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slayfics · 1 year ago

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Unknown Pleasures Ch.1

You’ve had a crush on Katsuki Bakugo since joining UA, but will another student change your mind?

Warnings: Minor angst

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The hum of the engine filled the car as the song stopped and Denki continued driving down the road. The last few weekends had consisted of Denki riling up whoever he could to come out on an adventure in his new car.

You sat in the middle back seat between Hanta and Katsuki, leaning your head against the headrest you let out a heavy sigh. A wave of relief washed over you finally being able to take your mind off responsibilities for a moment.

These random weekend adventures always lifted a weight off your shoulders and allowed you to enjoy your youth.

In the front seat, Hitoshi shifted uncomfortably. Hitoshi was a new addition to your usual cast of shenanigans. Denki had quickly befriended him much to the dismay of Katsuki who detested anyone new.

"What's Kirishima doing tonight?" Hanta asked curiously. Denki fiddled with his phone at a red light attempting to change the song.

"Oh, he is busy with Ashido~," Denki said in a sing-song voice.

"Tch- that's why you picked up this mind freak?" Katsuki huffed, making his disdain for a new face heard.

"Hey play nice blasty!" Denki called back to him.

Katsuki grunted and you giggled pinching his cheek, "Come on don't be rude," You teased.

"Cut it out!" Katsuki yelled smacking your hand away.

The light turned green, and Denki shoved his phone into Hitoshi's hand. "Why don't you be DJ man?" Denki suggested as he focused back on driving.

"You want me to choose a song?" Hitoshi clarified.

"Yeah, go ahead! I want to hear what you usually listen to!" Denki said encouragingly.

Hitoshi fiddled with Denki's phone until selecting the song Atmosphere by Joy Division.

"Oh! I love this song!" You exclaimed and began to sing.

Hitoshi's eyes wandered to the rearview mirror where he caught the reflection of you singing. The calm smile that painted your face as you sang the words perfectly caused his stomach to flutter.

However, the euphoria your playfulness gave him came crashing down when he noticed how your eyes wandered to Katsuki. Your eyes danced as they admired his face as if you were waiting for Katsuki to acknowledge you.

But what if you knew he looked at you the way you longed for Katsuki too?

His stomach only soured the more he observed the interaction. Katsuki's gaze stayed out the window completely indifferent to the softness of your expressions and the longingness in your eyes.

As if your soft features and carefree personality weren't enough to do him in, your voice was intoxicating as well. Hitoshi was sure he could spend a whole day listening to you sing his favorite songs.

Denki's voice infiltrated Hitoshi's daydream shattering his lovely image of you singing just for him.

"Alright, we're here!" Denki announced.

"About fucking time- had enough of being in this stupid car," Katsuki exclaimed and threw open the door exiting eagerly.

Hitoshi's eyes followed your figure as you quickly jumped out after Katsuki. The way the moonlight hit your skin as soon as you stepped out and your features bounced as you happily sprang in excitement forced him to suck in air to ground himself.

"You ready man?" Denki asked, noticing Hitoshi's slowness.

"Yeah," Hitoshi answered, forcing himself to blink away his desires and exit the car.

You five began to walk up a hiking trail. Denki had claimed the view had to be amazing at night, and hiking was one of the only things he could get Katsuki to agree to come to.

Hitoshi was new to the group and hung back observing the four of your interactions. It didn't take long for him to notice your gaze never left Katsuki. He was always in your line of vision and most of all he was the main person you responded to in the conversation. The other two boys might as well not have been there at all in your eyes.

Eventually, the conversation pushed you out as the three boys got into a heated discussion regarding something pointless.

Hitoshi quickened his pace, taking this opportunity to speak more with you.

"Hey," He called out to get your attention.

"Hey general studies~," You teased.

Hitoshi would have corrected you that he was enrolling in the hero course now, but your teasing caught him off guard and it took all his concentration not to be flustered by your comment.

"How are you enjoying the hike so far?" You asked.

"It's fine-," He shrugged his shoulders." So- what usually happens on these night outs?" he asked.

"Hmm- well usually we try to get in as much trouble as we can before Bakugo yells at us to go back," You giggled.

Hitoshi's nose scrunched up at the sound of how you sang out Katsuki's name. Your crush on him was all too evident.

But why?

What did you see in that belligerent blond?

“Are you excited to be in the hero course now?” you asked, snapping Hitoshi out of his thoughts.

“Yes of course. It’s all I’ve ever wanted… I’m especially excited to get to know everyone more.” He stated.

“Oh, that’s funny~ last I remember you said you weren’t here to make friends.” You teased.

Hitoshi flushed slightly at your comment, “Yes, I did say that- however, I find myself particularly excited to get to know you more. Speaking of that- would you like to go out to eat sometime?” He asked.

His words took the breath out of your lungs and froze your footsteps. Hitoshi stopped and turned to face you, taking in your shocked expression. You had never been asked out so straightforward before- nor did you expect it from your new classmate. And then there was your feelings for-…

Hitoshi spoke, bringing you out of your spiraling thoughts.

“It’s Bakugo, isn’t it?” He asked simply.

His words sent you into even more peril. In the brief time Hitoshi has spent with you he had picked up your crush on Katsuki. Was it that obvious?

“Is he your boyfriend?” Hitoshi asked further.

You stuttered like an idiot not knowing how to form a sentence after being so taken off guard. “He- well no he’s not but- I uh- I don’t-,” you tried to get out anything that would make sense. Thankfully, Hitoshi hated seeing you in such discomfort.

“It’s all right. You don’t have to explain, I think I understand. However… if you’re ever tired of waiting for him to appreciate you like he should- I can assure you I’d do a better job.” He spoke.

Your eyes searched his, completely overwhelmed by his boldness. His expression was genuine, calm, and serious. Hitoshi had every intention of laying out his affinity for you honestly and politely. It was unlike anything you had experienced before- and left you speechless.

“The hell are you two doing back there?” Katsuki spewed looking back at you both. In the fleeting moment you two had stopped to speak, the three boys had made some considerable distance.

Hitoshi let out a disgruntled sigh, the angry chihuahua's temper poked at his nerves. It was past cruel that such a vulgar man would have your affection. However, as Hitoshi averted his gaze from you to Katsuki he saw for the first time a quick shimmer of possessiveness in the blond's eyes.

Did Katsuki have some feelings for you after all? Or was it just his ego that appreciated your attention? Whatever the case, the tension that held between the two students was not going to be the last.

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee

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angeliicheartt · 5 months ago

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I'M BACKKK<3 okok hear me out, what if, "you were supposed to be the one" with ur man shinsou hihi 🫶🏻

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includes: hitoshi shinso

fem!reader

a/n: ermie reader and toshi are third years in this.. hope u like >:) lowk giving toshi and aizawa the same trauma

you walked side by side with hitoshi, your hands wrapped around his tense arm. the setting sun making the walk’s atmosphere romantic if it weren’t for your nerves brewing a storm of anxiety in the pit of your stomach.

the two of you were assisting with a semi-big case through your work studies with edgeshot. you were both briefed on the dangers of the mission and were told you could opt out, but the heroes had asked for the two of you to help. the two of you had decided to take on the case, due to the two of you only being a few months away from graduating. and after graduation you would be doing cases like these all the time, so why not get some experience when you can?

your face lit up as you realized where hitoshi was leading the two of you. the both of you approached the park bench where you first spoke to him. it was a small park near UA, only a few blocks to walk.

you were walking to school when you saw hitoshi feeding a stray cat, the cat content with sitting in his lap as it munched. you recognized him from when he fought midoriya at the sports festival, and you’d heard aizawa was training him to be able to transfer into class A.

from the moment you sat down next to him, hitoshi wouldn’t stop thinking of you, often getting himself tangled in his capture scarf during his training, much to aizawa’s dissatisfaction. you began to regularly leave early for school in hopes of finding him at the park, and more often than not you did.

when the dorms were enforced, you continued to wake up early, going for the short walk to the park to find hitoshi, in his casual clothes, feeding the stray the two of you decided to name “sugar” due to her white coat.

and then hitoshi was admitted into class A for second year and the two of you became closer. you were the first classmate he called his friend, and unknown to you, he acknowledged you as his friend long before.

and sometime between second year’s start and now the two of you had entered a relationship, working alongside each other both in training and at your shared work study.

you sat with hitoshi on the sacred park bench, the tension leaving your body as you take in the familiar scene. the rosy hues of the transitioning sky blanketing the world in a pink hue.

“we haven’t been here in a while, i thought it could calm our nerves for tomorrow,” hitoshi says as you interlink your hand with his, his lavender eyes peering down at you.

“well you thought right, i’m much calmer than i was before,” you state, your lips quirking up into a grin and hitoshi returns it with his shy smile. “c’mon toshi.. I can’t still be flustering you like this,”

“you very much can, actually.” he mutters as his head dips to your shoulder, hiding his flushed face in your skin. you laughed at his actions, his heart stuttering at the sound.

“when are you gonna admit you’re in love with me, hm? only plausible explanation for this shyness to still be around,” you tease, laughing as he scoffs into the skin of your neck.

“when the time is right, i will.” he murmurs, his free hand moving to play with the ends of your hair as he leans his cheek against your shoulder.

“well you’ve gotta do it here, this is our spot.” you say, this exact spot was where you’d really met hitoshi, where he’d asked you to be his girlfriend. it was your spot.

panic filled hitoshi as your mangled body laid only a few feet in front of that same park bench. the mission had gone wrong. hitoshi tried to piece together the pieces of knowledge he could muster from his cloudy head. the villain you guys were trying to take down had struck you midair, launching you all the way to your park.

you gasped for breath as the gash across your torso seeped blood. your right arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, the sight unnerving. your left hand shakily moved to your stomach, feeling the warm substance spilling from the wound. you winced as it grazed over the injury.

you let your head drop, but before it could hit the ground hitoshi’s hand was cradling it. he pulled you to him, holding you in his own shaking arms. your hazy eyes could just make out his messy, violet hair and his pinched brows.

“toshi..” you gasped, your chest heaving as you fought for breath. his eyes darted from your gushing wound to your eyes, one of his hands moving to cup your cheek.

“yeah, yeah, im here,” he whispers, his lips curving into an uneasy smile. “what do you need?”

“just..” you’re cut off by a cough, one where you can taste the metallic taste of blood in the back of your throat. “just.. you,” you whisper. you feel your eyes drooping, and your vision gets hazier, but you force them open, for hitoshi.

“i alerted UA, they're gonna come get you, okay? and you’ll be fine..” he whispers, his eyes glossing over. he knows you two are a good ten minutes away from the school by foot, and you were already seriously injured before you were knocked across the sky.

“hitoshi..” you murmur, your left hand moves from your blood-soaked uniform to cup hitoshi’s against your cheek. the dark red substance stains his hand. “you’ll..” a wheeze. “be okay.. right?”

hitoshi’s eyebrows furrow, his hold you growing tighter. “yes, i’ll be fine, y/n, and so will you, okay? just hang on,” his voice falters, his tone growing more and more panicked.

you inhaled sharply, your breaths becoming more and more ragged. your lungs burned, your insides screamed at the pain echoing through your torso. they weren’t going to get here in time.

“toshi..” you murmur, your hand moving from his to cup his cheek, his face now stained in your blood as a tear drops down his cheek. “i’ve.. gotta go, okay?”

“no.. no no you can’t, you can’t. you were supposed to be the one..” you feel his chest rise and fall against your side, your own chest struggling to do so.

“i love you..” you whispered, your lips quivering in a blissful smile as the pain finally dissipated. hitoshi tugged you closer to him, his body almost enveloping yours. “i love you, y/n.” he whispers into your hair, his tears falling freely as he feels your body stop. he feels the life leave you.

after a few minutes he hears the heroes from UA rushing toward him, aizawa at the head of the pack before they all stop a few feet away.

“she’s gone, mr. aizawa..”

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deleteddewewted · 1 year ago

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How To Not Welcome The New Years (MHA)

(MHA Edition x Gn! Reader)

MDNI

W: Everyone is Aged Up (18+), Cheating, Angst, Hurt/Injured, No One Is a Good Person Including the Reader, (C: Bakugou, Shinso, Monoma, Kirishima, Aizawa, and Hawks)

Bakugou

He was always too busy for the smallest of things.

