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burnedbyshoto · 5 years ago

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Attraction

Kinktober Day 27 ~ kink: rivalry

pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: smut, cussing, alcohol mention, college!au

word count: 11,000

a/n: I went.... plus ultra on this... I wrote it all day and I think its amazing. if you’re concerned I even made a literal summary of what it is. by all means you can read most of this even if you don’t like smut!!!

Synopsis: You and Shouto have to work with each other on a psychology project. A psychology project on attraction. The hard thing about this of course is that the two of you hate each other.

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Being a doctor was the biggest dream you’ve had since high school. You wanted to take care of people, improve their physical and emotional wellbeing. A doctor was your everyday hero and you wanted to be that.

When university applications began during high school, you submitted an application to the best school in Japan.

Yuuei University.

They were now known for their very low acceptance rate, it's high retention and graduation rates! As well as most graduates becoming the most successful individuals in their field! It was no question that you applied there!

When you got in, your family and you had celebrated for an entire week. It was extraordinary.

Of course, Yuuei was a rigorous university. You spent days and nights studying. Even the weekends weren’t filled with partying due to the nature of your classes. As a Biochemistry Major, you had a lot on your plate. All while taking the needed courses as well as the pre-req classes for medical school. You were always at the top of your game.

So when you were selecting classes for the second semester of your third year, it shocked you to hear that four more units of a psychology class were needed. A class needed to complete the core requirements that the university held.

So you sat in your advisor's office. Your eyes looked at the different courses offered for psychology. All the weird ones were for the second semester. You had first pick still, given that you had so many credits and were now an upperclassman.

“Is there anything in psychology dealing with physiological or neurological issues?” You asked, only seeing Abnormal Psychology which you’d already taken.

Your advisor looked up at you, his tired eyes bloodshot as he skimmed the course list. Aizawa had been your advisor since you were admitted. You came in already declared as a Biochemistry major and had stuck with your decision all this time.

“There’s a 400 level class called Psychology and the Brain,” Aizawa told you, moving his computer screen for you to look at. “It looks like you met the requirements to take the class, and it’s the only class close to what you want.”

You nod your head as you type out the class on your phone.

“It meets twice a week, Tuesday and Thursday for two hours,” Aizawa tells you as you nod. All of your other classes were on other days. It worked within your schedule.

“That sounds good!” You chirp standing up, slinging your backpack over your shoulder you sigh. “You’ll let me know if I have any of the same classes as him?”

“No can do, you two have the same major. You need to get over this childish rivalry.” Aizawa deadpans as your nose wrinkles.

“Fine.” You moan as you wave goodbye, your pace quickening so you wouldn’t miss your one p.m. lecture.

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The Next Semester

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Your eyes widened as you stepped into the Psychology lecture. It was a bigger class then you were expecting. With a total of what you were guessing to be already sixty people in the class, your eyes locked onto your friends.

“Y/l/n!”

“Hi, Mina.” You smile as you walk over towards the empty seat next to your best friend.

“I can’t believe I’m taking this class!” She gushes as you sit down next to her, your fingers pulling out your laptop in preparation for the class. “I wasn’t going to take this class at all, but then you told me you were taking it! I also heard that this is a huge partner-based class, so if we get paired up together it’ll be super fun!”

You nod your head in agreement as the pink-haired girl rambles off. She speaks excitedly about what this new semester was going to bring! About how excited she was for the final year next year! While she was speaking to you, your eyes took a better sweep of the room.

There were a lot of people you recognized! You’d taken classes with many of these individuals before. It was for general biology, general chemistry, and the abnormal psychology class. You smiled and a warm feeling spread in your chest seeing that the one person you didn’t want here wasn’t here.

“Did you hear that Yao-momo is going on a date?” Mina asks you, and your eyes widen.

“What! No?! With who?!” Your jaw is on the floor as Mina catches you up to speed.

During your freshman orientation, you were then placed into a group of twenty kids. Under the name of Group 1-A, the twenty of you became very close friends! To this day, you were all very close! That is, except for you and him.

Well, he wasn't close to anyone except ten people.

Your eyes snapped towards the front of the lecture hall as Professor Midnight walked in. Multiple binders in her hands as she tossed them onto the table by the podium.

Professor Midnight was a blessing to your school, in your opinion at least. She was incredibly intelligent and was very open about her sex life. Midnight was funny and entertaining. It made you wish at times that you were a psychology major just so that you could have more classes with her. Midnight believed that being open with your sexual identity and things alike were important.

“Alright!” Midnight shouted towards the class and everyone quieted down. “The syllabus is on the website, make sure to read it! We have a lot to cover and not enough time so without further adieu, let’s get—“

The doors opened.

Your eyes looked back and your previous excitement died in your chest as you saw who walked in. Tall and serious, with a pair of black joggers and a black t-shirt he sat down near the front of the class.

A short giggle was heard from Mina who nudged you. You had to restrain the frustrated groan at the back of your throat as you rubbed your throbbing temples.

Why?

Why must this always happen?

“Todoroki-san, thank you for being on time for the first lecture.” Midnight jokes with no malice as she turns her attention back to what she was saying.

Your eyes wander toward the two-tone-haired man. Your fingers drum against the desk as you exhale, why was this always happening?

“As you may or may not have heard already, this class is a major project class. There is minimal lecturing, only presentations that will be conducted based on your topic. The final is a paper and formal presentation to be done with your partner.” You felt Mina nudge you with her elbow and you glanced at her and grinned. “That being said, I have already created said partners for you.”

Your smile fell off your face as Midnight connected her laptop to the projector.

“This list was created at random, so no, I do not care if you want to trade or switch partners. You don’t get that option. Please find your name and partner and sit next to each other. We will begin with your first assignment after you’re paired up.”

The list flashed onto the screen, and your eyes scour the list in search of your name.

Please just let it be someone good…

“Oh,” Mina exclaims, her hands on her face as she grins. “I’m with Aoyama!”

“Aoyama’s in the class?!” You ask looking around for your favorite blond.

“I guess so, but I need to go find him now! Good luck!” Mina cries as she grabs her things and looks around.

Your frown increases as your eyes continue down the list.

Y/l/n y/n.

Y/l/n—

Your breathing stops in your throat as you find your name near the bottom.

Todoroki Shouto, Y/l/n y/n.

Oh no.

Your eyes immediately look over towards Todoroki who’s looking back at you. If this was an anime, the class would have dropped in temperature by fifty degrees by two of your’s icy glares. Both of you didn’t move.

Everyone else was already with their partner, introductions being made if they didn’t already know the other.

But you and Todoroki?

Neither one of you moved.

Your gazes still locked, but your bodies were unmoving. Like hell, you were going to move to the front of the room.

In fact, Todoroki was the only person in the front of the room! You had also decided that you were not moving.

With your gaze never breaking away from his, you point towards the empty seat next to you. Todoroki rolls his eyes, his own finger pointing towards the empty chair next to him.

Both of you refusing to move, and your heart was pounding in your frustration. Why was he such a fucking dick?

“Todoroki, Y/l/n…” Midnight called, her arms folded as her eyes swept between the two of you. Giggles erupt within the class. Oh yes, the hatred and rivalry between the two of you were legendary within the school. “One of you needs to move…”

“I was here on time, professor.” You say never once breaking eye contact with the heterochromatic man. Who the hell did he think he was anyway? Thinking he could act this way because his dad was rich and sort of famous?

“As was I.” Todoroki quirks his eyebrow. “Lecture starts at one thirty-five. It was one thirty-four when I walked in; Midnight was early.”

“Doesn’t change the fact I was here first.” Your lips pressing into a scowl as you crossed your arms.

“Too embarrassed to sit in the front, y/l/n?” Todoroki taunts and your rage spikes.

“Too stupid to pay attention near the back, Todoroki?” You retort.

“Children, children!” Midnight cries, her fingers rubbing her temples. “Let’s compromise! Why don’t you sit in the middle of where you both are.”

You want to say no, but you know what a pain in the ass the two of you are. Still, as you gather your things, the two of you refuse to break eye contact. You walk towards the middle and sit on the aisle seat. The class snickering as Todoroki takes the other aisle seat.

There was no winning in this war.

“...okay, well moving on. Let’s pick your first research project which is due next month!” Midnight exclaims her hands grabbing a jar with folded pieces of paper in it. Seeing that you and Todoroki were in front of everyone else, Midnight approaches you two first. “Who’s pulling?”

Both your and Todoroki’s hands shootout. Your eyes glaring at each other as Todoroki retreats his hand given that you’re closer. You smirked in triumph as you place your hand into the bucket and pull out a piece of paper.

You unfold the paper and read-aloud for the class.

“The Mental and Physiological Effects of Attraction…” Your voice trails off, your body seemingly wilting in on itself as you sigh.

Todoroki’s glare slams onto your face and ooh’s and ahh’s resonate through the class. Your hands rub your face as Midnight giggles leaving the two of you to get to the next pair.

Why were you so out of luck when it came to Todoroki?

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“So, you’ll never guess what!” Mina laughs as she drinks from her bottle of soju.

You roll your eyes as you look over your class notes from the week. After what you would call an average first week back to school, you and your friends were gathered together to study and drink. Was it a bad combination? Yes. Was it fun though? Yes.

“Let me guess!” Hagakure squealed. The medical mask she always wore was on the table, her stack of textbooks and notes on the floor. Hagakure wasn’t one too involved in her studies. “Todoroki-kun and y/n are in all the same classes together!”

Your cheeks flared up in embarrassment and anger as the six girls howled in laughter. “Come on!” You moan as you pouted. The many pages of notes you had been writing were currently being transferred onto a google doc for clarity and memory retention.

Mina nods her head excitedly, ignoring your protests as she rambles. “Not only are they in the same classes, but they’re partners for the entire rest of the semester! Plus they’re writing about attraction!” The girls seem to eat this right up as you try to ignore them.

Momo nudges you with her shoulder, her fingers grabbing at your notebook for the psychology class. “You two can’t get enough of each other, can you?” She teases as she flips through your notebook that was already filled with notes.

“You’d think with all those classes they have together they’d at least be lawful with each other.” Uraraka snorts as she takes a rather big chug from her drink.

“He’s a fucking dick that’s why.” You roll your eyes as you crack your sore wrist. You had finished up your notes for your biochemistry class. Now you would be moving on to starting the paper with Todoroki.

There was a good reason for this paper to take an entire month to be due. It was required to be at least fifty pages with fifteen different resources, and to your belief, it was going to be a pain in the ass to complete.

“I think he’s super hot, too bad he won’t ever give in to my seduction!” Mina sighs and you choke on your water, your eyes flying to your best friend.

“E-Excuse me?!”

“Just because you two want to skin each other doesn’t mean I don't want to.” Mina laughs and you groan.

“Why do you even hate Todoroki-san?” Tsuyu asks, her fingers on her chin in a quizzical fashion. “I thought you two were finally over your pride?”

“OH, I can explain this.” Jirou cackles as leans onto the table. Her musical compositions hidden behind her elbows. “Todoroki and y/n are in the same major! They have the same classes all the time somehow, and have received the same test scores on everything! They share the same ranking in school because of this, and y/n is super salty about it.”

“I am not salty!” You complain, your hands covering your face as the girls laugh at you. “I tried to be fucking nice, but he was a total cunt to me, so I stopped.”

“But Todoroki-san isn’t rude.” Momo defends her longtime friend.

“To you maybe.” You sigh, your fingers grasping the bottle of wine that Momo had been hogging. “I just think there’s no reason for me to be nice to someone who isn’t nice to me.”

“Sounds petty to me!” Uraraka laughs as you kick her shin from under the table. But the girls are too lost in their mirth over this situation that your protests fall on deaf ears. “Watch them get into the same medical school, too!”

You freeze as you look up from your new google doc, “What now?”

“He wants to be a doctor, too.” Jirou sighs, her head leaning against her palm. “This is really old news.”

“Wha--”

“Why do you even dislike Todoroki-kun?” Hagakure asks, her head tilted as she takes a long chug from her drink. “I’ve never understood why.”

“Because he’s arrogant, condescending, his voice is entirely way too annoying! He always rolls his eyes when someone says something wrong but never raises his hand to say the right thing! Then he always has this attitude! For the one philosophy class, I took, did you know he always was on the opposing team just to fight against me? I was never fucking wrong, but he never failed to be on the opposite team just because I was on the other team. Plus, that one time I had my hands full of shit and was trying to go to the elevator -- stop laughing -- he let the doors close before I even got there!” You scowl at your amused friends who were in very much enjoying your rant. “So no, Jirou, it is not because of school-related things!”

“Maybe they just need to fuck to get over whatever’s happening between them.” Mina stage whispers to Uraraka who nods in agreement.

“Come on, what is this high school?” You roll your eyes.

They could only grin as they shouted to each other their ideas as to what was happening between you and Todoroki. There was a knock on your door and you sighed as you pushed away from the table and walked over to the door.

“Who is it?” Tsuyu calls before you can even open the door.

“I don’t know!” You respond as you throw open the door and come face to chest with Todoroki.

A scowl solidifies over your face as you look up at the taller man. “What?” You ask, your arms folding as you lean against the door frame.

“You guys are being loud.” He says, his face in a deadpan.

“Quiet hours aren’t until midnight, and it’s only eleven.”

“I know, but we can still come over and complain.”

“We’ll be quiet at midnight.”

“I’m asking you to be quiet now.”

“You’re the only ones complaining, and I’m sure you and the boys aren’t being quiet yourselves.”

“Midoriya has a headache.” Todoroki narrowed his eyes at your stubborn position.

“Midoriya-kun was over ten minutes ago! He was feeling perfect because he was talking to Uraraka-chan.” You remark, your hands coming out to look at your fingernails.

“Who is it, y/l/n-chan!” Momo calls out this time.

“It’s me,” Todoroki responds as you made no effort to respond to your friend.

Your eyes shut in a grimace at the sounds of scraping chairs. You can hear them walking over. The small yet amused chatter ringing in your ears as you glare up at Todoroki who quirks an eyebrow at you.

“Hey, Todoroki-kun!” Mina exclaims and you watch as your friends all greet your bitter rival.

“You guys are being loud, would you mind being quieter?” Todoroki asks someone in the group, but his eyes are concentrated on yours.

“Oh, yeah! Sorry for being loud.” Jirou responds back for the group, but you roll your eyes as Todoroki smiles in thanks. It’s a smile directed at Jirou but his damn eyes are still on you. A stupid charming smile on a stupid fucking asshole.

“Is that it?” You ask, your nose sticking up into the air, your hand on the door ready to slam it into his face.

“Oh, for the paper. I’ve already started.” Todoroki tells you with a condescending smirk. “I’ll share the document with you, but I don’t expect you to write anything productive or of value onto it.”

“I can write a fucking paper in two minutes that is a trillion times better than you in a whole month.” Your sneer as your grip on the door tightens.

“You look like the type to forget to write your own name on papers, oh wait--”

You slam the door in his face, your ears burning with embarrassment as you refuse to turn around. You don’t want to see your friends faces as your head slams against the wood door.

“You… forget to write your name on your papers?” Momo asks you.

“It’s okay, y/n, I forget all the damn time.” Mina cackles as they drag you back to the kitchen. Despite your best attempts, the girls remained relatively quiet for the rest of the night.

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Two Weeks Until the Paper is Due

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You walked into the library. Your fingers were holding onto your cup of tea. Your arms filled with books for your research paper, and your backpack was open. You ignored the looks of pity that followed you as you climbed the staircase of the library.

How was it only two weeks into the semester and you were looking like it was finals week? This was the fucking worst.

On top of your disheveled state, you were late for your meeting with Todoroki. On one hand, you hated being late. You were a punctual student and always arrived before necessary! So there was a part of you that felt bad even if it was Todoroki. But on the other hand, fuck him.

