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clare141312 · 2 months ago

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MHA X READER WITH ATOM EVE´S POWERS

Words: 3,735 Warning: cursing

Chapter 4

The day goes by pretty normally: English with Present Mic, math with Ectoplasm, and literature with Cementoss. Now, it’s finally time for lunch, and I’m with Jirou, Yaoyorozu, and Mina. We all stand in line, chatting. “I still can’t believe Lunch Rush is the school chef,” Jirou says, shaking her head. “I know, right!?” Mina exclaims, practically bouncing with excitement as she gestures wildly.

“Well, having top heroes as our teachers does suit U.A. perfectly,” Yaoyorozu adds calmly as we move closer to the front of the line.

I smile, thinking back on my first impression of Yaoyorozu. At first, I thought she was just a typical, stuck-up rich girl, but she’s actually really sweet and caring. In fact, she’s kind of like the mom of our group.

We grab our food and find a table to sit at. As soon as we settle in, we pick up our conversation right where we left off.

“I can’t wait to meet All Might,” I say, smiling. “He was one of my favourite heroes growing up. “

That sets us off, and soon we’re all excitedly sharing stories and gushing about our favourite heroes from childhood. Soon lunch ends and we go to class. Now we have basic hero training.

"I am... coming through the door like a hero!" All Might announces grandly, and everyone in the room sounds super impressed. I must admit, I’m just as excited as everyone else seeing him in person feels surreal. But when I take a closer look at All Might and examine his genetic material, I notice something strange—his quirk genes are identical to Midoriya's. Could they be father and son? No, stop thinking about it. He also appears to be injured.

"So, he is a teacher here, this year is going to be totally awesome!" Kirishima holds up a fist excitedly.

"Hey, look. Is he wearing his Silver Age costume?" Tsuyu askes looking at the costume as he marches in.

"I'm getting goosebumps, it's so retro." Ojiro voices.

"Welcome to the most important class at U.A. High. Think of it as "Hero-ing 101." Here, you will learn the basics of being a pro. And what it means to fight in the name of good! Let's get into it. Today's lesson will pull no punches!" All Might announces showing a card with battle written on it.

"Fight in the name of good." I wonder if All Might truly believes in the concept of good and evil. The idea that good and evil exist feels like a delusion to me. Not everything is simply black and white. How would one even define what is truly good or evil? At what point does a good deed cross the line into something harmful? I wish I could ask him these questions, but I don't want to come off as a troublemaker or make him dislike me. I think for a long while, lost in my thoughts, but Bakugo’s voice suddenly snaps me out of it.

“Fight Training!" Bakugo enthused.

"Real combat?" Izuku askes surprised.

"But one of the keys of being a hero is... Looking good! These were designed for you based on your Quirk registration forms and the requests you sent in before school started." All Might announces as the panels in the wall pull out revealing numbered cases. "Get yourself suited up and then meet me at Training Ground Beta!"

We all head to the locker rooms to change. The girls' locker room is filled with chatter and excitement. As we step out onto the training grounds, we hear All Might's voice.

"They say that clothes make the Pros, you ladies and gentlemen, and behold, you are the proof! Take this to heart, from now on you are all... Heroes in training! This is getting me all ramped up. You look so cool! Now, shall we get started, you bunch of newbies?"

The clothing allowance. Before we enrolled in U.A. we submitted our Quirk registration forms, which included physical measurements and any desired costume designs to an exclusive clothing company designated by the school. With all that info, they created state-of-the-art costumes for us.

This is My Suit:

I walk over to Midoriya. “Hey, your costume is a tribute to All Might, right? You look like a super cute bunny in it,” I say, and he starts to blush, quickly denying that he looks cute.

“It is a tribute to All Might and I—” He’s cut off by Bakugo.

“Hey nerd, you better pray that they don´t make us fight against each other,” Bakugo says as he walks off.

“What is his problem?!” I ask, furious on Midoriya’s behalf and ready to confront Bakugo.

“He’s always been like that since we were kids. Please don’t start a fight because of his comments,” Midoriya says timidly.

“Wait, you guys were childhood friends? And even if he was, that doesn’t mean he gets to treat you like that!” I yell, then realize I’ve raised my voice and quickly apologize. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you. Sometimes I get really opinionated and speak without thinking. I’m trying to work on that, and anyway, it’s none of my business.”

“No, you have it all wrong. Thank you for being angry for me. Besides, trying to get justice for people is what a hero does,” he says with an adorable smile. “And I’ve been meaning to ask, what’s your quirk?”

“Oh, my quirk is Subatomic Manipulation. It allows me to sense and alter matter and energy at the sub-atomic level, but it drains the fat and nutrients in my body,” I explain.

He starts scribbling in his notebook, muttering about the potential of my quirk. “What have you got there?” I ask, curious.

“Oh, it’s my hero analysis notebook,” he replies, showing me the notes he’s taken about our classmates. We chat a little longer before I leave.

"Whoa, your costume is super cute!" Mina says, adjusting her own suit.

"Thanks! Yours is great too—it has a retro vibe," I reply, turning to face All Might.

"Sir," Iida raises his hand in his hero suit, which completely covers him, "this is the fake city from our entrance exam. Does that mean we’ll be conducting urban battles again?" he asks.

"Not quite." All Might holds up two fingers like he's making a peace sign. "I’m moving you two steps ahead. Most of the villain fights you see on the news happen outside, but statistically, run-ins with the most dastardly evildoers actually happen indoors. Think about it: backroom deals, home invasions, secret underground lairs. Truly cunning criminals hide in the shadows. For this exercise, you’ll be split into teams of heroes and villains."

"Isn't this a bit advanced?" Tsuyu asks.

"The best training happens on the battlefield! But remember, you can't just punch a robot this time. You’re dealing with actual people now," All Might points out.

"Sir, will you be the one deciding who wins?" Momo Yaoyorozu asks.

"How much can we hurt the other team?" Bakugo demands.

"Do we need to worry about the losers getting expelled, like earlier?" Uraraka asks nervously.

"Will you be splitting us up based on chance or comparative skill?" Iida suggests.

"Isn't this cape très chic?" Yuga Aoyama comments.

"I wasn't finished talking!" All Might interrupts, though I think they’re all fair questions. I’m starting to notice our class doesn’t have much regard for raising hands or waiting to speak.

"Listen up," All Might continues, "The situation is this: The villains have hidden a nuclear missile somewhere in their hideout. The heroes must try to foil their plans. To do that, the good guys either must catch the evildoers or recover the weapon. Likewise, the bad guys succeed if they protect their payload or capture the heroes. Time is limited, and we'll choose teams by drawing lots!" All Might holds up a box.

"Isn't there a better way?" Iida questions.

"Think about it! Pros often have to team up with heroes from other agencies on the spot, so maybe that's the reason we're seeing that here," Izuku suggests.

"Yes, I see. Life is a random series of events. Excuse my rudeness." Iida bows, and All Might turns away from us.

"No sweat. Let's draw!" All Might says. I draw “I”team and see that I’ll be teaming up with Mashiro Ojiro, whose Quirk is his impressive tail.

"I declare that the first teams to fight will be..." All Might begins as he reaches into two boxes—one marked "Villains" and the other "Heroes"—and pulls out names. "These guys!" he announces. "Team D for villains: Bakugo and Iida, versus Team A: Uraraka and Midoriya as the heroes. Everyone else can head to the monitoring room to watch," All Might instructs.

"Yes, sir!" We all respond in unison. It´s little moments like these that make feel like I´m truly a part of this class. I watch the monitors as the battle begins, squeezing my hands together as Bakugo attacks, coming out of nowhere. Midoriya dodges, his mask shattering as he tackles Uraraka out of the way of the attack.

"He almost got the jump on them," Mineta remarks.

"A sneak attack, Bakugo? What kind of man pulls cheap moves like that?" Kirishima complains, clenching his fist and punching his other hand. “There is nothing as dishonourable in a real fight.” I tell Kirishima.

"It's a smart strategy. He’s playing the part, acting like a true villain," All Might suggests.

"It didn’t work! Midoriya dodged him!" Mina cheers.

"Look, there he goes!" Denki points out as Bakugo charges at Midoriya. Bakugo yells, swinging his right arm, but Midoriya rushes in and grabs it. Uraraka cheers as Midoriya flips Bakugo over his shoulder, slamming him onto his back. I watch in awe, amazed at the display.

"Hey, who’s Bakugo talking to? I can’t hear anything. Can we get some sound on this video?" Kirishima asks.

"He’s got a radio in his ear so he can communicate with his partner. I gave it to him before the match started, along with a map of the building. Also, this." All Might explains, pulling out a roll of tape. "A roll of capture tape! And now they’re out for the rest of the game."

"So, there’s a 15-minute time limit, and the good guys have no idea which floor the nuclear weapon is hidden on, right?" Mina adds.

"Correct!" All Might agrees.

"Then the heroes are clearly at a disadvantage here. A big one!" Mina points out.

"Real pros have to outwit villains on a daily basis. That’s life. Even when the odds aren’t in our favour, we fight! All together!" All Might exclaims, raising his hand.

"Let’s hear a Plus Ultra!" we all shout.

"Monsieur, he's on the move," Aoyama points out, watching the screens as Bakugo charges at Midoriya again. Uraraka is likely off to find Iida while Midoriya uses the capture tape to catch one of Bakugo's wrists. Bakugo turns and tries to kick at Midoriya midair with an explosion, but Izuku dodges once more.

"The little guy's really good!" Sato says, clenching his fist.

"He's holding his own, and he hasn’t even used his quirk yet!" Sero adds. "Probably because he breaks his bones every time, he uses it," I reply.

“It can’t last. Even if Izuku uses his knowledge of Bakugo´s moves to predict what he’ll do, Bakugo´s already adapting to that knowledge. He may seem impulsive, but that’s because he thinks so quickly. The second he breaks from his pattern, Midoriya won’t be able to react fast enough in close quarters to avoid the explosions. He’ll seek distance,” I say, and as I do, Midoriya turns and starts to run. For once me being nosy and liking watching people has come in handy.

“That guy has some real anger issues. Kinda scary,” Kaminari voices.

"I said Midoriya would seek distance, but I never said distance would work." I warn, and as Midoriya steps out, everyone turns back to the screens. We watch as Bakugo lifts his arm, pulling back on the trigger, revealing a pin.

"Young Bakugo! Don't do it! You'll kill him!" All Might yells, but Bakugo ignores him that little shit, pulling the pin. The explosion erupts, destroying the hall and shaking the entire exterior of the building, even rattling the viewing room where we’re watching.

"Whoa, this is nuts," Kirishima says, clearly amazed.

"Come on, come on, Midoriya!" All Might calls out.

"How the hell did he do that?" Mina asks, her voice filled with confusion.

"Nitro-glycerine. Bakugo sweats it, and the gauntlets are designed to store his sweat. His quirk sparks the sweat, so the more nitro sweat he has, the bigger the explosion," I explain.

Everyone looks at me strangely, so I quickly continue my analysis. "Midoriya showed me his hero analysis notebook. There were several pages with information about Bakugo and his quirk. And his costume has gauntlets on his arms. At first, it seems like a stylistic choice, but he doesn’t seem like the type if you look closer, you can see some that it is kind of storing device. This is how I came to my conclusion."

Wow, when I say it out loud, I sound so smart. But this was just a lucky guess. I really hope they don’t think I’m some kind of genius and start asking me questions. I can’t handle these kinds of expectations. “How Smart,” Yayorozu Complements.

"Sir, isn't this getting out of hand? Bakugo is acting insane! He's going to kill him!" Kirishima voices, worried.

"Bakugo, use that stored-up power again, and I’ll stop this fight. Your team will lose," All Might warns. "To use such a powerful attack indoors is risking the destruction of the very stronghold you’re supposed to be protecting. That’s poor strategy, whether you’re a hero or a villain. The penalty would be a massive loss of points."

Bakugo screams, flying at Midoriya. Midoriya closes his eyes, bracing for the impact, but then Bakugo suddenly faints, changing trajectory midair. He flies over Midoriya, blasting him in the back with an explosion.

"What was that move?" Kirishima asks, confused.

"He doesn't seem like the type to strategize, but he's actually quite intelligent," Todoroki says calmly.

"What do you mean?" Kirishima responds, still puzzled.

"He changed his trajectory mid-air using a blast that doubled as a smokescreen. Very clever," Todoroki explains.

"A feint like that requires extreme precision. He had to calculate the physics and show control over his Quirk," Yayorozu adds. So, he really is smart after all.

"Ugh, Bakugo is so talented. I hate it," Kaminari complains as Bakugo punches Midoriya in the back, then grabs his arm, throwing him over his shoulder and slamming him into the ground, just like Izuku did to him earlier.

"This is hard to watch. All he has to do is wrap tape around him, not beat him to a pulp," Mina complains.

"Bakugo’s definitely acting more like a villain," Tokoyami suggests. "I thought Midoriya was pretty amazing at the start of the fight, but he’s completely outmatched when it comes to combat power. Not to mention, Bakugo seems like a natural at all this," Kaminari voices, and I frown as Midoriya gets up and crawls—then runs toward the wall.

"He’s running away," Mina voices, shocked.

"Not very manly, but he doesn’t have a choice. He’s outgunned. Unless he’s got some kind of plan. It’s possible..." Kirishima suggests. Bakugo keeps marching toward him, and then Midoriya suddenly runs at Bakugo, his arm glowing.

"They're gonna kill each other, sir!" Kirishima yells.

"Both of you, stop!" All Might calls into the mic. Midoriya´s hand changes direction mid-air, punching upward just as Bakugo blasts him. The force of the explosion shatters the building, sending shockwaves through the entire structure. In the chaos, Uraraka uses the blast to propel debris at Ida, quickly reaching the weapon and touching it. The timer hits zero, and we all stare in shock.

“You did it. The hero Team wins!” All Might announces. Damm that was Intense.

"Your indoor combat training is over! The Hero Team wins!" All Might cheers.

"What a weird way for this to end. The losers are practically untouched, and the winners are both on the ground," Kaminari points out.

"How does the old saying go? They may have lost the battle, but they won the war," Tokoyami quotes.

"This class is intense," Tsuyu adds.

"Well, despite the results, the MVP of this exercise is young Iida," All Might suggests.

"Uh, that's weird," Kaminari complains.

"Shouldn't it be one of the heroes instead, since they’re the winners?" Tsuyu points out.

"Mm! Valid question. Why didn’t I choose one of those two?" All Might asks, raising his hand.

"Sir! I can tell you why! Iida embraced this challenge. He was the only one who truly adapted to his assigned role one who truly a Momo informed raising her hand, "I'll explain. Bakugo's judgment was clouded by a personal grudge against Midoriya. As you pointed out earlier, launching a large-scale attack indoors was a foolish move. It could have been disastrous Similarly, Midoriya's plan was also poorly thought out, considering the amount of damage that he received, he rendered himself helpless. Not smart. As for Uraraka... She let her guard down mid-battle, and her final attack was much too reckless given the hypothetical stakes. If she'd treated the fake as though it were real, she never would've risked using such an imprecise move. Iida was fully prepared for his s opponent's arrival. arrival He had a strategy and never lost s sight of his mission to protect the dummy weapon, even if he was foiled in the end. Technically, the hero team won, yes, but they took advantage of the fact that this was training, they didn't respect the spirit of the trail." Momo explained and then looked at All Might.

"Yes, well, you missed a few things. Young Iida could have relaxed a bit more during the exercise, but other than that, you nailed it!" All Might says, giving her a thumbs up.

"One should always start with the basics and devote themselves wholeheartedly to learning. That's the only real way to become a top hero," Yaoyorozu explains.

"Now, then. Time to move on. Let's get to the next match! Think about everything we saw and discussed as you approach this training for yourselves," All Might orders.

"Yes, sir!" we all respond in unison.

After the first match ended, it was now my teams turn.

"Match two! Team B will be our heroes, and Team I will be the villains!" All Might announces as we stretch.

"Ojiro, your tail's pretty strong, right? you could use it to attack and block any heroes from reaching the weapon," I suggest.

"Yeah, sounds good," Ojiro agrees.

"So, what’s your quirk? Ojiro asks.

"it is called subatomic manipulation. I can pretty much bend Matter to my will.," I reply.

"Look alive, kids! Show us you're the embodiment of good... or evil! Let’s go!" All Might cheers.

"It kinda feels like even our teacher is rooting for the other team," I complain to Ojiro.

"Well, everyone wants good to prevail," Ojiro shrugs.

"Not today, we don’t. Let’s crush them," I encourage, a determined smile on my face.

Before we can react, the ground suddenly freezes, trapping our feet in place.

"Ojiro!" I shout.

"My feet are stuck," Ojiro informs me, struggling against the ice.

