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kenzdolls · 19 days ago

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GENTLE HANDS . 1.4k

⌗ synopsis: after another rough patrol leaves eraserhead injured, he finds himself in the UA infirmary once again under your gentle care.

⌗ pairing: shota aizawa x assistant nurse!reader

⌗ anon request: “hi!! i was curious if you could write a one-shot of shota aizawa x coworker/nurse!reader, where she helps with recovery girl and looks after him when he gets hurt after patrols or any other scenarios you can think of? i feel like he would be so sweet and really admire her for how dedicated she is to healing and taking care of him when he’s most vulnerable, putting his trust in her (T ^ T) also, it’s up to you if you’d like to include a healing quirk or not :3 thanks a bunch, i hope you have a good day!! <3”

⌗ a/n: tysm for requesting this!! sry for this not being my best post with my usual style of writing, I was kinda rushing..

the infirmary was quiet at 2:47 am, save for the soft hum of medical equipment and your pen scratching against clipboard paper. you'd grown accustomed to these late-night shifts, especially since recovery girl had begun relying on you more heavily. your healing quirk wasn't as powerful as hers—you couldn't instantly mend bones or close wounds—but you could accelerate the body's natural healing process and, more importantly, ease pain with just a touch.

the infirmary door creaked open, and you didn't need to look up to know who it was. the familiar shuffle of tired feet, the quiet grunt of someone trying not to show how much they were hurting—shota aizawa had a particular way of entering your domain.

"rough patrol?" you asked softly, finally glancing up from your paperwork.

aizawa stood in the doorway, his hero costume torn at the shoulder, a dark stain spreading across the fabric. his usually neat hair was even more disheveled than usual, and you could see the exhaustion weighing on his shoulders like a physical burden.

"nothing i can't handle," he muttered, but the way he favored his left side told a different story.

you set down your pen and stood, moving toward him with practiced ease. "that's what you said last week when you had three cracked ribs."

"they healed fine."

"because you let me help." you gestured toward the examination bed. "come on, aizawa. you know the routine by now."

he hesitated for a moment—he always did—before slowly making his way to the bed. trust didn't come easily to shota aizawa, but over the months you'd been working together, you'd noticed the walls coming down brick by brick.

"what happened this time?" you asked, washing your hands at the small sink.

"villain with a concrete manipulation quirk. got caught between a rock and a hard place, literally." he winced as he tried to remove his capture weapon. "building came down faster than i anticipated."

you moved to help him, your fingers gentle as you unwound the familiar gray fabric. "and you threw yourself in harm's way to protect civilians, didn't you?"

"it's my job."

"your job is to stop villains, not be a human shield." you set his capture weapon aside carefully—you knew how much it meant to him. "though i suppose that's part of what makes you a good hero."

aizawa's dark eyes met yours briefly before looking away. compliments always seemed to make him uncomfortable, but you'd noticed he never contradicted you anymore when you spoke about his heroic nature.

"let me see," you said softly, your hands hovering over his torn costume.

he nodded, and you began to carefully peel away the damaged fabric. the injury was worse than he'd let on—a deep gash across his shoulder blade, surrounded by angry bruises that would bloom darker by morning.

"aizawa," you breathed, concern evident in your voice.

"i've had worse."

"that doesn't make this better." you moved to gather supplies, your movements efficient but unhurried. "you need to stop downplaying your injuries. what if this had been infected? what if—"

"but it's not." his voice was quiet, almost gentle. "because you're here."

the simple statement made your heart skip, but you focused on preparing the antiseptic. "i won't always be here for every patrol, every fight."

"i know." there was something in his voice, a vulnerability he rarely showed. "i just... i've gotten used to having someone who cares whether i make it back in one piece."

you paused in your preparations, looking at him over your shoulder. "aizawa..."

"i know it's your job," he continued, staring down at his hands. "but it doesn't feel like just a job when you're the one doing it."

your chest tightened at his words. over the past year, what had started as professional care had evolved into something deeper. the way he trusted you with his pain, the way he actually listened when you scolded him about taking better care of himself, the way he sometimes fell asleep during treatments and you'd find yourself watching the peaceful expression on his usually guarded face.

"it's not just a job," you admitted quietly, returning to his side with the medical supplies. "not anymore."

he looked up at you then, really looked, and you saw something shift in his expression.

"this might sting," you warned, gently cleaning the wound.

he barely flinched, too used to pain, but when you placed your palm against his uninjured shoulder and activated your quirk, you felt him relax under your touch. the soft, warm energy flowed between you, not enough to heal him completely, but enough to ease the worst of his pain and kick-start his recovery.

"better?" you asked.

"always is, with you."

you began stitching the deeper part of the cut, your movements careful and precise. aizawa watched you work, and you could feel the weight of his gaze.

"you're different when you're working," he observed quietly.

"different how?"

"confident. sure of yourself. it's... attractive."

you nearly dropped your needle. "aizawa—"

"shota," he corrected. "i think we're past formalities."

your hands stilled for a moment. "shota, then."

"i've been thinking," he continued, his voice low and thoughtful. "about what you said. about not always being here."

"it's just the reality of—"

"i don't want there to be a time when you're not here." the words came out in a rush, as if he'd been holding them back for too long. "not just as my healer. as... more."

you finished the last stitch, your hands trembling slightly. "what are you saying?"

"i'm saying that somewhere between the first time you scolded me for not coming in sooner and last week when you fell asleep in the chair next to my bed, i realized i trust you with more than just my injuries." he reached up, his fingers barely brushing yours. "i trust you with everything."

your breath caught. "shota..."

"i know i'm not easy to care about. i'm too stubborn, too reckless, too—"

"too selfless," you interrupted, finally meeting his eyes. "too brave. too willing to sacrifice yourself for others." you set down your medical tools and turned to face him fully. "too afraid to believe you deserve to be cared for."

"do i?" the question was barely a whisper. "deserve it?"

instead of answering with words, you leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, your quirk naturally activating to soothe away the tension lines that lived there permanently.

"every day," you whispered against his skin. "every single day."

when you pulled back, his eyes were soft in a way you'd never seen before.

"the healing thing," he said quietly. "it's not just your quirk, is it?"

you smiled, understanding what he meant. "no. it's not."

"good," he murmured, his hand finding yours. "because i think i need both kinds of healing."

"lucky for you," you said, squeezing his hand gently, "i'm not going anywhere."

for the first time since you'd known him, shota aizawa smiled—really smiled—and you realized that sometimes the most profound healing happened not with quirks or medicine, but with trust, time, and the simple act of caring for someone who'd forgotten they were worth caring for.

"now," you said, reaching for a bandage, "let me finish patching you up so you can get some actual rest."

"will you stay?" he asked, then quickly added, "just until i fall asleep. these beds aren't exactly comfortable, and sometimes the nightmares..."

"i'll stay as long as you need," you promised, beginning to wrap his shoulder with practiced care. "that's what people do when they care about each other."

"i'm still learning that," he admitted.

"then i'll keep teaching you."

as you finished tending to his wounds, shota settled back against the pillows, his eyes already growing heavy. you dimmed the lights and settled into the chair beside his bed—the same chair you'd occupied so many nights before, but this time felt different. this time, you weren't just his healer.

"thank you," he murmured as sleep began to take him.

"for what?"

"for seeing something in me worth saving."

your heart ached with the sweetness of it, with the trust implicit in his words. "there was always something worth saving, shota. you just had to let me show you."

his breathing evened out, and you watched the peaceful expression settle over his features. tomorrow, he'd probably try to return to patrol too soon, and you'd have to scold him into taking proper time to recover. tomorrow, you'd have to figure out what this new dynamic meant for your professional relationship, for the careful boundaries you'd built.

but tonight, you simply held his hand in the quiet darkness of the infirmary, your quirk humming softly to ease any pain that might disturb his rest, and marveled at how the strongest people were often the ones who most needed someone to catch them when they fell.

and you'd be there to catch him, every time.

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etherealvampire6 · 4 months ago

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Shota Aizawa Headcannons

|дﾟ)ﾉ Most of these headcannons are not mine and I do not take credit for all of them. But I just remembered reading them from many different platforms, so credit to the people who did think of most of these!

If he has a crush on you ೃ⁀➷

● At first, Aizawa would be in complete denial.

●The realization wouldn’t hit him all at once—it would creep up on him over time. Maybe he catches himself thinking about you on his way home or noticing when you’re absent more than he would with anyone else.

● At first, he rationalizes it. Your a close friend. We work together all the time. It’s normal to think about you.

●But then it keeps happening. He finds himself anticipating your reactions in conversations, noticing when you seem off before anyone else does, and feeling a little more at ease whenever you’re around. That’s when it starts to bother him.

●He became hyper aware of you. Listening intently on whatever you had to say.

● He doesn't remember a time when he'd actually liked ANYBODY romantically. So it was a surprise to him when Mic told him he was feeling 'butterflies'for you. And that he was developing a big fat crush.

● His initial thought? This is a problem.

●Aizawa isn’t the type to welcome strong emotions, especially ones that make him vulnerable. He’s been through too much, lost too many people. Letting someone get that close is dangerous and he doesnt know if he could take it. So his first instinct is to push it down, to convince himself it’s nothing.

●He’d shut down any thought of it being more than respect because admitting otherwise would mean confronting something he’s not ready for.

● Every time he catches himself watching you too long, he forces himself to look away. If his heart picks up when you smile at him, he ignores it. If he feels a little lighter when you’re around, he tells himself it’s just because you’re easy to talk to.

● He’s would have to have been your friend for a while to actually find a connection with you to feel this way, but your just his friend—of course, he cares. That’s all it is.

● He notices how his mood shifts depending on how you’re doing. If you’re stressed, he finds himself wanting to ease the burden, even if it’s just by taking an extra task off your plate. If you’re laughing, he finds himself more at ease, like the tension in his chest loosens just from hearing it. And when you’re in danger—even in a controlled training scenario—there’s a sharp, involuntary spike of protectiveness that he can’t explain away.

● Still, he crushes it down. He’s lost too much already. Letting someone in like that? That’s not something he can afford. So he tells himself, over and over:

● Your just a close friend. And it stays like that for a while.

● At some point, no amount of rationalizing works anymore.

●Maybe it’s a quiet moment—just the two of you, sitting in the teachers' lounge after a long day, the air thick with exhaustion but comfortable. You’re rambling about something, maybe venting about paperwork or laughing at a dumb joke Hizashi made earlier, and he realizes—this is different.

● He’s not just protective of you because you’re a coworker. He doesn’t just respect you because you’re strong and capable. He likes you. In a way that terrifies him.

● When he accepts his feelings for you, he also starts realizing why he likes you. You care for his students the same way he does, you want to push them to their limits to ensure their prepared, people feel safe in your presence, and best of all. You were kind. There were so many things he didn't even think were special about you at first.

●But the second that realization settles in, so does something else: He can’t do anything about it.

●If he did, it would change things. Right now, you’re his closest friend, someone he trusts completely. If he confessed, and you didn’t feel the same, it would make everything awkward. And even if you did like him back, it would mean opening himself up to something dangerous—something fragile. He’s lost people before.

●He knows what it’s like to let someone in, only to have them ripped away. If you were just a friend, it was easier to pretend you were safe. But if you were something more? If things were official, then losing you would mean losing a part of himself.

● So he keeps his feelings locked up, refusing to risk it.

● Instead, he settles for what he can do. He talks to you like normal, acts like nothing has changed.

● But if someone were paying attention, they’d notice the little things—how he always makes sure there’s a chair open next to him when you walk into the room, how his usually tired voice gains just a bit more energy when you’re involved in the conversation, how he watches you more than he should, like memorizing your presence without realizing it.

● You never notice the way his fingers twitch, like he wants to reach out but won’t let himself. Or how he lingers for a second too long when you say goodnight after a late shift, like he’s reluctant to watch you leave.

● You’re still his closest friend. And as much as it hurts, that has to be enough.

● But when he does accept it, nothing changes. He still has his mind set on keeping you as just a friend, just his coworker or whoever you are.

● A lot of fics involving him have him pounce on you just because you do something he likes or you did something on 'purpose' he likes just to flirt with him. He is not that lustful, especially if he's not even dating you.

● Some fics also don't look into what it would mean if he did have a crush on you. It'd take some time for him to accept it, and even more time for him to express those feelings. I can see him wanting to be careful with these new feelings and act rational about it, not randomly pinning you against the wall and being aggressive while confessing.

● You would only stay a crush for a long time. Your somebody he respects and somebody important. He'd make sure he knows you might even consider him a dating option. He would think about your feelings as well.

If he was dating you ೃ⁀➷

● It took him a while to even consider a relationship. He was convinced no problems would be created if he'd just left his feelings alone and continued life the way it was.

