#im so glad momo's plan worked

[introspectivememories]

shanks and buggy denden au where:

the crew kinda splits up in the 2 year gap before roger's death and in an effort to make sure their sons cabin boys are alright, rayleigh puts them on the ship denden plan

so their little apt in loguetown has two dendens, one in the living room and one in their bedroom

they use it all the time. to call oden and toki, to call spencer. even to call roger, hoping that he'll pick up. (he never does)

phone calls are nice but nothing beats talking face to face and visual dendens are on the market they're just super fuckin expensive and both shanks and buggy are saving up for one. it'll be nice to see momo amd hiyori again.

anyway the execution happens and then the loguetown breakup and they pack up their apt in complete silence, each of them taking one denden.

(it'll be a decade and a half before they see each other again.)

they both expect the phone plan to just get cancelled but one day the mail seagull comes to them with a denden bill. turns out, the pirates denden company just grandfathered them into the old plan.

and you know what? it's not like they have any money and this plan is cheaper than all the other plans the company offers so they keep it. they get two separate numbers for the both of them and they dont think about it.

they decided to alternate the months they paid after one very terse call. or that was the plan but shanks is sooo forgetful all the fucking time and he never pays his denden bill on time. it ends up being buggy paying 8 months out of the year and shanks paying the other 4

(benn ends up setting up auto pay 5 years into traveling with shanks. what? it's not like they're broke.)

anyway buggy ends up becoming the terror of the east blue and shanks goes onto become an emperor and still neither of them change their numbers. they don't have the heart to.

and it's not something they consciously think about but sometimes when buggy gets drunk enough, he'll pull out his old ass denden book and trace his fingers over shanks' number. and if shanks is drunk enough he'll get halfway through dialing buggy's number before his brain catches up to what he's doing and stopping

anyway skip to marineford, and shanks is giving buggy a ride back to his ship. when they finally arrive at the island buggy's ship was docked on, both crews decide to throw a "im so fucking glad we lived through that/ captain buggy's the greatest!" party

buggy desperately tries to avoid shanks and shanks is literally holding himself back from looking for buggy but the party goes on and they get drunker and eventually they gravitate towards each other.

bc of course they do. they were shanksandbuggy, buggyandshanks, long before they were part of their respective crews. so they both sneak away from the party and they end up in shanks' room, with shanks sitting on the bed and buggy on his lap, curled around each other.

it feels just like their apt all those years ago. all those quiet nights on their fourth-hand couch, that they spent curled together -- buggy reading a book and shanks quietly talking his ear off.

(it was easier then. those two years where they had an apt together and the air was still heavy with the scent of hope. it was smth to look forward to -- 2 years and then captain will come back and there will be new adventures!

shanks got a job at the docks and buggy tried at least 17 different jobs before settling at a bookstore. and he'd go to work early in the morning and come back late at night to buggy in his hoodie, making dinner, ranting about rude customers.

and on weekends they'd both sleep in and cook breakfast together. or well buggy would cook breakfast, shanks would sit on the countertops and make buggy laugh. and then they'd spend the day inside or go out to eat. and it was good. better than good even. shanks could almost see why people stayed on land.

and then the execution happens and their father's blood stains the cobblestones crimson red and they seperate and then just as quickly as it started, it ends.)

that's when buggy notices the denden.

🤡: you still have that thing? 🍶: yes of course 🤡: and your number is still the same? 🍶: ....yeah. you? 🤡: yeah, never changed it. 🍶: why'd you keep it all these years?

and buggy may be drunk and his inhibitions may be lowered but he's still buggy at heart so he gives some bullshit answer

🤡 looking away: it was cheaper

and shanks knows he's fucking lying bc it may have been years since he last saw buggy but who knows buggy better than he does? who knows shanks better than buggy does?

🍶: c'mon bugs, tell me the truth. why'd ya keep it all these years? 🤡 unwilling to give in first: why'd you keep it all these years? 🍶: because i kept hoping that you'd be on the other end.

and buggy is floored.

🤡: .... what? 🍶: i kept hoping that if i kept my number the same, you'd call one day. 🍶: i can't tell you how many times i've picked up the denden, hoping it was you on the other end. 🍶, laughing sadly: i kept it all these years because of you. and you never called, not once. 🍶, cupping 🤡 face with his hand: why'd you never call bugs?

shanks is tearing up and buggy has already started the waterworks

🤡, sniffling: you knew where i was. why didn't you ever come and see me? 🍶: can you honestly say that you would've seen me? you probably would've told me to leave. so i stayed away. 🤡 hitting 🍶on the chest: idiot! i probably would've called at some point if you had came to me. but you never did and i just took it as a sign that anything we had was done and over. 🍶, grabbing 🤡 hands and staring into his eyes: how could you ever think we'd be done and over? it's only ever been you for me. only you. 🤡, full on crying by this point: idiot, idiot, idiot!

they're both curled over each other sobbing into each other's shoulder bc they could've had this the entire time but they were too fucking stupid

🍶: why'd you keep the denden, bugs? 🤡: haven't you figured it out by now? it was the only thing i had left of you. 🍶: you're such a fuckin sap, bugs. 🤡, blushing: shut up

[moonjxsung]

starrrrr how are you!?

it’s funny as soon as you stopped being active i stopped being active, ig it’s just a good time for a break lol!?

i saw on twitter that you got tickets to see skz, that’s so exciting!!I’m going see them for the first time and i’m soooo excited!!!

Any way just wanted to reach out and see what’s up! I’ve only been back online for a little bit but it’s definitely different in the community without you😌

we will be waiting for when you return, and if you don’t feel like coming back just know there are a bunch of us that will follow wherever you plan on going!

lots of love always 🪷

Hiiiiii my love!! I’m okay 🥹 I DID get tickets and I’m so relieved the whole ticketing process is finally over! Im so excited you got tickets too!!!!!!!! This tour has been so much fun, I can’t wait to finally see all the solo stages 😭🫶 I was so insanely stressed before ticketing I literally cried to my sister about it when they announced it and I swear I got NO sleep the night before. LA was definitely stressful for the first night, but the other 2 shows were honestly a breeze and I’m glad I got all the seats I was trying for. Super grateful I get to see them again 🥹🫶

I’m doing okay, lots of crazy messages on here the past few days (I’m assuming my kinktober series made its way to the wrong crowd?? I’m honestly not so sure lmao) but I’m so swamped in work so I’m just like…… okay?? And then I don’t use my phone for days at a time. so it doesn’t get to me as much as people think it does 😭 lmao

In other news, my cat randomly got super sick this week and we’re unsure what’s going on because she’s only 3 and she’s always been super healthy. We rushed her to the vet and she’s on a bunch of different medications, but I’m so worried about her :( I just want her to get better quickly she’s literally my best friend in the whole world

Anyways! I’m still navigating where I’m thinking of moving my blog if I decide to move, and if not then hopefully I’ll be back with something when Momo is better again ☹️ I love you so so much and I’m so beyond happy you got tickets though!!! We finally have stuff to look forward to in 2025 👼🫶🩷🩷🩷 ily bby sending you all the happiness in the world

[starjxsung]

hi angel <3

how are you doing? you’re so strong, you know that right? i’m so sorry to hear what happened to you. humanity keeps cementing itself as the worst species. not wanting to write about men is so understandable and please don’t force yourself to do so until you feel comfortable with it. anyone with empathy will understand the trauma that comes with having to go through something like that. take as much time as you need to heal. i send you the absolute biggest hug and my undying support.

i’m so honored that you think of me when you see kitties😭 that is all i want in life🥹

did you watch the kitten video?🥹🥹 i was so distracted with the kittens that i don’t remember anything they said but i’ll watch it a million more times😻

my bank cannot handle another comeback + tour🥲 im struggling as it is wtf jyp </3 im so excited for lolla, we’re staying for like a week and are working on the logistics for our non-festival days. it’ll be so fun. im also listening to a lot of chappell roan lately too, im really pumped to see her. i am so with you @ the barricade at every concert you go to (real) <33

if you get around watching the kdramas someday, imma need your review <3 and nana!! i love that, a nana keychain sounds so cute🥹 i finished it already (im bedrotting 4 summer rn) and i read the manga too and it’s so sad but so beautiful so i def recommend you watch/read it someday!

and for the kittens, the baby with the RI is doing so much better in just a few days with antibiotics <3 once its eyes are fully opened and healed, i shall send pics!

ily angel <3 you’re the sweetest person ever to exist. remember to rest, eat and stay hydrated! take care, always <3 sending you hugs!

-🐈‍⬛

HI MY BABY ANGELLLL I’VE MISSED YOU 🥹🫶🫶🫶🫶 I love you so very dearly. It’s been so frustrating getting through the days lately. But I’m doing my best ! The neighborhood was very supportive of it when I called the police and posted about it publicly which helped a lot <3 and I’m staying off my phone for the most part which makes things feel a little less stressful. Sending you all the hugs in the world, I love you so so much and I hope you’re doing absolutely amazing as well 🫶❤️🥹

STOPPPP the amount of times I’ve watched the kitten video 😭 I wasn’t expecting Channie to be so good with them???? Also forever laughing at Felix and Jisung trying to handle the kittens LOL the way they were clawing at their knees is exactly what momo does when she gets really excited and even though it’s adorable it can really leave a mark if her nails are long 😭 that being said, Chan needs a kitten. Somebody get him a kitten

I can’t believe we’re at like!!! One month until Lolla!!!!! We’re making all our plans too and it’s honestly nerve-wracking but I’m soooo fucking ready to see skz again ahh it’s been so long since I saw ot8 together and I’m stoked we’re probably getting new songs! I already preordered the new album (rip my wallet 💔😀) and my bank acc is HURTINGGGG….. everybody remind me not to spend anything until Lolla (impossible)

I will absolutely let you know what I think about the kdramas if I get around to them!!! I’ve been rewatching Kingdom these days and after that’s done I’ll be in dire need of bedrotting content again <3

Also soooo happy little RI kitten is doing better!!!! I forgot I referred to it originally as RI kitten so I just stared at my phone for a whole minute thinking “Rhode Island kitten???” LOL so glad little kitty’s doing amazing though 🥹❤️

Sending you all my love sweet angel I hope the summer days are good to you 💓🫶❤️💝💘💞👼 also here’s my latest pc & holder I’ve been obsessed with…. Jun Han from xdinary heroes if you’re reading this I love u

[that-bajan-kid]

Boku No Hero Academia Chapter 293 SPOILERS

(These children used their one collective brain cell and decided to rush head first into the arms of Death with zero fucks given)

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Oh that orange hair is not a good look on Shiggy. Izuku looks adorable in anything I can't argue.

We get an adorable panel of Eri eating a cracker/cookie next Lemillion bursting forth from the ground once more. Izuku ask him how he's here rn and apparently this boy has just been chilling at Nighteye's agency, which is conveniently not to far from here. He had to of had his quirk for a while now if he was at the agency right?

Omg look at Eri!! She's so cute I literally have to point her out whenever she's on screen. I don't make the rules here, that's just how it is. And Ochako is doing her hair!!!! I'm gonna explode from the cuteness. And all that other stuff they're talking about is important to I guess.

SHE'S SO FUCKING CUTE I LITERALLY CAN NOT

They're all babies. She looks so happy to help out too. The little bounce she does when she looks back at Dadzawa for permission. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

Mirio is asking for back up cause even he can't take on 4 NHEs by himself. So of course Bakugou, with the two holes in his abdomen, leaps in to action even tho he really shouldn't. I swear these kids are all suicidal.

THESE FUCKING KIDS AND THEIR LACK OF SELF PRESERVATION IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME I SWEAR. Also, I believe the time is now upon us my brothers and sisters.

(Edit: I just realised I've been spelling his fucking name wrong this whole time. My brain just autocorrected it to the proper spelling and I didn't even noticed lmao. Please forgive me.)

Of course Spinner thinks it's cool. IS JEANIST FUCKING CRYING LMAO

I like it. It's very Katsuki Bakugou and not nearly as bad as the first two. You go, Dynamite. Man, I can't wait to see the fandom's reaction to this. How many people are gonna throw a tantrum cause its not Ground Zero? Or fucking Kacchan?

Mirio says he thinks it's funny and Dynamite says it's not meant to be funny. Mirio quotes Nighteye speech about there being laughter and you to balance out the sorrow and apologises for the absolute disrespect he just showed my son's new hero name.

Enji, sweetheart, I know your in shock about your dead son not being dead and that you're literally on death's door, but Shouto is going to fucking die if you don't move your ass. I'm not mad and I understand why you're not doing anything right now. But, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, i would sacrifice you in a heartbeat if it meant saving Shouto's life. Don't get me wrong, I like your character a lot, but you dying would be a nice end to your redemption arc if you end up saving Shouto. And at this point I honestly don't care about what happens to Dabi. He's trying to kill my son. Fuck that guy lol. Doesn't mean I don't like him tho.

Why are people defending this guy again? Cause of his trauma? Don't get me wrong, I like Dabi as much as the next guy but if his death means Shouto gets to live, I don't have a problem with that either. Dabi and Enji are in the same boat.

My boi Deku coming in clutch with Black Whip even tho he really shouldn't be to save his best friend. Dabi's gonna try to burn him too, I can feel it coming. Also Izuku is thinking about how his arms and legs don't have any strength like that's the only thing wrong with them. He'd be lucky if he can even move them when all of this is over.

"Don't put this in a Doujin" I am deceased. Cris is no longer among the living. She has ascended to the heavens. Who ever this translater is, they're doing God's work. I can't wait to see the discourse about Izuku's speech in the tags. I can already hear the "Izuku is defending Endeawhore therefore he supports abuse #canceldeku2020" posts in my head. Anyway, I like what Izu says here tho, it's very much in character for him. I also like his Froppy inspired Black Whip: Projectile Vomit Mode. Very unexpected tbh.

Izuku yells "You are not Endeavour" and Dabi responds with "No shit, Sherlock" and asks if Izuku pities him even a little bit and I wouldn't fault him for straight up saying "No" considering everything Dabi has put him and his friends through. Hell, if I was Midoriya I wouldn't even be trying to get through to him rn. A trait I strongly admire about Izuku. Dabi goes on to say he is the culmination of all of Endeavour's sins and we get a panel showing threads snapping and I don't know if it's supposed to be what's left of Izuku's mental stability or Dabi's. Or if it's an actual thread snapping. Dabi goes on to spout some bullshit about how evil will never prosper and justice will crumble now that he's shown the naive citizens of Japan who to blame, which is the heroes apparently.

Uhhh so that snapping thread I mentioned earlier is actually the carbon fibre wire Jeanist is using to keep Machia contained and like all of them just snapped like twigs. Dabi continues his speech about how chaos now reigns supreme while everyone panics about Machia. Meanwhile Deku is having a moment.

Correction, Endeavour was the one having a moment and has decided to take action despite his obvious condition called dying. He rockets his way towards Machia and bitch slaps him in the face and immediately follows that up by saying he feels numb. He totally gonna die and I'm totally gonna feel sad about it. I'm already tearing up.

FUCKING FINALLY GOD DAMNIT

I knew it was gonna work. Never doubt my gurl Creati. She's the smartest kid in class for a reason. It feels like it took forever but it was probably only a few mins. I can't wait for everything to go wrong again. Also, everyone who thinks Endeavour is either going to die or, end up with a debilitating disability, raise your hand 🙋. Mans suffering from the most severe case of heat stroke to ever stroke and is running on burnt lungs and he was impaled by Shigaraki/AFO. He's not having a fun time.

I think it's safe to say that Eri won't healing anyone after this. It looks like all her quirks energy went into giving Mirio his quirk. Meaning all these injuries that the heroes are getting won't be magically disappearing. Aizawa isn't getting his leg back, Izuku's arms are probably never gonna work again, Gran Torino is fucking dead just like Endeavour's career, and Endeavour is probably gonna fucking die too. Cause Shouto doesn't have enough trauma in his life.

Time for me to venture into the tags and see what the latest discourse is. Can't wait for everyone to call Izuku an abuser sympathiser even tho he called out Endeavour during the sports, or say that the heroes are somehow abusing Eri like Overhaul did cause she gave Mirio his quirk back even tho she clearly wanted to do it. The chaos fuels me.

Until next time.

[bakumu]

four years and eleven months (july)

bakugou x fem!reader

part of the ruby red series. this is part iv and the finale of the breakup arc.

part iii

summary: Your feelings for bakugou still hang over your head six months after your breakup and you can’t seem to move on. Will you be able to resist him on your birthday, especially since he will do anything to get you back?

cw: SMUT(creampie, oral (fem receiving), possessive, dry humping, little bit of cockwarming as a treat, pretty tame ngl), soft bakugou, side mina x kiri, side unestablished kami x shin, various other class 1a past relationships hinted at, food mentions, miscommunication, mutual pining, idiots to lover, nicknames (princess)

a/n: reader has a birthday for story purposes during the last week of july, thank you fae for helping me think of the present part a million years ago, and im very excited for everyone to read this!

minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content

You hear the gravel crunch beneath your tires as you turn onto the private drive. The tree-lined road is a familiar sight as you make your way towards your destination, a Yaoyorozu summer mansion always used for the biggest party of the year.

Your birthday party, specifically. Well, more accurately the combined birthday party of Sero, Mina, Jiro, and yourself.

When the four of you found out that your birthdays were all on the same weekend, chaos insued and Mina started to plan out a huge party. That was almost five years ago and the parties just get bigger and bigger every year. Momo offered one of her family's many mansions, along with helping foot the bills, claiming it was her birthday present to all of you and even when you tried to protest against it, she insisted. And so the tradition began.

At first, the parties were just class A and a few other people that wanted to join in the festivities, but slowly, more and more people were invited. When you graduated from UA and joined the hero ranks, even the older pros started to make their appearances, bringing with them more and more people until the party grew into what it is today: the largest party of the year.

Somehow Mina has been able to keep the press and paparazzi away, and you have suspected it has something to do with how elaborate and press-filled Deku’s birthdays are, but you've never wanted to ask. Whatever she's doing is working and you are glad that there aren't a million photos of you stuffing your face with burgers and hotdogs while in your swimsuit.

When you finally pull up to the mansion, you can see people busying themselves with last minute preparations: pruning the hedges, carrying food trays, and wheeling ice out of a truck towards the back of the house. But your eyes are distracted from the hard workers by the flash of pink that runs out of the house and down the elaborate staircase leading from the house.

“You finally made it!” Mina belts at you, running to your side and wrapping you in a hug as soon as you're out of your car.

“Am I late?” You check your phone when she finally pulls away and sees that you're here thirty minutes before Momo had told you to be. The late morning sun reflects off your phone and into Mina’s eyes.

“Hey! Watch that thing,” she says, angling your phone away from her face. “Also, no, you're not late. But you are the last of the set up crew to be here.” Mina reported before helping you grab your bags from your car and leading you inside the expansive mansion.

You saw people setting up tables along the walls and hallways just on the off chance that it would rain, but it never has. You have to commend Momo for always being prepared, she is the party's saving grace.

Mina pulls you through the house while chatting your ear off about her morning, leading you to where she knows you will want to stop first. Gift tables labeled for each of the birthday persons are set out and you place the presents that you've gotten for your friends on their tables before hiding your bag and your bathing suit under the table marked for you.

Once you're all set hiding your things away, the two of you make your way to the kitchen where you find Momo and Jiro talking. Momo is sitting on a stool at the island while Jiro sits on the counter swinging her legs back and forth.

“There she is! Way to be late to the party!” Jiro beams.

You roll your eyes before taking the seat next to Momo. “I am not late and you guys know it.”

They all let out a laugh before Momo gives you an update about the party.

“Apparently, the catering miscalculated the number of plates I requested and now we have to grill some extra burgers and food for everyone,” she exhales, laying her head down on the cool countertop.

“Ahh, I'm sure the guys will hate that,” you respond with a playful wink. Every year, Kirishima, Bakugou, and Sero complain about not getting to use the fancy grill. Well now is their chance, you think.

“Eijiro and Hanta are out playing with it right now,” Jiro adds with a laugh. “You could see them bouncing off the walls when the caterer told Momo about the mix-up.”

The four of you talk and laugh in the kitchen for some time, until the planners and catering tell Momo that everything is set up and they are taking their leave. There’s still about twenty minutes until the early birds will start to arrive. Maybe now is a good time to put on your bathing suit and get some peace in the pool before it gets too rowdy.

But your friends have other ideas.

Momo uncrosses her legs, before spinning in her chair so she is directly facing you before recrossing them. Jiro hops off the counter to stand on your opposite side and even Mina leans over the island to get closer to you.

You let out a nervous chuckle, “Uhh, can I help you?”

“God yes, we want details.”

“Details on what?” you ask, confused by the sudden confrontation.

“See guys, I told you she was dense about it!” Mina exclaims, “Babe, we want to know about you and boom-boy!”

“Oh.” You wring your hands together. You figured that this conversation was coming at some point today, but you guess it's good to get it out of the way before he's actually here. “There isn't really much to tell. We hung out after Deku’s party for a bit and then I went home.”

“Oh is that what we're calling it now? Hanging out?” Jiro adds, arching her eyebrow at you.

Momo sees your shoulders start to shrink as you try and make yourself smaller at their questioning. She puts her hand on your shoulder, and you look into her trusting gaze. “We just want to make sure you're alright.”

“Plus, we want the juicy details because you're getting more action than the rest of us!” Jiro adds with a laugh.

“Hey! You don't know that!” Mina exclaims, “I am in a very healthy relationship you know!”

The girls laugh at that, while giving you the space you need to gather your thoughts.

You weren't sure exactly what you wanted to tell them. Sure you and Bakugou had fucked a handful of times since your breakup, and yeah, you still loved him, but at what point is that too personal? You didn't want to burden your friends with your all-over-the-place emotions but you also didn't want to keep secrets from them.

Plus there the fact that the tabloids have started saying—

“Girl, I can see your mind running a million miles an hour. Just talk to us, you'll feel better! Promise!” Mina smiles at you, as Jiro and Momo rub your back.

“Okay,” you roll your head towards the ceiling, letting out a huge sigh before explaining your feelings to them.

“Katsuki and I have been sleeping with each other after almost every party since Tsu’s birthday. It’s really, really good sex. Like really good.” They all giggle and you continue. “Each time he invites me over, he says that he wants to talk or whatever, but I never want to listen. I just jump his bones and then leave right after. I'm sure he just wants to be friends with benefits or something but I can't stand the thought of that. Because…”

Another sigh escapes you before you let your head fall into your palms.

