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justsomerandomfanfic · 28 days ago

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hi !! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ could i request romantic and platonic (if that's too much, just romantic) matchups for dc, my hero academia and either obey me/marvel/stranger things (i don't mind which one out of those 3 😿 you can choose 😿 im indecisive 😿)

she/they, 19, bisexual (no pref), intp-t 4w5, ambivert ......................... idk what do u even put for personality ?? ヽ(ˇヘˇ)ノthey gave me high neuroticism and openness on the ocean test 🧑‍🦲👍

5'4, my hair's long, i can't tell if its wavy or curly, i think wavy 🧍‍♀️ dark brown with purple highlights + bangs and my eyes are dark brown, i have a couple piercings and tattoos, idk my style - maybe its grunge, maybe its emo, maybe its y2k, maybe its twee, it depends on the day xoxox

i love PURPLE and SCIENCE!!! especially space and plants and animals and archaeology and psychology and i love to CONSUME MEDIA lots and lots of it ..... especially horror and fantasy, cinema, games, music, reading (and writing) and a bit of art, scrapbooking, crafts, making random stuff like pottery, candles, soap, tea, jewellery, whatever, i garden and bake and cook a little (also.. mixology... not just cocktails though literally anything like hot chocolate or coffee idk if there's a name for it 🧚‍♀️) + i like decorating, travelling, fashion, architecture, history, mythology🧍‍♀️💌 i collect everything - i have trinkets and crystals and random rocks and merch and plushies etc for miLES

idk this is word vomit ty in advance if u read 💜 i love that you write for so many fandoms on one blog especially loads that im in 💗💝💘💖💓💞💕😞

Hi!

I just have to say, your information was perfect!

I love that you gave a bunch of your favorite hobbies, I take hobbies into account the most out of all information, personality being second.

Also I love all the little emojis ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

So fun!

Anyway, I would love to write you both platonic and romantic matchups for DC, MHA, and any of those three you listed.

I didn't say what I chose, it's a surprise!

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Anyway, I hope you like your matches!

Enjoy!

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Romantic and Platonic Matchups; DC, My Hero Academia, and...

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Romantic;

~~~

DC;

Jessica Cruz -

You were brought onto the Watchtower as part of a research and analysis team, specifically focused on alien flora and fauna.

Your knowledge of science, archaeology, and mythology made you invaluable when dealing with ancient alien artifacts and unknown life forms.

The first time you met Jessica, it was during a Justice League briefing.

You were standing in the back, taking notes and observing, when she caught sight of your purple highlights and immediately thought 'cool hair.'

Later, you were examining a strange alien plant specimen in one of the labs when Jessica walked in, curious about what you were doing.

She was fascinated by how passionate you were about your work.

You explained how the plant responded to different energy wavelengths, and she was so genuinely intrigued that she stayed to help you study it.

You made a joke about how "at least this plant isn’t trying to eat me today," and she chuckled, admitting she also had a rough history with plants trying to kill her.

That was the first of many moments where your humor eased her anxiety.

You and Jessica hit it off fast, bonding over your shared love of science fiction, horror movies, and books.

The two of you would swap recommendations and spend time in the Watchtower lounge debating which space horror movie is the most scientifically inaccurate.

Jessica appreciates how understanding and non-judgmental you are.

She sometimes struggles with social anxiety, and you always make her feel comfortable.

When she starts overthinking or doubting herself, you remind her of how much she’s accomplished and how strong she really is.

She helps you with your craft projects, even if she isn’t always good at them.

When you teach her how to make candles or pottery, she absolutely loves it.

Her first candle was a disaster, but she kept it anyway because it reminded her of you.

Sometimes, when she has trouble sleeping, she’ll text you, and you’ll talk for hours - about everything and nothing - until she feels relaxed enough to rest.

You both love exploring, so when missions take you to alien planets, she always volunteers to go with you.

You geek out over the flora, fauna, and ruins, and she loves seeing you in your element.

You drag Jessica to the observation deck, pointing out constellations and telling her about mythology and space facts.

She listens, mesmerized, and sometimes she uses her ring to project glowing constellations just to make you smile.

You introduce her to your favorite horror movies, and she introduces you to the best superhero cartoons from her childhood.

You tease each other when one of you gets scared, but she definitely hides behind you during psychological horror.

Whenever you visit alien planets, she helps you find cool rocks, artifacts, and little souvenirs.

She once risked a battle just to grab you a weirdly shaped glowing crystal because she knew you’d love it.

You create custom drinks for her (non-alcoholic too, if she wants).

She loves that you always match the drink to her mood.

You’re not a fighter, but Jessica insists on helping you learn basic self-defense.

It starts as sparring but always ends in laughter when she accidentally trips over you or gets distracted mid-fight.

Jessica starts noticing little things about you - how your eyes light up when you talk about your passions, the way you absentmindedly play with your bracelets and rings when you're thinking, how your purple highlights glow under the right lighting.

She realizes she’s in deep when she catches herself staring while you’re laughing at something.

Her heart does this weird, fluttery thing, and she has to look away before she gets caught.

Meanwhile, you start feeling a pull toward her - the way she always checks in on you, the little smiles she reserves just for you, how her presence makes you feel safe and warm.

When you both start making excuses to spend more time together, it’s obvious to everyone except you two.

Even Batman notices and makes an offhand comment that sends Jessica into panic mode.

You almost confess once during a particularly breathtaking space mission - the stars reflecting in her eyes, the weightlessness making it feel like time didn’t exist.

But you chicken out at the last second.

The confession happens unexpectedly during a high-stakes mission gone wrong.

You get separated, and when Jessica finally finds you - injured but alive - she doesn’t even think before crushing you into a hug, whispering, "I can’t lose you."

When you’re safe, she awkwardly stammers through a confession, talking too fast and blushing like crazy, admitting that she adores you, your mind, your passion, the way you make her feel brave.

You cut her off with a kiss, soft and slow, and she melts into it, the weight of her fears disappearing in your warmth.

She laughs after, relieved, and mutters, "Took us long enough, huh?"

You leave little notes for her - encouraging words when she’s feeling anxious, love notes when you just want to be cute.

She flies you to the most beautiful places in the universe because "Earth just doesn’t have enough purple for you."

Forehead kisses, hand-holding, cuddling after long missions - she’s touch-starved and loves the warmth of your presence.

You wake up before her, and she clings to you like a koala until you bribe her with coffee.

She steals your hoodies.

You steal hers.

When she’s too anxious to go outside, you bring the world to her - setting up a movie night, cooking together, or just being there.

Remember all the little things - your favorite tea, how you like your blankets, the exact way you laugh when you’re really happy.

Help her through her fears and doubts, reminding her that she is enough.

Plan the cutest dates, from stargazing on rooftops to exploring abandoned bookstores.

Stay up late talking with her when she’s having a bad night, letting her fall asleep to your voice.

Jessica never thought she’d feel this safe and loved, but with you, it’s effortless.

And for you, she’s the kind of love that makes life feel like an adventure.

You are her anchor.

She is your star.

Together, you’re infinite.