"This quirk is insane," he mutters, glancing around, trying to figure out how to break free.

"Don't worry, I’ll unfreeze you," I say, focusing as I activate my quirk, turning the ice beneath us into water. Slowly, the ice melts, freeing our feet.

"Whoa, your quirk is amazing!" Ojiro exclaims, impressed.

I smile, but just as I do, I hear footsteps approaching and I make a shield around the weapon.

"I didn't expect you two to break free so quickly," a voice say. “But it doesn’t matter. I’ll still beat you." Todoroki comes into view. God he is so good looking.

“Cocky, much?” I mutter under my breath. Ok just remember the plan.

Flashback:

“Both our quirks can be used in offense and defence”. Ojiro says

“It would be best if I made a shield around the weapon and we both attack.” I say deeply in thought.

“Why not just make a wall so no can come inside?” Ojiro questioned.

“The shields I make are not indestructible they will eventually break especially if shoji and Todoroki attack at once.”

“Oh yeah, we have to account for our enemy’s strength. Shoji would be the scout because he can make more ears on his arms.”

“And Todoroki would probably attack. I can melt his ice”

End of Flashback

"Wait, where's Shoji?" I ask, firing a ball of energy at Todoroki. He responds quickly, creating a wall of ice to block my attack.

"I don't know. Maybe they're planning a sneak attack," Ojiro says, scanning the area.

I focus, melting Todoroki's ice wall with ease, while Ojiro lashes out with his tail. Todoroki dodges, then freezes Ojiro’s tail mid-swing.

"Ah!" Ojiro yelps as he crashes to the ground, his tail stiff with ice.

"Hang on, I’ve got this!" I say, forming a quick shield around Todoroki, trapping him in place. I immediately focus and melt the ice around Ojiro’s tail, freeing him.

But Todoroki, ever resourceful, breaks through the shield with a series of powerful strikes. Just as he does, Shoji rushes in, appearing from out of nowhere.

"What are you doing here?" Todoroki asks, surprised.

"You were taking too long, so I thought I'd lend a hand," Shoji replies calmly.

Ojiro and I launch our attack, but Todoroki and Shoji dodge easily, and I accidentally get too close to Shoji. He seizes the chance, landing a punch that sends me stumbling back. “Shit!” I yell as I hit the ground. Meanwhile, Todoroki and Shoji double up on Ojiro—Todoroki freezes his feet again while Shoji throws another punch. I scramble to my feet and quickly blast both Shoji and Todoroki, creating just enough space to unfreeze Ojiro.

Seizing the opportunity, Ojiro and I coordinate our moves, launching an attack together. Todoroki quickly creates another ice wall to separate us, but I melt it with a wave of my hand. I trap him again with Todoroki temporarily blocked, Ojiro and I trap Shoji with the capture tape, securing him.

As the timer hits zero, I hear the announcement ring out, confirming our victory.

“We did it,” Ojiro grins, relieved.

After classes end, we all start cleaning up, and Midoriya finally comes back from the infirmary. Everyone rushes over to him, eager to talk, but he gets overwhelmed and quickly asks about Bakugo before leaving. I wait for about 20 minutes before heading out with Mina and Jirou. We decide to go home together, chatting along the way

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #oc #bnha x oc #mha x oc

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cookies-are-nice · 1 year ago

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Catalyst

Content : Mikey x Sachiko(OC), typical tokro revengers shananigans

Notes : English is not my first language and there are probably a lot of mistakes in here :'D. Also, I need to stress how cringe the first part of the story is but trust me, my writing gets better as you read😭

Chapter 1 : Rose of Tokyo

-ˋˏ ❀。* ✿˚* ੈ ‧₊*❈꧁🥀꧂❈ * ੈ‧₊ *₊° ❀ ˎˊ-

"Have you guys heard of the 'Rose of Tokyo'?" Akkun asked with hesitance.

"What kind of name is that?" Makoto asked mockingly.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHO?! THE GIRL WHO SAVED COUNTLESS OF OTHER WOMEN FROM BEING HARRASSED?! THE GIRL WHO IS RUMORED TO HAVE THE SKILL OF TOMAN'S LEADER?! THE GIRL WHO CAN KICK ASS?! THE GIRL WH-"

"OK, WE GET IT" Yamagishi was quickly cut off by Takemichi.

Despite that, he continued, "You are a disgrace to the brotherhood for not knowing that such a badass delinquentress existed."

"You are one annoying fanboy"

*GASPS* "HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY WORK YOU LITTLE-"

Yamagishi and Makoto get up to square up with each other, while the others continue to chill at the park.

*Sigh* "Those two are so annoying,"

Takemichi chuckles.

"But why did you ask us about her?"

"Oh, I want to know who she was."

"Akkun? I didn't know you were a fan"

"What no! I just wanted to thank her in person for helping my sister get out of trouble yesterday,"

"why can't you just find her and tell her,"

"she always runs away when someone tries to talk with her,"

"oh I see"

"WAIT, did you think WE of all people knew?"

"I thought Yamagishi would've found out by now."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

He yelled from a distance.

"WE THOUGHT YOU WOULD KNOW WHO SHE IS BY NOW SINCE YOU'RE SUCH A SIMP!"

"OH, YOU WANNA FIGHT?!"

"BRING IT ON FANBOY!"

Akkun left Takemichi and joined in on the fight.

Takemichi thought to himself as he glanced at the time displayed on his phone.

"Uh, I have to leave now, it's about to be dinner time."

His friends whined in disappointment. They bid farewell and Takemichi headed home. After walking for a while, he finally reached home. He swung open the door, threw his bag on their broad couch and rushed to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Emerging from his room after showering, he walked toward the sofa and flopped on it face down, not even making an effort to complete his schoolwork. Suddenly, he heard the house door being unlocked.

"TAKEMICHI IM HOME"

"Oh hi sis"

Sachiko comes in with some kfc that she bought for dinner.

"KFC?!"

"You got a 67% on your Math exam so I figured you should have a reward"

"THANK YOU SO MUCH!"

Takemichi exclaimed as he grabbed the bag of the finger-lickin' good fried chicken and dug in. While enjoying their dinner, Takemichi suddenly brought up a question.

"hey sis, have you heard of 'tokyo rose'?"

"...what"

"or something like that I probably messed up the name,"

"OH, you mean 'Rose of Tokyo' ? The one who goes around saving girls from getting harassed or something?"

"Why does everyone know who she is?"

"cause she showed up like 1 month ago I think."

<1 month 2 weeks and 4 days>

"oh really? I only found out about her recently, "

"huh, I didn't expect that from you, Takemichi,"

"what do you mean?"

"Oh cmon you know what I mean!"

'Wha- OH DONT THINK OF ME THAT WAY!"

"IT'S HARD NOT TO IF YOU'D HIDE THOSE MAGAZINES BETTER THEN MAYBE I WOULDN'T! "

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH STOP TALKING ABOUT THAT! "

"..."

An awkward silence filled the room—that was until Sachiko started eating again, Takemichi followed, not making eye contact.

"So uhm why did you ask me about her?"

"uh Akkun wanted to thank the girl for helping her sister"

"She already thanked m....." She mumbled then slowly trailed off.

"What?"

"O-oh I was saying his sister probably already thanked the girl"

"He wanted to thank the girl formally, "

"She really doesn't want it, I mean she doesn't do what she does for something in return, she does it because she wants to help out. Plus, she'd feel way too bad if she hadn't interfered with the situation."

"wait a minute"

<SH*T I SAID TOO MUCH>

"How do you know that much about her?"

"ARE YOU-*GASP*"

"UHM NO I'M NOT IT'S JUST THAT I-"

"ARE YOU SECRETLY IN LOVE WITH HER?! I MEAN YOU AND HER HAVE 'ROSE IN YOUR NAMES AND-" "I'm throwing you out of the house"

"NO WAIT-"

Sachiko jokingly forces Takemichi out of the house and smiles to herself thinking how lucky she is to have a brother this stupid. But he was right about one thing, she really needed to be careful when letting rumours about her spread.

more notes: AHHH THAT WAS SO CRINGE. I'm so sorry😭😭 I wrote that shi a year ago. I promise the next chapters will be better🤞

#mikey x reader #mikey x oc #mikey sano #manjiro sano #tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers #sano mikey manjiro #hanagaki takemichi

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urmomsspeciallady · 2 years ago

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Chapter Two- we've been here before

sign of the times - harry styles

POV: Kenneth McCormick

It's always the same, always the fucking same. God has some shitty sense of creativity, that’s for sure, but I've gotten used to it by now.

I swing my legs off the side of my bed as I look into my subpar-mirror. I'm still in my parka, still in my jeans, and still in my boots. How the hell did I sleep with boots on? Then again, how the hell did I wake up?

I walk up to my mirror, checking for anything different. I tilt my head in a few different angles and to no avail I seem perfectly fine. Freckles and handsome features, if I do say so myself, all in tackt.

Atop the mirror, covering some cracked pieces, sat a brightly colored paper. I peel it off and feel my heart melt.

Today is going to be an amazing day! - Butters

( ＾◡＾)っ ♡

I’m glad I saved this, it's not often I get notes like this. I caught a glimpse of my reflection as I placed the note back. It's been a while since I've seen myself smile.

---

My boots crunched on the iced-over grass. With another long day ahead of me, I really wish I could just.. Take a break sometimes.

"Hey, Kenny." Kyle greeted me as I made my way to the bus stop.

"Hey, Kyle. Sup, Stan."

My friend Stan turned his head towards me faltering for a second, "Hey Kenny. You alright?"

What? The fuck? Does he remember even just a little? "Hmm, why?"

"The bags under your eyes are insane." Never mind. Screw my luck.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, that’s just part of my charm.” I give him a smile and Stan snickers at me.

“Yeah, charm’s the word you want to use here.” I elbow Stan and we exchange “fuck you”s.

“Go to bed earlier tonight,” Kyle makes a suggestion.

I pat a hand on his back. “If only it were that easy.”

Wind whistled by as we stood, it was now quiet. Even Cartman was quiet, which is surprisingly uncharacteristic for him.

"Goddamn asshole’s gonna make me miss the bus." And there it is.

Kyle, frown painted across his face, shot back "Yeah, out of anyone here you are the LEAST likely to wait for Butters."

"It’s not about waiting, it’s about what I need and what I need someone smart enough to do my math homework on the bus. See, I had asked you but you declined. You’d think Jews would be good with numbers."

"Fucking shut up, Cartman."

I think everyone grew out of those jokes but Cartman. Then, to be fair, I think we've all grown up since then but Cartman.

The silence returned. Soft flakes of morning snow began to drift. Light blows of wind brushed past sending small specks of snow to melt on my face.

I pull my phone out to check on the time. 3 more minutes. I scroll through my home screen, attempting to pass time.

Eventually, I heard footsteps rushing towards the bus stop. Turning my head up, I see Leo.

"Hey, fellas!"

My phone goes back into my pocket before I pick my hand up to wave.

"You were almost late."

Why can't this fatass shut up? I mean, he managed it a few minutes ago.

"Oh yeah, I had a hard time sleeping. But I did make it, didn't I?" Leo's face was flushed, and he was slightly out of breath. He must've woken up late again.

Loud creaks of bus tires stop my train of thoughts and Stan starting to get on the bus helped my body catch up.

Passing the aisles, I find my seat and sit down. Cartman sat in the seat across from me. Is he really fucking pulling out his homework? He catches me looking and I send a glare his way. That seemed to scare him enough.

Leo made his way down the aisle and slid in next to me. The bus ride had started yet he sat still, staring out the front window.

"Good morning." I smiled at him, though he hadn't even turned my way. His eyes stuck following the line of trees out the window.

"'Mornin, Ken."

My eyebrows furrow. Something seems off but it's alright honestly. When is it not off in South Park, Colorado? (What kind of fuckass sentence is that?!)

The whole bus ride, no other words were spoken by Leopold Stotch. At one point he simply smiled and handed me one of his bagels.

Part of me hopes and prays that the same reason we feel rough for the same reasons. I doubt it, though. I think he knows that something happened a couple days ago, well, yesterday and I think I'm worried about him.

Now, the bus finishes pulling into the school parking lot, I nudge my elbow gently into Leo’s side.

He just stands up and starts walking towards the front doors. My face twists quizzically. He’s never this distant. What is it?

"Hey Leo, you okay?"

No response. Fuck.

I followed behind him and out in front of the bus. Getting ready to ask again, I saw him turn around and face me.

"Sorry I didn't hear ya; it's so loud on the bus."

Giving a shrug I tell him it's alright and repeat the question. I guess I jumped to conclusions, I tend to do that. He seems to ponder on this for a second then assures me he's okay. Taking note of the time, I poke fun at him and he tags along.

I really like how kind he is, he's easier to hang around with than.. Well.. My other friends. Sure Kyle and Stan had their moments, but they weren't my Super Best Friends. Though he'll never remember: Leo holds that title.

Jesus. Who made me such a poet today? Shakespeare my ass. I guess that's what dying does to you over time. That or my messed up sleep schedule.

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somebodyssherlock-heterodyne · 11 months ago

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*indescribably loud shrieking noise that definitely doesn't sound like something that should come out of a human throat*

Okay. I'm just. Dragon!Tim hoarding people. Batman and Robin have been part of his hoard for as long as he's been stalking them. The thing that sets Bernard apart from Young Justice and the Batfamily is that Bernard is the only person Tim has added to his hoard while being completely unaware that he was doing so. He goes maybe a little bit feral and insane during the Pain Cult Thing and then afterwards Bruce is like "you didn't tell any of us there's a new one?????" And Tim goes "new what" "member of your hoard????" And Tim goes through the facial expressions of the math meme woman and like eighteen separate flavors of What and then realizes the worst part of this situation, which is that he has to tell Bernard. There's no ettiquite for that! What does he just walk up and say "hi hey so uh I'm a dragon. Yeah yeah uh. Let me know when you're done processing that. Okay cool cool cool uh. Also you're part of my hoard which I am incapable of removing you from so if you ever move away or something I'll like wither away and die or slowly go insane so if you could stay in Gotham forever preferably somewhere I can check in on and make sure you're safe that'd be great"

Tim: oh fuck no I'm not telling him

Dick: what will you do if he moves away of his own accord?

Tim: sabotage.

Dick: NO.

The thing that Tim does not know about Bernard is that Bernard already knows. All of this. When Robin who looks just like your boyfriend starts breathing fire at people because they hit you you tend to notice that shit.

I also think it'd be really really funny if Bernard had some kind of batshit fairytale origin of his own. Like he's one of those Magical Miracle Babies that virtuous but childless couples have after they wish upon a star and then the star falls into their house as a whole ass child or they sell their lettuce garden to a witch or something. Perfectly normal human being- albeit with big fairy tale princess vibes and a sensitivity to magic- of DISNTINCTLY nonhuman origins. And then I want the entire reveal to go like this:

Tim: WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME YOU WERE THE PRODUCT OF ACTUAL WITCHCRAFT

Bernard: RIGHT AFTER YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE ROBIN.

Tim: ...well shit can't argue that.

Tim: wait a fucking minute how long have you known I was Robin

Bernard: slightly less time than I've known you were hoarding me

Tim: YOU KNOW I'M A DRAGON!?

Bernard: ...you were trying to keep it a secret???

Bernard being a magical fairy gifted or witchcraft bargain baby also has the wonderful bonus of Bernard's parents going the asshole route and then writing to the fairy witch to complain bc their magic blessing baby is kissing boys, which leads to the following:

Fairy/Witch/other magical fairy tale source of children: so your human custodians wrote to me to bitch about you being gay.

Bernard: oh god. Please don't kill them. Or curse them. Uh. Fuck. I'll make you dinner??? If you don't do that???

Fairy/Witch: what? Oh no that’s not why I'm here. Also I hexed them but it's minor.

Bernard: define minor.

Fairy/Witch: any clothes they wear will turn into eye sparingly ugly Hawaiian shirts and bell bottoms and their hair is gonna be neon green until they get their heads out of their asses.

Bernard: ...

Bernard: alright? I guess? It's. Better? Than Tim's plan to drive them to social and financial ruin?

Fairy/Witch: is Tim your boyfriend?

Bernard: yeah

Fairy/Witch: cool. Bring him around for dinner soon.

Bernard: what

Fairy/Witch: introducing your boyfriend to your parent isn't just a human custom y'know.

Bernard: wait. What???

Fairy/Witch: oh yeah your human parents- well, custodians- well former custodians- fuck it. I made you. Like. By myself. With magic. And a couple cool rocks I found.

Bernard: yes.

Fairy/witch: and then I gave you into the custody of a human couple because I'm weird as fuck but other than being really pretty and able to sense magic you are entirely human.

