#hitoshi x oc

[hersaladdeer]

Chapter 16: Breathe 🍆

An ongoing ProHero Hitoshi x F!OC fanfic. This gets filthy, enjoy at your own discretion.

"Again." Hitoshi blew out a breath as he pulled Takara's hair forward, forcing her to swallow his length. He gave a throaty moan as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, the spongy tissue a delight to the sensitive head.

Takara obediently did not raise her hands to stop the motion, despite the gag she had to swallow. Her core ached for contact, begging her to draw slow circles around it, to chase any friction she could find. Hitoshi watched tears form in her eyes and began moving his hips back. "Suck." He instructed through gritted teeth, self control spread dangerously thin as her cheeks hollowed once more, her tongue dragging along the bottom of his cock creating a haze inducing feeling in his brain. "Breathe."

It had been two days of Takara trying to go back into the rhythm of normal. She'd answered a few work emails and attended a few meetings ahead of her going back full time. She had gone to assist her grandmother at her shop, slightly annoyed by her grandmother continuing her vow of silence.

Nevertheless, preparing tinctures and lotions with Kiyoko always brought on a strange feeling of peace. Her grandmother had insisted on preparing a lotion for her wound, but Takara hadn't been able to bring herself to apply it. Instead she'd been keeping it dry and covered to the best of her abilities, opting to hold her arm out of the shower and keep it out of frame in her work meetings.

She'd been shuffling her tarot cards in the living room when she heard her patio doors slide open and a happy chirp from Ash as he hopped down from his cat tree.

"You have to stop growing." Hitoshi said as he caught the cat midair, stopping the creature's continued conquest against Hitoshi's capture weapon. "I feel like you're just using the patio doors out of spite at this point." Takara laughed, continuing to shuffle her deck as she gazed upon the man.

"You left them unlocked." Hitoshi pointed out before producing a jingling ball from his pocket and tossing it into the room. Ash quickly gave chase to the new prey. "How's the arm doing?" Hitoshi questioned as he dropped onto the couch beside her. "Don't you always know what card you're going to draw?"

"I can turn it off, you know." Takara smirked, placing one card on the table between them. "And honestly, I don't know. I don't really want to look at it." Takara admitted sheepishly. Hitoshi looked towards her sweater in apprehension. "Have you changed the bandage at all?"

Takara sighed, shoulders falling forward. "I'm sure it's fine. It hasn't started itching, and it doesn't feel warm." Hitoshi stood, offering Takara his hand with a furrowed brow.

"You don't have to watch but it does need to be cleaned. I don't think the doctor will appreciate you showing up in the same bandages you were discharged with." Hitoshi chastised as his hand gripped hers, gently guiding her into the bathroom. Takara perched beside the sink, purposely avoiding looking in Hitoshi's direction as he began unwrapping her arm.

"Where have you been?" She finally asked. He hadn't contacted her after dropping her off at home. Admittedly, she'd left her patio doors unlocked in hopes of Hitoshi showing up, but she opted to keep that piece of information to herself.

"Working." The answer was short as he turned on the tap and began letting water run over her exposed skin, causing a sharp inhale from Takara. She instinctively tried to pull her arm back but was prevented by Hitoshi's gentle grip. "I need to talk with Tao. Privately." Takara was glad she was facing away from the man. She doubted she could hide the disappointment on her face.

"I can give you her number." Takara offered, her eye twitching as she felt Hitoshi begin to rub ointment on her arm. The feeling was unwelcome, not due to his callused hands but it made her aware of the wound. When covered she could forget it, and the creature that had caused it. "No. I....need your help. I need to meet her somewhere there won't be anyone monitoring. I need you to bring her here."

"I thought I wasn't supposed to be involved." The confusion on her face may have been hidden as she continued to stare down her shower, but Takara's voice made up for it. Hitoshi sighed as he began applying fresh bandages, dressing the wound with gentle hands, being careful not to wrap it too tight.

"I know. But it can't come from me." A few of the masked men had known Tao by name, which was not surprising given that they were attending her lecture. What had been a surprise was that they were under the impression that Tao wouldn't have attacked.

But she had given him a direction which had turned out to be correct. The bones did belong to Yonai Xie. The emeralds were a promising lead. But he couldn't figure out why Tao would help him if she was involved.

"Fine. I can ask her to come by tomorrow morning."

"Not in the morning. You have to have your wound checked." Hitoshi released her arm and Takara immediately pulled it back in annoyance. She finally met his overtired eyes with a glare. "I have what?" She questioned as she hopped off the sink, trying to move past the man who somehow took up the entire doorway.

"I'm here to bring you in the morning. I forgot to tell you when I dropped you off." Takara smiled as she shook her head - the man had been tired when he'd dropped her off, but she hadn't expected him to forget to give her the follow-up appointment.

"I can go myself. That way, I can ask Tao to come here while I'm out. You two can talk in private." It hurt to know he'd only shown up because he needed her help, but she knew how much his work meant to him. Even if the sting was undeniable.

It had been a long few days and Hitoshi's whole body felt heavy. He had been monitoring Takara's apartment from the roof of her Grandmothers shop, doing his best to hide his footsteps from the old woman. He suspected Kiyoko knew, but she hadn't opened her window to chase him away. He hadn't seen anyone scoping out Takara's apartment, no odd entities lurking about. He also hadn't reached out to her, some small part of him hoping she'd reach out to him instead.

She hadn't.

"No." The answer was short as Hitoshi wrapped his arms around her, pulling in her hesitant form to his chest. He placed his chin atop her head, taking a deep steadying breath as he did so. The inhale brought her scent - strawberries, and what he suspected was eucalyptus- into his lungs. "I'm going with you. You can stay with Kiyoko when I talk to her."

He felt Takara shake her head as she slowly wrapped her arms around his waist, squeezing him tight. "You're confusing, Gargoyle." Takara said simply, the smile in her voice bringing a musical quality to it. The nickname stung in light of their past meeting. Hitoshi didn't feel like a protector. He felt like he was pulling danger towards her, not keeping it away from her.

"Here." Takara pulled out of his arms and reached under the sink to produce a fresh towel. "Shower, it'll help you relax." She casually tossed a purple toothbrush on top, still in it's packaging. "Toothpaste is there." Takara pointed with her one hand while she covered the yawn that was pulled from her with her other. The casualness of the action pulled Hitoshi's emotions in two divergent directions. Happy and scared, confused and hopeful. Takara shut the door on her way out, leaving the hero to his thoughts.

Takara was putting her tarot cards away when Hitoshi emerged, showered and brushed. He felt clean for the first time in a few days, the warm water relaxing his tense muscles. Seeing Takara safe in her apartment helped quiet his minds incessant worrying. He hadn't bothered getting redressed, opting to wander the apartment with the borrowed towel wrapped around his waist.

"Feeling better?" Takara questioned as he sat down on the couch beside her, the back of his head relaxing into the back of the cushion as he did so. He closed his eyes with a content sigh, pulling a giggle from the redhead seated next to him. Hitoshi couldn't help but smile at the tinkling sound. His eyes cracked open when he felt the shifting weight of the couch, his smile turning into a smirk when he felt Takara straddle him.

"That's not fair." Takara purred into his ear as she pulled his head back by the roots of his hair. Hitoshi inhaled sharply through his teeth, the noise quickly replaced with a low moan as she gently bit his neck, grinding her pelvis against his as she did so. "So pulling hair is on the table, huh?" Hitoshi questioned, moving so that he could catch Takara's eyes.