You giggled at that thought as you moved towards the study rooms on the back walls. Your eyes peered into each room. Looking for what seemed like the genetic phenomenon boy himself. You found him in the room furthest away sitting in there with Bakugou who was packing up his own things. Without knocking you walked in, the door slamming against the wall as you did so.

“Fucking hell, y/n/n!” Bakugou hissed as you walked in. “Learn how to open a fucking door correctly!”

Placing the cup of tea onto the table you smiled at the ash-blond who was zipping up his backpack. “Sorry, my hands were full and I don’t know my own strength.” You tease as the blond man pinches your cheeks playfully. “Ow, don’t be an asshole!”

“Respect the laws of the school first.”

“Don’t become Iida!” You laugh as Bakugou pulls you into a one-armed hug. Oh, how the three years at Yuuei had changed this man.

“Hah? Shut the fuck up.” Bakugou rolls his eyes as he pulls his backpack on. “Alright, I’ll be going, see you guys.” His hand waves as he walks out of the room leaving you and Todoroki in the awkward silence of the room.

You move in silence. Pulling out your notebook, organizing the textbooks you had, and grabbing your laptop.

Todoroki is sitting by the wall, and in a room designed to hold at most ten people, you sat on the chair furthest from him. You pull out the rolling chair and sink in. Your eyes falling on Todoroki finally who was looking less than amused.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“I don’t want to waste my memory data on you.”

“Too bad, you’d finally have something of value on your phone.”

Todoroki rolls his eyes as he leans backward. “You were late though.”

“Oh get your panties out of a twist,” You mumble as you open the shared document between the two of you. “I lost track of time.”

“You said you were on your way thirty minutes ago. You’re five minutes away.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes as you stare at him, “I’m tired, Todoroki. I went to go get some damn tea and they messed up my order! But since it was the coffee rush hour they couldn’t make my tea right away as they typically do.”

Todoroki glares at you but breaks away from it as you both turn to the paper.

It’s silent outside of your fingers hitting the keyboard. The paper was being written at the very least.

Well, okay, it wasn’t really.

The two of you had fought at three in the morning about how ugly the paper was being written. Yes, your roommates were sick of the two of you when the argument was being fought. The same night he had told you and your roommates to shut up, you went over thirty minutes later to complain about how he was writing the paper. Under the combined powers of Momo, Iida, and Midoriya the two of you agreed to write the paper separately. Later you would join whatever flowed better between the two of your pieces. The prompt was the same after all, and you were both using the same resources.

“I’m playing music.” You announce, putting your Spotify playlist on.

You knew what music Todoroki hated. It took getting your best friends drunk, but you had managed to get a shitload of information on Todoroki. Details surrounding what he liked, but more importantly, what he hated.

You concentrated on the paper in front of you, but the curling grin on your face was unstoppable as you caught him freezing. His eyes snapping over to your hunched figure as I Want It That Way by the Backstreet Boys played through your speakers.

“I don’t like this song,” Todoroki says, his tone smooth. His hands pressing into the table in what could be an intimidating position.

“Hm, I don’t remember saying I was playing this song for you…” You murmur. You straighten up as you stare at him, your mouth dropping as you shake your head. “Don’t tell me you’re not a fan of pop music? This genre has the greatest artists in the world! Like when people say they like rap or lo-fi they’re insane for ever believing that!”

Todoroki stares at you, his expression unamused as he turns back towards his computer.

Oh yeah, you were both going to murder each other well before this paper was due.

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One Week Before the Paper is Due

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You sat on Todoroki’s bedroom floor.

Your hands shifting through the mountain of books the two of you were in possession of for the paper. The assignment itself was not hard at all. In fact, had you been with a less infuriating partner, you were positive it would have finished already. But for some reason, whenever Todoroki and you made one step forward, you shot back twenty steps.

Today you were working on the assignment in his room for a few varying reasons.

One is that for some reason all the study rooms were being used and the two of you didn’t have time to wait around. Second, being that Uraraka had requested to have the dorm room for four hours. Given that you have all requested to have the place to yourself before, everyone agreed. The third and final reason being that Todoroki’s kitchen and dining areas were now occupied by his roommates.

When the two of you trudged in together, his roommates nearly lost their shit. Kirishima and Iida were the most expressive, and Bakugou had quirked an amused eyebrow. You were a bit confused as to why they all seemed so excited by your arrival with Todoroki of all people. Most people were not so amused when the two of you entered the same room.

“We’re here to write the paper.” Todoroki inputted right away, walking to his room as soon as he could. You rolled your eyes as you went around and said hi to his own roommates-- your friends.

You, uncaring of what Todoroki thought of you, stayed out there and talked with your friends. Todoroki and you were both thirty-seven pages into your separate and yet to be fused paper. Given that you had a whole outline for the next at least thirteen pages, you weren’t in too much of a hurry to run over to his room.

“Y/l/n, really?” Todoroki snaps as you were talking to Kirishima about if he would help you dye your hair one day. You look over at Todoroki who’s changed into sweats and a white t-shirt.

Stupid fucking genetic phenomenon you internally cursed as you smiled at the other boys.

“I guess I gotta go, don’t forget about me.” You depart with a sad smile, Todoroki glaring at you as you pass him in the hallway.

Now, you sat on his floor as he took his bed. Your fingers were typing away as you hummed to the playing music. It was Todoroki’s turn to play the designated music, and you had to admit lo-fi music was extremely catchy.

Your feet tap along with the music as you think of ways to rearrange a sentence you had written.

“What did you get on Aizawa’s test?” Todoroki asked you, ripping your thoughts away from your writing. Your eyes fluttered as you looked at him.

“The test grades are out already?” You asked as you pull out your phone to look at your grades app.

“Just posted,” Todoroki grumbles.

You nod as you look at your result. A swell of pride shoots through you as you nod, “What did you get?” You ask a confident smirk on your face.

“Ninety-seven percent.”

“Fucking hell.” You growl tossing your phone away from you. “Same here…”

Your eyes glue onto your laptop again, and you miss the amused smirk on Todoroki’s face as you continue writing.

“Are you almost done yet?” Todoroki asks you, his eyebrow quirked.

You glance up, your eyes rolling as you scoff. “I’m on page forty-three, what are you on? Twenty?”

“I have fifty pages done.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do.”

Your fingers trace your mousepad. Sure enough, there are ninety-three pages on the single document. Your lips tighten as your eye twitches.

“Well, it’s easier to write when you’re implementing an eighty percent quote paper.” You snark as you return to your pages.

“My paper has the bare minimum amount of quotes, you’re the idiot who can’t keep up.”

You huff your fingers returning to the paper as you typed away. The music kept playing as the two of you remained in silence. You pushed your hair out of your face. You continued looking between what you were writing and what you were needing to put.

“What are you even writing?” Todoroki asks you, his brows furrowing as you type away.

“The paper we’ll be submitting, why?” You ask, your eyes looking over at him before returning back to your screen.

“It’s kind of shit.”

“I bet yours is worse, so shut up.”

“You know, there’s no shame in admitting that you’re not good at writing.”

“There is nothing wrong with my writing!” You sneer as you continue writing, your fingers coming down to hit the keyboard harder. The clattering of the keys echoing in your ears as your heart hammers away.

“Nothing is making sense, it’s a research paper, y/l/n. Why are you trying to make the wording pretty? No one cares how many high-level words are in your vocabulary, be concise and stop being a fucking scholar.”

“Oh yeah, sorry, I forget that words like brain and neurology are too advanced for you.” You gasp as you stare at his unamused eyes. “Oh, let me dumb that down for you. My words too smart for your head.” You pout in mocking sadness as you return to your paper.

You can’t explain it, but your heart feels like it’s cracking as the two of you remain in tense silence as you finish writing.

It takes an hour, but you’re finally done with your fifty pages. You stand up without a single word. Your joints are sore from the uncomfortable floor, but you pack up without a sound. You can feel Todoroki’s eyes following after you as you throw your arms under your backpack and leave. His bedroom door slamming closed as you walk into the hallway.

Six pairs of eyes stare at you as you smile weakly.

“Bye, boys,” you say as you walk out.

This semester was nearly a month in and you were going to have to deal with him for the rest of the semester. Something told you that you were not going to be able to handle Todoroki for much longer.

Yes, you hated him, but you could not fight and argue with him every day of the week. It was just exhausting.

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Three Hours Until Paper is Due

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Your eyes trained on Todoroki’s paper.

Your pointer dragging along sentences you hated. Editing basic issues he passed by and leaving comments where you deemed necessary.

“What the fuck was wrong with that sentence?” Todoroki asks, his eye twitching as you were busy typing in a reason why the sentence was wrong.

“Wait for my comments,” you sneer as you press publish.

You continue reading his paper. Your eyes concentrating on yet another sentence that you believed was subpar.

“You hate the entire thing because I didn’t use a semicolon?” Todoroki exclaims, his hand dragging against his face. “Are you fucking sane, y/l/n?”

“Very much so, you’re twenty-one, grow the fuck up.” You roll your eyes as you type up yet another rude comment on his paper.

The two of you had been in a study room together for the entire day. Yes, the entire past sixteen hours the two of you have sat in this room together attempting to fuse this damn paper. So far it was not working.

Since the two of you had edited your works during the week, today was actually supposed to be a fusion day only. The second the two of you began reading over your essay, Todoroki looked at you, his eyebrow twitching.

He had gone on to complain that what you were writing was atrocious. That it was by far one of the worst things he'd have to read in a while. You, not wanting to be talked to like that about your hard work, fought back.

The two of you were now editing every single little word of each other's paper. Nothing passed your eyes as suddenly you both became literary geniuses. Grammar and spelling suddenly making sense to you as you destroyed Todoroki’s paper in your hands. No word went unhighlighted. Comments littered the sides of the paper commenting on truly trivial things. Things that weren’t needed to be said. Things that a psychology professor would not care about in the slightest.

There was nothing productive about your comments. With the ticking time falling through your fingers the two of you should be paying greater attention to what you were doing. But the anger, the uncontrollable rage for what was happening was too large, too grand to be ignored.

The two of you were obsessed with every new comment that was made. Your fingers scrolling to the new comment to yell and argue about how the other one was being childish. It was infuriating and you wanted to leave. Fuck Midnight’s random matching machine, that thing had to be broken if it landed on Todoroki.

“I don’t know why I didn’t fight Midnight on why you were my partner.” You growl as you highlight an entire block text of a quote and wrote in that it seemed fictitious and off-topic. “You’re the most immature person I have ever had the displeasure of knowing.”

“Oh please, I have a niece who’s in her terrible twos and behaves better than you do on a good day.” Todoroki jeers his eyes like ice as he glares at you.

“I’ve met a four-year-old who’s able to write more complete sentences than you!” You sass, your elbows on the study room table, your face leaning in towards his. “You either write run-on sentences or a three-word sentence. Did you ever learn about the subject and predicate of a sentence? I would be more than happy to teach you because it’s obvious you weren’t taught!”

“Honestly, it shocks me that you’re even a STEM major. You want to be what? A doctor? Oh please, you have to be actually smart and a team player. But you? I have never seen you once try to be apart of the team. If it’s not your way, it’s no one's way.”

“Aw, you do know things about me.” You coo, but your words are steely. Your nostrils flare as you lean away. “Don’t even fucking start on me with the team playing. I participate in groups, I fucking love group work. Just because I don’t enjoy doing these things with you doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy it at all. You’re not the center of my world.”

I’d beg to differ.” Todoroki coldly smirks, his body shifting closer to yours, and you move in too. Your eyes flash down to his lips that are pulled into a disgustingly attractive smirk. His muscles tensing on his arms. “Tell me, y/l/n, what are the different things the body goes through when you’re attracted to someone. It seems like you don’t fucking know this.”

Your eyes narrow, what was this some fucking test? Of course, you knew! You spent an entire fucking month researching it. Your hand moves to wipe a rolling piece of sweat from your temple. When did it get so damn hot in this cold room?

“The main components of being attracted to someone is summed up in the following physiological states. When attracted to someone, eyes dilate. Bodies sweat more. Bodies become in sync, due to mirroring habits people have when they are high on endorphins. Dopamine levels rise as well as serotonin. Dopamine helps regulate movement, attention, learning, and emotional responses. It also enables us not only to see rewards but to take action to move toward them. Since dopamine contributes to feelings of pleasure and satisfaction as part of the reward system. It also plays a part in addiction. Serotonin in the brain is thought to regulate anxiety, happiness, and mood. The more you have the better your mood. It was also seen that the putamen and the insula light up on an MRI. Indicating that the studied person is experiencing feelings of romantic love, or attraction.” You snark this all while staring him in the eyes.

Your body as tensed as his.

Neither one of you moving.

Neither one of you allowing yourselves to breathe heavily.

“You don’t even fucking see it, do you?” Todoroki growls as he leans back.

You lean back as well, your arms folding. His arms fold.

“See what Einstein? That I fucking know what I’m doing despite what you think? Are you fucking kidding me Todoroki? I deserve to fucking be here even if you hate me! Would you for one moment stop being a complete asshole to me and fucking leave me alone? And people fucking wonder why I hate you,” you hiss leaning in.

Todoroki’s hands slam onto the table. You jump taken off guard due to the loud noise, and you feel your breath stop in your throat as he leans in dangerously close. His face is centimeters away from you, his eyes angry and yet convoluted with something else...

Your eyes widen as your jaw drops slightly, did you finally push him over the edge?

You watch as his own eyes widen slightly he chuckles. The sound is deep, running against your skin in a way that sends chills down your spine as his eyes trail your body.

“Your eyes are dilated right now,” Todoroki observes, his voice low and husky. “You're sweating just the slightest bit, don’t think I didn’t catch you wiping it away. Your body has been moving in sync with my own this entire fucking month. I’m sure your dopamine levels are soaring on account to your attention to me, is your heart racing because of me? Are you anxious? I think you are, which means you have a healthy amount of serotonin in your body. The putamen and the insula make the hate circuit more interesting. Both of these areas light up on an MRI when the person is experiencing feelings of romantic love. So, you tell me, y/l/n, do you actually hate me? Or are you attracted to me?”

Your eyes are wide, Todoroki’s soft yet heavy breathing hits your lips as you continue staring at him. The wide and cocky grin on his face is infuriating, yet stupidly hot. Your blood feels like it’s boiling, anger and fury pumping through your veins as you take in his words again. The knowing laughter that slips from his mouth only further incites your swinging emotions.

“That’s what I thought.” Todoroki determined as he moved to sit back down.

Now you were no idiot. But what you did next was fucking dumb.

Your fingers lashed out, fisting into the collar of his shirt and slammed your lips into a searing kiss against his own.

The windows had been drawn earlier on account of your noisy roommates and friends taking pictures of the two of you fighting. The door was also locked due to that fact, and you were planning on using that to your advantage.

Your lips pressed against his, hot and heavy movements as you pressed further into him. Uncaring, unconcerned about his reaction.

Todoroki groaned softly, his lips moving to keep up with yours. His fingers digging into your biceps as the two of you stood up, leaning over the table as your lips continued this passion-filled battle.

His lips are fervent against yours and your mind spins from having his mouth against yours. Where you really all this time just attracted to him but refused to admit it to yourself? Todoroki’s hands move from your biceps to searching the table, your eyes barely manage to open. They’re heavy with lust, laced with growing desire as your lips part. The books and laptops are taken off the table, leaving the table meant for four students empty and clear. As you come back up from placing your laptop down, Todoroki’s warm hands feel like fire against your heated skin. And you let him pull your face in for another impassioned kiss.

His lips are heavy against yours, pushing and pulling you in with every movement of his lips. He continues pulling you closer and soon enough you’re climbing on top of the table, pants leaving your mouth from the high position of the table as you crawl closer to the boy who was making your heart beat faster than any strenuous activity. As you move closer, his hand runs from your face to rest against your ass. His hands are strong against your ass, and he pulls you nearer so that you’re sitting on the edge of the table, his body between your open legs.