He was too busy to set up a date night.

He was always too busy.

He had no problem doing the interviews he hated but he had an issue if you asked him to go to bed with you if you wanted some affection.

Your relationship was wilting away right under him and he seemed to not care.

You checked out of it already. You were ready for him to end things soon since he didn't bother to get you a present for Christmas and he didn't even come home for the holiday either.

He didn't even bother to open them once he got home and instead went to his office to finish up some reports.

You thought that maybe he would try to put in an effort for New Year's.

His agency always hosts a party for the sidekicks and you, delusionally, thought he would take you.

He left you behind at home to greet the new year.

You called him.

He surprised you when he picked up. In the background, you could hear his friends talking.

Maybe once upon a time, it would hurt that he was prioritizing his friends but you were numb. It no longer mattered.

"What do you need Y/n?" He was annoyed. Maybe it was at you. Maybe it was because of how loud his friends were being. Kirishima could be heard in the background talking about some trip he had planned for after New Year's.

You dont remember the last time he ever took you on a vacation.

"I'm breaking up with you. I'll be out by tonight." You're to the point. There was no reason for you to prolong it.

He fell out of love and you were done with being in love with someone who didn't see you as worth spending his time on.

"W-what?! What are you talking about?"

"Bye Bakugou." You ended the call and began packing.

Your phone kept ringing as you packet. You turned it off after the 5th call.

You had an apartment already. You had it just in case you ended the relationship earlier.

You welcomed the new year alone and walking down the busy and joy-filled streets of Japan, bags in hand and phone turned off.

Shinso

He was so sweet when you both started dating.

He was attentive and patient with you. Never did he raise his voice even when you were in the wrong.

He coddled you and that was something you didn't mind too much as your relationship progressed.

It felt nice to be wanted and to be looked after but it began to change as you both got older and entered your respective careers.

He started snapping at you.

He was angry. He reminded you of Bakugou but he lacked the ego.

The once loving and comforting Shinso was now a brut who came home to get upset with you.

He yelled, he cried. He was frustrated beyond belief. He repeated as much to you.

"You wouldn't understand just how hard my job is." doesn't matter if you worked the same job or not, he always made you feel like you were not as hard-working or as overworked as him.

For the holidays he didn't bother to put on a happy face when you visited your family. He started arguing that you should have gone to his family for the holidays.

For New Years you had hoped he would've appreciated the reservation you made at his favorite restaurant.

You dressed up and made sure to make yourself look and feel good. You liked having an excuse to dress up, try something new, and see what might make him happy.

You both agreed to meet at the restaurant since he was out working.

And when you got there he was in his hero uniform instead of the suit he had said he was going to change into at the agency he worked at.

He was sweaty and dirty, and his hair had stuck to his forehead.

"Shinso, you said that-" You were cut off as he slammed his hand against the table, the drinks that had been set spilling onto the table and onto the floor.

"For fuck sake, Y/n. I just got off of work. Can I please relax?" He snapped at you.

You started the New Year crying. He kept muttering to himself about how upsetting it was that he couldn't eat in peace.

Monoma

He was gentlemanly with you. Always opening the door for you, taking his jacket/hoodie/coat off so you could wear it even if it means that he'd be cold.

He was always attentive even if he was self-centered at times.

As he entered his career he was bombarded with work all at once. He never had a moment for you and when he got home he would say he was tired.

You thought that maybe for the Holidays he would get a break but that wasn’t the case. He was working late, barely answering his phone and sleeping at the agency just so he could finish paperwork.

He told you that he would take you to the agency’s New Year’s party.

You were enjoying the music and the drinks, speaking to his friends and your friends when you realized he wasn’t by your side anymore.

You looked for him and in a hallway you found him kissing with someone who you knew to be a sidekick.

“Monoma” You didn’t know what to say or do. He jumped and pushed the sidekick away before trying to get close to you.

“Y/n! W-Wait! Let me explain. This is all a big misunderstanding!” He tried explaining but you were already walking away. He went back to the party and couldn’t find you anywhere.

No one knew where you were and he couldn’t get a hold of you. He started panicking thinking that you might have gotten hurt or worse.

Kirishima

Kirishima didn’t know when to quit and that was the reason why you loved him so much.

He was always trying to push himself to do things that he might fear for the sake of someone else.

He was scared to ask you out and when he managed to get the word with he couldn’t help let out a cheer when you accepted to date him.

Once he started his pro-hero career it took a lot out of him. Physically and mentally.

He was constantly getting injured and every time you had come to the hospital not knowing how or why he got hurt.

There were times when he nearly died and it left you distraught. You never knew when it would be the last time you’d see him.

And he refused to tell you what he was doing or how hurt he was.

New Year's was no different.

He was hurt and bleeding out after fighting a villain. He was rushed to the hospital and when you arrived to check up on him he snapped at you when you began asking him what happened.

You had spent so long telling him that you wanted him to stop taking so many risks. His health and life were on the line and he truly didn’t need to be making brash decisions.

"Y/n, if I don't do this who will?" He was frustrated and you understood that but you also dreaded someday not having the chance to see him again.

"Eijiro, please-"

"Y/n, stop. Just please stop." He doesn't want to hear you complain and he asks you to leave.

He hears the fireworks outside his hospital room.

Aizawa

He's always stressed out and that's how you met him.

He was feeding strays on his patrol and he saw you doing the same.

You started dating and it didn't bother you at all that he was absent often since he worked at UA and as an underground hero.

He made an effort to be there for the holidays but even if he couldn't be there he would make sure to tell you in advance.

The only issue with this was that he prioritized work and solitude more than being around people.

You could understand that he wanted to have his breaks in peace but it also meant that he would push you away.

It started bothering you after a while. You told him that you'd like to spend more time with him and he agreed that he could try but nothing changed.

UA decided to host a New Year's party for the teachers and students.

Aizawa went, not bothering to tell you, and when you tried getting a hold of him he didn't answer his phone.

You got into an argument when he came back.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to the party? I could have joined you." You felt hurt.

"I only went to keep the peace. Hizashi made me go."

"And you could have brought me so I could meet your coworkers."

"Stop it. Im tired and want to sleep, Y/n." He cut you off.

He went to bed leaving you to sleep on the couch as you watched the news broadcasters celebrate the new year.

Hawks

He played the role of an attentive boyfriend well.

He felt something for you, he knew it was something positive but he didn't know if he could define it as love.

He was always good at pretending so it didn't hurt to try and be your boyfriend.

It was a new relationship and he liked the affection he got from you. it was nice.

He felt appreciated in a way he hadn't been before.

Your touch, your kisses, your hugs. It was warm and inviting.

It all came crashing during the New Year party the hero commissioned hosted for all ranked heroes.

He was getting pictures with fans, talking with possible investors for his agency, talking with heroes, and all while ignoring you.

You understood he had his priorities on his agency but ever since you two started dating, it felt like he wasn't really invested in the relationship. Like something was missing from it.

When the countdown began, you tried getting him to join you out on the balcony. You wanted to greet the new year with him but he wouldn't budge.

"Give me a second." He said before making his way over to Endeavor and Jeanist.

The clock hit midnight and everyone cheered as they congratulated each other.

Hawks didn't go back to you at all. You left the party without telling him anything and just went back to your apartment.

He didn't notice you were gone until they started clearing the space and the cleaning crew started cleaning up.

He looked for you and when he couldn't find you he tried calling.

You never answer him and so he left to search for you before leaving you a last text and heading home.

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thehusbandoden · 1 year ago

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You Flinch During an Argument -Shinso Hitoshi

A/n: meow <3

Oh wait I think this is actually my first finished thing for Shinso. Am I doing him right?? Idk T^T

General info:

Genre: angst to fluff/comfort // Wc: 1,594 // second person

Warnings!: arguing, accidentally breaking a promise, flinching, and a little bit of crying.

Horror ate away at Shinso's conscience as he looked down at you in shock.

You, his beloved y/n who stuck with him through these difficult seven months of a new relationship. His one and only supporter, his first love, his best friend, and his partner.

He had promised you that he would never use his quirk on you unless it was related to training.

He promised, and he belived it too. He knew that he would never take control of your goregous mind.

And so why? Why did he let himself be so weak. So.. so out of control?

It was all a blur. He hadn't even realized that he activated his quirk that he despised so much. One second you were shouting at one another, and the next you were completely still, eyes holding no sign of their usual spark. That spark that was always present, the spark that he grew to adore.

He continued to yell though, not yet noticing that you weren't yourself.

"Why can't you tell that I did nothing! She grabbed my arm and I ignored her! I walked away without sparing her a glance- y/n she means nothing! You're the only one that I could ever possibly be interested in! So why are you being so stubborn!? Just- just stop!"

At his command you simply dropped the arms that were folded against your chest, going completely still.

That was when he realized that you weren't in your right mind- that it seemed like you were being controlled.

The realization broke his heart as he deactivated his quirk, causing your eyes to suddenly pop back to life.

Your face was contorted in confusion for a few moments before you slowly looked up at him in shock.

"Y-y/n I-I can explain." Shinso's voice was wobbly as he looked down at you, eyes wide in unbelieve, voice full of emotion. You've never seen him this shaken before, and to be honest it scared you. What.. happened?

"D-did you just control me? Hitoshi you better answer truthfully."

"I-I did but- please it was an accident- I- I swear-"

"Hitoshi.. you promised me you wouldn't. What happened?" You asked, tears in your eyes as your hands started to shake.

"I-I know baby I know but please it was an accident- I- I noticed when you stopped when I told you to-"

"How long did you control me Hitoshi?"

"Less then a minute- please y/n I didn't mean to!"

"But yet you still did. I- I can't look at you right now. I.. need some time."

"Y-y-y/n.." Shinso whispered, tears pooling at the edge of his eyes.

"Y/n... y/n please- I- I-"

"I-I'm just going to go.. I'll.. see you some other time."

"Y/n wait!"

"What is it.. Shinso?"

"I-I am so, so sorry. I'll understand if you're going to- to leave me."

"No, Sh- Hitoshi. I'm not going to leave you. I Just need some time to sort this out, okay? I'll text you when I get to my dorm, but other than that please don't contact me."

"O-okay.. I-I love you.."

"I- I love you too.."

Three weeks later and you were still dreading talking to Shinso. You've texted him every few days to let him know that you were doing okay and you simply needed more time. He was understanding each time, and that calmed you down quite a bit.

You knew that you wouldn't be able to leave him. You've loved the boy for years. You fell in love with himin elementary school, admiring his quick wit and braveness fending off bully after bully. You admired him, you really did.

The two of you quickly became friends, and your love for him grew each day. You eventually worked up the courage to confess in your first grade of high school. He seemed hesitant, but he accepted your brunch date. After three dates in quick session he was the one to ask for the two of you to advance, which you accepted.

Less than a month in he confessed his love and you reciprocated his feelings. Five more months into your relationship and everything seemed so perfect. That is until girls started flocking him.

It made sense, he had recently gotten into the hero course and had outstanding looks. You would've been fine with it- but he didn't seem to mind.. at all. He wouldn't tell them to back off, or even tell them he was taken. He simply.. ignored them. It made you uncomfortable and you tried to reasonable about it, but he just wouldn't listen.

After a month of this back and forth you refused to be brushed off again and it ended up being both your first argument as a couple, and will probably be the worst one in at least a year or so.

You believed him when he said that he didn't mean to activate his quirk, but it still hurt. And you couldn't shake it off. You knew that you would forgive him, and this endless silence was breaking him, but you just needed more time. But you also knew that you couldn't wait much later or Shinso would be broken for at least a few months. And so, you scheduled a meet up. In three days, you texted Shinso to meet you in your favorite park to talk. He willingly agreed, and now you simply have to collect your thoughts.

~~Three days later~~

You took a deep breath as you looked yourself over in the mirror.

You were dressed casually, plain blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black leather jacket.

Looking over yourself worriedly, you smiled as you remember you complaining about this exact outfit to Shinso and how he told you that you looked nice. He hugged you from behind, gazing into your eyes lovingly before complimenting everything he loved about your outfit, accompanying each sentence with a kiss to your head, temple, forehead, cheeks, and then your nose.

