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playmiya · 2 years

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OH NO! HE DOESN'T HATE ME?

pairing: trafalgar law x fem!reader genre: college au!, one sided rivalry, fluff & attempts at humour warnings: alcohol, mentions of needles note: sorry if law is a bit ooc i just made him a lil flirty heh synopsis: he is trafalgar law, your mortal enemy. why is he so.. goddamn attractive?

you don't know what attracted them to you, but they would just be so dumb that it made you laugh sometimes. maybe they felt smarter being within 5 feet of you? maybe they hoped that you'd do their homework? whatever it was, you never really figured it out since you never reciprocated their feelings.

all throughout high school, you'd find yourself surrounded by boys. wait, that's a misleading statement. of the limited males who would interact with you (you being the class nerd), they would be silly, stupid little airheads of guys (the type your anime-obsessed friend would call "total babygirls").

that was because you were too busy acing all your subjects so you could get into that prestigious "good college" that you had wanted to go to since 6th grade. go girl! you were a booked, busy and slaying girlboss all throughout highschool. (that was what you'd like to say to yourself. the reality was that you were a bit of an overachieving nerd.)

cut to the said, prestigious "good college", that you ended up getting into, and by god, were you truly a booked, busy and slaying girlboss in here. since everyone was mostly a nerd anyways, nobody bullied you or cringed away from you when you were trying to make conversation because well, everyone was more or less the same. you were excelling in kicking ass in your course, though.

college life was great to you. you finally had a (somewhat) ragtag friend group you fit into, one with people who actually got your back and who you trust, you studied subjects that you're genuinely interested in and you're enjoying. you scoff at stories of burnt out college students who cried their way to a degree and were basically fuelled by ramen.

that is, until you met trafalgar law in your course. after skipping the first week due to unknown reasons, he waltzes into class looking like a sleep deprived homeless guy, one that you mentally dismiss as another one of the stoners that hang around by the skatepark.

boy, were you wrong. it was almost laughable at how this guy suddenly took up your space in the class - the student who always had his their together, all the notes taken, all the assignments handed in (early!), all their essays completed - and worst of all, he didn't even look like he made an effort!

and so, a rivalry was born. seeing your name under laws for the first couple of tests was irksome, and you attributed it to luck, but when this pattern repeated itself, with barely a mark's difference, you took it personally. especially when you saw him smirking at the marksheet with his hair all tousled and golden eyes-

what the fuck, woman, pull yourself together!

anyways, you so hate trafalgar law.

"i mean, who does he think he is?", you grumble angrily through bites of your chicken sandwich to your business major friend, nami, who was counting bills in her hand from her "small business" she runs on campus.

"this is the third time this week you're having a meltdown over him. how do you even know that he reciprocates this ... mutual hatred or whatever?", she asks, absently waving her hand.

"he does!," you wail, banging your head on the table. after writing your (stellar, if you do say so yourself) essay for this week's advanced biology class, only to see it fall short by one mark to law's essay, you're ready to crumble into a pool of despair. and chicken sandwiches.

"with what evidence? i mean, the poor guy doesn't even talk outside of class," nami replies skeptically.

"evidence? in terms of evidence ... er... we have no evidence. hey! how do you know how he's like outside of class, though?", you retort quickly.

"get over him, girl, let's take shots," nami announces, folding the wad of notes and tucking it into the pocket of her jeans. seeing your teary face and silence, she sighs.

"this is the part where you're supposed to say: and i was like, i'm down. you really aren't used to failure, right?", she asks, and you shake your head.

despite your somewhat lonely and silly highschool life, you were never second best. to anyone, in anything. so this disruption caused by stupid fucking trafalgar law and his stupid fucking god given good physique - you mean, his irritable personality - is a new thing to handle for you. i mean, for fuck's sakes, you were on the national scholars list!

"we need to get your mind off these things. come for a party with me for once, get out of your little ratpack apartment," she whines, and you inhale. maybe doing shots and having a little bit of fun would help you get your mind off your academics.

"okay," you whisper, wiping the corner of your mouth with a napkin.

"for real?", she whoops, little stars appearing in her eyes. "yeah, sure, why the hell not. as long as it's not a frat party!", you sigh.

"it's not! it's at luffy's place at 10, okay?", she calls, and you sweatdrop. 10? that's when you usually start your nightly rewatch of suits that you end up falling asleep to.

... okay, maybe you do need to get out there and have some fun.

the clothes you're wearing qualify as cute and short and quite flimsy. not a good thing for a party where everyone's practically bouncing off the walls with alcohol and hormones. thankfully, you're sitting with robin and zoro, who choose to just sexily brood in a corner instead of engaging in the usual party haberdashery.

unlike zoro and robin, you can't get bitches through sexy brooding because you're incapable of it, as usopp pointed out, something you took offence to. you're perfectly capable of sexy, smouldering looks, you protest.

"hey, y/n! why do you look constipated?", yamato asks, slinging a shoulder over your frame as his bulky body hangs over yours, reeking of cheap beer.

"constipated? man, i really was trying to go for the sexy mysterious hot girl vibe," you whine defeatedly as yamato chuckles.

"if anyone's giving the sexy constipated vibe other than those two," he motions towards zoro and robin, who were sipping their red solo cups and chatting (and looking classy while doing it!)," it's that guy," he motions towards a man who just walked through the door.

"huh. can't see him very well. what's his name?", you ask, as you observe him stroll over to the limited bar and pick up a drink. he's wearing all-black, and with the already dimmed lights, you can't figure out who it is.

"why don't we go find out?", yamato says happily, dragging you towards him through the sweaty crowd of people.

"what?", you squeal, pulling the hem of your dress down as he obliviously trundles on. "what if i don't want to find out?", you yelp, as you shoot a quick wave to nami across the room, along with mouthing the words help me. she just grins and gives you a thumbs up.

"loosen up, y/n! i'm just introducing you to a totally random hot dude," yamato states as you approach the bar. you're directly behind the guy now, and he has stunningly broad shoulders, if you do say so yourself. however, you see a familiar creep of black ink up his neck and the usual subtly flashy gold earrings, and you feel your throat go dry.

there's a feigned cough that's heard when he turns around to face the two of you as yamato continues grinning obliviously.