Bernard: yeah I got that this is following my favorite childhood bedtime story so far.

Fairy/witch: which makes you my child first and foremost.

Bernard: never thought about it before but that actually tracks.

Fairy/witch: and since your human custodians decided not to do their fuckin job I'm taking custody of you back.

Bernard, after blue screening for five minutes: O. Kay. I. Guess?

Fairy/Witch: cool. I'm your parent now. Bring your boyfriend home I wanna meet him.

Bernard, still somewhat dazed: cool. Cool cool cool.

-two weeks later-

Bernard: hey rosebush-

Fairy/Witch: what is it rosebud?

Bernard: ta-da! *jazz hands at Tim, who has finally managed to visit Bernard at his weird definitely magical new house to meet his weird definitely magical but not really new parent*

Tim: hello!

Fairy/Witch: oh fuck yes come in sit down do you need any healing potions or like a blanket blessing for you and your vigilante family? Also rosebud good on you for pulling a whole ass dragon you are truly my child.

Bernard: you dated a dragon?

Fairy/witch: no I married one. She's been stuck in the fey realm sorting some shit out with Titania. She's looking forward to meeting both of you.

Tim: I have so many questions.

Fairy/Witch: I have a magical bracelet that will make it so you only need as much as sleep as you're actually getting.

Tim: you can make shit that powerful???

Fairy/witch: I made your boyfriend out of a spool of thread and a few cool rocks. Yes.

And then Bernard lives happily ever after with his magic parent and dragon stepmom and doting boyfriend who's probably the most well protected vigilante on the planet with how many blessings and charms they keep putting on him.

I really wanted dragon!Tim in DKOS, well at least I can draw it myself 😌 just a fast sketch in between my Timber piece also set on that universe

#bernard dowd #timber

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thatonericeball · 2 years ago

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When They Find Out You’re Sick 〜 🤧

TW: Some swearing

You hear a voice from downstairs in your house, it’s muffled but from the sounds of it they’re talking really fast. You hear booming from the stairs leading up to your room and a loud whack. There’s a rustling noise and suddenly your door handle starts to move. In all honesty, you’re a bit scared because it feels like one of those scenes in a horror movie before someone gets killed. The anticipation builds and then they blast through your door, “THE ONE TIME I CAN’T OPEN DOORS YOU’RE DYING!!” You jump, maybe a scream a bit before you realise it’s them.

Bokuto, Noya, Hinata, Gin, Yamamoto, Tanaka, Kindaichi, Lev, Akiteru, Koganegawa, Hoshiumi, Asahi

Honestly you feel kind of judged by how thoroughly your room is getting cleaned. It was like one minute you’re lying in bed sneezing, coughing but they could have brought in a whole S.W.A.T team and the CIA to arrest the germs and bacteria. Despite that, there seems to be this underlying sense of judgement about the single speck of dust on your bookshelf. Besides they don’t wanna admit that they do care about you and they’d rather say they have better things to do or talk about other stuff. You feel a little inclined for intruding in on their “tight schedule” but with a huff and a dust of your shelves they say “it’s fine, just do get sick again I’ll be alone at school”

Sakusa, Kita, Yaku, Ushijima, Kunimi, Suna

You message him saying you’re not coming to school because you’re sick. Z e r o shits are given. His reply back is dry af like it’s just a “k” or “cool” ….or so you thought. You lie back down, a bit disappointed there wasn’t more to the bare text but you know it’s not a big deal. However, it was to him now. Sitting in class, he thinks and slowly worry begins eating away at him little by little. Maths, English, Science as each period goes by he thinks more about it. “My message wasn’t that bad but…”, “she knows I care right? …right?”, “No…wait…no I can’t be that bad surely not but what if **incoherent mumbling**”. It finally gets to the last period and the thought of his text to you has consumed his thoughts. He rushes to grab his phone but not too quickly as someone might notice. He’s not embarrassed about it…at all. He texts you back heaps of messages and/or a paragraph that mentions a offering of pudding.

Atsumu, Akaashi, Goshiki, Semi, Osamu, Kageyama

He feels so awkward because in truth he doesn’t know how to ask if you’re okay even though it sounds so simple. He either feels mostly shy or just out of place doing it. He’s noticed that’s been pretty inconsiderate of him and he does feel a bit guilty to say the least. One day the two of you were heading up class and he mustered up the courage to ask. He can’t even look you in the eye and he stutters a bit which is a pleasant surprise to you considering all you’ve seen is his confident exterior. Eventually, he manages a “Hey are you feeling okay?” You’re very happy that he asked this because he’s showing a softer side to himself. You smile and nod which makes him sigh with relief because he knows you’re fine. Although, he also seems to smile at how your mask looks too big for your face.

Tsukishima, Kenma, Iwaizumi, Shirabu, Terushima

He just sits beside you in bed and you insist he leaves you be because you might pass it on but this just causes him to go off about how “some germs aren’t strong enough to beat him”. He jokes about how he’s better than every little germ that’s causing your cold and that if he could, he’d personally fight them. He leans in for small kisses on the cheek from time to time but back out to tease and say “what a shame I can’t catch your cold!” ….he caught it anyways.

Kuroo, Oikawa, Futakuchi, Konoha, Ukai, Tendou, Daishou

“Huh? You’re sick okay I’m coming over, see you soon” he hangs up before you can say anymore. You didn’t want him to come over because you’d definitely pass it on to him but when he walked through the door you felt so much better. Knowing which blankets you find softest and the pillows you find the comfiest, he makes it his “duty” that they’re all with you. He’s hardworking presence that’s focused and determined on caring for you makes you smile more than anything else. “You sure about this? You might get sick,” you ask worriedly he nods, “Mm I’m sure! I just want you to feel better!”

Kai, Yamaguchi, Sugawara, Ennoshita, Shibayama, Fukunaga, Inuoka, Komori, Akagi, Aran, Daichi

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freewayshark · 2 years ago

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Aaand the second one. The first one can be found here thank you @sunflowerwemadeit

Eddie’s not quite asleep, not quite awake when his phone buzzes and tips the scale into wakefulness. He picks it up and squints so much at the sudden brightness that his Face ID doesn’t even recognize him and forces him to punch in his passcode. There’s a text from Buck waiting for him.

Do you have my sad hoodie? I need my sad hoodie

One a scale of one to totally ridiculous Eddie tries to rate the following three things: the first, the fact that Buck has a sad hoodie. The second, that Eddie knows which hoodie is Buck’s sad hoodie. The third, that Eddie does in fact, have the sad hoodie, and is, in fact, currently wearing it.

He clicks Buck’s contact and calls him.

“Hey,” Buck answers, sounding mopey.

“Why do you need your sad hoodie at two in the morning?”

“I think that one’s pretty self-explanatory, Eddie,” Buck answers petulantly.

“Ok,” Eddie replies coolly, not giving in to the nonsense. “Why are you sad?”

Buck sighs and goes silent, but Eddie doesn’t push. He knows sometimes it’s best to just let Buck gather his thoughts for a moment, and besides, he’s seen Buck during his lowest of lows. This, whatever it may be, is not that. So he just quietly waits, a reassuring presence on the other end of the line.

“I don’t know,” Buck finally answers, the words coming out on a frustrated breath. “I just—I went to bed, earlier, and instead of going to sleep I just laid there. And it was like…Like my heart felt heavy in my chest for no reason. So I got up and I made some tea, but that didn’t help, and then I tried to fall asleep to some tv and that didn’t help either. Tried to tire myself out doing push ups. Didn’t work.”

Eddie pictures Buck all alone in that sterile loft, doing all those things to try to make himself feel better. He hates it. “So you figured your sad hoodie would help?”

Buck huffs a little laugh. “I guess it sounds a little ridiculous, but yeah. It’s cozy, you know?”

Eddie nestles a little deeper into the depths of the hoodie. “It doesn’t sound ridiculous. Your hoodie’s here.”

“Well, at least that means I haven’t lost it somewhere, even if it doesn’t do me a lot of good now.”

“Come over,” Eddie says without having to give it even a second of thought. Buck is sad, and thinks his hoodie will fix it. His hoodie’s here. It’s easy math.

“It’s two in the morning,” Buck reminds him.

“And? Pretty sure cars still work in the middle of the night. And you’re obviously wide awake. Come over. You can take the other side of the bed, maybe being near someone else will help you sleep.”

“I—You sure?”

“Mhm,” he hums, sitting up and clicking on his bedside lamp. “Just let yourself in. I’ll have your hoodie waiting.”

“Ok,” Buck breathes, the word tinged with wonder. “I’ll see you soon.”

Eddie hangs up and tugs the hoodie off over his head. He gets why it’s Buck’s sad hoodie, it’s old, worn, stretched out in the best ways. Buck doesn’t just wear it when he’s sad, of course, which is how it had ended up left here a couple of weeks ago. Eddie had snatched it up like some kind of gremlin when he’d seen it, wearing it until Buck’s scent had worn out of it.

He lays it out for Buck on his side of the bed for him to find before redressing in a loose t-shirt and sliding under the covers. He must drift off, because the next thing he knows he’s being woken by hushed sounds, and he cracks his eyes open in time to see Buck slide his hoodie over his head. His head pops free but he’s immediately ducking back into the neck and inhaling deeply.

Buck notices him watching, but he doesn’t even pretend to be ashamed at being caught. “You’ve been wearing it,” he says instead.

Eddie shrugs one shoulder. “It’s a good hoodie.” He throws the covers back and pats the mattress. “C’mon. Still time to get a few good hours.”

Buck obediently climbs into the bed and settles on his side facing away from Eddie. Eddie doesn’t even think about it before scooting in behind him and wrapping an arm loosely around his waist. “This ok?” He mumbles, already half asleep.

“Yeah,” Buck replies, sounding sleepy himself, and just a few minutes later their breathing has evened out, and both of them are sound asleep.

Send me “married” couple that are just friends prompts

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quietlyimplode · 2 years ago

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leave everything but your bones behind

Whumptober 2022: day 4 - hidden injury

Warnings: absent seizure/panic attack/medical procedures (discussed)

Word Count: 1.6k (gif not mine)

Summary: Natasha becomes unwell and only the Red Room can fix her. The choice is die or go back to the very place that made her.

A/N: thanks for your kind words of encouragement. Likes/reblogs/comments are all so so motivating to keep going (as I can already feel my attention waning on posting; thanks brain).

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Clint is still asleep when she wakes, the clock reading 6.17am. Laying still, she tries to remember the fog of the night before. All she does remember is Irina’s shaking form and going to bed early.

Doing the math, Natasha realises she’s been asleep for almost 13 hours.

It’s something that’s never happened before.

In truth, it scares her, because she still feels tired and everything still hurts.

This is not going away.

She washes her face in the sink, looking at the shower. She wants one so bad.

A hot shower on aching muscles sounds like heaven.

But she knows she doesn’t have the energy.

Clint somehow knows. He’s at the doorway, and watching her.

He must have woken up as soon as she moved, his sniper senses tingling.

“Come on,” he says softly.

He strips his clothes off, putting the bathroom heater on, turning on the water and then pushes her to the toilet seat.

Gently he removes her hoodie, then her shorts and underwear.

Helping her up, he checks the water and gently nudges her inside.

Natasha lets out her hair, reveling in the way it seems to alleviate her headache that’s been with her for what seems like a lifetime.

“We’re going to see Tony,” Clint tells her gently, “he’s expecting us and has some ideas about how to help.”

He’s careful not to say medical, doctors, or anything that will make her balk at the suggestion, but she’s too smart for him and knows exactly what that means.

“Medical,” she says bluntly.

He hands her the shampoo and watches her fumble with the opening.

“Yeah,” he nods, taking it back off her to squeeze it into her hands.

“Do you have any idea what it is?”

Clint watches her closely, her eyes glazing, maybe tears as she rinses her hair.

“I don’t know,” she lies.

And he knows it.

“You’d tell me, right?” he asks of her, “if you knew anything?”

She motions for the conditioner and opens it, more confident this time.

“I don’t know, I want it to be a cold, the flu, something easy but maybe it’s something to do with the Red Room,” she admits.

He’s silent on her words, wanting her to say more.

She doesn’t.

But maybe that gives them a starting place.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

Natasha’s eyes don’t move, her grip tightens on the bottle, and her body goes rigid.

He’s seen her in dissociation before, this isn’t that.

“Nat?”

He touches her shoulder gently, trying to get her attention, but she’s not there. She’s gone.

He waits it out, keeping the water temperature constant and a hand on her in case she drops.

Clint takes her in.

She hasn’t lost weight, there’s no rashes on her body, just something messing with her brain. Something that’s increasing electrical signals, making the seizures come and temperatures spike.

The conditioner bottle drops and he hears her audibly take a breath.

“You with me?” he asks, guiding her to the shower bench seat.

She shakes her hand out and grasps the side but he can see the intermittent tremors that go through her arms.

“Hey, hey,” he sits on the floor, the water still beating down on them both, as she breathes heavy.

“Eyes on me,” he guides.

It takes a second but she does, pupils blown and panic setting in.

“I’m going to..”

The words come out in a wheeze, and she repeats them again. The world is running out of air.

“I’m going to die,” she covers her head in her hands and tries to take a deep breath. It fails, and catches and she tries again.

“Look at me,” he says again, gently pulling her hands down, and guiding her eyes towards him. He’d prefer to do this clothed as the water goes cool.

“We’re going to figure this out.”

He takes her other hand and turns the water cold purposely, changing the temperature, the shock clear when she feels it.

“Breathe, Nat,” he prompts, and he can see her trying.

“Good, that’s good,” Clint pauses, “again.”

“I can’t, I..”

Wide eyes stare as she can’t get words out, words that he doesn’t want to hear.

“Irina died, I’m going to die,” she gulps, words seemingly easier but the panic still staying.

He changes the water warm, and hands holding onto her still.

“Breathe.”

He opens the conditioner and body wash, and she seems to understand what he’s doing.

Turning off the water, he reaches to get the towels and wraps them around her back and on her lap.

“You can smell them?” he asks, gesturing to the bottles as he still has a hand on her in case she faints.

“Yeah,” she whispers.

“Breathe, yeah?”

It’s forced but it’s there. Again and again.

He dries her as she works to force air into her lungs. Tshirt first, then hoodie, and finally she’s pushing him away.

“I’m okay,” she bites out, teeth biting into her lip, clumsy hands pulling her underwear and shorts up.

He steps back, a shiver running through him as he stands with her and walks her to the bedroom.

“Sit,” he commands, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

He leaves her to dry off quickly, put his clothes back on and then, returns to her.

“We need to go to medical don’t we?” she asks, as he enters.

He sits next to her, her head automatically resting on his shoulder.

“Yeah, Nat, I think we do.”

The drive to the Tower is quiet. Neither Clint nor Natasha want to speak, both lost in thought.

They’ve both managed to have something to eat but the nauseousness that’s been plaguing Natasha still sits with her.

She only did it because he looked at her with such sadness that she felt guilt.

The memory of Irina seizing in ballet, and the repercussions of testing on all of them holds such memory in her that she’s sure the nausea is not from whatever is wrong: It’s fear.

She thinks that her body is failing her.

Shaking hands clasp together as she stares out the window, the car heading into basement of the tower.

Parking, Clint sighs, not moving even though the car is switched off.

“This is going to suck, isn’t it?” he says quietly.

Natasha can’t answer.

It’s obvious. Once they go in, they’re not coming out for a while. Something is wrong with her and it shouldn’t be.

He undoes his seatbelt and grabs the bag they packed.

They’ve stayed in the tower before, whole levels set up for them to live on, so they didn’t need much.

He knows the medical floor is not like a hospital, but the dread they both feel is like stepping into one.

Natasha follows a step behind him. The elevator opens for them without even pressing a button.

Clint takes her hand, and they walk in together.

Natasha is silent.

Even as they slide the IV in.

Even when they take blood.

Even when Tony comes in.

She doesn’t talk.

Clint thinks it’s protective, she’s not seizing, she’s not dissociated, she just seems… done. Over it. Shut down.

He wants to bundle her up and take her home. He knows how hard this is for her.

They put the heart rate monitor on her and it immediately betrays her. Clint knows it usually sits around 50, it’s nearing on 80.

She glances at the machine that tells all her secrets and she visibly takes a deep breath, relaxing her body into the chair.

It drops but not by much.

Tony leaves when they set her up for the EEG, the monitoring of her brain waves.

They take more blood, and Clint likens the nurse to vampires.

There’s not even a crack of a smile.

He does as much of the talking as he can for her, but he can’t answer some of the questions they have.

They look expectantly to Natasha when the doctor asks how long it’s been happening, if she’s experienced this before.

But there’s no answer.

Frustration curls at Clint.

