#how chiyo really would be doing and it's like!! they can all text and call each other!! but i know chiyo would be a lil melancholy

[fatelcved]

"ay, dios mío . . . i'm glad to be back home again." a relieved sigh escaped from his lips as rayo let himself fall back into the cushions of his bed, suitcase discarded into a corner of his room. it had been a whole month since being able to see his roommates and of course, the beloved woman who had been standing at the edge of his bed. "i brought you some gifts from quisqueya . . . " the mother of lands, dominican republic where his roots lay. alas, his brows furrowed a little as he saw chiyo continuing to stand there. quickly, would he sit up, supporting himself before one of his hands reached for her wrist, yanking her on top of him. as she lay on his chest, toned arms were quick to embrace the shorter female, burying his nose into her hair before inhaling her scent. "i need to make up for lost time, mami." / soft but spicy? yes ♥

unprompted | @metrictita makes up for lost time!

" you didn't need to do that, " she says, but a small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. it's a sweet sort of knowledge, to know that she wasn't so far from rayo's thoughts despite the distance. " i'm just happy to have you home. " and chiyo's happy to see him sprawled across his bed, content and comfortable upon familiar sheets. he must be tired, she thinks. she wonders if maybe he'd like to be left alone for a nap, even gets ready to ask, when rayo scowls. he's got her wrist in his grasp before chiyo can ask what's wrong.

how silly of her to think he'd want her gone after a month of being apart.

the mangaka lands with an " oof " upon rayo's chest before breathing a laugh and peering up at him. " you coulda just asked me to come lay with you, dork. " not that she's complaining, really. the feeling of his arms around her, the way he breathes her in -- she's wanted this since she, gaia, and niko saw rayo off at the airport. she remembers thinking she should've stolen one last hug, should've held onto him for a little longer. chiyo remembers how silly she felt because it wasn't as if rayo was leaving forever, yet the regret stuck with her the whole month.

" i need to make up for lost time, mami. " a little tingle shoots up her spine as chiyo hums.

" you do. " squirming until she can get a proper look at his face, chiyo grins, gaze warm and perhaps a little teasing if not challenging. " but how're you gonna do that, hmm? a month's a long time, and i missed you a lot. dunno how i'll ever recover. "

[akiraiscute]

haii, this my first time asking someone so it might be as detailed..

kurapika from hxh as a father and he has 4 daughters (hes basically a girldad) this or you can do kurapika x pregnant reader and how he's treats his preg wife <3 (or you can do both ofc)

OMG YES YE SYE S? IM OUT OF RETIREMENT YALL. !!!!!! YIPPEPEE,!!! NOW I MIGHT ADD THAT IMA MAKE READER A FEMALE IF THATS OKAY ND ONE OF THE DAUGHTERS TO HAVE SCARLET EYES (or all of them….)

Kurapika X Fem!Reader

Warnings ; Mentions of periods. And thats all. Just girldad kurapika nd pregnant reader <33333 besides naming the kids <3

Starting off with the girldad kurapika…

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I full believe he would absolutely move everything out of the way for his daughters and you!!! Like you gave birth to his joy AND are his joy too⁉️ plus you helped him or still are helping him reproduce the kurta clan!!! Of course he’s gonna treat you and your daughters like the queen and princesses you are<3 he might still have work but he starts to make time for them, you. He actually starts taking care of himself as well, if he’s gonna be the best father, he at least gotta be treating himself kindly too.

Kurapika picks up his phone, confused on why you were calling so early — it was 10:32 AM.

"honey.."

".Yes?"

"Akemi, sorta.. got her period today and, i want you to know that we did have everything covered but she might be a little moody so just remember to give her some space okay?"

"……."

"Kurapika? Honey?"

Kurapika already hung up. So thats why you called early, his. sweet Akemi got her period, he didn’t know how to react. Sad for her after all, he dealt with you on your period and which he learned that the cramps are horrible, or either sad that his little girl was already 12 and having her period already. He might as well go for both. He might, he might end work early just to get her chocolate and her favorite food.. i mean, he had work but wasn’t his family more important? His work was important but his daughter, at least one of them was in pain.. he sighed softly before doing one last detail to the paperwork. He stood up and immediately grabbed his jacket while texting his boss about it. He didn’t care if he wasn’t really allowed, i mean he sorta did but his daughter was hurting. He went to the nearest grocery store, picking out Akemi’s favorite food and snacks, also getting chocolate and ice cream as of she is craving them, they would be there as well.

He quickly got home, looking at you before smiling and walking to you and kissing you before putting down the two bags. Pretending as if that was normal for him as.. usually he doesn’t come home early but you couldnt blame him, could you as you already saw what would do for his girls .

"might off gotten her stuff."

"..she’ll love it honey."

"You sure.?"

"of course."

Kurapika sighed in relief as you said that, he was of course worried if he got something wrong before hearing footsteps and already kneeling as he saw his two other girls. Fumiko and Chiyo, Fumiko 6 and chiyo 3. He had his arms open for them both as they ran into them. Giggles could be heard from both of the girls.

"I’ll be getting dinner started.. make sure the baby isnt awake as she was put down for her nap but you know babies honey."

"Of course my love."

As kurapika said that he picked up his two girls and left another kiss to your lips as fumiko yelled “eww!”, before leaving you and going into the living room, while you went for the kitchen as you wanted to cook Akemi’s favorite dinner. Kurapika putted down the girls on the couchand sat down next to them. He turned on something that they both would pay attention too until he could come back and sit back down, he kissed fumkio’s and chiyo’s forehead before going up to the nursery, going into the room and checking on the little cutie. He smiled as she was also okay!! As she was still sleeping.. he slowly got out of the room without making a noise.

Kurapika went to his oldest daughter’s room, he knocked as he could hear Akemi groaning.

"My dear.. dinner will be done soon, i got you some stuff as well and if you want i’ll or mom will bring it to you. I’ll be going now dear..!"

Kurapika said as he was guessing that akemi didnt want to be bothered nor wanting to talk. He stepped away from the door and went to hid and yours room, getting into something comfortable and grabbing his clothes as they were dirty.. he did the laundry before going back down. Seeing that Fumkio and chiyo were still watching the tv, he walked back into the living room and turned the tv off, wanting to know his daughters day so far,

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Kurapika would be a amazing husband and father, he just has some mental issues sometimes chat!! He tries to be there for his children always, and his wife as she literally gave birth to his beautiful children. He loved his family so much. But when you were pregnant with the first child? God hell-

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Of course the moment you found out, you went straight to calling him afterall he was at work when you wanted to take a test. Trusting your gut and you guys did have it last night as well. Its not like you guys haven’t been trying but this time it’s actually happening, you were so excited. You tried to make it a surprise but you ended up telling him the same time you found out. Which that time, he almost ran the fuck home. He opened up the front door and slammed it, locking it back up of course before actually running to you. I mean, for the first time. He wss finally going to have another kurta. He was of course happy with that. And as time went on, he kept KEPTT trying to make you rest, not letting you do anything around the house, which normally you guys shared chores of course but when you are pregnant? You’re being treated like a princess which is of course normal but you aint moving from the bed unless you need too. He does not want you to get hurt! His pretty wife and his child shouldn’t get hurt at ALL.

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That is.. what i got but that is long chat. I got excited alr…….. anyways! Thank you for requesting and having me as ur first !! Mwah i hope i did ur idea good !!

[bkgkiss]

finally an intro post!

hello!!! ive finally decided to make an intro post.. its a miracle. my name is oisín (pronounced osh-een), but you can also call me mavey or will! im 19 years old and i use mirror pronouns. mirror pronouns means i want you to use your own pronouns on me! if you do not do that, masc terms and pronouns are preferred.

this will mainly be a blog dedicated to my artwork! im in various fandoms, but most importantly, my hero academia, milgram, kuroshitsuji, alien stage, and love live! i will be posting fandom related content, hcs, and ocs for everything listed, and maybe for some other sources hehe

while these posts will be rare, i am part of a did system and i may post about that from time to time. this is also a strict message saying endogenic systems or supporters are not welcome.

eventually, once this blog is much more active and full of content, i will add a list of my ocs here for easy navigation! for now, know i have two relevant ocs. conrí, a kuroshitsuji reaper oc, and chiyo, a my hero academia hero oc! their posts are towards the bottom of my page :) i will post about them frequently because my ocs are so special to me LOL

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[soliavenne]

Gaara taking care of his S/O with period cramps

- Genre: Fluffy Gaara Hours

- Word count:

- Format: Bulleted headcanons

Hope you enjoy!

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Truth be told, Gaara didn’t know that the concept of menstruation exists until he decided to study once again.

As an aspiring Kazekage, Gaara knew that fortifying his academical background for the better was something that would be never fail to be of great use. Most of his educational experience were base knowledge that was taught to him by his father and his uncle at home; as despite not sending him to the academy, Rasa did not want Gaara to be underdeveloped in terms of intellectual aspects… but that- in addition to Baki’s lectures, which were mostly comprised of tactical, battle strategies- just simply rendered him to be left with so much more unexplored subjects.

Gaara was inspired to learn more about everything, he wanted to understand how the world works, how people lived. The books in Sunagakure were mostly in tattered leather covers; a missing page or two; blurred sketches and smudged lines. He did find the unique smell of it rather appealing. There were times where he would be so engrossed in reading it as he sits by his window, as he liked the pale luminescence of the moon casting a gentle light upon the text.

It might not have been a continuous purge of studying, but the desk in his small room would have borrowed books from the library that he would read whenever sleep was habitually nowhere to grace his exhausted body.

At least by the end of the human anatomy book that piqued his interest when he read that Chiyo wrote it, questions such as what is menstruation and why does it occur is something Gaara could finally answer in its literal, biological definition. He never really knew what kind of horrors it could bring until he, Kankuro and Temari grew closer to each other.

“I- is period… her monthly menstruation? Why do they call it that?”

Temari is usually calm and collected, but there are times that she just couldn’t help it when her menstrual cramps is at its worst to piss off the living shit out of her. Everything is annoying. Fuck the sand, fuck the heat, fuck everything.

Kankuro mostly gets the brunt of Temari's menstrual anger since the two were close for a longer period of time, but that doesn't mean that the sight of her rage was hidden at all to Gaara. Temari's vocal and blunt attitude is a little more intense and visible, and her mood swings makes Kankuro and Gaara feel like they were walking on egg shells.

And the egg shells were on fire.

As sluggish as she may feel to be, being on her period is her monthly week-off from her missions; so she takes it as the chance to do everything she can barely commit to when she’s busy, resulting to one of her menstrual habits being where she cleans the entire house down and grunt loudly while doing so.

Gaara and Kankuro would flinch on the sofa as they hear the loud, slamming down of cabinet shelves. Temari is secretly hoping they start helping her or they take the job from her since she's always the one's initiative about it. The two men really did want to, but every deafening bam is doing nothing but glue their scared shitless ass deeper into the couch.  

Temari would remain silent, and by the time she goes to the living room with a large bowl of popcorn on hand to watch some TV, Kankuro would've already awkwardly laugh his way out. Gaara on the other hand would sit stiff as a plank and try to stay so Temari wouldn't feel she was being avoided.

It had certainly been a rocky start, but soon enough, it became a life-learning experience for the two men. Gaara was the one who took the notes and Kankuro was the one who takes the trip to the grocery store, almost becoming like a monthly tradition for the three siblings. Kankuro and Gaara were secretly happy to be able to understand and help their sister out. It's not a common sight to see their eldest sob and laugh in front of the TV while devouring a tub of ice cream or a pan of brownies, so the two, especially Gaara himself who was still trying to catch up with Temari, felt a lot more connected to his sister in seeing her be so comfortable around him now.

By the time you and Gaara end up in a relationship together, his prior experience upon observing Temari back then would allow him to be easily understanding of the situations that come along with your monthly visit. He would be aware of the things to be expected; the weird cravings, the cramps, the mood swings; so he wouldn’t be tremendously shocked. What would be a surprising discovery to him though is how personal these experiences can be depending on the person experiencing it.

Gaara would be slightly worried if your reactions are something he hasn’t seen in Temari before. He would want to know better, but he’s very shy of popping the inquiries himself. His first hopeful attempts of wanting to assist you better would start from observation; the type of foods you’re craving to eat; where your cramps hurt, what pisses you off, and what helps you relax better. Once you tell him yourself how would you like him to be there for you, he would be more than enthusiastic to learn so.

Much more open to be endearing, and would spoil you as much as he could to be honest.

His job as the Kazekage is often to be demanding, but he will try his best to be in assistance of you.

A little note on the food cover of your breakfast that reads, “Have a nice day.”

On a day where he’s lucky, a quick call during his lunch breaks: “Are you feeling better now?”

Also finds himself telling you about the general paperworks he had finished because he knows how much you like it whenever he gives you those little updates.

And a very calm, Gaara’s textbook definition of excitement kind of call an hour or two before leaving his office: “I’ll be coming home early tonight. Would you like me to cook or would you like a takeout?”

Always comes home with a paperbag filled with snacking goodies to last you for the week. He wouldn’t be able to stop a soft smile from forming on his lips as he takes your excited reaction to his efforts. He really loves hearing “my favorite”, as you scour through the contents of the bag.

You had asked him once to buy you tampons out of emergency and he brought home an entire supply that’s enough to last you for half a year.

If you’re having severe cramps and you’re not in the mood to talk, he would refrain from asking questions too. Gaara is a little nervous at first at approaching you, which is something you thought was cute especially when he tried to tap you by your shoulder hesitantly to tell you he ran the warm bath for you in case you wanted to take a soak to relieve your pain.

He would love to be the big spoon, holding you close to him as he hugs you from behind through the night. He would grace your cheeks, ear, and the back of your head with soft little kisses as he holds the warm compress against your lower abdomen for you.

Gaara would try his best to let you sleep first before closing his eyes for the night, but his exhaustion would get the best of him. He would sleepily nuzzle his face against the crook of your neck and hug you tigther as you kiss his hand and thank him for his efforts.

“Always, my love.”

[aarcanechaoss]

Can you do a fic where Huguchi is on a phone call with her sister after a power outage in the mafia base.And Cuuya overhears thr convo and ask Higuchi about who was it(you can include a funny scene where he thinks the person she's talking to is her birth child🤣 cue higuchi frantically explainig)

God that’s so fucking funny I love this

A power outage at one of the mafia headquarters buildings was rare. The entire headquarters from Mori’s office to the depth of the parking garage was even rarer.

Due to the outage it meant most of the mafia members may need to stay longer than usual to finish their work… that included Ichiyo Higuchi.

With a deep sigh she grabs her phone and ducks into her office, not noticing that the door hadn’t closed behind her.

“Chiyo?” A quiet voice questions on the other side of the phone.

“Hey bubs.” She responds. “I won’t be home on time today.”

“Oh. Did something happen at work? Are you hurt?”

“No. I’m okay Kuni I’m fine. We’ve lost power so I’ll be home late. I’ve already messaged Mrs Nara she’ll be there in a minute.” And it hurt Higuchi to be away from home for so long, hated leaving her sister alone on stormy days like today.

“Okay. Is she staying here or am I going next door?”

“I’m don’t know. I’m sure she’ll be happy to do whatever you would rather okay. I know it sucks I’m not there right now but I’ll be there soon, just not on time.” She said, worry obvious in her tone.

“She’s here. I’ll text you whether I’m next door or not.” Kuniko said.

“Okay. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Higuchi sighed as she stared out at the gloomy world beyond the window. She could hear the soft rumble of Thunder in the distance and only hoped her sister would be okay. Kuniko hated storms, always had and it hurt Ichiyo’s heart that she couldn’t be there for her right now with her favourite food and warm blankets and lots of cuddles just for her.

“Higuchi?” She jumps, hand against her hammering heart as she sees Chuuya Nakahara at her office door. “Sorry.”

“Nakahara.” She greets with a laugh. “No worries you just startled me is all.”

“You alright?”

“Oh yeah I just… my little sister is terrified of storms but I can’t really pack up and go home on time today ya know?” She says rubbing her hands up and down her arms.

Chuuya’s face flushes and his eyes widen.

“Little… sister? That’s who you were on the phone with?”

“Hmm? Yeah, I mean I understand why you wouldn’t know I had a sister Mafia business isn’t suited for families but… Nakahara why is your face so red?” The blonde questions as he starts coughing in what seemed to be embarrassment.

“I… Ithoughtyouweretalkingtoyourkid.”

“What?” She asks, startled by how fast the executive has spoken.

“I thought… you were talking to your kid… or something.”

Was it possible for ones face to get any redder?

Ichiyo’s eyes widen as she takes in what he has said and soon her own face matches Chuuya’s.

“No. No. No. Little sister, baby sister! She is fifteen!” She says frantically, hands waving about in panic.

“I’m sorry!” Chuuya exclaims. “I shouldn’t have been listening and I… I’m sorry for assuming!”

“No it’s okay Chuuya… it’s fine I would totally understand- you didn’t have any context.”

And that was how the Black Lizard found them both mere minutes later, faces flushed in embarrassment whilst looking anywhere but each other. They refused to explain what had happened- though much later they did when they found it funny and not embarrassing anymore.

