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[hydrangeapartridge]

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

You fall into a routine with Hitoshi. A dangerous one. Dangerous for your sanity. Because it just feels too real. Like he’s an actual colleague, or a roommate, made of palpable flesh, supported by solid bones. You tend to forget he’s not even breathing.

He’s with you at work when you take your break alone; he’s here on your couch in the evening when you need to talk about the upsetting things that happened during your shift. He’s here in the morning, teasing you about being a zombie before you had your coffee. You have his undivided attention when you talk, as he has yours when he sometimes tells you about his parents with watery eyes in the late nights of the week-end. He doesn’t want to go see them; you asked.

Since he’s become your supernatural roommate (companion? Friend? ..? You don’t know, you’re not afraid of him, but of what you want to call him), you’re…. better. Surprisingly so. You should be afraid for your sanity; you still had the pills you wanted to take when you first noticed him, but things in your life are weirdly easier. It’s easier to talk with your colleagues, the doctors seem nicer, more approachable. More human. You truly realize you’re all in this together, and they’re flawed like you are, but it’s fine because Dr Stiles has a beautiful wife that he likes to call “his heart” and one of your stoical older colleagues is a grandmother now and talks about her grandson with tears of emotion in her eyes. They are touching. They are people like you are, and not robots who do the same routine as you,; people that you pass by without seeing them, without caring, despite being a nurse.

Kagura even apologizes to you one day. You accept to hang out with her again, because she’s not so rotten, just insecure. You only promise yourself you won’t make the mistake of not setting boundaries with her this time. Oddly you have a feeling it won’t be a problem. When you hear her laugh again for the first time in weeks, it brings a smile to your face.

Generally, you tend to see the silver linings of things a lot more than before, the brighter side of negative events, the glass half full. And it feels great actually. You feel better.

Your life is far from perfect, and work is still difficult, but you truly feel better. You even go as far as starting random conversation with strangers at the mall, in the café where you still like to hang out. There you often chat with the new barista, the one with freckles and a smile that feels like sunshine. You even got his number. His name is Izuku. But Izuku’s not the one towards whom your thoughts always drift out without your consent.

It’s bad, how important Hitoshi became in your life; how close he is to your heart, he who doesn’t exist anymore. Thanks to his presence, you never feel lonely; you’re capable of being brave; braver, because he’s never too far away from you, even when you can’t see him. And because of it, you selfishly refuse to let him go.

You did research on ghosts, browsing weird websites to gather information you’re not sure you can trust. And you’re convinced he’s here for a reason, which probably isn’t keeping company to a depressed meaningless little nurse. Yet you don’t want him to leave you, so you ignore all the stuff you read about ‘accomplishing something so they can finally rest in peace’. Given how he’s gone; how could he ever be at peace? All that stuff’s probably bullshit anyway… right? Sometimes you still feel guilty for not telling him about those unscientific researches; for not at least trying to set him free.

He never approaches the subject of the future with you. Maybe he’s content with your actual situation? Or maybe he can’t wrap his mind around the concept of leaving forever. Of disappearing. Everyone’s a little afraid of death. Maybe that’s just why he’s here in the first place? Because he doesn’t want to make the big jump. Because his death was so sudden he wasn’t prepared to go; and he’s still not ready to go.

That night, you’re in your bed, musing over all this bullshit under your blanket, unable to sleep.

You can’t sleep because you’re thinking of him, and those thoughts treacherously go towards the feelings you’ve grown towards him.

If only he was still alive. If only he was a resident in your hospital, things could be much simpler. Would have been much simpler. You don’t know the guys who did what they did to him and either they don’t care or they are traumatized. Either way you hate them. You feel like they robbed something from the both of you.

You could have loved him. Would have loved him.

It’s easy to let your thoughts wander to that fantasy. You imagine dates in cafés, ice-cream under the sun at the beach… and then more intimate situations.

Mindlessly, your hand has travelled down your stomach and between your legs. During one second you feel ashamed of what you’re about to do. But the desire burning deep into your core is stronger. Your libido has been down for months because of your state of mind, and now that its awakened, the need you feel for release is unbearable.

It’s not difficult to imagine Hitoshi above you. Your creative mind offers to fill in the gaps as you picture his naked body; lean but muscular., taking you while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear in that smooth voice of his. His resonates clear and deep in your mind and his half-lidded purple eyes watching you are easy to picture.

