#hitoshi shinso x y/n

[elssero]

having thoughts about general studies student shinso sneaking into hero student readers dorm at night.

talking about “hm your dorms are a little bigger that ours- i guess that’s what being in the hero course gets you.” he’s sighing dramatically and your shoving his arm- giggling while you tell him to shut up.

his list of excuses for finding himself in your dorm consists of him being unable to sleep- him insisting that he has to get used to place he’s eventually moving too!- it’s not like you’ve got anything better to do- and he’s right- because it’s nearly midnight and your too groggy to disagree with him.

“cmon we’re watching another movie-” you stop him before he climbs onto your bed- reminding him of your little ‘no outside clothes on the bed’ rule as you force him into the bathroom to change into the spare pair of pyjamas he left there. it’s definitely not a way of claiming his territory. it just means he doesn’t have to bring them everytime he comes over. he swears.

you force your skincare onto him- it’s not like he puts up much of a fight, taking the opportunity to have your hands brush over his face.

you watch movies- you share snacks- you talk incoherently about topics that definitely won’t matter in the morning. but his favorite is when you share long slow kisses- when you move yourself on top of him to straddle him- when you leave marks down his chest.

it’s unspoken, neither of you bringing it up when you stop after a while- sometimes he falls asleep with you. escaping in the early hours of the morning. you find yourself not enjoying waking up without him.

you share soft smiles in school as you walk by each other in the corridors- your friends asking who the cute purpled haired boy who keeps looking at you is.

he wonders how long he can keep it up, how long you will be able to keep sharing these hour long make-out sessions and not uttering a word about it.

shinso will inevitably join the hero course- the movements already in place- your giving it a month before he’s moving into his own dorm in your building.

he’s in your room again tonight, your sat comfortably in his lap as your mouth laps at his neck- he’s breathing heavy- you love it. forcing yourself to stop so you can look at him. he lets out a little whine at the loss of your contact before looking down at you- shocked to find you already looking up at him.

“what’s wrong?” he tries to conceal the worry in his voice- he knew this was coming, the fast approaching end of whatever arrangement you had with him. he’s joining your class soon- and that just complicates his stupid late night trips he takes to your room almost every night.

“is it wrong to want to stay like this forever?” your eyes haven’t faltered from his- your stare just as intense, your pleading with him. that’s when he realises your not ending this- if anything your doing this opposite, he knew it was never going to come easy with you- but he’s willing to wait- he’ll always wait.

“no. it’s not wrong.” he moves his lips down to yours, planting a short- soft kiss on your lips before continuing “i think it’s just right.”

[yukioos]

hows my fav write doing??? May I get a large cappucino?? (Shinsou x reader (hes in 1a) where the whole class are at like a met gala for heroes but he notices she not feeling well. She leaves the program and goes to the washroom and he follows. He finds her trying to stop her hip wound bleeding w blood all over her hands and shes on the verge of passing out) lots of fluff and romantic tension pleaseeee

when your injury becomes severe during the worst time, so hitoshi comes to help you

a couple of months after the war, class-a in the hero course was invited to a gala as a celebration for winning the war. you took hours getting ready, picking out the perfect outfit and accessories to look your best. while getting dressed, you came across a major problem. a few days prior, you were on a mission to catch a few villains caught up in an underground drug scheme.

with everything you’ve already dealt with, you knew you could finish and catch the villains quickly, just wanting to go back to your dorm and rest. however, it ended with a deep gash being cut into your hip, and no support hero was there to heal you.

but eventually, you handed the villains over to the police, and were given basic treatment by a nearby medical specialist, who was in an ambulance to help hostages. bandages still cover the injury, and you switch them out daily to keep it from getting infected.

but now, your photos are being taken by paparazzi, lights flashing and nearly blinding you, though with pain, you try to keep your eyes open. the injury on your hip is burning, stinging as you try to focus on posing and smiling, making a small show of your quirk.

once you’re done, you speed through past other heroes, but regrettably slow down when you feel an aching pain in your hip. you whimper in pain, rubbing over the clothed skin comfortingly.

but the pain continues even as the host is serving dinner to you and your classmates. in the middle of eating at a large dinner table, filled with exquisite dishes all lined up along the middle, you excuse yourself. the pain is nearly unbearable now, you need to check your injury to make sure you haven’t bled out even more.

hitoshi pauses taking a sip from his drink and looks to his right, where he sees you walking out, with a hand covering your hip. you appear to be in pain, as you seemed so an hour ago. during the photographs, when yours was being taken, you gave the paparazzi soft smiles, different from the ones you give when you’re enjoying something. to him, they were clearly fake smiles.

so he excuses himself, politely standing up and pushing his chair back in before rushing and following you.

but he watches you run into a washroom and quickly close the door behind you. he grumbles, not wanting to intrude, so he instead stands outside the room, tapping his foot impatiently. he’s unsure if you’re alright, not knowing whether or not he should walk in.

ultimately, he decides not to.

you choose a stall to lock yourself in, and you take off your clothing, though it’s sticky and uncomfortable near your hip.

“are you kidding me,” you mumble in complaint.

your bandages are soaked with blood, and your clothes are soaked on the inside with it too. the more you shift your body, the more the injury burns.

you push your hand on the injury, trying to stop the gash from bleeding more. within seconds, your hand is red, and you can smell the blood on your hip, and it even starts dripping down your thigh.

but hitoshi’s had enough of your silence. he’s growing worried, so he knocks on the door.

you flinch, hearing a voice speak, “y/n, i saw you were moving a bit weirdly today. i heard you were injured a few days ago, are you alright? do you need help?”

it sounds like a man’s voice, hitoshi’s, perhaps.

pondering, you stay silent for a minute before responding, “i’m not— i’m not feeling good, i might need some help.”

he hesitates before asking, “can i come in?”

you give a soft, “yes, please.”

within a second, he’s barging in, observing the clean area before concerningly asking, “is there anything i can do?”

slowly, you unlock the door, and hitoshi’s standing there before you, but sees you in all your glory. you’re standing there, propping yourself up against the wall, only in underwear, your bra, jewelry, and your heels.

he blushes, he’s never even seen a woman in something like a tank top. for him, this is so revealing, but he’s not too worried about it when he sees your bloody hip and your shaking stance.

you’re losing color, becoming paler, and you embarrassingly turn your head away from him.

his eyes widen, scared for you, and he suggests, “hey, how about you sit on the countertop? maybe it’ll be easier to treat your injury like that.”

“i— i don’t think i can move, hitoshi,” you mumble out, arm propping yourself up against the wall.

he softly asks, “can i?” as he reaches out to you, beginning to put a hand on your bare back.

you nod, and with the injury, it makes it even more difficult to walk, along with the heels.

so he gently picks you up bridal style, and you let out a squeal of surprise, then he takes you across the room to sit you atop near the sink. he holds your hand on your hip, putting more pressure on the wound. as he does that with one hand, he takes off your heels and places them on the ground near you.

but your eyes are hazy, stilled, and focused on some wall behind hitoshi.

he inquires, “you still here with me, y/n?” he then softly says, almost whispering into your ear, “i need you to focus,” the way he talks sends shivers down your spine.

“mhm, sorry,” you weakly say, mind still cloudy.

he takes some paper towels and picks your hand up, quickly pushing paper towels on the bloodied bandages, though it already soaks up most of the blood.

neither of you has the proper equipment to disinfect the wound. he sighs, this really is an unfortunate situation for you both.

he replaces the towels with other, clean ones, throwing the dirtied ones into the trash.

once you feel the difference, and the pressure of his cold hand on yours, you whimper, “toshi,” and he perks up, face flushed, “it hurts, i think— i think we might have to wait this one out, i’m sorry,” you pause, feeling embarrassed of dragging him into this mess, “you can go back and enjoy your time at the gala, i’ll stay here.”

he shakes his head, purple hair splayed everywhere, “no,” he stares into your cloudy eyes, “i’ll stay here with you.” he then pauses, seeing your head bob up and down, as if you’re drifting into sleep.

he scooches you over easily, briefly taking off his suit jacket to place it over you. you must be cold, nearly naked, and there are goosebumps on your thighs and arms.

hitoshi rolls up his sleeves, and his scars show easily, scattered across his arms attractively. although you hardly notice, he peels off all of your bandages, thinking maybe your wound would feel better if he fully changes out the bandages.

so he pours some water over your wound, cleaning the skin around it and pouring it over the injury. you sigh in relief, and the wound already feels a bit better. your underwear feels a bit damp, but you aren’t too bothered by it. you hardly even know what’s happening right now.

