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ilylovelyz · 1 year ago

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⍣ ೋ Cupid's Chokehold.

˚ · . mirio x afab!reader

: ̗̀�� love at first sight to unrequited love to mutual pining, mentions of character death, a lil angst, reader is a cunty brat, smut, this is more fluff and angst than smut, choking, overstimulation, riding, unprotected sex, cervix, fucking, creampie, multiple orgasms, belly bulge, implied breeding, implied size kink, reader is sir nighteye's daughter, this is all over the place

you walk in, and my heart beats different.

admiring you from afar, mirio had only thought the only way he could really be with you was caring of you in place of your father, sir nighteye.

the moment he had met you, he already knew you would be an important figure within his lifetime. he was practically in awe when sir nighteye had introduced you to him as his only daughter. whilst you were less than cold and almost unreciprocated his warm introductions and questions about you, he was persistent, shaking your hand with a stern yet gentle grip.

personality wise, you had taken after your father, for you had inherited your father's stoicism, almost wary of all. yet, you were rebellious, almost bratty. your father ended up admitting he had spoiled you a little too much, resulting from you being his only precious child.

it came to mirio quickly that you were a stark contrast compared to his more bright and optimistic outlook. nevertheless, later the night of the first time he had met you, he could not help but let out an awkward chuckle at the fact that he just might've fallen in love with you at first sight. he doesn't know whether it was your witty attitude, or if it was your soft and easy-on-the-eyes features, or maybe even just because you were his teacher's daughter.

all he knew, was that from the moment he met you, he had a hard and almost unquenchable longing for you.

whilst the the situation was more than unplanned and undesired, he couldn't decline when your dying father had asked him to take care of you in place of his soon to-be permanent absence. the moment those words please take care of my daughter had left his weak teacher's trembling mouth, he had to agree. he agreed and swore with his entire life, that he would take care of you until the end of time.

he understood when you had at first pushed him away, not taking it to heart when you condemned him to hell. you had just lost your father, you just wanted to be alone. you didn't want what you thought was mirio's pity or sad condolences. you just wanted your father back.

however, he did not see it as appropriate for you to be alone during such a dark time. while feeling almost empty at the loss of his own teacher, he knew what you were feeling was much more than the loss of a teacher. it was a horrible time, but he didn't recommend trying to stride it out by yourself. from what information sir nighteye had told him about you, your father was your only family.

so, he tried again. and again. and again. he tried many times to win over you over, either with promises of getting you a bite to eat or just simple questions about you, he didn't allow himself to feel defeat when you almost always cussed him out each attempt.

the day you had finally let your walls down was a little unexpected. he remembered walking throughout the U.A dorms at night, simply because he wanted to take a late night stroll to relieve some stress. he was surprised to see you on the couch of the shared public living room.

while you did not notice him, he thought you had fallen asleep on the couch as you were limp against the soft cushions, face hidden and leaned against the crevice of your elbow. he was about five feet away from you when he realized you were actually awake. awake, and crying, soft whimpers and sobs escaping despite being muffled by your elbow.

with a soft call of your name, you had shot your head up, face morphing into an expression of distaste when you had, once again, set your eyes upon a helpless mirio. before you could cuss him out once more, he had shushed you, taking place on the couch next to you.

you were about to storm off before mirio finally confessed his intentions. your father had asked me to take care of you. regardless, i'm here for you, and if you want to cuss at me or whatever, then go ahead, i'll be right here the entire time for you, and i'll be here the next time as well.

silence followed afterwards, the next few minutes you didn't even seemingly breathe. mirio so much as let out a relieved sigh when you started to cry even harder, body flopping sideways like a cat into his lap. while you mumbled out obscenities at him, hands coming up to lay weak punches against his thigh, you giving into his support was no doubt one of the best relieving things in the world.

following that, you seemed to have finally accepted his place within your life. at first, you were still begrudgingly giving him a forced smile, engaging in short conversations with him before you just ignored him after a few words. after a while, you began to give genuine smiles at him, eyes crinkling up into pretty crescents when he was able to make you laugh. he didn't know how addicting your sweet laugh was.

he had confessed his feelings for you the morning of a particularly dangerous battle you were assigned to. he was almost crying, feeling almost helpless and scared, unable to help because his stupid quirk was taken away. he babbled out little "i love you"s, and recounts of how he's supposed to be taking care of you. although he knew that your duty as a hero was important to you, he still wanted to declare his love for you before anything could happen, hoping maybe you'd stay behind for him.

but you didn't. it felt as if you confessing your love back was saying goodbye. why would you say goodbye if you planned on returning back to him?

the two days following your departure, he watched the news intently, almost no sign of sleep within him. he pestered his teachers for updates on the situation, clawing at his hair whenever a devastating explosion followed the battle-site. he could only pray when he saw little saw the familiar dark green illumination of your quirk, praying you'd return safe and healthy.

he remembers the high dopamine hit you gave him when he first saw you after your return. your hero costume was tattered, hair and body distressed with little debris and minor wounds, you looked as if you were ran over by a semi-truck. yet, he still considered you the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, running up to you and embracing you with a strong hug.

he was on cloud nine when you kissed him.

the next few months were absolute bliss. he never knew how happy someone could make him by just laughing. he spent his time playing around with you, annoying you for fun, holding your hand, or just simply lazying around in your dorm room.

he felt so lucky to be able to score someone as amazing and beautiful as you. you were so charming and witty, yet still a spoiled brat. he didn't mind giving into your little whines of "i want this," or "can we/or you get [ ]..," absolutely enjoying the satisfaction of you opening his gifts with haste and excitement, even if it came at the expense of an empty bank account.

not even batting an eye at your more tedious "flaws", not taking it to heart when you would, almost like a child, cry out or get angry when something didn't go your way. a chagrin on his face when he once again, despite being very sleepy himself, had to carry you up two floors to your dorm room after you had fallen asleep in the most random place ever.

rest assured, he'd do anything to keep you happy. even if he had to do the weirdest of things to do so.

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the obnoxious creaks of the bed springs echoed throughout the walls of your dorm room, accompanied by the soft pants, pleasurable moans and the lewd fapping of skin-on skin as you rode mirio for the nth time that night.

you whined out as you rode out your nth orgasm of the night, hips unfaltering with skill. you showed no signs of stopping, tight pussy walls clenching around mirio's thick cock. you were so blissed out in pleasure, focusing on relieving the angry stress that had you so mad earlier that you ended up just flopping onto the floor like a cat with defeat.

you were using mirio as if he was a high quality dildo, certainly too focused on yourself to care about the way his hands gripped at your hips with overstimulated pleasure and pain. "hah.. you feel so good.." you mewl out, hand coming down to rub at your clit.

a rough calloused hand travels up your warm belly, mirio lets out a choked breath as his hand continues upwards towards your perky breast, groping it as if it were dough within his hands. his cock twitches at the sight of you riding him like theres no tomorrow. he'd never thought a guy so simple looking would be chosen by a girl of the likes of you.

you're everything but normal, rather he considers you exotic in a way that has him fucking his hand at night. maybe it's the way your plump lips pout as you whine his name, leftover gloss giving an irresistible look to them. it could be the way your long pink acrylic nails scratch new cuts onto his forearm. his other hand moves up from your thigh to caress and worship your body, fingers making sure to not touch the pink glittery jewel of your pierced navel.

maybe that's what has him so addicted to you, so interested in your everyday moves, because you're so different to him it's fascinating.

you're practically fucking him like a bunny in heat, riding him so hard he can audibly hear the lewd impacts of his cock's tip hit your cervix. he's wondered how nobody has woken up to the sounds of your creamy cunt gushing or your loud moans. with the way the headboard slams into the wall, he's sure someone is bound to wake up eventually.

crap, that has his hands traveling back down to your ass, kneading the flesh with his hands while pulling your baby pink thong to the side so that way his cock can enter your cunt without your panties getting in the way. "you're riding me s-so good baby.. fuck. you want me to cum in this pussy again? fill you up nicely?" he gasps out, cursing out when you clench tightly around him again.

he's already came so many times tonight, his thighs are twitching and sore with overstimulation. but he can't bring himself to push you off and decline you. how could he say no to his precious girl? he promised to take care of you in any way after all.

ignoring the almost painful jolt that washes throughout his body, he brings himself to yet another orgasm. his thick seed fulls you up so deliciously for the nth time tonight. you feel so full, the soft of your belly bulging with his cum. your eyes flutter shut, lowly moaning, pussy milking him as another orgasm washes over you just with that.

but it's still not enough. not enough for a greedy girl like you. mirio gives a weak smile when you lean down to connect your lips with his, lazily intertwining your tongue with his. softly moaning into the kiss, his hands stay on your ass, softly massaging the flesh. your lips fit perfectly against his, like two puzzle pieces meant to be together.

your eyebrows furrow as you angle your head at an ungodly angle, almost digging your tongue down his throat. you silently groan at the lewd sounds of fucking face, thick saliva dripping down from mirio's chin.

you only pull away once the itch in your core once again tickles you uncomfortably. you look down at mirio with those puppy eyes of yours, though the heart eyes and darkness of them shows your true intent. "togata.." you mewl out, pedicured hand coming down to caress soothing touches against his hard sore abs as to win him over. "i want more.."

though, you already know his answer, only giving a sly smile when he tries his best to smile through the overstimulation, lightly tapping your thigh to urge you on. he can only try to focus on the pleasure and ignore the pain as you slowly begin to ride him once more.

how could he say no to you? he promised to take care of you after all.

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tsumuus · 5 months ago

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The halls of U.A. were bustling with students, all eager to finish the day and head home. You walked at a brisk pace, mentally reviewing the notes from your last class, when a familiar voice called out to you from behind.

"Hey! Wait up!"

You barely had time to turn around before a pair of strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a warm, tight hug. It was Mirio Togata, of course. Who else would it be? His hugs were always so sudden, yet they never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

“Mirio!” You managed to gasp, trying to calm your racing heart. His broad chest pressed against you, his hands resting comfortably on your back as he held you close. The warmth of his body seeped through your clothes, sending a wave of heat rushing to your cheeks.

"Sorry," he laughed, finally releasing you, his hand lingering on your shoulder. "I saw you walking so fast and had to catch up."

You offered him a shaky smile, hoping he didn’t notice how flustered you were. "No worries, I was just trying to get to the dorms."

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his usual cheerful grin lighting up his face. Without waiting for an answer, he slung his arm around your shoulders, steering you in the direction of the dorms.

You nodded, trying to focus on anything but the weight of his arm draped so casually around you. It wasn’t the first time he’d done something like this- hugs, pats on the back, holding your hand when you were crossing the street. These gestures were all second nature to Mirio, so casual and friendly that he probably didn’t even realize how they affected you. But each touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body, leaving you flustered and struggling to keep your composure.

As you walked, he chatted about his day, recounting some hilarious incident with Tamaki during training. His voice was bright and full of life, and you couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. But your thoughts kept drifting back to the warmth of his arm, the way his fingers absentmindedly played with a strand of your hair as he spoke.

It was driving you insane- in a good way, of course. Every touch, every brush of his fingers, made your heart flutter. And the worst part? He seemed completely oblivious to the effect he had on you. Mirio was just being himself, warm and affectionate as always, never noticing how your pulse quickened or how your face heated up every time he got too close.

You reached the dorms sooner than you expected, and Mirio finally let go of your shoulders, much to your simultaneous relief and disappointment. You paused by the entrance, trying to steady your breath.

"Thanks for walking with me," you said, hoping your voice didn’t betray how flustered you felt.

"Anytime!" He gave you one of his signature grins, then ruffled your hair affectionately. "See you at dinner?"

"Yeah, see you then," you stammered, trying to ignore the way your heart was hammering in your chest.

As Mirio turned to leave, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Your head was spinning, a mixture of giddiness and frustration bubbling inside you. How could he be so touchy, so close, and not see what it did to you?

But then again, this was Mirio. He was always warm, always kind. It was just who he was. And you couldn’t deny that, despite the way it drove you crazy, you didn’t really want him to stop.

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a/n why is he literally my husband guys, like we’re actually married no joke

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haruka-norikoyo · 7 months ago

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Monoma x reader who is Mirio’s younger sibling

Okay, ya’ll know how Mirio out-of-pocketly told Eri that Monoma is the bad part of UA? Like bro was being insane but damn— Eri was scared of him for a while cause of that 😭

So like, what if he kept that energy up cause reader, his younger sibling, is dating Monoma? He would be hilarious as a passive aggressively protective older brother. Poor Neito, LMFAO

Part 1/?

Other parts:

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It’s bedtime for the students of class 1-B. Most of the students in the dorm are sound asleep, or at least, in their rooms getting ready for bed. But for Monoma, this hour is his only opportunity to sneak into the common room window now that everyone lives in dorms to meet with his significant other. Why the secrecy? Well, you so happened to have been put into 1-A after you both graduated middle school.

“I might not be able to bring you back until the dorms, but I could at least walk you halfway, you know?” Monoma says was he rests his arm out the window, his fingers threading against your up-stretched hand. “I wouldn’t want you walking on your own.” “Well, you could always be the one to visit me,” you tease, knowing he would never be caught dead within the premises of your class’ dorm. He scoffs, squeezing your hand as he looks away. “I would if your stupid classmates didn’t have godforsaken sleep schedules…”

Unlike his classmates at 1-B, Ashido, Kaminari, Kirishima, Hagakure and Sero wake up in the most random hours, or stay in the common room and play uno until the devil’s hour. Tokoyami is basically nocturnal. Aoyama sometimes goes out of his room for a midnight cheese. Koda has a pet rabbit, so he sometimes wakes up to get food in the kitchen for it. Bakugo sleeps at 8:00pm on the dot, but he, Iida, Midoriya, and YaoMomo are early risers, which too, throws a wrench in your star crossed lovers charade. Technically there is a curfew, but Aizawa himself cherishes his few of hours of sleep, so he doesn’t bother badgering them to go to sleep. If they end up coming to class sleepy, well…

Your only solace is the 1-B dorm, where everyone goes to bed at a reasonable time, with the nigh nocturnal students like Kuroiro at least staying at their rooms. “I guess that’s true…” you smile wryly. “But you know, we could always make our relationship… known..?” You look up at him a little hopefully. The two of you got together near the end of middle school, so you never got the chance to announce it to anyone, especially here at UA with the class rivalry going on. Monoma rests his chin on his hand. “…you know I’d look like the biggest idiot if after all I’ve said, I turned out to be dating someone from 1-A.”

“Yeah, but you’re my idiot,” you smile sweetly, standing on your tiptoes to lean in and peck his cheek. “Mwah.”

“Gee thanks,” He rolls his eyes, pink dusting his cheeks. He pauses a second, moving your hand up to plant a delicate kiss on your knuckles. “…I’ll think about it.”

You smile. “Thank you, Neito.” As you withdrew your hand, his fingers follow yours for another second of your fleeting touch. You squeeze his hand one more time, and let go, using it to wave. “See you again tomorrow.”

Monoma sighs, and smiles. “See you again.” He waves. You retreat back to your dorm, and his hand which was holding yours remained reaching longingly. Maybe the humiliation he imagines would be worthwhile if he gets to spend another moment with you. But, he’ll think about that another time.

He yawns, heading back to his room. The lights are all off, but he manages with the flashlight on his phone. The dorm hallway is nothing eerie. At least, as long as he doesn’t notice the pair of eyes watching him. Monoma reaches his room. He’d already brushed his teeth and changed to his sleepwear previous to meeting with you, so all that’s left to do is go to bed. He reaches for the covers.

“Hello.”

“Wh— eahhh!!!” Monoma screams, tripping on his own feet as he drew back from the face within his pillows. Wait a second, where is the body?!

He calms down, taking deep breaths as he stared at the face peeking out. The face stares back. He stays staring.

“What’re your intentions with my younger sibling?”