“Hitoshi please” You don’t hear yourself breathe his name with your pulse pounding against your temples.

You’re almost there.

“Yes?”

His voice has the effect of an icing shower and you jolt up, grabbing your blanket to hide yourself, to hide the activities you were abandoning yourself to.

“W-what are you doing here? How long have you been here?” You ask too quickly, a little panicked.

“I just arrived, I thought you called me”

“I didn’t.. I-”

You stop when it occurs to you that maybe you moaned his name. A desperate groan escapes you and you hide your burning face under the blanket. A moment of heavy silence, and then Hitoshi dares to ask : “Were you doing what I think you were doing?”

You roll yourself until you’re a blanket burrito facing away from him.

“Do you want me to leave?” He asks next, maybe a little bit embarrassed. At least he doesn’t sound angry.

You groan again and try to disappear into a mountain of blankets. You’ll never be able to look him in the eyes again.

There’s a moment of silence, and you think he’s gone, never to come back given how disgusted he must be with you.

But you think you feel the blankets shift when in truth they don’t shift at all, and his voice is closer to your ear when he says. “I have to admit I’m kind of flattered”

You peak out from under your blanket, face so hot you’re surprised there isn’t smoke coming out of your ears. “Really?”

Hitoshi, who’s lying on his side ontop of the covers, facing you, graces you with a bashful smile. “Really”

“You’re definitely not real”

He chuckles at your comment, the sound of it music to your ears.

“I’m sorry” You mumble, mouth hidden by your blanket.

“I’m sorry too….” He tells you, and then there is a shift in his eyes. “That I can’t be with you like this”

He’s very intently looking at you, and the mood changes back to something more serious. “That I can’t touch you the way you want me to” He continues, and the way his voice lowered has you shiver. The tension is back in you, the desire renewed between your legs from just a few words.

“I wish I could feel how soft you are, how smooth your skin is” He confesses, his dark amethyst eyes never leaving your body, trying to see more, like he can see through the barrier of your blanket.

One hand slowly moves towards you, and although he can’t, it’s like he’s cupping your cheek. “How sweet you would taste”

There’s a tingling in your lips when his thumb ghosts over them. It’s like you can feel him there next to you. The warmth of his touch, almost real, sending electricity coursing in your veins wherever the echo of his skin touches yours.

“I would kiss those perfect lips”

His fingers travel down to the hollow of your neck, and his face comes closer, his lips close to your ear as he whispers: “I would make love to you all night long”

A sigh escapes you and the previous ache you felt in your core awakens again, burning ten times harder. You’re probably going mad at this point, because no one touching you as ever felt as good as Hitoshi just being here next to you, talking to you.

“Go on, don’t be shy, let me admire you, my pretty kitten”

The pet name makes your cheeks heat up. Still, you push your blanket away, unashamed of showing him your body now that you’re excited. You instinctively know he’ll take care of you and help you tend to your needs.

“Yes, just like that. You’re so beautiful” Beside lust, there’s a hint of another emotion in his voice, something like regret or sadness that he’s trying to hide. But your brain stops focusing on it the second he says:  “Now touch yourself for me.”

Your heart skips a beat in your chest before it races, your blood pounding in your ears. You close your eyes and let his voice guide you, fill your mind until the only thing you can think about is him. Obediently, your hand travels down to resume your previous activities. Hitoshi is so close to you. You’re sure he’s watching your every move. You’d love to see the look in his eyes; maybe he’s licking his lips from time to time. But you still feel a bit shy and it’s easier to keep your eyes closed and abandon yourself to the pleasure you’re sinking into.

“That’s it. My sweet kitten. So nice to everyone. You deserve to feel good”

You whimper, the pace of your hand on your clit increasing. You’re so close already. You’ve never been so aroused so quickly and if you weren’t so lost in the moment, you would feel ashamed of nearing the age so easily.

“Let me make you feel good”

He’s so smooth, feeding you with praises in a steady flow that brings wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through your whole body. Slowly your arousal builds up with the way he keeps bringing it higher and higher from his voice alone, like he’s growing a fire by slowly but meticulously blowing onto its embers.

“I want to hear every breath I would draw from you”  

The ghost of his touch tingles under your skin, warm and inviting, comforting.