You’re gasping now, sharp breathing as you try to calm your nerves. This man set your mind on fire, and you were drowning in his lips. His mouth dissipating all the anger and hatred you held in mere seconds. Your mouth opens and your tongue swipes at his bottom lip, pleading for entry. Todoroki moves his hands from your ass, trailing down your legs to pull you closer to him, and his mouth opens granting you entry.

Tongues crash together in the middle. Dominance riding high on both of your parts, neither one of you wants to let the other into each other's mouth. But lord, is his tongue working magic against yours. Your body shuddering as your legs wrap against his waist, your crotch pushing forward to grind into his pelvis. His budge is obvious against your clothed core and both of your moans tumble into your mouths.

His hands trail under your shirt and you arch against his chest, and in your moment of serenity, his tongue is able to push into your mouth. You shudder in his hold, his tongue tracing around your mouth in a way that makes your eyes roll back. His tongue runs against your tongue, swirling around it before tracing the roof of your mouth. A moan expels from your mouth as his other hand slips under your shirt. Todoroki laughs, his voice falling on his tongue and you tremble softly.

What the fuck was wrong with you? Making out with Todoroki Shouto in the library study room? There must be something in the air.

Todoroki’s mouth left yours completely, his hot mouth trailing down your neck. His teeth nipping at your skin, his lips sucking against your skin. Your head tosses back in increasing pleasure as your hips press against his bulge again. His mouth stays on the same spot, his mouth sucking harshly against your skin, his teeth biting down sinfully against your skin.

Your arms wrap around his body, pulling him desperately closer to you. The friction not enough, these actions not strong enough for you. “Don’t be a pussy about fucking me.” You can’t keep yourself from stating as Todoroki pulls away from your neck. Your skin throbs from the hickey that has for sure formed.

“Don’t worry,” Todoroki smirks as he lifts your shirt over your head, “I won’t.”

You suck in a sharp breath of air as the cold air hits your exposed body. You feel dirty for wanting to fuck Todoroki. You feel disgusting and delirious for wanting him to claim you right in an often-used library study room. You don’t have time to think anymore as his lips come back to claim your lips. This time, you’re not going to give in as your teeth sink into his bruised lower lip.

The harsh motion of your teeth sinking into his plump and used lips makes him moan. The sound is electrifying to your ears. Your tongue slides back out to soothe over his throbbing lip. Your grin spreading across your face as Todoroki picks you up from the table. Your body shudders as your aroused sex brushes up against his hard cock. His hips thrusting up against your own and you cry out in his mouth. Your own teeth sinking into your bottom lip as Todoroki’s mouth trails down your chin. His teeth brushing against your jaw causing your hips to roll out against him.

Your arms wrap around his neck as you bring your mouth against his neck. Your mouth trails peppering kisses against his strained neck, and your hips grind down against his bulge. “Please take your shitty shirt off, Todoroki.” Your groan as your fingers drag against his muscular back. The muscles delicious against your skin, yet you feel denied, you feel teased at the fact you can feel him better.

Todoroki moans as your heavy and hot breathing makes his mind reel against the cold saliva on his neck. “Call me Shouto, y/n, I think we’re past this last name business.” He growls. The simple use of your name sends a heavy shiver down your spine. You never thought you’d hear him call you y/n and Shouto felt like a stranger on your tongue, but you feel coy as you nod.

You push away, your hair whipping over your shoulder as you stare at his blue and gray eyes. You watch his pupils that are blown wide stare into you as you lean in close. The sweat building slowly on his temple as your mouth pressed against his ear softly.

“Of course, Shouto,” you accentuate his name and he groans.

His hands grip tighter against you as his lips come back against yours.

Your hands reach down for the hem of his shirt and you waste no time in tearing it up over his head. His toned body now exposed for your desiring eyes as you breathe shakily. Maybe you were always attracted to him.

You look at him and a proud blush spreads across your face as he stares at your breasts. You were not at all wearing a cute set, they were simple, black and not revealing. But the way Shouto was looking at you. The way his finger trailed up to your covered bra made you believe that you were wearing the best lingerie set in existence. “Do you like this set?” You tease, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip as you look into his eyes under your eyelashes.

“I think I’ve been the world's biggest idiot for denying you for so long.” Shouto groans as his face pushes forward to kiss your breasts. You feel like you’re melting in his arms as his lips ravish your tender breasts.

“Who says -- fuck -- who says I want you?” You gasp as his mouth continues trailing sweet and hot kisses against your skin. “I’m a wanted woman, you know.”

“Like hell, I’m letting you go now,” Shouto grunts his large hands enveloping your breasts as he gropes them. “Don’t pretend you don’t want to be mine.”

You don’t have the chance to respond back as Shouto’s right-hand moves behind your back and removes your bra with one hand. The smooth action somehow turning you further on. The bra is thrown off your body and your breasts bounce as they’re not entirely exposed. You don’t know how to feel bashful or to feel confident in the way that Shouto stares at your exposed chest. His eyes locked on your breasts, his lips dragging against his teeth as he looks back up at you.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Shouto groans as his mouth slips your nipple into his mouth. You cry out as your hips roll against his crotch again, and you feel him walking forward.

You whine as Shouto sets your back onto the cold surface of the library table. Your pants heighten as he slips off your sweatpants. The cold air hitting your hot legs making you shudder at the temperature difference.

His fingers roll your free nipple between his fingers. The sensations on your nipples overwhelming as your hips thrash against his. Moans and gasps pour out of your mouth as he continues ravishing your breasts. His teeth nipping and pulling on the sensitive skin. Your head throws back as he pulls away, a resonating pop filling your ears as he lets go of your nipple. Harsh heaves leave your mouth as you look down, your breasts shine with his saliva and you moan again.

“I’m going to fucking eat you out, and you’re going to watch me the entire fucking time,” Shouto commands you, his fingers hooking around your panties. “Do you understand?”

Breathlessly you nod your head. Your eyes locking onto his bi-colored ones as your panties join the rest of your clothes on the floor. Shouto chuckles as his finger drags against your soaked slit, “You’re so fucking wet.” Shouto remarks and your body shudders against his actions. Your eyes flutter closed before you force them back open to peer down at Shouto, “Good girl.” He praises and you feel your pussy throbs at those two words.

Shouto presses a hand against your waist and you watch as he sinks two fingers into your blazing heat. You cry out in pleasure as his heated fingers plunge in and out of you. Your eyes struggle to keep themselves onto his proud form. Your hand slaps across your mouth as his fingers curl within you. Their curvature adding even more stimulating pleasure within your body. Melodious moans are now muffled underneath your hands and Shouto sneers at that.

“Don’t hide what I’m making you feel, y/n.” Shouto snaps. His fingers increasing in their roughness as they pound against your soaked pussy. “Don’t you want the world to know that I’m the one making you feel this way?”

Your hand trembles as you move it away from your mouth, but your teeth subconsciously clamp down onto your bottom lip. You’re embarrassed at being caught in the library. Even though you were attracted to Shouto, you didn’t want to be found in this state.

On a public table, legs wide open, and Shouto’s fingers deep into your pussy.

Shouto, unsatisfied with your quiet affirmations of his actions, slips another finger into your aching pussy. A silent shriek leaves your mouth as you push up off the table. The additional width of his thrusting fingers overwhelming.

“Oh,” Shouto laughs smugly, his smile stretching wide across his face. “Did you like that?”

“Yes, you blind fucking idiot!” You thrash against his fingers, your head falling back in your distracting pleasure. The sensations are numbing your mind. Your rationale slipping away as his fingernails drag against your inner walls. Your cunt feels like it’s pulsating faster than your heart as he continues going.

“Aren’t you just a fucking sweetheart.” Shouto purrs and his hand reaches out to lock in your hair. Your head is roughly brought back up, and a low groan of pain rumbles in your throat as you stare at his slightly furious eyes. “Didn’t I say to fucking look at me?”

Your chest heaves in embarrassment and wounded pride. Like hell, you were being dominated by him.

Before you could try wrestling him for dominance, his mouth lowers towards your dripping cunt. His tongue takes a languid and slow lick. His tongue slipping between your slit and you fall back onto the table. Your eyes fluttering in their battle to stay open. Your eyes still locking onto his victorious face.

Your legs tremble as he thrusts his tongue within your drenched walls. His tongue swirling in circles and thrusting further in. His fingers still thrusting into you as you fall apart on the table. On one lick, one measly irresistibly mind-numbing lick, your legs come crashing against his head. Shouto’s free hand moves to grip onto your trembling thighs. His tongue coaxing your orgasm closer to the edge.

“S-Shouto!” You curse, your hips moving desperately against his mouth. Your hips were unforgiving against his merciless tongue.

Your eyes struggle to remain locked on his eyes, your body twitching with the building pleasure. The electricity igniting in your flesh and bloodstream. You can hear the sounds of your squelching pussy against his moving fingers, and your jaw drops. You’re under his absolute control and you're no longer able to hold back anymore as your orgasm is right on the edge, but then he pulls away. His fingers and tongue disappearing from within you. Causing you to whimper in pain, in lust, and in denied orgasm.

“Suck yourself off my fingers.” Shouto pants as his arousal covered fingers press against your mouth. You take his fingers without a second thought. Your teeth scraping softly against his fingers as you suck your juices off of him. Your eyes remain on his as your tongue slips between each finger. You suck onto his fingers as he pulls away and Shouto growls as he pulls his hand away from you.

“Get up.” Shouto snaps, his hands moving to remove the belt around his waist, and you are quick to slide off the table. Your knees buckling under your weight as Shouto removes his pants. You watch in an almost lusting horror as his cock springs out from under his underwear. He was by far the biggest guy you’ve ever seen and your throat feels dry as he gasps. His dick must be hypersensitive already.

Steeling yourself over, you drop to your knees, uncaring that he wasn’t quite ready as Shouto struggles to step out of his pants.

As soon as his feet are free, your hands immediately grab his length. His girth wide enough you struggled to hold it with one hand. You smirked at the fact that he had two protruding veins on both sides of his cock, how typical for this half and half genetic phenonium.

“Y-Y/n…” Shouto stutters as your hand fists up and down his length in pretense. Your eyes snapping up to meet his lust covered ones.

“Now,” You sigh as your thumb rolls over the pre-cum that slips from the tip of his head. “I better not catch you not looking at me, understood?”

Shouto licks his lips, his eyebrow quirking. “I don’t take orders from you.”

You smile softly, but there’s a strong sadistic tone to it as your hands twist his skin. Shouto curses as he nods, “Fine!”

“Good boy," you tease as your mouth opens and you let him penetrate it. His girth so wide you had to open wider than you were used to. You gasp as you push him further down your throat. Your eyes flashing up to see Shouto struggling to keep his head down and eyes wide. Good god, you hope you were wet enough to take him in without lube.

Your mouth sinks down as far as you can go while not straining yourself. Your fingers trailing up and down his toned thighs as you move your head up and down his length. You’re now in a smooth rhythm, sucking his cock with enough vigor to make Shouto curse your name.

Your movements signal to Shouto that he can move as well. Shouto groans and his hips move forward. You relax against his rocking hips, you're focused on your breathing as his cock moves up and down your throat. Deeper and deeper, you feel his cock move within you. His hand pressing against the back of your throat, and you gag softly against his length.

Your eyes look back up to see Shouto’s eyes closed. Moans and pants spilling out with every thrust, and your cheeks hollow out. Creating a vacuum sensation against his length.

“Fucking shit!” Shouto snaps. His hands tangling within your locks as he overtakes your dominance. Shouto then begins fucking your throat without hesitation. “Taking my cock like the dirty slut you are, of course, you would be good at this,” he hisses as his cock only goes further down your throat.

You struggle to breathe with his thrusting. His snapping hips overwhelming you with their speed and depth. He’s barbarous against your throat. Uncaring about the burning sensation erupting through your airway as he continues at his strength and speed. Your tongue swirls around his thrusting cock. Trailing against his veins as his hips stutter.

You moan against his length. The action allowing you to gain more air and sending a snarl from Shouto’s mouth as his pace increases.

His hips abuse your throat, and you’re delighted in the fact that you’re keeping up. The soft gags that occasionally slip from your mouth stirring him on. The hum on your throat allowing him to further his strength and speed as your actions overwhelm him. He’s sinful yet heavenly in your mouth and you want him in your dripping cunt. Your thighs shaking with the mere thought of him having his way with you.

He pulls his length away from your mouth. Your saliva stringing between your mouth and his still erect cock. You cough as you try taking in the air again, the lack of oxygen had been ignored as your pleasure was so high.

However, you don’t have the time to adjust to your new air as Shouto pulls you up from the floor. His mouth once again attacking yours as you find your back pressed against the table. His lips are intoxicating, and you can still taste yourself in his mouth. You moan as he lifts you up on the table again.

“Fuck you’re amazing.” Shouto grunts as his mouth trails down your neck and you shudder. How you craved a man you were ready to beat the shit out of earlier was beyond you. Maybe attraction and hatred ran on a fine line.

“I know I am,” you gasp as he spreads your legs, the tip of his cock stroking your soaked folds.

“I’ll get you to say it when my cock is in you,” Shouto chuckles and you moan at the feeling of the tip of his head sinking into your trembling cunt. “Are you ready?”

Your head nods nevertheless, and you still as he chuckles.

“Say it.”

“Shouto--”

“I want to hear you say it," he interrupts, and you stare into his bi-colored eyes and feel as if you’re drowning in his them. They’re desperate, needy, and full of want. It’s enough to steal your breath away as you nod again.

“Please fuck me.” You whisper, and Shouto smiles.

A shriek crashes through your mouth as he pushes his cock all the way into your awaiting cunt without hesitation. His girth stretches you out in an unimaginable way. Your walls fluttering as they attempt to relax and grow used to his size. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking huge!” You cry as your body trembles as Shouto leans forward. His own breathing a quiet hiss as your walls clench around him.

“I bet I’m the biggest you’ve e-ever had.” Shouto cockily rasps, but his words feel powerless as he is affected by your pulsating walls. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

You whimper as the painful throb in your pussy lulls and you wiggle your hips against him, “N-Now fuck me right. Don’t fucking make me regret giving in.” You gasp as his eyes lock on yours.

There’s something unsaid flowing between the two of you. An agreement, a secret being whispered through your eyes. Three years of frustration and denied attraction. Three years of forced hatred disappearing between your bodies.

Shouto smiles, small and sweet, yet terribly contrasting as he adheres to your demand. His hips position to a better angle, and you can only watch with fluttering eyes as he begins ramming into you. Your hips move in time with his. Both of you desperate under your denied orgasm and this heightened state of pleasure. Shouto’s hands grip your waist. His grip leaving bruised marks as he slams your body faster against his huge cock. He's stretching you out deliciously. His hands drag out under your ass, clenching your supple flesh as this tiny different position stretches you out in a mind-numbing way.

His hips crashing into yours is transcending, and your cries only fuel Shouto on. Your body feels as if it is on fire as he drags a single leg up onto his shoulder. His cock bottoming out into you making your back arch off the table as you wail out his name. Shouto’s heated fingers press against your throbbing clit. You sputter as he rubs harsh and delicate figure-eights onto your puffy nerve. Your pussy is clamping down on his moving cock, slowing him down slightly, before he grunts and increases his speed and strength.

Your noises of pleasure silences as his cock hits the back of your walls, your legs thrashing around as he drilled into you the same way.

Again and again.

More and more.

His cock smashing against your walls until he tilts his angle and comes down hard against your g-spot.

“SHOUTO!!!” You scream as he continues pounding into your g-spot. His name a prayer on your lips as he continues fucking your brains out.