“Huh?” Monoma blinks. Bitch who the fuck? He doesn’t know anyone in particular who’s a younger sibling that he might’ve wronged. He doesn’t think a villain would get into UA— is this just 1-A messing with him? “Who even are you?”

“My name is Togata Mirio, nice to finally meet you,” he responds, still with only his face peeking out of the pillows. “Togata..? You don’t happen to be… (y/n)’s… older brother..?”

“Ah jeez, you’re already in first name basis?”

Monoma stares at the face poking out of his pillows. (Y/n) did mention having an older brother who’s in the hero course… but they look nothing alike!

“I bet you’re thinking that we don’t look anything alike, huh?”

Can he read my mind?! Monoma shakes his head. This is his first time meeting his partner’s family, he’s gotta pull himself together. Standing up, he dusts himself off. “I assume that you’re here to see if I’m worthy of (y/n).”

Mirio stays silent, his unreadable smile remaining on his face

Monoma takes a deep breath. “I intend to cherish (y/n), and treat them with all the respect they deserve. I’ll continue striving to be a hero by their side so that I may be the one to protect them when they’re too focused of protecting others. I intend to spend the rest of my life with (y/n).” He sweats. Mirio’s expression did not change at all in the time he’d said all that. “I see. Those are very big claims,” Mirio says. “I don’t doubt (y/n)’s judgement. They’re a capable kid. However…”

Monoma gulps.

“To be frank, I do not like you, or anyone with the chance of breaking my little sibling’s heart for that matter. If you ever hurt (y/n), I’ll pummel you till your mama don’t know ya.”

Huh? “Hold on a second, that phrase…” He smiles wryly, his formalities going out the window at this revalation. It’s the phrase he’d been teaching the abroad student, Tsunotori, while Kendo wasn’t looking.

“Yep, that’s right Monoma Neito. I’m in your walls. Haha, literally.”

With one eye twitching as he smiles, he asks, “That’s a breech of privacy, is it not, Onii-san? Why would you tell me this as an aspiring hero?”

“Because no one,” he could see the evil intent in those round blue eyes. “will ever believe you.”

“You evil bastard—”

“Monoma!” yells Awase, who’s in the room beside his. “The walls are thin! Stop talking to yourself! It’s 12:00 am, go to bed!”

He turns. “I’m not talking to myself I— wait…” Monoma turns back to his pillows, and the face is gone. He snaps his head around his room. “Holy crap he’s in my walls…”

“Are you going insane?” Monoma shakes his head after looking around one more time. He shuts off the lights and tucks himself under his bedsheets. He stares at the ceiling, half expectingly to see Mirio’s face appear to stare down at him, but it seems like he’s left. Or did he?

He may never know.

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mtchee · 7 months ago

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Silence is Silver, Your Voice is Gold - [Mirio Togata] SOULMATE SERIES | GN

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Subtle in your ways, always an observer from the outside rather than in, you're positively shocked when you find your soulmate to be none other than one of U.A's Big Three--Mirio Togata. As a late transfer, you feel uninclined to intrude on the connections your classmates have already forged, and feel even more so guilty to tie Mirio to you. Who are you to come in and claim one of U.A's best as yours? Though despite it all--through your silence, and avoidance--he seems to have had his eyes on you all along.

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, fluff, insecurity, very minor angst, comfort, [name] is forcibly adopted by nejire, tamaki is my spirit animal, mirio is the sweetest strongest boi, extroverts are scary

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You know a lot about Mirio Togata.

Not in a creepy way, he's a very open person.

Everyone knows him, except probably only some of the first years since they're new. But most people do.

He's pretty loud, and a bit boisterous when he gets carried away, but he's friendly. People say hi to him all the time even if they're nowhere near him in his classes. Especially being part of the Big Three, some people go out of their way to find him.

He doesn't seem to mind though, and if he is busy he'll kindly wave them off after a few words.

It doesn't hurt that he's a looker too. It's easy to see why he's popular.

You didn't know a lot about him at first though, particularly since being a transfer in the last quarter of your second year.

And you didn't learn more about him until the start of your third year, when you were put in the same class as him in 3-B.

While you sat in the middle of the class quietly, Mirio would actively engage in all class activities. He often spoke up during lessons, unafraid of getting an answer wrong in front of everyone--not that anyone would care.

He actively sought to better himself at all times.

You learned he was actually very self-disciplined too, keeping to a strict but balanced diet with a healthy workout and training schedule.

Though you noticed he did give in to a nice sugary treat every once and a while.

He loves his sodas.

And his carbs. He eats all of the melon bread in the common rooms.

You were often in vicinity when he had his zoomies--that's what you call them at least. Usually it's during class training and he gets competitive; a wide, unwavering smile and unblinking cobalt blue eyes pierce your very being before he pummels his opponent.

He never holds back. But he's also unaware of his own strength.

He's kind of scary then.

You were a first hand witness to his kindess.

You'd never really talked to him before since the end of year exams when you first arrived were hectic for everyone, and it just got busy for third years really quickly.

It was then that he approached you though, after class when the lunch bell had rung out, he called your last name as though you two were familiar. You had turned to look at him, and his approach would have been intimidating if not for his beaming smile and everything you'd observed of him beforehand.

"[last name]! Hey," Togata had walked up to your desk with a friendly wave, "you looked super cool in training today! Wanna catch up over lunch?"

That's when you learned that he was your soulmate too.

"[name]-san!" Another classmate of yours had barrelled into your side, "we have a meeting with Toko-chan and Midnight by the courtyard!"

'Ah, right,' You thought to yourself distractedly, mindful of the tingling sensation up the vertical of your left side.

"Sorry, Togata-san," Your classmate gave the tall blond a guilty look.

The other waved it off happily, "Nah, don't worry about it!" Then he'd turned back to you before you were pulled away.

"Next time, yeah?"

Only there wasn't a next time.

Well, actually, there kind of was. But not really.

Immediately after your encounter you had later gone to the general department to request a change in your costume design.

On the way there you had encountered another one of the Big Three, Nejire Hado. You bowed politely in passing and then startled when she'd let out a dramatic gasp, cooing and complimenting you on your moves in training.

Hm, it seems you really must have looked cool that day.

Because after that she kept bumping into you in corridors, sometimes by herself and sometimes accompanied by the last member of the Big Three, Tamaki Amajiki, while they were waiting for Mirio.

Again, you'd always bow politely and side step them, only to be bombarded by Hado-san's needless praise and untamed bouncy energy.

She kind of scared you at first too.

But she's really nice.

Eventually, she'd managed to rope you into some mundane pleasantries, the "how are yous" and such. Then it was some passing conversations like, "how was your class?" or "what are you getting for lunch today?" Before finally sinking her fangs into you and dragging you along for her giggly, day to day antics.

You were weary each time, knowing how close she is with Togata-san.

Plus, sitting with the Big Three sounds daunting...

Not that she really gave you a choice--one day plucking you fresh from the lunch line and sitting you beside her while Amajiki-san and Togata-san sat opposite.

"Hey guys!" Nejire-san beamed, "this is my new friend I've been talking about!"

She wrapped an arm around you and gave you a tight squeeze.

"Oh, [last name]! Hey, yeah! We have the same class," Mirio beamed, recognising you instantaneously. You'd nodded slowly, giving him a gentle wave and polite smile.

"They're shy~" Nejire-san giggled excitedly, squishing you to her side like a teddy bear.

You'd noticed Amajiki-san with his head down silently, quivering in his seat. He had looked up at you briefly, glancing at the other two and squeaking out a hi before he resumed his anxious shaking.

You'd felt you could relate to him spiritually.

Since then, Nejire-san would kidnap you from the lunch line at least twice a week to sit with her and the other two.

Your weekly lunchtime hangouts led to the trio becoming more of a quartet with you involved. Togata-san had started walking with you to and from classes, occasionally accompanied by Nejire-san and Amajiki-san when your classes collaborated.

Unfortunately for them, you still didn't really talk much. The only one who heard you really talk was Nejire-san, and even then you only spoke very briefly.

She'd declared herself your best friend though, since having been privileged to hear your voice the most. Togata-san had pouted at that since he was the one who shared classes with you.

From then on, your silence no longer went by unnoticed.

Togata-san made much more of an effort to spend time with you alone, trying to get to know you more.

You'd panicked originally, skirting around him before eventually he became unavoidable. And you felt bad running away from him all the time.

So you started rooting yourself in place when he approached, walking beside him rather than in front of or behind him. You were still silent, but he grew to realise that's how you were over time.

It didn't deter him--he loved chatting at you, and would still engage in wild conversation with simple questions you could answer with either a shake or nod of your head.

He was incredibly considerate.

Besides, your lively expressions and wild hand motions were more than enough to convey what you were thinking.

He thought you were cute.

You thought Amajiki-san was right. Mirio really was the embodiment of the sun.

Vibrant, warm, uplifting, and in your face.

You weren't even a star, but more of a satellite. Blinking in and out of sight, it was hard to pinpoint, but everyone knew it was there.

They just didn't care.

What would you even make of a satellite, daring to dance around the sun?

"That reminds me," Nejire-san turns to you one day in a shared class, "where are your soul words, [name]?" Luckily it had been a study period, but it was more of a do-anything-except-study session.

You point at your left side casually.

"Ooh! Can I see?"

You flinch away violently.

"Mmf, n-not a good idea, Nejire..." Amajiki-san glances over at her, flustered at the prospect of you having to strip your top.

"Oh, right," She smiles sheepishly, "sorry."

"Have you met them yet?"

Togata-san's words cause you to freeze. You swallow cautiously, and you can feel your soul words itch. Slowly, your eyes trail from your blank exercise book up to your blond classmate seated in front of you.

You silently debate whether or not to answer, but ultimately conclude that it couldn't hurt.

You nod.

Togata takes in a deep, awed breath, eyes wide.

"Really?!" Nejire squeals beside you, and even Amajiki-san perks up, "you have!? Who is it?! Do they go to our school?! Do we know them!?"

You're quickly overwhelmed by her presence and bombardment of questions as she leans towards you excitedly. You struggle not to fall off your chair while she invades your space.

Eventually you just push her back with a hard tug on the collar of her blazer. You're eyes don't dare look at Togata-san and you distract yourself with fiddling through your stationary.

It wouldn't hurt to indulge them a bit, even if what you know will only ever be kept a fantasy.

With a plain ballpoint pen, you unhurriedly scribble a few words onto the no longer blank pages of your binder, ignoring the girl vibrating impatiently.

Once you're done, you push it towards the middle of the conjoined desks.

He's really nice.

"That's it!?" Nejire shrieks, "[name]...!"

You snicker at her.

"Aw, come on!" Togata-san chuckles light heartedly, "surely there's more than that, right?"

He looks at you expectantly, eyes glittering with interest at the idea of a soulmate. You feel a bitter sting in the depth of your chest, but you plaster on a ginger smile, pulling the book back towards you to write some more.

I like him a lot.

Amajiki-san lets out a small huff of laughter when Nejire lets out another undignified shriek at your lack of information.

"Hey, [last name]," You notice Togata-san's voice is a lot softer this time around--hesitant. You look at him invitingly when he still doesn't say anything.

He's looking at you with a slight furrow in his brows, thoughtfully.

It's unlike him to be so reluctant. But if Mirio Togata is anything, it's not inconsiderate, so you let him sort out his thoughts without any rush.

"Mirio?" Amajiki-san says carefully.

That seems to prompt him.

Togata-san's eyes don't stray from your form, locked on with an unusual firmness that the other two question silently.

"Does your soulmate know about you?"

The temperature around you drops, and your world goes silent.

Your unfocused eyes stare back at him--through him--and the burden you had oh so carefully tied back and decidedly forgotten about was suddenly weighing on you with no support other than a single webbed string.

You feel your soul words itch.

Your eyes dart away from him, and Nejire gasps softly.

"[last name]-san," You don't look at him, "why?"

A sudden, indiscriminant feeling of dread and foreboding pools like acid in your stomach. You have an inkling that he knows more than he's let on for a while.

You know a lot about Mirio Togata.

But in turn, Mirio Togata has learned a lot about you.

He's learnt that the sound of rain comforts you after he spotted you dozing to it in class and again, later, in the third year common rooms.

He's learnt that you prefer juice with lunch when there's rice, and flavoured milk when there's noodles so that you don't bloat because of the singular density of your meal.

He's noticed that you get disgruntled when you can't find a particular pen to take your math notes, and even more so when you have to use a different colour half way.

He's learnt that your nose twitches ever so slightly when you actively decide not to encourage him with his bad jokes. Though the downward tilt of your lips always betrays you.

He's picked up your few nervous ticks and the way your eyes gleam with polite interest whenever someone is talking to you, even if you don't care much for the topic.

He noticed the change in your costume from a loose top to a more form fitted, breathable fabric that covered you in a bodysuit.

He's learnt that you've become paranoid at the few wrinkles on your forehead that formed because of how expressive your eyes are.

He picked up on the butterflies in his chest one day after laughing loudly at one of his own jokes, watching you shake your head in amusement with a slight shake to your shoulders.

He learnt that he liked being in your silence.

But he also learned that your silence was for a purpose.

He's spotted you in idle conversation with others, mainly with the ones that you'd sit with aside from the Big Three.

Maybe you didn't laugh as much, but you at least talked to them.

He's seen you chat with some other classmates as well, though would mute yourself once he'd near.

Whenever your busy, Nejire fills him and Tamaki in on your conversations together. Tamaki had even chatted to you before, by himself! Albeit, it was for help on a subject, but it seemed everyone except him had heard your voice.

Or directly, anyway.

He'd heard your laughter in passing, and it made his cheeks flush and his chest flutter as a smile of his own grew on his lips.

He's listened to you from a distance, a few times when waiting for you to walk to class. Each time he'd find himself enraptured with the sound of your voice, he was sure that if you spoke, the world around you would simmer down just to hear you.

Never once have you talked to him directly.

It took him a while to give it some thought, but eventually, he'd turned some attention to his soul words, enscripted on the inside of his right bicep.

And though he was nervous, it made sense all the while.

Mirio Togata knows a lot about you.

And, although uncertain, he knows that there's a reason why you've been self silenced.

The pressure in your chest restricts your airways, and you find it a little harder to breathe. You feel your face grow hot in humiliation all the whilst while your eyes start to uncomfortably sting.

"Oh, [name]..." Nejire coos, her own features downcast at your sadness.

You stand up from your chair, for once uncaring about the obnoxious screech it creates against the polished floor, and motion at them politely to excuse your leave for a moment.

You're not oblivious to the way the two quickly turn to Mirio to hound him for some answers.

You step outside the classroom, letting the large door fall shut behind you, and head down the hall towards the stairwell. It's silent there, with the stairs between your floor and the lower one being exceptionally empty.

You only hear your own footsteps tip and tap quietly before taking seat in the middle of the steps. You position yourself to curl beside the inner railing.

Your heart feels heavy, and your most coherent thoughts escape you, leaving an empty shell that still causes tears to prick annoying in your listless gaze.

You sniffle once, not quite understanding what you're so upset about.

You put yourself in this position after all, you've been willing to stay silent. It's not like you cared much for the sound of your own voice anyway.

But right now, the silence seems stifling.

You don't like how you can't hear any of your thoughts. But you don't appreciate the noise your vacant sniffles make.

You like the sound of Togata-san's voice better.

Confident, and reassuring.

Warm.

You think you've taken that for granted.

You don't care to move at the sound of heavier footsteps echoing from the upper corridor, and you don't look when you sense its owner's large presence beside you.

You feel them sit down on the same steps as you.

You know who it is, at least you think you do--but you don't care to check. You can't tell if its because your scared or not. But why are you scared? Hm. You don't know the answer to that either.

You and Togata-san sit in silence for a little while, and this time around he lets it drag on. You can hear him shuffling every now and then.

You're not sure what compels you, but, perhaps it's because you don't like your silence this time.

