#mha hitoshi shinsou

[amkyor]

can you please do something of boyfriend shinso? like just one day of them at UA, and then they get to the dorms and spend the afternoon together and if you want they can sleep together (no need of nsfw or anything). add whatever you want! (fem reader please)

pt: sorry for my bad english!

H. SHINSOU SHORT STORY

Synopsis: You and the former class 1a, Shinsou included, were now in the 2nd year of the hero course, class 2a. You were lying on your bed in your dorm room, trying your hardest to go to sleep. After all your efforts, nothing was working. With that, you stepped out of your dorm to the common room to get a class of warm milk.

Two Insomniacs:

The clock on your bedside table ticked quietly in the dark, the glowing red numbers reading 1:03 AM. You lay on your back, staring at the faint outline of the ceiling, your mind a restless storm.

No matter how much you tried to block out the noise in your head or force your body into stillness, sleep just wouldn’t come.

It never did, not easily.

Your bedside light flicked on with a soft click as you reached over for the near-empty bottle of melatonin resting on the table.

You frowned at it, shaking the bottle slightly to hear the faint rattle of the last few tablets.

You’d taken your prescribed dose hours ago.

No luck.

With a groan, you rolled over, pulling your blanket over your head in frustration.

The dorm room was quiet, the only sounds being the faint hum of the air conditioner and occasional creaks of the building settling.

Everyone else in Heights Alliance was probably fast asleep, their dreams carrying them far away, while you remained rooted in restless wakefulness.

You flipped over again, clutching your pillow in hopes that maybe—just maybe—this time you’d find that elusive sweet spot.

But no.

The more you tried, the more frustrated you grew, your thoughts swirling in a cycle of how much you needed to sleep and how impossible it felt to actually do so.

Finally, you sat up, the blanket slipping off your shoulders. Enough was enough.

If lying here wasn’t working, maybe getting up would. You swung your legs over the edge of the bed, your bare feet brushing against the cool floor before slipping into your bunny slippers.

The plush fabric brought a small sense of comfort, though it didn’t stop your tired mind from grumbling about the situation.

"Warm milk," you mumbled to yourself, standing and stretching slightly. It was an old trick, something your mom used to swear by when you were little.

You didn’t have much hope that it would work now, but at this point, anything was worth a try.

Grabbing a hoodie from the chair at your desk, you shrugged it on over your tank top, leaving it unzipped.

The soft fabric hung loosely around you, giving you a bit of warmth against the nighttime chill.

Your bunny slippers shuffled softly against the floor as you made your way to the door, careful not to make too much noise.

You paused for a moment with your hand on the doorknob, listening to the silence of the dorm hallway beyond.

Taking a breath, you slowly turned the knob and opened the door, stepping out into the dimly lit corridor.

The faint glow from the nightlights spaced along the walls created long shadows, the quiet almost eerie in its stillness.

The door clicked shut behind you, and you glanced down both ends of the hallway, ensuring no one else was awake.

The soft padding of your slippers was the only sound as you started toward the common area and kitchen, hoping that a warm glass of milk might finally bring you the rest you so desperately needed.

The hallway was silent as you padded softly toward the common area, the plush bunny slippers muffling your steps.

The faint glow of the nightlights cast long, uneven shadows along the walls, making the journey feel almost surreal.

You wrapped your hoodie tighter around yourself, the chill of the late hour seeping into the air.

When you reached the entrance to the common area, you paused, peeking around the corner to make sure no one else was there.

The room was still, the furniture sitting in quiet disarray from the day’s activities.

You exhaled softly, relieved to find it empty.

The last thing you wanted was to explain to anyone why you were up at such an hour.

Stepping carefully into the room, you avoided the creaky section of the floor near the couch and made your way toward the kitchen.

The soft dim light above the stove was just bright enough to illuminate the space without being harsh on your tiredless eyes.

You flicked on the overhead light, setting it to its lowest setting.

The warm glow cast soft shadows across the countertops, giving the kitchen a cozy, almost inviting atmosphere.

You headed straight for the fridge, the cool air brushing against your face as you pulled the door open.

The gallon of milk sat on the bottom shelf, its familiar red cap catching your eye.

You reached for it, careful not to knock over anything else as you lifted it out.

Closing the fridge door quietly, you placed the milk on the counter with a soft thunk, the sound barely registering in the silence.

Turning toward the cabinets, you opened one and pulled out a simple white mug, its handle smooth and cool in your hand.

Placing the mug on the counter beside the milk, you unscrewed the red cap and tilted the gallon carefully, watching as the milk poured in a steady stream.

You stopped halfway, not wanting to overfill it, and set the jug back down before twisting the cap back on.

The microwave sat in the corner of the counter, its shiny surface reflecting the dim light.

You opened the door and placed the mug inside, the faint hum of the appliance filling the kitchen as you set the timer for 30 seconds.

Pressing the start button, you leaned against the counter, crossing your arms as you waited.

The seconds ticked by, the quiet whirring of the microwave somehow soothing in the stillness.

Your eyes wandered around the kitchen, taking in the familiar surroundings.

The little magnets on the fridge, the neatly arranged dish rack, the faint scent of dish soap lingering in the air—it all felt comforting, grounding you as you stood there.

The microwave beeped softly, breaking your thoughts.

You straightened up and walked over, carefully opening the door and reaching inside to grab the mug.

The warmth of the ceramic seeped into your hands, the gentle heat a welcome contrast to the chill of the kitchen.

Turning back toward the island counter, you walked over and leaned against it, the cool surface pressing against your side as you cradled the mug in your hands.

The warm aroma of the milk wafted up, calming in its simplicity.

You raised the cup to your lips, taking a small sip.

The warmth spread through you, soothing and comforting in a way that made the late hour feel a little less daunting.

You took another small sip from the cup, the warmth of the milk spreading through your chest in a way that momentarily calmed you.

The heat soothed the chill of the night, and for a brief second, you thought maybe—just maybe—it was working.

You let yourself lean against the counter, the edge pressing into your hip as you closed your eyes, trying to focus on whether you felt even a shred of drowsiness.

Seconds passed, and you tried to gauge your body’s response.

Was your breathing slower?

Did your limbs feel heavier? No.

Instead of the calm onset of sleep, all you could register was the lingering warmth of the cup against your fingers and an irritating ache pulsing on the right side of your head.

A small headache—not sharp but dull and persistent—pounded in rhythm with your heartbeat.

You sighed heavily, the frustration creeping into your chest like a slow-moving wave.

Turning around to face the counter fully, you placed the mug down with a soft clink.

The weight of it leaving your hands felt symbolic, almost as if you were giving up on the idea that it might help.

Leaning forward, you pressed your elbows onto the countertop, resting your head in your arms.

