#hitoshi angst

[shiggybrainr0t]

shinsou who knows he’s not a good boyfriend. he loves you more than anything, anyone- and he thinks he always will. but he’s a bad boyfriend. he’s a pro hero, and you never fault him for that. but that means he constantly misses dates and anniversaries. whenever he comes home to your excited face he can’t help it whenever he’s out as soon as he hits the pillow. he’s not the best at communicating, and seeing you try to keep your composure whenever he does something that makes you angry makes his love for you grow. because even though he’s a horrible boyfriend- you’re the best partner he could ever imagine. when he misses the dinner he promised he’d be home for since you had a new recipe you wanted to try, he found a cat shaped sticky note taped to the table reading “I know you’re probably starving, so I left you a plate in the microwave! <3” whenever he pushes you off of him because he’s too tired too overstimulated too much, you hide the hurt and tell him you understand with a sympathetic smile. when he comes back from a rough day, you’ve seen it all on the news, you welcome him with his comfiest pajamas in your hands and gentle touches. but he sees it wearing you down. he sees the permanent furrow in your brow that was never there before. he sees that you’ve stopped waiting up for him (and even though he told you to it still hurts). he sees that this relationship can’t be saved, no matter how many heart shaped bandages you carefully place on the cracks. but he can’t bring himself to break up with you-even knowing you’ll be happier in the long run.

“babe?”

“yeah toshi-“ you freeze, mind clouded in a thick fog.

“break up with me.”

the hurt that is painted across your face once he releases you from his quirk is something he’ll never forget.

[short-black-diamond]

The other woman. (part 3)

Previously: {part one}, {part two} 

Next: part four - Izuku’s end

So, this is the third part and uhm, it’s basically how the reader gives birth to her child (only vaguely) with shinsou slowly falling for the reader, before singing at that concert where Izuku sees her for the last time, then a time lap, and Izuku meets his teenage kid in the future, but only after you reluctangly and hestitantly agreed to let your child meet their father. 

Your name is Yena. I make the rules in this story.

Warnings: Angst, You hate Izuku, Izuku is depressed, he meets his child after sixteen years, and uhm, yeah- 

And my biggest warning:

LONG. ASS. CHAPTER.

Read.

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{...Last time : }

“You-you’re pregnant?!”, he yelled, eyeing you with owlish eyes. You winced from his loud voice and shushed him.

“I fucked him a few months ago and now I’ve got the baby. Now drive me away from this shitty place. Please.“

After some while, you felt Shinsou trying to say something  and you sighed before urging him to tell you what’s been on his mind as he drove you into your new house-but...could you even call it a house?

It was...so much more than that. (I’ll explain it later.)

“Well, i think that after you two had sex did he stop meeting that other woman. what was her name again? Uraa- Uraka-“

“Uraraka Ochaco. And you’re the person who’s fitting perfectly in my case. Please, Shinsou, for the love of god. Register yourself and tell your underground-hero friends to do the same or my job will only consist of tracking down my own collegues. You guys are taking that whole “underground-hero” thing way too seriously.“

“A-ah..shit, sorry.“

...

Another day. 

Another day, without you. Without finding you. looking for you. investigaing where you might’ve headed of to. But...

Nothing. 

There wasn’t a single trace of you, wherever Izuku looked. He grabbed countless women by the shoulders because they had your silhouette or hair or a similar voice to you. But he was met with angry snarls and a loud: “Piss off, cheater!”

And, well, Deku hadn’t cleaned up in weeks, not even showered and he was sure to get an infection on the uncleaned parts of his body. But not that he cared anyway. 

The house was a mess and so was he; stinking, messy, and a big chaos inside. 

Still, he kept searching for you, posting flyers, screaming your name everyday until he was hoarse, and even giving up on hero work. 

That one thing that was one his dream - which he had already reached - now lightyears away and out of his mind, where his brain had only one function. 

Finding you. and apologizing. 

He should’ve known not to mess with you, actually. He’d known you pretty long, and he knew that you’d do this. 

You even warned him.

...

“Say, Izuku, would you like to know what I’d do if you cheated on me?“, you asked the freckled man next to you, arms length from each other on a relaxing weekend day. 

The man whom you were freshly married to quirked a brow at you, an offended expression on his forehead. He lifted a finger. “First off; I’ll never cheat on you. Second, tell me, so I’ll prove to you that it’ll never happen, sweetheart.“

You only smiled bittersweetly at him before you took a deep breath. “Well, first, I’d make you make me pregnant. Then, I’d act like you failed to give me a baby and avoid your touch. 

But then, after some time, I’ll make you reeeeeaaaaallll drunk, with some self-made dinner. Then, I’d hold some divorce paper right in front of your face. Of course, your mind would be too far gone to even comprehend what the hell would be in front of you, so you’d sign it without thinking. 

And then...I’d dissappear with nothing but returning some rings, and a goodbye-letter.”

Izuku stared at you for a moment before chuckling. “Is that...i-is that really how you think of me?”, he asked, choking the paper cup in his hand, too lazy to drink from a glass. He’d have only cut his hand.

You only shrugged your shoulders. “I’m just telling you. Everyone can cheat. But, the ones who choose not to and tell you what is bugging them about you or if they find somebidy they think is more fitting to them...I think that that’s better than cheating.”

“You’re right. And again, I promise that I’ll never cheat. Okay?“, he understood your actual threat as a joke and went on about his rants to a new pro hero. 

“Yeah yeah.“ 

We’ll see about that.

...

Now, he understood. ‘make me pregnant.’, so, you wanted him to give you a baby. And he did, right? 

‘you failed to give me a baby and avoid your touch.’, you did that too. 

Then, you invited him, asking him to try it again. But he never came to do that because  ‘ I’ll make you reeeeeaaaaallll drunk,’, And he couldn’t read the letter because it was a divorce paper. He choked back a sob. 

His phone rang and he still had the pathetic hope of you calling him. Still, to his dismay, it was just Bakugo. “Oi, the fuck are you going?! Go home!”

“My home is...gone, Kacchan...“, Izuku croaked out before wailing on the ground. It was getting dark and he was only a few feet from his house away.

Katsuki, on the other end, pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance before running from his spot behind a lamp post to bring the cheater into his house. It was Katsuki’s turn to look after Izuku this time.

...

Another day. 

Another slay. 

That was your motto. 

Now, as Japan’s number one model and singer, even though you have just given birth to your beautiful son Isamu, a few months after you’ve divorced with Izuku. 

Even though you had stretchmarks, you were considered beautiful. You became a role model and gave every pregnant woman, a woman about to give birth, or mothers and women, no matter if young or old, the motivation, to do their absolute best and not to be dependent towards their husband, to which they had to pray on not getting divorced either. 

Your parting with Izuku and divorcing him has made such a big movement that there has even been a holiday named after you. It was the birthday of your son. and whenever the day would arrive, you’d celebrate his birthday, and the world would celebrate your healing and strong soul and also listening to your music.

You have made so much money that you bought many enormous abandoned buildings, ruined them, and built shelters, schools, homes, orphanages, libraries and whatnot out of those buildings, with giving all the people who were earning not enough money the chance to bring healthy food to their families. 

The same was with villains. You had found every single one of them with Shinsou and gave them the opportunity to make a better version of themselves. And though hesitantly, they agreed. Now, they were happy workers at various of your companies and were happier and had much less worries than before.