he applies pressure on your wound again with the towels, and he softly rubs your thigh with his thumb.

minutes later, your eyes are a bit more open and clear. your voice is stable, and you nod, “i think i’m able to move now,” you look up at him, smiling, “thank you, hitoshi.”

he grins, and you hesitate, eyes widening, “wait, how will the paper towels stay? my dress is ruined too, what do i do?”

his face slackens, and his eye twitches, but he murmurs, “now that i’m thinking about it, we really do have to wait it out.”

you let out a chuckle, and he smiles, still keeping pressure on your wound at all times. your face becomes warm. you’ve never realized how close you and hitoshi were, and now looking at it, it doesn’t appear as the most appropriate position.

your legs are spread, making space for him to help you with his wound, and he stands in the middle of them, with one hand on the inside of your thigh, and the other on your hip. plus, the fact that you’re only in your undergarments doesn’t make the scene look any better.

but the two of you lose track of time, stomachs going hungry, and the two of you converse for what feels like just a few minutes. before you know it, however, hours have passed, and suddenly, all of the girls come to check up on you, finally noticing how long it’s been since you’ve come back.

and when they see the positions you’re in, and your states of being, sweaty and hands on each other, they immediately run out, giggles escaping their mouths.

here’s your large cappuccino!! hope you like this

[thehouseofurmotha]

Shinsou dating Aizawa's daughter head cannons :)

Pairing: Shinsou x Aizawa!Reader

I'm also working on a soulmate au with Shinsou 🤭 I fear he may be my favorite

• You and him meet when Aizawa asks you to spar with him, as you both have quirks that are less equipped for close range combat. You're in class 1-A too which is the class Shinsou would most likely join when he ends up in the hero course so it just made sense.

• You whoop his ass, he's immediately in love. He thinks you're extremely skilled and talented and pretty much begs you to help train him with your dad.

• Maybe it's because he wants to see you more often, but you don't need to know that.

• You ultimately agree and you and Shinsou pretty muuuuch become besties.

• But this is not enough for this man because he is absolutely enamored with you.

• One day while the two of you are sparing, your father leaves to go get another cup of coffee. And at this point he finally manages to pin you to the ground.

• For whatever reason he decides this is the best time to shoot his shot and is like, "Go on a date with me?" While he's just casually got you pinned to the ground.

• You don't manage to give him an answer before your dad gets back, but after you get up and brush yourself off you look at him and mouth a simple 'yes'.

• He smiles like a madman at this and your father looks at him and asks him what he's smiling about. He quickly goes back to his normal tired resting face with a quick nothing.

• Aizawa def thinks this is weird but he decides not to press any father. He feels bad pressing kids to tell him something they don't really have to.

• You guys go on a few dates before you officially start dating. Your father definitely notices that something about the two of you has changed but he doesn't realize that it has to do with the two of you being together.

• He finds out when he walks into your room while you and Shinsou were supposed to be just hanging out and watching a movie. Which he didn't find odd because the two of you had become fast friends with the friendly competition of sparring. But as he walks into your room to ask the two of you want for dinner he finds the two of you making out.

• He IMMEDIATELY kicks Shinsou out of your guys apartment. He isn't really mad that you guys are together he's just mad that you hid it from him and he had to find out like this.

• You guys have a very long conversation about being safe, and he definitely calls Midnight to handle most of it because he thinks he might just simply pass out from embarrassment. (You as well)

• He tells you he doesn't really care as long as you're happy. But this man does not let Shinsou live it down.

• Bro is fighting for his life during training the next day being worked so hard.

• Shinsou eventually gets back on your dad's good side and he comes over for weekly dinners.

I fear I may have an obsession with dadzawa.. and Shinsou.. I'm simply js a girl though. Anyways I hope you enjoyed :) <3 happy reading!

[feelfreetopleasemexo]

Truth or dare

Katsuki, denki, kirishima, Mina, Shinso and reader

“Why is it that after everyone’s fucked off, it’s always you five at the end of the night trying to keep the party going?”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, glaring at the five of you sat around a tiny coffee table, all cross legged and wobbly, trying to play a failing game of uno. Mina flung down a plus four ontop of shinso’s plus four, kirishima slammed the table exclaiming that wasnt in the official rules, and denki managed to wobble enough that all the spare cards he’d been hoarding up his sleeves managed to spill all over the table. You lazily turned your head to Katsuki, eyes half lidded but desperately trying to focus on him as a smile crept onto your face.

“Chill out kats, if you wanted to chill with us you can just sit down, dont gotta be a baby about it. Pouty mcpouterson.”

His eyes burned into yours as you let off your adorably drunken laugh, only letting out a sheepish sigh and slumping down next to you, almost crushing you with his thunderous thighs.

“Not got any better games? Unos shit.”

“I know a game we can play, now theres enough players….” Denki tried his best to be his usual over the top flirtatious self, only to fumble it quickly by getting a serious case of the hiccups. “Truth or…hick….dare bitches….hick.”

“What a surprise you want to play a game where we all end up fucking each other in some fucked up drunken orgy…real original there sparky.”

Shinso eyes stared at Denki, half lidded and piercing, as he sparked up another joint.

“Get that shit away from me dumbass! I don’t wanna get high AND drunk dipshit.” Katsuki quickly fanned the smoke away from himself as shinso blew the cloud directly across the table to him.

“Thought you’d be used to a bit of smoke there dynamite.” Shinso’s full bodied and gravelly voice seemed to tremble through your body, it wasnt enough to say his voice was deep, it might as wellve sent vibrations through to your soul everytime he spoke.

Mina jumped up and grabbed another bottle of vodka as she then decided it upon herself to top everyone’s drinks up dangerously; they inevitably ended up 80% alcohol and 20% cheap corner shop mixer. Kirishima cleared the table as katsukis hand twitched in his lap, was the stone cold killer nervous of a silly game of truth or dare?

“Okay, let’s spin a bottle to see who goes first...”

“What the fuck? Did you do that on purpose shitty hair?!”

“I physically can’t man, the bottle lands where it lands. Want me to spin it again?”

“Fuck it no it’s…fine. Okay, y/n and Mina. Make out.”

“You have to ask the question first man, you can’t just order people to do things….thats why it’s called truth OR dare…”

You looked over at Mina as you both drunkenly giggled, more than happy to share another kiss of which you were more than accustom with.

“Fine, whatever. Truth or dare….”

“DARE” you both shouted in unison, clambering over the table to each other and dancing your eyes up and down at each others lips. It wasnt a rarity to kiss each other, you were best friends who more often than not ended up making out anyway, so it really didn’t phase either of you if you had an audience. As you cupped her face, she lunged her lips towards yours, biting at your lower lip and giggling sweetly as you then danced your tongue around hers. All the boys eyes were watching you both intently, predators eyeing up their prey as you caressed each other’s chests tenderly and peppered sweet open mouthed kisses on each other, only breaking away when Denki ended up jolting the table accidentally with his knee as he tried to rearrange his ever growing boner.

When you both settled back down, you cleared your throat then declared your question towards Shinso, whose joint had long since burnt out as it dangled dangerously between his fingers.

“Truth or dare purple minion.”

He cleared his throat quickly, trying to snap himself back into the room as he answered, “truth…?”

“Have you ever used your quirk to make someone forget an awkward kiss or anything?”

“Dare. I said dare.”

“Fine. I dare you to….give denki a hicky.” A dangerous smirk fell across your face as you locked eyes with Denki, darkening your eyes as if you knew this dare would surely stir something in him.

His eyes lazily blinked to denkis as he shrugged.

“Fuck it, cmon sparky. If you zap me, I make you walk the whole way home naked. Capeesh?”

Denki bolted up right, ever ready for the challenge as long as it meant he got to see more kissing infront of him afterwards. He leant over to Shinso, baring his neck at him as he looked over and winked at you. Shinso moved swiftly, cupping the back of denkis head and pulling his hair slightly to expose more of his neck as he sunk his teeth into the delicate flesh before him. Within seconds he was slurping and biting, obscene sounds leaving his mouth as denkis eyes were blown wide. Not only was this a weak spot for him, but having literally anyone claiming him like they wanted to own him was more enough to have him nearly rutting his hips upwards in search of more friction. He palmed at his trousers, trying to force the boner down as tiny mewls escaped his lips.

