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liliesoftherain · 4 years ago

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Still Remember

Pairing: Tenya Iida x Reader, Hinted Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Genre: Angst, Angst to Fluff?, Healing

Summary: You still remember how it all happened.

A/N: Hey guys! This is for my MHA & Readers discord server collab! Hope you enjoy, the prompt was rejection;-;

Masterlist for the works coming out tomorrow!

You still remember how cold it was that evening.

The way your breath made visible as little white puffs, or how the frost clung to the sides of the dorm building. You weren’t wearing the proper jacket to be out in this kind of cold, yet here you were, facing harsh winds instead of being snuggled into your cotton sheets.

You still remember the scolding he gave you.

The way he pursed his lips at the poor excuses that flew from your mouth, how he scolded you for not taking better care of yourself. He brought his hand up, palm open as he lightly tapped your head, faking a chop with a chuckle leaving his lips at your embarrassed expression. He shrugged his sweater off, and you did all you could to fight him on it, but the words failed you as soon as you saw his smile.

You still remember how the polyester felt upon your skin.

The way it engulfed your frame was comforting, the warmth instantly thawing your frozen features. His smell lingered on the fabric, filling your senses, and instantly soothing all of your worries. Iida had grabbed your wrist gently, rolling up the pooling sleeves so they rested above your hands. You blamed the cold for the roses that bloomed along your face.

You still remember how that was the past and how the past meant nothing.

That one moment had taken over your mind, thoughts on a constant loop as you laid awake. Even when asleep, your dreams were taken over by soft smiles and warm zip-up sweaters. However, no matter how much it had meant to you, you were sure it was nothing more than a kind gesture to him.

You still remember every day after.

Iida wasn’t a touchy person, so the little things he did made an impact on you. The way opened your doors, the way he spoke to you with a smile, the way he took it upon himself to make sure you were taken care of, the lingering touches and caring stares had to have meant something to him. It couldn’t have just been a kind gesture, there had to have more meaning behind it. Right?

You still remember the day you confided to someone about your feelings.

Bringing your crush up to Mina was probably not the best idea, not with the way she schemed. Yet you had to get it off your chest, the dam was threatening to burst at any moment you feared, and you’d rather spill the news on your terms rather than through word vomit. She helped you through it all, pushing you in the right direction to get it off your chest and out into the open. Which was what planned to do, the longing glances and minimal conversations weren’t cutting it anymore. You wanted the late-night talks about everything and anything, the company you could provide each other, the warmth of his sweater again.

You still remember the day you decided to risk it all.

You told Mina it was the day, that enough was enough and you had to let him know no matter the outcome. She was ecstatic of course, wishing you all the luck before practically shoving you off to track him down. You wanted until later that day, when most of your classmates were training or in their rooms before the last meal of the day. Iida was on dinner duty, currently alone in the kitchen as he prepared food. Midoriya, who was supposed to be his partner for the night, nowhere in sight. You greeted him casually, heart fluttering at the sight of his smile. A million thoughts passed through your mind, all regarding the brilliant boy in front of you.

You still remember the hurt of his rejection.

As soon as the words slipped from your mouth, the smile you grew to love was instantly gone. As soon as the silence stretched you knew it was all over, and you desperately tried to take back the words you said.

“(l/n)..”

The way he said your name broke your heart, just that one word and that was it. Any hopes of you together were shattered, all you could do was bow your head and mutter a small apology. His hand came out to you, yet he instinctively took it back, only whispering an apology of his own. You step back, unable to look him in the eyes, before turning around. Stepping out of the kitchen was no better, running straight into a chest. You look up to see emeralds full of pity, belonging to none other than Midoriya himself. You bite your lip harshly at the stare, shoving past him as he makes no effort to stop you.

You still remember the tears.

Rushing to Mina’s room that night was the only conclusion you came to, not wanting to be alone. You didn’t bother knocking, and slammed the door open, having startled the occupants inside. Your attention locked on the person you needed most, and you ignored the others who watched as you rushed into her arms. Your cries were soft-- no ugly sobs, no breathless hiccups, just burning tears trailing down your cheeks one by one. Her arms surrounded you, rubbing your back in hopes to soothe you. The tension in the room only grew thicker as a gruff voice spoke out;

“Who the fuck made you cry.”

You still remember her in his sweater.

A week after the incident, you stepped out of the dorms to run. To run from your pain, your feelings, to run from it all. It wasn’t fair he got to walk around as if nothing happened, you were determined to get there too. Just as you finished stretching, you look up and felt yourself freeze. It was spring now, the chilly nights turning more and more comfortable as time went on. A light throw-over was all that was needed, so why was she wearing his sweater now?

The sleeves were rolled up past her hands, just like they were for you. The fabric practically swallowed her frame, just as it did to you. The rubies on her cheeks shone brightly, the pearls of her teeth sparkling just as much. She looked happy.

It hurt, the way the weight on your chest doubled, and you felt the air escape your lungs. She saw you and waved, stopping in front of you to talk. You couldn’t hear the words she spoke, too focused on the way her light brown locks rested along his collar perfectly. Or how the color complimented her large, round eyes. She looked good, in his clothes, and yet all you wanted was to be the one in his sweater.

You excused yourself, leaving with a light jog before sprinting away, running away from the image of her bringing a crisp sleeve up to her dainty mouth--

A mouth you’re sure he’s explored.

Finally, for the first time since it happened, loud and painful sobs escaped your lips.

You still remembered watching them together till the end.

You had finally graduated U.A., going off to an agency had been easy enough. The days were long and challenging, but you lived for the distraction. It was getting better, the pain in your chest growing smaller each day you spent apart from the couple you used to live with. The awkward air between both of you never fully went away, and you lost a once close friend.

Even so, you were learning how to be happy with yourself.. Feeling proud when you have to work alongside one of them, and the squeeze of your heart dulls with each visit.

You still remember waking up and he wasn’t the first thing on your mind.

The day had started like any other, and you almost didn’t notice how your thoughts hadn’t drifted towards the hero. A tear of happiness fell from your eye as you realize, and at that moment you knew it was possible. That it was possible to forget, it was possible to move on, it was possible to love someone other than him.

You still remember loving another.

Finally, your thoughts lingered on the man who only thought of you. Your arms wrapped around a man whose embrace was meant for you. Your eyes trained on the man whose fiery red gaze only sought to find your frame. You felt peace, and you were glad it was him who was there with you every step of the way.

You still remember a lot of things,

and you wish to never forget them. They have made you into who you are today, and without them, you wouldn’t have been able to find the brilliant sun behind the clouds. As you lay in your lover’s warm embrace, you know you would go through the heartbreak all over again just to find him.

In a way, you suppose you were thankfully for Iida’s rejection. Without that, none of this would have happened. He wouldn’t have been with the love of his life, and you wouldn’t have been able to marry yours.

Sometimes fate has a funny way of working; a seemingly never-ending current dragging you to the bottom, trying to drown you in its lies and pain. Only to have you stop struggling and raise you back to the surface, right into the shores of warm beaches and breathtaking sunsets.

