#instead of quietly enduring the pain like a true hero

[chaossery]

The epilogue made me reevaluate this panel of Hawks, the framing of Twice's murder, and, in fact, the story's stance on extrajudicial killings as a whole.

For the longest time, I thought the way Hawks was drawn here - pitch black and inducing a certain sense of dread within the reader (kinda like a villain) - was a very unsubtle hint that what Hawks was doing here wasn't right, it wasn't heroic. It was something we readers shouldn't endorse.

But, perhaps this panel was supposed to depict only Twice's view of Hawks - not the story's, not Horikoshi's, only Twice's…

Like many others, I thought the aftermath of Hawks killing Twice would lead to an interesting development of Hawks' character, him struggling with killing such a "good guy", asking himself whether he truly made the right choice, questioning the origin of villains. It would also lead to the hero kids starting to question things: the whole hero system, hero society's handling of villains, the choices made by the adults around them, etc. How could it come to this, a hero killing someone, when heroes are supposed to save people?

But none of the kids were ever shown to spare this issue a thought.

Sometime after the first war, Midoriya - our moral compass in this story - was more concerned with Lady Nagant killing the former president of the HPSC, allying herself with All For One, and having lost her faith in heroes rather than her extrajudicial killings. His biggest takeaway from her story was that things aren't black and white - that's all. No dismay at the HPSC's crimes, no engaging with hero society's dark sides. Nothing.

And now, without ever really reflecting on the decisions he made regarding Twice, without ever showing any doubt in his righteousness, Hawks has become the new president of the HPSC and seems to be living his best life.

What does that say about the story's stance on extrajudicial killings? No character on the heroes' side ever condemns them, not even Deku, our moral compass. Thus, I have to assume that the author himself doesn't condemn them.

It's sad, but sometimes it can't be helped - extrajudicial killings are a necessary evil.

Maybe Horikoshi doesn't really think like this, but the way things are framed tells a different story. (Not to mention the parallels between Deku killing Tomura and Hawks killing Twice.)

[salemwritesxx]

𝓽𝓼𝓾𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓪.

𝕋 𝕒 𝕜 𝕒 𝕞 𝕚  𝕂 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕠 | ℍ 𝕒 𝕨 𝕜 𝕤

     ⇴ male reader [25, Vigilantes, quirkless]      ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↳ request: Add on to the ask my bad! {Vigilante reader instead of hero-: When hawks found out he was expecting a baby he immediately kept it a secret from the reader and his friends. Since he doesn't want the hero commission/the public to catch wind of it cause it'll put both of their lives at risk also the public wouldn't be happy to know that their hero is in a relationship with someone who isn't a female- {{Angst!- The hero commission isn't supportive of hawks love life and unborn child_ if they found out about it, they'll probably blackmail the reader into doing their dirty work in exchange for hawks life.) But,, he soon tells the reader after being confronted about his change of behavior and appearance. About 3-4 months into the pregnancy. Time skip to where the kid is born- happy ending🤙🏾

↣ rating: general audiences ↣ warnings: mpreg, size / height difference, lil’ bit of angst with happy ending, discussion of abortion

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“No… No, no, no. Fuck!”, he cursed quietly.

Staring in disbelief at the little plastic strip, he put it besides two others. All three of them were positive. There was no doubt. Hawks was… pregnant.

Falling back onto the closed toilet seat, he sighed deeply as tears welled up in his eyes. Keigo wasn’t one to cry easily, but right now everything broke apart. How would everyone react? How would the HPSC react? How would you react? Right now, it seemed like his past was catching up to him, what if everything turned out the same? What if history repeated itself? Would his unborn child have to endure so much as well? Wouldn’t it be better, if it was never born-

“Keigo?”, your voice made him snap out of his dark thoughts.

“[Your.name]?”, hastily wiping his tears and pushing the pregnancy tests into the trash, he tried his best to sound calm.

“So you’re here! I was worried, Kei! You ignored my calls.”, when he came out, you stood there leaning against the wall, a worried expression on your face.

“Ah, no. I was just busy, you know? HPSC needed me again today.”, Kei tried his best to lie and put on his best fake smile.

But you still found it suspicious.

“Are you okay, Baby?”, taking a step towards him, your big hand cupped his cheek and your thumb gently wiped over his red, swollen undereye.

Had he been crying? Keigo? That’s rare.

“I am fine, [Your.name], I am fine. What about you though?”, he kept smiling when he pushed away your hand and walked past you into the kitchen.

“I haven’t heard from you in a while, too, ya know?”

“Ah…”, was the only sound you made as you shyly scratched your neck.

“That’s true. I’m sorry if I worried you, Kei. It’s just… I had to hide for a few days. The police were especially pesky and I couldn’t risk being caught.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”, he waved aside, “It’s not like I was worried. I know you can handle yourself just fine.”

This was the last thing you thought you would hear from him, leaving you confused and maybe a little… hurt? Sure, you chose to be a Vigilantes and go out at night to take care of some things your own, but to think your boyfriend wasn’t even worried about you while doing so? Maybe he really did despise what you did and he just never said so out loud. Until now, he had never commented on the illegal things you did, because ultimately, you never destroyed anything and just helped the less unfortunate people, but maybe…

After all, you worried about him constantly and he was a licensed pro-hero, still – many things could happen. Like that, you had a weird feeling that Hawks was not fine at all despite him claiming he was.

And while normally, your little reunion would have been much different, Kei just couldn’t think about anything at that point. All he was thinking about was the baby growing inside of him and what he should do about it…

-

As weeks went by, you noticed Hawks was changing. His excuse of being “bloated” was weird and got old quickly. Furthermore had your relationship taken a big hit. Few kisses and almost no touching. It almost seemed like he was uncomfortable constantly. You wondered what it all was about. Was it just over? Did your relationship just slip right through your fingers and you couldn’t do anything about it?

Usually, when you were both home, the apartment was filled with dumb laughter. It was so nice being around you, but all Keigo was in the past few weeks was anxious, quiet and easily agitated. His home was his safe place, it’s where he could forget everything and relax. Not think about his work, about the HPSC, but with your child growing consistently, it was harder and harder to relax. In just a few weeks, someone who had a keen eye could probably tell that he wasn’t “bloated” anymore. Instead, he didn’t know what to do anymore.

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Then, one day, it must have been around the fourth month of his pregnancy, someone rang the doorbell in the middle of the night. First, Keigo wanted to ignore it, however, as they kept ringing, a thought popped into his head. He hadn’t seen you in about a week, which wasn’t unusual per se as you had to hide from time to time, but for you to not contact him at all was a little… odd. Were you in trouble? Did they find about your connection to him?

Hence, with his own feather in his hand, he was ready to defend himself as he made his way to the door. The rain was drumming against the windows mercilessly. Perfect distraction if someone wanted to raid him.

Though, when he swung open the door, ready to cut anyone and anything, it all came differently. A large body was leaning against the side of the door.

“[Your.name]!”, his golden eyes widened as your own [eye.color] ones looked quite lifeless.

Before Hawks could do anything, you couldn’t hold yourself upright anymore, thus falling through the opened door. Quickly reacting, he caught you, but being so much smaller than you, his feathers had to help lift you and get you inside his apartment. Only then, when he pulled his hands back did he realize what was on his hands and what he had thought to be water, was actually blood.

His heart dropped into the pit of his stomach. Rushing to your side, he literally ripped open your black coat and what was underneath, revealing a gaping wound on your side.

“Kei…”, you suddenly croaked, trying to reach out your hand, which he immediately grabbed and squeezed tightly.

“Don’t talk, [Your.name]! Everything will be alright, okay?!”, he visibly panicked.

He could hide his feelings very well. At least usually. But not this time. Maybe it was because he was hormonal due to the pregnancy, but just the thought of losing you made him cry. Hastily standing back up, he rushed into the bathroom to grab some towels and into the bedroom to get his phone.

“I… I didn’t know… where else to go… Kei…”, you coughed up a bit of blood, even though he had told you to not talk anymore.

“I know, I know. It’s okay, Baby.”, hugging you against his chest, all he could do was sob, “Everything will be alright, okay?!”

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With a thumping heart, Hawks stood in front of the door for a few moments, before he knocked and entered eventually.

“Oh! Kei!”, you were just eating your pudding.

“[Your.name]!”, without holding back, he rushed towards your bed and jumped you.

However, hearing your painful whimper due to the ecstatic hug, he immediately pulled back with a small “I’m sorry.”

You, however, just shook your head and put the pudding and spoon away before gesturing him to come closer again.

“No, it’s okay, come here.”, you said with a soft smile as you pulled him in again.

Keigo just following your movement, scooching closer and in the end, hugging you again when you wrapped your own bandaged arms around him. You were so much more beat up than he initially thought…

“Thank you for saving me, Baby. I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“You did!”, sitting back up, his golden eyes were shimmering, “I was so worried about you.”

“Ehh? Didn’t you say you weren’t worried about me a few months ago?”, you just teased him, but Keigo was hormonal and highly stressed, so he reacted way too violently when tears welled up in his eyes.

“I know… But you know I like to talk big sometimes.”, he sniffled.

Quickly, you reached out to softly cup his face and wipe away the tears.

“I know. Hey… Kei. Tell me what’s going on, hm?”

“Huh?”, his golden eyes widened a bit as he stared at you.

“Baby… I know something’s going on. Things haven’t been normal lately and you act different, too. Tell me, if it’s something I did, I can change. I will do anything, but please be honest with me already… Last night, I thought, that’s it. I thought I’d die with things being so weird between us. It was horrible to think about it…”

Looking around for a moment, you were the only one in this room and even if it wasn’t the best location to finally say it out loud, Keigo just couldn’t continue to lie. He had wanted to get an abortion three times and canceled every time because he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Clearly, he wanted this baby. And he wanted you to know, it was just all so… complicated.

“Kei…”, you squeezed his hand one more time.

“Okay…”, sitting down on the bed properly, his other hand reached out as well, needing every bit of comfort and support he could get.

“I…”, biting his lip, he hesitated for a moment before looking up and straight into your eyes, “I am pregnant.”

Your eyes widened and for a second, you just stared at him in disbelief.

“Wait… you…? Really?”

“Yeah…”

“Oh my God… that explains a lot.”, you kind of laughed while shaking your head, but then you realized something.

“Wait… How long...?”

“17th week… Do you not understand, [Your.name]? I am pregnant.”

“Yes, I understand quite well and I think that’s amazing.”, you squeezed his hands again, a big smile on your lips.

“No, no! You don’t get it, [Your.name]!”, Hawks then suddenly stood up, “This is not amazing. Do you know what that means?”, he sighed and rubbed his eyes.

“Kei…”

“We are fucked, [Your.name]. Do you know what happens when the HPSC or the public finds out? Let alone who the father is? What if… What if our baby has to endure everything I had to endure? What if… I become like them? Or what if the HPSC finds out and takes them away from us?”, his voice broke a little at the end, just imagining it…

“Keigo, hey.”, you turned around and placed your feet onto the ground, sitting on the edge of the bed, hence why you could take his hands again and pull him closer.

“You will never become like them.”, you cupped his face, gently wiping the tears away from the corner of his eyes.

“And, Kei, you already made a decision, no? You want to keep the baby – our baby – right? It’s already the fourth month…”

“I do… But… I don’t know what I should do. I am not myself, [Your.name]. I keep crying over stupid things, I can't concentrate when I’m doing my work and I am always scared someone finds out.”, eventually, you pulled him onto your lap, though he was careful not to hurt your side.

“I know you’re scared, Baby. I am too, but we can do it. Together. I will be with you every step. I will protect you.”

“[Your.name]…”, wrapping his arms around you, he buried his face in the nook of your neck, his small frame shaking.

“It’s okay. I’m here, Kei. And I won’t go, ever. We will do it together. And I promise… I promise I will stop going out during the night.”, you whispered this promise into his ear, earning his small sniffles as he clung to you.

“Our baby doesn’t have to grow up in isolation because of my recklessness. I will become a good father. They will have a great life, okay, Kei? We can do it. Whatever the HPSC throws at us, we will deal with it, together. I promise they won’t grow up like you had to.”

The last thing surely broke him as Hawks barely whispered a “Mhm.” back. But at the same time he was smiling, so grateful he was finally able to let you know as the last few months were really straining.

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“I wish you were never born! You are a nuisance! You keep me from being free!”

“Why did I not get an abortion? Why did I do this to myself? You good for nothing!”

“-go! -igo! Keigo!”, his golden eyes opened at last.

Breathing heavily and with beads of sweat running down his temple, Hawks stared at you for a moment. Still not really sure what just happened the realization sank in little by little. A dream.

“[Your.name]…”

“Hey, I’m here. It’s okay now.”, you whispered and gently kissed him, before hugging him tightly.

Melting into your arms instantly, he buried his face at your chest as one hand reached down to his growing belly. He would probably pop soon.

“It’s weird… I haven’t thought or dreamt about them in over ten years and now… ever since I found out I’m pregnant… I …”, he mumbled more than anything, glad you were there to hold him.

“I know.”, was the only thing you whispered back while gently caressing his back.

When the HPSC trained him, he forgot, or rather suppressed most of his abusive and traumatic childhood. Maybe it was because he worried so much about your little baby that it all came crashing down on him eventually. But he would never become like them.

“Oh-“, both of you felt a little kick, making you giggle.

“Seems like our little baby girl wants to cheer you up as well.”, you whispered and nuzzled his head with your own while your hand reached out to his belly as well, softly caressing it.

“Seems like it.”, Keigo finally smiled a little.

“We will protect her.”, he quietly said after stealing a soft kiss from you.

“We will. And hey, the public took it really well when we outed us. The HPSC can’t do shit to hurt us anymore.”

“Yeah, I know. Thank God.”, cupping your cheek, Kei pulled you down again, before whispering against your lips, “Thank you.”

“Mhmh, for what?”, you chuckled and kissed him again, making him also giggle.

“Just… for everything. I love you, [Your.name].”

Smiling softly at him, you pecked his lips again and whispered an, “I love you too.”

For a few moments, it was quiet as you just cuddled and tried to calm down the excited little girl who was kicking and punching Hawks.

“Say… how do you feel, though? You haven’t been out in-“, but another kiss stopped him from continuing.

“I am perfectly fine, Shortcake. It… was hard, but it was the right decision. You are more important than anything or anyone else, and now with our little nugget growing… what we have is just so much more important to me than vigilante justice.”

The smile that spread across his face was truly warming your heart. It was the right decision and you wouldn’t regret it. You knew how hard his childhood was and you didn’t want that for your baby girl. She should be able to proudly say who her parents were and for that reason, you couldn’t continue your former lifestyle.

After sharing a few more kisses, Hawks then asked for cuddles, which you happily agreed to. Hence letting him shift positions and turn around, careful not to hit you with his wings, he hugged his pregnancy pillow. And then, you slipped your own arms around him, hugging him carefully and littering small kisses onto his neck.

He was so small in your arms, but that’s what he had loved from day one on. Keigo felt protected and loved when he was in your arms.

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Calling out for you, Keigo carried the groceries into the kitchen, just to bite his lip instantly when he saw you laying on the sofa. Your little baby girl sprawled out on top of your broad chest, sleeping. Once Hawks came a little closer, he realized you were sleeping as well, thus with a soft smile he just kneeled down in front of the sofa.

“What would I do without you, [Your.name]? You two are seriously the light of my life.”, he thought with a big smile on his lips.

To think he was so incredibly sad when he found out, he couldn’t be more happier now. Everything turned out alright after all, just like you said. Leaning in, Hawks gently kissed his baby girl’s forehead before standing up again, leaving you and Tsubasa alone – at least that was his intention.

However, a soft tug on his clothes made him stop. And a glance back made him smile and turn once more, following your movement and laying down beside you, softly tucked under your arm, just where he belonged.

There were no words needed as you softly kissed him before your head fell back into the pillow. Your arm securely holding him and Tsubasa and just like that, you were able to hold the whole world in your arms.

And it certainly wasn’t any different for Keigo.

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@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works

⇻ salem.talks: I think I repeat myself every time I write for him but… KEIGO IS SO TINY ovo probably cuz I absolutely adore the EndHawk ship and their size difference gives me life? so I cannot help but make it happen when I write x reader with kei. like I can just dream of being as tall and buff as endeavor lmao but yeah this was nice I love preggo hawks!

[apocalypticgargoyle]

meet clay, he knows how you'll die.

intro filler chapter sorry

☾ pairing: dream x reader

☾ cw: interact at your own risk; contains graphic depictions of various character death and violence, suicide, blood, gore, and other triggering material. angst, language, guns, adult content, mentions of sex, slow burn friends to lovers

☾ wc: ~4100

Clay pulled the strap of his backpack further on his shoulder as he wove through the mindless sea of college students, eyes scanning the crowd for you, his best friend and the only person he could stand at the early hour. His knuckles flashed white as he sighed, taking the blunt impact of someone walking into him. He removed one of his headphones, mumbling a quick apology and swatting off the enthusiastically apologetic sophomore girl. All he could focus on was how much she bit her lip as she stammered on about not seeing him. It wasn’t alluring to him when most girls tried to sway his affections by looking at him with a puppy dog expression; all his mind drifted to was the dead skin across the body of her lower lip.

He finally nodded and reinstated his headphone, turning on his heel and heading for the front of the building. He received a few greetings from his peers as they crossed his path, people who shared past lectures with him and who had cheated off of him during exams. He wasn’t popular by any means, but he stayed out of people’s business and didn’t express his opinions loudly, so people tended to like him. The autumn breeze picked up as he stood in the dwellings of political science majors on the front lawn, acting as if they hadn’t seen one another in years when it had been only a few days. Clay absent-mindedly looked down at his cellphone, flipping through music as he leaned against the cool brick of the hall’s facade, waiting for you to find him.

Clay’s usual brooding manner was often off-putting to outsiders, with the careless-hollow look in his eyes giving bystanders the impression that he was nothing but a machiavellian. But you always saw the brightness in him; the side that you always experienced was specifically for you, and he made sure to keep it that way. You had wedged herself into his life and he was ever grateful for the love you had given him.

Despite the understood truth between the two of you that nothing was to be left unsaid, Clay still found himself keeping one of the most important aspects of his character unknown to you. His bloodcurdling secret was his own curse, something that would only be poison for another soul to know.

“What’s up, stud?” Somehow a flush of relief rippled through Clay’s body as his eyes locked to yours, pulling him from his isolated shell. Your hair looked brighter today against the dark hoodie peeking out from beneath an all too familiar bomber jacket. The wind fluffed your locks slightly as you continued towards him.

His eyebrows perked up as if to signal he was attempting to downplay his excited demeanor. “Stud, huh?” You smirked at his response, taking one of his headphones and putting it in your own ear, her face angled up to Clay as you waited to recognize the song, swaying slightly.

He chuckled as you shrunk away from him after muttering the song’s artist disappointedly and rolling your eyes, pulling on his hoodie pocket to follow you. As chaotic as his life often felt, he could always rely on the consistency of you. You usually attached yourself to one of his backpack straps, handles, his belt loop, or ended up under his arm, wedged against his side. It had gotten to the point that he felt naked if you weren’t within arm’s length of him, which was rare for the two of you. “So, I have something for you.” He smugly looked down at you, green eyes masking a hidden sparkle as you handed him a can of root beer, making him chuckle.

“Aren’t you sweet?” He popped the tab, taking a sip as you waved at a group of girls passing the two of you before slipping your hand against the crook of his elbow where his hoodie sleeves were pushed back.

“Actually, I was hoping it could be payment for later. I need to head over to the cemetery for some rubbings. History 270 has me getting into some weird shit, huh?” He laughed again at you, offering you the drink.

“And you need wheels?” You nodded and smiled politely at him, beaming at his words. “Yeah, alright. I have to sketch something for art anyway.” He thought about the week’s assignment and then about your little project he had dealt with the prior year. You had acted like the two of you hadn’t been to the cemetery on a regular basis, but he was grateful that you wanted him to come along with you.

You quietly jumped once. “You are my hero in faded denim, Clay. You know that, right?”

The two of you parted ways to your select destinations, one of Clay’s least favorite parts of the day, which was only solidified as he sunk into his seat and attempted to look equipped for the lecture. He spotted an unfamiliar kid shaking his knee in a distant section of the classroom. In any other circumstance, he wouldn’t have thought twice, but the sie of the class had given him the pleasantries of getting his own personal curse out of the way on the first day.

He carefully watched the boy speak smugly to a few of the more athletic kids in the room. One of the athletes pointed to the general direction Clay was sitting in and they all moved towards him. He, yet again, took out his headphones, knowing full well that they would be talking to him for the rest of the class.

“Oi, Shaman,” one of the main guys greeted Clay like they always did: a strange pattern of slapping and shaking his hand. He was thankful he had gotten all of their first impressions months prior and didn’t have to worry about getting their scenarios again, but he geared up to meet the new kid.

“How are you, Punz?” Clay took a deep breath as the new kid was gestured to and brought into the light.

“This is Mark. He’s a transfer from one of the commuter campuses. Mark, this is the mastermind you pay for notes.”

Clay sarcastically smiled at Punz. “My, you flatter me more than any girl. Nice to meet you, man.” As soon as he touched Mark’s hand, Clay’s mind flashed to a dingy-looking barn out in the middle of nowhere before an older man in his mid-thirties came into view with a lever-action rifle in his hand. In another flash, Clay was in front of the man, now kneeling with the gun in his mouth, red, blurry eyes looking straight through Clay. A pang of guilt broke open in Clay’s stomach as he pushed against the handguard lever and pulled it back into place, squeezing the trigger and sending Ckay back to the class. He let out a sigh and fought to plaster one of his less absent smiles.

“Speaking of our lovely girls, Mark here has a question about her.” Clay’s head tilted towards Mark, not exactly squaring up to him, but sending him an amused look as if to warn him not to cross a line, knowing full-well this conversation would somehow involve you. “We all know that no guy would ever intrude on her without your blessing, but Mark sat near her on the bus before his first class and was thinking about asking her out.”

Clay bit back a laugh, feeling like the Vito Corleone. “Well, you know her, Punz, and you know she would be mortified if I told some guy to fuck off, so I would just ask her yourself?” Oh, how desperately Clay wanted to bash Mark for not even telling Clay himself and the fact that the boy before him was nowhere near your type, but Clay knew better than to burn bridges and he felt bad for the way Mark would meet his end.

Nobody, not even you, knew about Clay’s gift. In the going-on-five years of knowing you, he came breaths away from letting his secret slip but has always kept it hidden, hoping to bury it with him after being married to you for forty happy years.

The visions started around his fifth-grade year, beginning with vivid dreams of dying in the midst of the Civil War, feeling the warm gushing of blood leaving his system, and the stabbing pain of being shot multiple times beside a woman who oddly looked enough like you that he almost called out your name. He had lived what he presumed to be his death in the life before this one several times, each vision taking him a few clicks further.

Soon, he found himself catching glimpses of others’ deaths before they happened as soon as they touched him, but thankfully it was usually over with no time passing and he only endured the visions once for each person, fate having already sealed itself. The only person who seemed to mix him up was you.

It was love at first sight for him, but as soon as you touched his arm, bleak snapshots of a boating accident raced into his mind, only to have to re-experience the scenario a few months later with you stepping in front of a train. Even as a measly high school freshman, he promised himself that there was no way he was letting you die in the gruesome manners being predicted to you. He didn’t think changing fate was possible until he witnessed you in action. He hated seeing you so young in each of the glimpses, tearing him to shreds as he knew time and time again that there was no way he could change what was meant to be.

There were even times when he quietly promised you that he’d die by your side if he couldn’t stop it.

As his lecture let out, Clay found you tucked into a corner of the library, smiling to yourself silently as knew you had finally found what you were looking for in one of the massive books before you. There were many moments like this that Clay wished he could pause and remember for the rest of his life. He was proud that you were there for him even though you could have left instead of playing your own little game of library scavenger hunts.

Since knowing you, he had taken note of how you treated other boys, usually as first dates and never true pick-ups. You didn’t care if they called you the next day or not and he was sure you had never even been kissed before. Something about your guys’ relationship gave others the nod to leave it the fuck alone, and that your heart truly belonged to Clay; a responsibility he wished didn’t plague you with. Despite this, he couldn’t bring himself to be with you, only worried that what you had would be destroyed because he knew that as soon as he told you about his gift, you might leave.

You always brought a bag of marbles and a bouquet of flowers to the cemetery. You loved to find the tombstones that looked neglected or ones with older dates, knowing that the possibility of having family members who remembered the person was lower. The trees in the graveyard were reds and yellows with the changing season, leaves scattered over the grass, naturally piling in large masses. This was your favorite for how neglected it seemed to always be. You had a knack for making inanimate objects and lost souls feel loved; Clay often feeling like he was one of these disembodied figures.

Clay leaned his back against one of the massive trees a few paces from the tombstone you had picked, smiling as he watched you carry out her routine. He flipped to a clean page in his sketchbook as you sat cross-legged in front of the great stone resting place, pulling the long-dead flowers from the concrete gauntlet and replenishing a few flowers in their place while setting an equal number of marbles along the grass line of the stone. A daisy was tucked behind your ear as you ran her fingers against the worn chiseling of the dates, smiling slightly. He began to sketch you out. Your eyes drifted to him before the corners of your mouth curled up into a smirk and you returned to her previous position, straightening your shoulders. “Who is it?” He asked, blending a rough edge with the pads of his finger as you tilted your head at the script carvings.

“George McAfee. Born 1926. Died 1963.” The wind picked up, blowing your hair away from your face as you pulled your jacket closer around you. “What was happening in 1963?” You turned your head to him momentarily before looking back at the lucky man. “I mean besides Beatlemania and JFK’s assassination?”

Clay outstretched one of his legs, swallowing as he thought, his eyes fluttering from the page in front of him to you. “Well, Alcatraz was shut down, Studebaker stopped production, the USSR sent the first woman into space…” he trailed off, watching you as the gears began to spin in your head.

“Do you think he died in the Coliseum explosion?” You wet your lips and he couldn’t help but smile at you.

“Maybe he died in the USS Thresher sinking?” He was thankful that he could capture your thoughtful gaze in this picture.

“You’re smart, Dream. Have I ever told you that?” He chuckled at the sigh in your voice. He detailed the bomber jacket you were wearing---which you’d stolen from his closet god knows when---a bit as you placed a piece of paper over the engraving and rubbed a crayon against the stone, his name coming to life on the paper as you came to life on Clay’s. It didn’t matter why you two would be in the cemetery, you always had a type of bond with the dead, surprising Clay due to how bright you were and your power of holding onto so much compassion. He threw his sketchbook into his backpack and slug in over his shoulder, moving to help you up. You decided to give the rest of the flowers to George as Clay stood next to you, gazing down at his grave.

A high-pitched moan startled the two of you, snapping your heads to look over the hedges separating your section of graves and the one beside it. Clay’s eyes widened as they fell to a girl in all black with porcelain skin propped on top of one of the tombstones. You clasped your hand over his mouth pulling him onto the ground next to you as you peered through a hole in the bushes. His mind noticed your arms first. One of them was secured over his chest and the other wrapped around his shoulder from beneath his arm, holding onto him as he steadied himself in the weird crouching position. “Are you enjoying this?” He jeered, looking over his shoulder slightly as he heard you snicker. The girl began to ride the stone harder.

“How many times in your life are you going to see a girl humping a gravestone? Honestly, Clay, how many?” He shook his head as you both looked at the girl, giggling to yourselves. You dug her face into his shoulder trying to stifle the next laugh trying to rip through your body as the gothic girl moaned, letting out more labored breaths. Clay’s face contorted into a twisted look of disgust as the girl tugged on her own hair. “Oh, do you think that hurts?” You took the words out of his mouth, tightening your arms around him as he shrugged.

“I doubt it’s any rockier than sex with a human.” He bit his lip, a hollow sound interrupting him quietly laughing at his own joke as you thumped him in the chest. The girl moaned louder. “Alright, she’s climaxing. I’m uncomfortable now.” Clay stood and Willow popped up next to him, lacing your fingers with his, bringing color back to his cheeks as you slipped the remaining marbles into his pocket.

“Oh, hi!” In the midst of holding hands with you again and trying to slink back to his car, he hadn’t even realized that the moaning had stopped. The girl now stood near the two of you in what seemed to be a black slip. Clay found it hard to make direct eye contact with her. “Are you guys looking for someone?”

“We were, but we couldn’t find him so-” you began, gesturing for Clay’s car and pulling him next to you.

“Well, I can help. Who are you looking for?” A thousand sarcastically vulgar comments ran through Clay’shead but his eyes flickered from her face to the tombstone she was on previously.

“Uh, my grandpa. His name was Rupert Daniels,” Clay managed to choke out. Your nails dug into his arm while your hand squeezed his. The girl looked around at the surrounding stones.

“I don’t see him right now, but I can look?” You both shook your heads quickly and muttered various responses before finally slipping away from her and getting into his car. Neither of you said anything as you pulled off the gravel driveway until crossing the railroad tracks when Clay burst out laughing.

“Do you think she even knew who it was she was gettin’ it on with or did she just pick somewhere random?” Clay laughed harder at your stunned response. “I’m serious. Clay, what the fuck. How can someone even get off in a cemetery?”

“I don’t know, man. Would you hook up with someone in a cemetery?” Clay quipped, wiggling his eyebrows at you, causing you to laugh. You dug into his console, pulling out a bag of M&Ms you had stashed in there last week, popping one in your mouth.

“Only if it was you.”

He giggled. “Excuse me, what?”

“There are just some things you do with certain people, Dream. You know what I mean.”