● But he'd realized it wasn't very rational of him to be pushing you and his feelings away because of fear. Afterall, being rational was his whole motto.

● I can only see him dating somebody he has a real connection and past with. If you were somebody he'd just met a few months ago I doubt he'd feel any strong feelings for you.

● At the start of the relationship, he didn't feel like anything changed. You both knew tons about each other so nothing really felt awkward, you didn't have to start out like normal couples do.

● He would talk to you as he normally did, but now that he's accepted that he might actually love you, he's definitely more affectionate when speaking to you. He wasn't just your friend anymore.

● He's in it for the long run. Hes already in his 30s. He doesn't even know what a situationship is. Hell, girlfriend didn't even sound right to him. You were unofficially his wife.

● He doesn't entertain any unnecessary drama. If your committing acts that he finds disloyal or crude just to get his attention, or for the sake of it. He wouldn't think twice about leaving you, maybe even forcing himself to forget you. But he wouldn't be dating you if that was the kind of person you were.

● Doesn't feel the need to constantly check on your location or ask where you are. he'll ask once, and then he'll go about his tasks when you two are apart. If he didn't trust you could take care of yourself he wouldn't be dating you. Your grown and he trusts you completely. He shouldn't have to check on you like a child.

● He shouldn't have to feel he might lose you constantly even more than he does. You should be able to keep yourself safe if he's not around, so his fear of losing you isn't 10x worse.

● He isn't overly protective of you outside of battle, and he isn't controlling. If you need his assistance he'll be there as long as you voice your need for him to step in, or he'll step in himself if he can tell you might need help.

● Same goes for in battle, he fully trusts in your abilities to protect yourself. But if he knows he can help and protect you in any way he's already there. He can't lose you.

● He isn't controlling. Once again, you're a grown adult who can make your own decisions. And if you do something he isn't comfortable with you doing, he'll tell you,

But he wouldn't want to have you follow his every request and demand. plus, he doesn't really mind the stuff you be doing, he trusts that you would never cheat or do something harmful.

● He doesn't show you off outright, he prefers to keep his private life PRIVATE. But he also isn't afraid to talk about his wife to others, he's quite fond of you. and would immediately put a stop to any disrespect towards you (he almost expelled mineta for this)

● He isn't overly affectionate, but he also isn't afraid to show his love for you. having a bad day? he isn't afraid of hugs.

● He isn't a big fan of PDA. Hes a very private man. but he'll occasionally guide you with his hand on the small of your back or holding your wrist or hand for a short amount of time in public.

● Away from the crowd, though, is when he really shows you how he feels. Holding your hands, cupping your cheek, brushing hair out your face, and hands on your waist occasionally.

● He's never felt romantic feelings for anybody until you stole his heart. So he found himself learning new things about what makes his heart skip a beat. Which is almost everything. (He's a very touchstarved man, has always been reserved)

● His favorite form of touching is you sitting on him on the couch or the bed, your arms around his neck and face tucked into his hair or scarf, with his arms hugging you tight. It doesn't even have to be dirty. He loves hugging you this way.

● He knows what things you like, he has never felt pressured by you to impress you with exquisite dates and fancy and expensive gifts.

● You'll go on a date once every 2 or 4 months, and the date is meaningful instead of pricy, so are his rare gifts. He won't say its a gift, just something he picked up that made him think of you.

● Yes, he's a tired man, but that doesn't make him a bad boyfriend. I dont know why people make him out to be a slacker when it comes to putting any effort into a relationship. He's fully capable of having a balance in his life that doesn't clash with your relationship. Yes, he does push people away out of fear, but after he made up his decision to love you, he wouldn't ruin it by being a jackass.

● He can appear rude to others, mainly because he doesn't filter his words or ideas for others. He often comes off as cold, apathetic, and impatient, exerting very little energy in most situations. But really his interior is different from how people view him. He wouldn't be as cold and distant after deciding on having a relationship, if he wasn't ready he wouldn't be dating you.

● He doesn't keep up with his appearance but he still keeps up with his hygiene. There's a difference. And after his first shared shower with you, it turned into one of his favorite things. (Secretly he loves your fancy soaps)

● The both of you shared your boundaries long ago, and they seemed to be working well. You needed space? That's perfectly fine. He needs to get some stuff done anyway.

● He takes naps all day in school, and he knows you don't. so when it's time to come home, you're already asleep while he's cooking for you or grading papers. You graded your papers during the school day, and he did it while you were asleep or on your patrol. Usually your routines never clashed in a negative way.

● Though sometimes he's able to put his work aside for come join you. He loves sleep more then work anyways.

● But don't think he'll disregard his job as a teacher at your request. You wouldn't, and one of his favorite things about you is that your passionate about your work as well.

● cooking! A hc I love was that his mama was a foodie. and he was forced to learn all types of cooking styles. but before you moved in he lived off occasional small snacks and Ramen. not anymore! he cares way more about your health then his, your the same way. So dinner is prepared once in a while when you both have time.

● He wouldn't be jealous of any guy or women that talks to you, but if it was downright obvious they were flirting with you. He'll glare at them, sometimes even using his quirk to scare them, and the flirter usually gets uncomfortable just from the intensity of his gaze. If not, either you shut them down or him. And his way might not be as nice.

● He values silence as much as your presence. You don't always need to talk; just existing in the same place is enough for him. But when he does talk, his words are thoughtful and deliberate if not in a sarcastic manner.

● Life with him is pretty uniform, but never boring. His job is full of chaos and unpredictability, so he craves consistency. He likes knowing you'll be there at the end of the day.

● He isn't blind, he analyzes the thing you do and like and remembers them. He knows how you like your coffee, your habits, your weird need to reorganize the bed pillows everyday (which he doesn't mind as long as it doesn't interfere with his nap time) and the things that comfort you or make you feel excited about.

● He might not say I love you often, but you know he does. he shows it to you everyday through his actions.

● him calling you kitten as a nickname feels cringe. Kitten is a baby cat and calling a grown adult it makes it feel like a predators fetish. He would call you Y/n, maybe even call you baby (yes baby is for young children but its been more normalized fas being a nickname for someones sweetheart) or even call you honey further into the relationship. You'd have to initiate it at first though, then it'd become normal for him.

● he won't say he misses you, but will say something like "you were gone for too long"

General Headcannons ೃ⁀➷

●He let's eri do his hair, never his makeup. Only when she's feeling down.

● He needs reading glasses but refuses to wear them in front of others. Having a quirk that messes with the healthy part of his eyes made glasses a need.

● He dislikes when people are unpunctual (Present mic in most cases)

● Shota likes cats. In fact, he still owns the cat Shirakumo rescued back in high school when it was a kitten.

● His room is quite empty, which reflects his apathetic behavior.

● Shota's specialty is short-length sneak attacks.

● Shota is a social drinker. (I believe this is actually cannon but I forgot what Manga panel showed this)

● He's the mayor of a Minecraft world class 1A created and regularly plays (he's never joined, not once)

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kainuhsblog · 9 months ago

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₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ where were you ?

prompt it's well into the day/evening and you/piwon haven't responded to an invite to hang out

pairing various!piwon x fem!reader

genre bf!piwon, husband!piwon, whatever you want them to be!piwon

warnings light mode, some sort of worrying from both ends, ignored messages, mentions of food, sho's own is shorter but i feel like he'd get to the point quicker so i'm sorry sho stans, i head cannon'd the tropes for them but they can be whatever you want fr

a/n hi! my promised p1harmony content is here ! one of two actually. the other one is a secret.😉 i had fun writing these, and idk they might seem a bit ooc but let me know. as always, requests are open! hope you enjoy🩷

want more piwon from me ? click my other post ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ i should scold you ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ right here !

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Yoon Keeho

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Choi Taeyang

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Choi Jiung

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Hwang Intak

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Haku Shota

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Kim Jongseob

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Bonus: My Head cannons

Yoon Keeho ⤷Best Friends; bi-weekly shopping trips, always getting takeout, and loves teasing you. you're the younger sister he never had basically. keeho's the friend you can go to for literally anything, and you try to be that person for him as well. especially since you both find shopping to be therapeutic.

Choi Taeyang ⤷Childhood Friends; Met each other in 2nd grade, and you've been inseparable ever since. you know his entire family and he knows yours. your moms became besties because you guys are. they always ship you guys as well. such silly moms, hahaha

Choi Jiung ⤷Friends ... to lovers? you and jiung have been tiptoeing around each other since the sun hung up in the sky two years ago. one day you decided to just start pursuing him, so your advances are laid on really thick. i don't think he knows you're serious though ... you've always been a flirt

Hwang Intak ⤷Mutual Pining; it's no secret to the two of you that you're both helplessly in love with each other. you had asked him to hang out with intentions of it being a date ... thankfully he thought the same thing.

Haku Shota ⤷Best Friends; you two are the friends who love to go on random adventures together. shota's always down to travel with you, and you're always willing to follow him anywhere. he's always a joy to be around, so you tend to spoil him a bit too much.

Kim Jongseob ⤷Strangers to Friends to ?? you and jongseob met at a cafe about a year ago, and as a self proclaimed food critic, you both agreed on the fact that the pastries at that cafe were straight dog water. after talking for a bit, you exchanged contact info with him so you guys can hang out and criticize more cafes. somewhere along the way, he started to fall for you ... but you don't notice any advances from the guy. poor seobie

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tulippanes · 9 days ago

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hi im obsessed witj love island so this idea was amazing!! can i get casa amor w/ aizawa, scenario 3 oneshot?? thank u sm if u decide to do it

this took forever IM SO SORRY i hope this makes up for the lateness

˚⋆𓇼˚⊹ 𖦹 ⁺��° event m.list

in all honesty, shota doesn't even know why he's here. to put it simple, he feels out of place. it’s not like he doesn’t want to be here—well, sometimes he’d much rather be at home.. however, it’s normal to feel homesick especially if your thousands of miles away from the place you were the most comfortable at. he’s already here anyway, so why not make the best of it? he can’t be lazing around all day and taking naps or whatever. he’s in fiji for a reason: to make connections with random strangers in the span of four days and hope that one of them picks him to bring back. such short amount of time, he thought he wouldn’t really click with anyone.

you were there though, and he seemed to really click with you. he was dry, sure, only gave some short answers here and there. at the very beginning, at least. it wasn’t long until he surprisingly found himself flowing with you better than he initially believed he would. something about you sparked something inside of him. unlike with others, he could really see something there. although in his exterior he has that stone face, on the inside he wants to get to know you more. he wants to know your traits, your favorite food, or whatever the hell else you have to talk about. shota aizawa wants to know you.

shota aizawa was also a blunt person and wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. which wasn’t surprising yet even still, it surprised you. “i really like you,” he blurted out mid conversation. he saw the way you paused and blinked as if you were processing his words. “not like like, but i feel we have something going on. don’t we?” he asked. he watched you nod vigorously to agree.

“yeah! i was starting to think it was one sided or something..” you awkwardly admitted to him. he raised a brow at this.

“did i not make it obvious i was interested?” he questioned. he’d thought he did but maybe he didn’t. it’s hard to tell without any second point of view.

you were almost hesitant to respond. “well, uh. your face said one thing and your body language said another. so honestly i was just confused,” you explained with your cheeks warming in embarrassment. it wasn't hard to see the sheepishness written all over your face. it’s not like he could argue back with anything. even he knows his expressions aren’t always the most… reliable, per say.

he raised his hand and brushed his fingers against your cheek. “oh.” he didn't know what to really say because he can't deny that he's not really expressional. he really does have interest in you, though. would it be too soon to kiss you? but then again, there isn't a defined “too soon” on this island. “then, i’ll make sure to make it as plain as day,” he murmured.

his thumb brushed over your bottom lip as he uttered those words. he leaned in closer and noticed the way your eyes automatically closed shut. it was difficult not to fall into the temptation of pressing his lips against yours. however, he can’t give in. not right now at least. his lips brushed against your ear while he whispered, “not yet.” your eyes shot open and he could hear a scoff of disbelief come from you.

“got my hopes up for nothing then?” your eyes narrowed at him. he pulled back to give the both of you some space, dropping his hand from your face only to grab your hand. he brought your hand up and gave a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

he hummed from amusement at your reaction. “not for nothing.. i didn’t say i wouldn’t kiss you,” he quietly chuckled. he’s undoubtedly going to be putting his all into this. after all, he wants you to pick him in the end. how’s he going to get you to do that without putting any effort into swiping you off your feet?