“Nat,” he admonished, “tell them about Irina.”

He knows nothing except the name, and he can feel the anger boiling off her that he knows even that.

“Tell them,” he pushes.

To their credit, the doctor is patient.

Clint knows that Tony has likely got a doctor that is well informed on trauma.

It’s why they’re not in a hospital bed.

It’s why this room is sterile but has comfortable chairs and a table.

It’s why the nurses say exactly what they’re going to do before doing it, and wait for Natasha to say no, even though she just looks away in acceptance.

She licks her lips.

“It’s happened before,” she starts, “not to me, but to another girl.”

Natasha purses her lips.

Clint sees where she is stuck.

“How much of Natasha’s past do you know?”

The doctor holds up a blank piece of paper.

“As much as you’re willing to share,” she responds.

It’s clearly the right answer.

Natasha looks away, and speaks softly anyway.

“Tony has my medical file, it’ll clear up some questions, but you’ll have others. Come back when you’ve read it.”

Clint feels strangely protective of that file, like it’s got Natasha’s dark secrets in it and it shouldn’t be read by anyone.

He thinks it’s a good thing that she’s freely giving permission for the doctor to read it, she must trust her on some level.

The doctor nods.

“We’ll run more tests whilst I go through it. First the EEG, and then the CT scan and hopefully we will have more information,” she pauses at the door. “Okay?”

Natasha nods; a slight dip of her head.

There’s some small telltale signs that she’s stressed, the clench of her fist, the biting of her lip, the way she’s curled in on herself; and there’s nothing Clint can do.

#whumptober2022 #no.4 #hidden injury #natasha romanoff fic #marvel fic #my fic #seizurefic #panic attacks #natasha romanoff #clintasha #black widow #clint barton #hawkeye #clintasha fanfiction #avengers fic #Tony stark #medical procedure fic #whump fic

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chocolatechimsugakookie2 · 2 years ago

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If you ever see 4 Town in pillow fight this is how it mainly goes down 😀

Robaire

For Ro he is quite the fighter! This man is doing his best to hit the others; however, he somehow always ends up tripping over something and falling which gives the members an advantage point to pound him with pillows. He almost almost never misses when it comes to hitting T! Like his aim is impeccable when it comes to T, but it truly irks him when it comes to Z and sometimes Tae but mainly Z! He can never hit that man at all. *sneaks up behind Z and is ready to swing as he thinks “FINALLY”*. *Z quickly turns around and wacks Ro in the face smiling*. “Bruh!!! how the Hell!!?!” Ro and Jess teams up a lot, which scares T when they corner him “hey wait, y’all chill *backing up* NO AHHSNF”

This Is Ro’s face when his attacks on Z doesn’t work

Jesse

When it comes to a pillow fight “old man jesse” is out the door! This man is on a mission! He will hover over someone and beat the shit out of them with the pillow until they tap out! He literally jumped on Tae and said “Hereeess JESSE 😈” It happened to everybody except Z. There is only two people that can truly can get Tae more than once and one of those people is Jesse. Tae might be fast, but Jesse can be a little bit faster surprisingly. Now when it comes to getting hit then old man Jesse is back. He’ll be on a roll when he’s fighting but once he’s hit, he loses it and he gets pounded! I’m talking on the floor trying to crawl away😂 but he’s pretty good at recovery.

When he is done pounding someone with his pillow he’ll do his signature move by blowing as kiss just to piss whoever off

Aaron T

No, I know It seems like he would be really good in a pillow fight and he can be! Believe me, he’s good when he is in control but he’s also very goofy as we all know, so therefore, he’s not that good😭 he has his moments where he is whacking people left from right but he’s also kind of similar to Jesse so once he gets hit he’s kind of out of it however it’s worst for T because he’ll be laughing too much that he can’t focus to get back up and fight his battles and he’s the main person that gets hit in the face. *giggling and shit while aimlessly swinging hitting no one because he is getting hit by Z and Ro*He’s great at hiding though, so he can make a great sneak attack which gets him some brownie points but for obvious reasons because he is silly, it doesn’t last long. Another though he will use parkour to his advantage! Hell be jumping over couches and tables and shit, he even will roll😂

Remember when I said Jess and Ro will team up? Yeah this is T’s face when that happens😭 it’s also his face when Tae betrays him

Aaron Z

From the hints, I was throwing you already know this man goes untouched! Nobody not even Tae or Jesse had a chance to hit Z he is too fast! Not only is he great at dodging other peoples hits, but this man never misses! He is the second person that can get Tae with no problems. I know it seems like he wouldn’t play games like this, but he does and he will take it serious. He wants to win! he is like a ninja. He pulls out so many tricks that leaves the members jaw dropped which gives Z another chance to attack while they’re distracted🥷🏾

Z is the one in the red shoes and the others is the one in the sweatshirt 😂

Taeyoung

He is another ninja, but not as slick as Z! But he will do math and shit in his head to attack 😭 he’ll be like “okay with the way Ro is standing he’ll swing with his right arm, so I’ll lean back to dodge it but swing my right arm at the same time to hit him in the head” he will do all that he can to not get hit, he will crawl under tables and legs so he can attack from behind! Just like Ro, Tae is upset that he can’t ever get Z but mainly because he himself is the king of pillow fights so it pisses him off😂 He is quite the trickster so he will tell T he wants to team up but back stab him 🤣 “I- AH- I thought we frie-AHH”

When Z or Jesse comes after Tae, this is the face he makes

I came up with this idea out of thin air so please enjoy😂😂 (the video I put for z is taking me out🤣)

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sluttywonwoo · 3 years ago

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study buddies || k.mg x reader

Pairing: frat!mingyu x fem reader

Summary: studying for midterms with the guy you’re hooking up with goes exactly how you’d expect

Warnings: swearing, light smut (18+)

Word Count: 1.6k

a/n: reworked this old blurb originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark ) for my gf’s birthday :)) happy birthday @hotgirlmingyu

Masterlist

You woke up to banging on your apartment door. Groaning, you rolled over to check your phone and saw that it was six am. You pushed yourself up and out of bed and padded into the kitchen to answer the door. You were surprised the relentless knocking hadn’t woken up your roommate, but she was a pretty heavy sleeper.

You yanked the door open to see Mingyu with a handful of textbooks. You squinted at him in confusion, wondering if you were seeing things. Mingyu had never been to your place before, you didn’t even know he knew where you lived.

His appearance startled you a bit. His hair was messy where it was usually slicked back or styled and he was wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him in anything other than khakis and a douchey printed shirt.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, rubbing your eyes.

He frowned. “You said we should study for midterms together.”

You thought back to the last time you’d seen Mingyu. You couldn’t remember saying anything like that.

“Was I drunk?”

“Probably.”

“So why are you here?”

“To study. You agreed that we could help each other out.”

“Mingyu, I don’t even remember agreeing to that.”

“Well I’m already here,” he said and pushed past you into your apartment.

“Seriously? It’s Saturday.”

“Yeah, and midterms are next week.”

“Couldn’t you have waited until the sun was up?” you grumbled, mostly to yourself and shut the door behind him.

“We’ve got a lot of material to cover.”

You cursed under your breath as you watched him set up at your kitchen table, knowing you should probably study even though you desperately wanted to go back to bed.

You and Mingyu had met at a party at his fraternity and woke up the next morning tangled in the sheets of his bed. To say it was awkward would have been an understatement. You didn’t think you’d ever see him again, but to your horror, you saw him in your stats lecture on Monday and your mythology class on Thursday. This was a pretty big university. Why did the same asshole have to be in two of your classes?

As much as it annoyed you, you couldn’t stop thinking about Mingyu, and apparently, he was having a similar dilemma because every time you went out he seemed to be there, and every time you hooked up.

That was the extent of your relationship, though. You didn’t even speak to each other in class or at parties. The only time you talked was behind closed doors when one or both of you was naked. Even then you kept your guard up because you refused to let yourself fall for a frat boy with commitment issues who never wanted to be seen with the same girl twice. A boy who wouldn’t even talk to you in public.

But you couldn’t ignore the way your heart fluttered when he said your name as he was about to cum, or the way his lips felt against yours. He could be a total dick, but you’d also seen a softer side of him that he didn’t show many people. You forced yourself to forget about that side. It was easier that way.

“Okay, what are we starting with?” you asked with a sigh.

“We have the stats exam first, we should work on that.”

You made a face. Statistics was the harder out of the two for you. In fact, it was the hardest class you were taking this semester.

“I can’t believe I’m doing math before seven am.”

“You won’t be complaining when you ace the midterm,” he quipped, already working on a practice worksheet.

You watched him solve problems like he was checking items off a list. You knew he was good at statistics, but you didn’t know he was that good. Figures, a guy like him was good at pretty much everything. Everything except mythology apparently, because once you’d switched to that he was flustered and frustrated. You would quiz him on myths only for him to get every single question wrong.

“Mingyu, did you even read any of these?” you asked, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Yes, y/n, I read every one. How do you think I passed all the reading quizzes?”

“Cheating?” it slipped out before you could stop it and Mingyu gave you a hard glare. You held up your hands defensively. “Just a joke.”

“I don’t think it was.” He licked his lips. “But for what it’s worth I read them all. I just can’t keep them straight.”

You sighed. You felt bad, but you were getting frustrated too. And not just because Mingyu wasn’t grasping the myths. This was the longest you’d ever spent together (at least while you were awake) and you hadn’t even had sex. He just smelled so nice and looked so cute when he was concentrating that you couldn’t help feeling a little impatient. You had been at it for hours, you thought you would’ve done it at least once by now. But Mingyu was more serious about studying than you thought. It was kind of admirable and kind of annoying.

“Okay well reread through the Egyptian myths and I’ll quiz you again.”

“Alright.”

He pulled out his reading packet and flipped to the section you took out your phone and scrolled through social media mindlessly as he read, but it quickly got boring. You wished Mingyu would take a break so he could rail you. He was still reading intently, but you figured a little distraction couldn’t hurt.

You started by taking your hair down from your bun and shaking it out so that it fell around your shoulders. You knew your shampoo drove Mingyu crazy and hoped it would have an effect on him today. He shifted his seat, but didn’t look up from the packet. Next, you leaned over and rested your head on his shoulder. You’d never done something so domestic like this with Mingyu, but it seemed to work because he cleared his throat and adjusted his sweatpants.

“You know you could be working on math.”

You shrugged. “We already did stats for hours today. I think I’ll jump off a bridge if I look at one more differential equation.”

He fell silent and tried focusing back onto the reading, but you moved your hand to his thigh and kept it there as you continued to through twitter, not even reading what was on your screen.

“Stop that,” Mingyu muttered, making you jump a little.

“Why?”

“Fuck, because you’re distracting me. You look too hot right now.”

“I’m wearing pajamas.”

“I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.”

“Well what’s stopping you?” you asked lowly and nipped at his ear.

“Need to finish this,” he replied through gritted teeth.

“I can’t convince you to take a break?” You moved the hand on his leg up so that you were cupping him over his pants.

He shook his head. “After.”

You leaned over and kissed his neck, then his jaw, and felt him get hard under your hand. “If I have to stop what I’m doing you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

“That sounds like more of a motivator than a deterrent,” you admitted. “I’ll suck you off,” you offered and hooked your thumb in the waistband of his sweats, trying to bribe him.

“If you let me finish I’ll eat you out,” he countered.

You straightened up. It sounded like a pretty good deal.

“Fine.”

A few minutes passed in silence and you were waiting patiently, typing up a rough draft of an essay you had due for another class when Mingyu groaned.

“What?” you asked, wondering if he needed help.

“Can you please stop that?”

“Stop what? I’m literally doing nothing.” You were genuinely confused now.

“Just- I don’t know you’re making it so hard to concentrate.”

“Am I making it hard?” You smirked.

“Very funny.”

“Would it help if I put a paper bag over my head?”

“Probably.”

“Come on, keep reading about Osiris.”

“I don’t want to read about Osiris anymore, he’s a dick.”

“The faster you finish the faster you can get off.”

“I thought you didn’t want to wait,” Mingyu pointed out, trying to deflect.

“I think I recall something about you going down on me if I let you finish reading.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, but didn’t turn back to the book. Instead, he continued to gaze at you with those big brown eyes. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“What?” You felt your cheeks get warm.

“I just really want to kiss you right now.”

You smiled and raised your chin, challenging him. “Then do it.”

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, savoring the moment.

When you pulled away, Mingyu’s eyes were dark with want and you could see that he was now fully hard in his sweatpants.

“How about I eat you out now anyway?” He suggested, leaning forward to kiss your neck.

You moaned and brought your hands to his hair.

“You trying to bribe me?”

“Is it working?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Mingyu stood and picked you up from your chair. You wrapped your legs around his waist again. He pulled on your bottom lip with his teeth and smirked.

“Promise you’ll finish studying after?” you asked.

He considered it. “Does what we’re about to do count as studying mythology? Because it’s going to be legendary.”

You scrunched up your face in distaste. “No, I take it back. Put me down.”

Mingyu grinned. “Hey! You know no ones gives it to you as good as I do.”

“That confident are you?”

His grin turned into a smirk. “Is that a challenge?”

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kirishimas-manly-eyeliner · 4 years ago

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HAIKYUU BOYS REACTION TO ACCIDENTALLY HITTING YOU WITH A VOLLEYBALL

pairings: toru oikawa (+ iwaizumi), shoyo hinata (+karasuno), koutaro bokuto (+akaashi)

warnings: fluff/crack fic, boys being stupid, minor description of injury

TORU OIKAWA

oikawa hits you with his monster jump-serve.

it was completely unintentional-- he was so in the zone that he served completely unknowingly without noticing your head pop in in the back. you fell over, the impact creating an unwanted one-second ringing in your ears as you look up, face warming and confused.

“oh...” oikawa’s face drops completely, the only sounds being the volleyball continuing to bounce on the gym floor.

the silence is insanely loud.

the rest of seijoh remained dumb-founded, unable to move as their eyes all linger towards oikawa’s fallen expression.

“what, are you just gonna stand there-?” iwaizumi calls, breaking the silence as he runs over to the other side to help you up. he takes your hand, helping you sit up on the bench “you okay?”

oikawa’s brain is running fifty miles an hour, trying to figure out whether he should play it cool and laugh it off, or take a more mature approach to apologize. “i’m sorry about that,” he says, first, but then laughs it off right after. “you good?”

iwaizumi gives the captain a stare while feeling your head. “what’s two times two-”

“they know basic math, iw-”

“oh would you shut it for just a second?”

“four, last time i checked,” you reply, nodding slightly.

iwaizumi gives a small sigh of relief. “okay, does anyone here want to take them to the nurse to-”

“i’ll do it,” oikawa blurts. the guilt in his chest is considered settled as he nods. “i’ll do it, come on, y/n.”

as you two are walking, oikawa contemplates on whether or not he should make fun of you for falling so suddenly, but then he remembers that it’s his fault. “i’m sorry about that. go home and get some rest, yeah?”

because even though he plays around and acts like a sophisticated member of society sometimes, he still cares about his team members, and you, especially.

“will do,” and you give a small smile in a way that makes oikawa’s heart do a mini relay-race. “and it’s alright, but just- try to look next time, maybe?”

SHOYO HINATA

as someone who’s been hit by a volleyball more than once, the way hinata’s face loses all color when you fall over is priceless

“y/n!!” he sprints over to the other side of the court to check on you, face etched with concern. “are you okay?”

“nice going, hinata,” tsukishima scoffs. hinata frowns.

“can you breathe?? talk to me, are they dying?? i think they’re dying-”

“hinata, calm down,” daichi says. “they’re not gonna die. y/n, are you okay?”

you feel your head, which luckily, isn’t as bad as you thought. “i’m good, it was just a shock, that’s all.”

hinata nods, thankful as he helps you up. he looks to daichi, “should we ask the others for help?”

the captain shakes his head. “no, i think it’s alright. y/n, do you want to sit down on the bench, maybe? i’ll go get you some ice-”

“i can do it!” hinata yells eagerly. he clears his throat, and more quietly says, “i can do it. i feel bad, it’s the most i can do.”

daichi nods. “alright, you can go get it. i’ll wait with y/n.”

hinata comes back with what could be considered a bucket of ice and medical tape enough for an entire hospital.

“i- hinata, what were you-”

“ARE THEY GONNA BE OKAY???”

kageyama slaps him back into place and forces him to stop micromanaging the situation. “shut up.”

hinata exhales, “okay. just.. i feel so bad-”

“it’s alright,” you smile. “really. it’s not a problem. and plus, you’ve been through worse, haven’t you? it doesn’t even hurt anymore, so you can go back to your game, yeah?”

hinata nods and takes the ice before pouring it down tanaka’s back

thank god you were okay.