“Because I’m still in love with him and it just hurts so much,” you try not to let your voice crack as you speak, “It hurts to stay away and it hurts to be close.”

Momo rests her head on your shoulder as you continue to talk while Jiro rubs soothing circles on your back.

“It's just— when I see him now, it feels like we're back at UA, flirting and having fun, like nothing bad happened. And I want it to be like that again, but I can't. I just think about how much I want him back and how much he does not want that. I'm just somebody he has sex with.”

“Hey, you don't know that,” Momo is quick to add.

“I mean, I kind of do. You guys didn't see the tabloid photo of him this week? There were a bunch of photos of him and Camie together at a jewelry store or something.” You pause, your voice becoming smaller. “I didn't look at it long enough to figure it out but they looked really close.”

“You know how those things can be! It doesn't mean anything,” Jiro adds, hoping to bring a little lightness to the situation.

“Why else would he be jewelry shopping with her?” You bark out more aggressively than you intended.

Mina grabs your hands, holding them in the space between the two of you. Her gaze is heated and she leaves no room for negotiation.

“There could be a million reasons why he's shopping with her, maybe he needed something for his mom or something. But that's not. The. Issue.” She enunciates each word with a small shake to your hands. “You don't see the way his eyes are always on you, or the way he talks and asks about you all the time. And, God, do you remember how long it took for him to admit that he liked you the first time? There is no way he has moved on to someone else.”

You smile at the memory of the months of pining as Mina lets go of your hands, and trots around the island wrapping her arms around your shoulders. Jiro and Momo join her in giving you a squeezing group hug until you have to beg for mercy.

When the others pull away, she whispers into your ear, “Trust me, okay?”

She pulls back and wipes at the tears forming in your eyes before you nod at her, trusting her with your life. And she was right, you do feel a little better after talking to your friends.

You give your friends a small smile before Jiro starts poking fun at Mina, “‘I’m in a healthy relationship!’ I follow your private Twitter! You’re always posting about your lack of dick!”

“Hey!” Mina yells back. “At least I get some!”

Momo throws her arm over your shoulder and leads you towards the changing rooms with a laugh, “I love you guys.”

The party is in full swing when you finally see Bakugou arrive.

He walks along a stone pass, framed in the pinks and purples of blooming summer hydrangeas as he emerges around the side of the house, carrying a large bag of ice over his shoulder. His typical black tank top clings to his sweaty body letting your eyes feast upon his glorious arm muscles flexing to put down the bag of ice next to Kirishima and the grill.

Even from across the pool, you can see how small pieces of his spiky blonde hair stick to his forehead and you watch with bated breath as he lifts up the bottom of his tank top to wipe away the sweat beading on his temples, revealing his toned abs and his perfectly tanned skin.

You can see Kirishima say something to him before his head whips around, and his eyes scan through the crowd until they land on you. His eyes roam over your body— your bathing suit and sheer covering not leaving much to his imagination— his gaze leaving you breathless.

Heat blooms up your chest as his eyes slowly meet yours and your heart dances from the heat of his gaze.

You feel someone elbow your side, “Earth to Y/N. Hello?”

You blink away your stupor and look at your friends surrounding you. Mina and Momo share a look and laugh as you squint your eyes at them.

“What's so funny?!”

“Oh nothing, girl, you're just so predictable,” Mina laughs, “and you've never been able to hide that look on your face!”

“I don't know what you’re talking about,” you say with a huff before rolling your eyes even more at their continued laughter. “I need a drink.”

Across the pool, Bakugou pretends to miss the way your friends poke fun at your staring, but he can't deny that he's addicted to the way it makes him feel. He loves your eyes on him, the heat he feels from your gaze alone is enough to drive him wild, but now he has to add the fact that you're looking like that in your bathing suit.

The way the sheer orange coverup gives him just a taste of the way your black two-piece fits snugly over your curves would have him begging on his knees for a taste of you if the situation was even slightly different.

Bakugou hates the situation he finds himself in, and he knows that it's one hundred percent his fault, but that's why he's trying to change it. He broke up with you, the love of his goddamn life after a few bad weeks caused by the stress he was putting on himself to be the number one hero. He lashed out, said things he didn’t mean, and walked out of your apartment just a few days before Christmas.

He is an ass, he knows this, but he can't get over you. And he doesn't want to.

The pull you have on him is something irreplaceable. Every time you're in the same room with him, he can't help but gravitate towards you, hoping to catch the sound of your laugh in the air or see you smile at someone else's jokes, even if it makes him jealous.

And he must still have that effect on you as well, seeing as how you always seem to go home with him, finding momentary comfort in between his sheets before you scurry out of the door and out of his life once again.

He doesn't want your meetings to go like that. He never plans for that. All he really wants to do is talk, to beg for forgiveness, to see if he can even have a second chance, but as soon as you press your lips against his, his mind goes blank. He reasons with himself that he will just talk after he finds comfort in your warmth, your scent, and your voice. But the after never seems to go correctly, as you always have an excuse or a reason you have to leave right away.

He doesn't blame you: it's confusing for him too, but god, it hurts to see you walk away from him every time. And every time he's reminded that's exactly what he did to you; he deserves it.

But today will be different. It has to be.

The smell of burning meat hits his nose and Bakugou quickly turns towards the grill.

“What are you idiots doing!” he shouts as he swats Sero and Kirishima away, taking their spot, trying to salvage the burning meat.

“Whoops, got distracted,” Sero blurts out, rubbing the back of his head.

Kirishima puts an arm around Bakugou’s shoulder, “Yeah Bakubro, he's not the only one! You seemed to be pretty distracted too!”

“Shaddup,” Bakugou says, pushing his friend's arm off his shoulder. “Just let me fix your shitty grilling in peace.”

Denki joins the three around the grill with several blended, fruity-looking drinks in his hands, each with their own umbrella and swirly straw, and hands one to each guy.

Today is too hot for Bakugou to turn down such a cold drink, so he takes it reluctantly and starts sipping while flipping the burgers.

“So, Bakugou,” Denki starts, with a playful lit in his voice, “Did you see Y/N yet?”

He answers with a roll of his eyes; how he ever asked to let them help with his plan to get you back, he will never understand, especially since they were not very helpful anyways. Denki’s only good idea was a flash mob, which is a very big no.

“Oh you missed it!” Kirishima responds for his best bud. “They had this super heated gaze from across the pool!” His best friend pokes at his back before he continues, “I bet it was like they were the only two people at the party!”

Maybe if he just ignores the guys they will go away.

Denki groans, “Man, I can't believe I missed it!”

“He did the whole ‘wipe down his face with the bottom of his shirt after carrying something heavy’ thing,” Sero adds, and Bakugou wishes could throw them all in the pool without facing Momo’s wrath.

“Alright, stop talking about me like I’m not here. What's all this build up for? Spit it out,” Katsuki states, quirking one eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest, still holding the sharp metal spatula.

Kirishima puts his hand up in defeat with a smile, “You're right, you're right. We want to know what the plan is.”

Bakugou turns back to the grill, checking the meat, “Then you should have just asked.”

He takes a long thin box out of his pocket and hands it to Kirishima behind him, “Careful, shitty hair, don't drop them.”

The other two boys gather around the small box, before they gently lift the cover off.

Nestled in the box are two rose gold lockets. One has a thicker longer chain, a moon engraved on the front as well as the phrase, ‘Always and forever’. The other has a thinner chain that seems to glint in the sunlight.

“I actually asked someone who would have good ideas about presents... that weren’t lame,” Katsuki turns to make quick eye contact with the three before turning back to the grill. “I called up Camie, and she actually gave me really good advice and went to the store with me. Apparently her family has connections in the jewelry industry so she knows her stuff.”

Eijiro hands his drink to Sero before he picks up the thinner chain and reads the inscription on the back, ‘You are my destiny.’

The boys are quiet as the fun and teasing atmosphere is washed away and replaced by the seriousness of the love Bakugou has for you.

Denki opens the locket hanging from Kirishima's hand revealing two photos inside.

The first is one that they all recognize as it's one that Kirishima took in secret during your first date. Bakugou’s looking at you with such adoration while you laugh at something he said. It was your first photo as a couple. After it was taken, Bakugou threatened to kill Kirishima but Eijiro would have died a happy death seeing his friend so happy.

The second photo is one that the boys had never seen before. Soft light illuminates you curled up on Katsuki’s chest, cuddled and warm in one of his hoodies. There's a small smile on your face and your eyes are closed as Bakugou places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero are all silent, the weight of their friends' world on their shoulders as they very carefully pack away the lockets back into the box.

Kirishima breaks the silence first, “Wow, Katsuki. You’ve put a lot of thought into this.”

“Yeah, well,” Bakugou starts, taking the box back and putting it in his pocket, “I love her, of course I thought it out.”

It's all too silent for Katsuki’s liking and when he turns to look at his friends he did not expect to be met with each one of them blubbering, fighting back tears in their eyes.

Almost in unison the three of him pull him into a giant hug, and for once he doesn't fight back. He allows himself to bask in the love of his friends. Until he feels someone move their hand to his ass.

“Hey! Hands off the goods!” he yells, swatting the three off him.

“Sorry bro, I just had to take the chance to grab your ass before you're taken again!” Denki laughs before he high tails it out of the grill area in fear of incurring Bakugou's wrath.

Katsuki rolls his eyes with a huff before plating the sizzling meat, trying to ignore the fluttering of his heart at Kaminari’s implications.

Sero leans against the stone counter of the grill area and laughs at Todoroki jumping into the pool, “You know Bakugou, you could always wear your locket now, you know? It's waterproof and everything, right?”

Bakugou thanks for a minute, would it be bad? It's not like your answer is going to change his commitment to you. It will always be you, no matter what. “Yeah, maybe,” he responds lost in thought.

Kirishima stands next to him, siping on his drink, noticing the look on his best friend's face. He gives him a reassuring pat on the back, “Don't worry, bro, you’ve got this. Tonight's your night.”

The party is in full swing now: people are jumping in the pool, playing chicken, and having a blast as you make your way towards the delicious scent of food.

People call out a chorus of ‘happy birthday’s and other well wishes as you pass them, but you can’t stop to talk because you're on a mission. A mission to fill your belly with as much of the delicious food as possible.

The food tent is filled to the brim with every delicious treat that you could want. Momo and her caterers have spared no expense lining the tables with summer favorites from all over the world.

By the time you get around to making your plate, the first wave of hungry party goers is just about cleared out, leaving you to peruse the dishes in peace.

You get to work filling your plate with all your favorites, conveniently and not so sneakily avoiding the healthier vegetable dishes to indulge in the rich flavors of savory carbs. Breads, noodles, cheeses, and everything that makes your mouth water is piled high onto your plate.

"You've gotta eat more than carbs, dumbass.” His voice startles you and you almost drop your food. You look over as Bakugou comes to stand next to you, and damn, if your breath isn’t taken away by him for the second time today. He looks just as handsome as ever, his ruby eyes crinkled at the edges, obviously amused to startle you. His own plate in his hand looks to be overflowing as well.

“Here take some fried corn too, I know you like it," he leans to the side, grabbing a spoonful and offering it to you.

He's right. Bakugou knows you way too well, even after six months of being apart. Butterflies erupt in your stomach, and you try to hide the way heat spreads through your body.

“Fine, but only because I was already coming back for it,” you lie with a pout, causing him to roll his eyes.

Still, he chuckles as he responds, “Whatever you say, princess.”

The nickname rolls right off his tongue and into your caged heart. How this man still has such a hold over you after this time is something you'll never understand. Damnit heart, he broke you! Why are you still so in love with him?

He dumps the serving on your plate before leaning over again to pile some on his own.

Your plate is so heavy you have to use two hands to carry it, and when you turn to leave the tent, Katsuki follows. He lifts the tent flap over your head as you step back out into the blazing sun.

“Hey, do you want to eat with me? I saw an empty table in the shade before I got my food.” His voice is surprisingly soft and filled with insecurity.

You turn to look at him and that's when you see it. The glimmer of metal against his skin catches your eye as it shines in the sunlight. The thick chain dips low beneath the fabric of his tank top.

Oh.

You can't keep your eyes from darting around, wanting to focus on the new discovery but not able to keep your mind from running. The shopping with Cami, his new jewelry, nervously asking you to talk: it's all got to lead up to one thing.

He is going to tell you that he is dating her and your little ‘afterparty rendezvous’ needs to stop.

Of course, of course, of course. You try to work through your emotions quickly, willing yourself not to feel the extent of the stabbing in your chest while at a party surrounded by your closest friends and peers.

You shouldn't care. He's not yours and you're not his, so why does it still hurt? Why does the thought of him with anyone else make you feel like your soul is burning alive inside your body?

“Hey, what's wrong?” he asks, looking over your expression with worry in his eyes. You've never been able to hide your emotions from him before, so why would you think you'd get away with it now?

“I—" your eyes search your surroundings looking for anything, anyone to help. Ah! There! “—I’m going to go sit with Ojiro and Iida, I haven't gotten to talk to them yet.”

“Oh okay, can we talk…” he trails off as you leave his side, seemingly in a hurry to get away from him. “...talk later.”

He lets out a deep sigh, confusion and hurt settling in his chest as he glances around for a place to sit elsewhere.

He spots Denki sitting alone in the grass under a large tree looking at his phone and decides that it’s as good a place as any.

He plops down next to his blond friend, and Kaminari gives him a half-hearted smile before going back to his phone.

Great, he's going to have to deal with his own feelings and also probably whatever is bothering his usually bouncy friend.

After food, he decides and digs into his plate, replaying the interaction from the tent over in his mind. Everything was going fine until he asked you to eat with him. Was that a boundary you didn't want to cross? Was it too informal?

From his position under the tree, he can see most of the party area, including you seated at a table next to Ojiro. Iida must have left and… wait, why is Ojiro so close to you, and why is his hand caressing your back? He's far away so he can’t see exactly what's going on but he knows his eyes aren't playing tricks on him.

His blood starts to boil as his vision turns red. Is that why you didn't want to sit with him? Were you waiting to go sit with Ojiro? Did you have feelings for him? Was he really too late?

He feels the plastic of the fork start to melt down his palm as they heat up.

“Fuck.” He hasn't lost control of his quirk like that since high school. He needs to calm down.

“Bro, are you okay, what is it?” Denki asks, with a shocked expression. Bakugou tries to form the plastic handle back into a usable shape but gives up when it just starts to melt again.

A few deep breaths help him ease himself down, and he wipes the sweat off his hands onto his shorts.

Denki gives him a glance before deciding it's better to wait for Bakugou to share, and he reclines in the grass.

Katsuki sets his plate aside, choosing to join Kaminari in the grass. He lays down and looks up at the sky through the canopy of green. The gentle breeze rustling through the leaves calms him more, until he’s ready to talk to Denki.

“It’s Y/N,” he pauses. “What if I'm too late?”

Denki is silent for a while, not exactly sure how to reassure his friend. “But what if you're not too late? You can't possibly know that until you try.”

“I have been trying; fuck, I’ve been trying for months, and all I get are closed doors and ‘sorry I had to go’ texts.”

“I know buddy,” Denki glances over to his friend, hair blowing in the wind, eyes impossibly clouded, “but it's not like you can just let her go.”

“No, never.”

“What even brought this on, you were so ready before?” Denki tentatively asks, not wanting to reawaken the misery swirling inside Bakugou.

“I asked her to eat with me and she turned me down to go eat with Ojiro, and then he had his hands all over her.”

“I'm sure that's nothing,” Denki soothes. “I think that he just started working at the same agency as her so they've gotten closer.”

Bakugou rolls his head on the ground so he can look at Denki, “That’s supposed to make me feel better?”

A small laugh escapes from Kaminari’s lips, “No, I suppose not. But you know Ojiro’s a good guy, he’s not one to mix work and pleasure.”

Bakugou rolls his eyes with a groan, and he really wishes that Denki would have chosen a different phrase, but it is true, Ojiro is a good guy, and he lost the right to hog your attention six months ago.

“I don't want to think about it anymore, what’s bothering you?” Katsuki asks, wanting to return the favor.

“Ahhh, well you know how Hitoshi and I are almost a thing?” Bakugou gives a grunt in response and Denki continues. “Well, he texted me a few hours ago saying that he’s running late with work stuff, but then I checked Twitter and saw that he is posing with fans doing photo ops. I know that is technically work… but I wanted him to be here, to prioritize spending today with me.”

“You like him right?”

“Duh, obviously.”

“Well then, you just have to trust him. You know how agencies are, maybe they forced it on him today or something. There's no way to know if he is or isn't prioritizing it without talking to him. Is he still coming?”

Denki absorbs his words, “Yeah, said he’d be here as soon as he can.”

“See? Just wait for him to get here and then you can talk about it. And then from there you can figure things out.”

“Damn Bakubro.” The playful lit of Denki’s voice returns and the sweet solemn mood between the two is quickly erased, “When did you get good at giving advice? Pining for Y/N has made you so soft!”

“Hey! I’ve always been good at giving advice, you fuck!”

The party kept moving as you analyzed the interaction with Bakugou in the food tent over and over. Sero got pushed into the pool, Mina got yelled at after putting ice cubes down multiple peoples swim trunks, people all around you came and went. Some of them sat and talked with you for a while, before you got up to walk around the party, doing a few laps past the dessert bar, joining conversations, laughing, and genuinely trying to enjoy the day.

The sun starts to set and you watch Jiro make her way towards her DJ equipment. She sets up her laptop and turns on extra sets of colored lights before testing the speakers with a low bass beat.

“Are you ready!?” she yells into the mic before she drops her finger on her space bar. Her own remix starts playing, the bass deep and pumping as people start dancing on the makeshift dance floor in front of the pool.

You watch your friends one by one go to the dance floor, getting dragged off by various other people, but you have no intention of joining them this year.

You have too many memories of Katsuki pulling you onto that same dancefloor, pulling you close and swaying back and forth together. Even if it wasn't a slow song, he kept you in his arms, holding you close so that he could whisper into your ear.

You remember the first party, just a few months after all of you started at UA, held on campus after everyone was moved into the dorms. It wasn't even summer anymore but you all did your best, celebrating every birthday that you missed, and trying to ease the uneasy feelings after the villain attack on the training arc and Bakugou being rescued.

You’ll never forget the fun everyone had on that day: eating Sato’s desserts, dancing to Jiro’s playlist, and the first time that you danced with Katsuki. It wasn't anything slow or special, but when you saw him walking past the dance party toward the elevator, you made the split second decision to grab his hands. The scowl he gave you as you danced around him and pulled him into the group should have scared you but it just made you feel so much better when you saw it start to slip into a small smile. Kirishima and Denki joined you, jumping around until he finally let loose a little, joining in on the fun, jumping around with everyone and actually having fun.

You never noticed it back then, but you came to the conclusion that that's when his eyes would start to linger on you longer and his cheeks would start to flush pink when you smiled at him.

The next year, the party was held just three weeks before Katsuki would ask you out. He was so nervous and cute back then, practically dragging you onto the dancefloor when Jiro played a slow song. You're sure that he bribed her or something because it's the only time she's ever played a slow song at a party. The rest of the class paired up after seeing Kirishima whisk Denki onto the dance floor, saying something about it being manly with a laugh.

That was the first time that you had slow danced with anyone and the fact that you had the biggest fattest crush on Bakugou did not help the nerves that you were feeling as butterflies threatened to rupture from your stomach. But the way he pulled you close to him, swaying to the music, made you feel like you were the only two people in the room. That is until he whispered something about how Todoroki looked as stiff as a wall while dancing with Mina, and he slowly spun you around so that you could see, before pulling you back into him as you giggled right into his ear.

That dance was the start of the tradition. The two of you are swaying and chatting, as Bakugou said anything to make you laugh. Poking at your friends dancing, the way people jumped into the pool, or the “shitty” music that Jiro played sometimes.

You look over the crowd from the sidelines with an ache in your heart. The firsts without him always hurt the worst. You can see Iida and Todoroki doing some variation of the chicken dance with Mina and Sero hopping around them, shaking their asses, and you can't help but imagine the shitty jokes that Bakugou would make.

“They look like they’re trying to summon some sort of sex crazed chicken god.”

Yeah, just like that. Wait.

“Bakugou.” Your voice sounds breathless as you register his appearance once again at your side, his face lit up by the bouncing lights emitting from Jiro’s setup. “You startled me.”

Your heart jumps in your chest as his eyes trace your face, seemingly just as mesmerized by the dancing light across your skin as you are with his. But then the light glints off the metal hanging around his neck.

Ah yes, the necklace he must have been out buying with Camie. You try to push your jealousy down, as it's no longer your place to be concerned about who he's keeping company with. You look away from him and back into the dancing crowd, letting your friends' ridiculous dance moves keep your heart from plummeting into sorrow.

“Sorry about that,” he almost laughs. “Lost in thought?”

“Yeah,” you pause, thinking about his other appearances tonight. “You know, if I didn't know any better, I’d think you were watching me or something. Planning the perfect moments to come talk.”

He opens his mouth again before quickly closing it, turning instead to watch Momo join the dancing group, playing air guitar and swinging her ponytail around, hitting Todoroki in the face with it.

“Tch, idiots,” he says with a hidden laugh.

You shift in place, watching Momo apologize until Todoroki picks up her pretend air guitar, handing it to her and then finding his own. The two of them start head banging when the next song starts playing

You feel a pull on your arm, before you're suddenly being dragged into the crowd of dancing people. The burst of purple hair illuminated by the swirling lights gives away exactly who your captor is.

“Shinsou! What are you doing!” you yell over the music. He flashes a smile at you before he continues dragging you through the mass of people.

“I'm helping!” he shouts over his shoulder.

He leads you through the crowd until reaching an empty standing table by the bar. It's quieter here, a blind spot from the speakers and far from the peering eyes of a certain someone.

The hand that was holding on to you spins you in place before letting go, leaving you to bop to the music as he does the same.

You've always had a soft spot for Shinsou, and he's grown to be one of your good friends. He's always the person you text when you're up late because you know he's awake, and he’s very good at handling the chaos that people bring him, which is probably why Denki has managed to fall for him. They are really cute together.