"My soulmate..." You start slowly, voice quiet, timid. You refer back to his question before you left: 'why,' but you don't know where to start, "...is too good for me."

Simultaneously Mirio feels his heart flutter and break. Not wearing his blazer, he sees the words forever inked into his right bicep glow, the dark lettering in your pen flowing from black to a shimmering gold before the glow fades.

He feels it tingling delightfully within your vicinity.

In an instant, Togata-san has you wrapped up in his burly arms with his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his much larger build swallowing you.

Your eyes, still glassy, are wide and uncertain, arms tucked down by your knees awkwardly.

"Oh god," Togata-san's voice threatens to crack with his emotions, "it really is you..!"

Your heart thuds rapidly in your chest, and you can't tell if its fluttering or dropping.

"I've been waiting to hear your voice forever."

You crack.

"T-Togata-san..."

"Oh, baby," The endearment slips from his lips so easily, and he only pulls back enough to cradle your face delicately in his large hands, "I don't know what ever gave you that idea, but I've been wanting to hear you say those words for so long!"

His eyes crinkle at the corners in tandem with the tiny droplets held back by nothing but the sheer width of his smile.

"[name], you're my soulmate! My soulmate. My, soulmate," His sincerity only serves to draw you in more, "you're meant for me."

The blond leans his forehead against yours, lightly thumbing away the few tears that fall down your cheeks.

His smile softens, and he can't help but chuckle as he squishes your face teasingly, "And if you still don't believe it, how about I prove it to you, yeah?"

You return his endearment with a wobbly grin of your own, shakily placing your hands over his, and you nod.

He crunches his nose and tuts light heartedly.

"Words, please~"

You choke out a laugh, sniffling. Now that he's finally heard you, he won't let you go quiet again.

"Okay, Togata-san."

His eyes narrow as he lets go of your face, and he pouts.

"Togata-san?" He seems almost offended, "is that what you've been calling me all this time?"

You blink, eyes still a bit puffy from your tears.

"Mirio," He corrects, "call me Mirio."

You repeat after him, watching as a hot pink hue flushes over his nose and cheeks at the sound of his name from your lips. You almost feel embarassed from his reaction, but then he laughs giddily and squeezes you to his chest.

You know a lot about Mirio Togata.

And you should--he's your soulmate after all.

You know that he eats all of the melon bread in the dormitory, but hides one away to be found by you.

You know that he somehow almost forgets his red school tie every morning, so you've take to stopping him before heading to class to tie it under his shirt collar. You also know that he's started 'forgetting' a lot more recently just to have you touch up on him in the mornings.

You picked up on his penchant for praise, particularly when coming from you. He always perks up at the sound of your voice, but he positively radiates at any of your compliments.

You've noticed his zoomies have frequented outside of class training. When once he'd stretch and cool off, he bound over to you and shower you with positive critics toward your efforts, subconsciously tailing you when it was time to head off.

You know he gets a certain glint in his eyes when he plans on playing up. His eyes sharpen a split second before he schools his features into an innocent look of passivity, lulling you into a false sense of security before he strikes with a cackle.

You also know he likes to show off for you, as subtle as he thinks he's being.

You know that when he's lost in thought, he used to cross his arms and rub his chin. Now though, he crosses his arms and thumbs over the golden inked words enscripted onto his bicep.

You know a lot about Mirio Togata.

And in turn, Mirio Togata knows a lot about you.

He knows that you're quiet by nature, but chatty when you're in the right company. He makes sure to ask all the right questions to keep you talking.

He knows that you adore the skin serum he bought you (courtesy of Nejire's input) to help put your forehead wrinkle paranoia at ease. He loves watching you wind down in the evenings, watching you do your skin routine as you spend the last few remnants of the day together.

He loves it even more so when you invovle him in said routine.

He knows what you like to order at that cafe a few blocks down, but that you're always conflicted on whether to try something new or to stick to what you know you like since your visits are few and far between.

He's taken to ordering your usual while you ask for something new, so that way you get both.

He knows that you get shy over his blatant shows of affection, but love the fluttery feeling that it gives you.

He knows that you still prefer listening to him prattle on, and so he doesn't mind when you go quiet in the middle of your conversations to pay him your undivided attention. He can't help but blush when you let out an unrestrained laugh at something stupid he says.

Mirio loves being in your silence, but he loves the sound of your voice a lot more.

Perhaps, getting caught in the sun wasn't so bad after all.

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nixwriteschaos · 6 months ago

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Lets assume overhaul had a son who is the same age as the class with his or a similar quirk. we can assume he wasn't the best father. but picture how awkward Izuku and Mirio might acts around him if he gets thrust in the class. Bonus points if he Izuku says sorry about beating overhaul and his reaction is just ehh I wanted to do it myself.

A Little Too Alike

Izuku Midoriya x Overhaul’s Son Male!Reader [PLATONIC?] Summary: After Overhaul was arrested, his son was taken in by U.A along with Eri. When Mirio and Izuku found out, let’s just say it was very awkward…

★☽A/N: I seriously had no idea what to do with the insert character so I just wrote BNHA… Anyways, I have no idea whether my writing has gotten better or worse! Please tell me… I don’t know at all 😭

Contents: FLUFF - COMEDY?

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As everyone from the yakuza group was getting taken away, arrested, one of them looked awfully similar to Overhaul. Midoriya, shocked, walked towards him and turned him around, only to see gold colored eyes, similar to of Overhaul’s.

“Woah, Midoriya!” A hero ran up to them, stopping Midoriya from doing anything else. “Who is he? Why does he-” The hero shushed him, trying to get the young hero in training to calm down. “We’ll explain everything once everything settles down.” Midoriya watched as the striking double of Overhaul walked away with the other yakuza members.

After that, the weeks that went by were dreadful. He couldn’t stop crying for days after Sir Nighteye’s death. He tried to smile at his funeral, but he knew he couldn’t keep up a smile like Mirio, just like how the hero wanted. Even though his friends tried to comfort him, he still didn’t feel much the same.

It got worse when someone was introduced to his class.

It was the carbon-copy of Overhaul, the same male he saw last time. His blood boiled at the sight, but remained as calm as he could. As Mr. Aizawa introduced the young male to the class, the students that joined the raid were surprised by the last name.

“Y/N Chisaki.”

He had the same last name as Overhaul, also known as Kai Chisaki. A few of them started to get defensive of him. “He will be joining us from now on.”

“Mr. Aizawa. I mean no offense but why is he joining us? Kero.” Tsuyu asked, a bit curious. “Some of you may know this from the news or actually being there. A villain named Overhaul was arrested and this is his son.” Students who didn’t know were surprised to hear this.

A villain’s child was joining them?

“Are you sure, sir?” Kaminari asked. Mr. Aizawa nodded and told Y/N to sit in the back beside Todoroki. He nodded obediently and walked towards the empty seat, nodding as a sign of acknowledgement towards Todoroki who did the same.

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A few weeks went by and the class had started to trust the young male. Even though students who were on the mission, Kirishima, Uraraka, and Asui felt awkward around him, they managed to trust the male enough to talk to him normally and have a fun time.

When Mirio found out, he was actually cheerful about it. He said, “I think it’s a great opportunity! He could go down a different path from his father! A bright future!” with a smile on his face.

Midoriya sighed at Mirio’s statement. Everyone was moving on from this but Midoriya wasn’t!! He didn’t know why he couldn’t move on, he just couldn;t! Every time he saw Y/N, he felt a sense of rage.

Perhaps he was seeing Overhaul in Y/N. The striking resemblance was uncanny. His brown hair, his gold eyes, everything about him screams Overhaul. But he knew he had to make this right. If he wanted to continue to train to be a hero, he needed to move on from the past.

“Hey… uh… Y/N?” Y/N turned around, gold eyes sending shivers down Midoriya’s spine. He sighed shakingly. He bowed down as he hurriedly said “Uhm… Sorry about beating your dad!!” with a loud voice.

No response.

He lifted his head up, finding a confused face.

“Huh..?” Y/N tilted his head in confusion. “Uhm… it’s okay..” he muttered softly.

Let’s just say… He was embarrassed.. Like- to the point the poor boy was blushing hard in embarrassment.

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whisperofwonder · 29 days ago

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Mirio doesn't like the late shifts. More specifically, he doesn't like how late he gets home afterwards. By the time he returns to your shared apartment, it's already dark inside, with only the light above the sink lit to guide his way. You always leave it on when you know he'll be getting home after you're already in bed.

It illuminates the few dishes you'd washed up after preparing a meal for yourself - a meal that he didn't get to share with you. Even though you always leave a plate for when he gets home, it just isn't the same.

He tiptoes through the house, mindful of every noise that might startle you. Finally, he reaches the bedroom door, and he pauses there, every time. All he can really make out is the shape of you, cocooned in the blankets without him there to keep you warm. The shape of the cat arches its back in a stretch and yawns, padding away from her spot curled next to you and jumping down to twine her way around his legs. He greets her with a quick scratch between the ears before finally moving into the bedroom. He's glad that she's always there to keep you company when he can't.

"I'm home," He greets you softly, resting a hand on your blanketed form. He hates to disturb your sleep, but you insist that you always want to know when he's home safe. You stir at the sound of his voice, blinking sleepily at him with a slow smile creeping across your face.

"Hi," You murmur, tilting your face slightly to accept the kiss he presses to your temple. He moves around the room tossing his clothes in the hamper and pulling on pajamas, and he can feel your gaze follow him from your spot all snuggled up in bed. Finally, he's ready to get in bed himself, and this is the moment that makes the long, late nights almost worth it.

"How was your evening?" He asks in a whisper as he lifts the covers, crawling into the bed already warmed by your body heat. Still half-asleep, you always move toward him as though you're drawn to him, tucking yourself in against his chest even as he pulls you in and rests his chin on the top of your head.

"Good," You reply in a hum, "Was quiet. How was patrol?"

"Uneventful," He says simply, ready to leave work behind him for now. He'd much rather think about you, soft and warm and pressed against him. You're already drowsing, and he drops a kiss to the top of your head. "Go back to sleep," He murmurs into your hair, listening as your breathing slows and deepens. He's always a little wired after work, it comes with the job, but nothing calms him faster than you, safe and sound, fast asleep in his arms.

#Your honor i'm in love #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x you #mha x you #bnha fluff #mha fluff #Mirio Togata #mirio togata x reader #mirio x reader #togata mirio x reader #moon writes #moon writes bnha

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jesswritesthat · 22 days ago

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Mirio Tōgata: Zero

Fandom: BNHA // MHA — [Masterlist]

Summary: ~1.2k, fluff

• Your hunt for your absent classmate leads you to a Class 1A impromptu training session, which is entertaining until Mirio drags you into it too.

Warnings: None

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The Big Three.

None of them had placed in the sport festival during the previous year, and their personalities were one of their standout notabilities.

The festival winner though? That prestige belonged to you, as did the gold medals from each festival you'd won so far. You were not deemed apart of the Big Three, that right was truly earned by the current title holders - instead you were ground zero.

"Tōgata... you're fighting the first years?"

The sudden interruption caught the attention of the entire class, but none more so than Mirio.

"Ah (Y/n)! Our lovely ray of sunshine~"

In an instant your classmate appeared before you wearing his usual warm smile (and lack of track jacket), so when scanning the defeated students of 1A you understood why he was absent.

"I'm the furthest thing from sunshine, but this is why you're not in class? I'll take notes for you then." With your mission accomplished you went to leave, only to be interrupted by one of your underclassmen.

"Wait, you're the winner of your year groups’ last sport festival right?"

"Yes! And the one before that!" Whilst you didn't reply, Nejire was all too excited to answer on your behalf.

"We may be the Big Three, but (L/n) (Y/n) is known as Zero - which comes before one, two, and three!" Tōgata proudly followed up, leaving you diverting their praise the best you could.

"I'm only good in a fight, Mirio is by far the better hero in more ways than one. Amajiki and Nejire too.”

"So does that mean you could challenge him?" Denki casually asked the question, one that left you walking away until your arm was effortlessly caught in a careful grip - the owner unphased by your escape attempt and maintaining his upbeat attitude.

"Let's show them (Y/n)!"

"No - I’m sure they’ve seen enough of you already, literally."

"It'll be fun, c'mon demonstrate that any opponent has a weakness if you work hard enough." He fist bumped the air as if encouraging both you and them, and somehow you couldn’t find it in your cold heart to refuse him.

You heaved a sigh of defeat, a single nod of acceptance giving Mirio the opportunity to entwine your hand with own and gently tug you into the battle area alongside him.

"Are you ready? If I injure you, notify me immediately and I'll carry you to the infirmary." The blonde was always so considerate, but you'd provide the same courtesy if necessary.

"Same to you Tōgata.”

Elongated shade slithered across the ground at your will, only the most attentive of individuals would notice the minute wavering of surrounding cast shadows. For a number 1 contender and festival winner, it was natural you both got a few solid hits. Your classmate was undoubtedly strong but his attacks could be evaded and when the opportunity presented itself you took advantage like that of an assassin.

Suddenly he froze in place, the figure of you he'd punched through swished into darkness whilst he kept a smile.

"Aha! A decoy, you lured me to shadier areas of the field so I couldn't deduce that right away."

"Yeah. Even though you remained directly under light sources throughout the battle to minimise its size, you just left your shadow wide open." You remained casually seated on the ground from where you'd reformed via the shadows, fingertips placed on Mirios' silhouette.

"As well as utilising darkness, once (Y/n) touches the shadow of a living being, they gain control of them. I can no longer move or use my quirk of my own free volition." Tōgata gladly informed, then switched his attention solely to you with a softer tone. "I'm yours."

"So you give up?"

"Nope, a hero never gives up!" Again his cheerful wit returned meanwhile your expression fell to a deadpan one, knowing he would likely stay here for hours but instead you flicked to the Sensei.

"I can have him choke himself into unconsciousness, would that be considered a win?" Upon hearing your inquisition, Aizawa painfully sighed, the class looked horrified, and Mirio openly laughed.

"Ah I appreciate your dark humour."

"Alright, raise your right hand if you surrender to me." Immediately with a twitch of your fingers, he did exactly as you asked regardless of his complaints. "Look at that! Match over."

"(L/n)s' quirk isn't all that offensive considering shadows have no physical impact. Instead their way of thinking and consistent training has allowed them to exploit their quirk in such a way that allows victories over strong opponents." Amajiki explained further, addressing the utter awe of Class 1A.

"So that would mean larger groups would be an issue for them?"

"No it'd have the same outcome Mirio had with your class since both of their quirks let them phase through attacks and 'teleport'." The third year tilted his head at the sight of his friends harmoniously interacting. "They constantly learn from each other."

The class snapped to the two of you now, watching as Tōgata fussed around you like a bee buzzing about a flower. Even if you seemed mildly irritated by his concern.

"I'm fine." It was spoken exasperatedly as you brushed off dust, regardless of the morphing shadow monsters on the rock beside you.

"(L/n) is kinda scary huh?" Denki offhandedly commented when overlooking the scene which Hado chose to elaborate on.

"That's because they're already on the 'Heroes Who Look As Though They Should Be Villians' list! Y'know, because of (Y/n)s’ quirk most likely."

"Nejire, don't bring that up. It was hard for (Y/n) to hear considering they aren't even a pro yet." Tamaki quietly chastised, the girl covering her mouth apologetically but the whole class seemed invested by such trivia.

It registered in that moment, why Mirio adamantly dubbed you 'sunshine' despite the contrasting darkness of your quirk. It was his way of reminding you that you were still full of light to those around you.

Heroes support other heroes, not just civilians.

"Well then I hope you all learnt something from us! See you around, if you have any questions don't hesitate to ask!"

Yourself and Amajiki stood beside one another against the wall muttering 'please hesitate' as you sunk to the floor, waiting until Mirio and Nejire were finished with farewells. It was then Tōgata offered you his hand, pulling you to your feet before swiftly lifting you into his arms with amusement lacing his tone.