Even the tough or dangerous villains avoided you. Because they respected you. A woman, dependent of her husband, the number on hero, to say the least, still studying, finding out he cheated on her, breaking down, getting pregnant, divorcing him, releasing personal information, vulnerablitiy, and then becoming a role model for other women and small girls?

To think of divorcing the number one hero? Starting again from the bottom, creating art from scratch? Becoming an independent woman?

the villains, bad guys and vigilantes were looking up to you. Because of you, there had been a year nearly completely without murder, stealing, quirk usage in form of attacking the weaker person. Because of you, Japan could breathe again. Because of you, villains and heroes had stopped fighting each other for a long period of time. 

All because of you. You, who got cheated on. You, whom Izuku promised that he’d never cheat on you. But he did. 

You, who was so, so heartbroken when you found out, but you didn’t let it show on your face. you never showed any kind of fear or weakness in your entire presence, whenever you stepped into the public eye. 

Instead, you became the woman that everybody adored and felt like protecting. Because you were pregnant when you flew out of college, you were pregnant when your parents yelled at you for divorcing the number one hero, that it was a stupid decision to not stay with a rich man, even if he cheated on you a number of times. 

You were pregnant when you visited Inko Midoriya, to say goodbye to her after you told her everything. You, who had to stay strong yourself and not break down in front of the mother of your cheating husband. You, who was pregnant when she sobbed and apologized and begged for forgiveness over and over again. you, who was pregnant when she asked you if she’d ever see you again, or ever get to see the baby. 

You, who was pregnant when you answered that, “Yes, you can come visit me. But don’t tell Izuku that I was here. And don’t show him this adress.”, giving her your living location. 

And you, who was no more pregnant when stepping out of the labour with shaking legs, before Shinsou carried you to his car, securing your son onto the baby seat and driving off to your house. 

It was a mansion, as big as a village, with many servants and housekeepers. Many people lived with you, but it was alright. Your son would get a good childhood here, that much you were sure off. 

And speaking of Shinsou. you and him got very close, but none of you felt like falling in love any time soon. you also only thought of him as a brother or a good friend, Shinsou did so too. 

Or so you thought. you always missed the way he looked at you fondly, looking after Isamu when you were passed out on the couch and smiled. 

If only he was your husband. 

...

Now, everybody was waiting for you to make an appearance on stage, your one-year-old son at home with Shoji (another close friend of yours). 

You were not nervous. you knew who this song was to. you knew Izuku would be somewhere in the crowd, watching you with tears in his eyes. But he wouldn’t be able to get past the thousands of fans of yours to get to you and apologize. 

You breathed in and out. the curtains in front of you opened and loud cheering roared to you, as you watched all the people who came to see you. 

To hear you. 

You sowly lifted your hand and formed it into a fist. by the time your fist was closed, everything got quiet. 

“Hello, my dears-except for one.”, you greeted. You heard laughter and boo’s, along with clapping with cheering. You took a deep breath. 

“I guess you already know me from the countless interviews...and my songs...and my photos.“ 

The fans clapped again.

“But, I wanted to get this one thing out of my chest. This one person, whom I couldn’t have done this all. Give it up, to your former number one hero; DEKU!!“, you screamed, and the whole stadium went nuts, except one person. Deku.

He only watched you. After so many weeks, you were happy. You glowed like a diamond under the stage light as the spotlight was focused solely on you and how good you looked in that dress. 

He was such a shithead for cheating on you. Loosing you. And his child. 

But, he was happy. Happy that he could at least find out that you called your son Isamu, and that Isamu was born a healthy child. Happy to see you again. Happy to see you smile, even if he’d never get to see it again. Even if the possibilities of seeing you could be erased completely out of his head. But still, he was still glad he came. He washed himself, shaved, and looked like a decent man for once. 

Now, in a suit that covered his fat belly, which he was ashamed of having from not working out for a long period of time, but he couldn’t hide his chubby cheeks. Not that he cared enough. I mean, he did care, but he didn’t when you wouldn’t see him. 

“Now, this is a completely different song, but I guess you already know the title. Some of my...special fans, have already found out about it. Aaaannnnd they also posted it, so I couldn’t make it a surprise. But...Um...I think the title is-“

“FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE, YOU MOTHERFUCKIN’ CHEATER!!!!“, the crowd roared, and you laughed. 

If Izuku was feeling nauseous from getting glares from getting inside the concert, he was surely terrified now. There were thousands of women around him, who were all screaming the same thing. and he was the target audience.

He wanted to dissappear. These people could come at him all they wanted, but he’d do anything to get to at least see you again. and he did. When Izuku saw a letter, with your name on it in one of his many emails one day, he opened it all too eagerly. But then it dawned to him that it was just another one of your steps. Although you didn’t tell him, he began to understand you now-

he...only began to understand you...now?

He was together with you for the longest time! How could he not know you?!

“That’s right my dear people. Now-“

The band started playing, and you started with your song. 

“Oh, hi, handsome~

Aren’t you a little too hard to get some?“

Even though you were singing in a jazz voice, smooth and calm, you were making fun of Deku, but he deserved it, after all. The people laughed.

“Oh hi, sweetheart, 

why did~ you-break-my-heart~?“

The crowd ‘aww’ed.

“Oh~ my dear...

I fear~ that here~ and now~, 

Our fates are going down....“

you voice went down by the last word and the audience was silent, and it kept on for the rest of the less-than-five-minutes song.

“...You shouuuuulllld, 

Yeah, you should~

Fuck out of my, life~ 

you motherfuckin’ cheater~!

Get back with her, 

cause you always meet her!“

As the song ended, you looked Izuku dead in the eyes. 

“Fuck out of my life, you motherfuckin’ cheater.”, you said monotonely and the crowd screamed. 

Izuku didn’t see you in person since then. His life...fell apart. Uraraka knocked on his door many times, but then she gave up and went away with some Shindo guy. 

And as the years went by, you got prizes for making such a big movement with your divorce that you got promoted as the woman of the year.

He always followed your streams, live’s, posts, blogs and whatever stuff you did. He looked at you through a screen with tired eyes, but still, a smile on his face. A smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Until the utility got cut through and he couldn’t afford the prices. Somehow. (-> All Might+Pro hero merch, But most of it your merch)

...

You couldn’t believe that sixteen years have passed ever since. Now, you were in your mid-thirties, and chatting away with your son, who had your eyes and his father’s unruly, curly dark green hair and freckles. He also had your skin colour and the nose was also more like yours. 

He didn’t attend the hero course. There were still villains out there and crimes and other bad stuff, but since that incident before Isamu’s birth, you were glad that your son didn’t make the same decision like his father. 

But, all good things had to come to an end, didn’t they?

“I want to meet my father, Ma.“, Isamu pouted, his eyes, the same as yours, but much lighter, looking for attention on that sensitive topic. 

You took a deep breath. “Listen, Isa, I just-”

“Ma, I will take out my USB-stick for drastic measures like these and give you a five-hour long powerpoint presentation on why you should let me meet dad.“ 

You were a little scared on how much Isamu resembled Izuku in terms of character and personality, but oh well, like father, like son, right? 

“Don’t call him that. No ‘father’, no ‘dad’, no...male parental noun in this household. Got it?“

“Yes, but-“

“I know that I promised you over and over again and there was always something coming in between those plans sweetie, Mommy knows that,“, you gently took his hands into yours. 