"Will it help you relax?" Takara questioned with a smirk as his hand snaked through her hair, enjoying feeling of her silken locks through his fingers. "You don't get out of this discussion just because I'm tired." Hitoshi cupped her jaw, turning her head to meet his gaze. "Is hair pulling allowed today, Takara?" The woman smiled and rolled her eyes. "Yes." She conceded with a whisper, trying to catch the heroes lips with her own. Hitoshi used the hand on his chin to hold her steady. "Name calling?" He questioned, reveling in the annoyance that Takara radiated, not allowing her to try and derail the conversation.

"I'd like that." She purred, once again trying to move closer to the man. "I won't tie you up until your arm is healed. But I expect you to listen when I say no hands." Hitoshi's hand slipped from her chin into her hair, pulling her roots back so her head tilted away from him. "On your knees." Hitoshi directed as he released her, the moan that had been pulled from Takara cut short as the tension on her head was removed. Takara obediently obliged, dropping to the floor on her knees, her brown eyes staring into his. He opened his knees wider without her thighs containing him, the towel he had wrapped around his waist concealing his growing erection. "Take off your shirt." He instructed as he reached for her, stopping the hands that Takara had begun to snake towards his waist. She rolled her eyes before grabbing the hem of her shirt, and Hitoshi could have sworn a blush was finding its way onto her cheeks. Takara perky, pink nipples hardened at the sudden exposure to the air as the fabric was torn away from them. Hitoshi reached forward and palmed the mound, the warmth of his palm and calloused hand causing a shiver to run down her spine.

"Do you still want me to show you how I like my dick sucked?" The question came out low, Hitoshi's self control beginning to slip as he took in her pale skin, the freckles that adorned her face, only visible because of the flush he had brought on. Takara nodded, a hand beginning to snake lower towards her own core, the ache between her legs demanding her attention.

"Don't touch yourself. Don't use your hands at all, you little fuck thing." Hitoshi's voice took on a teasing tone as her hand stopped moving, her brown orbs pleading with him as she lifted her lashes to meet his smoldering look. "I want you so needy you beg me to fuck you once I'm done with your throat." Hitoshi growled, his hand gripping the back of her head again, the pull on her roots deliciously mixing pain and pleasure. A needy mewl found it's way out of Takara's mouth as she obediently put her hands in front of her. "Tap my shin if you need me to stop." Hitoshi ordered as he tossed the towel aside, his cock erect from the sight of Takara kneeling before him. She tried to nod, but Hitoshi's grip held her head in place.

"Tongue out, fuck toy." Hitoshi ordered as he stood, not loosening the grip on her hair. Takara obediently stuck her tongue out as he lined his cock up with her mouth. "Show me what you do if you need me to stop." Takara's brow furrowed, her lust filled brain having difficulty processing the instruction as she gazed at the hero towering over her. The angle highlighted the mans build, the broad shoulders and pecs entrancing her, the need to feel his muscular thighs beneath her hands tempered by his instruction. After a moment she reached up and tapped his shin, the jumbled words finally registering in her brain. "You even kept your tongue out. So good for me." The praise only spurred her on, wetness building between her legs as the tension on her head briefly abating. She could feel the need between her legs radiate outwards, wanting to feel his cock fill her once again.

Hitoshi plunged into her mouth, savoring the feeling of warmth that enveloped his aching cock. "Don't look away." Hitoshi instructed as Takara's gaze turned towards his torso. "Eyes on me, toy." Her lashes flickered up as she shifted her hips back slightly, trying to follow his instruction. "Suck." Hitoshi instructed as he began backing his hips up slightly, pulling out of her mouth at an excruciatingly slow pace. Her cheeks hollowed around his length, the pressure prompting a low moan from the man as he drank in the erotic image before him. Takara's doe eyes gazing up at him threatened his self control but he was careful not to go too fast and set a pace that would hurt her. "Breathe." Hitoshi instructed, taking his own advice to steady himself. He continued holding her head steady around the tip of his cock, not letting her fully release him. He watched the confusion in her eyes dissipate as she obediently drew a breath in through her nose, eyes not wavering from his.

"Again." Hitoshi blew out a breath as he pulled Takara's hair forward, forcing her to swallow his length. He gave a throaty moan as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, the spongy tissue a delight to the sensitive head. Takara obediently did not raise her hands to stop the motion, despite the gag she had to swallow. Her core ached for contact, begging her to draw slow circles around it, to chase any friction she could find. Hitoshi watched tears form in her eyes and began moving his hips back. "Suck." He instructed through gritted teeth, self control spread dangerously thin as her cheeks hollowed once more, her tongue dragging along the bottom of his cock creating a haze inducing feeling in his brain. "Breathe." Takara sucked in two greedy breaths, eyes filled with involuntary tears as she gazed up at him, refusing to look away.

"I want you to go faster. Nod if think you can take it, toy." Takara's head bobbed up and down, keeping the tip of his cock within the warmth of her mouth as she did so. "Good girl." Hitoshi pulled her head forward once more, only letting his cock make brief contact with the back of her throat before pulling her off. "Suck, toy." Hitoshi reminded her with a growl, her cheeks obediently hollowing with the instruction. "I don't want to have to tell you every time. It's a simple direction." Takara hardly had the chance to draw in a breath as Hitoshi once again pulled her forward, the tears beginning to spill down the outer corners of her eyes. Takara couldn't tell if it was from the tug on her hair, the feeling of his cock against the back of her throat, or from the effort she was exerting to stop her hands from finding the nub between her legs as she gazed up at the man, his eyes never leaving her as she moved along his length.

Hitoshi pulled his cock from her mouth, a distinctive pop audible as her hair was pulled back. Takara sucked in a few deep breaths as Hitoshi stroked himself mere inches from her face, a smirk plastered across his features. Takara continued gazing up at him, ignoring the tears. "Good job not looking away. I guess you can take directions after all." Hitoshi used his spit covered hand to palm her breast, this time pulling her nipple greedily as he pulled his hand away. His smirk only grew as Takara's hips pushed forward involuntarily, desperate for any contact. The wetness caused her nipples to harden further, a pleading whine escaping her lips before Hitoshi said "Open." Obedient as ever, Takara's mouth fell open, her tongue sticking out as she gazed up at him. She watched his cock twitch as his eyes looked down at her lazily.

"Think you can take more?" Takara nodded, his grip on her head loosening enough to allow her to do so. "You feel so good wrapped around me, such an obedient little thing." Hitoshi praised as he plunged into her mouth once more, his pace faster this time. He pulled himself out for a brief moment, Takara's cheeks hollowing without the need for instruction this time. His cock didn't leave her mouth before plunging all the way to the back of her throat. Takara choked, the intrusion bringing a wave of saliva into her mouth, dribbling down her chin. "I said no hands, fuck toy." Hitoshi chastised as she moved to wipe the strands off her chin, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment. Hitoshi let her catch her breath around the tip of his cock, Takara greedily gulping the air.

"What's wrong, can't take it? Am I too much for you?" Hitoshi's mocking tone caused her eyes to meet his once more as her breathing levelled out. "No, you can take more than that. Open." His grip tightened on her hair as Takara's neck was pulled back. She stuck her tongue out, waiting for him to continue.

Hitoshi wasted no time, setting a pace that made it difficult for Takara to hollow her cheeks in time with his motion. "Your throat feels too fucking good." Hitoshi growled between clenched teeth, looking down at the ruined face of Takara. Her eyes were puffy from his thrusting, her spit dribbling down her outstretched tongue and onto her chest. Her pupils were blown as she gazed up at him, still trying to follow the instructions he'd given her. Hitoshi pulled back suddenly, releasing Takara's hair as he pulled his cock from her mouth once more. He'd been approaching his own orgasm, but didn't want the night to end so soon.