“I don’t know if I should be flattered I’m the only one you would have sex with in a cemetery, or like, disgusted?” You laughed at his reaction.

Within ten minutes the sun had begun to set and Clay sang loudly with you to the song playing over the radio as Clay sped along one of the county roads near your apartment complex, not wanting the night to end. He loved these moments with you. You turned down the radio and threw your hair back into a ponytail. “So, what do you think of that new kid, Mark?” Something in Clay shifted, taking away the free feeling he had recently possessed next to you. He thought carefully.

He chewed his bottom lip. “Depends on what you think?”

“Well, he seems like a wannabe Punz. And he asked me out. Naturally, I said ‘yes’ because maybe he’s different?” Clay chuckled at your sarcasm, putting his car in park on the side of the street your flat was on and getting out with you. The radio still hummed in the air lowly. “He insisted on Friday, though.” Clay dramatically acted like you had stabbed him in the heart, even though it did hurt. Friday night was their night. It had been a running tradition for movie night every Friday since your freshman year and you had never canceled on Clay for a date. “I know, I know. But I figured that I’d tell him I had diarrhea when it hit eight o’clock and be over at your place with an extra pizza? Your roommate’s working right?” He chuckled with a nod, walking you up the first three steps to your place as you made it to the concrete landing. You turned to him. “And he said he was taking me somewhere fancy, so I’ll snag you some breadsticks.” He tilted his head at you as you winked at him.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Wanna be Punz might be fun. Maybe I’ll call up Minx and hang out with her?” He joked. Minx was a friend of yours that hung out with the two of you sometimes. He had never really liked her, but she was friends with you and thus he was always civil.

“You’re still my number one, babe.” You pushed him slightly as you climbed a few more steps, leaning on the railing as he waved to leave. “Hey, Dream?” He turned on his heel as you forced yourself to make eye contact. He stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets. “You could kiss me, you know? For science.” You smiled softly at him from where you were perched. He wet his lips as his heart hammered in his chest. He wanted to scale the steps and close the space between you, to knock you off your feet and show you just how much he was in love with you.

He hated himself. “A first kiss should have more magic in it than just for science. As a romantic, you should know first hand.” You smiled at the ground in front of you.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” The two of you seemed to shake off the serious moment as you stuck your tongue out at him and slipped inside your house as both giggled.

“I love you,” he murmured as you left, punching himself in the shoulder as he got back into his car.

Clay’s heartbeat pulsed in his ears, making him truly believe he was going to pass out. He had lost his gun at least a mile back. He was running mindlessly now, not knowing how long or where he was going. He trudged through the forest, hearing dogs barking and gunshots erupting around him, the ringing in his ears building with every step he forced himself to make. He wanted to rip open the front of his jacket to release the body heat drenching his collar, but he didn’t move other than propelling his body further and further away from the soldiers. You ran beside him, holding your skirt up while your hair danced around your shoulders like a great waterfall. As soon as his body felt like it might just give out, he would look at you and somehow find more of a drive to pull forward. His breaths were brittle and hoarse as he drew in borrowed oxygen. His lungs felt shallow like they were giving out on him.

You reached back, grasping his hand and pulling him into a sharp corner, hoping to lose the group. You both had managed to weave into the forest, but the dogs were somehow still picking up on your scent. The pair of you finally came upon a clearing and kneeled down out of sight, spotting a house in the middle of a glen. Bullets were streaming through the air. The forest was catching fire and cannons were echoing through the distant air. You squeezed his hand tightly, looking at him with terror in your eyes. He had gotten the two of you into this mess, but he was glad he was beside you.

He pulled you to your feet as the pair of you sprinted for a distant house. A sharp pain stabbed into Clay’s back, making him drop to the ground. How did he not hear the gun? You dropped to your feet, your eyes welling with tears, ripping at his jacket, but he pushed you off, telling you to leave quickly. He leaned forward, eyes locking on the soldiers in gray coming towards them, reloading their rifles. He groaned, pushing himself up, but only having the same stabbing sensation two more times in his chest. He heard you scream, but he couldn’t see you.

His hands were going numb as he touched where the bullets entered, feeling the warm and sticky crimson substance seep between his fingers. The soldiers reached you before you had made it to the house, pulling you to the ground next to him. You were crying heavily as you looked at him. Everything began to run quiet as you held onto him tightly. You were saying something to him, but he couldn’t hear you. He was only aware of his jacket soaking with blood. He coughed, wanting to tell you he loved you one last time, but you were tugged away from him, pressed to one of the men in gray. He raised a hand to you as you fought against the man. And then everything went dark.

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Episode 12

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(Spoilers for the whole show ahead!)

Even when Wen Chao asks for their swords, Wei Ying is trying desperately to make Lan Zhan look him in the eye to telepathically understand what his soulmate is feeling. Lan Zhan hates it but he has no choice but to cooperate with the enemy. He has withdrawn to himself after the multiple losses he’s faced and being a puppet at the hands of the Wens must be rattling him some more. Even if he wanted to tell Wei Ying everything that’s on his mind, he wouldn’t have been able to find the words to. 

Lucky for him, Wei Ying has an inkling that his Lan Zhan has faced an inexplicable disaster and that’s why he’s behaving this way with him. He knows it doesn’t mean he should stop reaching out. His concern for him leads him to repeatedly seek Lan Zhan’s face, looking for anything that might suggest how he can alleviate his plight.

One of the perks of having Wei Wuxian as your boyfriend is that he was born ready to make a clown out of the most dastardly villains.

Wei Ying Says “Fuck You” In The Name Of Love

Wei Ying has a brilliant idea to talk to Lan Zhan or at least let him know he is not alone.

There is something powerfully impressive and quietly romantic about Wei Ying insulting the Wen clan by reciting the Lan clan’s rules to Wen Chao’s face, on the heels of the former decimating and annexing the latter. Of course Wei Ying is the first one in a room to stand up to a bully and protect the others but Wei Ying knows Lan Zhan’s hands are tied right now, even if he doesn’t know what exactly happened. But that’s okay, because Wei Ying will defend his honor and become Lan Zhan’s hands, his mouth, his everything that delivers the unmistakable “fuck you” on behalf of his family. And he does it in an act of rebellion that originates in the sanctum of love. Understandably, Lan Zhan falls more in love with him.

Wei Ying’s Plan Misfires 

His happiness is short-lived, but honestly who could predict his plan would go like this?

We see that Lan Zhan does want to confide in his soulmate the pain and pressure he’s been dealing with alone the whole time, but it’s too dangerous for them to talk right now. 

Wen Chao carries the same kind of smugness as a prick who’s been waiting to out a gay couple. I mean how awful do you have to be to physically abuse Wangxian for.. being Wangxian? Blatant homophobia right there.

Wei Ying has had enough of Wen Chao’s bullshit and is unafraid to clap back with his signature cheekiness.

When Wei Ying is captured, Lan Zhan blocks the whip coming his way and ends up taking a hit to his injured leg. Wei Ying then wants Wen Chao to come for him instead of Lan Zhan, and we can honestly expect nothing less from Wangxian at this point.

Lan Zhan conquers his silent grieving and mute seething to stand in defiance against Wen Chao. It is worth mentioning that his patience and tolerance can even bear the brunt of a fallen world, but cease to exist the second someone mistreats Wei Ying before his eyes. You know what they say about love being a vicious motivator. His protective stance here screams..

Lan Zhan Holds On To Wei Ying For A Short Span Of Eternity

Wen Chao sure is very curious about the nature of their relationship and unable to fathom what Wei Ying could possibly want with Lan Zhan. He’s already safe and sound with him in Qishan, so if they’re not talking about the Yin Iron, what the hell is it? This inquisition is a bit ridiculous, as if the writer specifically gave him these lines to point out to the audience that Wangxian are being soulmates in love once again.

What Lan Zhan does not say, he makes up for with the million times he reaches for Wei Ying instinctively; spontaneous skinship is one of the ways through which his love for Wei Ying finds expression. It is phenomenal that He Who Does Not Touch People firmly holds on to his lover through this whole monologue that follows.

There are few things in the world that can inspire Lan Zhan’s wrath and protection right now, and Wei Ying commands both so effortlessly. Defeated as he is, for Wei Ying, Lan Zhan is always a man of action. And this action particularly proves his willingness to send packing to hell whoever dares to come close to his lover. I wonder what would’ve happened if Wei Ying hadn’t gone to the dungeon on his own volition.

Wangxian Are Once Again Ready To Risk It All For Each Other

It would’ve been nice to see them get their alone time, but what’s one more complication on the path of true love, right?

If you thought about it, Wangxian’s universe truly conspires to bring them together sometimes. Wen Ning tells Wei Ying everything Lan Zhan wasn’t able to, and Wen Qing does everything in her power to ensure they’re both out of harm’s way. Even when our heroes aren’t able to spend time together, they are being assisted by outside forces that work to ensure their love has a future. There are always people left in the world who are rooting for Wangxian because they’re the good gays guys! 

We are well aware of how deeply and madly Wei Ying loves Lan Zhan, but it is startling all the same that even when he is in physical agony, what infuriates him to the point of madness is the news of Lan Zhan being hurt and his home being burnt down. Wei Ying is also more than willing to endure his pain a while longer if it means Lan Zhan has a shot at getting better.

Wangxian at any given point of time are ready to sacrifice themselves for the other and wage a war against the entire world for wronging the love of their life. That’s what makes these soulmates more unique than most, if not all lovers in fiction. Throughout the story, their romance is subjected to a billion tests and every choice they make is bound to make the viewers cry and highlight the unfairness of the impossible stakes they go through to be with each other. This is no ordinary romance, and that’s why it is all the more fantastic they are able to survive these unthinkable odds and come out shining in the end.

Lan Zhan’s concern and affection for Wei Ying is so open that it bleeds all over our screens. It’s like he looks at the rest of the world with aloof objectivity but the minute his lover comes into his sight, his eyes can bloom only warmth and emotion. Even the vision that touches Wei Ying from afar should be gentle and reverent, fit for holding in sight something precious beyond measure. This can be said about the both of them.

It is when NHS mentions their halcyon days at Cloud Recesses that we realize how their lives have changed irreversibly. Both Lan Zhan and Wei Ying are visibly sadder, like they’re wishing to return to simpler times when courting Lan Zhan was the biggest problem in Wei Ying’s life and fighting his feelings for Wei Ying was Lan Zhan’s. They’ve grown closer since then but the impediments on their road have also grown bigger.

Wei Ying Asks Jiang Cheng To Stay Out Of His Love Life

Lan Zhan keeps walking like #conceal don’t feel but the sad version of WuJi reveals all.

Wei Ying has been growing tired of Jiang Cheng trying to dictate what he should and should not feel or do about things that do not concern him and he rightfully puts him in his place in this scene. Jiang Cheng tells Wei Ying to not choose “someone else” as “we” already have a lot to deal with. He implies Wei Ying shouldn’t help Lan Zhan because he isn’t family and is clearly underplaying his injury despite Wei Ying emphasising its urgency. And Wei Ying is so done with putting up with that kind of negative energy in his love life.

He is quick to silence anyone who thinks they can hold him back from his heart or overstep the boundaries of his relationship with Lan Zhan. And his logic is very sound, for who on earth is capable of stopping Wei Ying from helping him? Not even Lan Zhan! 

Wei Ying breaks free of Jiang Cheng's grip and leaves in Lan Zhan's direction after patronizingly patting his arm. And that is his answer. To him, Lan Zhan isn’t just another person and there is certainly no choice he has to make when it comes to him. It will always be Lan Zhan who is his foremost priority and the rest of the world has to simply get used to being left behind.

We see that he knows Lan Zhan would never ask for help but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t need it. His soulmate will hence always offer it, and if rejected, simply throw him on his back and continue while Lan Zhan informs him once again of how “boring” it is. He doesn’t get to do that, but his sentiment is romantic enough to stay in Lan Zhan’s memory for sixteen years and become an action he boldly reciprocates when Wei Ying comes back.

Wangxian’s Love Story is Truly “Epic”

Episodes 11 and 12 trace the beginnings of the turmoil that will forge Wangxian’s path (and make us weep). Every romance starts from the idyllic state of undisturbed happiness but it seldom remains there through the whole story. And let’s be honest, calamities bring emotional depth and complexity to a plot, exposing that our favorite characters are human, flawed and a lot closer to reality than we imagined. Both the heroes stay loyal to their core values, with the conviction to be fearless in the face of unforeseen adversities in life and love.

And we hope like the hopeless romantics who are in love with the greatest love story ever told, that maybe all the tragedies that are about to befall Wei Ying and Lan Zhan won’t matter one day because their happy ending will heal all wounds. Obstacles will continue to strew our heroes apart and push them towards the other on a loop, but Wangxian are like magnets destined to snap back together. They will ascend beyond the stratosphere of romance, straight to the heavens, because their love’s greatest virtue is that they have each other and know each other more than any two people ever did in all of history. They are devoted to the other unconditionally in soul, mind and body. 

It’s just that our idiot-soulmates take the long way round to realize that their own joint force is capable of annihilating and birthing entire universes, and nothing that ever dared to stand on their path ever stood a chance. And when they do realize that their love is an infinite, impossible force that can bend the laws of nature and be a harbinger of greatness to a world that is doomed to fail, their story is exalted to an epic that doubles as a romance, effectively displacing all the bland, straight examples of love that have infiltrated our past and perpetuated heteronormativity. Because it boasts a love that all of humankind should vie to fashion their lives after and is a true sight to behold - a sight we will rewatch for as long as we live, and bequeath to posterity so they can grow up looking up to Wangxian. Because their love story is the big budget live action fantasy that queer people have been deprived of for so long and is now here to tell us : You should dare to love because it will become your greatest strength. Just like it became Wei Ying and Lan Zhan’s.

[dabis-57th-stitch]

Not So Shy(Tamaki x Dom!Reader )

After at least 3 weeks working on this fic it’s finally done. Kinda fast paced, and really unrealistic, but oh well. 

Mentions of: virginity, tentacles/quirk play  

"Y-You know Tamaki if you don't want to see me anymore you-you don't have to! Your job is important, why don't you just go back and forget about hanging out tonight, okay?" You manage to choke out, trying desperately to sound confident in your words. Unfortunately, such strength was of no avail, and you storm out of the living room with pain so evidently bleeding through your anger. Truly, you'd never meant to get so spent with Tamaki, but you were at your wits end.

Recently, it seemed as though he'd become sick of you. Sure, his being shy was understandable, but over the last month of your relationship, between work and school, you hadn't gotten to see him at all. Each time you reached out it seemed as though he just couldn't connect. So now, as he stood before you with an exhausted expression adorning his beautiful features, it all came crashing down. You could no longer pretend, and you snapped at him. 

The sound of your own voice scarred you. The melancholy mixture of anger and pure anguish was nearly too much, and you decided that to break down in front of him would simply be overkill. So in the fleeting moment you fled to your room in hopes of escape. 

"W-wait (Y/N).." He trailed off, true to his shy self. Though he had endured all but hell within the past seven hours of patrol, Tamaki had been looking forward to seeing you. Now he couldn't decide whether it would be better to leave or stay. The searing pain in his stomach offered no help, and he was left to stand staring at the place you had been standing. 

"Go talk to her, Tamaki." "Yeah, if you like looking at her so much why don't you try saying something?" The urges of his friends flashed through his mind. Not so long ago Mirio and Nejire had pushed him into introducing himself. Truly it had been the best decision of his life. Now he pondered what sort of nasty things they might say to him if they were to find out how he chickened out, especially after your relationship had been going so well. With such thoughts clouding his head, tears clouded his eyes. There was absolutely no way he could lose you, not after all the effort he had made, all the things he had told you. He had never let anyone else see so much of him, not even Mirio.

So, after many torturous minutes, he finally managed to take a step forward. "(Y/N)? I-I'm sorry," his voice was a meek whisper, barely breaking the silence. However, it's enough to catch your attention, and before he knows it you're staring right at him. The tears in his eyes match yours, and it makes the pain in his gut sharpen. He bows his head, navy locks covering his face as the first droplets fall. "I'm-I'm so sorry, I-I didn't mean to be-e so late, I-p-please, it's-it's my fault," He mumbles into his sleeve. 

In his mind he knows you won't forgive him. Why would you? There is no possible way he could mean nearly as much to you as you do to him.  with that in mind, he's ready to run.

However, before his feet can carry him far, far away you step forward and engulf him. Your arms wrap around him, and his wrap back around you all too eagerly. He's practically squeezing the life out of you. His tears stain your shirt, and he can't help but nuzzle his face closer to you. It's almost as though you've incapacitated him. He feels as though he could drown in you.

"It's okay, I-I just feel like you've been ignoring me." Your voice manages to hold out, yet it's still laced with a lethal amount of emotion.

"N-no! I really wanted to see you, it's just....well I don't have any time, but I've m-missed you so much, and-and I love you, (Y/N)." A pretty rose tint finds its way to his face, and yet he peers into your eyes. 

The depth you find in his dark pupils is no less than astounding. He looks all kinds of things; impossibly sad, but somehow still incredibly happy. It's almost as if you're staring into his very soul, and you know his words are true. That despite his general lack of response, and his typical inability of reciprocation to just about anything, he does really love you.

Just like that your lips are on his. For once he does manage to reciprocate. Though it's short lived, the kiss, the first kiss, is so incredibly packed full of feeling that the timing is of little importance."I love you, too, Tamaki."

That's all the time you have before his petals are back on yours. You're shocked by his newfound bravery, but such surprise quickly fades, and you can't help yourself. Soon enough your hands are on his hips while your tongue explores the inside of his mouth. He doesn't protest at your taking the lead, instead he moans into your mouth, wordlessly begging for more. That's just what he'll get.

Nibbling his swollen bottom lip you pull him away from the door. All the while your hands never leave him, ever so slowly raking over his surprisingly muscular build. It seems anywhere you touch he's pushing back, hoping that you'll hold onto him just a second longer. Again, his overwhelming bravery, or maybe neediness is rather surprising. Though the thought of getting him into your bed had occurred plenty times before, never once had you imagined it would be happening under the current circumstances.

"T-Tamaki.." you stutter out in astonishment, a hand at his lower back and the other under his shirt.  His usual blush still dots his face, however he is less than embarrassed.  In fact he's enjoying himself. Though his lack of experience shows in how he shivers at the lightest teasing of your fingertips; how his body is constantly searching for more, and how he has thrown all caution to the wind. 

"(Y/N)," he replies, voice just the slightest bit deeper than usual, with such a sultry edge it's almost pornographic. His tone matches the look in his eyes, though it's not ambitious, nor dominating, instead the look he's giving you is one of pure submission.

The thought of it, of Tamaki, brings a grin to your face. The desire to ruin him runs rapid, to the point that it's a necessity. He needs you to ruin him, wants you to. So when your hand wanders its way to the button of his jeans he's feverishly desperate. His pupils glued to your careful fingers as you take your time. You're making a show of stripping him, but he doesn't have the patience for it.     

It takes all his god-given restraint to keep his hands on your shoulders where they belong, instead of on himself where he so desires them, but he manages. That's only because he's so very eager for you to touch him there. Though he hates to admit it, he's dreamt of feeling your fingers oh so many times; gotten off to the thought oh so many times. Now that you're so close to where he needs you, he can barely hold onto his crumbling composure.  

"(Y-Y/n), please," he's not above begging for it, but he feels filthy when the words pass his lips. You flash him a knowing smile, or rather a smirk. You're well aware of his neediness for you, in fact you can see it in the wet spot peeking out of his jeans.

"Please, what, Darling?" you tease.

"T-touch me," though his voice is a nearly silent whisper it sends shivers down your spine. Just the idea of having your unusually shy boyfriend begging for you in such an explicit way is enough to turn you on, actually hearing him say those things is something else. This feeling only grows stronger as you make your first leap. He's completely hard under your touch, and you take note of the way his breath catches in his throat while your fingers dance over his clothed tip. You're going to hell for teasing him, but he just looks so adorably teasable; fuckable too. So, before he can protest(not that he would), he's shoved onto his back, a small gasp escaping his throat when the soft mattress catches him.

He turns away while you tug off his jeans, quietly humming at the feeling of being so exposed.  His hard on is evident under the blue fabric of his boxers, and the embarrassment on his face shows just how aware of this he is. It's difficult to look away from him, utterly entranced by the sight of such a handsome boy all spread out and horny just for you. Ever so slowly your hands smooth up his soft thighs, thumbs pressing into the muscle beneath. He tenses at your ministrations, and you watch his cock twitch each time your hands come near. 

"You're so sensitive, Tamaki," you remark, hands finding their way up his chest, pulling his shirt off in the process.

"It feels good," he groans, back arching to meet your touch. 

He looks like an angel beneath you, bending and curving every which way to feel you where he wants. It would be a shame to mark up such a perfect canvas, but the more you look at him the more appealing the idea becomes. His skin is surprisingly smooth for a hero; pale as porcelain and softer than velvet. The way he moves to match you reflects his desperation, and it's evident that the moment you spoil him with the slightest hint of pain or pleasure he'll absolutely lose it.

The sounds that leave him as you scratch your way down to the waistband of his boxers are heavenly. Snapping the elastic against his stomach, you get him to lift his hips and in one swift motion pull off the last bit of his clothing. From the tint on his cheeks, to the the perkiness of his nipples, and the red lines leading down to the tops of his hips, everything about him is inviting. 

As your palms play along the curvature of his waist, you watch his abs tense in expectancy. "Is this okay, honey?" you ask, even though you know he won't deny you now.  

"Y-Yeah, it's nice," he mumbles out, lips soft and pouted. With his go-ahead, you wrap a hand around the base of his cock, giving him a gentle squeeze and watching his wide eyes get impossibly wider. He bucks against your hand impatiently, bringing an idea to mind. 

Considering his sudden confidence boost since getting into your room, you decide maybe he'd like to show off his new found capabilities.  "Tamaki," you call, making sure you have his attention.

"H-Hmm?" he hums back, lazily stretching his arms above his head.

"I want you to fuck my hand." Your order leaves him dumbfounded, peering down at you in question. Though it takes him a moment to process your words, he slowly, tentatively begins to rock his hips into your tight fist. While he starts off timid, it's evident the feeling of your fingers, now covered in his precum, are just a little too much for him; so much so that the squeaking of your mattress can only be overruled by the continuous mantra of whimpers spilling from his lips. Soon enough he'll be pushing himself over the edge, but you have no intention of letting him off so easy. 

 Pulling your hand away, he bucks up once, twice, three times more before letting out a sob so genuinely agonized it hurts even to hear.  It doesn't take long for a few stray tears to cascade down his face. 

"Why'd you st-stop?" he hiccups, oncoming orgasm gradually fading to nothing more than a gentle pulsating feeling. Disappointment is displayed on his features, brows furrowed and lips downturned in a frown. His displeasure is quickly replaced by lust as you tug your shirt off, followed by your bra, and so on until you're as bare as him. 

"O-Oh," he mumbles, licking his lips after the word has left him. He props himself up one elbow, the other hand gingerly guiding your hips atop his. He gulps as you press him against your entrance, gaze flickering from your eyes to where you're touching. You catch him holding his breath, and you know, he's about to get so, so much louder.

"Ready?" you ask, watching his expressions change from nervous, to excited, to impateint and back again. He nods, gently squeezing your waist in reassurance, though it's more for his own sake. You try to be slow about it, ease him into you, but soon the desire, the need to feel him is too much and you find yourself rushing it. All to Tamaki's delight however, he groans, immediately babbling on about how wonderful you feel around him. 

"S-S-so tight, g-god you're so tight, it feels so good, (Y/N)!" Soon enough both his hands are upon your thighs, while your's rest on his chest. He's nearly hyperventilating beneath your palms, so incredibly riled up that fresh tears dot his eyes. When you do finally move, he's eager to do the same, pushing his hips up to meet yours as you come back down. 

Quickly the pace is set, and his hero work really shows in the strength of his grip. The way his fingers are digging into your skin it's sure there'll be bruises marking your thighs for weeks.  However, the slightly painful sensation is soon replaced by cool tentacles wrapping up your body. He doesn't seem to notice, or maybe he has other intentions, because soon enough his slick appendages have found their way between your legs. 

"Is-is it okay?" He gasps, though he's already gone to work on your clit. 

"Yeah, it's good." 

He moans at your confirmation, pressing a little harder on your sweet spot. He distracts you with the other hand fondling your breasts, long enough to slip a wet tentacle in alongside his cock. The slight stretch throws you off so much so that you almost relinquish control. 

"T-Tamaki," you try to manage a commanding, or maybe strict tone, however your voice comes out as a belabored whisper.  

"L-let me make you feel good, please."  

You swallow hard, weighing your options, before ultimately giving into his offer. It was amazing, both how quickly he could get you worked up, and how long he manages to hold on.  Despite his constant whining, he did, barely, keep his orgasm at bay. Like a good boy, he tried waiting for your's, even though the feeling of his tentacles swirling around inside you was enough to make both of you whimper in ecstasy.

"I-I, mhm, (Y/N) I'm g-gonna, a-ah, g-gonna.." his voice fades off into a low groan. Head thrown back in a halo of dark hair, mouth open in lovely "oh" shape, and he spills. 

Watching him experience the delight of an orgasm from above would be thoroughly disappointing, save for the faces he makes. Once he's entirely finished you slowly get off of him, trying not to overstimulate him too much, though the idea is enticing. With the burning feeling of your own would've-been orgasm fading the slightest bit, you sigh and head for the shower let down at not being let off. 

"U-Uhm did you c-cum?" His voice is gravely and low, yet somehow still meek after what you'd just done to him.

"No, it's fine though," you lie.

"Come back over here, I'll make you cum," he orders, and suddenly your wonderful night just got a whole lot better.~

[nightfrostshadow]

The Villain’s Deal

Villain had been quietly reading a book when suddenly a frantic knocking at his door brought him back to reality. He groaned as he stood up and went to see who had disturbed his peaceful evening.

He opened the door surprised to see a very bedraggled Sidekick. “Villain, Villain! Please, you have to help me stop Hero,” Sidekick tried to grab Villain’s hand but Villain stepped back swiftly. He grabbed Sidekick roughly and pulled him inside the house before shutting the door.

“Do you wish to have an entire conversation with the door open? Get in.” Villain draped himself leisurely on his couch as he stared at Sidekick who was still standing, with a glint in his eyes. “You want me to stop Hero? Tired of him so soon?”

Sidekick stared at him with wide panicked eyes, “No no I didn’t mean that!” He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down while Villain stared at him slightly amused.

Sidekick, who had calmed down enough by now to speak, properly managed to explain the situation to Villain. “Hero has been fighting three of the new villains since morning and he doesn’t show any signs of stopping. Hero won’t lose but he won’t win either and at the rate at which this is going he -”

Villain raised his hand to stop Sidekick. Villain knew Hero’s power was endurance. It had a slightly different function than what the name suggested. Hero could use this power to improve his performance in battle. It could cut out the feelings of pain, tiredness and so on completely. He would become like a machine that could fight endlessly. But there was a catch. The moment Hero stopped fighting all the pain, tiredness and everything else, would come crashing down on him.

Usually it would be fine but this time Hero had gone too far. Villain smirked. He had presented this opportunity to Villain. It would be rude not to take advantage of it. He looked up at Sidekick as he smiled at him. “What makes you think that I’ll help you?”

Sidekick shivered as he saw the dark look in Villains eyes, but he steeled himself. He hadn’t come this far to fail now. “I’ve heard you help people after you take something from them in return. A deal with the devil if you will.”

Villain smiled at him. “Why yes! I do and what makes you think you can afford the price?”

Sidekick immediately replied, “I can! Absolutely! I’ll give you whatever you want!” Having realised what he just said he added, “A-anything except betraying Hero. I won’t join your side.”

Villain laughed, “Oh my don’t flatter yourself now darling. I don’t need more people by my side. I’m more than sufficient. Besides what makes you think you can set conditions here?” Villain said with a smirk. “I’m the one in charge right now. You have no choice but to agree.”

Sidekick clenched his fists but didn’t say a word as he waited for Villain to get to the point and tell him what he needed from him.

Villain smirked as he stood up, now standing way taller than Sidekick. He walked closer to Sidekick, “You shall steal the crystal sphere that’s placed in your headquarters and hand it over to me.”

Sidekick knew which crystal Villain was taking about. That particular crystal was magical and would show them any scene in the world so long as it was happening at that moment. He clenched his fists harder now as his nails started to make indents on his palm.

He had no choice, did he? He was having to steal for Villain now. Sidekick’s heart sank. “Alright then but how do I trust you’ll help Hero.”

Villain smiled as he walked over to his desk and pulled out a vial from a drawer. “This is a precious liquid. If you make Hero drink it, after he stops fighting it will let him sleep for ten hours and wake up good as new instead of being in agony for hours and with the chances of him actually surviving being almost zero, you could amount it to never waking up.”

Villain swirled the contents of the vial in front of Sidekick’s face. “I’ll even throw in a bonus. I’ll help you knock Hero out for fifteen minutes I can stop him from feeling the pain so you have to hurry and steal that crystal for me within that time.” Villain stood straight and pocketed the vial. “Only after you hand the crystal to me will you get the vial.”

“So do we have ourselves a deal?” Villain smiled as he offered his hand to Sidekick.

Sidekick looked up into Villain’s face as he saw the seemingly kind smile but also saw the danger that was hidden behind it. For some reason the crystal was important to Villain and Sidekick was going to just hand it to him on a silver platter. He felt miserable but then again, he had no other choice because he had to save Hero. He owed him.

He grabbed Villain’s hand and shook it firmly. Now there was no going back.