You shoot up off the table, your screams sounding in his ear as you wrap your arms around him. Despite the fact that your leg was on his shoulder, you held on. The angle allowing Shouto to drive his cock against your g-spot over and over again, your screams drowning out as his mouth covered yours. His body is giving you exploding sensations, your tightness making Shouto moan and curse.

“I needa -- fuck yes, baby do that again -- I needa come!” You squeak as your body rocks against his own.

“Come for me, baby.” Shouto sighs into your mouth. “Come around my cock.”

The pleasure in your belly is overwhelming, it's building up so fast, and your toes curl in electrifying pleasure. You can’t handle it anymore, the pleasure being too much.

Your orgasm crashes through you, your vision turning white as your jaw drops as your screams go silent. Shouto’s mouth continues to move against yours, kissing sloppily against your teeth as he chases his own orgasm.

His hips continue slamming into you, they’re brutal as they slam over and over again. He’s chanting your name as your stimulated cunt continues clenching around his length. His pace is making you grow limp in his arms, although your hips still continue to roll against his. His breathing is short and tense. Panting as he struggles to keep himself composed.

“Come inside me…” You whine into his ear, desperate to feel his hot seed expelling within you.

His cock stretches you out in a new way as he presses you back onto the table his arm lifting your second leg over his shoulder. The twin bulging veins on his cock rubbing a fire against your walls. Shouto fucks you mercilessly, his fingers clenching your ass as you come apart for him. Shouto, unable to keep a controlled mind on his shoulder, loses himself within you. His hips drilling forward one last time. A heavy load shooting into your throbbing cunt.

Shaky breathing fills the air as he pulls out of you.

You whine at the lack of him within you, and your body relaxes as he steps back. Your hands pressed against the table as you pant, desperate to find your air again. A whimper on your tongue as you feel your combine cum seeping from your clenching pussy.

“You were amazing.” Shouto chuckles as he leans down next to you.

You moan as you look over at him.

“I can’t believe I let you fuck me in the library without you even buying me dinner…”

“...would you let me buy you dinner one day?”

Your eyes blink as you stare at your rival in front of you. Your cheeks feel like they’re on fire as you nod.

“I’d love to…”

You moan softly as his lips press against yours.

You lose yourself in his lips until the reason why you’re in this library to begin with flashes across your mind.

“SHOUTO THE PAPER!”

Bonus!

Everyone stared as you held onto Shouto’s hand as you walked into your psychology class. Everyone was silent as the two of you sat next to each other in the same row you two had claimed as your own.

No one dared to speak as you kept your head down and Shouto, unconcerned about others' opinions, placed his arm around your shoulder.

You’re pretty sure you heard people choking on their air at that fact.

Midnight thankfully strolls in, her hands full of her things as she’s ready to get these presentations over with.

“Thank you to all of you who turned in your papers on time! We only had one pair not do that!” Midnight chirped as she stared at you and Shouto.

There was a spike of restless energy in the room as they all put together quickly that it was top students Todoroki Shouto and you.

“Care to explain to us why it was late, and why you two are suddenly… buddy-buddy?” Midnight grins, her cheeks blushing as she finally was able to bring the two of you together, not that you knew anyways.

Shouto stood up, and your heart beat in your chest as you had no idea what he was going to say.

“We fucked.”

And screams sounded throughout the classroom.

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infinitycircuit · 3 years ago

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knife + heart (2018) | hellraiser | re: lindsay, kakeru

“So just to be clear, Lindsay, your proposal is that it’s less sociopathic and more in-character than self-sacrifice to pull a murder mystery prank on terrified people living inside a switched-on blender. That would be a better expression of caring. To scare the shit out of us, remind us our lives are still in danger and tell us to make a game out of it, like this didn't all start with Aoyama fake-murdering Koyo-Koyo.

"Lily's telling the truth. He told me he was willing to die, he told me he admired Kei for taking a hit for other people, and he told me he thought the mastermind might be on the other train already, doing mastermind shit where none of us could see. And he wasn't even convinced dead people here are dead-dead, so he thought there was a chance dying wouldn't be goodbye forever."

Tomie brings her hands up out of the self-hug to grab her puzzle, although she doesn’t start turning the sides. She just tosses it from hand to hand and back again. Audie’s palm lands between her shoulderblades and she thinks of how much her body wants comfort like this. Thinks of Lindsay’s arms around her when she stepped out of the decision booth. Thinks of how she doesn’t want to be called Katsukawa in that tone by people she cares about.

Beats stupid fucking bitch, at least. Yippee.

And anyway, this trial’s not about her.

“Kinokyu, I know you get off on making this shit about ten times as complicated as it needs to be, but can you just fucking—“

Toss. The puzzle hits her palm with an audible whap.

“You told me I get a favor, right? Since you fucked me over and put me in the death pool. You said—“ she looks at her watch to read aloud. “’Put in on my tab. Just give me a wink when you want want something and I’ll do it.’”

She puts her elbows on the table and delivers a big, pointed, playing-to-the-back-rows wink, utterly without warmth or humor.

“What I want is for you to answer our questions honestly and stop fucking around. You keep giving half-answers. And I remember you telling me you didn’t mind the idea of throwing a trial, way back in the village. I think you’d do to cover your ass, and I think you’d do it to protect a friend, and I think you’d for fun.

“So. Cashing in my favor, or trying to. What were the prop knives for? You say not for a murder mystery party, fine — for what? What was the tape for? You helped set up. I don't believe you wouldn't know.”

“And I’m pretty dead sure you put together that stupid note, because corny bullshit like that is very on-brand for you and nobody else in your block would do it. You’re seriously trying to claim Akkun would threaten to hurt his friends? That Lindsay would threaten to hurt Akkun’s friends? Bullshit. So — did Mugen know it was you? Did Mugen talk about how and when he’d gotten it?"

#ch 5 #trial #hellraiser #submission

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makeste · 5 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 243: Happy New Year

Previously on BnHA: The government was all “shit what are we going to do about Shigaraki Tomura and his Actual Fucking Army of villains, oh I know, why don’t we draft some child soldiers” and so they brought back internships and made them mandatory. Class 1-A had the Christmas party to end all Christmas parties, featuring 20 unique custom-tailored Santa costumes, enough chicken to feed Tomura’s entire Actual Fucking Army, and one (1) giant sword that somehow made its way into the hands of Eri, First of Her Name. Tidings of comfort and joy were had by all, and to cap things off, Shouto invited Bakugou (who by the way was having a lot of thoughts about how Best Jeanist asked him to reveal his new hero name the next time they met, because Horikoshi knows what kind of angst I like) and Deku to come intern with him at the motherfucking Endeavor Hero Agency and make everyone’s OT3 dreams come true.

Today on BnHA: Deku visits his mom on New Year’s Eve and the two of them ball out at the Make Me Cry Olympics. There is a whole plotline all about Hawks getting coffee, and I’m trying to figure out if it’s really just coffee or if THE ENTIRE SERIES SECRETLY HINGES ON THIS ONE SCENE omg. The next day at the Endeavor Hero Agency, Endeavor is all, “welcome! fuck you,” which may or may not be setting the tone for this whole arc. There’s a brief flashback to All Might congratulating his sons on their internship and saying foreshadowing things like “your new quirks probably won’t go fucking apeshit again” and “you’re a lot like Endeavor, this internship will be good for you!” Back in the present, Endeavor dramatically leaps over a railing and blasts off to go fight Monk Gyatso with the disaster trio hot on his heels. Hawks then shows up out of nowhere and the text is literally all, “WHAT’S HAWKS DOING HERE?” and seriously though. What are any of us even doing here. This arc has only just started and I already have no idea what’s going on and I fucking love it.

(All comments are my unspoiled reactions from my initial readthrough of the chapter. I did a quick edit for grammar and clarity immediately afterward, and added a few ETAs in the process, but aside from that there are no changes.)

loooool

is she going to be all right

-- also! WE’RE GOING TO SEE THE PARENTS AGAIN HOMG YES. HORIKOSHI YOU’RE ON FIRE WEEK AFTER WEEK YOU MAD DOG

(ETA: literally the only way he could end his streak was by going on fucking hiatus. son of a.)

oh shit I forgot that they had the cover and a color page this week! this is great

by the light (ba da dum ba da dum) of the silvery moon (ba da dum ba da dum) I want to spoon -- holy shit, what. do you ever look up the lyrics to a song you vaguely remember from your childhood twenty-five years later in order to make a bizarre joke in a manga recap and you’re like “!!?!?” lol what the fuck. this shit is from 1909. old timey pervs

anyways this may be my favorite Jump cover ever. colors are amazing, art is super cute, it’s the whole package. Aoyama and Iida are killing me. I need that Iida ball in real life, I would seriously pay real money

and now the color spread!

where can I buy that U.A. hoodie. I’m not kidding, I need it in my life. the U.A. logo is great because it doesn’t scream “LOOK AT ME I’M AN ANIME FAN” unless the other person also watches said anime, in which case that’s awesome because the two of you can become best friends and bond over how you’re both nerds with impeccable taste

Kacchan out here holding a fucking root beer like we don’t all know the truth. yeah tough guy you go to bed at eight-thirty and you’re third in your class at the top high school in Japan. but you keep on trying to preserve that image. also this kid is singlehandedly making wifebeaters high fashion I swear to god. it’s a talent

Kirishima looks so good in v-neck shirts yes you go Kiri!

Mina is here!! Mina is part of the main character squad now, everyone! that’s right!! Iida Tenya was booted out after he refused to partake in this photo shoot due to moral outrage over the fact that they’re shooting this at what appears to be a crime scene. a vacuum cleaner was murdered in cold blood omg

Ochako not smiling is such an unusual look for her (and Mina and Kirishima too for that matter) but holy shit. I like it

TODOROKI I’M TRYING TO REACH THROUGH THE COMPUTER SCREEN AND UNBUTTON YOUR TOP BUTTON. HOLY SHIT HOW CAN YOU EVEN BREATHE. RELAX

so the new character book is out October 4, eh? I think we knew this already, but maybe this time the date will actually stick in my mind. anyways, so doing the math, that leaves Kacchan three more chapters (including this one) to reveal his hero name. boy you have a deadline get to work!

YESSSSSSSSSSS

MY NEW YEAR’S ARC MAY NOT BE HAPPENING, BUT AT LEAST WE STILL GET TO SEE THEM RING IN 2217 HOORAY

damn that’s a lot of narration in the first panel

“while accompanied by guards” oh shit. and yet, I get it. I like how they refer to it as “the chain of events that led us to move into the dorms” rather than “that time Bakugou got fucking kidnapped.” they are not letting that happen again. good

IZUMAMA YESSSS

at least he’s being open with her about it! come on Inko, push through this. he’s already got 240 other things he’s still not telling you, don’t give him any more reason to keep being secretive

oh my god now Deku is like “anyways do you remember Eri?” and he’s reaching into his pocket now, holy shit?? WHATEVER HE’S PULLING OUT IS GOING TO BE SO FUCKING CUTE, ISN’T IT

oH MY GOD!!!!!

THIS SON OF A BITCH IS JUST GONNA KEEP ON AMASSING A COLLECTION OF ADORABLE AND HILARIOUS LITTLE KID LETTERS, ISN’T HE. LISTEN HERE DEKU YOU MOTHERFUCKER!! THAT PIC OF “MISTER DEKU” IS -- I’M -- !!!!

“I was hardly able to do anything for her” ?? you SAVED HER LIFE?? you BODYSLAMMED OVERHAUL INTO THE GROUND?? YOU GOT US ALL OUT OF THAT ACCURSED BASEMENT? listen here you modest little shit you need to stop doing this. you even taught her the true meaning of quirks for crying out loud. you are the actual best

god the way he is staring at this letter is giving me too many feels for a Thursday afternoon. these are like Saturday night feels. this manga never goes easy on me

same Inko same

oh my god now Inko is launching into a speech about Deku’s sad childhood I can’t with this, MA’AM PLEASE

“covered in bruises” oh my problematic ship. oh this nuanced manga with its intricate layers of feels. this is the lasagna of mangas

hello page 3 is just one big assault on all my emotions and I would like to report this to someone help I am being besieged

oh my fucking god Midoriya family. I’m trying to process all of this and just!!

like. she’s known all this time how big his heart is and that he doesn’t care about himself and just wants to protect others. but for the longest time he was powerless to do it. but still he kept dreaming and she kept looking on waiting for that day he’d finally give up, ready for his heart to break, bracing herself. and then this miracle happened and he got a quirk and all his hopes came true and he got to go to his dream school, and now he’s training to become a hero just like he always wanted

and everything special she always saw about her boy is shining so brightly now, and everyone can see it, and he’s become so strong. but also he’s growing up so fast. he’s gone from being someone she had to protect to someone who’s strong enough to protect not only her, but everyone. strong enough to carry the world on his shoulders

just. can you even imagine. how much pride she must feel, in addition to the relief she’s expressing now. but also the loneliness of knowing she can’t hold on to her baby boy forever and he’s on the verge of going out into the world and leaving her. in fact he basically already has. anyways I came here today for some Three Musketeers antics and now I’m sitting her with Izumama empty nest feels, what is this

-- yo, what?? he’s starting the internship on New Year’s Fucking Day? U.A. doesn’t fuck around, goddamn

(ETA: seriously, no rest for the weary here. both Endeavor and Hawks are as busy as ever too. poor Hawks, who never wanted to be a hero to begin with, spent New Year’s Eve undercover trying to drown his sorrows in sugary coffee. of course, Jeanist is spending his New Year’s either in hiding or dead, so.)

anyways so he’s bidding his mom goodbye and getting onto a bus, and he’s all bundled up in a scarf but can’t be assed to wear a jacket, apparently. whatever Deku

AHHHH WHAT IS THIS NOW

AND OH MY GOD LOOK WHERE HE IS

THE LEAGUE OF PLIFF’S HEADQUARTERS AT THE OL’ OVERLOOK HOTEL. watch out for the elevators. Toga probably really likes them though

“where did you run off to number 2” um, he’s still a top ranked pro hero? what, do they just expect him to never do his job ever again? even if they think he’s on their side, they must realize that he needs to maintain his so-called cover

anyways, fucking Slidin’ Go is back, guys. when is someone going to punch this slippery bitch in the face

wow he’s seriously chewing Hawks out for flying off without permission. can someone please just deck this mouthbreather already

oh my god

this motherfucker really truly believes he is Hawks’s senpai. imagine having the same power as a fucking banana peel, and being so deluded you actually think you outrank a double agent of indispensable value, who also just so happens to be Dabi’s best friend, and oh yes, THE NUMBER TWO FUCKING HERO. I don’t even know where to begin with you, Slidin’ Go

oh snap but he’s immediately being called out on his BS lol this is great

twenty microdevices?? holy shit. that’s gonna make it really difficult for him to actually report back to the heroes

maybe if the PSC gives him twenty of their own little spy cams. then the only challenge is for him to try and remember which are which

lmao look at this little metaphorical drawing

isn’t this the Hyrule Castle level from Breath of the Wild

anyways don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here trying to figure out if there’s a double meaning to these two panels

is Skeptic just really bad at making small talk, or is there something here that I’m totally missing?? did he witness something during Hawks’s coffee run?