“BUT, I cannot promise to be at my best behaviour when we get there.“

Isamu looked at you with a confused expression. You sighed. “Isamu...there’s a lot of reasons why I’m never talking about...him. In front of you or in your hearing area. I’ll explain everything as we get to his house. Okay?”, you asked, putting a multitude of cleaning supplies, paint, cleaning brushes, gloves, dishes and other stuff with you that could fit into your new bought car, to which your son was even more confused. 

Then he began to panic. “W-w-wait, should I, like, change clothes? Take something with me? Or...?”

“No. Just...take your phone and keys. I might...stay over at his place.“, you only answered, a dark look on your face. He didn’t want to ask anymore questions when you to climbed into the car and drove off. 

...

Shinsou knew about you going over to...Midoriya’s place, and he didn’t like the feeling in his gut at all. 

Were you going to forgive Izuku for what he did? No, Shinsou knew you. 

You were doing it all for the sake of Isamu, your son. But still, Shinsou had a very bad feeling about this.

...

“This...is where you lived? With him?”, Isamu asked in deibelief upon seeing that rotten house in front of him. 

Meanwhile, you were beaming with happiness. “Time to say hello, don’t you think?” You scrutinised the...place, in front of you. Bushes, plants and animals have made themselves a home in Izuku’s front yard. 

The terrace was covered in spiders’ webs and many washbears lived in the corners which were hidden behind big trashbags, in which the washbears have cut holes to find food. And they found plenty. 

The windows were dusty and dirty and the curtains were drawn. No need to peek in. Isamu took a few items from the stuff you packed and you put them into a backpack. Then, you brought another backpack from the backseat and put the rest of your supplies into your other bag. 

You sighed before looking over to your son, who looked still unsure about all of this. You couldn’t stand seeing your only reason to be alive and happy like this, and you gave him a small hug. “We can go home if you want to.”, you murmured, combing through the younger boy’s hair. 

He hugged you back, but, “I’d like to meet the jerk who broke my mother by cheating on her when he promised that she’d be the only woman he’d have eyes for. I’m sorry for grandma Inko though.” 

You were sorry too. But only a little bit. “Well, let’s go then. I bet he’s still in there.”

With a few knocks came no response. Even when you did it a good number of times and even used the nerdy all might bell that screamed “I AM HERE!”, no answer. 

Only a weak and pathetic “...Leave me alone...” coming from inside.

You groaned. “YO DEKU, MOVE YOUR CHEATING ASS OVER HERE! I’M HERE WITH MY SON, NOW OPEN THE FUCK UP!!!”, you yelled angrily, making your son flinch. 

He had only ever heard you this loud when he got bullied and the bully’s parents didnt want to apologize. You made them beg and cry on their knees for forgiveness in five minutes. 

Suddenly, it seemed like there were plenty of people inside that small maison, because in the next seconds, you heard crashing, groaning, hissing, something breaking again, and panting. 

And to your horror- but absolute ego boost- a panting, overweight, fat, months long beard having, not once having showered in a long time Izuku. 

He was still wearing his All Might merch. After all these years. His hair was a mess, he reeked of alocohol and fast food, and dirt and grime. He had morningbreath and his eyes looked like they could use a good hundred years of sleep. 

Isamu felt like crying, that much was he disgusted by his own father. “This is the guy...who you...and he is...my...What?!”, Isamu asked shocked, eyeing his ugly dad. 

“...Y-Yena?...Is...is that really you?“, he asked slowly, not believing his eyes. Then he fell unconsious. You only sighed again. “Isamu, please be so kind and call the ambulance.“

...

“It must have been a grat shock for him to meet his...um...ex, after so many years again. But it could also be from the alcohol or lack of sleep, or the unbalanced amount and type of food he consumed.”, a nurse said, blushing in your presence, and looking to the side. 

Another nurse comlimented you over and over again. But you liked it. You still asked yourself if they’d talk to you like that if you weren’t famous though. Probably not. 

Isamu held your arm, being surrounded by a bunch of people was never good for him. The nurses cooed over him a few minutes ago but with your intimidating glare they quickly stopped and acted on their job. 

“When will he be ready to leave?“, you asked, eyeing the man sleeping on the bed. It didn’t make you feel any better when that familiar scenery reminded you of the countless times he’d had to be brought to the hospital. 

“He will wake up in a few minutes. Just give him some time. And um...“, the first nurse started...looking up shyly at you. “c-could you, uh, sign...your autograph?“, they said, giving you a picture of you posing with your Isamu in your belly, smiling at the camerawoman. “Sure.“, you smiled, taking a marker and writing your name on the glass covering the photo cautiously. 

Then, Izuku stirred awake, confused by the change of location. 

Taglist: @smikys-stuff, @ayanies​

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GUYS, I promise that I WON’T STOP MID STORY again.  

I promise, okay? 

:) 

What should I write next? I mean, I already know what I’ll be doing, but I want to read what you guys would like to say about it! 

Until the next chapter!

[captainshindo]

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.

[frickingnerd]

shinsou finding his s/o's suicide note

pairing: hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader

summary: shinsou stumbles across your suicide note...

tags: suicidal & depressed reader, angst to wholesome fluff, hurt/comfort, sensitive!shinsou, tiny bit of argument & resolution

“what is this…?”

you almost had a heart attack when you entered your dorm room, only to find your boyfriend holding up a letter you wish he had never seen.

“were you going through my stuff–!?”

you couldn't help but get defensive. you were panicking and you ended up lashing out on shinsou, while he remained calm.

“i thought it was part of the papers for your homework. i'll apologize all you want, but i need to know… you didn't plan to kill yourself… did you?”

there was a long silence. slowly, you stepped forward, taking the letter out of shinsou's hands. he didn't try to stop you. he just watched, as you tried to find the right words to deal with this situation.

“i… i haven't been feeling well recently” you quietly admit. “it's never been this bad. i can't even get out of bed in the morning and i just thought that maybe–”

suddenly, you felt shinsou's arms wrap around you. he pulled you into a tight hug, clearly not willing to let go of you anytime soon.

“i'm sorry… you should've been able to tell me, but i wasn't there for you. i promise, that i'll always be there to help you. but please, don't make this mistake…”

you couldn't help but tear up at shinsou's words. whether it was guilt, sadness, frustration or embarrassment – one of those emotions led you to tearing up in your boyfriend's arms.

“i… i'm sorry…” you quietly sob.

“i'm not mad at you…” shinsou assured you. “just please, talk to me before you do anything stupid. if it's too much for you to deal with, i'll help you carry your burden! i love you so much, alright? don't ever forget that!”

[slayfics]

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

1.2k words

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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.

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"ᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴘᴏᴛ."

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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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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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.

Dabi | Hawks | Todoroki Shoto | Bakugo Katsuki | Midoriya Izuku | Shigaraki Tomura | Aizawa Shota | Amajiki Tamaki | Kirishima Eijiro | Shinso Hitoshi

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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'In another life, We could have been more.'