He quickly led Villain to the place where Hero was still fighting.

Villain tutted as he took in the sight in front of him. Instead of using his brain it seemed Hero only used his brawn. Pathetic. Villain was a deadly fighter. Yet he never fought when there was no reason too. He would plan out things in such a way that he would achieve his goals in the easiest way possible but whenever required, his fighting skill was unmatched.

He gathered a ball of power in his palm and threw it at Hero. Hero fell like a stone, knocked out completely.

Villain glanced at the three villains whom Hero was fighting. They took one look at him and shrank under his gaze as they decided this was not a person to be trifled with and they fled.

Hero was now enveloped in a golden light. Villain turned to Sidekick. “Go your time has started. Tick tock.” Sidekick looked at Hero who was knocked out cold on the floor but he looked as though he was in a peaceful sleep. Sidekick tried not to think about what he was going to do.

Sidekick was back exactly fourteen minutes later. Out of breath he ran up to where Villain had been peacefully looking at the sunset and ignoring Hero who was knocked out on the floor beside him.

Sidekick placed the crystal ball in Villains waiting hands and held out his hand expectantly for the vial. Villain smiled as he pulled out the vial and tossed it to Sidekick.

Sidekick turned over to hurry and give it to Hero when the fifteen minutes were up. Hero started writhing on the ground in great agony while Sidekick watched horrified. Somehow, he managed to make Hero swallow the entire contents of the vial and now he was in a deep sleep. Sidekick looked up at Villain shocked that he had really helped him. A part of Sidekick still hadn’t trusted the Villain to keep his word.

Villain smirked as if he could read his thoughts, “Well then Sidekick, pleasure doing business with you. I’ll be off now,” as he looked down at the crystal ball in glee. He gestured to the setting sun “You might want to figure out how to get Hero home because he certainly won’t be walking himself home and I’m sure you don’t want to spend the night out here do you?”

With that Villain was off.

Villain placed the crystal ball on his study as he finally laughed. How easy it had been! The one thing he had needed now handed so easily to him. Besides he hadn’t lost anything. The vial that he had told Sidekick was very special and rare, was indeed special for ordinary people but for Villain it was a piece of cake to make more of it. So, in the end he had actually gained a lot and lost nothing.  Sidekick didn’t have to know that.

Villain was an expert in making all sorts of potions and recognizing ancient magical artifacts. He knew their true worth and purpose. He smiled a dark smile as he placed his hands on the crystal ball and felt the power from it flood into him. He felt powerful. Invincible. The world would be his.

[fuwafuwagem]

Client file: CHISAKI, Kai

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Chisaki Kai | Overhaul & Reader Additional Tags: Amputee Overhaul, Tartarus, don't ask me what readers job is, they are a PROFESSIONAL!

Session 2 here!

Your supervisor had advised you to be wary of the villain as you headed out, and you’d simply rolled your eyes. Being vigilant around villains was part of the job. You’d almost asked if he really had so little faith in your skills but had instead opted for silence. No point in picking senseless fights. It was less a moment of being undermined after all, and more a request to be particularly cautious.

Overhaul had been a very dangerous man.

You’d thoroughly looked over the file on Kai Chisaki on your way to Tartarus. It was quite an extensive read. From his takeover of the Shie Hassaikai, his grotesque abuse and experimentation of an unconsenting minor, his drug distribution network, and countless deaths at his hand, Chisaki had no doubt been a true villain.

The operative word being had.

The situation had changed significantly somehow between Chisaki’s battle with the heroes and his eventual arrest, and that change was the reason you were now at Tartarus.

Various security protocols were initiated throughout your long walk to his cell. You silently endured each, as you had many times before. The officer led you through the halls of the maximum-security prison until your destination was reached and simply advised you to call for him when you were done.

Kai Chisaki sat opposite you behind a glass screen. His shoulders were slouched forward, and he only offered you the briefest eye contact as you took a seat at the small desk you’d been provided with, laying out your file and the notes you’d taken on your client.

“Mr Chisaki. It’s good to finally meet you,” you said politely. “I’ve read all about you, so it’s good to finally be able to see you in person.”

Chisaki shifted slightly in his seat but did not make any response. You’d seen him in photographs. As the young head of the Shie Hassaikai, he had always looked to be a proud man, but he had lost that pride along with many other things; some were more obvious losses than others.

“I’m sure you’ve been told why I’m here,” you continued, unphased by his apparent disinterest. “I’m here to assess you. Basically, I believe you are eligible to be moved to a lower-security facility. Somewhere like that would allow you more freedom.”

Chisaki’s head still hung low, but his eyes rolled up to meet yours. “Why?”

That was the question, wasn’t it? Why would Chisaki be eligible, after all the heinous things he had done, to the luxuries of any place other than Tartarus?

“Because you are no longer considered dangerous.”

Chisaki’s head finally lifted and his glaring eyes narrowed.

“Because–” you began, but you were swiftly interrupted.

“Because I lost my quirk along with my arms?” he hissed, raising the stumps so that you could get a good view of the damage that had been done to him. “I was, for all intents and purposes, neutered.”

You didn’t flinch at the venom in his tone. “That’s right,” you said simply, again with a polite smile and inclination of your head. “I believe that you would be much better suited in a different sort of correctional facility.” You arranged the papers in front of you and continued. “Depending on how these sessions go, I will be able to recommend your transfer. A transfer would mean you’d be given a custodial sentence and a chance at rehabilitation. How do you feel about that, Mr Chisaki?”

You heard a harsh snort of air expel from Chisaki’s nose, and his expression darkened. He didn’t speak though, and you took that as a signal that he was willing to listen. What you really wanted, however, was communication.

“I want to begin my assessment by discussing the events which brought you here.” You wet your lips with your tongue. The file had been an unpleasant read, even to a professional like you. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, keeping your client’s best interests at heart. You didn’t really mind if he died in Tartarus, but your job needed you to remain a neutral party, and so you would do your best by him. “You’ve experienced a great deal of loss. Both your arms and your quirk were forcibly taken from you in quick succession. That would be a traumatising experience for most people. Have you been receiving therapy?”

Chisaki grimaced, then sighed. “They tried. I wasn’t interested.”

Your brow furrowed slightly at his confession. There was no doubt that Chisaki had gone through acute trauma. When the police had initially found him, he had been in a severe state of shock, his body trembling violently. You wondered where he found the strength to come back from something like that.

“The loss of your quirk must have been quite a shock to you, but it’s that very loss that has opened up this opportunity. If you are transferred to a lower security prison, you may also be entitled to receive prosthetic limbs.”

That announcement seemed to stoke some fire in Chisaki. “Prosthetics?”

You nodded. “They’ll be simple. Nothing that can have the potential to be modified into a weapon, but it will mean you have some means to hold items; cutlery, books, that sort of thing. Prosthetics aren’t permitted while you’re incarcerated here in Tartarus, so there is a silver lining if you’re open to viewing it as one.”

Chisaki’s back straightened as he rolled back his shoulders, finally choosing to face you more directly. “What exactly do you want from me?” he asked.

You smiled. “Just a conversation. Some of it might be painful to talk about, but I want to understand you more so I can make my assessment. I truly believe that Tartarus is not somewhere you belong, but I need you to confirm it for me.”

Chisaki sucked in a long breath before his lips parted again. “Fine.”

You glanced at the file in front of you. There was something that needed to be addressed; more than his quirk, more than his run-in with the League of Villains, more than his cruelty and manipulation. “Let’s begin with your relationship with the leader of the Shie Hassaikai.”

You saw Chisaki’s body grow tense. “Pops …” he whispered, and as the word quietly rolled from his lips, the pain in his eyes deepened.

“Mhm, that’s right. He was a father figure to you, right?” you asked, though the answer was already clear from what you had read about Chisaki.

He nodded. “He took me in, raised me, tried to teach me his values.” His mouth curled down at the corners. “He wanted the yakuza to have honour, not to become like villains. But the yakuza have sunk so low. People used to respect us, but we became nothing but lapdogs for those more powerful than us. Quirks threw everything into chaos.” His gaze hardened as the creases in his brow deepened. “The world stopped progressing. The advancements of science and technology came to a standstill, and even now, everything revolves around quirks. People’s futures, their careers, are practically decided the moment their quirk manifests. Quirks have made our society sick, and that sickness continues to spread.” He stopped and drew in air through his clenched teeth. “Pops wanted to protect the yakuza name, but he wouldn’t make the sacrifices needed to restore us to our true glory.”

You lifted your chin and met his frigid gaze. “But you would, and you did. Starting with your takeover of the Shie Hassaikai.”

The stumps of his arms moved as if he had tried to cross his arms defensively. You almost felt sorry for him as his mouth warped into a thin line of a man frustrated with himself.

“If I’d known …” he began, but his voice caught in his throat.

“The doctors haven’t been able to do anything for him,” you said, a sympathetic tone leaking into your words. “He’s currently in a hospice, but there’s no hope that he’ll recover. He’s being kept comfortable, though, if that is reassuring at all.”

“I planned to restore him once I’d achieved my goals,” Chisaki said. “He wouldn’t let me do what needed to be done. I would have fixed him once the cure began to spread. It would have only been a matter of time. He would have returned to being the head of the Shie Hassaikai in a world where the yakuza were once again revered.” The golden gleam of his eyes shimmered slightly, damp with unshed tears. “I wanted him to be proud. I wanted to show him how grateful I was for everything he’d done for me. But now …” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly. “Now my quirk is gone, and I can never bring him back. I wanted to thank him, but I killed him. I killed him, and I have to live with that.” His head drooped once again. “I wanted to give the world a cure. I was so close, but the sickness was too strong for even me.”

“Do you regret what you did?” you asked.

Chisaki stood, making you jump slightly, but you quickly settled. He was behind a thick wall of glass. He approached it, and pressed his forehead against the barrier, his eyes boring into yours, holding your gaze like a hostage.

“That is a pointless question. What good is regret? What’s done is done. Pops is in a hospice, I’m in this cell. No amount of regret will change that. We’re all right where our choices led us.” His eyelids dropped, releasing you from the hold of those glittering irises. “I failed. I’ve come to terms with that fact. This is the consequence of the actions I took. I won’t say I regret what I did, but I am … sorry. To those I hurt.”

You watched him as he returned to his seat. You didn’t feel like there was any deceit in his words. Only sorrow. His losses had changed him. He was a man who had suffered great pain, both physically and emotionally, and that pain had left scars; in some places, the wounds were still wide open and raw.

Kai Chisaki, who had once insisted on being called Overhaul, did not belong in Tartarus. Of that, you were becoming more certain.

“Thank you for your openness, Mr Chisaki.” You rose from your seat, motioning to the guard that you were ready to leave. “I will be returning. We are scheduled to have two more meetings, but I believe that we have made a positive start.”

Chisaki’s jaw stiffened, but he nodded. “I guess, thanks,” he muttered. “Not many people would be so willing to help me. It’s not like I have a lot of friends.”

“I’m just doing my job,” you insisted, but gave him a reassuring smile. “Until our next meeting, Mr Chisaki, take care.”

You were led away from Chisaki’s cell by the same guard who had led you in. The same security protocols were followed, as well as some additional ones, and it took you a full twenty minutes to get out of the prison. The air you breathed once you were outside was the freshest you felt you’d inhaled in your life. Tartarus was never a fun place to visit, but you’d still be back soon enough.

Chisaki would be waiting.

[kewltie]

i,,, had a thought what if izuku thought he couldn't give kasumi the best kind of future for her so when she had just turned two, izuku met up Katsuki's parents at their house and asked them to take care of her and quietly disappeared so katsuki ends up being a new up and coming hero with a baby girl on the side.

kasumi is raised in the Bakugou household and is love fiercely and spoiled atrociously her grandparents, daddy, and his friends. she got everything a girl can ask for but in the back of her head there's a fuzzy memory of green eyed man and his gentle low voice when he called out her name.  she loves daddy above all even when he's being very annoying and overbearing because Kasumi is Daddy's precious princess and very very much like him as everyone says but when she looks in the mirror she sees blond hair, a perfect face and smile that resembles daddy but her eyes are the color of someone's else. Someone who is long gone from her memories, but they live in each breath she take. Live in the green hue of her eyes.

she doesnt know this person name but she know who he is. her other parent, the one who had abandoned her. she thinks he's a coward and weak for giving her up. she hates him so she wants to find him one day and yell at him and tell him that he's horrible HOW COULD HE LEAVE HER?? DIDNT HE LOVE HER?!

Izuku had carried kasumi in his body for ten months and he had her in his arms, giggling and crying, for only 2yrs but he loves her with all he has. when he had handed Kasumi to mitsuki it felt like he was giving away a part of himself because she is his, his most precious treasure. he broke down crying afterward, like he had just ripped out his heart and given it away but he knows katsuki and his family would give her a better future and a happier life than he could ever do. this is for her, he told himself, but it doesnt stop the agonizing pain he felt. the pain never truly stopped even though he had moved halfway across the country so he doesnt give in to the urge to race back and beg the Bakugou to give Kasumi back to him. he can only watch her grow up in the public eyes as the little princess of the new no. 1 hero, ground zero, like a bystander in her life.

kasumi grew up as the darling of the hero community because she was an enigma to the world. A BABY SUDDENLY appearing out of nowhere and to the HOTTEST upcoming hero?? and he had her while he was in high school?! and WHERE WAS THE OTHER PARENT?! a hero single parenting at his age is absurd. it got the nation scandalized and fixated on katsuki and his baby since day one so kasumi heavily grew up under the spotlight and in the public eye. it didn't help that she was terrifyingly clever, beautiful, blunt, and a natural hellraiser just by being bakugou katsuki's daughter.

the public adore her and she kinda mostly tolerate them back because it can't be help that she's so cute and smart that ppl want to pay attention to her (that bakugou’ss arrogance and confident coming out) lol. every move she make and say is always on the news, she doesnt mind it. really. sometimes when she lets herself think about it, she wonder if HE is watching her on TV somewhere in the world. does he see how much she had grown up now? does he love the dress she's wearing? is he proud of her? is he regretting HOW HE COULD LEAVE SUCH A PERFECT CHILD BEHIND? maybe all her achievements (the best in her class, athletics awards, ballet dancing and extracurricular activities she'd picked up and bested everyone else at) is her way of drawing attention to herself, maybe if she's SHOW EVERYONE SHE'S TRULY THE BEST,,, he'll come back to see her one day. the thing is kasumi is perfectly happy with her life. daddy is the best thing EVER and she loves him so, so much because that she never feels like she's a burden or lacking of anything but even his love isn't enough to fill that empty void in her, the 2yrs that she’d spent with that person.

all the while izuku tunes to the TV everyday in hope of getting a glimpse of her somehow, cut magazines and news clippings of her, and keeps track of her life through pieces of reporting because even if he isn't in her life, he wants to know what's going on in it and if she's happy at all. he'd built an entire shrine devoted to kasumi in his bedroom. there are pictures and news/magazine clippings of her on his walls. any mentions of her from katsuki or others, he'll watch the vid over and over again till his eyes are tired and he can repeat it word for word.  

for several years he had watch her from afar, but on her seven birthday, five years since he'd let her go, he was so WEAK with longing that he bought a plane ticket just to see her. EVEN IF IT'S ONLY A GLIMPSE OF HER WILL DO, TO BREATH THE SAME AIR AND HE'LL LEAVE AGAIN. that's all he wanted. izuku in disguise had lurked around the bakugou's household with hundreds of fans and reporters because it's the birthday of the ground zero's most precious PRINCESS and everybody wants a piece of her. izuku should have been in there with kasumi and the bakugous celebrating  her birthday instead of lurking outside like a creep but maybe that's true in another world. not now though.

in this world, he's just some weirdo stalker who obsessed with bakugou kasumi and her daddy as he waits outside to maybe see a glimpse of her at all. then he heard it, kasumi's boisterous giggles as she loudly proclaims she will magnanimously grace her fans with her presence.

"daddy, these people are obviously here for me," she scoffs, talking to an annoyed katsuki as they stroll out to the front yard. "I'll just say hi then i'll come back. stop worrying. you'll get even more grey hair and what will i do if you become uglier?" SHE'S SO BLUNT AND MEAN and izuku wanna cry because that's HIS BABY

he actually didn't even get to see her in person AT ALL because he ran the fuck away as soon as her heard her footsteps coming outside the bakugou's enormous home because he couldn't endure it. he knows if his eyes fall upon her person even once HE'LL BREAK DOWN AND never let her go again!

he can tell kasumi is lively, healthy, and clearly HAPPY with her life because katsuki had done right by her. izuku knew it was the right choice to leave kasumi to him and to hear that evidence so CLEARLY it was a relief and heartbreaking because it means that he was also right that he couldn't give her this. izuku quietly disappeared back to his life, never stop watching kasumi closely and once kasumi turned nine he decided it been long enough and she probably forgotten all about him and no longer caring about the disappointing parent who had abandoned her in a moment of weakness.

izuku moves closer to them. they're finally in the same city after seven years apart but it's not like kasumi nor katsuki knows that he is here at all. he tries to keep a low unassuming profile and promised to himself that he’ll never approach kasumi or katsuki at all. he manages to keep that promise for a year. then kasumi turns ten and HIJACKS katsuki's press conference to declares in front of hundred flashing cameras that, "my daddy is getting old and lonely and i cant be with him always so i'll be on the look out for good spouse for him :3c!" as katsuki roars in the background lol.

izuku was heartbroken in a diff kind of way compare to when he had given kasumi away because this is katsuki and kasumi, the two people he loves the most, finally moving on without him. katsuki will have a new mate and kasumi will have another parent that isn't HIM. he's happy but also very, very sad.

this is where like FATE OR SOME BULLSHIT because izuku managed to avoid the two of them for an entire year but ~things~ happens and he accidentally bumps into kasumi and KASUMI IS TOTALLY CHARMED by this strange quirkless nervous man who looks at her like she's his entire world. shes like ahh,,, maybe i should introduce him to daddy as a potential mate? not knowing that the man she feels an inexplicably drawn/attached to is actually her papa. bakudeku MEETING AGAIN AFTER 10 YEARS and yea, SHENANIGANS, MISUNDERSTANDING, SO MUCH DRAMA and also KASUMI lol

[ryujin-zanba]

Angeleyes

When Aizawa's first solo venture into town gets him lost, a helpful hero lends him his sight for the day before returning him home to his worried husband~

Rating: General Audiences Words: 6300 Tags: Fluff, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Medical Elements, Future Fic, Caretaking, Tenderness, Cat Cafés, Friendship, Old Married Couple, Cute Ending, Blind Aizawa Shouta, Pro Hero Midoriya Izuku, Autistic Aizawa Shouta

It has been all of a year since the steady decline of his vision finally reached the point beyond what prescribed lenses and laser surgery could offer.

 Due to his quirk and the years of strain his eyes had endured, Shouta had suspected early on that he was always going to suffer some form of advanced deterioration in his later years, so the news that he would eventually go completely blind wasn’t terribly shocking.  

 Though, knowing that Hizashi was there to support him probably had a big hand in how calmly he was able to accept it.

 Since he had been a part of that journey from the very beginning, Hizashi had long-since digested the inevitability of this for himself, and while he was upset, he put that energy to good use over the years by sourcing doctors and mobility trainers and gradually replacing all their appliances with those that had features to accommodate visual impairment.

 The time they had to get used to the idea and to design their lives around that eventuality certainly softened the blow, and it also made Shouta’s attempt at discussing any future care-taking arrangements immediately redundant. Hizashi wasn’t interested in seeing his husband martyr himself with offers of relief of responsibility from him.

 ‘I’ll understand if this is too big of a burden for you,’ he had said. ‘I know we’ve had a long time to prepare, but when I lose my sight completely I won’t hold it against you if you think it’ll be too much to handle and you want to leave.’

 Hizashi could have gone spare when he pulled that card. He resented the notion that his vows to stand by his husband in sickness and health could ever be so flimsy, but then, he knew that it wasn’t a sincere statement. Shouta wasn’t telling him he was okay with being abandoned, he was quietly asking to hear the assurance that he never would be. 

 So instead, Hizashi had just held him. He’d cupped his face and kissed his eyes and told him that he vowed to love and protect him long before they got married, and that there was nothing that could make him leave his side. He had told him that it was okay to be scared, that even though they knew what to expect, it didn’t mean his fear and grief were invalid, and while Shouta knew that, he just needed to hear the promise again.

 It was a long month of near-total blindness before finally, he couldn’t make a single thing out anymore, and though Shouta had tried to get used to not relying on his sight even when he still had some, it was a big drop into no longer having the option to use that meagre bit of it at all.

 The morning he was certain he could no longer see a thing, all that bravery and stoicism and gracious acceptance crumbled. He’d sobbed in Hizashi’s arms, listening to the strain in his husband’s voice as he told him he was here and that he loved him; that he wouldn’t be going anywhere and that the pain of this loss would hurt less and less from this day forward.

 He was right, of course. Though there were days when Shouta would break down in tears of sudden grief or built up frustration, Hizashi was always there to hold him and cry with him until it stopped hurting. 

 His patience was immeasurable, and Shouta couldn’t have asked for greater support; Hizashi handled all the things he didn’t have the wherewithal for. He bossed around lawyers to make sure his teacher’s pension stayed watertight and made sure that the banks and government services made all his documents accessible to him. He handled all the insurance updates, check-up appointments with the doctors; everything.

 Actually, Shouta would often catch himself smirking with pride anytime he overheard his husband on the phone brooking no arguments and asking to speak to people’s managers. He’d even got on to several therapists for him.

 That, Shouta had been predictably resistant to, but in the end he knew it was better to make use of opportunities to discuss his feelings with people other than his husband. Hizashi was his rock and would always be a faithful shoulder to cry on, but giving him a break for a couple hours a week and coming back emotionally rewound was a good step to take for both their sake. 

 Not to mention, his fears of being a burden would probably never go away completely no matter how Hizashi reassured him that the weight of loving him is an easy load to carry, so learning to cope with his emotions without making that another thing for his husband to manage on his behalf felt like his first true bit of progress. 

 He’s made lots more since, too. In only a year Shouta has come a long way. He grieves when he needs to and is much more patient with himself about it, and he seeks comfort on days when he’s not holding up as well as he’d like.

 Understandably, a sightless world has elevated a lot of his old anxieties and as a result, sometimes he’s positively clingy. Hizashi can’t say he hates it, but he can’t say that knowing his husband sticks close out of fear feels particularly good, either. And while Shouta remains a man who prides himself on his rational, practical approach to any situation, it’s impossible to be wholly okay with his new reality all the time. There are always good days and bad days.

 His current definition of a good day would be getting out of the house and practicing some aspect of daily life unaided, like making lunch or doing the laundry. Outside he can make it around the park or town with Hizashi nearby, hanging back to let him practice using his cane to find his way, but always right there to intervene if he comes unstuck.

 Today, however, looks like another gear-shift for his goals...

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BNHA Imagines - MAIN 01

                           Meeting for the First Time 

Izuku Midoriya:

   How you met Izuku for the first time was not the first time you had seen him. He had never seen you before the day you stood in front of the entire class though. He had never seen you before but you had already memorized his face by then. Pictures of him and his classmates filled the screen when your brother would talk to you about your mission. The clip of the boy fighting the sludge monster would play over and over, his brave act immortalized in codes of ones and zeroes. 

       Study his movements, your brother would say, learn what you can. Your older brother was none other than Shigaraki, the self-proclaimed leader of the League of Villains. Shigaraki would make you watch those videos because he thought you would grow to hate him. You would never admit it but the videos did the opposite. He was such a hero, bravery running through his veins like blood. Dreams filled your mind of him saving you from the League and taking you far away. You weren't made to be a villain, you hated to see the fear in people's faces before you used your quirk on them.    Your older brother raised you to use your quirks on others your entire life. Like your brother, your five fingertips must be touching the person for it to work but you didn't disintegrate them. Instead, you rummaged through their brain and made them forget memories. On the rare occasion when you used your quirk at full power, you could manipulate memories instead of simply making the person forget. It wouldn't be as bad if that was it but your quirk came with a drawback. Any memories that you erased were instead placed in your mind. You had memories of a father who you had to take away the memories of his precious baby girl. You often erased memories so people forgot they ever saw the Leauge, giving you the memories of the torture they had endured. Your mind was filled with more memories of others than it was of your own.    As you stood at the front of class 1-A, your eyes couldn't help but drift to the green eyes you had only ever seen through a screen. The smile that he gave you made your heartbreak. He didn't know why you were here. He didn't know you were a spy for Shigaraki. If he did, he wouldn't be smiling at you like that. You wanted his smile to be real but you knew it would be gone if he knew the real you. He would only ever come to know this fake presented to him.

Bakugo Katsuki:

   When the first assessment was done, you were not excited. You had been placed in U.A. by recommendation from Ms.Joke and you were sure she had pulled some strings to get you in 1-A. She knew how powerful your quirk actually was and how you could become a great pro-hero with some training. The issue was that your quirk didn't help with any test given to you. Your basic skills and dexterity allowed you to do well for someone who didn't wasn't using their quirk. You burned with shame at the mutterings of the boy who had gotten third, Bakugo Katsuki.    "She didn't even use her quirk at all," He spoke to the red-haired boy who you hadn't learned the name of yet, "How did she even make it into 1-A, to begin with? I bet her parents paid for her way in, she didn't make it through the exams. She couldn't have."    Anger bubbled within you, hands clenched by your side. How dare he say that? It wasn't true that you hadn't used your quirk during the tests but that meant nothing. He should just keep his dumb spikey hair out of everyone's business. Why did he think he had the right to judge everyone? You had heard him talking bad about Deku earlier and now he was messing with you? Deku may not stand up for himself but you sure as hell wouldn't let yourself be walked over.    Your eyes met with Aizawa's, a look was shared between the two of you. Ms.Joke had informed him about you and your quirk, which may be why he was going easy on you with the chiding during the assessment. He understood that all of these tests weren't made for a quirk like yours. The man looked over at Bakugo before looking back at you, giving you a slight nod. That was enough for you to march up to the boy who turned his fiery gaze on you.    "You really should just shut up about other people," You growled out, not flinching at the sneer on his lips.    "And why should I? I'm the best so I'm allowed to judge sidekicks and extras like you."    "The best? Well, I don't think the best would have gotten third."    The class slowly went silent as the tension built up between the two of you, but Aizawa stayed back. The boy took a threatening step towards you, standing up taller to try to tower over you. Yet you didn't move as you kept your gaze locked on his. You weren't going to back down from this, you had to make your point obvious.    "You better watch your mouth."    "Or what? Gonna blow me up with those sweaty hands of yours?"    The growl that came out of him signaled that you may not have done the best thing, but you weren't going to back down. You would just prove that he was right if you did. When your gaze didn't waver, he brought his hand up with a smug grin. This would surely make you realize how weak you were. A few loud explosions popped by your face though it wasn't close enough to hit. He wanted to scare you but you had other plans.    Your hand shot up and grabbed your wrist tightly. A burning pain shot down your arm as the explosions hit your skin but you didn't flinch. Pain had been a part of your life ever since you were born. It would be hard for it not to due to your quirk. With a simple use of your quirk, the boy backed away with a groan of pain. The hand that had done the exploding shot to grasp his other hand in pain. When his red eyes met yours again, you flexed your uninjured hand with a triumphant smirk.    "Wound transfer, it isn't just for healing you know."

Todoroki Shouto:

   Neither of you remembered the first time the two of you met. You both believed that you had never seen each other before the first time in class 1-A, but Aizawa knew the truth. He could remember in the past when he had to take you to one of his meetings. He tried to keep you out of the hero's world but when your parents both died and left you with your uncle, he had no chose at some moments. He wasn't going to leave you alone.    This meeting just so happened to be where Endeavor had brought his youngest son, Shouto, as well. The little boy was polite, too polite. Aizawa could tell Endeavor didn't raise the boy correctly. When Aizawa chided the man, he was left with a threat to Endeavor that if he ever dared to try anything with you, he would be left a puddle of goo.    Out of the two of you, you were the most outgoing and confident one. Your parents had raised you to try to be the best and you planned on trying your best in everything that you did. This included making friends. Your chubby hand held onto Todoroki's as you led him to the playground while the adults kept talking. You had been here a lot but it was obvious even to your tiny brain that it wasn't normal for Todoroki.    The two of you played together, mainly consisting of you dragging Shouto to do something and teaching him about it. Even when you scraped your knee, you just got back up and went to playing. Such a simple action and yet he would hold onto it for years to come. You got hurt but that didn't make you stop. You kept going despite the pain. He would remember it subconsciously for the rest of his life.    When both of you were thoroughly tired, you hunkered down behind the rock climbing wall in the shade. Two children, so different yet so close for just that day. Shouto in proper clothes with the timidness of a mouse next to you in your dirty clothes who wanted to be friends with any stranger you saw. The two of you would end up being raised very differently and when you reached high school, the two of you would both be completely different from the kids that were on that playground that day.      "Do you think I can be a hero? Mommy doesn't like my fireside. She says it is too much like my dad," Shouto spoke quietly as he looked up at the blue sky.    "Anyone can be a hero! You will make a super cool hero!"    Ten years later, you would meet again and both be on the way to fulfilling that promise.