You will live to see another beautiful day, as long as you remind yourself the murky waters won’t last forever.

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otaku6337 · 2 years ago

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You Are My Summer (My Warmth And Heart And Calling)

Izuku and Ojiro both wish for their soulmates, for someone who they can learn to love, who they can grow with, who they can be accepted by.

And they do indeed find each other, even if it takes a little while.

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The heat in his chest is heady, almost sickening except it feels like a summer evening and an early autumn sunrise and sitting in front of a wood fire, wrapped up in blankets, all at once, even as he is wracked with shivers. This is his object. His talisman. He knows it with all that he is and has been and ever could be. He knows it with the part of himself that will one day be intertwined with another so wholly and purely that there is no room for doubting their connection, their love, their companionship.

This notebook is his talisman, his tie to his soulmate. Ojiro already adores them with all that he is.

#ojiro/izuku #soulmate #rarepair #ojiro mashirao #midoriya izuku #I wrote this in response to a summer prompt from my friend Vee's art server #ojiro x izuku #soul mates #there aren't enough ojiro/izuku fics so I thought why not #soft izuku #soft ojiro #meet-cute #soft vibes #bnha #one-shot #ao3 link #otaku6337

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pinky-the-elephant-room · 5 years ago

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Passion Week

AN: I wrote this crackish Tamaki smut prompt for @liliesoftherain and I’s server Dessert May prompts. Did anyone ask for this? No. Did I enjoy torturing poor Tamaki? Yes. Did I possibly bully my entire server to do this prompt so I have a reason to write this? Maybe. I haven’t completely edited this yet, will continue to edit it throughout the day. So excuse the typos and point them out in comments if you notice anything.

Warning: Explicit smut involving handjob and a blowjob between Fem Reader and Tamaki.

Read the rest of the prompts: Here

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Tamaki admired Mirio immensely. The thing he admired about him the most, was the fact Mirio was able to approach anyone and befriend them in a couple of minutes. Or at least remain acquaintances and be on friendly terms with them. Unfortunately for Tamaki it was the complete opposite. He could barely utter a few sentences to someone he didn’t know personally. That was the reason he managed to have only one best friend since elementary school. Furthermore, Tamaki didn’t befriend Nejire until high school. It was kind of sad to be honest and he severely wished he could emulate Mirio.

He wanted to be able to chat with his classmates about the newest video game or even about the weather if he could manage it. But Tamaki couldn’t muster the courage, and neither would any of them approach him. Apparently, being one of the big three meant that you were off limits and intimidating. Even though all of them saw him blushing and crouching against the nearest wall, they still stayed away.

However, recently since gaining his courage and fighting villains, gave him the courage to want to change himself. Tamaki was finally going to befriend people. Well, other than Mirio, Neijire, and did Kirishima count?

Tamaki took a deep breath to settle the anxiety bubbling in stomach. Yes, he was going to approach someone first and talk to them! He had even written down a few topics to talk about on his notecard. He was ready to take that step!

Tamaki looked up to see a group of his classmates leaving. Releasing a shuddering breath, he left go of his tight grip on his desk. Showtime.

Tamaki slipped his backpack on and got ready to leave. He followed the group of boys behind them, his plan was to interrupt and ask them if he could join. Being their classmate hopefully they would say yes.

“Uwaa, Ren-kun you bought the newest issue? How was it?” A boy with brown spikey hair named Seiji asked.

“It was really amazing, worth every yen. I had to hide it from my parents, but I managed it.” Ren stated smugly.

All the boys uttered expressions of amazements. “Sugeiii!”

Tamaki from behind wanted to ask what they were talking about as he opened his mouth only to hesitate horribly and squeak.

The boys fortunately didn’t hear that and kept walking.

“I don’t have enough courage to even step in front of the cashier with that!”

Ren put his arm around his friend Seiji. “Don’t worry I gotchu. I’ll let you borrow it!”

Immediately everyone else erupted, asking for Ren to also borrow who only laughed smugly.

The boys walked away in a hurry, leaving behind a terrified and disappointed Tamaki.

He sighed sadly and knew that he would fail eventually, but at least he tried. So, Tamaki trudged home, his failure weighing on him heavily.

The sunny day contrasting tremendously with his current mood, he was about to cross the street when he noticed a bookstore.

The boys were talking about the newest issue, so maybe he could buy and read it! Hopefully finish it by tomorrow and have something to talk about when he got to school.

Feeling much happier about his revised plan, Tamaki strolled in and wandered for a few minutes before he found the manga they were talking about. It was a pink and orange cover with the words “Passion Week” splashed in lime green. That was a weird name for a shounen manga, but Tamaki shrugged. He hadn’t read a manga for a couple years now so maybe that was the trend nowadays?

He waited in line patiently before it was his turn. Stuttering his way through the greeting to the cashier, he quickly put down the manga.

The cashier picked up the merchandise and froze. He eyed Tamaki suspiciously and shot him a judgmental look.

Tamaki blushed heavily and quickly laid down some yen, murmuring for them to keep the change and quickly ran out of the bookstore.

That was weird, he couldn’t help but think. Maybe he looked suspicious or the cashier recognized him as an intern for Fatgum?

Trying not to let it get to him too much otherwise he could spend hours being paranoid about what happened.

Tamaki waited till he got home and settled. Taking care to get undressed and munched on a snack before he grabbed the manga to begin reading. The beginning was pretty soothing, it was a love story between childhood friends. He liked how innocent the vibe was, it kind of felt like a slice of life. Way different than the shounen manga he figured the boys liked. Then a few pages later the vibe started getting different, Tamaki felt his eyebrow furrow. Huh, maybe it was a mix between a mystery and a slice of life? He skipped a few pages to see where the plot was heading and shortly felt his face explode in a plethora of color. Tamaki could feel his eyes swirling and steaming blowing out of his ears.

Oh no. This wasn’t a shounen manga. Or a slice of life. Not even in the slightest. Tamaki squeaked and threw the comic from him as far as humanly possible.

He didn’t know it was possible for girls to put that in their mouths!! Tamaki gulped as he tried to process what his naked eyes had just seen. The manga was porn. His classmates were talking about reading p-o-r-n!!!

No wonder the cashier gave him such a weird look, there was no way he could step into that store ever again! He covered his face with his hands and let out a low groan. He just wanted to befriend his classmates why was this so hard??! Tamaki gave up, he wasn’t going to discuss porn with his classmates even if they became best friends for life. He was satisfied with Mirio who he was sure had never seen a naked girl. Nor did he read porn well as far as Tamaki knew.

He threw a look at the cursed manga he threw across his room. Now what was he doing to do with that?

A week later~

Y/N cheerfully skipped and hummed under her breath as she followed Mirio. The two of them were classmates in Class 3-B and since the first day of class somehow ended up sharing lunch with Nejire-chan and Amajiki-kun.