KOUTARO BOKUTO

his “hey hey heyyy!!” came a little too early

bc yes, it ended up on the other side of the court. yes, it landed. but it landed on your face.

the atmosphere in the completely shfits. peoples heads whip around to the source of the sound, and the next thing you know, bokuto’s eyes are saucers as he paces up to catch up to you.

“I KILLED THEM!”

akaashi sighs, pushing the ace aside and helping you up. “are you alright?”

you feel your head, “i’m alright, thanks.”

the captain’s head is poking in every direction around you, “are you okay? you’re not dying, right?”

he might not care as much as hinata, but he definitely does show it more than oikawa.

“no, bokuto, i’m alright,” you reassure, getting up and sitting on the bench. “now pick yourself up, get back to your game, ace!”

when i tell you

this man’s eyes just LIGHT UP

“right! i’ll be more careful next time!”

he runs off back to play, and akaashi sits next to you. “i thought for sure bokuto would be in a slump when he found out you got hurt.”

you cock your head, “what are you talking about? i don’t think he would have-”

“no, it’s just that whenever he hurts someone like that, he goes into this, uh,” he makes a circle-like motion with his hands. “sprial, to say. he must really care about you if he trusted you enough not to get angry.”

“that... does kind of make sense,” you nod. “thanks, akaashi.”

“of course-”

“Y/N! DID YOU SEE THAT?”

you turn around to find the volleyball landing on the opposite side of bokuto’s court.

and your smile in return is more than enough to fuel bokuto for the rest of the game as he beams right back at you.

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kouomi · 4 years ago

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Family Secrets

Summary: How long would you be able to keep your relationship with your brothers’ best friend a secret? (F!reader x Suna Rintarō)

Warnings: slight jealously (basically none!)

Word Count: 3,813

A/N: the beginning of this is a little rocky sorry about that(it’s explaining a lil background I didn’t know where to put it)! This is also my first fic for Haikyuu and on this account so sorry if anything is off!

Posted: March 3rd, 2021 6:26 am EST

Having two older brothers isn’t easy for any girl. Especially if those older brothers are twins and especially if you were all in the same year at school.

Everyone at your school knew you as the Miya twins little sister and while you hated the title it was one that you’d had since you were born so overtime you grew used to it. You constantly lived in their shadow, especially when they started playing volleyball so in an attempt to gain your own title you started playing as well. You’re a setter for the girls team at Inarizaki, set to take the position of captain next year once your current third year captain is out of high school.

Your practice had just ended and after taking a quick shower in the locker room you headed to the other gym where the boys team was still practicing, silently slipping in the door and sitting on the bench.

“Little Miya is here!” Akagi exclaims, a few heads turning to face you. You give a small wave without looking up from your phone, rolling your eyes at the familiar sound of your brothers starting a fight.

“Why are you here?” Osamu asks on one of their water breaks, staring down at you from where he stood.

“Mom won’t let me walk home alone after practice and Yaku wasn’t here today.” You explain with a sigh, “So I have to wait for you two.”

“I forgot we’re going home today.” Atsumu groans, “She’s gonna kill me.”

“Why?”

“He failed the maths test.”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles past your lips, Atsumu glaring at you and your other brother as you laugh at his expense. He starts going on about how it wasn’t his fault but you don’t pay much attention, instead your gaze meeting another a few meters behind him. Almost as soon as you lock eyes they look away and you do the same, resisting the blush that tries to rise up your face.

After another thirty minutes of their practice they’re finally let go, everyone else on the team heading towards the dorms while you, Atsumu, and Osamu make your way towards the front gate.

“There’s at least two girls on my team that have a crush on you guys.” You add to their conversation after listening in on them talking about their fan girls for the past ten minutes.

“Eh? Why would someone like ‘Samu?” Atsumu asks.

“You literally have the same face.” You blink, watching as he goes to argue but can’t seem to find any words that work in his favor.

While the twins on either side of you kept talking you pulled out your phone, a small smile crossing your face as your fingers danced across the screen to reply to a text. You’d turned down your brightness and tilted your phone closer to your face so your brothers wouldn’t be able to read anything but they still eyed you suspiciously, silently sharing their questions with each other over your head.

“Y/n? What’re ya doin?” Atsumu asks, making you turn off your phone and shove it in your pocket.

“Texting my team.” You answer coolly, “Some of us actually have to put work in outside of practice.”

“Oi it’s not my fault yer a vice captain and we’re not!”

“What about organizing makes you smile like that?” Osamu asks. You cringe at his words; of course he’d be the one to pick up on that.

“When did this turn into twenty questions?” You ask, voice slight squeaking as you spoke.

“Does our baby sister have a boyfriend?” Atsumu grins, resting his arm on your shoulder.

“No, and don’t call me that! You’re not even a year older than me!” You exclaim, shoving his arm off and picking up your pace so you walked ahead of them instead of between.

“Hey, get back here!”

After dinner with your family you sat in your room, repeatedly setting a volleyball into the air above you and occasionally groaning as you hear your brothers through the thin walls of your home. While you were practicing your mind wandered to how close you’d come to being found out by the duo all because of a stupid smile. You’d managed to hide your relationship for nearly five months now but it was getting harder and harder, especially considering your boyfriend was one of your brothers close friends and teammate. You’d wanted to tell them before but it would just cause unnecessary awkwardness and maybe even distrust among the four of you so you decided to keep it secret. It did make things more interesting sometimes but also immensely difficult to find places you could go on dates without risk of being caught, as things as simple as texting nearly exposed your relationship.

Your train of thought is interrupted by a knock on your window, the volleyball above you coming crashing down on to your face when you turn to look at the source of the noise. Rubbing your nose you stood up and crossed the room, gasping lightly when you see the main topic of your thoughts standing on the branch of the tree outside your window.

“Rin?!” You whisper yell after pushing open the glass, sticking your head outside.

He flashes you a small smile as you reach out to help him inside, leaving the window open behind him in case he needed to use it as a quick escape route.

“What’re you doing here?”

“Thought I’d stop by.” He responds, reaching out and pulling you towards him with one of your hands before his arms snake around your waist, “We haven’t hung out in a while.”

“Ya could’ve just waited til tomorrow.” You say though find yourself melting into him, “‘Tsumu and ‘Samu are literally on the other side of that wall.”

“Well I was on my way to the store and thought I’d stop by.”

You shake your head with a sigh as your arms move around his back, one of your hands between his shoulder blades and the other on the back of his neck. He leans down, face hovering in front of yours for a moment before you close the space between you and press your lips to his.

“You really can’t stay.” You mumble, pulling apart momentarily to talk.

“Just for a little bit.” He says, pecking your lips again before lowering his head to the crook of your neck.

“Rin.” You warn though your words lose any authority when he presses a delicate kiss to your jaw making you subconsciously lean closer into his grasp with a slight intake of breath.

“Okay, maybe just a bit.”

You feel him smile before he peppers your neck in kisses, one of his hands moving up to lightly hold the side as his thumb gently pushes up your chin. You turn and press a kiss to his temple before you angle your head up and to the side, giving him more access as you both take a few unstable steps back until the back of your legs hit your bed. Slowly you fall back on to the mattress, Suna following and hovering over you with one of his hands hooked under your lower back.

“Hey Y/n?” He asks quietly, thin eyes baring into your own.

You hum, eyes flickering away for a moment to brush some of his hair out of his face.

“Can we take a nap?”

Your face falls at his question before a small laugh bubbles past your lips, “We can’t, my brothers might walk in.”

The middle blocker gives a disappointed groan before he lays down on top of you, his head resting on your chest as his arms encircle your waist.

“Just five minutes.” He mumbles.

Before you could respond you heard a loud crash from the wall next to you followed by shouting and a yell of your name. The color drained from your face as footsteps approached your room, Suna quickly jumping up and scanning the room for some where to hide. You jester towards the window and he narrows his eyes before climbing out, nearly slipping as he steps on the branches of the tree.

“Y/n!” Atsumu yells as he throws open your door, “Help!”

“What do you-“ Before you could finish your sentence the boy in front of you is tackled to the ground by a flash of grey hair, the two rolling around on the ground of your room.

“Give it back ya asshole!”

“I can’t! I already ate it!”

“What?!”

You watch with wide eyes as they fight, neither paying much attention to you as they carry whatever they’d started on in your room. Even being their sister you had a hard time distinguishing between them with how fast they were moving around, flashes of grey and blonde the only indicator of who was who.

“Stop! You’re gonna knock me over-!” Your words are cut off by the heavy sound of you being sent to the floor, yelling as you’re unwillingly dragged into their fight.

“What is wrong with you two?!”

“He ate my Onigiri!” Osamu exclaims, narrowly missing a punch to the gut, “I spent two hours making that!”

“It’s not my fault ya left it out!” His twin yells back, using his knee to keep down one of his opponent’s legs.

“You’re fighting over food?” You ask exasperatedly, hissing when your hair is violently yanked to the side. As you tried to pull yourself free from their tangle of limbs a swift fist swings into your eye, a yelp of pain leaving you as you reach up to cradle your face.

“Look what ya did now!” Osamu says, reluctantly pulling away from your brother and kneeling in front of you.

“Yer both stupid ya know that?” You hiss, cowering away when a hand reaches out towards you.

“Shit- Y/n I’m sorry, are you okay?” Atsumu asks, any previous fight now long forgotten as they both crouch in front of you with concerned looks.

“Is it bad?” You question, lowering your hand and cringing when you notice their eyes widen.

“Ya think you could pull off purple eyeshadow?”

You groan before taking his hand and letting him pull you up, walking towards the small mirror on your desk and withering at the sight. The area around your right eye was already red and starting to turn purple and swell, reminding all three of you of the strength the brothers had that they often forgot about.

“‘Tsumu, stop eating everything you see, ‘Samu it’s kind of your fault for leaving it out.” You sigh, watching them both deflate and go to argue with you before looking back at your eye, “Now get out.”

“Are you sure? I can getchya an ice pack or somethin?” Atsumu asks but you shake your head.

“Just go, I’ll be fine.”

They reluctantly walk out of your room, flashing you an apologetic look as you trail behind them and close the door with a heavy sigh.

After inspecting your eye a little while longer you pull out your phone, scrolling through your contacts for a moment before finding Sunas.

You roll your eyes but still do so, cringing at the sight of the ugly purple that’d started to develop before you hit send.

The next day you after you’d gone back to campus you’d gotten a lot of questions about your eye, especially once you went to your morning classes. You’d started to grow annoyed with the persistent, never ending same question over and over and by the time your free period rolled around you were ready to spend the rest of your day in your dorm. On your way to the front of the building you stopped at your locker, unable to resist the smile that pulled at the corners of your lips when you saw your favorite food sitting in a bag next to your books, a small note attached to the top.

Hope you can see this with one eye

-Rintarō

You tuck the note in your pocket before pulling the food out of your locker, making your way towards where you and your friends always met up for lunch. They seemed surprised about your black eye and thankfully didn’t bring up the topic after you explained the story behind the ugly mark.

“You know, some of the boys on the boys volleyball team are pretty cute.” You hear one of the girls say, effectively gaining your attention.

“Especially the second years.” The girl next to you say, “No wonder the twins have so many fan girls.”

“You guys are gonna make me throw up.” You groan, wrinkling your nose at the thought of seeing your brothers in that light.

“Hey, you can’t deny that they’re cute!” She giggles, shoulder bumping into yours as she does so, “Maybe you could set me up with one of them.”

“In your dreams.” You scoff and she frowns.

“What about Suna?” Your other teammates speaks up. You have to resist the urge to shut down the conversation, not wanting to hear other girls talk about how attractive they found your boyfriend.

“Hm, now that you mention it he is pretty handsome.” Another girl weighs in, “His eyes are kind of hypnotizing.”

“What do you think Y/n?”

“I guess he’s cute.” You shrug, trying to seem nonchalant as you refused to make eye contact.

“We should go to the boy’s practice after ours.” Your friend suggests, “We can just watch for pointers.”

“Kori is trying to pick up a new boyfriend!”

As the rest of your team continues laughing and talking about the boys team you find yourself pulled into your own thoughts, worries and insecurities already working their way into the confidence you had in your relationship. What if one of the other girls made a move on Suna? Would he play along with it just to keep the guise of being single? How far would he let her go? Would he realize that he wants to be with someone other than you? Perhaps someone prettier?

By the time you were brought back to reality everyone else was already packing up their things, forcing you to shove the thoughts in the back of your mind though they whispered to you through out the rest of your classes.

“Alright you girls can pack up, we’re done for the day!” Your coach announces. You walk with the rest of your team towards the locker rooms with a towel wrapped loosely around your neck, your breathing heavy from the effort from practice. You were excited for it to finally be over and be able to spend the rest of the night with your boyfriend, though your plans are quickly thrown off when someone calls your name from the other side of the gym.

“Y/n, I need you to stay behind with the third years.” Your coach says making you inwardly groan though you still nod and jog towards the small group.

“You know where we’ll be Y/n!” Your friends call out, waving as they close the door to the gym behind them.

The extra practice goes by painstakingly slow, another half hour passing before you were allowed to shower and leave. You practically ran to the other gym, internally panicking at the thought of what you might walk into when you pushed open the doors.

Finally you made it, wasting no time in stepping into the familiar room and quickly scanning the people littered through out. You notice a few groups split off talking to each other, rolling your eyes as you see Atsumu flirting with the girls around him while Osamu stood next to him with an unamused expression. Moving on from them you looked on the other side of the gym, finding your boyfriend standing on the corner of the court.

Relief floods you as you begin to approach him though it’s short lived when you see the girl standing a little too close for comfort. Suna had his signature neutral expression as he spoke to her, not even flinching when she lays a hand on his bicep and steps closer, looking up at him with a coy grin. A sick feeling makes it’s home in your stomach as you watch them and how unbothered he seemed by it all, even giving her one of his rare smiles. You find it harder to believe it’s all an act, that his actions weren’t genuine and he wasn’t actually entertaining her advances. Maybe he was thinking about other options; he had to be tired of how secretive and sneaky he had to be with you and was looking for someone else, someone he could be public with. Maybe you were losing him.

The final straw for you is when you see her hand trail up to hold his face, the action chilling you to the bone and sending you across the room. You’re quickly within range of the two as you approached from behind the girl, Sunas eyes meeting yours and lighting up slightly.

“Oh hey Y/n, I didn’t know if you were going to make it.” Your teammate smiles, her hand still resting on Sunas arm as she turned around to talk to you.

“Yeah. So, what’s going on?” You respond, getting straight to the point as you shift your weight uncomfortably.

“Just having a little chat with Suna here.” She responds, turning towards the man in question so she was practically shoved against him now. You not so subtly cringed at the action which he took notice to, finally taking the opportunity to throw the girl off.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” Suna says, peeling himself away from your teammate and stepping closer to you, “Ready to go?”

He tightly loops an arm around your waist, his thumb running up and down on your uniform clad hip. You’re caught off guard by his sudden public display but quickly cover it with a smile, feeling relief flow through you as he distances himself from the girl.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting.” You say as your arm goes behind his back, “Coach had me do extra practice with the third years.”

“It’s fine, Kori was here to keep me company.” He responds, both of your gazes flickering to the girl who stood almost dumbfounded next to you.

“Wait are you two...?” She asks, neither of you quite answering though the answer was heavily implied, “Miya? With someone like you as a boyfriend? Either you’re lying or-“

You notice Suna roll his eyes before he pulls you flush against himself, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours in one swift motion. You melt into him as your hand reaches up to cup his face, pulling away with an ethereal smile.

“Or you’re really good at lying.” Kori finishes, blinking at you both as if she’s trying to catch up to the sequence of events. After a few moments of the three of you intensely staring at each other she gives a smile and walks off to your other teammates by the door, a rapid conversation bursting out amongst them complete with constant glances and gasps.

“Y/n?!”

You cringe at the sudden, all too familiar yell of your brothers as they quickly push through the girls around them and rush over to where you stood. Suna tenses slightly and turns towards them, his arm loosening so you could stand beside him though it still stays comfortably wrapped around your body.

“What was that?!” Atsumu exclaims, eyes dancing back and forth between you and his friend, “The two of you just...”

“Are you... dating?” Osamu asks, narrowing his eyes slightly as he spoke.

“Yeah.” Suna answers, watching as their expressions fall and they look at each other before back at you.

“How long?” The blonde questions.

“Five months.” You respond this time.

“What?!”

“Well it was great talking to you but we better get going.” You say, gently pushing Suna towards the door in an attempt to escape your brothers.

“Hold on a minute,” Osamu says, as they work their way between you and your boyfriend, “Suna, do ya really think ya can get off that easy datin our precious little sister?”

“Didn’t you give her a black eye?”