“You looked like you wanted an escape, so I provided you with one,” he calmly shrugs.

“Shouldn't you be hanging out with Denki? Where is he?”

“This was actually his idea! He wanted to talk to Bakugou about something. Apparently they had a heart to heart earlier about something, and Denki wanted to tell him something.”

“Ouhhh,” you coo slightly, “I bet it was about you!”

You can see Hitoshi’s face flush just the tiniest bit as he tries to play it off, “About me? It was probably about you!”

“Me? Why me?”

“Oh, don't play like you and Bakugou haven't been having special adult fun times lately.”

You groan, laying your head down on the table, “God, does everyone know about it?”

“Yes, you guys aren't subtle. When are you getting back together already?” He laughs, poking your side playfully.

“Ow!” you hold your side in fake hurt. “When are you and Denki getting together?”

He deflects your question skillfully, “Do you want a drink?”

“Sure! Get me whatever.”

He taps the table before leaving, “Alright be right back.”

“Not too strong, asshole!” you call after him and he raises a hand in acknowledgement as he stands at the bar.

It's funny how the two of you are in similar situations, almost like you're both wearing the same life jacket on very different boats. He and Denki have been dancing around each other forever, a will-they, won't-they thing that has got to be draining them both. You wish they would just come out and admit their feelings and be together.

The hypocrisy is not lost on you, but your situation is different. It's not ‘will-they, won't-they’ it’s ‘they did and then they broke up’.

Hitoshi comes back with two rum and cokes, and you take a small sip, before setting it down on the table. “Thanks,” you say, lost in thought.

“Welcome.” He takes a sip of his own drink, his head bouncing to the beat as he looks you over. “Hey, do you want to talk about it? You know I’m always good to talk.”

You sigh and let your head drop, “I don't know, yes, but also no.”

A small smile appears on his face at your indecision, “Okay, then how about we ask each other questions and we both have to answer?”

You raise your eyebrows at him, “Okay, fine. Do you think this is a stupid game?”

He laughs, “Nope; your turn.”

“Yes, I do.”

He rolls his eyes but continues anyways, “Well at least you understand the rules. Since you used your question first on something dumb, I get to go next.” You open your mouth to object but he gives you a small shake of his head that causes you to roll your eyes. He taps his chin as he thinks, “Hmmm, ok, got one. How do you feel about Bakugou staring at you all night?”

“Wha—" Has he really been staring at you that intently? You didn't really notice it that much, but if it's true…

If it was anyone else, it would make your skin crawl. The thought of someone watching you intently should make you want to run away, but if it's Bakugou? Your heart warms at the thought as your mind races. Why would he do that? Just waiting for the right time to come and tell you he's dating Camie?

“I guess it makes me feel… warm. But I don't think that means anything.” You pause to play with your fingers, before you remember the game, “How do you feel about Bakugou staring at you?”

Hitoshi snorts into his drink, “I would feel very uneasy and would probably run very far away.”

You laugh at his response as you try to think of a question that will make him reveal more than you, “What's holding you back?”

“Damn. Okay.” He takes another sip of his drink pondering your question. “I’m scared that once we get into a relationship we’ll realize that it was all a mistake and that we aren't supposed to be together.”

“Damn is right,” you respond; you had fleeting thoughts of the same concerns before you and Katsuki started dating and look where you are now. You take another sip of your drink.

“Yeah, heavy shit. But it's your turn.”

You try to hide the way you bite your lip behind your glass before you speak, “That's easy. He broke my heart and now I think he's dating someone else.”

“What are you—" Hitoshi begins before he's cut off by a bounding Denki jumping onto his back.

You smile at the two of them. Denki says something in Hitoshi’s ear, and they look so cute as a spotlight quickly illuminates them. But you miss the way Hitoshi’s eyes linger on you, his brows furrowed, confused about how you think Bakugou could love anyone other than you and wondering how you're so blind to see it.

Around midnight, the party starts to wind down. With most of the guests working in hero agencies, it makes sense that the party can't dwindle into the wee hours of the night. There are a few people still swimming in the pool, a few gathered with drinks on the patio, but you and the rest of your friends that could stay are sitting around the firepit.

There is a fire going, just small enough to light up everyone's faces and put off enough warmth to keep the chill of the night air away. Mina and Kirishima are on your left, while Denki and Hitoshi are to your right. Jiro, Ojiro, Tsu, Todoroki, and Sero were also able to stay, but sitting directly across from you is the one person you thought would be leaving as soon as possible.

Bakugou is staring into the fire as the warm light dances across his features in one of the rare moments that his face is calm. You can't help yourself from staring while Mina leads the charge for what game to play, just like she does every year.

“Let’s play ‘Never have I ever’!” she giggles, but her excited tone is drowned out by a chorus of groans.

“We play that every year, Mina,” Jiro says, leaning back in her seat.

“Can’t we play something else? Even ‘Spin the bottle’ would be better than that,” Denki grumbles, fluffing up his hair.

Mina’s eyes narrow at the group. “Come on! It's tradition! We can play dirty ‘Never have I ever’ then.”

You chuckle to yourself at her insistence. This happens every year; people grumble and protest, but you know everyone will agree to play as soon as she says:

“I guess you guys are just chicken shit.”

You take a sip of your drink; it's something fruity but spiked with sprite instead of vodka, and you smile to yourself. Mina knows how to play the whole lot of them like a game of chess.

A small chorus of ‘fine’s ring out as everyone gets more comfortable, adjusting in their seats, and Bakugou lets his gaze follow an ember floating up into the night sky from the fire. He could really care less about what game is played; all he knows is that tonight is almost over and he still hasn't achieved his goal: winning you back.

Kirishima sits up a little taller next to Mina. “I'll go first! Never have I ever peed in a pool.”

“Come on, really! That's what you're going with?” You can almost see the steam rise from Mina’s head.

“Aww what, Mina?” Momo picks at her before laughing, “Is that not what you had envisioned?”

Todoroki smiles as he joins Momo in laughter. “That is one definition of dirty.”

“Alright, come on,” Mina pouts. “I know at least one of you has peed in the pool. Let's get this over with.”

“Are we doing fingers down or drinking?” Sero asks.

Mina rolls her eyes and grumbles, “Whichever you guys want, it doesn't matter.”

Kaminari, Sero, and Todoroki all drink and a chorus of ‘ew’s echo around the circle as Sero gives Todoroki a knowing nod and smile before offering up a fist bump.

Momo rolls her eyes at the interaction and interrupts the incoming comments, “Okay, I'll go. Never have I ever fallen in love at first sight.”

‘Ooo’s sound out through the small circle as you ponder the question. Did you fall in love with Bakugou at first sight? No, it was a slow build up of friendship and trust that your feelings grew from. Sure he was cute and all, but acknowledging his cuteness is not love.

Mina berates Momo for yet another question that doesn't fall into her definition of dirty as you swirl your drink. While you don't think this is a dirty question, it is going to be interesting to see who drinks.

Denki makes eye contact with you before winking and taking a drink, watching Jiro and Tsu follow suit. Your brow furrows, why would Denki wink at you—

Across from you Bakugou picks up his drink, and your eyes meet through burning embers as he lifts the cup to his lips, taking a slow sip.

His eyes never leave yours as he lowers the cup, your chest tightening as butterflies settle in your stomach.

You know in your heart that you're the only person that Katsuki has ever loved. He had told you many times before, so he has to be referring to you with that admission... right? You refuse to let yourself think otherwise, for once actually squashing the small voice in the back of your mind.

You try to suppress your smile as heat creeps into your cheeks, and it's definitely not from the fire. Someone asks Tsu about her love story, but it's all just white noise as you hold Katsuki’s gaze, watching how his eyes crinkle from holding back his own smile.

This shared moment in time makes your heart ache. It's exactly how it used to be: the stolen glances, the comments that you can hear him make in your head, the roll of his eyes when someone points out how the two of you are — how the two of you were, you correct yourself — and always touching in some way. Hell, at last year’s ‘Never have I ever’ session, you were sitting on his lap the entire time with his arms wrapped tightly around you.

You let yourself break eye contact, instead watching Jiro and Tsu defend themselves from the barrage of questions. You set your drink down on the ground in front of you and wrap your arms around yourself. Hopefully you just appear cold, but in reality you're pleading with your body to stop yearning for his touch.

You hear someone call your name, looking around to find Ojiro smiling at you. “Are you cold, do you want me to go grab my jacket?” he asks.

How do you tell someone that you're just yearning for the touch of your ex? “Oh, no it's fine, really. I—”

Mina saves you from yourself. “We have blankets for just this reason!” She reaches behind Kirishima and pulls out a rolled up blanket, shaking it loose and laying it across your shoulders. “No need for anyone to share jackets,” she states as she secures it against your shoulders.

You thank Mina, offering her and Ojiro a quick smile before glancing back at Bakugou. His arms are crossed as he stares daggers at Ojiro untilKirishima throws a blanket at him.

“Bakubro, you're looking a little chilly too!”

Katsuki huffs, laying out the blanket across his lap and resting his head in his palm, the tiniest pout appearing on his face.

“Me next, me next!” Jiro exclaims, obviously over her questioning from before because she has a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Hey, Mina. Never have I ever caught my parents having sex.”

Eyebrows raise at Jiro’s questioning, all eyes turning to watch Mina stutter in her seat.

“H-hey. Why direct this at me!”

Jiro’s lips quirk up into a knowing smirk, “Are you gonna drink or not?”

Mina purses her lips and narrows her eyes at Jiro, taking a sip from her cup. Momo, Hitoshi, and Bakugou join her in drinks as everyone shakes their heads.

“That must suck,” Ojiro laughs. “But I think I get where you're going, Jiro.” He takes a big pause, leveling his eyes on Mina. “Never have I ever lied about my virginity.”

“Okay, first of all, how do you know that? Second, this is rude.” Mina responds, taking another drink from her cup.

Ojiro shrugs his shoulders. “I hear things,” he retorts, giving her a cunning smile.

Everyone almost misses Todoroki taking a sip of his glass, until you pipe up. “Shoto! What do you mean you lied about yours?”

All eyes turn to him. “I was with a more... let's call her an experienced woman, and she only wanted me if I was a virgin,” he says, shrugging his shoulders.

“Do you still have her number? Maybe you can give it to Sero!” Denki interjects.

Sero stands from his chair, pointing his empty cup at Denki. “If I had more booze and if you weren't seated between Y/N and Hitoshi, I would end you right now! But luckily for you, I need another drink, anyone else need anything?”

Sero grabs a few drink orders and runs off towards the bar while Mina passes out a few more blankets.

“Alright, I'll go next.” All eyes turn towards Bakugou, surprised that he would volunteer to participate.

“Wait,” Tsu pipes up, “Shouldn't we wait for Sero to get back?”

“Nah, I already know his answer for this one,” Bakugou's eyes gleam in the firelight as he levels them on Mina, a small smirk appearing on his face. “Never have I ever sexted the wrong person.”

Mina’s head falls forward, “That was one time! I said I was sorry!”

She takes a big drink from her cup, and Denki and Kirishima follow her lead, gulping down their drinks.

Bakugou rolls his eyes, “I just want to know how all three of you managed to send your shit to me.”

“To be fair,” Denki coughs, trying to swallow his drink, “‘Baby’ and ‘Boom Boom Man’ are pretty close in my contacts list.”

Katsuki sits back and makes a face, before crossing his arms, “Let's move on, I don't want to think about it anymore.”

Sero gets back from the bar and is handing out drinks when Tsu raises her hand, “I'll go, I have a good one.”

“Alright, Tsu, let's hear it!” Kirishima encourages her.

“Never have I ever streaked nude!” Tsu shrieks before breaking into laughter.

You let out a groan, “Tsu, you know too much.”

“Tsu,” Jiro whines, “I thought we had something.”

“This is a betrayal,” Momo utters as you, her, Jiro, Kaminari, and Mina all take drinks.

Mina has a smug look on her face, and speaks while raising her glass to Tsu, “If I’m going down, you all are coming with me.”

Todoroki sits forward in his seat, “Me next. Never have I ever had sex in the ocean or in a swimming pool.”

Your eyes go wide as you try not to look at the smug grin forming on Bakugou’s face. Images flash before your eyes of last summer and the beach trip the two of you took. For a split second, you can feel his hands on your hips, his cock pressing against you, and the way his lips grazed over your bare shoulders.

Heat creeps up your skin, flourishing across your cheeks and you suddenly wish that you didn't have the warm blanket wrapped around you.

You take a sip of your drink, begging to the gods that your friends don't take notice. Bakugou drinks with you, along with Ojiro, Hitoshi, and Tsu. Luckily for you, most of the conversation turned on Todoroki for asking a question that didn’t get Mina.

“Alright, alright. Stop ragging on Todoroki,” Sero says, coming to the rescue. “I have one that will get her. Never have I ever joined the ‘mile high club.’”

Sero’s proud smile is washed off his face as Kirishima throws one of his ice cubes at him, “Stop doing sex ones ‘cause they get me too!”

“Sorry man, not my fault! Shut up and drink!” he hollers back.

Kirishima rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his drink, followed by Mina, Todoroki, Momo, and Ojiro.

“Damn, that got more people than I expected!” Sero laughs before he is elbowed in the side by Hitoshi.

“You won't be laughing for long,” Hitoshi’s purple hair blows in the wind as he looks around the group. “Never have I ever had a crush on a teacher.”

You hear an offended gasp from Mina, “When did I ever—?!”

You pat her shoulder, offering her faux comfort, “It's okay Mina, you don't have to hide your crush on Aizawa any longer, this is a safe space.”

“Girl, get out of here with this,” she pushes your hand away as she drinks. “It wasn't Aizawa, for the record.”

Mina drinks from her cup, yet again, and Denki, Sero, Kirishima, and Tsu follow suit.

“I know we're all targeting Mina, but why do I also feel victimized,” Denki pouts, turning to Hitoshi looking for sympathy.

Hitoshi pats his head like he's comforting a small puppy. “Go on, it's your turn.”

“Fine.” Denki turns to the group, “I'll just use the my ultimate weapon, never have I ever had sex with anyone here.”

For once, everyone around the fire pit is quiet, and it makes Bakugou uneasy. What are people so nervous about? It's not like you don't all know each other's dirty laundry already, unless something new has happened.

Katsuki is the first to take a drink, making sure to carefully watch everyone else. Mina and Kirishima drink next, which surprises exactly no one. You go next, also not a shock to anyone. Momo raises her glass to her lips and drinks shortly followed by Shoto. Bakugou wishes that surprised him, but he always suspected something happened there. Wait— why is Ojiro lifting up his glass?

Ojiro takes a sip of his drink and suddenly all of the air is stolen from his lungs. Is this why the tailed bastard has been so close to you? Why he offered his jacket to you earlier? Fuck.

His mind spirals, as he fights off every negative thought swirling in his head. There's no way. There can't be. What if he really is too late? No, no. It can't be too late. If you really were with him, there would be signs and you'd be sitting next to him. Right? Maybe it was a one time thing? A mistake?

Bakugou feels like he needs to run away, or to fire himself into the sun. With the way he's burning up, it feels like he's already there.

He touches the locket box in his pocket and grounds himself, thinking of the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh and the way he feels so comforted in your arms.

He can't lose you, he won't. He won't.

The conversation had flowed around him without him noticing, and when he looks up, you're smiling at something Mina had just said. Your beautiful face glows in the warm light of the fire as you laugh, and god, every negative emotion drains from his body. He could stare at you all day, just like this, letting the world melt away until there was nothing else.

Bakugou feels something hit his hair, pulling him from his trance. Picking a small piece of popcorn from his hair, he looks up to see Kirishima wiggling his eyebrows at him. Of course. Leave it to shitty hair to ruin his moment, and where the fuck did he get popcorn?

Denki gets up for drink refills and you try to stop laughing long enough to speak, “Okay, okay, everyone else has gone. It's my turn.”

Mina turns to you with pleading eyes, “Please no, you have too much dirt on me. Don't do this to me.”

“It’ll be okay,” you say, giving her a fake look of concern, “I'll be gentle.”

“No you won't,” Mina replies with a huff.

“You're correct, I won't.” Mina learns towards Kirishima and he rubs her back as you prepare your final blow. “Never have I ever fucked in a library.”

“Damn,” someone from your group whistles from behind you, but you're too focused on the way Mina’s eyes narrow on you, like you just took the last cookie she had claimed as hers.

“Which library was it, Mina? Don't tell me it was the one on campus,” Tsu teases.

“Wait, we had a library?” Sero interrupts before Mina can answer.

You laugh at Sero as Mina pouts. “Why is this the thing we're getting hung up on! Not the airplane sex or the ocean sex, but the library sex!”

“This does explain why you both had to go to summer school every year!” Todoroki jokes.

Kirishima rolls his eyes as Mina grows more irate.

“Aww Mina, isn't this what you wanted?” “Wasn't this your idea?” “You love ‘never have I ever’, it's your favorite game!” Everyone's voices meld together until Mina can feel herself snap.

“Fine. Yes, I love this game so much.” He voice is filled with malice as she speaks, “Never have I ever fucked my ex.”

Immediately, the laughter stops.

Your eyebrows raise as you take in her words, the breath you were taking freezing in your throat as a small “oh” falls from your lips.

Mina’s face contorts in shock, “Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean—”

You stop her, “Please, just don't—”

Back from the bar and not wanting to interrupt, Denki tries to sit back down quietly, but when his foot catches on a piece of firewood in front of him, he is sent careening forward.

Bakugou watches in slow motion as Denki catches himself from falling into the fire pit at the cost of his drink. His drink that ends up spilling down the front of your shirt.

You feel so many things all at once. Heartbreak, shame, betrayal, but most of all the iciness of Kaminari’s drink clinging to your shirt and seeping into your heart.

You barely say anything as you get up from the firepit. A small muttered, “I'm going to change,” is all you give them before heading for the house.

You don't make eye contact with Bakugou as you walk past, but why would you, he thinks. He can feel your distress and anger, and he feels it too. He’s mad and angry looking over the now solemn group of friends.

He locks eyes with Kirishima, and Kiri nods his head towards the house, mouthing the word, “Go.”

Katsuki doesn't need to be told twice as he rises from his seat, quickly following the path you took into the house.

Katsuki takes a deep breath as he opens the door into Momo’s mansion. The night is almost over, and the box with your locket weighs heavy in his pocket as his mind fills with all the words he hasn't been able to say.

The house is dark but the party lights outside cast enough glow to fight off the darkest shadows. He closes the door behind him and clicks the lock. He knows Mina and the others will want to apologize but he has way too many things to get off his chest first.

He makes his way through the empty house and follows the sound of running water to the kitchen. Your figure is illuminated by the light above the sink and your back is to him as you curse at the stain on your shirt, but to him, you look ethereal. The golden light above you casts away the darkest shadows in his heart. The corners of his mouth threaten to twitch into a smile, but he fights the urge away. There's nothing to be happy about yet, but just being in the same room with you eases the hammering in his chest.

You hear his footsteps stop on the other side of the island; you'd know the sound of them anywhere. You used to get so excited hearing him walk towards you; they meant kisses and hugs and head pats, but right now it only brings an ache into your heart.

You turn your head slightly, just enough to make sure that it’s really him before leaning back over the sink. Who else would it be, of course it's him. His blonde hair and red eyes are such a familiar sight, but with the shadows of the house behind him, he's almost drowned in darkness.

You try to swallow the emotions building in your throat, keeping your voice as monotone as possible. You can't let him know how much your friends’ words and this stupid stain are affecting you. "What do you want, Katsuki?"

What does he want? That's too big of a question. For starters you, and a life with you, and a future with you. Followed by your laughter filling his ears every morning, and a kiss from you every night before bed.

But he can't tell you all that, he has other things to say to you first.

"I want to help." He wants to help you with every issue in your life because your problems are his problems.

Ignoring his words, you scrub even more viciously at your shirt, leaning further over the sink to try and rinse more surface area.

It's not working. If anything the stain is getting worse, the water combines with the sugary concoction Denki was drinking and turns your shirt into a sticky playground. This stain is just like everything else tonight, it's just like every word that was spoken, clinging to your body in a suffocating sarcophagus.

All of your emotions well up in your chest, forming into a giant, glowing, frustrating ball of rage. It's eating away at your heart; the events of the past few months replay in your head and each memory that you relive in this millisecond of time makes the core of your being rage with heat.

The unknown relationship boundaries, the back and forth, the trying and failing to keep secrets from your friends. It’s all the miscommunication, the sad nights alone, trying to better yourself and trying to protect your heart from breaking any further.

You want to scream and cry and break things. You want to be held and loved and have someone tell you that it’s okay. The warring emotions inside you make you scrub even more relentlessly at the stain.

You let out a frustrated growl that claws its way up your throat, and your lips curl in on themselves as tears form in your eyes. You don't dare look up from the sink, knowing that the second you aren't focused on this task, the emotions will take over.

Your hands slowly stop moving against the dark spot on your shirt and you feel the warmth of Bakugou next to you. His arm reaches around you to turn off the water and the warmth of him invades your senses. Your body begs to wrap itself around the familiar comfort that only he seems to provide but you don't give in.

Bakugou's mouth opens and closes a few times, trying so carefully to choose the right words to say to you. “Hey,” he starts, his hand hovering over the small of your back before he clenches his fist and lets it drop to his side, “How can I help? Do you—”

“Stop, Bakugou. I don't want to hear whatever you're going to say,” you say as you push yourself away from the sink and away from him. “Why don't you just go join everyone else outside and leave me alone?”

“Who the fuck says I want to be anywhere else?”

The tabloid images of Bakugou and Camie shopping at the jewelry store pop into your brain before you can stop them and you try to push away the insecurity that comes with them.

You wrap your arms around yourself; there are too many emotions swirling in you, a back and forth you don't want to deal with anymore. You want to leave, to go home to your bed and hide under the covers for all eternity. Maybe this time you can actually succeed and forget about Bakugou Katsuki. But before you can leave, you really need to change your shirt.

You didn't bring any more clothes with you, but luckily you know Momo has enough spare clothes to supply an entire army in the spare bedroom closet upstairs.

“Go enjoy the rest of the evening,” you say, turning away from the kitchen and for once the resolve in your voice doesn't waver. You make your way towards the staircase, leaving Bakugou alone.