More details below// Uncensored Image Below!!// MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH!!! In the slowburn I'm writing, Monoma and Shinso live through a long and yearnful friendship. Both convinced the other would deny their feelings to focus on their pro-hero journey. Monoma wants nothing more than for Shinso to take Aizawas places as a night-time/quiet hero, to take care of his parents and Eri. He can't fathom Shinso wanting to be in the light with him, to do pro-hero modeling, interviews or such next to him. He knows Shinso- he knows how he prefers to be in the dark through his work, knows his association with Deku and his parents Pro-Hero history. He values himself and Shinso so so much- he doesn't want to force him into a spot light that he couldn't cope with. Imagine what the press would say? if the silent hero was caught around the loud, arrogant and hated 'Phantom Thief'. It's unfair to tangle Shinso's chaotic life in his status, for the chance that his confession instead causes disrepair in their long friendship. Shinso wants so badly to stand with Monoma, to be in his shadow- watching his six. To stalk alleys with him while looking for those to help or capture- But he's not stupid. Monoma is bright-brighter than the sun, louder than anyones he's met and his energy fills any room he walks into. He couldn't forgive himself if his adoration- if his love for Monoma pressured him to follow Shinso to the shadows, to dim his light. He knows that the dark hero 'mind-jack' is already fighting the press about his villianous quirk and appearance, he almost leans into it- but To push Monoma into that drama? someone whos sobbed into Shinsos arms about his own parents calling him 'evil' for his 'Villainous' quirk? its unfair, a chance that Shinso can't take. He hates seeing Monoma is pain as it is. There is silent acknowledgement of their friendship turning into something more domestic and intimate- drunken kisses, holding hands for comfort, practically living with eachother, calling and texting constantly. But- never as Pros, never as 'The Phantom Thief' and 'Mind-Jack'. The press, the danger and the chaos of their undisclosed relationship couldn't be risked. Risk. Shinso wish he took it- they're both Pros anyway, and Aizawa filled his head with the understanding that being a pro is dangerous- His own missing limbs or senses to prove it- and that he needs to live life smart and proud. But he's a coward at heart, never pushing the limits of their relationship, never trying to learn if these feelings were actually requited or not. It doesn't matter now. A villain who was just lucky enough, hitting the right place, movements too quick and now- nothing. Now he has nothing, no love, no friend, no light.

YAH :D I've been drawing too much fluff of these two. so. Yah :D

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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.” 

[pearl-blue-musings]

Am I okay?

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x fem!afab!reader

Word Count: ~1.7K

Author’s note: this is heavily and I mean HEAVILY selfship coded as it’s yet again another personal fic. If you’re not new to my page, I’ve been very open about my physical trauma and this fic is no exception. There’s some smut at the beginning and some angst but with comfort. It’s what I would love to have happen someday if the situation were to arise. The words in red are what my assualter actually said to me and it’s still hard for me to hear to this day. I hope if there’s anyone who happens to have been in a similar situation like me that this finds them some sort of solace and comfort (aged up of course)

“Fuck kitten, you feel so good.”

Hitoshi’s voice is hot and heavy in your ear as he thrusts into you. The sound of his grunts mix with your sweet moans and whimpers, his lips latching onto your neck to stifle his own noises. His hips buck up into you fiercely, his grip on the headboard and pillow underneath you giving him leverage. Your ankles are locked on the back of his waist as your nails dig into his muscled skin. He feels so good above you and inside you, your cunt twitching and tightening around him.

You can already feel that coil inside you wanting to be released as it tightens and tightens. Your voice gets higher and higher the more he kisses and fucks your pussy. The muscles in your legs start to ache from wrapping around him and trying to hold back your own pleasure. Your toes curl as his cock hits that spot that has you seeing stars. “Oh fuck, baby,” you whimper out, back arching off the bed. You hear him snicker as he keeps his pace. For a moment, Hitoshi adjusts your position, placing your ankles on his shoulders and his hands on your hips. He’s hitting you so deep and it feels so so good. It’s addicting and you want more, you want to become undone for him. You love Hitoshi so much and he you, sharing this moment of passion that has been long awaited between the two of you. A warm and rough hand cups your face, capturing your attention so you’re under his lust filled gaze. You kiss his palm and to him you’ve never looked prettier. Under the moonlight, covered in sweat, eyes glazed over in pleasure, Hitoshi knows he’s a special man in order to see you in this way. His other hand moves to your clit and starts to rub at the swollen nub. A pleasure filled shriek leaves your lips and you drop your head back.

“Mmm fuck, I’m so close kitten. Are you close? I know you are, baby girl.”

His voice is like lavender infused honey, it’s smooth, sweet, and downright sexy. You nod vigorously and breathe out. “I wanna, fuck, I wanna cum.”

He leans closer, your tits and tummy bouncing in front of him. Your thighs are now pressed against your chest, keeping you in place. He can feel you leaking already all over his cock. The idea of you being pregnant makes his dick twitch even more. He huskily breathes, “yes, darling. Do it, cum for me.

“Let go for me, it’s okay.”

Let go for me, it’s okay.

“Pineapple! P-pineapple, pineapple!”

Your moans of pleasure quickly shift to cries and tears of sadness. Hitoshi perks up his eyebrows and whispers, “shit, shit okay.” His grip loosens on your body as he slowly pulls out of you. Although he was very close, he gently places your legs down and gets up and heads toward the bathroom. You hear him finish with a muffled groan, run the sink to wash his hands and a bath for you. He grabs a towel for you and comes back. You’re now, despite not being cleaned yet, wrapped up in the covers panting and attempting to stop yourself from crying. The bed dips under his weight but he doesn’t touch you just yet. You finally let go of the sheets and reach out your hand to him. A sigh of relief escapes his lips and he quickly pulls you into a hug. You cry harder into his embrace as you grip him securely. He begins to wipe the sweat and fluids off your legs and back, looking into your eyes for permission to wipe in between your legs.

You slowly open your legs for him, holding onto his arm as his free one cleans you. Your abs contract and ache from going from almost climaxing to crying. Hitoshi coos at you to breathe slowly and try to calm down your body. With a tremble in your lips you nod and blink away some tears.

With a low and soft voice he asks, “baby, what happened? I’m happy you used the safe word but what led there? Did I do something you didn’t like?” He places the towel to the side and brings you into his arms again, rocking you back and forth slowly. He kisses your cheek over and over as he waits for you to respond.

Sniffling, you shake your head. “No,” you say wobbly, “you were doing everything right.” You take a second to breathe and lay your head against his chest. “I, I’m sorry you didn’t get to finish how, how you wanted. I didn’t mean-”

“No,” Hitoshi shushes you with soft shushing sounds. His lithe fingers wipe away your fresh tears. “As much as I wanted to finish inside you, this isn’t about me right now. You used the safe word and when I heard that I stopped. It doesn’t matter what was gonna happen after that.” His voice is reassuring and comforting as you feel your heart rate finally slow. “Breathe with me, kitten. In, two, three, four, five. And out, two, three, four, five.” You follow and copy his movements, never once breaking eye contact. Once you both have similar heartbeats, you lower your head and move to the other side of the bed. With what you’re about to say, you’re unsure if you can face him right now.

