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phant0mth1ef · 3 months ago

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when i’m around, slow dancing in the dark.

ua wasn’t known for their reputation of doing normal school activities, and not once in your three years of being there had you ever thought that you’d get the normal highschool experiences.

like dances, attending school sports games, or even regular normal school festivals where everyone is welcome & allowed to interact with the students.

so when ua announced that they’d be throwing a winter formal for the third years due to the war they were forced to fight in back in first year, oh you could be all your money that you & the girls were going to go all out.

in the weeks leading up to the dance, the hall was filled with decorations, people asking other people to the dance, and even just a cheery feel in the atmosphere.

you’d nearly shrieked when kaminari snuck up on you asking how he should ask jirou to the dance, of course you’d helped him.

once kaminari let it be known that you were the one to give him such flawless advice, many men from your class came to you looking for help in their endeavors.

tokoyami wanted to ask asui. midoriya wanted to ask uraraka. iida wanted to ask hatsume. ojiro wanted to ask hagakure. kirishima wanted to ask ashido. even awase from class b wanted your help when he asked yaoyorozu.

even through all this, you still hadn’t managed to find a date for yourself.

“pst.”

you’d turned your head, unable to find the source of the noise.

“pssst! over here!” the whisper grew louder as you walked in the direction of the noise.

monoma neito met your eyes as he tugged you into a hidden portion of the hallway, nearly tripping you in the process.

“listen. i don’t have a date. you don’t have a date. i don’t want to look like a loser. connect the dots, if you will.” he spoke hurriedly as your face contorted into a look of confusion.

“i thought you would go with kendo?”

“she’s bringing some guy from shiketsu. it infuriates me, yes, but not more than the possibility of me not having a date. it can be strictly platonic, i just can’t show up alone.” he grabbed your shoulders, trying to make sure you understood completely.

“oh. yeah sure i’ll go with you.” you nodded, and with those words he disappeared. likely a quirk he stole in action as you were left there by yourself.

you’d been bombarded once you arrived back at 3a’s dorm, the girls huddling around you and whisking you away while giggling about how monoma was going around bragging that he had a date.

in the corner of your eye you swore you could see s tuft of blonde hair staring at you, his mouth slightly agape as you were shoved into hagakure’s room.

he’d wanted to ask you. of course he’d wanted to ask you. you’d been his best friend since second year, the one person to really understand him and his motives.

the night of the dance came rather quickly, and in the days leading up to it monoma had shown up at your dormitory a few times, coming to pick you up so that you could go find a dress and so he could color coordinate his suit to yours.

because “he’d be damned if you showed up looking a mess to his big night.”

each time he’d picked you up, bakugou would scoff. making his dislike for the boy very unknown.

the dance itself wasn’t much fun. monoma was great and all, but he wasn’t him.

kendo had come up to you both about an hour into the dance, saying she had to urgently talk to monoma. and a few minutes later, he was grinning at you with a thumbs up as they both danced together in unison, the slow song blasting through your ears.

the sound of a chair scraping against the floor echoed through your head as you looked at the noise, your best friend taking a seat with an angry scowl on his face.

“did copy machine just ditch you? that’s fucked.” he scoffed, a glass of punch in one hand as he looked at monoma and kendo.

“nah, we just came with each other so none of us would look stupid alone.”

“are you sayin’ i look stupid because i’m here alone?!” his face turned into a look of realization as you snickered at him.

“a bit, yeah. i dunno. thought you’d ask someone.” you spoke, a look of disappointment on your face.

“eh. don’t like anyone in that way”. you’d looked down at your dress, the fabric bunched in your hands.

“y’know next time you should go with someone who wouldn’t ditch ya. like todoroki or something.” that took the cake as you rose from your seat.

“if you wanted me to go with someone who wouldn’t have left me so bad, then maybe you should’ve asked me yourself!” with that, you turned on your heels retreating back to your dorm room quickly.

he sat there, shocked before he snapped back to reality and followed you.

your heels were discarded once he’d reached the dorm, and you were lying on the couch in the common room as you watched 500 days of summer.

you’d gotten up when you saw him, racing back to your room but he was just too fast.

he grabbed your wrist, prompting you to turn around as he saw slight traces of your mascara had been running across your face.

were you crying?

“look. okay wait stop, just look.” you’d tried to wriggle out of his grasp before deciding to listen.

“fuck. okay. i’m not good with.. this. i dunno. i’ve never done this before. how the hell was i supposed to know you wanted to go with me?” he rambled, tripping over his words. god this was so unlike him.

“i dunno, katsuki. maybe the fact that you’re the only guy i spend time with is part of it!” you were still mad, and tears were pooling in your eyes.

“i know that! okay! i know that! but in my defense, i was going to ask you but then i found out you were going with fuckin’ monoma of all people. who the hell wants to go out with monoma besides kendo? and he wasn’t exactly making it known that you were going in a platonic way.” he’d grumbled the last part.

“i’m sorry, okay? i’m sorry i ruined your night.” you’d pulled him into a hug, he stood there in shock before he hugged back.

“s’not ruined.” you mumbled into the crook of his neck, his eyebrows raised.

“c’mon.” he broke away from the hug, his hands still on your wrist as he led you outside onto the patch of grass that was in front of ua’s dorm.

“gonna look stupid. but i don’t care anymore.”

the music from the dance could still be heard from where you both stood, a slow song beginning to play as he grabbed your waist. instinctively your arms reached for his neck, wrapping around him.

he began to spin you around to the music, the light shining from the moon engulfed the both of you.

you were slow dancing, with bakugou katsuki, in the dark. away from everyone’s eyes.

and when the the song finished, your lips captured his as he returned the action.

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linphd · 2 years ago

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They see your costume rip | Headcanons

female reader

-> While on a fight, your costume rips, making almost all of your breast visible. Luckily for you, they see it and cover it up.

-> Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Hitoshi Shinsou.

Katsuki Bakugou

It was a random training, nothing unusual. But you, using extra knives whenever your quirk can’t be useful, didn’t really expect them to bump into an hardened Kirishima, throwing them right back at you. But luckily for you, you were able to move away so they wouldn’t pierce through you.

Still, it was enough for one of them to rip your costume, on your chest era. Nothing out of the extraordinary for you, often wearing clothes that weren’t really hiding your breast, but still, you were at school and training.

Katsuki was quick to make an explosion, big enough to make smoke, hiding you and him. Indeed, you guys had been paired up, so he was close to you. « Thank you ! » you said. He only nodded and gave you his gauntlet so you would hold it in front of the rip and no one would see.

« But you know, I often wear clothes that show them like that. » you snorted. « So what ? Stop being a whore and be grateful I hid you. There’s this guy in a diaper creeping around. » he replied, his usual angry expression on. « Mineta, right. » you said.

« Come on ! Go back to the lockers to get it fixed ! » he exclaimed, seeing you not moving. « I’ll go, I’ll go ! I just stayed cause I know you like it when I’m a ‘whore’. » you explained, earning a snort from the blonde. You were lucky he never shut you up for flirting with him.

Shoto Todoroki

You were paired up with Shoto during a training. As Bakugou made an explosion too close to you, you were fast enough to jump and not face directly the explosion, but you were still close enough for you costume to rip at its strength.

You didn’t even notice, waiting for the blonde to leave so you’d be sure to stand up and keep training in peace. But as you stood up, Shoto noticed the huge rip in your costume. Not enough for you breast to be out like Momo’s, but enough to be embarrassing for you.

He immediately averted his gaze and created a tiny ice wall in front of you. You were about to look at him curiously when you noticed that you were just way too naked for your liking. « Oh- thanks ! » you said, trying to tie your costume to hide the rip.

« I didn’t look, I just saw a bit your skin so- » he started to explain. « Don’t be embarrassed, it’s okay, it wasn’t on purpose. » you reassured him. You knew a bit about his crush on you, as Izuku was quite the tattletale, actually.

« I managed to tie the front, see ? » you said. He nodded, a bit blushing that he had to look at the knot you had made -it was still your chest area and he was still rather awkward. « You should still… go back to the locker rooms to get it properly fixed… » he said, looking away. You giggled and went to Aizawa to tell him about your rip.

Hitoshi Shinsou

It had been a few weeks since Shinsou started training with the hero branch. You had had your eye on him since the sports festival -where he brainwashed you to be on his team- even before he became muscular and friendly.

So let’s say it was already quite awkward for you to have to train with your crush. But it became even worse when your team -including you, him, Kirishima and Ojiro- got chased by Bakugou’s and the blonde made an explosion so big its strength just made rips on your costume.

At the loud sound, Shinsou turned to see if everyone behind him was okay, when he noticed you. You weren’t hurt, but you had rips in your costume, making it look like you had borrowed Momo’s. The guys had theirs ripped too -if it was possible for Kiri’s to be worse- but he was focused on you.

He threw his scarf at you, so you just caught it, not knowing much what he wanted. Once you all stopped, he noticed you looked confused. « Aren’t you a bit cold ? » he asked, the tiny grin on his face hidden by his mask. Ojiro pointed out your rip and you gasped, hiding by just wearing the scarf.

« Thank you ! » you told the purple haired boy, your cheeks warmer than ever. « You should go to Aizawa to get that fixed. I mean- if you mind it. » he said. « I DO ! I do- yeah… » you tried to say, even more embarrassed than before. Your team left, Shinsou hiding his giggle at your reaction as you also walked away

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dira333 · 7 months ago

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Facing the Sun - Tokoyami x Reader

I have been sitting on this idea for ages. I hope you guys like it.

And yes, these are lizards. Reader got a Lizard Quirk. Fireproof skin, cool patterns.

Tagging @fuzztacular because you know why

Class 1a Shenanigans ahead - I am most proud of those parts, actually

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“A Toast!” Kaminari screams at the top of his lungs, raising his glass like he’s trying to ram it into something. “To not being married!”

Judging the faces of his friends, Tokoyami is not the only one who’s glad that the music is too loud to properly communicate, hiding Kaminari’s intoxication from the rest of the bar.

“I think he’s had enough,” Kirishima starts, which is hardly surprising. It’s a little more surprising, however, that Iida hasn’t intervened yet.

“Where’s Iida anyway?” Shoji asks to his right, revealing yet again his uncanny ability to read his mind.

“He’s being pestered by some girl at the bar,” Ojiro reveals. “I think she’s into him.”

They all turn, no longer worried about Kaminari. Kirishima’s got him, after all.

And it’s true, Iida’s broad form seems glued to the bar, the colorful lights creating patterns on his dark hair. It’s hard to tell from this distance and in this lightning, but Iida looks like he’s blushing.

“Is she flirting with him?” Shoji asks, speaking out what Tokoyami is thinking. He’s not well-versed in what’s considered flirting nowadays. His father tells tales of holding open doors and annoying girls until they agree to go on a date with him.

But the hand now dancing up their friend's arm leaves little room for misinterpretation. They turn away yet again, simultaneously deciding to give Iida the most privacy this place offers.

“I thought it was you,” a voice calls out over the loud music.

Tokoyami’s not sure what makes him look up. He’s hardly the one addressed in a nightclub, even less by a statement like this.