“That’s besides the point! Ya know if ya do anythin to hurt her I’m gonna-“

“Why would I hurt her?” Suna interrupts, the three Miyas turning to face him, “She’s my girlfriend, I care about her.”

It’s silent for a moment as your brothers stare in surprise, their minds finally catching up as they search for something else to say.

“Tsumu if you keep this up I’m gonna tell em about your little crush.” You say before they can start again, watching as his face loses color and his expression falls, “And ‘Samu I’ll take all of your cookbooks.”

“... Yer safe for now Suna.” Atsumu says quietly, giving his friend a soft glare.

You take this as an opportunity to escape the twins, wasting no time in quickly making your way across the gym and out the double doors. A breath you didn’t realize you were holding finally leaves your lungs, Suna looking down at you and noticing how exhausted physically and mentally you seemed. Silently he laces your fingers together and gives your hand a gentle squeeze in an effort to help you relax even if it were only slightly.

“We don’t have to hide anymore.” You say quietly though it’s loud in both of your ears, the sentence one you’ve been wanting to say for a long time. Suna responds by pulling your hand up to his face and pressing a kiss to your knuckles before letting your interlaced hands dangle between you. It was a luxury you hadn’t yet been able to experience, holding his hand out in public. Something about the simple action made your heart flutter, your eyes flickering towards Suna momentarily before back towards the path. It was as if you were confirming your relationship, announcing to the world and more importantly your brothers that Suna was your boyfriend.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Suna asks, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Just admiring.” You answer, smiling as he gives you a weird look before squeezing your hand.

“I think I’m gonna like this.” He mumbles, abruptly pulling you into himself by your hand.

You stumble for a moment before relaxing against him, your arms finding their place wrapped loosely around his neck while his hold you firmly in place by your waist. Your hand cups his cheek as you lean closer, stopped centimeters away close enough for his breath to dance on your face and lips to barely graze your own.

“Me too.”

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a/n: hola!! So, I’m posting the first 7K here since this is just one long one-shot. I hope y’all will join patreon to continue reading the rest of the story. I worked really hard on this one, and for whatever reason I feel like this is some of my best writing. Enjoy!

Words in total: 38K

Warnings:

TW - mentions of abortion/planned parenthood

Some angst, mostly just two people being idiots

Smut - slight daddy!kink, slight soft dom

Being the new kid in school is never easy. When you’re in elementary school, it’s exciting. Everyone wants to know you and be your friend, but in middle school…the kids judged you on day one. Orla Murphy and her family moved to Boston halfway through fifth grade. It would have been one thing if it was summer, she’d be able to slide in undetected. She could just pretend she was from a different elementary school and be done with it. But no, her father got offered a new job in the big city that he couldn’t turn down. Orla’s an only child, so it wasn’t even like she could mope and complain with a sibling. It was just her and her parents, and even though her mother was a bit more sympathetic to her daughter’s misery, it didn’t make Orla feel better.

So, here she is, on her first day of school on February 1st standing in front of a classroom of kids she doesn’t know, being forced to introduce herself and where she’s from.

“Go on, Orla, tell us a little about yourself.” The teacher says with a warm smile.

“Um…I’m Orla Murphy, I just moved here from Vermont. I’m from a small town where the whole school is the size of this classroom.” She looks down at her snow boots before looking up at the teacher.

“Wow, this’ll be quite the adjustment. What do you like to do for fun?”

“I draw and listen to music. I play Barbies, um…that’s all I can think of right now.”

“That’s fine, thank you, Orla. You can have a seat now.”

Orla goes back to where she was sitting before she got called up to introduce herself to her home room. She slumps down into her seat and listens to the morning announcements. The bell rings and it’s off to math. The class goes across the hall to the other teacher.

By the time lunch rolls around, Orla isn’t feeling much better about her new school. She had brought lunch, and wasn’t sure who to sit with. Her class has two assigned tables, but she doesn’t want to take anyone’s usual seat. She contemplates going to eat in the bathroom until someone taps her on the shoulder.

“You can sit with me and my friends, if you want.”

She turns around to look at a boy with a mess of chocolate brown curls on his head, a pair of round glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, and braces gracing his smile.

“Oh, um, thanks.” Orla blushes and follows him to one of the tables.

“I’m one of the few people that brings lunch too, everyone should be over soon. I’m Harry by the way.”

“Hi.” She says shyly.

“What kind of a name is Orla?” He asks, biting into his apple after they sit down.

“It’s Irish…”

“Cool! Does it mean anything.”

“Golden princess, or something like that, I don’t really know. My dad’s Irish and I guess his grandmother’s name was Orla so they named me after her.”

“That’s really cool. My mom just liked the name Harry, and now that’s my name.” He shrugs. “Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

“No.” She says, and pulls her sandwich out of her lunchbox. “Do you?”

“Mhm, I’ve got three older brothers, I’m the youngest. My oldest brother is a senior in high school, isn’t that cool? He’s going to college next year.”

“Does he drive you places?”

“Yeah! And sometimes he lets me sit in the front seat without my mom knowing. He’s the best.”

Orla felt like she was finally starting to open up, but Harry’s friends joined their table and took over the conversation. They acknowledged her, but didn’t make any effort to pull her back into the conversation. Harry noticed this and didn’t like it. She excuses herself a few minutes before the bell rings to go use the bathroom. There’s a study block after lunch where all of the kids in class could get a jump on homework, or read.

“Okay, everyone!” Mrs. Sampson, the teacher, cheers. “We’ve got a very special treat today. It’s Harry’s birthday, and his mom sent him in with cupcakes for the whole class!” Harry stands up and smiles as Mrs. Sampson places a birthday crown on his head. “Harry, would you like to pick someone to help you pass out the cupcakes?”

“Sure.” He nods and looks around the room. Many kids raise their hands with excitement. He spots Orla looking out the window with her chin resting on her fist. “I pick…Orla!”

Her attention snaps over to Harry while everyone looks at her. She stands up and walks over to him and takes a tray of cupcakes to help pass them out. Once everyone has their cupcakes, and a carton of milk supplied by Mrs. Sampson, the kids are allowed to sit with their friends and chat. Soon, some of the girls start talking with Orla, and it helps her feel more welcome.

By the end of the day, all of the kids are dismissed to go to their lockers and grab their backpacks before getting into their bus lines or go wait for their parents to pick them up. Orla sees Harry at his locker and she works up the courage to go talk to him.

“Hey, um, why’d you pick me earlier?” She asks him.

“Huh? Oh…I don’t know, I didn’t like that my friends were ignoring you at lunch. So, I just thought if you passed out the cupcakes with me more people would talk to you.” He rubs the back of his neck and grabs a card out of his locker. “Listen, I’m having a birthday party this weekend at Roller World, you should come.” He hands her the invitation. “The whole class is coming, it’ll be fun.”

“I’ll, um, I’ll ask my parents…thanks, Harry.”

“Don’t mention it.” He smiles. “Are you taking the bus home?”

“Yeah.”

“What number?”

“Eleven.”

“That’s my bus! You weren’t on it this morning.” He closes his locker and they start making their way to the auditorium where the bus lines are.

“Yeah, my mom wanted to drop me off this morning to walk me into the office so I could get my schedule and stuff.”

“Cool, where do you live?”

“I’m the second to last house on the left of Langston Ave…number twenty-four.”

“You can’t be serious. That’s literally right across the street from where I live! I was wondering who moved into that house. I’m number twenty-seven.”

“Whoa, that’s freaky.” Orla blinks.

“Well, at least you know you have a friend close by. We can wait at the bus stop in the mornings together if you want.” The two go into their line and wait as the teacher on duty keeps them at bay. “Do you wanna sit together?”

“That’s okay, I’m sure you have other friends you usually sit with.”

“Yeah, but none of them are new and exciting.” He scoffs. “Unless…uh, if you don’t wanna sit with me that’s totally fine.”

“No, I do! I just didn’t want you to think you had to offer.” She blushes.

“You’re funny, you know that?” He gives her shoulder a nudge with his hand, and the teacher lets the kids know they can go to their bus.

Orla follows Harry outside and onto bus eleven. He grabs a seat in the middle of the bus and sits down. Orla sits down next to him and smiles. The two talk the whole way home. Harry listens as Orla explains what her dad does for work and why they had to move.

“You’re gonna like living closer to the city, I think. It’s really fun to ride the trains and stuff.” Harry tells her.

They get to their stop and make their way off the bus. Orla’s mom is waiting outside on their front steps for her with a smile on her face.

“Um, thanks for being so nice to me today.” Orla says to Harry.

“You don’t have to thank me. Don’t forget to ask your parents about coming to my party on Saturday, okay?”

“Okay, bye.”

“See you tomorrow.” Harry smiles before crossing the street to his house.

“There she is! How was your day? Was that a new friend?” Orla’s mom gives her a big hug and kiss.

“Mum, stop!” She pushes her mother off of her and they both go into the house. “I got invited to a party on Saturday, can I go?” She hands her mother the invitation Harry had given her.

“Sure! I think I can make this work. I knew you’d make friends right away.”

“I didn’t make friends, I just made one. His name is Harry.” Orla sits down at the kitchen island while her mom makes up an after school snack for her.

“One is still good, Honey. I know this move hasn’t been easy for you, but I’m so proud of you for making it through your first day.” Mrs. Murphy sets down some peanut butter covered celery sticks in front of Orla. “Were your teachers nice?”

“Mhm, Mrs. Simmons is my homeroom teacher, and she’s my English and Social Studies teacher. Mrs. Rayburn is my math and science teacher from across the hall. We had a study block after lunch and we had cupcakes cause it’s Harry’s birthday. Tomorrow we have art after lunch.”

“That’ll be fun.” Mrs. Murphy smiles. “Wait until Dad gets home, he’ll be so happy to hear how your first day went.”

On Saturday, Orla takes a deep breath as she walks into the roller rink. Her mother is right behind her making sure she gets in safely. Orla grips the gift bag with Harry’s present in it as they walk further in.

“There they are.” Orla says to her mom, and they make their way over to the other kids and their parents.

“Orla, you made it!” Harry beams and gives her a high five. “Put that down, we can go get your skates.” He tugs her along to the counter while Mrs. Murphy says hello to Mr. and Mrs. Styles.

“Hi, Monique Murphy, I’m Orla’s mum.” She shakes both of their hands.

“You just moved in across the street, right?” Mrs. Styles says. “We’ve been meaning to come over to introduce ourselves.”

“No worries, I’m sure you’ve been busy putting all of this together. Your son has been so sweet to Orla these past few days.”

“We’ve always taught him to treat others with kindness. Um, is your husband at home, or is it just you two in that darling cape house?” Mrs. Styles asks.

“Oh, Shawn’s doing some unpacking for me. I work from home, and I needed him to put my desk back together and all that.”

While Mrs. Murphy gets acquainted with the other adults, Harry helps Orla lace up her skates. Many of the other kids say hello to her, but mostly keep to their established friend groups.

“Have you ever roller skated before?” Harry asks her as he helps her stand up.

“No.” She wobbles and latches onto his shoulders. “Maybe I should just sit this out. I don’t wanna slow anyone down.”

Harry rolls his eyes and takes Orla’s hand to help her get to the rink entrance.

“Come on, Harry! We’re gonna race!” One of the boys says.

“In a minute, I’m hanging with Orla right now.” He looks back at Orla as they both get onto the rink. “Okay, so you’re gonna glide right and left.” He spins around to take her hands, and starts slowly skating backwards. Orla looks at him with wide eyes. “I play ice hockey.”

“Oh, cool.” She swallows, and grips his hands as she follows his movements.

“There you go, you’re doing it!” Harry cheers her on. The DJ announces that cosmic skating is about to begin, and the rink goes pitch black. Neon lights turn on around the rink and everyone starts cheering. “Think you’ve got the hang of it so I can skate beside you?”

“Yeah, but you can go with your other friends. I don’t want you to think you have to babysit me.”

“I don’t think that.” He moves beside her and takes one of her hands. “It’ll just be easier to guide you like this.”

Orla ends up having a fun time with Harry, and she even warms up to some of the other kids. She learns that Logan, Owen, and Matt are Harry’s three best friends. Logan takes Orla’s other hand at one point and helps her skate a little faster with them. She laughs with all of them and gets the hang of skating on her own. Eventually it’s time for pizza, cake, and presents. Orla sits next to Sammy and Frida, two of the girls she was getting friendlier with in class. Harry starts opening his gifts. He gets some action figures, a new Bruins jersey, skate laces, and then he gets to Orla’s gift. From the few days Orla had spent getting to know Harry, she had learned that science was one of his favorite subjects. So, she got him a make your own volcano kit.

“Wow!” He exclaims as he pulls the kit out of the bag. “This is so cool! Thanks, Orla!” He smiles at her.

“You’re welcome.” She says back quietly.

After they eat, the kids go back for a few more rounds on the rink. Others go off to play in the arcade area. Kids start getting picked up by their parents, and Mrs. Murphy lets Orla know it’s time to go.

“I’m really glad you came.” Harry tells her.

“Me too, thanks for inviting me. Um, see you on Monday?”

“Yeah.” Harry pulls something out of his pocket. “I won these at the arcade, they’re just rubber bracelets, but I don’t need two of them. Do you want one?” He holds up the red rubber bracelet that has Roller World imprinted into it.

“Sure, thanks.” Orla takes the bracelet and slides it onto her wrist. She watches as Harry puts his own on.

From that day on, Harry and Orla were the best of friends. They did everything together. She’d go to his hockey games, and he’d invite her over to do homework after school. In the summer time they’d go swimming in his pool, and Mr. Murphy would grill them up some burgers. By the time eighth grade hit, the teasing started. Their friends told them to just kiss already, and they’d ask why they’re not boyfriend and girlfriend. Orla didn’t like Harry like that, as cute as he was. He was just her friend, and she liked it that way. Did they go to the eighth grade dance together and have a conjoined end of middle school party? Sure, but that’s what friends do.

High school is an entirely different ball game. They lived closer to the high school, so they didn’t need to take the bus. Harry and Orla would walk together every morning. They were put into different homerooms because of their last names, but they had many classes together. They were able to choose their seats so they made sure to sit together whenever they could. They had the same lunch period with their friends, so it was easy enough to get through the day. Orla tried out for the girls’ volleyball team, and she got on, so Harry would make sure to go to her matches. He made it onto the varsity hockey team, so Orla continued to go to his games as well. Again, people continued to ask if they were dating. This was mostly because Harry got more handsome by the day and girls were starting to express their crushes. Orla was pretty in her own right, but she was too shy to even look to see if anyone was looking back at her.

They went to school dances as a group, but they always danced to slow songs together. The summer between freshman and sophomore year of high school, the duo got jobs working at a retirement community restaurant that only hired high school students as servers. This meant new friends, and new people to hang out with after work. Most nights someone would host a fire in their backyard, and most nights this led to making stupid decisions. Orla and Harry didn’t drink, but they did smoke weed every once in a while.

“I don’t wanna smell like it, my parents would freak out.” Orla says to her friend who’s about to pass the joint to her.

“We could shotgun it.” He says.

“What do you mean?”

“I can inhale it and pass it to your mouth.” He smirks.

“Oh…” She furrows her brows. Harry isn’t paying attention to the interaction between Orla and Trevor, the sixteen-year-old boy who Orla secretly had a crush on. “Wouldn’t that be like kissing?” She giggles.

“Maybe, would that be a bad thing? If I kissed you?”

“You wanna kiss me?” Orla asks, but before she can get an answer, Harry’s hand finds her shoulder.

“My dad’s here, we need to go.” He says into her ear.

“Oh, um, okay.” Orla stands up.

“If you wanna stay longer, I can drive you home.” Trevor says.

“You’ve been smoking.” Harry says, stepping in front of Orla. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He takes Orla’s hand and tugs her along.

“Harry, where’s your dad’s car?” Orla asks when they get to the front of the house.

“He’s not here, I just said that so Trevor would leave you alone. We’re only a block away from home, let’s just walk.”

“Trevor wasn’t bothering me though.” Orla says to him as they start walking.

“Well, he was bothering me.”

“Why?”

“He was pressuring you into taking a hit off his joint.”

“No he wasn’t. And since when do you care if I want to smoke? It’s not like it would have been my first time.”

“I have some edibles in my room, we can have those.”

“Harry, you ruined something that could have been really special.”

“Yeah? Like what?” He huffs, walking slightly ahead of her.

“Trevor was going to kiss me, and I really like him.” Harry stops short and turns around to look at her. “And you know that would have been my first kiss, so…it would have been special.”

“You wanted your first kiss to be with a guy you would taste like weed in front of a ton of our friends?”

“No one was watching us.” She looks down.

“Why do you like him?”