(ETA: this seriously reads to me as some kind of coded threat, but it makes no sense given the rest of the conversation. he goes on and on about how useful Hawks will be in helping them spy on the heroes, but then calls attention to him sneaking out to buy a single can of coffee. in conclusion I am probably overthinking this way too much, but it’s odd. maybe he really is just trying to be nice and coming off as weird and creepy.)

now we’re flashing back to Hawks’s last report to the PSC

if this is after he met up with Dabi then why does he still have the bag? WHEN WILL THIS STOP HAUNTING ME. I’M SO TIRED OF WAKING UP AT NIGHT IN A COLD SWEAT ONLY TO SEE HAWK’S BACKPACK STANDING THERE RIGHT NEXT TO MY BED, WATCHING

-- SDLKGHSLDKHFL

lmao this scared the shit out of me. Enji what the fuck

yesssss it’s mah boisssss

wow, he’s pretty weirdly enthused about the whole thing, huh? I expected him to bitch about it more. since Shouto basically offered his friends the gig all on his own without any consultation whatsoever. that’s called nepotism Shouto but it’s okay I forgive you

anyways. so are the Endeavor offices located in THE FUTURE. or what. is this Epcot

DKFJWELKFJL

LOL THAT’S MORE LIKE IT. FOR A MOMENT I THOUGHT WE HAD SLIPPED INTO SOME WEIRD ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

hahaha exactly

well I’m glad I’m not going crazy, at any rate. anyways though, Endeavor trying his best to be a good dad and caving in to his son’s ridiculous demands because he’s trying to make up for TWO DECADES OF BEING COMPLETE GARBAGE is pleasing to me as always. deal with it Endeav

HE SAID DEAL WITH IT!!

oh my god Katsuki is saying something holy shit, the next few panels will set the stage for what could be the sleeper hit character dynamic of the year. ghghkghhhhhh

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oh my god

(ETA: Katsuki I have written whole essays about how perceptive you are and then you just. sob. now that he’s finally starting to ease up on the whole Angry Asshole thing, his inner dumbass is really shining through.)

YES HE IS AND THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO, YOUR BOURGEOIS SON HAS FALLEN IN WITH THIS CHURLISH ROUGHNECK FROM THE HOOD, DIE MAD ABOUT IT!!

lmaooo

that mental image omfg. HE WILL PUT UP WITH THIS SUFFERING IN ORDER TO GET CLOSER TO HIS GOAL. what a sacrifice. the pros outweighed the cons. it’s logic. I can’t, I

and Endeavor being so fucking mad that Shouto picked this asshole to be his new best friend sob. YOU CAN’T STOP THEIR BROMANCE IT IS UNFOLDING BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES

anyways I love everything and I’m all set for the mentoring to begin. bring it onnnn

so now Deku is being surprisingly earnest and thanking Endeavor for accepting them into his agency

and we’re getting our first glimpse of Deku’s Upgraded Feelings About Endeavor oooooh juicy

Deku is so good at seeing into people’s hearts. and so forgiving. we already knew he was -- the inciting event that led to the whole fucking series wouldn’t have even happened if he wasn’t -- but I’m honestly still so impressed every time I see it

(ETA: and also, this means that he still went and told him off during the sports festival even though he was scared of him. kid is the fucking role model to end all role models.)

also I’m already sensing that this chapter (and indeed, this entire arc) is going to prompt more Discourse up in the ol’ fandom. that’s going to be fun. anyways, I’ve already essayed more than once regarding Endeavor’s redemption arc, so I’m not going to spend too much time hashing out the same old points. but basically my stance is I’m fine with it. I think it’s good to show that people can change no matter how far they’ve gone down the wrong path. it may not be easy, but if they’re genuinely remorseful, and if the desire is there, then why not? I’m not gonna get up in arms because someone is trying to become a better person. the alternative is that they stay terrible, and that doesn’t help anyone

anyway, so now we’re flashing back to what appears to be a conversation with All Might, and oh my god

but you guys. listen. Katsuki is there, again. they’re not even discussing OFA this time and he’s still there! elbowed his way into this mentorship like the determined little shit he is, and now he’s not leaving and you all just have to deal with it. oh my god it’s everything I ever wanted, someone please pinch me is this real??

lol and now they are discussing OFA, but that’s okay. it’s only natural that would also be on the agenda

really, All Might?

you consider that “just fine”? that bloop? just as planned?? I know you love your son, but maybe consider raising the bar for him just a little bit. he is capable of so much more, and now of all times is not the time to go easy on him

and he’s still talking about the SIXQUIRKS as though unlocking more of them right now would be a bad thing. I really think this is the wrong approach. maybe I just want to see Deku go buck wild and fucking lose it though, idk

Katsuki has no patience for this either

“I don’t doubt it.” please Deku we’re not worthy of you and your wholesomeness. and he’s so sincere, too?? how does Kacchan continuously absorb all of this shameless admiration and affection day after day, week after week. how is he not humbled by it

anyways time to shut up about that though because All Might is now mentoring Bakugou directly and this requires my full fucking attention

yessss let the character development commence! I’m so excited ddhkshl

and now we’re back in the present and the conversation is taking a very interesting turn!

YES! HE DID! DO YOU REMEMBER? YOU WEREN’T REALLY PAYING ATTENTION BEFORE BECAUSE YOU WERE STILL IN ASSHOLE MODE. what do you have to say about it now?

...

mysterious

what

(ETA: “is he always like this?”)

lol what

hahaha. this arc is off to a fucking hysterical start

oh snap y’all look at this

100% chance Deku is right fucking behind him lol. probably they all are

YEP

BITCH, WHO THE FUCK DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DEALING WITH. YOU THOUGHT THESE WERE JUST ANY OLD INTERNS?? FUCK YOU, THESE ARE PREMIUM, CLUB-LEVEL, OCEAN VIEW INTERNS, YOU UNAPPRECIATIVE LOUT. YOU INGRATE

lol but he’s not missing a beat though, and he’s ordering them to stay behind and watch him oh shit. what is even going on

now we’re cutting to some fucking yogi bobbing around town in a lotus position screaming about a divine revelation he received from fucking space. okay

AHHH WHAT

HAWKS IS ALREADY GETTING IN ON THE ACTION, JESUS CHRIST. DOES THIS FUCKER EVER PUT ON THE BRAKES?? THIS ARC IS LIKE TWELVE DIFFERENT PLOTLINES INTERSECTING ALL AT ONCE AND I CAN BARELY KEEP UP. THIS SHIT IS A TRAINWRECK WAITING TO HAPPEN AND I’M STANDING HERE MESMERIZED

BUT!!!

cue Celine Dion’s “All by Myself” while I fall down dramatically nooooo. the lord giveth and he taketh away. YOU OPENED A DOOR AND CLOSED THE WINDOW YOU BASTARD sob why

well shit. and that means that Katsuki has only one chapter left to reveal his hero name, too. (ETA: keeping track of the important things here lol.) and somehow I don’t see that happening unless the focus of the next chapter takes a very dramatic shift, since we seem to be launching into full plot mode before any of us even have our seatbelts on. not that I’m complaining about that because sdkljk

anyways. see y’all in two weeks I guess. the My Plots Academia arc sure is off to a crazy fucking start

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todobaku-shoukat · 6 years ago

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Boku No Toddler Academia (29/?)

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11712765/chapters/35524527

Bakugou’s day off

The next few days pass by without any incidents, and it is finally Sunday. Although taking care of the kids is rather enjoyable, it is still extremely tiring. As such, Bakugou is thankful to finally be able to take a break. In order to ensure that this day passes without any problems, some of the teachers including All Might, Midnight, Ectoplasm, Thirteen and Power Loader came over to the dorms to help take care of the toddlers. And after some discussion with All Might and Midnight, Bakugou decided to go out using a disguise. While it is the day before the exams, there is no saying that Bakugou will not come across any of the other UA students or even the parents. Besides, Bakugou is already a well-known figure in public, due to the Sludge Villain incident, Sports Festival and his kidnapping incident. As such, going out with a disguise became an apparent thing.

Bakugou is no stranger to disguises, thanks to his parents. His parents are fashion designers, designing clothes for people of all ages, sizes and shapes. When they needed a child to model their clothes, they would much rather use their own child than to hire a child model. Bakugou had been adamantly against the idea as a child. He wanted to make his name known as a hero, not as a model. However, Bakugou Mitsuki adamantly wanted her own child to model her clothes. Although she would never tell her son, she believes that no child is as wonderful as her own. Only her own son can properly model her clothes. Bakugou Katsuki has a brilliant mind, and he is obviously his mother’s son.

Being a fan is an expensive job. Being an All Might fan is an even more expensive job. In order to purchase All Might’s merchandises as a child, Bakugou needed his parents to give him money and to bring him to the mall. Understanding how important All Might is to her son, Bakugou Mitsuki had promised to help Bakugou get his All Might merch in exchange for modelling for her. This had placed Bakugou on the edge of agreeing. As a final push to get Bakugou to agree, Bakugou Mitsuki promised to let him model using a disguise and had reminded him that heroes had to go undercover and maintain disguises. And as a result, Bakugou ended up modelling for her even up until now in his free time in all sorts of clothes. Since the clothes for modelling were tailored specially to fit him, Bakugou Mitsuki had given all those clothes to Bakugou. While Bakugou has no interest in the large majority of the clothes, he keeps them in case he ever needs a disguise.

After making a quick breakfast for the toddlers, Bakugou returns to his room to look for those clothes to prepare his disguise. He decides that the best disguise would be to wear what he would usually not wear. Rummaging through his box of modelling clothes, Bakugou finds a pair of skinny black jeans, a plain white shirt and a leather jacket. He also puts on a black wig. Bakugou frowns at the mirror, thinking that his face is still very recognisable. Determined, Bakugou finds the eyeliner he uses to cover up the skin under his hero mask and expertly puts it on. Once that is done, Bakugou gives himself a once over in the mirror before giving himself an approving nod.

Swinging his backpack onto his shoulders, Bakugou makes his way down to bid the teachers and toddlers goodbye. When the toddlers see him, they are taken aback, afraid of the stranger. All Might and Midnight are also surprised, wondering if someone had managed to break into the dorms. It is only when Bakugou talks that they realise who is in front of them.

“Wow, Bakugou! Your disguise is really good! I would never have recognised you if you didn’t speak!” Midnight compliments.

“Mama?” Uraraka questions unsurely while Shigaraki and Todoroki immediately fling themself at Bakugou.

“Even if you look different, I will still marry you!” Todoroki says determinedly.

Before they can have a repeat telecast of “I’m gonna marry mama”, Bakugou pats their little heads before waving goodbye.

Before leaving the dorm, Bakugou already made a little shopping list. Glancing at the said list, Bakugou heads into the mall. Strangely, there is a long queue in the bookstore. However, Bakugou does not have an interest in finding out why. Nonetheless, when he passes by the bookstore, he sees the cause for the queue. With the realisation, Bakugou has to resist the urge to smack his forehead. How could he have forgotten that today is when All Might’s autobiography would be released? He had bitched the whole day when the release date of the autobiography came out, complaining about how the release being on the day before the exams is discriminatory to the students. But things seem to have worked out. Now, he can freely queue for the autobiography without having to worry about studying for his exams. Furthermore, this solved the problem of what Bakugou should get Midoriya for Christmas.

After getting the autobiography for his childhood friend and himself, Bakugou thinks of getting All Might to sign the book for them when he returns to the dorms. Bakugou also briefly wonders if he should get the two teachers a present as well. Shrugging, Bakugou decides that he will get them a present if he can figure out what to get them. Getting out his shopping list again, Bakugou goes to the mall’s directory, identifying where to get what so that he can shop for the things systematically.

While Bakugou is busy shopping, the toddlers are also busy preparing for their secret Christmas party. Satou, Shouji and Ojiro are in the kitchen, attempting to make cinnamon cookies with Thirteen. Midoriya and Midnight are on the latter’s computer, choosing photos that Midnight took in secret and doing some light editing. Jirou and Present Mic are on the computer Hatsume gave them, being in charge of the music. Kouda and Ectoplasm are in the backyard of the dorm, the former asking the birds and other critters to pick flowers and other shiny stuff. Yaoyorozu then uses some of these materials to make custom photo frames, Tokoyami and Kurogiri helping to design while Power Loader supervises them. Some of the other materials are used by Uraraka, Asui, Hagakure, Aoyama, Toga and Aizawa to make a card that is more a booklet than a card. As part of the “main committee”, Todoroki, Shigaraki, Kirishima, Ashido, Kaminari, Sero and Iida plan the itinerary and brainstorm for more ideas. For all the unwanted waste products, Shigaraki is also in charge of turning them into ashes to avoid leaving evidence for their mama.

While Bakugou appreciated his freedom while out shopping, he quickly began feeling rather empty. It is strange being able to walk around freely without Todoroki and Shigaraki hanging off his legs. It is strange not having Aizawa or Kirishima randomly starting group snuggles or group hugs. It is strangely cold and lonely, being alone in this crowd of early Christmas shoppers. While Bakugou had planned to go about buying the things systematically and efficiently, he had also planned to do it leisurely. However, he soon gives up the idea of “leisurely”, hastening his pace and hoping to finish shopping quickly.

When Bakugou is finally done shopping, it is already five. He sends a quick text to the teachers, asking how they are going to settle dinner. With the text, the teachers are alerted of Bakugou’s imminent arrival, quickly getting rid of all evidence. When Bakugou gets off the subway, he immediately feels the drop in temperature even in his jacket. As he walks to the dorms, the sky suddenly begins to snow. Having snow so early is rare and completely unexpectedly. Hence, Bakugou is not dressed warm enough. Furthermore, his backpack is not waterproof and he begins to worry that the snow will seep in and wet the autobiographies. Thinking fast, Bakugou takes out his umbrella and moves his backpack to carry it from the front. This allows the umbrella to protect the backpack from the snow, but not Bakugou’s back. Hence, when Bakugou finally returns to the dorm, his back is wet from the snow and the boy is lightly shivering from the cold.

“Mama!” The toddlers shout when the door opens, immediately running forward to hug Bakugou’s legs. Bakugou’s lips automatically curve up into a smile, heart feeling inexplicable warmth and happiness. Man, he really missed these brats.

#bnta #fanfic #bnha #bakugou katsuki

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chubsonthemoon · 7 years ago

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mistletoe roulette and ugly sweaters

summary: In which Ochako wants to kiss Tsuyu, but doesn't know how to go about doing it.

pairing: asui tsuyu/uraraka ochako

words: 5360

also on ao3!

for ennvshita for a bnha exchange on twitter. Happy Holidays! <3

Ochako gets the idea the morning she sees Aoyama in the common room, a couple days before holiday break officially begins.

“Bonjour!” he says breezily, flipping a lock of golden hair over his shoulder. He walks past her towards the kitchen, and it is only then that she sees…it. She blinks.

Not that she should really be surprised at this point, because Aoyama’s fashion sense really is something infamous in Class 1-A (and Class 1-B too, if she’s being honest), but…

“Aoyama-san?”

“Yes, darling?”

“What are you wearing?”

He spins around so fast his hair whips him in the face. “I’m overjoyed you noticed it! C’est beau, non?”

“It…certainly…”

It’s almost hilarious. The front is patterned with alternating squares of bright red and green, making him seem even more…sparkly. Down the middle of the chest area is a single gold stripe, and in the middle, above his heart, is an enormous golden bow. There are smaller bows of alternating silver and gold along the sleeves.

In short, it’s the ugliest thing Ochako has ever seen in her life.

“Well?” Aoyama asks, giving a twirl.

She stares blankly for a second more. “Uh…”

“That is quite an interesting sweater,” says a voice behind her. Ochako’s stomach does backflips, and she turns to face Tsuyu, her long hair tied in a bun atop her head. She places a thoughtful finger to her mouth. “It has a lot of character.”

Thanks, Tsuyu, Ochako tries to say with only her eyes.

No problem, Tsuyu seems to say back.

“Merci, my sweet!” He brings one hand to his heart, right above the golden monstrosity of a bow. “’Twas a gift from ma mère to celebrate the holiday season.”

Ashido enters the room then, yawning. “Looks like your mom doesn’t love you as much as you think she does,” she says dryly. Ochako chokes.

Aoyama, naturally, is immediately defensive. “Excusez-moi? I’ll have you know that this is the height of fashion in Paris right now!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Move over will ya? You’re blocking the way to the kitchen.”

He bristles, haunches raised.