Kuniko would not be hearing about this, they both decided.

[dynyamight]

meet cute number 47 is interesting!

send me a writting ask

47. Texting the incorrect number but continuing the conversation.

“You got all that, right?” Shinsou asks, readjusting his stance, so others can leave their classroom door easily.

Midoriya hums absentmindedly. He’s still quickly jotting down the last few digits onto his planner. “And, you said tomorrow morning, around 7? At the library?”

“Yeah,” Shinsou shrugs, “Or anytime really. The deadline isn’t until next month, you know.”

“I kinda just want to get it done, as soon as possible.”

Shinsou breathes out a snort. “Figured you’d say that much. Just make sure you got my number. Repeat it, if you need to.”

“No time.” Midoriya drops his bag to the side, shoving his now closed notebook inside. “Thank you! I’ll text you later tonight!” He offers hurriedly, before taking off down the campus halls.

Shinsou’s warning falls deaf to his rushed mind.

He has to run the entire way, in order to graciously catch the last bus for the hour. Sweaty and flushed, Midoriya slumps into his seat in relief. Fortunately, he was able to cop a seat for himself, settling by the window and his backpack right next to him.

Staring out, Midoriya tries to remind himself of the rest of his priorities he needed to do.

He still needed to start on Doctor Chiyo’s online Physiology exam, and gather his notes for the open book portion. It was a bit bothersome to handle tests online, but if the rest of class prefers it, there’s nothing Midoriya can do about it.

Speaking of which, Ochako had requested for copies of those exact same notes, since apparently she barely writes anything during lectures. He wants to suggest to her to just simply take better notes, but alas, he will gladly help her out.

And, finally, Midoriya has to collect reliable, approved research articles for his and Shinsou’s debate, in their argumentative project in Communications. Being assigned “PRO SOCIAL MEDIA INFLUENCE”, while being the most uninvolved people on the internet, Midoriya and Shinsou had a lot of work to do.

Not to mention it was already 18:00 by the time he reached the school’s dormitories. And yet, he needed to shower, make dinner, water his plants, and watch the newest episode of his favorite drama, airing tonight.

University was eating him alive.

Thankfully, he’s able to complete half of his list.

He finishes the exam with a 98%, and quickly snaps the pages of his notes over to Ochako and Iida, making sure to highlight the main topics questioned in the exam. Ochako sends a ‘thank you’ gif, and Iida texts a long, yet endearing message of gratitude.

Midoriya doesn’t have time to shower, instead blasting the TV volume loud, as he waters his indoor plants at the same time. He overwaters them a little bit, busy glancing back at the screen for too long. But, at least he’s able to watch the episode. He pouts when it ends on a cliffhanger, almost drowning his bonsai tree in frustration.

He’s only able to warm up a plate of leftovers, and read through only one research article, by the time it’s already blinking 21:30 on his phone. Sighing, Midoriya closes his laptop and grabs his cell phone instead.

An all nighter wasn’t preferable. But, if Shinsou is working overtime at his late night job, Midoriya supposes he can stay up and keep looking through more articles, until he has at least the required ten.

Flipping open his planner, Midoriya inputs Shinsou’s number into his phone. He adds his name, a contact photo of him sleeping, and finally taps a quick message.

(21:38) < You working?

When Shinsou doesn’t respond right away, Midoriya simply sets aside his phone on his desk. Stretching his arms, he sighs in defeat, now expecting Shinsou to be stuck at work.

He’s never worked at a restaurant, but he bets Friday nights can get pretty busy. And, Shinsou always complains that group outings and dates tend to stay over, even after the place is supposed to close. And, Midoriya trusts his word.

So, by the time his phone dings, Midoriya has been clicking through more articles on social media, bookmarking a few to go over later, as he went.

He lifts his phone, and with a bright screen, a message stares back at him.

shinsou hitoshi (21:58) > Who’s this

Oh, he did forget to specify. But, Midoriya smiles, having a small prank in mind. There was no harm in teasing his friends, let alone Shinsou, who definitely needed a good laugh, now and then.

(21:58) < It's the cutie from your communications class ;)

shinsou hitoshi (21:58) > So, no one

(21:59) < Haha! I guess you’re right about that

(21:59) < Anyways, it’s Izuku! You still working late, Hitoshi?

shinsou hitoshi (21:59) > This ain’t Hitoshi

Midoriya's face drops, blinking. Oh god, did he mistype the number?

(21:38) < Wait, you’re not???

Another text pops up, shortly after.

shinsou hitoshi (22:02) > You got the wrong number

Embarrassment burning his entire face red, Midoriya wishes he could delete himself from the world.

(22:03) < I’m so so so so sorry!

(22:03) < God, I thought I wrote down my friend’s number right

(22:03) < But, I was in this stupid rush to get on the bus that I didn’t make sure

(22:04) < And, listen, if I had missed that bus, I would’ve had to wait

(22:04) < Not like a few minutes wait

(22:04) < Like, a whole two hours wait!

shinsou hitoshi (22:05) > I didn’t ask

Deleting the conversation, Midoriya erases the new contact completely. And instead, he looks back to his planner, and retypes the numbers in his phone onto a new conversation.

Hopefully, he has typed the correct series of digits.

(22:07) < Hey, Hitoshi! It’s Izuku

unknown (22:08) > ...

unknown (22:08) > What the actual fuck

unknown (22:08) > You've still got the wrong number, you goddamn idiot

Slamming his phone onto his desk, Midoriya grabs a pillow off his bed and shoves it in his face. The temptation to scream sounds awfully pleasant, but it’s too late at night to do so. His dorm neighbors would definitely wonder what the hell is wrong with him.

What’s wrong? Oh, he has completely done one of the most dreaded imaginary scenarios in his head; text a complete stranger. Twice.

What was he supposed to do now? Never text back? Delete it? Block it?

How is he supposed to contact Shinsou now?

His phone dings again.

Lifting the pillow off his face slightly, Midoriya eyes his phone warily from his swivel chair.

That definitely wasn’t supposed to happen. Another text from the same stranger sounds a bit unheard of.

After a seconds-long hesitation, Midoriya lifts his phone and opens it once more.

unknown (22:13) > Double check next time

unknown (22:13) > You can fucking wait the two hours, dumbass

Midoriya grows a little irked. He has a bad feeling that his stranger isn’t too friendly, to say that least.

There was literally no reason to text back something so rude.

(22:14) < Well, that wasn’t nice

unknown (22:15) > Wasn’t trying to be

(22:15) < ..Are you always like this?

unknown (22:16) > Pretty much

(22:16) < That’s sad

unknown (22:17) > What’s fucking sad is that I was woken up from my sleep

unknown (22:17) > Because a damn moron didn’t write down the right number

Midoriya winces. He hadn’t even thought about the other person’s predicament, let alone if he had interrupted anything.

(22:20) > I really didn’t mean to do that, I’m sorry :(

unknown (22:22) > Yeah whatever

(22:24) > You should try to go back to sleep, then

unknown (22:25) > I was

unknown (22:25) > But the same moron from before keeps texting me

(22:27) > Who?

(22:33) > Oh.

(22:33) > It’s me, huh?

unknown (22:34) > No shit

(22:35) > Right, of course. My bad!

(22:35) > I’m going to just stop now

unknown (22:36) > Thanks

(22:36) > For the umpteenth time, sorry! ><

(22:37) > Okay, Okay! I’m stopping now, for real

Midoriya desperately needs to call it a night.

After going through his nightly routine, he slips under his bedsheets, exhausted. He sets an alarm for 5:00 on his phone, hoping Shinsou will show up at the library, regardless of the missing confirmation text on Midoriya’s end.

He keeps his phone on awhile longer, swiping through his professors’ emails, before a surprising text notification pops in front of him.

unknown (23:01) > FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

(23:02) > …

(23:02) > What was that for??

unknown (23:04) > I CAN’T SLEEP

unknown (23:04) > GOD, I CAN’T GO BACK TO FUCKING SLEEP

unknown (23:05) > AND IT’S YOUR FAULT

(23:06) > What do you expect me to do????

unknown (23:07) > HAHAHAHA OH DON’T WORRY

unknown (23:07) > IF I CAN’T SLEEP, NEITHER CAN YOU

unknown (23:08) > AND IF YOU TURN YOUR PHONE OFF I WILL SEND HELLFIRE

(23:09) > Wait

(23:09) > No, please

(23:09) > My alarm is on my phone, I need it on

(23:10) > I need to go to an important meeting for a group project at 7:00!

unknown (23:10) > Aw, really? :0?!

(23:11) > Yeah! I really do!

unknown (23:11) > Sike. I don’t fucking care

unknown (23:12) > Hope you eat shit tomorrow

(23:13) > ..Why are you like this?

(23:13) > I could literally be a twelve year old, for all you know

unknown (23:14) > I doubt fucking twelve years do group projects

unknown (23:15) > But whether you’re a damn infant, or grown adult, I hate you

(23:16) > I wouldn’t say I hate you. That’s too harsh

(23:16) > But, wow, you are very unlikable :/

unknown (23:17) > That’s the fucking nicest thing anyone has said about me

(23:18) > It wasn’t supposed

(23:19) > Nevermind.

(23:19) > Do you have any friends? Just might as well ask

unknown (23:21) > Surprisingly yeah

(23:22) > Oh, so you also agree. That it’s a surprise

(23:22) > At least you’re self aware :0

unknown (23:23) > Yeah, they are annoying as hell

unknown (23:24) > But, also pretty good people, I guess

(23:25) > Pretty good or pretty dumb?

unknown (23:26) > SHUT IT

unknown (23:27) > Only I can make fun of them

unknown (23:27) > You. Don’t.

(23:28) > You’re right, I shouldn’t have said that

(23:29) > I’m sorry :(

unknown (23:30) > You like apologizing, huh

(23:29) > There’s a lot to apologize for tonight

unknown (23:30) > Still, you don’t have to say it every damn minute

(23:32) > You probably don’t ever apologize

unknown (23:33) > Fuck no

(23:35) > Right, of course

(23:36) > Well, you know what I need to do tomorrow

unknown (23:37) > Unfortunately

(23:38) > What about you?

unknown (23:39) > I’m covering a shift at my shit job at the ass crack of dawn

(23:40) > Unnecessary visual, but I digress

(23:40) > Uh, where do you work?

unknown (23:42) > No. I don’t even know your damn name

(23:43) > I told you?? It was in my first text

unknown (23:44) > Yeah, I ain’t scrolling

(23:48) > Well, it’s Izuku. Midoriya Izuku :)

unknown (23:49) > Great. I still ain’t giving you mine

(23:50) > ?? Is there anything I can know about you??

(23:50) > You know more about me, than I do about you

unknown (23:51) > You know I hate you

unknown (23:51) > That’s plenty

(23:52) > But, I have been staying up for you :(

unknown (23:53) > Because it’s your fault I can’t sleep

(23:54) > You aren’t feeling sleepy yet?

unknown (23:56) > ..Are you

(23:57) > I asked you first

unknown (23:58) > I asked you second

(23:59) > That

(23:59) > Look, it’s almost midnight

(24:00) > Oh, now, it’s actually midnight

unknown (00:01) > I have fucking eyes. I can see the time

(00:02) > And we BOTH have places to be tomorrow

(00:02) > So, let’s just sleep. Call a truce, please

unknown (00:03) > What about my petty retribution

(00:04) > PLEASE LET ME SLEEP

unknown (00:10) > FUCK

unknown (00:10) > FINE

unknown (00:11) > I STILL CAN’T SLEEP BUT WHATEVER

unknown (00:12) > HOPE YOU FUCKING OVERSLEEP TOMORROW

The rest of the night, Midoriya hears his phone go off, but he doesn’t bother to open the messages. Fortunately for him, the time staying awake quickly catches up to his body, the moment he shuts his eyes. And, in an instant, he falls asleep, heavy.

However, he’s jolted awake by the ringing of his phone, the tone alerting him of an incoming phone call. Banging his head on the headboard, Midoriya blindly grabs and answers his phone. “Uh, H-Hello?” He blurts quickly.

“Tch.” A low voice emits, “You owe me, Deku.”

Click. The phone call ends.

Confused, Midoriya hurriedly rubs his eyes open. Running his messy curls through his fingers, he lifts his bangs up, in order to correctly look at the time.

The time was 5:10. And, his 5:00 alarm had been off the entire time.

And, instead, that same unknown number from last night was his saving grace.

[seokiloquy]

Lost In- What Word? Pt 1 - Akaashi Keiji

AU: Single Parent

Requested

Word Count: 4.5k+

Disclaimer: Fem! Reader, Time skip spoilers, Udai being a meta Furudate insert, just fluff

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3

Akaashi wasn’t sure if Udai was naturally forgetful, or just held so much anticipation in his smaller form that he glossed over details and didn't realize it. Udai was an excellent author despite not having reached the major public yet. His first published work was short and eerie which most of the shonen reading population didn’t greedily rip off the shelves. Although, those that did read it gave him overwhelming support, maybe the rest of the world wasn’t ready for that kind of psychological horror just yet.

When Akaashi originally applied for a position at the publishing company he intended to work in the literature department, editing lengthy novels and picking out grammatical errors, not reading conversations via text bubbles and looking for continuity errors between images. He never did pick out the exact moment he went from editor to fact-checker and archivist. Akaashi also never knew how many different ways there were to translate a single word until he met you. And once he did, he realized that his eyes would follow you across the office as you ran around and spoke to other editors, helping them furnish their translations so that they flowed properly.

“Tenma, isn’t he meant to be out of the rotation for this panel?” Akaashi couldn’t help but grimace when faced with the utter despair that had pulled on Udai’s typically eased expression. The panel itself was masterfully drawn, taking up two pages and showing off Udai’s immense talent in drawing expressions and anatomy.

“I spent 8 hours on that, only to find out that it needs to be scrapped. What has my life come to?”

The yellow office lights made both of the men’s hair give off a green tinge and made their faces look sickly. Udai frowned as he pushed his chair back and let his chin sit on the table of the small meeting room. His hair curled around his fingers as they gently tugged on the ends of the wavy black stands, straightening them only to let them go and have them bounce back into place.

Akaashi flipped through the printed out pages of the chapter, letting the loose papers lay flat on the table. He pointed to the next pages. “These are fine though. They’re in the right rotation here, so not all is lost at least.”

Udai sighed, as he threw his weight back into the chair, making it spin with his momentum. “That’s all well and good, but I was really proud of that panel. It was going to be the attention grabber.”

Akaashi pursed his lips gently, flipping through the pages once more before tucking them into the pale yellow folder and closing it. Udai’s new story was in its beginning stages, only having a sample chapter that would be published in the following week’s magazine, that is if they got it done in time. 

“It needs to be perfect. I can’t have this not work and starve for the rest of my life.”

Akaashi opened his mouth slightly, taking in a deep breath, ready to spout out his words of encouragement for his colleague when there was a knock on the door followed by the soft creaking of the hinges as it opened.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I just wanted to ask Udai about some of the uh… what’s the word? Dang, I’m supposed to know Japanese, it’s my job. The— I give up. Help?”

Udai chuckled and waved you over to take the seat opposite him, you shook your head and bowed slightly as your hand raised, saying you were alright, not needing the chair. Leaning down slightly you pointed at the ruff sketch copy in your hand where your current author’s handwriting seemed to over the edges of the text bubble slightly.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but how in the hell am I supposed to translate ‘paisen’?”

The innocent question seemed to brighten Udai’s mood much more than Akaashi’s monotone words of support would have. The older man launched backwards, nearly flinging himself off the chair, in a fit of laughter. His hands gripped the shirt he wore above his stomach and chest as they tried to ease the laughing pains.

Akaashi chuckled at the sight before looking at your somewhat regretful expression, you were probably too used to your co-workers laughing at your in-fluency at Japanese. “You can probably substitute a familiar nickname or a joking reference of respect.”

You sighed and brushed your hand over the back of your neck, “I swear, Himari had the intent to torture me with this last chapter. Thank you, Akaashi.”

Finally calmed from his fit of giggles, Udai sat straight in his chair and sent you a gracious smile. “Well, at least when you join our team I won’t torture you as much.”

You gave Udai and Akaashi a teasing smirk as you reached for the door handle. “I’m not so sure about that,” you said. “Besides, you need to get the attention of the readers before I join your team. No point in translating a comic that doesn’t even get off the ground right?”

You sent them a wink and the door closed behind you with a quiet click.

“Was that a challenge?”

“I believe so,” Akaashi said, handing Udai a blank sheet of paper. “Looks like we have some work to do.”

The office was, as it was the day before, and the day before that, calm. Udai sat in a small isolated office on his own with a naturally coloured lamp hanging over his hunched figure. The rest of his team, including Akaashi and now you as well, sat outside his door in a row of cubicles that led up to a large window that took up the entirety of the wall. In the corner cubicle, pressed against the window and directly across from him, you sat, typing away on your computer as you translated the Japanese text into Wild Words fonted English. 