He gazed into your eyes, taking your hand before telling you that you were gorgeous, and that he could never dream of anyone more perfect than you.

Smiling sadly, you hurry to grab your phone and wallet before heading out of your dorm, greeting your classmates as they smiled and waved at you.

Stepping outside, you hurry to the park, wanting to get there before Shinso does. Humming, you smiled at your favorite play list you were listening to, deciding that some of your favorite music would help calm your nerves and help you think clearer.

A few minutes later you arrived at the park, smirking as you realized Shinso wasn't there yet.

Ever since you discovered the park in the beginning of your highschool year the two of you started a tradition, if you could call it that. You never discussed it, but you had always rushed to see who could get to the park first, and Shinso usually won. He hardly cared about how he looked and didn't mind losing out on sleep to see you pout so cutely.

It was actually quite endearing, though you would never admit it out loud.

Sitting on your favorite bench under a large Oak tree, you pull out your phone to text Shinso, gently teasing him for being second this time. As you were about to hit send, you jumped as you felt a cold hand embrace your cheek. Looking at the hand, you scoffed as you saw Shinso holding your cheek gently, smiling teasingly at you.

"Got you.. again." Shinso murmured, causing you to blow a strand of hair out of your face huffingly.

"Yeah yeah, whatever." You pout, causing the boy in front of you to chuckle.

"So.. you're ready to talk?" Shinso prompted, sitting across from you, now nervous and unsure.

"Yeah... Listen Hitoshi, I know you didn't mean to, and I know that you feel really bad about it."

"I do, I really, really do."

"And I know for a fact that I am not gonna leave you for something so silly. I love you, Toshi and I want to hear the apology you've been dying to tell me and forgive you."

"Y/n, my Love, I am so, so sorry. I cannot forgive myself for losing control of my quirk like that, and I promise that I will do everything in my power to never lose control again. I also want to apologize for overlooking your feelings. In my head it was enough to ignore them, but now I realize that that was selfish and wrong, and I want to talk to you, calmly about it, and find a conclusion."

"I forgive you, Toshi. And I'm sorry too. I'd really like it if we could find some middle ground.. but first, we should get some lunch and go on a date, we've harldy seen each other in three weeks after all. Oh, and I love you I really, really do."

"And I love you so much more y/n, so much that it hurts." Shinso murmured, leaning towards you after every word, finishing it off with kissing your lips sweetly.

"I don't think that's possible." You breathe, causing Shinso to chuckle.

"Oh trust me, it is." He finished, pecking your lips once more before standing up, taking your hand to take you out on the best date possible.

Because there is nothing Shinso loved more than you, and he'd continue to prove it until the day he died.

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themellowminx · 25 days ago

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Still With You ｡𖦹°‧

Shinsou x gn Reader, Hurt/Comfort, mild angst, mention of blood, established relationship, proof read, sfw

Shinsou gets a little aggressive with reader in the beginning, but nothing happens

“Hitoshi, are you ready to talk about what happened?” Your voice was tender in the early morning. You kept your arms wrapped around the boy next to you, fearful that any wrong word or move would send him disappearing again. It seemed like what took place only hours ago, felt like years.

It happened after class, Mr. Aizawa had dismissed everyone to go to lunch. Your boyfriend had seemed odd that day, fidgety and spaced out, something was clearly bothering him. You had intended to talk to him after class and walk with him to the cafeteria like usual, but Shinsou had left the classroom before her. ‘Weird,’ you thought, "did something happen in training last night?’ You and Shinsou often trained with Mr. Aizawa together, but you two also scheduled one-on-one sessions to focus on specific moves or techniques. Shinsou had met with him last night, he’d been intentionally secretive about the new support item he had acquired, wanting to surprise you with what he was learning.

Shinsou could be extremely hard on himself, you knew that, but you had always, and would always, be there for him. Cheering him on, just as he does for you. So this behavior, avoidant and nervous, was disconcerting to say the least.

You stalled in the hallways, waiting for the purple haired boy to pop up any second. When there was a sharp tug on your arm, feet faltered as you were yanked into the broom closet next to you. It was surprising, but wasn't enough to frighten you. The grip on your arm was familiar, though harsher than usual.

“Toshi, are you okay–” your words were cut off when Shinsou roughly grasped behind your neck and began to kiss you. You two had your playful moments sure, you would tease and mess with him, and he would respond with mock anger and firm punishments. But this was different, he was different. You pushed on Shinsou’s chest, trying to get him off of her so that you could speak. Everything about his movements were wrong. His calloused hand gripped your neck harder, but not in that dominant and assertive way you loved so much. This hurt, and panic started to rise in your chest. You managed to shove him off off for long enough to yell.

“Hitoshi, stop!” Shinsou froze. Even in the dark closet you could feel his stillness, could hear his ragged breathing. “What’s going on?”

“Fuck.” he brought his hands up to his face, you tried to grasp them in her own, but he wouldn’t let you. “Fuck-fuck, I’m sorry. Dammit.” His voice sounded pained. Though you knew he’d never intentionally hurt you, his unusual behavior was growing disturbing.

Shinsou threw open the door and began to walk swiftly down the hallway. You weren't going to let him leave you like this, so you followed after him.

“Toshi, talk to me, what was that? Histoshi!” People were looking now, but you didn't care, they could all go to hell.

“Y/n?” His voice was dull now, something was seriously wrong.

“Yes?” You were desperate now, trying to catch up to him. But then your legs stopped suddenly, arms dropping to your side as you felt your expression smooth. You couldn't move. No–

“Don’t follow me.” Shinsou said coldly. He had used his quirk on you. Something you two swore never to do, unless absolutely necessary. His quirk turned off with what felt like a snap to your nerves but when you gained control of your body again, he was out of sight. It took everything you had not to fall to the floor and cry.

“Y/n/n,” Ururaka’s comforting voice sounded behind you. You turned, tears welling in your eyes. “what just happened, are you alright?” your best friend was suddenly at your side. Trailing behind Ururaka was Izuku, who stood closely by, wanting to help but not quite knowing what to do. You found it hard to speak, but still you tried.

“He–he used–” you took a long inhale and let it out shakily. “He used his quirk on me, I just wanted to make sure he was okay–he was acting weird and-and then he.” you stopped talking, now suddenly aware of all the eyes on you. God, this was stupid, the whole school doesn't need to know about your relationship drama.

It wasn’t until later that day, when you were in Ururaka’s room, cuddled around a large stuffed animal, that the tears started to fall. The other girl sat silently next to you face solemn and round eyebrows knitted.

“I don’t know why I’m so bothered by it, I mean clearly he wasn't in his right mind, but I can’t help but feel mad at him.” you laughed bitterly “And I tried to message him, I called him and even went to Mr. Aizawa, thinking maybe he’d know where Toshi went, but nope. Nothing. He’s not in his room, or the training grounds. I checked the weight room and even asked Tokoyami to check the men’s baths. It’s like he just disappeared.” Your head fell to the plushy cagged in your arms. “When something is bothering him, he doesn't like to talk about it, but he’s never pushed me away like this before. I should feel worried, but instead I’m furious.” Ururaka just sat there quietly, listening to her friend spill her heart out. You slept in her room that night.

The next morning, you had a feeling that Shinsou wouldn't be in class, and, unsurprisingly, he wasn't. Anger still pumped in your chest, you’d sent a few strongly worded texts and hadn’t begun to regret them yet. You tried her best to focus on the lecture in class, taking notes and the usual tasks. But in the back of your mind, gears kept turning and thoughts kept forming, drawing your attention away from the lecture. After classes were done, you went to the library to study, but found it to be a useless endeavor. The light of your phone stood like a beacon in your hand. You read through the various insults and threats you’d sent, all left on delivered. You typed out an I’m sorry… then deleted it, Come back. and deleted that too. Some sign that you’re still alive would be nice. You pressed send and turned off her phone.

This continued for two more days.

The waiting was driving you slowly insane. By the afternoon of the second day, your anger had fizzled into that of worry, thinking of every possible reason Shinsou was gone; he had been kidnapped by villains, he went on a walk to clear his head and got lost, he was with another girl. That Mr. Aizawa actually knew where he was, but refused to tell you. Thoughts spiraling on and on until you finally laid down for bed. But you couldn't sleep, didn’t want to either, any moment expecting him to call, or the villain alarm to go off and find out that one of your biggest fears had become a reality. The hours ticked by until finally the clock read 3:15 A.M.

“Great,” you whispered to yourself. Shinsou had now been missing for four days. “If he’s not dead by now, he will be when I get to him.” Then a subtle, singular knock came from your door, you sat up immediately. Heart thumping in your chest. It could be Jiro, she often stayed up late, or a teacher coming to tell you to identify a body, or maybe… You swung the door open and felt every cell in your body go quiet. The figure in the doorway collapsed into you, his broad arms came around your waist and his face buried into your neck. Shinsou melted in your hold. You had half a mind to walk out of the doorway and into your room.

“Oh, thank God.” voice cracking, you sighed deeply as the two of you crumpled to the carpeted floor. Detaching yourself from him only enough to view his face, in the dim light of your dorm room, you surveyed him head to toe. Shinsou’s eyes were sunken and his bags had gotten deeper, his face looked thinner somehow, bruised as well. His upper lip was split and still had remnants of dried blood, his hair messy and unstyled, he was still wearing his uniform pants and shirt, but his tie and blazer were gone, his shirt rumpled and dirty. Your breath caught when you saw his knuckles, deep purple bruises littered his hands. They were still stained crimson with, what you selfishly hoped, was someone else's blood. Shinsou looked completely defeated. You didn't speak, knew you didn't have to, only wrapped yourself back around him and kissed his cheek, then the other.

Lifting both of you off the floor, making your way to the bathroom, ever thankful that U.A. had given each room their own personal ensuite. You guided Shinsou to sit on your bed and started the bath, leaving the door open so that he could see you. While the water was warming you fished out the small first aid kit, it was basic but it would work. You grabbed the extra toothbrush under your sink and set it on the counter. You tried not to rush, but it was difficult, your emotions were somehow all over the place, and controlled at the same time. You always had a few of Shinsou’s clothes lying around in your own closet and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a sweater. You didn’t have any boxers but figured it would be okay. Testing the water again, happy with the temperature, you turned it off. You went back to Shinsou, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders drooped and eyes distant. You helped him up and walked into the bathroom.

“I’m going to undress you now, okay?” he probably wouldn't have denied you, but you said it anyway. Slowly and gently, you began unbuttoning his shirt. Shinsou leaned against the counter, bracing his arms as if his legs would give out any moment. You tried to be quick while taking off his pants, shoes and socks, all while keeping your eyes to the floor. Even though there was nothing of him you hadn’t seen before, he deserved that much.

Stripping down to a towel, in case you got sprayed with water, you let him sit on the stool. Kneeling behind him and to turn on the faucet to fill the bucket, you used the detachable shower head to rinse his hair and body. He was shivering and a part of your heart broke in half at that. You hugged him from behind, placing a chaste kiss to his shoulder. You pumped the shampoo into your hand and began working through his matted hair. Slowly, with each scrub and rinse, he relaxed a bit. His breathing became slower and more controlled, he met your eyes in the shower mirror, his expression having softened and appeared less severe. Once you had finished washing him, you turned off the shower and whispered near his ear.

“Let’s get you in the bath.” and he followed without complaint, his hand on your hips, kneading gently into your soft flesh. Once Shinsou was comfortably in the bath, you wanted to crawl in with him, but held yourself back.

“I’ll be right back, alright? Just a second, I’m going to make you something to eat then I’ll be here." It hurt to leave him, even if only for a short moment, but you needed to.

You closed the door gently, throwing on the first suitable piece of clothing in sight, and grabbing Shinsou’s dirty clothes as you hurried to the common area. You didn't want to wake anyone, but understood how precarious each second you spent away from him was. Throwing his bundle of clothes into the washing machine, then you raced to the kitchen. Luckily Bakugo had been on dinner duty that night, which meant that he had cooked up an amazing curry and there was a good amount of leftovers. You plopped the food into a bowl and heated it up. While that was warming you waited for the teapot to boil. Everything finished around the same time, and you managed to sprint back to your room, bowl and tea in hand, without spilling anything.