The surface of the counter was cool against your skin, contrasting with the heat that lingered in your cheeks and forehead.

You closed your eyes tightly, trying to push away the overwhelming tide of hopelessness that threatened to break through.

Why was it always like this?

Why couldn’t you have one peaceful night of sleep?

The questions circled in your mind, swirling together with the ache in your head and the exhaustion tugging at your body.

You stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, though in reality, it was only a minute or two.

After a while, you lifted your head slightly, your arms still folded beneath you as you brought your fingers to your temples.

With slow, deliberate motions, you began rubbing gentle circles into the tender spots on either side of your head, hoping it would ease the ache.

The repetitive motion was soothing to a degree, but it wasn’t enough to quell the overwhelming sense of defeat.

The hopelessness grew, bubbling in your chest until it felt like it might spill over.

With a small groan of frustration, you let your hand drop and press your palm firmly against your forehead, as if grounding yourself physically could somehow calm your mind.

You stood in that position for a couple of seconds, hoping that this would have caused some kind of change.

But then...

That’s when you heard it—the faint sound of shuffling near the entrance to the common area.

Your muscles tensed instinctively, and you slowly lifted your head, your palm still half-covering your face.

The soft padding of footsteps grew louder and closer.

Lowering your hand completely, you turned your gaze toward the source of the noise, desperation evident in your expression.

You weren’t sure what you expected to see.

Maybe another sleepless student wandering the halls, or perhaps even a teacher.

But as you blinked against the dim light, you focused on the figure stepping into view, and your heart stuttered in your chest.

Your eyes met Shinsou’s as he stepped fully into the dim light of the common area.

He stood there in his usual unbothered stance, one hip slightly cocked, his hands shoved into the pockets of his black sweatpants.

The plain T-shirt he wore was loose but not enough to hide the lean frame of someone who spent hours training.

His hair was an unkempt mess, half covering his forehead in uneven strands, but it wasn’t unflattering.

He looked tired, though—not just the ordinary kind of tired, but the weight-of-the-world-on-your-shoulders kind that resonated deeply with your own sleepless struggles.

“Shinsou…” you muttered, your voice low and scratchy from disuse.

Your blank stare met his equally weary one, and for a moment, neither of you moved.

His gaze swept over you briefly, taking in your disheveled form.

The messy low bun you’d hastily tied your hair into, the strands framing your face, and the tight tank top that was covered with your oversized hoodie didn’t seem to faze him.

He blinked slowly, his dark purple eyes lingering just long enough to notice the faint crease of exhaustion on your brow and the slight redness in your eyes.

Then, with a small sigh, he averted his gaze, his head turning to the side as though he couldn’t bring himself to stare for too long.

“What are you doing awake?” he asked, his voice steady but quieter than usual.

You hesitated, unsure how to answer.

You stayed where you were, your elbows still propped on the counter, hands loosely clasped in front of you.

The weight of his question seemed heavier than it should have, as if he wasn’t just asking why you were out of bed but why you always seemed to end up like this—tired, restless, and chasing sleep that never came.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I thought… I thought warm milk might help.”

His eyes flicked back to you momentarily, studying the mug that sat on the counter in front of you.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he wanted to say something but decided against it.

Instead, he walked further into the room, his sock-covered feet making soft scuffing sounds against the floor.

“You really think that works?” he asked, leaning against the edge of the kitchen island opposite you. His tone wasn’t mocking—just curious, with a hint of skepticism.

You shrugged, your gaze dropping to the cup in front of you. “I don’t know. It’s supposed to… but it hasn’t helped yet.”

There was a beat of silence, and you shifted uncomfortably under his steady gaze.

His presence was grounding, in a way, but also unnerving. It was like he could see through the layers of exhaustion and frustration you’d piled up over the weeks.

He tilted his head slightly, his messy hair falling further over his forehead. “You’ve been like this for a while, haven’t you?”

Your lips parted in surprise, but you quickly closed them, unsure how to respond.

He wasn’t wrong—your sleepless nights had become more frequent, more intense.

But hearing it said aloud made it harder to ignore.

“It’s nothing to worry about,” you said, brushing off the comment with a weak smile. “Just stress, probably.”

Shinsou didn’t look convinced.

He straightened up slightly, his hands still buried in his pockets. “You should’ve told someone. Aizawa, maybe. He’d get it.”

You shook your head, letting out a dry laugh. “What’s he gonna do? Expel my insomnia?”

For the first time, Shinsou’s lips quirked up into a faint smirk, but it faded quickly as his gaze softened. “Still,” he murmured, his voice losing its edge. “You shouldn’t deal with it alone.”

The sincerity in his tone caught you off guard, and you looked up at him fully for the first time since he entered.

There was something raw and genuine in his expression—something that told you he understood more than he let on.

“I’ll be fine,” you said softly, though even you didn’t fully believe it.

Shinsou looked at you for a long moment before sighing again, the sound heavy and tired.

“You’re stubborn,” he muttered, shaking his head slightly.

You couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto your face. “Takes one to know one.”

A quiet chuckle escaped him, and the sound was softer than you expected—almost comforting.

He leaned back slightly, his posture relaxing as he watched you take another slow sip of your warm milk.

For a moment, the exhaustion didn’t feel as suffocating, and the ache in your head seemed to ease just a little.

You tilted your head slightly, the warm milk in your hands now forgotten as you studied Shinsou.

His tired features, the shadows under his eyes, and the way his hair still managed to fall perfectly into place despite its unkempt state—it was all so quintessentially him.

But what really caught your attention was the way he carried himself, like someone who was used to holding more than he let on.

“So,” you began softly, your voice cutting through the quiet hum of the appliances. “What’s your story?”

Shinsou blinked, his gaze shifting from the floor to meet yours.

For a moment, he just stared at you blankly as if trying to process your words. “My story?” he asked plainly, his tone laced with mild confusion.

You nodded, leaning a bit more heavily against the counter. “What are you doing up, I mean…” you clarified, your eyes searching his for some kind of answer.

Shinsou stood still for a moment, his posture relaxed yet unreadable.

His purple eyes, usually sharp and calculating, softened under the dim light.

They seemed more vulnerable now, less guarded. Finally, he leaned away from the counter, his hands slipping out of his pockets.

Without a word, he moved around the kitchen island, his steps slow but deliberate.

You watched as he made his way to the fridge, his movements almost sluggish but still precise.

When he opened the fridge door, the cool light illuminated his face, casting shadows over his angular features.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he answered simply, his voice low and steady as he reached for a water bottle.

The plastic crinkled slightly in his grip as he closed the fridge door with his other hand.

You raised an eyebrow, shifting your weight slightly. “That’s it? No elaborate explanation? No deep confession about what’s keeping you up?”