“Akaashi, is the end of chapter ready to translate?” Your head peeked over the frosted cubicle wall, a small smile pulling at the corner of your lips and the corner of your eyes pinching together. Akaashi’s gaze fluttered around.

“Ah, Ya the edits are done so you can finish translating it now.”

The smile you wore only seemed to grow, making Akaashi want to turn away and stare at the same time. The sun’s light contrasted with the dull rectangular lights in the office, making your skin glow. Your fingers tightened on the top of the glass and your shoulders rose to your ears, you narrowly missed knocking over an owl keychain that hung on his side of the wall.

“Perfect,” you said. “I’ll get them done now.”

The day continued like this, everyone working and occasionally calling out to each other through their cubed walls, possibly getting a twirling pen in the forehead followed by a meek apology (coming from you). Every time you spoke to someone you would rise out of your seat to make eye contact with them, refusing to continue speaking otherwise, and even though he wasn’t the person you always spoke to, each time your head began to poke out of your squared corner Akaashi couldn’t help but turn his attention your way, watching as the sun's light danced around you. It didn’t come to a surprise when, like every instance before, Akaashi looked up when you shot up from your seat. Only this time there was a frantic look plastered unevenly on your face, one that the warm light didn’t compliment.

“Please tell me my clock is wrong and that it’s not 4 pm.”

Chiyo leaned back in her chair, setting down her Cintiq’s pen and flipped the watch on her wrist so that the face faced her. “Yup, it’s actually 4:15.”

Akaashi was surprised to hear a not so work friendly English curse leave your lips as you rushed to save files on your computer while simultaneously packing your purse. You continued to swear as you ran out of your cubicle and toward the elevators with a quick “goodbye” being thrown over your shoulder. The office was quiet.

“Does that happen often?” Ena asked as he pulled off his glasses.

The group of artists and their editor sat in stunned silence for a few moments, minds racing over where the young translator had scurried off to. In their collaborative confusion, the team slowly went back to their respective jobs.

Himari came around the corner of the office, coffee in hand, as she chatted with her editor, who was nursing his own mug. The writer looked up for her conversation to see Udai’s team and gave them a polite nod. They were going to meekly return to their work when Himari paused her steps and looked at the empty plush chair that sat rotated and untucked in your cubicle.

“Oh, did (Y/N) leave?” to Akaashi’s surprise, Himari was not.

“Does she do that often?” he asked, setting down his pen on the counter of his desk.

Himari nodded, smiling, “Oh ya, sometimes she gets lucky and her friend can handle it but a lot of the time she has to run out of here by 3.” Akaashi’s brow furrowed slightly as Himari took a sip of her coffee before continuing waving her hand by her head, “Don’t worry too much about it though, she always comes in early to get her work done.”

Before they could question further, Himari was off with her editor sending them a knowing smile.

When the end of the workday rolled around, only 45 minutes after your quick departure, Akaashi found his eyes trailing back to his phone that sat at the corner of his desk on top of a stack of papers. Keeping watch on his phone, he swung his bag over his shoulder and shut off his computer. The device remained silent as the team began to pile out of their seats, toward the elevators and in a fit of contemplation, he reached for the phone.

Your response was quick and vague; Family thing, happens often. I’ll tell you later. See you tomorrow!

After the sample comic was released, Udai was thrown when he received an immense amount of interest for his characters and story, and he was even more excited when he received word from the magazine’s publishers that they wanted him to continue with the path he was on. The months building up to this moment were filled with constant plot revisions, reference excursions, and interviews until they came to a conclusive framework of the story, and continued introductions as new members were added to their original duo to make the workload less hefty. 

Today though was the day that the story’s first chapter would finally be released to the public. 

Akaashi tracked into the office, heading to the lounge to grab a coffee before coming up to his cubicle against the window and setting his bag down, immediately heading to the lounge. 8:40 in the morning, 20 minutes before the expected time of arrival, Akaashi, back at his desk, was just about to take a sip of coffee when a small snore overlapped the sound of the air conditioners, creating a dishonest harmony. 

On the other side of the frosted glass wall of the cubicle was you, head resting on the black mouse pad that had a small plush cushion for your wrist. Akaashi quickly rounded the desks, coming to our side to gently rouse you from your slumber before your co-workers arrived. He was to wake you up gently with a hand on your shoulder, that was the plan. The plan changed when he noticed the small picture frame on your desk, surrounded by various action figures and Funko pops.

With one hand on your shoulder and the other holding the fame, he studied the photo with a kind gaze. He was so enthralled with the image that he forgot that below his other hand, was you.

“He’s cute ain’t he?” you asked, startling the editor back to his current reality as you stretched, arching your back like a cat. Akaashi’s attention was brought back to the current situation as you reached out for another frame in the opposite corner of your desk. “His name is Naoko. Here, this photo is newer.”

The young boy in the new photo looked like you a lot, more so than the previous one where he was just an infant that carried more resemblance to a potato than a human. Akaashi, without taking his eyes off the pictures, pulled the chair out from under Ena’s desk and sat next to you. He didn’t say anything, deciding just to admire the photos he held and letting you decide whether or not he should have the pleasure of hearing a story.

You sighed and yawned, leaning over the armrest of your chair so you would see them too. “He’s six, really quiet. I moved here when I found out. Hardly even out of university, and I was already pregnant with some strangers kid,” you laughed, making Akaashi stare at your features for a moment, wanting to point out which ones could be found on the boy.

“Is he the reason you moved to Japan?” Akaashi was a little taken aback by your willingness to talk, but in hindsight, you didn’t seem like the person to keep secrets, often rattling with your co-workers about your interests. Thinking back, maybe he should have expected something like this, Himari seemed to have known after working with you for several years, happily dancing around the topic of your personal life with your new coworkers when your sudden departure was questioned.

You shrugged, “not entirely, but he sure was a good excuse. I had plans to move to Japan for years before I even got into university. When I found out, I was sort of… uh. English…. Fuck, I need a job. So I applied to be an intern here, moved in with a friend I met online and prepared to have a baby.” Your arms flew about as you talked.

“You act as though it was easy,” Akaashi laughed, placing the frames back onto the table.

You let out a happy chuckle and spun your chair to face Akaashi head-on, eyes not leaving his, “I wouldn’t say it was easy, per se, but I’m happy with how things turned out.” you yawned a bit, “I should also apologize for running out of the office early sometimes, I have to pick Naoko up from school so —”

“You don’t have to apologize for that.” The gentle smile he wore was contagious.

It was 8:50 when the rest of the team came in. Immediately catching sight of Ena, Akaashi pulled away from your side, rolling the chair back to its respective location. He heard a breathy laugh escape you as he scurried around the desks to return to his designated spot across from you, cardigan flailing about.

The rest of your team piled into their seats sending the two of you waves and morning greetings. Ena nearly dropped his ‘don’t talk to me till I’ve had my coffee’ mug as he tripped over his rubber slides just before reaching his desk next to yours.

Sending your friends a smile you quickly slid back into your cubicle to re-adjust the frames on your desk with a yawn. Akaashi gave you a nod when you looked up to his stiff, still standing, form. You made his heart feel much weaker than he’d like to admit and without saying another word, he picked up the forgotten mug filled with brown liquid and handed it over the glass, into your hands.

Naoko was much more reserved than Akaashi expected, definitely a contrast to your more hyper personality. He spent most of the day sitting in the corner behind your cubicle where a table was set up next to a row of cabinets. What the boy was doing, Akaashi wasn’t entirely sure, but there was a small tickle at that back of his brain that made him want to find out.

When you had come in that morning, the group was surprised to see the small boy trailing behind you, holding onto your hand tightly with the both of his. “PD day,” you said. Udai spent the first few minutes of the day gushing over the boy’s cheeks instead of working, only to end up being backtracked and having to cram into his lunch break. Akaashi would be lying if he said he wasn’t thankful for that though.

“What do you have there?” he asked, taking a seat next to the boy and setting down his lunch next to the younger’s bento box.

Naoko curled in on himself, bringing the phone (that was most definitely yours) to his chest. The boy’s knees had pulled up to his shoulders as his feet pushed on the edge of the chair. Akaashi sent the young boy a kind smile and waited. From the corner of his eye, he could see your chair turn around as you took in the sight of your son and co-worker. He watched as you began making large swinging motions with your arms. Akaashi tried not to laugh.

Whatever had been playing on the phone hadn’t been paused in the short time given to do so, making the familiar sound ring quietly around the two of them. 

Akaashi looked back your way for a moment, only to see you tilt your head up in a supporting nudge and turn back around.

“Are you watching a volleyball game?” he asked, rousing a more positive reaction from the boy.

Naoko’s shoulders lowered and he slowly placed the phone down between them. As Akaashi had concluded, a volleyball game played on the small screen. He put forward another question.

“Do you like to play?”

The six-year-old shrugged but nodded before scooting his chair in closer and reaching for his food. Akaashi mirrored him, slipping off his collared cardigan and pulling his lunch closer, still watching the game.

“I used to play volleyball.” This caught the boy’s attention, who turned his head to look at Akaashi, brows raised and lips pursed. “I was a setter.”

Naoko swallowed his food and for the first time, Akaashi got to hear him speak.

“I like playing setter too.”

His voice was rather meek and had a sort of authority to it, but the biggest thing he noticed made him stifle a laugh.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he called gently, making you spin your chair around in question. “Why is Naoko better at Japanese then you?”

“Hey! That’s mean!”

Naoko began to wiggle in his seat, desperately trying not to laugh at his mother’s, your, irritation. You shot a look at your son and gasped.

“Don’t you start laughing at me. I speak English better than you do.”

“You don’t need to speak English in Japan, mom.”

Kaashi continued to choke on his laugher as you pushed the palm of your hand into your forehead. “I’m being teased by my own son,” you cried quietly, turning your chair back around to face the unedited pages.

Naoko giggled and looked back Akaashi’s way. “Can you teach me?”

Akaashi didn’t see you still in your chair, listening.

“Of course I can.”

“Udai, seriously? You promised that you weren’t going to use weird industry term slang stuff on me.”

With a wide-eyed look and hair messily tied back, the man in question rotated his chair around childishly. “I never promised. I just said I'd go easier on you.” It was infuriating really. 

With a pitiful whine, you shook the rough script in your hand making an angry fluttering sound. “You’re so mean Tenma. You know that I have trouble with slang.”

Udai only laughed and waved you off, “It’s a good way to learn is it not?”

You rolled your eyes but relented, giving a wave and closing the door. Once at your seat Akaashi poked his head out, eyes visible over the top of his square-framed glasses.

“He did it again?”

“Ya,” you huffed. “I can’t blame him though. It’s just frustrating that I can’t remember what a lot of the words mean. I should buy a dictionary.” Akaashi watched as you turned your monitor on. “Oh, um, Naoko was asking about you the other day.”

“Really?”

Your hands came together behind your neck, pulling your head down bashfully. “Ya, he’s been wanting to show you how he’s doing and maybe get the chance to learn a bit from you.”

Akaashi gave you a kind smile, so small that it didn’t even crease his cheeks, and nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”

Your cheeks warmed as you beamed up at him before turning your head down towards your computer screen. Akaashi took a second to appreciate how the cool light from the overcast sky made you look. It was silent in the office for a moment. Just a moment.

“Udai! Another one?!”

In theory, so long as you have space above your head, you can play volleyball anywhere. Your apartment wasn’t ‘anywhere’.

The three-bedroom living space was built as housing and not an Olympic arena, and after breaking one too many of your glasses playing around, it was made clear to you, Naoko, and your sport junky roommate, that volleyball shouldn’t be allowed in the house.

“You guys can go play volleyball with Akaashi at the park, no?” Yukie asked, grabbing an onigiri of the large plate on your kitchen counter and stuffing it in her face. You made a large dinner that day, only to have your friend eat most of it, instead of leaving leftovers for Naoko’s lunch. Not that he complained about it, you sure did though.

Taking Yukie’s words to heart, when the weekend rolled around and Naoko was becoming more anxious, you invited Akaashi to your neighbourhood park to play volleyball.

“Open your elbows a bit more, make a triangle with your hand, and when the ball comes just cushion it with your fingertips before sending it out, okay?”

Naoko nodded, staring at his hands that were being moved around by the older player. Akaashi’s form was kneeled by the boy’s side, his head nearly resting on the younger's shoulder as he tried to make sure he was in the right position.

“Alright,” he said, grabbing the smaller than average volleyball off of the grass. “I’m gonna toss this to you, do you think you can get it to hit my hand right up here?”

Naoko nodded again, eagerly waiting for the blue and yellow ball to come flying his way. You watched silently from the park bench as Naoko tried (and often failed) to get the ball to touch Akaashi’s hand accurately. 

“Almost there, you got this Naoko!” Akaashi encouraged.

Earnestly waiting to see the next move, you sat forward in your seat, watching as that ball made a tall arch towards Naoko’s waiting palms. As the ball made contact with his fingertips, he bent his elbows and wrists before shooting them out into a straight line, sending into the palm of Akaashi’s hand before dropping back onto the grassy field.

Your son, as most six-year-olds do when accomplishing something, shrieked. He shrieked very loudly before sprinting directly into Akaashi’s stomach to give him a (breath-stealing) hug. Akaashi coughed as he tried to get air back into his depleted lungs. From the side you giggled, watching as Naoko’s smile grew, head buried into Akaashi’s stomach.

It became standard, going out to the park during your off days. And this day, like the weekends that have come before, the routine of going to the park, ball in hand, continued. But after spending an hour or so watching the familiar movement of the yellow and blue ball fly through the air, Naoko interrupted the serene setting with a loud request.

“Mama! Mom! Can we go get onigiri?”

Looking up from resting your neck on the back of the bench to turn your gaze onto the energetic boy that was hopping around on the grass. “I’m okay with that, but you should probably ask Akaashi along. We don't want to leave him at the park do we?” you teased, picking up your bag and walking toward the two.

Naoko spun again to look at Akaashi, whose hands were now tucked into his jeans pockets. “Please!” he wailed. “Come with us! Please, please, please, please, please!”

Akaashi let out a hearty laugh. “Calm down, I’ll join you.” without saying another word, Akaashi offered his hand out, letting Naoko clutch it eagerly.

“Udai are you sure it’s okay to bring Naoko along? This is meant to be a work trip and I’d hate for him to dis… dic… get in the way,” you gave up at the end, sighing over your tripping words.

Udai gave Naoko, who had been clinging to Akaashi’s arm since all of you had met outside the city gymnasium, a pat on the head. “It’s alright. Besides, he’ll probably be a great resource.” 

You nodded and watched as Naoko rattled to Akaashi about his school team and new things they had been practicing. You pouted. Upon their arrival, Ena, Chiyo and the others immediately began teasing you for effectively losing your son’s favour, which didn’t make your whining any less audible. On top of that, the group of artists found your sullen look to be a perfect reference, taking their cameras out.

“Keiji,” you cried, following behind the rest of the group as they waltzed through the gym entrance along with the crowd. “You’ve stolen my son.”

Akaashi paused for a moment, taking in a calm breath before looking over his shoulder. “He’s your son, I can’t steal that from you.”

Naoko threw a large smile over his shoulder, making your dragging steps falter.

When did it change? The expression on his face. When did it become so happy? Did he not smile before?

You picked up your pace, brows furrowed as you watched your son chatter happily.

When did he start speaking so much? Since when did he have so much to say? Was it something new in his diet? Or maybe the new friends on his volleyball team?

You found your gaze shifting to the hand that held his. Without thinking about it too hard, you quickened your steps to come up to Naoko’s other side. Your heart pounded as you held your closest hand out for him to grab hold of. When he finally did, immediately looking forward to dragging the two adults with him, the smile you gave Akaashi was the largest he’s ever seen coming from you. 

You looked back at all of your interconnecting hands fondly.

When did he become another person’s son?

I tried going a bit of a different direction with this one in comparison to most Single Parent aus. I’ll admit it could have more meat to it, but oh well, things to improve on. 

Question:

Do you prefer weekly one-shots that are shorter in length (like we’re doing) or longer ones with bigger plots and inconsistent updates (Sort of like “Catch Me If You Can” and “Ready Aim FIre” but longer)? 

- Bacon

Posted: 31/07/2020

[uwushitoshi]

Midoriya Izuku x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Soulmate au! Where you feel the pain your soulmate is going through, have the same wounds either inflicted.

Summary: You definitely did not expect to meet your soulmate during your exam, let alone see him hurt himself and hurt you as well.

Special thanks to @generalbtsanimestudent​ for creating the cute and wonderful title pic above. Check her acc out! She makes cute and aesthetic wallpapers.

*Italicized texts are Midoriya’s POV or thoughts*

You were finally here. Standing in front of U.A., the school you have always dreamed of attending. The path to being a hero seems clearer and brighter. You already took the written test so you were there to take the practical test. 

You were walking towards the school when you saw a boy who looked like he tripped and was about to fall. You used your quirk on him which was telekinesis to stop him from falling for you and to start floating.

He looked really confused as to why he was floating so you went to him to explain the situation.