It takes him a second to register what just happened. The way your emotions just shifted and the icy tone you used felt like a final goodbye. A dagger pierces through his chest wall, stabbing his beating heart and, if he was any less stubborn, maybe that would stop him. Maybe it would be enough for him to give up on you. But you're both still alive and breathing, and he's going to fight for you until the very end.

He pulls the metaphorical knife from his chest and with a small shake of his head he rushes after you up the stairs to find you looking through the closet in one of the spare rooms.

“Woman, will you stop running from me?”

You turn to look at him and wipe your face quickly before turning back to the closet. “I told you to go back outside, go have fun.”

“And when have I ever been one to listen?”

“Bakugou—” his heart clenches when you say his family name so frostily, “—just leave me alone, okay? You have other people that care about you. I’m sure Camie wouldn't be very happy about—”

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“It's not important, just leave me alone, please.”

“You think I’m with her? Is that what this is about?” He watches you grab one of the spare hoodies in the closet a few sizes too big and pull it over your head, his brows furrowing. “Why are you grabbing a hoodie?”

Your jaw ticks to the side and you shake your head in disbelief. “Because I'm cold, Katsuki, what else am I supposed to do?”

“You could have asked for mine.”

You blink a few times, trying to process what he said before narrowing your eyes at him. “No, I couldn't, for a million reasons. But firstly because it’s not mine to take— ”

“What if I want it to be?”

His words hit you like a freight train and it's suddenly hard to breathe. You take a few steps to the four-poster bed and use one of the wooden posts to help hold yourself up. “What did you just say?”

Katsuki closes his eyes and lets his head hang low, taking a deep breath before looking up at you through his lashes. “What if I want it to be yours?” His voice is so soft you almost missed what he said.

You take a shaky breath, as suddenly your world is tilting on its axis. The emotions start to well up behind your eyes, but you can't take your eyes off Katsuki. He walks closer to you, stepping into the warm light emitting from the closet. The shadows fade from his features, his eyes sparkling like rubies in candlelight.

“I want it to be yours,” he says. “I want everything of mine to be yours.”

You clench your fists together and sit down on the bed. The two halves of your heart are warring inside: one begging to hear him out, to let him back into your life, longing to feel the warmth of his skin and be held in his arms, and the other made of solid ice, guarded and easily shattered, resting precariously on a ledge threatening to fall at the first sign of danger.

Your throat starts to close as you try to fight off the tears. "Katsuki, you're the one who pushed me away!” The anger tries to rise in your throat and your voice catches, before your lower lip starts to tremble. “You're the one who left. And now?! And now…” The words can't form in your head fast enough, what is this? What is his game? “You can’t keep playing with my heart like this."

“I'm not—” he closes the space between you, kneeling on the ground at your feet “—please listen to me. I was with Camie the day the tabloids saw us because she knows her shit about jewelry. She was helping me with this!”

Through your watery eyes you see him pull out a small box from his pocket and hold it out for you.

You reach out hesitantly, your fingers barely ghosting across his skin before you take it from him. Slowly opening the box, you see a rose gold locket nestled against dark velvet. There's a sun engraved on one side and when you flip it over the words, ‘You are my destiny,’ are inscribed on the back.

You blink away tears and pull the locket from its box, carefully opening it. Two tiny photos are inside, nestled against the metal.

The first you would recognize anywhere; it was your first date with Katsuki. You are laughing in the photo while Katsuki looks entirely love struck. You aren't holding the bear that he won you that day, so it must have been before that but you were so in love with him back then, back before life got complicated.

The second photo is one that Katsuki actually insisted on taking. It was a sunny winter morning and you had somehow convinced Katsuki to have a lazy day, the two of you spent the whole day cuddling in the warm blankets. You're pretty sure that you binged your favorite movies from your childhood, but neither of you paid much attention to what was playing, too invested in each other and how Katsuki was being extremely soft with you. His gentle touches almost lulled you to sleep as you laid against his chest. His voice was so calm when he brought up taking some photos, it was almost like he was body swapped with another version of himself, but you agreed and he hoarded them on his phone. He claimed, “This is some soft shit, I can't let it get out.” but you know it was really because that side of him is only reserved for you.

Katsuki pulls the chain at his neck from his shirt, revealing his matching locket. It has a moon instead of a sun, and when he turns it to the back, you can see the engraving, ‘Always and forever’. He opens it to reveal the matching photos inside.

“I fucked up, I know I did—” Katsuki places a gentle hand on your knee as his eyes start to fill with tears, “—and I can never take that back, but I want to prove to you that I can do better, that I am better. You're the only person I've ever loved, the only person that I will ever love.”

You bite your lip to stop it from wobbling. “What are you saying Kats—”

“You’re always on my mind. Every second of every day. I can't stop seeing you everywhere, hearing your laugh, looking for you in the crowd trying to catch any small glimpse of you. It’s driving me crazy that I can’t call you and tell you about the dumb thing that happened during patrol, or listen to you complain about your problems.”

“Every time—” he takes a deep shaky breath, steadying his voice before he speaks again “—every time I saw you I wanted to tell you. Every time you went back with me to my apartment, god I fucking wanted to.”

Tears spill from his eyes but he refuses to look away from you, even when his voice is so small. “But then you'd kiss me and it felt like coming home. I could pretend that nothing had changed between us because it just felt so goddamn good to have you in my arms again.”

“Katsuki—” you wipe away his tears with your thumb and he leans into your touch.

His hand holds yours in place against his face, but he has more to say. “Please, let me finish.”

You nod, clutching the locket tightly in your hand.

“I feel like I don't have the right to love you, but I never stopped.” His choked voice gets louder as he pleads with you, “Tell me you don't love me and I'll never bring it up again. Tell me you don't miss me so I can stop thinking about what you're doing, who you're with. Tell me so I can force my heart to let you go."

His eyes search yours, and your breath hitches in your throat. You’d be kidding yourself if you said that you didn't love him. He split open his own heart with a knife and poured it out to you, and you feel the ice encasing your heart shatter.

You shake your head, “I can’t.”

The agony on Katsukis face washes away, his mouth parts and turns into a small smile, “You can't?”

You try to suppress your own smile, “I can't... because I'm still in love with you too.”

Katsuki takes a deep breath and, for the first time in months, he feels like he's not suffocating, his head falling back in disbelief as a genuine smile flashes across his face. “Really?”

“Yes, but—”

Before you have time to finish your sentence, Katsuki places a hand along the side of your neck and pulls you into a soft kiss. His lips brush against yours, taking your breath away.

He pulls away from you just enough that his lips touch yours as he speaks. “But nothing; whatever it is we can deal with it.”

Before you have time to respond, Katsuki leans in to kiss you again. He’s still kneeling on the ground but he slips between your knees, encasing you in him.

Your heart feels like it's glowing in your chest, the warmth of your bodies melding together as he angles his head to kiss you deeper has butterflies erupting in your stomach.

You push away your own urges and place your hands on his firm chest and ease him away from you, “You had your turn to talk, let me have mine.”

A small pout forms on his lips, but he nods as his hand finds yours, interlocking your fingers on the bed. He looks like a small puppy that just got scolded, and you know you're about to make it worse.

“Katsuki, these last six months without you have been the hardest in my life. You left me to pick up the pieces after you walked out. And you walked out so easily, like… fuck Katsuki, it was almost Christmas.”

“I know and that wasn't fair of me, I shouldn't have left. I’m sor—”

“I don't need any more apologies, okay?” you reply, caressing his cheek. “Just listen to me. I have grown and learned so much. I got my own place. I learned to live on my own for the first time in my life. But I was still shitty to you; I didn’t hear you out when I should have and I pushed you away in order to spare my own feelings because I assumed I knew how you felt. I'm sorry.”

He cups your jaw with his hand and shakes his head in response, “No, don't apologize for that. That was my fault too, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You can see the tears well in his eyes again, and you cover his hands with your own “I need you to know that it can't go back to the way it was before,” you whisper as you wipe away his tears. “You're going to have to win me back. Take me out on dates, be a gentleman, woo me properly… It won't be as easy this time either.”

His eyes crinkle at the corners, “I can do that.” Teary eyes search your own as his thumbs swipe across the tear tracks on your face, until a realization hits him. “Does that mean that I shouldn’t kiss you anymore tonight?”

"Hmmm..." You pucker your lips and furrow your brows in faux concentration. You're all for making Katsuki sweat, but give in to pull him back to you when he moves to stand up. "I think that can wait until tomorrow because I'll need a kiss when you put your locket on me."

Katsuki pulls the chain from your fingertips, unclasping the lock and placing the locket delicately around your neck. He slowly closes the ends together before placing a chaste kiss at the base of your neck. Katsuki stares at the locket resting in the hollow of your throat, “I knew it’d look amazing on you.”

His smile warms your heart and you pull him towards you, guiding his lips to yours eagerly. Your lips move together slowly and deliberately, and with each drag of them you're reminded of what this means.

It means he's yours again, and you're his.

Your heart blooms in your chest, making you dizzy with need. Your hands thread into his hair to keep him close, needing every ounce of yourself to be entangled with him. Katsuki senses your urgency, wrapping his arms around you tightly and digging his fingers in your flesh. His own need drives him to hold on to you so tightly that you couldn’t pull away from him even if you wanted to.

Being in his arms feels like coming home for the first time after years away. His lips are the warm sun after a frigid winter storm and you're basking in it as if you’d never see the light again, warming your soul from the deepest parts of your heart to the tips of your fingers.

He catches your bottom lip between his teeth and you gasp, tugging his hair in response. Katsuki groans into the kiss and your eyes flutter as his tongue rolls along yours.

"Katsuki,” you gasp, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you closer to him and to the edge of the bed.

He kisses you hard again before he rests his head in the crook of your neck. Katsuki can't seem to get his body under control. He feels so hot, from the tips of his ears to the burning deep in his gut, and you moaning his name almost made him cum untouched. He’s addicted to your voice, and he needs to hear it again.

His lips ghost along the column of your neck, savoring the way your skin feels against his lips. "Say it again," he mutters.

“Katsuki,” you moan again, savoring the groan that you feel vibrating through his chest.

He leaves an open mouth kiss on your neck before commanding, “Again.”

You angle your neck to give him more access and moan his name over and over, each utterance earns you another kiss.

You can't help but give in to your body's pleas for more. How can you refuse when Katsuki easily turns your insides to lava. The flames and heat consume you, making your head spin. His tongue on your neck, tracing circles over your pulse point drives you wild. You can't stand it anymore.

“Hey,” Your voice is like honey as Katsuki hums into your skin in response but he doesn't pull away from your neck. You poke at his shoulder to get his attention, “Hey, go lock the door.”

He pulls away from you, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows, before it dawns on him. Oh, fuck. He scrambles off the floor and you can't help but giggle, readjusting yourself on the bed so that you are kneeling. You watch him make sure the door is secured shut and click the lock in place.

Katsuki comes back to the side of the bed but your voice stops him, “Wait, Katsuki.”

His mouth opens to respond, but his words are lost as your hands ghost down your body, grabbing the hem of the sweatshirt and pulling it off slowly. You toss it to the side and make eye contact with him as you pull off the stained shirt too.

If Katsuki was having a hard time controlling himself before, he doesn't know what to call this. His eyes trail over your body, and his cock throbs in his pants at the sight of you before him.

You reach your hands behind your back and ever so slowly undo the clasp to your bra. Dragging the straps of it down your arms so, so, so slowly. Katsukis fingers twitch as you reveal yourself to him.

His eyes are transfixed on your body, and his hungry glare has your thighs clenching together, but his body is so still. Even his breathing is slowed as you watch his chest rise and fall.

“Are you going to touch me, or just stare all day, Katsuki?”

He throws off his shirt quickly and the glint of his locket falling against his skin catches your eye before he crawls up the bed to you. He matches your kneeling position and his hands slide up the curves of your body.

His eyes feast upon your skin as his breathing starts to get heavier. His gaze leaves goosebumps in its wake, from your navel to your breasts to your neck, until he finally looks into your eyes. “Fuck, you're so beautiful. I can’t believe I ever let you go.”

Your hands reach up and cup your boobs, presenting them to him. “Make it up to me then,” you pout.

His gaze turns devilish as he palms your tits. His thumbs flick across your nipples and you gasp. “I will, princess,” he replies, lowering his head to your chest, nuzzling against your skin.

Your head falls back when he licks your nipple. His greedy mouth quickly moves from licking to sucking and you don’t hold back your moans. He lets his teeth ghost across your sensitive bud, shooting lightning through your body, and heading straight to your core.

He pulls off one nipple to give the other the same attention, sucking and lapping enough for you to feel wetness start to pool in your underwear. Your hands thread into his hair, holding him close as moans flow endlessly from your mouth.

He kisses your bosom, until his gaze meets yours. His pupils are blown wide as he looks at you through half-lidded eyes. His voice is lower as he speaks, and it rumbles through his chest, “I want you so bad right now, you have no idea how hard I'm trying to hold back.”

You run a finger up his toned chest, “Then stop holding back.”

A growl leaves his throat as he pushes you back on the bed and climbs over you. His knee slots between your legs and he pushes it up to rub against your clothed cunt.

His mouth is on yours again, his tongue flicking along yours while he angles your chin, deepening the kiss.

You grind onto his leg, and the seam of your pants creates a delicious friction against your clit. Your hips move on their own against him as you chase the pleasure.

His body shifts and you can feel his thick cock pressing into your hip. Your hand wanders down his body to palm at him over his shorts, smiling as you feel him twitch under your palm when you rub him through the material.

He groans into your mouth, and your bodies grind together with a slow needy pace, savoring the way the air feels electric around you.

The chain around your neck shifts on your collarbone, your new locket sliding against your skin until the metal rests over your heart. It’s fitting that it should land there as the last remaining piece of ice starts to melt in your chest. Katsukis own locket drags across your skin with each grind of his body.

The locket symbolizes so much more than just his atonement. It's every word he's never been able to say, every promise he's made to you, and it's the symbol of his devotion to you. It’s resounding evidence that he is yours and you are his. But you can't help the nagging thought in the back of your head.

A question that shouldn't matter. But you can't help but think about it. Why now? I don't care.

But somewhere deep down inside you, you do care.

What if he was with someone else? He loves you, but he could have been with someone else, someone better. Six months is a long time; he could have taken a lover, nothing wrong with a one night stand, right? Or is that only acceptable when it's you?

You squeeze your eyes shut tight, trying to push the nagging voice away and focus on Katsuki. He's here in front of you now, the rest doesn't matter. It doesn't.

But you can't fool him so easily. He pushes himself off you slightly and eyes you suspiciously.

“Where’d you go?” You try to look away from him, but his hand holding yours squeezes and you know he's not going to let this go. “What is it? You have to talk to me, princess.”

“It’s stupid,” you respond and you wish that your tits weren’t out for this conversation.

Katsuki blows at a piece of hair that hangs in his face, “I love stupid, tell me.”

You drag your hand away from its position on his dick, and let your arm hang over your face, hiding your eyes into the crook of your elbow. “It's just… have you been with anyone else?”

His response is instant. “Never. ‘M only yours.” You peak at him from under your arm, and you're greeted with a smug grin. “It’s cute you’re worried.”

You pout and cover your face again, “Don't be mean, Katsu.”

“Lemme see your face,” he says, peeling your arm free and holding it above your head. “No one in the world can ever compare to you. Why would I ever think about anyone else when I’ve always been in love with the perfect woman?”

“I don't know, sometimes you can be stupid.”

He lets out an exaggerated huff of air, “Yeah, well what about you? Did you sleep with anyone else?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“Good, because I might have murdered them.”

You hit his chest in jest, “Katsuki, don't say that!”

“Why? It's true,” he says, nuzzling against your ear before biting it. “Anyone who sees you like this, sees what's mine, would have to go.”

You shake your head and his fingertips curl in the waistband of your pants and underwear, tugging them down your legs while he moves lower on the bed. His breath fans your skin as he travels down your body until he pulls the fabric off of you.

His hands rub up and down your thighs and he takes in the sight of your body fully exposed to him. His body reacts to every inch of your beautiful skin, his cock throbbing against the confines of his jeans and his mouth watering for a taste of you.

He spreads your thighs, watching you take a deep inhale of breath as his thumb dips between your folds, applying pressure to your clit..

Katsuki lowers his face to your cunt, licking up your slit and flicking his tongue against your clit. He groans at the taste, and feeling you thread your hands into his hair only encourages him.

He licks at your cunt like he’s starved, eagerly watching your eyes roll into the back of your skull as he feels a flame fire up in his chest. The need to please you is always greater than anything else, including his own pleasure.

He buries his tongue into your cunt, working you open slowly with the thick muscle. He flicks it inside you, and your finger nails dig into his scalp. The pain mixes with your heady taste and Katsuki bucks his hips into the mattress, looking for any sort of friction against his own weeping cock.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growls before licking into you again and again. Your taste swirling on his tongue, and his mind fills with only thoughts of you as you moan out his name.

He can't believe he's here, that some part of you loved him even after everything he did. Here you are, letting him eat you out and wearing the locket that he picked out so carefully. He can see the metal glint as your chest rises and falls, knowing that the matching one is on his chest… fuck.

Bakugou tears himself away from your cunt so that he can take off his own pants. You watch him unbutton them, before pushing them down. As soon as they are off, you reach out your hand to him, pulling him back to your embrace.

His kiss consumes you. It's powerful and passionate and sloppy, and every second you feel more and more of the air in your lungs begin to burn. You can taste yourself on his tongue and your heartbeat quickens. Every second of his touch makes you crave more.

The weight of him on your chest, pressing you further into the mattress makes you groan. And when he grabs your ass with heated palms, you can feel the feral energy radiating from him. Yor kiss gets rougher and messier, teeth biting at his lips, nails digging into his shoulder, moaning into each other, getting lost in the tortured lust.

He wraps your legs around his waist, and you can feel the tip of his hard cock press against you, so close to your entrance. You try to adjust your hips so that he will press into you but he doesn't let you, digging his fingertips into your skin to still you.

He leans back from your kiss, searching your eyes before adjusting himself against you, and lining his tip up with your cunt.

He watches your face intensely as he pushes into you. Your eyes flutter from the stretch of him, and your breath stutters with each inch he pushes into you. His hands grip at your hips as he settles inside, his body is already begging for release from the way your velvety walls squeeze him.

Your voice is small as you beg him to move, and he can't deny you anything. He grinds into you, swirling his hips before he starts thrusting into you.

Katsuki wanted your first time back together to be soft or romantic, but he underestimated how much he missed this. He craves you, every breath from your lips is the life force that he needs, and now that you are giving it to him so freely, he's drowning in it.

His heart hammers in his chest as your cunt clenches around him. Every plunge of his cock into your cunt brings him closer and closer to his orgasm and he isn't sure how much longer he can last when you make him feel this good.

You let out a gasp when he hits your g-spot. “Right— right there. Fuck,” you moan, and he focuses on feeling the spongy spot against his cock.

He feels so connected to you, surely this is what it means when two hearts beat at the same time. Every facet of his being melds with yours as his thrust turns frantic. His mind fogs and he can barely concentrate on holding off his own orgasm and as his locket beats against his chest. It’s fucking up his rhythm, distracting him from what matters most.

Katsuki grabs the chain quickly, bringing it to his mouth and biting it. He can feel you clench around him as he does and it almost topples him.

His abs clench and his thrusts turn frantic. He's going to cum soon, and he's not going to be able to hold back.

“Be my good girl and cum for me.”

Your thighs clench around his waist, but he doesn't stop fucking into you. Your back arches and you throw your head back in pleasure, screaming his name as your orgasm washes over you. Your cunt pulsing around him, practically dragging his own orgasm from him.

“Fuck,” he gasps as his cock twitches inside you before he’s pumping his hot cum into you, painting your walls with him. His hips stutter, fucking it even deeper until both of you are twitching from overstimulation.

Both of you let your bodies relax as the cum seeps out around his dick growing soft inside of your fluttering cunt.

“Stay inside please,” you sleepily mumble.

“Why do you always want that,” he grumbles, resting his forehead against yours.

You lazily smile at him and wrap your arms around his neck, holding him in place, “Because it feels nice, and it's mine.”

“You're lucky you're cute,” Katsuki replies with a smile.

The two of you stay connected for a while before he finally pulls out and lays next to you. You stay resting comfortably on your back, your muscles too tired to try and readjust. Katsuki's on his side with his head resting against one of his biceps, cock shamelessly resting against his thigh. He looks lost in thought as his eyes are on you.

You let your head fall to the side so you can get a better look at him. “Katsuki, you're staring.”

He puckers his lips like a child that just got caught with their hand in the candy jar. “It's not my fault you look so beautiful.”

You hide a smile and roll over to mimic his position. “So what do we do now?”

He reaches a hand out and rubs his thumb over the apple of your cheek. “Whatever we want.”

“I do not want to go back outside, especially since we just fucked in Momo’s mansion.”

“Let's leave then.”

“Where should we go?”

“Wherever we want, as long as I'm with you.”

Bonus:

You giggle as you walk down the stairs holding Bakugou’s hand. You feel like you're in high school all over again sneaking around the dorms. Especially, since he insisted that you wear his shit and that he would simply go without one.

The two of you sneak through the dark house to your birthday table, you grab your purse and try to release Katsuki’s hand to pick up some of the presents on the table but he won't let go.

“Katsuki, you know you're going to have to let go of my hand eventually, right?”

“Nope,” he says, picking up some of the boxes and holding them carefully against his body. “Not allowed.”

You roll your eyes at him but help him stack presents on his already growing pile and lead him out of the front door towards your car.

You fish for your keys with difficulty as the gravel crunches under your feet. It’s hard doing things with one hand trapped by his but you can think of worse fates.

Bakugou’s voice from under the pile of presents makes you turn to face him, “I wonder when they will figure they are locked out.”

You tilt your head and give him a look, “You didn't.”

“I did, but there are other doors. They will manage,” he says with a shrug, almost dropping a small present from the top of the pile.

You secure the presents in their rightful spots before continuing on the path to your car, “If they don't we're going to have a bunch of angry friends on our hands.”

You load your car up and close the trunk, looking around for Bakugou’s car but not seeing it anywhere.

When you look back at him, he shrugs. “I drove Ei’s car here so he could leave whenever.”

You pull him closer to you, “So, you're going to come home with me.”

He raises his eyebrows, “Is that a question or are you commanding me?”