As Shinso pulled away, denkis eyes fluttered and a tiny bit of drool laced his aching lips, almost desperate for more attention, regardless of who it was from. Shinso then stared at you with his deep and punishing shit eating grin as he wiped the spit from his mouth, winking slowly at you as he sat back down in his place. You gulped hard, eyes still transfixed at the scene that had just played out so beautifully before you, thighs clenching together as part of you was jealous it wasnt you under his teeth.

His eyes quickly flicked to kirishima who was trying to decide wether to take another sip of his disgusting drink or not, then posed the question.

“Um, dare I guess. If we’re all doing it… should be called dare or dare right heh…” his quiet nervousness wasnt lost on anyone in the room, so Shinso being a generally decent snd compassionate friend, opted for something not quite so intense.

“Pepper Minas face in kisses until she blushes.”

“Oh really….i mean, yeah okay. I was expecting A LOT worse but….”

Mine flopped her head into his lap, looking up at him lovingly as she then closed her eyes and smiled widely, awaiting the parade of kisses to lace her pretty pink face. He bent down, pushed the hair from her face and quickly spammed her face in tiny little kisses, eventually landing a huge one onto her lips and blushing instantly himself. She sat up and flung her arms around him, sinking him into another passionate kiss as you swear you could feel hearts beaming from your eyes. The mixture of sexual and sweet innocence leaking from the room was immense, a nice mixture of wanting to fuck every single person in this room, and wanting to kiss them tenderly and protect them had all mingled into one huge conglomerate of love and affection.

His eyes lingered on hers for a few more seconds before Katsuki cleared his throat, clearly not impressed with the sweet and sincere moment before him, causing kirishima to look around and determine that Katsuki was his next victim.

“Okay, kats you gotta…. Get a lap dance off Denki.”

Both their eyes blew widely open.

“Not a fucking chance. Try again or im blowing everyone up.”

“Fine….give him another hicky.”

Denki shifted in his seat, nervous sweat now lacing the arch of his back.

“He’ll eat me alive! MERCY! MERCY PLEASE!”

“Think it’ll be low-key kinda hot…” your voice was low but easily picked up by denkis ears.

“COME’ERE BIG BOY! Ruin me.”

Denki jumped into katsukis lap, forcing his face to his neck as he looked over at you and braced himself for the impending fiery wound about to rip his throat clean out. Katsuki growled in annoyance but started to suck on his neck anyway, the quicker it was done the quicker he could get the fuck off his lap. Denkis face turned from a nervous grimace to an instantly shocked expression as Katsuki gently sucked and nibbled at his skin. He was expecting ravenous destruction but instead got tender and soft. The mark that was left on his neck was far bigger than Shinsos, and covered more than half of where katsukis mouth had been, showing off a dark deep purple bruise forming almost instantly. He shoved him off his lap and darted his eyes away, clear fluster clawing its way at the top of his ears.

“Thats how you give a love bite, idiots.”

“Holy shit kats that was, really soft. Damn. Kinda want you to do it again….i mean. My turn. Err….kirishima, you gotta kabadan y/n and Mina…. Kirishima? Hey, where did they go?” You all looked around the room, only to find that the new love birds had fluttered off somewhere, probably to continue their handiwork with each other from earlier. Denki flittered his eyes back to you, Shinso and Kats, trying to reassess his decision.

“Okay, I dare us to all fuck.”

“Not a fucking chance. I don’t share.” Katsuki immediately stoop up, brushed his trousers clean and downed the rest of his drink.

“Im going to find shitty hair and stop him from fucking pinkie. He’ll regret it if their first times when they’re drunk….”

“So you CAN be a good friend sometime then…”

“Fuck you.”

Katsuki swiftly stepped one foot ontop of the coffee table and jumped over it, making his way towards the door that lead to the backyard and slammed it shut, leaving you, shinso and denki alone in the room together. Denkis eyes danced between you and Shinso as you sparked up another joint youd quietly begged shinso to roll you. The smirk that laced his face was that of pure lust and determination.

“Dare still stands.”

You tried not to flick your eyes up too quickly, tried to push the flush back from your cheeks as you pretended not to hear him over your exhale, but you could feel both their eyes staring at you punishingly. He flicked his eyes to shinso,

“Keen?”

Shinso tried to nonchalantly shrug, trying his best to hide the ever growing nervousness at the situation infront of him. Not one of you had ever had a threesum before, so the idea itself whilst sexy and inviting, was absolutely terrifying to say the least. You eventually let your eyes meet both their boys, smiling slightly as denki asked again,

“You keen too? Cause Yano, youll kinda be the support beam to this Eiffel Tower and all.”

Your cheeks flushed and burned, you hadn’t really thought too much about the dynamics of it until now…you really would be the brunt of all the attention. Shit. You choked on your exhale as you tried to fumble a response, half of you desperately screaming that you were keen, the other half incredibly intimidated by both the young, strong, insanely attractive men infront of you.

“I mean….we can try…ive er, never actually done that before so Yano…might chicken out half way through but….fuck it. We’re all friends here and….friends share….things…”

Denki let out a nervous laugh, his confidence slipping slightly as he suddenly realised hed slipped into one of the many dirty mangas hed read late at night. He pushed it aside, fake confidence shining back through again as he pushed the table aside and pulled the blanket from off the nearby sofa onto the floor and tried to smooth it out.

“Makeshift bed ready and waiting. Be thankful I don’t have a camera set up….yet.”

His voice tried to break the tension, tried to smooth out the nervousness that clung to the air, only for you to frantically down the rest of your drink, and inhale as much of the joint as you physically could, before shaking your head and deciding to lay down right in the middle of it.

“You er….might wanna go on your hands and knees….might be difficult to do it like that…”

“Oh so you’re suddenly the expert on threesums are you? Then maybe you should be in the middle….”

Shinso rolled his eyes, smiling slightly as he sat up onto his knees. Someone had to sort these nervous wrecks out, and who better than him.

[todorokies]

shinsou could never really wrap his head around the fact that some men don’t find pleasure in eating pussy or completely avoid the act in general.

you mean to tell him that after the day finally quiets down, where the sky soon decorates itself in a pretty flame orange hues intertwined with a dusty faint blue, that one doesn’t seek the sweetened comfort of slick gummy walls fluttering with grace around their tongue?

feeling a pair of pillowy plush thighs squeeze fervently around their head in a desperate manner followed by a rough tug at the hair doesn’t make one eagerly throb in their boxers in anticipation?

and above all else, the most rewarding part of the act in shinsou’s opinion; hearing the most melodic whines and whimpers ripple from your chest like a soft lullaby as you hastily grind yourself against his working mouth.

being a pro hero has its perks but oftentimes the long and demanding hours overshadows the fulfilled purpose of perseverance and noble sacrifice. with most heroes needing to find a grounding anchor to endure with their lives.

you are his anchor.

and he wishes so dearly to tell you how your presence in his life gives him the willpower to continue on, how endearing the ways you showcase your raw and vulnerable self along with your love.

but he can never find the exact words to express this correctly with the way his head gets all mushy with you constantly cycling around in there like a damn looped love song.

so instead, after a long day of crime fighting with ached muscles and an extra set of dark circles under his defined eye-bags, he comes home and assists you with putting on the prettiest lingerie set for him; a deep lilac colour that matches his eyes.

the act itself is intimate, his larger calloused hands delicately roams over your body as he slides the lacy fabric onto your skin with ease as small slurred murmurs of “you’re the prettiest.” and “all for me.” escapes from him.

the final touches include him looking up at you with blown-out lidded eyes as he teasingly pulls at the thighs garters allowing it to snap back against your skin and elicit a small whine from you.

and now he has you situated upon his face, hungrily lapping at your soaked cunt with your juices smearing all over the lower half of his face. and while he enjoys making out with your pussy for his pleasure, you needs always comes first in mind especially when you moan a little louder when he captures your swole clit in his mouth and sucks firmly on the bud.

he allows you use him, to ride his face until you see fit, shamelessly grinding yourself and letting out the cutest squeals when his nose occasionally nudges at your clit.

and hitoshi? he takes it. all of it. as he’s closer than ever to cumming untouched and he can’t help but to lazily smile against your pussy as this method of unwinding knocks the more “ethical” ways of relaxing out the park.

men who don’t eat pussy are definitely missing out.

reblogs and feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3

[pacifistsworstnightmare]

WHOSE YOU ARE — bf!hitoshi shinsou

happy birthday to my baby <3 everyone say happy birthday!

a/n : genuinely shinsou is one of my favourite characters to ever exist in the history of forever so this is very. hm. my happy birthday to him <33 this is also the first of three shinsou pieces that'll come out in the next day or so!! im spoiling him really

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[slayfics]

is it possible for you to make any sort of shinsou related fics? I think it would be really cute to see him take the reader on a date or maybe a valentines special eventually?