"You may be injured (Y/n), I went all out after all so naturally I’ll carry like we agreed!"

"Tōgata put me down! I'm absolutely fine!" It was a harsh reply to his ridiculous antics but nothing he wasn’t expecting considering his bemused chuckle and justification whilst walking toward the exit.

"As a helpful hero I can always carry you to your next class?"

"No! That's it, I'm letting the darkness consume me and it's all your fault." With that you dissolved, phasing through matter and reforming by his side - a playful jab sent to his arm.

"Hilarious, unfortunately you are too bright for that to ever happen (Y/n). I look forward to working together in the future.”

Amajiki and Nejire watched the display of ‘friendship’ alongside the mostly defeated Class 1A, the talkative third year speaking as freely and eagerly as usual with a geniune innocent curiosity to her voice.

"Do you think (Y/n) knows Mirios’ has a crush on them?"

"Nejire-chan!"

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frickingnerd · 4 months ago

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love triangle with mirio & tamaki

pairing: mirio togata / lemillion x gn!reader x tamaki amajiki / suneater

tags: wholesome fluff, supportive!mirio & tamaki, idiots in love, hint at a potential polyamorous relationship, open ending

tamaki is the one to fall in love with you first, slowly developing feelings for you and pining for you over months, while mirio only realizes that he likes you romantically much later!

mirio doesn't even realize that tamaki has a crush on you as well, since tamaki keeps his feelings for you to himself, but his stuttering and overall nervousness around you eventually give it away!

while mirio likes you too, he's still tamaki's best friend first and foremost! he won't just steal the person tamaki likes away from him, so he wants to help his friend get with you!

sure, mirio likes you! a lot, actually! but he's the type to put other people before himself. afterall, if tamaki is happy, then mirio will be happy too, right…?

well, tamaki doesn't like that mirio so easily discards his own feelings for you, in an attempt to help him get with you!

tamaki is pretty insecure, so he believes that you'd be happier with mirio! mirio got everything anyone could want! compared to mirio, tamaki is nothing…

both boys are willing to let their friend have their chance with you, despite their own feelings for you!

for months, they'll both give up so many chances to be with you or confess to you. until eventually, mirio decides that the only way to solve this is for tamaki and mirio to both confess to you at the same time!

maybe then you'll make your choice and choose which one of the boys you want! or maybe, you'll even want both of them…

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mitsua · 8 months ago

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Them with an S/o who likes to collect "childish things"

Warnings: none Genre: fluff & comfort

Pairings: Tamaki Amaijiki × Y/N, Togata Mirio × Y/N, Nejire Hadō × Y/N

Series: Boku No Hero Academia Words' count: 0.44k

🪼Ok, I don't know if anyone really calls it that, but I'm talking about some things like Calico Critters, Funko Pops, cars, series' cards, etc. (I kinda do that myself, so this is a comforting post)

if he ever enters in your room and sees all your collectibles on display I picture him stopping on his track and admire everything.

Literally. Everything.

When you start talking or rambling if you get nervous because it must be awkward someone like you has all that, don't worry, he'd shook his head and deny anything you just said it's true

Even if he does not owe a collection such as yours, he might be familiar with the thought of keeping things you think very much of, so that's why sometimes when you start talking about any other topic, you'll see him getting distracted with your marvelous collection and apologize when you ask if he's listening to anything you just said.

Maybe some day he'll try to get you a little thing you might be missing to make your walls/shelves look even fuller.

When he first saw your collectibles he stared in awe, then tried to count them all as quick as he could but got lost halfway.

He smiled, reassuring you there is no problem with you collecting all those precious things as long as it makes you happy on your safe place.

He might have a little collection of his favorite heroes' merchandise, so he'd be the most curious and may ask the best questions about how you got everything your fascinating room is displaying.

Might invite you over his room to help him choose what to do to get a collection as wide and good-looking as yours.

Definitely expect a collectible as a thanks.

Her first reaction was a surprised gasp, stars in her eyes as she got closer at light's speed to each figurine/poster/other collectible you've gotten to get a better look.

Starts asking you tons of questions as to when did this collection started and why do you like it so much. With these talks you only drive her to want one of her own.

So she might ask for advice on how to start one. With your help and both of your minds' creativity you surely will get a unique collection done quickly in her room that might or might not expand further than only on her room.

Expect sharing matching-keychains about all yours and her liked series/games/movies characters or almost anything at all.

Might try to do some of these by hand.

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rarityroo · 8 months ago

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Dating Mirio Togata Hcs

(Mirio Togata x Gn!reader)

I made this while working on requests, I really love Mirio and was very happy to write him! This fic includes meeting Mirio, a confession, and a little bit of Eri appreciation at the end. I might make a part two with You, Mirio and Eri. Hopefully you like this too, to those who sent in requests they’re being down now and will be posted soon! Much love! 🫶🏻

– You became friends with Mirio sometime in middle school. You became his friend after defending his closest friend, Tamaki, from bullies during passing time. You had no clue why they were bullying him but you knew you had to stop them, that's what heroes do after all.

– Your whole young life you've wanted to be a hero, you wanted to be the absolute best anyone could be. You wanted to be a symbol of hope just like All-Might!

– Once you fended off Tamaki's bullies, he shakily thanked you and offered to walk you to your next class. You agreed, happy to have a new friend.

– As the two of you walked down the halls, a loud cheery voice boomed down the hallway, Tamaki jumped and you turned to see who it was, not knowing how much your life would change.

"Tamaki! Hey! C'mon Tamaki wait up!" A voice shouted through the halls, Tamaki looked startled at the volume of the voice but not at the voice itself, huh must know him, you thought as a look of recognition flashed over Tamaki's eyes. Once the owner's voice came into view it was like your world stopped, like this specific moment everything halted for a second. You suddenly became nervous and flustered, Tamaki noticed your sudden mood change and seemed confused, "H-Hi M-Mir-rio" Tamaki choked out, and despite him being so comfortable with Mirio he still struggled. "Hey! Who's this?," Mirio motions to you, you look over to Tamaki who looks nervous to be put on the spot so you take charge despite your own anxiety. "Hi!, I'm [Reader]!" You say politely, Mirio smiles at you, "I’m Mirio!" He states happily, "Where are you two headed too?" Mirio asks, "Oh, Tamaki and I are walking to my next class, you can come too if you want." You offer, "Sure sounds fun!" Mirio says.

– After that day you, Tamaki, and Mirio would hang out daily until you got to high school. You all got into UA, a lifelong dream of yours. Sure you were all still friends but with the workload and varying schedules, finding time to hang out as a group was hard.

– So you and Mirio could usually hang out one-on-one although it was very rare. And with every hangout, you noticed how much you liked Mirio.

– Anytime he held the door open for you, pulled out your chair, trained with you, and studied with you, you could feel your little crush deepen into something much more. So you invited him out for a 'study date', planning to confess.

You walked into the Cafe, books in hand, you walked from the door to a small rounded table in the back of the Cafe. You sat your books down and went up to order. After ordering, you sat with your drink waiting, anxiety flushing through you as you saw Mirio walk through the Cafe his eyes scanning the area, his eyes glimmering with happiness when he saw you.

Mirio being himself launched into enthusiastic conversation, his company alone was enough to ease the tension coiling inside you. You found yourself drawn into his infectious energy, your fears of what's to come melting away in his company. The café seemed brighter, warmer somehow, with him with you. Time seemed to slip away as you chatted and laughed, lost in each other's company. And then, as the conversation lulled, a moment of quiet settled between you. Mirio's gaze softened as he looked at you, a gentle smile started at the corners of his lips.

"Hey, can I tell you something?" Mirio's voice was soft, almost hesitant as if he was afraid of being too abrupt, years of knowing you would never dull his anxiety of being around you.

You nodded, "Of course," you whispered, hardly daring to breathe as you waited for his words. Mirio took a deep breath, his gaze leading to the table. "I... I really like you," he admitted, his voice filled with sincerity. What!?? You were so shocked, could he actually have feelings for you, just like you secretly had for him? The thought sent a rush of excitement coursing through you, mixed with a sense of disbelief.

"I've liked you for a while now, and I just couldn't keep it to myself anymore."

Your heart skipped a beat at his confession, a flood of warmth going through you at his words. You took a moment to gather your courage, then reached out to gently touch his hand. "Mirio, I..I like you too"

Mirio's eyes widened in surprise, his smile growing wider with each passing moment. "Really?" he asked, his voice filled with excitement.

You nodded, a shy smile spreading across your face. "Yes, really," you confirmed, feeling a weight lifting off your shoulders as you finally confessed your feelings.

– Mirio is a fantastic boyfriend. Flowers, cute notes in your lunch whenever he has the time, and will often have a study date with you. He was so loving and supportive of you and anything you did or wanted to do. From hobbies to new styles, je was always your biggest fan.

– He was always so kind and gentle, so it was no surprise to you when he introduced you to a small timid girl, named Eri. The young girl, despite being shy and quiet took a great liking to you.

You sat at the dinner table at home quietly reading, your head popped up when you heard your front door opening, followed by Mirios voice paired with a smaller younger voice. Huh?

"Hey! babe! I'm home, there's someone I want you to meet!" Mirio everso sweetly called, you walk from the dining room to the living room shocked to see a small girl hiding behind Mirio, Mirio light nudged her, “Go on” Mirio encouraged smiling down at her, “Hi” she looked at the ground, “I’m Eri”, You smiled gently all questions you had put on halt when you heard her sweet little voice, “Hi Eri! I’m [Reader]”, Eri looked up at you and smiled the sweetest smile, something told you this was the start of something truly lovely.

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thebunnednun · 4 months ago

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Build a Boyfriend 🧸🩷

Pairing: Pro Hero! Mirio Togata x Build a Bear helper! Reader

Summary: Mirio takes Eri to Build a Bear and falls for the pastel goth helping Eri pick out a new cuddle buddy. After some intervention from the guys he stumbles into her registrar to find she's even prettier up close and thinks he missed his chance with her.

Until he finds her note.....

TW: Cuteness overload

On with the show!!~

The workshop was buzzing with the low hum of families, children, and the occasional burst of laughter as small hands sifted through shelves of soft, plush animals. The inside of the store was a bright kaleidoscope of colors—soft pastels, warm yellows, and gentle blues—all blending together to create a welcoming, cheerful environment.

Display stands were stacked with teddy bears, bunnies, and a whole host of other creatures waiting to be brought to life by eager kids.

At the heart of it all, the sound of stuffing machines whirring and squeaking filled the air, punctuated by the chatter of customers and employees. Soft pop music played overhead, further adding to the lively yet calming atmosphere.

A few young children were gathered near the sound booth, picking out voice boxes with silly phrases to stuff inside their soon-to-be cuddly companions. Others ran up and down the aisles with parents trailing behind, trying to keep up.

Mirio stood at the front of the store with Eri, his hand gently resting on her head as she stared wide-eyed at the rows upon rows of plush animals. Her large, curious red eyes scanned the store with wonder, her small hands clutching the hem of her dress, shifting slightly as she took in the world of soft toys around her. Mirio, ever the doting older brother figure, smiled down at her, eyes sparkling with excitement for her.

It was sensory overload for her, truely. And while he felt bad about it, Mirio would rather Eri get the full experience of picking out her snuggle buddy than choosing it fo herr. He wanted this to be a gentle push into feeling more secure and independent for Eri.

Plus, he just wanted to spoil her.

“Alright, Eri, feel free to look around, okay?” Mirio said brightly, crouching down to meet her gaze, his grin wide and reassuring. “I just need to pop to the restroom for a sec. But don’t worry—Shinsou’s on his way, and I’ll be right back.”

Eri nodded shyly, her gaze shifting from Mirio to the endless selection of stuffed animals. He gave her a gentle pat on the head before standing up and sending a quick text to Shinsou, letting him know where they were. After giving Eri another smile and checking the time, Mirio quickly made his way toward the back of the store, disappearing into the hallway.

Eri, now left to her own devices, wandered through the aisles slowly. She kept her hands close to herself, unsure if it was okay to touch anything. She passed by shelves filled with fluffy bunnies, tiny bears with sailor hats, and even some superhero-themed plush toys, her steps hesitant and light.

Meanwhile, you were working the floor, wearing your red apron over a pastel goth outfit that contrasted sharply yet charmingly with the colorful ambiance of the store.

Your black, ripped jeans paired with the soft lavender of your belt, along with streaks of pastel blue and royal purple in your hair, stood out against the otherwise bubblegum, playful environment. Your outfit was a perfect blend of soft and edgy, a subtle rebellion that felt at home in a store that encouraged creativity and individuality.

As you helped another customer pick out accessories for their bear, you spotted Eri, her small form almost lost among the towering shelves. She seemed unsure of where to go or what to do, her wide eyes darting from shelf to shelf as if searching for something familiar.

“Hey there,” you greeted softly, approaching her slowly so as not to startle her. You crouched down a bit to her level, keeping a respectful distance.

“Are you looking for someone special today?”

Eri blinked up at you, her eyes a little wary but not frightened. She nodded, pointing toward the top shelf where a fluffy white bear sat. It was out of her reach, and you could tell she didn’t want to ask for help outright.

You smiled warmly, standing up and walking over to a nearby ladder. “Let me grab something real quick, and then you can do the honors.”

After propping the ladder in place, you climbed up to grab a toy "grabber" from a top shelf—a long plastic tool that could be used to reach high items. You offered it to her, the soft click of the mechanism echoing slightly as you showed her how to use it.

“Here, why don’t you give it a try? You can get the bear all by yourself,” you said, handing her the grabber with a gentle smile.

Eri hesitated for a moment, her fingers twitching nervously around the grabber’s handle. But after a moment, her determination kicked in. She extended the tool toward the bear, eyes focused in concentration as she squeezed the handle and caught the plush animal.

With a small, triumphant smile, Eri pulled the bear down, holding it carefully in her arms as though it were fragile. You gave her a little cheer, nodding in approval.

“Great job! That’s a cute one,” you said softly, watching as she hugged the bear close to her chest, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Do you want to make it extra special? I can help you with the heart ceremony.”

Eri looked up at you, curiosity filling her eyes. She nodded, and you led her to the heart ceremony station, where the soft plush hearts were kept. You gently explained the steps, making sure to give her the space to do everything herself, guiding her through the motions.

“Rub your heart in your hands for warmth,” you said with a kind smile, mimicking the action with your own plush heart. Eri followed suit, her small hands rubbing the heart together.

“Pat your heart for your friend's heartbeat forever, rub them on your head for smart thoughts, and rub them on each other so they know you're best friends.”

As you continued through the ceremony, Eri became more engaged, a light giggle escaping her lips as she touched the heart to her elbow when you added with a playful grin, “And don’t forget to tap your elbow so your new friend will always be funny!”

Eri’s eyes lit up with the little details, and she smiled brightly as she hugged the heart to her chest before placing it inside her new bear.

Behind her, in the shadow of the store’s entrance, Mirio watched quietly, a warm smile creeping across his face. He hadn’t expected to see Eri so at ease, especially in a new place. The way you respected her space, never crowding or overwhelming her, made his chest swell with gratitude. He was about to step forward when he felt a familiar presence behind him.

“What’re you staring at?” Shinsou’s voice broke the moment as he approached, giving Mirio a teasing look.

Mirio turned with a grin, his blue eyes bright as he spotted Shinsou approaching. Shinsou, dressed in his usual casual wear—a dark hoodie and jeans—stood out among the bright colors and vibrant energy of the workshop. His messy purple hair framed his face as he shoved his hands into his pockets, watching Mirio with a raised brow.

“Just watching Eri have a good time,” Mirio replied, motioning toward the heart ceremony station. Shinsou’s eyes followed, his expression softening slightly when he saw the little girl happily finishing up the ceremony with her new plush bear. She was beaming now, her earlier hesitancy gone, replaced by a sense of accomplishment and joy.