You let go of his hand and wrap your arms around his neck, “I’m commanding you.”

“I like the sound of that,” he replies, pushing your back against the car and gripping your hips.

He closes the distance between you, catching your bottom lip between his teeth and smiling before kissing you. Your heart can’t beat any faster in your chest as he moves his lips against yours.

You recall six months ago when you drunkenly told the man in front of you that you didn't want to be in love anymore, and you wish that you could go back in time to tell that version of yourself that maybe, just maybe, things will work out between the two of you.

a/n: this is the end of the breakup/makeup part of this series! I hope you enjoyed it! Did you feel like you just read 16.5k?

I will be posting more fics that fall within this relationship, like a proposal, and how they started dating, and other drama that happens in life! I hope you enjoyed this part of the series and I look forward to seeing where the story takes us from here. Updates will be sporadic as I get inspired to write them.

Thank you for reading! And I'd love to know your thoughts!

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[chaerybombs]

sickly - dahyun x j - line

"even since before their rest, twice had been planning something fun to do, no cameras involved. a fun day out where they don't have to pretend or conceal anything, and just relax."

word count ─ 1.3k

tags ─ little!dahyun, cg!j-line, sickfic (sorta?)

notes ─ first rq done! i hope u like this, im not a big fan of how it came out personally :( also, im very glad u enjoyed my last work!!

( carrd )

even since before their rest, twice had been planning something fun to do, no cameras involved. a fun day out where they don't have to pretend or conceal anything, and just relax. their idea was to go on a picnic, all of them bringing seperate things for them to share. the whole group was very exctied for the event, discussing what they'd bring weeks in advance.

initially, dahyun was very excited. but once the day was coming up, she was feeling a bit off, she assumed she was coming down with something. the others were very disappointed chances are she couldn't attend, but they understood.

the night before their day out, momo came into the school meal club's dorm room to see dahyun sitting in her bed on her phone, keeping a box of tissues handy next to her. "still feeling sick, huh?" she asked the younger. eliciting a nod. "i'm so sad you can't go with us, i know you were really excited." she said with a small frown. "it's fine, really, you guys will have a great time even without me." dahyun reassures. momo nodded before walking off to the doorway. "goodnight dubu, sleep well." she said, making her way to her own room. 

the next morning, dahyun felt somehow worse. her stomach was churning, her throat was burning, her nostrils were almost completely blocked, and she felt an oncoming headache. she groaned, when would this sickness subside? she had felt like she'd been suffering for weeks, when it's only been a few days. as she laid there, contemplating on whether or not she wanted to get up for breakfast. meanwhile, tzuyu had gotten up and over to her bed to check up on her. 

dahyun flinched, startled by the other. "you feeling alright?" tzuyu asked, worry in her eyes. "i feel horrible." dahyun complained, screwing her eyes shut. "aw, that's so lame, i really wanted you to be able to go." the youngest of the group whined, pouting. "tzu you know what'd be really nice?" the other cocked her head to the side in response. "if you went and made breakfast for me!" she said, putting her hands together and making puppy dog eyes.

however, tzuyu wasn't so easily fooled. "i know well you can do it yourself. if jihyo was able to go around and do all her chores in the dorm while sick you can go make yourself some eggs or something." she said, crossing her arms. "but jihyo's different." dahyun said, pouting even more dramatically. tzuyu rolled her eyes and walked out. dahyun was sure she had no intention of getting her breakfast, and she flopped backwards groaning as loud as her sore throat would let her. 

soon, though, tzuyu came back with scrambled eggs on a plate. "you are lucky i'm in a good mood, dahyun." she said, smirking slightly. "thanks, tzu, i owe you." dahyun smiled, picking up her fork. tzuyu nods and walks out and into the kitchen where the other members reside.

eventually, noon comes and the others are getting ready to leave for their picnic. dahyun was still upset she wasn't able to show up, insisting she was fine enough to go, but sana wouldn't let a peep come out of her the moment they checked her high temperature. "you're staying back and that's final missy." sana said, wagging her finger at the younger. at one point, mina offered to stay back at the chance dahyun gets lonely or even regresses, she'd feel horrible if she were all sick and little, but dahyun declined her offer. "i don't wanna be the reason you miss out, i'll be fine." she assures, not fully sure if she trusted what she was saying. she regressed frequently and couldn't resist the urge very well, so chances are they'd come home to a little.

nobody was quite convinced, but there was no arguing with her, she didn't wanna make anyone say. once they were all ready, she shooed the group out of the door, wishing them a fun time. the moment they were out, she plopped on the couch, letting out a loud, dramatic cough as she did so. the idea of regressing sounded absolutely heavenly in her mind, but she had JUST promised the others she would be fine and didn't need to.. but technically it's not like it was guarenteed she'd regress SUPER little, maybe just kidspace, around 5-7,  a space she didn't go into often. she was typically in babyspace or toddlerspace, loving to be babied. the moment she put on one of her favorite cartoons and sat cross legged in front of the tv, she betrayed her promise to herself and slipped right down to around 3. 

lucky for her and the other members, she wasn't the mischevious type, preferring to keep it on the chill side and color and nap most days. at that point, all she wanted to do was sleep, feeling her eyelids droop. after an episode of her show, she turned off the tv, waddled to her bedroom, and crawled under the blankets. the warmth of the fluffy blanket gifted to her by jeongyeon consumed her, lulling her to sleep quickly.

after about an hour, the twice members were all done chatting and eating the snacks they brought, and five of said members wanted go go shopping, and then the other three, those being the j-line, wanted to go back to the dorm to check up on their dubu. the others understood and on their way to the mall dropped the three off before going off on their shopping spree. 

dahyun stirred awake, hearing the sound of keys jingling and familiar voices rambling on. she rubbed her tired eyes with her clenched fists before getting up. she felt a bit better, headache nowhere to be seen. 

she sat in confusion on who just interuptted her very important dream, tearing up a bit but automatically feeling better when she saw her beloved sana peeking in. she reached out, smiling ear to ear, waiting to be embraced by her caregiver. sana gladly gave her the hug, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "how are you feeling, dubu?" sana asked, tilting her head in question. "oo.. kay!" dragging out the "o" sound. momo suddenly appeared from sana's side, startling dahyun. "omo!" she yelped. "have you eaten since breakfast? i bet you're hungry, babes." momo said, lightly pinching the cheek dahyun just got her kiss from sana on. the little shook her head, not having much of an appetite. "ti'ed." dahyun said, flopping backwards. mina was the next and last to scare the daylights out of the poor thing, popping up from thin air. "you sure?" dahyun screamed again before pouting, tired of the others' playing around. she nodded before wiggling around, wanting the empty space around her to be occupied by the others. momo crawled into the bed, positioning dahyun where her back would be to her chest, sitting between momo's legs.

dahyun felt arms tightly wrapped around her waist, giggling happily. sana and mina took the places at her sides, looking at her happily. "do you want any more medicine baby?" mina asked, pushing her own loose hairs behind her ear. dahyun shook her head once more, she just wanted to sleep right then and there, nothing more. as she was deep in thought about whatever it was running through the littles head, sana popped her pink pacifier in her mouth, eliciting a hum of satisfaction from the little. from behind the pacifier, dahyun mumbled, "s'ory?" she always loved getting read to before napping, no matter how many times shes heard it. "of course, angel." momo cooed before reaching over to the nightstand to pick up a book they'd been reading a few days earlier. as she read, dahyun felt her eyelids become heavier and heavier, snuggling impossibly closer to the girl behind her. "sweet dreams, baby." sana smiled, pressing a kiss onto the tip of dahyun's nose.

after their shopping spree, twice finally made it back to the dorms, first instinct being to see how dahyun was feeling, making their way to the bedroom. as they peeked their heads in one by one, they all felt their hearts melt seeing the four girls piled on the bed asleep. lots of photos were taken, photos that'd be used against them later, for sure.

[shotorozu]

doing your makeup

character(s) : multiple characters (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] gender neutral reader (reader likes makeup), quirk’s not mentioned. bold = this character can also apply to this situation

headcanon type : fluff, crack-ish (x reader)

note(s) : quite similar to the eyeliner post i made a while back— but reversed, and they do a full face of makeup on you, and not just eyeliner. there’s not that much nuances

(reader owns a blush that suits their skin type, i have done research🧎‍♂️ but if it REALLY doesn’t apply to you, then don’t worry! i’m not very descriptive)

also there’s no proofread in this bc this is long as hell and im tired 🗿 will edit later

asking them about said task 。

replies with a simple “okay” looks unphased, is actually the very opposite. they are either glad that they’re given the opportunity, or— they’re nervous. they’re still glad, don’t get it twisted— but more so on the nervous side.

—♡ shouto, denki, fumikage, sero, tamaki, kyouka

replies with a simple “okay” looks unphased, because they really are. putting makeup on you doesn’t sound difficult, or intimidating. compared to other things they needed to do before (like.. fighting for their lives, to name an instance.)

—♡ shouta (when he finally says yes), dabi, hitoshi, hawks, tsuyu

is delighted, enthusiastic. somewhat has knowledge of makeup, and you won’t ask why— assures you that you could count on them, and that they will not let you down. (this doesn’t mean that they’re not nervous though)

—♡ izuku, eijirou, mirio, hawks, mina, momo, ochako

says no, at first— was planning on saying yes to begin with, since they do trust their own skills, and it makes you happy. just wanted to see how you’d convince them. it was quite entertaining, almost funny— but they did given in.

—♡ katsuki, shouta, neito

little individual hcs about this (before we get started fr)

—♡ shouto and katsuki definitely warms up liquid/cream products with their quirks before application (shouto heard it from somewhere that doing that was good, and katsuki heard that from you specifically— so why not?”)

—♡ but you had to yank your precious products from katsuki— because he, at some point, almost blew up your liquid blush 💀

—♡ shouta almost forgot about the entire makeup thing at some point. almost fell asleep— but remembered the task he was given, and immediately went to work.

—♡ tamaki was oddly compliant when he gets over his nervousness, because he helped around with nejire’s makeup during that entire beauty pageant thing (from season 4)

—♡ katsuki, neito, hawks, dabi, hitoshi

—♡ shouto, kyouka, sero, tamaki, shouta, hitoshi (when he actually starts rubbing the product into your face), fumikage, tsuyu

—♡ shouto, kyouka, sero, tamaki, shouta, hitoshi (when he actually starts rubbing the product into your face), fumikage, tsuyu

doesn’t care where they put it— just does it, harshness may or may not be there 💀 laughs when you look at him like 😐 “really?” when the product finally absorbs on your skin, he kisses your cheek to make up for the brashness <3

—♡ denki, mirio, neito, hawks, dabi (but he pinches your cheek instead 💀), mina

talks about the product. says how nice it feels on their hands, and how your skin will be all ready after this step. knows at least a bit of your skin type, and comments on how the primer seems to be getting along with your skin.

—♡ izuku, sero, mirio, eijirou, mina, momo, ochako

complexion stuff 。

drops the applicator (example: beauty blender, brush) and almost uses it on your skin. you stop them just in time. now, whenever you squirm or dare to move even an inch, they threaten you with the use of the dirty item 😎 (don’t worry, they actually apply product with something clean. ex: a spare brush/beauty blender)

—♡ katsuki, dabi, neito, mina

uses a brush, and feels like an artist. your skin is their canvas, your fate is in their hands. probably doesn’t blend enough, and has to use their fingers (or a beauty blender, if you think the use of fingers is just icky 😟) only to make sure it’s all blended.

—♡ denki, dabi, mirio, hawks, ochako, mina, momo, dark shadow (when fumikage’s preparing for the next step 💀)

uses a beauty blender because those things interest them. has seen them everywhere and doesn’t know why— but it makes more sense now. smiles the entire time he (lowkey) beats your face up with a sponge.

—♡ shouto, sero, hitoshi, eijirou, tsuyu, kyouka

who wets the sponge for foundation:: eijirou, shouto, tsuyu, kyouka

who leaves it dry, and says “oh well, there’s no backing out”:: hitoshi, sero

fingers because they heard those blend in product better than any type of blending tool. makes sure to wash their hands, and smooths out the product with gentle, circular motions. isn’t afraid of getting their hands dirty— in fact, they won’t care, as long as they could touch your face.

—♡ izuku, tamaki (but pls don’t comment on it), shouto, katsuki, mirio, mina (the beauty blender slips out of their hands, and they switch to hands)

eyeshadow 。

does something neutral or earthy (browns, basically.) like.. your natural shadow or something similar. sticks with that because they’re either afraid of making you look like a children’s coloring book gone wrong— or they just like neutrals/earthy tones the best on you

—♡ tamaki, izuku, momo

when you show him your eyeshadow palette, he immediately goes for the darkest/boldest shade— and goes to town on your eyelid (results may vary.) they ends up using their fingers for blending because the brush kept making the color darker (well— maybe it’s because there’s product on it 💀) has to bite back a smile when all you do is look at him in admiration.

—♡ fumikage + dark shadow, dabi, hitoshi, kyouka

adds color to it. they pick whatever suits your skintone the most. actually knows what buildup is— and adds more color and saturation to your eyelids slowly. you’re impressed so far. it could either turn out really good because they know when to stop— or the complete opposite

—♡ eijirou, sero, shouta, hawks, ochako, mirio

does neutral/earthy tones with a pop of color. adds color to the corners of your eyelids (like that one kylie jenner makeup look 💀) likes how it looks— says they could now probably see the makeup from a mile away 😃

—♡ shouto, katsuki, neito, mina, tsuyu, izuku (who changed his mind mid-way)

eyeliner 。

does it in one swipe. you are impressed that it’s all that it took— then again, it’s probably because they wear eyeliner on a regular. it just needs a little more retouches, and you’re good to go.

—♡ fumikage, katsuki, hawks, kyouka, mina, hitoshi

has steady hands— you wonder if they’ve ever considered becoming a surgeon because of this. is extremely focused. tells YOU not to move, or they’ll just cry (or scream, in katsuki’s case) a little bit (due to frustration. and they mean internally screaming)

—♡ shouto, katsuki, tamaki, shouta, sero, momo, tsuyu, hitoshi

completely messes up, but we can all blame their shaky hands. apologizes over and over again— says it’s because they’re nervous about poking you (but they’re also excited that they could see you up close)

—♡ izuku, ochako, denki, eijirou, mirio

makes you look like a raccoon 💀 laughs when you nearly shriek at your own reflection. hugs you and whispers that you’re still very pretty as an apology. you accept, only because they said you still look nice (but you’re unsure if they’re bullshitting you or nah)

—♡ neito, dabi, mirio (but this sly ass bitch pretends it looks good like “oh well look at that, i think i did a pretty good job 🤩☝️‼️” also you : 🐼)

lash curler + mascara 。

is TERRIFIED. literally throws themselves across the room when you show them the device (even though they’re not using it this time around 💀) is literally so scared of cutting off your precious lashes, that you end up curling them yourself. does the mascara part just fine though.

—♡ izuku, tamaki, fumikage, denki, neito, kyouka, ochako, hitoshi

uses heat to curl your lashes, it’s very convenient. is oddly very pumped about doing your mascara, but just ends up doing 2 coats only.

—♡ shouto, katsuki (laughs when he (somewhat gently) holds onto your lashes for 3 seconds, and sees that you’re just 👁👄👁) momo (because she literally whips out a heated stick for this. you don’t panic because she assures you that it’s not SUPER DUPER heated)

surprisingly, knows how to use this.. torture device. is very careful about it, because they could accidentally pinch your eyelid (and it looks like it hurts). does mascara quite well, because again— poking your lover’s eyeballs out is a no-no💀😟☝️

—♡ eijirou, hawks, sero, hitoshi (when he gets over the fact that it looks like a torture device), shouta, mirio, dabi,(surprisingly. because he doesn’t want karma to bite his ass), tsuyu, momo (waits for 15 seconds. does this bc she wants your lashes to be curled to the fullest)

lash extensions 。

doesn’t see why you need them when they’ve put mascara on you. thinks you look spectacular as is, but once they’ve put the lashes on you— they like how it looks. thinks it puts the look together. putting on the false lashes was definitely heart fluttering.

—♡ shouta, dabi, sero, mirio, fumikage, kyouka, tsuyu, hitoshi

stares at them like 😀❓❓ “that looks like a caterpillar, are you sure?” attaches it to your lashline a little loosely than what’s standard, but ends up PINCHING them together with their fingers (apologizes afterwards 💀)

—♡ katsuki (if you MIRACULOUSLY managed to get him to put fake lashes on you), eijirou, izuku, hawks, mirio, denki, dabi (minus the apology part, just smiles and pats your cheek)

skips the lash step all together. thinks it is not needed and will not be convinced that it is— plus, they’re actually looking forward to the lipstick part more, and they just casually ignore you (you’ll be there like hello?? you forgot the lashes! and they’re like “what was that 🧐❓ anyways, it is time for the lips 🤩☝️‼️”)

—♡ shouto, katsuki

lipstick 。

uses one of those small lip brushes, like a makeup artist. puts some product at the back of their hand, and applies it to your lips with the brush. creates a nice gradient in the process. forgets to wash the back of their hand, which leads to people asking them about the mysterious blotch of color at the back of their hand. “it’s lipstick.” is all they say (with a smile that’d be lowkey kind of sus.)

—♡ shouta, fumikage, tsuyu, momo (who wanted to get it off with a makeup remover, but went nvm. this is a flex for her 😎), denki (has always wanted to put on lipstick on you with a brush— only does the top lip successfully)

uses the applicator directly on your lips. you’re not really mad about that, considering that it is YOUR makeup (you’d probably never allow them to do that with a tester, or somebody else’s stuff though) holds it in a very particular way, you have to gather all the mental courage to just NOT laugh, or you’ll make them mess up 💀

—♡ izuku, eijirou, mirio, hawks, sero, mina, ochako, neito, hitoshi (he gives up midway because you looked like you were about to burst into tears of laughter at any moment 😭)

uses their fingers. this was either an artistic choice on their behalf or— they just got lazy with their first method of application. smears it carelessly, or alternatively— taps your lips gently with product coated on their finger(s). likes touching your lips anyway, so this isn’t an issue for them. (anyway, they’ll have a tinted pointer finger by the end of it. but hey! they touched your lips 🤩)

—♡ katsuki, hitoshi, shouto, dabi, hawks (this hoe probably broke your lip product, thats why he’s using his fingers now 😐), kyouka, mina (gave up mid-way)

overall 。

absolute perfection. you’d totally walk out of the room completely satisfied. you could take pictures, and even go to a party like this. they did so good! and you should definitely get them to do your makeup more. they should— and probably are— very proud of themselves.

—♡ momo, fumikage, tsuyu, hitoshi, katsuki (because the way he puts on eyeliner is SO good) shouta, (but let’s see if you could even convince him to even do your makeup again 💀)

a dumpster fire. what even happened here 😭 did they do the blindfolded makeup challenge on you? you do not know— however, it does not look like something you should ever step outside with. it looks like a billion other things happened on your face. they could really try again, since practice is welcomed. but if this doesn’t discourage them 💀

—♡ neito, denki, dabi (he is NOT guilty about it 😭), hawks (only the eyeliner and eyebrows looks good. the rest is.. not so great), eijirou (he’s too sweet. you couldn’t immediately tell him about the things he did incorrectly), neito (again, because you don’t know how he messed up this badly)

a 50/50– could use some work, and there could be some things they could’ve done differently— but it’s not absolute garbage. you could still walk outside, without having people on the streets gawk at you, like you’ve gone completely mad 💀 it’s a great first try though! you’re confident that the next attempt’s going to be spectacular

—♡ ochako, sero, izuku, mirio, kyouka (the eyeliner was so good though), shouto (you didn’t have the heart to tell him about the wrong things he did— YET)

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[noritoshiikamo]

game over

pairing: noritoshi kamo + fem!oc genre: angst tags//warning: established relationship, wild gojo appeared // blood, character death, emotion distress, mention of shibuya  note: the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. note that i put descriptions of the characters i write so it would be easier for me, you’re free to imagine the character the way you seem fits! okay listen imma be honest i dont like this part that much dhhdbdjksncjddiem and im sorry if it sucks bcs istg i cant compete to part 1 and 2 of it so IM SORRY tagging @unabashednightmarepizza @sassyeahhhh @dok-ja @sukirichi [bold means i cant tag u idky :( lemme know if wanna be tagged in the next part] read the first part | second part | third part | bonus

few years ago;

“you’re fucking ridiculous!”

“you’re injured, how the fuck is it me that’s being unreasonable?”

she contemplated stabbing him straight to his chest. “i’m fine, leave me alone,” she hissed, holding on to her arm as she tried to limp away. second year jujutsu student noritoshi kamo wondered how the hell one could be this stubborn. with blood caked up on the side of her face, lips busted and bruising in the corner, not to mention the broken arm and probably twisted ankle, he could not understand how one could be this reckless and stupid, it’s almost ridiculous.

but here she is standing in front of him.

“you could’ve let me handle it,” he said, coldly.

she never turned that fast in her life; her limping leg suddenly worked fine as she hauled her ass, throwing both fists to his chest. the force put was enough to threw him back a few steps, he caught her wrists holding her from falling down. “stop acting like i’m so fragile. i can exorcist the curse just fine. you make me hate you so much,” she spitted, pure rage etched on her face, “just because i’m a girl, because i’m your girl, i’m weak. please, i am as good as you are, kamo.”

their faces were so close, he could count the freckles spread on her nose and cheeks. he loves her eyes the very first time he caught glimpse of it; one is a dull brown while the other looks like it carries the secret of the bright blue sea. this time, the eyes he loves looked hopeless, lack of the burning spirit she carried with tears threatening to spill. letting go of a wrist, his trembling hand brushed the hair coated with the blood back, carefully not to hurt her. “i never said you are bad,” he clarified, fingers busy brushing the hair back. his sudden reaction surprised her, and her body betrayed her thoughts as she eased in his arms.

he tilted her chin, his head was panicking as he realised that his brain was no longer controlling his movement as he leaned down and kissed her.

she tasted like blood.

she winced, pain aching on the swollen part and he apologized so quietly as he deepened the kiss. “nori-” her voice croaked as she swallowed his moans. he hummed, satisfied by the kiss. their foreheads rest against each other, the tip of their noses touched as they struggled to catch breath.

“stop being stupid. let me help you okay?”