Once back in the dorm, you paused for a single second, set the food and drink down, and took a moment to finally breathe. You opened the bathroom door again, half-worried that he’d be gone again. But he wasn't. Shinsou sat in the bath, asleep, warm water lapping at his sides and all the way up to his shoulders. Your heart lurched for the millionth time that night as you realized he totally could have drowned just now. ‘Falling asleep in a bath, what an idiot.’ You thought with amusement, and couldn't contain your smile. God, you were just glad he was back to her. You woke Shinsou up gently, peppering his damp skin with kisses and soft caresses. He looked a little more alive now, cleaner and less pale.

“I’m back,” kiss “do you,” kiss “need help getting dressed?” kiss. Shinsou blinked his bleary eyes, his lips parted and the sparkle returning to gaze with every display of affection. He shook his head, expression soft. “Okay, I’ll be right outside the door then.”

You sat on her bed, lamplight illuminating her room in a warm, yellow glow.” Pulling on the loose threads of your first aid pouch, the bandages, ointment, and saline wipes splayed out across the comforter. Shinsou exited the bathroom, dressed with a towel over his head, you sat up and brought him to your bed. You cleaned his cuts and scrapes while he ate, only the sound of silverware scraping against the bowl and the quiet buzzing from the lamp filled the otherwise quiet room. Once you were both done, you went back into the bathroom with Shinsou and brushed his teeth for him. Because of the way you’d bandaged his hands, he couldn't really hold anything very well, the cuts were a lot worse than you’d thought. Once all the blood was washed off and you saw the real damage. Keeping your curiosity to yourself, answers and explanations would have to wait. Right now he needed rest. Shinsou leaned his head in the crook of your neck, hands finding their way back to your hips. There was so much you wanted to say, to scream, you wanted to apologize for the texts you sent, wanted to know where the hell he had gone, and why the hell he left in the first place. Who or what he fought and how he won, because the only thing stopping you from finding the piece of shit who roughed him up, was the consolation that he had won.

But everything stilled and you were able to snuggle under the covers, eventually falling asleep in each other's arms. Holding on so tight that neither could move, even if you wanted to. The next morning Shinsou could unravel the twisted web of concern, but you didn’t care about excuses right now, you just missed her boyfriend, and promised to never let this happen again.

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zzeraphilm · 6 months ago

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little white lies

Shinsou Hitoshi x GN!Reader word count: 2,517 summary: shinsou and y/n's childhood dream was to become heroes, side by side. but as you grow up, reality hits hard, and sometimes lies make the pain easier to bare.

Tiny pitter pattering feet crunched the granite beneath them. Two little children, imagining their powers, capturing villains and saving the world. With their school jumpers tied around their necks, their makeshift capes fluttered in the wind as they ran around the monkey bars.

“Ah ha! Stay back villain! The twin heroes Étoile and- Hitoshi, did you think of a hero name yet?” Y/N, the taller of the duo, snapped at the little boy beside them.

“Uhm, not yet I’m still thinking about it.” He mumbled.

“You should do some research! My dad showed me all of the ways heroes can be named! I picked mine because it means star in French! One day I hope to be a shining star that saves people!”

The thick head of purple hair bobbed up and down, nodding along to the ramblings of his friend. Since his first quirk manifestation, he has been scared to show Y/N his ability, brainwashing isn’t particularly associated with heroism. In Shinsou’s eyes, Y/N was blessed with the perfect quirk to become a hero unlike him. He remembers the day their quirk manifested, they were on their way to school and the scatterbrained Y/N tripped on the cracked pavement, bracing for impact they felt a beam of light pushing them upwards in the air. From their fingertips, the rays of sunlight had curved into a little cloud for them.

They were smiling ear to ear, their happiness so infectious that Shinsou couldn’t help but cheer. From then on, in class Y/N would mould the various rays of light from a lamp or fire into a multitude of objects, shapes and weapons. Their class praised Y/N, knowing their future success as a hero was guaranteed. Shinsou couldn’t continue to be petty around Y/N, his friend was quite literally the light of his life, and he just wanted to remain by their side.

Towards their second year in Middle School, Y/N’s life took a drastic turn. Their family had to relocate out of their town, meaning Shinsou would be left for the dogs in his high school who would torment his dreams of becoming a hero alongside Y/N. They promised to continue to talk everyday, Y/N would send extensive messages, updates about their life in their new town. How they befriended many people and have started their own Hero Appreciation Club at their new school.

Shinsou buried his jealousy like second skin. He lied through his teeth like it was biological to him. Y/N knew of Shinsou’s quirk, they reassured him that despite everything, he could become an incredible hero. But with the world around him painting him to be the perfect villain to Y/N’s hero, he despised the thought of being a hero. So when on their weekly phone call to each other, as Y/N rambled about attending a hero school and how they wanted to live up to their childhood dream. Shinsou agreed, said he felt the same and promised to live up to Y/N’s wishes. That was when the lies first started.

Shinsou got into UA’s General Studies course, his grades were excellent and the prestige of UA’s reputation around the world was enough for his parents to agree in his admission. Despite knowing that he had tried so hard to get into the hero course. It was futile, because a useless quirk as his would never work in a battlefield situation.

Y/N succeeded in getting into the hero course at Shiketsu High School, at the news of their admission into the hero course, Y/N cheered endlessly on the phone with Shinsou. So excited to finally see their dream come to fruition. Upon asking if Shinsou held up his end of the plan, he said he did. That he got into UA. He just didn’t mention which class, so Y/N assumed that everything was fine. That they would soon be reunited as heroes.

Being a part of the hero class meant Y/N was constantly busy, unlike Shinsou. His high school life was as ordinary as one could have it, he had thought multiple times to drop out and go to a regular school. It would’ve made no difference, yet whenever him and Y/N spoke, he felt guilty. A sticky, black tar-like feeling at the pit of this throat. He didn’t want to disappoint them. He wanted to be the boy that was always by their side, in every dream and every thought. He just wanted to be beside them again. And if that meant he had to maintain this facade of a hero-to-be, then so be it. As long as it remains just between him and Y/N.

“Then we had to do these 2v2 fights in a hypothetical villain attack. It was crazy, I think I really got into the character of a villain!” They laughed through the screen, as they tilted their head at Shinsou’s nonchalant hummed response.

“Toshi, how’s your hero studies been going? Do you guys have a lot of written content to cover?”

Shinsou stopped scribbling in his notebook, he couldn’t have Y/N think that they failed to get into the hero course, and was merely a general studies student. He broke his train of thought with a cough.

“Yeah kinda. Uhh, Mr Aizawa is getting us to make notes on past rescue missions for an assignment.” He had lost count over how many lies he had said, maybe this was the 100th one but he couldn’t remember. Just as long as Y/N believes him.

“Oh wow! To think Eraserhead would be such a strict guy. My teachers think it’s best to learn through doing, so my hands are too sore to even pick up a pen nowadays!” Before they could finish their sentence they yawned loudly. “Ah, I’m so sorry Toshi, I’ve been so tired lately.”

Shinsou couldn’t help but smile at how cute they looked trying to stop themselves from falling asleep.

“Then go to bed stinky. You gotta wake up early tomorrow,” With a light hum and a slow nod with their head, Y/N waved him goodbye.

Shinsou was afraid of course, if Y/N found out the truth, that their childhood friend was a disgusting liar with a villainous quirk so of course he would manipulate them into believing everything he said. His mind was full of self-sabotaging and self-despising thoughts. He could only shove his mind into his studies to cover up the screams in his head.

News of the attack in USJ spread across the school like wildfire, the thought of a villain attack sent a shivers down the spine of every student. Of course, the news spread to the rest of the country, with Y/N spamming Shinsou’s phone with endless missed calls and messages. Shit. He was so busy lately with his studies that he forgot about Y/N thinking he was with the hero class.

12 missed calls from Y/N ☆ Hitoshi answer me Pls Pls answer me R u okay?!?? Pick up my calls!

“Hello?”

“Hitoshi! Where are you? Are you okay? Did you get hurt? I saw the news and- oh God I can’t even- Please tell me you’re not hurt!”

Y/N’s mind was spiralling out of control, endless visions of Shinsou hurt and pinned down by a villain flooded their mind. They felt sick with anxiety, they had cried themselves to sleep the night before thinking the worst because Shinsou hadn’t responded to them.

“I’m okay. I’m fine, luckily I called in sick.” He mumbled.

Relief flooded over their body, Y/N physically felt the weight of worry be lifted from their soul.

“Thank goodness, how are your classmates? Are they recovering okay? I’m so sorry you guys had to go through that. You know can always talk to me Toshi. I know we’ve been busy lately to even talk but I’m always here for you.”

Shinsou felt dirty, he felt disgusting for the lies that he had laid. He had dug himself in his own grave by this point.

“Yeah, thanks Y/N. I’ve- I’ve got to go there’s some stuff I’ve got to do.”

“Of course Toshi, just message me when you get home! Stay safe.” Click.

The two tried to speak regularly, but with the stress of their hero activities and Shinsou’s growing guilt turned resentful - they hadn’t spoken in over a month. The UA Sports Festival was fast approaching and Y/N had already been bragging to the rest of their friends about Shinsou. How excited they were to see him on the screen, hyping everyone in the room with their shining persona. Any mention of Shinsou, Y/N instantly beamed and everyone knew from a mile away how much the boy meant to them. The rest of Class 1-A at Shiketsu had their eyes glued to the screen upon the announcement of the UA Sports Festival. Y/N was busy writing their message to Shinsou wishing him luck. Despite the extensive chat history largely consisting of missed calls and messages from Y/N.

Shinsou tried to block out Y/N from his life the last few weeks, muting their messages and focusing their studies. Seeing Class 1-A at UA going about their days ignited a fire within him. He had been so spiteful of himself, for lying to Y/N about his hero journey, it only justified his own beliefs that he couldn’t become a hero like them. To then seeing the danger 1-A posed for the rest of the school, he felt cluster of emotions, ranging from spite, hatred, jealousy, envy and disappointment. Mainly towards himself. His self-sabotaging behaviour had only fuelled his disbelief over himself, seeing others succeed in the dream he and Y/N had made him sick.

By now, he did not care for Y/N, he had become blinded by his envy. His self-hatred. His new found desire to win.

“Guys it’s starting!” Y/N had invited their classmates and close friends to their parents’ home to watch the sports festival together. They huddled around the television screen, on the sofa, the floor and even on top of each others laps. Bags of chips and snacks messily spread across the table and multiple cups of juice were handed out. They were all excited to see the infamous Shinsou Hitoshi that their beloved classmate would fawn over.

The silent shock that cast over the room was deafening, Shinsou walked out along with the general studies class and all of a sudden the attention was towards Y/N. It moved so fast that they barely noticed they had moved onto the next class. Nobody wanted to call Y/N’s bluff and continued to watch in silence. Each move that Shinsou took didn’t live up to the heroic version of him in their minds. Some even saw him as, villainous. Y/N didn’t speak, didn’t take a sip or eat anything. Their eyes were glued to the screen, jaw tightly locked in position and their fists balled till their skin turned white.

The day was supposed to be a fun, class get together at their friends house to cheer for their favourite UA student. No one would’ve guessed that it was all a lie. Some of their classmates knew of Shinsou’s quirk briefly, some had no idea that he could brainwash people. So during the student-student battle rounds, they were left shocked at how unsportsmanlike Shinsou was, the way he manipulated his quirk to win. He was nothing like how Y/N described him, this boy who was full of wonder and was always determined to be by Y/N’s side. Some of the students felt sick, some of the students resembled the same kinds of people that swayed Shinsou away from his dreams of becoming a hero. Before the fight between Midoriya Izuku and Shinsou could take place, Y/N turned off the TV and walked out the room. No one tried to console them.

Well done for today. Call me when you’re free.

“Y/N, you there?”

“Shinsou why did you lie to me?”

His heart almost skipped a beat at his exposure.

“I didn’t mean to lie to you.”

A new found anger filled Y/N’s voice, they screamed. “But you did! For almost half a year! You pretended to be a part of 1-A, I thought you almost died at USJ! Yet I see you on national television using your quirk like your some sort of-“

“Some sort of what?! Villain? I fought damn hard today, I’m not having you prove them all right!”

The call cut abruptly, both Y/N and Shinsou were left aghast. Years of dreams together and years of friendship. Suddenly began to melt away. Had their feelings for each other, their dreams to be together side by side as heroes come to an end now?