"You've earned a reward, I think." Hitoshi handed her the towel he'd discarded earlier. "Clean yourself up, and tell me what you want." Takara took the towel from his outstretched hand as Hitoshi resumed his seated position on the couch, his cock rock hard before her. Takara's core ached, begging to be touched, wanting to feel Hitoshi deep inside her.

"I just want to make you feel good." Takara confessed, wiping her chin and chest on the towel. "Use me-"

"Be specific, or I'll fill in the gaps myself." Hitoshi warned, lifting her chin to meet his gaze. "I don't want to be too rough-"

Takara surged forward, capturing his lips with hers. The kiss was sloppy, rushed, the power struggle between them reflected in the desperate movements of their dancing tongues. "I can always say stop." Takara pulled away from the man, a flustered smile on her face as she met his curiosity filled eyes. "I want to know what you want."

Hitoshi gazed into her eyes for a moment as he assessed Takara. Finally he grinned, pressing a brief kiss to her lips. He quickly deepened the movement, his tongue begging for entrance into her mouth, and Takara found her arms wrapped around his neck to pull him in closer. "Get on all fours." Hitoshi whispered as he pulled away. "Lose the pants and whatever is underneath." He tacked on with a nod towards her sweatpants. Takara stood and stepped out of them as Hitoshi drank in the pale skin they had concealed. Slowly she dropped to her knees, turning to face away from him.

"You're so wet. Don't tell me you like being treated this way." Hitoshi teased as he dragged his cock between her dripping lips, Takara taking a sharp inhale at the sudden friction. "What kind of girl are you?" Hitoshi teased as he pushed Takara's shoulders towards the floor, dropping to his knees behind her. He used one knee to gently push her legs wider, bringing her throbbing core level with his cock. Takara moaned as he pressed the tip into her but the man stopped as he awaited her answer.

"What kind of girl are you?" Hitoshi repeated, dragged his fingernails up her back, the need to mark her as his hard to ignore. The thought of Takara begging for anyone other than him caused a wave of possessiveness to turn in his veins. Takara moaned, her back arching as he completed the long journey up her back, Hitoshi satisfied with the red trail left in his wake.

"I'm just a fuck toy." Takara moaned as she pressed her hips back, pulling Hitoshi deeper into her. Hitoshi gripped her hips, the tightness around him pulling his orgasm closer. He hadn't fucked her, and he'd be damned is he didn't make her cum.

"You're my filthy little fuck toy." Hitoshi corrected as he slammed his hips forward, fully sheathing himself inside her. Takara cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, the teasing from earlier helping her adjust to his size. She'd hardly caught her breath as Hitoshi set a brutal pace, one hand on the back of her neck, pressing her into the ground as he continued to fuck her aching cunt.

"I am, I am, I am-." Takara felt her orgasm approaching fast, the confirmation feeling like a mantra as she repeated it over and over. Between the filthy names and Hitoshi's animalistic pace after denying her earlier, the waves of pleasure and pain quickly became too much. "You can take it." Takara felt her body convulse, her back arch as her legs shook beneath her. The elastic band that had been rapidly building inside her snapped at the growled praise and she cried out. She wasn't sure if any words had come out or just an animalistic shout as she felt her mind go blank.

"Fuck-" Hitoshi pulled out suddenly and gave a few pumps, his cum painting Takara's ass seconds later. He took a few deep breaths as he admired the image before him, the fingernail marks still visible as Takara's hole gaped, as though it was still trying to milk his orgasm from him, not knowing it had already done so. He released his grip on her but Takara stayed where she'd been contained.

"Hey." Hitoshi dragged a warm hand up her back, leaning forward to wrap an arm around her torso. He pulled her into him, placing her on his lap as he stretched his legs forward. "You did so good." Hitoshi moved a strand of sweat slicked hair from her face with a gentle hand, using his free arm so she sat bridal style in his arms. Takara leaned against his shoulder, a content sigh slipping from her lips as she looked up at him. He felt his heart flutter at the sight - her body relaxed, her brown doe eyes gazing up at him in post orgasmic bliss. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and nuzzled into her, drinking in the strawberry scent. They stayed together as they caught their breath "Can you stand?" He asked after a few moments and Takara nodded, finding her footing beneath her. Hitoshi gently guided her to the bathroom, finding a stash of washcloths where she'd pulled his towel and toothbrush out from earlier and warming it for her.

"How are you feeling?" Hitoshi questioned, unsure if the silence between them was comfortable. Takara placed the towel at the edge of the sink as her eyes met his. "I don't know." She admitted after a moment, a shy blush creeping its way onto her face. She took a tentative step towards Hitoshi.

Despite mere moments earlier where they had been entangled in one another, it was when she wrapped her arms around him and burned her face in the crook of his neck that Takara felt the intimacy between them. Hitoshi hesitated only for a second before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer.

Takara swallowed the questions she wanted to ask - if Hitoshi would ever see her as more than just a fuck toy, if he meant anything by calling her his, if he felt the same unavoidable pull that she did. He'd been clear about their arrangement, and intimacy didn't change that. "Takara?" Hitoshi's voice was plastered with concern as he ran a hand up her back in a soothing motion.

"Hmm?" Takara questioned, his voice pulling her from her thoughts. "Let's get you to bed. Do you need water?" Hitoshi gently tugged her hand towards her bedroom as Takara felt her anxiety skyrocket. "No." Takara assured him, not moving towards the bed. "Are you-"

"Obviously." Hitoshi said with a laugh as he crawled into her bed, pulling her down with him. "I'll be here in the morning. Just relax." Takara nodded, her muscles becoming pliable under his touches, a content sigh spilling from her mouth as he played with her hair. Hitoshi felt her breathing deepen and her body relax, the weight welcome against his chest as she drifted to sleep.

Hitoshi turned when he heard a small chirp, Ash climbing on top of the pillow and making a nest against his purple locks.

Hitoshi took a steadying breath as he realized how happy he was at this moment, the feeling as sudden as it was pure. Takara was passed out against him wrapped in his arms as her loyal companion purred against his head. He sighed, reminding himself that the feeling was fleeting. It wasn't something he would be able to hold forever.

He glanced down at Takara's sleeping form, her hand over the scar on his pec as she slept soundly. Her breathing waa deep and relaxed with a sleepy smile painted on her face. It was then that Hitoshi knew he was completely and utterly fucked. He lay awake as he processed the information, trying to convince himself that he was wrong before sleep eventually took him.

I hate knowing that there's probably only a handful of chapters left in this story. But then again these two tend to do their own thing despite my direction, so who knows.

Link to chapter index.

Link to chapter seventeen.

[sugarlywhispers]

WOW. This was such a roller-coaster of emotions for me. 🥺🤍

SPOILERS AHEAD~

From the very beginning, in which we still don't know who or what Shinsou is and we strugglewith our own complicated feelings. To that amazingly professional scene with Shinsou at the ICU with Maru that had me stressed, gurl (poor woman was in paiiiin, and i wanted to cryyy for her😭). To that amazingly hot experience with Shinsou (jesus lord have mercy on my souuuuul!!! 🥵🥵🥵 He was sooo HOT AND SEXY AND AND, UUGGGHH-). And to the very end, in which after even living a fulfilling life, with marriage —to none other than sweet Izuku🥺💕 that got my tearing up, ngl—, children and completing a career that made me feel like a vocation. Still after all of that, we welcome the end with opening arms. We welcome Shinsou again. Or well, he welcome us into his arms for the very first time~😭🥺 All I can imagine is that moment. To be for the very first time in his arms in the afterlife, and I wanna belive is glorious.✨️🤍

Ms. Author, thank you for this amazing masterpiece~🌼

@ceciliac4 Thank you for such an amazing recommendation!!! 🤍

Until death brings us together Chapter 4 : DEATH

Final chapter of my Ghost Shinsou x reader fic!