Valentine’s Day with Hitoshi.

1,700 words~

"Isn't it so cute!" Mina exclaimed hugging a teddy bear to her chest. You both were walking back to the dorms after the conclusion of classes.

"Yeah, it's a pretty fluffy guy," you said smiling back at her. Mina was overjoyed to show off the teddy bear Eijiro had gifted her earlier in the day as a Valentine's gift.

"Do you have any plans for today?" she asked, releasing the teddy bear from his suffocating hug.

"Yeah, I do...," You answered already prepared for the several questions that were bound to come next.

"WHAT!?! WITH WHO?! DOING WHAT!?! WHEN?! TELL ME EVERYTHING!" Mina demanded.

You laughed at her predictable behavior, "I'm supposed to meet Shinso in about an hour," You answered.

"HU?! Shinso?! Wait- the purple-haired boy from general studies?! NO WAY! He asked you out?! You can't just leave me hanging without any details! When did you two even talk?!" Mian asked surprised.

The truth was you were surprised too. Hitoshi was in the general studies course, so you hadn't really crossed paths with him during your time at U.A., despite that you found a letter stuffed into your locker a few days before Valentine's Day.

You unraveled the letter from your pocket and handed it to Mina who took the liberty of reading it out loud.

I apologize for doing this informally. However, I am unsure if we will cross paths in time for me to ask you directly. I've been interested in getting to know you better for some time now and was hoping you'd be interested in meeting me after class this Wednesday. If you are, meet me at the stairs of the main entrance of the school at 7 pm. -Shinso

Mina cried out loud after finishing the letter, "This is so romantic! The dork could have left his phone number though."

"Yeah, I thought that too- it would have been nice to confirm with him but- that's all right. I'll get ready and, meet him over there," You answered.

"You have to text me right away after! He seems so mysterious- such an interesting quirk. I wonder what he's like. OMG! What if he brainwashes you, good thing you told me! If I don't hear from you by 9 pm I'm calling Aizawa.," Mina spoke, causing you to laugh.

"You're always so dramatic," You laughed as you both entered the dorms.

"You can never be too careful!" She spoke before giving you a wink. "Good luck! I'm off to meet up with Kirishima!"

You gave her a wave and made your way to your room.

Once you finished getting ready you made your way back to the school. You were shocked to see Hitoshi was actually waiting on the school steps, hands in his sweater pockets and backpack at his feet. His eyes lit up as soon as he spotted you.

"Hey," You greeted him nervously unsure of what to expect. You had never talked to him one-on-one before.

"Hi!" He greeted you back, unable to keep the smile that erupted on his face. It excited him to see you had come- and that you weren't afraid to talk to him in spite of his quirk. "I uh- apologize for asking you out in such an informal way- I would have liked to ask you in person but, I hadn't run into you at all the last few days," He explained.

Truth be told you don't ever remember running into him. Were you crossing paths with him before without noticing? He certainly seemed to be noticing you.

"Informal? What do you mean? A letter is as formal as it gets," You laughed, hoping to lighten the awkwardness and break the ice. "I didn't mind it at all, in fact, it was pretty thoughtful."

"I'm glad you think so, and I'm glad you came... you didn't have any other plans?" he asked, hoping he wasn't prying too much too soon.

"Mm no-," you said glancing to the side, slightly embarrassed that no one else had taken any interest in making plans with you this Valentine's Day.

Hitoshi tried to hide the smile that threatened to break through on his lips at hearing you weren't seeing anybody. "Well, I uh- got you something," he said leaning down to pick up his backpack and search inside. He pulled out a purple plushie cat with a pink bow tied around its neck. "Hope it's not too dumb," he said holding it out to you.

A squeak escaped you at seeing the adorable stuffed cat, "This is so cute!" you exclaimed, grabbing it eagerly and squeezing it.

"I'm glad you think so," He spoke, blush tinting his face at your excitement.

"I got you something too," you said reaching into your bag.

"Hu? You didn't have to-," he replied, a stunned look on his face.

"Of course I did, it's Valentine's Day and you were sweet enough to want to spend time with me so- here," you said handing him the chocolate bar you had picked out at the store.

"That's really nice of you," he spoke a full blush on his face now as he grabbed the bar from your hand. Hitoshi cleared his throat trying to get his composure back, "I uh- wasn't sure what you'd be interested in, so I had a few ideas but- are you ok with walking to the cafe to get something to drink?" He asked.

"That sounds fine to me," You smiled hugging the stuffed cat in your arms and you both started the walk to the cafe.

"I've uh- been admiring you for some time now," Hitoshi disclosed, as you both walked down the street.

Your face flushed, you'd never met a boy to be so honest and straightforward before. "Really?" You manage to squeak out.

"Mhm-" He nodded. "You work so hard in your courses- I know you'll be an admirable hero one day."

"Oh, thank you- I'm not really sure how to take that compliment," You laughed nervously. "You're in the general studies course, right? What is that like?"

"It's fine I suppose- but I'm working hard training with Aizawa to transfer into the hero course," He answered.

"You're training with Aizawa!?" You asked shocked.

"Yeah- he's your teacher, right?" he asked, as you both approached the cafe, and he held the door open for you.

"Yup!" You nodded happily, entering the cafe. "If he is training you, I have no doubts you'll be transferring to the hero course in no time!"

Hitoshi smiled and glanced at the floor flustered by your praise. "Thank you for that- it's nice to have the approval of someone like you," He spoke causing you to fluster slightly.

Hitoshi ordered your drinks and you both started the walk back to the dorms.

"What do you mean someone like me?" You asked curiously, still taken aback by his comment.

"Hm? Well- I suppose I put a great deal of importance on the hero course so... hearing that a strong hero student like you thinks I have what it takes to make it... It's nice. I'm not used to that. Most people are scared to talk to me because of my quirk or say it's a perfect quirk for a villain," He explained.

"Oh- well don't pay too much attention to those people. Your quirk is amazing and could definitely make for a powerful pro hero. So- just stay focused on your training and maybe I'll see you in my class before I know it," you said encouragingly.

Hitoshi smiled, "I would like that... to be in the hero course but also, to see you more often."

"Oh-," You exclaimed feeling your face get hot again. "I've never met someone so blunt as you- it's refreshing," You spoke hoping your cheeks weren't too obvious.

You both approached the dorms and came to a slower pace. "I don't have any problems expressing my true feelings- if I wasn't training so much with Aizawa I would have liked to ask you out sooner. These are your dorms correct?" He asked.

"Yeah..." You said a little downcast that you were back and already going to part ways.

"If it's ok with you- I would like to take you to eat after classes on Friday," he said. Hitoshi felt his stomach flutter at the way your eyes lit up at his invention. He had admired you from afar for so long that it was overwhelming to see how much you appreciated his attention.

"Yeah! That sounds good," you said excitedly, the stuffed cat bouncing in your arms due to your excited rocking on your heels. "Oh! Why don't you let me give you my number-" You offered holding your hand out.

Hitoshi fished for his phone in his pocket and handed it over. He couldn't help but grin at the careful way you kept the stuffed cat in your arms as you typed out your number.

"Here you go!" You said handing it back to him. "I uh- thank you this was really nice."

Hitoshi nodded in agreement.

"I guess I'll see you Friday then," You spoke feeling hesitant to walk away. You wanted to spend more time with him and get to know him more. You stared at the floor waiting for him to give his farewell and walk away.

"Mhm- I'll see you then. You can let me know wherever you want to go...," he said, and you both silently waited for the other to make the first move to leave.

Hitoshi let out a small chuckle, "I guess neither of us want to go do we?" He observed.

You blushed slightly and looked at the stuffed cat giving it another squeeze, "This was nice- I uh feel calm being around you." You spoke, giving a Hitoshi another flutter in his stomach. He was used to hearing he put everyone on edge because of his quirk. It was intoxicating to hear you felt the opposite.

"Friday will come soon," He spoke and stepped closer to you closing some of the distance. You stared at him with doe eyes, as he moved closer placing a kiss on your cheek. "See you then," he smiled and left making his way back to the general studies dorms.