Since they last spoke on the phone, Y/N became fully integrated into Shiketsu High’s hero course, ignoring the rest of the world around them. Allowing themselves to be swallowed whole by their hero activities. Despite their hard work, their mind was always elsewhere. Their last conversation with Shinsou left a bitter taste in their mouth that nothing could clean out. Maybe if they had been more understanding, they could’ve fixed everything.

Unlike a few of their classmates, Y/N pass their Provisional Licence exam with a breeze. Only a few more steps closer to becoming a pro, was all that was driving Y/N to continue with their studies. Their endless spiralling thoughts had consumed them to the point of delusion that only a harsh voice from a certain pro-hero caught broke their train of thought.

“Are you Y/N L/N?”

They whipped their head around to face the Erasure hero, Eraserhead. Aizawa Shota, who upon close inspection, was the older spitting image of Shinsou. Y/N cursed how the image of Shinsou followed them everywhere they turned.

“You’re friends with Shinsou Hitoshi from UA, yes?” They gave a hesitant nod.

“Well he reached out to me to train him, tell me. Do you think he can do it, train to become a hero?” His stagnant voice held no indication of hope nor malice. So this was Class 1-A’s teacher.

Y/N could only recall the memories of their childhood with Shinsou, where despite his smaller frame compared to other kids, his slight stammer as a child. He would always stand up for Y/N no matter what, he would always hold their hand whenever it would get dark sooner than expected. How Shinsou would always give them the other half of his candy to make sure that Y/N would always have something to eat or smile at. How no matter what Shinsou would be by their side, even if they were apart, the spirit of him was always leaning over them. Y/N knew, from the very first day they met him, that Shinsou was their hero.

“Yes. I know he can become the greatest hero, because he’s always been mine.”

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anjautembear · 1 month ago

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Helloo. So this is my first post and I had this idea in my head after I listend to a song. English isn't my first language so sorry if there are spelling errors or sentences that don't make a lot of sence😅. I hope to the readers that read this like this as much as I do and sorry again if it doesn't make sence >_<. OKAY on to the story!!

Warning: Angst baby

Inspired by the song: All i want by kodaline

All i want is nothing more

To hear you knocking at my door

He watches the door, hoping that she would walk threw it, greating him with that loving smile she always had, that still haunts him. He still hopes after weeks, but deep down he knows.

'Cause if I could see your face once more

I could die as a happy man I'm sure

He misses her, her face is starting to blur in his memory of her, but he wishes to go back. He wishes that he took her face in detail, if he only knew, that she would no longer be here, he would have printed her loving gaze in his mind.

When you said your last goodbye

The day of her death, is the day he wishes that never happend, the day that cancer took her from him, a sickness he so hates, a day that will haunt him forever.

The sound of a heartmonitor beeping in the background, the doctors and nurces shoes squeking on the floor outside, people talking, the sound of the wind blowing outside, the autum air blowing threw the curtains. Her favourite season.

But all those noises are blurred, for his soulfocus, was her, his beloved, his wife. He remembers holding her hand so tight for he feared she would pass to soon, slip from his fingers. His hold is tight but not too tight, for he didn't want to brake her. She was already thin and fragile. He still hates that feeling of her thin hand holding his and not the once healthy hand. Cancer was a true nightmare.

Her last words, the words that haunt him still, her fairwell greating, was a request. She requested that he should move on, marry another, find a new person that would treat him well. That she still and would love him. She hates that she is dying but does not want her beloved to suffer when she's gone. Her last and final words,

"You were a wonderful experience, I loved every minute with you. You were the reason for my every smile...I think...I'm ready to go home..with a smile and the memorys of us. Please look after youself...please."

I died a little bit inside

As his tears fall after she said those words, her final breath was taken, and she was gone. Like the autum leaves she so loved, her soul being carried away, back home. Her final smile with one tear falling, will always haunt him. His tears mimicking hers, but a waterfall. His heart stoped beating that day, like hers, for his heart shatter after she ripped the bandage clean.

I lay in tears in bed all night

As he lays in his ice cold bed, that no longer has her sent and warmf. He stares at the picture of their wedding day next to his bed. He still hasn't taken it off. His lifeless eyes staring at her bright smile, her wedding dress blowing in the spring wind. Memorys of her laughter, a sickening reminder, of his regrets of not marrying her sooner.

Alone without you by my side

He can no longer sleep, he can't, he tried multible times. But he can't sleep without her warm body next to his. So he holds her pillow, that no longer has her sent, the perfume bottle she once used ,empty after he used it to remind him of her.

But if you loved me

Why'd you leave me?

He doesn't know who to blame, himself, for not meating her sooner, cancer, a sickness that took her, or her, who left him a broken mess. A broken man who can't fix himself without her.

Take my body

Take my body..

All I want is

All I need is..

He felt like he should have been the one who left, he should be the one burried 6 feet under ground, he should be the one cold in the coffen, instead of his beloved, who didn't deserve it.

She was a bright light in a room full of dull lamps, he only saw her in a room full of people. But now she's a light no longer there, he is lost in the dark room. She is now no longer in the room full of people, he is surching, but she's already in the train of no return.

He needs her...but he no longer has her to save him

To find somebody

I'll find somebody

He tells himself he'll find another light, another person in the crowd, but deep down he knows that will never happen. She was the only 'somebody' he loved. But he'll try for her, he promised.

Ooh oh

Memorys flash his mind. The day they met, bumping into eachother, on a cold autum day. He remembers how pretty she looked, how her hair framed her face, her flushed cheeks in the cold air. Her smile. Her smile he so loved.

Memorys flash in his mind. The day he preposed, the ring that gleamed in the setting sun. Her tears of joy rolling down her soft warm cheeks he so loved to kiss in the morning. Her eyes gleaming, resembling the ring, the ring he will no longer use.

Memorys flash in his mind. The day of their wedding. Tears of joy and laughter in the air of close friends, but the only laugh he heard, was hers, his wife, his other soul.

Memorys flash now...regret coming back. The day of her funeral. The rain pooring down, her coffen laying there, her favourite flower ontop. Haunting him. Mocking him, mocking him that he will no longer be able to give those same flowers to her on valentimes-day.

Cause you brought out the best of me

A part of me i'd never seen

He never thought that he could be loved, he always saw himself as the worst version of himself. But that all changed when she showed up in his life unexpectedly. She showed him parts of himself he has never seen before. She changed him into a better person. He never new he had these sides to him but she showed him like a hidden chapter between sticky pages glued together that he hid.

You took my soul and wiped it clean.

He was never a relegious person but she came to his life like a saint and changed his soul for the better. She saved him when he was stuck in a dark void of emptyness and anger. He worshiped her love like a person in church.

Our love was made for movie screens

If their love life was a movie. He was sure that everyone would have loved her as much as he did. They would have seen how deep their love was, how inlove he was. But he geasses that not every movie has a happy ending. There love story had a plot twist not even he could see coming.

Ooh, if you loved me

Why'd you leave me

Take my body

All I want is..

All I need is..

To find somebody

I'll find somebody

Like you, ooh

He promised himself, he promised you, that he would move on. Find somebody that would love him like you did, but he can't. He would have to brake that promise. He can't move on, you were his somebody...

Thank you for reading this, I hope this wasn't a bad story😅. Bye bye!!

Edit: Wow! I didn't think people would actually read this and like this post. Thanks for the love guys!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

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The Baby Project: Chapter Six

Izuku Midoriya x reader

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Summary: Noa is having trouble learning how to use the potty.

tw: pee (it's potty training), fluff, angst, inequality, panic attack(ish). I have decided to not include summer vacation. It was an accident

You are trying to finish this month’s report. Noa, now that he’s two, he is getting into everything. Luckily, Izuku seems to be a professional at handling that where you were only seconds away from finishing wrapping him in duct tape which Izuku had a fit about.

The two boys roll around on the floor. Izuku lifts Noa in the air by his feet. Noa’s arms reach to Izuku. Lately, you can't really face him after that whole dream thing. You even touch your lips when he looks into your eyes. Everything since then has been hazy. Almost as if the boundaries and walls between you have bent since he kissed you in his dream. Thinking about it now makes you tingly, even when he’s playing ‘airplane’ with Noa.

Noa’s lullaby rings when he yawns. “Come on Noa, let’s take a nap.”

Noa’s eyebrows furrow and his small mouth parts in shock. If his hands weren’t in Izuku’s, he’d clutch his chest, appalled by Papa’s ‘suggestion’.

“No!” Izuku lowers him. “Noa, it’s alright. We’ll play right-”

“No!” The toddler kicks his feet in protest. “Play!” He tries his hardest to climb on Izuku to do another airplane. Unfortunately for him, Papa isn’t having it.

While those two go at it, you sign your name at the top of the paper of your homework. Luckily, Izuku had already finished his homework so he decided to play with Noa as you try to catch up on yours. It’s been a struggle to juggle a toddler and school, especially since Snipe decided that the class was late in an academic sense. Secretly, the late ‘study sessions’ with the rest of your classmates take time too.

“Do I need to intervene?” You ask Izuku as he picks Noa up and places him on the couch. “No, I got it, right Noa?”

Noa continues to throw a fit, repeating how he’s a big boy and that he isn’t sleepy. He jumps down and attempts to run away until his eyes get droopy and are blinking slowly. “I’m not…no-” He yawns. Finally, he stops fighting and goes into Izuku’s awaiting arms. His papa scoops him up and sits on the couch. Following his little robo-son, Izuku yawns as well.

“Take a nap, Izuku. We’re not going anywhere.” Lately, he’s been comfortable sleeping around you.

“I’ll be fine.” He blinks rapidly, clearly trying to stay awake. Obviously, Noa is taking after Izuku in that area. You sigh and walk over to him with the unfinished book in your hand. “Here, if I read to you again, will you sleep?”

“That fairytale? I like that one,” He has a soft smile. His freckled cheeks and kind eyes make the obvious scar fade in comparison to his boyish look. “Mm, I love it, actually. Read it for me again?”

He can’t remember, right? You never looked into your quirk and only know its basics. What if he remembers?

You try to seem cool despite the possibility of him remembering you in his dream looming over your head. You sit next to him and begin to read.

“Is something different?”

You stop reading. “What do you mean?”

Izuku shrugs his broad shoulders. “You’ve been acting differently. Like something is wrong. Are you okay?”

You can’t tell him the truth. “Uh, teenage feelings.”

“I understand,” He scoots closer to you. “If it becomes something, will you tell me?”

You nod. Sometimes you forget that he’s a teenager, too. A teenager who saved the world at like, fifteen or sixteen, and fought the greatest evil the world has ever seen. You bite your lip and smack him lightly. “Want me to continue?”

With a closed lipped smile and warmth in his eyes, he settles on the couch. “Of course.”

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Izuku isn't having a nightmare. In fact, he seems to be entirely peaceful and content. Maybe the dream affected him because he has gotten bolder with you. For instance, he's laying his head on your lap as he sleeps. Noa, of course, sleeps on Izuku’s chest.

Is this really Izuku? He couldn't even say your name now he’s sleeping on you like it is the most natural thing. The man in question jolts from a snore. You roll your eyes and play with his hair. The world doesn't matter right now as you look down at his peaceful face. Since the target audience is asleep, you don't continue to read. You’ll finish it later, especially since it happens to be Noa’s favorite.

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“Okay, okay! I’ll watch your stupid movie. It better be good.” You take a bite of the chicken. Noa grabs a piece and claps his hands. “Happy!”

“You like that little man?” Noa takes another and hums. Hitoshi of all people comes to sit at the partially full table. There aren’t that many hero students right now, so it is a bit of a surprise. According to Ema, the exams they had were pretty tough so some of them are still doing it.

“You failed?” Hitoshi throws a fry at you. Noa, also known as The Vacuum or Bottomless Pit, picks it up and eats it. “I passed, thank you very much. What’re you doing?”

“Eating.”

He scoffs. “No shit. I mean how’ve you been, what's been going on lately.” Ema observes the two of you like a television show. She clears her throat before you can continue with Hitoshi.

“Anyway, we were talking about Grease.”

“Figures.”