“okay.”

slipping his arm under hers, he helped her walk, leading them out of the abandoned building they managed to exorcist. nothing major, a couple of pestering level three and four curses that them both handled well but their supervisor missed to tell them about the hiding level two curse that took them by surprise. she had become the curse’s main target.

if she would’ve just listened to him and stay close. he sighed.

“ouch, ouch,” she cried, clutching on her left leg, forcing him to stop. impatient, he slipped his hand under her knees, lifting her up in his arms. she apologized profusely, embarrassed to be such a burden to him. he brushed it off immediately.

“did you call them? told them that we are done?”

she gasped, “wait, i thought they’ll wait for us.”

he huffed, “you’re not that important, y/n. give them a call, please. i want to go home.”

kicking the door open, the moonlight shone on them as he carried her down to the bottom stairs. settling her down on the steps, he sat beside her, letting a long sigh. he watched as she took the call, letting them know that she was slightly injured, and they need to go back asap. she was visibly tired, and he was the same too.

he couldn’t help but to sigh at the way the moonlight enveloped her. he had loved her from the very first moment he caught his eyes on her; she caught him staring, called him out publicly and ignored all his advances. it took him a lot to court her. she’s a gojo, she can have anything and everything with the sky is the limit.

but one thing money could never buy is affection.

it started with little stuffs; noritoshi waiting for her with her lunch readied every day. it annoyed her but momo (who was secretly rooting for him) forced her to just do it. “it’s just a lunch,” momo said sheepishly. noritoshi would have them paired all the time for the missions. she’d accepted it with open heart. noritoshi would also teach her how to weld a bow and shoot arrows. she promised that she would go out on date with him if he taught her.

by the end of their first year, they became inseparable.

the idea of being apart from her hurts him physically and mentally. she took a sharp breath when he laced his fingers between her own, quickly telling the other person on the phone that she was okay. “it was just noritoshi,” she replied with a small laugh. their hands fit each other; his skin contrasted her slightly tanned skin. while his hands were rough from welding the bow and he kept his nail short and clean, hers were slightly softer with her nails painted prettily. this month she had her nails painted in pastel. all the girls’ day out with momo and mai had proven its importance. he was happy to provide her with his black card despite her discontent.

“analysing my hands now?”

he smiled slightly, “it looks very pretty. i guess i got my money worth. are they coming?”

she leaned on his shoulder, his own wrapped around her as she closed her eyes, “they are around the corner. i would definitely need another round this week,” she teased. kissing her forehead gently, he didn’t mind that his uniform was stained with her blood; he was glad that she’s safe.

“i’ll happily take you there.”

few years later;

noritoshi kamo almost lost his mind. the stadium was half destroyed, huge craters on the pitch with the sight of his wife nowhere to be found. he looked up to the black pitch curtain encasing the stadium area from the sky, a curse escaped his lips.

“where the fuck are you?” he grunted, scanning the area.

she is gone, his stubborn little wife. she could’ve just wait but annoyed that their dinner date was interrupted and eager because this was their first mission together as a married couple; she escaped his supervision. as they were dealing with minor curses outside, she decided to head on forward, leaving him to deal with whatever is left. he beat himself inside for letting her come, he could easily do this himself and send her home safely, but she blinked her eyes and he was weak. she always has her way with him.

his step stopped when he realised there was a shadow ahead.

“she’s pretty,” the thing said.

his blood ran cold, “what did you do to my wife?”

the curse let out a laugh. it was sinister enough to send chills down his spine. especially when he realised the head it was stepping on was his wife. her eyes were fluttering back and forth, struggling to stay awake. a howl shocked him, shivers down his spine at the painful whimpers her shikigami making. cursed spirits were devouring it alive, overwhelming it and chewing every part of its body. his wife was too weak to dispel the shikigami; it’s dangerous as the devoured wolf shikigami will drain her cursed energy by a second.

all shikigami linked directly to the owner; everything inflected to the wolf, she could feel it too.

he needed a plan.

hidden in his wedding ring was a retractable knife. he rarely carries blood bags anymore as his power solidified itself. the older he got, the better he was at using and controlling a small steady flow of his own blood straight from the tap. with a clap of his hands, the knife cut his hand enough to send blood shooting like bullets. the blood hit the curses straight to its cores, died out instantly on impact, but the shikigami was beyond salvageable. it let out one last howl, one last goodbye before dropping to the ground, half of his snout gone. she will be devastated, it’s her only shikigami she managed to tame at such a young age, but at least it has stopped the shikigami from stripping his wife’s cursed energy to its core.

the fire burning in his eyes only made the curse laughed. he kicked her body away, spurting blood out of her mouth. she was halfway close to death’s doorstep.

“i will fucking murder you,” he hissed.

“my blood is my power. it’s supposed to rot human, stripping its meat from the bone like acid. however,” the curse nudged her body, “your wife didn’t. humour me, did your blood tainted hers? tell me, i’m curious how.”

“are you going to chit chat because i don’t have whole day.” his blood dripped on the pitch.

the curse grinned, shrugging his shoulder. he kneeled, running his bloody fingers on her cheeks leaving trails of flowers pattern that dissipated immediately, “i’m not here to fight. i’m here to serve a warning,” he looked up to the tensed sorcerer, “for gojo satoru. tell him, we’ll be waiting for him in shibuya.” noritoshi’s face scrunched in confusion.

“we have no business with the gojos.”

“but she is. she could change her name, married you, but it doesn’t erase the fact that she carried gojo’s blood in her vein. she’s the bridge to your two clans. i’m just killing two birds with one stone. ruin the kamo clan’s relationship with gojos and hurt gojo satoru. all thanks to her,” the curse turned his back on him, his laugh echoed as he walked away. the dark curtain disappeared slowly as the ground rumbled. a perfect chance for noritoshi to strike if it wasn’t because of the cursed spirit’s words gluing him to his spot, “oh, kamo, i believe a congratulation is overdue. let me know when’s the baby is due, i would love to drop by personally.”

the pillar holding on to the roof collapsed sending wave of dust all over the place. noritoshi covered his face, coughing as he sucked some in, removing his coat as a shield. the cursed spirit was no where to be found.

“the place is going to collapse! i’ll get the curse, you go get her!”

a voice echoed and he caught a glimpse of blond hair running past him and noritoshi didn’t think twice as he sprinted around the cracks and holes. who was that voice or who was the curse, he couldn’t give a single fuck, he just wants his wife back. he was shaking when he got to her, arms immediately scooped her up in his arms. her chest was raising slowly, blood dripping on the side of her lips as she struggled to exhale.

“you’re going to be okay,”

he told her, but he wasn’t sure if he will ever be.

-

“can you turn down the stupid light, it’s hurting my eyes.”

the voice laughed melodiously, the light moved to the other eye repeating the same thing.

“as you can see, she’s awake, slightly weak, but she should be okay.”

another voice interrupted, “are you sure?” she gasped, excited to hear a familiar voice. “nori?” she called out, unable to open her eyes, relying strictly to her hearing as she reached her shaky hands out for him. “her senses might be slightly off, just let her do it herself,” the woman’s voice noted, and she felt annoyed. how dare you underestimate me, her mind scoffed.

“my senses are fine. see?” she claimed as she held noritoshi’s hand up. he smiled, gently rubbing her hand with encouragement. “thanks, shoko, we are fine.”

“i’ll leave you be then. call me if you need anything.”

she listened to the clacking of shoko’s heels, followed by the door opening and slamming shut. she jumped, but he held her hand tighter, reassuring her that it’s alright. “so why can’t i see?” she asked, confident that they are alone now. she felt the bed sunk a little on the left side, “you were high on anesthesia, i’m surprise you could even move your jaw to speak.” she felt a finger brushed her hair aside, breath loomed on her face and she could feel her own face reddening up.

“are you going to kiss me or are you just going to tease me?” his heart swell up, despite her shaky voice almost made him laugh.

“do you trust me?” his hand cupped her cheek gently.

she nodded eagerly, “always.”

“good.”

his kiss hit her like a waft of fresh air. every kiss felt like a first kiss to her that she couldn’t help to react so eagerly to it. his tongue slipped through her defense, overwhelming her taste buds with such strong taste of iron. it didn’t stop her. she knew what he was doing from start. he peeked a little, didn’t stop a second from kissing her as he watched his blood marking appeared on her face. her hands went up around her neck pulling him closer and he obeyed, deepening the kiss.

heal; his mind commanded.

after a while, she pulled back, being the one to break apart from the kiss first, her chest raising up and down as she struggled to catch her breath. her eyes were wide open now, fluttering lazily as she leaned back on the propped-up pillow. he wiped the corner of his lips, eyes on her as he watched the open wound on her face and arms slowly closed leaving the fresh healed red marks behind. he relaxed when he heard a thank you coming from her, as she checked her healed arms.

“i’m disappointed with you,” he finally broke the silence.

“really?” she frowned. he always does this thing where he will immediately go into lecture mood every time she does something that pisses him off. it’s almost like a game to her as she waited for him to explode, “right now? not even going to wait until i’m discharged. this is a new record, toshi. like shoko said, i’m fine.” he shook his head, “it doesn’t make it right. you always disobeyed me. ignored my orders, going about with your goddamn big head, you could’ve been killed.”

she rolled her eyes, noritoshi is being noritoshi, what a drama queen, she mentally rolled her eyes, “but i’m not,” she pushed her hair back, twisting it easily into a simple loose knot, “i told you, i am not weak.”

“your shikigami was destroyed, your blood was poisoned, 70 percent was already circulating to every part of your vein, i had to beg for the higher up to help purify your blood,” her smile died down. this game no longer feels fun for her. noritoshi was really mad this time. “you think it’s fun and all game but game over, y/n. you need to stop doing this. if you can’t do it for me, do it for yourself.”

“leave me alone, nori, if you just going to nag, please i don’t want to hear it. i’m tired.”

it made him angry that she was taking his word lightly. running his hand in his messy hair, he felt like hauling his head to the wall.

“you don’t understand-”

she slammed her hand on the bed, interrupting his words, “no YOU don’t understand me, i’m tired of you babying me. i’m an adult, i am your wife, stop treating me like a fucking child! we have been married for months, but god you’re suffocating me.”

“i will when you stop endangering yourself. i will stop treating your like a child when you stop acting like one. you’re pregnant, for the love of god!” he threw his hand on the wall. the wall cracked from the force. “i’m what?” she felt the world stopped spinning. she was hundred percent sure that her ears and head were deceiving her. he removed his hand from the hole he made on the wall, his body shaking from the amount of anger building up.

“noritoshi, answer me! what do you mean- i’m not pregnant, i had my period this month.”

“you are,” he shrugged. he felt something hit him in the back; looking down he saw the fluffy white pillow sitting by his feet.

he pointed to the bedside table where a sonogram perched up against a tissue box. she was about to lose her mind. “this is not funny, if this is your mean way of fucking me up because i won’t listen to you then this is just fucking cruel.”

he marched towards him, his hand went down on his chin, forcing her eyes on him, “until you stop playing your stupid games, until you stop treating your life like it’s nothing, until you consider my feelings and my worries, as your husband is valid, i do not exist in your life,” tears fell down her cheeks, “like you, i’m tired too.

“nori i-“

he left her before she could say a word. she broke into sob; her chest was pounding so hard that the blood pressure monitor was beeping. the door burst opened but it was not the face she wanted to see. she was immediately hysterical. satoru managed to hold her wrist down before she ripped the tubes and needles off her arms. “no, no, i want nori. where is he!” she screamed as satoru held her down. “you need to calm down, it’s not good for the baby,” satoru cooed, but she was not having it. he turned to shoko, “her cursed energy is skyrocketing, she’s going hysterical, do something!”

“let me go!”

shoko held out a syringe, “hold her down.”

she screamed, thrashing so rough that she almost slipped out of the strongest sorcerer’s hands. she managed to get a needle out before she felt another sharp pain on her back. shoko pulled the empty needle out and they retreated away as she fell on her butt backward. she was reduced to a babbling mess, her eyes drooped as she struggled to fight the waves of sleepiness hitting her one after another.

“tell him i’m sorry,” she croaked out, before everything turned completely dark.

the blood pressure monitor returned back to normal.

three days later;

“are you still going to ignore her? it’s been 3 days.”

“she needs to learn her place.”

gojo satoru disagreed. he eyed the head of the clan, shaking his head before standing up. he thought he could convince noritoshi kamo to visit his wife, but the man was as stubborn as- huh, her.

“i think she have learned enough, she’s miserable. you’re miserable.”

the man glared at the blonde man child, raising the cup of tea up for a sip. the tea doesn’t taste as good as the way she made it. he left her for 3 days and he found himself struggling to do everything alone. 

he, noritoshi kamo, 23 years old and the head of the kamo family, could not make a cup of fucking tea.

she always said that the best way to make tea depends on how long you let it steep. “too early and you won’t get the right amount of flavour,” she explained, her back facing him as he watched from the counter as she loomed over the stove, “but if you steep it way too long you going to burn the tea leaves and it will make everything taste bitter.” she turned around, a huge smile on her face that made his heart skipped a beat.

he frowned; the tea tasted bitter.

“she’s pregnant, she’s supposed to be crazy. you are supposed to be the wise one. she is going to carry your child for 9 long months, i can’t explain to you how long that’s going to be but she is allowed to be crazy.”

he dropped the cup on the floor when gojo’s hand grabbed him by his collar, pulling him up from his chair.

“now please, see your goddamn wife before i deck you in the mouth.”

“i will.”

satisfied with his answer, gojo’s demeanor changed and he was again the man child they all know of him. noritoshi could no longer focus on the report in front of him; not when his mind is full of her and only her.

would she forgive him? he wasn’t sure.

but he would spend his lifetime making up to her and the baby if that’s necessary.

[tobi-momo]

omf omf just checked out your event and it's so cool!!

can i request a drabble w the song the scientist by coldplay, trope angst to comfort + soulmate au and the character i'd obv hv to go for is kageyama like DUH

IM GLAD YOU LIKE IT!! im loving this <3

HURT > COMFORT | SOULMATE AU | KAGEYAMA

SONG: The Scientist - Coldplay

Being without him wasn’t easy. Seeing him on TV while you sit on your shared couch alone eating a dinner that was big enough for the both of you was saddening. He looked content, like he was having the most fun he’s ever had. You were happy for him, a smile was brought to your face every time you looked at the tilt of his lips on the court. But that didn’t stop the shivering thoughts that arose from the void.

Many questions were sprung up from the emptiness, continuously asking you if he really wanted to come back. You understood why every text message was rushed, why he never facetimed, why calls ended shortly. He didn’t have a lot of time on his hands to be worried about you. It didn’t stop the shadow of insecurity, though. Your brain worked in mysterious ways, you conclude, when it told you that the plane ticket he was using at the moment was a form of obligation, not want. You cursed yourself.

You were more excited than ever to see him again, your body bouncing on the balls of your feet as you peek above the crowd to find him in the airport. Your body jittered, fingers tapping each other lightly in anticipation. You seem to lose your breath when you see him slowly walk through the doorway, his hair disheveled and messy- probably from falling asleep. You find him, and he yawns as he walks towards you. You frown, thinking he was bored. Yet, he smiles and wraps you in his arms, kissing the crown of your head and breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

It was something about connecting with him again that set something off, like a plant finally getting light after days of being deprived of it. It was like everything was complete once more.

He wanted to tell you exactly how he felt touching you again: electricity flowing through the cold metal of a plug and sparks around the wires. He knew you had felt it too by the accidental gasp you made at the first point of contact, that grip your hand had on his back as you pulled him closer, needing to breathe in the fresh scent of his clothing.

It was like the light replenished you, dissipating the thoughts that reeked your mind from before, as you now had full confidence that he wanted- no, needed to be with you. It was silly, how you thought he wasn’t going to stay with you. You knew he wasn’t planning on leaving from the very beginning. He was your soulmate, after all.

hope this is okay!! my writing isnt the best today but i tried 💀

[TAGLIST IN REBLOGS] | DRABBLE MASTERLIST | MOMO’S EVENT!

[katsukikitten]

Ready Set COOK!

A/N have this random ass fic I cranked out cause I watched some food network. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did writing it!

"Y/N is arguable the best cook in the dorms." Mina says salivating over the thought of dinner as 1A figures out what they are going to try to convince you to make.

"Tch. Yea fucking right. I cook the best!" Bakugou chimes in suddenly flipping through the channels with fever.

"Ha!" You laugh dryly, "Maybe when I'm having a bad day."

He grinds his teeth as he glares at you, channel surfing forgotten.

"Let's settle this." He snarls although he barely moves from his lounging position.

"How do you declare we do that spicy boi?" A hush suddenly falls over the room at your most recent and his most hated nickname.

Explosions threaten to pop but the TV blares before he can.

"THIS WEEK ON COOK OFF!"

"OH OH!" Kirishima pipes in, jumping up to point at the TV frantically.

"Fuck no." Bakugou bites out, sending daggers the red heads way.

"Oh come on Bakugou it will be fun!" He whines only to be shut down again. This time with an explosion. The hot head jumps to his feet with smoking hands.

"I SAID FUCK NO!"

"Why? Too scared you'll get your ass kicked?" You prompt, looking at your nails as you speak. He stalks your way leaning over you as you sit on the couch.

"I'm too scared you'll lose so badly you'll have to commit seppuku to regain your honor." The tension is palpable in the large living room, making some of the students feel small from its weight.

"Oh so you admit you worry about me?" You say in your most flirtatious voice, placing your hand onto his shoulder because you love to get under his skin. He jerks back with crazed eyes.

"I don't give a fuck about any of you extras!"

"Good! Now we need judges. Todoroki?" You ask but Bakugou shakes his head.

"His palette is as expanded as a fucking toddler's." The ash blonde shakes his head, "Mother fucker eats cold soba for breakfast lunch AND dinner."

"Ouch." An invisible arrow pierces the two toned boy in the chest.

"Well..." You look around the room, "It can't be biased..."

"Deku? Oh no wait then you'll use him as an *excuse* when you lose." You giggle, his cheeks burn from the sound.

"Fuck you and fuck Deku." He snarls, "What about Shinso?"

"Aaahh that's a good one. He hates everyone equally." You chime in, placing your hand in your chin as you look over your peers.

"Wow glad you noticed." He rolls his amethyst eyes although he does not object.

"Oh Denki!" You point at the electric

"OMG YES MY TIME TO SHINE BABY!" He fists his hands into the pants of your legs, so happy to be included.

"NO! Not pikachu! His brain is FRIED!" Bakugou snarls and Denki let's out a sad 'hey' while a crocodile tear rolls down his cheek.

"Yes, that's what would make him the best wild card! You'll never know what he's gonna think!" You absentmindedly let your hand pet over the curve of his skull.

Part of you wonders if suggesting him is a bad idea. Your eyes flicker to the TV just to see someone asking the sweating chefs what they are planning.

"Kirishima can be the host!" You say with excitement, "Now we just need one more judge. Someone who likes to eat."

Silence settles over the room aside from the now low roar of the TV

"I've got it!" Your new ruby eyed host pipes in, "I'll ask Sun Eater senpai!"

"He's so meek. How are you going to get him to agree?" You ask as a some what devilish smile crosses his face.

"Oi, I forgot you came in after. Poor guy got pestered by shitty hair until he said yes to taking him to his agency." Bakugou crosses his arms.

"We'll compete tomorrow! I've got to prepare!" You stare after Kirishima who runs to get his phone, you cant see him bullying someone into helping him.

×××××××××

You had never been proven more wrong as you stand in the dorms over sized kitchen in front of the panel of judges.

Shinso who looks bored, Denki who reminds you of a kid hopped up on sugar and a petrified Tamaki.

"Welcome chefs!" Kirishima announces, it's funny how quickly he made the kitchen look much like the studio. Even forcing you and Bakugou into real chef jackets while Kirishima wears one of his suits.

"Oi, you really went all out." He growls, somehow making the compliment sound like an insult. You roll your eyes before you let them linger over Bakugou. Much like you he wears the black jacket with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, he has a towel resting over a broad shoulder.

Somehow this outfit makes your cheeks burn. You swallow, looking out over the "live" audience, aka class 1A with every chair they could find in the dorm piled into the smallest part of the kitchen.

Sitting on the edges of their seats.

"Today the two of you will be placed head to head agaisnt one another to become UA's top chef!" Kirishima announces with gusto even earning a small cheer from the audience.

"Tonights prize does not only include bragging rights BUT this!" He gestures widely to the obviously paper mache trophy, Bakugou snorts.

"Really? You could have asked Momo over there?" He points in the dark and Kirishima blushes a bit. Although he is saved as Momo walks towards the front, not breaking the attire with her long sleep dress that looks more like a ball room gown. Kirishima thanks her silently before punching the old trophy off with the new one.

"Who will when this amazing trophy and the title of UA's top chef?" Kirishima looks to the audience before adding, "Let's find out!"

"Contestants, today's challenge is broken down into three parts. Appetizer, entree and dessert! The three dishes must meld flawlessly with one another! You have ten minutes to look over the ingredients and come up with a meal plan. Starting.....now!"

The two of you jump, pulling open at the two large fridges behind you to be met with an array of vegetables and meats.

"Are they like timed?" Shinso asks, as he twirls his fork.

"Good question, Shinso. Yes each portion of the competition will be timed!"

As you begin to put together your game plan you rush towards the pantry. Fear making you hesitate, the pantry was mostly empty just yesterday.

"Oi! Open the fucking door!" A yell behind you before you rip open the cabinet with blatant rage.

Surprisingly the pantry is popping at the seams, ingredients pop out at you that you hastily grab.

"Chefs your time is up! You have fifteen minutes to begin prepare your first dish! GO!"

Excitement pushes your body into motion as you slice bacon strips down the middle. Your thoughts compete with the vigorous chopping from the station next to you as you delicately wrap sliced puff pastry around the now bacon wrapped asparagus.

"Chef Bakugou what are you preparing?"

"Use your fucking eyes." He growls, adding something to a bowl.

"Hey..." Kirishima sounds crestfallen, almost hurt and its hurt enough for Katuski to sigh.

"Alright alright. I'll tell you. Stop pouting!" He chops into a radish harshly to emphasize his point before going on.

"I believe its important to go a little on the lighter side for a starter. Almost refreshing cleanses the palette." Your ears perk at his deep voice as you pull your starter from the oven, "So I'm making a radish and cucumber salad with rice vinager and chili flakes for a small kick."