"totally random hot dude? could you be any louder?", trafalgar law asks irritably as yamato gulps.

trafalgar law, your arch nemesis at this party? catching you lacking and calling him hot? the heavens were really against you today ....

... but then again, it really was difficult to not call him hot when his sleeves were halfway rolled up, with his forearms exposing dark swirls of ink that he's got tattooed almost everywhere, or with that gold link chain that peeks out from the two undone buttons of his black linen shirt.

yeah, your throat's still definitely dry.

"sorry, man. i'm yamato, luffy's roommate. nice to meet ya!", yamato says quickly, sticking his hand out. law takes it hesitantly and shakes it, but surprisingly his eyes are on you?

you're not one to back down to a silly little man's stare, so you stare right back, even if it's weirdly awkward.

the intensity of his gaze makes you squirm, and if you can feel it, yamato definitely can. "i'm gonna go now," he squeaks, skittling away before even introducing you.

you, your mortal enemy and a jock that just abandoned you stand in front of a bar that only serves shitty beer. the start of a bad joke, you think.

after law decides that enough time's been spent having a staring contest with you, he blinks and offers you a drink.

"y/n, right? you're in my advanced biology class?", he asks, as you appreciatively accept the drink.

"and general chemistry. and biochemistry and physics," you add sheepishly. "i think we're in the same course!", you chirp, surprised at the fact that he doesn't even remember you. what the fuck, man? was he trying to be cool.

"yeah, that's probably it. sorry i didn't remember," he says cooly, and you double take. one, was his voice always so attractive. so low and composed? two, why was he apologising? apologising's practically admitting defeat!

"i wasn't here for the first week or so, it'll take me a while to remember people. but you'll stick with me," he says with a small grin, and you can't help but feel hot all over. you'll stick with me? that's not something very academic rival-y to say.

wait, was he flirting with you?

"uh, thanks," you respond intelligently. "so, lit party, huh?", you change the topic quickly, trying to shake off your previous thoughs.

he emits a low, rich, chuckle.

" 's okay, i suppose. i just got dragged here by luffy," he says. "i don't like going out that much," he explains.

"yeah, luffy has that effect on people. so does nami," you add, laughing slightly. law hums, gazing off into the crowd. what is this? you're holding civil conversation with him?

"it's good that i came, though. wouldn't have met some interesting people otherwise. i might have regretted that," he speaks slowly, his eyes back on you again. interesting people? is he talking about you?

"are you calling me interesting?", you ask bluntly (the alcohol is getting to you.)

"i don't know. are you interesting, y/n?", he asks, to which you pause, opening your mouth. "i think you are," he laughs, seeing your dumbfounded expression. you didn't expect him to reciprocate your honesty.

"um. that's nice of you. thanks. do you, maybe want to get some fresh air? i can't stand the smell of sweat anymore," you sigh, and law's lips curve upwards into that of a smile.

"sure. thought you'd never ask," he replies. hand on the small of your back, he gently guides you through the sea of gyrating, drunk bodies to the door. he opens it for you, and you feel a little twinge of a butterfly at the bottom of your stomach when you finally step out onto the street.

i thought you wouldn't say yes, you think to yourself.

"woah! and this one?", you ask, pointing to the inner side of his forearm.

it is approximately 3:36 AM, and you are sitting in a convienience store happily eating double chocolate chip ice cream and asking trafalgar law (your academic enemy) about the meaning of his tattoos.

or as law likes to think of it, it is 3:36 AM and he is sitting with a beautiful, funny girl who is eating double chocolate chip ice cream and asking about the meaning of his tattoos.

"this was like a week or two ago when i got really drunk and luffy dared me to get one while taking shots," he laughed, staring down at the dragon that adorned the center of his sleeve, with its blue scales. "it hurt like a bitch," he grimaces, remembering how he actually screamed during the outline.

"it looks really good, though," you say softly, enraptured by it. your eyes look like they're brimming over with stars (not something someone would usually say in a crappy college 24x7 where the aircon doesn't work, but god, law really thinks you're just something else).

ever since he saw you at that party, hell, even in class when you'd get up and talk, he was so awed by your confidence and how prepared you were to answer almost anything. you were so put together, witty and charming, it was kind of hard for him to not crush on you.

so yes, he was trying to act kind of douchey and cool when he pretended like he didn't know you at the party.

"you can touch it if you want," he offers, straightening his arm towards you.

"really? it won't hurt, right?", you ask, soft concern lacing your voice.

"nah, it healed a while ago. don't worry 'bout it," he said, and you tentatively raise a palm and rest it on the tattoo. the lines still feel bold to him, and he ignores the slight sting he feels when your nails graze over the color.

"i've always wanted to get a tattoo," you smile to yourself, admiring his.

"but i've kinda always been scared of the pain," you add, laughing. "i mean, yeah, it does hurt," law finds himself saying.

"but it's worth it. tattoos help you remember things ...... worth remembering," he finishes, tone low as he looks at you.

you swallow. shit, did he make you feel awkward? is he coming off as too much? i mean, sanji did tell him that he should be honest and straight up, but that's sanji -

"you should take me sometime. to get a tattoo, for moral support, y'know?", you grin.

"yeah. let's do it sometime," he replies, the thought strangely comforting.

"i gotta choose a design, first. i want something small," you muse to yourself, wiping your fingers on the paper napkin.

"i have an idea," law offers, and you hum.

"a heart," he declares, raising his own arm to show the one on his wrist.

you kiss him. it's slow, and really unexpected and spontaneous, but what the hell? he can't just say that and not expect you to kiss him? you pull away and the first thing you do is apologise. too bad it never escapes your lips, since the next thing he does is pull you back onto him.

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natsukitakama · 3 years

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Headcanon : Protection feat Izana Kurokawa

Author note : it wasn’t really on my list but hey I’ve dreamt about it so I had to write it. I hope you’ll like it I wish he could have more screen time, it might be a little bit OOC sorry. I can’t wait to see him getting animated. After writing this I feel like writing a part 2 more focused about him being your boyfriends what do you think ?