Kirishima Ejiro:

   Your mother called you special and unique but you just thought you were broken. All the students at your school pushed you around with your quirks, knowing that you couldn't do anything to them. You were one of the rare quirkless people. A kid who would amount to nothing in their life. Why would someone hire you when someone with a quirk could do it so much better? On the worst days, they would tell you that you weren't worth living. Most of the time it didn't bother you but there were the few days where it hit hard.    "Maybe you could be professional bait!" One of the boys said, shoving you roughly.  All you did was keep walking, ignoring all of the tauntings that they tossed in your direction. It wasn't like you hadn't heard them all before. They may be mean but they weren't the sharpest in the toolshed. Not very creative either but man, did they know how to use their quirks.    Holding your notebook closer to your chest, you sped up your pace. All you needed to do was get home and then you would be safe from all of this. You tried to focus on the steps you were taking and just getting home but those thoughts were quickly shattered when the tallest boy grabbed you by your forearm. He roughly spun you around to face him, fire in his eyes.    "You should look at someone when they are talking to you." The hold on your upper arm began to vibrate, the boy threatening to use his quirk on you. It wouldn't be the first time. His quirk allowed him to speed up his movements and he had learned that if he did it while holding someone's arm, the victim would receive a rather harsh rug burn. It hurt like hell but you couldn't do anything to fight back or your father would get angry. He was the police chief and said that any fight you got into, whether defensive or not, would look bad on his part.    As you opened your mouth to speak, the boy instead was shoved away. A red-headed boy had marched over while you were lost in your thoughts, eyes narrowed and fists raised. What caught your eyes the most was his uniform. It was the unmistakable outfit of the U.A., this boy was training to be a hero! It seemed like your bullies had noticed the uniform as well due to the steps that they took back. You couldn't help but let your heart swell with the tall boy in front of you. This was the first time anyone had stepped in.    "Hey, it isn't a very manly thing to mess with a girl!" He said with a raised voice, giving you the first glance of his sharp teeth.    With a grumble and mumbling, the boys simply shot you a dirty look before walking off. That had been the first time they left you alone without there being injuries on your body. You thought they weren't scared of anything but they scurried off when the red-head scolded them. You wanted to thank him but the words got stuck in your throat when he turned to face you for the first time.    His head was ridiculously spiked up, shooting up as if trying to touch the sky. His eyes were the same color of his hair, red with hints of brown. You knew it had to be rare for the same color of his hair to be his eyes. Perhaps he dyed his hair...Yet your eyes couldn't leave his face. His grin put the sun to shame and his eyes sparkled with happiness that you didn't even know existed. Time stood still just like a movie. You could almost hear the romantic music starting as the camera began to zoom in. Your fantasies were interrupted when he began to speak.    "Want me to walk you home?"    This boy was going to be the death of you.

Kaminari Denki:

   No one ever believed you when you told them what your quirk was. It didn't show up physically like many other quirks but you still managed to get into 1-A. Even when your quirk was in use, some people still wouldn't notice it until you explained it to them. You didn't blame them, luck never seemed like it could be a quirk. How could it be when it wasn't even an action? It was fate that decided that kind of stuff. A quirk couldn't change the actions of others, yet, yours did. How it happened, you weren't sure but you knew it was there.    In your life, you had been in many unlucky situations before. A car speeding past a red light, a man trying to push you onto the train's tracks, and dropping a pot of boiling water had all happened to you. Your quirk had saved you each time; the car missed you by an inch, your bag's straps stuck on one of the poles which kept you from falling, and the pot landed perfectly so none of the water spilled out. At first, you thought you were just a lucky person but when you went to the doctor's, they informed you that it was due to your quirk. It was a rare strand of quirk, one that had a single user before generation. You knew it was that rarity that got you into class 1-A.    Everything and everyone around you seemed so much stronger and deserved more than you. You hadn't even wanted to be here, the idea of being a hero didn't interest you. Yet, everyone had told you how selfish you were being if you didn't pursue a career as a hero. A waste of a quirk. That was the only reason you were here, so they would stop telling you that. Maybe you would learn to either accept it or perhaps even want to be a hero as time passed. But for now, you would simply be getting by. This was school, that was it.    You were walking into the lunchroom, a few minutes late due to Aizawa needing to ask you a few questions. You had not expected a fight to break out just as you were walking in. It was too hard to hear what they were yelling about but it soon devolved into physical violence, the main two attacking each other but the students around them were getting pulled into it as they were shoved around. One girl was shoved back, the tray she had her food on flying into the air. Instinctively, you pulled your hands up to cover your face. The food was thrown in your direction and many of the other students around you copied your actions.    Two hands gripped your shoulders and shoved you back just a few steps, though they kept their hold on you to keep you from falling. Your eyes fluttered open to be greeted with the most bright blonde hair you had ever seen. Slowly, your eyes moved down to see the dopiest grin but quickly your attention was drawn to the rice that was covering the boy.    "Man, this isn't how I thought today would go," A laugh flipped past his lips as casually as if there wasn't anything strange about this situation, "But at least I got to help a cute girl!"

Tenya Iida:

   You and Iida had known each other for as long as you had lived. Your parents worked with his and since you both were born only months apart, the two of you often played together in the daycare set up at the building. Since most of the other heroes didn't have any children, it wasn't rare for it to simply be the two of you to be the only kids in that daycare. But neither of you cared since you always had each other. This type of mindset only continued until you reached the teenage years. Somehow both of you made it into U.A., as well as both being in 1-A. It seemed like a miracle!    The two of you were walking next to each other on the first day, each with very different reactions. Iida was rather anxious and overthinking everything like he always did while you had a simple smile on your face. Your personalities were complete opposites. He thought plans over too much while you simply jumped into things without having a plan. You both kept each other balanced perfectly.    "Iida, just calm down. We already are in the top class rank, everything should be easy, breezy, and beautiful from here on out." You spoke as you walked, hands clasped behind your back.    "That most definitely isn't the truth. Because we are in the top class, we need to try our hardest to be the best. We will be up against all of those others who did just as well as us. We need to make sure that we keep up with them. If we fall behind, people will look down on us." You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his words. Yet, you kept your mouth shut, you knew how he could get. Your mind just simply didn't work as his did,  you learned to try your best to understand and relate to his words.    "Well, we can work that hard together. We got here for a reason which means we are good enough to be here. We will be just as good when we are in class." You shoved his side gently, a kind smile on your face. The boy simply shook his head at your words, going off on another tangent. This was normal and you wouldn't want it any other way. His mind may move as fast as his legs but that was just how he was. He accepted how you were, which meant it was only fair for you to accept him as well.

Tokoyami Fumikage:

   The first time you saw Tokoyami was at the Sport's Festival. His power was amazing! It was nothing like you had seen before and your mind swarmed with questions. His quirk was so different. It wasn't a power, it was more like another person! Would your own quirk work on it? Or would it work with just the boy himself? These questions pushed you to find him after his match. Sure, he lost but that didn't mean anything. Everyone but one person was going to lose so in your mind, he should just be proud that he made it so far!    When you found him, he was alone in one of the hallways with his head in his hands. He didn't look upset, no, that wasn't it. It looked more like he had a headache or something. Perhaps that was why he was here instead of back up in the bleachers. Either way, it didn't matter to you. While you didn't want to bother him if he wasn't feeling good, you knew that this was your one chance. Being in General Studies meant you didn't see the people of 1-A that much.    "Excuse me," You spoke softly which caused him to look up, red eyes slightly narrowed as he took in your appearance, "I'm sorry if I bothered you. I just wanted to congratulate you! You were so cool! I've never seen a quirk like yours! It is no surprise that you're in class 1-A!"    It took the boy a second to take everything in. The two of you must have looked strange next to each other due to him having a rather dark aesthetic while you were much more like Uraraka with your choice of fashion. You preferred lighter colors or just colors in general. You felt like you were bored or sad when you just wore black or white. You always tried to have some color in your outfits.    "Thank you..." His voice was deep and quiet, though that wasn't shocking. It fit his appearance so well.    "I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions...If you'd like, we can go up and watch the rest of the festival together!" Your smile made his heart skip, both in how uncomfortable he was and how flustered he was. He wasn't used to people like you speaking to him. Normally people left him alone, saying he looked too intimidating to approach.    He had planned to say no when Dark Shadow grumbled in his head. Of course, Dark Shadow didn't want to be near you. Perhaps that was why he ended up agreeing with your offer and following you back up to the bleachers. He had no idea that he would actually enjoy being around you. His dark heart seemed to crack a bit, allowing just enough light in for him to be able to deal with being around you.

Uraraka Ochaco:

   The first time you met, your attention wasn't on her. The trio had been walking down the sidewalk when someone in a middle school uniform seemed to just appear out of nowhere. One moment there was no one in front of them and then a blur of a person appeared. Deku and Uraraka seemed to be taken aback but Iida stayed in his spot. His sharp eyebrows narrowed as he stared at the newcomer. If Uraraka had to guess, this person could only be a year or two under the rest of the group. Most likely a year, perhaps with some change. The girl was brought out of her thoughts as the person began to speak almost as fast as they seemed to appear.    "Tenya! How was your first day? Mine was good but I know it must be nothing when compared to yours. I mean, you are attending U.A! I can't believe it, well I can, but I still am super excited! I knew you would make it, you're really smart. Though sometimes you can be too strict and follow the rules too much...Anyway, how was your day? I want to know it all! Oh, who are these people?"    "(Y/N)..." Iida grumbled softly under his breath, obviously annoyed by your actions. He had gotten used to his    "We're his friends...We met him today," Deku offered as Iida seemed to collect himself. Who was this person? How did they know Iida? It shouldn't be hard to figure it out, yet Deku Uraraka's minds were spinning with the greeting.    "Friends?! Oh, that's awesome! I was really worried he wouldn't make friends just because he can be so strict and serious all the time. He really is cool once you get passed all his guidelines and boring rants. He's my big brother, by the way. I'm (Y/N), youngest of the Iida family. I tend to be kept out of most of the press stuff so I wouldn't be surprised if you never heard of me. Our eldest brother is the one most people know about."    "Strangely though, as the youngest, they seem to have the most extreme strand of our quirk." Iida explained, letting out a breath before looking back over to you, "Have you eaten yet? Since you got off school?"    The two were confused by his words. Since you had gotten off school? Almost all of the schools in the area only got off less than ten minutes ago. If he had said all day or since lunch, that would make more sense. Instead, he specified since leaving school. Uraraka's eyes scanned you, taking in your rather thin yet toned appearance. Did you have an illness? Anorexic? She would hate to assume and end up offending either you or Iida. She never wanted to unintentionally hurt someone.    "No...I was just planning on waiting until I got back home."    The duo watched as Iida rummaged in his school bag for a few moments before finding the object of his desire. A granola bar? Iida must be the overprotective type if he was that worried about getting you something to eat. Uraraka didn't understand why you couldn't wait until you got home to eat. She did that a lot and even then, she skipped some meals due to money issues. She knew personally people can go a while without eating. Still, Iida handed you the bar which you gratefully began to unwrap.    "Is she alright?" Deku asked softly, hoping the words only were heard by Iida.    "Yes, now she is. As I stated, they seem to have gotten an almost overabundance of whatever gene gives us our speed. They don't have the same leg formations as myself or my brother, instead, it seems that their engine, if you would like to use that word, resides somewhere inside of them. They are unable to stop moving without being in discomfort. Due to this, they lose a lot of energy and need to be refueling most of the day. Think of a Hummingbird and their wings. Any bird works. They need to eat more."    For the first time, Uraraka noticed that even as you were standing, your right leg was bouncing up and down at an extreme speed.    "Come now, let's get home. I'll see you two tomorrow." With a curt nod, Iida nudged you in the direction of home. Your eyes quickly went from him back to his friends, waving happily before turning back around and beginning a new conversation with your brother. The two left behind were still dazed from the strange encounter but both shared one thought. They would like to meet you again.  It didn't hurt that you were pretty cute too.

Mina Ashido:

   Living with one of the top heroes wasn't as hard as some people would believe. Being related to one was an entirely different story. It wasn't hard to deduce who your brother was with the white wings extending from your back. You wished it wasn't so obvious. It was annoying how often you were stopped on the streets for someone to end up just asking who your brother was. No matter what you did, you lived in Hawks shadow. Sure you were younger but it would be nice for someone to try to get to know you for you and not just to get close to your brother. So many teen girls had tried that. Luckily, you learned how to sniff them out after the first two times.    What no one ever acknowledged was that you were an up and coming hero yourself. Even though you were still a teenager yourself going to highschool, you had made a name for yourself as a hero named Angel. The name hadn't been your idea, the media named the mysterious vigilante that without knowing who they were. Unlike your brother, your wings were able to retract into your back; the only hint they had been there in the first place was the two long scars on your shoulder blades. This allowed you to go to school as (Y/N) during the day and fight crime as Angel at night.    Walking back to the apartment you shared with your brother, your wings sagged. It had been a tough fight tonight and your left-wing had gotten torn up pretty badly. Nothing time and bandages wouldn't fix. Hawks wouldn't be home since he was on patrol tonight so you would be able to deal with the wounds without interruption. You kept on a tight schedule, only allowing yourself to go out at night when you knew Hawks wouldn't be home to notice you missing.    "Oh my God! It's the Angel!"    Your wings instinctively puffed out causing a sharp and hot pain to shoot down to the tips of your fingers. Hands gripping the two daggers you used, you turned to see who had just noticed you. Another villain? It didn't sound like it but one could never be sure these days. You had heard of a villain named Toga who looked like nothing more than a cute young girl. Looks deceived and you had learned that early on.    "What do you want?" You growled out, attempting to sound in power. You wanted villains to fear you but with the body of a teenager, it was hard. Instead of some street thug or villain, a girl with pink skin stood under a street light. Her eyes stood out to you with dots of yellow in a black sea. She definitely wouldn't be able to hide with an alter ego when she looked like that. Your eyes took in her uniform, a U.A. one. One to the school Hawks had made you apply to just a few weeks ago. He got a strong interest in your attendance, even giving a recommendation. He didn't care when the school year started so why now? You were beginning to wonder if you weren't keeping your night escapades as secret as you thought.    "Whoa, whoa! Sorry, I don't mean any harm or anything! I just was taken aback to see you, I mean, you seem like a myth with how the papers are telling the story." Her voice hinted to no violence, allowing you to sheath your weapons once again. Your wings pulled back and while one was able to return inside of you, the other was limp and extended.    "Are you hurt?" She asked softly, taking a few steps to get a closer look at you. With your mask on, you knew she wouldn't be able to know who you were and yet you couldn't help but flinch ever so slightly. She must have noticed this because she stopped when there was just a few feet in between the two of you, not coming any closer.    "Let me walk you home at least. I promise I won't tell anyone, hero's promise. Well, a hero in training at least." When you looked back at that moment, you knew the only reason you agreed was due to the flutter her smile brought to your stomach.

Tsuyu Asui:

   How had Tsuyu gotten herself into this predicament? She was back in her dorm room with what looked like a squirrel person. They had a large bushy tail and cute ears but it wasn't only in the look that they resembled squirrels. When she had seen them initially, she had witnessed them climbing trees and jumping from branch to branch without any issues.    The girl had meant to go for a simple walk through the forest, that was all it was supposed to be. It was not supposed to end with her taking in some feral person because some villains were messing with them. She could have just helped and left it at that. Yet, with those eyes, she couldn't seem to leave them there. Something seemed wrong with them like they weren't used to how the world worked.    "So, can you speak Japanese? Or anything really?" Tsuyu asked, catching their attention from the ribbon they had been toying with. All she got back was a vacant stare and a tilt of the head. Of course, they couldn't speak or write, this just had to be even harder. What was she going to do? She couldn't just hide an entire person in her room forever. Yet, what were the other options? She couldn't just take them back to the forest, it was dangerous. That man could be out there still.    "Great..." She set her head in her hands, trying to keep the stress from getting to her too much.    "Great!" They repeated with a large smile. Tsuyu knew they didn't understand the language but at least it seemed like there would be the promise of teaching them it. Tsuyu had never been good at teaching but this couldn't be that hard, right? She just had to get some baby books to start with. They could go from there about other stuff. Maybe they knew more than they could let on.    "Oh...." She groaned as she leaned back, "I wonder how long until Aizawa figures out what I did."

Jiro Kyoka:

   The first day of school, stressful as always. You hated trying to find your way around a new school and it was only increased when that school was U.A.! Upperclassmen were so much more threatening then they had been in any of your past school experience. They all were training to be heroes in one way or another. It was intimidating and a bit flustering at the same time. One boy had phased out of his clothes when he went through a wall halfway to talk to someone on the other side. You had no expected to see someone naked on your first day!    Lunch always was the worst. During class, you were placed in a seat and didn't have to pick anything. Luckily you had made friends with a boy in your class, 1-B. No one seemed to be that trustful of him due to his quirk which they labeled as dangerous and villainous. Shinso walked with you    "So, where are we going to sit?" His voice brought you out of your thoughts, the loud chattering on the cafeteria coming back to your ears. You nodded and began to walk, knowing the boy was following behind you. He was letting you pick...Why did he have to let you pick?! Your eyes scanned the large crowds, not sure where to sit. How could so many people go to one school and eat all at one time? This seemed to be a bad plan in case of an emergency.    Some of your classmates were sitting together but you noticed there were no seats left. There were a few tables with one spot left but you didn't want to separate from your purple friend. He was the only person you had talked to. If you lost him, then you truly would know no one that you sat with. Your hands tightened on your tray as panic set in. You hated having to choose...Just as your chest began to feel like it was being tightened in a vice, a voice like an angel rang out.    "Hey, need a place to sit?" It was a girl with short purple hair, darker than Shinso's. It bordered almost on black but next to the bird boy she was sitting by, it was easier to see the difference. It took you no less than three seconds to thank her and sit down. Shinso simply sat down next to you with that tired look on his face. You were surrounded by what you would call goth kids but you wouldn't ask for anything else. This was a miracle in your eyes, even if you didn't seem to fit into the group's aesthetic.

[inumaqi]

top ten tagged by @linkspooky 🍊 explanations under the cut! sorry for rambling xo → rules: name your top ten favourite characters from ten different fandoms, and then tag ten people - @osomanga @kara-suno @anonimarevolts @zeninmaki @wildbishonen @shysheeperz @tkmewthyou @kaldurlenn @joxterism @marshmallowdonutsprinkles

snufkin okay so he’s the only one not from an anime or manga but i had to put him on bc he’s the most important fictional character to me, ever. i grew up watching the moomin cartoons in the 90s and thinking about it instantly calms me down - they used to air the episodes early in the morning when it would still be dark outside: the landscapes were moody and cosy, the characters were so softly spoken and articulate... it’s just peak nostalgia. anyway, snufkin is moomin’s best friend; he returns to moominvalley every year to be with his friends during the spring and says his goodbyes to go adventure again come winter. it upsets moomin when he leaves but snufkin is adamant that quiet and solitude are important and healthy, and it���s not fair to expect him to compromise on his independence - that made a really big impact on me as a kid, especially as someone who never really had their ‘own’ space (twinsies). relationships aren’t weakened by physical distance or time, they’re about communication and understanding. that was important too. i don’t think i realised just how influential it had been until i was an adult but snufkin is an anarchist. he first shows up in the comics when moomin and sniff are talking about opening a bank - he tells them they should plant fruit trees instead. he destroys private property and rescues orphans, he refuses to participate in things that don’t bring him joy. when he’s asked where home is, he replies, “nowhere. or everywhere! it depends how you look at it” - the whole world belongs to him, and the whole world belongs to everyone else too.

yomo renji in general, i like characters that trudge along in the background and do the nitty-gritty work that supports the main story. i like people like that irl too. more than anything else, yomo is desperate to form human connections, even though he’s shackled by self-doubt and self-loathing. he just wants to positively contribute to a community, thinking he’s most useful keeping a quiet eye on people who might need protection/guidance (while still giving them space to grow and act themselves) or foraging for human corpses so that others aren’t in danger or moral anguish doing it for themselves.

bird boy is a total weapon - “the perfect ghoul” - and you’re reminded over and over again but a lot of his growth is about rejecting violence and repurposing his power as something productive that he can use to help the people around him instead of hurting people (the yang to uta’s yin). in the first few chapters, he says he kills humans (he’s a ghoul, humans are food, it’s natural) and yet he’s consistently framed as a scavenger who seeks out ‘roadkill’ [suicide victims] for sustenance, even before coming to anteiku, and implements a system so other people can do the same.

suguru getou i was originally gonna say meg bc i love him but, having just finished The Flashback Arc, i can’t stop thinking about getou and i’m beyond impressed with how akutami has managed to ground him so well, so sympathetically. getou is the sick, warped darkness to the hopeful light that gojou commands but... in an uncomfortable twist, the reverse is true, kind of.

actually, gojou is arrogant and confrontational and hyper individualistic. he’s a dissident. getou is obedient, compassionate, self-aware... he has a sense of social responsibility and passionately believes that his skills should be used to protect those who can’t protect themselves - non-jujutsu sorcerers - and all of the suffering he endures as a result is worth that. idk if others are reading his downfall differently but, from where i’m standing, that overwhelming responsibility never goes away, he doesn’t give up on it - he just starts to view the social landscape differently and begins to see how jujutsu sorcerers are vilified and mistreated in spite of all the good that they do. the ‘weak’ aren’t really weak when they’re able to organise and assert collective power over a minority, and so his sympathies shift.

the nail in the coffin for getou is learning that the hurt and pain could be eradicted from the world by cutting the head of the proverbial snake: non-jujutsu users generate cursed energy, so get rid of non-jujutsu users and cursed energy won’t be generated. it’s all horribly, weirdly rooted in good intentions that weigh him down and misdirect him.  shinazugawa genya i feel like the bond that slowly starts to develop betwen tanjirou, and zenitsu and inosuke (in particular) is nicely foiled by genya’s lonely journey towards becoming a pillar. after losing almost all of his family and having sanemi walk away, genya is angry, antisocial, rude, violent, evasive...

he’s characterised as competitive, as if he hates his peers and wants to leave them in the dust as an act of self-satisfaction, a power fantasy or whenever, but this is a deliberate misdirection to cover for the fact that he’s scrambling to be a pillar so that he can reconnect with his brother and prove to him that he can protect himself; that sanemi doesn’t need to shoulder everything alone like he used to. his entire goal is an act of apology.

and in a story where so many characters are able to hone these exceptional skills, genya is uniquely disadvantaged as the only one who can’t master breathing techniques. rather than having a hero moment and powering up, his need to reconnect with sanemi is so strong that he essentially decides to compromise his humanity and become a kind of monster by ingesting the demons he’s pledged to annihilate. amajiki tamaki i wish i had a a longer explanation for this one but it’s actually super simple: tamaki is a really, really, really good portrayal of a person burdened with severe anxiety. the way he physically carries himself, the way he hides his face, his manner of speaking, his dependency on his mirio, how he interprets compliments as trickery, how he needs to be pushed and pushed and pushed before he’s finally able to release his potential... every single scene with tamaki felt deeply personal when i was reading bnha and i knew exactly what he was supposed to be feeling. shinmon benimaru sometimes good, nice people don’t fit a little friendly mould and i like that benimaru is hostile and rough and antisocial, even with people he cares about. he doesn’t expect anything of people, he doesn’t want them interfering with him, and he wants to help and support them all the same because he believes in community. he’s completely oppositional to the special fire force because he thinks it’s a tool to pursue an ideology rather than to protect people, which is why it’s so important when the eighth are finally able to win his approval - they become the only company the seventh consider allies, and it’s proof that their objectives are righteous. despite his reputation as... kind of a nuisance, his skill is acknowledged by everyone and he’s universally regarded as the strongest fire soldier there is. in spite of his antisocial attitude, he agrees that it’s important to share that with younger fire soldiers - he’s incredibly patient and understanding with them, helps them to individually adapt. the way he (and others in company seven) operate in contrast to the other companies when fighting infernals is really cool to me for two reasons: (1) it provides a commentary on how cultures and traditions often struggle to survive when they’re systematically (forcefully) replaced through power and wealth - although the subtext is a little troubling because it’s unclear whether ōkubo is conflating multiculturalism with globalisation which, uh, big nope; and (2) philosophically speaking, the approach to death is interesting. where the other companies essentially perform last rites and offer absolution to the deceased, benimaru personally takes responsibility - at the request of the people in his district - for sending them off in huge public display, kind of like a festival intending to celebrate their life. i think it speaks to how profoundly he values life. akihiko kaji i liked akihiko from the beginning because he’s stoic and introspective and also excitable and dumb. he’s a people watcher and waits for opportunities to softly guide uenoyama and mafuyu when they’re quietly crying out for help but doesn’t interfere any more than he thinks is necessary because he knows they can make their own way to where they need to go. i liked akihiko even more when he got really fucking messy. his relationship with ugetsu is sweet and it’s incredibly ugly and unhealthy because they both fail utterly to communicate with one another - they’re both to blame for avoiding and hurting each other, and i think that’s a really normal issue that people find difficult to overcome. i’m super interested (and really nervous) to see how his relationship with haruki develops. he’s done some horrible things to haruki and i want him to be accountable for those things and have them affect their relationship in a realistic way.

tanigaki genjirou one thing i really, really love about golden kamuy is the way noda satoru incorporates the importance of minority cultures into the story, and tanigaki’s apparent abandonment of his matagi heritage is really beautifully written. matagi hunting traditions shaped his life as a young man, it’s how he was able to really assimilate to the people around him and form relationships and - without getting too spoilery - he divorces himself from it all when he’s overcome by grief and hatches a plan for revenge against the person responsible. so, by allowing himself to surrender to negative feelings and thoughts instead of seeking support and learning to heal from what happened, he becomes a total shadow of himself. 

makimura takeshi i know i’ve gushed about it before but i can’t properly explain just how incredible it felt seeing an asexual character in manga dialogue about being asexual, and devils’ line does it twice. the reason i’m so attached to makimura in particular is because he doesn’t seem to have fully figured it out - and he’s kinda... comfortable with that. he wants to be with someone and he wants to be monogamous but he can’t understand why he doesn’t feel sexual desire towards her; he knows his feelings aren’t platonic but doesn’t know whether they can really be called romantic either.

not to go dark mode but i very vividly remember just how lonely and horrifying it was battling with those uncertainties when i was a teenager, thinking i was broken because i didn’t have Normal Human Feelings and needed to be fixed. i was so worried about it that i thought about all the boys i knew, picked the one i thought was the nicest and actively tried to develop a crush on him. it was dumb as fuck but, ten years later, i realise it was really desperate and sad too. i forced myself to have ~my first kiss~ (it was horrible) because i felt like i was getting left behind and i think i would’ve put myself in worse situations as i got older if i hadn’t suffered with such bad social anxiety.

i hadn’t really thought too much about a lot of this stuff for yeaaars but it all came flooding back when i was reading devils’ line. it was bittersweet bc i was remembering all of those shitty feelings but also watching this character grapple with those same questions and go: i don’t know yet and that’s not weird, let’s just grow with it. i still don’t totally know whether i’m ace or aro or bi, or whatever, but i’m trying to be okay with just... not knowing.

misora shuuji anyway, devils’ line isn’t actually a manga with a specific focus on sexuality and gender but shimanami tasogare is and all of the characters are written beautifully. if you haven’t read it yet... then why haven’t you read it yet? misora is only about twelve years old and watching them battle with their growing pains is really compelling - they’re closeted but, through the lounge, they have somewhere to explore their gender and all the questions they have about it. they’re amab and present as traditionally feminine wrt clothes, wigs, makeup, etc. but can’t quite tell if they see themselves as a girl, a boy or non-binary.

with the onset of puberty and anxieties about physical changes to their body, misora’s story puts a lot of emphasis on the pressure they face to just ‘make up their mind’ about something that’s actually incredibly complex and doesn’t have any easy answers. they snap and shout and get upset, especially when tasuku (the protag) tries to push them into a corner because he wants a concrete label or identity he can attach to misora, even though space is exactly what misora needs.

[peachy-inserts]

Ok well if angst is ok then heres the thing, fem reader has a healing quirk but every time she heals someone she can feel the pain of the injuries 10x more than the original until shes done healing. Her secret move tho is that she can also revive the dead in exchange is her own life. Now reader and Aizawa are coworkers, shes an assistant nurse/teacher, they like each other but never confessed yet. While protecting his students in a fight with villains, Aizawa dies, reader saw this and did what

-only she can do in that situation. After she did it, she was able to confess to Aizawa before she dies. So there, sorry if its long and if its too much I understand but thank you so much and I absolutely love all of your works!! Looking forward to see your blog grow 😊😊😊

Oh boy, we thrive off of angst in this house. I did change it slightly, i hope you like it! the only difference is that he doesn’t die, but the reader does, so that its more dramatic

Aizawa x Reader, who dies to save him during an attack(angst!): TW: blood and death. Word count: 2,000

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The city was on fire with rumors and suspicions of a possible villain attack on UA High School. After the first, by the League of Villains, the school had no other choice but to resort to extreme precautionary measures; therefore, the local police station had the authority to monitor the security  system, and was immediately notified of any triggered alarms. With this many people having access to such vital information it was no shock that:

1. Private matters would soon become public affairs

2. A smart enough criminal could infiltrate the system if they were desperate enough

So, unfortunately, these rumors were true. Amidst all the chaos and confusion of reporters trying to make their way past the gates and interview heroes on active duty, you ran about the grounds helplessly, scouting for stragglers and injured students. You push a camera out of your face, its owner spinning around on his heels, and shout at him for being reckless and inconsiderate; how could you keep people out of danger if they willingly (not to mention ignorantly) threw themselves into it headfirst?

The cafeteria was being used as a safe point, where All Might was stationed, too weak to actively engage in combat, but strong enough to hold off one to two villains in order to  protect those inside in the unlikely event that the less powerful students were targeted. It was those in the hero course that they were after. Since those at the point had been deemed safe for the moment being, you were sent to search for any more that would need to be sent there, unable to fend for themselves, as well as those that could but had been injured. 