“Say my name again”

You obey, crying out his name just before a powerful orgasm steals your voice and all the air from your lungs.

It takes you a moment to come to, and when you open your eyes, Hitoshi is still lying next to you, a wickedly satisfied smile on his lips. You feel shy again, exposed in only your underwear when he’s fully dressed. You bring the blanket up to your neck and his smile becomes gentler when he sees the way you’re blushing.

“Feeling good?” He asks, shifting closer.

“Perfect” You whisper. “Thank you”

“My pleasure” The melody of his low purr almost makes you want to have another go at whatever ghost sex you just had. But your muscles are sore, and you feel exhausted.

You don’t have time to ask him if you can somehow return the favour, even if he doesn’t have a body, because your eyelids fall heavily over your eyes, and you feel yourself helplessly drifting to sleep.

“Sweet dreams kitten” He whispers, and as you close your eyes, there’s a warmth on your forehead where you imagine he’s gently kissing you.

“Good night Hitoshi” You try to whisper before falling asleep.

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The next day, you are in an excellent mood. You spend a lazy Sunday at home, drinking hot chocolate while watching a movie as rain pours outside your window.

Hitoshi appears at one point and the smile you give him is positively beaming. He sits next to you, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and you chat about the work that awaits you this week at the hospital.

In that moment, close to him, you feel content. You feel complete and at peace. You hope he feels it too; that calm.

That night you throw away the pills before his eyes, and when you go to bed, Hitoshi is not too far, and there’s no anxiety to keep you awake.

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Your honey-moon phase is short lived. What goes up must always come down they said, and things soon started to go downhill.

It starts the next week-end when you go to your usual café. Hitoshi’s sitting across from you, and the next moment he’s not. Cut mid-sentence he disappears. When he comes back, you brush it off with a smile. However these incidents keep happening more and more often. At home, when he’s next to you, you don’t feel the warmth from before anymore, and looking at it more closely, he’s becoming more see-through with each day.  You have more and more difficulty seeing him, hearing him, and he looks more and more transparent, the tips of his hair and his fingertips sometimes even blurred, like he’s fading into the atmosphere.

At first you deny he’s starting to vanish from your life. But you can’t hide from the truth forever, and you have to face the fear that keeps you awake at night.

Then, you start feeling selfish, for. How could you help him feel at peace like he helped you? You realize you can’t live like this forever. You’ll grow old, and what will happen to him? Will he stay in between forever? Is there something you can do so his soul can rest in peace before he just disappears?

With these thoughts soon comes another question: if you killed yourself, would you be able to stay with him as a ghost forever? No, you can’t let yourself think like that. You have your whole life ahead of you when he was robbed of his. He would never forgive you if you ended it for him. And he would be right about it.

You’re so caught up in your racing thoughts and anxiety that you barely even enjoy the few moments you manage to spend with Hitoshi.

One rainy day, when you get home from work after no seeing him during your shift, despite calling for him, you find him waiting for you beside the couch.

He looks sickly pale, even for a ghost.

The way he softly says your name when he invites you to sit down breaks your heart.

“I think it’s time for me to go”

You want to stand up, to confront him and if the gesture he makes with his hand to appease you is enough to keep you sitting, it doesn’t stop your voice from cracking.

“What do you mean. Go where?!”

The pained look in his eyes is torture to watch.

“ Since the day you threw away those pills away, I have more and more difficulty maintaining myself here. My consciousness is getting blurry and in my mind it feels like there’s something pulling at me, trying to lead me somewhere. And I think I need to follow it” He clutched an the blurry fabric of his shirt, just where his heart should be. “I feel it in my gut, my job here is done. You’re safe, so I can go. ”

This time you get up. You try to embrace him, but this time your arms just pass through him.

“Please no, don’t go, I need you. I can’t live without you!” You can’t stop the tears that are streaming down your cheeks. Angry and sad, you try to grab at him, to hit him, to push him, whatever it takes to just keep him here with you.

“You know we can’t stay like this. You need to move forward, to enjoy your future. I won’t change, I’m not even really here. I will only hold you back if I stay. I have to see what’s next. I’m not afraid anymore. You gave me courage” His smile doesn’t reach his teary eyes.

“But it’s unfair, you helped me so much” You sob, your tired arms falling to your sides.