But maybe it’s the tone of voice, the little lisp that’s barely there - you have to look for it to catch it - or something else. Dark Shadow reacts before him, barrelling forward.

“Hi!” It screeches, excitement audible in its voice. Tokoyami pulls it back, but not fast enough.

“Hi!” You grin, teeth reflecting the flashing lights. You’re doing nothing more but holding a drink but it feels natural, cool, like it’s all you do all day or just something you couldn’t be less bothered about.

He can feel himself panicking under your gaze, sweat dripping down his back.

“Didn’t think I’d meet you at a place like this, Tokoyami,” you’re still grinning, raising your glass to sip from it only to realize it’s basically empty. You pout and it sends a thrill through his body, sharp enough to have Dark Shadow draw back into his side.

You look up at him and the light switches, only for a heartbeat long, to a yellowish color. It highlights the markings on your skin, the pattern reminding him of a lizard or a snake. His heart skips a painful beat just as Ojiro digs his elbow into his other side.

“What?” Tokoyami asks, suddenly able to talk again.

“Go get her a drink.” Ojiro urges, barely audibly above the music.

Tokoyami swallows, turns back to you. Your smile tells him that you already know what he’s going to say before he opens his beak.

“Oh, but only if I’m coming along,” you take the few steps separating the two of you and link your arms together with a naturalness he can only be envious of.

“You’re not bringing your girlfriend?” Mina asks a week later at a get-together.

Tokoyami’s beak opens and closes. No words appear on his tongue.

Dark Shadow is less hesitant.

“She had to work,” it pipes up.

“I didn’t ask,” he corrects immediately, glad no one can tell that his cheeks are heating up. “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Looked differently at the club,” Ojiro jokes with a smug grin on his face. It’s a miracle he’s still able to make a face like that with the way he’s mushed into the Couch, Asui cuddled into his side.

“She’s just like that,” he argues, but it falls on deaf ears. He’d argue more, but Kaminari is more important right now, waxing painful poetic about how he’s going to die single anyway and they should just let him die.

“You’re cute,” Bakugo grumbles, clearly annoyed that he has to be the one to say it, “You’re going to be in a relationship in no time.”

“Really?” Kaminari wipes away his tears. “You think so?”

“Don’t make me repeat it, Dunce-Face.” Bakugo’s face looks like he’s been forced to eat a lemon, peel and all, but his sweaty hand reaches over and pats Kaminari’s head, once, twice, just long enough for the shutter to click.

“I’m never going to delete that,” Mina swears, pressing the phone against her chest before turning around, finger-pointing.

“Now, Tokoyami, I heard girlfriend. I need to know all the details.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” he claims, but he knows it’s a lost cause before the words are out. Mina aced the interrogation exams after all.

The building is on fire by the time he gets there. Which shouldn’t be happening. He’d been in the area, he’d raced over, he’d gotten the call just mere minutes ago.

But the building is on fire, flames devouring the high rise like it’s made of paper and not reinforced concrete.

He’s not the hero that should be dealing with this.

The fire is lighting up the night in a way that has Dark Shadow pulling back, drawing into itself.

But there’s no use, not when he knows that there are still people inside.

He’s just about to leap into the air when the fire truck arrives, siren blaring audible over the crackling of fire.

You spot him first, race over without an ounce of fear in your eyes.

“You! I saw you on TV. You can fly, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Good, carry me up there.”

There’s something in your voice, a little lisp maybe, or something else, that has him follow your demands.

You swing yourself into the flames like it’s something you do every day, something you couldn’t care less about. And by the time he breaks through the windows of the Penthouse apartment, you’re shooing people up the stairs, grinning at him like this is just a regular Tuesday.

You’re breathless and soot-stained, but your smile has him fighting to catch a breath.

And it’s only later when you walk up to him, the flickering blue light of the ambulance casting shadows over your face, that he recognizes the feelings for what they are.

“But it was just the adrenaline pumping through my veins, right?” He asks, only now realizing that the room has turned silent around him.

“Damnnnn!” Kaminari crows from his seat on the flour, tears in his eyes. “You’re in love.”

He bristles immediately. “I’m not!”

“Oh, come on!” Kaminari wails, “Just admit it. Revel in it. Enjoy it… For me?”

Tokoyami turns his head, trying to get away from Kaminari’s sad puppy dog eyes - still his most effective weapon. He doesn’t know how to explain it, to someone who’s never lived through it, the experience of being accepted but not understood.

You’re not like him, not like that.

Tokoyami can tell by the way you move, talk, laugh, exist. You’re effortlessly natural and it must be easy too, when your natural self blends in with all the others too.

He catches Shoji’s eyes over the table, feeling relief and pain at the same time, as he reads understanding in them.

Shoji’s like him, too. He’s being himself, even though it’s never been easy.

How it must be, he wonders, how it must be, when being yourself is exactly what society wants you to be.

Rain has soaked through his costume. Dark Shadow is nibbling on a protein bar he’d never managed to bring himself to eat and a streetlight above him flickers glumly.

It’s the perfect night for his Quirk, dark and damp and cold. Unfortunately it’s also the perfect night for staying inside.

If any shady business is going down, it’s going on indoors. He’s been out of work for hours now, wandering the streets for Patrole.

“Tokoyami?”

He pulls back Dark Shadow before it can lurch forward. He knows that voice.

When he calls out your name, he’s half-expecting someone with a transformation Quirk. Your shy smile does nothing to reassure him.

“Hey, I…” You hesitate when he takes a step back. “Everything okay?”

“Unmask yourself,” he demands.

You let out a snort. “Excuse me? I’m not going to undress myself in the rain! I’m cold already.”

“If you’re thinking about attacking me-”

“Tokoyami!” You interrupt him, anger emphasizing your lisp. “I’m myself. I’m not going to attack you! Please believe me!”

He hesitates for a second before shuffling in his seat.

“Sorry.” His eyes drop to the floor. “Old habits.”

You let out a breathe, the air clouding in front of your face.

“I get it. I’m… Some traumas run deep, huh?”

He nods, though still not quite able to look at you. You run a hand over your face and shiver.

“Sucks that I have to ask, but I’m running cold and I don’t really want to freeze in this alley… Can I… come up?”

He blinks. It’s that moment of inattentiveness that Dark Shadow uses, drawing out of him and clutching you between its hands, pulling you up in seconds.

You squeak in surprise first, then you laugh, open and carefree, as if you’re not being manhandled by a creature of darkness. You land next to him, staggering in your steps, umbrella falling out of your hands as you try to braze yourself yet fall into him.

Your skin is cold underneath his fingertips, your face presses against his shoulder.

It feels wrong and right at the same time, to be this close. He’s exposing himself, essentially, to any attack coming from you, yet he can feel himself trusting, falling even as he’s the one holding you up.

“You’re cold.” He states and you snort again.

“Comes with the Quirk,” you joke, “I like it more when it’s hot. Lizard-type Quirks often share that trait.”

“Do you want to-” He stretches his arm, opens his cloak to you.

“Well, if you’re asking…” You wiggle into him, let out a grunt when you realize that he’s mostly damp.

“In my head, this was going to be more romantic,” you say and he freezes next to you. You talk on, unperturbed. “I knew you were patrolling tonight because I asked your coworker for your routes. I didn’t think there were that many dark allies you could hide yourself in, though. I’ve been looking for you for hours.”

“You were looking for me?”

“Yeah.” You huff, face pressed against his shoulder. “I was… Look, if I’m being too forward with you, you can tell me, okay? I know I’m too much sometimes.”

The only reason he doesn’t flinch back at that statement is because he’s trained not to flinch. But he wants to, desperately. Even Dark Shadow thinks your words are ludicrous, calling out a raspy “Too much?!”.

“You’re like, the most normal cool person I’ve ever met,” he argues against you and you laugh.

“Normal?” You chuckle. “Cool? Have you met me? I get constantly grilled for my overt need to prove myself and the fact that I tend to take risks not seriously enough. I swung myself into a freaking fire the first time we met, remember?”

“Yeah, but you seemed to know what you were doing.”

“I mean, I was, yeah, but… I was trying to…” You turn away as you mutter the rest of your sentence, but he can still hear it, every single glorious word. “...Impress you…”

“Why?”

“Remember when the Juggler Bandits broke into that high rise in the banker district? We came in for rescue, not that you needed it. I think that was the first time I saw you in action. It was just…” You blow up your cheeks as you try to find the words, but instead you just flail your hands around. “But you’re… like… unapproachable. You’re just this cool shadow, no pun intended, hanging back yet having an eye on everything.”

“I didn’t notice you back then.” The words slip out before he can stop them. It’s not meant the way they sound, because surely, he should have noticed you, right? How could he have missed you, when all he does is think about you since that fire.

You huff though, punch his shoulder playfully - he hopes it’s meant playfully, because you got a mean right swing - and lean back into him.

“Of course you didn’t notice me. I was in the middle of a shed, I was so awkward and wore a full on suit. But, like, I’ve been trying my best, okay, to impress you. And I thought it was working, in a way. That you’re interested in me too. But if you’re not, and I’ve misread it, that’s okay. I just… I want to be open about this.”

“We’re interested!” Dark Shadow calls out, its raspy voice cutting through the moment. You try to hide your giggling behind your hands, but he can hear it, feel it even, filling his belly with warmth.

Your hand reaches for his first. When he takes it, your smile reminds him of the sun.

For the first time, he does not fear its light.

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#my writing #my hero academia #mha x reader #tokoyami fumikage #tokoyami x reader #tokoyami #tokoyami fluff #mha fluff #class 1a #class 1a shenanigans

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birinboom · 6 months ago

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WIPs for Gaza

$1 donated = 100 words written on a WIP of your choice! IE if you donate $5 I write 500 words on the WIP you've chosen to sponsor.

Donate HERE then send me a screenshot of your donation, either through an ask or a dm (EDIT: From now on I'm going to start answering asks with donations to say thank you, please let me know if you'd like me to NOT answer your ask so you'll be kept anonymous!). Please note that this screenshot will be passed on to @ficsforgaza, so make sure you’ve scrubbed all personal information before sending it to me! And please don’t cheat and send the same screenshot to multiple authors!

Also, I will regularly update this post. Since reblogs don't show updates, please check this post on my blog to see new edits!