Warning : Obviously spoiler from the tenjuku arc (chapters 121) / Soft / Mention of bones being broken / Izana being violent / Mention of attraction basically love at first sight

Disclaimer as usual I do not own the pictures credits to their owner and especially to Aoi Sano (Pinterest) for their coloring panel

Masterlist

Izana Kurokawa 黒川くろかわイザナ

As usual we need some basics information before starting, being in a relationship wouldn’t be a piece of cake you know. He got through a lot when he was younger and his hell never stopped getting bigger and stronger. He first got into reform school (and getting separated from his sister) when he was all alone since her mother couldn’t careless about her children, he found a brother in Shinichiro only to discover later that Shin wasn’t really his brother. He lost his family and again he was all alone and on his own.

The fact that he spent most of his times alone without a real family before Kakucho hardened his heart which means he is really difficult for him to get attached to anyone and even if he will find someone attractive, it would be hard for him to create connection with them in order to start a relationship. He just can’t take the risk of being emotionally involved with someone if they are about to leave him, he can’t love anyone if they didn’t decide to spend the rest of their life with him.

He despises infidelity and all those things

Obviously when you start a relationship you can’t promise to spend the rest of your life with someone, everything could happen.

But if you can’t promise that then he doesn’t want you, that’s the rule.

He can’t stand people getting dishonest to him and we all know all he formed his gang Tenjuku (he doesn’t trust any of his member aside from Kakucho but he knows since he was stronger than them that they won’t try to betray him)

Even if you’ll promise to stay with him to remain his significant other until death would tear you apart from him, it doesn’t mean that your relationship will go smoothly but we’ll talk about it later.

With those informations in your mind you understand that to Izana getting in love, falling in love wasn’t really in his program, let’s be honest he got a lot of works to do. The king is a busy man. He also believe deep down that he doesn’t deserve any kind of affection.

But you just popped up from nowhere.

He was taking the subway with Kakucho to a meeting with Kisaki, he was already bored by it even though they haven’t reach the location. He knew Kisaki was obsessed about Mikey’s fall as much as Izana wanted it, but there was something more he was sure of it. Since Kisaki couldn’t lead a meeting, Izana had to be there but he was bored, all he wanted was to start his damn war and kick Mikey’s ass.

As he was daydreaming, he started to notice a shaking form. He tried to not look at it decided that he was none of his business, but the more he was focusing on the windows in front of him, the more he could feel/see the person shaking. So he had to at least spare them a look.

You were currently pushed against one of the subway’s door, and a man was moving his body as close to you as possible, moving his head so he could hum your perfume. No doubt for Izana the men was touching you and probably whispering some dirty bullshit to you. Judging by your shaking and the way your face was down and the way you were holding your bag against your chest, you were starting to lose the battle between you and that assholes.

At first (again) Izana decided that it was none of his business, after all you didn’t know him, you weren’t a friend someone he cares about, why would he move a finger to protect you ? He doesn’t own you anything after all.

But then as if you could hear his thought, you moved slowly your head and your eyes met him.

Maybe it’s the way your pupil was illuminated because of the tears that were threatening to leave, maybe it was just the color of your eyes, maybe it was the way you looked deeply into his eyes while a man was starting to get his way without your consent. Maybe you were just too beautiful, maybe it the lovely form of your face, maybe it was the way your lips open slowly to take a breath. But Izana felt something.

It didn’t last more than a second but he felt it, his heart started to pump faster, the urge of touching your lips with his own was getting stronger, the greed of having you in his arm being the one to be able to hum was driving him crazy. But the worst was the way that assholes put an arm around you as if you were his.

How dares him ? You belonged to him, he knows it.

He had to protect was his.

Izana’s body moved on his own and before he could get ou of his weird feelings, he was already in front the assholes, his shoulder was bumping against the assholes one.

« Hey who the fuck are you ? »

« Who the fuck am I ? »

« Who the fuck is this ? »

« My name doesn’t matter, which really matters is to you moving cause you’re on my way »

« On your way huh ? »

« So you’re not totally idiot up after all »

« How dare- »

Before the man couldn’t even realized what was happening, his body contort himself as he was made of gum, the man’s face hurled the floor pretty loudly. You were pretty sure that his noise and jaw were broken judging by the impact, he might have a couple of other broken bones and his shoulder might need to be replaced correctly. As the blood was slowly leaving the man’s mouth, you moved your face to look at the boy you saw before.

To be honest you might look at him hoping he would help you but when he stopped looking at you, you thought that you were all alone on your own against him. And now the bastard was on the floor.

And Izana didn’t know what to do with himself, his body really acted on his own, he didn’t really want to act all cocky in front of you but he just couldn’t help him. Even after his urges left his body he could still feel it, he wanted to stroke your cheek, and to feel your breath against his body whispering that you only belong to him.

You didn’t know what to do either, like obviously you needed to thank him because the stranger really helped you while you thought he didn’t give a damn about you. But you couldn’t do anything but stare at him, there were something about him. His eyes looked both strong but extremely soft as he was all shattered, but his body the way he was standing in front of you give you the impression of a Japanese emperor ready for his next battle. He got these royalty vibes, or maybe it was just the way the sun was glowing in his tan skin, he was really handsome. And as the heat was slowly reaching your cheeks you took all you have to at least thank him properly

« Em well-»

« Izana that’s here we need to go »

As Kakucho was on his way to leave the subway since they finally reached their destination, It took everything for Izana to leave you, he knows you were about to talk to him and he was dying to hear the sound of your voice. Would he be raspy ? Would he be high pitched because of your anxious state and the adrenaline ? Would it feel sweet ? Maybe you were one of those lucky people with a sexy voice ?

But he didn’t have the chance to be sure about it because Kakucho put a hand on his shoulder to inform him that they really needed to go. As he was about to leave you, he felt a pair on hand around his wrist and as normally this contact should bother him he couldn’t help but melt a little bit because he knows it was you holding his wrist.

« I’m sorry I really need to go I got a -»

« Thank you very much ! I mean it you really saved my life I don’t know what would happened if you didn’t kick him out. Thank you so much »

« Whats your name »

« Uh ? »

« You hear me »

« My name is y/n Y/l/n »

« No need to thank me y/n this shit was on my way anyway. I need to go. See you soon »

« O-Okay see you ? »

The subway’s door was closing as you had no choice but to let his wrist go, again you looked at him right in front of his eyes. This time your eyes weren’t full of tears because you closed them to give him a warm smile while the subway was now moving separating you both. You didn’t see it, but your smile somehow makes him slightly smile too.