“Are you okay?” You asked him still using your quirk on him. “It’s my quirk. Sorry for stopping you, but it’s bad omen to trip and fall.” You stopped using your quirk and helped him to make sure he was stable. “This sure is nerve-wracking. Good luck to the both of us!” You waved him goodbye without even giving him a chance to reply and went inside.

‘I talked to a girl!’ Midoriya didn’t even realize he was grinning widely.

After Present Mic explained the mechanics to us, we headed to the test site. I was trying to calm myself by doing some meditation.

‘Why’s everyone so confident?! Aren’t they nervous? Ah...they even have equipment to match their quirks.’ Midoriya looked around and saw the same girl that helped him earlier. ‘Ah! It-it’s her! We’re at the same test site. I’ve got to thank her for earlier.’

Suddenly some guy wearing glasses stopped him, “That girl seems to be doing some meditation. Why are you here? Trying to interfere?” the boy grabbed him which caused Midoriya to flinch. Other exam takers felt relieved that they have one less person to worry about. ‘I can’t blame them for thinking that.’

“And begin! What’s wrong?! The test started! RUN! RUN!” Present Mic shouted which caused everyone to start running.

Robots were being destroyed left and right. ‘Sigh...50 points. I need more, I wasn’t able to get the other robots having to help others from getting crushed by robots. But I guess it’s fine as long as they’re safe.’ You looked around for more robots.

‘I’m already behind. Calm down! Calm down! I can do this! I’m meant to do this!’ A one-pointer robot suddenly appeared in front of Midoriya but he wasn’t able to move out of fear. Another examinee took care of the robot, destroyed it and thanked Midoriya. ‘This is bad. This is bad!’

A big thundering noise was heard by everyone. It was caused by a zero-pointer robot, everyone ran away from it and pushed away anyone that was in their way.

“Oww...” You looked for the source of the noise and found it to be a girl who seemed to have fallen and was trapped under some debris. ‘Should I or should I not? I mean what’s the harm?’ you contemplated. ‘F*ck it. Let’s just save her.’ You immediately tried to use your quirk to get her safe and out of the robot’s way but then you saw someone suddenly run past you and towards the robot.

It was the guy from earlier, he was saving the girl from being hurt by the robot. Seeing how he was gonna attack the robot, you used your quirk on the girl to make sure she was able to get out safely. Pain suddenly shot throughout your arm, “OWW!!! AGHH!!” Examinees surrounding you looked horrified and didn’t know what was wrong with you. They were panicking not knowing what to do. 

While in pain, you looked up to see if the guy was able to defeat the zero-pointer robot, you saw he was flapping around in the air with one of his arms that looked burnt and broken. Still in pain you used your quirk on him to make sure he landed safely. When he was able to land safely, you stopped using your quirk, exhausted but still relieved.

“Just... one point!!!” Midoriya was desperate but he was still glad that the girl was safe.

“It’s all over!!!” Present Mic announced and you saw how devastated the boy was. You immediately ran to the boy to check up on him. You kneeled down beside him and stared at his hurt arm, yours still hurting. He was passed out, probably from exhaustion of using his quirk.

‘Could he be-no, that-it can’t be-he’s my soulmate?’  Your curiosity made you poke his arm lightly which caused pain to shoot through your hurting arm. ‘No way! He definitely is! This was the guy causing me pain from before!’ You looked around fro help, hoping someone would be able to.

A short old woman, Chiyo Shuzenji, also known as Recovery Girl went beside you looking at the boy.

“Oh my, so your own beloved quirk did this to you. Almost looks as though your body isn’t used to it.” She kissed him to heal any of his injuries which stopped the pain from your arm. 

“This one will be fine, how about you, dearie? Are you hurt anywhere?” You realized you were till holding your arm and released it, “Ah! No-no-I’m fine. I’m his soulmate so-” You were flustered not used to admitting it.”Ah, I see. Please take care of him well and make sure he doesn’t hurt himself this bad anymore.” You bowed to her as she went to take care of others that are injured.

You went with the paramedics who brought him to the nurse's room. "Please give this to him when he wakes up and tell him to contact me." You left them with your contact number and went home.

Midoriya was waiting for a letter from U.A., while lifting some weights on one arm, he got shocked by the sudden appearance of his mother holding a letter. He went inside his room while his mother was waiting outside, walking back and forth.

When he opened the letter, a projection of All Might appeared and explained everything he needed to explain. "Even if you pass the written portion...getting zero points on the practical naturally results in failure. However, that is not the end of the story! Please watch the screen!" When Midoriya looked at the screen, he saw the girl he saved talking to Present Mic. "She came right to us after the exam. Why? Just keep watching."

"Um-that curly haired boy with freckles, can you give him some of my points. I heard him say just one point which means he didn't get any points right? At least how many points he lost saving me!”

"You've moved others with your quirk and she is not the only one..." All Might pointed at the screen behind him.

Another girl appeared, 'It's the girl who helped me!' Midoriya continued to watch the screen.

"The green haired boy with freckles...the one who injured his arm while saving the girl...can you give him some of my points. He didn't earn any points right? You can take some of mine, I already passed the written portion and I had about 50 points for the practical, so please give him some of my points." You looked so desperate which caused his heart to clench.

"Unfortunately, we aren't able to do that. But! Don't worry, it will be fine." Present Mic looked sorry for not being able to do what she said.

"Is that so...then-then please tell him to contact me, I left the paramedics with a paper with my number to contact me. Tell him his soulmate is looking for him!" This caused Midoriya to look at the paper on the table beside him. ‘So this is her number...wait! She’s my soulmate?! She probably felt my pain when I got injured...”

All might continued explaining things and rescue points which meant Midoriya still passed! He felt extremely grateful and was full on sobbing. The projection stopped and closed, his mother barged in his room looking at him expectantly.

"I passed! I passed! I also found my soulmate!" His mother looked extremely relieved and happy for him. After calming down, he sat on his bed and was just staring at the piece of paper with numbers on it. 'Should I or should I not? Let's just do it!' He typed the numbers on his phone and waited for it to ring.

When it began to ring, he got startled and was just staring at it nervously. "Hello?" A girl's voice answered. "Uh-hello-uhm-I-uh" Midoriya was just stuttering. "Who is this? Hello?" The girl sounded like she was getting annoyed. "It-it's me! From the entrance exam...you-you said to contact you." Midoriya's voice getting smaller and smaller as he talked.

"Ah! It's you! What the heck took you so long to call me! Do you know how long I waited?! I-I thought you didn't want to meet me..."

"No! I-I didn't know! They just gave me the paper, I didn't know you were my soulmate! Do you...do you wanna meet up?! Let's meet up! Now!"

"Now?! I mean...I guess we can. Where do you want to meet up?"

"Let's meet up at Takoba Park. Would that be alright with you?"

"Yeah...I'm heading out now."

When Midoriya arrived at the park, he saw a girl sitting on the sand. He went closer to her and reached out when he suddenly felt himself floating. He panicked not knowing what do since he was really scared.

"Ah! It's you. Sorry, I didn't know it was you."  Midoriya stared back at the girl and felt himself being slowly put down on the sand.

"You-you're my soulmate right? How did you find out? I-I mean I guess during the exam right? Sorry- I-uhm didn't mean to get hurt, I was just trying to save the girl and uh-I should stop-uhm-I-uh-" He stopped babbling when he felt warmth and realized he was being hugged.

"I'm glad you're okay...you're not hurt anymore right? You shouldn't get hurt like that! You should learn to control your quirk more!" Now he was being scolded, he didn't know what he was feeling but he liked it. "I'm okay...thank you for worrying. I-I passed the exam!" He hugged you tighter. 

"I'm glad you passed but you should still be careful...should we go somewhere and eat?" 

"Okay...but can we stay like this just a bit longer."

"Okay."

"Okay."

“Wait...I don’t know your name and you don’t know mine...”

“Oh right! Mine’s Midoriya Izuku, yours?”

“L/N Y/N.”

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[dr-passionate-production]

There was something special about looking over the balcony at night. The business of the main road had long died out, leaving just the occasional zoom of a passing car. The sun's blinding light would be hidden away for hours to come. The songs of nocturnal insects filling the ears of those around. There was something.. Special about it all, something serene.

The cat, laying idly at Kei's feet, had found solace in her silence as she did in his. His soft purring vibrating the tips of her toes. The two siblings weren't fond of TV, especially this late at night. So the usual ruckus of the day was no longer present, allowing the ragdoll to sleep soundly if he so choose.

The freedom to choose.. What a liberty, right? To allow oneself decide their own fate, both good and bad. It could be a simple decision, like what color socks you wanted to wear that day or did you want to call your mother or your father, knowing both would be on the end of either of your choices. But, as we intricate creatures continue to walk the long road we call life, we are expected, and sometimes forced, to make some harsh decisions. Ones that are sure to affect you in the long run, if not your entire life. And as Ms. Kei Sato stood there, eyes gazing away into the nightly abyss, she wondered if she chose right. Out of the handful of choices she was given, did she choose the best one for everyone?

Sighing, she looked down, a hand rubbing at her temple in attempts of easing the oncoming headache that was sure to ruin her night and morning. Curses were uttered, and her eyes glanced around dully at the surroundings beneath her. The cat.. Her toes.. The sleeved shirt she wore. When finally, her eyes landed on the glistening ring that hung from her neck.

...

...

...

"... Is the-there something wrong with it?" Hisai asked, taken aback by the way she stared at the gift. It was a golden ring, striped down the center by a lighter shade of gold. The name 'Jeong-joo' was inscribed on the inside, meaning that, yet again, it was a piece of fan merch from the TV show he loved so much. Taehyun, a starry-eyed coworker of Jeong-joo's, had given it to her as one of his many attempts to win her affection. It was an awkward gesture for the both of them, realizing how idiotic it was to give a girl a gift that expensive. It was one of the defining moments of their platonic relationship, one that especially stuck out to the tactician, seeing that he related so heavily to him.

"N-no... I-"

It was too late to reassure. He turned the box to him, worry in his eyes as he buried his face into the case, examining every last detail of the ring. And while it looked stupid in every definition of the word, it did manage to achieve his true goal: to elicit a smile from his troubled girlfriend. He noticed something was off from the get-go. Her usual smile was faded and it looked like his ramblings went through one ear and out the other. She was thinking about something important, he guessed, and while he didn't want to bother her with questions, he was supposed to be there whenever she was upset, like now.

"I- um.. I noticed you're kind of.. Out of it..? I-I guess I-..." He mentally cursed at how his stuttering voice betrayed him. "Are you okay?"

"Hisai.. What do you like about me?"

What did he like about her? What kind of question was that? There was plenty to like about her! Both as a friend and as- .. You know.. A girlfriend..! Where is this all coming from, he wondered. The bothered look on her face was one he hadn't seen before. She was serious about it, so he should as well.

"W-Well..." He stammered, a flower of red starting to blossom on his cheeks. "You're really pretty.. A-and nice... You actually listen to me instead of- you know. Ignoring me like everyone else... And I really like that- um.. That you also give everyone a chance.. Instead of shunning people away because of dumb rumors, you try to befriend them.. And stuff.." The more he spoke, the more confident he sounded in his words. Hisai wasn't good at complimenting someone like this, not like he had experience in it anyway. His mind nearly went blank at the question! Thankfully, though, he managed to pull together a nice coherent answer.

"What if.." Blink and he'd miss the flicker of sadness in her eyes. Her arms folded, as she tried to find a way to voice her insecurities without actually saying them. "What if I was different?"

"Different? Like you had a secret identity?"

"Yes and-... Yes and no.. I'm still myself." She bit her lip, teeth grinding so hard on the delicate piece of flesh that she was on the brink of tearing through. She wanted to say it. She wanted to just pull at her hair and tell him all the things that tore her apart at night. But she couldn't, the fear of rejection and sullying every last moment she had with him and their friends looming over her.

"But a different kind of 'me'.."

"I-I'm confused.. But-! But!.. I.. I'll give 'that kind of you' a chance.. Like you did to me.. Because, in the end, you're still Isa. .. Right?"

His answer was far from understandable. And he couldn't tell if what he said did anything to improve her mood or ease her stress. But the smile he gave her read as if he solved all of her problems. Like he was going to be the sunshine on her rainy day.

Isabella fought back the tears pricking her reddening eyes. He was far too sweet for his or her own good. Just gives her another reason to cherish him more. She pulled him in close, an arm around his shoulders and another to hug his head against her chest, her fingers running through his blonde hair. Isabella was sure he could feel her heart beat against his temple, but she couldn't care any less. Let him hear it.

"Thank you, Sai." She managed to whisper without choking on her tears. They'd have to work on this giving nature of his. She could easily buy him back just as many gifts but it felt as if he was trying to buy her affection. But really-

"And don't worry... I love the ring."

He didn't have to.

...

...

Hisai.. The sky was empty that night, not a single star was to be seen from the comforts of the balcony. No one was there to listen to her pleads, not even the spirits above. Can I still be given another chance..?

She had completely separated herself from the one who once was. From head to toe, from the mannerisms to the deepening of her voice, she was Kei Sato, amateur gardener, Armani family caretaker. She enjoyed long walks along the dock and the smell of a Monday brew. She watched La Ruota Della Fortuna with her mother and played cards with the pretentious prick she called a father. She made herself at home in a future she was satisfied with living. But..

"Are you sure about this one, Kid? You know you can't go back after this?"

"Kei! ... You're in our group chat now. So text us when you can, okay?..."

"...You know we would have been there for you if you told us! I could have sworn you were the one that said that we should protect each other..!"

"Addie.. What do I do..?"

"Talking to the cat is a new low, don't you think?"

Of course, she tsked. The sly bastard had snuck up on her while she was deep in thought, only to flash a chesire grin when he caught her thinking out loud.

"You look terrible."

"You are terrible.." She didn't have the energy to make a witty comeback. Seeing him next to her sapped any and all tolerance within seconds. Einosuke shifted his position, joining her to face the small area around them, his head tilted up towards the stars.

"How does it feel? The creeping sense of doubt and regret."

Her words left her the moment she tried to open her mouth. She tried to scowl but her face kept twisting back to her usual bitter look. The corners of her lips twitched and her hands reached up to wipe away bubbling tears. But the more she swiped at, the more tears that fell to the point where she had given up on delaying the inevitable. The last straw was the hand placed on her back, rubbing awkward circles as a means to comfort her.

"Miss Kei!" Kei turned to the painfully cheerful voice, her hands gripping tightly onto the suitcase she dragged behind her. The airport was packed with people yet the occultist had managed to pick her out from the crowd. The moment the clack of her shoes ceased, Chiyo held up a hand, her chest heaving as she took a moment to catch her breath. How did she fucking run in heels?

"He- Here, my dear!" Chiyo held up her phone, decorated with all types of gothic imagery and a photo of her and her beloved mothers. She displayed the chatting app she and her classmates used. With a few taps, Kei's number was slotted amongst the already long list of members in the group.

"You're in our group chat now. So text us when you can, okay?"

"Thanks.. Um.. Kageyama-san but-"

"Please." The occult took Kei's free hand into hers, the serious look in her eyes stopping her in her tracks. "Your aura.. You are harboring a lot of bottled up emotions that I'm sure you don't want to say."

She squeezed the ravenette's hand. "If you ever need someone to talk to, dearest. You know you can absolutely talk to us! If not them, then definitely me. Because I know how it feels.."

Kei was.. Stunned. What did she-. She couldn't have possibly known that-. The lump in her throat was unrelenting and so was the grip Chiyo was on her.

"I... I'm gonna miss my flight.." Kei slipped from her grasp, backing away as she shook off the thought. Chiyo was always the weird one, she reminded herself.

"Bye.." She muttered, rushing off to, hopefully, disappear into the crowd.

"Remember to text us!!" The occultist yelled, not at all bothered by the bitter looks she was receiving. She waved both of her hands with a smile, sending her off with her final goodbyes. "We're here for you, darling! Because that's what friends are for!"

"I hate it.."

[Event: Ms. Sato (End)]

[shih-coulda-had-it]

49: “I’m really drunk, please help me” w sorahiko (2/2 of that one anon’s request)

“Shūzenji,” slurs Sorahiko into his phone. He leans heavily against the sticky wooden table, and slaps Saru on the back. The Monk Hero grunts his acknowledgment, and flags the bartender for more whiskey. Eh, it’s all going on Saru’s tab; the night out has been a belated birthday present for Sorahiko. “Shūzenji, you there?”

“Yes?” She sounds irritable. “What the hell are you calling me for? It’s one-thirty at night, I just got off my shift.”

“I’m…” He searches for the words. “I’m drunk.”

Recovery Girl doesn’t have to speak for her disapproval to come through the phone. Her silence is heavy with it, and Sorahiko endures it with all the lazy patience he is miraculously endowed with after three glasses of sharp, pale golden Suntory liquor. Eventually, she says, “I’m not going to use my Quirk to restore your liver or your sobriety, you lush.”

“I wasn’t going to ask.”

“I’m not paying for your cab either,” she adds mercilessly. “Did you already ask Nana? Is that why you’re calling me? Did she hang up on you?” Unspoken: like you deserve.