“Because he’s cute and funny, and he always helps me buss my tables at work.”

“Is that all it takes?” Harry scoffs.

“What’s your problem? You flirt with girls all the time, you know.”

“Girls flirt with me, and news flash, I haven’t kissed anyone either. It’s not like I’m being hypocritical.” He rolls his eyes and starts walking again. Orla crosses her arms over her chest and follows behind him in silence. They don’t say another word to each other until they get to their street, and Orla starts to walk away from him towards her house. “Where are you going? I thought you were sleeping over.”

“Think I’d rather just be alone right now. I’m too annoyed to spend another second around you tonight.”

“You’re being a baby.” He follows her across the street and they both stop at the front of her walkway.

“And you’re being a jerk.”

“Why would you want your first kiss to be with someone who’s just trying to get into your pants?”

“He’s not like that.”

“Yes he is! I heard him, okay? I heard Trevor talking to Eric at the dish drop off. He…he has some bet with him that by before summer is over you two will have gone all the way.”

“You’re lying.” Orla’s eyes start to water.

“I’m not, why would I lie to you?”

“I don’t know!” Orla sprints off into her house. Harry sighs heavily and goes to his own house.

Mr. and Mrs. Murphy have already gone to bed, so Orla’s quiet as she makes her way up to her room. She washes her face and brushes her teeth before getting into her pajamas. She sits on her bed with her laptop so she can watch TV to calm down. About twenty minutes later, Harry’s climbing in through her window. She looks over at him with a pout and puffy eyes. He doesn’t say anything to her, all he does is cup her jaw and press his lips to her. Her eyes nearly pop out of her head. Before she can even do anything Harry steps back from her.

“Now we’ve both had our first kiss.” He mutters, cheeks a deep shade of red. “I care about you, and you care about me…so it’s special.”

“Oh…well…thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He goes back over to her window, ready to climb back down. “Date whoever you want…just trust me about Trevor, okay?” With that he leaves.

She touches her fingertips to her lips and flops back into her pillows. Her first kiss was just with her very best friend, what could be better?

“Logan asked you to junior prom!?” Harry shrieks when Orla tells him after school.

“Shh, yes. I told him I had to talk with you first.”

“Well, do you want to go with him?”

“Not if it’s going to put you in a pissy mood.” She smirks.

“Do you…like Logan? Do you think he’d be a more fun date?”

“It’s not that I think he’d be more fun, but…you know he and I make out sometimes, it’d be nice to go with someone that I could be a little more intimate with. Besides, you have a crush on Josie, why don’t you ask her?”

“Because we go to every dance together.” Harry takes a deep breath. “Go with Logan, it’s fine. As long as you and I still take separate pictures together.”

“Of course! Oh, thank you, Harry!” She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses his cheek. She’s about to walk away from him to go tell Logan, but he wraps his hand around her wrist. She furrows her brows as she look at him.

“But for senior prom, let it be known now, no matter what, you’re mine.” He’s as serious as a heart attack. For some reason, Orla’s mouth feels incredibly dry. She nods in understanding and Harry lets her go. “Go on, go tell your lover boy.”

Orla runs off to go find Logan, and Harry rolls his eyes. He ends up going to junior prom with Josie, who was overjoyed when Harry asked her to go with him. They all have a good time, and they end up having a big sleepover party in Owen’s basement. The lights are dim, and the air is a little smokey. People are drinking, others are staying sober, no one is pressuring anyone to do anything they don’t want to do. Harry can’t help but glance over at Orla every once in a while. She’s sitting on Logan’s lap in a hoodie and joggers, but her hair and makeup are still all done up. They’re kissing and giggling, and Harry feels like he’s going to be sick.

“Let’s play truth or dare!” Frida shouts. Everyone gets into a circle on the floor, and they use a glass soda bottle to spin. Owen spins first, and it lands on Harry.

“Truth or dare?” Owne smirks at his friend.

“Dare.” Harry says confidently. Frida whispers something into Owen’s ear and he nods.

“I dare you to go into the closet with Orla for eleven minutes in heaven.”

Everyone falls silent. Harry and Orla look at each other, and then they both look at Logan and Josie.

“It’s not like they’re going to do anything. I say go for it.” Logan shrugs.

“This is so stupid.” Harry huffs and stands up. Orla follows behind him and goes into the closet.

“Timer starts now! We’ll let you out when it goes off!” Owen yells to them as he turns the music up.

Harry and Orla both cross their arms over their chests as they stand face to face in the cramped closet. They don’t say anything at first, but Harry breaks the silence.

“I think this is, like, the gazillionth time someone has dared us to do this.” He shakes his head.

“Sounds about right.” She sighs. “I’m so glad no one knows we were each other’s first kisses, they’d die if they found out.”

“Yeah.” Harry runs a hand through his hair. “Did you have fun with Logan tonight?”

“Mhm.” She smiles. “What about you and Josie?”

“She’s nice enough, I’m not really sure why I was crushing on her so hard for. She’s not really my type.”

“That’s too bad, I’m sorry.” Orla frowns. “I didn’t think you really had a type.”

“Well, I do.” He snaps. “Doesn’t everyone?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “I don’t think I do.”

“Why do you like Logan?”

“He’s always been sweet to me. I think he’s cute, he helps me with my history homework. And he’s a good kisser.” She grins.

“Is that all you’ve done together? Just kiss?”

“Yeah, I would have told you if something more happened.”

“So…no second base?”

“Has he groped my boobs? No, I’m not ready for something like that yet.” She laughs.

“I thought second was, uh, blow jobs.”

“I thought that was third.”

“No, third is fucking.”

“Then what’s home plate?”

“Being in a relationship.” Harry laughs, and so does Orla.

“That’s fucked up.” She shakes her head.

“Do you think you’ll get to any of that with Logan?”

“I don’t know to be honest. I’m not really worried about it. I’m just going with the flow with him. Why do you care so much? I know he’s one of your oldest friends, but-“

“That’s not why I care. I just…” He steps a little closer to her and tucks some loose curls behind her ear. “I know how sentimental you get about things, and I’d kill him if he ever did something to hurt you.”

She looks up at him. She can feel his minty breath fanning over her skin.

“You can’t be my first for everything, Harry.” She says quietly.

“Why not?” He whispers. He’s just about to lean in when the door swings open.

“So? Did anything happen?” Frida asks excitedly.

“Nope, sorry to disappoint you all yet again.” Orla says, and brushes by all of them to go grab some water.

Harry walks out of the closet, and they all continue their game. When they finish, they all go back to just hanging out. Orla takes her place back in Logan’s lap.

“Do you wanna go somewhere private?” He whispers to her.

“To do what?” She whispers back.

“You know.” He wiggles his eyebrows at her.

“Logan, I’m really only into kissing right now. I don’t want to do anything else.”

“Wouldn’t it be nice to kiss in private, though?”

“We do that in your car all the time.” She laughs. “I’m having fun with everyone right now.”

“You just don’t wanna sneak off because Harry’s here.”

“That’s not true.” She frowns. “I just know what I’m personally not ready for. I…I don’t have to explain myself to you.” Orla stands up and grabs her sleeping bag and pillow.

“What, you’re not going to sleep next to me now?”

“I never was.” She throws her things down next to Harry, and buries her face into her pillow.

“You okay?” He asks, rubbing her back.

“Why is every guy a jerk? Like, why is sex the only thing on your pea sized brains.”

“Because our brains are pea sized.” Harry smirks. “We don’t have room to think about anything else. Did Logan try to pull a move?”

“Sort of. He asked if I wanted to go somewhere more private, and I said no, and he said I was only saying no because you’re here, but that’s not the case at all. I just don’t wanna go further than kissing, and he couldn’t comprehend that.”

“Do you want me to talk to him?”

“No, I think that’ll just make it worse. It’s not like we were dating, it doesn’t matter. I just…do you think Josie will care if I sleep next to you?”

“Oh, her mom picked her up.”

“When?”

“Like an hour ago…after I politely declined a hand job from her.”

The two burst out laughing and get into their respective sleeping bags. Orla cuddles up to Harry’s side and he throws an arm around her. For the first time in a while, Harry’s able to fall asleep with ease.

The pair ended up going to the same college for undergrad, of course. No one expected them to go to different schools. However, their majors were vastly different. Orla wanted to be a Physical Education teacher, and Harry wanted to be a pediatric surgeon. So, while Orla was in her education courses, Harry was balls deep in biology, anatomy, chemistry, and calculus. Harry was assigned a roommate at random, another pre-med student; his name is Neil. And Orla ended up rooming with another girl from their high school who she didn’t know that well, but she figured it would be better than rooming with a stranger; her name is Katie.

During their freshman move-in, Harry got his shit settled and then went to help Orla. Their families all went out for lunch, and then it was just the two of them. Luckily, they were put in the same dorm, Harry would just be down the hall from her. Katie was an education major too, but her concentration was in social studies. Her and Orla would have a few basic education courses together before breaking off into their respective concentrations. She made it onto the women’s volleyball team, and Harry decided he’d just play intramural hockey when the season rolled around so he could focus on his classes.

Harry would go to all of his Orla’s home matches. As things got busier during the semester, they weren’t able to see each other as much during the day. They made up for it at night in the library or in their dorm rooms. The two had grown comfortable with one another over the years, so Orla had no problem just hanging out in a sports bra and spandex shorts around Harry, and he had no problem just wearing his boxers around her. One night, Harry was hanging out in Orla’s room while Katie was at work. They were laying in bed watching a movie. Orla was wearing one of Harry’s old Bruins shirts and a pair of cotton panties. Her phone keeps buzzing, and Harry’s just about had enough. He pauses the movie and sits up to grab her phone.

“Harry!”

“I’m muting your fucking volleyball group chat. I’m getting sensory overload from all of the buzzing…” He furrows his brows at the screen. “Why are they all asking you if you asked me something yet?” He looks up at her. “What do you have to ask me?”

“Nothing, it’s stupid.” She snatches her phone from him. “They’re stupid.”

“If it’s stupid then just tell me what it is.”

“Can we just watch the movie?”

“Give me your phone, I need to know.”

“No.” She hugs her phone close to her chest.

“Orla, just tell me what it is!”

“No!”

“Give me your phone!”

“No!”

Harry and Orla start wrestling on her bed. She’s not wearing a bra so sticking the phone down her shirt won’t work. She does the next best thing and shoved it down the front of her underwear. Harry pins her down by holding down her wrists.

“That’s not fair.” He says.

“It’s my phone.” She tries to wriggle out from underneath him, but he’s stronger than her. The phone buzzes again, and she grunts. “Harry, just let it go.”

“I’m literally not going to be able to sleep unless you tell me.” The phone buzzes three times in a row. Harry watches as Orla bites down on her bottom lip and looks away from him. “Oh my god, is that buzzing against your clit?” He laughs.

“Harry!”

“You did this to yourself.” He presses down against her to keep the phone even closer to where it’s effecting her. “Just ask me whatever it is and I’ll let you go.”

“You’re such an asshole!” She wraps her legs around his waist to try to flip them over, but her legs just aren’t strong enough. The phone buzzes again and she groans. “What are you gonna do, make me come you sick fuck?” She starts laughing from how absurd this whole thing is.

“I’m not the one who shoved my phone down my underpants.” He laughs. “Just tell me.”

“No.” Three more buzzes. “Fuck.” Harry’s eyes widen as he looks down at her, and she gasps. “Are you hard?!”

“No! I…my dick twitched!”

“Why?!”

“Because you’re moaning!”

“Harry, I swear to god if-“

The door opens and Kate comes in. She stops short when she sees Harry on top of Orla.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.” Her cheeks heat up.

“It’s not what it looks like!” Orla shouts as Harry scrambles to get off of her. She takes her phone out of her underwear and takes a deep breath. “He was trying to read my texts and we started wrestling.”

“Right…” Katie puts her things down and grabs her shower caddie. “I’m gonna go take a shower. I should be back in about thirty minutes.”

“We weren’t doing anything.” Harry says.

“Mhm.” Katie scoffs and leaves the room.

“Will you go to my volleyball formal with me next weekend?” Orla says to Harry.

“What? Is that what you had to ask me?”

“Yes.”

“Orla, why were you making such a big deal about this?”

“Because the girls were making it seem like the formal is a big deal and…I know you have a lot on your plate right now. I didn’t want you to feel pressured.”

“You’re ridiculous, you know that? Of course I’ll go with you to your formal. It’s just one night, it’s not a big deal. I’m doing well in my classes, I’m not worried.”

“You got so stressed your cried two weeks ago.”

“I was overwhelmed during midterms, you know I have test anxiety.” He hops off her bed. “Don’t sweat it, okay? Just text me the details.” He yawns. “I’m headed up to bed.”

“Gonna go rub one out?” She smirks.

“No.” He blushes. “I’m gonna go play video games with Neil. Have fun masturbating with your phone.”

“Don’t need it. I have stronger devices.” She grins.

“Yeah? Need help using them?” He teases.

“Get out!” She laughs and throws a pillow at him.

Harry blows her a kiss before he leaves and she blows one back. When Katie comes back in after her shower, Orla’s put herself to sleep. Well, actually she’s watching TV on her phone with her earbuds in because she doesn’t want to listen to Katie give her shit about Harry.

The night of the formal, Orla wears a simple little black dress that’s also strapless. She slips on a pair of black flats as well. Katie helps her get her hair up into a cute messy bun on the top of her head while Orla does her makeup. (Orla had Katie help her flatiron her hair to tame it a bit. She usually loves her curls, but she’s been experimenting with different looks.) Around 10PM there’s a knock on their door.

“Come in!” Orla shouts.

“Ready to go?” Harry asks and nearly chokes on his tongue when he sees Orla. “Wow, you look really nice.”

“Don’t act so surprised.” Orla rolls her eyes.

“Want me to take your pic in front of the tapestry?” Katie asks.

“Yes, please.” Orla smiles and hands her the phone. She poses with Harry for a few pictures, and then they head out.

“Aren’t you going to be cold?” Harry asks her on their way to the volleyball house.

“Nah, we won’t be out for long.”

They make their way into the house about ten minutes later. There’s a table set up like a bar for everyone to make their own drinks at. Harry sticks with beer while Orla goes for a rum and coke.

“Hey, O.” Ben smiles at her. Ben was a junior on the men’s volleyball team, and he’s very cute. “Saw you on defense at your last match, you looked great out there.”

“Thanks.” Her cheeks heat up, and she takes a sip from her cup.

“You come here with anyone?”

“Just my friend Harry.”

“Friend, huh?” He grins.

“Mhm.” She nods and takes a step closer. “He’s off talking to Chloe and Heather.”

“Not very nice to leave his date unattended.” He steps a little closer to her. “Especially when she looks so gorgeous.”

“Ben.” She giggles and gives him a playful push.

“You guys had one hell of a season. Aren’t you only one of, like, three freshmen to start this year?”

“Yeah, something like that.” She smiles.

“Gotta look out for the short ones I guess.”

“We’re pretty sneaky.”

An hour or so passes, and Harry can’t find Orla anywhere. He’s starting to get worried so he ventures through the house to see if maybe she went to the bathroom. She’s not in the one in the main hallway, so he goes upstairs.

“Where the fuck did she go?” He says to himself. He had been in the volleyball house plenty of times for various parties, so he had a good lay of the land. He goes to the larger bathroom, and opens the door.

“Ah, oh my god, B-Ben.” Orla’s head rolls back, allowing Ben to kiss on her neck. There she was, sitting up on the bathroom counter with Ben’s fingers knuckle deep inside of her.

“Orla?” Harry says.

“Dude, get out of here!” Ben shouts.

“Oh my god, Harry!”

Harry’s face flushes and he shuts the door immediately. He quickly goes down the stairs and weaves through the crazy amount of people in the house. He had been buzzed, but what he just saw totally sobered him up.

“Harry!” Orla shouts after him, but he doesn’t stop, he needs fresh air. “Harry, wait!” He pushes the front door open and sucks in a deep breath. “Harry! Oof!” She rams into his back and stumbles backwards.

“Get someone to walk you home, I can’t even look at you.”

“I thought he locked the door! And to be fair you didn’t knock.”

“I couldn’t find you for over an hour, excuse me for worrying about you.” He scoffs and turns to look at her.

“I was dancing with Ben and then we went upstairs, I’m sorry. I should have texted you.”

“Since when do you let random guys finger fuck you in bathrooms?”

“Um, Ben’s not a random guy. I’ve known since school started, what the fuck? I…I’ve been fingered before.”

“What? By who?” He shakes his head. “You know what? It doesn’t matter.” He chews on his bottom lip for a moment. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“I told Frida.” She rubs her arms up and down. “It’s as far as I’ve gone, and I’ve never taken my clothes off to have it happen…”

“Did you do anything to him?”