It’s too early for this, Ochako thinks. She glances once at Tsuyu and immediately regrets it—she feels her face turn more and more red as her ability to hold in her laughter begins to fail.

Ashido is then followed by Kaminari, who gives him a comforting pat on the back. “It’s ok, man. Not everyone understands higher fashion.”

“If only others could understand,” he laments in return, wiping away—are those real tears? “C’est une pitié.”

All three of them disappear into the kitchen, arguing about whose hair is more blonde. The door shuts with a click, and Tsuyu looks at Ochako. Ochako looks at Tsuyu.

They burst out laughing, Ochako falling onto Tsuyu’s shoulder and Tsuyu slapping her hand over her mouth to stifle the giggling.

“That was—” Ochako can’t breathe.

Tsuyu hiccups. “—really something-kero.”

They stay like that for a few moments, breathless and giddy. It’s only then that Ochako realizes just how close they are, Tsuyu’s hair tickling her nose, both of them sprawled out beside the couch with their feet tangled. This is nice.

From the kitchen, voices can be heard, getting louder and louder.

“It is golden blonde with a single raven stripe, Ashido! Come on!”

“Oh please, what I said was basically the same

—”

“I agree with Monsieur Kaminari, there is a delicate balance between the two and he does it very well—”

“Thank you!”

“I dunno. Still looks better than whatever the hell you’re wearing, Aoyama.”

“Hey,” Ochako says, sitting up suddenly. Tsuyu kero’s in surprise. “What do you think about an ugly sweater Christmas party?”

And so the preparations begin.

It’s not easy, Ochako will admit. They only have a few days, after all, before they’re all sent home for the holidays, and she wants this to be a proper send off for her classmates. She and Tsuyu make plans to go buy some decorations, she sends out a mass group text to invite everyone (including class 1-B, because why not?), and she politely declines Yaoyuzuru’s offer to host the event at her family’s ballroom that’s apparently buried deep within the halls of her mansion.

Now, the only thing they need is entertainment and food, the latter of which she decides to turn to—

“No way in hell,” Bakugo spits, nearly closing the door on her nose. She sticks her foot in at the last moment, not even blinking.

“Aww, c’mon! It’ll be fun!” she says, as soothingly as possible.

“I don’t care,” he seethes. “Now—go away.”

He kicks her foot away and slams the door shut.

Ochako taps her foot thoughtfully.

Plan B, then.

About fifteen minutes later, she returns to Bakugo’s door and bangs on it loudly. “Open up!”

“Fuck off,” is the response she receives. She turns to the person behind her and gives a quick nod. “Do your thing, please.”

Kirishima grins and steps forward. “Blasty, open up!”

There is a pointed silence from within. Ochako checks her watch. She needs to meet Tsuyu in the common room in five minutes so they can go decoration shopping, so this better not take too long.

The door opens a crack, just enough to see one red eye peek through, visibly pissed. “What the hell do you want, Shitty Hair?”

Krishima holds his palms up in a gesture of surrender. “Hey man, I was just stopping by to invite you to this awesome Christmas party my girl Uraraka here—” he gestures to Ochako, who gives a little wave (Bakugo gives her the bird) “—is throwing. It sounds like it’s gonna be hella fun, but they need a little help. Hey, remember that amazing extra-spicy seven layer dip you made me that one time? That would be awesome.”

Bakugo opens the door a millimeter or so more. He sends a death glare past Kirishima, who is still talking about how he can never forget the feeling of having his mouth on fire, at Ochako, who just winks.

“So, basically, you should totally come, dude. I promise you, there will be no caroling if you’re not up for it. Ah, but if you are, then that’s cool too. Caroling can totally be manly.”

Bakugo’s eyes flick back to Kirishima’s face, and Ochako swears she sees his face change—it becomes a little softer, or maybe less angry. But it is a change nevertheless.

“I don’t care,” Bakugo says, this time a little more uncertain. So close. Ochako nudges Kirishima’s foot a little. A reminder.

“Oh yeah!” he says, leaning forward. Whether or not he’s aware of it, Bakugo opens to door even more, exposing the rest of him to the hallway. “If you come, then—”

Ochako doesn’t catch what Kirishima says next, because she sees Tsuyu come down the hallway and she panics, checking her watch. Is she late?

“Tsuyu!” she squeaks as her friend approaches. “I’m so sorry, I’m just waiting on this guy—” a general fluttering of hands in the direction of Bakugo and Kirishima “—to help us out!”

“No problem at all, Ochako-chan,” Tsuyu says. She nods at Kirishima’s back. “I see you employed slightly unfair tactics. That was smart of you.”

Ochako knows that that’s not really something she should be blushing at, because all of UA knows about these two being absolute fools for each other, so it’s not really revolutionary. She blushes anyway, offering a sheepish smile. “Thank you!”

Tsuyu shifts suddenly, looking at a spot slightly over Uraraka’s shoulder and to the right. “Well,” she begins, her voice a little weird, “I just came by a little earlier than we agreed because I wanted to talk to you about—”

But Ochako never hears what Tsuyu wanted to talk about, because there’s a sudden minor explosion and a shouted SHUT THE FUCK UP, SHITTY HAIR, followed by the door slamming shut. They turn to see Kirishima look up, face slightly singed. He grins triumphantly and gives the girls a thumbs up. “Yeah, he can help you guys out. And he’s comin’ to the party, too.”

Ochako sighs in relief. “Thank you so much, Kirishima-kun. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Not a problem!” he says brightly, stretching his arms over his head. “I’m gonna go wash the ash off my face now, but thank you, ladies, for organizing this. I can’t wait!”

Ochako beams and links arms with Tsuyu. “It’s our pleasure,” she says.

He leans in a little “And thanks, Uraraka, for the tip. This party is gonna be awesome.” Ochako grins and gives him a fist bump. They watch, arms still looped around each other, as he waves them goodbye and walks away, whistling.

Tsuyu has a question in her eyes.

“Ah, I just told him to remind Bakugo that there might be…a little something special at this party. Like mistletoe.” Ochako answers, before turning to Tsuyu. “Sorry, what were you saying before?”

Tsuyu blinks, then smiles. “Ah, it’s nothing super important. Sorry about that.”

“Ok.”

No one speaks until they’re just about to leave the dorms. “I didn’t know you were such a plotter, Ochako-chan,” Tsuyu says mischievously, breaking the silence. “You know just what Bakugo’s and Kirishima-san’s weaknesses are.” Their arms are still linked.

Ochako blushes again and tugs Tsuyu forward instead of answering.

“So, we have streamers, party poppers, and some of these snowmen thing,” Ochako says, reading off her list. “Now, all we need is…mistletoe.” Her grip tightens slightly on the paper. No big deal, just some plants.

“Oh, that’s right,” Tsuyu remarks, checking over the items in their basket once more. “I’m pretty sure they sell it here…let’s ask an employee.”

The old lady at the front helpfully points them in the right direction. “Are you two lovely ladies having some kind of party?” she asks afterward, smiling.

Ochako nods enthusiastically. “Yes ma’am!”

“Oh, how lovely! Well, I hope you have fun. And psst,” she whispers the last words to Ochako while Tsuyu goes on ahead. Ochako moves closer. “You two make an adorable couple. Young people during the holiday season always makes me so happy. You know, my husband and I had our first kiss at a Christmas party—”

“Ochako-chan, are you coming?” asks Tsuyu from an aisle or two away. Ochako feels her face beginning to melt. “Thankyouverymuchforthedirections!” she says, bowing so fast her teeth clack together. “Coming, Tsuyu!” she calls, trying to keep the panic out of her voice.

It’s not like she hasn’t thought about kissing Tsuyu. Not in a creepy way, though! Just in a…it would be nice kinda way. And mistletoe…she’s not going to lie, it would be a perfect opportunity to…

To what? What if she doesn’t want to kiss you? What then?

Ochako deflates. Yeah, no. There’s no way that she’s going to use some underhanded way to kiss her crush. That would be inexcusable, both as a hero and a decent human being. No way.

“I think I found some,” Tsuyu says, snapping her out of her reverie. She holds up a little bundle of leaves, red berries and all. “This is it, right?”

“Yeah, those look about right—whoa!” She springs back, nearly crashing into a reindeer standee behind her. Tsuyu, who had begun to lift the mistletoe just above their heads, high enough that they were both under it, makes a noise of surprise.

“Is everything ok-kero?” she asks.

“Y-yes! Of course! Why wouldn’t it be!” Ochako scratches the back of her head, laughing way too loudly to be considered normal. “I was just wondering…oh, yeah! How many do you think we need? I promised Kirishima that there would be plenty of opportunities for him and his idiot boyfriend.”

Tsuyu examines the leaves thoughtfully. “I’d say three, maybe? One in the kitchen, one in the living room, and one more…somewhere else.” She places the mistletoe in the basket, safely away from kissing level.

Ochako sighs in relief. “Yeah, that’ll work. Alright, let’s grab two more.”

She’s relieved to see that she’s regained control of the situation, and ignores the racehorses having a Christmas party of their own in her chest. This is fine.

Then, she and Tsuyu both reach for the same cluster of leaves, their hands overlapping, and Ochako jolts.

She stares at her, breath stuttering to a halt.

Tsuyu stares back, something Ochako can’t read surfacing in her eyes. Tsuyu opens her mouth, and Ochako is so sure—

”Ochako-chan, I’m floating.”

She wants to die.

“So? Did you eventually get her down from the ceiling?”

Ochako buries her head in her hands, the shiny strip of tinsel she’s supposed to be levitating to a hard-to-reach spot falling onto her head. “First of all, she didn’t float that high, just a few feet. Second of all, it was an accident—ugh, I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

Bakugo places the last ornament on the tree with an intensity that would scare most people, as if he is torn between being enormously proud of his handiwork and blowing it all up. “You’re the one who brought it up, Round Face.”

“Because I was so embarrassed! I mean, what kind of idiot loses control over their own Quirk just because they touched someone else’s hand?”

Bakugo looks as if he has decided on being enormously proud of his work, giving the tree a satisfied smirk. He turns to her, impatience burning in his eyes. “You, apparently.”

“Oh, shut up,” she goes back to levitating the tinsel above the mantel. “It’s not like you’re any better.”

“Listen,” he snarls. “I have near perfect control over my Quirk—”

“That’s not what I saw when Kirishima talked to you yesterday,” she mutters.

“Shut the fuck up. You’re shit at talking to your crush, so you can’t say a goddamn thing.”

“Hey! I’m doing my best, alright? It’s hard when she’s so…arghh cute and honest and friendly and I’m…”

“You’re a coward, that’s what you are.”

She gives him a glare that makes him smile even wider. He smells blood in the air, and, never one to back down from a challenge, he can’t resist. “Bring it, Round Face, I’ve beaten you once and I can do it again—”

In response, she reaches into the box next to her. Bakugo leans forward eagerly, ready to strike.

For dramatic effect, she snaps her fingers.

Up, up, and up, float three bunches of mistletoe. “If you have any hope of getting your little time with Kirishima tomorrow—” she says, a sweet smile on her lips, “—I suggest you stop talking, and get your ass in the kitchen and start making our food. Because if not—” One more snap of the fingers. Bakugo blinks, the closest she’s ever seen him to flinching.

The mistletoe whizz past his head, up and down and side to side, ever close but always out of reach. “I can make sure you won’t have an excuse to kiss him, since you’re just as much of a coward as I am. ”

She doesn’t mention that Kirishima is probably going to try and kiss Bakugo regardless of mistletoe, but hey. He doesn’t need to know that.

Bakugo is livid, but Ochako doesn’t care. She’s faced worse.

“Fuck you,” he spits, but he backs down. He heads towards the kitchen with his hands shoved in his pockets, probably to make that seven layer dip that Kirishima had praised so highly.

Ochako is just glad he doesn’t blow up the Christmas tree on the way there.

Just before he gets to the kitchen, he turns, mouth set in a frown. “Just fucking do something about it, won’t you? Like I already said, I’m getting tired of watching you two run circles around each other. It pisses me off.”

She lifts her finger to make the mistletoe twirl threateningly.

“Fine.” He slams the door shut.

With a sigh, she releases the mistletoe, and returns to setting up the last of the decorations.

Stupid plants.

She does not notice that one set of green leaves is missing.

The party is going fairly well. Everyone’s sweaters are absolutely hideous (except for Momo and Todoroki’s, for some reason, who can’t seem to look bad in anything they wear). Everything is going according to plan.

That is, until Deku suggests playing a little game.

“I-it was Kacchan’s idea!” he says, then squeaks when he sees Bakugo glaring daggers at him from across the room. “Well, me and Tsuyu helped, too.”

“Just spit it out, Midoriya!” hollers Kaminari. General murmurs of assent follow.

“Alright, well.” He fidgets with his hands nervously, glancing at Kacchan nervously. “It involves using your Quirk, Uraraka…is that alright?”

Ochako blinks. Her? “I mean…I guess? What do I have to do?”

Deku reaches into a paper bag that has suddenly materialized beside him and pulls out a small, opaque sphere, one of those used in prize dispensers. “There’s one for each person in here,” he explains. “And in one of these is…Tsuyu, if you please.”

Ochako’s head shoots to the girl beside her, who hands over the third bundle of mistletoe they had bought not a day ago. “Here you go, Midoriya-chan.”

“Thank you.” He takes the mistletoe and places it in the ball, closing it with a snap. When he opens his mouth again, his face is steadily turning the color of the garland around them. “The name of the game is…Mistletoe Roulette.”

What? The room, full of students from both Class 1-A and 1-B, explodes into minor chaos. What did he just say?

“Shut up!” shouts Bakugo from his spot on the couch beside Kirishima. “Let the damn nerd explain.”

Deku takes a breath, as if steadying himself. “Uraraka-san, if you don’t mind…do you think it would be possible to move these in a circle around everyone’s heads?” He holds up one of the little prize containers.

Ochako nods slowly, realization dawning on her. “And I’m assuming…at some point I will stop moving them?”

“Exactly,” Deku says, sighing in relief. “Iida will control the music. Basically,” he turns to the rest of their classmates, sprawled out on couches and cushions, standing near the windows and listening intently. “It’s like a combination between musical chairs and Wheel of Fortune. When the music stops, one of you will have a prize that has mistletoe inside. That person gets to choose one other person they want to kiss. Of course,” he stresses, suddenly extremely serious, “if both parties are not absolutely comfortable, we’ll move onto the next round.” He looks around the room. “How does it sound?”

“I dunno, Midoriya, sounds like you really want to kiss someone,” Ashido teases. Deku blushes all the way to the tips of his ears and looks very pointedly in the direction away from Todoroki, who is sitting next to him and listening in interest.

“I’ll play,” Tsuyu says. Once again, Ochako whips her head to look at her friend, who looks nothing short of determined to win. Ochako’s eyes nearly bug out of her head. Is there someone Tsuyu wants to kiss?

From around the room, there are nods and words of agreement, except from Monoma, who simply yells something hysterical about Class 1-A and their weird inferior holiday traditions before Kendo hits him upside the head.

“Alright!” says Kirishima excitedly. He and Tetsutetsu give each other fist bumps. “May the best man kiss the manliest!”

Deku brings over the paper bag, allowing Ochako to touch every sphere. She can’t tell which one has the mistletoe, much to her slight disappointment. She mentally slaps herself. No cheating allowed.

Soon enough, every partygoer has a ball floating over their heads. “Are you ready?” someone asks in a voice that sounds startlingly like Present Mic (they realize its Hagakure, whose floating sweater features a line of dancing reindeer). Iida commandeers the stereo, and some upbeat song version of Jingle Bells begins to play.

“Start!”

Ochako concentrates, and soon there are spheres circling above her classmates’ heads, round and round and round.

Dashing through the snow

On a one horse open sleigh

Over the hills we go…

Aoyama begins to sing along in a surprisingly high falsetto, and soon enough, everyone is joining in. Tsuyu nudges her softly while humming along, and gives Ochako a happy smile.