“You heart is too tender for this world. But it is not a bad thing. You are a good person. You help people” Hitoshi’s voice is harder and harder to hear, slowly becoming a low whisper. “Live for the two of us. Enjoy. I wish we had met earlier but if at least I could help you so you wouldn’t end up like me, I’m glad. I’m glad I met you. Live long and live well… ”  You can’t see his legs anymore, and his waist is starting to evaporated into the air, like he never existed.

You’re powerless. From the beginning you were powerless. You hate that he was given to you and that now he’s taken from you. God, spirits, the devil, you despise whoever put you through these wonderful moments just to rob you of them. You despise the guys who had Hitoshi killed…. But amongst the pain and sorrow, you manage to tell him the most important thing. The thing you don’t regret.

“I love you” You cry, and the look of surprise on his face is blurred by his fading contours and the tears streaming down your face.

His amethyst eyes widen before they soften. He forces one last smile for you and if his last words are barely an echo of a noise, you’ll never forget them “I would have loved you too”

In front of you there’s nothing but empty air. Around you the only sound is that of silence. You fall to your knees and cry your heart out for him.

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The next day, you call in sick. You don’t want to do anything, don’t want to see anyone. You leave Kagura’s worried messages on ‘unread’.  You rummage through your trash can, looking for the pills, but they’re long gone.

The next week, you at least take a shower before going to work, your only intention being to steal the pills again. At night, the bottle in hand, you look yourself into the mirror. Dark bags under your eyes, pale skin and untended hair… you look like shit. You look into that poor girl’s eyes; that poor girl who has her whole life waiting for her. You throw the bottle of pills against the wall with all your force before you start crying again.

The next month. You accept to go out with Kagura. The pain so vivid before is a dull ache that makes you feel numb. You don’t want to do anything, but you let her take you wherever she wants. When she goes to use the bathroom, the bubbly freckled barista comes to have a chat with you. He manages to bring a small smile to your face.

The next year, you’re texting Izuku in the train that brings you to Hitoshi’s hometown. You place white lilies on his grave and pray that he’s in a better place.

Years later, you marry that cute barista who brightens your life like sunshine. When the two of you have children, you make sure to show them they’re not alone and listen to their struggles. You are overjoyed when they become parents too. You keep your job as a nurse until your retire and with your husband and family, you overcome all the smaller troubles that life brings you.

At the end of a full life with no regrets, in your hospital bed, you close your eyes and greet death like an old friend. A tall figure extends a pale hand to you at the end of a tunnel of light. You get closer and find shiny violets eyes wrinkled with the hint of a smile. You take the silhouette’s hand, unafraid.

[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

[gaecactae]

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.

[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," 

tags: @slayfics @tootiecakes234 @just-a-hopeless-romantic @ayunakatsukiwolfhashira Lmk if you wanna be added 🐸

[serendipitous-girl]

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

[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)

[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

[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 !!

[m00n-elixir]

drew my favorite sillies on a date!! look at them go!! i love their dynamic <3

NOTE: before anyone assumes anything, Amakuda is NOT my self-insert, and i do NOT self-ship with Shinsou!! Amakuda is just one of my ocs and not one of my self-inserts!

[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.

[gaecactae]

A Cozy Cloud☁️

04. Home, at last🏡

😊😊 it brings me so much joy to show you this comic, I have no idea why haven’t I done that earlier!

Well, Tenko is at his forever home from now on! Story obviously continues 🥰

[dance-to-mythoughts-blog]

Can y’all comment and tell me some good Bakugo fics? Looking for Shinso fics too.

[call-me-copycat]

Can I please ask for a yandere hitoshi with kianna komori

But how would he react to her bulimia

* side note he met her in UA

And the rest is up to you

By the way you could find her info on my page here on Tumblr

Hello hello! I just wanted to take the time to apologize for how long it took me to get to this request (๑•́︿•̀๑) I really am sorry for the wait, it's for the first time I struggled a little to write this, but after so many WIPs I decided to just get it finished (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

As an apology for the wait I drew your OC for you and put it at the bottom of the post (sorry if it's a little off from the way she is >⁠.⁠<)

I hope you enjoy your fic, and I hope you have a lovely day! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

So Should She

➤ Welcome - Introduction and request rules (requests are open + some info about me)

▶ Characters: Yandere! Shinso x Kianna Komori

▶ Genre: Comfort

▶ Summary: As the ask states

▶ Word Count: 1884

▶ Warnings:

- Mention of eating disorders

- Stalking

She always seemed so... Perfect.