He’ll have you he just knows it

It would be a matter of time

And he didn’t lie, in fact a couple of days later he was you again on the subway. This time not only you were bothered by an assholes but you were genuinely talking with your friends, you didn’t notice him but he looked at you almost during his whole travel. As he was about to leave you finally noticed him, and again you gave him your best smile as you were waving at him telling your friends that he was your hero.

It took you almost two weeks to realize that Izana used to take the same subway as you every Thursday when it was almost lunch time. Since you never got the chance to thank him properly, you decided that today would be your chance since it was the day you would see him on the sub.

As the sub was driving your eyes were looking for the handsome hero, you couldn’t help but feel your throat tighten as you realized that it would be your first real interaction. You were a little bit anxious what if he didn’t like your gift ? What if he already forgot about you ? But today wasn’t the time to be worried sick, it was time for action.

So when you finally saw him with his friends you stoop up and walked quickly in his direction, Izana haven’t noticed you since he was back at you but his friends kakucho did and inform him that you were coming to him.

The thought of you coming for him was driving him crazy, since he « saved you » (he just moved on his own to be honest and act all cocky for no reason) both you never had the chance to talk to each other properly

But now you were here decided to talk to him, his heart was again pumping faster as he was seeing your tearing face again in his mind. For some reason it was the memory he kept from you, he just liked the idea of you needing him.

When he finally turned to see you, you were here in front of him holding a gift … Wait was it a bento ?

Seeing that he was kinda confused at your gift you decided to talk first

« It’s a gift you know to thank you for saving me. I-I’ve noticed that you use to take this sub during lunch time and I never saw you eat you something so I wanted to cook you something I hope you’ll like it »

Watching him looking at you without saying anything makes you wondered if this was a good idea ? After all the fact that you two took the same sub on Thursday and that you two exchanged some looks doesn’t mean he is into you. More over it doesn’t mean he wants you to cook for me, why would you do that ?

As you were about to take everything back and run for your dignity Izana finally smiled. Of course it was a tiny smile, but it felt so warm in your heart. It was as if you two were in your own bubble surrounding by flowers and the sun. Everything felt peaceful.

As he moved his hands to take your bento, you haven't missed the way his finger brushed against your palm, the way his thumb was stroking the skin of your hand to make the instant last longer.

You haven't missed either the electricity running though your vein each time his skin was against yours

You were definitely into you but don’t worry he is into you too

Kakucho who was watching the scene from afar couldn’t believe his eyes, I mean he was aware of the little attraction between you two. But he never expected Izana to actually make a move on you, knowing him as a child, Kakucho was aware that Izana wasn’t the one to give his trust because he knows that in the end he would be betrayed.

So it surprised him to see Izana interacting with you. But Kakucho couldn’t say that there wasn’t something between you two, even he could feel the electricity the warmth that wrapped everything whenever you two met each other. Now that you two were talking touching to each other, it felt even more tangible.

But surprised him more was to see Izana making last your moment as long as possible, it was pretty uncommon for him. But Kakucho guess that he wasn’t used to that feeling, it’s been a long time since someone shows him that they care for him.

As you two looked at each other, Izana seemed to notice that he needed to say something. So he thanked you and proceeds to ask for your number so you two could still keep in touch. After sharing your number, he sat next to you holding the bento as if it was the most precious things of the world and proceeds to talk to you. Surprisingly it was quite easy to talk to him. You noticed that he seemed to memorize every information you gave to him, he was focused on you, on what you were saying. Yeah he was a good listener to the point that when he finally left you for another meeting, you realized that he barely talked about himself. All you know was that his name was Izana he was 18 yo his friends’ name is Kakucho and that’s it. He talked about a meeting but you had no idea about what, but he questioned you a lot. He wanted to know everything about you or at least he gave you the impression

No need to say that you two talked a lot by texts and you decided to have a date even though you two weren’t a thing yet, you just wanted to spend some times with him and he was eager to see you.

By the time you two had that date you learned from him a few things about him, mostly that he was in a gang. At first Izana wanted to keep it a secret, but he was aware that he needed to be honest with you if he wanted you to stay with him. He told you about his goal and what he was doing because he needed you to know what you were about to engage.

In the meantime you noticed a few things about himself, even if he said that he wasn’t clingy, you noticed that he was touch starved and would take benefit of every occasion to hold your hand or at least put a hand on your waist, back or even put his arm around you.

You also noticed that even though he acted like he could wait, he was desperately eager to kiss him judging by the way he was always staring at your lips. And when you finally felt confident enough to kiss him, it became a usual thing for you. Meaning he kisses you on every occasion : when you two met by accident, he will put his arm around your waist and give you a peck on your cheeks then expect you to put your hand on his cheeks to give him his kiss. When you two went on a date, his hand would find his way into your behind your head or on your neck as he moved his face to kiss you. Sometimes when he feels that someone was looking at you the wrong way, he will proceed by taking your chin with his fingers and kiss you while looking straight to the person’s eyes just to tease them (if they are a bother he will kick the shit out of them).

He will even went as far as to push you against a wall, one of his hand on the wall next to your head the other on your waist to put you still as he is kissing the breath of your lung.

But he has his limit, whenever he met someone from his gang he will put distance between you two and act kinda « cold » around you too. You never understood why and he didn’t explain to you. All you know that when the member would leave he will go back to his clinginess as if he wasn’t cold two minutes before

Also even if you two dates for a long time, even if he is comfortable about you he never or barely talked about his past. Its not like he doesn’t trust you (even though a part of him reminds him to be careful with you cause you might leave him one day like everyone) but its just too painful for him. So whenever he feels like he can talk to you about some memory of his past he does it but otherwise he doesn’t feel like talking to you and won’t appreciate if you push him. Give him time

He never fought in front of you, even if someone is getting on his nerve he will ask Kakucho to take you away from the scene. He doesn’t want to scare you or worst getting hurt because of that piece of shit. When he is sure that you are safe with Kakucho he will end them

Izana won’t take you to his meeting too, to be honest he doesn’t want you to be involved into his gang’s activities. He is aware that Kisaki is probably playing with him but he won’t take the risk of you getting use as a threat, but also because he saw you as his light. He won’t forgive himself if you would lose that light coming from you. So he will keep you away from every dirty activity he might be involved. But at the same time whenever he is about to fight a big gang Izana would tell you cause he might disappear from a couple of days and don’t want you to feel alone or anything. It melts his heart each time you tell him you will wait for him

God bless the one who would ever put a finger on you, this man isn’t here to joke. If you are injured because of someone, they are dead Izana isn’t afraid to beat themselves until they’re out.