“My God…” you said out loud, as you threw an unconscious teen from the support course over your shoulder. “-they’re just kids”. You yourself, in all your years of being a pro had never had to endure these many attacks in the span of a year.

Once under the security of the cafeteria, you gently placed their limp body onto a nearby table and began the healing process, gently cradling his head you assumed, due to the lack of visible injury, that they may have been knocked out by pure blunt force. In the matter of only a few seconds, he sprung upwards, nearly headbutting you, and thanked you profusely, knowing the effects of your healing.

Because of your incredibly useful quirk, you were immediately recruited onto the UA staff whenever you earned a name for yourself. You liked it better this way, as you were unable to adapt to offense due especially to the pain you were forced to endure during healing. Over the years that you had been working at the prestigious school as an emergency nurse and support teacher, you had gotten considerably close with your colleague, Shouta Aizawa. He admired your resourcefulness and readiness to assist, and found that your quirk was as strong as it was because of your selfless and caring personality. The two of you frequently met up in the teacher’s lounge before class to complain about specific students, discuss possible lesson plans, or just simply catch up on your personal lives over a piping hot cup of instant coffee, courtesy of whoever forgot to bring the box of it home. Around maybe a year or so ago, you began to accept that you were in love with the scruffy, careless man. Nights upon nights of tossing and turning, crying and laughing, and contemplating had led you to the conclusion that admitting this to him, or anyone else, would be detrimental to his career and the safety of the students. You found it depressing that you were so hopelessly in love, and wasn’t able to do a single thing about it; all you could do was occasionally buy him lunch, sub for him during your free period, and make an exaggerated point to welcome him to work every morning.

Back to the matter at hand. You shook yourself out of a daydream about what could be if it weren’t for your professions, and scolded yourself under your breath for being so easily distracted in the middle of a crisis in which lives were at stake. What if he was hurt, though?

Suddenly, you felt a strong grip on your shoulder, and turned around to see All Might before you, looking worn and battered from years of battle, as well as the current stress the staff collectively shared due to the intrusion.

“Toshinori? What’s wrong? Where am I needed?” you sputtered out, worried about what he may say and something tugging at the back of your head that screamed at you to go out into the battle and help the other heroes, instead of waiting around here where there was nothing to be done. However, you knew you were needed here. You two were the only ones watching over the safety point.

“Its okay- I was just here to tell you that everyone here is accounted for. They need you out on the grounds to help the ones fighting”.

With no more than a determined nod, you stormed out of the main building and out into the combat, where you were quick to notice that there were considerably fewer heroes present than you had intended to see… The integrity of the surrounding buildings was no longer, most of them having had their walls knocked down and windows busted out. You quietly hoped that the glass had been broken from the impact of a villain being thrown against it, but with the amount of wounds you had healed in the past hour, you knew better than to assume that was the case. In reality, it was an absolute disaster.

“Eraser! You can’t hold them back on your own for much longer, just let Mirio intervene!” you heard someone distant shout, and quickly hastily began to search for Aizawa; your gut instinct was right, he needed help.

“I fucking told you, now stop distracting me! There’s no need for the students to get any more involved…” he trailed off, having been struck in the face.

“Shouta!” you called out to him, sprinting as hard as you could in the direction of his voice, finding him engaged in battle with a large, hideous figure, whose skin was a deep, unnerving green embellished with huge, swelling boyles. He had a grip on Aizawa’s neck, and you could see… blood gushing from his eyes. He couldn’t see to use his quirk. You could feel your heart sink into your stomach; there was no way that he could make it out of this on his own. What if you hadn’t showed up? Having been trained to think rationally in these situations, you quickly called out for another hero to take the lead. One look and you knew that you, without any offensive capabilities, wouldn’t be able to take this monster out. Besides, you had to help Aizawa.

Mirio was on call in an instant; his cape had been torn off and his costume torn in spots, but nothing could ever touch his strikingly faithful spirit. He was quick to pry his teacher from the grip of the beast, knowing your intentions of using your quirk to help Aizawa and thus baiting the villain into a different area, so that you had enough time and security to go through with the process. 

He was in terrible condition. There he lay, desolate and helpless, blood oozing out from his wounded eyes and his appendages bent every which way. His scarves were long gone, having been stripped from him to make overtaking him an easier task. He was targeted, and you knew it.

“Shouta! Shouta - i-it’s me! Can you hear me?” he was clearly in worse condition than when you had first heard him only moments ago, before you had located him. Seeing him in so much pain, it was… the worst thing that you ever had to go through. Before you knew it, tears spilled out from your eyes and cascaded the bumps in your swollen cheeks, down your chin and dripping onto his chest. Without giving him time to answer, you threw yourself on top of him in a protective manner and drained all the love from your body into him.

“Huh?” he coughed a few times, and then wiped the blood off of his face with the arm that was broken only moments ago. You had never been known to be able to heal so many serious injuries at once, at such a speed, and this immediately alarmed him once he was steady enough to have a firm grasp on his consciousness. “No, w-wait, stop!” he pushed himself away from you, sliding out from under your body, subsequently collapsing from the energy that it took.

Already, you were shaking from the pain. You began to shake as it overtook you, but you didn’t lose sight of your goal. You never did, never wavered. He loved how stubborn you were, adored how determined you were, but in this moment all he wanted to do was grab you by the shoulders and scream some sense into you.

Desperate, you pinned his arms down and looked over him, sobbing. It broke his heart.

“Please, stop, please!” he begged you. “I’m fine now, I really am, you don’t need to do this. It’s unnecessary!” he ditched his stoic demeanor in turn for a plead. He was in excruciating pain, and didn’t want to begin to imagine how bad it was for you; all he wanted was for you to stay out of harm’s way, and yet here you were suffering for his sake.

“No!” you practically screamed in his face, causing him to wince. “I can’t- I can’t let you die! I can’t let you be hurt like this…” You stuttered through choked sobs, partly from emotions, partly because of the extremity that your body was subject to. 

“I won’t die- you’ve already done enough - I can make it to the hospital just fine, so why are you putting yourself through this?” he was lying, and he knew it; if he wasn’t then he would have simply pushed you off of him by now.

“Because I love you!” 

You weren’t even aware of what you had just said, or rather, it didn’t register that you hadn’t developed the sort of relationship with him that it was a normal thing to say. What did it matter anyways?

“I- I love you, too…” Aizawa said, feeling a huge weight leave his chest. Feeling more at ease, he flipped you over onto your back, causing you to cough up blood. Shaken, he sat you up so you wouldn’t choke and made a point not to touch you, as badly as you just wanted to hold you tight, so that you couldn’t use your quirk.

“I love you” he choked out, feeling immense shame and guilt for your wellbeing. No response. You fell over, limp the pain having been too overwhelming for your body to handle at once. 

You were dead.

And it was all because of him

-mod jo

[elmidol]

Compassion is a Foreign Taste (NSFW)

Three Blind Tooke Part One Resistance is Futile

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Warnings: noncon, mind control, vaginal sex, coercion, mentions of self harm

Three Blind Tooke Part One: Resistance is Futile

Chapter Four: Compassion is a Foreign Taste

Who said life was going to be easy? My child, that is simply a lie. For to live will be the hardest thing ever, And the simplest is to die.

You were reluctantly obedient as the plate was taken away from you, as the man returned to his chair and fell into a state of meditation. You had pulled your clothes back on, tiptoed over to where the book remained on the floor, and brought it back onto the bed with you. Skimming through the pages, you tried to appear as though you were reading when in reality you were scanning through the room. There were no weapons available to you. The only thing was—the ashes. You swallowed hard at the thought of using them. Yet it was so poetic. He burned his enemies—and you would make him suffocate on their remains.

I slay monsters, you reminded yourself. You could not help but think of a story your father used to tell you at night before bed. It was when he had learned of the tale traveling amongst the children, the story of the monster under the bed.

“Why do you think monsters are real?” he had asked you, patient as ever. You had then responded to him a small voice. You told your father how you could feel the creature’s breath. That it came so close to snatching you each night. “If monsters are real, so then are those who slay them.”

“Are you a monster slayer?” you inquired. Your father had smiled patiently at you.

Once upon a time, he said to you, there were no monsters. Nor were there any heroes. People of all species simply were. Then one discovered power—“The Force?” you asked, interrupting him; your father nodded, though he continued to speak all the while—and more coveted what they could not have. Power was never meant to corrupt, my child; yet those who wielded it unknowingly drew fear and jealousy into the hearts of others. The power could be used for the greater good, or for great evil.

Another grew to learn the power, to be able to wield it. He manipulated those who were jealous of him, convincing them that he would be their servant if only they performed tasks that could make him stronger. One such task was eliminating the first to know the power.

How blindly people obey when they are afraid, when they are jealous—when they do not understand something. You are correct, my child, that there are monsters. But those who wear the guise of a friend are the most terrifying creature of all.

It was this exact reason that the unmasked Kylo Ren terrified you so.

Those who slay monsters do so at a great cost. One that can never fully be understood by those they protect. You must lose a piece of yourself to take a life. While you are saving countless others, you are still the one to have that choice—do you chance mercy, or do you give into the fear of the creature? You blacken your heart for the greater good. There is very little black and white in the profession of slaying monsters. It is gray and ugly. It is not beautiful, it is far from glorious.

Those who slay monsters choose to be ugly, and in this they are the most beautiful. They live in pain, my child—a pain that cannot be fully seen. They bear it all on their shoulders, the weight of the world. And when at last their time comes, it is then that we see their true beauty—the expression of pure rapture as their burden is removed.

“Dying isn’t pretty!” you had shrieked.

Your father smiled fondly at you. “That is precisely the point, my dear. Dying is not pretty, and neither is killing. It is ugly. Monsters kill, and so we think them ugly. Monster slayers also kill—and that is why they sometimes find their own death to be such a mercy, so beautiful. Because that means they no longer have to observe that ugliness, no longer commit it.” You had then curled up further against your father as you sat in his lap. Your mind tried to comprehend all that he had said.

“You’re not ugly, daddy.” A soft sigh from him. What was he to say? To deny being a monster slayer would likely cause your childish fears to return. And so he merely wrapped his arms around you, holding onto you with the knowledge that, one day, the weight of his words would truly become something you bore.

It was agonizing, waiting for night to arrive. You were taken to the refresher a handful of times so that you could relieve yourself. Otherwise you remained on the bed, your eyes darting from the canister of ashes to the book and back. Every so often you would stare at your captor. He not once looked your way. When he did climb into bed, you acted the part of being exhausted and covered yourself with his blankets. You laid with your back to him, much as you had the previous time he had brought you to his quarters. This time, however, he did not endeavor to touch you, to run a hand along your spine. He merely laid there quietly until you could hear his breath coming out more evenly. You slowly turned onto your opposite side, and found yourself staring at his face as he slept. Never would anyone suspect that that face belonged to a monster.

Not all monsters are ugly, dad…and that’s terrifying.

You pushed your legs behind yourself, shifting out of bed with no haste so that you did not waken him. You rose onto your toes, making quiet work of crossing the room. You arrived at the canister then paused. Listening, you ensured that he had not stirred. You then slipped your hand into the ashes. It was, for you, a horrifying experience. These were your comrades. Not even properly buried or burned—collected for Kylo Ren’s amusement. Well, you thought, let that be the death of him. You curled your fingers around a generous handful of the ashes, turned, and tiptoed back to the bed.

You climbed onto it just as slowly as you had left it. The man did not stir. Licking your lips, you peered down at his face. His mouth was not open, which you had hoped it would be. You glanced at his nose. That alone wouldn’t do. Seizing your bottom lip with your teeth, you edged even closer to his slumbering form. You parted your teeth so that you could purse your lips. A light stream of air escaped you, washing over his mouth. In his sleep, Kylo Ren’s lips parted from one another. You immediately placed your hand over his mouth, sprinkling in some of the ashes before flattening your palm against both his mouth and nose.

With a cough, the man’s eyes shot open. He sat up in bed, his hand flying out, and you found yourself thrown across the room. You hit the opposite wall with a thud, the impact knocking the wind out of you. Kylo Ren hooked his fingers, and you gasped out in pain. All the while he coughed, choking up the ashes that had managed to slide down his throat.

With a snarl, he rose from the bed and flexed his fingers. Your body was dragged by the will of the Force to him, his outstretched hand encircling your throat. He squeezed, eliciting a whimper from you. Kylo Ren walked, you in his grasp, to the canister of ashes. It was there that he relinquished his hold on your throat in favor of seizing the back of your neck—in this manner he shoved your face into the collection of ashes. He held you down there. Ashes entered your lungs with every breath, through your nose and your mouth alike. You wheezed, feeling as though you were going to suffocate. Your lungs were starting to burn, your eyes watering in pain. The ashes clung to your flesh and lips.

Being thrown to the ground was a small mercy, one that was not long lived. His foot collided with your stomach. You bunched up, crying and yelling in pain. He did not strike you in such a way again; instead, the man stepped over you partway, lowering himself so that he was kneeling above you directly over your chest. One of his hands found your face, your jaw. He squeezed so hard you heard a pop, which prompted you to quickly open your mouth before it was dislocated. Kylo Ren shoved three of his fingers inside, all the way to your throat. You gagged around the digits, which seemed to only encourage his behavior. He pressed even further, far enough and for long enough until you felt your stomach churn. As he withdrew his hand, you were turning onto your side again in order to vomit. Everything you had eaten that was not fully digested came up. You sobbed, vomit and spittle hanging from your mouth.

“How foolish,” he said passively, his voice hoarse. “The Resistance and its false ideals.”

The words wrapped around you like a vice. To truly break someone, your father had said when you were older, you need only attack their beliefs, their culture and religion. They will then destroy themselves by attempting to defend it. People feed on desperation, on prolonging it. A man will cry out for the sake of justice, and what shall meet him in return is the laughter and coos of his enemy.

How you longed to scream at him despite this. It would give him such pleasure—yet how could you not defend everything you stood for? This man perverting it. Demonizing it.

He’s taken my body. I can’t let him have my mind.

Your silence was not in submission to the man. You simply needed to delay your next attack, lest he defeat you entirely.

In little time, two stormtroopers entered Kylo Ren’s quarters. They seized you and dragged you away, back to the wretched cell. You were sprayed with a hose of sorts, rinsed in this manner, and then redressed in your old attire. Once more did you have to endure the mittens and muzzle. You lowered yourself onto the table-like bed and sat there. Waiting.

You guesstimated that three days elapsed; during which you received, each day, two of the shakes to keep you alive, and were bathed with a cloth one other time. It was on the fourth day that Kylo Ren entered your cell. He said nothing to you. He merely stood there, watching you for several minutes before leaving. The following day you awoke from a small nap to find him squatting in the center of the cell. Once more he was observing you, his head tilted to the side. He rose upon seeing you were awake, and you were left alone in the cell. Four more days he came to you without saying a word. And then you did not see him again.

You sat there, blinking and wondering exactly how you felt about the fact that you were anticipating his coming. It was not something you necessarily desired, however it did prove to be, well, expected. Thus when he did not arrive for two more days, you feared that you had thrown away your chance to kill him. You would rot in this cell, of no help to the Resistance; no chance of escaping his clutches. And he did not even have the decency to kill you quickly. Oh, you tried to find ways to harm yours. You bashed your head against a wall, blood trickling down your forehead when the stormtroopers entered and pulled you away. You were now chained by your ankle to a small stake that had been plunged into the center of the room. Your makeshift toilet had been brought closer. When it came to sleeping, you had to endure the ground.

Trying to bash your face in on the ground had resulted in you being given a sedative. You had slept for a long while, and when you finally blinked your eyes open, you knit your brow. The ceiling was different. That was the first thing you noticed. The second was that your ankle was freed from the chain—there was no chain, you realized. You looked up from your leg, your eyes focusing in the dark. Someone was watching you; sitting upon a chair and watching you.

His helmet was on; it had been every time he visited you. As though you were no longer permitted to see his face after attacking him in such a manner. No robes, you noted, your eyes sweeping along his frame. You slipped up onto your elbows while you laid there on the ground. Kylo Ren straightened his posture.

If your math was correct, it had been thirteen days since you had last been in his quarters. You had been away from the Resistance, had been a prisoner, for over twenty days. Just shy of a month. You knew you would be considered dead by those at the various bases. Your allies had likely mourned your death similar to the way they mourned the others. You were not dead, however. Not in the sense they believed. Oh, little pieces of you died each day you were forced to live. And the man across from you seemed to always be watching as you faced those deaths. You lowered yourself back into a recumbent position.

“Little tooke.”

“Creature,” you said in return.

There was a pause, a moment of silence as, perhaps, he considered what you had called him. Then Kylo Ren moved his hand, and you found yourself forced up onto your knees then your feet. “You will walk to me.” You obeyed, unable to fight the influence of the Force, especially in your weakened state. Kylo Ren made another gesture, and the shackles fell off your wrists. They clattered to the ground noisily, the chain along with them. He seized the mittens, removing them, and then sat back. “Why do you still fight, little tooke?”

“I slay monsters,” you whispered, the words slipping off your tongue though your mind was not yet fully your own. Kylo Ren’s shoulders rose and fell as he breathed and stared at you. He repeated the term monsters as though trying it out. “You wear a mask so that you won’t even have to see yourself. The ugliness.”

“Ugly? And what of you, tooke?”

You thought of your father’s words. You were not dead yet, and thus there was only one thing you could be. “I am ugly too.”

Kylo Ren’s power washed over you in a stronger wave. You were frozen in place, unsure what to do. That was of little importance, however, when his index finger twitched. “Strip for me.”

Your hands went to the top of the meager cloth that was intended to be a dress. You slid it down the length of your body, shimmying out of it before clasping onto your panties on either side. These, too, you slipped out of.

“Get on your knees and pleasure me.”

Again your mind could not fight the command; it seemed only logical, everything he said. Why should you argue? There was no reason to. You lowered yourself onto your knees, moving between his legs, which had parted for you. While you freed his cock from his pants, Kylo Ren reached behind you and undid the muzzle. This he dropped to the ground. Relaxing against the back of the chair, he sighed as you wrapped one of your hands around his cock and lowered your mouth onto him. You laved him with your tongue, bobbing your head. Kylo Ren had his visor pointed in your direction, watching you as you cupped his sac with your other hand. You ran your thumb along his testicles, fondling them while pumping his shaft with your hand and teasing the head of his erection with your mouth. You swirled your tongue along his slit, sealed your lips around him again, and then once more engulfed him.

He moved your hair so that it was draped over one of your shoulders. “More.” You took even more of him into your mouth. Kylo Ren bucked up into your mouth, his cock brushing near your throat. Even under his control, you gagged. Drawing back, you moved more slowly this time, working your way up to where you were able to deepthroat him. His head lolled back, and his hands found the sides of your head. Kylo Ren bucked up off the chair, his hips in the air as he fucked your mouth.

After a few more thrusts, he seized you by your hair and pulled your mouth off his cock. “Climb onto my lap and fuck yourself on my cock.” He sat back with his ass once more touching the chair. You crawled up his body, your eyes—glossed over while you were under his control—on his mask the entire time. You set your knees on either side of his hips, grabbing his cock and positioning it at your entrance. His breath hitched, his hands on your waist as you lowered yourself onto him. “You’re so tight,” he groaned out. The muscles in his legs tensed, as though it was with great effort that he restrained himself from fucking you with abandon.

Setting your hands on his shoulders, you used your legs to raise yourself so that he started to slip out of you. You lowered yourself again, rolling your hips. Kylo Ren swore, his grip tightening. Your mouth remained partway open, your breath coming out in pants as you rode him. Kylo Ren began meeting you, thrusting with moves that made it to where his flesh—his shirt having ridden partway up his body to expose a portion of his abdomen—brushed your clit with every roll. You were wet around him, his cock slipping in and out of you easily.

“Moan my name.”

“Mm…K-Kylo Ren,” you moaned out, bouncing even faster. He grazed his thumb against your clit, the seam of his glove teasing you. With his other hand, he pawed at his side, managing to grab hold of his lightsaber on the second try. He held this out between the two of you.

“Suck on this while you continue to ride me.”

Both of your hands wrapped around the hilt, which was turned upside down. You lifted it further upwards while lowering your head. Your lips sealed around the metal, and you began bobbing your head in time with the movements of your hips. Kylo Ren relinquished his hold on the weapon in favor of groping your chest. He palmed your left breast, squeezed it, and tugged at your nipple in a way that had you moaning around his lightsaber. His thumb worked faster against your clit, and all too soon you were cumming, your vaginal walls pulsing around him and pulling his orgasm from him as well. He openly groaned as he came, fucking up into you until he was fully softened.

Without withdrawing from you, he took his lightsaber out of your grasp and replaced it on his hip before returning to you control over yourself. Your eyes widened and you started trembling. His hands were on your hips, keeping you against him. “You seemed to enjoy yourself, little tooke.” You moved to slap him, your hand weakly hitting the metal helmet he wore. It did you more damage than him; your hand stung, and he hardly seemed fazed. He lifted you off of him, setting you on the ground and rising while tucking his cock away. “Such a pretty sight.”

Your legs were wobbly, and you found yourself collapsing forward. You seized one of the arms to the chair to keep from falling completely. “How…how could you?” You felt as though your chest were constricting. You lowered yourself onto your knees, resting your forehead against the edge of the armchair. “How could you make me do something like that? You’re disgusting! You monster!”

“The first officer you shot; Colonel Riggards. Aged forty-three. Widowed with two children…orphans now, tooke. You orphaned two children with a single death. There are still eleven others.”

“You’re one to talk… You’ve left countless orphans in the wake of your actions.”

“Hmm—are you going to be obedient, or shall I send you back to your cell for them to spray you there?” He was clearly bored with the previous topic and had no interest in your input on it. The new topic caught you off guard initially, however you eyed him warily as you understood he was intending to clean you. “Should you attack me, I will break three of your fingers.”

You grit your teeth, pushed yourself back onto your feet, and took a cautious step in his direction. Kylo Ren turned, walking towards the refresher. You followed him, catching your reflection in the mirror when the light was turned on. You had lost weight. This you had already suspected when the stormtroopers had had to replace your previous outfit with a new, albeit smaller, one of the same design. You crossed your arms over your chest. Your eyes followed him when he walked to the toilet, of which he lifted the lid. The man gestured towards it then moved to the shower, adjusting it to the settings he preferred.

It unnerved you that he was aware of your need to urinate. All the same, you had no intention of pissing yourself when there was a toilet right there. Either way he would see you pee, you reasoned. Thus you sat down, used the toilet, and then wiped yourself. By this time, Kylo Ren had proceeded to strip out of his clothing, his helmet and garments set on the counter. It sickened you that he was apparently going to be in the shower with you.

“Get in.” You were nearly taken aback that you did not immediately obey him. So, you thought, you had control over your own body right then. You stepped into the shower, feeling the spray hit you. After being hosed down or else bathed with a simple cloth, the sensation was amazing. You closed your eyes, doing what you could to ignore the fact that Kylo Ren had stepped into the shower behind you and closed the door.

He touched your forehead, over the spot where there was still a slight egg from when you had attempted to crack your skull open. You winced at his touch, thankful when he lowered his arm and his hand returned to his side, out of your sight. From what you had seen of his physique, you knew he was well toned. And the sight of yourself—he could easily take you down even without having to use the Force.

The next time you felt him touching you, it was through a washcloth, which he had soaped up. He ran the cloth along your back, scrubbing you. Your teeth chattered, the rubber coating them causing the sound to be much different than in the past. He washed your back—his touch lingered near the scar that was developing from the exit wound of the lightsaber—your arms, your neck. You stood there, pretending you were anywhere else. His hand moved to your front, where he proceeded to clean your chest, your stomach, and next your legs. As he stood from washing your feet, he cupped your pussy. You clenched your hands into fists, however did not move to strike him—his threat repeated itself in your mind, a reminder to not attempt to hit him right then. It was with a great sense of bitterness that you did not protest as he washed your ass and pussy. He gathered soap into his hands, smoothing the facial wash over your countenance then allowing it to rinse away.

Kylo Ren grabbed the shampoo and conditioner. His fingers in your hair, massaging your scalp, left you with a strange feeling. It was not only disgust, but also a sort of tingling that had you questioning whether or not this moment was real. Perhaps you were imagining it, having a nightmare. But you did not wake up—you were already awake, you told yourself.

When he was finished washing you, the man proceeded to do the same to himself. Upon finishing this, he moved so that the spray was against his back, his body facing yours. You kept your eyes on the sidewall, staring at a random spot while enduring his stare. “Do I need to return you to your cell, or will you be good tonight?” You did not know how to respond. This man had just forced you to have sex with him—a large part of you wanted to get away from him. Yet the thought of a bed again…

“You should lock me up,” you said, knowing full well you would not be able to resist the urge to do him harm if you received the chance. “I slay monsters like you. That is my job.”

He shut off the water without responding to you. After wrapping a towel around his waste, he handed you one with which to dry yourself. You started to do so slowly, relishing these last few moments of false freedom. He exited the refresher before you were done.

Hearing what sounded to be the clinking of a chain, you left the bathroom as well. You paused in the doorway to his room, your heart sinking. Kylo Ren, dressed in a pair of pants, had started to wrap the chain around a part of his headboard, lessening the amount of slack that would be there. He was not returning you to your cell as you had hoped; he was instead locking you up in a different manner. “You will dress in my shirt then sit on the bed while I chain you.” You walked over to where he had lain out one of the aforementioned articles of clothing. It hung past your hips when you put it on, hardly covering you. You climbed onto the bed, offering him your hands. Kylo Ren secured the mittens onto you, the chain giving you only a few inches to move while your arms remained above your head.

As you regained control over yourself, you eyed the man, who had retrieved the muzzle from the ground. This he stared at for a number of seconds before turning to you. You were seated on the pillow, your legs curled off to the side, and your head resting against the wall that was directly above the headboard. He carried the muzzle with him as he came to the bed, where he sat beside you. Not long thereafter, a droid entered the room. It had with it a covered tray, a flute of wine, and a glass of water. You could smell the food, which caused your stomach to growl. After setting the tray of food on the bed in front of Kylo Ren, the droid left. There was no need to punch in a code; you were stuck where you were.

Kylo Ren lifted the lid from the tray. The dish looked expensive. Delicious. He picked up his fork, stabbed one of the vegetables and then, surprising you, he set it against your lips. You parted your lips, allowing him to slide the food into your mouth. He withdrew the fork while you chewed, stabbed another bite, and this one he took into his own mouth. The meat was something tougher, of a consistency that you would not be able to chew given the seal over your teeth. You eyed him enviously when he took a piece into his mouth and started to chew on it. Yet he did not swallow. Instead, Kylo Ren slipped two fingers into his mouth, pinched the meat, and dipped it into the sauce. He set the chewed up bite near your lips, watching you and waiting.

It was a blow to your pride, however you opened your mouth all the same to receive the bite. Your body was starved for nutrients. The meat was delicious, juicy and flavorful. You found yourself eyeing Kylo Ren greedily each time he took a bite. Some he chewed for the purpose of feeding you, while others he swallowed for himself. On these latter occasions, your eyes would begin to narrow in jealousy. The vegetables you were able to chew on your own whenever he gave you a bite. Kylo Ren took a sip of his wine before setting the rim of the water glass at your lips. You opened your mouth and drank when he tilted the cup so that some water poured into your mouth.

The two of you ate without a word to one another. When the plate was emptied and the two drinks fully drained, the droid returned and took the dishes away. Once the door was closed, your captor raked his eyes along your body. “You’re too thin.” He tugged at the collar of the shirt you wore then touched along your collarbone, which was too visible for your liking. “Would you like regular meals?” Your eyes ran along his face—what was he getting at? His lips twitched into a smirk. “Open your legs for me, and I will ensure you are fed meals like what you received tonight.”

You stared at him. “W…what?” He ran his tongue along his lips, and that was all you needed to know what his intentions were. “N-no.”

“You sound unsure.” You had, in fact, phrased that single word quite like a question. If you allowed him to have his fill, you would be fed—and if you were fed, you would have the strength to later resist him. You squeezed your eyes closed, unable to look at him, as you moved your shaky legs to the side, spreading them. “Mm.” He was moving, you could hear him, could feel the mattress shifting as Kylo Ren climbed between your legs. He lifted the shirt up out of his way and buried himself in you.

You turned your head so that you were able to bury your face against your chained arms as his tongue plunged into you. His tongue was long—you had nearly forgotten about its length until it was in you again, fucking you. You bit down on your arm, unable to do damage to yourself, in order to keep from making a noise.

“Look at me,” he said. You shook your head, not opening your eyes and not turning to him. “Do as I say or the deal is negated.” You glared at him. “Do you like this?” He ran the underside of his tongue from your clit to your perineum. You squirmed. “Do you, tooke?” Nostrils flaring, you wished you were allowed to look away from him. “Tell me.” He pursed his lips, blowing against you. You jumped at the sensation.

“I… I don’t like any—“

“I can look into your mind if I think you are lying, little tooke.” You swore multiple times in your head, outwardly giving a small nod and hating yourself for it. He repeated the action then did it in reverse, the top of his tongue running from your perineum to your clit. He sealed his lips around the small nub, sucking at you. When he drew back, he asked, “And that?” You gave another nod. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Tsch… Y-yes.” Kylo Ren turned his face, nuzzling your inner thigh then dragging his teeth along your flesh. He looked up at you. “I don’t…know.” He repeated the action, and you jumped at the contact. “Don’t.” He hummed before placing a kiss on top of your pussy, trailing back down to your entrance. He moved one of his hands, slipping a finger into you. Your leg twitched at the contact, bringing his gaze back to your face. “Can you just…just finish?”