Sorahiko pulls a face, and he reaches over and scrubs his hand across Saru’s sniggering expression. He ignores the protests and the sputtering and the—well, no, he can’t ignore the disgusting feeling of Saru licking his palm. “You bastard—not you, Shūzenji, sorry. Um. Please don’t tell Nana I’m drunk, she’ll get mad.”

“I can’t imagine why.”

“She’s pregnant,” says Sorahiko bewilderedly, even though he’s had three months to digest this. “She can’t have alcohol.”

“... And?”

“And if she knows I’m drinking without her, she’ll get mad!”

Shūzenji sighs, long and low. “Why are you calling me, Torino?”

He hesitates. “You won’t tell her, will you?” he checks. At the impatient ‘no, now for fuck’s sakes, tell me before I really do ask Nana to track your pager,’ Sorahiko confesses, “I’m really drunk, please help me.”

“Define ‘really drunk.’”

Sorahiko considers his refilled glass. He flattens his tongue against the roof of his mouth and assesses the dryness, the dehydration. His surroundings are definitely a little hazy, and Saru’s looking more and more like a cuddle buddy than a drinking buddy. Also, the man’s scalp is shining like a lightbulb. “I might pass out.”

“Oh my God,” says Shūzenji. “Who are you drinking with?”

“Monk Kong.”

“Oh my God,” she repeats. “Where are you, what did you drink?” He rattles off an address, hedges on the specific alcohol. “Don’t beat around the bush, I’m coming over, and you might as well tell me before I suss it out. Which hard liquor?”

He balks. “Why would you think that?”

“Because you’re awful at holding your alcohol, and you’re forgetting that I bore witness to all of your and Nana’s experiments.”

“I have to finish this glass,” he says loudly, “so Kong can pay the tab. Bye, Shūzenji.”

Then he hangs up. Saru squints at him. Just to prove something, Sorahiko glares and drains the glass. He’s not too certain what happens between then and when Shūzenji picks him up, but Saru had been sporting a red handprint, and the bridge of Sorahiko’s nose feels tender and tingly, which means Shūzenji used her Quirk on him and didn’t return him to sobriety.

Also, they’re in a taxi.

“Am I paying?” he slurs into her shoulder.

“Hm,” says Shūzenji, and she leans down and starts rummaging through his bomber jacket’s pockets. He stares blearily at the twin buns and the decorative syringes stabbing through the hair like devil horns, and then he grunts because she’s elbowed him in order to investigate the opposite side.

“And you’re a doctor,” he complains.

“An exhausted one,” she agrees, and there’s his wallet in her slim hand. Shūzenji flips it open and plucks out what’s probably the appropriate amount of bills, then she tucks the leather fold back.

“How close are we?”

“Oh, very,” she says.

“Hmm,” he says, and slouches further into the car seat, tucking his chin down and closing his eyes. “I’m still drunk.”

Shūzenji snorts. “I’m not surprised. Kong showed me the tab.” She pokes his tender nose; he turns his face away and mumbles a curse. “You’re only twenty-eight, you idiot. There’s no reason for you to be wasting your liver so early.”

“Not wasting.”

“You certainly weren’t celebrating.”

“I’m tired,” Sorahiko whines. “Stop nagging at me.”

“‘Stop nagging at me,’” she mimics, pitching her voice higher than normal. She clicks her tongue when he lolls his head against her shoulder, butting against the sharp jut of it with a bullish determination. “Close your eyes, I’m turning on my pager.”

Obediently, he does so. Colors bloom behind his eyelids.

“Who’re you texting?”

“My girlfriend.”

“Oh.” Sorahiko screws up his face. “The one with the white wings? Boxy glasses? Congratulations. I think Nana and I sent you a gift basket a month ago.”

“You did,” Shūzenji says, and her inscrutable tone hints at amusement and an incoming reprimand. “It was very kind, and I applaud whoever’s idea it was to hire a calligrapher to write the message. Were you the one who stacked it with microwavable taiyaki? As an ‘afterglow snack’?”

“Yes,” he says smugly. “Was I right?”

Shūzenji exhales. “Wow. I suddenly have no regrets.” The taxi trundles to a stop, and Shūzenji gets out first, circles around and hauls Sorahiko to his feet. “Hi, can you give me five minutes? I’ll pay for the extra time.” The driver is agreeable, he can hear that much. He struggles to keep his balance as she tugs him forward, and his eyes are fixated on making sure each step connects to the cement path.

Suddenly they’re at a stop.

Suddenly, there’s a golden light. Sorahiko makes a “Buh?” noise, and blinks up to see Shimura fucking Nana’s concerned eyes, and her husband standing behind with that same expression.

“Shūzenji Chiyo,” he says, betrayed. “This isn’t my apartment.”

Shūzenji shoves him forward. “Nana-chan, your responsibility now, you’re welcome, Torino, bye!”

[applepiry]

Hibiki’s BackStory Part 1

Anything in BOLD TEXT is Hibiki’s special phone speaker’s voice speaking. It is a mechanical made voice, but it is from a data bank of Hibiki’s speech he’s put into it so it does have his mannerisms in speech! It also does sound a bit like his actual voice, just at a decent speaking volume.

This is the first part of Hibiki’s first day at UA in first year! It also tells the story of his history, and how he came to be in Recovery Girl’s care.

TW for: Death and Bullying

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Age 4…

“Reiki… you feel really warm…” the small raven haired boy said, whimpering as he touched his baby sisters forehead. 

Four year old Hibiki had been left all alone, with his infant sister. His father was supposed to be watching them as their mother was on the night shift at the hospital but had stepped out to get things from the store. The boy knew he could use his singing to do a few different things, but he wanted to be able to heal his sister. His mother was a healer, and it was all he had ever wanted. 

His sister’s small cries made him whimper, and he thought of the song his mother had sung to him, hoping and begging it would work. He started out humming to get the melody, before taking a deep breath and singing as best as he could. His sister began to glow, her cries subsiding as the discomfort of the fever disappeared. Her large eyes fluttered as she yawned and settled down as Hibiki stopped singing, taking a deep breath when he was done. 

Hibiki smiled wide, feeling that her fever was gone and considering she was now sleeping, must not have been in any pain. The small boy began crying out of happiness, so glad he was going to be able to take care of his sister. She would never have to be in any pain, as long as he was around.

Age 7…

Smack! Whack! 

Hibiki was on the ground, getting kicked and punched by a group of boys from his elementary school. The current beating he was received after he had refused to do the other kids homework. He was the smallest in his grade, and it was easy to pick on someone who didn’t have a physical quirk. Plus, Hibiki had sworn never to use his quirk to hurt anybody. He could heal with it, and that was all he would do with it. He was just going to have to get better at avoiding others. 

When the others left, bored by the lack of reaction Hibiki had, he sat up and wiped the blood from his face with a red colored handkerchief. Sighing, he got up and looked down at himself, grimacing at all the bruises as he checked himself over. While he could heal others, he could not heal himself. He’d have to tell his mother, or let these heal on their own. 

Wondering towards home, he was slow and careful not to catch any attention. However, a boy with blond hair had come running up to him and tried to see how he was doing. Hibiki didn’t remember much about this boy, as he had insisted he was fine and ended up running all the way home, even through the pain.

Walking through the door, he was tackled right away by his sister, a now four year old Reiki with bright red eyes looking up at him. 

“Nii-san!” she said, her loud pitch making his ears ring, causing him to gently push her back. 

“Reiki, be careful,” he said with a soft whine, rubbing his ears. 

“Oh, sorry,” she said with a small pout. Her quirk had showed up and was similar to their fathers, only hers depended on her pitch of voice to use it to manipulate things. 

“Just remember to watch your pitch, okay?” he told her with a gentle voice. He slipped around her and headed to his room, trying to avoid his parents. He didn’t see either of them as he ran past the living room and kitchen, making it to his room right as he heard his father call for him. He closed the door quickly, and would lie and say he didn’t hear him if he asked. Hibiki quickly got to work cleaning himself off and making sure all his wounds won’t be visible. He hated lying to his parents, they were so nice, but he really didn’t want them to get involved with the bullying. They would only worry...

Age 15… Beginning of February

“Hibiki, you’ll be switching high schools,” his mother's voice came as a surprise as he stood outside his room, about to go in before she had stopped him.

“What?” he said, shocked. He was going to a decent middle school right now, close to home, and doing well in it, and had picked the neighboring high school to continue being close to home. Why was she suddenly saying such things? 

“You got a recommendation to UA High!” she told him.

“What?” he repeated, still not sure what was going on. Had he even applied? No, he hadn’t. He had never even thought of going to UA.

“Yes, remember my superior I told you about? Who works there? Well, anyway, I mentioned you have a quirk capable of healing, like mine, which is very rare, yaknow? And well, she insisted you go to UA and study under her. Her name is Recovery Girl.” his mother explained. 

Hibiki stood there, rather in shock. He knew the part of his quirk was rare, but hadn’t ever thought about applying to UA. Now UA wanted him? But he wasn’t planning on becoming a Hero…. Wait, that’s right, they had general studies as well, and had some of the best teachers in the entire country… Maybe he would get a great job at a hospital with this opportunity. 

“I’ll go,” he said, looking at his mother with determination. She grinned at her son and patted his shoulder, telling him how proud she was of him for coming so far.

“You’ll be an amazing hero,” his sister had told him when she found out.

“Ha, thanks but I dunno about hero?” he had said.

“Saving people is a heroes job, and that’s what you do, nii-san!” she had replied.

About a month later….. Middle of March

Hibiki stood there in the hospital in shock, staring at the charred bodies of his family members. He had been at a friends house when his house had been broken into, and the robber used his fire quirk to set the entire house ablaze to cover his crimes, not realizing the family was asleep inside. His parents and sister had perished in that fire, unable to escape from the hellish nightmare as the fire spread all around them. The roof had collapsed in on them, trapping them even further. He had heard the coroner telling the police they had died slowly, and in a lot of pain. He had no idea who he was going to live with, his closest family was in Brazil and he doubted they would even take him in. His mother had been disowned by the family when she had fallen in love and married a Japanese man. 

Hibiki began sobbing in the hospital hallway after he had said goodbye to the bodies of his family, shaking heavily. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. His sister was supposed to become a nurse, and his parents were supposed to be here for him until they grew old. Feeling a presence, he looked up a bit, seeing a small, older woman standing in front of him.

“Hibiki?” she said, her voice was kind. “I’m Chiyo Shuzenji, better known as Recovery Girl, I was your mother's superior at work. I am so sorry to hear what happened…” she said, sitting beside him and pulling candy out of her pocket, offering it to him. “Your mother… she was an amazing woman.” she said, sighing softly. 

Hibiki stared at the woman, looking at the candy and taking it with a shaky hand. He held it, staring at the colorful wrapper but not speaking a word.

“The police said they are trying to contact your family but… would you like to stay with me until they find someone?” she asked him.

Hibiki looked back at her, his eyes showing his shock. This stranger was going to take him in? Slowly, he nodded, sobbing again as he wrapped his arms around the womens small frame, unable to help himself any longer. He needed to hold someone right now. Anyone.

Sure enough, none of his family wanted him. And his father’s parents had only had his father, and had passed away about two years ago, so there was nobody from that side who would, either. Hibiki had nowhere to go. Well, almost nowhere. Recovery Girl quickly agreed to adopt him, excited by the thought as she had grown fond of the young man. The government had agreed it would be a perfect match, and had given her guardianship over Hibiki, and put any of his parents assets in a trust for when he needed money, and would get full control over it when he turned 18.

Hibiki wasn’t up to starting school the first month, still a hollow shell of his former self without his parents, his little sister he had cherished so much. Recovery Girl had allowed him to stay back for a bit, not wanting to push him. He had his uniform, and had been told which class he was going to be a part of, but he just did not want to go. Even after witnessing the sports festival and seeing how many kids got injured. If this had been months ago, he would have been so eager to go heal those kids.

His mother had done this for him. So he could become a Healing Hero, and help others like she had. His sister had always told him she believed he was going to be the best hero ever with his quirk. But now, they were gone. And he felt like that dream was too. He no longer wanted to be a hero, now only wanting to be left alone. Recovery Girl had agreed he could wait until after his first birthday without his family before going to school, but after that he needed to at least try going to school. He had agreed because she was so nice to him, there was no way he could tell her no.

A few weeks after the Sports Festival…. End of May

“We have a new student joining us!” Snipe told the students of his homeroom, 1-C. 

Everyone was naturally confused, as new students during the middle of the school year were very unusual. They stay quiet so their teacher can finish. “He was supposed to start at the beginning of the year but due to unforeseen circumstances, he couldn’t join us until now.” he told the students. “Please come in, Shimizu,” Snipe said.

The sliding door opened, revealing a fluffy raven haired boy with bronze skin, his eyes the color of the golden sun. His eyes held a dark violet color under them, the dark circles under his eyes making it obvious how tired this boy is. Under his right eye, and his lower left lip were moles, his chin soft yet not quite round, and cheekbones just barely visible. He was about average height for the males in the school, standing at about 177 cm. Dressed in the usual male uniform, with a loosely put on tie, he suddenly let out a loud yawn as he stopped next to Snipe and turned to face the class. 

Not a very good first impression, most of the students think.

“Please introduce yourself, Shimizu!” Snipe urges.

“My name is Hibiki Shimizu. It’s nice to meet you,” he says, his voice soft and barely able to be heard. 

“Huh?!” most of the students shout, a little annoyed with this guy.

“Ah- my quirk uses my voice so…” he says, still softly, to Snipe. He goes through his bag and pulls out a phone, which makes the students look even more puzzled. He presses a button and a mechanical voice plays.

“My quirk requires me to sing, so I do not speak freely, or loudly, so forgive me.” 

“Oh!” a girl says, “That’s neat, what is your quirk!?” she asks excitedly. 

Everyone agrees they would like to know. Everyone aside from one boy in the back, who’s being awfully quiet. Hibiki had noticed his lavender hair right away, as lavender was one of his favorite colors and it was unusual to see such a color of hair, even in this quirk-filled world.

“It has been dubbed ‘Holy Voice’, and it allows me to control various things with songs that I sing.” the recording plays after Hibiki hits a sequence of numbers into it. Hibiki wasn’t really very interested in telling them the specific’s though, and hoped they would not pry. They would see him in PE classes, after all. 

“Wow, that is so cool!” someone says.

“How are you not in the Hero course!?” one student asks.

“I do not want to be a Hero.” the recording plays. Hibiki looked at them all with tired, but serious eyes, honestly hoping they do not pry any further.

DING. DONG. DING. DONG.

“Ah, that’s the bell. Well, off to the Gym!” Snipe says, ushering the students to leave. “And see me at lunch, okay, Shimizu?” he says. 

“Yes, sensei.” 

“That’s totally weird,” he hears a student whisper to another. It makes him let out a breathy laugh, though, enough to make him curl his lip into a half-smirk. 

The girls that saw the smirk started to swoon, shocked the tired looking boy could look so... hot when he had that smirk on his face. Maybe the new boy wasn’t so bad!

--------------IN P.E..------------

Oh, wrong… All the girls watched as Hibiki ran away from every single attack, dodging easily but never attacking back. He only ran. Hibiki made sure nothing hit him, his movements as if he was a cat avoiding being sprayed with a water bottle. While they weren’t perfect, they worked enough so he didn’t get hit. 

By the end of class, everyone was frustrated and tired, having gone after Hibiki to see him use his quirk. But, they had failed by the end of it. The teacher wasn’t all that happy he hadn’t used it, and scolded him, telling him the only way he could improve was to use his quirk. 

Hibiki hadn’t taken the words to heart as he went to change and went off to his next class, now having regular studies until it was time for more training after lunch. He wasn’t here to learn to fight, anyway, but knew it was essential. That’s why he had mastered dodging, not one for physical contact. In fact, he hated being touched by people. 

Going through classes was fine, as he was good at school work, and it required very little contact with any of the others. At least, until he got called into the principal's office right before lunch. 

“Can you take him, Shinsou-kun?” Ms Midnight said with a large grin. 

“I can go on my own, miss,” Hibiki tried to insist.

“Don’t be silly! It’s hot to help new students! Go now, Shinsou!” Ms Midnight said.

The lavender haired male stood and nodded, heading to the door, “Yes, ma’am,” he said as he nodded fort Hibiki to follow him.

The two walked silently towards the principal's office. It was nice, but odd, as Hibiki was used to others chattering away or asking him questions. 

“Here we are. See ya,” Shinsou said with a wave before heading off. 

Hibiki blinked, not used to such an unfriendly person like himself, but he shrugged and knocked on the door. 

---

“Come in,” Nezu said from behind the door.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” Hibiki said after he went inside, tilting his head a bit. He had met the small, animalistic principal when Recovery Girl had introduced them yesterday, letting him know that Hibiki would finally be coming to school. 

“Yes! Shimizu-kun, will you come with me to class 1-A?” he asked, suddenly on Hibiki’s shoulders.

Hibiki seemed generally unfazed as the principal sat on his shoulders as he walked down the hall, being directed by him as he had no idea where he was going. A few passing students gave odd looks but always said hello to the principal. 