Walking with Izana is like having his own personal body guard bonus point because he holds your hand and kisses you

It might take some times but he will open-up slowly, he needs times before considering letting his guard down. He spent most of his time alone because people betrayed him, and even if he wants to trust you with all his heart we never know. But he will let you in don’t worry

He has a lot of love to give he just needs times and reassurance to do so

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danny-chase · 3 years

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wait selina had her own protege? Tell me more 🥺

[Image ID: A young girl (maybe like 13-15) with hazel (yellowish) eyes and short brown hair. She's wearing a lot of eye makeup, a little hat with cat ears, and goggles. She wears a tie, pink vest, and grey t-shirt with pawprints. End ID]

Batman (1940) #642

Kitrina Falcone - link to wiki

She was a Catwoman copy cat (haha sorry i couldn't help it) who grew up with her abusive uncle (Mario Falcone - he literally tries to kill her in the arc she's in, she calls him uncle - but others claim she's his little sister and she claims she's Carmine's daughter) and lived on the streets for a while. She looked up to Catwoman and imitated her, but Selina steals some of her maps (i think like blueprints for heists or smth idk) so she breaks in to Selina's house to steal them back.

At this point she was working for Penguin (she bombed a place it was a whole thing) - her map making skills are vital for taking down/locating Black Mask so she's vital (she's doing this for the bounty). And she and Selina get on and Selina gives her a costume and she becomes Catgirl.

[Image ID: Selina Kyle as Catwoman and Kitrina Falcone as Catgirl stand on a rooftop next to each other with the moon illuminating them. The Catgirl costume has a studded silver belt and collar, black claw-like gloves, black leggings, and a black tank. There are pink zagging stripes on the side of the torso and back of her calf that have silver behind them. She also wears pink ankle high converse with a purple cat icon patch on the side. She has a mini cowl with cat ears that are pink on the inside and pink scale-like bracelets/ruffles at the end of her gloves. Narration boxes (Dick): Or in this case, in the reflection I catch out of the corner of my eye - the swift and agile movement in the reflection of the windows across the street. Selina: He's gone, Catgirl. Kitrina: I want to follow him. I bet he has a cool hideout. Selina: No. You have much to learn... and lesson one starts tonight. End ID]

Batman (1940) #697

Idk if she has any appearances as Catgirl, but following her appearances listed in the wiki she lives with Selina for a while until Dick tries to talk her into going to boarding school (with Selina also on board) on orders from Bruce.

[Image ID: Dick and Kitrina argue on a rooftop, Dick as Batman and Kitrina in a white tank top and pink pajama pants. Narration box: I don't have much time to spare on a night like tonight. But Bruce wants Kitrina Falcone out of Gotham. I can't say I disagree. Dick: The Aldridge Boarding School for girls is one of the best in the country, Kitrina. It's everything you need. Kitrina: And nothing I want. Dick: You can't have what you want. I'm taking that away from you. Kitrina Why are you acting like such a dork? I've proven myself. I helped you. Are you forgetting all the - Dick: You're young enough... smart enough to have a normal life. And you're an opportunist... take the one I'm giving yo - Kitrina: No one gives me anything. I take. I have everything I need here. Support. Training. Selina (off panel): Listen to him, Kitrina. End ID]

Batman (1940) #710

Dick lecturing a kid about not being a child vigilante is just jdfklajdkfla hypocrite XD

Anyways from here on, she runs ahead on the case they're working on (i skimmed didn't actually read it) leaving him clues and such it's like the typical young vigilante storyline of being over confident. She gets in over her head, Dick catches up and bails her out - she runs (because this one actually has self preservation instincts unlike the 934758 other batfam characters). Dick gets shot in the head (again - but don't worry the cowl redistributed its impact *sigh* this man has so much head trauma, but comic book logic) by Harvey Dent's wife Gilda no less and wakes up later and finds this letter.

[Image ID: Dick looks down at a paper, bandages are wrapped around his forehead. He's drawn with blocky features there art style isn't doing him any favors. Dick: A letter from Kitrina Flacone. The note reads: Dear Batman, I am writing to keep you from worrying about what became of me. I wouldn't want you to think that "Catgirl" got in over her head. Or was kidnapped, or killed. They show the side of a travelling bus. Note: I'm leaving voluntarily. In fact, I'm going to try out that school you signed me up for. It's probably a dumb idea... but I'm a girl who likes challenges. Kitrina sits looking into the window, seeing her reflection as Catgirl, earbuds in her ears. Note: And putting up with a bunch of rich prissy debutantes will be a challenge. I'm sure I'll put a few of them on their rears by the time it's over. But the point I'm making is, don't count me out. I'll be back. And I will be bad-assed. - Sincerely, K End ID]

Batman (1940) #712

The arc itself is pretty dry and follows a pattern we've already seen from DC comics. Also she's like "I'll be back" and DC just went sike. So. Yeah. Reboot messed her stuff up. It's annoying to me that they made Lian Selina's new protégé or whatever when they already had this storyline right here, and to have Jade drop her off like that is ooc, especially because Roy was right there as well. And while Kitrina might not be for everyone personality wise, I personally would love to see her kick rich kids asses at boarding school. Or just have her train under Selina - because at the least she already grew up watching Selina and trying to emulate her, both in personality and in the skills she taught herself - so the connection for this character is already there - whereas "Shoes" just came out of nowhere.

Another thing I find kind of funny is the popularity of "Stray" fics, because she hits some of the same beats I've heard about (i haven't read any though this is second hand knowledge). To my understanding, when someone (Tim or Jason) is stray, they grow up on the streets trying to escape familial abuse (which she does) and eventually is taken in by Catwoman (which she is) and becomes her protégé (again which canonically happened to this character). Though she doesn't interact with her respective Robin (Damian at the time) too much which i think is also usually a part of said fics.