~~~

My Hero Academia;

Kaoruko Awata (Bubble Girl) -

You first met Kaoruko during a rather unexpected moment - both of you were at the same event as kids.

You had spent summers together, playing in a local park, but life had separated you when she enrolled at U.A. and you moved to pursue your own passions.

Years passed, and you lost touch, only to reconnect years later as pro-heroes.

Her passion for helping others aligned with your own, and it was like picking up where you left off.

After all, the bond you shared as kids hadn’t faded.

She had always been the more energetic, social one while you were more on the quiet side, but the chemistry between you two had always been undeniable.

You saw Kaoruko’s bright eyes spark with recognition, and the second your paths crossed on a mission, everything clicked.

Your friendship with Kaoruko is rooted in both history and admiration.

She’s the kind of person who draws people in, and her boundless optimism and sense of adventure keep you on your toes.

You and Kaoruko make a great team, especially on missions - while her power is more suited to up-close fighting, you tend to strategize, guiding her from a distance.

She always insists on doing the most ridiculous (and often dangerous) things on missions, but you’re always there to support her in whatever crazy endeavor she decides to dive into.

There's an undeniable connection, one where you can just be yourselves.

She adores how unique you are, how you embrace your hobbies, and she finds your quirks endearing, even when you doubt yourself.

You and Kaoruko spend a lot of time together outside of missions.

You love watching horror films and discussing their finer details - the suspense, the plots, the thrill of it all.

She’ll often drag you to the theater, where you both critique the latest flicks.

Even when you’re too tired, she’ll insist on playing video games with you, even if she’s the one who ends up raging over the controller while you offer advice.

You two also bond over your shared interest in crafts - whether it’s pottery, making candles, or even decorating your respective homes with little trinkets, you always find new ways to unleash creativity together.

She’s there to support you in your work too, whether it's reading your writing or sharing her thoughts on your latest pottery project.

The friendship has always been about growth, and that’s something Kaoruko wholeheartedly encourages.

Over time, those childhood feelings that were once fleeting started to blossom into something more intense.

It’s subtle at first - her playful teasing laced with a touch more softness, her compliments more genuine, a lingering look that lasts longer than before.

She starts to notice how when she’s around, you’re more confident.

You make her feel at ease with your quiet presence, the way you let her talk endlessly without judgment.

Your easy silence becomes a safe space for her.

When she notices you smiling at her in a new way, she realizes something’s changed between you two, and it makes her heart flutter more than she cares to admit.

You, on the other hand, start to notice the little things.

The way she brushes her fingers against yours when you’re both walking together, or the way she’ll just stare at you sometimes, like she’s trying to read you in a way that feels deeply personal.

Her voice, when she calls your name, seems to hold more weight now, and you catch yourself blushing when she shows you more affection.

It's subtle - just the extra touches, the deeper looks - but it’s impossible to ignore.

The confession comes after a particularly intense mission.

You’re both shaken and tired, walking home in the quiet night.

Kaoruko is still bubbling with excitement, babbling about everything, but then she looks at you - really looks at you - and the energy changes.

She’s been holding her feelings in, not sure if you feel the same.

But tonight, she can’t keep it in any longer.

“I... I know we’ve been friends for a long time,” She starts, her usual confidence slightly wavering, “But... I think I might feel something more for you. It’s been hard to ignore, honestly. I—I like you. More than just a friend. I hope that doesn’t make things weird between us…”

You stop in your tracks, and everything feels slow.

Your heart races in your chest, and before you can even respond, she’s rambling again, apologizing, saying she shouldn’t have said anything, but you grab her wrist gently and pull her back to you.

“Kaoruko,” You say softly, “I like you too. I’ve liked you for a while now.”

You both laugh, the tension easing, and she pulls you into a hug, her face burying into your shoulder.

“I knew it!” She grins, holding you a little tighter, and you can feel her pulse quicken with excitement.

You both stand there for a while, just holding each other in the quiet of the night, knowing that things have changed for the better.

Once you start dating, everything feels even more natural.

You still spend time together doing all the things you love, but now there's this extra layer - those playful touches, the stolen kisses, the shared glances.

Kaoruko makes sure to show her affection in small, cute ways, like brushing her fingers through your hair or calling you the most adorable nicknames, especially “cutie.”

She’ll randomly text you cute, silly messages just to see you smile.

On lazy weekends, you two stay in bed together, binge-watching movies and making your favorite comfort foods.

You love making things for each other, whether it’s a new piece of jewelry or a pot of tea that you can sip while chatting about life.

Kaoruko loves surprising you with little tokens of affection - sometimes she’ll leave you small notes, tucked in your jacket or your bag, that remind you of how much she cares.

She loves it when you teach her how to make new things, and she’ll make sure to remember every little detail, even if she doesn’t get it perfect.

On her end, she’ll bring you flowers she picked, making sure they match your favorite color, purple, and she loves giving you random but sweet gifts.

You, in return, love making her things - handcrafted jewelry or little trinkets, as well as making her favorite drinks.

You also make sure to listen to her when she talks about her day, and you always find time to do something thoughtful, like organizing her growing collection of trinkets.

For Kaoruko, you would go to the ends of the earth to make her feel loved.

You’d stand by her during the toughest of times, help her prepare for missions, and even just sit with her when she’s stressed out.

You’d be the one to remind her of the small victories, especially when she feels like she’s failing.

Her happiness means the world to you, and you’ll do whatever it takes to keep her smiling.

Kaoruko would always make sure you feel loved and appreciated, even when you’re at your most doubtful.

She’ll remind you of your worth in the most unexpected, sweet ways, like with a random hug or a simple compliment that makes your heart race.