Shinsou chuckled softly, a sound that was more like a low exhale than an actual laugh.

He twisted the cap off the water bottle and took a small sip before leaning against the counter opposite you.

His eyes met yours again, and for a moment, you thought he might actually open up.

But instead, he smirked faintly, his lips barely curving upward. “Not everyone has a dramatic reason for being awake at 1 a.m.,” he said, his tone teasing but gentle.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. “Fair enough,” you murmured, taking another sip of your milk.

The two of you stood there in comfortable silence for a moment, the quiet of the night settling around you like a blanket.

It wasn’t awkward—if anything, it felt oddly intimate.

The soft hum of the refrigerator filled the space between you, and the warmth of your milk seemed to seep into your bones, easing the tension you hadn’t even realized you were holding.

Shinsou set his water bottle down on the counter, his fingers tapping lightly against the plastic. “What about you?” he asked, his gaze flickering back to you. “What’s keeping you up tonight?”

You hesitated, your fingers tightening slightly around your mug. “Same as always,” you admitted, your voice quieter now.

“I just… can’t sleep. No matter what I do, it’s like my brain doesn’t want to shut off.”

Shinsou nodded, his expression unreadable but understanding. “I get that,” he said after a moment.

“Sometimes it feels like the harder you try to sleep, the more impossible it gets.”

“Exactly,” you said, feeling a small rush of relief that he understood. “And then I end up here, drinking warm milk like it’s some kind of magic cure.”

He chuckled again, the sound a bit louder this time. “At least you’re trying,” he said, pushing off the counter and taking another sip of his water.

“That’s more than some people would do.”

You tilted your head, curious. “What do you do when you can’t sleep?”

Shinsou glanced at you, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “Usually? I just… stay awake. Sometimes I train, sometimes I read. Whatever keeps me from thinking too much.”

You nodded, understanding the sentiment all too well. “Guess we’re both stuck in the same boat tonight,” you said, offering him a small smile.

He returned it, his eyes meeting yours with a warmth that made your chest feel just a little lighter. “Yeah,” he said softly. “Guess we are.”

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, the silence between you now filled with a quiet sense of camaraderie.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make the night feel a little less lonely.

You gave Shinsou a small, appreciative smile, feeling a little less alone in your insomnia.

The warmth of the milk in your hands grounded you, and his quiet presence seemed to calm the restlessness in your chest.

“So,” you began, breaking the comfortable silence, “do you think we’ll ever get used to this whole sleepless thing? Or are we doomed to be midnight wanderers forever?”

Shinsou leaned back against the counter, his fingers loosely gripping his water bottle.

His tired purple eyes glanced at you, a hint of amusement flickering in their depths.

“I don’t know,” he replied, his voice low and calm. “Maybe we’re just wired differently. Some people can sleep like rocks, and then there’s us.”

You chuckled softly, lifting your mug for another sip. “It’s unfair, really. I’d kill to sleep like Kirishima. That guy could probably sleep through an earthquake.”

“Or Kaminari,” Shinsou added, his lips quirking into a small smirk. “He passes out anywhere. I caught him napping under a desk once.”

You laughed quietly, imagining the sight. “That sounds about right. I swear he’s part cat or something.”

Shinsou’s smirk grew a little, and he took a sip of his water, his gaze lingering on you for a moment. “At least you’re not alone in it,” he said after a pause.

“Even if it sucks, it’s not the worst thing in the world to have someone else awake, too.”

His words caught you off guard, and your grip on your mug tightened slightly.

There was something unspoken in his tone, an underlying sincerity that made your chest ache in a way you couldn’t quite place.

“Yeah,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s nice having someone to talk to.”

Shinsou nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching into the faintest smile.

Neither of you said anything for a while after that, the silence settling back over the room like a thick, comforting blanket.

Eventually, you finished your milk, the empty mug feeling heavier in your hands than it should.

With a quiet sigh, you pushed off the counter and made your way to the sink, the soft tap of your bunny slippers the only sound in the room.

You rinsed the mug and placed it carefully in the sink, the clink of ceramic against metal almost too loud in the stillness.

Turning back to Shinsou, you gave him a small nod. “I’m gonna sit down for a bit,” you said, your voice soft. “You can join if you want.”

He didn’t respond immediately, simply watching as you walked toward the common room.

The dim lighting cast long shadows across the room, and you reached for one of the folded blankets draped over the back of the couch.

It was soft and thick, the kind of blanket that made you feel warm just holding it.

Settling onto the couch, you wrapped the blanket around yourself, tucking it under your legs as you leaned back against the cushions.

The warmth seeped into your skin, and you let out a quiet sigh, your body finally starting to relax.

A moment later, you heard the soft shuffle of footsteps behind you.

Turning your head slightly, you saw Shinsou making his way toward you, his water bottle still in hand.

He moved with an easy, almost lazy confidence, his posture relaxed and unhurried.

He stopped a few feet away, his gaze meeting yours briefly before he sat down at the opposite end of the couch.

The distance wasn’t too far, but it wasn’t close enough to feel intrusive either. It was the perfect balance, and you couldn’t help but feel a small pang of gratitude for his thoughtfulness.

Shinsou leaned back against the cushions, his legs stretched out in front of him.

He rested his water bottle on his knee, his fingers idly tracing the ridges of the plastic. His eyes flicked toward you, soft and curious.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked, his voice barely above a murmur.

You nodded, offering him a small smile. “Yeah. Just… tired in all the wrong ways.”

Shinsou hummed in understanding, his gaze drifting toward the ceiling. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “I get that.”

The two of you sat there in silence, the quiet hum of the building and the soft rustle of the blanket the only sounds between you.

It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable—it felt natural, like the kind of silence that only existed between people who truly understood each other.

The soft, ambient quiet of the room allowed you both to settle into a peaceful rhythm, the gentle rustle of fabric and the occasional sip of water breaking the silence.

You had your legs stretched out under the blanket, your body sinking into the couch, and your mind almost drifting into a sort of haze.

Shinsou seemed content to just sit, his own legs outstretched as he relaxed beside you.

After a moment, you shifted slightly, your curiosity pulling you out of the comfortable quiet. “So,” you began, breaking the stillness.

“What kind of books do you usually read?” you asked, remembering how he had mentioned reading to take his mind off of things.

Shinsou looked at you, his eyes glinting with interest before he shrugged slightly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“I’m into horror mostly,” he replied nonchalantly, as though it was the most normal thing in the world.

You blinked in surprise, not expecting that answer. “Horror? Really?”

He nodded, his expression turning serious, though there was a glint of enthusiasm in his eyes. “Yeah. I’ve always liked it. There's something about a good thriller that gets under your skin, you know? The stuff that makes you look over your shoulder when you’re walking home.”