Anyways here's her being called a stray lakdfjaslfdj

[Image ID: Kitrina as Catgirl slams into a car, Riddler's daughter following after her. Riddler's daughter: I need to warn you. I hate cats. Kitrina is kicked through the cars windshield. Riddler's daughter: Especially strays. Kitrina: Oofh! End ID]

Batman (1940) #711

I have no idea if this is a coincidence or not - this character has very few appearances, which date back to the Dick!Bats era - so i assume most of this fandom doesn't actually know who she is, but it's possible one of the first "Stray" fics used her as inspiration.

Also she freaking bit Dick as Batman which i find hilarious - i know fandom makes a big thing about Damian being a biter but like:

[Image ID: Kitrina bites someone's gloved forearm - it's Dick as Batman but you can't tell from the panel, forcing him to drop a knife. There's a chomp sound effect. Kitrina: What're ya? Crazy?! You're not killing him! Dick: Umff!]

Batman (1940) #696

*CHOMP*

#I also found a panel of Steph biting the Black Mask during War Games and i was like yes get him!!!#thanks for the ask i'm sorry this was so gosh darn long lmao #Kitrina falcone #stray #i wouldn't go looking for stray stuff apparently theres a lot of j*y/t*m which is why i avoid it #and allow the more dedicated individuals wade through the trash and tell me about it #either which way i'm literally so angry they chose to do a stupid ass plot with Lian instead of just bringing her back #like dc please read your own comic book canon and then we can talk #asks #batfam #little known batfam members #batfamily #catwoman #catgirl #dc comics #selina kyle

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hellimagines · 4 years

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Indebted to You -- Barry OBX

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Summary: As JJ Maybank’s older sister it’s always been your top priority to protect your little brother. Even if that means easing your father’s temper by indebting yourself to Outerbanks’ top dealer.

Warnings: child abuse, frequent dr*g mention and dr*g dealing (of the non-oui’d variety), paying off someone else’s debt non-conventionally

Pairing: Barry x fem!Maybank!reader

Word Count: 2.4K

DISCLAIMER: Please, for the love of fuck, DO NOT do hard dr*gs just because you think they’re ‘cool’ or because you think dating a dealer is ‘cool’. Believe me when I tell you that neither of those things are cool, and that is NOT what I am trying to get across with this story; I don’t condone hard dr*g use.

A/N: This is something I pulled out of my ass because I wanted to write for Barry really bad, but I didn’t have any ideas. It has potential but I’m not sure if it’s gonna go anywhere. Also, Barry may be a little OOC since we don’t get much from his character. Anyway, I hope you guys like this and let me know what you think!

You released a slow, aggravated huff while staring down at your drunken father. He sat hunched over on the couch, with his elbows digging into his knees and his gaze trained on the coffee table before him. Behind you, your younger brother was curled into an armchair with a frozen bag of expired peas pressed against his left eye and a bloody tissue under his nose. You yourself had a welt already throbbing and beginning to swell on your cheekbone, but you ignored it in favor of kicking your dad’s limp foot. His head shot up, neck cracking with the unexpected speed, and narrowed his eyes at you dangerously.

“You had some nerve steppin’ in on something that wasn’t your business. What’ve I told you ‘bout stickin’ your nose where it don’t belong?” he snarled while attempting to stand, but was pathetically unsuccessful due to his inebriated state. All he managed to do was stumble and fall back down on the couch with a grunt.

You rolled your eyes, “And what’ve I told you about mixing your whiskey and blow? I already have your grave dug outback, and the sooner you keep this shit going, the sooner I get to toss your ass inside it.” Luke scoffed at your words but didn’t offer a rebuttal as he flexed his bloody knuckles. “JJ didn’t touch the fucking money-- I’ve been keeping ahold of it so nothing goes missing before I head to Barry’s. You’d remember that if you weren’t fucking high or drunk all the time. JJ’s got his own job and is making his own money, he doesn’t need to jack your rolled bills for anything.”

You pulled out a wad of recently-flattened bills, shaking the cash in front of your dad’s face. It was roughly $600 that you had made the past weekend while bouncing from Kook party to Kook party. Luke’s eyes widened at the sight of the money and he instinctively reached out to grab it from you. Your arm jerked back and you clutched the wad tightly before shoving it back into the pocket of your leather jacket.

With a shake of your head, you looked over your shoulder and gave your brother a once over, nodding to yourself after assessing he wouldn’t be dropping dead anytime soon. “Why don’t you go to JB’s? I’ve got shit handled here and I heard the waves were supposed to be good before the sun sets.”

“You sure? I can go with you-”

“Over my dead body. I got involved in this so you didn’t have to. Scram, before I change my mind and make you clean the kitchen.” JJ frowned but did as he was told, depositing the peas back in the freezer before making his way out the front door. You turned back to your dad, who was now laying on the couch with an arm thrown over his face. “I don’t have many more runs to do before we’re out of this shit-eating debt you caused with Barry. Keep your paws off the cash and we won’t have any problems, okay? You can’t fuck this up before I manage to fix it. Please, dad,” you whispered pleadingly and lowered yourself to the edge of the coffee table.

Your dad peeked open an eye at you before laughing darkly. “You’re running the game, princess. The streets know you, but even worse, those rich Kooks know you and know what you have to offer. That won’t be forgotten, especially with how good you’ve been running that shit. You’re not gonna be getting out anytime soon, so what’s it matter if a couple twenties go missin’ or a gram gets cut on our table? Don’t piss Barry off and don’t get caught by the cops, and you’ll be set for life.”

“No, I’m not like you,” you growled as your lip curled into a sneer. “I don’t wanna keep dealing and end up bitter and angry and alone, like you. Once I’m finished working off your debt, I’m done.”

Luke shot up from the couch in the blink of an eye, towering over you while gripping your jaw tightly. You could feel his fingers painfully digging into your skin, pressing against your teeth, and making you wince. “Doesn’t matter what you fucking want. This isn’t your world, princess. Once people know who’s moving product in the streets, you’re stuck. So you may as well embrace the Maybank name and take what you can while you can. Now, be a good girl and go make daddy proud,” he hissed in your ear, before roughly letting go of your jaw by flinging your head to the side. You teetered off the edge of the table and fell to your side on the floor, but Luke didn’t spare you a second glance as he stepped over you and stumbled to his room.