“Excuse me?” Ema straightens up. He points his chopsticks in your direction. “Figured you’d be into cheesy shit like that.”

Ema gasps as if she's been struck. “Cheesy?!” You touch Ema’s arm. “Honey, you need to breathe.”

Hitoshi raises his brows. “What? Princess over there doesn’t like it?”

“She’s never seen the classic. Have you?” Ema crosses her arms and moves her fingers, glaring at Hitoshi. “Saw it, it was shit.”

“Uncultured swine! How could you no-”

“I take it back. She’s the princess,” Hitoshi’s eyes connect with yours. “You’re just a brat.”

Ema stops her rampage. “He’s got that right.” You separate yourself from the table. The audacity of these bitches. They can only be saved if they admit that you are a goddess. “I know good and damn well-”

“I am a princess and you,” She looks you up and down. Hitoshi finishes her thought after he swallows. “A temperamental brat.”

The disrespect at the table is insane. You grip the edge of the table. “Bitch-”

“Hi, Shinsou!” Izuku waves from across the room until he sees you. He jogs to you with a big smile on his face. He softly touches your upper back. You let go of the table and ask him, “Did you pass?”

“Yep! Close call though. This exam was harder than I thought it’d be.”

Hitoshi nods and goes to grab another bite. “Got that right. Teachers were brutal this time.” Hitoshi shoves it in his mouth. He looks down at Kenji who’s looking healthier since you last saw him. Clearly, Hitoshi’s been taking care of him well.

“I’m gonna get something to eat, I’ll be right back.”

Hitoshi’s purple eyes flicker back up to you. “Did he like his cake?”

You forgot about that shit. “You asshole. His favorite is chocolate, not strawberry.”

“Strawberry shortcake. There’s a difference.” He corrects. Ema looks at the two of you confused. You point to the purple haired freak. “He told me Izuku’s favorite cake was strawberry shortcake and it’s not. Betcha five that it’s yours.”

He gives a devious smile. “Got it. Lovely cake by the way if you don’t count the burns.”

You smack your hands on the table. “There were no burns! The stove burned. Not the cake.”

“You tried to burn the house down?!” Ema’s eyebrows raise. You shake your head. “No, Noa messed with the knobs-”

“Why was he near fire?” Izuku’s broad frame comes into view. “He was helping with the cake-”

Little Kenji starts to cry. “Shit-”

You groan and reach for the baby. “Here, like this.”

Hitoshi gets the hold right. “You’re welcome.”

He nods and sucks in his lips. Hitoshi looks down at the table. “Thanks for everything, (Y/n).”

Izuku swallows his food. “For what?” Ah, you didn’t tell him that Hitoshi messed up his cake and that you helped him with Little Ken. It’s not like you have much to hide about it.

“She helped me with Little Kenji-”

“Who?” You look at Izuku from the corner of your eye. He is rigid and stiff. “She named him Kenji since my partner hasn’t told me the name. I don’t even think they have the certificate.”

“Kenji? As in Ken?”

Hitoshi looks around the table. “Yeah.”

Izuku is silent for what feels like minutes. He then gives Hitoshi a closed eye smile that is practically blinding. Does anyone else feel this tension? It’s rolling off of him like waves. You shiver and side eye him.

He turns to you. “Where’d you get that name? Did you just think of it?”

Your nostrils flare. Why in the hell would he ask that knowing how you know Ken? Through gritted teeth, you answer vaguely, “Named him after a friend.”

His face is fake. That sweet demeanor is so deceitful, and you know that everyone else at the table thinks so too, they just don’t know why. Fucking Deku continues to be fake as hell.

“That’s so sweet, (Y/n). I wonder what else you’d do.”

Hitoshi struggles with the baby. “She made my favorite cake for my birthday. That was the sweetest, wasn’t it spoiled kitty?” Hitoshi is getting on your nerves to a whole new level. This bitch is hitting nerves that you didn't even know existed.

“She is a bit spoiled."

You whip your head to Izuku who just agreed with this purple bitch. “Me? Are you kidding? Will you please hold that baby’s head-shut up-like this,” You reach over and adjust Little Ken again. “God. You people are so rude. I was just trying to be nice and make a cake for Izuku. And you,” You sit back down and turn to the green-haired menace. “I was helping him. The booger didn’t even have a name.”

You don’t know why you are defending yourself to these people or why you care. You huff, “Please, like you didn’t need help from me before? I helped you study for your dumb exam before you trained-” You stop mid sentence.

“Oh …” Ema rests her head on her hands. Her eyes dart between you three as she waits for another word. She’s watching like this is some kind of soap opera. This would be funny if it weren't for something you just noticed. Why didn't you question it before?

“Will everyone stop? Let's focus on the big thing here.” You scold her.

Ema rolls her eyes. “Potty training? I already gave you tips.”

“I’m talking about how they managed to care for the children while they did their exams.” The table goes silent. If this were an old western, a tumbleweed would go by. “Exams for the hero course are written and sometimes practical, right? How’d you guys manage that?”

Ema straightens up in her seat as she looks around. “I never asked Eijirō. Maybe they put them on the sidelines?” Her frown gets deeper as the seconds pass. Finally, you made sense and moved the conversation away from whatever the hell that was and onto more important things, like cheating.

“Izuku? Hitoshi?” She calls. Hitoshi is the first to speak. His face is indifferent, but his eyes say the opposite, especially when they make contact with you. “Due to the nature of the course, we give them to the caregiver.”

“Excuse me?” Ema’s chest starts to move. Her breathing is deep and steady. “You guys get to cheat? How much? During training or-?”

It was a question you never thought of because of how little you see the hero course have their kids. It never occurred to you that they’d have help. Izuku, someone who has been there with you for months now, didn’t think to mention that his friends get another advantage?

“Answer her, Izuku.” You side eye the silent hero next to you. He says nothing for a second then in a low voice, reluctantly answers, "All of it.”

Ema shakes. Kirishima comes in and waves at her but stops once he sees her anger. “This whole time? Are you kidding me?!” She yells. She heads over to him. The redhead’s face looks like a shocked and scolded kid.

"When did this start?" Your voice is quiet and cracked. It's the only words spoken during her rant behind you. Izuku’s head is down. Hitoshi freezes when you look up at him. Even though you were curious, you no longer care and decide to go without an answer. “No wonder why he was alive. A fucking caregiver during class hours was taking care of him.” You suck on your lips and shake your head. You try to will you voice not to quiver or crack but it still does.

“And you,” Izuku flinches slightly. “This whole time you knew. You could have fought for us. For me. You dare get mad because of a name and a fucking cake. Calling me spoiled? If I was, wouldn’t I be in the hero course?”

You stand up and grab Noa before he can try to get Izuku’s attention. Izuku stands as well, desperately trying to stop you from leaving. "It's not like that-"

"I hope you choke."

You leave and go to your friends, quickly informing everyone in the cafeteria of what went down just in case they can’t understand Ema’s screaming.

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“This better be good, Ema.” You push Grease inside the player. The DVD spins and you sit down on your bed. Noa watches the screen intently after you hit play. The musical goes on until you get the urge to use the bathroom. Since it’s just you and Noa, you keep the door open.

Your phone rings again for the nth time. It's been almost forty-eight hours since you found out about the hero course having a caregiver and you haven’t talked to Izuku since. He texted you and called several times. You haven’t answered a single thing. To decompress, you decided to take on Ema’s suggested movie. You aren't really paying attention to it but it is a nice distraction from the tug on your heart.

Izuku lied to you. He didn't tell you that the hero course has some kind of caregiver for the kids. The general studies have been struggling with everything and rather than helping, he lied. This discovery is making you question everything. Like, why was Kaibara so angry if there was a caregiver? How long has this been going on? When Izuku said 'all of it', did he mean during exams or the whole class period? There aren't enough answers.

You begin to sing along with John Travolta. “Go grease lightnin’-”

“Potty…” After you flush, you look out and see Noa doing the pee-pee dance. He’s two years old now so training should begin. You go over and guide him to the bathroom and even set him on it while holding him. “No.”

“You sure?” He nods his head and right when you’re about to set him down, he hears the song and bounces. Quickly, you set him back down on the toilet and he uses the bathroom while singing the song.

“Does Grease Lightnin’ make you pee?”

“Yeah.”

Valuable information. "Alright, so tomorrow I'll try to find you a kiddie potty seat, okay?" You fix him all up and let him go. Noa grabs the remote and starts messing with it. "You break it, I break you!" You call out.

Against your judgment, you look at the phone and see the texts.

-(Y/n), please let me explain.

-PLEASE answer

-Darling please answer the phone

-I'm sorry

These continue on and on, with the last one being an apology. You want to yell at him. Call him every name in the book with the last being a traitor. You don't know why you even bothered with him. He's a hero. A deceitful, jealous, lying, self-serving, traitorous, tax leech. Why did you even give him the time of day?

You sigh and toss your phone on the bed. The DVD rewinds to the same song as before. Noa bounces again and takes his diaper off. “What’re you doing-no!” He grunts and pees on the fucking floor. You rush to get him on the toilet.

“Stop, stop, stop sto-oh come on.” He stops the trickle right when you get him on the seat. He smiles up at you and says, “I peed.”

Rude.

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Sakura comes in with a large plant. Its leaves are perfectly kept up, but it is still hideous. She places the potted plant next to Snipe’s desk. You don’t know why she gets to do that and why she even has such a hideous thing.

“Did you like it?” Ema’s facing you despite Snipe’s constant scolding. “Ema!” Snipe yells. “Hold on, Snipe! This is Grease!”

“I don’t care! Turn around and be quiet. Class is in session and we have a lot to talk about.”

You ignore him completely. After finding out that the heroes get a fucking pass when it comes to childcare, everyone became furious. Snipe, who usually has respect, is being bulldozed. Besides, talking about an ancient musical is more entertaining than whatever Snipe is talking about or Riko's tiring advice about a budget plan.

“It was alright. I don’t think it is something I’d watch on the regular.” Ema starts to growl. “The soundtrack was good though! Had a lot of catchy tunes, I’ll give it that.”

She perks up again. “I know right? Go grease lightnin’-” Noa stops bouncing on your lap and stares at her. Ema is completely oblivious to what she’s done. You jump up. “Hold it Noa, hold it!”

He pulls his pants down his own. “Dammit Noa, wait!” You pick him up and run to the door. Your classmates laugh at you. Noa grunts again. From what you figure, it is his telltale sign of him having to go to the bathroom.

Noa, the bastard, starts to urinate on the floor. “ No!” You go to Sakura’s plant for him to pee on. The owner stands up and screams. “(Y/n)! Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“This plant is ugly as fuck anyway!”

Unfortunately, a terrible thing happens. Jule’s child sniffles and runs to the plant. “Me too!”

“Jule!” You call. He gets up to get his daughter who has decided that Noa had a good idea to pee on the plant. Sakura yells again to stop the kids. The rest of the class finds this way too funny. Normally, you’d think it is funny but not when it’s your fucking son.

Jule’s baby girl-Etsuko?-sits on the soil in the pot. “Oh my God! Jule!”

“Jule, (Y/n), stop these kids right now!” Snipe points to you and Jule.

“How the hell did this start?” Benio’s once bewildered face morphs into an amused and annoying expression. Ema gestured to you and Noa. “I sang Grease Lightnin’ and he started-”

Noa, grunts again. “Stop saying that! It makes him-”

“Take the kid to the bathroom, now!” Snipe slams his hand on his desk.

Done with all of the yelling, you look up at Snipe. “This wouldn't be an issue if we had a caregiver!”

Right when Jule picks Etsuko up, the door opens. The sudden noise startles you. Quickly you turn around. Noa sighs and somehow releases once more. Much to your surprise, Eraserhead stands there unexpectedly. His black suit gets wetter by the second.

Your jaw drops, and the class gasps. Noa, your son, just peed on Aizawa.

“Ha!” Riko’s laughs become contagious. You haven’t smiled or laughed with them. Instead, you stand frozen even though the room becomes more chaotic than before. “(Y/n), that is enough. Go outside this instant.”

Snipe’s voice is calm and cool. You suck in your lips and nod. Aizawa still stands in front of the door. “Noa, if you got any more, now’s the time.”