You chuckled softly, imagining the serious, intense Shinsou reading a book and jumping at the slightest sound. “I can’t imagine you getting scared, though.”

Shinsou smirked at that, his gaze shifting toward the ceiling as he leaned back into the cushions, his arm stretching out to rest on his knee.

“You’d be surprised,” he said with a small laugh. “There’s a book I’m reading right now that’s got me hooked. It’s called The Haunting of Ashfield Manor.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “That sounds... intense. What’s it about?”

Shinsou’s face lit up as he began to speak, his voice warming as he delved into the details of his favorite book.

His words began to flow more quickly, and you could tell this was a topic he was passionate about.

“It’s about this old manor, right? It’s been abandoned for decades, and people say it’s haunted. But the main character, this guy named Evan, decides to go there to investigate. He’s a skeptic and doesn’t believe in ghosts or anything like that. But once he’s inside, weird things start happening. The further he digs, the more he uncovers about the dark past of the house. It’s creepy as hell."

You could hear the excitement in his voice as he spoke, the way his eyes brightened as he recounted the plot.

You smiled at the way he geeked out over it, completely immersed in the story.

“Sounds like the kind of book that makes you want to sleep with the lights on,” you teased, earning a grin from Shinsou.

“You have no idea,” he replied, his voice low and amused. “There’s this one part where Evan finds this hidden room behind a false wall, and when he opens it, there’s a doll sitting in the middle of the room. The air is so thick with tension, and you can hear this whispering—just barely—but no one’s there. I swear, I almost dropped the book when I read that part.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm, shaking your head slightly. "I think I’d be too scared to finish that one.”

Shinsou chuckled softly. “Yeah, I don’t blame you. It’s one of those books that sticks with you long after you’re done reading it. But that's what makes it so good, you know? It’s not just about the jumpscares—it’s the suspense that gets you.”

He didn’t seem to notice how he had subtly shifted closer to you as he spoke, his body inching toward yours as he got more animated about the book.

His knee was now just a few inches away from yours, the warmth of his body radiating toward you as he leaned in a little.

It felt natural, comfortable, like he was just… there with you, sharing something that mattered to him.

His hand rested casually on his knee, but as he shifted, the back of his hand brushed softly against the exposed skin of your thigh.

You didn’t notice at first, your focus entirely on him and the way he was talking about his book, but the gentle pressure of his hand felt warm against your leg.

As he continued describing the eerie atmosphere of the manor, you found yourself drawn deeper into his words, your attention entirely on him.

His voice had become almost hypnotic, the way he described every detail with such care, as though he were painting a vivid picture right in front of your eyes.

“The last chapter got me, though,” Shinsou went on, his voice dropping slightly as he leaned forward.

“Evan’s digging deeper into the mystery, right? And he starts seeing things—like, actual ghosts. But the craziest part is... he’s not sure if they’re real or if it’s just his mind playing tricks on him. And the thing is, you never really know. The author doesn’t make it clear whether it’s all just in his head or if the house really is haunted.”

You let out a soft sigh, clearly impressed by the way he spoke about it. “That sounds so intense.”

Shinsou nodded, a glimmer of excitement still in his eyes as he finished his thought.

“It is. The whole book builds up to this point where you can’t tell what’s real anymore. It messes with your mind. It’s brilliant.”

You chuckled lightly, shaking your head. “You really are into this stuff, huh?”

He shrugged slightly, his smirk returning. ���What can I say? It’s fun getting lost in a good story.”

You glanced down at where your skin brushed against his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch on your thigh.

You hadn’t realized how close you two had gotten until now, but the proximity didn’t make you uncomfortable.

If anything, it felt... natural.

You turned your gaze back up to Shinsou, meeting his eyes, and saw the quiet enjoyment on his face.

He seemed content, lost in his world of books, and you couldn’t help but feel glad you were there to share it with him.

The conversation flowed naturally between you and Shinsou, each word he spoke, pulling you deeper into his world.

He had such a captivating way of talking about his passion for horror, and you couldn’t help but be drawn to him as he spoke.

His voice was smooth, deep, and had a certain rhythm to it, like music playing in the background.

Every word felt like it had a purpose, and the way he described his favorite books, his voice becoming more animated with each sentence, made you smile.

You were completely entranced by him now, hanging onto every word. “So, what got you into books?” you asked, your curiosity piqued.

You wanted to know more about him, more about what shaped his love for all things horror.

His eyes seemed to brighten as you asked, clearly excited to share.

“Well, it wasn’t always books, you know,” he began, his voice calm and smooth.

“It started with movies. Horror movies, to be specific. My parents were into thrillers, and I’d watch them with them when I was younger. But, eventually, I realized that books had a whole different kind of power. They didn’t just show you the scares. They made you feel them. Like, the tension builds in a way movies can’t. You’re forced to imagine it yourself, and that’s... that’s what really got me.”

You nodded, feeling like you were starting to understand him more. “That makes sense,” you said softly, shifting your position slightly, trying to get more comfortable.

His words were soothing, and the more he spoke, the more relaxed you became.

His voice was like a lullaby in a way, the depth of it making you feel safe and at ease.

Shinsou continued talking, his hands moving as he described different horror movies and books that had inspired him.

You barely noticed how your body had started to relax, your eyelids growing heavy as you leaned back against the couch.

His voice filled the space, but your mind began to drift, lost in the warmth of the moment.

You shifted slightly, trying to stay awake, but it was hard.

Every word he said seemed to wrap around you like a cozy blanket, making you feel more drowsy by the second.

As you sat beside him, your head started to droop, and before you realized it, your body began to lean into him.

You tried to fight it, to stay awake and engaged, but the soft pull of sleep was too strong.

Your eyes fluttered for a second, and then you gave in. Without even meaning to, your head slowly tilted toward him, coming to rest on his broad, warm shoulder.

It wasn’t until he felt the steady, comforting pressure on his shoulder beneath your cheek that he realized you had fallen asleep.

The sudden contact seemed to startle Shinsou, but by the time his attention returned to you, you were already half asleep, your breathing slow and steady.

He blinked, looking down at you with a soft frown, his voice quieter now. "Hey... you there?" he asked, his tone unsure, but there was a trace of concern in it.

You didn’t answer him, your head still resting against his shoulder, your breath, steady and calm.

You felt safe there, warm and completely at peace.

Shinsou didn’t seem to expect you to fall asleep, but the moment lingered—like the world had slowed down just for the two of you.

He looked down at you again, his dark eyes softening as he watched you.

After a moment, he let out a small sigh.