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee @derangedmango

[lilacgaby]

hiii! i was wondering if you could do “is he proposing or..” with shinsou ?? i lovedddd ur kiri and katsuki ones 🙈🙈

have a lovely day <3

is he proposing or is he sliding his rings on you more often, specifically one you'd never seen before, onto your ring finger?

is he proposing or is paying even more attention to your interests than usual? asking to be added to things like your pinterest boards, seeing your likes on instagram, seeing what softer songs you like, what shoes you prefer, every detail suddenly matters.

is he proposing or is he asking you out more often? you two were homebodies, but he suddenly had gotten the urge to take you out around town.

is he proposing or has he been randomly asking you about what types of venues you like? showing you articles, magazines, and billboards of different places that would be perfect. for what? but he'd never say.

is he proposing or while you were were napping on top of him like you usually would do, you overheard his conversation with his friend, him smilig softly against your skin as he said, "i'm going to marry her soon for sure."

is he proposing or did you two paint each others nails, you'd usually match but this time he opted for you to do a really bad white floral design on his ring fingers, and he did a really cute french tip on you (show off).

is he proposing or is he taking you to the park where you first met, you telling him how cool he was for his performance in the sports festival.

is he proposing or did he plan a picnic, only he chose to get the chinese food from the restaurant you both ate for your first date instead of a normal sandwhiches.

he handed you a fortune cookie as he opened his, he laughed at the thing on his paper. "let me see!"

"no, open yours first." and you did, pulling out the paper that read, 'will you marry me?' "you're joking! stop it--" but he wasn't as he held up a box in his hand, opening it to reveal an intricately designed band that housed a breathtakingly large purple sapphire, accompanied by black diamonds and silver. you noticed it matched the ring you always would compliment on him, saying you'd steal it one day. as you accepted, giving him your first kiss as fiancés, he showed you his paper.

it read,

'new beginnings will spark with your loved one.'

as you looked into his eyes, you knew it was telling your future.

[inumkii]

jealous

hitoshi shinsou x reader texts

friends (or whatever the fuck they are) to lovers

notes: this is my first mha smau eek! who knows if i’ll ever do any more

[with-my-calamitous-love]

post-breakup katsuki, who everyone walks on eggshells around. who channels his restraint not into reeling in anger but to keep himself from pressing the buttons to call you. who sometimes still does, knowing you’ve blocked him and it’ll go straight to voicemail- your voice is the sound he falls asleep to, over and over again on loop. who ranks top ten or even top 5, who lets the world fill him up with praise and hot air, but comes home empty and alone.

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post-breakup shouto, who has called his mom in tears needing to be assured that its for the better, because he has trouble believing it himself. who feels pathetic, hardly able to sooth himself through nightmares or ptsd episodes now that he lives alone. who, like the previous, is so angry and grows exhausted by that anger. who questions if he’s worthy of being loved at all. who swears he’ll never open his heart up ever again- because he isn’t sure he can survive more breakage.

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post-breakup izuku, who takes a couple days off of work because he doesn’t want to let his students- people who he knows look up to him- watch him fall apart. who hopes you don’t forget all the nice things you shared, that you don’t delete the photos or the kisses, otherwise he’ll be the only one stuck with them. who can’t find it in himself to be angry because he just loves you, so, so much, and that love now has nowhere to go.

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post-breakup eijirou, who is normally everyones rock and friend. who is the heart of every friend group but for whatever reason, can’t treat himself with the care and hope he’d give anyone else. who works out just to feel something, knowing that if he’s not in a routine, he’ll catch himself missing you. who briefly considers doing another drastic change to his appearance, because he can’t just tell people that something is wrong. who sees you everywhere- shampoo, sweaters, texts- and doesn’t try to get rid of it. its all he has left of you, now.

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post-breakup denki, who no one takes seriously because he’s so often the butt of the joke, the idiot of the friend group who plays that role well. who still has you saved at the top of his contact list, listed in favourites, and who checks your socials daily because he just wants to know how you are. who can’t delete the playlists he made or change the passwords he used your birthday for. who is more vulnerable and joins in on the joke, because at least being made fun of is a different feeling than missing you.

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post-breakup hitoshi, who has panic attacks once a week because he’s so caught up in thinking he did everything wrong. who, unlike most on this list, deleted everything as soon as he can because he knows if he doesn’t rip off that bandaid, he’ll never do it. who’s had his heart crushed and stomped on cement before, but never thought it’d be because of you. who suddenly doesn’t care anymore what people think of him- villain, hero, who cares- because your opinion was the only one that mattered. who bares the fact that what he thought was love is now a lesson.

[crushmeeren]

Hiii I hope you’re doing well!! I was wondering if you could write Hitoshi shinsou x reader of him absolutely destroying our guts 😊

Thank you!!!

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﴿ Note ⇢ Hello friend! I am doing well and I can definitely write this. I hope you enjoy!

﴿ Another note ⇢ P.S. I write it as ꙳ ﹡ FEM READER ꙳ ﹡ unless specified, but I did try to refrain from using things like good girl, pretty girl, etc. because I wasn’t sure. I did however use female anatomy.

You slam the front door shut so violently the frame rattles, threatening to crack under pressure.

“Everything alright baby?” Hitoshi’s smokey timbre calls out cautiously from the kitchen. He was forewarned about your god awful day out on patrol, so he’s treading carefully.

Your fingernails sink into your palms, teeth creaking as you round the corner to your kitchen. There’s a fury boiling in your chest that’s about to overflow.

“What the fuck do you think? You know how to read, don’t you? Because I already texted you what happened.” There’s a nasty bite to your words, eyes narrowing as your lip curls upwards.

Silence hangs heavily in the air for a few beats.

Hitoshi’s face remains impassive as he stands across the island from you. Casually, he folds his arms over his chest, arching one singular eyebrow at your bitchy tone.

Hitoshi may as well exhale frost when he replies.

“Do you really want to walk down this road tonight?”

Apparently, you do.

When Hitoshi bends you over the side of your bed five minutes later, you’re entirely naked.

He’s got your arms bent and twisted behind your back in the most uncomfortable position as Hitoshi ties your wrists together with part of his capture weapon.

It’s tight — you can barely wiggle your fingers, heartbeat thudding in your fingertips.

A brutal swirl of exasperation and anticipation churns in your stomach. When the underground hero yanks the material even tighter, a layer of sticky sweat gathers in the valley between your tits, and you spasm against the blankets.

“Hitoshi!” You squeak, sucking in air through your teeth. “That hurts, you jerk!” You rise up on your tip toes to try and pull away from his grip, but your shoulders only twinge in protest. Hitoshi looms behind you, snickering as he wrenches your bound wrists upwards and forces you to still.

“Too late sweetheart, you’ve been way too much of a brat tonight for me to care about your comfort. Now, I’m gonna teach you a lesson and fuck that shitty attitude out of you,” he says hotly, confirming what you already knew he was going to do.

A calloused palm presses down in between your shoulder blades, shoving you further down into the bed.

You don’t speak, clenching your jaw in frustration when a hot flush pours over your cheeks. The material of your current restraints dig annoyingly into your skin each time you flex your wrists.

Hitoshi’s hand rains down on your ass, a sharp sting radiating up to your tailbone. He made it his mission for that one to hurt.

A muffled scream of his name punches out of you into the sheets below.

“What is it sweetheart?” He snarls, teasing the soft tip of his cock between the lips of your pussy. “Can’t handle the punishment for being so fucking rude to me?”

Your breath catches, goosebumps taking over your arms. Your clit pulses, pussy eager to swallow his cock whole.

“Well?” He urges, yanking your forearms backwards until your spine arches, lifting your face from the blankets.

Your shoulders ache, throbbing dully and then suddenly a switch flips, all traces of your previous rage draining from your veins.

“I’m sorry Hitoshi!” You sob, voice scratchy and breaking. You shove your hips backwards, trying to get him inside you.

“That’s it pretty baby, good job,” he purrs, gifting you mercy and sliding his cock inside with one effortless motion.

Hitoshi starts fucking you as if he’s attempting to carve a space out inside your guts just for himself. Hips bouncing off your ass until your muscles are going taut, slick pussy suffocating his cock.

He fucks you until you’re a gooey, brain melted mess beneath him. Encouraging you to keep cumming for him, his husky moans dancing in the air when you curse his name.

Afterwards, once your chest stops heaving and your soul has returned to your body, you’re infinitely grateful for a boyfriend like Hitoshi.

“Hitoshi, thank you. I really needed that,” you mumble, throat raw as sandpaper. Hitoshi hums as he swiftly works to free your hands.

“No worries baby. I’ll fuck you into your place anytime you need it,” he teases, tilting his head back in laughter as you punch his shoulder halfheartedly.