Today was an especially amazing day because she bought another set of desserts from the foreign bakery that opened up nearby. It was incredible, there were so many Italian sweets, the likes of which she had never seen before. Just yesterday she tried a Panforte and moaned as the nutty and fruity flavor exploded in her mouth. It was destiny! Y/N was in love with the quaint Italian bakery and she made sure to promise herself to pick a different pastry for lunch every day.

Y/N waved at Nejire-chan who was excitedly doing the same, almost falling off the bench in her endeavor.

“Y/N-chan! Did you grab something else today too?” Nejire asked excitedly. Y/N imagined a tail wagging behind her.

She nodded in affirmation and turned to greet the shy, pointy eared boy.

“Amajiki-kun! How are you?” The boy merely turned his head away, blushing deeply as he mumbled a response.

Y/N smiled patiently at him. He had always been like that with her. At first, she thought he hated her, but after talking with both Mirio and Nejire-chan they both reassured her that wasn’t the case and he was merely shy with strangers. So, she let it go and waited enduringly. Y/N hoped one day they could be good friends.

Mirio collapsed next to her and opened his large bento to start wolfing it down.

Y/N opened her own that her oka-san prepared for her and also took out the neatly packed bakery sweets. They were adorably wrapped in bows. Nejire-chan cooed at the sight.

“I bought something called Cannolis today! These are filled with sweet cream and some chocolate chips,” Y/N explained showing the tube-shaped shells.

Neijire was about to take one for herself before her hand got slapped by Y/N.

“Eat your bento first,” she said strictly.

Nejire pouted and settled down the bench before taking up wooden chopsticks and forlornly ate her lunch.

The four of them settled into a comfortable silence with only Mirio eagerly breaking it, talking about his exciting internship with Sir Nighteye.

“He seems strict at first, but really you just need to make him laugh to break the ice is what I told Izuku! I hope Sir Nighteye can see Izuku for who he is soon,” Mirio said.

Y/N nodded absentmindedly, Mirio had told them this story like 10 times this week. It was getting kind of boring, but the trio didn’t have it in them to tell their excited friend the truth.

Soon enough everyone finished their bentos, except for Nejire who set aside the rest of her plain rice, too excited for the dessert.

Y/N passed one to Mirio, who took a huge chomp and with his full, puffy cheeks managed to mumble out a “thanks.” She giggled at her silly friend before offering one to Nejire-chan. And finally, to her shy friend who with rosy cheeks, quickly bowed to her in thanks.

She took one for herself and took a tentative bite. The cream was really sugary, but the doughy bread mixed well, and the chocolate chips provided a slight bitter taste. The heaven in her mouth made her slightly orgasmic as she relished with joy. Y/N took another bite and moaned at the flavors in her mouth. Seriously, that bakery was top notch! She exchanged a delight look with Nejire who also was enthusiastically finishing her own treat, with cream covering the corners of her mouth.

Unknown to either of the girls, Tamaki had frozen in his seat. His hand was suspended in midair as he stared fixedly at Y/N’s face. The moan, the cream, and the flush of her cheeks resembled way too much what he had read in Passion Week! Ever since that awful week, Tamaki noticed things he normally wouldn’t have. Especially things regarding Y/N, like how pouty her lips were or how she seemed to bite her lips often.

Tamaki flushed red as blood flowed down to an entirely inappropriate place. When Y/N let out another girlish sigh, he stiffened and jumped out of his seat. He could no longer hide how excited he was and so he quickly covered his front with his school uniform. Tamaki dashed away from the scene, humiliated beyond belief.

Y/N turned to her friends, who looked just as baffled as her at Amajiki-kun’s behavior.

“The pastry wasn’t that bad was it guys?”

A week later:

Y/N scowled while she stared at the bench. It had been a week since Amajiki-kun last ate with them. Ever since that day where he strangely ran away, Amajiki-kun refused to eat with them. Y/N felt distressed, she didn’t realize how much she would miss her shy friend. His silent but supportive presence was a much-needed reprieve from Mirio and Nejire’s chan hyper and exuberant companies.

Moreover Amajiki-kun interacted with Nejire and Mirio frequently, but he was extensively avoiding Y/N more than he usually did. Sure, he blushed heavily, rarely spoke, and stuttered whenever he attempted to talk to her, but at least he didn’t run away at the sight of her. Y/N didn’t know what she did for him to be so upset at her. Both of her other friends told her to wait it out, they were sure Tamaki would get over whatever that was bothering him. But Y/N wasn’t so sure, she was convinced he hated her. Her lip quivered and she felt the urge to cry.

Y/N jumped when she felt a touch on her shoulder. She turned around to see Nejire-chan looking sympathetically at her.

“if it’s bothering you so much go talk to him!”

“But you said to wait it out,” Y/N said confused.

“I know! But both of you are driving me nuts so go fix it right now,” she said cheerfully.

Y/N smiled wryly at her friend and sighed.

“Fine, I will go. Don’t get your hopes up though. I doubt we will even talk before he runs away again.”

Y/N trudged though U.A. looking for the sight of the pointed ear boy and found him tucked away in the obscure parts on the grounds of U.A.

She approached slowly and quietly, trying not to spook him before they got to talk. He finally noticed her when she stepped in front of him and he peeked at her nervously through his navy hair.

“Hi, Amajiki-kun. Do you mind if we talk? I have something to ask you.”

He shook his head and scooted over so she could sit on the grass next to him.

She began right away, not wasting time. “So, I’ve noticed this past week. You’ve been avoiding us or specifically me. I don’t know what I’ve done to make you upset and I’m really sorry. Please don’t be mad,” she began, her eyes started getting watery, her voice getting more and more emotional.

“I just want to be friends again. I want to eat with you again. Please, come back,” Y/N choked out.

Tamaki jumped hearing the emotional plea, he looked at her in horror. He didn’t want to make her cry! God, he was an awful friend.

“No! I-It wasn’t your fault,” he replied quietly. “It’s mine.” She sniffed and calmed herself.

Y/N looked at him confusingly. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated for a couple of minutes, unable to make up his mind whether to come clean to her.

“I promise I won’t judge. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

He nodded. “I read something that was bad. Now I can’t get it out of my mind, and I see it everywhere. And you eating cannolis reminded me of what I read.”

Y/N cocked her head to the side. “What was so bad about it? And why did cannolis remind you of that?”

Tamaki whimpered as his face became flushed and he buried his face in his hands.

“Because i-it was meant for adults! I didn’t mean to and it was by accident. I bought the wrong book and the character put something in her mouth from the male character. It looked like a cannoli!” he managed to get out between smushing his face in his hands.

Y/N’s face twisted as she tried to decipher his words. What was so bad about a book? Then it hit her. It was for adults and it was shaped like a cannoli which resembled a body part. Oh. Oh.

Her own body started flushing. “You read a hentai??!” she exclaimed.

Tamaki let out a sound that sounded like a dying animal and curled himself even more.

Y/N immediately backpedaled, “noooo! It’s not a bad thing. It’s completely normal to be curious. I’m sure a lot of boys our age do! Heck, I’m pretty sure even girls do so please don’t be embarrassed.”

Tamaki peeked from behind his fingers at her. “Really?”