List of WIPs in no specific order:

Boku no Hero Academia My Hero Academia

Roommate Kiri (no proper title yet) Kirishima Eijirou x Reader Quirkless roommate AU, pandemic fic which I never wrote during the actual pandemic, fluff, roommates to lovers You don’t really know your roommate well. He’s fine as roommates go, cleans up after himself, bills paid on time. But he’s rarely around for you to actually get to know him. Things begin to change when the pandemic forces both of you to stay at home and your social butterfly of a roommate suddenly loses IRL access to his friends. Current word count: 340 words Estimated ~6,000 words 1,000 words sponsored! Read the original drabble here

Sequel to post-apocalyptic shopkeep Bakugou (again, no title yet) Bakugou Katsuki, Reader Post-apocalyptic AU, adventure, fluff, light angst You are hired to go to an old nuclear facility to look for documents important to your client. Bakugou, who you’ve come to for weapons, insists on coming with you. During your mission you and Bakugou grow closer and you get to see a side of him you’ve never seen before. (I am unsure whether they will grow closer as friends, as a mentor/mentee thing, or if they become lovers. Open for suggestions on this) Current word count: 450 words Estimated ~8,000 words Read the first part here

The Color of Twilight Ojiro Mashirao x Fem!Reader Fantasy AU, fluff, romance Dreaming of getting away from the city and opening up a country-side café, you decide to sell most of your possessions and move to the village of Faerie’s Brook. However, you would never have expected that the stories about the magical creatures of the countryside were actually real. Current word count: 2,230 words Estimated ~12,000 words 2,700 words sponsored! Read an excerpt here

Honkai: Star Rail

A second part to The Luck-Bringing Cat Jing Yuan x Fem!Reader Fantasy AU based on ‘The Apothecary Diaries’ (I need to find a better label for this), fluff, romance SO! This one doesn’t have any form of synopsis yet but I have a lot of ideas! Like a more in-depth description of Reader receiving Snowmoon, or Jing Yuan coming home after having been away for months and an epic cuddle session happens. I’m also open to more ideas! Current wordcount: none Estimated ~2,500 words Read the first part here

I may add more WIPs in the future.

Please note that I am terrible at estimating word counts and the fics will most likely end up longer than I anticipated ‘cause I am utterly unable to be concise.

Finished Fics

One Moment of Forever Todoroki Shouto x Reader Fluff, established relationships, camping, nature therapy, pet names (love) 🌸 1,786 words When Shouto is forced to take a break from work due to a quirk injury, the two of you decide to go on a camping trip to your favorite lakeside spot

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greenhappyseed · 1 year ago

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MHA 399 leak reactions

We’re left hanging on All Might vs AFO and I think that’s a good thing. It gives us time for a few more subplots to converge.

I’m loving the AFO mouth vore stuff. We saw that earlier in this arc with him and with TomurAFO:

At the start of the chapter, All Might had referenced all 1-A students except Aoyama, Hagakure, Momo/Creati, Bakugo, Jiro/Earphone Jack, and Mineta. I think we can include Shinsou too. :)

Toshi could also have moves that mimic Izuku’s other quirks like Smokescreen, Float, or some smashes? But I don’t think he’d have equivalents for Gearshift, Fa Jin, or Danger Sense?

I was excited to see what Mouseketool Toshi asked Toodles Anima to go fetch for him. Laser is the answer, and it makes perfect sense. (Btw, if you don’t get that reference then you haven’t been near a toddler in the US in the last decade….or seen this meme):

We switch POV to Aoyama vs Kunieda in the Takoba parking lot (which is near Sero, Ojiro, Sato, and 1-B’s Tsuburaba (Solid Air), since they are inside the arena, I think against Gashly??). I’m not entirely sure how a flower villain is kicking ass when Aoyama has a laser beam quirk but okay! Glad to see Aoyama learning from the licensing exam and letting his quirk go as hard as he could. IIRC, last time Iida had to sit with him and talk him into one last laser blast.

FATGUM. NO!!!! My (other) beefy blondie had better be okay! I mean, it was pretty clear his quirk wouldn’t do well in this matchup, so that part isn’t surprising, but I like him too much for him to have his nutrients sucked out and turned into a flower with his face (?!?!?!?) It’s all the body horror of hanahaki but without the love part or the self-flagellation over whether to confess. Just the pain.

I love how AFO brings literal darkness over Toshinori, only for Toshinori to say “Hey bozo, you forgot that light bends and can be reflected and refracted.” And then we see Aoyama and Hagakure do exactly that before we cut back to Toshinori standing up naked metaphorically in the snow. He doesn’t have to huddle over the OFA fire anymore— it’s not for him to protect by himself at this point in his life. He’s still there stoking the flames, his soul burning in service to others, but he can embrace other kinds of light now too. He’s gonna fire a freakin’ laser beam into the darkness. Like Stain told him:

#bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha 399 #mha 399 #all might #toshinori yagi #mecha might #iron might #fatgum #aoyama yuuga

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blakeswritingimagines · 2 years ago

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💌 Do they send loving/cutesy texts to their s/o?

Izuku Midoriya: i love you so much i can’t believe i get to love someone so special

Katsuki Bakugo: don’t really understand why there’s so much tension when we’re alone together but i’m pretty sure it means you’re supposed to kiss me

Shoto Todoroki: i want this love inside my chest to mean something. you make my love feel valuable.

Tenya Ida: you look at me with stars in your eyes. it makes me feel like i’m floating.

Fumikage Tokoyami: please don't judge yourself so harshly dear. i see all that you do and all that you are and i could not be more proud of the person ive allowed my heart to fall into the hands of

Hitoshi Shinso: meeting you has made me realize exactly why nothing worked out before you. all of those things had to fall apart so i could make room for you.

Denki Kaminari: You must always be pulling at the corners of my lips because I can’t help but smile whenever I think of you.

Eijiro Kirishima: I want to hold you in my arms and let you know how beautiful I think you are.

Mashirao Ojiro: Sometimes love is just doing things without having to be asked, making a cup of tea for someone as they’re working, packing an extra lunch because you know they’re rushed for time. Love doesn’t have to be expressed in grand gestures, to me, the little gestures of love matter more.

Mirio Togata: you’re my world. my sun and my moon. my sky and my stars. you’re the reason i get up in the morning and go to bed at night with a clear mind.

Tamaki Amajiki: when you turn over in bed, wrap your arms around me and give me forehead kisses while you’re half asleep- my heart feels a little more safe

#izuku mydoria x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #tenya iida x reader #fumikage tokoyami x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #denki kaminari x reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #mashirao ojiro x reader #mirio togata x reader #tamaki amaiji x reader #my hero academia #my hero academia headcanons

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sirhamburrger · 21 days ago

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episode five: trick-or-treat - aran ojiro

kai's halloween '24 miniseries - a halloween to remember!!

CONTENT WARNINGS: aran is chocolate man to a bunch of eight-year-olds

EPISODE RUNTIME: 673 words || previous (episode four)

moodboard

“honey?”

“yeah?”

“why are there kids at our front door?”

aran steps away from the popcorn on the stove and joins you at the peephole. sure enough, half a dozen little boys and girls giggle and shove each other around on your front porch. through the frosted glass of the door, he sees a vampire girl climb onto a zombie boy's shoulders. the human tower wobbles dangerously as she reaches for the doorbell-

“gosh,” he hears you mutter as you unlock and open the door quickly, and your hands dart out just in time to save the girl from falling.

he scratches his head, letting out a sigh. it was supposed to be a quiet night for just the two of you, watching scary movies while eating popcorn, but it seems that now you'll have to deal with these kids.

“i like your decorations,” one of the kids pipes up. “do you have candy?”

“sorry, kid,” he says apologetically. “we're not really doin’ this whole givin’-out-candy thing-”

“but your porch light's on, and everybody knows that if a house's porch light is on, they'll have candy for you!”

you glare at him. “did you forget to switch the porch light off?”

“...maybe?”

you let out a defeated sigh, then turn back to the kids, beaming. “wait here, i'll see if i can find some candy bars for you.”

they cheer as you disappear into the house, and aran is left staring at them. they stare back, their eyes unnervingly wide. he notices a couple of kids start exchanging curious glances, not-so

-subtly pointing at him and gaping.

“can i help you?” he says dryly.

they freeze in place, seemingly terrified.

realising that he must look like a scary, angry giant to these eight-year-olds, aran tries to relax his facial muscles. unfortunately for him, they seem to shrink away even further.

“i don't bite,” he reassures them rather unhelpfully.

a kid shuffles forward, stammering and stuttering. “uhm… are… are you the chocolate man?”

aran tries not to laugh. “am i the what?”

“my friend kaito said there was a chocolate man living on this street,” the boy says, gaining the confidence to speak. “he gave out loads of candy.”

“is kaito the one who licked my arm to see if i tasted like chocolate?” they nod bashfully and he laughs, remembering the all-too-harrowing moment exactly a year ago. “let it be known that i do not, so don't even think ‘bout pullin’ the same thing again.”

they giggle again, and he’s so distracted by their laughter that he doesn’t notice you creeping up on him-

“boo!”

“gah!”

“found some chocolates,” you proclaim, dropping a few into each of their candy buckets. you’re in the ghostbusters costume you wore last halloween, looking almost as excited as the kids. aran shakes his head, amused.

“alright, you little ghouls,” he says, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as a smile creeps across his face. “off you go before i have to start chargin’ rent for standing on my porch.”

the kids laugh, scattering down the steps and back onto the sidewalk, waving goodbye and shouting “thank you, ghostbuster-san!” and “happy halloween!” you and aran watch them disappear down the street, their voices fading into the night.

when the last of the laughter dies down, aran turns to you with a mock-stern look. “ya just couldn’t resist, huh?”

you shrug. “hey, it’s halloween. gotta live a little.”

“are ya implyin’ that i’m boring?”

“wouldn’t dream of it!”

he wraps an arm around you, pulling you close as you both head back inside. “alright, popcorn’s still warm, movie’s ready, porch light’s off. no more interruptions, okay?”

you laugh, leaning your head against his shoulder. “no more interruptions,” you promise.

as you settle back into the couch with him, popcorn in hand and the movie starting, he catches a last glimpse out the window of the kids running down the street. maybe halloween isn’t just for the kids after all—maybe it’s for the kid in both of you too.

DIRECTOR'S NOTE:

halloween '24 done!! yay!!

time to get back to my other series lmao

bonus drabbles coming soon

borders are by @saradika-graphics!

#haikyuu fic #haikyuu x reader #aran ojiro #ojiro aran #aran x reader #kai's halloween '24!!#kai writes #spooky season #aran x y/n #aran x you #halloween

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lance-space-mommy · 5 months ago

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Thirst Traps

Mina was devilishly tapping her fingers together as she stared at Midoriya. “Sorry, but you lost the bet.”

“I didn’t even agree to the bet,” argued Midoriya nervously, not recalling Mina even stating it was a bet.

“Nonsense,” hushed Mina, rising from where she was sitting to grab her phone that was currently charging.

Midoriya groaned from where he was sitting. The sound caught the attention of Uraraka who was returning to the common room from filling up her water bottle. “Deku? What’s wrong?”

Midoriya looked up at Uraraka in despair. “It’s Mina.”

“What is she up to this time,” remarked Uraraka with an amused grin.

“She’s forcing me to do something because I lost a bet I never agreed to,” explained Midoriya weakly, sinking into the couch in despair. When it came to Mina, nothing could be done once she had an idea.

Uraraka nodded, sitting down next to Midoriya. “I’m sure it won’t be that bad. Besides, it’s not like she can force you to do anything outside the dorms.”

Relaxing a bit at the reminder it was storming outside, Midoriya took a sip out of his water bottle. “You’re right. It can’t be that bad right? She’ll probably force me to play a little prank on someone or something.”

“Probably, either that or she’ll make you do her homework,” laughed Uraraka, recalling how Mina once tried getting Momo to do her work but was forced to have a tutoring session instead.

Mina rushed back in with her phone and a bright smile. “I want you to recreate this!”

Midoriya raised a brow, letting Mina squish onto the couch with him and Uraraka. Mina had a video pulled up and it was some guy standing in heavy rain strutting, doing air splits, and backflips over music.