You can read it on AO3

Title: Until death brings us together

Stauts: Complete

Tags/Warnings: Shinsou x reader, ghost!Shinshou, modern AU, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Character Death, depression, toxic friendship (not with Shinsou), sadness, pain, needles, perfusion, hospitals, mention of cancer, drugged drinks, ethylic coma, accidental death, suffering, disease, bullying, bittersweet ending

Rating: E

Summary: It starts slowly, insidiously; the sadness, the restless nights, the tears you silently cry at night alone in your empty apartment. That’s coincidently when you start seeing him: the man with the deep violet eyes, and he’s following you.Is he an evil spirit? Is he death? Or is he your depressed mind playing tricks on you?

Chapter 1 , 2, 3

Seguir leyendo

[the-cactae]

A Cozy Cloud

09. Holidays!🏝️

Hello peeps!!

I have a few words to say about this specific comic, so if you read them along, it will just. Make my day.

So this comic is just. Very very important to me, since it sparked the idea of the whole au. A little over a year ago I had this idea of little Tenko going on holidays. And well, to make this come true, I knew I need to actually create specific grounds, so we’re all on the same page there, as to. Why everyone is okay in this au 😅

So yeah!! I’ll also post a music that I highly recommend listening to while reading it; it’s the music I imagined it to happen to and it’s whimsical, it will give you the idea overall.

And well, since holidays are just around the corner, our beloved heroes and their babies will be staying in the lake house a little while longer! 🏝️ yay!

[real-hot-grl-shi]

y'all srsly need to stop slandering my man (monoma) fr like he is not a egotistical asshole who only loves himself and that's it he literally glazes class 1-B. not himself. name one time that he said that he was better than class b. I dare you. he has a inferiority complex and It shows pretty clearly, but y'all just hate him bc he doesn't like class 1-A??? LIKE THATS THE ONLY REASON WHY YALL NGAS HATE HIM 💀

hes good with kids (eri), he knows when to chill out, and he doesn't really even cause any harm to class 1-A outside of season 5 when they were training!! like y'all really need to chill out. Hori literally said in his character sheet that it wasn't 'Noma's fault. LIKE?? like he cannonly got along with mina and ochako in one of the official arts- LIKE YALL CHILL OUT. 

and to some of y'all ngas saying that he ugly- bro. sorry that he looks normal and his hair aint cray cray??? like not everyone needs to look wack or abnormal in a anime. 

(its literally cannon that hes a pretty boy, and he is. ive been thinking dat shi the first time I saw him 🙄)

like if you didnt know anything about the character, mha, or anime in fact, would you look at this nga:

and say "EW HE LOOKS SO UGLY??????///" no 💀 you wouldn't. bc you know ppl that look like him in the world exist and walk on the streets. 🤷🏾‍♀️

y'all really need to stop slandering my man bc if it wasn't for him the hero would've lost. 🙇🏾‍♀️anyway monoma edit bc MY MAN MY MAN MY MANNN!!!!

also this too

BC YALL REALLY NEED TO BE HEARING DIS SHI FR.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

HOW CAN I SNOOZE AND MISS THE MOMENT?

hitoshi shinso x reader

some more boyfriend/relationship thoughts, for his birthday!

inspired by snooze

hitoshi shinso, who knows how to repair bikes. if you have a young sibling who keeps getting into accidents, he’ll patch it all up for them- trying to win those boyfriend points to impress you. he secretly likes when you dote on him for not wearing a helmet, but it ruins the hair he knows you love.

hitoshi shinso, who will gladly stay up all night with you finishing that project you put off. he laughs when you realize why they gave you 3 weeks to complete it. he’ll sit on your bed, on his phone, showing you dumb tiktoks every now and then. when he senses your overworking yourself, he’ll lazily drag you to bed before giving you a kiss on the head. in the morning, you’re blessed to find out he’s finished it for you.

hitoshi shinso, who didn’t really care for books until you introduced him to some of your favourites. now, its his favourite activity to do in his rare downtime. he’ll snuggle up with you, probably his 4th cup of hot coffee on the table, and read through one of the books you’ve recommended. even into the wee hours on the night, hair disheveled and the bags under his eyes pronounced, he’ll stay up reading at least one more chapter. and he does it because he adores the way your eyes light up when you two have something fresh to talk about.

hitoshi shinso, who rarely ever sleeps, but knows you can’t without him. at the very least you need him over the phone. he’ll stay up, playing video games with kaminari, reading a good book or studying, while your presence is there next to him. little do you know, its as much of a need for him as it is for you- he’s gotten used to your soft snores and your warm presence on his bedsheets. he may never get a full 8 hours, but just being with you recharges him enough for the day.

hitoshi shinso, who is a gentleman at heart. zipping up your dresses, always practicing the sidewalk rule, has the deepest morning voice, always gives you his coat, sleeps on the edge of the bed, opens every door for you, spoils you rotten, back hugs you, the utmost respect to your parents, who stares up at you with lazy, tired eyes as you press the snooze button for him, granting the two of you just 5 more minutes of bliss. <3

[mintsbubbletea]

𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨 - 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐃'𝐬

Word Count: 773

Contains:teasing, sparring, flashing, boobies

Proof read and Edited

A/N: @slayfics Since you're going through shit I decided to write the fics I promise hehehe muah also for the other readers you may just plug yourself in.

slays oc

As the school day slowly passed, the students of class 1-A were hard at work training. Each student was paired with a partner, their hero costumes on and sweat dripping from their brows as they sparred and practiced their quirks. Kansa and Shinso stood across from each other, both breathing heavily after finishing their sparring session. With a soft pant, Kansa caught the water bottle that Shinso tossed her way. She took a deep drink, relishing the coolness that quenched her thirst. "You're still taking it easy on me," she chuckled, wiping beads of sweat from her forehead. 

Shinso opened his own water bottle and took a long sip before shaking his head adamantly. "I'm not holding back. I'm fighting just as I would with anyone else." He took another swig of water before continuing, "You're just getting better every day." 

Kansa scoffed playfully, setting her water bottle down. "Yeah right," she retorted. "You expect me to believe that I beat you fair and square in each round?"

Shinso shrugged nonchalantly, taking another sip of his drink. But Kansa wasn't satisfied. With a soft smirk, she spoke up again, making her true thoughts known. "I still don't trust you. Maybe you're just weak," she taunted. Shinso's eyebrow raised in response, knowing full well that she was just trying to get under his skin. "I'm not weak," he said firmly, setting down his bottle as Kansa stepped closer to him.

But Kansa's smirk only grew wider, her finger jabbing at Shinso's chest as she continued to provoke him. "Like hell, you aren't. You're weak, just admit it." Her words were like daggers, piercing through his armor and chipping away at his composure.

Determined not to back down, Shinso tightened his grip on her wrist when she poked at him once more. "Do you want me to prove that I'm not? Is that what you want?" His voice was low and dangerous, his eyes glinting with an intensity that mirrored the fire behind them.

Their standoff continued, each one refusing to give in to the other's will. In that moment, it seemed as if anything could happen between these two volatile individuals.