“Looks like she’s having a good time,” Shinsou muttered, his tone more affectionate than usual. He had grown attached to Eri in his own quiet way, often showing up to hang out with her when he could.

He wasn’t the type to get openly sentimental, but moments like this made him feel lighter.

Mirio clapped a hand on Shinsou’s shoulder, his grin widening. “Thanks for coming, by the way. I know it’s not your scene, but Eri likes having you around.”

Shinsou shrugged, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah, well you know I can’t say no to her.”

As they stood there, watching Eri carefully adjust her bear’s fur you approached with a gentle smile. Spotting Mirio and Shinsou near the entrance, she gave them a nod of acknowledgment before turning her attention back to you.

“Does your bear have a name yet?” you asked softly, crouching down again to meet Eri’s eye level. She looked up at you with that same small smile, thinking for a moment as she hugged her bear tighter.

“Yes,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, but there was a sense of pride in her choice. Mirio watches with some confusion as Eri whispers it to you.

“That’s a perfect name,” you said with a warm chuckle, standing up and adjusting your apron as you prepared to ring her up. “Let’s get him all set up, then.”

Eri followed you toward the shelves with outfits, clutching Lemi in her arms as she gazed around the store one last time. You noticed how she kept glancing toward Shinsou and Mirio as if checking to make sure they hadn’t disappeared. They both gave her a reassuring wave from across the store, and she visibly relaxed, her steps becoming more confident.

You glanced up from the shelves, your eyes briefly meeting Mirio’s. He stood near the entrance, staring at you a little longer than necessary, his broad shoulders outlined by the glow of the afternoon sun. He had that goofy grin, the one that lit up his entire face, but there was something more behind it, a quiet admiration in his gaze.

Just as you return to checking on Eri, a figure sidled up beside Mirio. Shinsou, with his shit eating grin, elbowed him lightly in the ribs.

“You’ve been staring at her for five minutes, man,” Shinsou teased in his usual deadpan tone. “Why don’t you just go over there and say something?”

Mirio blinked rapidly, his grin faltering for the briefest moment as his face flushed a deep pink. “W-What? No, I wasn’t—”

“Yeah, right,” Shinsou cut in, rolling his eyes. “I could practically hear your heart pounding from across the room.” He gave Mirio a little push toward you and Eri, who was carefully adjusting the tiny outfit on her new bear, completely oblivious to the commotion behind her.

“Go on, big guy. She’s right there.”

Mirio stumbled forward, awkwardly regaining his footing with a sheepish laugh. His usual confidence was nowhere to be found as he approached, Shinsou trailing behind him with a lazy, amused stride.

You stepped in front of Eri protectively the moment you saw the two boys approaching. Instinctively, you put yourself between her and the newcomers, your body tense as you sized them up, ready for anything. But before you could say a word, Eri’s face lit up at the sight of her two of her favorite boys.

“Mirio! Shinsou!” she squealed, her eyes bright with excitement. She hopped up and down on the spot, holding her newly made bear in front of her like a prized possession.

The tension in your shoulders eased slightly, but you stayed close to Eri, watching the interaction carefully. Mirio’s flustered expression softened as he knelt down to Eri’s level, his smile warm and familiar again.

“Hey Eri! Who’s this?” he asked, motioning toward the bear in her arms.

Eri beamed, a little confused, and pointed up at you. “She’s my new friend.”

Mirio leaned in, squinting at you with a faux-serious expression. “New friend, huh? Looks like a tough one,” he said, his voice light. You huff and laugh before he stuff his hands in his back pockets and rocks before he then pokes the bear gently and then adds with a sincere tone, “You’re so cool, Eri!”

Eri giggled, hugging the bear closer and you nod, “She is!”

You couldn’t help but smile at the scene, the warmth of it spreading through you. Eri seemed so comfortable with him, like a big brother and his quiet, teasing friend.

“So,” you began, looking between the three of them, “is this your brother?” you asked, gesturing toward Mirio, though you couldn’t quite keep the teasing edge out of your voice.

Mirio laughed, scratching the back of his head. “Ah, no, not exactly. But I do look after her,” he explained, his eyes softening as he glanced at Eri. “She’s special to us.”

You nodded, your heart warming at his response. “That’s sweet. You seem to care about her a lot.” Just as you were about to hand Eri back over to Mirio, the workshop’s door swung open once again.

The air in the room shifted as a tall, scruffy figure walked in, wearing his signature black scarf draped loosely around his shoulders.

Aizawa, with his ever-tired eyes and a slight slouch in his posture, made his way toward the group, his wallet already in hand. His gaze flickered between you and Eri, who immediately perked up at the sight of him.

“Dad!” Eri called out, her small voice carrying across the room.

Aizawa’s tired expression softened at her excitement, and he gave a small nod before turning his attention to you. “I see you’ve made a friend,” he said, his voice low but not unkind. He held up his hero license for your reassurance. “I’m her guardian.”

You blinked in surprise, your cheeks flushing as you realized your earlier assumption. “Great, these guys are nice but I couldn’t release her to them without a parents' permission,” you stammered, bowing your head slightly. “I just wanted to make sure she was with someone safe.”

Aizawa’s lips twitched into the faintest hint of a smile. “No need to apologize. You did the right thing by being cautious. I appreciate how well you’ve treated her.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, a sense of relief washing over you. Eri, still clutching the golden teddy bear, grinned up at Aizawa, clearly happy to see him. Mirio, ever the optimist, gave a thumbs-up toward you.

“See? You’re great with her,” he said, his usual enthusiasm returning.

Aizawa ruffled Eri’s hair gently, glancing over at you once more. “Thanks for helping her. She doesn’t trust people easily, but she seems to like you.”

Eri nodded vigorously, hugging the golden bear tighter. “I do!”

You could have been knocked over with a feather with how happy you felt making that little girl smile and help her create a core memory.

The moment settled into a quiet comfort, the soft hum of the workshop around you, as Aizawa stood by Eri’s side, and you felt a quiet sense of connection with the little girl.

She has a good family here, no doubt about it.

You chuckled softly to yourself as you grabbed the small wooden step stool tucked near the counter. With a fluid motion, you brought it over to Eri, who eagerly clambered up onto it. Her tiny hands reached up toward the counter and placed her new bear, who sat proudly.

The excitement in her eyes was contagious as she carefully took in the action of you scanning the bear and filling in the information Aizawa gave you into the database before sliding her friend back into her hand, giving the bear a quick once-over as if to make sure nothing was out of place.

“Look! Isn’t he cute?” Eri beamed, holding the new playmate out for Aizawa and Mirio to inspect. Mirio, still a bit flustered from earlier, managed to nod, though words seemed to escape him. Shinsou, as usual, wasn’t going to let that slide.

“Come on, big guy, she’s waiting for some praise,” Shinsou said with a raised brow, nudging Mirio with his elbow.

Mirio blinked, looking between Eri and the bear as if his brain had short-circuited.

“Y-Yeah! She’s adorable!” he finally managed to say, his voice a little too loud in his eagerness.

You smiled at the scene, turning back to Eri. “Alright, let’s fill out these ‘adoption papers’ for him, okay?” You handed Eri a small form—a fun, simple sheet for her to fill out with her little buddies name, favorite activities, and promise to care for her new friend.

Eri took the sparkle pom pom pen with a determined nod, sitting cross-legged on the stool as she began writing carefully.

As Eri focused, her soft voice floated up toward you. “Just like with me!” she said brightly, her small hand gripping the pen a little tighter.

The words sent a wave of silence through the room. It was as if time itself froze. Mirio, Shinsou, and Aizawa all exchanged looks, the weight of her innocent statement hanging in the air. The unspoken gravity of her situation, how she was adopted by Aizawa after everything she had been through, washed over the group.

You, on the other hand, had pieced it together when you saw the two walk in and seen how nervous Eri seemed with touch. Hence why you offered her some alternative instead of being more hands on like your coworkers.

For a moment, the noise of the workshop dimmed, replaced with a quiet reverence of her writing.

Before anyone could respond, the door burst open, and Izuku came stumbling in, dripping wet, his breath ragged and his wild hair sticking to his forehead. It was immediately clear what had happened—he’d just been thrown into the fountain outside.

Again.

“I-I’m okay!” he wheezed, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. Eri’s solemn face broke into pure delight at the sight of him.

“Izuku!” she cheered, waving enthusiastically, her spirits immediately lifted. She proudly signed the adoption papers with a flourish before handing them to you.

You smiled warmly, taking the papers from her and carefully boxing up the teddy bear. “Alright, your new friend is all set,” you said, handing Eri the box, which she clutched to her chest protectively.

Before anyone could fully relax, Monoma and Bakugou came charging into the room, both out of breath and clearly mid-argument.

Monoma was the first to speak, of course. “Just so you know, he—” he pointed dramatically at Bakugou “—backhanded Izuku into the fountain.”

Katsuki snarled, glaring daggers at Monoma. “Tch, for once it was an accident! I was trying to punch you.”

“Is that supposed to make it better?” Monoma scoffed, crossing his arms.

“Would my fist up your ass make it better?” Bakugou barked, clenching his fists as the two squared off, their bickering quickly escalating.

Aizawa sighed deeply, massaging his temples. “Of course,” he muttered under his breath before excusing himself from the registrar desk. He stepped between the two boys, his exhaustion palpable.

“Enough,” he said flatly, voice laced with authority, but it didn’t stop them from grumbling at each other.

Shinsou, watching with a smirk, took this as his cue. He gave Mirio a subtle nudge forward, his hands resting casually behind his back as if he hadn’t just shoved the older boy in your direction. Mirio, unsteady and blushing all over again, stumbled toward you, barely managing to stay upright.

“Guess you’re up,” Shinsou said with a sly, Cheshire grin before trailing after Aizawa, clearly entertained by the chaos.

You raised an eyebrow at Mirio, who now stood awkwardly in front of you, looking like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the right words. His usual confidence had all but evaporated, leaving him standing there, fidgeting under your gaze.

You continued packing up a few more supplies, carefully organizing the boxes behind the counter. The soft rustling of tissue paper filled the air as you folded up some final pieces of merchandise, stacking them neatly. Mirio, still trying to recover from Shinsou's teasing, stumbled up toward you, his large frame knocking gently into the edge of the registrar desk.

“Oh! Sorry about that!” he blurted, immediately looking down at you with an apologetic smile.

You glanced up, amused by his flustered state. “No sweat. Nothing's broken, so we’re all good.”

You waved off his apology with a casual grin before returning to your packing, carefully organizing the boxes behind the counter. The soft rustling of tissue paper filled the air as you folded up some final pieces of merchandise, stacking them neatly.

“So,” you began, trying to ease the tension with a playful smirk, “is getting pushed around by 'Shinsou' part of the usual dynamic, or is this a special occasion?”

Mirio laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah, I think he’s just having fun at my expense today,” he admitted sheepishly, his smile returning, albeit a bit more bashful than before.

Eri, meanwhile, had taken the opportunity to step up beside you, clutching her newly boxed bear and watching you curiously. She tilted her head, her brows furrowing as she observed both you and Shinsou in the distance.

“Are you… emo? Like Shinsou?”

Mirio tensed beside you, his eyes going wide at the question. He shot you a nervous glance, as if expecting you to be offended. But instead, a laugh bubbled up from your chest, light and genuine, filling the space between you all.

“Emo? Nah, not quite,” you said, still chuckling. You ruffled Eri's hair lightly with the pen before pointing to the purple and blue streaks running through your own. “But I get why you might think that. I’m actually a pastel goth.”

Eri's face lit up with curiosity, her eyes widening as you untied your apron and did a playful little spin in front of her. “See?” You gestured to your outfit—ripped black jeans, a pretty lace pastel top in your favorite shade, and the rainbow chains that connected from your belt to your pockets that added a splash of color to your otherwise dark base palette.

“And these are my favorite!” You lifted one foot to show her your dip-dyed tennis shoes, a soft gradient of pastel shades fading into the white canvas. “I made these myself.”

Eri’s mouth formed a perfect “O” of awe, her small hands reaching out as if to touch your shoes. “Wow! How did you do that? They’re so pretty!”

You crouched down to her level, smiling as you explained the process. “Thank you, sweetie! It’s called tie-dye. You take plain shoes or clothes, tie them in different spots, and then dip them in different colors of dye. You can get all kinds of patterns that way! Want me to show you?”

Eri nodded enthusiastically, already imagining the possibilities.

Throughout the exchange, you didn’t notice the way Mirio was watching you. His eyes followed your every movement—how you spun effortlessly, the way you smiled so warmly at Eri, how you explained things with ease. His heart raced in his chest, he gulped, trying to shake off the strange, intense nervousness crawling up his spine.

Mirio couldn't understand why it suddenly felt so hard to breathe, why his palms were sweating. Every time he tried to speak, his mouth dried up even more, like a dessert made out of sandpaper topped with crunchy peanut butter.

He desperately wanted to look away, but his gaze was drawn to you, like a magnet pulling him in despite his mind screaming at him to just fade into the wall and disappear.

Still, Mirio couldn't help but stay, silently rooting himself to the spot, unable to tear his eyes from the scene unfolding in front of him. The way you connected with Eri, the easy laughter between you—it was like a warmth that had settled into the room, and though it made him flustered, he didn't want to leave.

You were still kneeling, explaining the basics of tie-dye with a smile, using your phone to show her how she could create something similar. Mirio stood stiffly, watching you with wide eyes, and though he was usually the picture of calm confidence, today was different.

His nerves kicking up in full force.

He wanted to speak, maybe even add something to the conversation, but his brain couldn’t form the words. It was as if the more he watched you interacting with Eri, the more his thoughts and nerves tangled themselves into sweaty knots.

Still, you kept the conversation flowing naturally, completely unaware of the inner turmoil Mirio was going through.

"It’s all about experimenting and having fun with colors,” you said, showing Eri how different patterns could form.

Eri nodded eagerly, fascinated by every word, while Mirio stood beside you, his heartbeat drumming in his ears. He wasn’t sure why he suddenly felt like a deer in headlights, but every time you smiled or laughed, it felt like someone turned the temperature in the room up a few degrees.

Mirio blinked, snapping back to reality just in time to notice Shinsou staring at him from outside the store.

Shinsou’s eyes held a mischievous glint, as he subtly gestured toward you with a small nod of his head. Mirio followed the motion, his mind catching up with the situation. His heart skipped when he realized Shinsou was egging him on, pushing him toward you in a way that was just as playful as it was serious.

Behind Shinsou, Fatgum and Kirishima were rolling up to join the growing group, both exchanging easy grins. Fatgum seemed relaxed, his large frame towering over the others, eating some mall pretzels, while Kirishima waved enthusiastically, clearly trying to disarm the chaos that was unfolding.

Meanwhile, Aizawa stood a little farther off, arms crossed, his usual weary expression in place as he muttered something to himself.

“Herding cats is easier than dealing with them,” Aizawa complained under his breath, side-eyeing Bakugou and Monoma, who were still bickering like two kids fighting over sub vs dub anime.

Izuku was caught in the middle trying to remedy the situation, still damp, as Monoma had his hands up in a dramatic display of innocence, while Bakugou looked like he was one second away from cold blooded murder.

Tamaki, ever the quiet one, had appeared in the background, looking completely lost in the flurry of activity. His wide, nervous eyes darted between his friends, trying to figure out what exactly was going on.

But when Shinsou leaned in and whispered something in his ear, a faint blush immediately crept up Tamaki's neck, turning his face a deep shade of red. He turned and gave Mirio a hesitant but determined “game face,” his sharp, elfin ears twitching slightly as he forced himself to give a thumbs-up of encouragement.