Walking around with grace that came to her as naturally as breathing, gentle eyes always ever so observant, it sometimes seemed unreal.

Perhaps her quiet nature was what drew Shinso in. UA was notorious for bringing in all types of loud ones - it was rare to find someone as quiet and elegant as her. A red rose in a field of white lilies. He was captivated.

Slowly, he attempted to befriend her, hoping to get on her good side just enough so she'd allow him in. He had never really seen her with anyone else, and most would believe she didn't have any friends.

But she was polite. Spoke back to whoever approached her first before moving on to her own thing. Maybe she just wanted to be on her own? Shinso could understand that, sometimes the usual antics of Class 1A got to be too much for himself as well.

Still, he attempted and attempted. Luck seemed to be on his side when the dorms were built, as he was overjoyed to finally have a better chance of seeing her more often.

While his mind was a mess on the inside, on the outside he still held onto his stoic demeanor. He didn't know why exactly, but if asked he'd probably pin it down on something to do with her.

He often found himself questioning a lot about her. Shinso wasn't a naturally curious person by any means, most of the time he desired to be left out, rather than deal with any possible drama that would occur. Yet, he was drawn into her, captivated to learn as much as he could.

That's what he would tell himself, at the very least, as he stood behind the school's pillar to watch her make her way back to the dorms. Or when he would immediately react whenever someone called her name, eager to know their business with her. Or the times when he would just... Watch.

Watch and wait. This was how he began to piece together everything about her. He wanted to know more. He needed to know.

To know if she was safe.

Happy.

Comfortable.

Everything she wanted and more.

There was an ongoing theme of gracefulness and elegance that surrounded her. And in turn people would associate those with fragility automatically. He knew that wasn't the truth though.

Shinso had seen her, and knew her enough at this point to know that she was anything but. The most amazing thing to him was the fact that she was able to hold onto that aura of refinement and still have the strength to hold her own.

As much as he longed to be near her, as much as he thought of her as perfect... He couldn't help but feel that something was bubbling underneath that surface of hers. A perfect face only stayed that way for a loss of something in its place.

He wanted to find it. To fix it, to replace it, whatever it was.

-

"Do you have business with me?"

She was standing in front of Shinso, keeping him from leaving the classroom. His eyes widened, did he get caught watching? He couldn't have, he's been training to be an underground hero, he knows the skills it takes to stay hidden.

"I saw you... Watching me during lunch."

Ah, he remembered now. He had so badly wanted to invite her to eat with him. He personally didn't care for lunch time, it was too loud, too crowded. He never really ate with anyone either. He had wondered the same thing, if she had no one to eat with either.

However, he never saw her enter.

She'd go to the classes, and would promptly leave the next day. Shinso couldn't help but feel a pang of worry. Such a lonely life couldn't be good for one's mental health.

He knew what it was like. He knew how much it hurt. He knew what it was like, being tied to past issues, with them always hanging off of you everywhere you went. They'd float in your head when you didn't want them too, they'd block your vision when you were trying to reach something in front of you.

Was she hurting too? Or had been hurt once before, like he had been?

The pressure to remain perfect was one of the heaviest things one could hold. It was a tight mold to fit into, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was shaping herself into something she couldn't fit into. Changing her shape, piece by piece...

To Shinso, she was perfect. Inside and out. Her strength and passion. The way she thought. How she was always ready to stand up for herself.

But...

Did she realize just how truly perfect she was?

He saw the signs.

Skin unnaturally pale. Shaking limbs. In the mornings, her mouth would have the slightest red tint.

She never grew. Never gained any weight, neither fat nor muscle.

He only knew this because in order to train, everyone had to first work their bodies. To grow them, to sculpt them to be healthy and strong.

What image was she trying to uphold?

No... He was not going to allow this. He loved her too much to watch her force herself to waste away.

"And if I do?" He challenged her.

He watched as her expression remained unchanged. Yet, he knew that brilliant mind was rushing.

"Please, I ask you to not meddle in something that doesn't bother you."

His violet eyes seemed to bore into hers. It unnerved her a bit. The way his view seemed to look right through her instead of at her.

Shinso raised his hands up, smiling a bit. "That's too bad, I was wondering if I could invite you out after school today?"