“Should I add another finger?” Your heart stuttered, and you shook your head in the negative. Kylo Ren returned his stare to your lower lips. “You’re soft.” It had slipped your mind that all other times he had touched you, he had been wearing his gloves. It explained why his touches felt different to you. You started to turn away, remembered his words, and looked back down at him. He had begun moving his finger in and out of you. He withdrew his hand from you, climbed up your body, and slipped his thumb into your mouth. “Suck.” You obeyed, sucking for a few seconds until his pulled the digit out and moved back down your body. He slipped his finger into your again, using his saliva-slick thumb to rub against your clit.

“N…nnn…” He paused, his eyes wandering up to your face. You could feel your cheeks were hot, knew you were flushed as your arousal began to build. Kylo Ren moved his thumb once more, this time faster. Your mouth fell open, heavy breaths leaving you. Your toes twitched then curled. “F…ff…u…c…k.” He had started to lap at you, his eyes not leaving your face as he fucked you with his finger, teased your clit, and licked you. “St-stop!”

“You don’t want to cum?” He licked his lips immediately after asking the question, and you shuddered, trembling while staring down at him through your tears. “Fine.” This time when he climbed up your body, he slid his pants down, lined himself up with you, and thrust inside. His face was level with yours as he started to fuck you. This was perhaps worse; your already-stimulated clit brushed against his flesh with every thrust. Your legs shook, thighs pressed towards one another, digging into his hips. “You feel good.”

On one of your earlier missions, the weapon of your partner had backfired, blowing off half his face. You had been forced to shoot him with your own weapon to quicken his death, to be merciful.

He set his lips against your cheek. Not kissing you, merely resting his mouth there. His eyelashes fluttered against your flesh. “Tooke.” His hips had stilled, but you could still feel his hardened member inside you. Gritting your teeth, you turned your head to meet his gaze. “It’ll hurt if you aren’t aroused.” You looked up towards the headboard with your eyes alone. Swallowing, you waited. Kylo Ren began moving again, and this time you did not retreat into your more horrific memories to stop your body from responding to his touches. He came inside you before rolling onto his back. He fixed his pants, meanwhile you were left with the bottom half of your body bared.

“I hate you.” You had whispered the words, but made certain they were loud enough so that he could hear them. You could feel his cum slipping out of your body. It was repulsive and left you feeling sullied all over again. Perhaps that was exactly why he ejaculated inside of you. “Did you hear me…Creature?” You looked over at him, your breath hitching when you found that he was watching you. His expression was unreadable. “I hate you,” you tried again.

“Did you think killing me would be easy?” Confusion crossed your features. “A simple shot… Saying that I was your target—it was a death sentence, and you readily took it.”

“Just because something is unlikely doesn’t mean it isn’t worth trying.”

“There you go—speaking of hope. Do you still hold hope that you will one day be freed? That you will escape?” His eyes dropped from yours to your lips. “You do… You think about it, how you will inform the Resistance of anything you may learn. Such childish thoughts. Foolish. Careless. You have no means of escape—you don’t even know where you are. You’re not a pilot.

“No, you’re simply a rookie who happens to be a decent shot. And so the Resistance decided to send you my way. They practically gift wrapped you for me. I’m only too happy to indulge.” You were again trembling, this time in anger. “You still refuse to accept that you’ve lost.”

“As long as I’m alive, I’ll never stop fighting.”

“To everyone you know, you’re already dead.” Tears spilled down your cheeks. “They’re moving on from your small, meaningless existence.”

“D-d-damn you!”

“Such an obstinate creature.” He lifted a hand, using the back of it to brush your side. “You fear to be touched so deeply, in more ways than one. You fear compassion. You fear empathy.”

“You’re incapable of those feelings, what do you care?” you snarled.

“I have no compassion for enemies of the First Order, this is true,” he stated passively. “But I know them. Compassion and empathy. Useless sentiment.”

“So instead you just rape me. You get off on torturing me. You’re worse than an animal.”

“Do you think I should feel for you?” he asked with an amused grin. “I respect your tenacity…but I will crush you. The Resistance will bow to the First Order.”

“I will never bow to you.”

“Simply let me fuck you for food?” He chuckled breathily, and you recoiled at his words. To cry out in despair while protesting his statements would leave you feeling only foolish. There could be no victory. “You have already begun to submit to me, little tooke. In time, you’ll see.”

“My body means nothing to me,” you whispered, though in some ways you wished this was far truer than it actually was. This time Kylo Ren did not laugh at you. “You think you can use it to break me, don’t you? Even when you force me to be under your control—I’m never truly under your control. Or else you could take the information you wanted…whatever it is.”

“You want to give up and die, tooke,” he stated. You released a ragged breath, your jaw trembling as you turned your head away. “Are you so desperate?”

“You must be,” you returned, your voice more level than you had believed it would be. “Hiding behind your mask, lying to yourself that what you do is okay.”

Instead of responding to you, this time Kylo Ren averted his gaze. He stared up at the ceiling, and silence descended upon the room.

[“The most terrifying monsters,” your father had once told you, “are those who do not realize they are monsters.”]

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Flames and Explosions

Ch. 2

Commission for Asrasdarling

By: Cutegirlmayra

With skies filled with the arching smoke from the plane's engines streaming against the blue of the ever-free Americas, Bakugo and Jenna brace as the plane glides towards the runway. As it's nose dips up to land like a swan to water, Bakugo prepares himself and holds Jenna's waist down, lowering him and Jenna against the g-force. "Darn bumping landings," He gritted his teeth while feeling each bump as the plane skid up and down in its descent, finally leaning straight and rolling powerfully against the pavement of the airport. The plane's slick exterior screeched a little as Bakugo embraced Jenna and slid down it's side with his hand sliding against the aluminum. Jenna held him with one arm around his neck and the other gripping his shoulder, careful to position her feet right as they dropped. With a few blasts from his hands, the explosions helped to lessen the fall. To stay somewhat conspicuous, they darted behind a baggage carrier. The vehicle trains were all linked together and provided the only real cover out in the open runway.

"I can't believe you're here." Jenna cupped his face, still stunned he risked even illegal activity to follow her to America. "Are you sure I won't be arrested for smuggling a bomb?"

Bakugo tried to put on a brave face with a smirk, but she could tell by how much he was sweating that he seemed uncomfortable by that statement. "Yeah… I'm familiar with America's policies…" He peeked out from the cover of the luggage transports, seeing a swarm of security around every bend, or employees scanning the area and hard at work. Bakugo tsk'd, "This doesn't look so good… I didn't exactly bring my passport."

Jenna smiled and looked to the security, willing to play on his anxieties as she leaned her cheek dangerously close to his. "I could wave my arms and be like, hey! Over here! This hero saved my life! I jumped without thinking, now I'm so thankful! What a handsome hero!"

Bakugo, immediately imagining her overly acting this exact scenario out, clamped his hands over her mouth and pulled her back towards him, "Are you an idiot!? Without my hero's license, we're screwed!"

He pinned himself up against the baggage carriers with a hard knock against their steel. Jenna blinked a moment before lightly tugging his hands which were overlapping on her mouth, "You believed me?" She just slightly loosened them enough to turn innocently and look back up at him. "And who doesn't have a hero's license? That's lame."

Anger rose in the pulsing veins on his neck and the side of his forehead, but he was distracted by the situation enough to look back over his shoulder to see more workers walking by on the other side. He would have to control his loud outbursts for now...

Bakugo leaned his head down to her ear, deciding it best to whisper sneakily as he saw a playful smile cross her lips. "Of course I believe you… you're the bratty girl who'd stick her face into a bomb and live to tell the tale." He seemed to slur his words, as though still upset she would risk her own death just to defeat him.

"But that's why you like me." She purred back, threatening to flirt with him as she went to lick his face but he pulled away.

"Urk-!" His eyebrow twitched at her boldness before seeing a man start to mount the small car that pulled the other trains along. He probably wanted to scold her, but now wouldn't be very ideal timing...

"A-as for your first plan, you'll never be able to convince them… Who in their right mind would believe you tried to jump? Besides, my English isn't the best… They'll be suspicious of our story right from the start." He was thinking this through, and his hard expression mixed with his worry made Jenna fall more into the crook of his neck, still holding his hands close to her.

She had never really swooned like this before… in fact, she had crushes, but not as dominantly persistent as this one. However, she knew why, too. No man had attempted such feats of loyalty and love like Bakugo had. He wasn't even trying to seduce her, but everything he was doing was leading to that result.

Jenna continued to admire his face as he strategized, though she was completely capable of figuring out her own escape plan for the two of them, she loved to see him in such deep thought. The thought was for her and him to be together, ultimately, right? How much more romantic could you get..?

'Running from the law, though? I mean,… if we must~' she sighed silently to herself with that thought, thinking it terribly romantic.

"Okay, I'll help." She stepped out of his arms to get a good look at the predicament they were in. The man was getting ready to start up the train of luggage, and Bakugo's body was full of the explosive sweat that would certainly trigger the alarms of any paranoid American airport. So far, everything was looking like a disadvantage that would certainly have them captured and interrogated in no time. "America's not gonna be so kind to a living bomb…" she placed her hand on his cheek again, making him flinch back a moment in surprise before she began to wipe off the shiny droplets and clean him up a bit. Rubbing the nitroglycerin between her fingers, she continued, "We're gonna have to be sneaky." She spoke quickly, "Because I'm technically harboring an illegal immigrant." She blushed and put his hands back over her mouth, muttering, "And a handsome one at that!" before maneuvering herself to look up at the luggage caravan. "But I got an idea. Trust me once again with our lives, Bakugo, dear?"

Bakugo opened his mouth to respond but was distracted by an engine blaring up. "Grr…Oh no." he looked over to see the driver starting to propel the front of the piled passenger suitcases forward like a snake's head slithering along the airport runway. It wouldn't be long before their cover was blown…

"I wouldn't trust you to kill me, that's all I'll say on that!" he shouted a whisper and held a fist up in front of himself, sticking his head towards her as though not liking to rely so heavily on her. "What's this bright plan, anyway? Not that I ever need one!"

Making a sly face, Jenna blinked seductively, "No time to talk now, just follow my lead~"

In his typical annoyance, Bakugo grimaced. "You-!" he whispered but she forcefully took his foot.

"Hoist me up." She instructed.

He was a bit off balanced, surprised as she had grabbed his foot so quickly. But nonetheless, he glared and immediately helped her up over the large container to topple into the suitcases.

"W-wha-oop!" She stumbled before Bakugo also came crashing into the luggage, digging them further inside the uncomfortably stuffy and dirty pile of bags.

"This is your bright idea?!" He hollered quietly as she continued to whack him with continual shushes.

"Keep it down, Blastboy, or my brilliant scheme goes up in flames! Something you're quite skilled at…" She teased, but he just kept getting more and more upset, fidgeting in his spot, wanting to fight her but needing to keep hidden in the gap they created between the suitcases.

"Remember that you came here for me, yeah?" She rose an eyebrow up to him then, but he turned his face away from her, not wanting to reveal any true emotion.

"Don't get the wrong idea, pipsqueak! Thought I'd take a bit of a vacation!" he spat out, but she knew better than to take his words at face value.

'D'aw, look at him.' She smiled up towards him, 'Doesn't want to come off weak to his rival and lover~ I can't wait to beat out his newfound self-control.' She snickered to herself.

"What's so funny?" His face turned back to her, threatening and brutish as usual.

She threw a hand over his mouth once more, "You're too loud." and continued to swerve her body deeper into the stash. Once situated, she sighed and moved herself over his chest, releasing her hand. "You can't keep quiet for more than ten seconds, can you?"

"Tsk! Typical American…" he twitched in his annoyance, but his insults were a lot lighter than before, and she could tell. He maneuvered himself below her so she had something comfortable to lay on instead of the jamming edges of the suitcases all around them. As he endured the pain, she noticed his efforts and lightly kissed his forehead.

"So, not just a ruffian, but a gentleman too." She cooed.

"That's enough…" He blushed faintly but seemed to smile at her giggles. "You're so darn annoying." They butted heads lightly against the other as Jenna nudged her nose to him and began to cuddle him a little bit again.

The whole flight she had been smiling, keeping him relatively smiley too. The two had happily lounged back as the winds briskly pushed their hair back and clouds dewed up their clothes and left them freezing. However, Bakugo was a natural campfire it seemed and kept them both warm with his firecracker palms making small bursts of heat. She had joked that they should have brought marshmallows, but openly enjoyed cuddling up closer to his body. Feeling the intensity of his sparks again... she would have missed it so much! More than anything. He held her closer and nearer to himself and the light explosions on his hands during the high turbulence… His head ducking down to her own just to secure her even more during the outdoor flight.

She didn't know when they'd reach the station but for now, there they were, the skies above them and the stuffy gap between luggage forcing them close again. It wasn't as ideal as the plane, but the cold, oxygen-deprived altitude wasn't too great either.

"Bakugo…" She whispered out, but as she did so she jolted at his hand flinging itself right up by her cheek to stop a suitcase from ramming into her face.

She gawked a moment that she had let herself slip into memory and her feelings without first accessing her surroundings. 'My training is waning because of this man!' she scolded herself, and got just enough off of him to help push the suitcases that were dangerously wobbling to and fro above and beside them. It was like a game of Jenga, and sadly, the zigzagging movement of the caravan was seriously making the luggage close to toppling over on top of them. She had to move aside from their moment of enjoying each other's company again to realize the danger if they were seriously bombarded with heavy luggage crushing them both below.

At least they were together, no matter the uncomfortable circumstances.

She turned herself around, being positioned so her back was on his chest, using her feet to push against the walls of protruding suitcases and make sure that some of the wobbling could be stabilized a bit longer. She then glared up at him, and he looked down at her with a raised eyebrow, also having his arms up to stop the avalanche of weighted bags. "What?" he growled out.

She didn't want to admit that she had momentarily faltered in her senses, knowing he would backlash with mocking insults at her. So, instead, she pushed his face up with her elbow, letting a suitcase come closer to both of them from the front. "I don't want to fight anymore." She lied, enjoying the banter very much but pouting at her silly distraction. "You really will be the death of me…" She mumbled.

"Huh?!" He didn't seem to be able to hear her with her elbow forcing his chin up. He flinched under her touch so she pushed against the suitcase, shoving it back in its place in front of them, "Never… err… mind!" she strained with all her strength, and was able to keep the luggage secure.

The ride had many bumps and jabs of edges littered throughout the venture, causing them to shift positions and wait for it all to be over shortly. His leg moved up over her at one point, slamming his foot hurriedly up to stop a heavy-duty suitcase from crashing down on her. "Geez, how much do these snotty travelers need to over-stuff their baggage, eh!?" he roared out in his frustrations, which only made Jenna lean up and kiss him under his chin, hoping to remind him to stay silent. "Grr… I didn't ask for your praise…" He was acting so much like a tough guy, but she could feel and hear his racing heartbeat as she leaned her ear against his chest. Careful this time to not close her eyes and get too out of it, she continued to use her expert eyes to pinpoint weak spots in the luggage and make sure her arms and legs were holding a foundation that wouldn't crumble so easily…

Now… she felt more so crushed by his protective stands than the shifting luggage, feeling him lean up slightly to strain against holding up the overly-sized suitcase. She felt his body bob with each muscle forcing the suitcase back up, but it was a monster of a feat.

"This is a really tight squeeze." She teased, wishing to help him but unable to move any of her limps which were on trigger points that—if moved—would cause the luggage to topple over.

He just glared at her. "Shut up, stupid!"

"Make me, you cute jerk!"

"…Wait, you're nervous again, aren't you?" He looked down to see she was being lowered and pinned by him trying to keep the suitcase up… but before she could respond with the implied intimate position they were in, she felt the carrier finally stop and a ripple-effect drive both her and Bakugo forward as Bakugo's back was shoved with suitcases.

Now it really did look like an innuendo.

She blushed, amazed he caught on to the subtle joke and turned away. Something scratched at her leg and she pulled it up, "Ow." But when she did so, more luggage started to topple down.

"Get yourself off my butt!" she scolded, "Or I can't get my legs under me enough to push out of this luggage hole!"

Bakugo was about to but as he moved, cursed and threw his back over the falling suitcases.

"Bakugo!" Jenna felt him slam a few times into her, simply from the fall impact, but he amazingly pushed up, even with all that weight on him.

"Quiet!... Grrr…Erk…" The weight hadn't crushed him? "Why is it you're always getting me into awkward situations?!"

'Just how tough is Blastboy?' Jenna marveled before watching him take the piled weight and force it just inches up above himself and where she laid.

The suitcases smelled of dirt and exotic scents and being so close to Bakugo, also of the nitroglycerin in his sweat that seemed to drop on her too if she didn't do something.

He was breathing hard... using everything in him to keep her safe... Or was she just claustrophobic?

"Let me help..!" She turned and pushed off too, helping him as it sounded like the driver was heading out.

Determined to aid and not get spotted, she shoved some of the suitcases to the side and kicked to give him more room. She sighed when at last, the gap reappeared to show they were now in a building, and finally, a door shut and a conveyor belt began to turn on.

She panted a moment, getting her bearings before looking to Bakugo again. She was immediately lost for breath when she saw his mouth grip some of her hair and move it out of her face.

"You okay?" He asked, moving his head to the side to spit on the suitcases and get the rest of her hair out of his mouth.

Her eyes shimmered a moment at his kind gesture, not used to such consideration, especially from him.

"I-I'm peachy…" She cleared her throat, "A-anyway, America can get a little touchy about things. Best to avoid suspicions and lay low for a while…" She joked once again, and to avoid him seeing how touched she was by his gesture, decided to play on nerves and removed her arms from the baggage. Throwing it up, she turned to bring his body against her again.

'That worked for a disguise.' She slyly remarked in her mind as she saw the reddened anger on his cheeks. 'I can't let him think he can get the better of me. Not even for one, small, insignificant second!' she knew she only thought that because of how significant each little action could be for the two of them.

It was a collection of small moments that made this big confession, right? Wait... had they even really, properly confessed yet!?

He twitched above her, still having some of the pain of weight on his shoulders as he tried to protect her from the encompassing mass of suitcases.

With a sneaky grin, she pecked his neck and tickled his chest. "You can move now, you know~ I heard the man leave and doors slam shut." she played, knowing he had done all this to protect her and remain stealthy.

"Tsk! If I get arrested, I'm blaming you!" Bakugo glared down at her, but she placed both her hands along his arms, happy-go-lucky as she was, and slid them up to his hands.

"As long as we're together, I don't care about the consequences… now blast'em."

The suitcases he was trying to hold up suddenly began to burn under his touch, singing their hides. With amazing strength, he kept tossing and punching suitcases off of them before getting too annoyed with the slow pace of it all…

"Ahhh!" An explosion shot the suitcases off of them, sending them flying as he dragged her out of the mess and jumped down.

"Those poor people's stuff…" Jenna felt a bit of pity but it was overshadowed by her amusement at his rage. She felt mischievous, but smuggling her foreign boyfriend into America was turning out to be a fun kind of stressful.

Now his face was fuming with rage, "I'll kill you…" He repeated over and over again. "I'll kill you and the skin that remains..!" his muscles seemed to almost pulse in his fury.

"Shh, shh… Just hold me." She beamed, turning her head to be right up by his ear.

He would have hollered in her ear if it weren't for the fact that they were trying to remain silent.

She quickly massaged the tension and aches in her body though, being pressed against square bags is not her idea of a luxury transportation. She moved then to his shoulder and massaged there too, hoping to relax him somewhat. "We've had a long flight…" She complained, pretending to be sleepy and rubbed her head even further against his chest, also trying to incite him and cancel out the relaxation. She was just his punk in that way,... "You can rant about my nerves later. For now, honestly, sweetie, can't we just get along for five minutes? I can't wait to show you around…" There was a double-meaning in that statement that he didn't pick up on, but seemed to tolerate the massage and head-rubbings before shoving her face away.

"Alright, that's enough. Let's just get out of here." Bakugo held her face out with a death glare, then kicked a suitcase that had fallen on the ground, still steaming from his explosion. She looked to see the action, then pretended to overly swoon at his angry-boy raging as she moved out of his grasp.

His eyebrow twitched at her acting and he let out a threatening growl which made her respond in an alluring purr back, but he just turned his head to ignore her.

They looked for any security but it seemed like the workers would naturally hoist the luggage onto a conveyor belt… So they probably had some time before someone came back into the large garage-like space.

"Hmm… We should be covert about this." Jenna brought up again, seeing the suitcases everywhere. "Fighting shouldn't be an option."

"It's sometimes always the solution." Bakugo seemed charged...

Sensing the tension and seriousness in the air around them now that they were actually within the airport, Jenna decided that pumping him up anymore would only result in a failed mission. "My luggage should already be inside…" she looked for doors that were opposite to the ones she heard closing from before… Hoping to come up with a plan that would successfully get Bakugo out of the airport.

They hid a moment again behind the line of luggage automatically being slipped onto the conveyor belt and popped their heads out from the machine operating it.

The workers would be here soon... either to observe the machines doing their job or manually help organize the bags to go down the chute right.

Bakugo and Jenna waited a moment longer… But no one was coming.

"That blast should have been heard… Not bad for your first break-in, Bakugo." She ruffled his hair as he tried to bite her hand.

"Quit that, Brat, or else!" Bakugo barked. In her usual stealth, Jenna spotted a way out and stopped Bakugo from following murderously behind her, whipping out her arm as he grabbed it before it could hit him. "This is no time for games… We can fight to the death after-!" He blasted more explosions from his hand, thinking she wanted a brawl as that was the least of her worries right now.

"I know you're obsessed with the idea of me striking the finishing blow without remorse, sweetie, but right now I need to think of how to get us out of here." She examined the lock with her other hand, letting him 'hold' the other hand for comforting support. She chuckled to herself at that afterthought.

He let it go with a jerk and whispered a shout right into the side of her face, having his warm breath fluster her a second, but he was clearly getting dramatic. "Quit calling me sweetie! Since when have I been 'dear' or 'darling'!?"

"It's locked…" she rolled her eyes, and then worriedly looked around at the security cameras. Pulling out an arrow, she aimed expertly before pulling the bow that compressed itself out spontaneously, "Also, I never called you darling." She shot brilliantly in a deadeye hit, causing the camera to short-circuit with sparks of electricity at the impact. It was all in a matter of seconds, the speed causing Bakugo to stand still a moment to watch it play out.

"Tsk, I'm no villain." He hissed out, seeing her pull out another arrow, getting her glove out to light it.

As she worked, she frowned at his complaining, "Then you burn the lock." She didn't even look at him as she took the arrow's tip and rubbed it against his skin, trying to get more explosive power to it with his sweat.

He flicked it away and 'tsk'd again.

Sensing she was getting annoyed, he put a hand to her bow and looked her in the eye. "Oui… Only I'm allowed to get frustrated here…"

She recognized his tone shift and stared a moment… amazed by his fiery eyes suddenly turning serious with passion filling them to the brim.

"And if I let you make an explosion, then the whole of America will be on my tail." He stated this so calmly, his demeanor really had changed on a dime.

She was so tempted to kiss him in the heat of the moment, but then watched him place his hand on the lock, burning its metal through with his bursts before blasting the door open.

She gave him a smile, seeing how he hated to be patient.

"It was either help me or get targeted as an illegal terrorist." She kicked the door open it's full width, "You're already risking a lot by being here with me. You gonna keep fightin' to stay by my side or just whine all day and make me wonder why you're really here?"

He was silent a moment but rushed through the door with her, "Alright… fine. Now what?"

'So, maybe he was here for more than a rematch?' That piqued her interest, and she desperately wanted to move on to the other exciting parts of this vacation.

She batted her eyes in a ditsy way as though silently telling him she loved him again.

"Dodge people, blend in." she hurried through the halls, making a tactical plan as fast as she could before seeing some clothes hanging from a locker room.

She smirked, "I've always loved a man in uniform." She grabbed them and tossed them to him. "Here!"

The attire was clearly too baggy for Bakugo, but he didn't complain, just continuing to 'tsk' as he examined the dorky worker's outfit. He shoved his grenade designed wrist accessories to make it look like he had a big, bulky stomach and removed the face mask.

Jenna laughed, but he shouted at her, "QUIET! You try wearing this and making it look good!" she gave him a playful wink, as though suggesting anything she wore would be too good for his eyes.

Once up in the public terminal, the two parted with a plan to meet up after Jenna got her own luggage. They would call an old friend of hers and head to Jenna's grandparent's house, so Bakugo began to weave his way through the airport and look as unsuspicious as possible.

"She left me. What was she thinking!?" He muttered under his breath, looking around the airport, but trying to be discreet. Which was hard… especially after something small and short bumped into him. "HEYYY!?" Bakugo turned around, almost like a lion being disturbed from his jungle's sleep.

He immediately lost his terrifying expression when he noticed a child drop his hamburger and look up to him crying. People started to stare… and one after the other, stopped to watch the scene.

Bakugo, instinctively, reached and grabbed the food before everything inside it toppled to the ground. That seemed to impress the sudden audience, so he carefully used his pinkie finger to balance a loose strand of tomato slice from sliding off.

Arrogantly, Bakugo shuffled the upper and lower buns of the hamburger to have the American meal put back together again in a sloppy, proportional stack of ingredients again with disgruntled grumbles of annoyance. "Here." He spoke in Japanese, "Take it." He outstretched his jumbled offering back to the kid and glared, menacingly.

However noble Bakugo's intentions may have been to save the kid's hamburger, his resting expression made the child fear he wanted to end his life.

He flinched as Bakugo once again tried to hand him back his hamburger, "What's the matter with you, kid, huh? Oh… right." he tilted his head before remembering his lessons on dealing with kids. He tsked, not really in the mood to play sucker to someone who still sucks on candy, but he bent down anyway. Looking like a blonde ape in his stance, he tried to take on a softer expression, presenting the kid with his hamburger in a kinder way. "Be more careful next time, kid. Watch where you're going… or something." He spoke in Japanese but the child threw his arms up, as though thinking he needed to block from what appeared to be a deadly swing when equipped with Bakugo's natural hostile aura… but after a moment, he peeked to see the gentle gesture of the older boy before him.

This time, Bakguo's eyes were softer and looked more tired than anything else.

"Don't you understand? Take it back." Bakugo spoke lighter too, his words almost like an encouraging big brother. The child suddenly smiled, and delicately took his food back, waiting for a second to see if Bakugo was going to do anything else, and then happily began chewing on it.

"Heh." Returning the smile for a split second before going back to his usual frown, Bakugo got back up and put his hands in the unfamiliar pockets that were large enough to keep his mask and gloves in. 'Darn kids… Where's that darn woman at, anyway?'

At the corner of his eye, Bakugo could see an adult walking up quickly to address the child from behind him, and he sidestepped to let the scolding happen. The child's arm was taken and he was pulled back to wherever the adult had come from. Though there was a language barrier, Bakugo assumed it was the kid's mother and straightened up the workman's collar around the shirt, trying to remain hidden. He quickly made his way back into dodging the crowd and staying unnoticed. "That should keep the kid out of trouble." He spoke quietly out loud to himself and continued to try and blend in the best he could, taking in the 'situational awareness' skills he had learned in UA, and also a bit from his spars with Jenna too. Ever since he learned about her 'nervous flirting' tick, he'd been careful to not cause too much of a scene…

Well, the point is he tried.

The black uniform was apparently enough to get staff to just nod and smile to him, but he kept walking on without making eye contact, thinking of getting out of there… before his mind raced back to Jenna.

"Santa!" She joked before she had left him to walk through the airport on his own. "Won't you make my wish come true?"

"That's the evening star!" he shouted back, and she just kept laughing and trying to touch his wrist grenades under the jumper suit's stomach.

It was easy for him to hyper-focus and then preoccupy his thoughts on something else. Eating lunch with her, hollering insults back and forth, watching her get ready to throw out an exploding arrow before the UA security team arrived. They would get into a lot of trouble… but how could she even dare leave UA!?

'And without telling me!?'

He gritted his teeth as the airline's badge glistened metallically in the light, and he was worried it could have been a co-pilot's uniform. Cursing, he stopped a moment to secretly look at it from the bottom of his sight. The badge was backwards, but he wondered if he'd ever get his Hero name to shine that brightly… Chasing after some girl wasn't the way he'd do it… was it?

He took it off and placed it in the other pocket, 'How is Arrow so good at this..? Not causing a ruckus and remaining unseen?' He glanced around to notice that people were watching him, and he ducked his head down deeper into his shirt's collar, puffing it up and stomping off again.

He thought back to Jenna's first battle with him and realized her speed was probably a factor along with her quick, witty planning. He didn't have her unmatched footwork and handiness with a bow and arrow... He was too aggressive, but she was just the same when getting what she wanted.

'What do I want from all this?' he found his feet pausing a moment, stopping in a crowd of walking passengers as his mood turned suddenly very alone and melancholy. Though he was surrounded by people,… he felt they were all like shadows. Shadows pretending to be people, but to him, were just shapes and figures that he didn't know.

There was only one person he felt he knew now, one he didn't want to let go of.

A rival unmatched, though he didn't really feel he needed a partner...

He cursed under his breath, biting on the silent swear as he wanted to prove himself, and stop acting like a coward too afraid to let something good go.

'I'll show her…I swear, when I see her again…' he was biting down hard on his jaw, shaking his head low in agitation, 'I'll show her I can do whatever the heck I want without anyone trying to stop me! Even if she tries to run away-! I'll kill her with how heroic I am!' He gripped his hand into a tight fist in his pocket before seeing yet another obstacle in front of him.