"Yeah, that's what I've been trying to tell you this whole time," she said with exasperation. Her eyes narrowed as she spoke, determined to make him understand her point. Kansa's muscles tensed as she shifted into her fighting stance, her feet planted firmly on the ground. Shinso mirrored her movements, his eyes never leaving hers.

They began sparring, fists and feet flying through the air as they dodged and countered each other's attacks. Kansa whipped out her weapon, a long, thin whip that crackled through the air. But Shinso was too quick for her, easily evading her strikes. He let out a low chuckle as he effortlessly maneuvered around her.

In a split second, he was behind her, his strong arms wrapping around her torso in a firm hold. Kansa grunted as she struggled against his grasp, trying to break free. She elbowed him in the ribs, but as she did so, the laces on her top came undone. With a loud ripping sound, her top burst open, revealing her bare chest.

Kansa gasped in shock and quickly covered herself with one arm while using the other to try and fix her top. Shinso's gaze turned downwards to see what had caused her reaction. His eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected sight before him.

His cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as he hastily released her, his hands flying away from her chest. Kansa quickly crossed her arms over her exposed skin, a loud, uninhibited laugh escaping her lips. "Shit, I'm so sorry," he stammered, his voice tinged with panic as he reached for the scarf around his neck. He carefully wrapped it around her body, making sure not to look as he covered her up. Kansa shook her head, smiling mischievously as she adjusted the scarf. "If you wanted to see my tits, all you had to do was ask. I wouldn't have minded," she teased, locking eyes with the embarrassed Shinso who couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze. "You didn't have to rip my top like that." She gestured towards the torn fabric peeking out from under the scarf.

The words tumbled out of his mouth in a flustered jumble, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "No! That's not what-" he attempted to say, but she cut him off with a playful smile, struggling to contain her laughter.

"Joking," she finally managed to say, still grinning mischievously. "But hey, thanks for the scarf."

"It's the least I can do," 

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[seraphicloves]

Fingers grazed the screen, caressing his face gently. He was talking to the news about a recent save, the bright colors of the tv lighting up the otherwise darkened room.

"Oh, my love." She cooed, kissing his lips when they do a close up towards him, "Soon you will be mine."

The video shut off, leaving her in complete darkness. She sighed quietly, dropping her phone down on her bed. Then she stood, tracing her lips as though she could pretend they were his.

There in front of her was a beautiful shrine for her darling. She knelt in front of it, admiring the pictures that were there of him. Her eyes fell forward to the single strand of purple hair she had been able to snatch, one night while he eas sleeping soundly. (One of the few times she has noticed him sleeping.)

"I love you, Shinsou." She breathed, her heart already starting to race and heat begin to pool between her legs. He would be hers, to touch and to hold. To kiss and to love. He would be hers.

lori © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything weird with my writing! i like reblogs and comments but please be kind as this was my writing.

[skymar13]

Master list

All my links are messed up

All characters aged up

Multi character

Bakusquad

-Back to school with the bakusquad - https://

-Baku squad reacting to you dying in battle - https

-Breaking up with the bakusquad- https

-Bakusquad being jealous- https

-opposites attract the bakusquad- https

Deku squad

Back to school with the deku squad - https:

Lov

Pros

All characters

Helping 1A student with post war effects - https

Period troubles - https

“I can’t live without you” Tw: character suicide and reader death. - https

Blondes - https

“Just the tip?” - https

Sweet pussy dinner - https

If the world was ending - https

Character specific

Bakugo katsuki -

Class hothead x class sweetheart - https

It’s way too much - https

Pink promise- https

Too little too late -https

Izuku midoriya -

Big number 1 - https

Kirishima eijirou -

The gentle hero - https

The manly hero - https

Denki kaminari -

Secret freak - https

No longer a virgin - https

Hanta sero -

Tenya iida -

Shoto todoroki -

Shota Aizawa -

it’s going to be okay - https

Hitoshi shinsou -

Tokoyami Fumikage -

Neito monoma -

Neito monoma - https

Mic -

Hawks- Mr bossman- https

All might -

Dabi -

Shigaraki -

Mr.compress -

Mina ashido -

When you wake up next to him -https

Kyoka jirou -

Secret freak - https

Ochaco Ururaka -

Momo Yaoyorozu -

Tsuyu asui -

Tooru hagakure -

Himiko toga -

Mirko -

Mt lady -

Star and stripes -

Midnight -

Mei hatsume -

Kendo itsuka -

What I won’t write

Rape / non con

Adult x minor

Incest

Beastiality

Murder or anything of the sorts

Requests : open✅

[arbiterofsecrets]

we finished our banquet around 2 days ago <3

this is a lil drabble of what i think the characters after the text did with you/your oc during prom (inspired heavily by me and my gf's moments during the banquet)

warning(s): tooth rotting fluff, words, a lot of 'em, reader x character, oc x character, not edited, i did this at 1AM, CHARACTERS ARE BELOW THE LAST DIVIDER

panic sets in at the thought of your partner not being able to make it in time for the entrance. that's when they walk in the lobby with the biggest dorkiest smile, their steps light and swift. their goal was to get to you first, to ease the panic that they knew has wafted throughout your body, through your hand that has been relentlessly checking your phone that's expecting a message from them, and through your anxious tapping foot.

you scold them lightly for arriving at such a time, and they could only chuckle and smile while apologizing. it took no effort to forgive them, of course. not when they looked splendid. their clothing perfectly tailored onto them. it didn't matter if they rented, had it adjusted, or made it themselves. they looked wonderful, they stole the lingering stares, just like they stole yours. they held your hand, theirs warm and comforting your cold, numb one.

-

here comes the cotillion. you two dance with practiced steps along with your other partnered friends and batchmates. funny how you gaze at each other with knowing smiles, yet turn to face opposite directions out of the fluttering feeling lingering in both your chests. there were a few wrinkled steps that could have been executed better, but you were both having fun nonetheless.

-

the floor was free to dance for couples of both the juniors and seniors. your batch specifically announcing the songs, and encouraging anyone and everyone to reach the dance floor with a partner.

with newfound confidence, you stand up. your hand reached out to your partner, a soft toothy grin plastered on your face. as if expected, they grab your hand with firm assurance and haste.

your acquainted batchmates and familiar friends of your relationship woo's and wow's were heard and echoed throughout the banquet hall. the teachers only smirk at the nearby table with a, "i knew it" face.

your arm wrapped around them, their's around yours. you both hug each other's body. the coldness of the air conditioning slowly fading with the ribboning warmth circling around your bodies. each step made was simple as you turn and swirl. the monitor in the middle of the hall taking a favorite in you two as whoever is handling the camera keeps switching to you both every other second.

the music seeps into both your ears, the familiar native language turns into honey as you hear the words that you start to quietly sing to the sweetheart view in front of you. the lyrics of the want and need to dance with your partner slowly, and even until the music stops, you would sing acapella into their ear.

-

at the time of rest, you hold each other's hands. laughing and smiling—the glimmer in the eyes of you two viewed by outsiders are like strips of the milky way painting itself in. as the others look at you both, you only see each other.

-

with each love song that plays, another dance is ignited between you two. as a promise was kept the first night you two had confessed, "every love song is a confession from me to you."

character(s): shoto todoroki, izuku midoriya, eijirou kirishima, yaoyorozu momo, hanta sero, hitoshi shinsou—bnha; yuuji itadori, yuuta okkotsu—jjk; sal fisher—sally face; miles morales, gwen stacy, pavitr prabhakar—atsv; koshi sugawara, atsumu miya—hq

[nessthaniel]

a distant admirer

[fio-violet]

Oops, wip my rottmnt oc

Hitoshi is glad to welcome you (^^ )

Yoshimoto Hitoshi or just Toshi

I got curious and wanted to make my own rottmnt oc

In addition, I am already refining his background, his character, and his relationships with others

So he's probably here for a long time.