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero x reader #shota aizawa #aizawa #eraserhead #aizawa x reader #eraserhead x reader #shota aizawa x reader

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adabird · 1 year ago

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Hii !! I just read your preferences and thought they were really cuteee ~★

If you’re taking requests, would you be able to write a part two of the preferences with the characters: aizawa, tamaki, shoto, midoriya, bakugo, and yo shindo? That is if you write for them, of course. Don’t be afraid to pick and choose which characters who you want to and do not want to write ❕ (I’m so sorry if that was a lot of characters… ☹️)

anyways, i’m greatly delighted by your writing style and very excited to watch your blog grow ❕

— 🤍

(P.S: your taste in characters is AMAZING! and you write them so well?! for sure one of the best i’ve ever seen for all of the character from your preferences)

MHA BOYS PT.2

HEADCANNONS + PREFRENCES

All characters AGED UP! readers BEWARE, there are some NSFW and PROGRESSIVE MOMENTS!

(OMG! It took me like ten minutes to find out to respond, I legit didn’t see the “reply”button. Anyways!)

I was also thinking about making a preferences for the teachers? Like, Aizawa, PresMic, Hawks, All might, Mirko, Midnight? I know Hawks and Mirko aren’t teachers, but I really want an excuse to write them.. Anyways, thank you for the recommendation!)

ALSO! sorry for taking so long to respond I didn’t know this is where the requests went!!

X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X

Bakugou Katsuki-

HEIGHT

Katsuki would really be into the”Height Differences”. Whether you’re taller than him or shorter than him. After he has matured and been out in the hero field for the past 6 years,he’s grown physically and mentally. He’s grown to be more mature mentally, by over coming challenges on the field, and off the field. So when your relationship had started, he had grown less rude, and a tad bit more quieter. His build has also changed, he had gotten bigger, taller, and grown more mussel mass on his body. So, again,when he met you he was about 6’0 and lean. If you’re taller then him, he has the hots for how he gets to grab the base of your neck to pull you into a kiss, and don’t get him started when you lean down to take a picture next to him. MMM. And if you’re shorter, then him he loves when HE gets to lean down and kiss you, and don’t even get him started when you stand on your tip-toes, to grab his cheeks to peck him.

Midoriya Izuku-

LIPS

AHHH OKAY. OKAY. Izuku is really into your lips, just like TSU, he’ll sit down and stare at your lips while you go chatting about whatever subject, or school project you’re doing at that time. He really enjoys inviting you over for study sessions, especially for English class. He loves big lips, small lips, cupid lips, round lips, thin lips, ANY. KIND.He loves when the class is doing a book project, so he can sit and watch you with his puppy dog eyes. He also loves whenever you sit next to him, and kiss his neck while he reads the following passage to you. You drive him crazyyyy..

Tamaki Amajiki-

EYES

MMM! Tamaki is my boy for real. Tamaki gets really jittery because of his anxiety. But when it comes to you, his anxiety always seems to loosen,ESPECIALLY when you two are alone. Tamaki is known for standing in corners, and avoiding eye-contact. However, when he met you, your eyes kept him captivated. Any kind of eyes keeps him captivated.. Small, Big, Round, Almond, Siren, Hooded. It’s all about your eye color. He loves the way they show your emotions, and loves how they shine in the sun.. He loves when you force him into eye contact whenever you talk to him. He gets really turned on by how dominant you can be..

Aizawa Shota-

STRETCH MARKS

GOD. Shota really loves your stretch marks. It all started when you wore a one piece to the private pool. At first you were scared, a little nervous even when it came to taking off your tee. However once you talked it out to Shota, you took it off feeling a bit more confident after the pep-talk you had just endured. He couldn’t stop staring at your stretch marks, at first you wanted to put on your tee until Shota started to speak up. He grabbed your thighs running his hands over your marks. He ended up telling you how turned on he was,and he thought that your stretch marks are extremely sexy. After that day,practically every day after that ended up with Shota next to you caressing and kissing all of your stretch marks telling you how hot you are.

Todoroki Shoto-

VOICE

Shoto bro. Shoto… Shoto really enjoys late night calls with you. He really likes calling you to listen to your voice as it soothes him to sleep. And don’t get me started if you feel insecure, because this man will make sure you love your voice and who you are as a person. AND. especially if someone calls you annoying, that person would come running back to you telling you they were only ‘Messing around’ and hit you with the ‘I didn’t mean to make you upset’, I definitely think Shoto is really protective over you, and makes sure you feel loved.

Yo Shindo-

HANDS

Shindo loves. your. hands. He loves your hands whether they’re big or small. He loves how they wrap around in his hands when he invites you to grab your hand. And he loves how they grip his biceps, and wrap around his back whenever he wraps you up in a hug. He really loves as they cup his face whenever the two of you have your make-out sessions. He really does admire you for your personality, he really enjoys how you involve him into your friend groups. And even his friends LOVE you once you finally meet them..

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ryuichirou · 6 months ago

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Replies

Related to our latest posts + some other shorter ones!

thestarlightfae asked:

Hi Ryu! Hi Katsu! Do you two happen to have a timeline for Vil? By timeline, I mean which of his designs correspond with which ages. Thanks!

Hi hi!

It’s kind of vague, to be honest; the only thing that’s been concrete from the start in our posts is that younger Vil probably had shorter hair. And then we usually jump straight to the freshman!Vil, and with him I am kind of inconsistent; my earlier comics and drawings of him have him with pretty much the same hairstyle that he has now (w/o his bun and his crown though), but these days I draw him with shorter hair as well. For some reason, I like this better than freshman!Vil having very long hair…

I also like to think that Vil only started braiding his hair during his 3rd year at NRC, to give himself more of a regal matriarch look?? But that’s just an idea I’m playing with in my head. In fact, I think the best way to describe it would be to imagine Vil having all kinds of haircuts throughout the years because there is no way he wouldn’t want to play around with this. But what I think and what I draw are two different things…

It’s just like with Crewel. I want his younger self to experiment with hairstyles a lot, but always end up drawing the same one lol

Anonymous asked:

ive seen malleus depicted as a shota, i think thats my favorite of the cast to shotafy next to idia. your thoughts?

Honestly, all of them are great, ever since that one ask I keep thinking about shota versions as the next birthday cards theme, it would be so cool lol

But yeah, Malleus’ upbringing was very complicated, and he looks very cute when he is still clearly very young, but already has this air of a prince about him. Not to mention all the potential difficulties growing up as a little dragon ahem………… I think I draw him this way pretty often, but I should do it more lol

I also love drawing Vil and Ortho and the Tweels and Azul and Rook; I think those are the ones I draw the most. Oh! Sebek and Silver as well.

originalblossomer asked:

Hi! I love your art very much! In fact, I love it so much, I registered on Bluesky exclusively to see more of you. I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate you. Lots of love!💗💗

Ahhh this is so sweet!! Thank you so much for your kindness!! I hope you keep enjoying my stuff, and I’ll sure as hell keep posting hehe.

Anonymous asked:

Hello! I have to say that, even if i don't really support some of your ideas/ships, i've to admit that your artwork it's simply gorgeous and they inspire me as an artist. My question is, is there any ship that it's just a big no? Or that you find overrated that it just doesn't have any appeal :0?

Thank you so much, Anon! I’m glad that my stuff could inspire you in any way, that’s very cool to hear.

I don’t want anyone to feel bad, so that’s just my personal opinion and I know people who like those pairings follow me, but I really really really don’t care for Leona/Vil and Trey/Jade. There are a lot of Leona ships in general that I don’t really care for, but somehow Leona/Vil squicks even more than Malleus/Leona does.

Anonymous asked:

dont know if this is unpopular but i dont care at all about grim. i love the boys and that's what im there for. grim is a forgettable mascot to me. interested to hear any other takes.

We didn’t really care for Grim at first too, but during our rewatch started to appreciate him more, to be honest. He is not all that bad, and he is kind of cute sometimes.

To be honest, I kind of forget that he and/or Yuu exist a lot of times lol But I like Grim! Especially when he lowers his ears all sadly…

Anonymous asked:

I really love how sharp you draw rook's eyes, very pretty ❤️

Ahh thank you so much!!! <3 I love drawing his eyes! Hehehe

Anonymous asked:

For twst who has piercings and where?

Actually replied here!

Now the art-related asks, starting with the ones about the ADeuce drawing from yesterday:

Anonymous asked:

It look so… peaceful, no sex or anything erotic, only two pal doing homework .… at 2 a.m ?!

Maybe this is why Ace looks so done… he had other plans, but Deuce’s been doing his homework for hours now… it’s so late already and it’s still not over lol

Anonymous asked:

Where the collar? Eh?

THAT’S WHY IT’S TAKING THIS LONG! Poor Deuce is just waiting for Ace to leave so he can put his collar on and finally focus!!

Wow, these two aren’t getting anywhere huh They have a long night ahead of them…

Anonymous asked:

What his skin make of, silicon?

Probably! Very soft one, very pleasant to the touch.

Anonymous asked:

Ortho and Vil are so cute <3 love this little interaction! Ortho has the squishiest cheeks for someone without actual cheeks

Thank you, Anon <3 Ortho absolutely does have the squishiest cheeks! Vil should poke them and squish them as a stress toy lol

Anonymous asked:

OHH RYYYYYYYUUU! That shota jackvil is so GOOD! 💚 and I'm really in love with the way you draw shota Vil 👀💚.

Thank you so much, Anon!! I am happy you like it! <3

Vil is a little charmer lol I love drawing him being a sassy little guy that doesn’t quite fit in with the “normal” boys…

Anonymous asked:

I love how you draw azuls hair, It looks supper fluffy. Like if i were to touch it it would just spring back like memory foam type of fluff.

Thank you so much, Anon!! <3 I feel like I have good and bad days with Azul’s hair… so I am very happy it looks good!

The texture of the memory foam though, this is such a good way to describe it…

Anonymous asked:

Sometime, we don't need sex, just something wholesome like a nerd kiss a crystal star.

Facts.

It’s all about the contrasts…. For now this cute nerd can look wholesome in this outfit <3 For now.

Anonymous asked:

Those armpits.

I have serious problem

You’re not alone, Anon, the stargazer outfit is insane.

Anonymous asked:

That one hell goddess!!

If that was the goddess of Hell… I wouldn’t mind believing in it….

Anonymous asked:

There more you can kiss

This is why Idia didn’t go ask for those wishes in person, because people would start listing things that he can kiss.

Anonymous asked:

Mhmmm, pizza boy… i mean pizza. Yeah, pizza

The boy is also there! And he is waiting for his tip!

Anonymous asked:

*insert SpongeBob meme about the pizza here*

Also if that pizza isn't good, jade better be giving some other sort of food to make up for it.

Oh, he has some mushrooms in a bag in his pocket, do you want some? He wouldn’t mind sharing~

Anonymous asked:

After Lady Floyd we have Jade the delivery man

Anonymous asked:

Blessing us with fem tweels in separate accounts.. i can't thank you enough 🙏🏻

Thank you for appreciating the ladies, Anons <3 And Jade the delivery man lol

It was actually a coincidence, that Jade from the locked acc was supposed to be posted much earlier than that, but the timing ended up being perfect lol

I am glad you’re enjoying it!

Anonymous asked:

I don't know, Leona being too lazy to jerk off, yeah, that sounds so right to me... like so entirely correct...

I don't even have further thoughts on that, it's just like... yeah, that's true

(related to a reply from a week ago)

lol being lazy is art… not just anyone could get this lazy, you know…

#replies #headcanons

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ktjislove1119 · 1 year ago

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SUMMER

pairings : jongseob (p1h) x male reader

warnings : none, but like really pathetic pining and oblivious men not knowing how to act around their crushes (shota is sick and tired of yall)

rating : fluff :D

requested? : yesyesyes!!! thank u 🩵 anon, i don't think you were expecting a full fledged fanfic as a response to your request LMAO so do send in another one if you want a more simple headcanon version of this, i just couldnt help but go a lil crazy LMAO

a/n : strangers to friends to lovers, one of my favorite tropes. jongseob is definitely giving loser pining nerd in this one, but its ok bc hes so cute + this wasn't meant to be this long, but i couldnt help but go a little crazy + i highly suggest listening to the song while reading because it really sets the mood imo (summer by brockhampton)+ i had that ^ seob in mind while writing this btw hes just so heart eyes emoji in that video and i think light brown rlly suits him and gives off the strongest boyfriend vibes

wc : 6.5k+

"in the heat of the summer. yeah, yeah, oh, you know that you should be my boy. oh yes, you know. in the heat of the summer, you're so different from the rest."

jongseob didn’t expect himself to be the type to develop a crush on a first meeting, or more like first glance. but here he was: purposely keeping his head down to not draw too much attention to himself as you walked by him. he was looking down at his phone, swiping in random directions, even looking at the weather app and pretending as if that were interesting. it was really pathetic how shy he became whenever you were near, but that’s just you made him react — so it really wasn’t his fault…

“you’re kim jongseob, right?”

he flinched at your voice, not expecting to hear it call his name out of nowhere. locking his phone, and hoping you didn’t see him stare at the weather for the week, he looked up at you and nodded his head. his mouth went dry and he cleared his throat as an effort to make sure his voice didn’t crack when he spoke to you.