She eagerly nodded. “You should ask Mirio! I wouldn’t be surprised if he does too!”

Tamaki froze at that statement. Oh god, he never wanted to know if his best friend did.

“So, why did you run away? Even if you read that it doesn’t explain why you’ve been avoiding me!”

Tamaki floundered for a minute, indecisive whether he should admit his guilt. He didn’t want to see Y/N’s lovely face with revulsion on it. Tamaki since he met her, thought she was unbelievably pretty, not like Nejire who was attractive in her own way. But rather beautiful in a way that made his heart pound.

“Because after I saw you, I got too excited. I didn’t want you to be disgusted and hate me,” he whispered, admitting his shame.

Y/N perked up, excited? There was always a part of her that found her friend attractive and cute. She wanted to get to know him better, but it was obvious to her Amajiki-kun didn’t need a girlfriend but rather a friend. So, she shoved that part of her far away and settled for giving him his space. Y/N wanted Amajiki-kun to be comfortable around her and she couldn’t do that if she was always flirting and embarrassing him.

She scooted closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I wouldn’t hate you for something like that. In fact, I have a solution if you’re willing to hear it.”

Tamaki straightened up and removed the hands on his face. She wasn’t mad? She didn’t hate him? Everything about this was way too good to be true.

“A solution? Like what?” he croaked out

She slid her hand from his shoulder all the way to his hand and squeezed it.

“Every time you feel excited, I wouldn’t mind helping you out,” she said softly.

Tamaki shocked beyond his words, could only numbly nod. He let out a squeak when he felt her hands started raking down his chest.

“Relax… Let me take care of you.”

Y/N as she teased her way down his body, felt the muscles underneath his shirt twitch and flex. Meanwhile, she removed his uniform jacket with the other hand. Tamaki felt his breaths get heavy with excitement, his ears and neck both were flushed red. He couldn’t believe what was happening, he honestly thought Y/N wouldn’t speak to him again! Her hands finally made it to his pants, he let out a whine when her hand pulled down the zipper.

Y/N jerked his pants down and dipped her hands to feel his cock. It took a few pumps before the member got engorged with blood, throbbing with heat. Y/N felt herself salivate, he was the perfect size, not too large and not too small. It was too bad Y/N couldn’t just swing her leg over and mount him like she wanted. But perhaps she could find an excuse to get him alone in her dorm room later. Tamaki whimpered with need when he felt her swipe her thumb across his weeping head.

God, he couldn’t do this. Tamaki could feel himself panic, he needed to hide. This was way too embarrassing, he looked side to side trying to find a way to escape. He choked out a groan when Y/N started a fast rhythm, pumping his cock in a way that made him dizzy. Tamaki slumped and rested his forehead on Y/N’s neck.

She could feel his hefty, hot breaths on her skin. The only other sounds that filtered out was the sound of fast, slick skin sliding and the occasional cry that erupted out of Tamaki who couldn’t suppress it any longer. Y/N stiffened when she felt his tongue flick out and accidently lick her neck. Tamaki for his part was trying to maintain composure and nervously licked his dry and chapped lips. She let go of his shaft and spit a wad of saliva on her hand before resuming her fast rhythm.

Tamaki bucked his hips into her hand, a crescendo of wails spewed out of his mouth. His eyes started tearing up, he sobbed out his pleas, asking for what he didn’t know. She could see the telltale signs that he was close, and so she shrugged him off her before bending down low. Tamaki blinked through his wet lashes to see why his safe place was gone, only to clench his eyes shut as he felt a warm and wet tongue close around his cock. Y/N hallowed her cheeks as she sucked the bulbous head and finally felt him explode. He gasped out and writhed in his spot as pleasure coursed throughout his body. His legs shook and his dick gushed out an excess of warm cum.

Y/N kept swallowing in a rush, trying to down the overflow. Still despite her vigilance, some spilled out as he kept cumming. Finally, his member twitched one last time before she licked it clean and straightened up. Y/N wiped the cum on her face before she looked at Tamaki in the eyes and made a show of licking it clean.

“It’s tasty and sweet. You should definitely let me do this more often,” she teased him.

Tamaki felt his eyes widen and became speechless at her cheek.

Y/N helped to tuck himself back in and made him look presentable before standing up and stretching her cramped legs.

“Come on, I think there’s still time to join Nejire-chan and Mirio. Let’s go eat lunch.”

He nodded and put his jacket back on. Just as Y/N was about to turn away, he grabbed the back of her shirt and pulled.

She looked back at him and shot him a questioning look.

“I want you to call me, T-tamaki,” he whispered.

Y/N shot him a warm smile and grabbed his hands.

“Ok, let’s go, Tamaki-kun”

Mirio and Nejire both exchanged a look of glee when they saw their friends finally return with their hands interlocked and happiness prominent on their faces.

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raekahwritings · 5 years ago

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Take one more step for love.

Pairing: Shindo Yo x Reader Rating: Mature/Explicit Warning: Smut, Possessive, Crying, Insecurities, Not-quite-yandere but possibly interpreted. A/N: @bnhabookclub, N*FW Prompt for "Do as you're told." and College AU. I crunched this out because inspiration hit but it’s not beta-read so forgive me if it seems rushed.

Summary: You keep hiding away from Shindo, trying not to inconvenience him as his girlfriend. You need to learn that love is about sharing the good and bad-- but you don’t know how to change and let go of your insecurities. Maybe just start with Shindo’s simple advice, "Do as you're told."

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Shindou didn’t like that you were crying. You had climbed out of bed, quietly sneaking out to the couch in a pitiful attempt to leave him sleeping—he was a goddamn pro-hero, you couldn’t sneak out even if you wanted to. And here you were, almost unable to breathe because you were so stressed from college and work. He was your boyfriend but you still avoided showing this side of yourself to him.

Shindo stared from the door, watching you as you tried to calm yourself. Watching you shove the tears away and desperately trying to stay quiet. You were crying and it wasn’t because of him.

He hated it.

Shindou knew best what you needed—so he approached you from behind, wrapping his arm around your neck and startling you.

“Yo!” You took a surprised breath, trying to stifle your uneven breathing. It seemed you could never get the better of him, awake or asleep. “You have a busy day tomorrow—you should be asleep.” You tried to steady your voice. You didn’t want your boyfriend to think of you as weak, not when Shindo was such an amazing pro-hero. He has probably dealt with more than you ever could… and here you were, pathetically beaten by something so trivial.

“I can’t sleep if I know you’re crying.” Shindo nuzzled into your neck and squeezed you placatingly. You tried to crane your head to see him, trying to paste a smile on your face.

“I’m fine. It’s nothing to worry about.” Shindo’s arms tightened a little bit, maybe uncomfortably so. Because he knew there was some part of you that was still closed off to him. A part of you that tried to throw up a façade—a part that still thought he would leave you.

Baby, it’s never gonna happen. He had told you as much but each time, you had somehow laughed it away and changed the subject. He could see it when you had dismissed his notion of living together, joking about leaving him an escape route, and every time you wistfully left his apartment. It was time to show you that you were his, and he wasn’t going to let you go.