(Plus, I have plans to write a little bit of his story in general, I hope it will at least be interesting for you)

[hersaladdeer]

Chapter 10: Fear 🍆

An ongoing ProHero Hitoshi x F!OC fanfic. Some NSFW and dark stuff in this chapter.

"Good little fuck toy." The gravely nature Hitoshi's voice had taken on made goosebumps appear on her skin.

"Why don't you take off your shirt, and get on your knees?" Takara felt the warmth inside her grow at the filthy words the man whispered. Takara slowly got on her knees before the hero, pulling her shirt over her head as she did so. The cool air from the room caused her nipples to harden once they were released from the fabric. Hitoshi took a second to admire the scene before him.

"Have you never heard of a front door?" Hitoshi paused, looking between Takara and the patio door he was sliding shut. "This is the front of your building, isn't it?" Takara rolled her eyes as she turned away, knowing there was no point to arguing with the man. She quickly turned to press a few keys on her computer that had been haphazardly placed on a box, shutting it off. She stood, stretching her back out before taking a few steps towards the hero.

"I didn't get the chance to thank you for your help today." Hitoshi smiled at her. "Don't - I wouldn't have gone if grandma hadn't forced me." Takara leaned against the wall, watching the hero as he assessed the room.

"Still." Hitoshi thought back to the confused look on Aizawa's face as Hitoshi had explained the meeting, and being given a book by Tao. Apparently this type of knowledge was not normally available. "It helped. But I have a few clarifying questions to help make sen-" Hitoshi was cut off by a sudden impact to his chest as Ash tackled him. He was as determined as ever to play with Hitoshi's capture weapon.

"Ashen one!" Takara chastised as Hitoshi tried to untangle himself from the kittens grip. As Takara managed to pull the wriggling mass away, Hitoshi deposited the garment on the floor. "He's gotten bigger." He observed, the kitten now requiring two hands for Takara to wrangle the squirming murderous mass.

"Yeah, they do that. I keep threatening to stop feeding him, but he just keeps growing." Takara placed the kitten on the floor who immediately went for the deposited fabric, Hitoshi shaking his head at the ferocity. "What'd you need?" Takara questioned, reminding Hitoshi of why he had knocked on her patio door, scaring the red headed woman.

"This." Hitoshi pulled out the slightly more crumpled paper from his pocket that Tao had translated. "I'm not sure what this is supposed to mean." The letter seemed to have been instructions to extract the ricin from the castor beans. Tao had made a few notes underneath outlining what it said, and a few different interpretations for specific words. The first half read like a recipe. The second half read as a sort of poem.

Each sect slain, the head of houses laid to waste,

The beast had passed and so too did they.

A bloodless slaughter, no war declared.

With new ascension, fresh revival.

Takara read it over a few times, her head tilting to either side as she repeated it to herself. "Did you bring the book Tao gave you?" Hitoshi nodded, handing over the small red book from his pocket.

"It could be in reference to a few things, but if I had to guess-" Takara flipped through the book quickly, looking for a specific chapter. She stopped, reading the first page quickly. "Yeah. This." Takara handed the book back to Hitoshi, the page marked.

The Uniting.

"It's a chapter about how Nagati killed the other gods when she ascended." Hitoshi marked the page, making a mental note to read it more in depth later. "That translation is a little strange. It wasn't like Nagati went on to kill the heads of families. She went after the other Gods to overtake and absorb their dominion. The others were all so old and powerful they thought they were invincible, but Nagati...well, she proved that wrong."

"Including the Goddess?" Takara rolled her eyes, as though the thought was ridiculous. "No. At least, that's not what I believe."

"And who wrote this book?" Hitoshi questioned, one eyebrow raised. "One of the Nagati's human lovers. Apparently she'd taken a liking to the poetry he wrote in her honor, and offered him her stories if he would write them as a poem. They fell in love while he wrote it." Takara handed the book back to him, a smile on her face. "At the very least, it's a pretty cool poem. But I don't think this-" Takaea pointed to the crumpled piece of paper, "is an accurate translation." Hitoshi nodded, taking the book and reading a page in silence as they stood in front of her patio doors.

"So, you and Tao?" The prompt came out as a question despite Hitoshi's intention of being casual. A beat of silence passed between them. "Yes, what about it?" Hitoshi felt Takara's mood shift, her voice becoming more clinical and less animated as she waited for his elaboration. She crossed her arms as she surveyed him.

"She seemed very fond of you." Hitoshi recalled. Fond didn't really scratch the surface of what Tao seemed to feel for the redhead.

Takara pursed her lips. "Well, we dated. She was fond of me. I was fond of her. And now..." Takara trailed off in a sigh, running an anxious hand through her hair. The day had brought up a lot of mixed emotions about her ex. She'd been Takara's first love. But she had broken Takara's heart with her ultimatum. They had gone from seeing each other everyday to not speaking overnight. Takara had never felt as alone as she had in that moment when Tao had turned and wordlessly left, taking all the sweet nothings and promises with her as she did.

"I wasn't sure if it changed anything for you. Knowing how she still felt could change whatever this is." Hitoshi's voice trailed off as Takara scrutinized him, her brown eyes sharp as ever. "If all it took to win me over was to have someone fall to their knees, I'd have you too." Takara teased, a smirk playing across her face before being replaced by concern. "Do you ever sleep, or only when you pass out here?" She questioned, looking at her phone to check the time before looking back at the heavy circles under Hitoshi's eyes.

"You're still up too." Hitoshi stood up to stretch, the day of patrols leaving him a bit tired as he raised his hands above his head. "Besides, you didn't text me." Hitoshi turned to remove his boots and place them by the door, deciding that he could use some company for the evening. Takara didn't protest.

"I got caught up in unpacking. And I finally got the chance to pick up some of my favorite tea - I haven't been back to that area in a few months." There were considerably fewer boxes crowding the space beyond the door, with a pile of empty boxes haphazardly assembled into a play area for Ash. "Don't tell me you were worried about me!" Takara let out a small laugh as she hugged the hero from behind, feeling him tense and then slowly soften at the sudden contact.

Hitoshi had been silently dealing with the worry for the week he hadn't seen Takara. He hadn't called it worry, of course. He'd called it confusion - where had she gone? He'd called it greenhouse observation even though he was staying on the roof long after he normally would. He had stayed until the early hours of the morning, when he had been concerned he would fall off the roof from exhaustion if he didn't move to wake himself up.

Hitoshi realized he'd been silent for too long as Takara rested her head against his back, leaning her weight into him. "Hey," her voice was gentle as she squeezed him around the waist, the warmth of her body pressing into him. "You don't have to worry about me. I've been taking care of myself for this long, and I'm doing pretty okay."

"I wasn't worried." Hitoshi placed a hand over one of hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I just came by to let you know you're a liar." He felt Takara scoff as she released him, placing a playful push against his back as she did so. "So you came to call me names?" Takara questioned as Hitoshi turned, picking her up in one swift movement. Her legs instinctively wrapped around him, a smile bursting across her face as Hitoshi spun them, placing her down on the bed softly underneath him, her arms wrapped around his neck.