“the teacher told me to find you and let you know i’ll be the one tutoring you for math,” you take the empty seat next to him, pulling out your phone and holding it out to him, “we should exchange contact information so we can talk about when to meet up and what works best for our schedules,”

okay, hold on. everything was moving wayyyy too fast and jongseob still hasn’t blinked once since you started talking to him. it was as if his consciousness left his body. he forced himself to blink and then finally opened his mouth to talk. but you had cut him off, by accident.

“sorry, my name is [name], it’s nice to meet you,”

instinctively, he had bowed his head down and you mimicked the action.

“nice to meet you, i’m jongseob,”

”i know,” a kind smile on your lips almost sent him into a hyperventilating state.

your first meeting with each other ended with him saving your contact in his phone and vice versa, then you departing soon after as you had to go to your own class. that day, shota was wondering why jongseob was so latched onto his phone and staring at it with a blank look on his face.

— in the beginning phases of his crush, jongseob acts really, really reserved and shy. it’s almost as if he doesn’t even want to associate with you with how standoffish he is, but it’s just because he’s eternally scared of embarrassing himself in front of you. in the beginning, he tried brushing off how serious his crush was, thinking it was going to be passing. but when he realized that every night before bed he’d think of you, he knew he was in too deep at that point. it makes him so frustrated that he lets his mind be so filled of you and only you, especially because before you were assigned as his tutor, you’d never even properly spoken to one another. but hopefully now that you two will be forced to talk to one another, jongseob’s skittish and introverted behavior could change a little more…hopefully.

the two of you were sitting in the library, snacks and drinks surrounding you as the two of you were staring at the textbook on the table.

“so, what do you think you struggle with the most?” you kindly asked, pulling out your notebook and pencils from your bag and preparing to start. jongseob blinked at the question, feeling himself blush as he thought of how he struggled with practically everything related to math.

“i think…just everything,” he says honestly, a bashful and embarrassed look on his face. you almost cooed at the cute expression, but stopped yourself.

you didn’t expect jongseob to be so cute. when you had seen him in person the first time, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think he wasn’t at all attractive. he had soft features and a cute smile, which was enough to make you interested in him. but seeing his equally soft personality was enough to solidify that initial interest.

lucky you for having the teacher pair the two of you up.

“well, to be honest, i struggled a lot too when i was taking his class before,” you confessed honestly, hoping your words would comfort him a little, “but, it’s mainly the way he teaches it that makes it so confusing. so, i think, i can try re-explaining everything to you in a more simple way and hopefully it works that way? does that sound good to you?”

jongseob quickly nods, finding the tone and sound of your voice a comfort and especially persuasive. you could tell him to jump up on the table and do something incredibly embarrassing and he’d probably do it.

yeah, he was in too deep.

“then, let’s start! i’ll set an alarm for a break in twenty minutes?” he nods his head in understanding, feeling unreasonably determined to not let you and your efforts in teaching him go to waste. so he leans forward, mechanical pencil ready in hand and his notebook open to the first blank page.

as you’re explaining things to him, jongseob already feels as if he’s learning more from you in the first ten minutes than he did from his teacher the past couple of weeks. also, he feels himself growing more comfortable, which is a relief. because before he felt as if his cheeks were turning bright red anytime you looked at him, now it was just the tips of his ears (he hopes…). he was able to properly speak to you and make eye contact without completely stuttering through his sentences.

after the entire two hour session, you walked together to the bus stop. jongseob was only accompanying you since he could easily walk home, but he wasn’t about to make you wait alone. plus, he finally felt himself growing comfortable enough and he didn’t want to leave so soon (even if you had just spent the past two hours together).

“so, what do you like to do outside of school?” you ask, sipping your favorite boxed juice as you waited together.

“music,” he answers quickly, correcting himself soon after with, “i like listening to and writing music,”

you blinked in surprise, not taking him as the type and an impressed look was on your face, “wow, that’s really cool. i wish i had a talent like that. do you share your music on any platforms?” you pulled out your phone, as if you were ready for him to show you, but he shakes his head.

“no, just keep them on my computer…i don’t think i want them out, it’s kind of embarrassing,” he scratches the back of his head, cursing the red blush that was definitely rising up his neck.

”i don’t think it is,” you deny, pouting at his self-deprecation, “confidence is the key, jongseob!” you encourage, hitting his shoulder lightly, “if you ever feel comfortable enough, i’d love to hear it some day,”

he blinks at the offer, wondering how to respond to such an invitation. sharing his music with someone is something he deems really intimate, especially since it’s you — the boy he has a raging crush on. but he doesn’t have to think of his response much longer as your bus pulls up to the stop.

“it was nice getting to know you better, jongseob! i look forward to our next meeting,” you smile, bow your head to him, and then board your bus not looking back at him.

he watches the bus leave, his knees going wobbly as he collapses into a crouching position with his head in his hands.

“i’m screwed,” he mutters to himself, shooting up in a second’s notice and running his hand through his hair, “he’s so annoying, i’m really screwed,” he calls you annoying only because he knows that on his walk home and all the moments he spends without seeing you, he’ll just be thinking about you.

he’s in too deep, there’s no way he’ll ever recover from this crush.

— after the first couple of meetings, you and jongseob become much more acquainted than a simple “tutor” and “tutee.” you became close friends, so close that you met shota and now often sit with them during lunch breaks or in any free time. whenever there was an open period, you’d stop by jongseob’s classroom and take a seat next to him and fill the rest of your time together with little chats. shota teases him endlessly on how lovesick he has gotten over the past couple of weeks, but jongseob lets it slide — as long as you’re nowhere near to hear it. shota has known of jongseob’s crush on you for the longest time and deep down he’s genuinely happy for his friend that he was making some progress. before, he’d have to bear with watching jongseob longingly stare at you from afar, so seeing the state you and jongseob were in was incredibly comforting to know his best friend was making some sort of progress,

“jongseobie!” your excited voice makes him look up from his phone and instantly smile. the nickname you had coined for him after a couple of tutoring session makes his heart race so very fast. he loves how it sounds, how you comfortably call him, especially when it’s in that excited tone you just used a second ago. “guess what i got!”

“what?” he says in an instant, looking at you with curiosity as you come to a halt in front of him.

“you’re supposed to guess,” you tease, rolling your eyes at him. you step closer as you wait for his response, but after he stays silent as he tries thinking of what it could be, you could barely hold it in anymore. “i got us tickets to that show you wanted to see!”

from behind your back, you pull out two stubs of paper and jongseob feels his jaw drop. he had mentioned it to you in passing, when you were talking about the music you each liked, one of his favorite, lesser known, artists was going to be playing somewhat nearby. he planned on buying the tickets, but the fact you had remembered and done it yourself was enough to get blood rushing to his cheeks.

“you- how- are you serious?” he asks, looking at the paper tickets as if they were god send.

you nod with a proud smile, showing them off, “i got them as a gift because you’ve been doing really well lately — your teacher even pulled me aside earlier this week to compliment me for how well the lessons have been doing, but it’s really been all you. you’re really smart, and a quick learner, jongseob. so i wanted to appreciate your hard efforts with these!” he blushes at your compliment, too flustered to notice that you were also blushing at how obviously you were gassing him up.

“you bought two?” he asks, wondering if this was what he thought it was. maybe you took the initiative and…

“oh, if you wanted to bring a friend, maybe shota. i don’t think concerts are that fun to go to alone, so i wanted to make sure you could bring someone,” you explain, handing the tickets to him.

before he even stops to think, he’s pushing one back into your hands and saying, “come with me, i wanna go with you.” it sounds more definitive than inviting, but you don’t seem to mind as a wide grin stretches across your face.

“really? you want me to come?”

“of course, i really want you to come with me,” he says with utmost certainty, “the only reason i’m doing well is because of you, i want us to go together,”

you smile and accept the ticket, stepping forward to loop your arm with his, “what should we wear then? tell me, what’s the artist’s vibe,”

jongseob, trying not to hyperfocus on the close contact, replies with a shaky voice, “i’m sure you’d look cool in anything,” he compliments, “don’t think too much about it!”

“but i wanna fit in with the crowd! hey, recommend me some songs so i can understand them more,” you insist, making jongseob pull out his phone to scroll through his playlist. you watch eager, leaning against his shoulder and at his phone screen as he searches. he tries to ignore how close you are and hopes you don’t see the way his hand shakes from the nerves.

what he doesn’t know is that you’re also sneaking looks at him with a smile on your face, basking in the affection you had managed to steal from him. it was flattering to know that jongseob wanted you to come as his “plus one”, but you tried not thinking too deep into it…trying to stop yourself from thinking it was anything like a date. because it wasn’t.

even if you both wished it was.

“here, i’ll send you my playlist,” he says, showing you his spotify on the screen and waiting for your approval. when you hum in response, he copies the link and goes to your messages.

“wait, what’s my contact name on your phone? have you changed it since i put it in?” you ask curiously, seeing something added to the end of your name, like an emoji, that definitely wasn’t there before.

jongseob blinks in stupor before realizing what you were referring to. he hurriedly locks his phone and turns it face down to hide it from you, laughing to play it off.

“what? why? why? what’s my name on your phone?” you tease, trying to reach for it, despite not knowing if he had a passcode or not.

“it’s nothing, it’s nothing,” he says, trying to distract you from that topic of conversation and goes back to the artist you two were going to see, “just make sure you listen to the playlist-”

“but i want to know what my contact is on your phone!” you cut him, laughing as you begin play fighting for the device.

“well, your bus is here so you won’t get to know, sorry,” he says, unfortunately speaking the truth as the familiar bus pulled up to the curb.

“i won’t forget this, jongseobie,” you say in a mock threatening voice, squinting your eyes at him, “you’re gonna show me it tomorrow!!”

“bye, bye, [name]!” he calls out, happily waving to you as the bus takes off in the opposite direction of the school.

he looks down at his phone and unlocking it to show the link of his spotify playlist that was sitting in the textbox, waiting to be sent. he looks up at the top of his screen, smiling softly at the contact name and photo he had saved for you. it was a selfie you had taken on his phone during one of your recent study sessions, showing an incredibly tired 0.5 angle of you, with his head resting on the table being seen in the background. when he was scrolling through his camera roll, he had seen it and immediately made it your profile picture. it was cute to imagine you sneakily taking his phone while he was dozed off, snapping the picture, then setting it back to its original spot.

the words underneath your photo reading as “handsome tutor 𖹭.”

jongseob would have collapsed in embarrassment if you had seen that. he sighed, hit send on the text, and locked his phone to put away in his pocket. he walked home with a smile on his face, thinking about you and the concert you two were going to together.

—

“so it’s a date?” shota asks him, chilling in his seat as jongseob explains to him everything that had went down.

“it’s not a date, shh,” jongseob says, putting his finger to his lips and glaring at shota for saying such a thing so loud.

“it sounds like a date, jongseob,” shota deadpans, not looking impressed, “you two need to get it together, the tension between you two is so suffocating,” the man shivers as if to physically show how unbearable the “tension” was, but jongseob doesn’t pay that any mind.

“it’s not a date because if it were, he would’ve said it was, but it’s not because he didn’t say that,” jongseob quickly explains, wanting to put that discussion to rest.

“okay, then it isn’t a date,” shota forfeits, rolling his eyes at his best friend’s antics.

“yeah, it isn’t…” the man confirms once more, “besides, i don’t even know if he even likes men — have we ever thought about that? he probably just thinks we are good friends, which i can settle for and is the most realistic thing, but still i wish i knew for sure! it kind of sucks not knowing if i even had a chance, y’know?”

“had a chance with who?”

jongseob freezes and shota sputters out a suffocated laugh at the timing.

you were standing right behind him and he didn’t know for how long you were, but he does wish that the ground would swallow him up whole right now.

“earth to jongseobie? hello?” you wave your hand in front of his frozen face, laughing slightly at his expression, “what’s up with him, shota?”

“i don’t know, he’s a weird guy,” the man answers with a shrug, making you laugh at the irony before taking a seat next to him.

“well, anyway! i listened to the playlist you sent me, let me show you some outfit ideas i have for us,”

“us?” jongseob echoes, wondering if he heard right.

”yeah, if we’re going together we might as well should match, right?”

shota looks at the two of you, completely worn out from how oblivious jongseob was and how shamelessly forward you were (whether you were aware of it or not was unknown to shota).

“right, right,” jongseob agrees, leaning in towards you and your phone screen.

“i think you have good style to begin with, so i tried finding something that would suit it. you’re handsome anyway, so anything you wear you’ll be able to pull off,” you ruffle his hair as you compliment him, successfully making him go red in the face.

shota once again wishes his best friend would open his eyes and end this tantalizing process already, hoping you two would just date already.