“Y/N, come back to bed.” He tried to cajole you but you squeezed out of his arms, turning away from him as you gathered and tried to compose yourself.

You couldn’t be the one to hold him back. There was some huge hero operation tomorrow and you would just be a hindrance. Even more so because he needed to be on top of his game. He would meet all the accomplished and incredible heroes whereas you were a failure at college. Why is he together with me when there’s so much better people?

You pushed past him to head to the bathroom, stifling back another sob at the thought—you could hide away in the bathroom and let him get some sleep. He doesn’t need to know how stupid I am. “Just go on ahead.” You side-stepped but the brunette blocked you in. “Yo?” You lifted your face, seeing a stormy expression on your boyfriend’s face.

Shindou thought he was calm. He thought he was controlled. Right up until the moment you had tried to push him away. He didn’t know what you were thinking but he had tried to play nice-guy and you had rejected him. Fuck being ‘kind’ and ‘soothing’.

“Y/N, you’re coming to bed and you’re going to stay there.” Shindo put a hand on your back to lead you back; it seemed gentle but you could feel the thrumming of unusual tension in his solid frame. You were confused but let him lead you.

Shindo locked the door behind you, the ‘click’ seemingly absurdly loud as tension rose higher. Your tired eyes tried to track your boyfriend but he dissipated in and out of the darkness—you could hear the sounds of him rummaging in a shelf before laying a gentle kiss on your lips.

Or were you wrong? Shindo deepened the kiss, drawing it out and refusing to let you have air when you tried to pull away. “Hnngh!” When you squirmed against him, your hands pushed a little frantically against his chest. Only then did he let you have a second to breathe. “Yo.” You gasped out but he forced you to fall back onto the bed. His broad arms caged you in as he took in your tear-stained face.

“Y/N, baby. I told you that I want to know everything about you.” He trailed his hand down your arms, glowering at you from above. Shindo liked seeing you below him, trapped in this bed, controlling you. It was a thin line he treaded; he wanted to keep you locked away in safety but at the same time, wanted to show you to the world as his. He trapped your wrists in a possessive manner.

“That means, you don’t get to run away to cry on your own.” He leaned down to lick the salty trails—“It means you get to stay here, tell me about yourself and let me fuck all your stress away.” Shindo needed you to know that you couldn’t just hide the worst of yourself, that his feelings went so far beyond simple desire, past mindless fucking. You didn’t get to decide what was convenient for him, you didn’t set the boundaries here. Love was about jumping all in.

You gave a watery laugh despite everything. “Why is that you can read me Shindo? I thought I was doing a good job.” Shindo smirked at that.

“Babe, you can fool everyone else but not me.” You supposed that was a compliment from Shindo—he was one of the most cunning people you knew. Cunning, manipulative, deceptive to most—but brutally honest when it came to the people he loved and cared about.

Love.

You didn’t know what it was like to love wholly. To cry on somebody’s shoulder, to have them stay beyond the insecurities, beyond the arguments, and not have them leave. “I don’t know what I can do to change.” You shook your head, a little desperately and panicked because what If you lost him?

“Baby.” Shindo cooed, letting his burgeoning erection grind against your own panties. “Start with this. You do as you’re told.” You couldn’t help but start to move in rhythm with him, giving a bit of a breathless moan. “And that means, you get to let me fuck you until you can’t think of anything but me. I heard it’s good stress relief.” He slid his hand down your hips, down to your thighs and savoring the feeling of your plush softness.

You writhed beneath him, hoping he would do a little more.But Shindo just pulled away and tutted at your impatience. He drew back, pulling something from his pocket.

“Do you trust me?” Shindo gave you a questioning look. You nodded—knowing Shindo would never truly hurt you. He reached behind his back, then looped a cloth over your eyes and tied it. “Baby, then you’re gonna lie there. You can’t move, you can’t run because you’re embarrassed alright?” You inched your thighs closer…. What did that mean? What did he have planned?

“Oh, don’t worry. You can use our little safe word if it gets too much but until then, I want you to let me pamper and spoil you.” You were a little relieved.

Then his next words had you taut. “Until then... You’re gonna let me eat you out until you’re crying and begging me to stop. Then when I get my fill—I’ll show you how beautiful you are, your cunt and ass open to my grand cock. You’re going to be crying for a whole different reason.”

You blindly reached up for your possessive lover—trying to believe in him, wanting him to break apart this insecurity within you apart and to rebuild yourself so you could wholly commit to this relationship— “That’s a grand statement huh?” You locked your legs around his hips, feeling his heated promise against your aching, throbbing core.

Shindo hummed. “Go big, or go home right? In this case, you’re right where you need to be. Just let me love you.”

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chubbyghostt · 4 years ago

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sunnieskies02 · 4 years ago

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Why?

So....this one hut me a lot. This month’s collab was rejection and as much as I stan Kirishima....a baby has to go through rejection to grow. This one is angsty and heart wrenching and if you want to read more of these rejection stores go to @liliesoftherain for more tears and heart ache!!!!

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Why?

What made him so lovable to the point that he was only lovable as a best friend.

He was their for them whenever he called. When the needed food in the middle of the night. He was there, Whenever they wanted someone to talk to and let steam off, he was there. Whenever the needed someone to comfort them and cuddle them he was there. He cared more about them than he did himself. Every morning like clock work he would wake up at seven and send them a long good morning text outline their beauty inside and out giving them their daily dose of self confidence. Kirishima’s day would be filled with joy as the though of spending the day with them. As minutes turned into hours and hours turned into days, Kirishima’s heart slowly swelled with the thought of loving them but would deflate defeated like a balloon whenever they called him their best friend.

For the longest Kirishima tried and tried to push himself out of the friend zone and into the best friends to lovers zone but it never happened.

Why?

Why was it that they were always on his mind at the fore front. An obstacle the he couldn’t knock down, jump over or push. Smack between this eyes was y/n.

Could they not see him in the same light? Were they unable to see the beauty the they held in their e/c eyes and their h/c hair that he saw. The plump lips that fit onto their face, and their cute small nose that always crinkled up when ever he complimented them. The sugary sweet laugh that fell up and out of their throat and into the air that they shared, or that heart stopping smile that he could never get enough of why.

He wore his heart on his sleeve whenever they were around. Sitting with them, comforting them, laughing with them sparring with them. every waking moment he spent it at their side whenever the did or didn’t need him. He wanted them to notice his efforts, give him just a sign that he meant something more than a best friend. The heart he wore on his sleeve always felt pierced by their words whenever best friend rolled out of their mouth. He hated that he only made it to the status of best friend and not boyfriend, best friend was always the first in the alphabet before boyfriend and he would have to write out every letter until he got to boyfriend. But he knew that by the time he finally reach the cusp of the letters bo, y/n would have found someone.

he would grit his teeth in pain at the fact that he knew that he wouldn’t have a chance but still tried to hold onto something with them. He would speak to them more than he would. He would confide in them ore and made themselves more emotionally available. He would always be there, waiting there like a ‘simp’ as Denki and Sero would call him.