Ochako nearly ends the game on accident right then and there.

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way…

Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh, hey!

After another thirty seconds or so, Iida yells “Stop!”

“Release!”

Everyone reaches for their prizes, some more enthusiastically than others. Ochako looks at her own and opens it, barely hoping for a hint of green… (Beside her, she hears Tsuyu sigh in disappointment, and her heart does another swooping thing).

But alas, it’s not. “It’s me!” Yaoyuzuru says excitedly.

“Alright!” cheers Kaminari. “Who’s the lucky winner?”

“Jirou,” she says, without hesitation. To her right, Jirou nearly spits out her drink.

“Momo!” she hisses, face beet red.

“Do you not wish to kiss me?” asks Yaoyuzuru, looking slightly put out. “But last night you said—” Jirou looks around at the raised eyebrows of her classmates frantically, then rushes forward, grabbing her the turtleneck of Yaoyuzuru’s not-so-ugly sweater and pressing her lips to her girlfriend’s—“mmph.”

Yaoyzuru’s eyes flutter shut, and the entire room explodes into applause and wolf-whistles. “Get ‘em, girl!” cheers Kirishima.

Once a very flushed Jirou and dazed-looking Yaoyuzuru break apart, Ochako has already levitated the remaining spheres back into the paper bag. Deku leans over to replace the mistletoe and place it with the rest of its neighbors, and the music begins again.

“Good luck, Ochako-chan,” whispers Tsuyu under the next corny Christmas song.

Ochako brings the spheres of death above her classmates for the second time and grins at her, trying to radiate all the confidence she doesn’t feel. “Thanks, Tsuyu.”

A few moments pass. There is more singing, this time featuring Aoyama freestyling “Santa Baby.”

“Aaaand, stop!” The spinning slows, and everyone checks to see if they’re the lucky ones.

“Yes! It’s me!” yells Kirishima from across the room. Ochako sees Bakugo shift, his eyes turning to flame.

“Who do you choose?” asks Todoroki, as if it’s not already obvious.

“Bakugo, duh,” Kirishima says, punching the air excitedly. He turns to his right to look at the person in question, who now has literal smoke coming from his palms. “C’mon man, bring it in.”

“Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair,” growls Bakugo. Still, he closes his eyes when Kirishima leans in and gives him a peck on the mouth.

He cracks open one eye, the smoke from his palms becoming more intense. “What the fuck was that?”

“A promise!” Kirishima grins, all sharp teeth and something like a challenge. “A manly one, for later. If you’re up for it.”

Bakugo looks very much like he wants to eat Kirishima alive. “You fucker—”

“So!” Deku claps his hands together hastily. “Couple more rounds?”

They play 3 more rounds, in which Todoroki chooses a blushing Deku, Iida gives Ochako a quick smooch on the cheek, and Bakugo—that lucky bastard—aggressively pulls Kirishima to him, face burning, for a kiss that is probably a little more heated than appropriate, but they all cheer anyway.

Then, Aoyama finally stands up and announces that it is time for the ugly sweater contest.

“I see you have all worn your best!” he glides about the room while Ochako releases the rest of the spheres and hands them to Deku, who places them back in the bag. “However will I choose?”

In the end, he chooses none other than Monoma’s sweater, despite the other’s attempts to both insult Class 1-A’s fashion sense and preen from his victory, saying that yes, in fact, his sweater of Santa dabbing surrounded by weed symbols was the best. (Once again, Kendo whacks him in the head).

The rest of the party, much to Ochako’s pride, is a massive success. The food is delicious (thanks to Bakugo, who, despite her threats, still got what he wanted. She’s glad), the music is bustling and bright, and the fire glows with cheeriness and warmth as it sinks into Ochako’s bones quite pleasantly.

At some point, even some of the third years show up (Mirio materializes through one of the walls, causing Hagakure to shriek when he nearly steps on her. Tamaki takes one look at the crowded room and heads for the nearest corner).

And, much to the delight of everyone in attendance, All Might makes an appearance, a fake white beard strapped to his chin, wearing a sweater his face plastered across his massive chest, and proclaiming “Ho, ho, ho—I am here!”

But through it all, Ochako is hyperaware of a certain someone. Not in a stalkerish way or anything, just more like…she’s always aware of her presence, no matter where she is in the room. She unconsciously follows her dark hair, the color of mistletoe, and wonders just who Tsuyu was so eager to win the game for.

About an hour and a half in, Bakugo extracts himself from Kirishima’s side to kick her in the shins. She kicks him back, harder.

“Just go fucking talk to her,” he says, trying to look like he’s not wincing. Ochako looks over at Tsuyu, who’s listening to Iida make wild hand motions as he talks to Yaoyuzuru. As if sensing her gaze, she looks up and gives Ochako a little wave, beckoning her over.

She dodges Bakugo’s next kick and steels herself. Heroes should always stay true to themselves.

She’s done leaving her feelings to chance. And fuck it, it’s the holidays. This is a gift to herself, really.

…Is what she tells herself when she walks over to Tsuyu and taps her lightly on the shoulder. “Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?”

Tsuyu looks away from Iida, currently engrossed in a conversation with Yaoyuzuru about classroom management policy. She nods. “Of course.”

Ochako smiles a smile that she can feel cracking at the seams. “Great!”

They weave in and out through their classmates to the kitchen, where it is quieter, and emptier, much to Ochako’s relief. Tsuyu walks in first, and Ochako follows.

Before the door closes behind her, she sees Deku flash a thumbs up in their direction. She blushes, but gives him a little nod of acknowledgment. It’s obvious he knows what’s about to go down.

But, strangely, Deku’s eyes widen slightly, sliding away from some spot behind Ochako, and he drops his hand. But before she can puzzle it out, the door closes, and she is alone.

Well, not quite.

“This is actually really convenient,” Tusyu says, finger to her cheek. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you, too.”

Ochako feels her heart speed up again. She needs to get that checked out. “Do you want to go first then? Since you wanted to talk a couple days ago.”

“Whatever you’re more comfortable with, Ochako-chan.”

“Well…I’ll just say something really quick.”

“Ok.”

There is a pause.

It’s now or never, girl.

“Tsuyu?”

“Yes, Ochako-chan?”

“I—”

She shuts her eyes, squeezes her fists. Takes a breath.

“I like you!”

She keeps going, feeling like she’s activated her Quirk on herself. Which is probably possible, if she’s being honest.

“A lot! Ever since we held hands during the test of courage at the training camp, or probably before that, but I just didn’t realize it, because this is the first time I’ve ever really liked someone, and I’m really bad at this I’m so sorry, but I just had to tell you, and I hope it doesn’t ruin your holidays—”

She feels something warm press against her chest, then around her waist, and she opens her eyes. And then she can’t breathe, because Tsuyu is hugging her, and she’s laughing, saying something about Ochako being silly, because—

“Don’t apologize. I like you too, Ochako. A lot—kero.”

Tsuyu, a little shorter than her, fits under her chin perfectly. When Ochako looks down, Tsuyu is already looking up, and smiling.

Tsuyu’s smiles aren’t rare, but they’re not uncommon either. Ochako tries to treasure every single one.

But this smile—oh man. She can only think of the sun itself, except more radiant, more pure lightness, more shaped like the most beautiful girl in the world.

Ochako knows that her smiles are something precious, so she takes what she can, drinking it in.

She knows she’s smiling herself, because Tsuyu has always been honest in her expressions, like a mirror reflecting those around her. A still pond in the morning, all stillness and peace, and right now all Ochako can see is the rising sun.

“Really?” she whispers.

“Yes, really,” Tsuyu whispers back. And then she moves a little closer, says softly, “Look up.”

And lo and behold, there it is. Mistletoe in the kitchen, right above their heads.

Tsuyu looks at her expectantly. Ochako closes her eyes again, and shares her sunlight smile with Tsuyu.

It had all been made possible thanks to a couple people’s efforts, she was later informed. There were only a handful of students left in the dorm living room right now, the party having trickled to a stop. The fire was crackling and warm, the snow outside the window sugary and beautiful.

It had begun, of all people, with Hagakure.

She heard arguing from the common room, and rushed to see if everything was ok, only to see…three bunches of mistletoe floating in midair, one threatened Bakugo, and one extremely pissed Uraraka.

After overhearing the nature of the conversation, she decided to nab one of the leaves without anyone noticing, and slip them under Tsuyu’s door.

Tsuyu, now armed with mistletoe, the knowledge that her feelings were, in fact, requited (because, apparently, Kirishima and Bakguo’s will-they-won’t-they relationship was not the only one infamous among class 1-A), and unsure of how to approach the subject of wanting to kiss Ochako, went to Deku for help. He and Ochako-chan were best friends, after all. Perhaps he could help.

They were plotting in the common room together when Bakugo happened to be passing by, and, overhearing their conversation (a common theme, Ochako notes), glared at them. Then, being Bakugo, he came up with the most roundabout, ridiculous way to set Ochako and Tsuyu up.

It involved those little prize holders from coin dispensers, a party, and one bundle of mistletoe. And, of course, Ochako. They already had three of the four already conveniently ready, good fucking job, he said. And then he walked to the kitchen to make another batch Kirishima’s favorite spicy seven-layer dip.

And then the party, the ridiculous game, and finally, the confession. Thus, bringing them to the present.

In short, Ochako feels like a fool. A lovestruck, now taken-with-the-most-beautiful-girl-she’s-ever-met-fool, but a fool nonetheless.

“But wait just a second,” she says, her head in Ochako’s lap, Tsuyu playing with her hair. “You guys do realize your plan had, like, a…” She does the math quickly. “One in fifteen chance of succeeding?”

“Fuck you, it got the job done, didn’t it?” Bakugo says, but it’s hard to look threatening when you’re cuddling with your boyfriend. “And I came up with that badass name, so you’re welcome.”

“Actually, the job got done because she gathered the courage to tell Tsuyu her feelings,” Iida points out from the floor.

Deku nods in agreement, his feet tangled with Todoroki’s from their shared space on the adjacent couch.

“I’m glad I got to kiss you, though,” Todoroki deadpans, referring to Deku.

“Oh, hush you.”

“Still,” Tsuyu says. “I’m glad it all worked out in the end.” She laughs, and Ochako can feel the vibrations reverberate through her chest.

She smiles up at Tsuyu and reaches up to touch her face, a warm sensation filling the space between her lungs and growing, growing, growing.

Tsuyu’s hands meet hers, there to stay for the holidays, and hopefully—definitely—forever.

“Yeah,” Ochako says, Tsuyu’s hand warm, her smile bright, and her heart full of happiness. “I’m glad, too.”

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #tsuchako #asui tsuyu #uraraka ochako #tsuyu x ochako #fic

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GRIMOIRE Interview - SEVEN Vol.42

We ask them about "Uranometria" that was released last year on December 13th. First of all, what does the meaning of the title of the lead song "Uranometria" mean?

It is a Latin word derived from Greek, and has the meaning of "star atlas".

It has been about one and a half months since the release, but how have the reactions from the listeners been?

It's as we hoped it would be, or rather, it was how we expected it to be. It's like we were right on the mark thinking things like "It seems like all songs on the CD will be popular", or that we would get this kind of reaction.

This song leaves an impression, such as with the intro of the song, where we can sort of imagine what image the lyrics will paint, but were there any points you focused on, or arrangements, themes, or phrases that you were particular about during production?

RyNK: We mixed the mermaid and me together.

Kie: The feeling of Japanese music. We also placed emphasis on the arrangement to make one recall the movements of waves, flowing from right to left and left to right and becoming intertwined.

Amu: The title and release date. As we reduced distortion, we built up a variety of sounds and arranged it so people could hear the chords, also the interaction between the left and right channels of the guitars in the pre-chorus and bridge.

Lune: I kept in mind to not use the habits that I usually add to the arrangements.

Mel: What I put emphasis on was to not have noisy drums, and to have beats and phrases that were even more aware of the fact that there would be singing on top of it.

The Castor version includes the music video for "Uranometria". Please tell us the highlight of the music video, scenes that you were particular about, or any behind stories of filming or something you had trouble with.

RyNK: My clothes were fluttery.

Kie: The outfits were completed on the day of the movie filming. I was nervous.

Amu: The hand drawn sparkling effect when the song title comes up and the tearing up scene after the bridge.

Lune: Actually, we used a little bit of a gimmick to show the water.

Mel: I'm using an important drum set so I want people to look at it. Among the simple drum setting, I think another highlight is the cymbal that stands out in the back.

So the coupling song "Suisou no Umi" that is included on both the Castor version and Pollux version. Please tell us the theme or any stories from production, or things you were particular about with this song.

RyNK: I tried a little hard on the last part.

Kie: There was no place to put in a guitar solo, so I spent a whole day trying to put one in. When you look at your world, which you thought was the ocean (everything), from the side it's just an insignificant fish tank, and all it was was you being forced to swim there... I put the emotions I felt from that into the guitar solo.

Amu: I wanted to make it so that people could feel the story just from listening to the orchestral parts in the part from the intro to the twin leader guitar solo.

Lune: Since it was a song that we all made imagining playing it at a large venue, it became a song that is very nice to play live.

Mel: The difference between the quiet parts before the band comes in and the explosiveness after the band comes in.

About the coupling song "Hello & Goodbye" that is on the Pollux version. Please tell us the theme or any stories from production, or things you were particular about with this song.

RyNK: I worked hard at articulation.

Kie: The bridge after the break down. It's tension and relaxation!

Amu: The verse repeats many times, and because the guitars on the left and right channel are always the same, we changed the arrangement so that the delayed guitar phrases in the background match with the drums.

Lune: We were able to express the feeling of GRIMOIRE with the toy-like sounds in the intro and the sound of the metronome we purposely put in. We all listened to each and every tone, so they are refined.

Mel: With the phrase in the verses, I play something different the first and second time, and they are phrases that express this toy-like feeling.

A special show "Yurumoa-chan" will take place on February 9th at Shinjuku RUIDO K4. It will be a solo show with a completely different relaxed atmosphere from normal, and the setlist will be comprised of the 12 most voted for songs. What kind of show will it be? Also, are the votes what you expected? Were there any unexpected songs?

RyNK: It will be unleashed.

Kie: I can't imagine it. I hope it becomes a live that will be a comfortable time for the people who come.

Amu: I haven't seen the votes yet.

Lune: I wonder where "Mime Mime" is ranked... I'm a bit anxious about the space in between songs, but I would like to take on this challenge with a feeling of it being something new.

Mel: As it's a different feeling from usual I am a bit worried, but I think it would be nice if we could show another side of us. It would be nice if everyone could hear their favourite songs.

And about RynK's birthday solo show "Birthday Party" that will be held on April 22nd at Aoyama Tsuki Miru Kimi Omou. Although there is still quite some time until the show, but are there any things you have planned or things to look forward to?

As it's the first time to hold a birthday event, we want to make it a live with a special feeling. It would be amazing if not just RyNK himself, but also the fans got warm feelings from the show.

What is it that GRIMOIRE pays attention to at lives, or wants to show?

RyNK: I would be glad if they looked at the thing in the middle.

Kie: Entertainment.

Amu: Today only exists today. To let everything out. Whether it moves people's emotions or not.

Lune: It would be to enjoy it. If we ourselves weren't enjoying it, then the audience also wouldn't enjoy it, right? That they are at the venue means that they pushed aside other things and paid money to come and see us, so anyhow, I want to make it enjoyable.

Mel: The atmosphere, the dynamics and the story composition and development of the setlist. And to always enjoy it.

Please tell use a song you recommend and choreography for the people who will see GRIMOIRE live for the first time.

RyNK: "Seitan Devil". The "Eyeball" part.

Kie: "Gensou Syndrome". When you go from jumping, to raising your hands in the air and then small headbangs.