"I seem to remember someone liking being called names. Or does that only extend to me calling you a cheat?" Takara blushed at the memory his teasing invoked. She could feel the trickling of anticipation begin between them as Hitoshi leaned in to kiss her. It was strange - in all the ways their first kiss had been soft and chaste, this one was warm and slow. Hitoshi's mouth moved against hers, begging for entry which she granted him. His arms found her waist and pulled her flush to him, her arms wrapping around his neck. The waft of silken strawberry he smelled whenever he got close to Takara was like a gentle caress to his senses, one that was growing more and more familiar with each passing day. "We should talk boundaries." Hitoshi whispered as he pulled away, much to Takara's disapointment.

"Must we?" Takara's smile turned mischievous as she pressed a kiss to Hitoshi's neck, her arms snaking around his waist. She kissed the sensitive area first, before gently sucking the flesh. Hitoshi groaned, impressed by her attempts at distraction. "I can leave out your front door, if you prefer." Hitoshi offered. Takara's movements stopped as she pulled away. "Fine." She sighed, crossing her arms once as she reigned in the growing need she felt.

"Can I call you names?" He questioned, suppressing a smirk at the woman's annoyance. "Sure." Takara answered shortly. "Any that you want completely off the table?" Takara bit her lip before looking away, shaking her head. Hitoshi's eyes narrowed. "If you're going to lie to me-"

"No, no, it's not that. Calling me a liar just feels weird. It doesn't-" Takara's face was painted with confusion as she shrugged in silence. "Get me going?" Her explanation finished in a question as Hitoshi nodded. "So what does?"

Hitoshi knew there was something on her mind when the blush appeared on her cheeks, a smile being reigned in with a bite to her lip as she surveyed him. "Fuck toy?" Hitoshi felt himself harden at the whispered confession as Takara looked up at him, her eyes a mix of swirling curiosity and lust. He didn't miss how she didn't try and cover up or shy away from her wants, unlike their first night together.

"Interesting. I think I can manage that." Hitoshi repressed the urge to bring Takara to her knees for him and treat her the way she desired, until they figured out the exact terms. "You like that." Takara observed as she stepped closer, her arms once again wrapping around him as she pressed herself into him, her brown eyes staring up at him from where her chin rested on his sternum.

"Can I pull your hair and show you how I like my cock sucked?" Hitoshi asked, gently placing a stray strand of her hair behind Takara's ear as his other arm wrapped around her. "Tapping my thigh twice is your stop cue in that case." Takara nodded up at him. "And if I were to bend you over the bed after?" "I think I'd like that."

"What do you say if you need me to slow things down?" Takara was amazed at the dichotomy of Hitoshi as he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead after he asked his question. He only seemed affectionate with her in brief spurts. "Slow?" Takara questioned with a laugh as Hitoshi nodded, a smile spreading across his face as he did so. It was a smile filled with warmth and longing.

"And if you need me to stop completely?" Takara found herself mesmerized by the warmth in his voice and eyes, so unlike the man had been this afternoon. "Then I say stop."

"Good little fuck toy." The gravely nature Hitoshi's voice had taken on made goosebumps appear on her skin. "Why don't you take off your shirt, and get on your knees?" Takara felt the warmth inside her grow at the filthy words the man whispered. Takara slowly got on her knees before the hero, pulling her shirt over her head as she did so. The cool air from the room caused her nipples to harden once they were released from the fabric. Hitoshi took a second to admire the scene before him - the gorgeous, shirtless redhead on her knees, looking up at him expectedly. The golden hues in her eyes were highlighted by the gentle lamplight Takara had unpacked. She was breathtaking under a golden glow.

Hitoshi undid the fly of his pants, allowing his cock to spring free. Takara looked up at him awaiting direction. "Hand me your shirt." Takara looked confused for a second before looking around and grabbing the previously discarded article before handing it to him. "Can I blindfold you?" As much as he wanted to look into her eyes while his cock was stuffed in her throat, the thought of her blindfolded was too tempting to not explore.

He'd seen many expressions painted on Takara's features, but fear hadn't been one he was particularly familiar with. Until now, she'd only shown fear when the power had gone out and the room had been plunged into darkness. The immediate disappearance of excitement, the way her body shifted away from him by an almost imperceptible amount, the way her previously flushed cheeks had drained so rapidly of color. This was a reaction Hitoshi was unfortunately accustomed to due to his quirk. In this moment, Hitoshi realized, Takara was afraid of him. He dropped the shirt as though it had delivered an electric shock.

"I-I-" No wasn't what Takara had wanted to say tonight. She trusted Hitoshi, but the thought of being in complete darkness was still terrifying regardless of who her companion was. "I-No. No, I don't want that. No." When Takara didn't rise from where she was kneeling as she began a flurry of refusals, Hitoshi knelt down to her level instead. "No blindfolds." Hitoshi's voice was gentle as he slowly reached his hand out to grasp hers in fear of startling her. The fear hadn't fully left her face as she surveyed him. "I didn't think of it. As a hard boundary, when you asked. But I always want to be able to see." Hitoshi nodded as he rubbed his thumb along the back of her knuckles. "That's all you need to say."

"I can't do this tonight." Takara grabbed her shirt from where Hitoshi had dropped it and pulled it over her head, not meeting his gaze as she rose and turned, flipping on the light switch to the overhead light as she did so. The room was washed in a bright, white light. "Do you want to use these doors, or the other ones?" Hitoshi's brow furrowed in confusion. "We don't have to do anything, but does that mean I have to go?" He was concerned - clearly he'd touched a nerve, and he wanted to help soothe the jolt of anxiety he'd caused the woman.

"I don't know. I just-" Takara turned to face him, comforted by the increased lighting levels. "I figured you had better things to do if we weren't going to...fuck." Takara finished her sentence crudely as she tried to find a more evocative word and came up short.

Hitoshi opened his mouth for a second before closing it and reconsidering his words. "I will go if that's what you want. I'm not upset about anything that just happened. I'm just concerned for you, and the reaction you had."

"I didn't know it was a hard boundary until you asked me-"

"I believe you. I don't think you're lying, Takara." Hitoshi cut her off, once again grabbing for her hand. "But you were just afraid, and I don't want you to be afraid of me." Hitoshi bit his tongue to keep himself from elaborating. He didn't want to explain how people had always looked at him with fear. Once people knew about his quirk they were guarded, careful. He'd always had to earn people's trust. Becoming a hero had helped with that to some, and made him more untrustworthy to others. "When people learn about my quirk, they're always afraid at first." He could offer her a sliver of an explanation.

"'Toshi." Takara knelt down next to him with a sigh. "I'm not afraid of you. I'm afraid of the dark." She said it as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, but Hitoshi still had a hard time getting the look in her eyes out of his head. "My grandmother controls fear." The strange turn in the conversation had Hitoshi's brows furrowed once more. "What?"

"My parents thought maybe I did too. It looks like...darkness, but it moves like water." Takara tried explaining the shadows she'd seen her grandmother conjure. "They thought I may be able to as well. My grandmother found out when she fell into the river one day and almost drowned. Her own fear saved her." Takara swallowed the lump in her throat before continuing. "My father couldn't do it, but to be sure my grandmother had him hold a tarantula everyday for a week."