Mirio’s heart warmed at Tamaki’s attempt to cheer him on. A bright smile broke out on his face, a silent thank you to his friend. With Tamaki’s confidence-boosting thumbs-up and Shinsou’s teasing still hanging in the air, Mirio’s determination grew. He squared his shoulders and turned back to face you, taking a steadying breath.

But when he looked at you again, he nearly forgot how to breathe entirely.

Eri had somehow found her way into your arms, comfortably perched on your hip. Her small fingers were gently poking at your ear piercings, her wide, innocent eyes full of fascination as you let her touch the little hoops and studs. You were watching Mirio now, meeting his gaze with a calm smile that made something inside him turn to mush.

'Fuck.'

It was like all the noise in the background—the bickering between Bakugou and Monoma, the faint grumbling from Aizawa, even the shuffling footsteps of students in the distance—faded into nothing.

“Uh…” Mirio started, trying to find his voice, but his throat felt impossibly dry again.

“Are they gonna be okay?” You nodded slightly toward the commotion behind him, where Bakugou’s voice had risen several notches as he squared off with Monoma.

Just as you asked, both Bakugou and Monoma shouted something unintelligible, their voices overlapping in a chaotic burst of sound. You raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, but nodded as if nothing was amiss.

Mirio rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, his fingers brushing against the short hairs at the nape as he grinned awkwardly.

“Yeah...they’ll be fine.” He tried to sound confident, but his mind was a mess of thoughts he couldn’t quite grasp. He noticed, more than ever, how close you were standing, with Eri resting in your arms like she belonged there, her small hands still occasionally fiddling with your piercings.

The way you cradled her so naturally made something stir inside him—a mix of admiration and awe.

His heart started pounding again, the way it had before, but this time it was louder, more insistent. He couldn’t stop himself from noticing the little details about you. The way the light in the room softened around your face, casting a gentle glow on your skin. The hint of colors in your hair, the soft purples and blues catching in the air like a breath of wind.

And that smile—warm, inviting, and effortlessly beautiful. It made him feel like he was standing in the middle of a sunlit field on a perfect summer’s day, the kind where everything was alive and vibrant, and you were the brightest thing in it.

You weren’t just pretty. No, pretty was too small of a word to describe how you made him feel. You are beautiful.

'Breathtaking.'

Not just because of how you looked but because of your whole aura. It was like you radiated this light, this quiet strength, that made people around you feel safe and welcome. It was in the way you held Eri so gently, like she was the most precious thing in the world, and the way you spoke with such ease, your words always soft yet full of warmth.

Mirio could swear he saw the rest of his life in your eyes at that moment. He imagined laughter, quiet moments, and endless afternoons spent in the kind of peace only you seemed to carry with you. It hit him like a wave—this overwhelming sense of admiration and something more, something deeper, that he wasn’t sure how to name yet.

You tilted your head slightly, studying him for a moment. “You okay there, Mirio?”

Your voice broke through his swirling thoughts, pulling him back to the present. Mirio’s cheeks flared with heat, and he quickly rubbed the back of his neck again, this time laughing a little too loudly.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m good!” He forced out the words, his smile still bright, though a bit shaky. “Just... you know, keeping an eye on those two,” he added, motioning again toward the argument that was now simmering behind him.

Kirishima had dropped his bag of hair dye in favor of holding onto Bakugou’s middle, whose hands were crackling faintly, while Izuku stood in front of Monoma, bandaged arms spread as Monoma looked like he was enjoying talking shit way too much.

Aizawa was laying into them for doing this again in public as Shinsou was holding up Tamaki who looked like he wanted to pass away from the onlookers and Fatgum is trying to divert the attention while also handing out fliers to his favorite restaurant in the mall.

“Yeah, they totally have it under control.”

You glanced in their direction before looking back at him, your lips curving into a smile that sent his heart racing all over again. “Seems like you've got your hands full.” You poke Eri in her belly and she squeals before holding onto you again.

Mirio chuckled, nodding in agreement. “You have no idea.”

Just then, Eri tugged gently on your sleeve, drawing both your attention. “Can I see the shoes again?” she asked, her voice small but eager.

You smiled down at her, giving her a little nod. “Of course.” You shifted her in your arms and then lifted one of your feet, showing her the soft colors of your tie-dye shoes again. She giggled, reaching out to touch them, her fascination with the colors and patterns not yet fading.

And as Mirio watched the scene unfold—the way you moved so effortlessly with Eri in your arms, the soft way you spoke, the ease with which you brought light into the room—he couldn’t help but think,

‘Yeah, I’m a goner.’

Mirio blinked, his mind momentarily lost in the haze of his own thoughts as he watched you. He hadn’t realized how much time had passed until he noticed your lips moving, the soft curve of them drawing his attention. For a second, all he could focus on was the way they shaped each word, the gentle rhythm of your voice fading into the background.

He didn’t register what you were saying—just that you were talking to him.

Then, as if shaken from a dream, Mirio blipped in surprise, his eyes widening as he coughed awkwardly. “Oh! Sorry! I—uh, what were you saying?” His voice cracked a little, his embarrassment clear as he rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous laugh. “I’m so sorry, I’m not sure what’s up with me today.”

You chuckled softly, a sound that made Mirio’s heart skip a beat. There was no judgment in your eyes, just warmth. “It’s okay,” you said, your tone teasing but kind. “Are you okay, though? You seem a little… distracted.”

He forced a smile, though his heart was still racing. “Yeah, I’m good now. Just—” Mirio stumbled over his words for a second before letting out a self-deprecating laugh. “I think I just spaced out for a bit.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, clearly unconvinced but playful. “Well, as long as you're not running on empty or something.” You flashed him a smile, and Mirio couldn’t help but return it, feeling the tension ease a little.

The two of you fell into an easy rhythm after that, making light conversation. You asked him how his day had been, and he asked you about yours. The small talk flowed effortlessly, and despite the occasional flustered moments on Mirio’s end, the interaction felt natural. You told him a funny story about one of your coworkers accidentally scanning a customer’s face instead of their item, and Mirio laughed, his usual cheerfulness slipping back into place.

He was starting to feel more like himself again, even as he struggled to keep his thoughts from wandering back to how much he liked your smile and how warm and good your voice is.

He could listen to you read the phone book for all he cares!

As Mirio lingered, his gaze darting between you and the door, he finally cleared his throat, summoning a bit of courage. "You know," he started, rubbing the back of his neck in that familiar, nervous way, "you’re, uh… pretty good with Eri. I bet you could make a career out of making people feel special."

You laughed softly, raising an eyebrow as you leaned against the counter.

"Oh yeah? Does that include you?"

Mirio froze for a moment, his heart skipping a beat before he quickly stumbled over his words. "W-Well, I mean… you’re already good at that too." His cheeks flushed pink, and he tried to recover by flashing you one of his signature, bright smiles. "I guess I’m just lucky to be on the receiving end."

You smirked, crossing your arms as you leaned in a little. "Is that so? Mm, I’ll have to make sure to treat you extra special next time, then."

Mirio’s face heated up further, but he managed to chuckle nervously, scratching his head. "I, uh… I wouldn’t mind that."

Suddenly, a small voice piped up from below. Eri was tugging at Mirio’s sleeve with a sweet smile on her face.

"Are you two flirting?" she asked innocently, her eyes wide and curious.

Both of you blinked in surprise, exchanging a quick glance before bursting into laughter. You crouched down to Eri’s level, gently ruffling her hair.

"Maybe a little," you teased, glancing up at Mirio, whose face had turned a deep shade of red.

Mirio bent down too, his hand resting on Eri’s shoulder. "Just a little," he admitted with a sheepish grin. "You caught us." Eri giggled, clearly pleased with herself. "I like it. It makes you both smile."

You and Mirio shared a look again, warmth spreading between you as her innocent words sank in. Smiling, you reached out and gave Eri a playful poke on the nose. "Well, we’ll just have to keep smiling for you then, won’t we?"

Eri perks up at that and looks at you with something you can’t place. But she leans into your face to close her eyes and hug you tight. You return the hug, your cheek against the crown of her head and let your warmth radiate into her.

Mirio’s heart swelled at the sight, his smile soft and sincere. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice a little quieter now.

"We will."

Outside the store, the once-heated argument between Bakugou and Monoma was finally winding down. Their voices, which had been loud and chaotic earlier, were now quieter, only a few muttered grumbles echoing in the distance. Aizawa reappeared shortly after, looking more exasperated than before but clearly relieved that the chaos had subsided.

He approached the counter, tired eyes flicking over to Eri, who was still happily holding the box containing her new teddy bear. “You all set, kid?” he asked, his voice softening ever so slightly when addressing her.

Eri nodded eagerly, hugging the box tighter. “He’s ready to go home!” she declared with a big smile.

You smiled at the sight, already scanning the item at the register as Aizawa fished around in his pocket for his wallet. As you rang up the bear, your fingers discreetly punched in a few extra numbers on the keypad.

Mirio, standing just off to the side, happened to glance over and caught the brief flash of numbers. He furrowed his brows slightly, noticing that you’d keyed in what looked like a discount code. Before he could say anything, you turned to him with a wink and a sly smile, your lips curling at the corners in the most mischievous way.

You handed the bag you placed the packages in to Aizawa with a casual grace, as if nothing unusual had just happened. “Here you go,” you said, leaning down slightly so Eri could see the bag. “Take good care of him.”

Aizawa gave you a nod, his expression as unreadable as ever, though there was a slight glint of gratitude in his eyes. “Thanks,” he muttered, barely loud enough to be heard. He turned to Eri. “Ready to go?”

Eri nodded enthusiastically, still cradling her new friend. But before they left, she looked up at you with wide eyes. “Thank you for helping me adopt him!” she chirped happily, her excitement contagious.

You smiled back, giving her a little wave. “Anytime, Eri. You and your new friend take care of each other, okay?” She nods and holds up the box to the frazzled group of boys before tugging Aizawa with her to go show them.

As Aizawa and Eri made their way out of the store, Mirio stood there for a second longer, watching the interaction with an odd mix of admiration and butterflies. You turned to him once more, your smile lingering, and for a brief moment, he swore the whole world had narrowed down to just the two of you.

“You like kids, huh?” Mirio finally asked, his voice light with amusement as he raised an eyebrow.

You gave him another wink, the same mischievous glint in your eyes. “What can I say? Perks of the job.”

“Mirio come on!”

“I’ll be right there!”

The blonde waves to you before racing out of the store (almost hitting his face in the glass doors too) before rejoining the group outside. The atmosphere was filled with a blend of excitement and warmth. Mirio stands off to the side, watching you as you got back to work, expertly tying your apron into a neat bow around your waist, your fingers deftly maneuvering the fabric.

There was a lightness in the air, a hint of magic lingering in the moment, and he couldn’t help but smile at the memory of Eri’s excitement.

“Hey, how did it go?” Shinsou nudged him playfully, a sly grin spreading across his face.

Mirio chuckled, scratching the back of his head, his cheeks a little pink. “Oh, you know, just normal stuff,” he replied, trying to play it cool despite the butterflies dancing in his stomach.

The boys—Izuku, Kirishima, Monoma, Bakugou, Tamaki, and Fatgum—quickly gathered around, their curiosity piqued. “Did Eri get her new friend?” Izuku asked eagerly, his eyes shining with enthusiasm.

Eri piped up, bouncing on her toes. “I did! His name is Lemi!” she declared proudly, clutching the plush bear to her chest. Mirio felt a rush of emotion at the name; it felt personal, like a little piece of her heart wrapped in the soft fabric.

“Lemi? That’s adorable!” Kirishima exclaimed, leaning closer to get a better look. But then Eri faltered, her expression shifting as she realized she hadn’t dressed him yet.

Just then, Aizawa approached, his expression mildly bemused. “You can come back another day to dress him,” he said, and Mirio, without thinking, immediately volunteered, “I’ll take her!”

Eri’s face lit up, and she eagerly opened the box for everyone to see, her excitement palpable. “Look!” she exclaimed, revealing Lemi nestled among other items.

Bakugou, who had been watching with a critical eye, leaned in. “What’s in the bag?” he asked, crossing his arms with a hint of suspicion.

Aizawa paused, confusion flickering across his face before he reached into the bag and pulled out what looked like a small collection of outfits. The group gathered closer as he spread the items out on a nearby table in the food court, their eyes widening in amazement.

“Are those…?” Kirishima began, his voice trailing off as they all realized the outfits were mini versions of their hero costumes.

Mirio felt his heart swell with pride and warmth. He glanced at Eri, who was practically glowing with joy, her eyes shining like stars. When she spotted Mirio’s hero costume tucked inside, she squealed in delight.

“Look! It’s just like yours!”

With an infectious smile, she hugged him tightly, and in that moment, Lemi echoed a familiar phrase: “You’re so cool!” Her joyous squeak made everyone burst into laughter, and as she dropped the bear in surprise, Bakugou lunged forward, catching it just in time.

“Careful!” Bakugou grunted, a mix of irritation and fondness in his voice. The group shared a knowing look, the camaraderie palpable.

Izuku gently took the bear from Bakugou and squeezed its tummy. “Wow, it talks!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide with amazement. Lemi chimed in again, this time explaining that the voice must have come with the bear.

Mirio’s heart raced as he pieced it all together, realizing you must have been the one holding the voice box when he first approached Eri. A warm smile spread across his face at the thought of you crafting this magical experience for her.

Just then, Aizawa pulled out a note from his pocket and handed it to Mirio. There was a hint of a smile on his usually stoic face. “This is for you,” he said, his tone teasing yet encouraging.

Mirio took the note, his breath hitching slightly as he swore he could feel the warmth from your fingertips had left for him.

As the teasing continued, Mirio felt a wave of nervousness wash over him, the excitement now mixed with anxiety. The note felt heavier in his hands, and he was unsure how to handle the sudden attention. With a quick glance at Tamaki, he decided to pass the note to him instead, hoping his friend might read it without the weight of all their curious eyes on him.

Tamaki accepted the note with a shaky hand, his face a mix of confusion and surprise. He cleared his throat softly before unfolding it, his cheeks already turning a deep shade of red. As he read, the whispers and laughter around them faded, all eyes drawn to him.

Mirio watched anxiously as Tamaki’s eyes widened, a hint of disbelief crossing his features. “U-um…” he stammered, before glancing back at Mirio, his voice barely above a whisper. “S-Sorry,” he managed to say, quickly handing the note back with a beet-red face.

“What does it say?” Izuku urged, leaning in closer, curiosity shining in his eyes.

Tamaki, flustered, mumbled, “It’s… um… really nice.”

Mirio took the note back, heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath and began to read aloud:

“Hey! :D Mirio, right? Thanks for being so wonderful today! I really enjoyed spending time with you and Eri. You’ve got a really cute smile! If you’re not seeing anyone, let's hang out soon! If you ever want to chat or need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out. I’d love to hook Lemi up again. ;3

Looking forward to seeing you and your Eri<33! — Your local Pastel Goth

x-678-999-8212

It was a simple thank you, but at the bottom, your number was scrawled neatly, making his heart leap.

Eri watched him, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “What does it say?” she asked, her tiny voice full of curiosity.

“It’s a note from the lady,” he said, unable to hide the grin on his face. “She said we can plan more fun days together.”

The boys exchanged glances, a mix of surprise and teasing delight washing over their expressions. Eri squealed with excitement, her little hands clapping. “She thinks you’re wonderful!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with joy.

“Look at Mirio, all blushing!” Monoma laughed, while Bakugou rolled his eyes but couldn’t help a smirk.

Mirio’s heart raced, warmth creeping into his cheeks as he tried to play it cool. “It’s just a note,” he stammered, but the grin on his face betrayed his feigned nonchalance.

“Just a note? Dude, that’s definitely more than just a note!” Kirishima chimed in, clapping him on the back with enthusiasm.