Uraraka couldn’t hold back her laugh. Mina immediately proved the both of them wrong when they assumed the dare would be her usual silly antics.

“I can’t do that! I’m going to fall! Besides, if anyone sees me out there-!” argued Midoriya in a panic, trying to do whatever it took to get out of this.

Mina shook her head and pressed a finger against Midoriya’s lips to silence him. “Nope. Look, I’ll be nice, and I won’t force you to wear the big fluffy coat and ripped jeans.”

Midoriya sighed in defeat, not seeing much harm in the dare when no lightning was outside. The only risk was him getting sick and he decided to set down some conditions of his own.

“Have a towel and warm tea prepared for me. If I end up getting sick you owe me katsudon until I’m recovered,” ordered Midoriya, willing to do the dare, but wanting to have some say in what happened.

Mina extended her deal with a wide smile. “Deal! Uraraka, would you be an angel and grab that stuff? I’m going to go out to record this!”

Midoriya wilted, forgetting that Mina loved having everything on her phone. He couldn’t blame her though, some of these simple funny moments were nice to look back on when things got rough. Uraraka smirked and threw herself up. “Fine, but I’m going to need that video for myself.”

Kirishima was curious about what was going on and approached Uraraka. “Hey, where are Mina and Midoriya heading off to?”

Uraraka crossed her arms with a grin. “Mina is forcing Midoriya to recreate some video out in the storm.”

“No way! I gotta see this!” laughed Kirishima, immediately pulling out his phone and texting one of his multiple group chats. He sent the quick message “Come down to the common room immediately, it's important,” to Kaminari, Sero, Bakugo, and Jiro.

Kaminari and Sero came down along with Sato, Ojiro, and Tokoyami. Jiro came down with Momo and Hagakure, and Bakugo came down alone. It seemed that Bakugo thought it was something serious because he practically exploded when he saw the rest of the class wasn’t there.

“What the hell Shitty Hair?” shouted Bakugo, immediately sending off some small explosions.

“Woah man, calm down! Everyone, follow me to the window!” instructed Kirishima, not trying to set Bakugo off even more.

It only took seconds for the group to understand why Kirishima told them to come down urgently. Mina and Midoriya were standing in the open field as rain was crashing down. Mina had her phone held up while Midoriya was doing mind-boggling flips toward her.

While Midoriya could do a perfect split, he had trained kicking enough that he could fake it. If he did an air split fast enough, no one would be able to tell his left leg didn’t perfectly come up all the way. When Midoriya reached Mina he managed to land his last flip without falling and went straight into a backflip.

Once Midoriya stuck the landing of his back flip he took in a quick breath, jumped into the air and shot his legs out, faking the split like a pro.

Mina collapsed to the ground, cackling. Midoriya crossed his arms and looked up at the sky that was dark and pouring down rain. Midoriya then looked down at Mina, said something, and suddenly Mina was sprinting back toward the dorm building.

Uraraka was already standing by the door with towels and warm tea waiting for them in the kitchen. Mina launched herself inside, the rain covering her face and mixing with her tears. “My phone!”

“Yeah, that’s my bad,” chuckled Midoriya, knowing that they had to retake the dance at least ten times before he got it right.

Walking further into the dorm, planning on going to the kitchen, the two froze when they saw the large group standing near the windows. Only the group was staring at them in disbelief and glee.

Midoriya bolted off before anyone could even ask him where he learned how to do any of that. Mina on the other hand didn’t stick around because she had to make sure her phone was okay. She couldn’t lose the video after just getting it!

Midoriya was fresh out of the shower when he texted Uraraka that he was sorry for not sticking around for the tea she made him. It seemed that Uraraka didn’t mind too much, even going as far as to say she’d reheat it and send someone up to deliver it to him.

Feeling bad and not wanting her to go out of her way to do something she didn’t have to, Midoriya frantically typed it wasn’t necessary and it was no big deal. A knock interrupted Midoriya’s guilt as he stared at the typing bubble from Uraraka. Rising from where he was sitting, Midoriya approached his door and pulled it open.

Bakugo stood in the doorway with a wide smirk. “So Izuku. Care to explain?”

Midoriya yelped, backing into his room. “Kacchan! What are you doing here?”

“Pink Cheeks. Now, tell me why you were out there performing like a goddamn acrobat,” demanded Bakugo, inviting himself in with two cups of tea.

“It’s really not as interesting as you may think. Mina told me I lost a bet and she dared me to recreate a video,” elaborate Midoriya swiftly, not wanting to beat around the bush when it came to Bakugo.

“Go figure. Why do you always manage to get wrapped up in her dumb schemes,” grumbled Bakugo, crashing onto Midoriya's bed.

Midoriya smiled a bit, looking at his desk where Bakugo managed to put down the tea without him noticing. “If I knew how, I wouldn't have been out there.”

Bakugo scoffed, staring at Midoriya where he was standing. “Where the hell did you learn how to do a split?”

“I can’t really do a split, but after using my legs so much I guess I got more flexible,” assumed Midoriya. He didn’t know how he managed to get so limber. He did his usual stretches to avoid injuries but didn’t go out of his way to work on flexibility.

“It sure as hell looked like a split to me,” argued Bakugo. It didn’t take a genius to see a true split.

Midoriya smiled, sitting next to Bakugo on the bed. “When the rain clears up we can head to the gym and see for sure.”

“Alright, just don’t cry when you find out I’m right,” professed Bakugo confidently, making a home on Midoriya’s bed.

“You’re an idiot,” laughed Midoriya, finally lying down next to Bakugo.

“Shut up!”

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floofysmallbob · 6 months ago

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rockin’ redesign for the best girl!

let’s fucking gooooooo it’s finally time for Jirou Kyoka to shine

I really really like this one, it’s got to be my favorite, and the most detailed, although that’s probably because I’m very much biased towards Jirou AND I’m alt, but still

So here’s Auscultate Hero: HeartBeats!

eeeeeee

actually punk/alt

leather jacket/pants for protection

brighter, patterned shirt

studded jacket

the jacket originally just came with the heart on the left breast and the back label of “Earphone Jack”, everything else was added by her and not the costume manufacturers

elbow/shoulder/knee pads(also studded!)

fanny pack bc I didn’t give her any storage

protective coverings for her earjacks

same as with Ojiro, her quirk relies on her (frankly kinda fragile) earjacks, you sure as hell don’t want them getting injured

fishnet gloves

speakers on wrist amplify in all directions instead of just directly forward

combat boots

detachable speakers

not visible but there are also speakers on the back of her boots

speakers embedded into the soles

mic on the headphones that can amplify her voice to the speakers instead of her heartbeat if need be

COLD WEATHER VERSION:

longer jacket

longer shirt sleeves(not visible)

higher collar

thicker pants

darker earjack coverings

gloves

mesh turtleneck underlayer

headphones double as earmuffs

WARM WEATHER VERSION:

jacket has been replaced by a vest

looser shirt

shorter boots

oops I didn’t fix the shading on the boots but oh well

lighter earjack coverings

#I would have added a bi flag and pronoun pin but not everyone has the same hcs as me so I just settled for a pride pin #yes I know if the patches were sown on by hand they would be different on every jacket but I’m lazy #there is a deep dope and end of villainy patch on her pants and jacket respectively #but can you guess who the other three patches are for?#two of them are fairly obvious but I haven’t posted the third yet #best girl #or I guess best gay?#best enby?#idk man #same little game where they share a color scheme with the person I ship them with bc it’s fun and I’m a little shit #kyouka jirou #jirou kyouka #jiro kyoka #jiro kyouka #jirou #jirou kyoka #kyoka jirou #kyoka jiro #kyoukajirou #kyouka jiro #jiroukyouka #mha jirou #bnha jirou #mha #mha fanart #mha redesign #mha redesigns #bnha redesign #bnha fanart #bnha redesigns

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needsmoresleepwrites · 2 months ago

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Gift for eroda: “Ok, imagine this,” Toru tells them, her face pink and her nails lime green, “Imagine you’re stranded on an island, what would you bring with you?”. (TogaChako)

00:00

Read on AO3

tags: stranded on an island, friendship, beach fun, summer, manipulation, confusion

A/N: I like the idea of being ambiguous with the tags SO! be careful. It's rated M for stuff that's described towards the end

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00:10

They decide to go to the beach in the summer, the group of them that are able to escape their work responsibilities. Mina is crying into the phone as Momo tells Ochako that they’ll have to pass on this weekend trip, but don’t worry, we’ll make the next one!

So it ends up being just her, Toru, Tsuyu, and Shouto. He looks slightly scandalized when he arrives and finds out that it wasn’t just Mina and Momo who couldn’t make it but also Iida, Ojiro, and Deku. He does try to escape, but considering it’s 3 against 1…well, the odds weren’t in his favor

Toru is the most excited, “We’ll get to show off the ikemen of our group! Everyone’s going to be so jealous!”

She hangs from his arm and pulls him back whenever he tries to slip away.

00:09

They stay in a cabin with two rooms and too many beds.

“Do you think they’ll care if we move things around?” Tsuyu asks when Toru starts telling Shouto to help move all the beds together.

Ochako grins as she takes up the opposite end of one of the bed frames, “I’m sure it’ll be fine. We’ll just put everything back to where it was before.”

Shouto does as he’s told but can’t help but ask, “Why exactly do we have to do all this?”

“Because it’s a sleepover!” Toru exclaims, “And you’re our Plus One! It’ll be so fun! We’ll play games and tell stories and paint each other's nails!”

Shouto sighs but doesn’t argue. Tsuyu wonders aloud, “What color do you think will look best on him?”

Ochako wipes her forehead, “Red!”

Toru adds, “A green would look nice too.”

Tsuyu nods, “We should do both colors.”

Shouto looks at his fingers, then at the girls in the room and sighs in resignation.

00:08

After they finish re-arranging the beds, they change into their bathing suits, grab some of the swimming supplies the cabin has in storage, and head over to the public beach area.

They manage to find a nice spot and Toru lays down a blanket. She turns to Shouto and grins, handing him a bottle of sunscreen, “Can you put some on my back?”

He takes the bottle and nods.

Toru kneels down on the towel and moves her hair to the side. She’s grinning and gives Ochako and Tsuyu a thumbs up when she notices the nearby beach goers whispering and looking their way. Shouto seems oblivious to the attention, kneeling behind her and lathering up her back.

Ochako giggles, whispering to Tsuyu, “He could pretend to look a bit more excited.”

Tsuyu laughs, “That’s part of his charm.”

Once Toru is all lathered up, she calls them over, “Ok Shouto, do them next!”

(She excitedly volunteers to do his back, even when he counters that he has a sweater and doesn’t need it)

00:07

Toru struts around the beach, befriending almost everyone and with the sun glowing on her clear skin and messy curls, she has everyone’s attention.

Shouto volunteers to stay behind while they all go have fun.