Amu: "Suisou no Umi". Without worrying about difficult things, I want them to feel our "stillness" and "motion".

Lune: "Boku to Tulpa". The clapping during the verses. Or what the wolf calls "The sheep dance".

Mel: "Nejire Inside". Where you cover your eyes to match with the lyrics in the verse.

Are there any fads or common hobbies shared with the members right now?

RyNK: None.

Kie: I don't think so?

Amu: Nothing in particular.

Lune: None!

Mel: Nothing in particular, but when we go on tour we go and eat hamburgers together.

February 3rd is the traditional last day of Winter. Are there any demons inside you that you would like to chase out?

RyNK: The one in my heart.

Kie: The troublesome one. I'm going to start eating breakfast now.

Amu: The extreme one. I won't think of things in extremes.

Lune: The isolating one. I will make more friends.

Mel: The forgetful one. I'll make a checklist of things to bring on tour.

It's almost Valentine's Day. Please tell us one sweet memory and one bitter memory from then.

RyNK: They came all the way to my place to give me chocolate. When I asked for chocolate and they said "No way".

Kie: Please let me keep them to myself.

Amu: None in particular.

Lune: When I got chocolate from a girl in another class who I had no contact with. That made me happy.

Mel: Being able to eat lots of delicious chocolate. Eating too much chocolate.

Please give a message to the SEVEN readers.

RyNK: It's cold so stay warm.

Kie: See you.

Amu: I hope we can see you somewhere.

Lune: This year GRIMOIRE may go to see you at places we've never been before. Wait for us.

Mel: We will be a band that will being you lots of wonderful songs and lives this year too and make you think that you're glad to be a GRIMOIRE fan. This year we're going to see you much, much more so wait for us.

#grimoire #grimoire translation #rynk #kie #amu #lune #mel #SEVEN #visual kei

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ionlyspeakinmyheroacademia · 4 years ago

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Late Nights and Lavender Tea

series masterlist ☕️

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Ochako Uraraka

Warnings: Some lauguage, gets a lil steamy at some parts, slow burn, MAJOR SPOILERS

Summary: After a year of friendship, Uraraka realizes that she is totally in love with her best friend, Midoriya Izuku. There's just one slight problem. She's in a happy, committed relationship with Iida Tenya.Or is she? As their relationship progresses, she sees a side of Tenya that scares her- and she wonders if she made the right choice to get with him in the first place. And her resurfacing feelings for Izuku aren't helping her case, not in the slightest.Midoriya Izuku always avoids romantic relationships, but he simply cannot avoid his feelings for Uraraka Ochako. She's taken, but Izuku can't help but hopelessly pine after her. After seemingly the millionth late-night talk over tea, he realizes that he's head over heels in love with her. He's in love with a girl who's off-limits. He can swallow his feelings for her sake, of course.That's okay with Izuku. If she's happy, he's happy for her. It's really okay, honestly.Teenage relationships are hard. That's one thing they've both realized.

Notes: This is my first fic, let me know what you think! (cross posted on ao3)

Epilogue

Izuku closed the photo album, the memories bringing a smile to his face.

“Izuku? Are you almost ready to go? We have to be there in thirty minutes- what are you doing out here?” he heard her ask, and he turned around to see Ochako, her hair pinned up elegantly, her black cocktail dress hugging her curves. She looked incredible.

“Ah, you know, just reliving my best memories,” he said, smiling warmly at her, and she walked over, ruffling his hair.

“Aw, I haven’t seen this book in a while,” she mused, opening it and flipping through it. “Aw, I remember this! When we went to the amusement park for a date and we got stuck at the top of the Ferris Wheel and it started to rain,” she laughed and kissed Izuku’s forehead. “You know I love to reminisce, but the wedding is in two hours, and you’re the best man! Todoroki needs you there, so let’s get going, babe.”

“Okay,” Izuku stood up and leaned down to kiss her. She sighed happily, and melted into him, despite her previous warning. “Are you sure we can’t stay here a little longer?”

She laughed lightly, pushing his messy green hair back from his eyes. “No, now go get ready. I’ll be here waiting.”

He unwillingly went back to their bedroom, pulling a small box out of his pocket. He looked down at it, pushing it open, and staring at the small ring inside of it. Izuku and Ochako had been together since their second year of high school at this point and were 22 now. He had wanted to ask her to marry him many different times before, but they had both been so busy with hero work that he hadn’t been able to find the right time. But, he knew tonight, after the wedding, was the perfect time. They were both off work, and the night would be romantic either way, considering their best friends were getting married.

“Hey babe, can you help me tie my tie?” he called, tucking the box into the pocket of his tux.

She walked into the room and smiled at Izuku. “Well, you sure clean up nice,” she said, expertly tying his tie. She had had to do it many times since they had got together, considering he wasn’t good at tying it at all. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah, just let me grab the present-”

“Already in the car,” she interjected and kissed him lightly, pulling him towards the hallway, grabbing the car keys off the dresser as they headed towards the front door. Their apartment was on the third floor, so they walked hand in hand to the elevator and down to his car.

“Alright, let’s do this,” he smiled at Ochako, and she ran her hand across his cheek, smiling back at him warmly.

Ochako felt tears in her eyes as she saw Todoroki and Sora, both dressed in stunning white suits, standing at the altar. She was so extremely happy for them, they were just so right for each other, like two halves of a whole, not one complete without the other. She looked at Izuku, who was behind Todoroki trying to cover the fact that he was crying, tears slipping down his cheeks as he smiled so wide she thought his face might crack. He looked at her, and they exchanged excited smiles for their friends.

“I now pronounce you married, you may now kiss your husband.”

Todoroki smiled radiantly at Sora before kissing him, and the reception burst into applause. Ochako was fully crying now, wiping her tears hastily before her makeup could run, clapping and smiling at the happy couple. She saw Izuku embrace Todoroki before the couple ran down the aisle, laughing as flower petals rained down on them.

Todoroki’s older brother and sister stood next to Izuku, and on Sora’s side his sister Violet stood there and the Bakugous stood behind her. Bakugou and Eijirou were looking at each other with smiles on their faces. The two of them had got hitched a year after high school, and they were still going strong. Honestly, she was surprised most of their relationships had lasted this long. It wasn’t everyday that three of the couples in their class had made it into their twenties, two of them already married.

The guests made their way to the banquet hall, where the happy couple was waiting, sitting at a long table. Ochako made her way over to Izuku, who hugged her tightly, before letting her go so she could take Sora and Todoroki into a warm hug.

“I’m so happy for you guys!” she sobbed, and Bakugou came from the side, snorting at her tears.

“Jeez, you don’t have to cry about it,” he grumbled, but she could see his own eyes shining with unshed tears, but she chose not to say anything, instead hugging him too. “Oi! Get off of me!”

Ochako laughed, wiping the tears out from under her eyes and smiling at the newlyweds. “But really, I’m so happy for you guys,” she said, and Sora pulled her into a hug.

“Alright everyone!” she heard Izuku say, lightly tapping the microphone he was holding. “Is this thing on?”

“Yes, Izuku,” Todoroki laughed and they all sat down.

“So, um, it’s time for me to give my best man speech, so um hello. I’m Izuku Midoriya, and I’ve been friends with Shouto since our first year at UA. I met Sora later, after he joined our class, but he adopted all of us, not the other way around.” This earned a laugh from the guests, and Ochako could see Izuku’s shoulders relax just a tad. He turned to look at his friends, grinning from ear to ear. “Anyway, I just wanted to say that you two could not be more perfect for each other, and I’m so glad you let us spend this day with you. To the Todorokis!”

“To the Todorokis!” the crowd echoed, and everyone took a drink of their assorted beverages. The hall burst out into laughter and talking, and the reception carried on, leaving the friends at the front table to talk.

“Was that good babe?” Izuku asked quietly, leaning over to ask her.

“Of course,” she reassured him, kissing his cheek. “You did fantastic.”

Todoroki was smiling wider than he ever had, at least around them. His eyes were bright, and full of love for the man sitting next to him. Sora’s head was on his shoulder, his eyes closed, a smile on his face. Natsuo and Fuyumi were smiling, looking at their younger brother happily, their own partners next to them. The Bakugous were talking to Violet, well, Eijirou was, Bakugou was just holding his husband’s hand and tracing the back of it.

Ochako turned to her boyfriend, who was taking a drink of his champagne, trying to loosen his tie a bit.

“You okay babe?” she inquired softly, rubbing her hand in a small circle on his back.

“Yeah, just a little anxious,” he replied, smiling nervously at her.

“Nervous? What are you nervous about?” she laughed, and his smile widened.

“Oh, nothing, ‘Chako, don’t you worry about it,” he said, chuckling lightly as he looked in her eyes, his green ones full of excitement, love, and happiness.

“I love you,” she said, setting her head down on his shoulder for a moment, looking up at him, smiling.

“I love you too,” he replied, kissing her forehead. They turned their attention back to their newly married friends, who were announcing it was time to eat, and the crowd dispersed, getting food, and cake, and all the things in between. Ochako could see Aizawa and All Might standing by Rei Todoroki and Sora’s parents.

She smiled as she saw the rest of their classmates, who had come from all over the country and the world to be here for their friend's wedding. She could see Tenya, with Hatsume on his arm, standing over by Aoyama, all of them laughing and talking. She hadn’t really talked to Tenya since high school, but she was glad he was happy. Momo was standing over with Tsu, and Jirou was sitting next to Kaminari, his arms around her shoulders. Momo and Jirou had broken up when they were in third year, to everyone’s surprise, and Jirou and Kaminari had gotten together two years prior, something Kaminari had dreamed of for years.

The wedding party continued into the night, until everyone but the immediate family, Aizawa, All Might, Izuku, Ochako, and the Bakugou’s had left. They stood around, just laughing and cleaning up while the newlyweds danced, uninterrupted by pictures and a loud audience. Ochako and Izuku stood by Eijirou and Bakugou, all eating some cake and catching up. It had been a while since they’d all been together like this, and Ochako had missed it.

“Anyway, so when are you two finally going to tie the knot?” Eijirou asked, bumping his shoulder into Ochako’s and laughing when she almost dropped her plate. She gave him a look, and took a glob of icing on her finger, wiping it on his nose. He laughed harder while Bakugou rolled his eyes, but he was smiling, as much as he tried to play it off.

Izuku put his arm around her waist, and smiled warmly at her. “That’s none of your business Eijirou,” Izuku laughed, and took her hand. “Let’s go say goodbye to Sora and Shouto.” They two of them made their way over to the pair, who were standing by the bar, both drinking champagne and laughing, their faces filled with absolute happiness.

“Hey, you guys?” Ochako said, setting a hand on Sora’s shoulder. “We’re gonna head out.”

“Aw, really?” Sora whined, giving her puppy-dog eyes. “Do you have to?”

Izuku laughed, giving Todoroki a hug and turning to Sora, smiling. “Yeah, we really need to get going.”

“Well, thank you guys for coming,” Todoroki said, his face lit up in a bright smile.

“Thank you for letting us be a part of your day,” Ochako said, kissing them both on the cheeks, before turning to Izuku and taking his hand. “We love you guys!”

“See you soon!” Izuku smiled at them before pulling Ochako toward the doors, stopping to say goodbye to the Bakugous before heading out into the cool April evening. They walked over to the car, Ochako’s heels in one hand, the other clasped around Izuku’s.

Izuku’s hands were tight against the steering wheel, his knuckles white.

“Hey baby, where are we going?” Ochako asked, setting a hand on his tensed arm. “I thought we were going home?”

“Well, I was thinking we could stop by the park and take a walk,” he replied, trying to keep the anxiety from seeping into his words.

“Oh, okay! Just as long as we get back before it’s time to go to bed, you have work in the morning silly!”

“Don’t worry, babe, we’ll make it back in time!” he reassured her, and she smiled over at him, and then turned to face the window, her eyes shut peacefully. They drove in comfortable silence, and Izuku tried to calm himself, focusing on the road ahead of him and his girlfriend’s steady breathing instead of the nervousness pooling in his stomach rapidly.

He pulled into the parking lot, and gathered his bearings before turning to wake Ochako up. “Hey, ‘Chako, we’re here,” he said softly, gently shaking her shoulder, and smiling warmly at her as she turned to look at him, shaking off her grogginess.

“Okay!” she said, grinning at him and unbuckling, stepping out of the car into the night. Before he opened his door, he checked the pocket of his tux to make sure the ring was still there. He breathed a sigh of relief, and pushed the door open, and shut it after he stepped out of the car. Ochako was standing by the park map, her phone’s flashlight lighting up the sign so she could see.

“You ready babe?” Izuku asked, reaching his hand out to her, and she took it, a smile tugging the corners of her mouth.

“Of course,” she replied, and bumped her shoulder against his. She was barefoot, so he took her down the paved path, heading towards the large lake in the middle. “Wait a minute, isn’t this the park we went to on our first date?”

He smiled, and nodded. He was glad she remembered. The two of them had sat by the lake most of the morning, talking and kissing until they went to grab lunch and eventually go home. That day was one of his favorite memories of her, she had been so happy, and he thought he couldn’t love her anymore than he did in that minute. He was wrong, of course, he loved her more everyday.

Izuku led her to the tree that they’d sat under seven years ago, smiling at her the whole time. She grinned at him, and turned to look out onto the lake, shimmering and sparkling in the moonlight. She was radiant, her eyes bright, her cheek slightly flushed from the chill in the air, her perfectly pinned hair loose from dancing.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” she said quietly, not taking her eyes off the lake, as if she was mesmerized by the beauty of the water.

“You know, I didn’t bring you here for no reason,” he said, slowly turning her to look at him. “Ochako, you have been a constant in my life for so long now, I don’t think I could ever live without you here beside me. I love you, with my whole being, with everything that I have in my heart. You are my sun, you’ve always been there to brighten my day, and I don’t think I could possibly love anything more than I love you.” Her eyes were bright, slowly brimming with tears.

“So,” Izuku continued, slowly sinking down to one knee, pulling the ring box out of his pocket. She gasped, her hands flying to cover her mouth, the tears pooling in her eyes spilling out. “Ochako Uraraka? Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

She stared at him for a few seconds, her hands moving to brush her tears away, revealing her huge grin. “Y-yes! Of course I’ll marry you!” she cried, throwing herself down next to him, and throwing her arms around his neck, sobbing as she pressed her lips to his. “I love you so much!” Izuku pulled back after kissing her back for a moment, and slipped the ring onto her finger, both of their hands trembling. He kissed the back of her hand, and then brushed his thumb across her cheek to catch the tears falling.

“I love you too,” he said, tears running down his own face. They were both grinning widely, overcome with happiness.

“Ah, I can’t wait to tell Tsu and Sora,” Ochako exclaimed, and they both laughed.

“You know, I think we should keep it between us for now,” he said, echoing her words from seven years prior, and she smiled as she realized this. “It makes it more special if we’re the only people that know about it, even if for just a few days, don’t you think?”

“That sounds perfect ‘Zu,” she laughed softly, and laid her head on his shoulder. He kissed her hair, the scent of her perfume filling his nose. Izuku smiled as she scooched herself closer, and he wrapped his arm around her. He was overflowing with love for the woman beside him, it almost felt like he was bursting at the seams.

“What did I ever do to deserve you, love?” he said quietly, looking down at her, and she turned her head to look up at him, her eyes reflecting the love he felt, the light bouncing off the water illuminating her face.

“Everything,” Ochako whispered, and their lips met, and for one never-ending second, Izuku forgot about all of his responsibilities, his job, his friends, and all that he could see or think of was her. She filled all of his senses, and honestly?

He wouldn’t have it any other way. Because he loved her, and he would never stop.

the end

#bnha fanfic #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #my hero academia fanfic #epilogue #midoriya izuku #midoriya izuku x uraraka ochako #uraraka ochako #slow burn

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