She would be your rock when you feel overwhelmed, always ready to pull you out of your shell and encourage your creativity, whether it’s with your writing, your pottery, or even your love of all things space-related.

Together, you two make the perfect team - stronger because of each other.

~~~

Obey Me;

Belphegor (Sloth) -

You first met Belphegor on one of those quiet, rainy afternoons that seem to make the library feel extra cozy and filled with mystery.

You had wandered into the vast library of Devildom Academy, looking for a peaceful place to study and distract yourself from the chaos of being an exchange student.

Of course, the moment you stepped in, you couldn’t help but be in awe of how much knowledge and beauty surrounded you.

That’s when you noticed him - Belphegor, with his usual relaxed, almost lazy aura, curled up on one of the plush chairs near the back.

He was already aware of you, having noticed the way you moved around the library with a mix of fascination and confusion - a new student, but one who clearly enjoyed learning.

He’d always found a strange sense of curiosity when it came to people like you: those who loved space, history, and anything that challenged their mind.

And that’s how your first conversation started - not with words, but with a shared glance over a worn book cover.

“New here?” He had asked, his voice barely above a whisper but with that lazy smirk he was known for.

Your friendship began with a casual bond over books.

Belphegor would often be found sprawled across the library’s couches while you hunted down something obscure for your own research or personal interests.

Initially, you thought he was just another lazy demon with too much time on his hands, but you soon realized he was far sharper than he let on.

He’d drop little sarcastic comments about the other demons in school, always with a subtle laugh that made you want to roll your eyes at him.

The two of you formed an odd sort of intellectual connection, constantly bouncing ideas off each other, challenging each other's opinions about history, space, and psychology.

On lazy afternoons, you'd bring over your latest projects - whether it be your latest pottery or a jar full of crystals you'd found on one of your many trips around Devildom.

Belphegor would pretend to not care, but you’d catch him eyeing your creations every now and then.

Sometimes, he’d even comment about how your “obsession with rocks” was oddly charming.

It started as a small thing - the way Belphegor’s lazy smiles became more meaningful whenever he noticed something you’d done just for him.

You’d leave him a handmade gift, like a bracelet made from a string of purple crystals, and he’d turn his nose up at it with his typical nonchalance.

But then he’d wear it, even though he never admitted he liked it.

He’d also start to drop little hints about his feelings for you, his lazy smirks turning into genuine, more affectionate grins.

You noticed the way his arms would brush against yours when you two passed each other in the library or during class, or how he'd always find some excuse to sit near you, even if he didn’t need to.

As for you, you started to look forward to those moments - the gentle, subtle interactions that weren’t quite friendship anymore.

You found yourself remembering the way his eyes sparkled when he caught you staring at the stars outside, and how he seemed to understand your deep love for space without needing to be told.

You felt at ease with him, as if he was the one person in the world who understood the complexity of your thoughts without being judgmental.

It came during one of your late-night study sessions at the library.

You were working on a craft project, your hands covered in clay, when Belphegor, of all people, walked in with a half-full cup of your favorite tea in hand.

He set it beside you without saying anything, just as the rain outside began to fall harder.

"I brought this for you. You looked like you needed it," He muttered, a small, almost unnoticeable blush creeping onto his cheeks.

You glanced up at him, the space between you suddenly feeling charged.

There was a long silence before he spoke again, his voice quieter than usual.

“I… I’ve been thinking. About you. And I don’t just mean the books you bring in or the rocks you keep showing me,” He continued, his usual smirk faltering slightly, "I mean... About you, you."

Your heart skipped a beat.

He looked serious for once, his usual lazy demeanor completely absent.

“I like you,” He said simply, his eyes softer than you’d ever seen. “I don’t know what it is, but it’s more than just... Being around you.”

You felt your cheeks flush, not knowing how to respond at first, but then you smiled softly. “I like you too, Belphie."

From that moment on, everything changed - but it wasn’t a huge, dramatic change.

Instead, it was something small, subtle, and comfortable.

Your relationship blossomed in the quietest, most intimate way.

Belphegor would sneak glances at you when you weren’t looking, or he'd send you cute texts in the middle of the day, just saying things like “thinking about you” or “stop looking so cute.”

When he was in a particularly lazy mood, he’d pull you into his arms, insisting that "no one else" could understand how comfy his blankets were.

And when you’d grumble, trying to get up, he’d simply pull you closer with a sleepy grin.

For dates, Belphegor was content with something quiet.

You two would often visit Devildom’s little cafes and sit by the window, talking about the stars, mythology, or the latest horror films.

He’d always insist on paying for your tea or your snacks, even though you’d try to protest.

He wasn’t one to be flashy, but every once in a while, he’d surprise you with a thoughtful gift – a small pendant or a crystal from a hidden cave he discovered, just because he knew you’d appreciate it.

On weekends, you two would binge-watch movies or shows you both loved, alternating between genres.

You’d laugh over the absurdity of some horror tropes, or spend hours analyzing fantasy plots.

Sometimes, you'd fall asleep on the couch with his arm around your shoulder.

Belphegor wasn’t much of a cook, but he’d often try to make you simple meals like pasta or grilled cheese, with a smile when he’d finally get it right.

In return, you’d make your signature desserts – cakes, cookies, or whatever you'd been baking recently – and he’d act like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted, even if it was just a bit burnt.

When he saw you working late into the night on a project, he’d silently sneak up beside you and make sure you had everything you needed – like extra snacks or tea.

He wasn’t one for big gestures, but he’d always find small ways to show he cared.

Belphegor’s favorite thing to do was to curl up with you on a lazy morning, wrapped in blankets, listening to your rambling about some new scientific theory or the latest archaeological discovery.

He’d let you talk for hours, even if he didn’t understand half of it - because seeing you so passionate made him feel strangely proud.

Belphegor would do whatever it took to make you smile, even if it meant stepping out of his comfort zone.

He’d fetch you your favorite books, try to make your drinks just right, or sneak in a thoughtful little note when you weren’t looking.

If someone hurt you, he wouldn’t hesitate to step in and protect you, though he’d likely do it with a sarcastic comment to lighten the mood.

However, his fierce loyalty would be clear.

You’d be there for him when he was feeling down, offering support without judgment.

You’d do your best to understand him, even when he pushed you away with his usual tired demeanor.

You’d also find ways to surprise him with little things - like making his favorite tea or putting a new book on his desk just because you knew he’d like it.

You’d show him that he didn’t have to be the aloof, lazy demon all the time - that he could let his guard down with you.