Ochako and Tsuyu grab the surf boards they found at the cabin and run into the sea. They’ve never actually gone surfing but it’s probably not that hard to do

(They find out quickly that it IS hard)

00:06

Ochako falls a total of six times and it’s on the last that she feels something… grab her. She’s not the only one to notice. Shouto, who had been content to stay out of the water and text on his phone, runs over to help her. They drag the board with them and Tsuyu comes over after she’s resurfaced from her own fall

Ochako winces when she shows them the side of her stomach. There are three scratch marks and they’ve all drawn blood. Not a lot. It’s just a surface wound and they’re sure that if she cleans it off, it’ll stop

“What happened?” Shouto asks, his eyes scanning the area. There are people swimming and splashing but none close enough to where the two were attempting to surf.

“I-I think someone grabbed me…”

Toru barrels into them, her cheeks flushed and eyes worried, “Are you ok?!”

Since the wound is minor, they all return to playing. Shouto gets roped in by the three of them and they learn that he’s the only one of their group who can surf

This time, they’re part of the beach goers who gawk

(Toru, prepared as always, snaps a selfie at the perfect moment: it shows the three of them grinning and Shouto in the distance, his demeanor cool and aloof)

00:05

They make it back to the cabin in the evening with bags full of drinks, snacks, and some ointment. They settle around the beds piled together in the living area and Toru exclaims that she’ll paint one of Shouto’s hands red.

“You should do the other in green,” she tells Tsuyu.

Tsuyu cocks her head, “Wouldn’t it look better if we alternate the colors?”

Ochako is cleaning her wounds, wincing slightly, but agrees, “It’ll look more balanced that way.”

Shouto lets them paint his nails and even asks them to take a picture when they’re done.

He sends the picture to his brother with the manicure emoji.

His brother sends him a picture of the bird, his nails black.

But he doesn’t see the message until the next morning because he’s roped into helping the girls paint their nails.

(When they’re done, they take a selfie with all their hands posed in front of them: Shouto’s are red and mossy green, Tohru’s are lime green, Ochako’s are pink and blue, and Tsuyu’s are 3 different shades of green. Shouto sends that one too.)

00:04

“Ok, imagine this,” Toru tells them, her face pink and her nails lime green, “Imagine you’re stranded on an island, what would you bring with you?”

“My phone,” Shouto tells them, “So I can call for help.”

Toru laughs, “That’s not a good answer! Take a drink!”

His brows furrow, “Why isn’t it a good answer?”

“What if your phone is dead? Then what? There’s no electricity!”

He’s already holding the shot, “It’ll be charged.”

Tsuyu asks, “What’s your battery at now?”

He grumbles when he shows his phone’s battery at 14%. He takes a drink.

“A motorboat,” Tsuyu tells them, “with a lifejacket inside.”

Ochako and Toru both nod, “That’s a good answer!”

Shouto frowns, “I thought we could only take one thing.”

Ochako giggles, “Well, we didn’t specify …”

Toru, who has taken the most drinks so far, belly laughs, “A guitar!”

Tsuyu smiles, “Why a guitar?”

“So I can listen to music,” she tells them.

Shouto nods, finding her answer acceptable, but Ochako asks, “Can you even play the guitar?”

Toru pauses and then laughs, “No!” She takes a drink.

“It’s your turn now, Ochako-chan,” Tsuyu tells her.

Ochako’s face is red. It has been since before they started drinking, “I think it would get lonely so…” Her face goes even redder, “Perhaps someone to spend time with…”

Toru waggles her brows, “ Someone? Anyone specific?”

Ochako laughs, “No, but, I mean, a cute girl would be nice. We could get to know each other.”

Tsuyu and Toru both nod and Shouto looks offended.

“We can bring people?! ”

The three of them laugh.

00:03

Toru is the first to run to the bathroom after their little drinking game. Shouto looks unfazed but Tsuyu suspects he’s two seconds away from falling asleep.

And Ochako…

She rubs her side, feeling it burn slightly.

00:02

They all end up falling asleep soon after, their bellies full of alcohol.

They have two fans running. They did little to keep them cool while they played, but somehow (now) they cause Ochako’s skin to prickle. It feels like there’s something running along her body, some type of phantom touch.

She unconsciously moves her hand across her body, her mind believing it’s some type of bug or web she can easily flick away. It works at first, but soon after the feeling returns.

Sleep sticks to her eyes, but she opens her eyes a crack to find something shimmering. She groans, closing her eyes again

I can’t believe Toru’s hair is still so bright…

00:01

Ochako wakes in a panic, her body bracing for an impact that never comes. Her eyes fly open and it’s only when she finds her bearings that she calms. Her panic is quickly replaced by confusion when she finds she’s the only one on the pile of beds. Her friends have disappeared.

In their place is a giggle that echoes in the cabin. It’s coming from out front and she wonders if she’s woken up too late.

She tries to check the clock on the wall she’d seen when they’d arrived, but finds it missing. Her phone is also nowhere near her. That same giggle comes again and she stretches on the bed, did someone come by the cabin? She doesn’t recognize the voice

When she finally finds the energy to get out of bed, she shivers at how cold the floor is. She tiptoes to the bathroom to relieve herself and brush her teeth. She calls out to her friends while she’s still drying her face, but nobody answers her

Instead, when she opens the door, she comes face to face with a blonde girl with golden eyes. She’s grinning wide and her pale cheeks have a heavy blush on them.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Ochako-chan!”

00:00

Ochako…doesn’t know how to react, so she furrows her brows and asks, “Who…are you?”

But the girl doesn’t hesitate. She grabs Ochako’s hand and pulls her out of the bathroom. Ochako shivers at how cold everything feels, but doesn’t pull away…even though she’s never met this girl, she doesn’t feel like she’s in danger. She feels calm, if slightly confused.

The girl pulls her onto the beds again and they bounce slightly. She giggles and when they settle down, the girl looks at her dreamily, “It’s me, Ochako-chan, Himiko! Call me Himiko, okay?”

Ochako smiles back at her, nodding, “Alright…Himiko-chan.”

Himiko’s face somehow gets even redder and it makes Ochako blush as well.

“H-Himiko-chan, where is everyone?”

Himiko’s smile becomes smaller, more intimate somehow, and when she says, “It’s just me and you today” Ochako shivers. It feels exactly like the night before when she’d felt something crawling against her skin.

00:00:02

Ochako changes out of her pajamas. Yes, that must be what happens.

Himiko is already wearing a black two-piece that makes her pale skin even whiter. She has a sheer cover-top over it. It’s open in the front but trails behind her when she stands to grab the nail polish they’d all left by the kitchen counter.

Ochako is wearing a yellow swimsuit she doesn’t remember buying.

She wonders where she got it and then remembers.

Himiko places the swimsuit against her clothed body and grins, “This color would look good on you!”

Ochako grabs the hanger, contemplating, “Really? I don’t usually wear yellow…”

Himiko nods, dragging her to the changing room.

00:00:07

“Let’s pretend,” Himiko tells her when she once more jumps onto the beds. She seems to float toward Ochako, “that we’re the only two on this island, ok, Ochako-chan?”

Ochako lays her hands on Himiko’s lap and grins, “Why are we pretending?”

Her nails are the natural shade of pink flesh.

She blinks at them a few times. Had she…taken off the polish?

Himiko cups her cheeks and Ochako blushes when she notices they’re much closer together.

“Because, Ochako-chan,” she feels Himiko’s whispered voice embrace her. It echoes off the cabin walls, “you said you wanted a cute girl to spend time with. Aren’t I the cutest? After you that is…”

Their lips are so close that it would take just a second to lean in

00:00:08

Himiko’s lips are cold but smooth.

The inside of her mouth is sweet but dry.

Himiko bites her and there’s blood in their mouths. She whines Ochako’s name between their gasps.

00:00:07

“Let’s pretend, ok?” Himiko tells her and Ochako nods.

00:00:09

They paint their nails. The pads of Ochako’s fingers become red, the blood bright under Himiko’s hands. Her nails are pink. When Himiko blows on her fingers, Ochako has a sense of deja vu

She’s sure that Toru did this last night. Didn’t we choose two colors?

But when Himiko makes eye contact with her, she forgets.

“Do you like them, Ochako-chan? I’ve been practicing!”

Ochako smiles at her and nods, “You could be a professional! I’ll paint yours. What color do you want?”

00:00:06

They choose red.

“I love the color red,” Himiko tells her against her skin, “It reminds me so much of blood.”

Ochako laughs, shaking the bottle.

“You’ll look so cute in red, Himiko-chan.”

She paints and paints and paints

00:00:10

“What else do you like, Ochako-chan?” Himiko asks as they walk along the beach. The sun is already shining brightly in the sky, but the sand is warm, even a bit cool.

Ochako digs her toes into the sand as they go. It helps cool her feverish skin.

They’re holding hands, bright pink intertwined with pale fleshiness.

There’s a breeze that makes Himiko’s cover-up dance, but Ochako barely feels it.

She laughs, “Himiko-chan, how can you not know? We’ve been friends for ages!”

Himiko’s grin is wide when she pulls Ochako close.

“That’s right! We have been. I know everything about you, Ochako-chan!”

00:00:08

Himiko’s lips are bold and demanding. They devour Ochako.

They slip under her clothes, under her skin, and glide across blood and muscle and tissue and even her soul.

00:00:11

They swim in the beach and Ochako carries Himiko on her shoulders, dunking her in the water. There’s nobody else around to play with.

Ochako has the vague sense that they should be surfing. She’s sure they had surf boards in the cabin’s storage, but when she turns to look for it, it’s gone.

There’s only sand, palm trees, and a single willow tree. It looks wrong somehow and the roots look dry. They extend out along the beach, as if they’re hoping for a drink, but stop just before reaching their destination.

They look like hands. So many of them reaching…

Himiko sticks herself to Ochako’s back and Ochako loses her balance. They laugh

00:00:05

It’s a cabin. It’s not as warm as Ochako recalls. The wood splinters and she winces when one gets stuck on her palm.

Himiko stares at her hand intently and offers to help her.

Ochako winces when they finally get it out and a bit of blood trickles out.

Himiko licks the droplet and grins, “All better, right?”

00:00:59

They sit outside in the sun, their bodies lathered in sunscreen. Ochako thinks she’ll get sunburned but Himiko looks as pale as ever, almost like the sun doesn’t reach her.

Himiko’s hand is placed possessively on her side and it’s the only place that burns. The rest of Ochako’s body is cold.

They’re talking about her friends…their friends…right? Ochako wonders once again where they’ve gone. Did they go to the store? It hasn’t been very long. She’ll introduce…

No, Himiko has been with them before. She’ll tell them she changed her mind. That her job let her come over and she…she came to meet them…this morning…

“They’re so obvious,” Ochako tells her with a grin, “We all think they should just start dating already!”

But Himiko knows this already, she’d been there after all…

Himiko’s teeth are as white as the rest of her, “Should we date, Ochako-chan?”

No. Not entirely white. There’s a rudyness there.

She leans in close and Ochako feels herself falling. Himiko has no scent, even after playing in the sand and the sea. Even after running and working up a sweat. Even after Ochako spent so long painting her nails

00:00:08

Himiko’s body is light and if Ochako hadn’t been clinging to her so tightly, she thinks it would have been just a dream.

But the way Himiko touches her is real.

She feels it at her core

00:00:07

“Let’s pretend,” Himiko whispers into her ear.

Ochako’s face is red. The hands have reached out further. A gnarly fingertip touches the surface of the water.