Hitoshi reaches out and grazes the skin of your back. “Kitten…”

“I need,” you breathe out. “I need to tell you what happened. You remember how I told you how I was… back in undergrad.” Hitoshi finds himself nodding, moving a little bit closer to you so you can hear his quiet yes. “I was,” you sniffle, “I was so out of it. He, he drugged me and we were at my place…he drove my car. And when you told me to “let go, it’s okay” it reminded me of when he said it to me and I thought,” your voice breaks as you huff. “I thought I was okay but I can still hear him in my head. He’s still there, touching me, violating me, and and…” Your voice trails off with a stutter as you break down and cry once more. Behind you, Hitoshi tries to contain the rage he feels inside for you while also feeling guilt for saying something so triggering. He pulls you into his chest, rubbing at your arms for reassurance and comfort.

Hitoshi lets you cry, kissing your cheek softly. You buckle completely under his embrace, legs falling limp as you lay your weight against him. He gets up from the bed, momentarily leaving your side as he then picks you up, one arm under your legs and the other around your back. He walks you out of the bedroom and toward the living room, where he sets the two of you on the oversized beanbag chair. The two of you fall easily onto the furniture and lay your head on his shoulder. In your head, you’re secretly happy you bugged your love to buy this very very large beanbag chair. You didn’t think it would be used like this but you’re not upset about it.

Using their bluetooth speaker, Hitoshi quietly asks the technology to play some soothing instrumental music to help soothe and not disturb their neighbors. He finally feels you calm down completely and he begins to hum lightly. His voice lulls you to sleep and eventually sleep finds him too.

The next morning, you’re alone on the beanbag chair and the smell of your favorite breakfast wafts in the air. You yawn and stretch widely, realizing a new bundle of warmth had joined you. On your lap is your two year old cat, waking you up more by purring and making biscuits on your covered legs. Amidst the sizzling sounds of his cooking, he hears your shuffling and brings you a mug of warm tea and a kiss on top of your head. “Good morning,” he rasps. “I see our bundle of joy has decided to wake you up.” You nod tiredly with a stretch as you grab the mug on the end table. You take a sip and immediately feel your muscles relax. The honey is stirred in to perfection and the taste is exactly what you need. You get up slowly and head toward the kitchen. You go toward the cabinet holding your medicine, place the mug down in order to get your pills. Once you’ve taken them, you drink more of your tea and just watch your boyfriend cook the two of you breakfast. He’s confidently shirtless with his pajama bottoms hanging low on his waist. You smile gently, setting the tea at your spot on the dinner table and wrap your arms around him. He jumps slightly, then rests his hand on top of your interlocked ones. “It’s almost ready. Did you miss me already?”

You nod into his back before giving the bare skin a peck. After a few minutes, the sound of the sizzling dies down and he lowers the setting on the stove. He turns around to wrap his arms around your mid back, running his fingers up and down your back. He sighs loudly, a sign you know that he wants to say something. You rest your chin on his chest and give him a nod of encouragement. His eyes shine with love as he pulls you closer into him. Hitoshi coughs. “As you slept, I found myself unable to. I stayed with you as long as I could, making sure you were asleep soundly.” He pauses for a moment to kiss the top of your head, his voice getting caught in his throat. “I looked up support groups for victims of ra- umm, sexual assault. Kitten, listen I think you should join one. They’ll help you better than I can and,” his voice trails off as a couple tears fall down his lashes. Your hands squeeze him tightly as you feel his stomach and chest heave from his withheld cries. In this moment, he wants to protect you, be there for you in every way possible. You don’t need him to finish his sentence, knowing that he spent time wanting to help you is all you need.

[sannasruins]

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.

[bloody-bee-tea]

Beetober 2024 Day 9 - Baby

This fic was entirely powered by Halo from Rea Garvey

Katsuki knows that something is wrong the moment Shinsou steps into his apartment and it has nothing to do with the brown folder he slams onto the table.

Katsuki eyes it warily and he wonders what's going on because even though he's one of the top three he still doesn't have enough clearance to know exactly what's going on with Shinsou's missions. And Shinsou takes his job too damn seriously to be doing this lightly.

But it's really not the file that tips Katsuki off, it's the look on his face.

"What crawled up your fucking ass and died there?" he demands to know as Shinsou flops down next to Katsuki on the couch.

“Undercover mission,” Shinsou says with a little nod towards the file. “Estimated to take around six months.”

Shit, that means they want him to go in deep and embarrassingly enough Katsuki’s first thought is that he’s going to miss him. Which is just stupid and not worth further exploring so instead he leans forward, reaching for the file, one eye still on Shinsou to see if he’s going to object.

Shinsou only watches him, those unnerving eyes on Katsuki as he flips through the debrief and yeah. This fucking blows. Shinsou really has to deal with the absolute scum of the earth in his line of work.

“When do you start?”

“Why do you think I’m going to take it?” Shinsou drawls out and ah.

So there is a problem. One that is holding Shinsou back.

“Are you stupid? Of course you’re going to take it,” Katsuki gives back, because there is no way Shinsou is going to reject this. They specifically asked for him because he’s the only one who can do it, because he’s just that good at what he does.

He’s the best, really.

Katsuki would hate this admission a lot more of he were in direct competition with him, but lime-light heroes and underground ones are so fucking far apart, they might even be playing entirely different games.

“I just—” Shinsou clenches his teeth and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and burying his head in his hands.

“You just what?” Katsuki snaps out because he hates when Shinsou does that, when he starts to say something and then censors himself for no fucking reason at all and Katsuki is just about at the end of his patience and ready to kick him right in the thigh when Shinsou looks at him.

Katsuki was not prepared for the fear on his face.

“What if I go too deep?” he whispers out, wringing his hands. “What if I—end up liking it?”

“Are you fucking stupid,” Katsuki gets out because he can’t believe this bullshit and he kicks Shinsou in the thigh for good measure, too. He wasn't quite prepared for the way Shinsou’s long fingers wrap around his ankle, but then again, he's also not struggling to take his leg back, so there’s that.

If Shinsou wants to hold on to something Katsuki is certainly not going to complain if it's him.

“Are you seriously telling me that you’re considering refusing a job practically tailored to you because you think you might cross a line and turn into a villain?”

Shinsou blinks at him.

“Maybe?” he then offers, almost carefully and now this, this is all wrong because Shinsou Hitoshi is a lot of things but he’s never ever careful, not around Katsuki.

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Katsuki almost cheerfully says and he lets his hands spark for good measure too as he gives Shinsou his most unhinged smile.

True to form, Shinsou doesn’t even seem bothered by it and now that’s more like it.

“Bakugo, I’m being serious right now,” Shinsou sighs out and Katsuki can tell that he is, can see it in the tightness around his eyes and the hunched up back and the slight shaking in his hands.

It only adds to the ridiculousness of the situation.

“You’re being a stupid piece of shit, is what you are,” Katsuki shoots back and leans forward, right into Shinsou’s space, so there can be no doubt that he listens to what Katsuki has to say back.

“You did not transfer into the Hero Course to now turn into a villain. You did not survive Aizawa-sensei’s bullshit training to now turn into a villain. You did not rise fast in the underground community to now turn into a villain. What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you even know yourself?”

Katsuki’s words do not have the intended effect, he can tell, because he can still clearly see the doubt in Shinsou’s eyes.

“But what if—what if I find out I like it?”

“Shinsou, Denki asked you once if you could make him cheat successfully during a test and you were so enraged by the mere suggestion that you nearly killed him during the next training session. You are not going to like any of it,” Katsuki nods towards the file. “It’s going to be brutal and it’s going to suck ass, and yeah, it’ll probably leave you off worse for wear and with a need of several new therapists but it’s not going to turn you into a villain.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Shinsou, why are you a hero?” Katsuki demands to know, flexing his fingers to get his own quirk under control.