And through it all, your relationship with Belphegor would be built on deep respect, subtle gestures of affection, and quiet, comfortable moments that you’d both cherish forever.

It wasn’t flashy or over-the-top, but it was perfect in its simplicity.

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ao3feed-toshinko · 1 year ago

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Thankfully Together

by Insane_Sanity

Thirty days hath November, thus thirty ships I shall write for the month known for Thankfulness.

In the spirit of thankfulness, most of these prompts are going to be happy ending based even if they start out tragic. I usually write character x reader stuff, so I thought this would be a fun challenge for me. Also cool to see if anyone else agrees with how my ships pan out.

Words: 3267, Chapters: 1/30, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia)

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochaco, Kirishima Eijirou/Ashido Mina, Mashirao Ojiro/Hagakure Tooru, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina/Sero Hanta, Aoyama Yuuga/Hagakure Tooru, Hatsume Mei/Iida Tenya, Kendou Itsuka/Monoma Neito, Shiozaki Ibara/Tokoyami Fumikage, Bakugou Katsuki/Tokage Setsuna, Shouji Mezou/Tsunotori Pony, Komori Kinoko/Kouda Kouji, Satou Rikidou/Yanagi Reiko, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor/Todoroki Rei, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Todoroki Fuyumi, Melissa Shield/Todoroki Natsuo, Asui Tsuyu/Tsuburaba Kousei, Tsukauchi Naomasa/Sousaki Shino | Mandalay, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Tsuchikawa Ryuuko | Pixie-bob, Nishiya Shinji | Kamui Woods/Takeyama Yuu | Mount Lady, Bakugou Masaru/Bakugou Mitsuki, Yamado Hizashi | Present Mic/Fukukado Emi | Ms. Joke, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Kan Sekijirou | Vlad King/Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Awata Kaoruko | Bubble Girl/Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye, Aiba Manami | La Brava/Tobita Danjuurou | Gentle Criminal

Additional Tags: Romance, Smut, UNUSUAL SHIPS, Bondage, Self-Doubt, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, simple stuff, Slow Burn

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51247585

#ao3feed #toshinko #all might #yagi Toshinori #Inko Midoriya

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ao3feed-izch · 1 year ago

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Thankfully Together

by Insane_Sanity

Thirty days hath November, thus thirty ships I shall write for the month known for Thankfulness.

Words: 3267, Chapters: 1/30, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia)

Additional Tags: Romance, Smut, UNUSUAL SHIPS, Bondage, Self-Doubt, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, simple stuff, Slow Burn

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51247585

#ao3feed #dekuraka #izch #izuku midoriya #izuocha #ochako uraraka #ochadeku #auto

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tired-imagination · 5 years ago

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“Five Stages of Grief” - Kaoruko Awata x Reader

Oh boy, here I go, posting a Patreon (mistheartist) fic of mine.

I put a lot more angst on my Patreon and don’t worry, I am working on fics for here. This particular fic was on the $1 tier, as are almost all of my MHA fics.

WARNING: SPOILERS FOR SEASON FOUR OF MY HERO ACADEMIA

(Kaoruko Awata is the real name of Sir Nighteye’s sidekick, Bubble Girl)

“Kaoruko, it’s not your fault that he’s gone. There was nothing you could have done, you weren’t even near him when he died. Besides, he was up against an enemy that almost killed everyone around him, he wouldn’t want you to be sad. Didn’t he always want the people around him to be full of joy and laughter?”

Kaoruko buried her face into your shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. You managed to pick her up after the hospital where she had seen Nighteye pass away, and you had carried her inside of your house while she was being hysterical. You managed to get her into a large sweater and out of her hero costume, with her hero costume being in the wash. You were making hot chocolate in the kitchen, holding her close as she sobbed into your chest. She hugged herself tightly, mumbling words to herself that you weren’t able to understand. You wanted to support your best friend and give her the attention and care that she needed, but you had no understanding of what she had gone through. You knew she was suffering, but her life since she became a hero was surrounded by Nighteye. Nighteye was the person who gave her purpose, and she had just watched him die.

“He’s not dead. He can’t be dead. I don’t believe that he’s dead, I don’t believe it, I can’t believe it. He was in the prime of his life, he had everything going for him, he isn’t dead. Maybe they can bring him back?” She looked up at you, her eyes shining with tears, her bottom lip quivering. She looked like she was begging you for you to bring Nighteye back, begging for anything that could bring her boss back to life.

You left her to cry on the couch, wrapping her in a throw blanket and going to the kitchen. You poured the hot chocolate into a mug, humming gently to yourself. Kaoruko was grieving the loss of someone she cared about more than anything, the person who led her way through the world of heroes after she left the arms of UA. Nighteye was important to her, so you understood her grief, but even then you could barely understand just how much she was going through.

You made your way back to her with the hot chocolate, grabbing some cookies from the pantry and sitting next to her, giving her the items in your hands. “Kaoruko, sweetie, Bubbles, you can’t bring him back. You’re so strong and so good at what you do, I’m sure that you can get through this.”

Kaoruko took the hot chocolate and cookies, tears running down her cheeks once again. She took gentle sips of the hot chocolate, her hands shaking violently. She continued to sob to herself, mumbling incoherent words, before she threw the mug at the wall and screamed into the couch.

You grabbed onto her, holding her tightly as she screamed into your chest, punching the couch with all of her strength. She wailed into your shirt, her tears soaking through, as you ran your fingers through her hair. You tried to whisper gentle things into her ear, but they were all being drowned out by her crying. You kissed the side of her head, scratching her head gently and humming gentle lullabies into her ear. She screamed more, sometimes cursing out at the air or begging for Nighteye’s life to be traded with hers. Kaoruko dug her nails into your shoulders, sobbing more, begging for any chance she could have to see her mentor once again. You knew you wouldn’t be able to get through to her, so you sat there, powerless to make your close friend feel any better about her loss.

“Bubbles, he’s in a better place now. I’m sure that he is laughing with the funniest comedians that are up with him-”

“But you don’t understand! He shouldn’t be up there right now, he should be down here, with us, where things are warm and where he can see the result of his good work, where he can see that Mirio is okay and he can see that the raid he planned was a success, that we got the girl out safe, that everything is okay! He should be here to see that! He isn’t and I want him back, I want him home, I want to go into work and have to make a joke as I give a daily report, I need him back.”

You listened to her talk, running your fingers over her knuckles.

“I would give anything to see that happen. Even if I had to trade my own life for his, if I had to die, maybe he could be brought back. Please, just bring him back!”

“I’m sorry, Bubbles, that can’t happen.”