It’s so close.

“Let’s pretend it’s just the two of us, stranded.”

00:00:01

Himiko’s giggle echoes in the cabin.

Ochako yawns and smiles when her blonde girlfriend buries her face against her side.

00:00:02

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itsnothingofinterest · 1 year ago

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So I'd normally like to do a quick prediction post for 397 after Hori's week off, but I don’t think we’re deep enough in the fight for any kind of major upset or development worth predicting.

So in lieu of that: maybe it could also be fun to guess which students All Might will use gadgets based on in the upcoming chapters and what form those inspirations would take.

Maybe some Koda themed bird-drones for cover, distractions, and other useful things.

A Todoroki themed flamethrower seams easy enough to make,

As does an Aoyama themed chest laser like Iron Man (there's even an indent in the Iron might armor for it),

And some Iida themed jets for speed...more jets than he's already using to fly I mean

Some Shoji themed extra robo-arms for extra punches could be fun.

He's already got the super legs for some Tsuyu-based super jumps,

And the wires to transfer Jirou themed sonic attacks through.

An Ojiro themed robo tail seems easy enough, even if I'm not sure what use it'd have,

But it could shift into something Dark Shadow shaped, maybe some kind of capture device.

Mina themed acid attacks are as simple as having acid stored somewhere, and his whole set up is detailed enough that they could be anywhere (maybe to slow regen down some more),

And some similarly stored balls covered in purple glue could work for an attack themed on the one who must not be named.

The Tooru function could be as simple as any kind of stealth function; which I think would be really useful,

And similarly, the Bakugou function could simply be some kind of explosives, preferably (but not necessarily) launched from his palm.

(Sadly I can't really come up with anything for Uraraka or Momo; their quirks are either to all-purpose to name one thing or seem beyond the realms of technology even in this sci-fi setting. Also I'm just gonna call Hercules Red the Kirishima move. Sound good? Good.)

Man listing all these possibilities out; I’m excited to see what he uses.

...Ah what the heck; some quick general prediction wouldn't hurt: I still aminly think it’ll mostly just be All Might & AFO fighting some more, but a bit or backstory or something's not off the table. But I think the most likely kind of upset we're looking at is maybe the chapter ending with All Might looking like he's on the ropes. (He'll get past it though, don't worry.)

Though if I may give one crazy prediction for the road: I do wanna gesture vaguely at my hope for the two of them to get warped to UA to turn the finale into a cool Deku & All Might vs AFO vs Shigaraki show-down. Because I still think it would be really cool for all of them to be in the same place to talk, fight, or beat up AFO together.

#bnha #bnha 397 #all might #all for one #midoriya izuku #shoto todoroki #koji koda #mezo shoji #aoyama yuuga #ojiro mashirao #iida tenya #ashido mina #hagakure tooru #katsuki bakugou #class 1a #shigaraki tomura #I'm serious about the purple boy's name; tumblr considers it a naughty word.

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mha-quotes-and-such · 11 months ago

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Hey! Can you rate class 1-A + LoV on how good at swimming you think they are? Love your blog!

Oh this is an interesting sort for sure! I think the best way to sort this would be three categories: Good Swimmers, Ok Swimmers, and Bad Swimmers/Cant Swim

Tsuyu would obviously be the best swimmer out of everyone, and I think Kirishima would be good because hes very sporty and swimming is great training. Midoriya I think would be good too as he seems like the type to really like single-person sports/exercises. Ojiro I think would be good because he could use his tail to paddle like a dolphin, and Shoji because he can use arms similarly. I think Uraraka would be good too as (at least where I’m from) public pools are a really common and low cost alternative to summer camps/daycares for children. As for the league I think Magne and Toga would be good simply because I say so. They have the vibe

As for bad swimmers, I think Todoroki would be a bad swimmer because of his sheltered childhood. Dabi would also be bad for similar reasons but also because I think strenuous activity in water would be a sensory nightmare on his scars. Iida would be a bad swimmer too since I think his legs would be weighed down too much by his engines. While I dont think Hagakure would be generally a bad swimmer, I think it might be hard for her to orient herself in some swimming/diving techniques due to her invisibility. Shigaraki is a terrible swimmer because have you seen him? That guy refuses to touch water. Kurogiri is too because I Dont Know if he can actually go into water

Besides that everyone else is just alright at swimming!

#not a quote #head canon appreciation day #ask

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dira333 · 7 months ago

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No Dating Allowed - Ginjima x Chubby! Reader

Words: 6k, angst to fluff

Warning: Fatphobia but not from the Inarizaki Volleyball team - Also the boys are idiots but they're teenagers so that's to be expected.

“You’re so fat. You’re like a cow. Mooo!” You duck your head at the comment, try to let it slide off you. It still hurts, even if your face doesn’t show. Crying only eggs them on.

“You wouldn’t be so fat if you actually participated in some sports.”

“Like any Club would take them in, she’s too fat to even be a manager.”

You can barely read the words in your book now, the letters blurred by unshed tears.

You don’t believe that what they’re saying is true. What they are saying is not true.

But it still hurts. Oh, does it hurt.

If only you could make them believe.

The idea is so bad you can’t believe you’re going through with it.

It won’t change anything.

If your classmates find out that you tried and failed, the bullying will surely get worse.

But still… what if it works out?

Your heart’s beating like a jackhammer in your chest as you approach the door of the third-year classroom. You’ve never been here before and you’re not sure how this is going to go, but you have to at least try, right?

“Can I help you?” A girl asks, her smile open and friendly.

You nod. “C-Can I… Can I talk to K-Kita-san for a… a minute?”

“Oh, sure. Stay right there… Kita-kun! There’s someone here for you.”

The decision to ask him first wasn’t made lightly. You don’t know much about Volleyball other than what you’ve seen during Gym Class. You don’t have to run around much - which you prefer - but you’re not good at jumping. But all the other Captains are way scarier than he is and when you’ve seen him around he’d always been surrounded by an air of calm indifference. If he doesn’t like you, he’ll at least be polite about it.

“Yes?” He’s tall, looming over you like an attractive shadow. You swallow thickly.

“I-I wanted to ask… if you needed… a manager? For Volleyball, I mean.”

Kita blinks.

“You’re a first-year, correct?”

You nod.

“How about we walk for a bit and talk about it?” He leads you down the hallway, away from the prying eyes of his classmates.

You’re not sure how he does it, but you find yourself talking, explaining, rambling at times about the reasons you have to ask. But when you bite your lip in panic, clearly having overshared, he just nods and urges you to go on.

“Practice is every day after school. When does your last bus leave?”

You look it up on your phone and he nods.

“It might happen that we train a little longer, especially the twins. Don’t let them rope you into staying longer. If you do have to stay longer for any reason, don’t hesitate to ask any of the boys to walk you home, okay?”

“O-okay.”

“Good. I have to get back to class now. I will see you after school. You can see if you like it and decide later.”

You nod, speechless. To say that this has gone better than expected would have been an understatement.

No one saw you change into your gym clothes in the bathroom and you’re thankful for that.

You’re not ready to let anyone from your class know you’re doing this, if ever.

Maybe that’s a bad idea, maybe that would make them see you differently, but with how things are going right now they might just use it as another way to bully you.

It’s so weird to approach the Gym alone. No one’s waiting outside and you panic a little.

Did you get the time wrong? But Kita said after school, right?

You rush to the door to find him in there with three other boys, all of them taller than you.

A dark-skinned boy spots you first.

“Hey!” He waves at you. “I’m Aran Ojiro. You must be the one who’s trying out for manager.”

You swallow hard. This is a try-out? Like a test? What if you fail?

As if reading your thoughts another boy steps forward, his face serious but his words kind.

“Don’t worry too much. Since you’re going to spend a lot of time with us we have to make sure you’ll feel comfortable doing so. You can try out what it would be like.”

“He’s Ōmimi, I’m Akagi,” the last one steps forward, shaking your hand eagerly, “It would be so cool to have a manager again and a cute one too!”

You shy away from his touch and step closer to Kita who simply nods in greeting.

“Aran will show you around and explain the basics to you. As soon as the whole team is here you will get to know them and the official training will start.”

You nod and follow Aran who explains everything thoroughly.

“Can I ask you something?” You speak up when he shows you where the water bottles are kept and how to fill them up and wash them after use.

“Of course.”

“Kita-san said you don’t have a manager yet. Why is that?”

“Well, Shiraishi graduated last year and after it became clear that Kita was going to become the Captain, he wanted to wait a bit before we got a new manager. I don’t know if you’re aware, but our setter is pretty popular with the girls and I guess Kita didn’t want us overrun with fangirls.”

“Why? Who is your setter?”

Aran stops and turns around. “You don’t know?”

You shake your head, already panicking. Should you know?

“Oh, Samu’s going to love this. Well, we’re finished here anyway, so let's go meet the rest of the team. Just a fair warning, they are a rather rowdy bunch.”

But as you step back into the Gym, the boys are sitting on the floor, quiet like mice.

Kita’s standing next to what must be the trainer and waves you over.

“I’m Kurosu Norimune, First Coach.” He shakes your hand with a smile as you whisper your name before he turns around and announces it loudly to the students.

Some of them nod and at least Aran and Akagi smile up at you.

A boy with light brown, messy hair looks up at you with wide eyes and you wonder what’s so surprising about you. Is it your height, or lack thereof, or your weight?

You swallow thickly and miss at least half of the introduction.

And after that, everything comes to life.

“Hi, I’m Ginjima,” his eyes are still wide, but he’s smiling, a light blush adorning his face. You take a step back and his brows furrow. “I didn’t want to scare you, I just wanted to ask if you want to help me get the ball cart in? That’s usually my job.”

“Oh, of course.” You nod and trod along, trying not to lose him in the bustle of boys running around, setting everything up.

A few minutes later you’re standing on the side and watching, trying to gather their names from when Coach is shouting at them.

“Stop playing around, Atsumu!” That’s the guy with blond hair.

“Osamu! That was also meant for you!” He’s got grey hair.

“You could have gotten that, Suna!” This one turns and looks over as if you’d said it instead of Coach. He looks tired, but at the same time, a little… mean?

Too soon it’s break time and they all gather around you, pulling water bottles from your hands.

“Hey, I know you!” You blink up at the guy but you can’t really place his face. “You’re in Class 5, right? I’m Riseki!” He holds out your hand like he wants a high five and you cautiously tap his hand, not sure if that’s what you’re supposed to do.

“You’re cute,” he says, grinning from one ear to the other. Ginjima clears his throat pointedly next to him and your eyes drop back to the floor and all the water bottles you still need to pass around. Right. Work.

As it turns out, being a manager is a lot more work than you thought it would be. But it’s also a lot less hard than your classmates made it look like. You could totally do this every day. And why shouldn’t you, if they let you? You usually don’t like the books Literature Club reads together and you’re handwriting is too awful for that Club.

“What do you think?” Kita asks as he shows you how to disinfect the Volleyball’s one after the other. “Do you want to continue?”

“If I’m allowed to?”

He smiles and you can’t help but smile back.

If you’d get to have an older brother, you’d want him to be like Kita.

