Awase x Monoma
Fav thing: someone level headed for Monoma
Least fav thing: GIVE ME MORE 1B
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Do I ship them: at least as friends
Random headcanon: Awase is a mischievous little shit and instead of being just plain antagonistic, he shows Monoma little harmless pranks he can pull on 1A instead
Unpopular opinion: I love that Awase is his backup keeper
Song associated with them: Complicated (Avril Lavigne)
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A small, untitled Monowase drabble I wrote at around 1 am. Set after today’s BnHA episode, contains the bare minimum of spoilers.
Word count: 346
Monoma groans as Awase cleans out his head wound with a damp washcloth. “Smacking me upside the head with a stick? Really? I swear, if we weren’t dating, I would have found a way to do away with you, there and then. The only reason I haven’t done it to Kendou is because I care for her. Also, because she would deck me if I tried.”
Awase only grunts in response to his boyfriend’s spiel, carefully unwrapping a brand new roll of gauze. “Stop squirming around.” There’s an lingering silence between the two while he dresses the wound, only broken by the rustling of plastic and a sniff on Awase’s part. “... I said sorry. And you said my apology was, as I quote, ‘adequately mediocre’.” He ties off the ends of the gauze, the end result crudely resembling the checkered headband he always wore.
Monoma huffs, splaying himself on the couch with a dramatic flourish. He places himself gently, avoiding the boyfriend-induced bruise near his temple. “Well, that was what past me thought. Present me thinks you should do better.” He points towards the bandage on his head. “My head hurts. Do something about it.”
Awase lays down next to him. “I’ve already wrapped it in all the gauze I could find. What more do you want? A kiss to make it all better?” Monoma arches an eyebrow judgmentally, and he sighs. “Of course, of course…” He places a soft kiss as light as butterfly wings onto the side of Monoma’s head. “Happy now, you needly bastard?”
“Mm...” Monoma blinks languidly, a plot hatching in that devious mind of his. “You know... I think my lips sort of ache as well.” Awase’s eyes squint in disbelief, before realisation dawns on his face. Oh, his boyfriend knows exactly what he’s doing.
Their eyes meet for a fleeting second, and Awase can’t help but let out a loud snort. “I’m rescinding my previous kiss. I hate you so much.” Contrary to his harsh words, he leans in and gives Monoma a peck on the lips. “You’re welcome.”
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"Kiss me" with Monoma x Awase?
“You’d never do it, you know,” Monoma had smirked at him, his head leaning slightly to the side.
“Oh yeah?” Yousetsu felt as if that was a challenge, and frankly, he was ready to throw down. There was something about Monoma that always made him feel as if he was on edge, but not exactly in a bad way. More like, there was something that always made him look at him. “You sure about that?”
Maybe it was his ugliness. Because, Yousetsu had to remind himself, Monoma was supposed to be ugly. He was supposed to be, anyways, but it was kind of hard to remember that with his face-
“Mhm, yes. You wouldn’t be able to kiss me,” now his tone was teasing. Monoma held up his chin between his thumb and fingers, and stroked it, as if he was trying to act deep in thought, before gazing back towards Yousetsu. “I’m afraid you’d simply be far too embarrassed to do it, Awase-kun.”
“I totally could,” Yousetsu insisted, leaning in a little closer to Monoma, pointing a finger. “It’s just, I don’t want to.”
“Oh?” Monoma’s lips curled up even wider. “How come?” Monoma turned to face him, and leaned forwards as well. It was pretty distracting, to be honest, and Yousetsu found himself annoyed, and looking away when Monoma and him looked each other in the eyes. Jeez, why the hell was his heart pounding so fast-?
“Yeah, I mean-” Yousetsu found himself stumbling upon his words. “I just-”
“Come on now, Aw- You-kun,” Monoma gave a small laugh, and instantly caught Yousetsu’s attention by using that particular version of his given name. Why the hell would he be calling him that, especially at a time like this? It made him scowl even more than he already was, his face getting hotter and hotter. Probably because he was getting mad, yeah?
That made sense.
He focused back in on what Monoma was saying, now.
“You and I both know you’re just making excuses,” as he said that, he started leaning in uncomfortably close, his nose practically touching Yousetsu’s. Why the hell was he doing. “You just won’t- mphm?!”
Yousetsu felt himself far too annoyed now to think straight, as he forced himself forward, pushing his lips towards Monoma’s. He could feel the other boy’s surprise, but that quickly evaporated as they both got more and more into the kiss. Yousetsu felt Monoma’s arms wrap around his neck, one hand crawling up to hold the back of Yousetsu’s head. He’d never imagined Monoma to be this touchy while kissing - well, not like he’d had imagined it ever, to begin with, but-
Well. Never mind that.
Their lips broke apart, eventually, and the two found themselves breathless for a moment, before Monoma found himself cracking up laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Yousetsu frowned, kind of annoyed that he was doing that now, after they’d just made out like that.
“Oh, well, it’s just-” Monoma looked away slightly, still smiling, but lowering his voice. “-I hadn’t actually thought you’d be able to do it.”
“Wh-” Yousetsu found himself wondering what the hell he was talking about, before he suddenly realized the implications of his sudden action. He’d just kissed Monoma.
Yousetsu felt like he was going to melt, and he practically acted as if he was going to, his legs about to go weak. He wanted to die of embarrassment, especially as Monoma continued to hold him tightly towards him, smiling all the while Yousetsu felt a wave of emotions rush through his face, constantly shifting and moving and fretting, before it was stopped by Monoma leaning forwards and kissing him again.
This kiss lasted much shorter than the previous one, but did manage to make Yousetsu feel a bit more comfortable with the situation - a bit less embarrassed of being held so lovingly and tightly by Monoma, though it wasn’t like he was actually resisting it. Though, much like the last kiss, they eventually seperated.
“I’d really like to be more than just friends with you, You-kun,” Monoma practically whispered, and Yousetsu his heart skip a beat as he heard those words.
“I mean, y-yeah, I-” Yousetsu muttered nervously, before finally blurting out, without hesitation, “You’re still ugly, though.”
Monoma - or would it be Neito now? He’d have to talk about this later - gave out an earnest laugh. “I think I can live with that, so long as I get to kiss someone like you more,” he said with a wink. Yousetsu felt himself practically melt once more, as he pushed his face into Neito’s shoulder.
Maybe they could kiss some more.
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Title: The One - Monowase
UA has a dance, like their own version of Prom or Homecoming that includes all three years and every class.
Awase and Monoma have been pinning after each other but neither have said anything and neither know that the other likes them.
Cue one of their friends, probably Tetsu but Kendou joins in to stop any type of thing that could go horribly bad.
Somehow they get the two to talk about something, meaning that they’re off to the side of the dance floor, just the two of them, when a slow song comes on. After messing with the spotlights, it lands on the two of them and they end up dancing.
Both bash the fact that they are being forced to do it but then Awase mumbles that “it’s actually kind of fucking nice,” and, when Monoma realizes what he said, runs away.
Monoma chases after him and they talk in the weird backwards way they do, both not fully confessing but they both still understand that they are actually confessing, and go out to the dance floor together for the rest of the night.
~~SEND ME A TITLE AND I’LL SUMMARIZE A FIC I’D WRITE FOR IT~~
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