Your wretched day is entirely forgotten as you climb into bed that night.

[elssero]

Could you do another secret admirer smau with shinso or midoriya? 👀 your work is too good 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

the set up

h.shinso

-in which his friend messages you from his number and confesses- he takes the shot.

-i’ll have the izuku one up soon !!

[yukioos]

eri, hitoshi’s little sister, is absolutely obsessed with you

as soon as you are on the front porch of hitoshi’s household, aizawa greets you with a rare smile and messy hair pulled up into a ponytail. he opens the door for you, and once you pass by him, he frowns. he’s a bit disappointed hitoshi didn’t open the door for you himself, he’s sure he taught him better than that.

so he announces, “hitoshi, come down! y/n’s here!”

not even a few seconds later, two pairs of feet are running down the stairs, and once hitoshi sees you, he gives you a grin before slowing down, now just walking to you when a flash of light blue hair jumps up at you, and into your arms. quickly, you catch eri and hold her on your hip, and she’s already giggling and hugging you like she hasn’t seen you in forever, when in fact, she saw you a few hours ago when she was visiting your school.

“hitoshi didn’t tell me you were coming today!”

you grin, “well good thing i’m here now, right?”

“yeah, yeah!” she replies, pumping her fists in the air.

you walk over to hitoshi, who has a big old grin stretched across his face. he guides you to his room, but as soon as you’re next to him, he covers eri’s eyes, and she giggles, trying to pry his fingers off, but to no avail. when she isn’t able to see, he places a kiss on your soft lips.

eventually, you, eri, and hitoshi are drawing animals with crayons when eri randomly runs out of the room, bringing already cut-up apples from aizawa. you and hitoshi sit across each other on his bed, going through photos of him and his family. small steps run into the room, and eri sits on the bed behind you, gently grabbing your wrist and putting a colorful bracelet on you, one she made a few days ago but forgot to give you. you quietly thank her, brushing your hand through her long hair as she smiles.

“hey, don’t hog my girlfriend—“ hitoshi jokingly starts, but he’s softly interrupted by eri.

she says, with a wobbly and shaky voice, with tears springing in her eyes, “but— but i want to spend time with her…” and she looks up at him with big, sad eyes as she hides behind you, fiddling with her fingers.

you pat her head comfortingly and assure her, “eri, honey, he was just joking, but we can all spend time together, don’t you think?”

she nods, glassy eyes looking up at you sadly, before you burst out laughing once you look at hitoshi’s hand-drawn giraffe, which was weirdly off colored. you point, and eri starts laughing too, throwing insults at his poorly made and lazy drawing. hitoshi begins laughing as well, relishing the scene of his two favorite girls getting along so well, though at his expense.

but soon, in the middle of a movie, eri’s passed out and lying on your chest, as you’re cuddled up to hitoshi, with blankets covering all three of you. it’s then, when he sees that you’re amazing with children and his whole family, that he decides he wants to marry you.

i’m so sorry i feel like this is all over the place.. wanted to post something for hitoshi’s birthday today sooo.. happy bday toshi 💜💜

[thehouseofurmotha]

Shinsou head cannons!!!

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader (duuuuuh)

Summary: Hitoshi as a bf!!! Very cute and fluffy :)

What it's like dating Hitoshi <3

• Lots of kisses all the time, and I mean alllll the time. He loves to spoil you with his affection. He probably wouldn't kiss you on the lips in public, but would rather opt for small kisses on the hand, or the forehead.

• Speaking about hand kisses, he loves to kiss your hand all the time. It's absolutely his favorite part of your body to kiss.

• He tells aizawa about you while they're training one time. He notices that Hitoshi is happier, and he questions the boy about it. Aizawa tells him that he's proud of him, even if you're in his class or not. (Idk guys I js really love dadzawa (I fear I have daddy issues))

•ANYWAYS! He spoils the shit out of you, he spends as much money as he can on you. And even if he doesn't have much he'll make you things instead. His love language is vry much gift, he loves giving you things. Even if he finds just finds a small rock or something that he thinks you'd like he gives it to you.

•If you're not in the hero course with him he will absolutely sneak you into his dorm to have sleep overs. Aizawa has a soft spot for him and he absolutely abuses this to get out of trouble if you ever get caught.

• He has an emotional support cat! He got her registered so he could keep her in the dorms with him. He would be very upset if anything ever happened to his cat, she's his best friend. She's def a lil chonky cause he can't deny her food, he feels so bad. Her name is probably like Luna, or Smokey, definitely something basic. Or on the other hand it could be something completely different and odd like megatron or some shit.

• I fear I may be projecting, but I feel like he has daddy issues. Maybe an absent father, or just a shitty one. So it takes him a while to come around to the idea of you meeting his parents.

• Your parents absolutely love him, they think that he's absolutely perfect for you and your personalities compliment each other so well. (Grumpy x sunshine)

• He always wants to be touching you in some way, either it's just your pinkies wrapped around each others.

[bloomness]

they’re ALL good tracks 😍😍 and im also fine with track 6 and still shinso 😇😇😇😇😇

you might be sleeping by jakob ft. shinsou hitoshi event m.list

જ⁀➴ hitoshi works late shifts but always comes home to you

contains: gn!reader, established relationship word count: 1.3k

note: all messages are from separate occasions that took place BEFORE the written section

hitoshi closed the door behind him. 

it’s quiet.

the kitchen is clean; dishes tucked away in their respective spots in the cabinets, counters wiped down so well they left an extra shine, floor swept and mopped.

hitoshi kicked his shoes off and dropped his duffel bag near the front entrance before taking a step into the apartment.

the living room is clean; pillows fluffed and placed on the corners of the couches, books stacked nicely on the coffee table, accompanied by three unlit candles and a tv remote, the colorful rug underneath it vacuumed to a tea.

the lights are off and the peeking sun is filtering through the ceiling to floor living room windows, its glow being the only thing that shined in the empty—not physically—apartment.

hitoshi sighs, pushing past the throbbing pain from today’s labor to turn his head and look down the hallway. 

There’s not a single sign of light coming from the right side of the home. laundry room light, off. bathroom light, off. closet light, off. guest bedroom light, off. main bedroom light, off.

nights (if you could even this time ‘night) were rarely like this. 

hitoshi has gotten used to coming home to a messy kitchen; dishes unwashed and stacked in the sink, counters splattered with different spices and sauces, floor partially sticky from whatever recipe was experimentally done earlier that day. 

hitoshi has gotten used to coming home to a messy living room; pillows traveling to every corner of said room, books everywhere—on the floor, in the crevices of the couch pillows, and under the coffee table that was decorated with coffee rings—rug having not been vacuumed for days.

“fuck.” he figured that you had cleaned the room out of pure boredom because of his extra late arrival.

the lights would be on, almost all of them, for a matter of fact—only slightly worrying hitoshi about the light bill. the candles would be lit—unnecessarily so—leaving an underlying aroma of sweet vanilla with a pinch of lemon.

“baby, when you're near”

“it's warm inside”

but most importantly, you would be there; awake to greet him with a big smile, a hug, and a harmless insult that wouldn’t stray too far from the lines of—“dude you stink, go take a shower.” while you waved a hand in front of your face.

to which hitoshi would respond with, “oh, we’re doing the dude thing today? well, i don’t kiss my dudes.” while pinching the bridge of your nose.

though the teasing would quickly end when you would laugh out loud and grab his face, pressing a cherishable kiss to his lips. you kissed him, even though his lips were chapped and battered with sweat. you kissed him, even though it was true, he did smell a little after his ten hour shift. you kissed him like you didn’t give a single damn in the world about what conditions he was under, like you’d kiss him no matter what—because you would.

“sometimes when you stare”

“our hearts entwine”

hitoshi made a beeline for the main bedroom. the floorboards softly under his weight, their soft whine making him more conscious of how quiet it was.

the microwave wasn’t admitting a low, continuous hum from your late-night popcorn snack craving. the tv wasn’t broadcasting whatever movie you picked and were half listening to while scrolling through the daily hero article on the couch, ready to point himout when you spotted him.

he walked past the laundry room. you weren’t there lecturing him about getting coffee stains on his barely worn business suit as you folded it.

he walked past the bathroom. you weren’t there taking a steaming hot shower and encouraging him to join you when you heard him walk by.

hitoshi reached the main door and slowly pushed it open.