She collapsed onto the couch, trembling and sniffling from tears that never rolled down her cheeks. She shook her head, hugging herself tightly. “Then what’s the point? Why keep being a hero if I don’t have him beside me? He taught me everything that I know, there’s no way that I can do this without him.”

“If there’s anything that I know about Nighteye, it’s that he wouldn’t want you crying like this. Look at the good side, Bubbles, he would want you to be happy that there was only one death in this entire raid. You were up against a villain that was worse than anyone the heroes had faced before, and made it out almost completely okay. He would want you to continue being a hero who laughed and smiled and made others feel better, even when it was hard. And you don’t have to be happy right now for me, let your tears go. He would want that for you as well. But he would want you to continue your dreams and when you feel better again, to continue what he had. He left the Agency to Centipeder, and I’m sure that he will do an amazing job. You both will.”

She covered her face, whimpering gently to herself. You sat in silence for what seemed like forever, the only thing breaking that silence being her gentle sniffles from behind the fluffy sweater that she wore. Without moving her hands, she slowly laid her head on your shoulder, making a pained effort to calm her breathing. You wrapped an arm around her shoulders, squeezing gently to reassure her. You looked away from her, giving her emotional space while also giving her the physical affection that she desired.

“Buddy?” she whimpered, muffled from the sweater. It had been a while since either of you had spoken, and the sun had gone down.

“Yes, Bubbles?”

“Do you really think that he’s doing okay up there?”

“Of course, Bubbles.”

“I’m sleepy.” She curled into a ball, burying her face into your shoulder even more. You wrapped the blanket around her shoulders once more, kissing her forehead. You watched her as she drifted off to sleep, her body calming down. She looked calm in her slumber, the look of peace making you smile. She had a rough day, and the next few days were going to be endless cycles of her going through her grief, but you knew she would make it out okay. You had faith in her, and she had you to help her along.

You picked her up, making sure the blanket was wrapped tight around her. You kissed her forehead gently, carrying her to your room. You tucked her into bed, making sure her head was gently on the pillow. You walked out of the room as quietly as you could, going to clean up the (now cold) hot chocolate and the shards from the mug, getting a glass of water. You brought it back to the room, setting it on the bedside table, slowly making your way back out.

“Buddy?” Her voice was small, weak, trembling as if she were about to cry again.

“Yeah?”

“Can you stay here?”

You smiled gently, turning around and getting back underneath the blanket. You kissed her forehead gently, watching as she laid on your chest, drifting back to sleep.

You definitely knew she would be okay.

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kirithots · 3 years ago

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Kinktober Day 24- Mirror

Kaoruko Awata x Reader

Disclaimers: smut with no plot, fingering, eye contact, quirk use, praise

“Eyes on me, lovey.”

Your eyes stared at mirror in front of you, focusing on your lover’s yellow eyes.

Kaoruko began to slowly undress you, keeping eye contact with you through the mirror.

“You’re so beautiful.”

She kisses your shoulder softly as her hands gently caress your breasts.

Her lips travel to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot.

You feel a hand creep down to your core, pushing your lips apart.

Ruko presses a finger inside you, letting it slowly move in and out of you.

Your breathing becomes heavier, and your eyes begin to close from the pleasure.

“Look, baby.”

Your eyes open, and you focus on her finger pumping in and out of you.

She pushes another finger into you, making you squeal with delight.

“Your pussy is sucking me in, fuck.”

Her thumb massages your clit, almost taking you to your orgasm.

“Need more…”

You watch as Ruko releases her bubbles, letting them pop around you.

You’re immediately filled with immense pleasure.

“Fuck!”

You come undone on Ruko’s fingers, moaning uncontrollably.

As you come down, you let your body relax into your lover behind you.

“I want to see you do that again, okay?”

You nod sleepily, and she kisses your forehead.

“Just what I wanted to hear, pretty girl.”

Author’s Note: Bubble Girl is so hot, but she gets not love.

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tsukikento · 5 years ago

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Too Fast For Your Own Good Part 1

(part 2) (part 3)

Pairing: Takami Keigo (Hawks x Reader)

Words: 4814

Summary: Soulmate!AU - the first words your soulmate says to you is written on your body in ink.

Genre/Warnings: Nothing? Fluff maybe?

A/N: I got carried away and this got too long so now it’s two parts! Hahaha oops sorry. Anyways, pls enjoy I spent hella time on this! Also posted on my ao3 @ allie_win

When Takami Keigo turned 13, a small tattoo formed on his back, just between his wings.

The first thing he remembers was the burning sensation he felt in the middle of the night. He remembers yelping from the pain, turning on the light, and looking in the mirror to see what it was.

Takami was worried that something was happening to his wings, but he was relieved to see that it was his soulmate mark, something he completely forgot about.

I know I am.

Takami spent that night staring at the marking, admiring the way they curved around his wings. Finally, he had the promise of love.

The next day, Takami came to training sleep-deprived yet still shining happily. He remembers telling a man at the company about it, only for him to brush it off by saying, “Don’t think about your soulmate mark, you will be a hero with no time for romance.”

After that, Takami did not anticipate the meeting of his soulmate. Those words got Takami through a lot of tough situations. They pathed the way for his personality to form.

When Y/L/N Y/N turned 13, a small tattoo formed on your back, just between your shoulder blades.

The burning sensation that you woke up to in the middle of the night scared you so much that you accidentally stopped time. The colorful world turned gray and you took this chance to turn on the lights and check the new mark.

Your parents expected this and preemptively explained the situation to you. They did not, however, describe the pain you were currently feeling.

You spent as much time as you could looking at the words on your back before turning off the lights, getting back into bed, and letting time once again flow without immediate interruptions.

So apparently you’re faster than me?

The words didn’t leave your head that night, and your parents also questioned the meaning when they saw it in the morning.

A thought that frequently crossed your mind was that obviously you were faster than them. You could stop time! Granted, you couldn’t breathe while you were stopping time, which meant you had to spend time training your breathing, but you could currently go a whole minute without feeling your lungs heat up.

The idea of speed eventually made sense when you were signing up to take the entrance exam at U.A. High School. The professor signing you up asked to see your quirk, to which you paused time, moved to stand next to the professor, and started time.

“Wow, teleportation!” The professor complimented.

Although you were about to correct him, he gave you a number and called the next person up, not allowing you to speak.

Regardless of how many times you tried to correct someone about your quirk, they constantly interrupted you and didn’t listen. Eventually, you gave up, deciding that deception may be the best choice for you.

From there, and into your graduation, you were known as Teleportation Hero: Telethon.