When they got to the classroom, Nezu had Hibiki knock on the door. A lazy-sounding voice replied, “Come in,” prompting the raven haired male to open the door. 

“Principal Nezu?” the teacher said, a bit confused but his face relaxed when he seemed to remember, seeing the golden eyed boy who Nezu sat on. Hibiki noticed this man resembled him a lot, or rather he resembled him? Either way, they both had the same exhausted look.

“Aizawa! Do you remember that student I told you would be joining you in the afternoon from class C?” he said happily, now situated in Aizawa’s scarf looking item. 

Hibiki tilted his head, confused at this new information. He hadn’t been told he’d be with another class in the afternoon. 

“Ah, right.” Aizawa said, sounding bored, “Students, this is Hibiki Shimizu from Class C. He’s a new student, but because of his quirk, he’ll be joining us, and class B, during the afternoon for training. We wanted to introduce you all before training so we can just jump into it.” he tells them.

“Ooooh, whats your quirk!?” an all pink girl asked, sounding just as excited as his classmates this morning.

“Aw man I was hoping it’d be a hot girl!” a purple boy whined, but nobody paid him, or the person who hit him, any mind.

Hibiki looked at Nezu and Aizawa, wondering if he should answer. 

Nezu nodded, “It’s okay to tell them. You’ll be working with them all after all, probably very frequently, you know?”

Hibiki pulled out his phone, pressing a button. “My quirk is called Holy Voice. I can do many things with it, but my main focus is healing others.” the recording plays his answer.

“What?! A healer?!” the students sound shocked, as they naturally would be. After all, being able to heal others was a very rare quirk to have. Most of them were only aware of Recovery Girl who had such a quirk. 

All the students are chattering excitedly, asking questions over one another until Aizawa just glares, and they all go silent. Hibiki looks at Aizawa with a bit of admiration, wishing he could do that. 

“One question at a time. Raise your hands,” he said, frowning as he glared at his students.

A green haired boy raised his hand first, looking extremely eager. “Yes, Midoriya?”

“What else can your quirk do? You said you can do a lot of stuff with it? Do you mean your voice?” he said, rattling off questions one after another. 

Hibiki blinked, a bit taken back by the amount of questions. He heard Aizawa sigh beside him, “Just one question, Midoriya,” he told him.

“O-Oh, sorry.. Erm… How does your quirk work?” he asked shyly, his face bright red with embarrassment as he fidgeted in his seat. Hibiki took notice of all the scars littering his hands that clutched a notebook and pencil, and could tell he was going to be busy with this person in particular. 

After some tapping on the screen, the phone began to play another recording, “When I sing, depending on what I sing, I can do various things. I can heal people, cause people to see illusions and shatter, disintegrate, destabilize or stabilize living and nonliving objects.” His quirk was a perfect combination of what his parent’s quirks had been.

“What the fuck?” said a blond boy with red eyes.

“Woah,” said a few students.

“Wow, you sing?” a girl with a cool haircut and odd ear-lobes. Wait, where those mic plugs? 

Hibiki didn’t answer immediately, but instead made his way to her desk. 

“Yes,” he said once he reached her side, using his own voice instead of the phone. “Are those mic plugs? 3.5mm?” he asked, looking down at her in her seated position, staring at her with golden eyes. 

“Ah-!” she made a startled sound, her face going a bit pink as she jumped back, “Hey! Don’t get so close so suddenly!” she said, frowning. 

“Oh, apologizes,” he said, stepping back. “I noticed your ears and they interested me,” he said, his monotone tone reminding everyone of the way Todoroki had been back at the beginning of the year. However, there was an almost childish way about the way he said the words. In all reality, he was just curious if she sang too, liking to find others with hobbies like his. He was just… awkward.

“Well, in any case, Shimizu will be sitting in on your training in the afternoons when you do combat training, so that way we don’t have to bother Recovery Girl all the time.” Aizawa said, cutting the conversation short. 

“Since he also has defensive and offensive capabilities, he’ll be directly involved as well.” Principal Nezu said from Aizawa’s shoulder. 

Hibiki softly glared at the principal, not wanting to be in combat training but he didn’t say anything against it. He walked back to the front, making note of every single student in this class. All of the blondes he was going to have to avoid, just looking at their faces, he could tell that much. One looked angry, one looked like an idiot and another looked loud. The one with the tail seemed normal, but Hibiki was always cautious. Actually, most of the class looked like they were going to be annoyingly loud to Hibiki. Except maybe, like, two of them? 

Yawning again, he rubbed his left eye a bit as Aizawa and Nezu talked for a moment before the bell rang again. 

“Alright, see you all after lunch,” he told the other students. Nezu told Hibiki to go to lunch as well, but Hibiki had to find his way to the staff room first to see Snipe. 

Hibiki waited until nearly all the students had left, staying close to the teachers acting as if they were talking to him too. He really did not want to make friends with any of these guys. Sure, he knew as a future doctor to pro heroes, he had to get along with them but all of them seemed too much for him to really handle. 

He had nearly made it to the staff room when he was caught by a group from 1-A, who all seemed very eager to get to know him. Five students stood in front of him, blocking his path as they all tried to introduce themselves at once.

“I’m Tenya Iida! I’m the Class Representative for 1-A. It is a pleasure to meet you!” the tall dark haired boy said, extending his hand.

“I’m Izuku Midoriya,” said the green haired boy. Ah, the scarred boy. 

“Oh! I’m Ochako Uraraka!” the brown haired girl said with a bright smile.

“Call me Tsu,” the black haired girl who resembled a frog said, pointing at herself. 

“And I am Momo Yaoyorozu! I am the Vice Representative for 1-A. It is so nice to meet you.” the tall black haired girl said, her hair in a tall ponytail. 

Hibiki stood there, his eyes a bit wider than usual from the shock, unblinking for a good few moments.

“Um, are you okay?” Uraraka asked, stepping closer. Hibiki had to force himself not to step back and run. 

He nodded, her words pulling him out of his shock, pulling out his phone and typing into it. 

“I am Hibiki Shimizu,” the speaker played, “Nice to meet you all.”

“Oh, do you not want to talk to us like you did with Jirou?” Tsu asked. 

Hibiki tilted his head, a smirk crawling onto his face as he exhaled a breathy laugh. 

“My quirk requires my voice. I do not use it often. I do not mean to be offensive.” 

“Oh, right,” she said, blushing a bit. 

“So, where did you transfer from?” Momo asked.

“Homeschool.” That’s right, they had no idea who he was or that he was supposed to have started here originally. Well, easier to lie than explain.

“That's highly unusual for anyone with a quirk. How did you come to end up at UA?” Iida asked, staring at Hibiki with questioning eyes. He seemed very stern to Hibiki, and he didn’t like his tone.

“Recovery Girl is my guardian. She recommended me.” Another kind of lie. 

“What? She has kids?” Tsu wondered out loud.

“Wow, so you got in on a recommendation?!” Ochako asked, sounding shocked.

“I suppose so, yes.” They weren’t sure who’s question he was answering, but assumed it was Uraraka’s. 

“That’s impressive. Only four other students are even in on recommendations, and two are in class A!” Momo said.

Hibiki tilted his head in curiosity, which prompted an answer.

“Me, and Todoroki-kun. The one with red and white hair?” Momo said with a smile.

Hibiki thought back, remembering each student's face and matching the bicolored eyed boy with the name Todoroki for future reference. 

“Ah, yes, him. He looks like he’ll need to be healed often. Actually, you two do as well.” the phone spoke, Hibiki looking directly at Midoriya and Iida. “Wreckless, that’s the word.”

Tsu laughed, which caused Ochako and Momo to join in with her. 

“How rude!” Iida said, shocked the new student would say something so… right? After meeting him. Not that he would admit such a thing. He didn’t really see himself as reckless.

“You can probably tell for me, huh?” Midoriya said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

Hibiki nodded at Midoriya, choosing to ignore Iida for now.

Thankfully for him, Snipe had come to find him and found him not far from the staff room, and took him away from this awful encounter. He’d have to see them later, but that was later. After lunch. He could pretend nothing had happened in that short of time.

Of course all hope of that was dashed when Snipe merely told him he would meet Class B tomorrow, and sent him on his way. Hibiki groaned softly as he headed for the cafeteria, wondering how crowded it was, but he knew it was going to be ridiculous. 

Making his way into it, he tried his best to slip around the crowds of people, and nicely for him, he was rather average. He wasn’t too tall or short that he stood out much, he liked that. He wanted to blend into the wall and disappear when he saw more students from 1-A, hoping they wouldn’t try to talk to him like the others had. 

But then, he noticed the mic plug girl, and changed course, now wanting to talk to her. She was with a boy with odd elbows, one of the blondes; the loud looking one, and the all-pink girl. Hm, he supposed it would be worth conversing with them to get to know the only other one who looked like she enjoyed music as much as he did. 

The loud looking blond boy noticed him first, “Oh hey new kid!” he shouted, waving frantically.

Hibiki wanted to turn on his heels but forced himself to smile a bit, trudging forward in his attempts at making a friend. He took out his phone and typed into it.

“Hello. I am Hibiki Shimizu. Just call me Shimizu. It’s nice to meet you all.”

“That is so interesting!” the pink girl said, looking at the phone. 

“Is that a special program?” the elbow-boy asked.

Wow, these students are nothing like the ones I met earlier. Hibiki thought to himself.

“Yes, I made it myself.”

“Wow that is so cool!” the pink girl and blond boy said together. 

“Wow, by yourself?” the elbow-boy asked.

Hibiki nodded and turned his attention to the mic-plug girl. “May I have your name?” 

“M-Me? Oh, it’s Kyouka Jirou…” she said, holding out her hand for him to shake.

“Jirou…” Hibiki said in his own voice, taking her hand and gently squeezing, his thumb going over the callous’ on her hand. “You play many instruments, too.” he said, his voice quiet as if Jirou was much closer than she was. Jirou’s face became hot and she pulled her hand away. 

“I do, so what? … Wait, did you say too? You play?” she said, cautious at first before becoming excited. 

Hibki nodded, glad he had finally gotten what he wanted to get across.

“That makes sense considering your quirk is singing!” the pink girl said.

“That’s cool, what do you play? Oh, er, I’m Hanta Sero, by the way,” said the elbow boy, holding out his hand. 

Hibiki took it and shook it once before letting go.

“I’m Mina Ashido!” the pink girl said, realizing she hadn’t introduced herself.

“Denki Kaminari!” the loud blond said, grinning and getting a bit too close.

Hibiki moved back, shaking a bit. Jirou seemed to notice, so she put herself in between the two a bit.

“So, yeah, what do you play?” she asked, smiling.

Hibiki slowly stopped shaking, taking a deep breath, taking out his phone.

“Piano, guitar, bass, drums, flute and the saxophone.”

“Woah, that's so cool!” Kaminari said. “I play the guitar!” he said, grinning.

Hibiki looked at him, a bit shocked this boy could play anything. Maybe he would be able to find friends here after all. Wait, no. He wasn’t here to make connections. He couldn’t allow himself to emotionally connect with anybody. 

“I play a few things too,” Jirou said, making him look at her. 

The rest of lunch flew by, with Hibiki mostly listening to the students as they all talked about their interests. Every now and then, Hibiki would give vague and general answers about himself, but he was trying very hard not to reveal much about himself. 

When the bell rang signaling the end of lunch, Mina grinned at him, “Are you ready to see Class A in action?” she asked.

Hibiki nodded a bit, “I suppose so.”

[thesheephannibalpet]

Death Not Part Hannibal successfully kills and eats Will in Florence. He ate his brain at the dinner table with Jack, just as he had planned out. As so he had forgiven him, for making him love him. Soon after men with guns broke into the apartment, and with Chiyo’s help he narrowly escaped capture. He had a sour feeling as he walked home, back to his enormous luxury flat.

That night he starts to see and hear Will. At first he was sure it was a trick of the mind, something in the tone of grief pulling low chords through his head. But then he heard it again, Will talking clear as day, to his dogs. Will in his front yard, Will screaming. Will laughing over breakfast. Will crying for help. He sees blood, tastes it. His forehead burns where he cut Will.

When Will walked into the room, Hannibal’s heart involuntarily jumped into his throat. He swallowed dryly.

“Hello Will,” He greeted, mind racing.

“Did you really think you could just rid yourself of feelings by killing me? That I would disappear from your life?” Will greeted, his voice as solid as the grand furniture surrounding them.

“Will you stay?” Hannibal asked, feeling an empty aching looking at the figure. “Summon me, bring the teacup back together.” “How?” Hannibal bit back the tears from his voice, overcome. “How do I bring you back to me?” “I’m still here for a short time. You need to bond our souls while I’m still here. Marry me.”

He was standing before him, and before Hannibal could respond, Will had their lips crushing against each other. It felt cold, fleeting, a brushing against an aching itch.

“Summon me, marry me, Hannibal,” Will was begging now, a tremor in his voice.

Hannibal knew a few satanic rituals, mostly for research purposes. As a younger man he hunted down all avenues of spirituality and faith, trying to find a god. Using what he’d known, using words that came to him in the moment with fervor and desperation, he called to Will.

With a candle lit, he looked up into the dark apartment.

“Will Graham, may you not rest as long as I am living. I killed you--haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”

Will appeared.

“Wuthering Heights?” He asked with a grin, coming to stand before Hannibal. He put his hands into his pockets.

“As suitable as any text of desperate love,” Hannibal spoke as he rose. Standing toe to toe with this form that nearly glowed. He looked shockingly real; Hannibal could smell his sweet sweat, hear his pounding blood. “I should hate you,” Will mused. “But I don’t. Did you think my love would die with me?” Hannibal couldn’t hold back any longer, he grabbed his jaw. They were rushed into a kiss, gasping. Grabbing. Hungry and alive. "I want to ruin you like you’ve ruined me," Will growled, hands roaming. Grabbing at skin and pinning him closer. "My dear will, you already have,” Hannibal breathed. “Before you I knew nothing of want." “What did you think would happen after you ate me? That you could forget me? That I wouldn't haunt you?”

“I prayed for it,” Hannibal growled, thrusting his hips to grind forward. “I hoped beyond hope for this.” “Join me,” Will demanded, leaning in to suck punishing kisses to his neck. “Don’t live another minute in a world without me.”

“Yes,” Hannibal whispered

“I can’t stay, but you can come with me.”

Hannibal nodded fervently. “How?”

“He woke her then, and trembling and obedient, she ate that burning heart out of his hand,” Will husked in his ear, quoting Dante.

Hannibal shuttered.

“You want to eat my heart,” Hannibal breathed.

“Yes,” Will said, licking a trail up his neck. “Offer it to me.”

Hannibal took Will’s hand, holding it up to go over his chest. He pressed his palm to where his heart beat rapidly.

“Take it,” He ordered.

Within seconds he felt an excruciating split between his ribs. Will’s digging hands opening him, fingers searching through the blood and flesh. He finally gripped it, pulled it out between them. Hannibal looked down, eyes wide at his beating heart before his eyes. He looked back up to Will, who was looking at him fondly.

[knybits]

- ̗̀ peonies, white roses and camellias ̖́-

HERES PART TWO!! hope you guys enjoy!!

Part One || Part Two

Akiko is pissed that Giyuu stole her spot. 

“Hey. Move. I want to look out the window,” Akiko glares up at Giyuu, but he remains unbothered. 

So she looks at his eyes, then follows to where he’s looking at. 

And now she’s glued to the store window by Giyuu’s side. 

“What the hell’re you guys starin at this time,” Sanemi snaps at his idiotic co-workers. 

“Art.” 

“Fuck that supposed to mean.” 

“Art.” 

Chiyo wipes some sweat off her brow, huffing with slight exhaustion as she sets the box down. Miyuki looks over with a smile. 

“Kidding! Move the box to the right again?” 

“I’ve had to move this box six times already, so what the hell are you aiming at?” 

Miyuki looks across the window to see the three tattoo artists staring at Chiyo. Or, more specifically, her arms. 

The three nod to themselves, finally finding something to agree on. 

“Art.” 

--- 

Akiko’s heart goes into overdrive at least three times a week. 

Why? 

Tanjirou walks in just to say ‘hi’ to her. 

The bell chimes and Akiko quickly looks up with bright eyes, only to see that Sanemi has come back from the flower shop with another small batch of flowers in his hands. 

“Oh. It’s just you.” 

“Y’know? You really piss me the fuck off sometimes,” he growls out, swapping the flowers out from the counter and disposing of the old flowers. 

Akiko looks back down at her client, resuming her work before piping up, “So? How was your weekly visit? Have you hit on that girl yet?” 

Sanemi begins to sputter out protests, but he doesn’t yell at Akiko like she expects he would. So she smiles down at her work. 

“You’re so whipped already…” 

“I HEARD THAT!” 

Nevermind, he’s back to yelling.

---

 “I’m gonna do it.” 

“Do what?” 

“Science.” 

Miyuki looks at Chiyo oddly, wiping her hands on her apron as Chiyo looks at the new shipment of roses. 

It takes a second to click in Miyuki’s head, but once it does she stares wide eyed at Chiyo. 