—

it was the night of the show and you and jongseob agreed to meet at a halfway point. the venue was a little far away, but nothing a pair of headphone and the bus couldn’t handle. you were currently binge listening to the playlist jongseob had sent you — you had been since he’s sent it to you — and were happily humming along to the song playing. if it weren’t for jongseob, you probably would’ve never discovered this artist, who actually suited your tastes a lot.

at the designated stop, you kept an eye out for him, grinning immediately when you locked eyes with him. his usually straight hair was done to be slightly wavy and that subtle change made your eyes falter and heart skip a couple beats. he really was so handsome. his eyes were wide, looking for you and when he finally caught sight of you, an excited smile broke out onto his face and it was so wide his eyes turned into crescents.

he walked over to you, taking the seat beside you and tried to control his excitement.

”how are you?” he asked first, trying to not stare too hard at your outfit and how good you looked. he was slightly envious, how you looked so good in everything you wore and how you naturally pulled off everything you wore. he also took note of how you both were wearing the same color-toned clothes, subtly matching. that only made him smile even wider.

“i’m excited, how about you?” you’re quick to throw the question back at him, smiling so wide it’s infectious.

“i’m really excited, i’m really happy we’re going together,” he says, nodding his head several times as he takes in this reality. if anyone had told him a couple months that he was going to one of his favorite artist’s concert with you of all people, he would’ve laughed in their face. this was all almost completely unbelievable.

“you brought your camera?” you said, motioning to the film camera that was strapped around his body.

“oh, yeah,” he takes it up into his hands, bringing the viewfinder up to his eyes and quickly snapping a photo of you. obviously, after the act was already done, you began complaining about how you weren’t ready.

“retake it, retake it,” you egged on, pushing him slightly back so it wasn’t so close to your face. he obeyed, leaning backwards and bringing his camera back up to his eye.

you smiled, holding the ticket up to your face and proudly showing it off. he smiled softly at how genuinely excited you looked, bringing the camera down from his face after he got the shot.

“your turn,” you say, gently taking the camera from his hands and bringing it up to your eye. “wait, how does this work?”

he chuckles at your question, moving close to show you how it works, nimble fingers pointing at the different parts of the camera, “here, scroll it to the right,” he says, watching you carefully, “and then when it stops, you can take the picture. just press this one,”

you get the gist, afterwards, looking up from the components of the camera and locking eyes with jongseob. you both didn’t realize how close he was until you looked up, making time freeze for a moment as you just sat there and stared at each other.

his brown bangs were slightly covering his eyes, but you were still able to see him so clearly. he really was so breathtaking…

“ready?” you asked after a couple seconds of silence, making him clear his throat and nod.

you pressed your back against the window of the bus as he leaned a little into the aisle so that he was properly spaced out in the shot. he held up his own ticket, pursuing his lips as he slightly smiled at the camera. the corners of your lips quirked up at his cute expression, taking the picture swiftly.

“it sucks we don’t see them right away though,” you comment, handing the film camera back to him.

“we can still take pictures on our phones,” he comforts, pulling out his own and immediately holding it up for a selfie. smiling at the opportunity, you lean close to his person, practically cuddled up to his side.

and even after reaching levels of comfortability with you that he thought was impossible, being physically close to you still flustered him. he liked it though, obviously. he liked you, so any affection you showed him was welcome in his eyes. which is exactly why he didn’t push you away or shift his torso from you. instead he leaned into your side as well, positioning the camera at multiple different angles for you two.

then you took out your own phone, taking pictures for your own camera roll. the last one you took was a silly 0.5 one that the both of you laughed at after seeing the finished product.

“these are cute,” you comment, scrolling through your own, “send me the ones on your phone!”

“okay, okay,” he complies, going to share them straight from his camera roll and sending them to you a couple seconds later. he doesn’t realize it, but his screen is clearly visible to you, meaning you were finally able to see what the contact name he had for you was.

you blushed heavily seeing it, forcing your head to look away to not be caught, trying to force the smile on your face down. instead, you took a comfortable resting spot on his shoulder, feeling a surge of confidence in your actions due to the revealed contact name.

jongseob’s shoulder stiffened at the bold action, but he tried to calm himself down to not ruin the moment. he looked anywhere else but you, not wanting to be caught blushing a deep red if you were to look at him. he didn’t realize you snuck one more photo in, smiling like a fool at your camera as your head rested on his shoulder.

after about a thirty minute bus ride, you finally were at the stop closest to the venue. you pulled the wired headphones from your ear, jongseob passing you the other pair, and both of you hopped off of the bus to walk to the venue.

you both weren’t particularly keen on getting there super early to be close, so the line wasn’t as long as you thought it would’ve been.

“wait, go ahead,” he says, motioning for you to keep walking without him. and you were going to question why, but then saw that he had his camera in his hand and wanted a shot of you walking to the venue, which had the name of the artist plastered in shining lights above the main entrance way.

he joined you in a couple of seconds, jogging up to your side and excitedly walking up to security to be let in.

you and jongseob were near the back of the pit, but since it was a small place, the view you had of the stage wasn’t that bad.

“this is so cool,” you say, stars in your eyes as you take in the environment. jongseob hums beside you, making sure to stick close to you to not lose you in the crowd. his arm hung loosely off of your shoulder, which made you more inclined to slot yourself into his side.

maybe it was the darker atmosphere and the fact you were in a bigger crowd now, where it was easy to hide away, but the both of you had gotten a boost of confidence in lingering touches.

jongseob didn’t think twice in holding you close to him and you weren’t as secretive in stealing glances his way. he didn’t feel as flustered and embarrassed as he usually did, which made him not think twice in committing to being affectionate with you.

he wishes he was like this all the time. capable of holding eye contact with you without looking away after the first five seconds. capable of looking at your eyes then your lips without feeling himself go red in the face immediately. a couple months deep into this crush of his and sometimes he was still acting like he hasn’t been seeing you everyday, as if he was still just admiring you from afar.

meanwhile, you were loving every second of this. seeing jongseob not hesitate in keeping you close and stare at you, it was infectious.

before you knew it, the main act had came onto the stage and now all of your attention was on them. jongseob’s arm left your shoulder to take a couple of pictures with both his phone and film camera, but he still made sure to be close.

the two of you were singing to your hearts’ content, sometimes breaking out into laughter at how horrid your voices sounded. but you were smiling and laughing together and that was all that mattered. the show went on faster than you both had realized and the singer was now announcing that it would be their final song of the night.

when the first chords played throughout the venue, you instinctively held onto jongseob’s hand and squeezed tight because it was the song you were hoping they were going to play. excitedly you looked at him to see his reaction, wondering if he was waiting for this song as well, but when you turned to him, he was already looking at you.

and you were happy you didn’t have the strength to look away because staring into his eyes as the song played in the background felt as if you were in the middle of a romance movie scene. one of those god awful cheesy scenes where the two love interests have the camera spin around them as they slowly lean in to kiss each other, or some other form of major affection. you almost laughed out loud at the idea of that being you and jongseob. not because it was actually humorous, but because it was so outlandish.

there was no way jongseob liked you back like you liked him.

that contact name on his phone was probably just a coincidence…

you swallowed the lump in your throat and forced yourself to look away from his dark eyes, that were pleadingly looking at you, begging for you to do something. the moment your head turned in the other direction, though, jongseob felt a wave of frustration and immense emotion crash down on him.

it wasn’t fair. he wants to kiss you, tell you how badly he’s fallen in love with you. he doesn’t want to keep sneaking glances at you when all he wants to do is stare at you all day long. and with the way the lights are reflecting on you, the fucking song playing in the background, there’s no reasonable way for jongseob to hold himself back.

he’s so frustrated at himself for harboring such strong emotions for you, but he wouldn’t want it any other way.

so he finally grows the courage to reach out and gently cup your face and force you to look back at him. he doesn’t give himself, or you, a second to properly react as he leans forward and smashes his lips against yours. it’s dramatic, desperate, and borderline aggressive, but it’s what he’s feeling — all those times he’s had to hold himself back from making you his. it was all released in this one kiss.

it took a couple of seconds to realize what was happening. and when you did, you could feel him beginning to pull away. squeezing your eyes shut to really bask in the moment, you brought your hand up to the back of his neck and held him in place, finally kissing him back.

the hand that was once resting on your cheek had now fallen to your waist, bringing you in closer to his person. his fingers were squeezing you so tight, as if he were afraid you’d slip away if his grip loosened even the tiniest bit. you were moving in sync with one another, hungry for that affection you were both restraining from each other before. your arms looped around his neck and you could feel him smile into the kiss at the action. it was infectious because now you were two smiling, kissing fools.

after pulling away, the world around you both was so fuzzy, the song playing being the only thing that you could sense as loud and clear. the both of you were panting from such an intense kiss. his arms were wrapped around your lower half while yours lazily hung off of his shoulders.

“[name], i really, really like you,” he says breathless, “even before you spoke to me, i liked you,” it was shocking to learn how long he had been harboring this crush on you, but you didn’t stop him from going on, “i’ve wanted to kiss you like that for so long,”

a weak bout of laughter was shared between you two and jongseob had to force himself to continue on, “please, give me a chance and be my boyfriend, please,”

you played with the hair at the base of his neck, making him shiver at the sensation while you grinned at him.

“you don’t need to beg for it. i’m already yours, jongseob,” you crash into his chest and he breathes a heavy sigh of relief, holding you tight. the two of you stand like that, rocking back and forth and just taking in the final song — that was now apart of one of your fondest memories.

after it was finished, you both pulled away and shared one more long kiss. it wasn’t as desperate as the first, but you could still feel that longing from him as he eagerly deepened it. the only reason why you two had to pull away was because the rest of the crowd was beginning to move and since you were in the back of the pit, you would’ve been in everyone’s way.

jongseob tightly held your hand as he guided you through the crowd, smiling so wide that his cheeks were hurting. the same could be said for you, too, as you followed him wherever he took you. waiting at the same bus stop wasn’t long and the entire time, you were just staring at each other with permanent smiles on each of your faces.

your hands were still intertwined, even as you sat on the bus.

“so wait, you knew who i was already, and liked me, before i even introduced myself to you?” you asked, grinning on his shoulder as you finally had the quiet environment to ask him about all the details. he blushed at the sudden question, using one hand to hide the bottom of his face.

“do we really have to go through this right now?” he asked, feeling incredibly shy at how close your face was to his (as if you weren’t sucking face a couple minutes ago), especially with that mischievous look in your eyes.

“no, we don’t have to, i just want to hear you talk about it.”

“so, you just want to have your ego boosted?” he teased, playing with your fingers as he smiled in amusement. you clasped your hand around his, chuckling and just resting your head on his shoulder. he leaned on the top of your head, wondering how things worked out so well.

it felt like something out of his dreams.

the man of his dreams was nestled into his side after seeing one of his favorite singers. kissing him during one of his favorite songs, finally making him his boyfriend. jongseob couldn’t help but stare out the window with the widest smile on his face.

taking in his surroundings, he cautiously reached for his film camera on his side. he could tell that halfway through your trip back you had fallen asleep so he wanted to be sure not to wake you as he took the photo. it was cheesy, but he wanted to have something to immortalize this night and the memory of it. he’d never forget it, he knew that for sure, but he wanted a physical token of what has happened and the deep meaning of tonight.

after taking pictures to his heart’s content, he simply leaned his head against yours and waited until you both arrived to your bus stop.

— a couple weeks later

“what do you have there?” you ask, rolling over in bed to look over jongseob’s shoulder.

there was no one home at the moment, so you were being as freely affectionate as you wanted. it had been a couple of weeks since the night of the concert and it has been nothing but perfect since. not only were the two of you finally out of school, making it officially summer (jongseob had passed his math final with flying colors, not to your surprise since he really was so smart).

the window was open, letting in the occasional breeze to cool you two off. but the both of you were laying in your bed, shirtless as you tried basking in as much cold air as possible. jongseob had told you he had something to surprise you with, digging through his bag with his back turned to you.

“i made sure to ask for two copies of each one,” he said, pulling out a thick envelope. your arms were wrapped around his waist, resting flat on his bare stomach and softly stroking up and down. he looked at you with a smile, presenting what was inside with an expectant look on his face.

when you finally realized what it was, you detached yourself from his back in a moment’s notice and took the papers into your hands.

“oh my god, jongseobie,” you gasped, taking in all of the photos your boyfriend had captured on his film camera and looking through them in pure excitement, “wait, i didn’t know you took a picture then,” it was the one of when you were sleeping on his shoulder. you smiled at the memory, fondly looking at your boyfriend and leaning in for a quick peck.

“you’re too handsome i had to,” he compliments, knocking his forehead against yours before pulling away.