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Surprisingly, you aren’t being punished. At least not right now. The heroes are villains wearing white. For all you know, they’re having secret meetings on how to destroy you. It would not be far-fetched to think Izuku is also in on these meetings seeing what a deceitful, unfair, degenerate he is.

You groan and rub your face. These textbooks are becoming too much for you the longer you work on them. Not to mention the law books and a damn budget plan you’ve been ignoring. It's a sound idea but tedious. You lean away from the desk.

You look at your phone again and read all of his desperate texts. Even though he appeared to be a sweet guy, his main color is green, like a snake. That should’ve been your first clue. Him and his stupid green eyes and soft green hair reek of deception. However, you can’t help but read the messages. Your stupid heart tries to soften towards him and quickly you layer cement over the cracks.

He pretended to understand your struggle and pain just for shits and giggles. He’s probably laughing with his friends and Hitoshi.

“Don’t cry.” Noa’s little hand touches your leg. You gasp and wipe your eyes. You just now notice how your phone screen has little droplets on it. Noa’s round eyes water. “Please, don’t cry.”

He’s very vocal for a two-year-old. It’s something you’re very proud of and happily put in your report. But you didn’t want this. Who would want their child to voice this and feel your heartbreak?

“I’m fine, my little love.” You kiss the top of his head. Noa snuggles up to your legs. “I miss Papa.”

That’s a natural reaction since you haven’t talked to Izuku. Noa is used to him and when Izuku leaves for his job, Izuku makes sure to tell Noa that he’ll be back. He always tells Noa goodbye or something.

“I know-”

“You do, too.” His little voice is muffled. He sniffles and squeezes you. He rubs his face with your leg. Your pride is tough to swallow. You bite your lip as you unlock the window and bring out your phone. This project is trying to humble you when you are an innocent civilian. You shouldn’t be feeling like you’re losing and yet you do. You are losing.

The phone rings once. “Noa wants to see you.”

The knock on the door is steady. You answer it not expecting it to be fucking Deku since he usually jumps in from the window. Lo and behold, here he is, in his hero costume and all. You step aside and let him in. The first thing he does is give Noa a big kiss. “I’ve heard that you’ve had an interesting few days.”

One of the many things you didn’t want to happen is fucking Deku finding out that his son peed on his beloved teacher, Eraserhead to “Grease Lightnin’” being sung in the background. It was funny for a second then you saw his face and his eyes were red, and not from his quirk. Did Eraserhead send Izuku to ‘deal’ with you or did he get in trouble in your place?

Then again, the little shit didn’t say anything about a fucking caregiver so who cares if he got in trouble?

A smirk draws on your lips. “A little. How was-”

“I know with everything going on it’s hard for you. I’m with you with every step, (Y/n).” Izuku puts Noa down and tells him to go play with his new All Might toy Izuku gave to him a week or so ago. “But it isn’t right to have Noa pee on someone.”

“It wasn’t on purpose-” Well, not at first.

“You and everyone else were laughing. (Y/n), that wasn’t right and you know it. Rather than apologizing, you encouraged it.”

“What? How?” If you really did, Noa would have taken a shit on him.

“‘ Noa, if you got any more, now’s the time ?’ That ring a bell?” Izuku walks to you until you are face to face. His frown is unsettling, leaving a chill along your body. “Okay, you’re mad.” So am I.

“I’m ticked, (Y/n). Imagine coming home and the first thing I find out is that my son peed on someone and you laughed about it! My teacher of all people.”

“Ha! I did not laugh. Everyone else did.” His nostrils flare. “(Y/n), this isn’t funny. Do you understand how much trouble you’re in?”

You stick your lip out and pout. “Who are you? My dad? It’s fine. Noa had an accident and this will be a memorable lesson. The asshole is lucky nothing else happened.”

Before Izuku can say anything, Noa tugs on his pant leg. “I have pee!” Izuku guides Noa to the bathroom without a second glance your way. You are your own person who can do as you please, so this guilty feeling has to go. So what if Noa peed on a teacher? How is it your fault that Noa’s aim is wicked?

You bite your lip and look at the ground. You will not apologize to Eraserhead. Not when he is a crooked piece of shit with an awful hero name. You aren’t going to apologize to Midoriya either.

Noa runs out with his pants around his ankles. His arms are wide as he wobbles to you. “I pee!”

“You did?! Oh my goodness!” You litter his face with kisses. “I’m so proud of you!” Of course he’d use the bathroom for Izuku. Let it be you and he decides to pee on a teacher. And that is only because of a damn song! He won’t use the bathroom like a normal person.

Izuku calls for Noa. The boy who has now peed on the toilet wobbles to him, not thinking it’d be best to pull up his pants. Your smile falls when you turn your head and look at your desk. On it is the stack of paper that still needs to be filled and the textbooks that still need to be read. Of course, how can you forget about your stupid budget plan ?

It’s not that you don’t know how or that it isn’t important. The problem is that it’s depressing and stressful. Because you know good and damn well that you are going to have to sacrifice necessities to support a doll.

Izuku comes out of the bathroom with Noa. “I have to go. I’ll be back in a little while, okay?”

“Papa-” Noa reaches for him. Izuku lowers himself and reassures the toddler who is seconds away from tears. “I’ll be back. I just have to settle things first.”

His green eyes look up at you. Ah, Eraserhead needs to be ‘settled’. You shrug at him. “Maybe Shouta should talk to the caregiver for him to understand things like this just happen.” He stands back up and glares at you. The look he has on his face doesn’t compare to his expression when facing a villain, so you’re not in danger.

“When I come back, we’ll talk.”

You roll your eyes. Welp, in the meantime you and Noa can go out and get some sun.

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With a low voice, you talk to yourself. “If I cut that out, I can afford his pull-ups.” The sun becomes blocked as a familiar voice interrupts.

“What’re you doing? Homework?” You look up to see your horrible homeroom teacher. “No.”

“Unfortunate.”

“I’m budgeting. Something heroes don’t know since you collect from the poor man’s taxes.” You hate it. Every single thing to do with their world, you hate. Here you are cutting corners and he stands there, looking down at you. Behind him is Noa who plays in the grass with other dolls and lives his life stress-free. Both Snipe and Noa anger you. If you look at them too long, your heart will pound in your ears and you’d be bound to scream.

Snipe exhales and squats. “This is a part of the project, (Y/n).” Snipe takes a peek at your composition notebook. “And life. I can’t change-”

Snipe stops and grabs the corner of the book. He points to one section and asks, “Why are you doing this?”

You raise a brow at his question. Did he not hear you? Snipe answered loud and clear. This is a part of his stupid project and life. Some things have to get cut out.

“It’s life. This is real life and what happens when heroes are given support while people like me suffer. Y’know, like you guys have jobs and caregivers. ”

Snipe shakes his head and slides his hand under his mask. He rubs his face and sighs. The gesture is a familiar and common occurrence with you. Cutting certain things out to afford Noa was bound to happen. What the hell did he expect? Sen Kaibara is MIA with the assignment, and you can’t depend on Izuku all the time. He might be there for Noa, but paying for everything isn’t his responsibility. You aren’t his responsibility. What the hell was Snipe expecting? He took your job away, so this is the result.

“Alright. I’ll let you in on a loophole,” He stands up. “Volunteer work is not against the rules,” Your scholarship. The very thing you work hard for and that continues to bite you in the ass. “If you happen to get tips, it’s not your fault. You aren’t an employee. It isn’t a requirement to pay you.”

Snipe walks away from you and heads back inside the school. Your heart flutters. Quickly, you open the book again and replan. You try to remember how much you made at Yona’s with your usual tips. That source of money isn’t normal in this country but there are still people that give you cash.

You bite your tongue so you don't loudly squeal. Your legs are laid out in front of you wiggling and bouncing from excitement. As long as it’s under the table and labeled as volunteering, you’re good to go. The profit is just a bit of change, but it will help. If you tell Yona about this, she’s sure to encourage tipping.

You look up just in time to see Noa wandering off a little too far for your liking. “Boy! Get back here!” At two years old, he’s a curious little beast. Luckily, it doesn’t take much to get his attention. He runs back with a happy expression. You stretch your arms out to encourage him to run to you. His little feet carry him fast. Suddenly, Noa stops running. He stiffens and says lowly, “Mo -”

You let out a blood-curdling scream that gathers everyone’s attention. His eyes go blank, and his cute features fade away to look like a doll. A frozen, lifeless, doll.

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You are holding him close to you as you and your friends run through the hallway. Your arms are shaking at the foreign plastic you are touching. This isn’t Noa. Noa is warm, soft, and chunky. His hair doesn’t feel synthetic like this; his hair has curls and is soft. It is supposed to smell of his kiddie shampoo and conditioner. The one with that one snake hair hero on it that was for a good price and doesn’t mess with his skin.

This thing smells of plastic toys and the laundry detergent you use to wash his clothes. Even that doesn’t smell right. None of this is right. This doll isn’t your son, it can’t be. He was fine! He was playing and had gone to the bathroom just a few minutes before he turned into a stiff doll.

You, Ema, and Riko bust through the support course doors. Mei Hatsume comes around the corner with a smile on her face. Why is she smiling?

“Ah, I was gonna call you to bring him in.” She takes him from your arms. He’s totally stiff and looks like a cheap doll you’d get at a store. He resembles nothing of the boy you’re raising. “I need to tune him up. I’ve been going through this all day!”

She takes a screwdriver to his back, making you flinch. Riko looks at you from the corner of her eye and holds your hand. “Since I’m busy, it’ll take me about the rest of the day. I have all of them and then some other projects that need tending to. So have fun!”

She leaves with the doll. You follow her for a few steps, and you see what the future holds. All of the babies are in a frozen state with the same face. They are all in a pile with the parents’ names pinned on their clothes. The air that you greedily were sucking in is gone once again. Snuffed out like it meant nothing to your body.

Riko grabs your arm to guide you out of the large room. You willingly walk out, not bothering to look at your concerned friends. Is Ema scared? Is her heart beating ruthlessly in her chest? What did she see during all of that? You had witnessed months' worth of work demolished. No, what you saw was a grave that all of the kids you watched grow up in front of you turn to lifeless material.

Are her eyes watering too? Or does she think you’re weak and stupid to be clutching your chest, fighting the overwhelming urge to cry? Thankfully, you don’t have to see or listen to the answer since you are already far from them and into the girls’ restroom. You close the door and press your hand against it. A stall door opens and then shuts. The water from a faucet sounds off, distracting you from the thoughts in your head.

“(Y/n)?” Sakura’s high voice catches your attention. “What’s wrong?” You don’t, can’t, answer. She lightly grabs your shoulders. Her eyes rake over your body. She’s the type to pour water on a drowning man, someone labeled as cold-hearted and insensitive. Despite this, she looks concerned for you. You don’t hate each other but you do step on each other's toes on purpose. It’s something that works. Now here she is pulling you into a hug.

“I know, I know. Bakugou just went to Mei, too.” Was she fighting the urge to cry as well? Is someone finally on the same boat as you? “It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay. I need you to breathe.”

What you couldn’t accomplish on your own, she does in mere minutes. Sakura wets your face with a cold and damp paper towel. You want to say something smart to her like normal. This isn’t a normal situation. You just freaked out over a robot.

You take a few deep breaths and ask Sakura, “Do I look okay?”

“No.”

“I must look sexy because you’re my number one hater.”

She scoffs and tosses the used towel at you. There is a hint of a smile on her face. “Jealousy is a terrible disease. Please die from it.”

“( Y/n)!” You walk out and give her a smile to let her know you’re okay and to thank her. Sakura won’t tell anyone about this. If she did, people might assume you’re friends.

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This is so weird. All day you’ve set different things aside out of habit. You’ve done the most with someone’s plate of food, going as far as cutting their meat. You did it out of instinct. When you walk, you go slower than you would before this project since Noa’s little legs can keep up. He isn’t next to you when you walk or stand, nevertheless you still reach to hold a hand, desperately searching until you look down and see nothing.

In the commons, you see how stiff people are. Some of your classmates have blank faces and grab their baby’s silverware to set aside when eating. Others are relaxed and have their feet propped up which was great to see. However, with you included, most are struggling with their assignment’s absence.

At least they didn’t see what you saw in the support course room. Would they have been affected like you after seeing what is to come? Hopefully, that image will prevent shock later on.