“and in the morning i'll be here”

“you might be sleeping without a care”

the bedroom was clean; the clothes that he rushed to put on scattered on the floor in the process if getting ready the other day were put away, the bedside table was clear, the curtains were drawn—allowing a portion of the sun to brighten the room. 

and there you were. laying on your side, half under the covers, and absolutely wiped out.

hitoshi hurried across the room to your side. 

your mouth was open enough to the point where a small drool had slipped out and onto the pattern blanket below you. your hair was askew across your head and face and back, painting a beautiful picture that hitoshi knew a measly photograph wouldn’t do justice. one of your hands hung off the bed while the other was tucked under your head. right beside your face lying flat on the pillow was your phone, whose pixels printed a repeating video on your screen. hitoshi could recognize the video immediately.

the camera was pointed down at hitoshi, who was peacefully resting his head on your chest. his arms were wrapped around your waist as he rubbed his cheek against the fabric of your top. 

“i could lay around forever”

you laughed softly behind the camera, “this is the pro hero that so many people fear.” you hummed softly as you ran your hands through his darkly tinted hair. “all curled up in bed with me. so cute.” you cooed. 

he gripped you a bit tight, holding you close to his heart while he listened to the rhythm of yours. 

“you sleeping, toshi?” you whispered behind the camera.

“you might be dreaming”

“play with your hair”

he wasn’t sleeping, hitoshi remembered. you’d think he would be, coming home after a long day and being absolutely exhausted from work. but hitoshi couldn’t fall asleep, not yet.

not when you were laying so warm underneath him, so inviting. not when you were filling his ear with sweet essences that he had unadmittedly been waiting all day to hear.

his breathing slowed, along with his pumping heart, rhythm desecrating to match one similar to your. the room's temperature was warm, but his skin was burning like he was physically melting into you, body and soul merging into one.

he wanted to savor the moment. he wanted to hold you and keep you close, even if it was for just a minute long before he slipped into unconsciousness. 

the video was taken a while back, maybe a year ago or so. it was from around the time when hitoshi started working as aizawa’s main sidekick. it was hitoshi’s dream job, he remembers telling about it as soon as his position got confirmed. though the promotion meant a schedule change, a big one. his 12pm to 9pm patrol shift got changed to a 4pm to 2am shift. this meant he was coming home late most nights, usually around 3am. 

hitoshi has always been a night owl, he has never minded staying up late. but with you and his life he has to consider how the new schedule would affect you aswell.

you work early mornings and usually have to be up by 7am, which leaves not much time to see each other during the day and only four hours of sleeping next to you each night, which was absolutely dreadful. 

but you have been so compliant ever since he got assigned the role. you cheered him on, saying that you'd be there for him no matter how early or late he came home. and so far, you’ve proven to be faithful.

here you are, resting perfectly, old heartwarming memory that would never fade from either of your minds cycling on your phone until you drifted away, still waiting for him.

hitoshi clicked your phone off and sat down right beside you. he brushed the hair out of your face, watching your eyes flutter as he did.

“and in the morning i'll be here”

“you might be dreaming”

“play with your hair” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “i love you.” he whispered into your skin, hoping that you felt it too.

note: ariiiiiii my love, my life, happy birthday! i added a little extra smau for ur convenience (and for mines if im being so real) i hope this a good enough gift and will suffice your needs by making you smile or giggle or whatever AT LEAST JUST A LITTLE BIT and hopefully i’m not late (i know probably am but hopefully not TOO late) you are an amazing person im sooo glad we’ve gotten to know each other in the past months. i enjoy every ask of yours in my inbox and every reblog and comment you love. have an amazinggg day, i know nineteen will be amazing for you <3

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24 HOURS h. shinsou

✴︎ synopsis : a day in your life dating hitoshi shinsou.

✴︎ content : bf!hitoshi x reader , fluff , kissing , sharing a bed , cuddling , itty bitty teeny weeny angst if you squintttt?? , usage of l-word , silly banter

✴︎ wc : 2.9k

✴︎ a/n : he's so black cat vibes

hitoshi shinsou has been your boyfriend since you saw him at the sports festival and knew he was perfect for you, taking initiative to talk to him and befriend him before locking it in. and neither of you could want it any other way if you tried.

this is a glimpse into one of the many days you spend together, as most couples do.

6:30am

you wake up to your alarm playing muffled, tucked somewhere between your decorative blankets and pillows. your eyes peel open, met with soft rays of sun filtering through your window, bathing your dorm room in it's ethereal glow, partnered with your led lights still set on a dark purple, as well as a deadweight on top of you, arm slung around your waist, basking in your body heat like a black cat.

the reason you had to set your alarm this early in the first place.

you squirm, burning up beneath the combination of the sunlight, layer of blankets and your sound-asleep boyfriend. "hmm... toshi," you hum, eyes flitting down to the only part of his face you can see. his typically sharp eyes are shut, peaceful. you love seeing him like this. the rest of his face is smushed into your pillows, his lavender hair tousled over the fabrics.

he doesn't move a muscle.

"toshi." you mumble, a little louder this time, slowly pulling yourself up. he stirs this time, humming softly, turning on his side before his tired eyes meet yours. you've barely managed to escape the prison of blankets, adjusting your flimsy grey tank top. "it's six thirty. you gotta go back to your dorm." you murmur, eyes still heavy with sleep.

he hums, rolling over and wrapping both arms around you, effectively holding you down. "now.. why would i do that when it's so nice and warm right here.." he mumbles, burying his face into your chest.

"because if you stay too long and leave when everyone's already up, how are you gonna explain being in the dorm room for a class you aren't a part of??" you say, exasperated, trying to squirm out of his grip, but you can't help the ghost of a smile on your face.

he only tightens his grip. "fuck that, i'm in the hero course now." he smiles, voice muffled by your chest.

"you wish." you snort, trying to push him off of you. "now let me go. seriously. you're gonna get in trouble."

reluctantly, with a sigh, he loosens his grip on you and rolls over, standing slowly and stretching his back out. his baggy black tee rides up slightly, revealing his lower back. jesus christ, even the most random parts of him are sexy. "i'll just brainwash whoever sees me first." he mutters, and despite it being unserious, you still respond.

"so how would you explain getting caught in the wrong dorm room, with one of my classmates brainwashed??" you grin, sitting up fully, adjusting your top and your pajama pants that have twisted slightly. he turns to you with a shrug. "say i got kidnapped or something, i dunno." he says in that blunt, soft tone of his.

you let out a breath through your nose, standing up slowly and stretching. "you're so dumb." he doesn't respond immediately, opting to wrap his arms around you from behind instead. "i am not. n'you love it." he murmurs, head dropping to your shoulder. you can't help but shut your eyes, relaxing in his grip.

"can't tell me to get up now. we're already standing." jesus, you can hear the smirk in his voice. "hitoshi, you need to leave now. how's that?"

he hums in faux contemplation, before responding. "and what if i took the risk? what are your classmates gonna do, anyways?" you scoff, trying to move around your room, but he's not letting go. he really is like a fucking cat. "they wouldn't do anything, but i'm sure mr aizawa would have your soul or something."

he scoffs, grinning. "aizawa loves me. m'not even in the hero course and i'm his favorite student." he says, finally letting go. you immediately walk over to your closet, grabbing out your uniform. "yeah, that's actually kinda wholesome when you forget about the fact that it's really fucking weird. you're like his son."

he laughs behind you, and the next thing you know he's turning you around to face him. "walk me out, at least? don't wanna get caught alone incase someone is up. plus you'll probably have a better excuse, since they're your classmates." he mutters, soft eyes staring into yours.

you huff, before mumbling a 'fine.' and grabbing his arm, slipping on your dorm shoes and opening your door quietly, checking the hall is clear before padding out into the open space, dragging him with you to the elevator.

the ride is short, per usual, and the both of you walk toward the kitchen to get to the door before stopping dead in your tracks.

sitting on one of the barstools is momo looking too put together at 6:40am, eyes widening as she sees the both of you. "momo, you're my friend. you cannot utter a word of this to anyone." she only rolls her eyes, nodding with a small smile. a relieved breath escapes your mouth, continuing to drag him along, a little sheepish this time.

the two of you reach the door, stepping out, wrapping your arms around yourself at the chilly morning air. "ok.. don't die, or whatever." you mumble, stepping away to the door, but not before he grabs your hand, pulling you back. you laugh, only able to get out a 'hey–' before his hands are on your waist, his lips on yours. it's a short kiss, and you know he's sheepish about things like that.

"see you at lunch rush?" he murmurs, as he pulls away.