Tamaki, still blushing, looked down at his feet, mumbling, “I-I think she likes you…”

As the teasing continued, Mirio couldn’t help but feel a sense of happiness blooming inside him. The nervousness ebbed away, replaced by excitement at the thought of seeing you again. Eri’s bubbly enthusiasm and the camaraderie of his friends made it all feel so much brighter, like everything was finally falling into place.

Bakugou rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress a smirk. “You’re such a dork,” he teased, earning a playful shove from Kirishima.

Fatgum chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “You boys better watch out. Mirio’s got a secret weapon now,” he said, gesturing to the note with a grin.

As the playful banter continued, Mirio felt a swell of happiness. The bond he was forming with you, Eri, and the rest of the group felt like a bright beacon in his life. He couldn’t wait for the next mall adventure, knowing that you would be a part of it.

“Let’s get home before your classmates burn the dorms down.”

🌞 😄 🧱 👊🌞 😄 🧱 👊🌞 😄 🧱 👊

As the day wound down and the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow through the window of Aizawa’s living room, Mirio found a cozy spot on the couch with Eri nestled against him. The warmth of the moment wrapped around them like a comforting blanket, Eri’s small fingers clutching the note you’d written, her eyelids growing heavy as sleep threatened to claim her.

Mirio, still buzzing from the day’s events, felt the soft rhythm of Eri’s breath against him, her little body rising and falling in a peaceful slumber. He couldn’t help but smile, his heart swelling with affection for the girl who had quickly become so dear to him. The note rested on his chest, a tangible reminder of you and the promise of more moments to come.

Just then, Shinsou, lounging nearby, couldn’t resist the urge to capture the scene. He quietly pulled out his phone, careful not to disturb the tranquil atmosphere. The sight of Mirio, looking blissfully content with Eri curled up beside him, was too precious to pass up. With a mischievous grin, he snapped a quick picture, the soft glow of the screen illuminating his face for just a moment.

“Adorable,” Shinsou whispered to himself, stifling a chuckle as he looked at the picture. Mirio stirred slightly but didn’t wake, a gentle smile still gracing his features. The room was filled with a sense of warmth and safety, the bond between them solidifying in the simplicity of the moment.

As Mirio drifted further away, he felt a sense of contentment wash over him. It was a day well spent, and he couldn’t help but look forward to what tomorrow would bring for them all.

🌞 😄 🧱 👊🌞 😄 🧱 👊🌞 😄 🧱 👊

The morning sun filtered through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the breakfast table where Eri, Mirio, and Shinsou were happily digging into a stack of fluffy pancakes. Eri’s eyes sparkled with delight as she drizzled syrup over her stack, the sweet smell wafting through the air.

As they chatted and giggled, the sound of shuffling feet approached. Aizawa emerged from his room, tousled hair and sleepy eyes, just as Yamada bustled in, carrying a plate piled high with golden pancakes.

“Good morning, Shouta!” he called cheerfully, setting the plate down in front of him.

“Did everyone sleep well?” Aizawa asked, his voice still raspy from sleep as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

Eri beamed up at him, her cheeks stuffed with pancakes. “I slept great! And guess what, Mr. Aizawa? Mirio called that lady from the store last night to set up a playdate at the park today! We’re going to hang out together!”

Mirio’s face instantly turned crimson, his cheeks matching the color of a ripe tomato as he fumbled with his fork. “I, uh... it’s not like that!” he stammered, his embarrassment palpable. Shinsou, sitting across from him, stifled a laugh behind his hand, a smirk spreading across his face as he watched Mirio squirm.

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Just be safe, you two. And remember to keep an eye on Eri,” he added, glancing pointedly at Mirio, who was still blushing fiercely.

“Of course!” Eri chirped, her excitement infectious. Mirio, despite his flushed face, couldn’t help but feel a rush of joy at the thought of seeing you again. He grinned, the anticipation bubbling within him as he tried to play it cool.

“Yeah, we’ll have a great time!”

Meanwhile, on your end, you were sprawled across your bed, heart still racing from the phone call. Your face was buried in your pillow as you squealed, muffling the sound of your excitement. He really called me! He really called me! you thought, replaying every detail in your mind, savoring it like your favorite song.

You remembered the moment his number flashed on your phone screen. Not knowing who it was, you picked up with a casual, "Hello?" but inside you were buzzing with nerves, especially when you heard his voice crack a little as he started talking.

"H-Hey! It's Mirio... I hope I'm not calling too late," he said, his voice warm but tinged with a kind of awkwardness that made him even more endearing. You could practically see him rubbing the back of his neck, just like when he’d been standing in the store earlier.

"No, you're fine!" you replied, a smile spreading across your face as you pressed the phone tighter to your ear. You had just finished working around midnight before heading home to eat a grilled cheese and shower before climbing into your black strawberry print sheets.

Did your bones ache? 100% absolutely, no doubt about it. But you really liked the afflictions of his voice and it beats the boyfriend asmr you listen to sometimes to fall asleep.

"What’s up?"

There was a pause, and you could hear him exhale, almost like he was gathering courage. "I, uh... Eri wanted to go to the park tomorrow, and I thought maybe... if you’re not busy, you could... join us? If you want. No pressure! I mean, it’s just a park. A public place. With, you know, swings and stuff... so, uh..."

You giggled softly, letting him off the hook. "A public place, huh? That sounds very safe. I'd love to come along."

He sighed in relief, but then there was a moment of silence before he awkwardly admitted, "I... actually realized I never got your name. Kinda... embarrassing, huh?"

You grinned, teasing him just a little, "Oh, so you called me without even knowing my name? Bold move, Mirio."

He chuckled nervously. "Y-yeah, I guess so! I just... I couldn’t stop thinking about how nice it was talking to you today. You’re, like, really easy to talk to. And, uh..." He hesitated again, and you could feel the shift in his tone, his vulnerability coming through.

"You’re really pretty, too. That’s... part of it. You’ve got this energy, you know? It’s just... it feels good to be around you. So I figured I’d take a chance."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you felt a wave of warmth spread through you. You teased him again, just lightly. "Oh really? Well, you’re not too bad yourself. I’ve gotta say, you did look pretty good today with the sun shining over you like that."

'I wanted to bite your lips when you smiled.'

There was a bashful laugh on the other end of the line. "You think so? I felt so nervous talking to you, I thought I might trip over my own words."

"Well, you did great," you replied softly, feeling your own nerves start to settle. Talking to him was surprisingly easy, despite how flustered you both were.

You thought back to the way he had smiled earlier, how his eyes crinkled in the most charming way when he looked down at Eri, and how, for a moment, you'd feel a little flutter of nerves yourself. Thank God for Eri being there to smooth over the tension. You found yourself wishing you had asked him for a hug before he left.

'No,no,no, that would be weird! AGH!'

As you lay there now, hugging your pillow, your mind wandered back to how close he’d stood to you, and that same flutter of nerves returned. You dropped the pillow from your face and sat up, grinning like a kid. Your heart was still racing, but this time it was all excitement.

“Can’t wait,” you whispered to yourself, the smile lingering on your lips as you hopped out of bed to get ready for tomorrow’s ‘play date’—if that’s what you could even call it.

You had a gut feeling it would be more than just that.~

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Dodge This!

Mirio Togata x reader (ft. Tamaki Amajiki)

~ Mirio has a new hobby and he just had to bring you along to cheer him on.

W.C. 2.6k

a/n: this was a sleep-deprived idea but I really am happy at how this turned out. I really had to incorporate some non-canon pop culture references for narrative sake.

The dimly lit pathways do little to conceal the drying puddles of rainwater on the street around you as you and your boyfriend, Mirio Togata, pass rows of darkened buildings in the city's warehouse district.

"Are you sure we're heading to the right place, Mirio?" You whisper, looking around for any sign of another person. "It seems awfully quiet around here."

He gives you a smile and drapes one of his strong arms around you, pulling you close. "There's nothing to worry about, y/n; we'll get to the gym soon. I just can't wait for you to see me play."

The game in question, dodgeball…

It's no secret pro heroes have some of the hardest jobs out there. Over time, pros have found ways to unwind after work just like everyone else, joining book clubs, poker groups, and adult sports teams.

The latter of which has been gaining more traction in recent years.

After hearing about a quirk-friendly recreational dodgeball league, Mirio jumped at the chance to sign up for a chance to use his quirk for something other than work. The first few times he had gone out, he returned sweaty, slightly bruised from ducking and diving against the gym floor, but more happy than you have seen him in a while.

This is saying something because he is literally a big ball of Sunshine, hope, and optimism. All wrapped in a thick coating of good humor and affection.

At first, you did not want to go. Not because you weren't interested in watching a bunch of Pro Heroes throw rubber balls at one another but because it seemed like this was his thing. This little league has been so therapeutic for him you didn't want to inject yourself into the experience. But after weeks of pleading from him, you finally relented, knowing that in your heart, he wants to share this new and exciting part of his life with you, the person he loves most in the world.

"Oh, watch your step there," he says suddenly. His large forearm shoots out in front of your stomach to stop you from stepping into a massive pothole full of rainwater.

"Thank you." Looking down into the deep hole in the ground, you shudder, imagining the uncomfortable sensation of walking around all night with a sock drenched in rainwater. "You really saved me there, Lemillion." your smile is soft as you meet his twinkling gaze.

His smiling cheeks flush a light pink color at the soft way you said his Hero name. "Anything for you," he beams, taking your hand and guiding you over the obnoxiously large puddle. His hand stays comfortably on your own as you continue walking down the paved street. He happily hums the Mission Impossible theme song, his current hyper-fixation, until he comes to a stop in front of a large warehouse. The white fluorescent light on the outside flickers as it is circled by big white moths.

"And here we are," he declares, turning his attention to you. His features turn serious as he places both of his hands on your shoulder. "Now, do you remember the first rule of underground dodgeball?"

"Ummm, don't talk about underground dodgeball?" you reply as his poker face shatters into his usual joyful features.

"That's it,” he laughs, his body practically buzzing with excitement.

"I should've never made you watch Fight Club, "you mutter under your breath as he takes some sort of access card out of his jacket pocket and slides it into the electronic lock. It beeps in response and the little red light on the side of the sensor turns from red to green as the metal doors open for the both of you.

You are flabbergasted at the complexity of the private facility. "All this for dodgeball?" this is kinda high tech, and you wonder which one of the country's extremely wealthy, retired Pro Heroes decided to fund this operation.

"Yeah, isn't it the best?" he asks, practically bounding down the short hallway toward the ever-growing sound of chatter. His mannerisms remind you of a golden retriever on its way to the dog park. The mental image brings a smile to your lips as you step into a massive gymnasium, its warm overhead lights illuminating the whole room.

A massive indoor sports court lies in the center of the room, surrounded by a few rows of bleachers.

There are already a multitude of heroes and sidekicks standing around the room, some tossing red rubber balls into the padded walls with a scary strength behind them. The impact sends shivers down your spine as you worriedly look to Mirio. But he doesn't seem nervous in the slightest at the possibility of decapitation by rubber ball. Instead, his blue eyes are alight with the fires of competitive determination.

"This is…" The word frightening lingers on the tip of your tongue, but he beats you to the punch.

"Incredible isn't it? In here we get to let loose a bit and have fun without worrying about our rankings or the media."

You nod, noticing the carefree smiles of the other Heroes in the room. This league is a good thing for them to have fun and just act like they are normal people whilst throwing rubber balls at each other.

He looks at the clock counting down on the switchboard above the gym and shoots you an embarrassed grin. "It looks like we are cutting it a bit close today. My game starts in five minutes, so I'll have to warm up a bit so I can really impress you."

"I'm already impressed with you Mirio," you smile fondly. "I'll go up to the bleachers and get all settled in."

You turn to leave him to his own devices, and you feel a gentle pull on your wrist before you can step away. "Wait," he says firmly, the look on his face dead serious. "You're forgetting something."

"You cock your head to the side and try to remember what he could be talking about. When he sees that furrow in your brow, his serious face melts away, revealing that mischievous boyish grin that never fails to make your heart skip a beat. "You forgot my good luck kiss."

"Oh my," you mock gasp, "how could I forget such an important thing?"

He shakes his head, "It's a crime for sure; you'll have to pay double for this infraction."

"I think that can be arranged," you chuckle, closing the short distance between your two bodies and pressing two gentle pecks to his lips. The kiss is brief, but you can still taste the berry-flavored chapstick he put on earlier lingering on his lips.

You pull away and playfully tug down on the hem of his shirt. "Good luck, Mirio," you murmur, nudging him off toward the court where his other teammates are waiting for him.

It's a short walk up a lightweight metal staircase to the raised bleachers. Since these leagues are pretty low profile, there aren't many spectators. You see a few groups of people waiting to play in the next round, but near the back of the bleachers, you spot a familiar-looking head of indigo hair sitting all by themselves.

"Hello, Tamaki," you say, coming over to sit next to your friend. "I didn't know you were on one of the dodgeball teams."

"I'm not," he replies, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth. The heavenly aroma of butter fills your nostrils as you pull your gaze away from the bag he must've gotten from one of the little concession areas in the warehouse. "But someone at my agency wanted to make plans tonight, and I told them I was busy, so I decided to come here so I wasn't lying to them."

"Oh, I get it," you say sympathetically. "But I'm glad you're here. I don't really know anyone else, so it will be nice to have someone to talk to."

He gives you a small smile and tilts his popcorn bag towards you. "Thanks y/n. Here, take some. I saw you were looking at it earlier."

"Thank you," you smile embarrassedly at the realization you are just as sneaky as Mirio. "Was it that obvious?"

"Just a little bit," he says.

Suddenly, you are interrupted by the sound of a rubber ball hitting the wall with a terrifying force. It barrels back at the player who threw it like a boomerang. "Wow, do these balls just not pop?"

"Not usually," Tamaki says. "Since these games are for Pro Heros, the equipment was designed by support specialists to be extra durable. Occasionally, things will break, but it's way less common than with normal equipment."

"I see," you say quietly. Instinctually, your eyes dart over to Mirio in concern, but he looks so genuinely happy stretching and talking with his teammates it gives you a sense of security. If he isn't worried, you shouldn't be either.

A short man in a referee uniform steps up to the side of the court and blows the silver whistle from around his neck. The clear, high-pitched sound echoes off the walls, signaling to the teams of six to take the court.

A line of red rubber balls sit motionless in the center of the court. The players are touching the back walls with just the tips of their fingers as they stare the balls down hungrily as they try to decide which one to go for first.

There is a competitive intensity in the air that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up, but when you finally zero in on your boyfriend on the court, he doesn't seem to be at all intimidated.

Instead of the balls or his opponents or anything else game-related, you see that he is looking up in the bleachers right at you. A big, goofy grin rests on his face as he waves up at you enthusiastically.

You laugh and give him a small wave back just as the starting whistle blows, and both teams are off. Mario doesn't run toward the line of ammunition at all; he hangs back and paces across the floor with an open, unassuming posture that basically invites his opponents to chuck a ball at his chest.

It doesn't take long until the first player takes the bait. A woman with plum-colored skin and a long silver ponytail steps up and throws the ball his way with a wicked speed. It has a slight backspin as it barrels toward his face.

It gets closer and closer until he activates his quirk, and it passes harmlessly through his body and hits the wall behind him. If it weren't for the special workout clothes he was wearing, you would worry about him sinking through the ground and popping up completely naked.

"Nice throw," he smiles, crouching slightly to pick up the now harmless ball. "If that had hit me, I would definitely feel that tomorrow." He winds up his throw and slings it across the court with a curve.

The woman dodged just barely, but the man behind her wasn't so lucky. The ball hits one of his spring-loaded knees as he tries to leap out of the way and is sent off by the referee.

"Way to go Mirio." you cheer happily. When the sound of your voice reaches his ear, he can't help but puff out his chest with pride.

'Watch me,' he mouths, stepping into the middle of the court.

"Looks like someone is getting overconfident," Tamaki mutters next to you.