After pushing yourself to your feet and massaging your sore jaw, you shot a glare toward the direction of your father’s room. “Fuck you,” you spat quietly before leaving the house and slamming the door shut behind you.

By the time you made it to Barry’s trailer, the sun had set and the small grassy area Barry called his ‘backyard’ was lit up with lights, noises, and people. You made your way around the trailer, nodding to a few people you recognized before you found Barry lounging in a lawn chair with a beer in his hand. His smile was wide and dirty as he laughed with the people surrounding him, seemingly at ease with everyone. When he noticed you walking toward him out of the corner of his eye, his smile brightened and he shouted out for you.

“Ay, look who it is!” he yelled, waving an arm out toward you while the others cheered at your arrival. “I was just thinkin’ about you, sweetheart. C’mon, sit down with me. I left a chair open just for you,” Barry smiled, gesturing to the black lawn chair beside him with a Mikes waiting in the arm pocket. Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but to snicker softly at him and take the offered chair.

“What made you so certain I’d show up tonight?” you hummed teasingly while opening the spiked limeade that had been waiting for you.

Barry grinned over the lid of his beer, his brown eyes watching you intently as you drank from your bottle. “Because I know you, sweetheart. Sunday nights are your drop-off nights.” Your cheeks warmed at his comment, but you played it off with a scoff and shake of your head. “I wanted to make sure you were more comfortable tonight, so I kept that chair open for ya and grabbed your favorite while on a liquor run.”

A harsh scoff came from a chair on the other side of Barry, and you peeked around him to see who it came from. “Special privilege for his new fucktoy, what a surprise,” the voice muttered, and you recognized it as one of Barry’s frequent buyers, Sherry. You’d never had a conversation with the girl despite having gone to school with her in the past, and even though she was always at Barry’s get-togethers, she typically seemed more focused on her next fix rather than talking with anyone.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Barry snapped, turning to look at her with a clenched jaw. He seemed to purposefully be blocking her view of you, and you remained silent as the altercation unfolded.

“You know what it means,” she snapped back. “Whenever a new piece of trash starts selling for you, you put your dick in her and use her until another one shows up. But, you never bought them their favorite bitch-drink or saved them a seat, so what makes this one so much better, huh? Why does she get to sit in the big, nice chair next to you, but the rest of us have to have three-legged chairs and warm beers? What about her cunt makes her so much better?” Marie shouted, causing a couple of the others to whistle in disbelief.

Before Barry could respond, one of the boys in the circle spoke up. “Maybe it’s cause she’s not a psychotic bitch who snorts the blow instead of selling it.” You could hear Marie’s angry gasp at the diss, and when Barry gave her a pointed look rather than defending her, she flipped off the group before storming away.

“Remind me why we let Sherry stick around all the time?” Someone questioned as you idly picked at the label on your bottle.

“Because this ain’t a fuckin’ gated community,” Barry scoffed as though it was obvious. The other chuckled in agreement before the conversation picked up and everyone went back to their own thing. You cleared your throat awkwardly once the attention was off of you, not knowing how to respond-- or if you were even supposed to. Barry gave a deep sigh, “Sorry about that, sweetheart. Don’t listen to anything she said, Sherry just hasn’t been doing great since she lost custody of her son. You’re not a fucktoy and I ain’t got no intention of using you like that.”

“Don’t worry about it, she’s going through shit and I get it. I shouldn’t stay long anyway, Luke’s fucked off his ass and if I’m gone much longer he’ll flip,” you shrugged, reaching into your pocket and pulling out the cash as you spoke. “I made about $600 this weekend, and I know it’s not as much as it usually is, but someone had already hit up the beach and two of my usual places by the time I was able to start selling. So, I was stuck at Rafe’s party all of last night and only a handful of small pickups on Friday night.” You handed the wad over to Barry with an apologetic wince. “I still have some blow left over, so I’ll try and push a few eight-balls before the weekend. I’m sorry it’s not more.” Barry flicked through the cash quietly as you explained everything to him, before folding it into his pocket once it was all counted. He finished off his beer while looking you over, causing the nervous feeling in your stomach to grow.

“Sweetheart,” he began with a shockingly gentle sigh, “You ain’t gotta apologize for any of that shit. You’re cleaning up your daddy’s debt because he’s too useless to do it himself, yet you’re not bitter or angry at everyone because of it. I’ve heard of the way you stick by new users throughout the night, making sure they’re using safely and doing okay. You still go to your day job and take care of your brother and his shithead-friends despite being up past dawn most days. You’re doing great, and I don’t ever wanna hear you apologize for thinking you’re not doing enough.”

Your cheeks flamed and your eyes widened in shock as you spluttered helplessly at the man in front of you. “I wasn’t implying that I wasn’t doing enough! I just know how much my dad owes you, and $600 weekends are gonna take too long to pay it off.”

Barry raised an eyebrow at you before grabbing onto the arm of your chair and tugging you closer to him. You yelped at the sudden movement, bracing yourself for the inevitable collapse of you and your chair. Barry laughed loudly at you when you squeezed your eyes shut and gripped the chair tightly, but there was no mirth or mock behind his laugh. Once the chair stopped moving and his laugh slowed to a chuckle, you breathed a sigh of relief.

“Relax,” he chuckled, reaching out to move a strand of hair out of your face. “I wasn’t gonna let you fall, just wanted to talk to you better.”

“You could’ve just asked me to move closer,” you grumbled, casting your eyes to the side as your cheeks flushed. “And I told you I can’t stay long to chat.”

Barry gave you a nonchalant shrug, “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, if your daddy’s got an issue with you keeping me company, I’ll just go and have a talk with him. I don’t want you worrying about him when you’ve got enough going on. Stay for a bit, sweetheart. I’ve got a whole cooler full of those Mikes, and you’re the only one I’m allowin’ to drink ‘em. If you really wanna go, I won’t stop you, but I want you to know that I don’t mind you stickin’ around me for a while.”

You bit your lip as you considered Barry’s offer, quietly looking out at the happy party-goers. It was calmer than any Kook party or Boneyard Blowout you had attended, and you had to admit that you loved the calm and welcoming atmosphere. Barry’s warm hand settled over your propped up knee, bringing your attention back to his hopeful eyes.