“I gave him a hand job.”

“Was that your first time doing that?”

“No.”

“Oh my god!” Harry runs a hand through his hair. “I don’t even know you anymore.”

“Are you going to tell me you haven’t done things? I’ve heard rumors, you know?”

“I’ve dry humped, that’s about it. No one’s ever seen my dick.”

“No one’s ever seen my vagina, not that that’s any of your business. There are certain things I don’t want to talk about with you, can’t you understand that?”

“I understand, I understand perfectly fine.” He goes to say something else, but he just shakes his head. “Come on, you look like you’re freezing.”

“That’s because I am.”

After that night, Harry let out his inner manwhore. During the spring semester, he fucked so many girls he lost track of their names. He didn’t tell Orla a single thing. He fucked all summer long without saying a word to her about it. When Orla first had sex the following school year, she slept with the same guy for the entire fall semester. It didn’t end well, though, which led to her crying into Harry’s chest for over an hour. That night they both opened up about everything, and agreed that keeping things to themselves wasn’t a good idea.

Undergrad flew by. Orla passed all of her certifications, and even found a job teaching phys ed at the high school level. She’d have all summer to work her ass off to save up some money and build her savings before starting fresh at her new school in the fall. Harry got accepted into all of the med schools he applied to, and was having trouble deciding.

“NYU is offering me the most amount of money…” He tells Orla one night.

“If…if you go there then you’ll probably end up working at a New York hospital.”

“Yeah.”

“Have you heard back from Harvard Medical yet?”

“No, and at this rate I bet I’m not getting in. Besides, they’re known for offering shit grants. My parents can’t afford to help. All of their money went to their lawyers.” Harry rolls his eyes.

After Harry’s freshman year, his parents told him they were getting divorced. His three older brothers had long since moved out, and with Harry gone his parents realized they just weren’t right for each other anymore. He didn’t take it well. This may have led to him fucking a lot that summer, and the absurd amount of tattoos he got.

“Then I guess…I guess you’re going to NYU.” Orla swallows. “You should do it, it makes the most sense, and you’ll get a great education.”

“Harry!” Mrs. Styles shouts from downstairs. “You got a large letter from BUSM!”

“Holy shit, I forgot I applied there.” Harry says, and the two race downstairs. Harry rips open the large envelope and gasps. “Oh my god! I was accepted in to BUSM’s MD program. Holy fuck, they partner with Boston Medical Center for their surgical residencies.” He looks at his mom, then Orla.

“Are they offering you any money?” Orla asks.

“Orla, um…do you mind if Harry and I go over this together? I’m going to need to FaceTime his father to discuss everything.”

“Oh, sure! Yeah, this is a big family moment. Come by later if you want, H.” She smiles and leaves.

“They’re offering me a decent amount of aid, Mum.” Harry says as he reads over the letter.

“Honey…don’t you want to get out of Boston? NYU could be a great experience for you.”

“Mum, BUSM is a prestigious medical school. Why would you want me so far away?”

“I don’t want you far away, I just want you to have some life experience, meet new people.” She chews on her bottom lip. “I don’t want you to stay here just because you don’t want to leave Orla.”

“That’s not why I want to stay.” Her mother gives him a look. “Okay, maybe I want to stay closer so I don’t have to be far away from her. Can you blame me? We’ve been best friends since the fifth grade. I couldn’t imagine only seeing her once every few months, and then I’d probably have to move out there full time, and she’s only certified to teach in Mass.”

“Honey, you’ve never had a stable girlfriend. Maybe being away from Orla could help you do that.”

“I just haven’t met anyone, it’s not her fault.”

“You’ve liked her since the day you met.” She laughs, astonished at his ignorance.

“No, I’m not one of those guys that’s only friends with a girl because he wants to date her.” Harry rolls his eyes.

“I didn’t say that’s why you were friends. I just think if something was going to happen between you two it would have happened already. So, stop wasting your time waiting for her.”

“I’m not waiting for her to do anything. She’s my best friend, and she’s always going to be my best friend. BUSM makes more cost-effective sense. Think of how expensive the hole in the wall apartment I’d be living in in New York would be. I could definitely find a better priced place here, or I could commute for a bit to save money.”

“If you’d rather go to BUSM, then go. But make sure you’re doing it for yourself and not just to stay close to Orla.”

“I’d say it’s about 80/20.” He smirks, earning him a swat to the arm from his mother. “I’m kidding! It’s more like 60/40.”

“Jesus Christ, go call your father and let him know the good news.” She sighs.

Flash forward to present day – eight years later. The pair are twenty-eight; Harry is an attending pediatric surgeon at Boston Medical Center, making absolute bank, and Orla is at her third high school in six years because budgets keep cutting funding, which means P.E. teachers aren’t exactly in high demand. She lives in a small one-bedroom apartment, she’s constantly exhausted, and she wishes she had chosen any other profession. She coaches the girls’ volleyball team for extra money, and works at a bar on weekends and in the summer.

Harry and Orla are still the best of friends. They’ve made it through a lot of ups and downs. Through it all they’ve always had each other. He’s currently seeing a girl named Bailey that he met at a bar near work. Orla is going through a dry spell, but she’s not dwelling on it.

The school year had just ended, thank god, and she has Sunday through Tuesday off from the bar. Orla takes some time to go through her wardrobe and get rid of any dingy leggings or tee shirts. She has a strict budget for clothes because she’s constantly having to replace her athletic wear. She’s chilling on the couch Tuesday evening watching Property Brothers: Forever Home when she hears the jingle of keys on the other side of her door.

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something sweet

maybe having someone to help you out in the stockroom wasn't so bad after all.

PAIRING: itadori yuuji x reader

GENRE: fluff, strangers to lovers

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

WARNINGS: almost stabbed, mentions of sharp things (boxcutters and broken glass), making out

it’s not like you had a problem with the same menial tasks everyday.

in fact, you would even say that it was a fun way to spend your free period. it was better than doing some complicated assignment or even having to talk to people with your lack of sleep and patience. coffee never allowed for a proper nap no matter how exhausted you were and your teacher wouldn’t allow that anyways.

it was an easy job that you could do with minimal help. all you had to do was put the beakers away, clean up the floor once in awhile, maybe pop some bubble wrap when new packages arrived. being alone in the stockroom was nice because you were able to turn on some music on your headphones, do whatever dances you felt like doing as long as you were still doing your job. no help was needed or wanted.

“where should i put this?”

you jump, nearly stabbing the blonde haired boy behind you with a boxcutter. luckily, he was quick, jumping backwards with a yelp as you took a deep breath in to process the situation. you didn’t accidentally hurt the boy in front of you, did you? your face falls and the initial rush of fear turns into guilt. “i’m sorry! i didn’t know you were there!”

“it’s okay,’ he responds with a smile, unphased by the fact his shirt had almost been slashed, ‘i understand. you’re probably here alone most of the time, right?”

“yeah, i wasn’t expecting for anyone else to be here,” you sigh before realizing what he had probably walked in on before the whole ordeal, “wait.. did you see me doing anything?”

“you’re a pretty good dancer if that’s what you’re asking.”

embarrassment. your cheeks feel unbelievably hot and your stomach turns while embarrassment settles in your body. this period was your alone time, your chance to flail about and having someone else witness it? definitely not preferable. although, he does seem nice and he hasn’t made fun of you. not yet, at least.

his voice brings you out of your train of thought. “so, where should i put that thing?”

he carries on as if nothing happened. thank god. “the flask goes in that cabinet, bottom shelf. you’ll see more just like it.” you reply, pointing to the space.

he mumbles a quick thank you before doing unloading more of the new flasks onto the cabinet. you work on your own, choosing to count the new magnets on the other side of the room, doing your best to avoid him considering you just embarrassed yourself in front of the stranger by nearly injuring him for asking a simple question. though, he looks slightly familiar, he’ll probably be gone tomorrow and that’s all that matters.

behind you, yuji takes small glances while he puts away the flasks, waiting for you to turn around and ask for his name. hell, he’s waiting for any type of question. after all, who sees a random boy in their work space and doesn’t question it at all?

when the next day comes, you’re proven wrong because he sits in the chair, awaiting another order from you. you curse under your breath before putting on a faux smile. “do you need help with anything?”

“do you need help with anything?”

“no, thanks. i’m good on my own. you can go back to whatever you do in this period.”

he scratches his head, eyebrows furrowing together. “i thought you needed help. that’s what my math teacher told me when he sent me here.”

“not really? i can usually get a lot done on my own. who told you i needed help?”

“gojo. i’m his teacher assistant, but i don’t know how to do the math he’s teaching, so i can’t really help anyone.” he explains

“oh, yeah! i had him for calculus last semester,” your eyes light up at the mention of your favorite white haired mentor, “weird guy. good teacher.”

wait. gojo’s teacher assistant?

you’ve heard your friends talk about him, given that they were in that exact class the blonde haired boy was supposed to be in right now. the one guy that pe teachers fawn over and coaches try to recruit? why did they put him in the math department instead of pe? what’s his name again? yuki? yugi?

“you’re yuji itadori?”

“yuji itadori.” he confirms and you’re relieved. good thing you didn’t mess up his name.

no wonder he looked familiar. miwa was fascinated by his physical ability, you distinctly remember her pointing him out during lunch and telling you about how he was ‘scarily fast’ and could probably ‘lift ten of her at a time.’ although, it was from far away and he was partially blocked by a girl with short brown hair and megumi, the intimidating spikey haired quiet boy in some of your classes.

but yuji didn’t look like someone who could lift ten miwas up close. maybe he was hiding behind the oversized hoodie he wore, but he was a kind looking boy with wide eyes and messy tufts of strawberry blonde hair. throughout the short time you’ve seen him up close, he always had a slight smile on his resting face. in short, he looked approachable and was seemingly friendly.

“so, do you need help with anything?” he asks again and you decide that maybe he can be of use to you. especially if he has the strength that miwa had described.

“actually, yeah. can you lift those boxes over there and bring them to the other side of the room? they’re kind of heavy-”

she was correct because he lifts the box, which is supposedly about thirty kilograms according to your teacher, with ease. now, you don’t have to constantly go back and forth around the room just to put the packaged metal away in a farther cabinet and he can probably just put them away himself, too. it goes that way for the next hour and a half, both of you staying in your respective sides of the room, putting away your own respective items.

“thanks, itadori.”

“call me yuji.”

“will do.”

over the next two weeks, you two don’t talk as much as yuji had hoped.

he still remembers gojo’s words of encouragement, his push to get his favorite student to talk to the person who drops off notes to the teacher across the hallway from time to time. he’s never talked to you and he doubts you would even know that he existed in the first place. in fact, he was perfectly content with just stapling the papers that gojo would give him, maybe getting his own homework done in the period, but he was insistent.

“i’ve seen you staring outside the window whenever they pass by, yuji. just talk to them.”

“it’s okay.’

“no it’s not. get to know her. what if they’re nice? hmmmmm?”

“i’ll talk to her myself at some point.”

that was all it took for gojo to leave him alone, not that he didn’t like gojo or anything, especially with gojo being his second favorite teacher in the first place, but he’s content with his little crush. and again, he doubted that you would remember him in your history class and from the looks of it, he was right.

he just didn’t expect to be sent at the very stockroom that you would be in. for the rest of the semester. gojo had definitely set him up for something.

yuji was in that conflicting position in which he didn’t know whether to start a conversation or not because he didn’t want to bother you. but he also wanted to get to know you up close. of course he can sense your exhaustion himself through droopy eyelids that threaten to close and your dependence on caffeine, something he had learned about you so far in these few weeks. the only thing, it seems like.

as for you, a short talk with your science teacher confirmed that he wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon and though you will miss dancing around the stockroom by yourself, he wasn’t bad company. he mostly kept to himself, often being more rigid when you barely spared him a glance. at the times you would speak to him, he seemed more excitable and easygoing, listening to every word you say.

“yuji?”

“hmm?”

“come help me by unboxing these beakers, alright?” you patted the spot next to you before sliding the blade down the tape, “don’t worry. i’m not gonna stab you.”

“i guess i’ll help,” he snorts, “don’t you usually do these by yourself?”

“yeah, but since you’re spending the semester with me in here, we might as well get to know each other right?”

the whirring of the fan, the sound of your voice — it all seemed to fade into the background as his heart thumped hard in his chest. a million thoughts, both good and bad, race through his head as he formulated different questions, answers, and scenarios in his mind, all of them being a jumble of fantasy and panic.

you wave a hand in front of his face in an attempt to catch his attention. he seemed completely frozen, staring at you with dead eyes and it’s now that you realize you haven’t seen him up this close. honey brown eyes, the soft curve of his nose, and were those crinkles under his eyes, too? up until now, you only knew him as the ‘athletic man who was bad at math’, but he was also undeniably beautiful with his carved face and strawberry blonde hair.

“yuuuuuuuji?”

“oh! i’m sorry! did you say you wanted to get to know me?”

“yeah, we’re kind of stuck in this room everyday for an hour and a half together. i might as well find out what your favorite color is or something.”

“red! my turn! what were you listening to when you almost stabbed me?”

“hey! it was an accident!” he giggles, slicing the tape seal down the middle and opening up the package and pointing right at it. “you see that? that could have been me. i should at least know what i’m being stabbed to.”

“meg thee stallion..”

“nevermind. she’s beautiful and i wouldn’t mind dying to her music.”

you snort, thinking up another question. maybe you should ask him about why that megumi guy was so gloomy? nope, might get too personal. what about the reason he’s here? nope, you already know.

“why don’t you do any sports even though you’re literally physically gifted?” you ask curiously. there’s still a smile on his face, but his expression becomes more wistful. you didn’t accidentally hit a spot, did you?

“my grandpa is in the hospital,” oh shit, you think, “i visit him everyday and if i was on a team, i would have to go to practice at the same time.”

“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to hit a sensitive topic, but that’s sweet of you.’

“i don’t mind. and i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable.”

“no, it’s alright. let’s just keep asking questions then, okay?”

he nods.

in one hour, you learn that yuji itadori also likes karaoke, rice bowls, and that he’s just as bad at science than math. ironic. and yuji enjoys getting to know more about you, falling into easy conversation, becoming less of a nervous wreck. the more you speak, the deeper he falls into the trance and he silently thanks gojo for letting him get a closer look because you’re even better than what he could have imagined.

but the period is coming to an end and it’s time for him to carry off the last box of beakers to his side of the room. at least there’s time for another question and it’s his turn to ask.

“what’s your type?”

you place your fingers on your chin as you think for a moment, finding a common trait in every crush for a proper answer.

“i guess my type would be sweet boys. with pretty faces, like you, i guess.”

the response is nonchalant and you don’t think twice about it. maybe you were a little too tired to process how he’d interpret it or maybe a little too tired to filter yourself, but it slips out of your mouth like butter and you’re completely unphased. shameless, even.

meanwhile, the box drops to the ground and like before, every other noise besides his own heartbeat fades into the background, even the sound of shattering glass. heat creeps of his neck into his cheeks until his face is burning, his feet stuck in their place and his palms becoming uncomfortably sweaty. his mouth is wide open, but no words come out.

“yuji! we need to clean this, hurry up!”

your voice brings him out of his thoughts as he realizes what’s been done and immediately snaps back to carefully, but quickly, picking up the shards of glass and placing them in this box. “i-i’m sorry!”

“don’t worry. just leave the box on the counter and we’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

maybe you didn’t quite realize what you had said or what effect you had on him during that time in the stockroom because you continue everyday as if nothing happened.

it’s been, what? a little over a three weeks? and sitting next to you still causes his mind to go to odd places, ones with you. he starts to notice little things about you, too. how your tongue peaks out of your mouth when you’re peeling another sheet of bubble wrap off of some glassware, how you only count in even numbers when you take inventory of the containers.

god, you were adorable.

“yuji?”

“yeah?”

“did gojo ever tell you that there’s no cameras in here?”

“no? i thought they had security cameras everywhere.”

“that’s only hallways and classrooms. there’s none of them here. do you know what that means?”

“what?”

his head is already turned in your direction, the perfect opportunity to lean in and catch his lips. it’s small and he’s hesitant at first, but before you know it, your hands tangle in his hair, bringing him closer to you. he tastes like something sweet, like cherries, and his lips are warm. one hand rests on your cheek, his thumb brushing against it endearingly. when he pulls away, both of you are panting for air, the packages long forgotten.

“this sounds bad, but i’m glad that you’re terrible at math.”

“thanks.” he laughs and admires the look of your heated cheeks and swollen lips before pulling you back in for another searing kiss.

sure. being in that room by yourself could be fun, a perfect break with menial tasks lacking human interaction. you were far too tired to be patient with other people. but there was an exception.

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