“thank you, baby, but so are you — i mean, c’mon, look at you,” you squeeze his cheeks quickly while looking through the rest of the photos of the night. the memories were still vivid in your mind, “i like this one a lot,”

it was before you arrived at the venue, when you were riding the bus there. looking at it on a physical copy now, it was so obvious how deep your affections for each other were. jongseob leaning into your body that was unexplainably close to his, a blush on both of your cheeks, as well as wide grins.

“i love you,” he says quietly, kissing the bare skin of your shoulder several times over before resting his cheek against your warm flesh. you smile at the affection, turning back to face him properly.

it slips off of your tongue so fluently at this point, an easy, “i love you too,” directed to him and only him. and now you’re both smiling at each other like idiots.

— jongseob, who has a crush on you for the longest time and doesn’t know how to act on it. the type to ignore it at first, in hopes of it just dying down so he doesn’t have to worry about it since he already has so much on his plate. but once he realizes he’s in too deep, thinking about you in every passing second, he doesn’t fight against his feelings any longer. he’s content just being aware of them, not seeking for more in fear of rejection or ridicule. but once he knows it’s safe for him to show just how deep his adoration and love for you is, he’ll be as unrestricted as possible in showcasing it to you — eager to show you what he had been withholding.

"in the heat of the summer, you're so different from the rest. you know, you know, you know, oh oh. you know that you should be my boy, oh, yes, you know, oh yes, you know"

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slytherinshua · 1 year ago

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OKAY HEAR ME OUT ITS SO SO BASIC but i crave soul fluff :( imagine playing minecraft with him and i honestly feel like it could go two ways: either extremely cute n cozy OR chaos. mans destroying all of ur stuff.

BUT ALSO IM THINKING imagine just matching his vibe so well and speaking his silly alien language, not really caring about weird looks from others … n he’s just so :( i love him btw

actually yk how soul always makes those minecraft villager noises?? MY BROTHER DID THAT TOO WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER :( so actually this is kinda nostalgic... also i forget if my brothers ever did this to me when we were playing minecraft but i always played on creative anyway cause.... i hated dying 👹 warnings: soul explodes ur house ^_^ a lil cursing. wc: ~600.

“Once we get that flint and steel, we can finally go to the nether!” You said excitedly, making your way back to your house in the Minecraft world you had with your boyfriend, Soul. He loved to play in his free time, and luckily for him, you also enjoyed the game. It was a no-brainer that you two would play together.

You had gotten decently far in your world. You had built a cute little house, with two cats: Kamden and Mackiah. Definitely not named after your boyfriend’s junior group members (yes, yes they were).

You had just finished a very successful mining trip, which was the last thing you needed before you could finally reach the nether. You weren’t sure what your boyfriend was doing in the world; your best guess was either exploring a desert temple or an abandoned shipwreck. He always liked going on dangerous missions.

There was nothing that could ruin your mood, though; everything was going exactly how you wanted.

Until you reached the door of your little house. And immediately you heard a soft little click, and then ensuing explosions.

Oh, you were so going to kill your boyfriend.

“What the fuck did you just do, Haku Shota?” You asked, your eye twitching at the ‘You Died!’ screen on your computer, the score displaying only a couple hundred digits. Your mind thought over what you had in your inventory; 3 diamonds from your mining trip, along with valuable loot from skeletons and zombies you had killed along the way. A nice supply of arrows and an extra bow, your iron tools all needing to be replaced after this.

But what pissed you off the most is your cats. How could he have killed Kamden and Mackiah just like that? Did your boyfriend have no heart?

Soul knew he was partially fucked. It had been Theo’s stupid idea to pull a prank in your minecraft world, anyway. Maybe he could avoid the blame? Then again, he was the one who executed it. Using the skills that he had honed for hours playing the game, making an elaborate explosion completely hidden in your house with ease… just waiting for you to step on the pressure plate.

And while your immediate reaction did make a satisfied and mischievous smile grow on your boyfriend’s face, it soon dropped. You never used his full name. Ever. Not even once. Suddenly Soul was a bit scared. You were going to extract revenge, no doubt. For the diamonds, and the loot, but mostly for the cats.

You put your laptop down, turning towards your boyfriend, staring incredulously at his blank expression. What was going through his little brain behind those thoughtless eyes? Was he enjoying your pain and agony, or was he regretting his actions?

“Theo.” He said suddenly, avoiding eye contact with you.

“Oh hell no. You are not gonna blame Theo for this, baby.” You were back to calling him baby— that was a positive sign. You grabbed his wrist, forcing him to face you as you cupped his cheeks.

“You’re going to rebuild my house, right? And get my cats back. And the diamonds. I want double the original amount. Double the size of the house, 4 cats, 6 diamonds. Got it?” You were determined, but Soul could still tell that you weren’t that upset with him. It barely took more than 5 seconds for you to calm down, especially when it was a harmless prank.

He made a slightly reluctant villager noise in response, agreeing to your terms. You grinned and pecked his lips before giving him one last warning.

“If I don’t get 4 cats then I’m quitting the world.”

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w0rmm1lk · 2 years ago

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Heeeyyy you take requests right??

Bakugou x reader who’s Aizawa’s daughter where it’s reader’s birthday and Bakugou is planning this big surprise for them?? I think it would be super cute loll

sure!

character: Katsuki Bakugo(romantic), Shota Aizawa(Platonic)

reader: Aizawa Fem!child

Summary: bakugo wants to surprise his girlfriend on her birthday— but needs some help. Unfortunately Mina’s help wasn’t enough and he would need to specifically ask aizawa.

warnings: possible ooc, swearing,

other: established relationship, reader is in 1A, takes place during first year.

(I kinda failed at this one I’m so sorry— getting use to writing Fem!reader)

You and bakugo had been dating for about 4 months at this point. It wasn’t that long of a time yet bakugo had already met your parents. Well— that was mainly due to your father being both of your teachers.

bakugo knew your birthday was coming up soon. He would never admit to it but he had multiple reminders on his phone so he wouldn’t forget. It was your first birthday you would spend together while dating… despite that he wanted it to be a birthday for you to remember.

unfortunately for him, you can’t plan a big birthday for someone without help.

“Hey bakugo— what’s with all the staring? It’s kinda creeping me out-“ Denki speaking snapped bakugo out of his thoughts. He sent a glare in his direction. “Shut the hell up dunce face.”

“oooo~ thinkings about Y/N~~?” Minas voice broke through as she sat at the lunch table next to the two. “Tch- as if.” Mina laughed slightly at his response. “On the topic of Y/N, you get her anything for her birthday yet?” Bakugo seemed to freeze up at the question.

“oh my god have you actually not bought anything yet-? That seems weirdly unlike you!” “shut up I- I just want to make sure I buy the right thing.”

“Hmmm~? Then why don’t we help you out later then!” Mine suggested slightly leaning over the table, you could see her eyes sparkle.

“in your dreams! I can do it on my own.” He rolled his eyes, his arms crossed as he was slouched in his seat.

“cmon~~! Just let us tag along!” Mina was leaning so far over the table so her face was right up infront of bakugo. “Cmon man! You should totally let us come with!”

bakugo flinched slightly, he hasn’t even noticed kirishima had sat down beside him. “Ugh fine-! Just shut up already will ya?”

the “searching for a gift for Y/N” didn’t take long to turn into “Mina drags everyone through every store in the damn mall”

the results were— disappointing to say the least.

“ooo-! Let’s get her this necklace!”

“How much money do you think we have?!”

“this shirt is pretty cute-!”

“I’ve seen five seperate people wearing that on the way here- no way.”

“we could just go with the classic chocolates.”

“that’s too basic!”

and so on.

“Damnit— there’s nothing good enough in this shit hole.”

Denki turned to bakugo. “I mean— can we just ask her close friends what she wants? Maybe to get some ideas-?”

“dumbass— we are her close friends. Who the hell are we supposed to ask if none of us have any good ideas?!”

“I mean we could always ask—“

“don’t you dare.”

“cmon man! It’s not like we have much of a choice!”

and this is how bakugo found himself standing outside of the 1A classroom after school had ended. If none of Y/N’s closest friends knew what to buy her— then the next best person to ask was… her dad.

Bakugo hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door. He was met with silence. He rolled his eyes not bothering to knock again as he walked right in.

of course he was met with a yellow sleeping bag on the floor fully zipped up. He let out an annoyed sigh about to leave before he heard the zipper come undone. he looked back to see the sleeping bag nowhere to be found and I aizawa standing in its place.

“what do you need?” Aizawa spoke in his normal monotone yet mildly annoyed voice. “I— I need help with something.”

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, it was unlike bakugo to go to someone for help, especially his teacher. This caused aizawa a small bit of worry but he didn’t show it.

“…with?” Bakugo looked away slightly as if embarrassed to say the next words. “It’s- about Y/N” he could feel aizawa gaze peircing through his skull. Aizawa eyes were glowing a bright red as his hair floated slightly.

“did something happen to her?” Despite asking a question it sounded more like a demand. “No! I just- i Need help with… something….” Aizawa softened his gaze, his hair and eyes returning to normal.

“do you know what kind of things… she likes…?”

“you’ve been dating for how long and you don’t even know what she likes?”

“no-! I- that’s not what I meant! Tch. I mean like— more personal things!”

Bakugo let out an annoyed sigh rolling his eyes. “I don’t even know why I bothered aski—“ “wait.” Bakugo turned back to aizawa. “I have a few things that may be useful.

needless to say— you got basically everything that you could even think of wanting on your birthday, it was a little concerning since you weren’t aware how bakugo learned about all the specific items you wanted, but— you were still happy.

(I am so sorry the end was kinda shit— im so fucking tired lmao)

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allisonbaelfire · 9 months ago

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Amethyst. - PART 21

I stormed out of the training room, my frustration clawing at me like the flames I had just barely contained. The hallways of the agency were eerily quiet, the weight of what had just happened still pressing down on my chest. My feet carried me forward, but my mind was somewhere else—angry, confused, exhausted.

Why is it always him?

Bakugo’s voice had cut through the chaos when even I couldn’t. The thought twisted in my stomach like a knot I couldn’t untangle. I didn’t want to rely on anyone—especially not Bakugo. Yet, somehow, he was the one who always managed to reach me.

I turned a corner and nearly ran straight into him.

Bakugo was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his usual scowl firmly in place. His crimson eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a flicker of that same anger surge back to life.

“You did good,” he muttered, his voice low, almost begrudging.

My steps faltered. Good? My blood boiled at the simplicity of his words. How could he say that like it was nothing? Like I wasn’t hanging on by a thread?

I felt my frustration bubble over. “Why is it always you?” I blurted out, my voice louder than I intended. “Why do you get through to me when I can’t even control myself?”

Bakugo didn’t flinch, his eyes narrowing at me in that infuriating way he had. “Because you’re scared of your own quirk and yourself,” he said bluntly. “And I’m not.”

The words hit like a slap, and for a second, I couldn’t breathe. He said it like it was obvious, like he’d known all along. Anger flared again, hotter this time, mixing with something else—something I couldn’t quite place.

“I’m not scared,” I snapped back, my fists clenching at my sides. “It’s you—ever since you came into my life, I can’t focus! I keep thinking about you and losing control!”

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I froze. I hadn’t meant to say that. Did I really just say that?

Bakugo’s eyes widened just slightly, surprise flickering across his face. Then, just as quickly, his expression hardened again. “Thinking about me, huh?”

My face burned with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean—” I turned away, yanking the door to my room open. “Forget it!” I slammed the door behind me, leaning against it, my heart pounding.

I did NOT just say that.

__________

Best Jeanist’s POV

I watched as Y/N Todoroki stormed out of the training room, her frustration evident in every sharp movement. Her potential was undeniable, but that potential came with a weight—one she wasn’t fully prepared to carry yet. Today’s training had exposed the cracks, not just in her control over her quirk, but in the emotional foundation beneath it. She’s talented, but talent alone is never enough.

Her power is immense, but without emotional mastery, she’s walking a precarious line.

I reached for my phone, scrolling through the contacts until I found the one I needed. Shota Aizawa. He would need to know what transpired today. This isn’t something that could be resolved in a mere week of training.

The phone rang twice before Aizawa’s voice answered, gruff and to the point. “What is it, Tsunagu?”

“Aizawa, I need to discuss Todoroki’s progress. Specifically, the development of her quirk,” I replied, keeping my tone calm but serious. “Today, we saw something I believe she isn’t ready to handle.”

There was a pause on the other end before Aizawa spoke again. “What happened?”

“Her dragon manifested again—fully this time,” I explained. “It’s more than just a quirk manifestation. It’s… primal. And from what I observed, I’m not convinced she was in control of it.”

Silence. I could tell Aizawa was processing the information. When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter, but firm. “I expected something like this might happen. Tell me more.”