"What?" Hitoshi repeated again, shaking his head. "Why did they have to be sure-"

"Physically manifesting and manipulating fear can be deadly if it's uncontrolled. In a real, truly fearful situation if you haven't learned to reign it in..." Takara trailed off with a shake of her head. "So, my parents locked me in the basement for a few minutes everyday for a while." Takara said it so casually that it took a second for Hitoshi to process what she was sharing with him. "What!?" Hitoshi repeated a third time, his voice filled with anger. "That sounds bad." Takara admitted sheepishly. "They would be on the other side of the door with a timer. I would cry so hard I'd puke but....yeah. I was afraid of the dark, so they put me in the dark for a bit to make sure nothing happened." Takara tried not to think of the darkened room, the sliver of light from under the door even being smothered with a towel to prevent any reprieve from the imposing darkness of the cellar. The way her tiny fists had hurt from how hard they would bang on the door. The way her voice had been lost after the third day from screaming so much.

"That's barbaric." Takara shrugged. "They had to be sure." She said simply, wrapping her arms around herself as she did so before heavily sighing. "None of this is your problem, but I wanted to make it clear that I'm not afraid of you. Just, no blindfolds." Suddenly the sliver of truth Hitoshi had offered her felt inadequate in the face of the confession she'd offered him. But he simply nodded. "Do you want me to go?"

"No." Another freely offered confession from Takara. "But I figured you were here for translation context and fucking. I didn't think you would want to spoon and sleep." Despite himself, Hitoshi smiled. "We're friends. We can spoon and sleep.''

"Don't tell me you spoon that blonde." Takara teased as she made her way into the bedroom. It took a moment for Hitoshi to figure out who she was referring to.

"Denki?" "Yeah, the blonde." Takara teased as she tossed her pants unceremoniously into the room, crawling into bed with her panties and shirt on. "No, I don't spoon Denki." Hitoshi confirmed as he stripped off his sweater and pants before crawling under the covers. He shifted closer before wrapping an arm around the woman's waist, dragging her further into him. Strawberries once again enveloped his senses as he pressed a kiss to the back of her head.

"Good." Takara said sleepily, her eyes suddenly heavy with the emotional toll of the day. Hitoshi laid with her processing what she'd shared, and reflecting on the day the power had gone out. He hadn't realized how much trust she had put in him that night, the time with her now painted in a new light. He held her a little tighter, breathing in her scent as he let sleep take him.

Hitoshi stayed longer than he normally would the next morning. He had always tried to sneak out while it was still dark to try and avoid suspicion. That morning he had stayed until the sun had risen, not wanting to leave Takara alone in the dark.

I feel like I go into these chapters with a plan and the characters laugh at me and do whatever the hell they want. This is another case of it.

Link to chapter index.

Link to chapter 11.

[cielob03]

Art from August 2024. [Art Trade- Hitoshi Shinso x Kin Yue // Eddy G [OC].

Here I bring you AT [Art Trade] number #13! This time we have a cute sleeping couple, coming from Boku no Hīrō Akademia/ My Hero Academia! x3 💙

Even heroes need a break from time to time, and what better than being asleep next to a beautiful lady with hair as beautiful and curly as hers? x3 It's obvious that these lovebirds enjoy their alone time, so nobody wake them up, please!

I really enjoyed drawing this girl, her design is so cute! And for some strange reason, I loved her sleeping face, it looks so cute to me! x3 … A few more hours and there will be a drool stain on the boy's shirt, I know it and you know it (???

AT requested on facebook. This beautiful heroic girl is called Kin Yue and belongs to Eddy Gogo, Please go and give your love~ 😘

✨💙 I hope you like it! :3 💙✨

Eddy Gogo Social Networks: 💟Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/egp_bkd

[the-cactae]

A Cozy Cloud

10. Big Boy Decisions🌳 1/2

(Mild manga spoilers)

Hiii! I’m back with Cozy Cloud!! This part is huge one, the continuation is right HERE!

Hope you like it 🎀

[soniarten]

Hiiii it’s been a whiiiiiiiiiiileeeee!!!

I had a burn out bc of work and gave up on drawinv but then boom with a lot of rest I got better :))) I really got into Mha again so I started to redraw again it felt good lol and know I do a lot oh mha x OC things !!

[with-my-calamitous-love]

I DONT LIKE ANYONE EXCEPT SOMETIMES YOU

shinso x reader

thoughts about how shinso would act in a relationship. same premise as the kirishima ver.

inspired by backburner

hitoshi shinso, who’s facetimes with you always run late into the night. you ramble on about your day while he hums in response, knowing that you know he’s not the talkative type. he never asks “how was your day?” he always says “tell me about your day.” because he really, truly wants to hear about your day. you could have cured a disease or simply just gotten out of bed, and he’d still want to hear every single detail simply because its from you.

hitoshi shinso, who loves to cook. only you're aware of it, because he doesn't always like sharing personal details with others, but you never complained- it just means more for you. you're always the first person that gets to try his food, though he claims you're not a very good critic. but you can't help it, everything he makes tastes so good. and with every compliment you shower him in, he'll hit you with a 'yeah, yeah, whatever.' and then next moment, make you more so you can always stay fed during long days at UA and long hours during hero-training. its his silent way of telling you he loves you.

hitoshi shinso, whose cats love you more than they love him. he has three triplets, a black british short hair, a siamese, and a grey ragdoll- pepper, lexi, and mustache- he absolutely hates the last name, but he had just adopted the kitten and you named it for its white streak right below its nose. he'll deny it forever, but he gets pouty and huffs in annoyance whenever he sees the cats run to you, even after he's fed and taken care of them for all of their lives. but he also cant deny the way his heart skips a beat whenever he seems them cuddled up with you on his bed, wearing one of his big t-shirts. it softens his heart in a way that nothing else does- your love fills his heart more strongly and more passionately than anything does.

hitoshi shinso, who is the closed-off, funny but quiet dickhead of his friend group. he's known for his out-of-pocket roasts at the right times and his nonchalant nature that contrasts with the loud, spunkiness of his multicolored-haired friends. but with you, he softens. the few times he's brought you along with him to movie night or training sessions, you've softened his heart enough for the love in him to seep out towards others as well. whenever you crack a joke, make someone else at the table smile, and draw laughs and happiness from their chests, a blush blooms across his cheeks. obviously, he fell for you, how could he not?

hitoshi shinso, who's favorite activity with you is your sunday-ritual. you'll wake up together, either in the same bed or over the phone, and bike down to the coast. you'll bug him about wearing a helmet, but he always complains that it ruins your hair. he'd never admit that its because he thinks you're absolutely adorable when you dote on him. afterwards he'll share a smoothie with you- he hates all the flavors except for mixed berry, which is the one he always insists on getting. he hates the the overpricing for what the product actually is, but loves the smile it puts on your face after a tiring bike-ride. and afterwards, you two will go back to either his of your place. his place if your parents aren't home, and his place when his parents are home, and binge watch a long t.v show of your choosing. he'll always complain that its stupid, poorly written or drawn out, but get pouty whenever you watch an episode without him. it's the one thing he looks forwards to at the end of a long week, drawn out with endless studies, training, and burnout. you're his safe place, and he needs it more than he'll admit.

hitoshi shinso, who somehow remembers every tiny detail about you. his mind works like gears, arranging formulas and deciphering codes, but the intellect of his mind makes you its priority. he remembers the way you pick your nails and cuticles when you have anxiety, and how placing his warm palm over yours soothes some of those thoughts. he remembers how prefer to tie your hair back during training but how you somehow always forget a hair tie- and he knows how you always give him a peck on his cheek once he shows off the one he's been keeping on his wrist for you. he remembers how you can't sleep without your nightly calls, and how he needs to hear your voice before he drifts of too- maybe more than you need it. he remembers the first day you met, the first thing he said to you, the first time he ever felt love for you. he remembers all of it and keeps it embedded in his heart. hitoshi shinso may seem like he hates everyone, but the one exception to that is you. and he'll remember that forever.