~~ Present Time - Age 20

When you awoke from a deep sleep on your first day off in two weeks, you were greeted by cool air and birds singing on a bright Sunday morning. You yawned, stretched your limbs, and relished in the warm sunshine coming through your windows that juxtaposed the wind passing by your exposed leg.

Today, you had plans. Relaxation plans specifically. A Swedish massage and celebrity-scale facial were waiting to meet you at your 2 pm appointment today, giving you ample time to eat and get ready. You had been anticipating this appointment for the past month, allowing the excitement to push you through the tough and tireless month you had faced.

What made this appointment all the more worth it was the effort you put into yesterday’s mission. An earthquake villain appeared in the city and sent down multiple buildings in their wake. The entire situation was incredibly tiring, from the hours spent stopping time and carrying people out of buildings to the paperwork you filled out till midnight yesterday.

You turned onto your side and grabbed your phone off the side table.

You had a few push notifications from various apps as well as a couple texts from your friend, Kaoruko Awata, regarding the dinner plans you both had and your boss Edgeshot, wishing you a good day off. You smiled at the text and responded before putting your phone away. You would love to spend time responding to fans, but you wanted to use less time on your phone today, choosing to focus more on life and nature.

Eventually, you made your way out of bed and got dressed in some exercise clothes. Your stomach was growling at this point, and you were really craving some waffles and a cup of coffee.

Once done cooking, you turned on the television and reached across your coffee table to grab your coffee and felt your muscles ache, reminding you once again of the day previous.

You got the call seconds after the earthquake, and you immediately rushed over.

Multiple buildings were crumbling down, some were ablaze in wild, red and yellow fires. Heroes were scattered across the scene, all rushing around to help the hundreds of civilians harmed. Some flew through the sky, others working to stop the fires. You didn’t spend much time taking in the scene, opting to begin the rescue mission; you of all people knew the importance of time.

The world thought you could effortlessly transport people from location to location. Opposingly, the process of saving people was rather tedious. You knew the importance of this mission, and you spent as much time as you could in the gray and frozen world you effortlessly created, but you still had to hold your title as Teleportation Hero. At this point, if the world found out you were lying about your quirk, they wouldn’t be able to trust you.

Oh, the hole you had dug yourself was deep and there was no one to help you out of it.

Around 12 pm, you finished your food, turned off the television and pulled out the book you were currently reading. With your busy schedule, you had very little time to read, but your New Year's Resolution was to read more, and this was one of the few days you could stick to that goal.

Regardless of the interesting story, you found yourself drifting back to yesterday’s events.

You had arrived so quickly to the scene that you had no communication earpieces set up and ended up stopping a healing hero to hear about the ongoing battle.

“You okay?” The healing hero asked first and foremost, ignoring your question.

“Just quirk overuse,” You breathlessly replied. “How is everything going?” You asked again.

“Good, but it’s a slow process,” They replied. The healing hero grabbed a few serums off their belt and mixed them together in a small bottle. “The villain isn’t caught yet, but apparently they are narrowing in on him. He’s on the run right now.”

You nodded in response, silently praying that they catch him to ensure that no one else was hurt.

“Here, drink this. It’ll give you a burst of energy,” The healing hero said while holding out a vile of blue liquid.

“Thanks,” You replied and immediately downed the shot. It burned down your throat and you felt the energy immediately rush through. It was definitely increasing your adrenaline. You handed the healing hero the bottle back and stopped time to rush into a new building.

When you realized you had been daydreaming instead of focusing on the story, you silently scolded yourself and grabbed a cup of water to clear your head. You saw the clock read 1 pm, and you decided to get ready now instead of being perpetually late like usual.

You fondly reminded yourself how lucky you were to have a time manipulation quirk that helped counteract your horrible habit of being late.

You ended up finishing the entire process of your massage and facial appointment around 5 pm, giving you less than two hours before your dinner date with Awata. The plan was for her to come over around 6:30, with food in hand, she had just texted you 5 restaurant options for you to judge. You lazed around your house as you looked up each restaurant’s menu and selected your top 2.

From your two, Awata ended up choosing the pizza place and told you that she would call to order right away. About 20 minutes later, you got a text from Awata letting you know that she was on her way.

You replied and went into the kitchen to grab out plates for the pizza. You downed the rest of the water you had been sipping periodically and walked across your small studio apartment to change into a more appropriate outfit than the one you had worn to your appointment.

Once in a comfortable yet surprisingly cute outfit, you moved back into your living room to wait for your friend. It was so uncommon that you got a whole day off without any training or any extra errands to run for work and you were going to utilize every second of rest. You laid down on your couch and quickly got lost in your thoughts.

Your mind wandered to Awata, reflecting on your great friendship with her. Although she was incredibly quiet and soft-spoken, she had the true heart of a hero and craved helping people. Not only that, but she had slowly been getting funnier and funnier due to her job at Sir Nighteye’s office.

You still remembered the smile on her face when she told you that she got the job with a silly joke.

Around 6:30, Awata texted you to buzz her up, and by the time she got upstairs, you had moved the plates and two full cups of water to the coffee table. You got up from your couch at the sound of a knock at your door.

“Hey, Ms. Hero Allstar,” Awata said as she waltzed into your condo with two personal-sized pizzas. “So, what’s it like?”

“What’s what like?” You mumbled, more focused on the steaming pizza that was being handed to you. You both were already drooling at the prospect of gooey cheese and carbs.

“Being so famous!” Your friend yelled as she took on her shoes before plopping down on your love seat.

You scoffed at her comment and rolled your eyes before opening up your pizza, “I’m not even in the top 2,000 heroes.” You grabbed a slice and moved it onto your plate.

“Not after today,” Awata replied, as she joined you in opening up her own pizza.

You looked up at your friend with a confused face, not able to reply because your mouth was filled with pizza.

“Wait, do you really not know?” Awata asked. She reached over and grabbed your television remote, switching it onto a local news station.

The image of two anchors came onto the screen. The view of them quickly switched away to a video of the wreckage from today. “They saved a total of 137 civilians in the span of only two hours. Additionally, no additional damage was caused in the process. This success skyrocketed Telethon to top charts online.”

The screen cut to a scene of you using your quirk to grab multiple people in only a few seconds. You gawked and looked over to your friend.

“It was truly impressive, but what can you expect from a member of Edgeshot’s agency” The female anchor spoke as the screen cut back to them.