I glanced back at the training room, remnants of her quirk still lingering in the air. “Her ice and fire are coming along well—better than I expected. But the dragon… it feeds off something deeper, her emotions. And today, it took over.” I paused for a moment, then added, “It was Bakugo’s intervention that helped her regain control. I’m not sure she could have done it on her own.”

“I understand,” Aizawa replied, his tone thoughtful. “I’ve had another student once who couldn’t gain control over his Quirk until it was too late.”

I didn’t need to say it, but the comparison was there, lingering between us.

“There’s more to this,” I said, my tone shifting slightly. “If she’s going to master that part of herself, she’ll need more than just technical training. She needs time—and guidance.”

“I’ll keep an eye on her when she’s back at U.A.,” Aizawa replied. “But what about the rest of the internship?”

“She’s got a few days left here. I’ll continue to work with her, but the real challenge will begin once she’s back with you. The dragon is more than a quirk—it’s a reflection of her state of mind. Without emotional control, it will continue to control her.”

Aizawa was quiet for a moment before he spoke again. “I’ll be ready.”

I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “Good. She’ll need all the support she can get.”

We ended the call, but I couldn’t shake the weight of the situation. Todoroki’s quirk was powerful, perhaps even more so than her father’s. But it wasn’t just her power that concerned me—it was the emotional struggle that came with it.

A part of me feared that if she didn’t find balance soon, the dragon might consume her. __________

After the shower, I felt the tension ease a bit, though the weight of the day still sat heavily on my shoulders. I dried my hair quickly, pulling on a clean pair of pajamas, and sat at the small desk in my room. The laptop screen flickered to life, and I mindlessly opened up my browser, ready to distract myself.

But just as I was about to click on an episode of Gossip Girl to help unwind, a breaking news headline caught my eye.

Hero Killer: Stain Captured. Endeavor Leads the Charge.

My breath caught in my throat as I clicked on the article. The screen filled with an image that made my heart sink—Endeavor stood tall, victorious, without a scratch on him. But it wasn’t him I focused on. In the background, just behind him, I could see Shoto, Midoriya, and Iida… all bruised and looking utterly exhausted.

Stain—the Hero Killer. He was infamous for targeting pro heroes, claiming they were corrupt and unworthy of their titles. His ideology had spread fear throughout the hero community, his brutal attacks leaving both heroes and civilians on edge. And now, he had been captured.

But at what cost?

My heart twisted with worry.

Without thinking, I grabbed my phone and dialed Shoto. The phone rang, and with every second, the knot in my stomach tightened. He finally picked up after the third ring.

“Y/N?” Shoto’s voice was calm, but there was a heaviness to it that I recognized too well.

“Are you okay?” I asked immediately, my voice sharper than I intended. “I saw a picture of you, Midoriya, and Iida all beaten up—and not a scratch on Father.” The bitterness in my words was hard to hide.

“I’m fine,” Shoto replied, but there was a pause. His answer didn’t ease the tightness in my chest.

I sat there in silence for a moment, my mind replaying the image of them bruised and beaten. I hated that I hadn’t been there. Again. Just like when the villains attacked UA. I was always one step behind.

“I’m at the hospital,” Shoto added quietly.

My stomach twisted with guilt, a familiar feeling I couldn’t shake. Not again. I hadn’t been there to protect him. I hadn’t been there for any of it.

“You couldn’t have prevented it,” Shoto said, his voice softer now, as if he could sense what I was thinking. “I’m okay. The others are too. Don’t worry.”

I exhaled slowly, still unable to shake the guilt completely. Shoto always knew what to say, but that didn’t mean it didn’t still hurt.

“How’s your training going?” Shoto asked after a moment, surprising me with the shift in conversation.

I blinked, caught off guard. Shoto rarely asked about my training, at least not in recent years. I hesitated, unsure of how much to say. “Best Jeanist wanted to test the full extent of my quirk,” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. “Flames… and the dragon.”

“And?”

I let out a heavy sigh. “Fire was okay, but he thinks I controlled the Dragon, but… I don’t think I did. It felt like… I wasn’t in control. Not really.”

There was a brief pause on the other end. “What do you mean?”

Before I could answer, there was a sudden knock at my door, loud and urgent. I turned my head toward the sound, feeling an unsettling tension in the air.

“I have to go,” I said quickly, glancing at the door. “I’ll tell you more when I get home.”

“Alright,” Shoto replied, though his voice was still laced with concern. “Take care, Y/N.”

I hung up and stood, moving toward the door. My mind was still swimming with the weight of the conversation when I opened it.

Standing there, with a scowl on his face and fire in his eyes, was Katsuki Bakugo.

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Bakugo’s POV

I didn’t even wait for her to say anything before I shoved my way into her room, slamming the door behind me. My anger boiled over the second I saw her, but it wasn’t just anger. It was frustration—frustration at her, at myself, at the whole damn day.

“You listen here, you little goddamn extra!” I growled, pointing a finger at her. “You can’t blame me for not being focused, since you first came to UA, you haven’t been focused.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed, and I could see the spark of anger flare up in her. Good. Let her be mad.

“I helped you with that!” I continued, stepping closer, my fists clenching at my sides. “I’m the one who keeps pulling your ass out of the fire, and you still can’t see it!”

“You have no idea who I am or how focused I am!” Y/N shot back, her voice rising as she stepped forward, not backing down.

We were inches apart now, both of us fuming, both of us refusing to give an inch.

“You’re always blaming me for your screw-ups,” I snarled. “But if you wanna blame someone, blame yourself. Because of you, I’m not focused anymore!”

Y/N blinked, the anger in her eyes flickering with confusion. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I didn’t give a hundred percent today!” I shouted, feeling my face grow hotter as the words poured out. “At Jeanist’s training, I wasn’t focused! And it’s your fault because I couldn’t stop thinking about you and your stupid goddamn pajamas and—”

I froze, my words catching in my throat. Shit. I didn’t mean to say that.

My face turned red as I tried to backtrack, but the damage was already done.

Y/N’s POV

I stared at him, completely dumbfounded. Did he just… say what I thought he said?

Bakugo’s face was flushed, and for the first time, he looked like he didn’t know what to do with himself. He had blurted out the truth without thinking, and now he was caught.

I opened my mouth to say something, but the words didn’t come. My face was burning, and my heart was racing a mile a minute.

Without thinking, I turned on my heel and stormed back toward the door. My hands were trembling, and my mind was racing, but I needed an out. I needed to get away from this conversation—away from him.

I yanked the door open, fully prepared to leave, but Bakugo’s voice stopped me in my tracks.

“Don’t walk away,” he growled, frustration thick in his voice. “Not again.”

I froze, his words hitting harder than I expected. Slowly, I turned to face him, my hand still gripping the doorknob.

“I’m not—” I began, but the words caught in my throat. The tension between us was suffocating, and the heat of my embarrassment mixed with the anger swirling in my chest.

Bakugo stepped closer, his voice lowering just a bit. “You think you’re the only one who’s pissed off? The only one dealing with this?”

My breath hitched as I met his gaze. His usual sharp, fiery eyes held something else—something I couldn’t quite place. He wasn’t just angry. There was something more beneath the surface.

“Bakugo, I—” I started, but I couldn’t finish. My heart was racing too fast, my thoughts too scattered.

“You drive me crazy,” he muttered, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “But you’ve also been the only thing I can’t stop thinking about. And it’s screwing with me.”

My eyes widened as his words sank in, the truth in them cutting through the chaos in my head. I felt my face grow even hotter, but before I could respond, Bakugo took a step back, his usual scowl returning in full force.

“Tch. Forget it,” he snapped, turning toward the door. “You’re too much of a pain in the ass anyway.”

Before I could say anything, Bakugo stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The echo of it vibrated through the air, but all I could hear was the pounding of my own heart.

What the hell just happened?

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The door slammed shut behind Bakugo, but it didn’t stop the storm inside my head. His words echoed, louder than anything else in the room.

You’ve been the only thing I can’t stop thinking about. And it’s screwing with me.

My heart hammered in my chest, and I was rooted in place, staring at the door like it held the answers to the chaos Bakugo had left behind. He was always like this, breaking down walls I didn’t even know I had built, leaving me more confused than ever.

I groaned, running my hands through my hair, trying to clear my head. Why did I say that? Why did I tell him I’ve been thinking about him?

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. I was supposed to be in control, of myself, of my quirk, of everything. But ever since Bakugo showed up in my life, control was the last thing I had. And now, after everything we just said to each other, I didn’t even know what to think anymore.

I sank down onto the edge of the bed, my mind spinning in a dozen different directions. Bakugo had always gotten under my skin, his bluntness, his temper—everything about him irritated me. But there was also something else there, something I didn’t want to admit. Maybe it was why his words hit so hard. Maybe it was why he could calm me down when no one else could.

I felt a flush crawl up my neck again as I replayed his words in my head. You’re too much of a pain in the ass anyway.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw something. I wanted to march back out into the hall and demand he explain himself. But I didn’t. Instead, I buried my face in my hands and let out a frustrated sigh.

I stayed on the bed for what felt like hours, my mind drifting back and forth between everything that had happened today—Shoto’s voice on the phone, Bakugo’s infuriating words, the overwhelming chaos of my quirk.

Shoto had been fighting Stain, and I hadn’t been there to protect him. Again. It was like I was always just a step too far away, unable to help when it really mattered.

I sighed, leaning back against the pillows and staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t keep doing this. I couldn’t keep feeling like I was failing everyone around me—Shoto, Bakugo, even myself.

Rolling over, I grabbed my laptop and opened it, hoping that distracting myself would be enough to make me fall asleep. I clicked back to the episode of Gossip Girl I had been watching earlier, hoping it would calm my nerves. But even as the familiar drama unfolded on the screen, my mind refused to settle. My thoughts kept drifting back to Bakugo, to the way he looked at me, to the words he had blurted out before storming off.

You’ve been the only thing I can’t stop thinking about.

I groaned, shutting the laptop. After a few restless hours, I knew sleep wouldn’t come, no matter how much I wanted it to. I missed the feeling of last night—of falling asleep in Bakugo’s arms. No, I told myself. I can’t think about that.

But the more I tried to push it away, the more I wanted it back. The warmth, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the way I felt safe for the first time in what felt like forever.

I sat up, glancing at the clock. It was late, way too late to do what I was thinking about doing. But the thought was already planted in my mind, and before I knew it, I was grabbing my laptop and padding quietly toward Bakugo’s room.

I hesitated for a moment outside his door, my hand hovering just inches away from knocking. What am I doing? I asked myself, doubt creeping in. He’s probably asleep. I was about to turn around and head back to my own room when the door creaked open.

Bakugo stood in the doorway, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at me, my pajamas rumpled, and my laptop tucked under my arm.

“What the hell do you want?” His voice was gruff, but there was no real bite behind it.

I opened my mouth, trying to find the right words, but nothing came out. Instead, I just stood there, staring up at him like an idiot.

He didn’t say anything else. Instead, he stepped back and opened the door wider, letting me in without a word.

I hesitated for only a second before walking inside. His room was dimly lit, and he moved back to his bed, sliding under the covers as if this was the most normal thing in the world. I watched as he adjusted the blanket, opening it slightly, silently inviting me to join him.

My heart pounded in my chest, but I followed his lead, crawling into the bed next to him. The moment I lay down, Bakugo grabbed the laptop from me, resting it on his stomach and turning me to face him, pulling me into his arms.

For a second, I stiffened, unsure of what to do, but the warmth of his body and the steady rise and fall of his breathing melted away my anxiety. I relaxed against him, my head resting on his chest as he clicked play on the episode of Gossip Girl we had started last night.

The sound of the show played in the background, but I barely registered it. My mind was too busy processing the fact that I was lying here, in Bakugo’s arms, for the second night in a row.

Before I knew it, sleep began to creep in, my eyelids growing heavy. I was drifting off, wrapped in the warmth and safety of his presence, when I heard him mutter softly, almost too quiet to catch.

“Damn, Frostburn, you drive me nuts.”