- - - xxx - - -

Droplets of water run down his back. It tickles, but he cannot focus on that right now.

“Are you sure Kita said that?” Ginjima asks again, hands practically folded in front of him.

“Absolutely positive,” Akagi confirms, “As soon as she was out of sight, he told us that no one was going to be allowed to ask her out. I mean, he said that we couldn’t make her uncomfortable by any means, but you know Kita, that’s what he meant.”

“Yeah, but he didn’t say it like that.” Tsumu declares pointedly, slinging a sweaty arm around Ginjima’s shoulders. “And you’ve seen our dear Ginjima. He’s fallen for her, he’s a lost cause already.”

“Ah, shaddap.” He throws him off, but Samu’s already there. “Hi, I’m Ginjima!” he teases, voice high. They all laugh, but Ginjima can’t help that he’s blushing. Again.

“I want to make clear,” Kita starts the next time they’re all at the Gym, no sight of you, “That no one is going to ask our new Manager out. I am aware that this affects your private life outside of Volleyball, but we don’t want to make her uncomfortable. If you cannot focus on anything but her, you have nothing to do in this team anyway.”

Suna whistles low through his teeth. “Damn, do you want her for yourself?”

Kita stares at him instead of answering and Ginjima swallows thickly, pulling his head in. So much for a chance at love.

But still, he can’t help himself.

Just because he cannot ask you out doesn’t mean he can help you, right? Get to make you smile or even laugh, maybe?

“Here, let me help.” He’s got an eye out for you, making sure you don’t overdo it. “That’s too heavy for you anyway.”

“I’m stronger than I look.” You protest and he has to force himself to look away when you flex your arms. He’s a little jealous and a little thankful that he’s not seen you in your uniform yet. He’s not sure what he’ll do if he does. Probably have a spontaneous heart attack.

- - - xxx - - -

“Where are you going?” You freeze, even though you shouldn’t.

“To my Club,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“What Club? Who’s accepting Fatties?”

You swallow harshly, grab your bag and leave, hoping you can outrun them.

They don’t bother to follow but you know this isn’t going to be over soon.

But just for a little longer you want to have this for yourself, just be happy with how things are.

The boys are nice, Kita-san especially. He never gets mean and even when you get something wrong he just explains it calmly to you.

“We use this for disinfecting. You won’t get the same result otherwise.”

Aran’s super nice too, patting your head every time he walks past you like he’s blessing you. He doesn’t mind when you ask questions about Volleyball even though he’s probably explained most of it twice.

“Got that now? No. No problem at all. Maybe it’s easier if you picture the people. Kosaku and Riseki for example, are pinch-servers. Do you remember what that position means?”

Riseki, funnily enough, always asks you for help.

“Did you go over the math lessons already? You did? Sweet! Can you help me with them after training? We can do it here if you want. Kita doesn’t mind when we do our homework in here as long as we don’t disturb the others.”

Then there’s Ōmimi with his serious face who likes to trade books with you and Akagi who’s a bit too loud for your taste but always greets you with a joke.

“Where do the cows go to have fun? The Moovies!”

The second years, though you find the most difficult to work with.

The twins are loud and rowdy and Suna always gets this scary look on his face when he gets quiet. Ginjima always wants to talk to you and you don’t know why and Kosaku doesn’t talk at all.

You prefer to stick with the third years where you can and the first years when they call for you. No one from the Club is in your Class but just because you’ve made it one month doesn’t mean you will make it forever.

Eventually, you’ll be found out.

“Where are you going?”

You try to dash away but this time you’re not fast enough. You hear fabric rip, feel the rush of air around your legs as your skirt drops to the floor.

Laughter rings out in the mostly empty classroom as you gather the remnants of your uniform around you, leaving with tears streaming down your face.

You won’t be late, you promise yourself, even if you have to explain to your parents later why you need yet another expensive garment. You won’t be late, even if you have to wash your eyes with cold water in the bathroom to make sure you’re not found out.

“You okay? Your eyes are kinda red,” Ginjima points out the second you step into the Gym.

You nod and the lump in your throat makes your voice sound nasally.

“I’m fine. Just allergies.”

“Are you sure? If you’re sick you should go home and rest,” Kita had been in earshot, it seems. You shake your head. Home is the last place you want to be right now.

“It’s fine, I was just… my eyes were tearing up a lot.”

Kita doesn’t look convinced. He turns to the boys. “Start training. I’ll be back soon.”

Without another comment he grabs you by the arm and gently drags you outside.

“I’m really fine,” you insist once you’re outside and you can trust your voice again. “It’s just allergies.”

“You don’t get allergies from one day to the other. You can tell me what’s wrong. No one’s listening in.”

Fresh tears fall. “My skirt ripped.”

“Oh.” A pause. “That’s unfortunate. Can I see it?”

You freeze, shoulders pulled up. “What?”

“Can I see your skirt? I’m not that good at sewing, but Kosaku is. Maybe we can do something about it.”

He inspects the garment for a second before he tells you to wait here. When he comes back, he’s got Kosaku in tow who looks not the least bit confused.

“Oh yeah,” Kosaku inspects your skirt as well. “That’s an easy fix. I can mend this after practice if you want.”

“You can?”

“Of course.” He sounds a little displeased that you’re questioning his abilities and you bow, immediately apologizing.

“It’s fine. You can buy me some snacks as a thank you… Or not, nothing’s fine too.” He adds hurriedly but when you look up nothing’s amiss.

“Are you sure? I could bake something.”

“Only if it’s not too much trouble for you. I think all of the boys have a sweet tooth, so I wouldn’t be able to hold onto it for long.”

“They do?”

“Oh yeah. Especially Samu. Though to be fair, he devours everything edible.”

You’ve learned your lesson. You’re the first out of class and the last to step in.

Still you know you won’t be able to get away forever.

But you will enjoy it as long as it lasts.

“I made something,” you exclaim when it’s time for the first real break. You pull the large container from your bag and prop it up, open it to reveal a small mountain of sugar cookies. They’re not in season, but they’re easy to make.

Just as Kosaku predicted, Osamu’s the first to grab one. His face lights up like firework as he tastes it.

“Hey, leave me some!” Atsumu pushes him to the side and you flinch.

“Behave!” Ginjima crows and half of the team turns to look at him, his face turning almost as red as the Inarizaki tie. “We don’t want crumbs in the Gym,” he tries to explain. You offer the box to him next and his hands shake funny when he takes a cookie.

Maybe he’s just as anxious as you are, you think and send him a small smile. It only deepens the red on his face and you turn back, glad to see Aran approaching. Aran is safe.

- - - xxx - - -

“Does anyone know how we got her to make cookies?” Samu asks, licking the last remnants of his fingers.

Ginjima listens only with half an ear. You’re sitting on the other side of the large Gym, head bent over Riseki’s books as you explain something.

Why are you just so cute??? “I told her we all like sweets,” Kosaku explains simply.

“And she brought in sweets?” Suna’s voice is teasing enough to gather Ginjima’s whole focus.

“What are you saying?” He asks, voice skipping an octave.

“What do you think I’m saying?” Suna asks back.

“It’s just cookies,” Tsumu argues, clearly annoyed, “Can we get over it and start playing again? I’m getting bored over here.”

“Ginjima?” Kita’s voice cuts through the noise and he turns, half expecting a stern reprimand.

Instead, his captain stands stiff like a board, waving for him to come over. Next to him: You, head bowed.

He rushes over, heart thundering ahead.

“Yes, Captain?”

“Our dear manager isn’t feeling well. I trust you to walk her to the bus station.”

“Of course!” His heart beats in his throat now, but at least he managed to get that out. “Can I carry your stuff for you? That’s absolutely no problem!”

“I’m fine,” you whisper, but when Kita clears his throat pointedly you relinquish your bag to him

Ginjima makes sure to handle it with the utmost care, trying not to smile too brightly as he walks you out. Kita chose him for this job!

“Do you have a cold?” He asks as you walk. “Tsumu had it last week.”

“No, I don’t have a cold.” Your hands press against your stomach.

“Oh, a stomach bug then? Did you have the curry too today? I heard it wasn’t very good.”

“No… No, I didn’t.”

“Oh, what is it then? Do you have diarrhea?”

Your face pales and he goes almost cross-eyed looking for a trashcan to puke into. Instead, he finds a girl who’s pointing… at you.

“Are you for real?” She asks, voice shrill. “You’re a manager?”

“Who are you?” Ginjima asks, already pissed at the way she asked.

“Who are you?” She asks back. “And what lame kind of sport do you do that you allow Fatty over here to join?”

“What the hell-” He starts, hands balled to fists. “Who do you think you are?!”

She scoffs. “Like you need to know that, loser. Bye Fatty. I’ll see you.” She laughs and runs off and Ginjima has to grind his teeth to keep where he is instead of running after her.

After all, you’re still sick and Kita entrusted you to him!

“Are you okay?” He asks, turning back to you. “Do you know who that bitch is?”

You gasp.

“What?” He asks. “Like she didn’t deserve that title! You’re not fat. My uncle is fat but even if you were that’s no way to talk about you like that! She needs a good beating if you ask me.”

You look up at him, eyes welled up with tears. Your mouth opens and closes and he kinda has to guess what you want to know.

“My uncle?” He guess. “He’s got a disease… I can’t name it properly, but when he was my age he couldn’t move at all because of it and he got so depressed only food gave him a source of comfort. He’s a lot better now but he’s still got plenty of weight. Not that that drags him down if you’ll excuse that joke.” Ginjima can’t help but smile as he thinks of Uncle Keiji.

You shake your head and sniff.

“Oh, you need a tissue?” He pats down his jacket but comes up empty. “Here,” he slips out of it, “Just wipe your nose on it, I’ll wash it today, no problem.”

That’s when you start laughing, his jacket clutched in your hands.

He laughs along, a little confused, but hey, he got you cheered up again.

You don’t look up when the door opens. But the rest of your class does.

“It’s Miya Atsumu!” One of the girls whispers, clearly shocked.

“And his twin!” Someone else mutters equally impressed.

Ginjima leans around them and finds you easily, head bowed over a Bento Box.

“Hey!” He calls out to you. “You coming? We’re going up to the roof to eat.”

Your mouth opens and closes like a fish.

“Come on,” Suna’s voice drawls out lazily, “We don’t have all day.”

You nod, clearly confused, and grab your stuff, rush toward them.

“Who did you say was that bitch again,” Atsumu asks just as you’re a few steps from the door.

Ginjima pokes his head in again and smiles at the girl in question, baring his teeth.

“If you guys mess with our manager again,” Samu declares calmly, inspecting his fingernails, “Getting banned from our games will be the least of our problems. Are we clear?”

- - - xxx - - -

“Thank you for taking the time,” Kita closes the door behind him and smiles. The little storage room is cramped but filled with light from the evening sun.

“You wanted to talk to me?” You ask, hands fiddling. You haven’t lost your anxious ticks even after all these months.

“I’m resigning today,” he explains calmly. “It’s time to graduate. I thought Atsumu would be a good Captain. What do you think?”

You blink away a stubborn tear that won’t stay inside.

“He’ll need a little help,” you sniff, working against the lump in your throat. “But I’m sure he will do great.”

“You’ll help him, right?”