"It looks wonderful chef!" Kirshima comments before adding, "Five minutes to plate!"

"Shit..." You hiss to yourself as you delicately arrange your asparagus twists, while popping hands roast sesame seeds in an instant before tossing them into the salad.

The two if you plate, arrange and present until kirishima finally shouts

"TIMES UP! STEP AWAY FROM THE PLATES!" Both of you back away with raised hands.

"First up. Y/N-chan." Kirishima says happily as the judges look over their food.

Shinso takes a bite first.

"Flavorful. Savory. Its delicious." Is all he offers as he eats his second.

"Kaminari?" Kirishima prompts. Denki is smiling ear to ear before a rare seriousness washes over his features as he chews.

"I dont like asparagus." He states with a harsh tone.

"IM FUCKED!" You scream internally.

"But you've made me like it."

"IM UNFUCKED!"

Kaminari takes another bite, thinking it over

"The puff pastry is airy and buttery and surprisingly the bacon is crispy without your vegetable drying out. Very well done."

You glance at Bakugou who mouths

"Is he fucking Gorden Ramsey now?" To which you giggle.

"Tamaki senpai, please do not judge on usefulness for your quirk but by taste." Kirishima encourages as Tamaki almost shrinks away. He takes a bite before smiling.

"I..its delicious. Togata would enjoy this."

"Next up Bakugou!"

"Nice kick, cool cuc flavor. I like it." Shinso nods to Bakugou as he makes a mark in on the pad provided.

"Honestly, Chef Katsuki. I was really worried about the heat level when I saw your heavy handed toss of pepper flakes into the salad. But the flakes really bring out the tang of the rice vinager, the smoky flavor of the sesame seed while the radish and cucumber take the edge away *just* enough." Kaminari says before taking another bite, scribbling as he chews.

This time Bakugou looks to you and you laugh aloud at his bewildered scarlet eyes.

"Just got with it!" You call from your station. Struggling to keep your giggle.

Who knew confusion could look so cute?

"Its just the right amount of spice. Togata would enjoy this."

"Take your station, Katsuki as we will now begin the main course. You have thirty five minutes to prepare!"

Time ticks by faster than you'd like as your watched pot of water finally boils. You add in chopped golden potatoes setting a timer before butter flying your chicken breasts for a more even cook and better grilled sear.

Bakugou works furiously with his steak, pounding at it to quickly tenderize it, adding an aromatic garlic herb butter to a heated pan. He swirls the melting blob until it coats the bottom of the pan.

Both of you are about to start your meats before Kirishima breaks your concentration.

"Chefs! I've found an ingredient you HAVE to incorporate into your main dish." He presents a rectangular package that has you seething.

"KIRISHIMA WHAT THE FUCK?!" You both yell in unison, slamming your meats on your cutting boards.

"Dry packs of ramen noodles!" He announces in case either of you couldn't read the damn packaging!

"What the fuck?" Is all the two of you can say as you're tossed the package of ramen noodles. You stare at your dish, you couldn't easily shift your meal plan into Asian like Bakugou could thanks to his universal salad. The dishes had to be cohesive and you had fucking POTATOES BOILING TO BE MASHED

You stare almost stunned as the red rectangle stares back at you.

You hated ramen.

Meanwhile Bakugou grumbles to himself as he slices his steak into thin strips, adding ginger, a bit of sesame seed oil, green onion and some beef broth to boil.

He tosses in the package of ramen.

"This is cheap shit." He grumbles to himself before adding the steak in a few moments later slamming a lid onto the pan. He was lucky he picked a deep pan as opposed to his original idea of a shallow one.

"Half of the time is remaining chefs!"

"Perfect!" You slam your fist into your palm as you make haste. Quickly grabbing eggs, milk, flour and the food processor.

You begun to crush the noodles until they become a fine grain.

"Eji do we have to use the stupid flavor packet?"

"Fucking why would you ask?!" Bakugou snarls your way, ruby red eyes slide to the panel.

"Judges?"

"No." They answer in unison and you both sigh in relief. For you it would have been hard to incorporate to your sudden idea of fried chicken while the flavoring would be too salty and undercut the flavor building he had done for his dish.

You mash your potatoes, adding in garlic cloves, cubes of butter, a bit of season salt all before emulsifying it to a whipped state.

"Five minutes chefs!"

You begin to really sweat now, you didnt want to rush your chicken for fear of the batter not becoming crispy enough or worse yet an undercooked breast.

"Three minutes chefs!"

"Fuck! Cook chicky cook!" You mumble to the fryer, scarlet eyes shift to your bouncing frame, plating his own food, swiping juices that splatter.

"Come on plate damn it! It's done!" He shouts to you.

"You *do* care!" You tease, although your heart is in your throat as you place the chicken onto the plate, drizzling a honied mustard over the breasts.

"Like hell. It's just winning by default is boring. I want to watch them spit your food out." His voice comes out soaking in malice but his eyes say otherwise. Mischief and excitement dance along his scarlet iris.

"AND TIME!" You both step away from your plates. Breathing heavily as the two of you look down at your master pieces.

Bakugou places his hand on the small of your back to guide you in front of the panel as Kirishima grabs your dishes.

"Bakugou you're up first."

"This is not thirty cent ramen." Is all Shinso says as he slurps up the noodles before biting into the beef. No one misses his eyes flutter.

"Wow." Is all Kaminari can say chewing with delight, "Just wow. I would have thought the noodles were homemade. The beef is tender, all cooked evenly. The sauce flavorful, a hit of ginger and I'm surprised you hadn't added any heat. I would have loved to have seen a five alarm ramen from you."

Bakugou grinds his teeth to keep from shouting at his last remark.

"Togata would enjoy this."

"I'll be sure to make him a to go plate." Kirishima winks before presenting your dish.

"I never would have thought to use ramen as breeding." Purple eyes glitter as he devours the chicken.

"Me either. Its excellently light, you matured everyone's favorite honey mustard by making it with a sharper brown mustard and the potatoes are soft, beautifully whipped and garlicy!"

"This is 'southern food?'" Tamaki asks, "Togata would like it."

You smile warmly.

"Last round chefs! You'll have forty five minutes to prepare a dessert with *this* ingredient." He holds up a green can and your stomach sinks.

"Is that fucking wasabi?" Bakugou snarls, even the heat king is stunned.

"Yes chef it is. Please incorporate this ingredient into your dish. Starting...NOW!"

You stare at the green can. What in the actual fuck? Maybe you should have made a menu more geared towards Asian cuisine.

I mean you were in FUCKING JAPAN AFTER ALL.

You snatch onto the can, now was not the time to damn yourself. You could do this. You could beat Bakugou!

Even if it killed you.

You decided to taste it, youd never actually had it, just knew that it was potent.

"That's too much idiot!" Bakugou yells from his station just as your about to put a heaping teaspoon into your mouth.

"Like scoop with a chop stick." He says, showing you himself. His chopstick dips into the wasabi to return with the smallest of green.

You mimic him, popping it into your mouth as instant regret washes over you as you try to break down the components of the flavor.

It was hot with underlying notes of freshness, almost herbal as the heat began to fade.

But with that regret comes an idea.

You work vigorously grabbing all the chocolate you can find before making a batch of brownies, wasabi mixed into the batter.

Nothing was more southern than cake or a brownie.

"I'll fucking tell you what..." You finish the thought aloud as you worked.

All the while Bakugou glances to you with concerned eyes before he measures out the perfect amount of coconut milk to reduce with almond milk, a split vanilla pod, some sugar, honey and wasabi powder.

Soon his odd mixture becomes fragrant, the freshness of it competing with the richness of baking brownies.

Time ticks by too quickly as you snatch the wasabi powder from Bakugou adding the smallest amount to powdered sugar, cocoa and milk as you make the frosting to your brownies.

You feel like you're ahead of time as your plate, eyes looking over to Bakugou who is garnishing ramekins with edible flowers and flakes of coconut.

"Fuck." You murmur before pipping on some icing. Smoothing it out with a knife. Plating it as Kirishima obnoxiously counts down.

"Time!" He yells. You're shaking before glancing at Bakugou who seems nervous himself. Again he guides you to the panel, you lean into him for a bit of support.

Your heart was racing, sweat still dripping down the nape of your neck and beading on your brow.

You couldn't tell who's dishes they favored and there was a chance you could very well lose.

You'd hate to admit but Bakugou's station smelt fucking amazing all night.

"Y/N!" Kirishima smiles a wide tooth smile, "Wasabi brownies. Interesting."

"You mean fucking fire." Shinso says.

"Its astounding how the chocolate adds to the heat with out one overpowering the other. A delicate scale was balanced today."

You find Bakugou's hand by his side. giving it a squeeze to keep yourself form laughing. He leans towards you and whispers into your ear.

"Bet you're regretting adding Flavor Town onto the board."

A giggle escapes your lips that drives Katuski mad.

"Togata would love this! Please save a square for him!"

The judges cleanse their palates before moving into Bakugou's dessert.

"So delicate." Shino adds, looking down at the purple flowers.

"Watch it." He bites but you again squeeze his hand, this time whispering to him

"That means he likes it. You did an amazing job plating."

He watches you smile as you drink in their comments about *his * dish.

"I like that you start and finish things with a refreshing yet memorable dish. The edible flowers add immense color to this dish, the wasabi heightens the sweetness of the honey and the coconut flakes add a little bit of both crunch and depth. Excellent."

"So pretty..." Tamkai stares at his dessert before adding a small bite into his mouth. His eyes flutter and you know then that you've lost.

That's two different judges with different meals that he has impressed. He squeezes your hands, you look up to him expecting a smug smile only to see nervousness.

"The judges will now debate. Please sit in the waiting room while they discuss who will be UA's top chef!"

"Where the fuck is that?" The blonde snarls.

"The living room!" He whispers as you drag an agitated Bakugou with you.

The two of you sit in silence, sinking into the couches with tired bodies.

Adrenaline can do that to you. Minutes tick by before you sigh out.

"I'm pretty sure you won. You..." You gush, "Amazing. That salad looked so damn good!"

Katuski cannot help the smile that spreads across his face as he watches you sing his praises.

"Honestly your southern dishes were something new to them. That's far better and seriously ramen as a breeding? Innovative as fuck." He sags in the couch closer to you. The two of you half fighting over who really one by pointing out the best moves the other did.

Gradually gravitating closer to one another with heatedexcitement fueled by friendly competition. The two of you are butting foreheads as you argue.

"But the flowers were stunning...." The vigor in your tone dies down as you stare into something else that else stunning.

Scarlet eyes sparkle like gems in the low light of the side table lamps. Suddenly you are hyper aware of your proximity to him. You try to scoot back only for your hip to hit the arm of the couch, barely moving a centimeter. You were safely nestled between the couch and his amazingly muscular arms.

Bakugou swallows his desire as he drinks you in this close, having never realizing how pretty you actually were.

Add that to your ability to kick ass on the battle field and in the kitchen had Bakugou looking at you in a whole new light. He seems to choke on his desire as one strong hand finds the nape of your neck.

"I bet nothing tastes as delicious as your lips." He says before pressing his own to yours.

The saying alone has your body flushed and a small whimper erupts in the back of your throat as you closed your eyes.

Shit.

You liked arrogant, smart mouthed, excellent chef handsome ass Bakugou.

And now that you've tasted him, you'll never want to eat anything else again.

You kiss him back with matched passion and the two of you forget about the competition for a moment. Foot steps had the two of you breaking apart, cheeks burning brighter than the boy's hair whose entered the living room just missing everything.

"They are ready to announce the winner." He turns on his heel, expecting the two of you to follow. Both of you share a look before standing. Bakugou wraps his arm around your waist pulling you close to him so he can whisper in the cockiest tone he can muster.

"After they announce me as winner. Let me make you dessert."

@we-starlight-in-the-making @kiribakuho @babybakuu @zbops @crimsondream-1 @alwaysmy crazy ass did it. I made the fic I wanted

[romanceimp]

Love Bakugo Pt 5: The Letter

The red light of the sunrise was just starting to appear over the horizon. Tears were already brimming in your tired eyes as you opened your sock drawer. You took out the letter, which you kept at the bottom. You’d felt it would be well hidden and kept safe there, especially since your sock drawer, was your own. Looking at the letter, the memory of that night was becoming more and more clear. It was just after graduating UA, and Momo had thrown a party at her house for everyone. You had gone out to the garden to contemplate your entire future. You were half excited, half terrified to start the rest of your life. You were staring into one of the many fountains when Katsuki had come to stand next to you. “I don’t know how to feel about it either...” he’d said. It was the closest he had ever admitted to being scared. “I just don’t know if I’m ready... to move on,” you had said back. You turned to him, and you remember being surprised that he had such a soft expression on his face. He placed his hand on your hip, “do you remember that day in the stairs when you made me be your friend?” You touched his arm, and slowly stroked up and down his arm with your fingertips. “I didn’t make you, ya goon, but I remember that day.” He hadn’t been furious that you’d called him a name, it was then you knew something was changing. “Listen, I’m glad it happened, that we became friends... but,” he took a deep breath, “I don't wanna be friends anymore.” He leaned down and captured your lips in a thrilling kiss. He pulled you into him with his hand on your hip, and the other was holding your face. His lips were softer against yours then you’d imagined. He was gentle but fiery and passionate as always. It was the first time he had kissed you and you felt like you were being ignited from the inside out. He pulled away and said simply, “I’m not great with... this saying how I feel crap, but I know I gotta do it, so here.” He’d shoved the letter at you, embarrassed. “Read it, then give me an answer.” Here you were, years later, you’d kept it but never given him an answer though you’d read it at least 100 times. You turned the envelope over in your hands. It was blue, it had your name written on it in Bakugo’s unique and surprisingly neat handwriting. On the front, he’d placed a sticker of a small cloud. The letter had been opened and closed so many times that the sticker didn't hold it together any longer. You took out the letter itself, a single tear found it’s way onto the paper. You were crying for real now as you read the letter, it went as follows... Hey, I’m shit with not the best with saying how I feel, so I figured I’d try writing it out. That day in the stairs was the beginning of my feelings for you. Sometimes when you’d beat me in a match, and turn me into a damn sniveling puddle of a man for you, I’d pretend your quirk hadn’t worn off so I could just say how I feel. I don't know if you feel the same way, and I hope that by now I’ve gotten the courage to kiss you. I love you and I want you to be mine, even if it’s just for a while. But I don’t like that many people and I like you, so I wouldn’t mind if you were mine forever. Just let me know, do you want to be mine? Do you want me to be yours? I want us to belong to each other and Im sure that sounds fucking stupid but it’s true. If you do, I’m waiting for you right now. And if you don't, it’s okay. Just know I will think about you, care about you, always. Yours, Bakugo Tears were streaming down your face but you grabbed your phone and called Katsuki anyway. He answered on the first ring but he waited for you to speak. “I don’t deserve a second chance, I-I don’t even deserve for you to hear me out. I should have told you what I was thinking at the time but everything was changing a-and I was just so scared. And this is so stupid but I was scared of being truly happy... for once. Because- if I ever did something...a-a-and messed it up, I don’t know if I could handle that...” You tried to slow your breathing, to collect yourself, to say everything you’d held in for so long. “Katsuki, I love you, I have for longer than i’d like to admit, and I’m so sorry I waited this long to tell you. I’m so mad at myself right now- but I fucking love you a lot okay? I don’t care about the revenge anymore because... I feel like the point of it was- I just- you care about me more than anyone ever has. I love you, I love you, I’m sorry-” He hung up there. He’d said that it wasn’t too late at the car earlier but maybe he’d had time to think about how long it took you to come to this place and maybe he had changed his mind. He had a right to. After all, it had taken you years to admit this, why should he still care about you like that? You held your head in your hands as you cried over the loss of love. The love you’d tried so hard to make real between you and your boyfriend and the true love that you’d let get away with Bakugo. You felt like you were being swallowed whole by regret. You flopped face down into the mattress and wailed, freeing yourself of the guilt and anger and sadness that you’d held back for so long. 

“Hey babe? What’s wrong?” your boyfriend was finally back from his escapades it seemed. You lifted your head, your breath shaky. “Get out,” you said softly. “What’s wrong with you huh?” You whirled around now, “What’s wrong? What’s fucking wrong? You’re cheating on me!” you yelled at him. He jumped back, worried, but quickly covered his fear, “what are you talking-” “you know exactly what I’m talking about you piece of shit.” You were staring him down, waiting for his resolve to break, “babe, it was work.” “STOP LYING!” You were done, you ran to the closet and grabbed a suit case. You laid it on the bed and started ripping open drawers, throwing your clothes into it. “We can talk this out babe, I think you’re overreacting a bit, it’s a misunderstanding, if you’d let me explain-” “Fuck you.” You were shoving clothes and other precious belongings into the case. You went back to the closet and grabbed another suitcase. You picked up an armful of sweaters, dresses, and coats and threw them in, hangers and all. You grabbed your jewelry container and took out a pair of earrings he’d gifted you a year ago for your anniversary. “You can give these to that other girl,” you said as you chucked them at his head. He dodged them and then shouted, “you’re acting crazy! there’s no-one else!” You stopped and put your head in your hands. “Katsuki told me everything weeks ago, he saw you coming out of the closet with her at work.” This time his face dropped for real, “he what?” You didn’t answer him this time, just continued packing. “I was planning on getting revenge for your cheating on me, Katsuki was helping me do it, but now I don’t care about that anymore.“ Your ex boyfriend was standing against the wall, puffing out his chest to keep his ego in check. “You know what? I haven’t been in love with you for a long time, and it took all this for me to figure that out.” You could tell those words stung him. “Where the hell do you think you’re gonna go huh?” You were zipping up the second suitcase, “I honestly don’t know, I just know that right now, I’m leaving you and I’m never coming back here...”  “He’s the fucking cheater, he should be the one packing up.”

You whirled around. Bakugo was standing behind you, in the doorway of the apartment. “Katsuki,” you paused taking him in. He was wearing the same clothes from earlier and his eyes looked tired from lack of sleep. “What are you doing here?” you asked as you advanced towards him. He smiled and put his hand on the top of your head. “I figured you were mad... cuz you hung up and-” he stopped you, putting his hand on your cheek. “I just couldn’t tell you this over the phone, I had to see your face, tell you in person...” You waited, studying his softened expression. “I’m not just gonna be your rebound, I’m in this for the long run and it’s all or nothing. So you better be serious about us because I’m dead serious.” He was staring into your eyes, searching for the truth behind them. The tears welled back up in your eyes. “You are so much more than a rebound, and I am very serious, but I want to take things slow and do this the right way... I don’t want to rush in and ruin it.” Bakugo brushed his thumb along your cheek and you leaned the weight of your head against his palm. “You’ll ruin nothing, and as long as I have you... it’s not slow.” Your ex boyfriend was standing in the doorway watching the entire exchange. “Oh I see now, you thought that just because I was having sex with someone else you could go and make a whole new relationship?! You’re such a bitch you know-” “Shut the fuck up...” Bakugo  growled then turned towards your ex-boyfriend. “Oh buddy, you better start packing up right now before I destroy you.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him back. “No Katsuki, it’s okay, I’m leaving. I want to.” Bakugo looked as if he wanted to argue, but instead he walked straight into the bedroom. He looked your ex-boyfriend up and down, before punching him directly in the face. You watched in delight as your ex crumpled to the floor, holding his nose and whining. “You’re scum, I want you to remember that,” Bakugo yelled before picking up your bags and heading towards the door. “You’re sure you wanna leave?” he asked. You nodded, “I want him to be alone in this house, think about what he did... and I don’t wanna be anywhere that I shared with him.” Bakugo nodded and gave you a smirk, “then you’ll stay with me.” You had told him you couldn’t do that, you wanted to take things slow. But as he was putting your bags in your car for you he spat, “tech, where the hell else are you gonna go?”

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[sukisdeliveryservice]

hi ash :D how was your day? my day has been weird lmao my laptop died so now im on my uncle's apple one and its pretty weird cuz ive only used android my whole life but oh well. about my knitting, im planning on making a sweater! im still reaserching and doing the size calculations but im pretty excited! it's my first big project! what about you? what do you make?

you dont have to apologise! im glad you liked the questions :) sorry for the headache eheh

for the questions :

which of your biases would you want to spend a week with?

i'd say kyeom for svt bc he seems more friendlier? i have a feeling it wouldn't be as awkward with him than with shua even though shua speaks enlish dhfjdjdh for nct i'd say renjun! mainly its because i can speak chinese, and he can speak chinese, but also because he's closer to my age compared to my other biases :3

what food would you be okay with eating for the rest of your life?

i'd have to say sushi :D it has quite a wide selection and it has rice and the occasional vegetable and also protein. and it also tastes heavenly so i really wouldn't mind lmao

sign with sm, yg or jyp?

honestly, i think i'd sign to sm. i dont think i could stan working for a boss who's so full of himself like jyp, and he's also known to body shame his idols, and considering my childhood trauma i'd rather not go back down that lane. and for yg, well, looking at their groups promotions, i just dont think i'd be satisfied lmao so sm is really the only option left. but like you, i think i would sign with kq as well, or even weeekly's company. from what ive seen they're doing pretty well, and they even changed the lyrics when weeekly covered kiss me more. the bar is wayyy too low but ive actually never seen that happen in this industry so it's a start

know how to play every single instrument or speak language in the world?

i'd also rather speak every language. it would be more practical to be able to speak to everyone

be a master at something you love or something unique?

i'd say something i love, which could be singing or writing. then i'd be able to make a career and maybe a mark in history with it 🤪

thanks for your questions <333 it was fun thinking about spending the day with kyeom exploring sushi :'D

now since we've already done the movie, books and songs recs, we're onto our last question! kiss marry and kill :D so here are some people 😌 :

chan, soobin, soonyoung

wonwoo, joshua, minghao

yeonjun, yoongi, hyunjin

chan(skz), jisung(skz), beomgyu

dahyun, jisoo, yuna

ryujin, irene, iu

lisa, yeri, jihyo

nayeon, yeji, momo

also, for the playlist making, i was thinking maybe i make one for you and you make one for me? would that be ok with you?