The security was now all over the place, and in his over-sized getup, even the badge wouldn't really protect him much. Especially with his broken English… He was a goner for sure if he didn't figure out a way to sneak past them. He bent his chin down, a little sweat dripping down the side of his cheek in his anxiety. 'They'll really think I'm some kind of villain walking around with another man's clothes on, huh? What do I do..?'

Minutes turned to split-seconds of decision making. He just stared at his goal, a flash of what he thought was a well-lit silhouette that formed details and colors as he pictured Jenna beyond the doors of the airport's exit…

The only thing he really knew… was he was getting to that light. One way, or another!

In his imagination, her hair flipped like strands of glistening rays of water over her shoulder. She turned to look back at him, and smiled as starlit balls shone in bubbles of light colors around her. In that figment of fantasy, he threw himself to skid down the escalator's sides, scaring some people standing idly by on them and threw his arms out to his sides. Little explosions sparked in his palms as he was going to do anything to get to that figurative finish line. He'd already come so far..!

"Screw it, I'll just fight my way through like I always do!" When he speedily got to the end of the escalator's moving arm-rails, he had built enough momentum to launch himself into the air, "ORE WA-!" he was about to announce that he was going to kill them all, though maybe just trip them up in their step before…

…sssswwwIIISSSHHH-Tik!

"Ah..!" Bakugo was hit by a dulled arrow that was large enough to look like a javelin.

He was pushed off his mark, and his eyes turned to see who dared to distract him.

He only saw a blur in his arched descent...

The trajectory of his mid-flight attack was suddenly thrown off course, and he tumbled a little to the ground in a roll before propping himself back up again. "Who shot that!?" he cried out in Japanese, "I'll kill yo-Mmph! Mmmppphhh!" he strained against a girl who's chest bumped against his head as she pulled the gag over his mouth.

"Shhhush~ Let Jenna dear handle this." A strange voice spoke to him, causing him to nervously quake a moment in the surprise of being caught.

She wore a pink jacket with studs, shining silver as though mounted to a chapel's steeple but was from that image. Her hair was blonde and long, dangling down almost like wrapping tentacles that had a mind of their own, and her boots were long up her tall legs as she pinned him against her secured his mouth shut. There also seemed to be a ribbon on the jacket that had one side looser than the other... almost like a pretty punk look.

However, the capture brought back some unpleasant memories of being kidnapped by the League of Villains, but that memory quickly subsided as his heart raced at seeing the image of Arrow, the hero with the perfect aim... Her image finally cleared after the blur from the motion of falling beforehand.

"There we go. Shot through the heart, you could say, boys." Jenna, wearing her hero costume, was crouched down and squatting on the ground. She then shifted her weight and put her knee down as she posed for sexy pictures by the cheering airport crowd. "Seems we've caught him at last!" she seemed to be playing a part, winking to the crowd before turning her face away from the people and gagging. 'I hate playing the charismatic idiot!' she mentally vomited before moving over to Bakugo. "My sidekick and I have taken the thief into custody!" She threw a hat onto Bakugo's head with New York logos on it, then began to pull him through the wall of security, "No need to thank me or she! Us and I! We'll be on our way now!" she was even mimicking a strong voice as she cheerily tried to escape the on-lookers and headed into her friend's car. Although her actions were humiliating to Bakugo, once in the car, she untied his bonds and smothered him with further embarrassment, "Geez, Blastboy, you can't do one thing right without blowing up like a firecracker, can you?"

"He's certainly dynamite, just like in your letters." The woman in pink, skimpy attire moved her front-view mirror to seductively hold her stare on the two. Her goggles shone in the airport's lights as she turned her head around, holding up a peace sign with a further, flirtatious wink. "Ya-ho! I'm Jenna's support friend, Miu! I invented her cute little pose there! Oh, but I also make equipment and weaponry too. Much like her mechanical, extendable bow there." She pointed to her handiwork.

Jenna adjusted herself in her hero's attire, "She also helped me make this skin-tight hero's suit. Like it?"

He didn't say anything, so Jenna muttered out of the side of her mouth, "I've always liked it." He seemed so fuming with rage that if he opened his mouth, dragon's fire may spring out of it.

"Oh my! That's so cute! You've really gotten yourself a shy Japanese boy!" Miu stated with as much energetic spunk as her spluttering engine in her car.

"Hehe! Quit it, Miu!" Jenna patted her leather chair's back to get her to stop gawking and then nudged Bakugo a moment, "You okay, champ?"

"Never in a million begs and pleadings crowned with glittering diamonds!" She flopped a hand back and sat upright against the wheel again, getting ready to make a flee from the surrounding crowd. "Besides, I'm much more into blood red diamonds~"

The security obviously wanted to check their licenses and figure out what's going on, but her car seemed to have a device that made it blast up into the air and almost 'jump' to the next lane of traffic, perfectly taking them into the highway.

"Weeee! Isn't it something? Propelled tires that can launch the car like a frog's hop! Several feet into the air! It's genius, and it's lush in design!" she felt the fabric of the seat next to her before looking back at her friend. "Café time! You promised you would if I picked you up!"

"That was before I accidentally found myself smuggling a boyfriend!" Jenna, hoping to calm him down so he wouldn't blow up her friend's custom car, placed her hand on his knee where his hand was.

A spike of heated lightning shot through Bakugo, his teeth animated to shark's rigged edges, and she could tell he was holding in his livid shouts due to the gag on his mouth.

"You pinkie-sweared, and no taksie-backsies!" Miu stuck out her tongue and then turned to a creepy expression towards Bakguo, "Hehehe... Should we keep him gagged a little longer? For the fun of it..?" She lowered her eyelids seductively but Jenna only rolled her eyes.

"Let's not play that game, just yet." Jenna patted Bakugo's hand, "The second he cools off, I will."

"Aww, but he's your boyfriend, right?~ You should be able to handle him." Miu puckered her lips, hinting at Jenna seducing him into cooperating.

Bakugo felt a hint of his pride flare up at not being able to tackle and fight his way through the security like he wanted too, but nothing—Absolutely nothing in his life—compared to being called this whacky woman's significant other.

After a second thought, Jenna decided to let him speak his mind and took the gag off. 'Better now then later...' she groaned to herself as a hurricane exploded from his mouth and rocked the car with his booming temper tantrum.

Some of his words were barely understandable, but Miu just blinked her eyes, having some grasp of the fact that he was speaking american curse words.

"What'd you call me?!" He growled towards her, "I may not speak English, but I know what you said just then!"

"Oh my, he really is a time bomb!" Miu looked innocently back at Jenna through the upper-mirror of the car, but Jenna just waved it off.

"You haven't seen fire yet, and besides, how could you understand, Bakugo? Suddenly taking courses in the language of love?" Jenna bounced her eyebrows as though challenging him to even try and deny it. "Besides, what else would you be to me?"

He paused a second, thinking of the word that meant close friends in Japanese, but finding that it may not work now for the situation…

"America sure is different…" he looked shyly behind him, folding his arms to avoid the conversation. He seemed closed off then, maybe have blown off his steam and suffering from jet lag.

"Ohh? He does know I speak Japanese, right?~" Her friend giggled in a high-pitched range that even left Bakugo flinching. A moment ago, she had a rather alluring voice as she whispered in his ear, but now he was just finding her company a little over-the-top girly.

"Huh?!" His cry could crack the cement, "I'LL KILL YOU!"

"You can only kill me, Bakugo." Jenna pecked his cheek and red sprung up on his face. He turned in his seat and raised his sparking hands towards her.

"That's right, brat! Let's duke this out, I'm fired up, right now!" he hollered down at her as one foot stomped onto his seat.

She blushed and looked away, ducking her head slightly, "B-Bakugo... not in front of company..." She knew he didn't mean it that way, but she was just so tempted...

'Ah, what the heck.' She jumped into his arms and began giving him little nibble kisses that caused him to fall back and flail with explosions above her back.

Miu just placed a hand over her mouth, watching in quiet amusement at this new development.

"You puunkkk!"

"But how did I look!?" Jenna smiled up at him, looking sweetly to him. "When you saw my pose? Miu told me it could knock a man dead."

Miu swung a thumbs up to the backseat.

Bakugo wouldn't admit it, but nothing could compare to how incredibly clever Jenna was when she tried to make a face with the crowd… Especially in her hero's attire… It left him awestruck at first, but that couldn't replace the beauty and fondness he had already created with her.

He looked away, "You looked... like you could murder." he blushed.

She gasped, "Miss Lord Explosion Murder!? Already, Bakugo!? Wow, you move fast!" she joked, but got back in her seat and covered her face. 'Ahhh! He really thought I looked good!? I can't believe my ears! Did he just admit that!?'

"Whaatt?!" He blasted more smoke out the windows, and Miu just laughed at the cute chaos happening behind her.

The whole trip the two argued as Miu would jam her two cents into the mixture, causing even more of an uproar from them both. But to Jenna, having an absolute blast with the two, couldn't have thought of a better welcome home party. After blowing off enough steam, Bakugo just angrily stared out the window before his annoyed expression changed to twinkling amazement at the towering skyscrapers, much larger than Japan's, and the hotdog stands, parks, and people crossing the street with manholes left untouched and decorated in intricate designs.

They had at last entered the city, with it's life blazing about in hurried commotion and fast-paced entertainment.

He was so caught up in it that he barely picked up on the fact that Jenna was now addressing him, "It would have been impossible to save you if we were heading in to find you and not out." She admitted under her breath, having the car pull over at an exit that her friend had mentioned previously was their favorite café location.

"Hmph." He didn't want to talk about what felt like a complete smack to his ego. He wasn't exactly happy about being shown up and stomped out, but at least he wasn't arrested… "Shut up, dummy. I let you sneak me out."

"O-ho?" She raised a suspicious eyebrow at that. "Or were you too taken aback by my 'performance'?"

He flung his head back to her, an anger mark pulsing from his head before seeing her sigh and step out of the now parked vehicle.

He watched as her foot caught on the car and she began to trip, "Heeeyyy!" he called out, moving quickly across the car like a speeding bullet and taking her hand, catching her as he pulled her back in and against him again. He stepped fully outside of the car, still holding her close as he slammed the door shut, "You're such a hassle." He glared with a scowl. "Nothing but trouble, peh!"

However… Jenna could see the real intent. He couldn't fool her. The way his eyes shook as though worried about her… His haste to grab her before she tumbled into the on-going traffic beside the cafe's street corner. She knew he cared, and it was going to be a fun challenge to make him admit it.

"You'd still be hopeless without me, Airhead." He looked away, shy once again as a faint stream of pink seemed to wave a flag of admitting her deductions were accurate against him.

She blushed and looked at his stern hand gripping her own, and then back up at his face, still trying to mask his cute embarrassment. "…You've saved me yet again, Bakugo." She smiled lightly, then dabbed his face with what looked like some handkerchiefs all piled together to get the sweat off his brow. "But there will be times when you can't stop me from saving you, either." She winked.

"I told you! Those were dipped in neutralizing chemical compounds for his sweat! Don't use it unless you're sure he can do without his fire hands!" Miu warned, stepping out and fixing her chest and hair, pulling out some makeup and then tossing it and laughing, as though stating she didn't need it. "What's a man without a fire somewhere  in his skin…"

"Heh, knock if off, you." Jenna lightly scolded as she moved out of Bakugo's grip a second, seeing him blow up with insults as they made their way into the café. He stomped with a wide stance and lowered his body as though a gorilla preparing for war again. 'A cute blonde gorilla,' Jenna thought, being amused by his demeanor. 'Maybe he's feeling more comfortable in America now? Who knows... Bakugo always was himself, no matter where we'd be. Be it UA or New York city.' She smiled an attractive fondness towards the odd, loud boy and then saw a few people staring at them.

"Mind your own business." Jenna just faced forward with a look to back off, then immediately changed to sheer swooning at Bakugo's hollering cries and exaggerated swings of his arms. His eyes narrowed to aggressive displays of hurt pride, but all she could see was a flustered Japanese school boy as Miu kept making dirty comments his way about them.

Once in the café, he settled down and sighed, slumping into his chair. "I didn't even pack for this…" he grumbled as he looked straight ahead and out the window.

Another individual looked up from their newspaper, and Bakugo gave him a murdering eye that made the poor sap cower back under it again.

"You two sure are a good match." Miu giggled into her hand, "I wonder how you light it?" Her eye turned a little crazy before reverting back to a 'cute girl's persona. "I wouldn't mind finding out~"

They were directly by the windows of the café, but this unique one let you open the screens and let the air in. "Pfft, Bakugo! You're kinda crazy like that. Miu, could you please not taunt my Blastboy?" Jenna was swirling her chocolate-flavored treat with her straw, gently drinking it and melting into it's bitter-sweetness. "You should really try some, it's a delicacy!" she licked the lingering chocolate from her lips with her fingers, directing her comment to Bakugo as she noticed he had stolen a glance or two at her, pretending not to really care all that much.

She rolled her eyes,"He's stubborn. A typical wanna-be bad boy, but secretly a passionate lover who longs to be my hero." She teased, seeing his hands flicker with sparks he tried to conceal.

'How did she know that!?' His eyes shifted to white arrows, like daggers in his fury. 'Am I that transparent!? Tsk, this woman!'

"Oh, look! Sparks!" Her friend laughed, then looked back to her, "If he starts the fire alarm-! I mean, I'm already we-"

Jenna plugged her mouth, "There's a child behind you."

"There's children to the side and in front of me too." She gestured to the two of them and Jenna lightly hit her head. "Ohw! Fine~ But I can't stop myself. I mean, I'm just so curious about you two! Have you even kissed yet?" She suddenly dipped her head to Jenna and leaned up, showing what looked to be an alluring predator position over her but Jenna just karate chopped her shoulder and forced her back in her seat. Her seductive eyes turned with the pain, showing a slight tear drop on the ends of one of her eyes.

"Another time, can I borrow some makeup?" Jenna closed her eyes, unfazed by her friend's suggestive actions, and began to fiddle with her hair.

"What for?" Bakugo glared, leering his eye towards her, "You never cared at training."

"Well, I know my grandparents are expecting me to look my best, regardless of how 'heroic' I may appear." She had changed in the restroom while Bakugo was forced to wait with Miu while she ordered them drinks. He angrily folded his arms and leaned backwards against the counter as she ordered, shifting his eyes every now and then as though an angry puppy waiting for their master to get home. When she finally did come out, he tsk'd and looked away from her, as though ignoring her for ditching him.

However, He had learned she loved chocolate and was surprised by how naturally her hair matched its rich color.

"I have enough respect for them that this will be like presenting myself as a gift, out of courtesy for all they did for me." She then blinked as though remembering something, "You know, you're in the Big Apple and aren't even enjoying it! That's rather funny to me, you're not even gawking!" she gestured to the window, leaning over the table to do so as he raised an eyebrow and then looked outside.

So,… she hadn't seen him admiring it?

He then gave her a light smile, "It's kinda hard to notice… when you're naturally more appealing than bricks and stones."

"Oooohh~ My quirk may be metal manipulation… but he sure can manipulate his words~" Miu suddenly fiddled with some studs on her pink outfit, which really did make her look like she could have just been a trashy sidekick or a model posing on her makeshift, high-jumping car. "You sure he isn't single?"

"I'll murder you if you even think about it." Jenna's words made Bakugo's heart thump a second and nervously, he fidgeted and put his hands in his pocket, not wanting her to see that had affected him.

"Ah! Rights before bites, girl!" She seemed to be stating something like friends before boys, but she also seemed to want to stake a claim on him as well… "He silently praises you and you don't even jump the counter to boldly makeout with him? Honey, have I taught you nothing?!" She cupped her face in her hands, almost like a disappointed older sister, but Jenna rolled her eyes and tapped her nose.

"Not in front of your perverted eyes, Miu. May get you too excited."

Bakugo grew more agitated, he wanted to see a reaction from her but Miu kept getting in the way, 'Not like I want attention from her or anything though!' he looked out the window, grinding his teeth together at having a third wheel along. Did he really them to bond? Moreover, it seemed what he had hoped for coming over the plane with her wasn't turning out the way he wanted it to be. 'N-Not that I planned that far ahead...' he sweat dropped, calming down a moment as his feelings confused him. 'Just wanted to make her turn into her flustered, wildly annoying self again...' He pouted and then shouted at some pigeons that were landing by the window. "Oui! This isn't your terf anymore!" he cried out. "Buzz off, birdbrains!"

He felt overshadowed by this friend and immediately began to have his veins pop out and his muscles tense up. "I'm having some of that chocolate!" he leaned over and scooped up some of her untouched food.

The girls gasped a moment as Miu laughed, "At least he likes to share his food..~" she playfully bantered back to their old conversation. She then sighed, "I'm still waiting for someone to fill in my last name." she cooed a tease, but Jenna just patted her head like a child.

The three walk around the city a bit, even giving Bakugo his first hotdog, laughing when he calls American food messy but seems to really enjoy the experience. Jenna attempts to wipe ketchup off his face but instead of him fighting against her, he just yells and blasts his hands out, burning the paper, checkerboard hotdog container in them. Miu laughs at him but thinks its rather charming he didn't resist her touch. As they continue to sight-see, they are completely oblivious to the men hiding in the shadows…

As the sky wanes and turns in its rotation with the sun, the men's faces are revealed, showing one with huge claw marks across his face. There's a hollow white eye that glistens like a marble, as he smirks when seeing Bakugo reflected through it. It began to glow symbols, as if surfing more pictures for him as one would do through the worldwide web. "That's the boy we saw at the airport on T.V." he sneered, and put a toothpick in his mouth, his hands in his pockets. "He's valuable, I knew it… That's the boy those League of Villains were after, yeah?"

Another man, with bright blonde hair and a pink bandanna, liquidized and spun a now silvery, materialized morning star weapon around as though it was a toy. "So? You want us to take him back to Japan, Captain? That could be fun… and his friends?"

"Not now." The Captain flicked his toothpick to the other side and extended his hand to stop him. "First, let's wait till they least expect it…"

They seemed to freeze as shadows rolled over them once more while the sun's rotation shifted quickly again, showing that time had passed towards the nightfall and they still remained unknown to the gang while they stalked them silently beyond their sights...

Miu drove the two squabbling lovebirds home, blushing as she noticed Jenna fall asleep and lean on his shoulder as they made their way to her grandparents' house. "Look at that!" she cooed excitedly in a whisper, seeing Bakugo looking away and twitching with his reddened face. "Jenna has a hard time trusting others… her family isn't really that good to her, either… I'm happy to see you fought your way through her arrows and blasted down her defenses." She gave him a thumbs up from the front, but her words caught his attention.

"Huh? She has family issues?" He took on a bit of a gentler tone then, putting his hands solemnly to his knees as she breathed lightly by his side.

"Oh? Jenna didn't tell you? Guess that's obvious, even if you are her boyfriend, that's kinda deep for Jenna's liking…" Miu put a pointer finger up to her lips, thinking about it. He opened his mouth to correct her but as Jenna turned in her sleep, falling more onto his chest, he decided not to risk waking her. "Hmm… how much to tell and how much not to? Maybe you should ask Jenna about it."

"I'm asking you." He glared, and his intimidation made her look back turn the wheel. Jenna flopped more onto him and he got startled, moving her back off his lap and onto his shoulder. "Why you-!" he shouted in a whisper.

"Hehe! Okay! But if I tell you the juicy gossip, you have to promise to protect me from her wrath if and when she figures out it was me! Hee-hee!" she giggled into the back of her hand. "Jenna's kinda as slick as a thief but as thorough as a cop!"

"Makes for a good hero." Bakugo tsked. 'Though… I would say she stabbed through my defenses… if anything.' He thought to himself, thinking back on what she had previously said about Jenna being a tightly shut case.

He looked over to her and gently tapped his chin to her face, as though keeping her steady while the car rocked on.

"Jenna has two brothers and a sister, being the oldest wasn't easy when you have a lot of siblings, you know? Plus, her mother always put all the burden on her. The family began to drift and her mother looked to her first excuse, Jenna. It was sudden and abrupt, but let's just say it was a long time coming… Jenna finally had enough of her mother's abuse and took off to live with her grandparents. Her Dad? Not really one to fight against her mother… so she really had no one to defend her but herself. The fight was really bad, at least, that's all I'll say about it." She waved the rest off, not wanting to go too far into detail, out of respect for her friend. "Just know… Jenna's heart isn't easy to break into. It's even harder to break out." She pressed a button and suddenly the car had knives, daggers, and mini-pistols aimed all around Bakugo's frame. She twisted her hand over the wheel and manipulated it into chains that strung around his neck... if he resisted, even tried to pull back from its entanglement, the car would serve.

Miu's demeanor took on a devil, and her hair seemed to fly in the wind of the highway.

He sweated but tried not to move, just stared at the objects that had mechanically come out of every nook and cranny of the car, then froze at the chained noose around his neck...

"Plus, she has the best support system to date! So if you hurt my Jennie,... I'll cut you up~" she chimed, making a cute pose as she stopped the car, turning her wrist again and reverting everything back to normal.

The mechanical weaponry withdrew back into their proper places before Jenna could wake up and notice the car parked outside her grandparent's home.

Turning around to kick them out, Miu stuck out her tongue, "Alright, you two love birds. Get out of my car and be good, okay? It's late, so maybe you and Jenna could hang out in the broken Jacuzzi?"

Bakugo's ears immediately picked up on that word, shaken up by it's mention. "You mean… she actually has one!?" He remembered her flirtations back with their first rematch…

He slammed a fist to the car's door, almost denting it. "So she wasn't just being nervous! That darn brat! She was having thoughts, wasn't she!?"

"Ah~! My car…" Miu whimpered out, seeing him strike it so.

"Emm… H-huh?" Jenna blinked her eyes open at the sound of the impact and his growing voice, moving off of his shoulder and looking around. "Did I… doze off?" That was slightly rare for her. She usually was so attentive…

'I lose so much focus with this kid.' she thought while she yawned, 'That's twice today.' Little did she know it was thrice...

"Ah, the chocolate finally got to you. You know, that stuff makes you feel so good you just fall right to sleep~" Miu winked to her before pouting to Bakugo, as though her devious side never happened. "Not a word, handsome. Oh, by the way, got any friends up in UA?" she tilted her head cutely.

"Pfft! Psycho!" Bakugo turned away, annoyed to his limit by her but then Jenna rubbed her eyes and smiled.

"He knows a guy. Hard, with red spiky hair?"

"Ohhh! Is he single!?"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Bakugo kicked the door open as it swung to the side a moment, its two tires lifting off the ground for a split second before bouncing back down.

"What did I just say about my car!? Ohh…" Miu let out some dramatic tears as Jenna handed her some money, "For whatever else he may have damaged." And pushed him out before he could do more harm.

"Hehe, I'll take the cash, but tell me, tell me! Ohh, tell me already!" she stuck her head out of the window and whined as she noticed Jenna seemed done with her by then. "Are you two really dating or not!?"

"That's none of her business!" Bakugo barked out another holler, turning around and having blasts spark from his hands that—this time—caused explosions. Now the neighbors were turning their lights on…

"And if we are? What of it?" She placed her hands on her hips, turning to Bakguo to put him in his place and give him a sly look. She then turned and winked to her trusted friend, Miu, sending her off as she had the whole car jump up and spin around like a fast carnival ride.

"I knneeewwww iiiiit!" Miu landed hard again and gave her best, haughty laugh. "I just wanted him to admit it, honestly."

"T-That weirdo is your friend…?" Bakugo stops his bursts of light in the now fading day and twitches an eyebrow at her theatrics. Jenna hits him on his arm, "Hey! Don't judge! You don't even have any friends!"

Bakugo growls back, hitting her arm, "I-! Grr… I have acquaintances!" he pulls back, just shouting in her face now. "And I'm not sleeping in a Jacuzzi!" he ranted, stomping his feet down and swinging an arm up in his frustrations.

"You told him!?" Jenna gave her a death glare as Miu just snickered into her hand with a knowing blush. "It was too good to resist. Now, Don't have too much fun, you two~" she then drove off after Jenna swung the door shut and glared her way. "And let me know about that hard guy." She crudely inputted before taking off down the long road. They were far out from the city, passed the bridge and towards more open areas of land. But it still seemed too crowded…

The houses had an actual yard and fences around their perimeter, her grandparents had a light purplish-blue for their fence and their house was tall and skinny, almost sharpened pillars in an old-timey feel.

"Great, that blabbermouth probably said too much." She bundled her fists up, heading towards the home.

"I'll aim for your head if you make me repeat any of it!" Bakugo tsked, remembering his 'kinda' promise to Miu. Though he had much more loyalty to Jenna at this point... he suddenly wondered if she would fight him to receive the information, and cutely looked back to see what she would do.

"Don't you always aim for my head?" Jenna smirked, remembering their first battle and how she leaned her head into his hand.

Bakugo snickered, turning around and taking his hands out of his pockets, having them in there when he noticed people looking around through their windows. "And you aim for the hand, heh." He recalled her jamming the arrow into his wrist grenades, storing all his explosive sweat and almost having them kill each other...

But while his thoughts were on that faithful battlefield, she grabbed his unsuspecting hand.

"Good point, it's where all the true chemistry lies, right?" she winked to him and leaned to kiss his cheek, pulling the interlocked hands towards her to get a better aim. However, he reflexed and pulled back, startled.

"W-wha-what was that for, Pipsqueak!?"

"Geez, your loud mouth is going to wake the whole neighborhood." She rolled her eyes but looked a little hurt that he didn't let her kiss at least his cheek. "If it hasn't already…"

As they approached the backyard shed, just a little off to the side of the house, she pushed him in and creaked the door open to just a slit, "I'll go get you some clothes in just a moment. Let me just say hi really fast, okay!?"

He kicked some rocks and looked around the shed, seeing the sign 'out of use' on the Jacuzzi.

He stared at it a moment as Jenna decided he was probably just accepting his fate. "Love ya~" she teased and closed the door.

She could hear his frustrations as the whole shed seemed to throw a racket and quickly ran to her door to make the excuse that raccoons got in or something and she was going to hunt them down.

As Miu made her way down the road, humming to the radio gleefully, her tire suddenly was punctured by a liquid spike that protruded randomly from the ground.

"What the-!? Ahh!" she spun the wheel and threw out a grapple from her car's hood. It grabbed onto a street post, tilting it as she almost went completely off the road.

It gave her a strong hold and she was able to stay on the road bridge, "Phew…" She flipped her hair out of her face, having it drape all over her eyes and nose.

"Dumb broad, She can't move without releasing that grapple now." A voice spoke out, and she nervously turned to see shadows approaching her.

"Ohhh… Why do I always get stuck with the dark, shady types..?" She faked her fear, reaching for a combination code on her car.

"Come on, toots. We got some business with ya…" one drew a knife, and she laughed hysterically.

"You brought a knife..?" She suddenly swirled her arms up and manipulated the metal of her car to form around her, different devices allowed certain functions to remain intact while the car mutated around her and transformed into a mechanical suit for her. "To a mecha fight?"

The men looked up towards the core of the mecha, seeing her stand a few feet up, her crazy gaze showing her excitement at this new situation.

"Now, who wants an oily death, first?" She puckered her lips as though kissing them goodbye, and began to fire out missiles with her insane fast punches, launching some of the gang of men over the bridge.

It wasn't long though, with her arrogance skyrocketing as she continued to destroy their small group, that another liquid spike pierced her in-between the shoulder and neck of her mecha suit. She glared with a wince, "Some boys like to play rough... I love a good pin!" She pulled the spike out, snapping it with a karate chop of her suit, "Jenna taught me that!" then grabbed a handful falling and slammed them against the bridge's pavement. "But I'm more of a dominant personality..." she mused, turning to the man's quirk who had the clear, blue liquid spike suddenly bar her way from movement.

She tried to hack through it but then another's quirk seemed to come in handy, placing his hands to the ground, it melted her feet to the bridge.

"Grr... You really like to gang up on a girl, huh!?" She stomped her real feet out of the mecha's feet, kicking in her defiance. "Nooo! I wanted to play more!"

"Enough. Start talking and maybe we'll go easy on ya..." Captain flipped his jacket back, moving from a motorcycle that was safely away from the battle scene. His eye shone with strange symbols as though his eye was scanning and calculating things...

His huge scratch marks distracted Miu for a second, but her innocent head tilt showed she was still far from afraid. She seemed very comfortable with these sorts of scenarios.

"You're sort of indie-famous, aren't ya, sweetie?" The hollow white eye revealed almost coding figures in a bright green light, like the ones you would see on a computer. "The Internet sure has a lot on your pretty face, but more so on that Blonde Japanese boy. Think you could tell us where you dropped those pretties off too?"

"Emm... not really." Miu shrugged in her bubbly way. "I'm still not done yet." she typed in some code with what remained intact from her custom support car's dashboard.

"I can make her talk, Capt." The man with the bright blonde hair and pink bandanna spun his liquid morning star weapon into a solid weapon before those same silvery spikes protruded out from it like stabby crystals. "Ain't nobody I can't make talk..."

"Ohh, what fun and games." She finished secretly typing in her code on her machine. The car reverted into another setting and she quickly mutated the metal again.

Slipping out the back, she had it form into a tower of ammunition and firepower, shooting everything out as she began to run.

"Follow the wench." Captain stated, moving to his bike as the blonde boy smiled and took off on a liquid skateboard he formed after her.

Miu knew he would catch up to her in no time, and grabbed some of the metal from the bridge, causing it to topple.

"Ahhh!" the bandanna man turned the skateboard into a pillar that kept him up, but the rest of the pursuing men fell into the ditch below.