“It is,” The male agreed. “In fact, we have some quotes from yesterday about the situation.”

The healing hero from before popped onto screen. “I worked with Telethon for only a moment today, giving them one of my serums to help give them the energy needed to save people. I feel honored I got to be a part of this record-breaking defeat.”

The screen cut to a young boy, possibly 12 years old.

“Telethon was so cool yesterday!” Their face was bright and it warmed your heart to see their support. “Not only were they fast, but they were fast for hours! That’s endurance! Most speed heroes don’t have that, they might even be faster than Hawks!”

The screen cut back to the chuckling anchors and you looked over to your friend as they talked about the multiple videos circling the internet that almost all had millions of views.

“Holy shit.”

Awata nodded excitedly. “I know.” Although quiet, she could get just as excited as you during great events. She was smiling wider than you were right now.

If you were in your right mind, you might have noticed the correlation between the speed comment, Hawks, and your soulmate mark. However, you were too excited about this new fame to even think about it.

The rest of your night was spent celebrating with Awata, both of you having a few drinks and stuffing your faces with indulgent American-style barbecue.

As weeks passed, the fame for you continued to rise. Your rating approval shot through the roof and you were being stopped more often to give autographs and take photos.

Not only had your fame been rising, but so had the idea of you being faster than Hawks. Although you admired Hawks, you kept away from the drama, opting to focus more on improving your skills to meet the new expectations you were being given.

After about a month of this challenge circulating, Hawks couldn’t help but make a comment. He was so much more popular and powerful than this wannabe, and no one was going to stop him from being the fastest hero. He was being bombarded daily for a comment about the speculation of someone being faster than him. Not only did he hate the attention, but he hated how the doubt of his strengths got to him.

One day, when paparazzi were surrounding him and pestering him about the challenge, he snapped and shouted into the camera.

“There is no way Telethon is faster than me and I will prove it! This is my official challenge for them to come out of hiding and actually race me!” He looked straight into the camera and spoke eerily calm, “I am too fast for my own good.”

You still remembered the fear you felt when you watched the clip on the internet only a few hours after it went viral.

You will admit that you made a connection between your soulmate mark and Hawks’ words at the time, but you brushed them off. Too often were you disappointed after talking to a cute boy that you had been admiring.

It’s not like you could focus on relationships as a hero anyways.

The next day, your manager told you that he contacted Hawks’ manager and arranged an obstacle race for that Friday.

“It will be great PR,” They claimed, “Even if you don’t win!”

You reluctantly agreed, not like you had much of a choice, and awaited the email that would contain everything you needed to know from the time and date to the price of tickets.

The prospect made you incredibly afraid. To you, the debating of who was faster was more fun than anything. The idea of having to prove yourself was driving you crazy.

What if you couldn’t hold your breath long enough? What if Hawks was so fast that he beat you before you could even stop time?

You sighed and leaned farther back into your soft couch, wishing that the cushions would swallow you up. Maybe this was all a dream and a nice nap would wake you up?

You bit your lip and read through the email, your thoughts drifting off periodically.

Over the next couple days, you worked privately at expanding your air capacity. Your manager wasn’t allowed to tell you anything about the course, so you had to work hard to perfect your breathing and your speed.

You laid down on the floor of the gym, no one was there because of how late it was.

Your mind got lost in the thought of how you could technically even win a speed race. Sure you would have to run through everything, but to everyone else, it would just look like you were flashing from one place to the next.

A few years back, you met someone else with a teleportation quirk. They described it as flashing place to place, although they were restricted to only moving about 15 meters. You always thought of your quirk as a time stopping quirk rather than teleportation, but it did help you in battles that people just thought it was teleportation.

Grunting, you got up from your spot on the ground and got back on the treadmill. You stopped time and continued to run for as long as you could, dreading the competition tomorrow.

You woke up to your alarm, the sky was gray and a chilly air flooded through your room, making you cling to your blankets. You heard the sound of rain outside and groaned. You checked your phone, but were too tired to respond to any texts you had received that day.

You got out of bed, your muscles aching and started preparing an ice bath. You hated ice baths more than anything else in the world, but they still dramatically helped your aching muscles. As you stepped into the freezing cold water, you tried your best not to focus on how much it hurt to sit in an ice bath.

After only a couple minutes, you practically jumped out of the water, deciding that you had been in their long enough. You wrapped your body in a towel and started drying off as you made your way to your room.

You threw on a sweater and sweatpants to keep you warm and started stretching your muscles. From there, you grabbed yourself a freshly brewed cup of coffee and began applying the makeup involved in your hero costume. You made sure to apply a thick foundation and powder to make sure you didn’t appear too greasy in the photos.

You grabbed a snack once done with your makeup and grabbed your bag with any necessities or costume things you would need. Your manager told you to change there so you simply packed everything you would need.

After double checking that you had everything necessary for the day and competition, you stopped time and casually made your way to the stadium, watching the still rain water in your own gray world.

Luckily, the place wasn’t too far away from your house and you were able to make it there by only needing to start time again a couple of times and take a breath. When you arrived, you were whisked away by your manager who had you immediately get dressed. You then had a couple people fix up your makeup and style your hair.

As this was done, your manager informed you that you would be starting the day with an interview, yours being right after Hawks’. He told you a couple questions they were going to ask and steered you to answer in certain ways.

“We don’t want to give too much away, just make it interesting and fun,” You manager said as the hair and makeup team finished up and left quickly.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and admired the way everything came together before your manager ushered you to the calling curtain. On the other side, you could clearly hear the interview going on between the woman and Hawks.

“So, Hawks, how are you feeling about this whole situation?” The interviewer asked. “You seemed quite angry at all the attention Telethon was getting.”

From your position, there was also a small television that pointed directly at them. You saw the expression of the interviewing as she asked Hawks the question. Her voice was practically dripping with sensuality as she tried to keep Hawks’ attention.