Shinsou just makes him so goddamn angry and the fact that he doubts himself like that makes Katsuki want to smash his face in.

“Not for a very noble reason, if you’re fishing for that,” Shinsou says with a sigh as he leans back against the couch and Katsuki snarls at him.

“Tell me the goddamn reason!”

“Out of spite, really,” Shinsou mutters and then huffs out a little laugh. “I’m a hero because everyone only ever said all I would be was a villain. I’m a hero to spite everyone.”

“And that is why you’re going to stay a hero,” Katsuki immediately says, because for all that they both like to talk around their issues, they also know each other and it hadn’t been hard to suss out Shinsou’s reasons for heroism.

Shinsou only looks at him with one raised eyebrow and Katsuki huffs out an annoyed breath.

“If you were just a bit weaker, you wouldn’t be here and we wouldn’t need to have this conversation because there was no job offered to you. You’d be a goddamn villain. But you’re not; you’re made out of steel and fire and spite and that’s why this job is not going to do you in. It’ll only make you want to try even harder. You’ll be a better hero for it.”

“Six months is a long time,” Shinsou lazily drawls out and finally the tension has left him. “I’m going to come back all wrong.”

“So what? Come back all wrong—but come back—and then spend the next six months piecing yourself back together. We all do it after missions that go a little too deep, a little bit sideways. Sometimes with help, sometimes without.”

Shinsou’s eyes slide over to him and Katsuki knows exactly what he’s thinking about because Katsuki’s last fucked up mission wasn’t that long ago and some nights he still wakes to fire in his bed and smoke in his room.

Shit happens. They get over it. That’s just how it goes. It’s gotten easier, getting over it, with Shinsou there to meet his more volatile reactions. Piecing himself back together has been easier when someone’s there who’s not afraid to cut himself on all of the shards.

“It’s not that easy, I’m not exactly—” Again, Shinsou cuts himself off, clearly frustrated with himself and Katsuki rolls his eyes because he knows what Shinsou wanted to say.

I’m not exactly easy to get along with, even on good days.

“Quit being such a stupid idiot,” he huffs out. “Fuck, you act as if I don’t know that you soften yourself for everyone but me. You smooth all of your edges over when you’re with the others.”

“How would you know?”

“Because you don’t do that shit when you’re with me,” Katsuki confidently says, because there is no way the vitriolic, cutting, sarcastic piece of shit he gets on an almost daily basis is what anyone nice gets to see.

And Katsuki likes it like that, thank you very much.

“I don’t,” Shinsou admits and Katsuki nods.

“So it’s easy. If you come out of that mission fucked in the head, you come to me. I’ll piece you back together, no matter what. You know where to find me.”

It’s an offer, as much as it is a promise, because there is no way Katsuki is going to let Shinsou shatter because of something like this.

And if he has to piece him back together from scratch then he’ll fucking do it, too.

~*~*~

Hitoshi stares off into nothing. He’s so—empty that his hands don’t even shake. There’s blood dripping into his eye from the cut he didn’t let the paramedics look at and his entire body aches but it’s nothing that’s incapacitating enough to warrant a trip to the hospital, so Hitoshi had simply slinked off at the right moment and now he doesn’t know what to do.

He doesn’t know what to feel, really, and so he simply continues to stare off into nothing.

It takes him a while to fish his phone out, but he does, eventually, and he distantly marvels at the fact that it’s charged. His handler must have done that, because he was the one who gave it to him during the short debrief they just had and Hitoshi’s hands still don’t shake as he pulls up his contacts.

He should probably call his parents, but he can’t quite bring himself to do that. Aizawa understands too much and Yamada would just fret about his everything and Hitoshi is not ready for that. He can’t have anyone fuss over him, or look at him with that deep understanding in their eyes and so he clicks on the one contact who is not going to do either.

“What?” Bakugo’s gravelly voice rings out and Hitoshi blinks when he remembers that it’s the middle of the night and Bakugo likes his sleep.

Well, he already woke him up, might as well keep going.

“I need to see you,” Hitoshi rasps out, his throat still sore from being choked out earlier that night and there’s only a brief silence on the other end of the line.

Yeah, Bakugo probably didn’t expect it to be him, considering his mission wasn’t due to end for another two weeks or so.

Things just went a little sideways and Hitoshi had to improvise.

“I’m keeping your cat company,” Bakugo finally says. “Fucker’s been lonely without your ugly mug around.”

“Fucker’s been way too spoiled with you, he used to be fine with being alone,” Hitoshi shoots back, because this is what they do, and the normalcy wraps around him like a warm blanket. This is something he doesn’t have to think about.

“You keep telling yourself that,” Bakugo grumbles. “You’re going to come home or what?” he then asks and instead of answering Hitoshi hangs up and simply starts walking.

He doesn’t have to think, his feet carrying him home without issue and he doesn’t even get to open his own door, because Bakugo is right there, standing in the dimly lit hallway with grey sweat shorts and one of the stupid muscle shirts he likes so much and Hitoshi almost slumps where he stands.

“They let you go home like this?” Bakugo asks judgementally and motions at the entirety of Hitoshi.

“Slipped away before they could get to me,” Hitoshi admits and takes one unsteady step forward. “Gonna let me in or what?”

“This is your goddamn apartment,” Bakugo says but he steps to the side and allows Hitoshi to shuffle into the hallway. “You’re early. Didn’t expect you back for at least another two weeks.”

“Shit went sideways,” Hitoshi mumbles and he remembers how the breath stuttered out under his hands.

He feels as if he might be sick any moment now.

“Yeah, that happens,” Bakugo mercilessly says and takes Hitoshi’s hand, guiding him towards the bathroom.

“No, you don’t—understand,” Hitoshi gasps out, his hands suddenly trembling so hard that it shakes his entire frame. “I killed two people.”

Bakugo warily eyes him and Hitoshi almost flinches back.

“Yeah, that happens, too,” Bakugo almost cruelly says and Hitoshi wrenches his hand out of Bakugo’s grip. “I read the file, remember? You were supposed to kill if shit went sideways.”

“But these weren’t sanctioned,” Hitoshi says, voice faint and trembling. “I just—did it. How can I still be a hero like that?”

“You did it because you were supposed to keep your cover. You were supposed to do whatever it takes to make this mission a success,” Bakugo says, suddenly all calm in face of Hitoshi’s mounting panic and Hitoshi wants to hit him so bad.

“They congratulated me on a job well done,” Hitoshi hisses out because he thinks for all that happened, he’s still convinced that that is the most fucked up of all.

“Remember my mission?” Bakugo suddenly asks him and it’s surprising enough that it derails Hitoshi’s spiralling panic. “Where I made a decision and a family died?”

“Yeah,” Hitoshi mutters because of course he remembers that. Bakugo almost spent a month at his place after that, and some days Hitoshi is still talking him down from a panic attack.

Bakugo is lucky Hitoshi’s sleep schedule is shit already, because otherwise he would have killed him for the frequent night calls.

“It wasn’t a good or bad decision. It just was a decision. And they keep praising me for it. Someone congratulated me for a job well done on live TV mere hours afterwards. They were still searching for the bodies then.”

“I remember.”