- 💎 anon who also wants to remind you to hydrate regularly <3

hi anon!! nice to hear from you again hehe :3 aww i hope that you were able to get used to the apple software thing! i too have been an android user for pretty uch everythingg except for my ipad on which i draw on :)

a sweater!! that's so lovely, lmk how it goes! i like doing amigurumi? so crocheting little figurines is what i like to do. today is my day off!! so i'm just organizing this ktown assorted album group order :D

ahh i loved reading your responses anon!! definitely agree with what you said about the entertainment companies though, like i don't thinl there's one that's really good?? exploring a day with kyeom and eating only sushi ,,, sushi date with kyeom? i wanna keep this in the ideaas bank heh heh heh

anyways...this kmk you sent is going to ,,, anyways let's see how this goes FHDSJFKCD you really had to throw all of my biases in there and make my head spin (i love it though anon) TW WARNING UNDER // mentions of the word k*ll

kiss!chan, marry!soobin, kill!soonyoung - i feel terrrible already

killwonwoo, marry!joshua, kiss!minghao - i know i cry about my other biases a lot but believe me when i say joshua is my ideal guy kdsjckds

kiss!yeonjun, marry!yoongi, kill!hyunjin

marry!chan(skz), kill!jisung(skz), kiss!beomgyu - why do i feel like best friend beomgyu is the ideal person to have a first kiss with wahh

marry!dahyun, kill!jisoo, kiss!yuna

kiss!ryujin, kill!irene, marry!iu - (bunny if you see this i'm so sorry)

kill!lisa, kiss!yeri, marry!jihyo

marry!nayeon, kill!yeji, kiss!momo

i'd love to make you a playlist anon! one thing though - do you think your spoots will give away your url? i can def make one tho!! will start tmw after work hehe

i will hydrate daily! and you should too! send you lots of hugs anon, have an amazing day because you deserve it and so much more :3

[is-that-another-soulmate-au]

Zukaang soulmate au part 13

@mypureessence

@chaoticidiott

Everything felt heavy, he couldnt move his arms but he could feel... someone holding his hand? Groaning Aang opened his eyes to find himself in the chambers of a fire nation ship with a guard holding his hand? He shot up and made a gust of wind that knocked the man back and away from him. The man's helmet fell off and he looked up.

"Aang?" It was Zuko

"Zuko?! What are we doing here? What's going on?"

"Calm down, you need to take it easy okay? You got hurt pretty bad." Aang relaxed back into the bed and Zuko moved closer to him taking a seat on the stool after setting it back up. "I like your hair" this statement made Aang freeze for a second before reaching to his head.

"I have hair!? How long was I out?!"

"A few weeks"

A knock came at the door and Katara walked in "Hey Zuko how's he- Aang! Your awake!" He went to wave at her but his hand shot to his chest and he groaned in pain "looks like you need a healing session"

With Katara now using her water to heal Aangs wound Zuko was over in the corner watching. "Tell me where your pain feels more intense"

Aang winced "a little higher" Katara nodded and moved her hands just a little higher. Aangs eyes went wide and he let out a pained gasp "wow, you're definitely in the right area there"

"I feel alot of energy twisted up around there..." she went to pull her hands and the water back "let me see if I can-" as soon as the water left Aangs skin he shot back in pain, falling forward and catching himself with his hands on his knees.

"I went down! I didn't just get hurt, it was worse than that... I was gone" he glanced at Zuko who was holding his mark before looking at katara "but you brought me back"

Katara looked over at Zuko with a sad expression "I just used the spirit water from the north pole... I'm not sure what I did exactly"

"You saved me" Aang said as he turned to look at Katara fully.

"You need some rest, Zuko come on-"

"No!" Aang blurted out and froze when the two looked at him "I uh... I want him to stay with me... please?"

Katara let out a snort "sure, but be careful, you still need to heal" and with that she left the two soulmates alone.

Aang reached his arms out at Zuko and cheerily said "up" wanting Zuko to pick him up.

Rolling his eyes Zuko lifted Aang into his arms bridal style and set him down on the bed before climbing in with him. Aang wrapped his arms around Zuko's waist and rested his head against his chest. "Are you okay?" He heard himself asking

"Do you mean in general or with the fact that I watched you die and felt my mark burning away?" Zuko asked with a raspy voice

"Uh... the second"

Zuko took a breath and sighed "not really? I mean, I know your still alive and well, and I'm so glad that you are, but Aang... I thought I lost you." His voice cracked "I caught you, and you were dying in my arms, my mark is still a bit faded even after these weeks, and it still hurts so bad."

He took a shaky breath "I know you're in excruciating pain and I'll never know the full extent of it but dammit Aang, I... I dont want to lose you, and I almost did" feeling a hand on his cheek he closed his eyes, letting Aang turn his head towards him and plant a kiss on his shaking lips.

He shifted and placed a hand to the back of Aang's neck before they separated "Zuko, I'm sorry"

"Don't, don't you dare apologize Aang" Zuko said as he moved his hand to hold Aang's cheek "You're still with me, and for now, thats more than enough" with Aang now smiling he placed a quick kiss to his nose "now sleep goofball"

And he did, they both did only waking up when Hakoda knocked on the door and walked in "hey Aang y- oh Zuko..... hello?"

Zuko opened his eyes and groaned "what?"

"What are you... why are you... spooning with Aang?"

"Uh... oh right, uhm, we're uh, soulmates..."

"Right, okay, I hope you're aware you've got a backpack tho"

"What?" Only now realizing that the smaller boy was the big spoon Zuko flushed and let out a laugh "I guess I do... what do you need?"

"Well, Sokka told me to come get Aang, we're going over our invasion plans"

They reluctantly got up and made their way to the deck where Sokka explained everything Aang had missed, why they were on a firenation ship, where they were currently, and their new plan for the invasion.

"And the best part is, the eclips isn't even out biggest advantage" Sokka smirked before leaning forward "we have a secret... you"

"Me?"

"Yep! The whole world thinks your dead! Isn't that great?"

"The world thinks I'm dead!? How is that good news?! Thats terrible!"

"No its not! With the world thinking your dead the firenation won't be hunting us anymore and better yet they won't be expecting you on the day of black sun!"

After a little incident with another firenation ship and the giant sea serpent they docked at a marketplace where the group, minus Aang went to get food. When Zuko walked into the room with some food for Aang he knocked twice "hey Aang, I brought you some food" looking around he found that Aang was gone, and he'd taken his glider with him. His heart sank "oh no"

He dropped the food and took off running to the deck of the ship where everyone else was gathered. They all turned to face him when he arrived. "What's wrong Zuko?" Hakoda spoke up

"He left!"

"What?" Katara stepped forward

"Aang! He took his glider and left!" He threw his hands out to the side "he has this crazy notion that he has to save the world by himself!" He shouted with tears falling as he brought his hands to his head in frustration

"Maybe that's his way of being brave" Hakoda suggested simply

"Its not brave!" Zuko shouted "it's stupid! It's like he doesn't even account for us needing him! For me needing him! How could he do this!? How could just up and fucking leave like that!?"

"Language son."

"Im not your fucking son! Why do you keep calling me that!? The only man who ever called me son burnt off half my fucking face and kicked me out of my own nation in the span of twenty four hours! So just stop!" Zuko was full on sobbing at this point.

Hakoda's eyes widened at the boys screaming but Sokka was the first to talk "wait, your dad did that to you?"

"Of course he did! Why else do you think I flinch away when someone reaches for that side of my face!? I spoke out of turn and so I had to fight an Agni Kai with him, only I didnt know it would be him. But I didnt fight him, I was kneeling on the ground begging him to forgive me! And you know what he did!? He took my face in his hand and just went fucking ham melting my face off and now I can hardly hear or see out of my left side!" Sokka reached out and wrapped his arms around Zuko and the pair fell to the ground with Zuko sobbing into his shoulder.

Katara and Hakoda followed suit, both wrapping Zuko in a comforting hug. Hakoda let out a sigh "Zuko, I know you don't have a good connection to the word Son, but... if you'd let me. I'd-"

"Yeah, I'm... I'm sorry, I just..." Zuko sighed as they parted from the hug "you can call me son, I just didn't make the connection with it as a good thing like I should have..." He let out yet another sigh "we have to find Aang"

And they did find him. On a crescent shaped Island. As soon as Zuko spotted Aang he jumped off of Appa, softening his drop with a bit of fire before running to his soulmate who was slowly waking up from Momo poking his head. "Aang!"

"Zu-" was all Aang could get out before Zuko pulled him into a tight embrace.

"You're okay" Zuko choked out while he held his soulmate close.

And with that it became a group hug with Toph, Katara, Sokka, Momo, and Appa all joining in. "I have so much to do"

"I know," Katara started

"But you have us to help you" Zuko continued

"Yeah! You didn't think you could get out of training just by flying into the firenation did you?" Toph gave Aang's leg a light punch.

"Ow..." Aang gave held his leg where Toph punched him and turned to Sokka "what about the invasion?"

"We'll join up with my dad and the invasion force the day of the eclipse" Sokka reassured Aang with a pat to his shoulder

"Hey what's" Toph picked up Aangs destroyed glider and frowned when she realized "oh.. its your glider"

Taking his mangled glider in his hands Aang let out a sigh "thats okay, if someone saw it, it would give away my identity"

After Aang left his glider on the island they took off on Appa with Aang being held in a tight hug by Zuko "I'm not gonna fly away again... you know that right?"

"No. I don't know that." Zuko snipped

"Right, I'm sorry"

"Its okay, just don't do that again"

"Okay, I won't-" Zuko placed a kiss to Aang's forehead making him lose all words and just melt into the cuddles he was receiving.

There was a lot work to do.

[ncko-art]

cute art but I wanted to ask why are you so obsessed with intelli saiko? she's not even a real canon character is she? her quirk doesnt even make sense in my opinon?

not being canon means she’s free real estate!! 😂😂😂 just kidding lmao

i mean, she’s just so ???? interesting? her mannerisms, her work methods and leadership are all top notch?? she’s so extra and so high maintenancence and her teammates are so clearly gay?? the way she acts as a great foil to momo because intelli can work out excellent strategies and command with such confidence as opposed to momo but intelli relies on her plans working seamlessly the way she envisions them in her mind, as opposed to momo who is learning and getting better at thinking outside the box and making spur-of-the-moment decisions? 

you have to admit, intelli and her crew delivered a ton of flair in the short time they were shown and they worked to highlight the growth of not only momo, but also tsuyu, jirou and shoji. 

as for her quirk, yeah, it seems pretty vague with how drinking tea equals big brain moments but me and andra want to change that up somehow in our au 👌

and thanks btw, im glad you think my art is cute 😊

[shi-daisy]

Fateful Encounter

Hello everyone! So I likely won’t be able to write anything for tomorrow and so i’ll leave my final day message here. It’s been fun to participate in this year’s Hitsuhina week. Everyone in the fandom is so sweet and talented im glad to be a part of it. I’ll see ya next year form more material on our cute ship.

Ok so onto the fic. This AU is currently in development for me as it will have many ships, but since Toshiro and Momo’s roles are already taken care of, I thought they could be used in this one-shot. In this AU, Toshiro is a barista and Momo is a secretary. They both work at a college. I hope you like!

@hitsuhina-week

Hitsuhina Week Day 6 - Fate/AU

Fateful Encounter

"Yes, Mrs. De La Rosa, I shall take a break but only after I get these reports done. The whole group is depending on them so we must be on time!" Momo had her phone in one hand, her ice coffee on the other and a variety of book bags. As the secretary of the Science department at her college, she needed to make sure everything was ready for the new semester

The coffee shop was full. Many students were struggling to catch up on their subjects, along with teachers making their lesson plans. Momo was careful to evade the tables and get out of there as fast as possible.

She headed for the elevator before it closed however someone was running towards it.

"Keep the door open!"

Momo obeyed, pressing the button until the person came in. He was a boy about two years younger than her, he had white hair and a barista uniform, she recognized him by the name tag.

"Toshiro-san?"

"You remember my name?"

"Of course, you're usually the one who makes my drink. I see you on the daily."

Despite being tired from the run, Toshiro looked happy. "You forgot your change back at the shop."

"Oh, that's right. Thanks for bringing it to me. I'm just really busy."

"I can tell. You look like I do during rush hour."

That made her laugh, but the happiness was short-lived. The elevator made a screeching sound and suddenly stopped, the emergency lights came on

"A blackout?! At this hour?! It can't be. I don't have much time."

She tried to hit the door but nothing happened. Momo began crying.

"Hey hey, no don't cry. People know we're here. My coworkers will call security." Toshiro tried to comfort her, softly patting her back.

Momo hugged him without thinking. "It's just, I have a report to make and- and I have to finish it tonight or-"

"You need to calm down Miss Momo. Look if you have spare paper I can help you. We can work on your report until we get out. Is that ok?"

With the anxiety subsiding Momo nodded. "Ok."

***

'This is why I don't like office work.' Toshiro thought as he finished another page.

He glanced at Momo, the secretary was immersed in her work, even though they were almost finished.

"I'm sorry," she muttered.

"Why do you apologize?"

"Had it not been for me, you wouldn't be trapped in this hunk of metal, writing a report."

"I don't mind. I'm glad I can help you. Besides I needed a break from my boss, she's a chatterbox."

Momo laughed. "I know. Rangiku is very sweet but she's a handful. Can't be worse than working with the wife of your ex-crush."

"Wait, what? How did that happen?"

"I applied to this college because the man I had a crush on was the head of the law faculty. Unfortunately for me, the only job was secretary of the science faculty. I soon found out the head of the faculty was his wife."

"That's rough."

"Not anymore. I've gotten over him. His wife is really sweet and he's happy with her. That's all that matters to me, I'll find someone that wants me one day."

Toshiro bit his lip. He couldn't tell her he'd been secretly crushing on her for months. The secretary was smart, kind, and very cute. Sometimes he felt flustered just by looking at her smile.

"You'll find your prince charming one day. Amazing women like you, will always find a good person."

"Thanks, Toshiro. That's so sweet of you to say."

The lights came back up and the elevator was moving upwards.

"Yes! This is perfect. I'm sure I'll be done with this in half an hour now. Thanks for your help Toshiro-san!" she hugged him.

Toshiro returned the gesture. "No problem. When you're done with the report...can I invite you to lunch?"

"I'd love that."

When the elevator reached the 4th floor, Momo stepped out with her things, she waved goodbye at him.

Toshiro waved back, letting out a sigh once the elevator doors closed. 'Finally, I asked her.'

He felt something in his pocket.

"Dang it, she forgot her change again."

***

"I handed everything to Anna just in time. She was so happy, and then promptly told me to take the rest of the day off."

Rangiku rolled her eyes. "That's cuz you're becoming a workaholic Hinamori-san," Rangiku told her. "I'm happy Annie let you early. Toshiro-san is giddy as hell that you have more time for your 'lunch'"

"Maaaaaatsuuuumooootoooo!!!"

Momo jumped in her seat when she heard Toshiro yell at his boss.

"You better not be telling Hinamori any lies."

"What me? I haven't done anything Shiro~" Rangiku batted her eyelashes a few times and began walking away. "Enjoy yourselves kiddos!"

"Sorry about that. Shall we go?" Toshiro offered his arm. Momo wrapped her arms around his and smiled too.

"Sure! Let's head out."

What started as a stressful morning had become an eventful day thanks to her favorite barista. Maybe this could be the beginning of good things for both of them.

[thisway-imagines]

scattered notes & planned mornings (cupid’s arrow) - frederick

hey hey!!! happy valentines day to the dearest @feelstown!! thank you to the amazing @imaginesforfe and @fire-emblem-drabbles (momo and sydney) for hosting this cupid’s arrow event, and i really do hope you enjoy this, my love <3

let’s get this bread with some modern AU shenanigans uwo

You woke up without Frederick this morning.

On your shared bed, you stretched out lazily as your eyes were still closed, letting out a muffled groan as the early sunlight greeted you as it slipped through the slim openings of the curtains. Hoping to find the warm figure of your boyfriend next to you, you were slightly disgruntled when you could only feel the cold sheets and empty space beside you. That was when you decided to open your eyes a little bit; your vision was hazy as your eyes started to adjust to the light in the room, but after a while, you finally decided to sit up when the drowsiness started to go away when you rubbed your eyes a little. 

Turning around to check Frederick’s side of the bed, you let out a small smile when you realized how neat his side was. There weren’t any creases there (not counting the ones you made when you stretched out an arm to check on him), and his pillow was the same.

But there was a small note on his pillow.

Now curious, you shifted yourself into a more proper position to get the note, leaning onto the bed frame as you read:

I always love to start off my day by waking up to see your peaceful expression. It brings happiness to my mornings all the time, [Name].

A small flush rushed onto your face, covering your face with your hand as you giggled at the note. Looking at the curly and proper handwriting, you were sure that this Frederick’s handiwork. With a grin on your face, you called out:

“Frederick? Where are you, you big dork?”

You were greeted with silence.

Huh, you thought, has he already gone to work? Frederick usually shakes me awake before he goes... Your musings trailed off as you gazed at the note again, admiring your boyfriend’s neat handwriting and heartwarming note. I can’t believe he’s so busy, yet he always tries so hard to have some time off with me. Slapping your head lightly, you let out a fond giggle - your Frederick was truly a handful. 

A blessed handful, that is.

As you sat there and looked at the note, you realized you couldn’t just stay in bed the entire day - your stomach grumbled in hunger in response to that thought, and you let out a sigh.

Kicking off the sheets from your bed (it’s fine, you could fold them later anyway), you started your lazy walk towards the bathroom - the note was still in your hand, the sticky side stuck loosely against your fingers as you held up your hand to cover the yawn that escaped from your mouth.

As you arrived in the bathroom, you stuck the note from the bed onto the door carefully as if to not let it fall off. Going up to the sink to wash your face, you turned on the tap as you collected the water into your palms, splashing it onto your face as you looked up into the mirror.

There was another note stuck there.

You look breathtaking no matter what, even if it’s when you just woke up, my love.

This time, you made no attempt to hold back your sudden laughter. Frederick was always such a cheesy person, never being able to hold back his compliments around you (no matter how awkward they were). Turning around so you could reach out for the towel, you realized there was already another note stuck right beside the towel rack. Quickly rubbing your face and hands dry with a towel, you read what was on the third note.

I’m glad you enjoy my breakfasts so much. I made you your favorite this morning, with the eggs just like how you like them.

Your heart swelled in affection.

Sitting yourself down on the table with your breakfast already made for you (you realized it was still warm - he must have made it earlier). Digging into the delicious meal in front of you, that was when you realized another note had been stuck onto the chair that Frederick would often sit during meals with you. 

You’re my favorite person to talk with during small moments like these.

As you walked around the house that day, there were various notes stuck all over the house from your boyfriend - the trail seemed endless. There was one stuck onto the fridge, one on the washing machine, some on the entrance of the doors, one on the TV, on your laptop... You were curious about how much time he had spent on preparing this morning for you, for you flushed and laughed at every note you found when you did your daily chores and tasks around.

Dear, I hope that you never bring home bear meat home to serve me - I’ll tell you the story another time.

Listening to your little commentary as we watch through the movies is always entertaining. You look rather cute while you go off on such a random tangent like that.

I like it when you wrinkle your nose up in concentration while you do work. It’s one of the cute quirks you have, [Name].

There were already at least 20 notes in your pocket at the moment. As you peeled the final note (well, so you at least thought it was the final one after scavenging the house for notes in every nook and cranny possible) from your laptop, you cozied into the couch comfortably after a morning full of surprises every corner. Although you had opened your laptop for work, you sat down for a while to think - and settled your laptop next to you as you dug into your pockets to look at all the notes again. 

You held so much love for Frederick. For every single note he stuck onto the walls or furniture of your home, you felt your heart soar in response to them - he was obviously just as enamored with you as you did with him. You couldn’t be any luckier to have been able to meet with Frederick, waiting every afternoon patiently for him to come home so you would be able to run into his arms and plant small kisses all over his face-

The sound of keys being inserted into your apartment home was heard, and you jumped up from your position immediately. The door creaked open slightly as Frederick started opening the door, and your eyes widened as the familiar baritone voice called out to you.

“[Name], I’m home-”

You didn’t waste any time running towards the entrance and crashing yourself into him when the door finally opened wide - he’s finally arrived, and you couldn’t be happier than to see his arrival home as you peppered kisses all over his red face.

Frederick was especially shy to be receiving such affection from you outside your apartment (where everyone could see you joyfully smooching his face from here), but nonetheless wrapped his arms around you in response to your rushed hug. “Did you miss me, my love?” Your boyfriend had the gall to tease, his chuckles rumbling against your figure as he picked you up and carried you into your home, turning around quickly just to close and lock the door behind him.

“Well, now you have my undivided attention,” Frederick laughs as you come to hug him again, “I reckon you’ve seen all the notes?”

“Yeah!” You replied warmly, a smile gracing your features as you looked up to the love of your life. “They’re wonderful.”

He looked down at you, and leaned down to peck your lips.

And as you broke away from the kiss, you continued: “You’re wonderful.”

Frederick laughed once more, looking into your eyes adoringly before planting a kiss onto your cheek. His eyes suddenly widened in realization as if he had almost forgotten something and quickly removed himself from the hug so he could retrieve something from his bag.

“You’ve got something for me again?” You asked incredulously, now peering inside the bag to fish for any clues on what it might be. He swatted you away playfully as you backed off while laughing. “You didn’t need to, y’know.”

The brown-haired man shushed you at first, but didn’t give you a reply immediately as Frederick focused on finding the item buried deep somewhere in his bag - but he eventually replied: “Of course I need to. You deserve everything and more, my dearest [Name].”

Now stunned into silence, you felt your face flush (you didn’t keep track of how many time this man had caused you to feel like this today already, but you knew it was a lot) as you looked into the wooden tiles of your floor, now shy in front of him. But the sounds of Frederick rummaging through his bag eventually stopped, and you felt a hand tilt up your chin to look at your lover.

“I have your final note, [Name]. Would you be a dear and read it as I prepare for tonight?”

You felt your face go redder than usual as he places your gift into your hands carefully, giving your cheek a small smooch before heading off into the kitchen.

As you finally looked down at your hands, Frederick had placed a heart-shaped box in them with a heart-shaped sticky note stuck right on top with his own handwriting, adorned with even more silly hearts doodled onto it.

Happy Valentines Day, my dearest, and most precious [Name]. I love you more than I can ever show or tell you.