But he did it out of love.

Why.

Why did he go out of his way to ask them to the cherry tree behind the school on that day his heart fluttered in his chest at the thought of his confession. He thought long and hard about how he wanted to reveal his love to them. Why did he have to leave a huge bouquet of flowers on their desk and a small note with their favorite chocolate like that was going to do something about it and make the confession easier.

Why did he wait there as the petals fall and tickle his nose with the butterflies feel his stomach. He heard the crunching of the grass behind him and he turned to them his toothy smile comes across his face and they giggled stiffly as they walked closer to him. Fuck....this was not gonna go well. As he stood under the looming tree, he closed his eyes and let his heart do the talking for him. He continued to talk and talk but was brought to breath taking halt. Fear ran over his body like a cold shower as he slowly rose up from his 90 degree angle.

His breath is hitched in his throat and a heavy feeling drops to his stomach as he hears those heartbreaking 8 words. “I-Im sorry Kirishima b-but I like someone else.” With his heart shattering into a million pieces he give off a sweet smile and says “D-don’t worry about it. I-ill be okay.” He watches their figure walk away into the sunset. His breathing started to stagger and he slowly felt hot tears roll down his manly cheeks at the feeling of rejection. He was quick to wipe his tears away trying to hid the fact that his crush rejected him. Despite his heart being split in two he vowed to stay the same with them and he decided to tuck his feeling into the recess of his mind and stll be their b-best friend.

WHY?!

Kirishima never knew how much love could truly hurt, he knew one that day that his crush had a crush on some one else but didn’t think it would be him. Even though they were best friend he always felt inferior to him in every aspect possible, his demeanor, his quirk even to his looks. He was always second best and some times even third best. A new feeling bubbled in his chest as he found uot that the rumors were true. Jealously. was he not mean enough? Was he not closed off and mysterious enough as him? Did he not have the same menacing glare that adored his face? Was he not smart enough? Was he not strong enough? Was he not the nicest, the sweetest and the person who was there for them all the time. Despite all these questions there was one he didn’t want to ask himself

“Was he not good enough?”

Wanting to be the bigger person he pushed his anger and jealousy down to the pits of his stomach for him to digest them and be happy for them. He didn’t let them know that he found out through the grape vine and that they neglected to tell him. He wore a mask that he wore to hid his insecurities and his pain to make sure that they were happy before he was and all of the above.

However, every night he cried and curled into himself at the thought of wishing that he was in their arms cuddling with them and kissing their plump lips and holding them close.

Why did he always have to be the last one in the race...

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fizzypunks · 4 years ago

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its a date but its not a date

fandom: My Hero Academia/ Boku No Hero Academia word count: 3.8k/oneshot rating: t summary: hizashi takes shouta to a little festival and insists its not a date... just pure fluff bc <3

ship: Aizawa Shouta/ Hizashi Yamada | Erasermic

note: this reads better in AO3 because it keeps formatting for italics, which tumblr does not!

AO3

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Yamada Hizashi wasn’t a timid person – it wasn’t even a quirk thing, it was just his nature, and it was something he was proud of. Sure, he’d been called loud and obnoxious, and some have been less than kind about his quirk when it’s gotten out of control. His quirk control wasn’t great for a very long time, but none of what he’d been called or heard had really changed the way he carries himself, and that includes his extroverted nature.

He was, however, a panicked person, when it came to matters of interest .

Love.

Whatever .

And, because love was the one thing that made him think twice about what he says, what he does or doesn’t do, that has landed him in the exact predicament that he’s facing right now.

Hizashi tapped his pen against his essay, the half filled pages of his stationary blurring together into a mass of lines and half-assed penmanship. He’d been staring at it for the past five minutes, when he’d given up on trying to ignore his annoying problem.

Shouta .

It’s been getting harder to ignore the stupid pull of something he’s recently identified as yearning that comes every time he thinks of his best friend. Stronger than any hurricane gale, it pulls in every thought he has until there are no more to be had. Just Shouta, and his messy hair, and the eyes he thinks are pretty despite always being so blood-shot.

Hizashi groans, faintly feeling heat spill across his cheeks. “God, why must I be so fucked?”

It’s not like he’s even asking him out on a date – no, he’s not bold enough to do that in their last year and semester of school– there’s no need for distractions like that right now, whatever outcome may or may not come from it…. no, he’s just asking to take Shouta to the Autumn festival at the park, because Shouta should do something fun and get out of his room and not explode from stress.

The poor guy has been spending all his time studying and stressing and sleeping even less , so of course Hizashi would want to help his friend out and get him to relax.

Yeah, that’s what it was – one friend asking another friend out because stress is bad.

That doesn’t change the nervous skip in his heart right now, as he sits at his desk and thinks about…

Hizashi groans again, tipping back in his chair and hooking his foot against the back of his desk so that he’s less likely to tumble. Theoretically, at least.

Why does it feel so significant right now? He’d asked Shouta to do countless things with him! He’d gotten him to agree to go to the movies a bunch of times, and to a party or two, and, most recently, he’d even been able to rope him into going to a karaoke club! He didn’t sing, they left earlier than he’d planned, but Shouta had fun!

Hizashi narrowed his eyes at the white ceiling and the ceiling fan that whirled past his vision, playing with the very edge of the wooden panel that kept him from tumbling onto his carpet.

This wasn’t supposed to mean anything, but somehow it did.

It felt like a declaration, no matter how he phrased it in his head, and he doesn’t understand the logic behind it.

Fine. Whatever! I’ll just ask, and be blunt, and do it right before I leave so there’s no room for thinking, and it’ll be okay!

Something like, “Hey, Shouta, let’s go to this festival! It’ll be so much fun! PLUS, I think you’ll look cute sharing cocoa with me!”

Hizashi’s eyes widened, his foot slipped in that one moment of lost focus, and he fell –

“ Fuck!”

It was a little too loud, bordering on quirk use, but he had other problems to think about beside that .

He rubbed the back of his head.

“Man…”

If he can’t even imagine it the right way… how was he supposed to actually ask? It would be pretty stupid to try when he knew he could act a little too carelessly and, potentially, damage the good friendship they had going on.It was probably better left un-asked.

Unsaid, un-asked, and out of mind.

It was most certainly not out of mind, that is clear.

Shouta is sitting across from him, half-mast eyes scanning the copy of his English text book in a way that looked a lot more performative than informative. Their booth was tucked more toward the back of the cafe, and it would normally be a bit more secluded and quiet, but midterms brought students from the woodwork and into any coffee-scented establishment, which their happened to be.

What great luck.

All around them was the sound of machines grinding coffee, books being shifted around, and light conversation in between bouts of half-silences – and a heavy vale of constant movement that proved to be less than ideal for studying, despite all the students trying to do just that .

It was to be expected this time of year, but it was still enough to bother Shouta. He concentrated better with silence, and he happened to be struggling a lot more on English than he does on his other subjects.