The camera cut to Hawks who was casually sitting back as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “Honestly, I wasn’t. I was upset that I was getting attention. I don’t like when paparazzi follow me everywhere.” He looked from the audience to the interviewer and smirked. “I’m happy that Telethon is getting attention, they deserve it. Granted, I wholeheartedly doubt their faster than me.”

“Oh, really?” The lady inquired. You could tell she was reaching for strings to create drama. She leaned forward and you noted how her skirt inched up just slightly

“Well, I am too fast for my own good,” Hawks replied, grinning and waving his hands to prove his point.. “I’m happy that Telethon is gaining attention, they are a great hero. However, no one will ever be faster than me.”

“Well, Hawks, I’ll be looking for you at the finish line then,” The lady smirked at the blond hero.

You groaned at the obvious bias the interviewer had.

“Anyways,” She started, “That’s all the time we have for Hawks. We are going to take a short break and be back with Teleportation Hero: Telethon!”

The audience clapped and Hawks waved goodbye to the crowd before making his way towards the back. In fact, he was making his way towards you. You gulped down the lump in your throat as your manager began making a few more notes in your ear about what to say in the interview.

You looked down as Hawks approached you, too nervous to look up at him. Not only was he the current number two hero, but he was also your maybe soulmate. You hated to dwell on love like so many people nowadays, but the idea that the Takami Keigo could be the love of your life could make anyone nervous.

He smirked at you as a sound person came up and started taking his mic off of him and putting it onto you.

Your sense of smell was suddenly crowded with a deep musk, that smelled of woodlands and cherries. The smell was airy and delightful and you noted that it had to have been coming from Hawks.

Finally seeing the number two hero up close made you painfully aware of how handsome he was.

His dirty blonde hair naturally swept back because of how much time he spent flying. His golden skin practically glowed as he smirked down at you, making you all the more self conscious.

Most of all, you couldn’t take your eyes off his wings. You were sure your face was mirroring their crimson color based on how hot you suddenly felt. They looked so soft and beautiful and you felt a strong pull to touch them as if someone was whispering in your ear.

As you felt the mic being clipped onto your hero uniform, you attempted to bring yourself back into reality. You swallowed your nerves and looked up at the smirking hero in front of you. You could tell he was amused at how obviously starstruck you were. Even with his mic off, he seemed to linger for a few moments to watch you, his eyes trailing up and down your body.

It made you all the more nervous.

You watched as his mouth opened, as if he was about to speak. However, you were quickly pushed by your manager as they ushered you onto stage.

“Wave at the fans!” They said as you were pushed through the red curtain.

You focused back on the crowd as the flashing lights filled your vision. You tried your best not to squint and wave at the people around you. You were making your way to the chair and the interviewer that was awaiting you, when you suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed. You took a few deep breaths and tried to calm yourself.

You gingerly sat down in the seat and smiled brightly at the woman in front of you.

After the applause died down, the interviewer became speaking. “Welcome, Telethon, we are happy to see you today.”

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine,” You replied. Although annoyed, you could still be nice and spread positivity for your young fans. “As a fairly new hero and not very high ranked hero, it is incredibly surreal to be gaining so much attention and thanks for my work. I keep reminding myself to try my best for all the new fans I’ve gained.”

The audience erupted into applause and you could tell the lady was a bit annoyed that you were coming off as so nice and humble. You brushed off her attitude, knowing that you were being true to yourself.

Regardless of how you acted in your own life, you were a hero nonetheless and wanted to be a good role model for aspiring heroes.

“Yes, yes, I’m sure you’re loving the attention,” The lady, who you still didn’t know the name of, said. “However, do you really think you are faster than the number 2 hero?”

You smiled politely at the woman in front of you, even though you were silently wishing she would be hit by a train. “Actually, I’m here for the challenge. Regardless of whether or not I win, I am always looking for a challenge to better myself and gain new experiences.”

“Oh, so you are just doing this to get close to top heroes like Hawks?” The women interjected, stopping you from further explaining yourself.

“No,” You sternly replied. “Like I said, I personally want new experiences and to keep reaching for ways to become a better hero. For example, I’ve been training for the past two days to prepare, and I know my speed has increased, and I’ll be proud of that even if I don't end up winning.”

The interviewer was practically pouting from your ability to easily recover from her questions meant to stump you. From there, the interviewer asked you a few easier questions, such as one about your employment at Edgeshot’s company.

Eventually, she prompted you to say goodbye to the audience and you politely waved and she asked people to tune in at 4 pm today for the competition.

You waved goodbye as you walked off stage and were immediately meeted by the sound person and your manager.

“That was great,” They cheekily grinned at you, knowing full well how annoyed you were with the rude lady.

“Thanks,” You replied, glad your manager was able to understand you so well. “You mind if I take a breather?”

“Not at all, just be back in half an hour,” He replied, “Your bags are in the green room.”

“Thanks,” You mumbled as you made your way around the building to find the green room. Everyone was rapidly walking around and the whole building was incredibly busy. You groaned and stopped time, using this as a chance to search around a quiet area and find the room.

Not only were you pissed that the interviewer was treating you like a child, but you were ridiculously nervous for the competition. You knew it was supposed to be a casual competition, but Hawks made it seem serious for him. He was the number two hero for god’s sake! If he lost to you, it could ruin his career.

Not only was the moral dilemma of letting Hawks win vs. trying your hardest bothering you, but so was Hawks. In the brief minute you were around him, your body filled with uncertainty and you felt intoxicated on his smell and appearance. Maybe it was you getting caught up in the idea that he may be your soulmate, or maybe it was your body telling you he was.

Regardless of your nerves, you were currently most caught up in anger for the interviewer. You entered the green room, and stared straight at the glorious display of food. You didn’t bother to look around the room as you started time again and groan in frustration.

“So you are just doing this to get close to top heroes,” You mumbled, changing your voice to match how annoying it sounded coming from the interviewer’s mouth. “Like I need it, I’m Edgeshot’s top employee and she would have known that if she did any research before the interview.”

You groaned loudly again and turned to face the couch. No one could explain how flustered you felt when you saw Hawks sitting on the couch, eating a plate of fried chicken. When you met his eyes, you felt his golden eyes bore into his soul.

He adjusted to be sitting up straight and moved to place the plate next to him. He cleared his throat and took a sip of water. You watched him the entire time, too embarrassed to speak.

“So,” He finally began, “apparently you’re faster than me?”

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