"You're so knocked out, aren't you?" he muttered under his breath, his voice a mix of amusement and something else you couldn’t quite place.

He shifted slightly, moving just enough so he could adjust his posture.

His hand, which had been resting loosely on his knee, now moved to gently tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear.

His fingers brushed your skin lightly, but he seemed to hesitate for a second before pulling his hand back.

He let out a quiet, almost imperceptible sigh again, leaning back against the couch with you still nestled against his shoulder.

He didn’t seem to mind.

The weight of your body resting next to his felt natural, like a quiet, unspoken bond between you two.

There was a peace to it, a comfort that neither of you had to force.

You were just there, together in the silence, the space between you filled only with the quiet sound of your breathing and the soft hum of the night around you.

Shinsou adjusted his position slightly, making sure you were comfortable before leaning back against the couch himself.

His eyes closed for a moment, but his attention was still on you, the soft rise and fall of your chest beneath your head.

“You really are something, huh?” he whispered softly, almost to himself.

It wasn’t a complaint. There was no annoyance in his voice—only a quiet, almost fond amusement.

He seemed to smile slightly at the thought, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer, watching you sleep soundly, the gentle rhythm of your breathing matching his own.

It was a simple, peaceful moment. One that didn’t need words, just the gentle assurance of being there together.

And as the minutes passed, Shinsou finally let himself relax, the sounds of your peaceful sleep and his own slowing breath blending together as the night stretched on, the two of you quietly sharing a space in the stillness.

AUTHORS NOTE: I know this isn't exactly what you requested, but I wanted to do something similar in my own way!! If you like, I could do something more to your liking!! ᡣ𐭩

FANFIC RECOMMENDATION ☆

Adult Bakugo x Female Reader Fanfic

[wwrosy]

hitoshi shinso x f!reader

cw: masturbation

“hitoshi, your hands are so beautiful,” she says, reaching out to touch. her fingers glide innocently over his, as if they were petals, admiring the thin, pale fingers, the prominent knuckles, and the short, unassuming nails.

unaware how often these beautiful hands grip his hardness dick when he dreams of other beautiful hands.

and not just hands. he imagines her entirely: kissing her forehead, brushing his fingers through her hair, warming her eyelids with his breath, biting her thin lips until they bleed, clutching her pale neck to leave marks like red gemstones. he wants to press his hands on her shoulders, tracing his fingers along her collarbones. He wants (pulls harder) to place his palms over her chest (faster), circle the rosy edges, and (breathes heavily) pull her closer from behind, so that… (he’s finished).

hitoshi’s room is spotless but somber, unapologetically dark. there are no paintings on the walls or plants by the window. yet, once or twice a week, his room fills with the sounds of solitude — loud and unmistakable.

with mild irritation, shinsou opens a fresh pack of tissues with one hand and cleans himself up. not yet. he never reaches a true finish line. she doesn’t even begin to feel the pleasure. though he indulges in acts prompted by physiological need yet socially scorned, he’s not entirely selfish. yet such chivalry is hard to appreciate.

whenever she leans over, his gaze involuntarily, almost accidentally, drifts to the neckline of her shirt. he’s also perfected the art of looking down — as he usually does with his weary eyes — but now, just at her crossed knees. sometimes he catches a glimpse of things guys aren’t supposed to notice. and fantasy fills in the rest. and damn it, why is it that every time she accidentally brushes his shoulder, he pops a boner?

his beautiful, trembling hands once more wrap around his pulsing dick. just thinking of her sends heat through every limb. Slowly, he starts again — each time hoping to build a rhythm — but when his forefinger grazes the glans, his breath comes ragged, as if his lungs are ablaze.

his face, usually pale and angular, now flushes with a feverish red, gleaming with crystalline sweat. behind his parted, bitten lips come low, tortured sounds — fractured syllables, forming fragments of her name. but his voice is almost a whimper, brows knitted in torment. up and down. fingers deft yet estranged, pressing insistently; his long neck damp, his expression subdued. a single bead of sweat rolls down his hollowed stomach. his beautiful fingers move with urgency, practiced, infinitely sorrowful.

and what if she saw him like this?

his breath hitches. as if his throat were torn open, he snaps his gaze to the mirror. leaning against the bed frame on the floor, pants around his thighs, his thick lust gripped tightly in one hand, shirt rumpled, hair wild as though tossed by waves. red face, as though painted in blood.

panting, gasping. by this part of his fantasy, she would already be lowering herself between his thighs, but the pink, embossed vision crumbles.

the remnants of his solitary ritual slide down like candle wax.

“hitoshi, your hands are so beautiful,” she says and fades, leaving the somber hitoshi alone in his somber room.

he doesn’t think his hands are beautiful. the only beautiful thing, he believes, is his memory. because she’s always there.

[red-n-ded]

MHA NextGen Getting Chased

I made a thing!!

(I haven’t animated in forever but I don’t think i did half bad)

I might make an au of this if i have time

[burningablaze]

Shinsou x Kaminari - Sleepy Shinsou vs… KTT?

Summary: Shinsou always had been having trouble sleeping and can’t seem to find a way to get himself to sleep especially if his neck is full of hero work stuff. Now it’s up to Kaminari to figure out a solution

Lee: Shinsou

Ler: Kaminari

Words: 1,490

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Shinsou could barely get any sleep. No matter what he did – warm milk, sleeping pills, meditation, listening to calming music - nothing was working. He would rarely get more than a few nights of good sleep, but all the other times had been hell to try. Ever since Shinsou had switched to the hero course, he was feeling so frustrated and exhausted that he decided to seek out help from his boyfriend, Kaminari.

Kaminari knocked on Shinsou’s door and let himself into his room. “Hey, how’s my purple-haired boyfriend doing?” He smiled widely. Shinsou was sitting on his bed, looking through a textbook with absolute tiresome eyes. He looked up at Kaminari and sighed heavily.

“Kaminari, I’m not in the mood for whatever you have planned.” He said. Kaminari slammed his hand over his heart and gasped dramatically. “Whatever do you mean?!”

Shinsou rolled his eyes. “I meant if your planning on pranking me or try to play rough on me. I’m too tired for that right now.”

Kaminari stepped closer to the bed and ruffled Shinsou’s hair. He smiled softly. “That’s not why I’m here. I’m just here to see how you’re doing. You look like you’ve been studying for ages. Do you want some help?”

Shinsou smiled and shook his head. “No, I’m fine. I just need a break.” He closed his book and set it aside. Kaminari smiled and plopped down next to him on the bed.

“Well then, let’s have a break together. How about a movie night? I can make us some ramen real quick and have a mini-marathon.” Kaminari grinned, happy to have cheered up his boyfriend.