“So. Shit is fucked up. It’s fucked up all around, you’re not special in that way. Yeah, you killed, so what? That’s part of your job, even more so than mine. Now, the real question is: did you like it? Did you like any of it?” Bakugo asks as he leans forward right into Hitoshi’s space and Hitoshi rears back as if Bakugo had socked him in the face.

“No! Fuck, I hated every second,” Hitoshi almost yells out and he did.

He played his part and he played it well, he knows that, it’s the only reason he got deep enough to get all the people he was supposed to get, but he hated every second. His skin kept crawling every time he had to aid in one of their crimes, he almost threw up more than once and he has lost so much sleep he’s not sure he can ever make up for it.

Bakugo only shrugs.

“So, you’re not villain material. Wasn’t that what you were so worried about? You’re still a goddamn hero and your work on this mission only proves it.”

He says it so nonchalantly, as if there could have never been a moment of doubt that it takes Hitoshi’s breath away and that’s all it takes. Bakugo’s steady trust in him is what does him in.

Hitoshi’s breath starts to come hard and fast, more sob than breath, really, and he sinks to the floor right where he stands. He buries his face in his hands, hot tears sliding down his cheeks but Bakugo is there.

“Shh, that’s it, baby, deep breaths,” he mutters, kneeling down to wrap his arms around Hitoshi and then he simply holds him until Hitoshi’s eyes run out of tears and his breath returns to normal.

“Better now?” Bakugo asks and Hitoshi snorts, because he can’t believe that the honest answer to that is “Yes”.

“Can I take a look at that cut then? You keep getting your blood fucking everywhere,” Bakugo says, voice annoyed, but softer than it normally is and Hitoshi knows that it bothers him and his endless need to keep things tidied up and clean.

“If you have to,” Hitoshi sighs out and allows Bakugo to pull him up and shove him into the bathroom.

He is notably less careful with Hitoshi now, as if he’s no longer waiting for Hitoshi to break and he supposes that’s fair. Hitoshi’s pieces are all over the floor already, anyway, so there’s nothing left Bakugo can break.

He can only put him back together now.

“Sit down, you towering freak.” Bakugo points to the toilet and Hitoshi plops down without comment.

“Thanks,” Hitoshi mumbles as he watches how Bakugo whips out the first aid kit and he’s not even sure what exactly he’s thanking him for.

Probably his entire existence.

“Yeah, whatever,” Bakugo dismissively says as he dabs at the cut on Hitoshi’s brow non too gently. “You did the same for me.”

“Would do it again, too,” Hitoshi admits, and he pointedly does not think about the sick feeling in his stomach when he imagines Bakugo going to someone else after a mission goes wrong.

Hitoshi feels as if it’s his privilege to see Bakugo all torn up and help him through it and he wonders if Bakugo would hate that, or if he thinks the same.

“Same,” Bakugo quietly says and Hitoshi thinks he might have his answer right there.

They fall silent while Bakugo works and Hitoshi marvels at how much steadier he already feels. He knows that a shit ton of nightmares are in his future, and probably just as many hours with a therapist, but if Bakugo is there, it might not even suck so much.

“I think you should move in,” Hitoshi says apropos of nothing when Bakugo puts butterfly stripes over the cut and his only answer is a huff before Bakugo leans in and presses a kiss to his temple, making Hitoshi tingle all over.

“I spent the last month here because Fucker kept feeling lonely,” Bakugo says without meeting Hitoshi’s eyes as he turns away, busying himself with putting the kit back together.

“I might feel lonely, too,” Hitoshi drawls out, his eyes fixed on Bakugo and so he sees it when his posture loses some of his tension.

“If you wake me up with one of your stupid nightmares, I’ll blast you to hell,” Bakugo tells him instead of giving him a real answer, but this is better.

This is right.

They don’t talk about things, not like other people probably do, but they get it. They get each other and Hitoshi thinks he might take this over some heart-to-heart bullshit every day.

“Fair,” Hitoshi shrugs and forces himself to get up.

He still aches all over, the last fight really hitting him now and he can hear his bed scream at him from all the way across the apartment.

“You coming or what?” he asks over his shoulder when Bakugo simply stares after him and by the time Hitoshi has shed his clothes and slid under the covers, Bakugo is right there with him.

He doesn’t crowd him in, doesn’t try to press closer, seemingly understanding what Hitoshi needs without him having to say it and just for that Hitoshi tilts forward until he can press his forehead to Bakugo’s shoulder.

“Good night,” Hitoshi mumbles, sleep now dragging him under rapidly and for the first time in almost six months he gives in easily.

“I’ll be here,” Bakugo says and the promise wraps around Hitoshi like an extra warm blanket.

That first night, Hitoshi doesn’t have nightmares, but even after that, Bakugo’s words hold true for every single one that follows after. He’s always there.

[frickingnerd]

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…

[thisisxli]

Shinso x amab reader who is momo's sibling headcanons?

Omggg yes! I already have so many headcannons in mind for this!!💗💗 Im rlly glad I'm getting reqs, tysm for sending them in. :)

Shinso in s7 is SOO fine too😭 he's always been fine. he needs more attention so I'm rlly glad to write abt him!!!

Shinso Hitoshi x GN!Reader(amab/momo's sibling)

Rs: Shinso Hitoshi x GN!Reader (amab)

Warnings: mild angst, mentions of war, small break up, mentions of disability, suggested themes(small nsfw)

Tags: Shinso finds out he's prob bi or gay, Shinso is MEAN, fluff, awkward Shinso, sweet GN!Reader, Reader is super down bad for Shinso(I don't blame), Reader is injured badly but they're okay, Reader gets permanent injuries, Shinso lives happily with reader

wc: 1.3k

First impression/how you met:

You both met each other through Bakugou after the sports festival was announced to start soon. To be quite frankly, Bakugou was being rude and was talking MAD shit on other people that was in other classes. You seriously didn't want any enemies. You weren't super smart and analyzing like your sister but.. if there was one thing you were really good at was being civil or.. friendly? You didn't even know if that was like a talent thing..

When you first saw him, your first thought was literally the word 'cute.' You didn't talk to him though. You just watched him as he talked.. you were kind of embarrassed because of how hard you were staring.

When Shinso first saw you, he didn't think much at first. It wasn't until he saw you going at it at the sports festival that made him want to work with you at the calavry battle. You were huge help and he could almost thank you, but he didn't. He could also even say he was sorry for brainwashing you.. but he wasn't.

How feelings started to develop:

You were pretty pissed at him after the sports festival.. But after awhile, you let it go and started to see him in the halls a lot more often. Not only was he just 'cute', he started to become FINE to you. You assumed that's when you started liking him? He was super laid-back and weird in a good way, super attractive to you. Your hormones told you occasionally from time to time to have him to choke you with his biceps. You noticed he was starting to bulk too. Even in your big and grand walls, your sister was disgusted with your fantasies and was constantly flustered by how far they could go. "(Y/N)! Who's been teaching you all these things?!?!"

Shinso had to work on a project in his class and he decided to pick someone from the hero course. Of course, he was closer to some in class 1B but your class had way more experience with combat outside of training and went head on with villains. You took the opportunity immediately when you saw it but... Unexpectedly, he was rather.. rude at first. That was a major turn off. So while working on his project, all you two did was bicker almost the whole entire time. When he was painting his canvas to a much more white color, you had tripped and face planted onto the canvas, earning a huge laugh from Shinso from which you had never heard of before. Half of your face was white. You quickly cleaned your face with some wipes you created before you dipped your hand entirely in the paint bucket, smearing it all over his face. That's when it was your turn to laugh when he stopped.