She quirked an eyebrow, this boy... She had seen him all over the place. He seemed to always be conveniently right where she was. She wasn't blind. But, he didn't seem to be a threat. All he seemed was curious...

"Shinso Hitoshi, right?"

Reaching a hand out for her to shake, he nodded. "You're correct."

Hesitantly, she reached out and gently shook his hand before quickly retracting it back. "I'm afraid I'm busy at the moment. I'm sorry, but I can't accept your invitation. "

He knew she'd be stubborn.

"Unfortunately for you, I can accept that excuse."

Her eyes widened at the audacity this boy seemed to have. Was he like the others? Where they would play nice until they got rejected, and then show their true faces.

Quickly, before she could lose herself, she tried turning around to leave. "I have somewhere I need to be-"

"I know what you are. "

His words hit her hard enough to cause her to pause in the middle of the hallway. They were spoken with such confidence, yet so nonchalantly that she couldn't help but fear the worst.

As much as her mind screamed at her not to ask, she couldn't help it.

"And what is that? "

Those eyes of his... The deep indigo seemed to only grow darker by the minute. It unnerved her.

"You're hurt."

She... Didn't expect that. It was vague, but it struck her. How did he garner that from her? She was sure she kept herself composed. She was sure.

"What...?"

Rubbing the back of his neck, he paused before taking a step forward towards her, testing. When she stood in place he stayed where he was.

"I..." He didn't know how to do it. Words suddenly evaded him, this was the most he's ever spoken to her. And now Shinso Hitoshi - someone who was always so quick with words and comebacks - struggled for the first time.

"I want you to know that even if you don't know me, I care for you." Sighing, he turned towards the ground. "You remind me so much of myself. I remember how much I wanted someone to come in and help me."

He grit his teeth at the thought. Looking back up at her, his eyes burned with some unknown passion.

"That's why... That's why I want to be your hero!"

She couldn't help but be intrigued. This boy, he was different∆. She couldn't put a finger on it. But he seemed to hold some sort of odd infatuation, that much she saw. But, as odd as it was...

He genuinely seemed to care for her.

A pregnant pause took hold, unspoken words bouncing between the two. A mutual understanding suddenly formed, words not needing to be said.

"You know..."

His face had fallen into a frown.

"I used to force myself to be who everyone else wanted me to be in middle school," He explained. "They didn't want me, they wanted someone else. So, I obliged."

Tilting her head, she couldn't help but question him. "But, can I ask why you're telling me this?"

"Because I know you're doing the same. Trying to force yourself, to force your body, to conform to an unreachable limit. And all for what?"

There was not one student in the hallway. As the sun began to fall, she started pondering. He knew∆. How did he know?

"To uphold an image isn't 'forcing oneself to conform'- " Cutting in, Shinso's expression hardened in response.

"When I joined UA, I allowed myself to let the leash I had on to go lax. And I just wanted to explain to you, that that was one of the best decisions I've made."

Taking another step forward as she stood in place, he was brought closer. Both stared right at the other, both unwavering.

"You may not know me well. You may think I'm a little crazy. But I don't like who you're forcing yourself to be." His expression softened as he let the tension out of his body. "I only want you to love yourself as much as those around you do. Because you don't deserve that."

He had wanted to say 'To love yourself as much as I love you'...

She couldn't help it. Couldn't control the water forming in her eyes as she turned to face the ground.

"But... What if I do?"

He frowned at the thought. "Nothing you ever could have done would make me believe that you deserve to go through such a thing."

Steaks of yellow colored the walls. The day was ending, but it wasn't the same as the many other times she had watched the sun set.

"Please, let me in. We'll get through this together. I won't leave your side, not even for a second." Reaching out, he offered his hand once more to her.

The choice...

Did she really want to give up her image that she worked so hard to uphold? To accept the care, to accept the love... But to lose her impression?

Or did she value her image that much? To go back to the way things were. To familiar habits, old ways.

To how things used to be.

Looking up, she faced him as she came to her final decision.

And put her hand in his.

I'm sorry again! I really hope this didn't turn out as bad as I thought (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

Please accept this drawing I made as an apology!

But thank you again for the request, I had a good time hearing about your OC and I really appreciate you keeping me updated on her - it meant a lot (◍´͈ ᵕ `͈ ◍)