Shinsou smiled. “That’s very sweet, D, but I can’t,” He covered his mouth to let out a yawn, “But I have to study for the hero course.” Kaminari raised his eyebrow. “On an almost late Saturday night?” “Well, it’s not like I could sleep anyway; I… what did you say?”

Before letting Kaminari answer, Shinsou quickly got off his bed and checked his clock, then drew open the curtains. It was completely dark outside. “Uh, Shinsou?” Kaminari asked. “Crap, I’ve been studying for that long?” Shinsou asked himself.

He rubbed his eyes and let out a long sigh. “I should call it a night. I can finish studying tomorrow.” Kaminari watched Shinsou sit back on the bed, defeated. “It’s alright. You can take a break,” He said. “You’ve been working really hard, and you deserve some rest.” Shinsou smiled gratefully and nodded.

“Thanks, Kaminari. I’m gonna take a break. Maybe I’ll hit the showers.” He got up and stretched his arms, yawning. Kaminari smiled and nodded. Shinsou started packing his books away and placed them on his desk. “Good idea, you go enjoy those showers. I’ll be right here.”

Shinsou smiled and gave Kaminari a kiss before leaving. As he made his way to the showers, he couldn’t help but feel relieved. He needed the break, and he was thankful for Kaminari’s understanding.

He stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash away his tension and fatigue. He allowed himself to relax and just let his mind wander for a while. After a few minutes, he stepped out of the shower and dried off. He felt revitalized, with a renewed sense of energy. He made his way back to his dorm room, feeling more relaxed.

Kaminari smiled at him as he sat down on the bed. “Feeling better?” He asked, running his fingers through Shinsou’s wet hair. “Yeah, thanks,” Shinsou said. “I’m glad I took the break.”

Kaminari smiled. “So, what do you want to do? I know it’s kinda late, and you’re probably tired.”

“Yeah, about that.” Shinsou looked at him, hesitating for a moment. “I have trouble sleeping. I was just so piled with hero course work, and I feel like I don’t get much sleep.”

Kaminari gasped. “I got the perfect solution!” “You do?” Shinsou asked. “Uh, duh! Here, lie down on your stomach.” “Oookay,”

Kaminari straddled Shinsou’s back and started to knead his shoulders. He worked in slow, gentle circles, feeling the tension in Shinsou’s muscles dissipates. “See? This should help you relax and make it easier to sleep tonight,” He said.

Shinsou moaned in pleasure, feeling his body sink into the mattress. “That feels so good,” He said. “How did you know how to do this?”

Kaminari chuckled. “Mina taught me a few times and showed me a couple of things too.” He continued massaging Shinsou's shoulders, enjoying the feeling of his skin beneath his hands. He could feel Shinsou's body relaxing more and more with each passing minute.

“You have really good hands,” Shinsou murmured, his voice drowsy.

Kaminari laughed, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Thanks,” He said. “I'm glad I could help.” He moved his hands to Shinsou's lower back, applying more pressure and kneading in slow circles. “Is this okay?” He asked.

Shinsou nodded. “Yeah, it's really nice,” He said.

Kaminari smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. He continued to massage Shinsou, taking his time and making sure that he was really taking the time to relax and unwind. “Almost done, just one more thing I need to do,” Kaminari said as he started to glide his nails ever so slightly down Shinsou’s back.

Shinsou smiled, and his back formed goosebumps. He shifted his body a little. He arched his back as he chuckled in his throat. Kaminari smirked and kept scratching Shinsou’s back lightly. “Something wrong, Toshi?”

“N-Nothing,” Shinsou shuffled his body and trying so hard to contain his giggles, but the tickly scratches were getting to him.

Kaminari snickered and leaned in, his lips lightly brushing against Shinsou's ear as he whispered, “You know you can't hide it.”

Shinsou felt his face heat up, and he squirmed out of Kaminari’s grip, covering his face in embarrassment. “St-Stop it,” He stammered, unable to keep the laughter from bubbling up in his throat.

“I know there’s a sweet spot riiiight here,” Kaminari gently scratched between Shinsou’s shoulder blades. “Nohohohoho plehehehease! Not my shoulder blahahahades!” Shinsou tried grabbing Kaminari’s wrists, but he couldn’t reach around his back.

“So, you don’t like it when I do this?” Kaminari asked, tickling a little faster. “No, no, no!” Shinsou exclaimed as he squirmed. Kaminari laughed. “You have to admit, Shinsou, this has to be your favorite spot, even though it tickles a lot.”

“Nohohoho, it isn’t! Ahahahahahahaha!” Shinsou smothered his face in his pillow and laughed away. “But your giggles are so cute! The way you squeal and the way you get so flustered~.”

Shinsou couldn’t stop blushing. Kaminari continued tickling Shinsou, watching in amusement as he squirmed and tried to get away. “You’re so easy to tease, Shinsou! It's like you can't help but be ticklish.” Shinsou's face was still buried in his pillow, but Kaminari could hear his laughter and gasps.

“S-Stop it! I’m gonna- Ahahahahaha!” Shinsou hiccuped and laughed, his body shaking uncontrollably. “You're gonna what, huh? I didn’t catch that.” Kaminari teased. Shinsou tried to speak, but his words were muffled in the pillow. Kaminari just laughed and kept tickling him, knowing full well that Shinsou would never be able to get away.

“Nohohohoho! Dehehehenki!” Shinsou tried to roll away, but Kaminari held him firmly in place. “You know you can’t escape me~,” He said. “S-Stop! I give up! Ahahahahahahahahahaha!” Shinsou laughed out loud.

After a few more minutes, he finally stopped and lightly patted Shinsou's back. “All done,” he said. Shinsou breathed heavily with a smile on his face. “Feel better?” “No!” Shinsou said, rolling over to look at him.

“How is tickling me going to help?” Shinsou asked. Kaminari held out his hand with three fingers up. “Three, two, one,”

At the perfect time, Shinsou yawned. Kaminari smiled, “See? Tickling, or something I like to call it, KTT, is a great way to destress and relax. Shinsou smiled, his cheeks still flushed from the laughter. “Yeah, yeah, now get off of me.” He said and pushed Kaminari off his back. Kaminari chuckled.

“Wait, what’s KTT?” Shinsou asked. “Kaminari’s Tickle Tactic. It works on tired boyfriends.” Kaminari laughed afterward. Shinsou shook his head. “You're such a dork.” He said. Kaminari grinned. “But you love me.”

“Maybe a little,” Shinsou admitted, before he leaned forward and kissed Kaminari on the lips.

Kaminari smiled into the kiss, and when they finally pulled away, he said, “Now that’s the kind of reaction I was looking for!” “Shut up!”

Kaminari ran his fingers through Shinsou’s hair, getting him to relax a bit more. “Get some rest, okay?”