12:45pm

you were hanging with kyoka and mina until the cafeteria hall was a little emptier. hitoshi had something to work on anyways, so you know you didn't keep him waiting. you finally make it into the hall, grabbing your food of choice before heading over to your usual corner. he's already sat there, in his own world, that naturally tired look [but beautiful nonetheless] on his face. he's flipping through a notebook of his, chewing on whatever food he's gotten, not having noticed you yet.

his eyes flit up to you, though, as he hears your tray clatter on the table when you sit down next to him. "what's that?" you tilt your head, eyes switching between the notebook and his face, in which a small smile has made it's way onto. "just training notes. m'still nowhere near up to speed with everyone in the hero course."

you move your hand toward the notebook, a 'may i?' gesture, to which he nods. you pull it toward you, flitting through the notes scribbled down in his messy handwriting. "i'd say you're doing pretty well. you're already set to join us next year, and fuckin' aizawa is mentoring you. plus you won against class B during joint training." you ramble, still flipping through the notes. they're detailed. it's genuinely heartwarming how devoted he is to this.

he shrugs, turning back to his food. he doesn't think he'll ever get used to how you see him. doing pretty well? he also lost a round of that joint training.

you eventually shut the book, pushing it back toward him. those notes have got aizawa written all over them, no pun intended. actually, hitoshi in general has got aizawa written all over him. you're proud of him. for staying determined to be a hero, for spending every moment of free time training for the hero course despite being a general studies student.

you don't even realize you've been staring until he pokes you in the shoulder, tilting his head. "what?"

you blink, before smiling. "you're kinda pretty."

he rolls his eyes, trying to hide the grin on his face. "eat your food."

you scoff, taking a bite of your food, but you continue speaking afterwards anyways. "i don't think lunch rush has ever been as full as it was when lunch started." he raises a brow. "yeah? what'd you do while i was finishing up my assignment?"

"was sitting outside with mina 'n kyoka." he nods, tilting his head. "how're ashido and kirishima?" you fake gag, earning a quiet laugh from hitoshi, before responding. "still going strong. it's hard to believe they were ever not dating."

he nods again, before smirking slowly. "and... jirou and kaminari?" you turn to him, eyes wide, and he knows full well he's started a rant.

"still on that "he's so dumb", "she's so annoying" bullshit. i've literally seen him genuinely enjoying life with her more than any of his other friends recently. they have to kiss or some shit soon otherwise i will genuinely kill myself out of frustration." you ramble, dead serious. because what the fuck??

he grins. you're definitely the yapper in this relationship. "oh yeah?"

"yes. even people from other classes thought they were together at first glance because of that dumb 'flirty-insulting' thing they have." you grumble, taking another bite.

"you know..." he starts, eyes flitting to you, that small smirk back on his lips. "we kinda got that... 'flirty-insulting' thing as well."

"exactly! and you woke up in my bed this morning. goes to show how much they need to fucking date."

the conversation flows so easily between you two, all the time. whether you're rambling about a plot point in that american show you've been binge watching, or he's talking about how training was yesterday, or you're asking him to finally teach you how to ride a fucking bike, or you're eating in silence. it's comfortable.

the both of you finish eating after about 20 minutes, deciding to walk around outside for the remaining 10 minutes before he has to go back to lesson and you have to get changed for training. you've fallen into step with eachother, hitoshi's hands in his pockets while one of yours comes up to fidget with your necklace.

"we still on for after school? sakae closes early today but we can go there first to get my matcha." you suggest, looking up at him. the gentle breeze is curling between you two, tousling his hair and making him look even prettier. sakae is one of the cafés in downtown musutafu, one that you always enjoyed going to, and one he's learned to enjoy the presence of.

he nods, eyes flitting down to you. you're so pretty it's unreal. he doesn't even know how he's walking here with you right now, allowed to call himself your boyfriend. he doesn't really know what love is supposed to feel like, but he knows it's past a crush when his heart sinks just by the thought of you in a bad mood and you're literally all he thinks about during the school day, so he's pretty sure love is what he feels for you. but he's not sure he can say that out loud yet.

"sounds good." is all he says. he's not shy, moreso reserved. and sarcastic. that side of him is so hot. but you like how he can be softer, and clingy around you. "meet me where we usually do."

3:15pm

the last few minutes of class were filled with upcoming training sessions, events, and what we need to improve on, presented by aizawa's harsh bluntness. the usual. and you were glad to leave because jesus, that matcha was calling your name.

you walked out quick, saying a few goodbyes and 'i'll see you back at the dorm!'s to your friends before exiting the main building, walking to the front bench by the student gates where you and hitoshi always been to go downtown. he's immersed in something on his phone, eyes flitting up instinctively when he hears the crunch of gravel under the pattern of footsteps he's learned as yours. "waited forever. thought you'd never show." he smirks, tilting his head.

you roll your eyes, making an effort to bump his shoulder as you walk past. he doesn't move a centimetre. "class ended five minutes ago, you baby. plus your ipad-kid ass seemed perfectly content staring down at your phone just now." you say, hooking your arm through his and starting to walk. he scoffs, pocketing his phone. "had to keep myself occupied somehow."

"it's not my fault your mentor likes to grill us on our progress and what we need to do for our upcoming training lessons." you grumble in faux annoyance, glancing up at him. he rolls his eyes dramatically, firing back with a; "at least you're not listening to cementos yap endlessly about fuckin' economics and the ideal way to be the 'heroes that keep society running'." he mocks in a stupid tone that makes you laugh, which makes him so happy.

"yeah, fair enough. you train willingly. can't blame you, though. i'd die in a general studies lesson." you shrug, and he nods. "you'd disintegrate."

the rest of the 20 minute walk downtown is filled with little remarks here and there, an occasional 'the sky is so pretty!!" or 'omg look at that stray cat over there' between the cracks until you turn a corner, past the small park and into sakae. you check your phone, your lips curling up. "25 minutes before they close. we're good."

you drag him up to the counter with you, taking note of his hand that slides around your waist as you order, the eyes of the lady at the counter flickering with recognition. you've been a regular here since the start of first year, and she's learned to expect him here with you in recent months.

you place your order ; matcha with strawberry foam, which hitoshi hates the tatse of but always asks for a sip anyways just to be annoying, and when you pull out your wallet, he physically smacks your hand away.

"toshi–" "nope." he cuts you off. you frown, watching him pull out his phone and tap it to the card reader, waiting for it to transact before handing you your drink, thanking the lady at the counter and walking out like that didn't just happen. you follow behind him, waving goodbye to the lady before catching up. "hitoshi, what the hell?" you grin, and he's already rolling his eyes.

"you always pay and i feel bad." he mutters, seeing your pretty smile. his eyes drop down to the drink, holding his hand out, eyes expectant.

you shoot him a playful glare. "you don't even like my matcha. m'not letting you fanum tax me this time." his jaw drops in faux-offence, scoffing. "even after i bought your drink and everything like a good boyfriend."

"hey– that was out of your own choice!" you laugh, and he smiles back at you.

the two of you walk back down to that little park you passed on the way to sakae, sitting down under one of the trees. you two have these little moments when you're both free, either using the time to talk and mess around or do your own thing.

it's both today, yourself immersed in a book while he pulls out his notebook and develops a few more notes and techniques, throwing around little comments in between. your eyes flit to him occasionally, the way he's so focused and gets lost in things so easily. his hand moves fast, jotting down potential ways to improve every part of his technique. it's cute.

the sun dips lower and lower in the sky and after about an hour and a half, you're both walking back to campus.

10:00pm

he's been hanging back at your dorm for a while now. he trained with aizawa for almost two hours after dropping you back at your dorm, getting a start on developing his fighting style with those notes he made before heading back, thankfully dropping in unnoticed and making his way to your dorm room.

you've already gotten ready for bed, settling in with him laying down next to you, forcing him to watch the show you've been binge-watching that he pretends to find annoying. eventually it gets later and since your alarm is set at the asscrack of fucking dawn again to make sure he gets up in time to go back to his own dorm, the both of you are about ready to fall asleep at 10:30.

one of his legs tangles with yours under the infamous layers of blankets, resting his head in one of his arms. he places a small kiss on your cheek, mumbling a quiet 'goodnight' which you return, moving closer to him.

a few beats of silence pass before he breaks it. "hey." he murmurs, and you peel your eyes open to be met with his tired ones staring right back at you. you hum, and you catch a flicker of hesitation behind his eyes before he replies.

"i love you."

guess it's not an 'ordinary' day after all. but you're so not complaining.

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