“Are you gonna cross breed them?” 

She doesn’t get an answer, Chiyo’s mind tunnel visioning on the roses that she’s gathered into her arms and brings to the front of the store, a few roses left behind. 

“You know, you can always just text Giyuu to go out for some coffee!” Miyuki calls out, waving her phone into the air. Chiyo stops in her tracks. 

“How the hell am I supposed to slide into his DM’s?” 

“Just… Just ask him for his number…” 

There’s silence, and Chiyo breaks it with a loud laugh. 

“Ask for his number- what year were you even born?” 

“HEY! We’re the same age!!” 

Miyuki’s phone suddenly goes off, and she glances down at the text before smiling. 

“Cool! Giyuu and I are hangin out after work!” 

“HAND ME THE PHONE OR DIE!” 

--- 

Tanjirou’s daily way of life consists of working at the flower shop and staring at Akiko from the store’s big windows. Her workstation is right in front of the window like some sort of high school anime protagonist, but it allows for Tanjirou to see her work diligently. 

And she dazes off from her spot by the window too, often times looking up at the clouds or scrolling through her phone. And whenever she catches him staring at her, he quickly turns back to over watering the flowers. 

Even Chiyo and Miyuki have caught him a number of occasions, and they now tease him relentlessly for it. 

“I’ll be taking my break now!” Tanjirou says, hanging his apron on a spare hook before quickly trying to escape through the front entrance. 

“Are you going over to the tattoo parlor?” Chiyo wonders aloud, and Tanjirou freezes in his tracks. 

“N- No? I’m uhh… Getting a coffee!!” 

He runs out, barely hearing Miyuki call out, “Make sure you get Akiko one too!” 

The two girls laugh when they see Tanjirou’s red ears and they get back to work when new customers walk in. 

The next time the bell chimes, Akiko is happy to see that it isn’t Sanemi or Giyuu, but rather Tanjirou. She finds herself smiling giddily, then quickly directs her attention back down to her client while attempting to hide her happiness. 

“Hey kid,” Sanemi calls out, and Tanjirou jumps a bit. 

“You need something?” 

Tanjirou stares at the cup in his hand before setting it down on the counter, “Ah, if Akiko is too busy, just give this to her later if you can.” He smiles, and he’s about to zoom out of the door in fear of Sanemi, but he stops himself. 

Then, with all the courage in his soul, he turns around and shuffles close to Sanemi, beckoning him closer to whisper his question. 

“Do you… Do you know Akiko’s favorite type of flowers?” 

Sanemi cocks a brow, “How the hell am I supposed to know that-” 

“Camellias.” 

Two heads whip to Giyuu, who has just finished up with his client. He probably overheard them when he turned his tattoo gun off, and he peels his plastic gloves off. 

“She likes camellias.” 

Tanjirou smiles as bright as the sun, overwhelmed with joy, and he speaks up to say, “Chiyo likes peonies and Miyuki likes white flowers!” And with that quick bit of information, Tanjirou skips out of the store and back to the flower shop. 

--- 

“Just to let you know… purple roses mean love at first sight and true love.” 

Giyuu looks over at Miyuki, the two oddly close as friends. She’s laying on her bed and he sits on the floor, the two scrolling through their phones and enjoying each other’s presence. 

“Why do I need to know that?” 

Miyuki rolls over onto her stomach, flashing Giyuu a cheeky smile, “Just cuz!” 

He sighs at her odd behavior, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose once again before turning back down to his phone. When he doesn’t hear Miyuki move or say anything, he turns back around, in no way used to her silent nature. 

Giyuu finds her staring at his right ear, and he tilts his head in confusion. 

“What?” 

“You have a piercing.” 

He reaches up to touch the helix piercing, fiddling with the ring and reminded that he does in fact have a piercing. 

“Oh my god, Chiyo will eat that shit up!” 

Giyuu sputters in embarrassment, face turning red before he shoots back, “Sanemi has one too.” 

Now it’s Miyuki’s turn to burst into a fit of red, and the two end their conversation there. 

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“Oh, this?” Akiko touches her helix ring before taking another sip of the coffee Tanjirou has brought her. 

She tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear, showing the piercing off for the world to see before shrugging. 

“Giyuu, Sanemi and I have matching piercings,” she says nonchalantly, but Tanjirou’s jaw drops. 

“But don’t you guys hate each other?” 

“We were drunk.” 

“Makes sense- wait how old are you?” 

Akiko hums under her breath, taking another quick sip before saying, “Nineteen?” 

Tanjirou is happy to know that they’re the same age, but he backtracks and frowns at her answer. 

“Aren’t you underage then?” 

“Yeah, but we were celebrating Giyuu’s 21st birthday. Sanemi bullied him into buying alcohol for us.” 

Tanjirou continues to frown at which Akiko smiles teasingly, claiming that that occasion was the only time she’s ever had alcohol, and that she hasn’t had any since then. Tanjirou can only sigh, gently taking her hand into his and asking her to promise that she won’t drink till she’s legal. 

Somehow, despite being a stuttering mess, she promises, and the two keep their fingers intertwined for the rest of the time Tanjirou stays. 

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“Today?” 

“Today.” 

Miyuki and Chiyo look at the purple roses with pride, and Chiyo wipes some imaginary sweat off her brow. 

Lo and behold, Chiyo has achieved the perfect crossbreed of purple flowers. They’re finally in full bloom, and Chiyo has just wrapped them up nicely in some wrapping paper. There’s an elaborate bow she’s tied on too, something she’s especially good at. 

“Do you think he’ll like it?” Chiyo mutters, suddenly growing worried. Giyuu isn’t one to show his emotions, and Chiyo barely catches his rare blushes. She can only hope that her first batch of crossbred roses will be to his liking. 

Tanjirou pops into the room, a smile on his face, “I’m sure he’ll love it!” 

That’s when the two girls notice the small batch of camellias in his hand, differently assorted with pinks and white and reds, and some white with pink or red tips. 

“Are you-” 

“Confessing to Akiko?” Miyuki finishes for Chiyo, and Tanjirou blushes before reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. 

“Uh, yeah! We just got the new shipment of camellias, so I thought now would be the best time…” 

Chiyo’s eye twitches. 

“Tanjirou, no offense, but it’s my day to shine. I poured my blood sweat and tears into this shit,” Chiyo points at her purple roses, and Miyuki runs off into the store. 

“Can’t we both give them flowers?” 

“Not to be petty but I want to be first.” 

“Not if I’m first!” Miyuki pops up with some white roses, and Chiyo nearly slams her face through the wall. 

“Miyu, those are your favorite flowers!” 

“LET ME FEEL INVOLVED, OKAY?!” 

“Wait where’s Tanjirou.” 

The two girls snap their heads to the front door, where Tanjirou is quietly trying to sneak out. When he sees that he’s been caught, he tries to make a break for it, and all of a sudden he sees two pairs of glowing red eyes zoom towards him. 

Akiko, Giyuu and Sanemi stop ignoring each other to glance up from their phones, wondering where the screaming and yelling is coming from. That’s when their door is broken down, and the three florists from across the street fall in. 

“SANEMI THESE AR-” 

“WAIT ME FIRST GOD DAMMIT-” 

“You guys I can’t breath-” 

“Time out!” Akiko yells loud enough for everyone to stop. She lets out a tired sigh, hand on her forehead.

“Can this be solved by rock paper scissors?” The youngest of all six asks, and the three fighting on the floor slowly nod their heads. 

So they comply to the resident baby, gathering their flowers and hiding them behind their backs (thought it’s no surprise anymore.) 

“Rock, paper scissor-” 

“Wait do we shoot on shoot or scissors.” 

“Shoot.” 

“Alright cool. No cheating.” 

“I don’t need to cheat to win.” 

“That’s not how rock paper scissor works.” 

“JUST PLAY THE DAMN GAME!” 

The three jump in fright before quickly yelling ‘rock paper scissor shoot!’ and dealing out whatever is on their minds. Akiko releases another sigh when Chiyo yells in victory, extremely pleased over her simple win. 

Tanjirou gives Akiko an apologetic smile when he loses again, and Miyuki is willing to accept second. 

All of a sudden, Chiyo doesn’t really want to go first. She’s gripping her purple roses from behind her back and she can feel her hands sweat a bit. But for all Giyuu knows or cares, she’s just giving him a bouquet of flowers. 

So she shoves the flowers into his arms, a blush on her face as she says, “I crossbred these for you!!” 

Giyuu stares blankly at the flowers in his hands. They’re fragrant, more so than the flowers that are normally left on the counter, but he can’t even bring himself to take a quick whiff out of curiosity. 

How should I say this. 

Giyuu.exe has stopped working. 

Chiyo stares at his blank expression and dread slowly begins to fill up within her, a pressure wrapping itself around her throat tight enough to make her feel like she’s being choked by vines. 

“You good…? Do you not like my flowers…?” 

“Does Chiyo know?” Miyuki whispers to Tanjirou. 

“She doesn’t know.” 

Giyuu blinks once. 

Purple roses mean love at first sight and first love. 

As if reliving the day he first met Chiyo, his face bursts into a fit of red. 

He’s fallen in love all over again.

Sanemi rolls his eyes at the two awkward, possibly new, couple(?) before he makes a move to split the two up. But Akiko yanks him by the back of his collar, effectively choking him, and she turns her hard ass co-worker into Miyuki’s direction. 

“Take it away, Miyuki,” Akiko gestures, and Miyuki’s already pink dusted nose deepens in shade. 

Akiko can see both Miyuki and Sanemi look nervous. She doesn’t know why Sanemi is in any way nervous, considering Miyuki is the one that’s about to do all the leg work here. 

“So… What flowers did you get me,” he demands an answer, and the bouquet of white roses is chucked into his face. 

Akiko sighs at the two as they quickly start to bicker, Sanemi spitting out a rose petal and asking why the hell she threw the bouquet for, and Miyuki yelling at him to be a bit nicer. 

“AND WHAT’S WITH THE WHITE ROSES?! AREN’T THESE YOUR FAVORITE FLOWERS?!” 

“YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO CALL ME OUT ON MY BULLSHIT!” 

Miyuki blinks, reeling at some sudden information before holding an incredulous look on her face. 

“How and why do you know that?” She interrogates him, and he’s fuming, suddenly grabbing her shoulders and yelling: 

“BECAUSE I LIKE YOU!!” 

God he’s so whipped for her. 

Now no one is talking. 

Sanemi is panting from yelling so much but Miyuki looks like she’s not breathing at all. Akiko almost calls the ambulance out of pure fear (that, and she doesn’t want a lawsuit on her hands). 

He knocks on her forehead with the back of his hand, “Hey, you still alive in there? Y’know I just confessed my shitty feelings for yo- OMF!” 

Miyuki jumps into his arms, the roses flying everywhere and scattering onto the floor. 

“HeY- GET OFF! YOU’RE JUST TRYING TO TOUCH MY ABS!” 

“SO WHAT IF I AM?!” 

The two revert back to their bickering, going back and forth between each other but this time with Sanemi wrapping his arms around Miyuki’s waist, a light blush dusting their cheeks. 

“Is… Is it my turn?” Tanjirou continues to stares at the other adults in the room. Two of which just,,, aren’t talking. And the other two of which are talking a bit too much. 

He decides to start, blushing before producing a small batch of camellias from behind his back. Akiko blinks in surprise at the display, thrown off from her usual level headed demeanor and quickly sporting a blush of her own. 

“Anyway, these are for you! Giyuu told me your favorites are camellias.” Akiko carefully takes the batch into her hands, handling them like she would a newborn. She faces down, attempting to cover the blush on her face with her bangs as she quickly mutters her thanks. 

He then plucks a flower from the small bouquet, only to carefully tuck it behind Akiko’s ear for the world to see her helix. 

“There! Now I can see your face a lot better!” 

Tanjirou, as per usual, smiles as brightly as the sun, and Akiko’s eyes reflect his soft rays. 

just to make this very clear, PLEASE DONT DRINK UNDER AGE!! shit guys sorry akiko is such a bad influence rip 

but if youve read this far,,, THANKS FOR READING SUCH A LONG AU!! it took me a while to write, so i really appreciate it! 

writing this was fun and thats mainly thanks to the fact that we would come up with so many stupid ideas for these fools, and it fed me to actually complete this behemoth of an au 

so anyways, akiko is my oc, chiyo is @thunderandrainclouds‘s oc, and miyuki is @kny-writings‘s oc!! check out their solid content!!! youll definitely have a fun time :)

[fanfiction-writers]

Lies and Discoveries Ch. 6

Pairing: Toshinori Yagi/All Might x Reader

Words: 2k

Summary: You've been in a relationship with Toshinori Yagi for a while now, but you're just now realizing that he's been lying to you. Trying to get the truth out of the man is difficult when you can barely get ahold of him, let alone have a conversation with him...

A/N: For you anons! I meant to upload this last night, but forgot. Real life is hectic, and work sucks. The usual. Hope you guys like it!

Chiyo remained silent, but her silence told you enough. “It’s true, isn’t it?” you ask again, a tone of disbelief. “Who all knows?”

Finally, she sighs. “The staff knows, and that young detective from earlier.”

"…Toshinori is All Might…” you repeat quietly, still processing it. How had you not noticed?! Well, maybe you had. All the times he disappeared, or missed a date… You pull out your phone to look through any old messages you had from him. As you look through them, you see one: I was actually worried something had happened. All Might had run into you not long before you had gotten that message… he had come to check on you. He had also saved you from that explosion the day before that.

Well, the love you had felt from him made sense now.

You look up other dates he had missed. A missed dinner was a car accident that caused a pile up. A missed movie date was a villain who had taken dozens hostage… A no show was an explosion in some factory with several injured… The list went on. “Am I selfish, Chiyo?” After her confused look, you continue. “I basically told him to spend some more time with me instead of saving people…” Why hadn’t he just told you?

Her cane lightly hits your leg. “You’re not selfish. That man needs to relax a bit and quit trying to shoulder everyone’s burdens constantly. All Might is the Symbol of Peace, but sometimes I wonder if we rely on him a bit too much.”

“Do I tell him that I know?” you ask her. It was his secret to tell, even if you found out before he could tell you. Why had he wanted to keep it a secret from you after so long anyway? It wasn’t like it changed a whole lot. He was still Toshinori, albeit it, there was just another side of him you hadn’t seen yet. Should you wait for him to tell you about it? “And what if I take the job? We’d be around each other a lot more. There’s couples who can’t work together and see each other all the time, what if he-“

This time the cane hit your leg a bit harder. “That man is head over heels for you. He was also another who suggested you’d be good for the job. The two of you need to talk, but I’d let yourself have some time to process first,” she told you with a warm smile. “Definitely give him time to heal and deal with doing all his reports for the police and the school. You should also take the job, you’d be foolish not to.”

“What would I do without you?”

“Not sure; make dumb decisions probably. Now go home, and rest,” she ordered.

You did as she said, calling a cab to take you home. You hadn’t gotten a text from Toshinori yet, and you didn’t quite know what to say to text him first. Toshinori was All Might! How could you sit on this information for a while without talking to him about it?!

 “Principal Nezu?” you knock on the half-opened door. It was your first day at U.A. and the principal had told you that he’d show you around so you could see the campus.

After giving the students a day off so they can rest and process what happened, everything seemed to be back to normal. Or as normal as they could get, anyway. After calling Nezu to accept the job, you had spent the day visiting the designing agency that the school used to create yourself a hero costume; together with the designers you came up with a simple jumpsuit with a bunch of hidden pockets. It had been a while since you needed a hero costume. Since what you wanted was fairly simple and you didn’t particularly want to grab attention with it, the process didn’t take too long and they’d have it within the next day or so.

You hadn’t gotten to see Toshinori or talk to him much, other than some text messages and a quick phone call or two. He was mostly in meetings between the school and with that detective, so you tried not to bother him too much even though you wanted to ask him about everything. You’d just have to be patient, something you could do… for a while anyway.

“Good morning,” the principal’s voice called as you opened the door slowly. “Give me just a second and I’ll show you around.” The mouse finished up with some papers and hopped down from his chair to walk beside you through the hallways. On the way, he hands you a map of the huge campus to help you see how many buildings and training grounds there were for the students to use. You hadn’t quite realized how big the campus was! The school had everything! While walking, Nezu asked if he could ride on your shoulder. You had noticed he would lag behind after a particularly longer walk, so you agreed. He climbed up easily after thanking you and made himself comfortable on your shoulder to point at interesting buildings and areas.

“So, what am I going to start with?” you ask him.

“It’s almost lunch, but if you don’t mind, I’d like for you to head over to Class 1-A to sense the students afterwards. I want to make sure none of them are scared. While we try to prepare them for what can happen out in the real world, they are still first years; I want to make sure they feel safe here at U.A.”

The two of you make it through the campus, ending in the cafeteria where he shows you where to order your food should you want to. The teachers and staff had a special counter, so they wouldn’t have to wait for all the students to get through their lines.