Hizashi, thankfully, understood the material enough for the both of them and then some, and already finished his homework – the papers in front of him were notes, ready to be explained the moment Shouta needed it, with hand-writing that was still pretty bad but…

For Shouta, he’d made an effort. The result was somewhat-legible scribbles lining the papers, and when he referenced it, Shouta didn’t have to ask too many questions about, “what is this right here?”

“I’m not going to pass.”

Hizashi turned his eyes to Shouta, like he hadn’t been trying to find a reason to look at him longer. He was wearing a big, thick red scarf, which his hair was somewhat tucked into. He didn’t look up, he just kept his eyes on his text book. His irises weren’t moving on the page.

“Oh man, don’t say that! How’d you think you’re gonna pass if you don’t believe in yourself?”

“It’s because I don’t believe in myself.”

Hizashi grabbed his warm cocoa and took a sip, if only to busy his hands with something . “Shouta! I don’t like this type of negativity!”

“Well, you’ve chosen the wrong friendship then.”

“Or, maybe, the right one!”

Shouta looked up, and Hizashi held his gaze. His eyes had been given a break over the past few days of written work, so the redness that often lined them was almost completely gone.

His skin looked soft too…

His hair, it was fluffy and cute, also..

“Hizashi?”

He’d been staring and not talking and he leaned back into his seat like a magnet to metal. He started laughing, holding his drink up to his face. “Well, maybe I can cheer you up! What are friends for, right? And maybe it will turn that attitude around, ya think?”

“You’re not making any sense?”

Hizashi hated that it was true but there’s no going back now – his mouth was ten steps ahead of him anyway, and not even he could stop it.

He smiled widely at Shouta. “I mean, maybe I’m here to make sure you don’t stress yourself out so much! You always do so much but never check yourself, and I’m here to fix that!”

Shouta huffed, head bobbing just a bit. Then he smirked and Hizashi had to concentrate on his breathing. “And how do you propose you’d do that?”

Oh, it was so easy – this was the opportunity the gods gave him after seeing him fall on his ass just a few days before.

Hizashi leaned forward, and set his elbows down on his notes, a hot cocoa between them. “One word. Festival .”

Shouta’s eyebrows quirked down just a bit, and he tilted his head to the side, his hair tilting with him. “Festival?”

“What do ya say? The park next to my neighborhood has one this weekend, and it’s free, and there’s food, and I really wanna go!”

Hizashi grew pink at the admission, fought against the urge to cover his mouth, but Shouta didn’t comment.

Then, a little surprisingly, instead of arguing or finding reasons why it wasn’t logical to take time away from studies so close to exams, he gave him a smile.

A small, intentional, Shouta smile. “Sure.”

Hizashi tried to not sound over-enthused – just nodded his head and almost squeezed his cup too hard. “Yes! I finally got you to agree to do something!”

“You always get me to do things.”

“Yes, and I did it again!”

Shouta rolled his eyes, and turned his attention back down to the English he’d never really understand.

Hizashi was certain he looked fine. He wasn’t sure if it was great , but it was probably fine, and whatever.

Beside, had many other things to worry about, that were a lot more important than whether or not his shirt matched his shoes. Like, for one, how he still couldn’t quite shake the feeling of significance .

It was back, that nagging intrusion into his thoughts that insisted that something was supposed to be different this time. As he looked over his outfit in his body mirror, pulling over his heavy, long jacket, he had to remind himself that there was nothing different about today. Even if he really, in his heart, wanted there to be something different.

Huh.

So maybe the difference was the amount of yearning – Hizashi sighed, thinking about his feelings last year and comparing them to now.

He huffed, a huge sigh finally making itself known.

Yeah, the feelings he had now were bigger and grander than they’d been last year and they threatened to take over his life if he let them…

Hizashi sighed, rubbed his hands over his face, and pushed his hair back only to reveal his pink, flustered expression to its fullest.

“Sweet lord, have mercy on me! I am an idiot with a crush!”

He collapsed onto his bed and waited out the last of the thirty minutes before Shouta was going to arrive at his door.

Shouta knocked, and Hizashi was already ready – his heart doing flips like he’d never experienced, but oddly enough, it didn’t feel bad. It felt exciting, and loving, and when he opened the door to the crisp autumn air, it felt like home .

Stop that!

Shouta, for all his questionable outfits, looked nice . And he always looked nice, but now he was wearing black boots, and brown khakis that somehow sort of matched Hizashi’s own, and a black tee underneath a black jacket.

He never went anywhere in the cold without a scarf, either, and today was no exception. A red variety was ceremoniously draped around his neck, loose enough to not be covering his face.

Hizashi tried not to beam, but felt the shape his eyes took at the other and knew it wasn’t working. “Ready?!” He asked, a little too loud.

“Yes… you said it was close, right? At the park?”

Hizashi nodded, stepping out and slipping his hand into a pocket to make sure he had his keys and wallet. Confirming quickly, he shut the door behind him, again, with a little too much enthusiasm.

He was buzzing . Some type of energy that he normally had built up in him, that he normally kept pretty good reins on, was taking over –

He was so excited, but, even more – he was just happy .

He looked to Shouta, and smiled, and then led the way down his steps and onto the quiet street. The sky was clear, save for some cloud further down on the horizon. The trees were starting to make themselves barren, and the smell of wood burning fires started to break out as soon as the sun hit its peak.

The neighborhood, secluded and at peace, was quiet, and Shouta walked beside him in comfort.

Hizashi never struggled to say anything, and now is no different – except it is, when he thinks he’ll say something dumb like “hey i like you so much, you make my world right, also I love you. ”

He can’t say that.

But he really, really wants to.

He’s wanted to for years, and he’s almost said it more than once, and now he’s let the silence build around them…

Shouta often takes mercy on him, and so he did it again this time. Their pace was slow and there was a little bit of space between them, and he sighs. “This is really nice.”

Hizashi smiles, keeps his eyes on the road as it winds forward. “I’m glad you think so! We’ve stressed so much, it’s a good weekend getaway, don’t you think?”

Shouta laughs – it’s more of a chuckle, but it’s a laugh where Shouta is concerned. “Yeah, you’re right. I needed this, a lot, I think…”

They reach the corner, looking for cars that weren’t coming. The crest of trees a few blocks ahead could be seen above rooftops, and that’s where Hizashi fixes his gaze. “Me too,” he says softly, and leaves it at that because he’s always on the verge of too many words.

“You seem really… energized.”

Hizashi fumbles with his hands, pretending to warm them up and not like he’s nervous. “When am I not!”

Shouta hums, and it’s so deep and close that it makes Hizashi wish he could just…

But then Shouta reaches out, and grabs at the hands Hizashi is cradling in front of him, blunt and to the point. He takes Hizashi’s left hand and slots their fingers together in his right, and Hizashi knows he can feel the clamminess…

He looks back, sputtering, his heart erratic, “Shou – wha– I’m –”

Does he know this is messing with me?

And Shouta, in that calm, stupid way he always carries himself, smiles. “Maybe that’s what I’m here for.”

He squeezes their hands, and Hizashi must look confused because Shouta laughs.