"Tootles!" she flicked her fingers back in a half-hearted wave and used the rest of the metal to mutate into a scooter's frame. She didn't have much to work with, and abandoning her car made her sick to her stomach, but she had a ton of mocks back home... she could just make another one.

It self-destructed with a wave of her hand, and the bridge was completely decimated.

From the dust that rose a thick cloud from the destruction, a perfect ramp had formed and a motorcycle's light shone through it. Jumping over the huge gaping distance where the bridge once stood, Captain and his subordinate followed Miu a distance behind.

"Captain?" The man looked at him.

"I've got it, Riggs." Captain had navigated the routes through his eye's connection to the internet. "Follow me." He swerved his massive bike, having the tail of his jacket flare up as he went down an unseen trail in the night.

Riggs followed with a drooling smirk, ready for round two... and this time, hopefully with their true target.

Miu looked back behind her, propelling the makeshift scooter on and scanning the area around her to see if anyone had followed her. It appeared not. "Phew, that interrogating bunch really put a damper on my mood!" she seemed to have an insane expression on her face, "Hehehe... I'll just run off and tell Jenna how they won't have faces by tomorrow morning. I'll tell her. I'll break more than their kneecaps~ hehe!" her true colors seemed to be revealed from the action-packed fight.

She skated off ahead, unknowingly leading the two villains straight to Jenna's home...

Jenna entered her quaint grandparent's home with as much cautious stealth as she could muster. She wasn't all that tired, but the jet-lag seemed to be canceled out by her adrenaline at keeping a boy in the shed.

She quickly snuck up the creaky, circling stairs to the attic and got out some of her brother's old clothes, the ones he kept there for when he went to visit them. They may be a bit tight... but it would work.

She hid it in a bag and dropped her stuff off in her room, heading back down the stairs with a backpack—ready to stuff it with snacks so Bakugo wouldn't starve, when her grandma and grandpa's note fell from the stand by the stairs.

Curious, she picked it up: "We're so proud of you, Jenna. We know you took your vacation time off to send a transfer in Japan's infamous UA school, even though you don't like stepping too far out of your comfort zone. We're very happy for you, and hope you made lots of fun friends. Grandpa and I will be home tomorrow morning from visiting the countryside, so don't fret! I left you some welcome home cake. Your favorite, chocolate with burning arrows as the candles! Remember to sleep well from your trip, we love you. - Grandma and Grandpa."

She studied the note carefully and smiled, "Thanks, guys." and tucked the note carefully into her pocket as she made her way out to the shed.

"Good news! You're safe for the night-" she cut herself off a moment as she saw him using a screwdriver to unclog a jet in the Jacuzzi, and finally, moved to turn on the water.

She was amazed to see the bubbles burst and the jets work again...

"Are those... bubbles?" he had even cleaned the area too. It wasn't anywhere near 'good as new' but for a few hours to make something, it was actually pretty impressive.

"Yeah, they're running again, what of it?" He brushed out, looking annoyed by her questions.

"You did this?" she gawked, looking at the water heating up.

He had changed out of his disguise and was back in his hero attire, but looked a bit uncomfortable still wearing it.

She sat the backpack down, watching him get some grime off his hands.

"I just don't like to sit around and do nothin'." He seemed to maybe have an ulterior motive...

She hugged her knees while squatting down to watch the bubbling water and then admire him again, leaning her head to the side, "What are you implying..?"

Her suspicion was purely flirty, and he paused while cleaning himself up to slam the cloth he was using down on his knee. "I'm only here for my rematch, American!"

She saw how innocently he was trying to cover it up, and smiled, "Well, I came to UA for a relaxing vacation. Wasn't expecting to fear saying goodbye to someone... or having them chase me all the way across the world either." she gave him a sly look that also hinted that she wanted him to come closer.

In a gruff manner, he burst an explosion towards the water, splashing her and turning away as he blushed. "You make somethin' out of everything, you know that!?"

"You tried so hard to be cute today, why stop now?"

"I'm not cute!" he ruffled his hair, "Shut up, Arrow!"

"Uh-huh." She walked over to a locker and pulled out a swimsuit, then tossed him some trunks, "Those should fit." she went into a smaller cabinet room as he stared off after her, holding the trunks.

When she had changed, she dipped her body slowly into the now heated water, watching the steam and giggling as Bakugo was already in it, grumpy and folding his arms. He gave her a relaxed glance over her way, and she was surprised he wasn't gawking over her.

"This is the first time you've seen me in a swimsuit, and you're not at all impressed?" She tucked herself into the water and couldn't help but feel bubbles in her chest from his eyes never leaving hers.

He laughed a second, being as loud as he could, "Your hero suit is skin-tight, there's nothing under there I haven't seen."

She whacked him, then moved closer, "For a Japanese man, you sure come on fast..." she began skimming her fingers over his chest as he blushed and fidgeted.

"Oui..." He glared her way, and she laughed, pulling a bit away. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Oh? I thought this is exactly why you fixed it." She teased, fiddling with her fingers as though acting coy.

He suddenly seemed to get nervous, tsking at her had become some sort of way to mask his real feelings, "W-what are you talking about..? Get away from me, Pipsqueak! You freak!" he splashed some water at her and she faked him out that she was gonna splash him back, but instead...

"Psyche!" She kissed him when he turned back after not getting soaked with the hot water.

There was a moment of silence...

When she pulled away, she actually placed some fingers on her lips, lightly wondering why this sensation was so different.

Then... without noticing... Bakugo began to smoothly, ever so slowly, move closer and over her then. He gripped the rim of the Jacuzzi as though pining her from escape, and stared intensely into her eyes.

For the first time in a long time, Jenna began to get nervous and laughed to cope with the sudden action. "O-oh? You really couldn't just let me leave Japan without you, could you? Haha...ha..."

He moved in closer...

"Haha... Hahaha! B-Baku-" She froze a second as her hands came up to maybe stop him, simply out of impulse, but he just waited a moment longer...

With such flaring heat in his eyes, she softly lowered her hesitant hands and placed them on his chest delicately, letting him move closer. They shared in a second, more passionate kiss.

With the steam of the constantly jetting bubbles and the warmth in their cheeks, they explore a bit more of this strange, new feeling and sensation...

With droplets falling from his hair as her hands gradually came up his neck to feel within that fluffy mess, it was straight out of a movie's fantasy reel for the two.

When he pulled away, he immediately gave her another smoldering look as intense as if he was in the middle of a fierce battle, "Don't get the wrong idea..." His voice was so much more alluring now that Jenna was almost tempted to silence this angry boy once and for all.

As she moved more up against him, he continued, "I just couldn't stand the fact that you were leaving... after giving me the slip, I was ticked off."

She closed and opened her eyes as though wondering if she was still in the dream, and amazed to find she was.

Maybe the jet-lag was more powerful than she had supposed, and she had passed out on her bed while trying to gather things up in her backpack for Bakugo.

"I'm not someone to be kept waiting... so you're either my pathetic American who bested me twice... or you're not." She mouthed his first name, and he tilted his head a moment, as though wanting to hear it a bit louder as he smirked. "Either way, I don't like being so mad... and not being able to do anything about it." he went in for another tender kiss as Jenna completely submitted to this one, leaning back and arching herself to fully take him in.

But she was really waiting for the perfect opening...

"It's not my style." He pulled away and she went for it.

"Katsuki..." she breathed out, the steam clinging to her face as her voice grew fainter and fainter. "Don't you ever forget... only I'm brave enough to put my face... up against a ticking time-bomb." She grabbed his face, startling him a moment. "And it's about time you said something!" she jumped into him, kissing him as he flailed about in a bit of shock at her forwardness.

The two tossed around a bit in the water but settled down later into it as Bakugo began to give in little by little to her, leaning more deeper into the embrace.

"You and I both get frustrated, don't we?" Bakugo slurred a moment in his words as Jenna didn't really give him a second to ground himself or breathe.

"I get way more frustrated than you, silly!" she chimed in, flipping her now wet hair back and having it spray out of the hot tub. "But you don't say much... still, I'm really glad you're here." the look in her eyes was more than just doting. She had captivated him and he, in return, had finally expressed his enchantment back to her.

Her smile was the flame, and his confession... the explosion.

"Emm... Me too." he laid his head on her shoulder, moving it into the crook of her neck, "Jenna..." faking a bite as she laughed. "I think words can be pointless sometimes... without actions."

She held him tighter and kissed the side of his face, "Would you quit teasing and get back to 'fighting' me already?" he knew what she meant though.

He pulled back with a sneer, "I don't lose." and came for her again, "This time... I'll really kill ya." But Jenna grew excited, knowing what he meant.

But before the two could even continue, Miu slammed the door open, a wild look of blood-lust on her face.

"They're coming for you!"

The two froze before Jenna swung her body around and pulled out her bow from her backpack. She flung around again and attempted to wrap her arms around Bakugo again as she drew it out and pointed it right at her. "This is the last time you block me." But then noticed Bakugo wasn't in the Jacuzzi anymore. "H-huh?" she looked absolutely devastated.

"No! For real!" Miu waved her arms out apologetically but then snickered, "W-wha-what were you two just doing... in there?"

Bakugo shivered outside the Jacuzzi, sneezing in the cold as he apparently had jumped out and immediately went to cower in a corner. "Darn Americans, no privacy. There better not be any cameras here!" He blasted some wet explosions from his hands as he roared in his aggressive way but Miu didn't seem intimidated by the act the two were putting on.

"Ohh~ Sorry to interrupt, but-!" she put on a fake, cutesy act before a silver spike stuck out towards her neck. "Eee... I guess I lead them right to ya... sorry about that." she sweat-dropped a little and made a sweet face that showed her guilty mistake. Still, there was no fear in her eyes, amazingly.

'Just what kind of country is this!?' Bakugo got up after seeing the spike, freaked out but worried suddenly for Jenna.

From the side of the shed door's frames, the men appeared with grins, and Riggs lifted his arm up leisurely to lean against the side. "UA student... Welcome to the United  States!"

Captain also seemed to barge in, but Jenna pulled out an arrow and fired for his face. He caught it as the marble eye examining it, seeming to search up its materials and properties, but they seemed unknown and flashed red before he removed the arrow from its sights. "Hmph, the girl from the newscast shows her face again too." He flipped the arrow around, letting it twiddle between his fingers. "With all the news lately from Japan, the high security and League of Villains running around... I'm sure either one of them would pay handsomely for ya..." he seemed to disregard the arrow. After all, it wasn't high on his priority, to-do list.

"A ransom?" Jenna looked to Bakugo, who was already getting his wrist grenades on.

"I'm sick of having our battles cut short by your head shots." He grunted out, seeing Riggs throw his hands out and spikes protrude to jam into his wrist, making them unmovable for a moment. "Grr... I'll show you all... The strength of UA!" it was like a caged lion's roar, and Jenna suddenly understood.

"Why does everyone want my boyfriend?" She looked annoyed.

"He is kinda wanted." Miu licked her lips and Jenna just glared, unamused at her.

"You were once kidnapped before, think we can't do a similar job?" Riggs mocked Bakugo, snickering from the side of his mouth. He spread his hands back to Jenna but Bakugo blasted the area. Since he couldn't move his arms now, being stuck between the wedges of the bluish-silver spikes, it headed straight for Miu who moved from the previous spike's location and ducked, jumping and covering her head.

It was the distraction Jenna needed though, seeing Captain turn behind him to watch Miu-'Now!' she leaped up to try and rip her arrow from his hand but he grabbed her with his free one, sneering a smirk.

"Gotcha." He threw her around and pinned her against him, pointing her arrow right at her neck. "Play nice, Japanese boy, or you're little damsel here gets it."

Jenna struggled, "I'm not the damsel here!" she eyed to Bakugo the light misty steam off of her arrow, and then the Jacuzzi.

He nodded, "I think we all need to cool off!" He did his best to wiggle his wrists down and move his hands to blast the water as much as possible out, continuing to fire down towards it as the hot water shot up at them.

In the distraction, Jenna bit the arrow and ripped it out of the shocked Captain's hands, grabbing it and jumping to throw it to his feet.

Ice sprung out at his base and locked him in place, the water cooling and creating a huge fog that kept them mostly hidden.

"Hey!" Captain tried to cover his one good eye before being completely blinded by the steam and unable to move. Through the white, wet mass of fog—arrows swiped through the air into him.

He tried to dodge the first few but soon was hit on his leg, chest, and shoulder. He wasn't able to slump down so his head fell a bit, "Y-you... Rotten kids..."

Riggs's shouted in the distance, and the spikes blocking Bakugo soon withdrew and turned to liquid puddles, dropping from the suspended air as he started blasting in Captain's direction.

"You're not getting away so easily!" He couldn't understand the English, but Jenna said ransom in Japanese and he filled in the rest.

He blasted the ice the man was detained in and had him flung against the side of the shed, forcing him down.

"Now... where's the other one?" Bakugo tried to listen around, but the arrows had stopped. "Jenna?" He looked behind him, "Arrow!?" He called out.

A pair of hands wrapped around his waist, spooking him.

"Darn you!" He fired out but the figure dodged and laughed. "H-huh?"

"They were far too easy!" She giggled, "Did they really think they could take us on? The first place tourney winner for the sport's festival and the prodigy Arrow?"

"Prodigy?" Bakugo spat out, raising an eyebrow before smiling widely to her. "America's nothing like Japan! Let's just get these guys squared away!"

"Right!" Jenna moved aside after hopping for a kiss and then swung her bow, whacking a figure in the mist.

"Ow! Oui, stand down!" Miu's voice broke through and stopped Jenna from swinging another blow.

"Oh! Sorry, stay out of the way then!" Jenna went to swing again and move stealthily but Bakugo grabbed her waist and pointed to the figure on the ground.

"If you stopped a second to think about your safety, you'd have already seen that he's trapped in some sort of contraption with a baseball-sized bump on his head, idiot!"

"Ohhh! What'd you call me!? Blasting hot water on my ice arrow was my idea, smart one. What? Can't stand the fact that I saved you!?"

"Saved me!?" He pulled her right up to his chest, "I dare you to say that again."

"I love you!"

His face suddenly burst with red, little fumes showing his embarrassment. "W-wha? How dare you!"

"How dare YOU not say it back!"

Miu was still beating up the guy in her metal entrapment, but stopped her bloodbath to swoon at Bakugo and Jenna, "Aww, I ship it!" She swung her slugger into a groaning Rigg's head to finally knock him fully out.

The police came and Miu sorted things out, but Jenna had to explain to her grandparents that the boy she was making out with and then burst off like a rocket towards the sky was nothing to be afraid of~

Just don't tell her parents.

But she had whispered to him that he was her hero, and she blushed in surprise when he told her she was his reason to be stronger and better than All Might.

Every now and then she would write him, telling him her next trip to UA... before she got the word back that she was accepted into UA as a full-fledged student!

Deku turned his head to see what letter Bakugo was reading, "Is that from your girlfriend?"

"Yeah... Wait." His eyes widened, "YOU NERD!" he blasted an explosion towards Deku but he dodged it, smiling gleefully.

"I think that's great! You two got along so well!"

"Fight me like a man!"

"It's okay! I-I-I honestly think it's cute!"

"I'M NOT CUTE YOU WORTHLESS NOTHING!"

"I-I didn't mean it like that, Kacchan!"

END

[gaytoxe]

oumota in game number 2?

2. I don’t think I can do this anymore.

Bye

Momota stares up at the ceiling of the bathroom with a grimace, pressed up against the wall as blood dribbles down his chin. He breathes heavily, and the bubbling urge to cough once more as the maroon liquid embedded inside his throat and veins threatens to jump and escape the confines of his lips.

Teeth clenched together and beads of sweat sticking to his body, the moment he opens his mouth he’s a hacking mess, the pain in his voice bouncing off the tiles as blood splatters onto the floor and onto his already dirtied clothes; it reminds him of a paint splatter an artist makes by mistake.

Because everything right now is a fucking mistake, and he’s not sure why he decided to trust the boy that enters the bathroom with a tray and a glass of water.

It’s Ouma, and he’s wearing a kind of smile that’s scary but in indescribable pain. Something Kaito is all too familiar with.

“Momota-chan can’t go dying on me,” he says, placing the tray down on the floor and holding out the glass to him.

Kaito scoffs and crosses his arms. “I don’t need your fucking water.”

“You’ll be needing it pretty soon when—” Ouma is cut off when blood bubbles in Kaito’s throat and he coughs once again, blood rushing like water and dripping onto the floor.

“—that happens.”

Kaito knows he’s right, but he refuses to take any help from him, trying to grasp the small thread of pride he has left. He tries to believe that he’ll be okay, that he doesn’t need his help, even if he’s aware he’ll have to accept it soon.

Kaito never actually thought about death. He always believed he’d get out somehow.

But now he’s up against the wall, the only thing keeping him going is the unwavering determination to survive and escape with everyone else.

They need him. He’s not going to just leave them behind.

His tired lilac eyes meet Ouma’s, and he bores right into them to try and find any emotion at all besides the look he’s giving him. But he stares right back, and a tense and heavy air fills the space between them.

Finally, Ouma steps back.

“Momota-chan’s such a hypocrite. Always telling people not to lie when he’s been lying this entire time,” he tells him accusingly, not even hesitating once. “He thinks he has to try so hard to be a hero, but you don’t believe half the words that your big mouth says, do you?”

Kaito grits his teeth because he knows it’s true and he knows he’s starting to break down.

“I— I fucking know that,” he grumbles quietly with a gravelly voice as it becomes harder to breathe.

“Hmm? What was that?” Ouma asks in a sickeningly innocent tone, contradicting how he sounded just before.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Ouma lets out a laugh that’s mixed with venom but also a hint of pain as he clutches his arm. Harukawa’s arrow is still pierced through, and it’s sickening to stare at it.

He remembers the jolt of pain that rushed through him when he stepped in to save him, to save Ouma. And he knows he doesn’t want him to die; hell, Momota doesn’t want to die either.

Every single goddamn second he’s sitting there doing nothing is another second the voice in his head tells him he’s being weak. And he hates it.

Even so, he says, “Come here,” and gestures to his punctured arm. “Leaving the arrows in there isn’t gonna do you any good. You got any medical kits around here?”

Ouma gazes at him for a moment, skeptical, before he leaves the room for a few moments, leaving him in silence.

Kaito isn’t sure why he offered, but there’s a shared sense of suffering between them that he understands to a great degree and decides he can’t just ignore.

Soon enough, Ouma’s messy purple hair pops into the room and he plops down in front of Momota, handing him a first aid kit.

“Better make it quick, Momota-chan. I have evil plans to attend to.”

“Uh-huh.”

Momota notes that there isn’t any blood spilling from Ouma’s wound anymore, guessing that the blood clotted and the arrow stopped it. He hopes it did, at least.

Applying pressure to Ouma’s arm and gently pulling the arrow out, he hears him wince and whine, “That hurts, Momota-chan!”

“Of course it fucking hurts. You got shot with an arrow,” Kaito fires back, finally removing it and opening the kit. He presses a pad to the wound, wrapping bandages around to keep it in place.

He’ll have to remove the arrow from Ouma’s back too, he realizes, and he wonders if he’s skilled enough in the health class him and all the other astronauts took to learn basic first aid in case of emergencies.

“The one on your back,” he starts, “is probably gonna hurt a shit ton more.”

Ouma nods slowly in acceptance and says, “I know,” and spins around so his back is facing him, showing the wound up close.

It’s bloody and it’s right towards the middle, sticking out in a sickly way; just like a flag to scream “fuck you, I’m poisoned”. So much so that Momota wonders how he can even stand it at that point.

Nonetheless, he tries his best to remove it as painless as possible; even though jerking it out would be the least painful, Kaito figures it’ll just open the wound even further.

Fingers coiling around the arrow, he slowly begins to remove it, applying pressure to where it pierced his body and trying not to listen to the groaning that Ouma lets out.

Even if it’s him, Momota will always find someone else’s pain ultimately heart wrenching.

He quickly lifts up Ouma’s shirt and presses another pad to his back, but his hands begin to shake from the sight. He feels so much more than from before even if it’s only from examining it, and he hesitates.

If he had intervened earlier, he wonders, would they have ever been in this situation in the first place?

His shaking hand remains on Ouma’s wound, and he slowly wraps bandages around his back and secures them before he slowly retracts his hand, pulling his shirt back down.

“You feel any better?” he finally asks, his gaze glued to the blood that stains Ouma’s shirt.

“As better as being shot in the arm and back with posion arrows can be,” Ouma sneers in response and turns his head back to look at him, beads of sweat on his face.

They bore into each other’s eyes for a moment that lasts a little too long, and Kaito knows that same feeling of agony that slowly eats away at the two of them; a slow pain that can’t be helped.

Then he wonders why Ouma gave him the antidote of all people if it would hurt so bad. He didn’t have to endure the poison if he really just drank it himself and left Kaito to die because of Harukawa’s poison arrow.

He had the opportunity to make him suffer, but he chose not to.

“Why—” Kaito clears his throat and tries to focus his gaze on Ouma’s face, “—did you give me the fucking antidote?”

A creepy grin spreads across Ouma’s face to replace the glare he dawned before and he replies, “I have a plan for you, Momota-chan.”

-

The same memory of the bathroom fills Kaito’s mind as his hand hovers over the button to really, truly and finally close the press for good.

“What are you waiting for?” Ouma’s voice rings out in his ears and he flinches. “It’s— it’s really starting to get harder to move.”

His words stab Kaito’s heart with the sharpest knife he’s ever known and he gulps, but a realization comes to mind and he lets out a shaky exhale.

The words I don’t think I can do this anymore fill his mind.

And then he mentally slaps himself. He owes him. He owes Ouma for saving his fucking life instead of drinking the antidote and leaving Kaito to die without any consequences.

So he has to carry out the plan, no matter what.

“I’m— I’m gonna fucking miss you, Ouma. There are so many things I don’t know about you, and— fuck. It’s all gotta end right here and now, but goddamnit there’s just a gut feeling that makes me wanna believe we wouldn’t be the same kinda enemies towards each other out of this fucking game,” Kaito admits with a shaking voice, his hand beginning to shake again as he clenches his teeth.

Ouma scoffs gently, but a smile spreads across his face.

“Maybe,” he agrees, and then his expression darkens. “But that’s not what matters now. Harukawa-chan is going to become the culprit soon. You don’t want that, do you?”

“Right,” Kaito mutters, “I fucking know.”

He pauses, leaving the hangar in silence as his hand slowly inches to the red button, lilac eyes flooding with regret.

“Bye, Ouma.”

“See you, Momota-chan.”

And then he presses the button. And he starts the camera. And he pulls and destroys the cords of the press.

And as he drops his scarf into the toilet, flushing it down, he thinks of all the other things he could’ve said to him; all the things he could’ve done to stop this.

Because he doesn’t just want a goodbye.

He wants understanding.

All the sacrifices Ouma really made become so clear in Kaito’s mind that he’s tearing up as he releases terrible hacks and coughs, the same painter’s mess of red spilling onto the bathroom floor.

And two invisible hands, ones that are smaller than his, clench at his heart, holding onto him.

For some reason, they remind him of Ouma.

[stellar-imagines]

SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝meeting todoroki’s family.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Todoroki Shouto ]

「Scenario of Todoroki bringing his chubby S/O to meet his family formally for the first time. S/O meets Endeavor who says awful things to her.」

TODOROKI SHOUTO

To say you were nervous was an understatement. This was a huge thing. Meeting with your lover’s family was always a huge deal, everyone said so. Your friends who were dating and had meet with their lover’s family told you about their experience. They have gave you tips on how to make a good impression but they highly advised you to be yourself. You stood in front of the mirror and looked at your outfit. Instead of stressing over your outfit, you made sure it wasn’t too casual but comfortable. Something that you would wear.

Shouto had talked about his family a few times and you were well-armed with enough information. He had decided to bring you to meet with his family after thinking for a long time. Even though he often talk about his father in a scornful manner, he decided that it was better to get this over and done with. You’ve heard of all the awful things his father had done to him and you hoped that he had changed somehow.

As for his siblings, he spoke of them fondly. He was always dragged around and forced to train during his childhood so he never really had time to interact with his siblings. But they sound nice. He spoke about his older brother and sister who looked after him as he grew up. As you walked down the path hand in hand with Shouto , you couldn’t help but notice the traditional style building that stood out from the rest.

“You’re nervous, aren’t you?” Shouto spoke when the two of you finally arrived at your destination.

“Of course I am!” you nodded and turned to him.

He would tell you that everything will be just fine and guide you into his house. As soon as you entered, you excused himself and took off your shoes. You followed him while looking at your surrounding, examining the interior and furniture. You didn’t expect to run into him just seconds after stepping into your boyfriend’s house.

“Shouto.”

Shouto ’s gaze hardened at the man standing before the two of you and his hold on your hand had tightened a little but not to the point where it was painful. There stood his father, the current number one hero and the person you had been worrying about the day before the visit. Your boyfriend gave the tall man a nod.

“Is this the guest you were referring to, Shouto?” Endeavor questioned, his voice sharp and screaming dominance as he narrowed his eyes at his son. Unfazed,  Shouto merely nodded while you bowed in front of him, greeting him accordingly. Endeavor merely scoffed before walking back into the house without another word. You were left speechless and confused, what kind of attitude was that? Was is a positive or negative reaction? But since he made no move to usher you away, Shouto pulled you forward and further into his house.

He had pulled you into the kitchen where you met a female whose hair was white with red strands here and there. Shouto introduced the two of you to one another. She was his sister, someone who Shouto often talked about with you. After the introductions, you quickly offered to help her with dinner in which she was grateful for. Shouto remained in the kitchen as you helped Fuyumi with the food.

This surely helped you with getting you relaxed a little. Fuyumi was very friendly and she talks a lot about Shouto. Cooking helped you get distracted from your worries and you get to learn a lot about your boyfriend’s favorite food and the kind of meals his family ate. You later met with his older brother Natsuo who was friendly and easy going compared to Shouto. Despite being forced to not interact with Shouto, the two older siblings really cared about him.

When the time to have dinner came, you were a little nervous. It appeared that Shouto had informed his family about your visit but as you sat on the dining table, you were still nervous. Instead of eating like you usually would, you felt your appetite slowly fading away as the silence consumed the whole

“So, what kind of relationship do you have with my son to have him bring you over here?” Endeavor questioned as he put down his bowl of miso soup.

“We’re dating.” came Shouto’s response. You flinched when you heard him slam down his chopsticks onto the table, almost breaking the wooden utensil. He had his gaze locked onto yours after hearing Shouto’s response. It was obvious that he wanted to say something to you.

“Dating? How ridiculous. I don’t understand why you would want to date someone like her.” he scoffed, finishing off his meal and setting down his bowl of rice which as now empty.

“I am fully aware of Shouto’s rebellious phase and he’s probably dating you because he knows that it will irritate me. I take pride in him because he managed to inherit both his parents’ quirks. And it’s natural that he deserves the best, someone with an equally strong quirk that will give him strong children. You’re wasting your time with him because I will never approve you.” he emphasized the last sentence. You slowly put down your bowl. Even though his words made your heart ache a little, there were things that you needed to say.

“Your pride? Please don’t make me laugh. You say all that but the real reason behind that is something completely different.”

“Say whatever you want about me. But I will never overlook whatever you did to Shouto when he was younger, forcefully pushing him to train and restricting him from interacting with his siblings. It’s not only Shouto, because of your selfishness, Fuyumi-san and Natsuo-san had to endure being neglected and treated like they were nothing.” you spoke with confidence.

“You speak highly of your son but in reality, you’re just selfish.”

Endeavor and you glared at each other for a while before he scoffed and decided to make his leave. Once he was away,Fuyumi and Natsuo were surprised to hear you stand up for them. Fuyumi was talking about how her heart was racing the entire time and how worried she was when you talked back. On the other hand, Natsuo seemed impressed and grateful to hear you say something that he had been meaning to say.

Eventually after helping with clearing the table and washing the plates, Shouto brought you to his room which has a strong resemblance to his own dorm room. However the only difference was that his room here was far more spacious. The two of you sat on the futon and did your own thing. You were fiddling with your phone while Shouto made himself comfortable with you, wrapping his arms around your stomach and resting his chin on your shoulder. You soon discarded your phone, getting comfortable in his embrace.

“Do you think what he said was right? Are you dating me just to irritate him?” you mumbled, tightening your grip on his shirt and you buried your face onto his chest, keeping your face hidden. Shouto slowly pulled away and cupped your cheek, searching for any traces of tears. Even though you weren’t crying, the sad look on your face made him feel guilty.

“You’re talented, handsome and strong. All the girls think so too and honestly, you’re just too good for me you know. I’m not as strong as you nor am I pretty. Maybe your father was right, you deserve someone better than me....” you mumbled. 

Your confident facade from earlier had faded away. He was hesitant when you said that you wanted to go to his house and meet his family but you convinced him and pleaded him so he had no other choice. Shouto had been hoping that his father would be busy due to work. He moved his hand behind your head and gently threaded his fingers through his hair.

“That’s not true. You’re completely wrong. You’re the one who’s too good for me. You’re patient, kind and thoughtful. Maybe you think you’re not beautiful and weak but I don’t think so.”

“You shouldn’t listen to a thing my dad says,” Shouto advised you quietly, rubbing circles on your back as you began to sniffle into his shirt.

“I love you and I don’t need his approval to date you. I love you so much that it can hurt sometimes, I’m dating you because I truly love you. You’re an amazing person who deserves to be loved. Everything my dad days is a lie, so please, don’t sell yourself short.”

“Your dad is such a pain in the ass.”

“I know.”

Total: 1453 words Published: 04.04.2019

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