"S-sorry! Sorry! I'll wipe it off," you smile at him, ripping more wet wipes and rubs at his face. While you were attentive on cleaning his painted skin, he was staring at you the whole time. Blushing furiously. The white paint helped on concealing it. But boy did he really want to kiss you. It was odd. He didn't really.. have this kind of feeling for someone that he didn't really consider a girl. He didn't know at this point, oh well.

How you get together:

Although you don't see each other very often due to being in different classes, you both would see each other after school ended. He was very hesitant at first and was sort of nervous... but he stuck through with it and asked you out on the walk home.

"Can I be your boyfriend?" It was an odd way of asking someone out that way, but you found it really sweet because it symbolized how he felt about you in a way. But of course, you said yes.

Kisses/first kiss:

He never kissed before so needless to say, it was very... awkward and stiff. You lightly laughed it off and offered to teach him which he embarrassingly accepted. He came to your house which was really large.. And he was allowed inside your room which was like 5x the size of his room?! How was your walls not paper-thin?

You two cuddled in your bed watching movies on your big ass TV before you decided to lean up against him, pressing your lips firmly against his. "Just follow my lead, 'kay?" He wasn't really religious but boy was he praying so hard at that moment trying not to fumble. He moved his lips with yours, matching your pace slowly. It started to become a little stuttery and sloppy just when you licked his lips. You two started to french but was caught by your butler. Your butler quickly waltzes his way out the room, promising not to snitch when he quietly shuts the door.

Small-break up/arguments:

"'Toshi!" You were running after him after he told you that your relationship couldn't work. Simply because you both didn't see each other enough and that knowing what big fight was coming up, he didn't want to lose you. He knows your class would be the first to throw themselves out there to beat ass or to get their ass beat. No in between. You were nearly on the verge of crying and he was just walking away from you, trying his best to ignore you but you didn't know. So you left him be.

War/aftermath of War:

You were injured. Badly.

Shinso stayed by you almost full time but when you woke up, you vividly remembered him. To him, this was almost every man's nightmare. He didn't want you to forget him; no, not at all. Not after what he did to you. He hurt you. He didn't mean to, he truly didn't.

You didn't completely forget him which was fine... but you did have to try to recall on things you barely remembered and just went by the information that Shinso was.. your ex? Your boyfriend? He wasn't so sure of himself.

Even then, you started to find him cute again. You gained feelings. And you fell in love, again. Over time, some memories that were vastly missing came back.

"I'm glad I got to fall in love with you all over again, 'Toshi," you murmur in his ear, hugging him tighter. Shinso nearly cries at that.

Meeting your sibling:

Momo was... wary of him at first. She kept her filter whenever he did something she wasn't very fond of but nonetheless, he was okay. Maybe there was a few screws loose and he needed to work on his sleeping schedule sometimes but other than that, he was okay. She was just glad that he made you happy.

What he loves about you(Adults) :

He loves when he comes home from work and sees you sprawled out in bed, knocked the fuck out with a merch blanket of him wrapped around you.

He LOVES teasing you in public sometimes. He's not really one for PDA most of the time, but he plants his hand to your thigh from time to time before it slides up a bit, squeezing a part in your thigh that was a little too close up to the groin.

He doesn't love it when you're in danger, of course not.. You were perfectly capable of handling yourself but since you weren't really a hero anymore because of an injury, he swoops you right off your feet when something happens. He cherishes it every time to see your eyes sparkle at him.

Loves rubbing your lower back for some reason. Sometimes his hand just lays on top of your butt... But you don't question it and just let him cling to you.

Fun Fact:

Before you two started dating, he was supposed to send you an embarrassing picture of him as a kid with a buzz cut, but he accidentally sent it to Monoma who leaked it throughout the entire grade of first years.

He was very sulky and pissed but you reassured him that he looked very cute and made sure you gave him lots of attention and kisses.

a/n: sorry for the small delay :) I hope you enjoyed it. Check out my other works if you enjoyed. <3

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[angeliicheartt]

"ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ."

includes: hitoshi shinso

gn!reader

a/n: wrote this in like 45 minutes, ermmmm lmk if u want a pt 2 cos i do have an idea 😚 (pt 2 will be happier)

you stood shellshocked, watching as your boyfriend, or rather ex-boyfriend, hitoshi, packed up his things from your apartment. you watch as he grabs all his clothes, stuffing them into a duffel bag he had brought. 

there had been a scare, you were targeted by some villains because of your connection to hitoshi, and while he saved you just fine, it scared him. you could be taken from this world, from him, and it would be his fault, for being with you.

“toshi..” you mutter, your voice breaking as the first tear falls from your eye. your body feels tight, all your nerves and muscles pulled taut from distress. 

at the sound of your voice, hitoshi looks up from the bed, a reflex to check on you. you can see the pain and sorrow swirling in his own eyes before he tears them away, his packing getting more rushed. 

“i can’t, angel.” his voice cracks as he mutters, his hand coming up to harshly rub at his tired eyes. “i can’t put you through that again, i won’t let myself!” his voice staggers as it raises in volume. 

your breath hitches as his voice raises in an audible gasp and his gaze finds you again, as it always will. you watch as a tear drops onto his cheek before he drops into a crouch. his hands move to roughly scrub at his face again and your face tightens as you try to hold back more tears.

your feet drag against the hardwood floors as you trudged to his spot next to the bed. you crouch down with him, your hands aching to reach and hold his weary body. he hadn’t slept since the night he saved you, two days ago. 

“toshi.. please just stay..” you beg, your voice barely a whisper, as if he was an animal you were trying not to spook. “you can try to sleep on it,”

you watch his arms tighten as he hears your plea, yet you continue on, “where will you go? you need sleep, hitoshi.” your tears fall the more you talk, your voice turning ragged the more desperate you get. hitoshi’s hands lower from his face, and you can see clearly now, the evident exhaustion accentuating his dark circles, the stubble he has yet to shave. 

“hitoshi.. please just talk to me,” you whisper, your hand hesitantly raising to cup his jaw, the hair scratching against your palm. you feel him resist the urge to burrow into your embrace, his eyes closing as a tear drops onto your hand. 

his hand reaches up to clasp yours. his hand swallows yours as he gently pulls it away from his face. he holds it in his, his thumb gliding along your knuckles, a habit he has to break for your safety. 

his other hand finds a place on your head, his hand slipping down to caress your cheek, his face laced with pain as he watches you naturally burrow into the feel of his touch. 

“i can’t.” he whispers, his eyebrows tightening when he watches yet another tear fall from your lashes. 

he leans forward, his lips gently brushing against your forehead, and you can feel the tear tracks lingering on his face. your lips part as he stands up, his hand lingered against your head for a split moment before his touch leaves you completely. you stare at his spot on the ground as you hear him zip up the duffel bag and watch as his feet pad away from you. 

you sit frozen in place, listening as his footsteps get farther and farther away until you hear the door open and close. you gasp as you fall to the floor, your hand flying up to muffle the sobs that break through your lungs. 

and then you’re alone.

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