Stiffly, you walk a familiar path and see something you’ve longed for. To the left is the vendor you would wave at every day and on the corner is that couple who always bicker at that same spot. Even though they argue about stupid things and annoy everyone, you miss them.

Now that Snipe has given the okay to volunteer, you are heading to the people you've missed the most. You open the restaurant doors and take a deep breath. It’s familiar and so comforting. It smells like Kenji’s cooking and faintly like Yona’s perfume. Both are distinct and homey. This is what you clung to during the wars and what you found solace in.

Before you can take a step further inside to the hostess podium, Yona comes out from around the corner. She’s taken back for a second then settles into a fond smile and a relieved face with misty eyes. You can’t hold it in anymore. You’ll worry about your appearance and pride later. The reaction you had with Noa can be thought about later, too. Right now, you run to her open arms and cry. You run away from Noa’s lifeless eyes, the school, heroes, Izuku, and every burden they placed on you, and into Yona’s warm and loving hold.

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captainshindo · 5 months ago

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weak y/n? Healing quirk y/n? Quirkless y/n?

Naaah

Thinking bout reader with Erza type quirk (aka Requip) or Mirajane type quirk(aka Take Over) :0

She clearly dominates Class 1A and beats everyone in a fight with no “I’m not strong enough” or “got to catch up with everyone else” bullshit, shes THE shit and the realest mf out there <3

She was also close to beating Aizawa during training and that made everyone crazy for her while Bakugou crashing out on the sidelines.

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angelophanie · 2 months ago

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Quirk accident❗️

#my hero academia #bnha fanart #aizawa shouta #present mic #shinsou hitoshi #There was supposed to be a follow up with erasercloud angst #but I never got to draw it…#Basically Aizawa going: if you’re here Yamada Shirakumo mus be around too right?#How is our agency going?

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frickingnerd · 1 year ago

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shinsou dating present mic's daughter

pairing: hitoshi shinsou x fem!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, a bit suggestive, mentions of marriage/proposing, caught making out (by mic), friends to lovers, protective dad!mic, training alongside shinsou

you were introduced to shinsou by present mic and aizawa, who had been training with the boy, after he voiced his desire to join the hero course

aizawa had been training with shinsou until now, but he wanted the kid to have someone from the hero course to train with, so you were introduced to him

shinsou was happy to have a partner his own age and someone who was closer to his own skill level to train with and he really wanted to learn all he could from you, especially about the hero course!

the two of you began to bond over your dreams to become heroes and you often talked about the hero course, fantasizing about how fun it would be like, if shinsou was in your class!

the two of you became friends fast and the romantic feelings followed soon after

aizawa and present mic were both happy that the two of you were such good friends, both unaware of your feelings for each other

eventually, shinsou and you began to go out on secret dates with each other, all under the disguise of being just friends

only when present mic walked in on you and shinsou kissing in your room did your little lie get revealed

shinsou was kicked out of the house immediately after your dad walked in on the two of you and you had to listen to an hour long lecture about staying safe around boys – in more than just one way…

while present mic was a bit upset about finding you make out with a boy in your room, he didn't hold a grudge against shinsou

he still trusted the kid and he believed that he'd make a good boyfriend for you!

though the next time he meets shinsou, he can't help but give him the "treat her right or they'll never find your body, kid!" speech

he's mostly joking though, but shinsou really does take him seriously–

present mic is very supportive of your relationship with shinsou and accepts him into the family right away

he'll even tell shinsou to call him "dad" or "his old man" and while shinsou does turn that offer down, he occasionally finds himself pressured into calling him that…

present mic treats shinsou like he's part of the family and he's the first one to suggest that shinsou asks for your hand in marriage after graduation, telling him to hurry up and put a ring on you, before another boy steals you away from him…

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sannasruins · 5 months ago

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never enough

hitoshi shinso x reader

type: angst

warnings: abandonment/ghosting, disappointment, femmenine compliments but gn!reader

a/n: first post in 10 months, this is loosely based on a romance i had last year, it always sucks to be left behind, doesn't it?

word count: 2k

He left.

You weren’t enough for him, or maybe you were too much. You couldn’t help yourself though, it was adoration at first sight with his stark gaze and shockingly deep violet hair.

Maybe he never even liked you in the first place, because if he did, why would he do this?

It was a cold winter day when he approached you, frost creeped at the corner of windows, and small snowflakes drifted down from the dark grey sky. It was probably the coldest it had been that whole season.

Christmas was coming soon. In your college days that meant going out with friends and drinking parties, but now all your friends were dating or married, spending their day off with their loved one. Leaving you, a newly graduated office worker at a top 10 hero’s company, to come in on your day off so that you didn’t spend your night alone in a cold empty apartment.

That was where you first saw him, Hitoshi Shinso, in person at least. Of course you had heard of him, the brainwashing hero, the hero with a villain’s quirk.

You had seen him on TV, on newspapers, in magazines and on social media. Despite having only graduated 4 years prior and only recently advancing from sidekick to hero, he was rising through the hero ranks while being employed at another, bigger and more popular, hero’s company.

He had also come into the office on Christmas, though it wasn’t as sad when he did it, you thought to yourself, crime doesn’t stop for holidays. Your paperwork could have though.

Hitoshi noticed you when he walked into the small office space you occupied that you were occupying, making eye contact with you, before walking into the breakroom that was connected to the office. You felt heat rise from your shoulders, up your neck and into your cheeks, and you knew that your face must be brightly flushed.

But how could you have helped yourself, when those piercing purple eyes looked right into you, past what felt like every boarder you had up, past every lie you told yourself, and saw you. You felt exposed, and bare, in a way that not even nakedness could compare to.

You rationalized to yourself as you see his figure retreat into the breakroom, the door closing behind him, that it was just all in your mind, he had just glanced at you, that was all. You still couldn’t help but feel your heated face, sighing and putting your face in your hands for a moment before focusing back on your computer and work.

You heard the door to the breakroom open and close again, signaling that he had exited, but you decided to not look up, because your face had just started to cool down from the last time he looked at you with his pretty pretty face and his pretty pretty eyes.

So, you were surprised when something, a chip bag, was plopped down onto your desk Infront of you, with a small jump, you looked up at and saw that Hitoshi Shinsou had just placed a bag of chips from the vending machine in the breakroom on your desk.

“Its cold,” he murmured, and his voice was like velvet and melted chocolate to your ears, sweet and smooth and everything you ever needed. He leaned on the desk opposite you, “the heat isn’t on today, no one was supposed to come in.” he explained further.

You looked at him with a question on your face, it was cold in the office, that’s why you were wearing your coat and scarf still, but it didn’t explain why he had come over and why he had put a bag of chips on your desk.

“Eating helps keep you warm, replenishes your energy.” He answered your unasked question.

You nodded; your ears hot with a blush you thought he could for sure see all over your face.

“Thank you,” you grabbed the bag from in front of you and put it in one of your desk drawers, “I appreciate it Mister Hitoshi.”

He nodded at you, a small smile graced his lips, before he pushed himself off the desk, and left the room, leaving you in a face splitting smile the second you heard the door close behind him.

You squeezed your eyes shut and told yourself to breathe, to calm down, it couldn’t have meant that much, that it didn’t mean that much. And that just because he was so beautiful, heroic and it seemed kind to boot, that you couldn’t get a crush on him, he was just being a nice person, right?

It seemed like Hitoshi Shinsou wanted nothing more than to have you not be rational though.

After that Christmas day where he gifted you a bag of chips in a cold office, he began to be the places you were more often. Smiling at you as you passed each other in the hallway, asking you how your day was going.

It slowly became more, he soon started seeking you out at your desk, talking to you on his breaks when he wasn’t on patrol, it didn’t really matter if you were working, it wasn’t his company but he was still your superior, so he could do as he saw fit. That didn’t stop your coworkers from starting to whisper though.

Hitoshi Shinso would notice things on your desk, knick-nacks or books, and surprisingly to you, he was a fan of some of those things as well, and it felt almost like fate to you. Your similar hobbies, your taste in music, your taste in coffee, it was all so close to his, how could it not be meant to be?

It didn’t take long after his desk visits started for him to get your phone number, and the two of you would call, only on his schedule though, he was the busy hero who had to work odd hours, so it wasn’t surprising and quickly became normal for you to be awoken at 3 am from a call by him, asking to talk. It wasn’t his fault you were tired in the mornings and it started to affect your work, you didn’t mind if it meant you could spend time with him.

You finally one day, after getting home from the office, worked up the courage to ask him if he would like to hang out on his next night off, maybe to go out to the movies, to dinner, anything would be fine with you, as long as he was there. And to your pleasant surprise, he agreed, but then told you he had tonight off, and to give him your address, he would be there in 30 minutes.

You panicked, this amazingly beautiful man who you thought was so out of your league was coming over to your apartment? In 30 minutes? You weren’t ready, you looked frazzled and tried after a long day working, and your apartment was messy. How could you make both yourself and your apartment presentable in that little of time?

You texted him back, “okay, that sounds great! I live at XXX, apartment number XXX :).”

You rushed to pretty yourself up, putting on nicer clothes in comparison to the office clothes that he has only ever seen you in, and quickly tried to tidy your apartment.

You were shoving clothes and boxes into a closet when you heard the doorbell ring, and with one last push you got them in and quickly closed the door behind it before it could all come tumbling back out onto you. With a quick brush of your palms down your clothes to smooth out any wrinkles from your outfit, you went to the door excitedly.

There he was, the tall man with tired eyes, and he was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. His socks didn’t match. It didn’t look like he was planning on going out with you tonight, but that’s okay, it wasn’t a date, you had asked him to hang out, not to go on a date, so its fine.

You invited him in, he complimented you.

“You look pretty tonight.” His voice was like honey and salve, soothing away all your mental pains, “you look really nice outside of those florescent office lights.”

He smiled at you, a dimple in one of his cheeks, and his tired eyes crinkled at the edges. Your heart melted. How could a man this perfect ever exist?

The two of you played board games that night, him beating you badly at all of them, all the while, smiling at you and telling you that you were lucky you were so pretty. You didn’t mind him insulting your intelligence like you would have when most people do it, all it did was make you bush and look down, because you were happy, he called you pretty.

He left that night with a parting hug, you had told him to get home safe and he thanked you for having you, and then pulled you into a hug. You were so startled you almost didn’t hug him back, but you gave him a quick squeeze before seeing him out the door and closing it behind him.

You were obsessed, he was all you could think about, your friends got tired over how often you would text them about him but you didn’t care because you were so happy that his attention was yours, that he had set his sights on you.

He came over to your apartment a few more times, and the two of you even started watching a tv show together, he had recommended it and told you he wanted to watch it with you.

He sat on your couch, and when you sat further away than where he wanted, he pulled you to him, and put his arm around your shoulder.

He smelt like cigarettes and it made your nose scrunch but you tried to not let it bother you too much, he was perfect in literally every way, and he liked you, he liked you enough to call you, to flirt with you, to cuddle with you on your couch and watch a tv show together. You could deal with a little cigarette smell.

And you started to get hopeful, hopeful for something more, that maybe you could join your college friends and by next Christmas, not be spending it alone but be spending it with a rising hero, someone so amazing had made time for you, had noticed you, thought you were pretty, beautiful, desirable.

He kissed you good bye when he left that night, just a quick peck, but it had you on cloud nine for the entire next day.

As quickly as his attention came, it left.

At first you tried to tell yourself that he is a pro hero, that he is busy, that he doesn’t always have time to text you, to call you. But the spaces in between texts grew longer and longer, hours turned to days, and days to weeks.

You were watching him slip between your fingers and no matter what you said, no matter what invitations you made, or witty jokes you told, he simply was non-responsive.

You didn’t see him at work anymore either, besides occasionally seeing a glance of him in the first-floor entrance, he never came to your branch of the building anymore. Those glances hurt so bad, but you couldn’t help but look, he was still so perfect, and you don’t know what you did wrong, no matter how hard you wracked your brain for an answer.

Your friends told you he used you, or at least tried to. And the whispers at work didn’t stop for quite a while, poor you, not too long ago you were going around telling everyone about how much you like him and how sweet he is. How could you never notice that he didn’t talk about you the same way.

You weren’t enough, and you were too much.

He didn’t like you.

And he left.

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