“They should have some hero training to do in one of the training facilities after a quick meeting with their teacher,” Principal Nezu continued. “I’ll send you a schedule of the classes and the faculty by the end of the day. If you need anything, come by my office and I’ll help. I’ve already told the 1-A teachers that you’d be around, so they should be expecting you as you come and go.”

“Thank you, Principal Nezu,” you smile down at the mouse. “I’ll do my best.” He gives you one last smile and a wave as he makes his way back to his office.

Eating quickly at a table by yourself, you use your quirk to get a general sense of the students and faculty. Everyone seemed pretty happy, if a little tired or stressed from classes. While you ate, you tried looking around for All Might, or even Toshinori, but you didn’t see either one. You still weren’t sure how to go about talking to him, or telling him what you felt because you had no idea, but it’d be nice to see your boyfriend after a long couple of days.

Once lunch is over, you throw away your trash and head through the classroom halls. Several floors were dedicated to each of the four classes of students; the hero, general, support, and business classes. Each student you pass by has their own styles and quirks, some more apparent than others. It almost made you miss your hero classes back in the day.

“Class 1-A, 1-A,” you mutter to yourself, looking at the class signs as you walk. “Here it is.”

You pause when you hear, “Alright, students! Let’s get ready for Ground Beta for some Rescue training!” a loud voice inside declared. You heart beat a little faster at the voice. Toshinori- All Might was inside, teaching the kids. You knock politely and wait, not wanting to interrupt class too badly. Suddenly, the door slid open, your vision being taken over by a red and blue costume. You blink at the hero’s chest, before looking up to his face with a small (slightly awkward) smile.

Surprise flutters through the both of you, until you finally shake yourself minutely. “Hi, All Might! Principal Nezu told me to help out in the class for today?” you say, trying to keep your emotions under control.

“Right…Great! We’re headed to Ground Beta for some rescue training,” he told you after a second. Some student’s faces popped up next to All Might’s torso, confused as to why he was just standing in the doorway. “Students, we’ll have a new addition to the classroom for today,” he told them, stepping aside to let them out first. As he introduces you, you smile and wave at the students, some of them looking you over and politely waving back.

Each student files out, some far more excited than others. You notice Midoriya look between All Might and yourself quickly before continuing on with his peers. Did he know about Toshinori? You wonder, eyeing the child with mild suspicion.

“So you took the job; that’s great!” All Might smiled down at you, falling behind the students to speak with you. This time, you purposely use your quirk to read him. His general happiness seemed more acute today as he walked next to you, which made you smile a bit. You just hoped it was because he missed you as much as you had missed him. However, you’d do your best to treat him professionally since you had really only talked to All Might a few times.

“Yeah, it definitely beats fighting for interviews,” you shrug. “I heard you recommended me, thank you. It’s incredible being recommended by the Number One Hero.”

He laughed and beamed down at you, though you could feel he was a little embarrassed. “You’re work with the hero community is recommendation enough!”

The walk didn’t last long, just a few minutes, but it was long enough so you could easily read the students on the way. If you hadn’t known better, you wouldn’t have guessed that these kids were attacked a day ago from real villains. Especially since they were first years, who still hadn’t gone through much training at all and probably had an idolized vision of heroes in their heads. Overall, most of them still seemed excited and ready to learn; Principal Nezu would be glad to hear that.

Ground Beta stood tall and imposing as you walked to the training ground. You whistled, wishing that you had this much training opportunity when you were young and in hero school. U.A. was the best for a reason, you supposed.

“All right, everyone this way!” All Might lead the way inside. “Today we’ll be working on a stealth rescue mission. You’ll be in teams of four, and will have to rescue the ‘hostage’ and make your way to a designated area to win. The main goal of this exercise is to find the hostage, and make it back safely with minimal confrontation, so no injuring yourselves or others. There may also be a villain lurking around, so always be vigilant!” He gave out the teams of four, and gave them their designated spots to begin from. Each group would start from another part of the ‘city’ and the hostage would find a new location after one group passed or failed so each group would be starting from scratch without watching the other students. “Would you like to be the hostage?” All Might asked you with his trademark smile, standing tall over you.

Is Toshinori that tall? You wonder for a second, before nodding your answer. Toshinori does tend to hunch down though… He did like to make himself seem smaller most of the time. You grab All Might’s hand as he holds it out to leap with you through the city to a random building of his choosing.

“You know having me be the hostage is a little cliche,” you mention offhandedly as he set you down on the roof of a building. The room inside the building he chose only had two doors to get in, the rest of the room bereft of anything else. “Are you trying to say I couldn’t be a villain? Or am I just a girl who can’t defend herself?”

It was almost comical to see All Might as he vehemently denied anything of the sort. “I’m just kidding,” you tell him, laughing at his reaction, shoulders shaking slightly from trying to not be loud. If it were anyone but All Might, you’d probably think they were a little sexist. “It could be a good idea though,” you continue. “They’re probably expecting me to be the hostage and you the potential villain, they know what to look out for. I’m a complete wildcard if I’m the villain, the way it usually is out there in reality.”

All Might hummed to himself for a moment before nodding. “Good point… Very well, I will be the hostage this time. Do your best as a villain! Going easy on them because they’re children won’t do them any favors.”

“You think I’d go easy on them?” Sure, you wouldn’t go all out, but you definitely wouldn’t go easy on them.

He shrugged and sat on the floor, pretending to be caught. “You seem nice enough.”

You seem nice enough, he says… “Did Nezu happen to tell you what I did before I became a therapist to the heroes?” He shook his head no. You supposed since you knew his secret, you could tell him one of yours. “I was a part of a specialized unit that worked along with the police all over the country, the best of the best.”

“Special unit? Which one?”

You lock one of the doors and walk towards the other one, opening it slightly, ready to go see what these kids were made of. Flashing All Might a smug grin, you answer.

“Capture and Interrogation.”

[auraunbound]

Leiko was hanging around just off the stage after her performance for the swimsuit competition, speaking into her aShine with Chiyo on the other end.

“Honestly, I don’t see why why you feel the need to constantly put yourself on display like that.”

“I thought that was the point.”

“In a sense, but really Leiko? A swimsuit contest? Shall I take you for an exhibitionist?”

“Oh, come on Chiyo. It’s harmless fun, and I’m on vacation. I gotta blow off some steam sometime you know.” It was around that time she turned a corner and accidentally bumped into someone else. “Oh! Sorry, I-,” she started to apologize, then noted who exactly it was.

“Oh, Bea right? Fancy meeting you here!”

“Oh, gosh I am so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going and-,” the poor girl was liable to keep prattling on had it not been for her brain finally registering her name. “Wait, you remember me?”

“I never forget a fan!” Leiko stated cheerily. “I saw your performance by the way, very cute! I love the song choice! It fit you pretty well!” Of course she’d been scoping out all of the competition, and she was intrigued to have seen the girl on stage, though she hadn’t expected to quite literally run into her.

“O-Oh, thanks. It was hardly anything honestly, I didn’t even know I was going to compete until like five minutes before I went up. Your performance on the other hand was phenomenal. A showstopper for sure, and you were the first one up there too.” She wasn’t going to add that her jaw practically hit the floor during it. That was maybe a bit too much. She was already trying really hard not to stare as it was, what with Leiko still being in just her suit.

“Aw, thanks! I don’t think I’m going to win necessarily, but it’d be cool! I was just trying to have a little fun.”

“Oh yeah, where’s your sister anyway? I figured you’d be here with her.”

“Oh, she’s just really busy right now, couldn’t spare the time to come out.” She didn’t want to say that her sister didn’t know how to have fun out loud since she was still technically on the line, but she was certainly thinking it.

“Ah, that’s kind of a bummer.” That meant it was just the two of them now. Which also meant this might be the best time to ask. “Um, hey, by the way, I’m sorry if this comes off strongly but, I’ve been thinking a lot about trying to learn how to play Hecaball lately. It may be presumptuous, but it would be really cool if I could learn from an actual player, like you. I know you’re probably super busy, and it’s probably a dumb question, but would you be open to giving lessons? I could even pay you for the trouble.”

“Oh gosh,” Leiko said hesitantly. It certainly was a bold question huh? “I don’t know, like you said I’m pretty busy prepping for my own games,” among other things. It was then that she felt her aShine buzz. It was a text from Chiyo. She’d been listening the whole time of course, not speaking so she could take everything in. Leiko quickly glanced down at the notification.

[Chiyo]: Accept.

That was all it said. Her brow twitched slightly in confusion. They had so much in the works, and so much had to be done in such a short time. How could she possibly have the time to train this girl? But, if Chiyo wanted her to go for it, there must be some reason for it. She looked back up at Bea with a smile.

“Oh, what the heck? Why not?”

“Wait, really?!” Bea was shocked at the answer. She was fully expecting to get turned away, but this was like a dream come true.

“I do have one condition though. If I’m going to show you the ropes, you’re gonna have to bring your A-game. The Knights play to win, and I’m not gonna go easy on you just because you’re new.”

“Oh for sure! You can count on me, I won’t let you down! Thank you so much for giving me a chance!”

“No problem. Now, go on and enjoy the rest of the contest. I’ll be right out in the crowd in a second.” She gave a wave at Bea as she ran off, smiling widely. After she was out of earshot, she resumed her call.

“So sis, you wanna fill me in on your plan for this one, or do you just want me to do charity work?”

“We will discuss the details on your return. I believe that girl will be quite useful. Call it a hunch.”

“If you say so.”

[hotcocosharing]

Lose To Win Chapter 27: Our Time Will Come

Title: Lose To Win Chapter 27 Fandom: Kiss By The Baddest Bidder & Her Love In The Force Rated: Drama, Thriller, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mystery? MPD’s OC: Mika HIJIKATA KBTBB’s OC: Mia SAKATA Characters: Goto, Kaga, Shuichi, Eisuke, Soryu, Mamoru, Baba, Ota

Summary: 1. Soryu, Mika & Kaga had threesome, (here) 2. Soryu got shot, Kaga left him to bleed (to death, sort of) 3. Soryu was operated by Dr. Edwards (suspicious Dr working for a mysterious boss) and Luke in Esiuke’s suite 4. Eisuke confronted his father after the auction and returned to his suite to find his woman (Mia) lying dead in bed 5. Only it’s all Mia’s PLAN for stopping Eisuke from getting involved in more troubles but she has missed out the great details to Luke- SHE’S PREGNANT! 6. Next game is here- Time to solve a murder

Tagging: adrienneloves so you’d know what happens to Soryu and Mika.  111archravenue , silver-red-rose , lxvescramble & hifftnwho’ve always been here for me :’( Thank you!  tsuki-tsundere who’s the reader character of Chiyo

Background: Mika went to the Tres Spades Hotel under Eisuke’s request. (Order) and led to seeing her ex- Hyogo Kaga. With Jin Namba’s persuasion, Eisuke agrees to work with Public Safety, going on an eight days cruise trip with Kaga, Goto and Mika. What kind of mystery and danger await? You have no idea!

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

Chapter 1: The Reunion  Chapter 2: RSVP Chapter 3: Recharge Chapter 4: Welcome Back Chapter 5: Decision Of A Lifetime Chapter 6: Our Story Chapter 7: Stress Release Chapter 8: Play Thing Chapter 9: What The Three Words Mean Chapter 10: A Real Man Chapter 11: The CEO Chapter 12: Boarding Chapter 13: What Did You Wish For? Chapter 14: Don’t Tease Me Chapter 15: One Hell Of A Night Chapter 16: Feeling Lucky? Chapter 17: Left In The Past  Chapter 18: Poker Face Chapter 19: To Victory Chapter 20: Wish Comes True Chapter 21: Last Apology Chapter 22: Can You Handle It? Chapter 23: All The Help She’d Get    Chapter 24: Nice To See You Too Chapter 25:  Fear VS Regret  

Chapter 26: There isn’t time

Chapter 27: Our Time Will Come

Chiyoko's World The slow shaking of Chiyoko's head does nothing more than display how disgusted and totally "amazed" at how one could create such mess but the tingling jealousy which almost consumes her real intention of being here in the first place is rather alarming. "I don't care who or how many men or women you do it with," she pauses, clearing her throat before continuing her lies- of course, she cares when her subordinate is doing her boy toy! Not that Hikaru means anything but she simply doesn't like her toy playing with someone else. "At least keep it clean, the room reeks of..... sex!"

A mischievous grin appears on Star's face as she closes the door, "I don't think housekeeping would like what they find in my room." Chiyoko follows the blonde's gazes and lets out an annoyed sigh when she sees the guns and torturing tools lying all over the floor. "Plus I'll be keeping my eyes on the screens these days so I won't have time left for other business." It only makes Chiyoko's eyes roll further before focusing back on what they are really here for.

Behind every successful man, there is a woman. Chiyoko Yamasaki takes pride in being that, the perfect wife standing proudly next to the perfect husband- Akihiro Saji, the 4th generation of The Sajias corporation, one of the very few decent men among the rich and powerful. She could never forget how easy it is to approach him, his family's another story but she has had Akihiro in the palm of her hand. Quietly supporting him, doing whatever needs to be done. She doesn't mind the credits going to him, to the world, he's a model example of the man who could have it all. The truth is only known to few people and if you repeat enough times, the lies would eventually become the ultimate truth.

Akihiro's intrigued with her ideas of fun and games when she proposed him the itineraries of the cruise. With how well this trip is going, Chiyoko makes no attempt to hide the curl on her lips. She signs approvingly and stands in front of the multiple screens, playing the hem of her silky red dress which brings out her chocolate brown hair, and deep brown eyes. Once Star has finished setting up, Chiyoko takes one last look at the data pad that holds the guest list, there's only one that she's really after- Eisuke Ichinomiya.

Eisuke's World

Itch- that's the word that comes to his mind, something is off with the unshakable feeling all over his body. Perhaps he hasn't had his coffee yet, a proper decent one by Mia instead of whatever filth Baba has been making. Fingers impatiently tapping on his smartphone, the multi-billionaire is tempted to send another text to Luke who obviously never bothers with technology. "Which floor is that female doctor's office?" The twisted grin and voluntarily offer to visit only means Ota has some kind of sick bond with the doctor that Eisuke has absolutely no interest in knowing but the walk to her office does sound too much of a hassle, now he misses that pager- one easy flick and she will come running and panting, at his disposal with no questions asked. 

Waking up without her by his side is unusual since he normally wakes before her, and not knowing completely what's going on is eating him up a bit but then he has bigger problems on hands. Mia could wait and she will return, eventually, how long would those tests take anyway? 

"I want my woman back now, Luke and learn to use the phone!"

Once the text is sent, Eisuke sits and pounders, eyes on the metallic black invitation lying on the glass table. A party to die for- whoever is behind this seriously has got under the King's skin, much more than he intended to admit. This isn't what he signs up for though he has clearly underestimated how out of hand one cruise trip could get- he's been winning all his life until Mia is nearly lost again. His entire reason to even begin this ridiculous cooperation is to find his father, demanding the truth- the one thing Eisuke naively believes his father could at least do for him but who is he kidding?! The man left his children, he was no longer the loving father Eisuke once remembered. His stubbornness has almost cost Mia's life, for the second time.

Not in the mood to lose or continue with these sick jokes and games, Eisuke Ichinomiya cannot wait to crush them in their next "party", the only dead body shall be the mastermind behind this fiesta.

Moments later.... Mika’s World

"Oh, Cluedo is my favorite broad game." 

"No one asks, old man." The devil angelic face smirks but soon rolls his eyes when he spots the pout from Baba. "Snap out of it. You're far too old to play cute."

A team of six arrive is led to a double door, Baba swings open excitedly and a tall figure with a hand raised in the air comes to sight.

"Freeze!" 

You hear Mamoru calls instinctively while your eyes travel down to the floor with a lifeless body lying face down before any of you could take a step further, a loud siren rings and a mental cage rolls down from the high ceiling, trapping the man in captive who slowly turns around as he lowers the crowbar in hand, his expressionless face meets the rest of your shocked ones. "Boss?!"

"Welcome everyone." 

The computerized voice announcement sends more chill than excitement to each person in the large room- one that no one has the luxury to look around but time is all they have.

"Your mission tonight is to solve the murder of Mr. Shigeru Kikushima, CEO of Kikushima Group. Everything you need is in this room, let the game begin."

No explanation is given about Eisuke Ichinomiya's presence before the others but his "planned" imprisonment obviously implies proofing one CEO's innocence along with solving the mysterious "death" of another. 

A set of cold dark eyes peers into the screen and studies closely- Mitsunari Baba, Ota Kisaki, Mamoru Kishi, Hyogo Kaga, Seiji Goto, Mika Hijikata and of course, Eisuke Ichinomiya. How disappointingly naïve of him to believe that he could fool around with their fake credentials, though, for law enforcement, they are fairly good actors. Their history and intention bore the mastermind- Chiyoko Hanasaki is only interested in one person and one person only- Eisuke Ichinomiya. 

"It's okay," The woman grins, her fingers gently brushing the screen and follow the outline of his unreadable face, "our time will come soon, Eisuke. Very soon."

NOTES: Let my challenge begin- solving a murder, proving Eisuke’s innocence- wait perhaps I don’t want to prove it, he could rot right there XD