You nod, swallowing thickly. Kita’s warm hands land on your shoulders.

“Do you have any plans for the break?”

“No, not really.”

“Would you like to stay with us for those few weeks?”

You freeze.

“Are you… are you sure?”

“Yes. Granny would love you. I’m sure your parents won’t mind and you can help me with the harvest if you want. Or stay inside and help Granny with the house.”

Silence enfolds between you.

Eventually, with the warmest voice you’ve ever heard from him, he says “I’ve never had a little sister, but if I did… I’d want her to be like you.”

Ginjima’s eyes zero in on yours - surely red rimmed from all the bittersweet tears - but he doesn’t say anything.

Not long and Tsumu’s crying too, wiping his nose on his sleeve as Osamu blinks up into the sun, acting like he doesn’t care at all - the liar.

It’s hard, saying goodbye to the third years.

It will be different with them there, Aran’s daily blessings and Ōmimi’s book recommendations, Akagi’s silly jokes, and Kita’s calmness.

It will be different, but it won’t be bad. Not with all your friends around you.

“I entrust this Club to you,” Kita reminds Tsumu again as he leaves. “Every member and our shared goal. And don’t forget our dear manager.”

“What are you doing over the break?” Ginjima asks later as you wait for the bus.

Your hands fold around the seam of your skirt and you pinch it as if you remind yourself that this is real.

“I’m staying with Kita,” you tell him proudly, “He asked me to come.”

“Oh,” he makes and falls quiet.

“And you?”

“Training, I guess.” He pulls his shoulders up. “Text me when you get back, okay?”

“Okay.”

- - - xxx - - -

Another graduation comes much too soon.

Riseki’s crying this time, the captain’s title heavy on his shoulders.

“Ah, like you’d forget us,” Tsumu says but his voice is heavy with emotion.

Samu’s looking up and squinting into the sun, one of his eyes impressively bruised to match Tsumu. They’ve gotten into a fight this week and even though they refused to talk about it, everyone knows what it’s about.

“You coming in tomorrow?” Ginjima asks as he walks you home, the last bus long gone.

“For your graduation? Like I’d miss that.”

He smiles, fiddling something between his hands.

“You know, about that tradition… the second button… Did you get one so far?”

You laugh. “A second button? No way I’d get one.”

“But would you want one?”

You blink up at him. “Why would I want one?”

“Ah,” he smiles, “Just asking. Don’t all girls want one?”

“I dunno. Depends on the boy, I guess. Would you want one? From a girl, I mean?”

He blushes furiously and you snicker, digging your elbow into his side.

“Come on, tell me. Who is it you like?”

His smile turns pained and you step away.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to push you. It’s your decision to tell me.”

“Thank you. Though, I guess…” He holds out his hand. In it lies a button. “I think I should give it to you. For safekeeping, you know.”

“You don’t think she’ll accept it?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he tells you, voice strained, “I’m not allowed to date her anyway.”

“Oh, that sucks.” You pick the button from his hands and hold it up to the light. “But if you entrust me with it I will keep it safe until it changes. Would that be okay?”

He nods, redfaced, clearly unable to speak.

You tap his elbow with yours and walk on, slowly.

“Did I tell you about my summer plans?” You ask. “Kita got me a job at an accounting firm in Osaka. It’s nothing much but he thinks I might like it. What are your plans?”

Your hand is on Riseki’s shoulder and you’re crying along.

It’s different when you’re the one who’s leaving. Fresh-faced first-years look back at you. The second years mourn the games they could have played - lost to Karasuno yet again.

A new manager will help them go on and though you doubt the friendship will stay beyond these gym doors, you’ve burned her kindness into your heart.

“And don’t forget,” Riseki reminds them one last time, “Kita-san’s rule! Do not date the manager!”

You stop and turn, the tears forgotten for a moment.

“What?” You ask, not unlike a few of the boys who’ve been eyeing sweet Oyama for the better part of last year.

Riseki stumbles, clearly confused by the question.

“Yeah, he told us when you came in. It was very important to him so it must be important for the team. Keep that in mind, will you!”

They agree, some more, some less eager.

You resolve to ask Kita about it the next chance you get. After all he promised to come in tomorrow for your graduation.

- - - xxx - - -

“Ginjima!” You hug him, tears streaming from your eyes. “You came? What a surprise!”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world!” He says, proud that it succeeded. “The rest of the gang is also here!”

“Heeeyy!” Suna waves lazily. There’s also Tsumu and Samu, fighting over a Bento Box like in the good old days, and Aran who’s blessing you with one of his well-missed head pats.

Akagi drags Ōmimi and Kosaku over and for a moment, too short but still so precious, it feels like nothing changed.

“These are my parents!” You introduce them, grinning from one ear to the other. “Do you mind if I go out to eat with the boys?”

The boys. Ginjima’s heart sinks and lifts at the same time. He’s nothing but one of the boys.

Not like Kita who addresses your parents by first name.

But, he thinks when you fall into step with him, whispering how you’ve still got that second button if he needs it, not all hope is lost, right?

“Sit next to me,” he asks when you find chairs at the Izakaya. Half the team grins knowingly but you still don’t get it.

“No, no, I insist,” He pushes your hand back when you try to pay for your food. “It’s on me.”

“Let me walk you home, please.” He asks when they gather outside.

Tomorrow he’s going to be back in Osaka where his job waits for him.

Tomorrow you’ll be nothing but a too vivid memory of something that never got to be real.

Tonight you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.

“Sure,” you say, waving at the others, promises of meeting up soon hanging in the air. It’s been a year. It never gets easier.

But still, he leaves without a kiss, without a confession, without anything that means anything.

Because he can see it in your eyes, wide and warm and lovely, that you don’t get it. Maybe you never will.

But that’s okay. Or at least it will be okay someday.

- - - xxx - - -

“So you’re staying?” Samu asks as he plates the food. “For real?”

“For real!” You agree, breaking apart the chopsticks. “What should I try first?”

“Whatever you want. Everything’s good.”

“Wow, what about being humble?” You ask, digging in.

He laughs. “When have I ever been humble?”

“A lot,” you point out, mouth full. “Gosh this is good. Tsumu was always more arrogant.”

“True,” he jokes. “Have you seen him lately?”

You shake your head.

“Suna? Aran? No wait, Kita.”

You snort. “I see Kita at least once a month. That’s not news.”

“Ah yes, Kita, the love of your life.” Samu swoons, clutching his chest. You furrow your brows.

“What do you mean?”

“What?” Samu grins. “You’ve been a thing since when, his graduation?”

You choke on a bit of Onigiri. “What?! No! EW!”

“What?” Samu laughs disbelievingly. “I mean Ginjima told me you went to his place for the break. That’s kinda like making it official.”

“NO!” You belt out, horrified. “That’s what you all thought? But I was… But he is… We’ve always been more like brother and sister.”

Samu shrugs. “I mean he never seemed to mind that Ginjima was head over heels for you, so I didn’t bother-”

Your jaw slackens. “What?” You ask, voice breaking. “Ginjima was what?”

Samu halts, bottle of soy sauce in his hands.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know.”

“How would I know?”

“How would you not?! He’s got a crush on you since the day you started! Kita made it very clear though that no one was allowed to ask you out and Suna thought it was because he called dibs on you… Are you okay?”

You shake your head.

If he’d pulled the floor from under your feet you couldn’t have been more at a loss.

“Oh my god. I still have his second button.”

“Who’s?” Samu asks, taking a piece of Nigiri Sushi from your plate and popping it into his mouth.

“Ginjima’s.”

“Damn. That guy was bold. I mean I was never fully sure you were dating Kita after all, but at least Ginjima was convinced that you liked him more than him.”

“As a brother, maybe.” You huff, heart beating. Everything looks different now, looking back, with that information in mind.

“You need Sake?” Samu asks, voice comforting. “Or Soju?”

Sleep isn’t coming to you these days.

Kita’s explanations made sense - you had been afraid of everyone breathing back then, scared shitless every time someone other than him or Aran tried to speak to you - and you couldn’t hold it against him that he tried to protect you.

You’d have to talk to their current Captain though, to make sure that ridiculous rule wasn’t still in use.

You’d have to talk to Ginjima too at one point. But you don’t know what to say yet.

If you think of him now, all the moments you’ve been through together, the little things stand out so much more.

How he’d always been so eager to help, always wanting to talk.

How often he blushed around you.

How he defended you, told the other second years - no doubt that whole plan had been his idea.

You can’t think about all those quiet walks home, side by side yet barely touching, how he asked about your day and told you of his, without curling into a ball, warmth filling you to the point of overflowing.

If Kita’s the warmth of a fireplace in winter, a spot to stay safe and comforted, Ginjima is the warmth of the spring sun, guiding you outside. He’s the bright blue sky on summer days that makes you want to stay awake forever.

And every night, without fail, you pull his second button from its safe place and rest it where it had been on his blazer, on the place closest to your heart.

Ginjima works as a Gym Instructor now, not far from where you work.

Twice you’ve walked by and chickened out. You’re not sure you’ll be more successful today.

This time, though, you spot him through the tall windows.

He looks just like the last time you were a team, a towel slung around his shoulders.

It’s that sight that gives you the push you need and you step into the Gym, heart beating in your throat.

He turns and spots you, surprise widening his face. It reminds you of the first time you’ve met and your heart beats even faster.

“Hey!” He rushes over, almost tripping over a weight. “What brings you here.”

“I have something for you.” You stretch out your hand.

Ginjima stops and stares.

“I…” He starts, face split between confusion and pain he’s trying to hide. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s mine,” you explain nervously. “Samu told me… That you had a crush on me.”

“What?” He blushes furiously. “He told you what?”

“And that everyone thought I was dating Kita. We’re just... We’re just friends. Like brother and sister, actually. I didn’t know… I didn’t know you liked me,” your voice is getting lower but his eyes are wide.

“How could I not like you? You’re literally perfect!” He shouts and from somewhere behind him you can hear a voice shushing him.

You snort and he laughs, flustered, hand moving to take yours - and the button.

“And the No Date Rule?” Ginjima asks as if he’d only just remembered it.

“Officially no longer valid.”

- - - xxx - - -

“Lovebirds are in!” Tsumu declares loudly from the bar as the door opens. Ginjima shoots his cap at him, whistling in victory when he hits him square in the head.

“Don’t fight,” you chide behind him, your hand in his. “Are we late?”

“Nah,” Riseki waves from the other side, “Like you’d ever be. Ginjima should be glad to have you.”

“I am!” He declares. “Who’s questioning it?!”

“No one,” Kosaku drawls, hugging you as he moves toward the bathroom. But have some mercy on the single guys.”

“Hey, I could have a girlfriend if I wanted to!” Tsumu points out, followed by laughter.

On nights like this, when they all get together to watch one of them on TV - today it’s Aran - things hardly ever calm down.

But he wouldn’t change this for the world, not even when he has to work a shift tomorrow.

It reminds him of being young and a fool like he’s got nothing to lose and yet so much to fight for.

And when you curl into his side on the Couch, cheer him on when he manages to eat his bowl of soup faster than Tsumu, or defend him against Suna’s jabs he knows that nothing much has changed.

He’s still a fool in love.

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