“You always try to bring me up, so I think I can help bring you calm… You seem nervous, so,” he looked at their hands, swung them just a bit for emphasis. “Calm.”

Hizashi feels every bit of himself crumble, falls away like a cliff against a storm, and smiles because it’s all he can do. He blushes and he can feel how it spreads, and he doesn’t say anything because every sentence ends in I love you .

The festival was a pleasant and home-y affair, and after they’d gotten there, they’d learned that it was quite bigger than either of them anticipated. Though it was still a neighborhood one, hosted by the local families and park itself, it was still filled to every corner.

They’d gotten there during the peak of the sun, but it quickly descended as they wove in and out of the scattered foot traffic. The air was crisper where the lake sat in the center of the park, and the trees casted half shadows around the food and merchant vendors.

They were walking around for less than an hour before the lanterns and torches were starting to light around them.

Shouta still held Hizashi’s hand, and once he’d accepted the lovely fact, he’d loosened up enough to feel like his mouth wasn’t going to get him into trouble.

“Wow! Shou! Look!” He pointed out, across the deep blue lake, to the hovering lights that surrounded it.

Shouta hummed warmly. “It looks very nice.”

Hizashi was still smiling, still enamored by the lights as they floated out across his vision – the way the cool air from the dipping sun brushed against his skin and somehow made all the warmth in him that much warmer.

He quickly cast his eyes down to Shouta, and found him looking at him.

Hizashi’s ears burned and he looked away really fast, heart thumping deep in the cage of his chest.

Oh don’t you dare say it. Don’t you DARE.

“Um…” He said softly, intentionally because otherwise his quirk might get the best of him – he didn’t know if he was embarrassed by his enthusiasm, or by the way Shouta was watching him, but it all went away when Shouta tugged them along the side of the lake.

It’s a few more moments before Hizashi gathers up the right words to say – the ones that aren’t gushy and filled with emotions he’s certain Shouta wouldn’t reflect.

“So!” He starts, looking around now that they were near the cluster of food stands. The air was filled with burning wood, meat, sauce, alive with the sound of simmering and laughter. “Want food? My treat! We can’t walk away without trying everything at least once!”

“I didn’t know you were rich enough to do that.”

Hizashi chuckled. “I’m serious, though. Whatever you want!”

Hizashi ignored the eyes tilted his way, right before leading off to Hizashi’s right. Hizashi turns around enough to look at the little stand and it’s cloth menu.

It was a takoyaki shop, with different bao, and there was no line.

Hizashi smiled, and it was his turn to tug Shouta forward. He couldn’t really look at him, not just yet any way, but he could hear the light lilt in his voice when he ordered from the kind eyed older man at the register. Hizashi made his order quickly, and paid, and they walked away with various stacks of food.

It wasn’t even a question where they’d go, and they found a spot under a tree to sit with their food.

The grass was cut, and the little hill they sat on overlooked a great deal of the sprawling festival that surrounded them. Up here, the voices that surrounded them, the chatter, the laughter that Hizashi was not interested in, was duller – muted, and when Shouta hummed in hungry appreciation at his bao, it made his heart ache all the more.

He snuck a look to his right, graced by the mercy of Shouta closing his eyes. He’d just taken a bite, had unravelled most of his scarf to do so, and was now enjoying it for all it’s worth.

Hizashi’s eyes softened at the sight.

God.

And Shouta opened his eyes, in his direction like he just knew.

Hizashi looked down and took his bao. “This looks good! I should eat like this more.”

“You should take me to more festivals, too.”

Hizashi choked a bit – he recovered fast, and cast a glance toward Shouta. “Sure thing!”

This feeling...

Maybe this is what he had been feeling – the lead up to whatever moment this was. The way Shouta really took the time to look at him, not through him. Like he was paying attention.

Maybe…

Hizashi held his oversized bao in both hands and looked forward. It suddenly didn’t feel like such a bad idea to speak. To say whatever it was that he was going to say, because for Shouta, it would always be okay…

Didn’t make him feel any more at ease, not with the stupid thought in his head that maybe he was misreading whatever today was. Who knows, maybe Shouta always paid attention to him like this? And sure, the hands thing… that was new, but maybe Shouta just really likes holding hands but he needs to be comfortable with the person, and now after three years he’s finally comfortable with Hizashi?

If you’re gonna say something…

“Hey,” he started.

Say it now.

“I’m having a really good time.”

He doesn’t take his wide, blown-out eyes from the festival. It was dark enough that every lantern stood out like little stars, and the breeze was so nice…

“If you want… we can, um, do this again. I’ll find another festival, but I can’t guarantee it’ll be free this time, but I’ll try! And I’ll see if I can sneak in some home made food too so we can spend more money on like, cute stuff from the merchants. I saw this plush down there, actually, and it was a cat , so maybe –”

No, Hizashi wasn’t a timid person – but, still , it was probably for the best that Shouta was the first one to move. He grabbed Hizashi’s hand, urging it away from the bao so that he could hold it again.

He’d pulled his attention to the forefront, and his eyes to finally meet his, and he realized that Shouta had moved so much closer…

The dark of his eyes was so close, and he was smiling …

“You talk a lot when you’re nervous.”

There wasn’t a way to hide the flush, so Hizashi looked down, feeling too open. “I’m sorry…”

He couldn’t see his eyes, but he could see his smile. “I like it, though.”

“What about if I say I like you... Will you still like it?”

Please…!

Shouta didn’t leave him any time to doubt.

“It makes it a lot easier… for me to say I like you, too… yeah, I’d like it…”

Hizashi’s entire body was fireworks – explosions and exclamations and that same buzzing energy that gripped him every time he thought of Shouta. He grinned, and looked up to see Shouta was just as embarrassed and flustered as he was.

He’d normally have to look away, but he assumed he had permission now, and…

God you’re so pretty…

His eyes, his eyelashes, the way his eyes bend against his smile and how he’d never seen him smile like this before…

Hizashi abandoned the bao in his lap and pushed away the hair that framed his face, slowly, not sure if it was too much to hold his face –

“I’m – I’m sorry, can I?”

Shouta nodded. “And you can kiss me too, in case you weren’t sure…”

That was all the reason he needed.

He’d had so many reasons, so many countless reasons he loved him...

He cupped his jaw, still acutely aware of the way Shouta was still holding on to his hand in the grass –

It was cold, that was true, but right now he was warm with nerves and excitement and love , and he leaned in –

His breath, so warm –

His lips, so soft –

And neither of them were particularly experienced or daring, so after a few seconds when he finally parted their lips just a bit, they pulled away, just enough to speak.

“Mmm, you taste like bao,” he said, and then wished someone was there in his brain to stop whatever dumb shit was trying to get out.

Shouta just laughed. “So do you.”

The rest of their night was spent on that hill, kissing and talking and, eventually, finishing their food. When they finally left, Hizashi found that plush cat at the vendor near the entrance of the park and gave it to Shouta. Shouta blushed, and Hizashi glowed with comfortable warmth, glad that he can now get cute things for his boyfriend.

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