Shinsou nodded and closed his eyes, sinking into the mattress and drifting off to sleep. Kaminari watched him for a few moments before turning off the lights and heading back to his own bed. As he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the knowledge that he had been able to help Shinsou relax.

[rose-riot-johnson]

Gonna send you in a request since I'm depressed, and fucking lonely.

Shinsou with a they/them afab reader who has insomnia with him.

They cuddle and talk about cats pretty much all night until they actually fall asleep( the partner, and Shinsou does awhile after them after watching them sleep peacefully for once )

THANK YOUUU

Well Aevyn, I definitely will write this😃👍Since I basically wanted to write a fanfic that would involve atleast talking about cats and another insomnia fanfic would definitely be interesting to write about, request is granted😁👍And you're welcome🤗

😺💜Let's Cuddle And Talk About Cats Until, I'm Able To Sleep, Babe💜😺((Adult) Hitoshi Shinsou x afab (assigned female at birth) They/Them Reader)

Genres: Comfort and Cuddling

Both you and your pro hero, boyfriend Hitoshi Shinsou have been living together for atleast a couple years. Both you and Shinsou have known eachother's history of insomnia before the both of you started to live with eachother in the home you share with him. One night, Shinsou has came up with an idea to help, not only himself sleep, however to also help you sleep.

You ended up having more trouble with being able to sleep than usual, which Shinsou had a feeling you would. You said, "Hey, Shinsou... Since my insomnia is preventing me from being able to sleep, worser than usual, I would like to cuddle and chat with you, while I wait to sleep...". He then replied, "Ofcourse (afab they/them reader name)... I would be more than happy to... I haven't been able to sleep with my insomnia bothering me either... I honestly don't mind cuddling and chatting with you anyways, my sweetie...", as he started to cuddle with you.

While Shinsou cuddles with you he then asked, "Since we both have trouble sleeping and we're both cuddling, what would you like to talk about?". You answered, "Well, Shinsou... Since we both like cats, I would like to chat about cats until I fall asleep, Shinsou, babe...". The both of you then decided to chat about cats.

Both you and Shinsou had such an amazing talking about cats. You mentioned about your favorite breed of cats and he mentioned about his favorite cat breed, as well. The both of you also mentioned about how cute and cuddly cats are, as you both find them super adorable. It's a very good thing that cats are your favorite animal and Shinsou's favorite animal, as well. And the best part the both of you can talk a whole lot about cats.

As hours went by, Shinsou mentioned, "Well, (afab they/them reader)... I decided we're going to see about getting our very own pet cat, tomorrow... Since cats are out favorite animal and we enjoy talking about cats, I think having a cat living with us would definitely be an amazing idea...", as he smiled. You then replied, "Come thinking of it, having a cat in the house would definitely be a great idea. Cats are, so cute and having atleast one cat live with us would definitely make our lives more fun and relaxing, as well...".

You then started to yawn, as you then said, "Night, Shinsou... I love you...". He replied, "Night, (afab they/them reader)... I love you, too.", then kisses your forehead, as he watches you fall asleep. Shinsou smiled, as then thought to himself, as he then said to himself, "I'm definitely getting a cat for both (afab they/them reader) and I... Maybe it will make our lives more fun and relaxing like they said...", before he yawned and fell asleep, while still cuddling with you, into a peaceful slumber. Shinsou is glad he talked to you about cats, as it definitely helped the both of you, inorder for both you and Shinsou to have a good night's sleep...

💜😺The End😺💜

Okay my Tumblr Peeps, I hope you enjoyed this fanfic with Shinsou in it😃👍And @hitoshislover I really hope you enjoyed this Shinsou fanfic, as well😺👍I enjoyed writing this fanfic and I hope this fanfic will make your night🌃😺👍

[firesmokeandashes]

Happy birthday to everyone's sleep-deprived-purple-haired mind controller! 🥳

[nightowl1556]

Short Random R.A.T. Universe Headcanon #10

Catra despises Shinsou and is somewhat scared of him ever since Shinsou used his Mind Control quirk on her one time. Gives her bad memories.......

[piedpip3rrr]

Thee kiddos

[moodyvoid]

New Horikoshi sketch featuring Shinso and Monoma

[r4spb3rr13s]

things they do that make your heart skip a beat

♱ bakugou, kirishima, midoriya, todoroki, kaminari, shinsou

fluffy and suggestive 😔

disclaimer this could all js be niche stuff i find attractive…

bakugou

♱ wears black compression shirts and tank tops that cling to his biceps, shows uncharacteristic patience helping you with schoolwork, blushes when he catches you looking at him, grabs your hips when he walks past you, cooks shirtless with a ‘kiss the cook’ apron on, chronic manspreader, reverses the car with his hand on your seat and looking over his shoulder yk exactly what im talking about

kirishima

♱ makes you sit on his back when he does press ups - will then proceed to do one handed press ups while grinning at you in the gym mirror, poses after a work out for you, wipes stuff off your face and (if edible duh) licks it off his thumb, has the worlds deepest morning voice, hugs you from behind CONSTANTLY - if he could glue himself to your backside you better believe he would

midoriya

♱ IS RESPECTFUL TO HIS MOTHER 😫😫, will hurl himself out the car to come open your door for you, gives you the most insightful opinions of clothes, makeup, whatever, rubs his thumb over your hand when he holds your hand, holds the door open for you without a second thought, the sidewalk rule <3, saves every. single. photo. you send him

todoroki

♱ pays for everything before you can protest, sends you flowers with little notes attached randomly, brushes/styles your hair for you, will sit for hours in changing rooms w you and make you do 360s for every outfit, takes candids of you and refuses to delete any of them, constantly leans down so you can speak in his ear and you get a big whiff of his fancy cologne, speaks diff languages 🥹

kaminari

♱ leans his hands on the tops of doorways when he’s talking to you, pulls you in by your belt loops to talk to you, leans over in the middle of serious conversations to whisper a stupid joke in your ear that you have to struggle not to cackle at, wears rings and lets you play with them, calls you “m’lady” and “ma’am” when you’re annoyed at him, whenever he zips you up in a dress or buttons you up he’ll kiss the back of your neck and your shoulders, is really good with his little baby and toddler cousins 🩷🩷🩷

shinsou

♱ “yeah?” “mhmm?” WHEEWWW SIR, plays guitar for you and sends u vids of him playing songs u request, stretches and his shirts always lift up to show off his happy trail 🙂‍↕️, drags you down to sit in his lap for EVERY activity he does - paperwork, video games, whatever, has constant bedroom eyes???, tugs on your hair to get your attention, had to lean back and adjust himself everytime he sits down bc he wears the baggiest pants in existence

do i need to start a taglist?