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natsuslover · 1 year ago

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ur account is so cutee !!

do you have any erasermic headcanons? (*^^*)♡

aww tysm! 🫶

and ofc i have erasermic headcanons they’re so chaotic i love them so much. i didn’t know if u wanted platonic or romantic so i just wrote platonic bc i have more hcs for that 😭😭

ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic erasermic headcanons ੈ✩‧₊˚

notes— i’m rewatching mha rn so i’m actually really excited to write all these mha headcanons

ft. shota aizawa, present mic (idk his real name)

warnings: very light spoiler in one of them i think

present mic gossips about the students ALL. THE. TIME. (mostly complaining or like random tidbits of tea but it’s harmless) to aizawa but he doesn’t really pay attention lmao.

except from time to time when mic says something that’s so clearly not the truth and aizawa just has to correct him.

when mic asks aizawa how he knows so much about the students aizawa’s like “they just tell me” which gets mic somewhat ticked off because the students never go to him for anything lol.

when aizawa’s teaching class present mic just randomly pops in from time to time to “shake things up”

he blatantly interrupts the lecture and goes up to the podium and gets all sentimental while dramatically retelling the students stories of his and aizawa’s high school days.

meanwhile aizawa just whips out his sleeping bag and uses the time to take a much needed nap.

really i think present mic does that on purpose because he KNOWS aizawa doesn’t sleep enough so it’s his own way of caring.

both of them just sit and reminisce about their high school days every once in a while because they want to remember the good things about shirakumo :(

aizawa’s not the most sentimental person (at least he doesn’t show that side very much) so present mic is one of the only people who gets to see aizawa when he’s really emotional.

they’re literally the grumpy x sunshine, golden retriever x black cat, opposites attract trope.

aizawa always pretends to be annoyed or exhausted by mic’s presence but everyone knows that’s not true.

despite acting like he doesn’t care he’s actually really appreciative of present mics friendship.

aizawa often goes through tough times with all his students (especially izuku, shoto, and katsuki) getting dragged into situations because he cares and worries about them, and present mic is there cheer him up and reassure him that everything will be fine.

present mic has a really optimistic outlook on life which usually uplifts aizawa’s pessimistic attitude.

whenever it comes to lesson plans both of them help each other out to the best of their abilities because neither of them enjoy planning stuff out.

honestly, i feel like even though they were friends in high school, their bond truly got stronger when they started teaching and because of their students.

random but one time in high school present mic dyed aizawa’s hair blond while he was sleeping at a slumber party.

the next morning aizawa woke up to mic’s relentless giggling, looked in the mirror, and was too tired to even care his hair was yellow lmao. he just looked at mic like “seriously dude?” and continued to wash his face.

but when present mic looked in the mirror he noticed that aizawa lowkey looked better than him in his signature hair color and immediately ran to the store to find black hair dye to dye it back.

after all, there’s no way he’d live it down if aizawa started pulling more girls than him…

unbeknownst to everyone else, aizawa and mic have super smash bros competitions every weekend (mic’s idea obviously)

aizawa wins

every time lmao

mic gets super pissed off about it because aizawa’s not even trying like 95% of the time and he’s STILL unbeatable.

present mic hates olives and aizawa doesn’t mind them, so whenever they get food with olives in it, mic spends time picking out EVERY olive and puts them in aizawa’s food.

they both like spicy food but while present mic is huffing and puffing and hakahajcahak-ing through his food, aizawa doesn’t even have a single drop of sweat on his face.

whenever they want to skip a teacher meeting, they use each other as excuses.

like “oh shit mic just uh… fell off a mountain i have to go help him brb” or “damn looks like eraser broke his foot gotta go check!”

they’re both dedicated teachers but sometimes those meetings can get sooo tedious.

aizawa often has to help present much grocery shop even at his grown age because man does NOT know how to shop like an adult lmao.

aizawa’s telling mic how he needs more onions because he ran out but in a split second the entire cart is filled with an entire year’s worth of snacks and junk food.

one glare from aizawa and poor present mic is putting back every single food item that he got lol.

mic is without a doubt the yapper of the duo.

like bro doesn’t know when to shut up and aizawa just goes along with it because that means he doesn’t have to talk as much.

actually aizawa’s like zoned out the whole time but present mic doesn’t really care he just likes that he can talk without interruption.

both of them are such opposites it just works out somehow and i really love that for them.

ok so this is really rushed and def not my best work but my brain is so fried rn i can’t think of anything so i hope this works 😭 i’ll definitely do more erasermic hcs later on when i can actually think tho.

#mha headcanons #mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #shota aizawa #eraserhead #present mic #erasermic #aizawa headcanons #anime #mha anime

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animesandi · 4 months ago

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MY FAV CHARACTERS IN 1A CLASS ~~

KATSUKI BAKUGO : Do I really need to explain? I mean, he's everything i need and want, a friend, a rival, an enemy, a lover, a classmates!!! His personality is incredible, and his character development is just amazing!!! I love Horikoshi for having created him that way, and didn't take the prototype as the real Katsuki!!

IZUKU MIDORIYA :

Again, do I need to explain? He's the main character, a cinnamon roll, a cutie patootie, a sunshine, he's my everything!! His character development is also pretty good, even if most people find him annoying because of how much the anime talks about his past and not others' past. But he's still one of my fav!!!

MINA ASHIDO and TORU HAGAKURE :

Both are close friends, and are literally those hyped, energetic and cute girls who everyone needs as their friends, especially introvert people! And as an introvert person, I need Mina and Toru as my friends! I can't stop thinking that days with her would be tiring, but actually more exciting and thrilling than my normal days!! Their energy and personality are perfect!!!

MASHIRAO OJIRO :

This character from class 1A is one of the most underrated, but I don't understand why at all!! His funny, kind, caring, and actually has a good quirk! I did martial art (Taekwondo and Judo) and seeing a character in MHA doing martial art and saying it, it literally makes me relate! Love Him So Much!!!

JIRO KYOKA :

Do I need to explain myself? This girl is literally my type of human!! I love how she's always so carefree and cool, and her blushing is sooooo cute!! The way she can play many instrument and knows singing is just making me fall!! I love people who plays many instruments (virtuosos), and she's literally one!!!

SHOTO TODOROKI :

Probably many people and fan relate to him because of his Daddy Issues, like I also do. But can you blame me? I don't think, so. I have daddy issues since a while now, probably since my little sister is born. I would like to have Shoto's confidence and boldness when he argues or talk back to his father, because I just can't talk back like he does… That's why he's in this list!!!

HITOSHI SHINSOU and SHOTA AIZAWA :

Hitoshi's character development and the fact that he'll be in class 2 instead of Aoyama because he felt like he wasn't deserving to stay at UA since he was traitor is literally the best thing that could happen after war against All For One and the League of Villains!! The fact that certainly and probably do insomnias is making me relate (again) to him, because I have sleeping troubles TwT

Aizawa is like a father for the whole class 1A, but especially Shinso (and a tiny bit Izuku), and I love him. He doesn't show anything of his real feelings, but he's deeply affected by the fact that Kurogiri was actually Oboro and all this stuff, that his students might suffer, that his friends could be hurt, and I just love it!!!

TAMAKI AMAJIKI :

He's the complete and right description of me. I relate to him so much, since I'm literally him. I'm anxious socially, depressed, introvert and I like staying and being at home, even if I look all extrovert and energetic on social medias! I feel quickly stressed and anxious when all attention is on me, and I can't help but relate to him soooooo much!

KEIGO TAKAMI (HAWKS) :

Keigo is the type of man who could do anything for his beloved. Do I need to say more about him?? His character development is also so good, and the way he talked to Lady Nagant is just so reassuring and comforting!!! I want, no, I need a friend like him!!

That's all the characters I love and without them, well, My Hero Academia won't be the same!

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whatsa-bi-as · 1 year ago

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first time

GN!reader x Haku Shota (Soul)

song; first time - Hozier

plot; a young couple talks about whether it would be worth trying again to make a relationship work

genre; angst

warning; none - let me know if I've missed any

word count; 1.4K

networks; @kflixnet and @k-labels

proofread; by the wonderful @gyumibear go check them out they've been a lot of help!!

a/n; I'm thinking of doing some stuff inspired by songs and this was kind of a test run :)

masterlist is here

“Do you think that this could have worked? You and me?”

It was a risky question, but one you hadn’t been able to get out of your head for weeks. It was eating you up inside, and if you didn’t ask it now, you probably never would. The silence that followed filled the air around the both of you and it was deafening.

“I don’t know. I mean, we tried. We tried twice, and Keeho always says 'third times the charm'. So maybe we would, maybe we wouldn’t.”

This was your ex-boyfriend, but your first love. This was the boy you had loved with all your heart, the boy you had watched grow into who he is now, the boy you had always supported with everything you could give.

“One of my mates tells me about this philosophical idea she read about. She thinks it’s just to make people have hope that things could have turned out differently. It’s the idea that there are different versions of people in different universes. ”

He smiled, but he didn’t say anything. He just let you keep talking and listened to you, like he always had, whether you were together or not.

“Which means that in one universe there's a version of us that never met, in another you were always my best friend but nothing more, and in some far off universe it worked out the first time. We never had to wonder if it would work because we… we knew we’d be together forever.”

“So we’re in the one where we tried, but it never happened.”

“Pretty much, yeah. That sucks, doesn’t it. Out of all the universes to be in, we got this one.”

He took a second to think about it. The idea of alternate universes was a lot to take in, especially when it was randomly presented to you late on a Wednesday night.

“What do you think we’re like in that last universe, the one where we never broke up? Do you think we call each other every night and put our beds together in Minecraft?”

You couldn’t quite tell if he was joking or not, but that was typical of him, always trying to make you laugh, even in the middle of a semi-serious conversation. Once he told you that he did that because he thought your smile was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and deep down you still hoped that was the case.

“I like to imagine that we’re planning our future. I’m stressed about university applications and you're telling me to relax, that I’ll be fine. We’re also bickering over what colour the rug should be in the living room because you think it's the perfect shade, but I am convinced that it’s too dark for the colour palette we chose.”

“If we would bicker over anything, it would be over what mugs we have on the side and which ones go in the cupboard. You want the ones we use everyday to be on display and I think that glass ones would go better with the decor."

You could picture that argument, and try as hard as you might that one did make you laugh.

“That's the only right answer! It’s not only practical, but a house isn’t a home unless you add some personality to it, and what better way to do that than with mugs!”

“I guess one thing that doesn’t change between that universe and this one is that I know you better than you know yourself.”

The wind was not the only thing that sent a shiver down your spine. It was the fact that he was right, this boy could read you like a book, you didn’t have to say anything for him to know that you were upset, or happy, or stressed, just anything. He always knew exactly what to say or do, and although you used to love that about him, now it just leaves a bittersweet taste in your mouth.

“It's way too cold for us to be out this late.” He stood up and held out a hand to help you up. “Let’s get you home.”

“Do we have to go just yet?”

This night felt perfect. It was like a bubble had formed over the two of you, blocking out any fear and anxiety, but you knew that the moment you walked through your front door, you’d have to deal with all of it.

“You hate the cold. I’m honestly surprised you’ve lasted this long without complaining.”

You just looked up at him silently pleading for him to say no. For him to sit next to you again.

“We can walk slowly, but it’s late, it’s dark and it’s cold, so I’m walking you home whether you like it or not. And I’m not taking no for an answer, so..."

This was a situation you’ve been in before. He's not going to give in. You wouldn’t either if it was the other way around, so you take a deep breath and take his hand. The feeling sends a sense of nostalgia and hope deep into your soul. There's something about holding his hand that just feels right, like it was made to fit in yours.

The walk starts off in silence, the previous conversation soaking in like winter rain into a jumper. It was comfortable but as you got closer to your house and the seconds began to tick away, there was so much that you had to say, but so little time.

Passing the bench where you spent plenty of late nights when you first started dating you just let it out. All the things you'd been meaning to say over the last few years came out all at once.

“I did love you, you know. Sometimes it's hard for me to realise that I love people because in some ways it just comes so naturally. I know I love my family and my friends, because I mean that's a given, but when it comes to like, romantic love, that's a bit harder to realise. I don’t think I truly realised I loved you until I knew it would never be the same again. You’d never put your arm around me while we talk to our friends, you'd never pick me up for late night snack runs, or send me stupid pictures when I’m having a bad day, and I really, really miss that. I miss you.”

“You love me?”

“I did.”

“Do you still love me?”

“I think a part of me always will. You were my first love. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you completely.”

“You were my first love too.”

You had reached your front door. The night was over. You had said everything you wanted to say, so nothing should really stop you back from going inside. You weren’t together, in theory you owed him nothing.

In reality, this boy was the first one to hold your heart in his hands and try his hardest not to let it break. He was your first love and it felt impossible to leave him. His hand in yours warmed your heart more than any blanket ever could. It just felt right to be with him, but you had to leave. This doesn’t work and as painful as it is, you just have to admit it. It would be for the best if you could find the strength to turn away.

Instead, you just look at him, admiring how his eyes shine like the stars, how he’s so young but already has laugh lines, and he doesn’t care because it means he’s lived a happy life. He was perfect, and the fact that it wasn’t meant to be broke your heart into smaller and smaller pieces every time you thought about it.

He was the one who broke the silence first.

“Can I kiss you? One last time to say goodbye?”

“Yes. Yes, you can.”

Breaking apart neither of you really knew what to say. You were both so different from the people you were when you first met, but the moment after you broke away it was as if nothing had changed. You were back to being those nervous kids again, whose cheeks got warm every time you held hands because it was all so new.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Shota.”

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