"What do you mean?" you ask as Mirio sneaks a smile your way just as his opponents throw three balls at him at once. Thanks to his quirk, he is basically untouchable. If this whole 'hero thing' doesn't work out, you are sure he will have a promising career in the underground dodgeball circuit.

Because that is totally a real thing.

"Wow, he's incredible," you murmur to Tamaki.

"He is," the hero replies, "but Mirio has a weakness."

"Really?" you ask, struggling to think of how he can lose at this game, "how so?"

"Just watch, you'll see what I mean," he replies, taking a long sip from his water bottle.

And watch you do.

As the game rages on, Mirio's teammates are picked off one by one until Mirio finds himself staring down his opponents. The woman with the silver ponytail and the man with the strength quirk you saw earlier warming up. 2 vs. 1 may not be a fair fight, but you have full faith in your boyfriend.

His evasive maneuvers are professional and practiced. He is so good at dodging, ducking, dipping, diving, and dodging some more until all of the balls on the playing field end up on his side, safely out of his opponent's reach.

With a bright red ball in his hand, you see him wind up his throw, rush to the top of the court, and send it flying through the air with all his might.

But the man from before, smiling in his black leather singlet (which cannot be comfortable), catches the ball with one of his giant hands as if it were a balloon.

Mirio is out.

The ref blows the final whistle, and the match ends.

After shaking hands with each one of his opponents, his smile falls, and he sulks over to you with his head hung low. "Ahhh, I was so close," he groans, plopping down next to you and leaning his sweat-dusted brow on your shoulder.

"But you played so well," you say gently, consoling him. "This is so much fun to watch. Thank you for inviting me."

He perks up and puts his chin on your shoulder. "You had fun?"

You nod and press your lips to his forehead. "So much fun."

Tamaki clears his throat. "You player well, fo you play again?"

"Tamaki, thank you for coming." Mirio smiles, looking over to his best friend. "Yeah, I think we play again after this game. Do you want to play? I think we can add in an extra player."

The indigo-haired man's eyes go wide as he starts to shake his head. "N-no, I can't."

"Why not?" Mirio asks cocking his head to the side."

You watch as Tamaki tries to come up with an excuse. “Because… because…”

"That doesn't sound like a reason to me." you hum thoughtfully.

Mirio claps his hands together. "Perfect, then you'll be playing on my team in the next round."

"We could get ice cream afterward." you offer as the shy hero accepts his fate.

He narrows his eyes. "Fine, I'll play. But you're paying."

"Done," you agree, as your boyfriend looks like he is about to burst from happiness at the idea of playing dodgeball with his best friend.

"This is great!" he exclaims, patting Tamaki on the back. "There's extra clothes in the locker room in the back, go get changed."

"You sound too excited about this," Suneater mumbles as he heads off toward where the locker room must be, with the slightest hint of pep in his step.

Your boyfriend looks at you warmly, his sapphire eyes filled with love as he takes your hand. "Thank you for helping me convince him to play. I think this will be good for him to let loose a bit."

"I think you guys will have fun." you say earnestly, "I can't wait to watch."

Mirio gently pokes your cheeks.

"Hey y/n?"

"Babe?"

"The love of my life?"

You scoff as his enthusiasm brings a smile to your lips. "Yes?"

"If we win the next game can I get two scoops?" he leans in close to you and peppers your face with bribing kisses, your favorite form of currency."

"Mirio, if you win. I'll get you three scoops."

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haruka-norikoyo · 7 months ago

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Monoma x reader who is Mirio’s sibling Part 4

Welp, this ended up as a long one. Enjoy!

Other parts:

Part 4/?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When you had gotten back to class after running after your brother, you were met with a barrage of questions from your friends. Things such as “what happened?” “who died?” and “are you okay?”

You’d just brushed it off, saying you were feeling silly. “What do you mean you were feeling silly!?” Kaminari gawks at you, unconvinced.

You shrug, smiling mysteriously. “Turns out it was a false alarm.”

“You said ‘he’s gonna kill him!’ and begged Aizawa sensei to let you leave— what false alarm could it possibly be?”

“A false one.”

Sero groans. “You really are a smartass sometimes…”

“Ehe.”

“Don’t you ‘ehe’ me!”

***

>> “wanna hang out in my dorm after school?”

You raised your brow at Neito’s message, looking over at his table. He’s usually more discreet than texting you while eating lunch with his friends. Then you remember that 1-B now knows about your relationship with him thanks to this morning’s incident. There’s no need to be secretive now. >> “<3”

>> “i’ll take that as a yes then”

>> “😘”

***

You stand in front of 1-B’s dorm building, staring at the door with growing apprehension. Sure, you’d been there before. Several late night conversations with your boyfriend, but only ever through the window of their common room. You’d never actually been inside to meet with him. Your palms are getting sweaty, so you rub them on your pants.

I wonder what his classmates think of me… That’s the biggest thing in your mind. You feel like you know them through Neito, always talking fondly of them. Not the bragging he usually does with your classmates. The thoughtful— sincere, side of him shines through when he shares his experience with his class with you. You reckon he’s nervous too. Two of what he loves having a formal meeting. You must’ve been been standing there a while, because someone catches sight of you from the window and hurriedly runs to the door.

“Togata-san, you’re here for Monoma, right?” a boy with a braid, whom you recognize as Rin opens the door. He smiles politely at you, which you return immediately.

“Yeah,” you nod. That sounded a lot more curt than you hoped, so you spluttered to say more. “Ah— um..! Thanks for getting the door. Rin-san, right? Neito talks a lot about you and your classmates so I know a lot about you guys— w-wait, not like in a creepy way I mean— a good way? Um…” I wanna ask Honenuki-san to bury me in the earth… Rin blinks. He chuckles softly, waving his hand. “Ah, yeah, I get it. Please come in.”

You shut your mouth, only muttering a small, “thank you” while you look down in embarrassment. Rin just smiles and leads you into the dorm. Class 1-B’s building isn’t so different from 1-A’s. It’s the same interior and layout, which you were expecting.

“Togata-san’s here, where’s Monoma?” Rin asks as you enter the lounge area. On the couch were Kaibara, Kamakiri, Tsubaraba, and Tetsutetsu.

“Last time I checked, he’s in his room,” Kaibara shrugs, looking over the couch. He makes eye contact with you. “Hey Togata, welcome to 1-B dorm.”

You smile and wave at the boys peeking over the couch, gulping down your nervousness.

Tetsutetsu sat up and cups his hand over his mouth in the direction of the staircase. “Lover boy..! Togata’s here!!! Like— your Togata, not the scary upperclassman.”

“Oh! Togata’s here?” Turning around, you see Tokage and Kodai approaching you. “Kendo’s not here right now, so in her stead I’ll say this— make yourself at home! You’re welcome over here.”

“Thank you,” you scratch your cheek, which is heating up from everyone’s eyes on you. “I’m happy to be here.”

The girls sit down over at the other couch, Tokage patting the spot beside her. “C’mon, have a seat!”

Hm, Neito seems to be talking a while, so… “Sure.” You set down the small bag you brought on the floor in front of you as you sit down. It was filled with snacks Neito and you both like, as well as your water bottle. Tokage looks at you and grins. “Mind if we ask stuff about you and Monoma? We’re curious.”

“We tried asking him earlier, but was too embarrassed to say anything. He was red..!” Kaibara says with a snicker. “Oh, well, I don’t mind answering,” you shrug.

“Well, if that’s the case, how long have you and Monoma have been together?” Rin asks.

You hum, looking up in thought. “Oh, since near the end of middle school.”

“Before the year even started!” Tsubaraba says in mock offense. “He never said anything!”

You chuckle, feeling your shoulders start to loosen up as you converse. “Well, he says he didn’t get the chance to mention it. Then after the stuff in the sports festival, well…” That’s mostly when his vendetta against your class started. The surrounding 1-B seems to have figured much as well, letting out a collective “Ah”.

“Makes sense, makes sense.”

“You don’t mind him tearing into your class daily?” Kamakiri asks. “From what I’ve seen, you’re fairly close with your classmates.”

“Well, none of them seem hurt by his remarks, and I know he doesn’t mean the stuff he says against them. Plus, Kendo-san’s always there to stop him if he says anything too far.”

“Yeah! Kendo’s amazing ain’t she?”

“Mhm! She really is.” You nod over at Tetsutetsu. “But Neito does stop mentioning things when I ask him to.” Ahem, that one time with Iida and the Stain incident.

“You’re pretty amazing yourself for that, Togata…” Kamakiri says, grimacing at the amount of times Kendo had told Neito not to try and provoke class 1-A. “It’s favoritism! He’s so cheesy!” Tsubaraba laughs, then looks at you. “Is he like, the super romantic type? Oh please tell us!” Everyone else leans closer in anticipation, eager to tease Neito with whatever new information you reveal. Aw, they really do love him! You were happy to oblige despite the high chance that your boyfriend will complain about it. “Oh he’s the sweetest..!” you gush. You’d take any opportunity to humble brag about your Neito. “He kisses my wrist every time he sees me. He’s so thoughtful. He knows what kind of date I might be in the mood for. Like one time it was raining, he took me to this manga cafe with a super comfy atmosphere. He’s sooo supportive and reliable too! He helps me train with my quirk by copying it and giving pointers. And and—”

You hear clamoring upstairs and stop your rambling in confusion.

Just then, Neito rushes down. “(Y/n)! Sorry, I was… uh, busy.”

Honenuki peeks his head out from the top of the stairs. “He was franticly cleaning his room because he wants to impress Togata. Kehehe.”

“S-Shut up Honenuki! I wasn’t!” Neito looks back, but the skull faced boy was already out of sight. He just grumbles and continues descending the stairs. “About time lover boy arrived!”

“Stop calling me that Tetsu!”

“What? It’s not a wrong description from what Togata’s been telling us,” Togake grins, patting you on the shoulder. Neito looks at you, aghast, like this is the ultimate betrayal. “(Y/n), what did you tell them?!”

You smile sheepishly, “I just told them how good of a boyfriend you are…”

“Urgh…” Neito averts his eyes. He could never be truly upset with you. “Well, if that’s all you’ve told them…”

“So there’s embarrassing stories they could tell us!? Togata, spill!”

“Nuh uh! We’re going to my room!” Neito picks up your bag from the floor and ushers you out of the lounge area with his other hand on your back.

“Aw! You’re no fun lover boy!”

Neito grumbles as you round the steps, running into Shiozaki who was heading out of her room.

“Do care not to do anything the lord would not condone while you’re in there,” she says.

“We’re not!” By this point, Neito’s face is flushed red. He quickens his pace as he leads you to his room, slamming the door once you’re both in. He takes a deep breath.

“Well that went lovely,” you grin. Looking around the room, everything is tidy. Not that Neito is a particularly messy person, but his dresser seems suspiciously packed as if he’d just shoved any clutter in there.

Neito groans, falling back on his bed with your bag in hand. Instead of dignifying your remark with a response, he waves the strap of your bag, “You got the snacks in here?”

“Of course I do. Scooch over,” you sit down as he rolled to his side to make room for you. “Not really much though. Just two small bags cause my allowance is low. Got any drinks? I want something cold.”

He huffs, stretching his arm for his laptop on his desk. He was adamant on staying laid out on the bed, so you reached for it instead. “There’s soda in the kitchen, which I could get, but that means, well…”

“I could go down there myself if you don’t wanna be teased by your friends,” you were already beginning stand up when Neito wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you back down.

“Oh but how could I make my lovely partner run errands?”

You laugh as he dumps you on the bed, one arm still around you. His other one grabs his bedsheets. Soon, you were wrapped up like a cocoon.

“Besides, you’re gonna reveal something embarrassing about me while I don’t have my eye on you,” he murmurs, sending you a mock glare. He kisses your forehead, getting up.

“Aww, you’re really gonna subject yourself to teasing for me?” Neito rolls his eyes. Before heading out the door, he says, “There’s ice cream too. Want some?”

“Ooh, sure. What kind?”

“Just vanilla. But I think we still have syrups and other toppings left. I’m sure they won’t mind if we hog the class stash for our little date,” he leaves you with a wink, gently shutting the door behind him. You smile and shake your head, scrolling through the movie options in his laptop on your shared Netflix account.

Full of caution, Neito sneaks down the stairs. Everyone you’d left in the lounge area are still there, chatting. He shuffles away from them silently and slips into the kitchen.

He got the soda, two glasses, the ice cream he’ll get last, and looking at the cupboards, barely anything let alone sprinkles or syrup. Damn it, I forgot it’s restock day. I should’ve checked the pantry before inviting (y/n) over. Neito’s surprised that he’d be so hasty to invite you over. He basically almost perished by the hands of your brother if you hadn’t been found out or arrived on time, and his first thought was to go on a little movie date with you now that his class is aware of your relationship. He realizes that he misses you a lot more than he realizes. It’s petulant. It’s not as if you’re long distance. But that’s how he feels being unable to be by your side for a proper date after the dorm system got implemented. (Y/n) already brought snacks so… it should be fine? He can’t help but lament the less than perfect scenario. It isn’t a big deal but he isn’t the type to settle—

“What’re you standing in thought for?”

Neito nearly jumps, only now noticing that Kendo, Bondo, Komori, and Kuroiro are back. In their hands are several plastic bags from the grocery store. “Perfect timing, Kendo!”

She raises a brow at him as she sets down the bags she’s holding, “That’s suspicious. Usually you’re trying to shake me off in order to berate class A.”

He scoffs, but holds back his smartass retorts. “Did you guys buy sprinkles and syrup?”

“Yeah, I think it was in that bag.”

Neito quickly rummages through the bag Kuroiro pointed him to. “Needless to say, I’ll reimburse in the jar.” Ergo, the jar the class each contributes their allowances to for groceries. Bondo glances at the two cups and two bowls, and like a puzzle piece being glued— heh— he remembers the events of this morning. “Ah, these are for Togata-san.”

“Uh huh,” Neito absentmindedly says, heading over to the freezer and finding less that a third of ice cream in the final tub. “Shoot.”

“We bought more.”

“Thanks,” he mutters, turning back to the bags.

“Wait, if it’s for your date, my parents sent me creampuffs. You should take them with you,” Kinoko says, moving to retrieve them from the pantry.

“Really? Are you sure? You just said that they’re from your parents.”

Kinoko waves it off. “They’re just leftovers from one of my relative’s store. I get them all the time. You can just get a couple if you don’t wanna take all of them.”

“Hm, I do have a box of microwave popcorn in my room… are you doing a movie date?” Kuroiro asks.

“Yeah, but…”

Somehow, his classmates ended up giving their own contributions, which ended up in Neito pushing a tray cart filled with snacks up the stairs. The trays of which are lent by Shoda and the cart itself by Tsunotori.

Is it like when there’s only one child to spoil in a family? Neito wonders. You are the singular couple in the first year hero course. Maybe that’s a part of it. He disregards the high probability that they’re hoping that he’d be somewhat cordial with your class while he’s dating you. Little do they know you quite like it when he gets a tad insane. Behind him, he’s dragging a wagon behind him piled with blankets and clothes pins because Honenuki suggested making a fort with you. They very much hijacked your date, but he’s still grateful about it, whatever their reason may be for helping.

He carries the wagon and cart up the stairs, having copied Yanagi’s quirk. Reaching the top, he’s faced with Mirio’s head peeking out from the floor in the middle of the hallway.

Neito stares. Mirio stares back.

“Hello.”

“Hello to you too, onii-san. Are you here to kill me?”

“Haha, no. (Y/n) will never forgive me,” he says, sticking his arm out of the floor to rub his head.

Neito shifts in place. What’s he here for then? A drop of sweat trickles down from his forehead as he waited for Mirio to reiterate what he’s here for.

“I’m here because I’d like to make an offer to you. Think of it as an olive branch being extended.”

Neito raises a brow. A peace offering? “I’m listening…”

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