[baguantte]

silly comic about Shinsous love life

[rueclfer]

homebodies get cheated on // smau

when it's time to go out but he can't miss his shot

a/n: this is my song of the night + dumbass squad <3

sero hanta, denki kaminari, shinsou hitoshi

[rumisgf]

❝ THINGS THEY DO THAT GIVE YOU BUTTERFLIES ! ❞ ╰┈➤ MHA EDITION (PART 2!)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: y’all wanted a part two i shall give a part two

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ includes: katsuki bakugou, hitoshi shinsou, shoto todoroki, denki kaminari, iida tenya, kirishima eijirou

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: black!reader obv, cursing, mentions of drug usage/marijuana, suggestive if u squint, fem reader implied, mentioning of babies/children

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

✮ wipes your tears sort of aggressively but only because he’s so urgent to comfort you and take care of you

✮ always hugs you by your lower waist

✮ when you go to the gym together, he’s the type to always say “c’mon, you can do one more.” or “do three more”

✮ ruffles your hair/flicks your forehead in a teasing way

✮ “act right.”/“watch out.”

✮ doesn’t remind you to drink water— he simply justs brings water bottles up to your mouth and tells you to “open up”

✮ if you have any, he cares for your pets like they’re his own

✮ just something about the sight of him holding a baby

✮ bites you just because he can

✮ pulls you into his lap whenever he’s tired of your attitude

✮ gets super close to your face like he’s gonna kiss you but pulls away just to mess with you

✮ “that’s my girl” in the most proud voice ever every single time

TODOROKI SHOTO

✮ any time he does get high he’s all over you and staring at you with half lidded eyes

✮ it’s just something about the way he curses man.

✮ loves falling asleep on the phone with you and takes facetime photos of you sleeping because he thinks you look like an angel

✮ runs his thumb over your hand whenever you hold hands

✮ loves giving earlobe kisses

✮ will casually be like “when we have kids,”

✮ sends voice memos ranging from something funny that happened in class to how much he misses you and needs to see you

✮ kisses your lip gloss off every chance he gets right after complimenting how nice your lip combo looks

✮ sends you pictures of yourself and says “you look so pretty in this”

✮ him whispering in your ear.

✮ has your contact as the only one pinned in his messages

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

✮ pats away your tears with his finger instead of wiping them (those who watch love island usa and are kordell + serena fans know what i’m talking about)

✮ places his hand on the small of your waist to guide your somewhere or move you out the way

✮ constant forehead kisses

✮ lifts you up and spins you around when he’s excited to hug you

✮ guides you into the right form when you workout together

✮ runs his hands down your waist and hips when he’s checking you out while you’re right in front of him

✮ him around kids. that’s all.

✮ gives you flowers pretty much every week— and one time he gave you a money bouquet for your birthday

✮ flexes for you when he feels you staring at him and pretends he’s not doing it on purpose

✮ throws his arm around you and presses you flush against his chest when you go to sit on the couch next to him

✮ refers to you as his “wife” to his friends

KAMINARI DENKI

✮ you could have been rotting in bed all day and when he facetimes you he always greets you with something along the lines of “hello my beautiful princess” with a lovesick tone of voice

✮ calls you “mama” and “ma”

✮ obsessed with skinship because he aches to be able to “crawl inside your skin” and just needs to be close to you

✮ blows kisses at you from across the room

✮ for comfort, he runs his fingers through your hair and rocks you back and forth while hugging you

✮ his morning voice :)))

✮ lets you bite him and encourages it

✮ gets very touchy when you’re on his lap

✮ the king of “i know you’re probably asleep, but” texts

✮ goes on rants about how gentle and how well he would care for you when you’re one day pregnant with his children

✮ always calling you his “pretty baby”/“pretty girl”

✮ always posts pretty candid pictures of you and makes heartfelt story posts for every birthday, anniversary, and valentine’s day

HITOSHI SHINSOU

✮ has read for you + sung you to sleep on multiple occasions

✮ grabs you by your chin to force eye contact

✮ “say please”

✮ checks you every time you have an attitude with a smirk on his face

✮ has a habit of biting his lip

✮ says “there you go, babe” way too much.

✮ glares at anyone who flirts with you while tightly wrapping an arm around your waist

✮ has made multiple shared playlists for the both of you

✮ says he’s “gatekeeping” you because you’re just too pretty and he has to keep you to himself

✮ plays with your fingers when he’s bored or nervous

✮ buries his face into your neck to bask in your scent when he hugs you

✮ randomly stares at your for a full five minutes when you’re talking, barely listening to a word you’re saying, then lovingly sighs “i love you so much…”

IIDA TENYA

✮ always opens every door for you

✮ holds your hands while walking across the street or through the hallways

✮ very protective over you and will respectfully cuss anybody out who disrespects you

✮ pretty much has replaced your name is his vocabulary with “honey” and “sweetheart”

✮ never calls you hot— he always calls you beautiful, pretty, gorgeous, or stunning

✮ grabs you by your sleeve or your belt loop to take you somewhere if you don’t hear him call your name the third time

✮ the thought of ever calling you his “bitch” disgusts him, he calls you his lady or his love instead

✮ will immediately grab the nearest box of tissues to wipe your tears or your nose whenever you’re crying

✮ kisses your cheek to greet you and say goodbye

✮ has deep conversations about your future together when you get to that point in the relationship, and is open about how much his heart swells at imagining you as a mother

✮ kisses your forehead when he notices you asleep on his chest

© rumisgf

[zira-draws]

haha they have gay dads lol

[eleiwitch]

MHA 10th anniversary color illustration (HQ)

[literarydumpinggrounds]

Minors DNI 🔞 Sometimes my brain just… creates nefarious thoughts. Pick your poison.

You’d worn that fucking outfit again. The one that hugged your body in all the right places, flashing glimpses of your plush legs.. of that anklet adorning your skin as it twinkled under the lights. The little charm swaying with your movements— his initial —what he’d claimed was an unmistakable statement to everyone there that you belonged to him. His precious girl.

You knew exactly what you were doing to him.

Fluttering around this party with your friends, laughing on the dance floor like nobody was watching. Like you couldn’t feel his gaze burning into you.. only always you.

To the untrained eye you looked so innocent.

He can’t help the amused twitch at the edges of his lips at the thought. They’d never guess that you were so eager to be a good little slut for him. Never guess that he’d pressed his lips to that little charm while folding you in half before you’d left the house that evening; knees pressing into your chest, ankles framing his face as he pounded those lewd sounds out of you. That you’d had his cum leaking down your thighs the minute you’d stepped foot in the building.

He loved sharing a little secret with you, knowing that you saved that side of yourself just for him.

His good little girl.