“Okay, fine,” you caved and Barry squeezed your knee in delight. “But, you have to go get me a drink. Sherry was right, this chair is comfortable as fuck and I don’t wanna get up.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” Barry teased and patted your knee before leaving to grab your drink. You stared after him with a bashful smile, unable to help yourself as the nervous feeling in your stomach evolved into flustered butterflies.

‘Shit,’ you groaned to yourself, ‘I’ve got a schoolgirl crush on this motherfucker. I’m so screwed.’

#outerbanks #outerbanks imagine #outerbanks imagines #outerbanks x reader #obx #obx imagine #barry obx #barry outerbanks #barry obx imagine #barry obx x reader #barry outerbanks imagine #barry outerbanks x reader #obx barry #obx netflix

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mizunetzu · 4 years

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Kuroo x reader - it’s your fault

⚠️warnings - mean, probably ooc kuroo, none

Pronouns - male, he/him

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Sports sucks. That’s the mindset (y/n) had throughout his childhood. After running you feel out of breath, kicking a ball around just hurts your foot, and there’s no real merit to playing. At all. It’s just a waste of your time.

“What’s your name?” A boy with black hair and piercing yellow eyes looked up from his Ds. (E/c) eyes gleamed at the gradeschooler, making him look away shyly.

“Kozume...kenma...”

“Ah! Cool name! I’m (L/n) (y/n)!” The schoolboy waved his hands around excitedly. “Do you wanna be friends?”

“...sure.” Despite (y/n’s) energetic persona, he was taken aback by his new friends answer. He wiped the shocked look off his face and pumped his fist in the air.

“Really? Awesome! I’ve never had a friend before! No one really wants to be friends with the new person.”

Kenma looked at the boy. He had (h/c) hair, and had a smile that never seemed to waver. He was also built quite athletic-ly for a gradeschooler, with thick set legs and arms.

“Do you play sports?”

(Y/n) gave him a jokingly disgusted look. “No, but I get that question a lot. I don’t see the point of playing sports. It just makes you tired.”

“Yeah, your right.”

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“I don’t think your friend likes me very much...”

(Y/n) subtly pointed his finger at a boy with black hair that stuck up in all places, glaring at him like he was the scum of the earth. Kenma sighed, placing his free hand on the grass while gripping his ds in the other.

“Yeah. He doesn’t like it when I play on my ds when I could be doing volleyball stuff with him.”

“You play volleyball?” (Y/n) tore his eyes off kenmas ds screen, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“Yeah. He forces me to.” They both flicked their eyes over to the glaring boy, holding a volleyball.

“I...should go. Wouldn’t wanna keep your friend waiting. See you tomorrow at school Kenma!” (Y/n) stood up, dusted stray grass off from his behind, and scurried off into the playground. Once out of sight, he hoisted himself up the playground ladder and hid behind a pair of plastic bars.

He, admittedly, felt guilty about watching his friend talk to his other companions, but it’s not like he was doing anything harmful. Besides, he wasn’t in earshot, so it’s not like he’s eavesdropping.

The bedheaded kid sighed exasperatedly while jogging up to Kenma. He started yammering on about something, pointing between Kenmas ds, his volleyball, and where (y/n) had run off to. Kenma eventually sat up and started tossing around the ball with the boy, talking about something (y/n) couldn’t hear.

The taller boy looked less intimidating when he was playing. He was smiling so genuinely, contrasting the disgusting glare he gives whenever he sees him around Kenma, talking about video games and such.

A revelation came to mind. (Y/n) wanted to be friends with that kid, even though he wanted nothing to do with him. But now that he thought about it, everytime he shot (y/n) a dirty look, it was when they were on their butts, being lazy and laughing over the ds. Yet when he’s tossing the ball, he looks happy.

Is it because he’s one of those sport nuts?

“Oi.” A voice (y/n) didn’t recognize brought him out of his trance. It was the boy with the rooster hair. He was holding his ball, with Kenma not too far behind him. The bed headed kid leaned on the playground bar.

“Kenma said I should stop glaring at you...and try being your friend.” The boy said, begrudgingly.

(Y/n’s) eyes lit up. He opened his mouth to thank him but was cut off by his voice once more.

“On one condition.” The boy, who he learned was named ‘Kuroo’, held up his volleyball with a smirk.

(Y/n) hated sports. He always will. But if this was the price for friendship, he’d gladly learn how to play volleyball.

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(Y/n) wasn’t going to lie. In all the years of their trio friendship, he found himself gazing at Kuroo just a bit longer than he should. He felt his face heat up when he graced his ears with his creamy laugh, and his hair was so stupid it was cute.

Too bad it was ruined with stupid volleyball.

He was so passionate about something so trivial, it almost hurt. The only thing Kuroo would talk about to him was volleyball this, Nekoma that, it was tiring. But not as tiring as practice.

Oh god, practice. Every morning and every night, everyday for the whole school year. You ran laps around the gym just to ‘warm up’ and smacked balls at eachother for ‘fun’. (Y/n’s) arms hurt, he was constantly out of breath, and his muscles ached with each step he took.

He wanted so badly to stop, to quit, to do what he really wanted to do, but one look at Kuroos beautiful smile, and his mind went blank.

He wished that he would talk about something else but volleyball. Well-he did, just to other people. For some reason, it felt strictly professional with (y/n). It sucks. Maybe he just needed to work harder. It’s Kuroos second year, and (y/n’s) (and Kenmas) first, so he had plenty of time to improve right?

You have to work for the things you want, and he’s got one foot in the door. Toe by toe, he’ll earn his respect no matter what.

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This didn’t go as planned.

Here he was, a first year and Nekomas new regular setter. He, apparently, was better than their third year setter, so he got switched in. Not exactly what (y/n) planned. He was content being on the bench, throwing fake praise and “one more point’s!”

“Good job earning your spot, man!” (y/n) felt a hand smack him on the back. Kuroo gave a heartwarming smile. (Y/n’s) chest tightened and it felt like he couldn’t breathe. “Be sure to give me some good ass tosses you hear me?”

Kuroos chuckle went over (y/n’s) head as his eyes lingered on his closed eyes. Whenever he laughed, there was one crinkle near his left eye, and a dimple on the right side of his cheek. His teeth were perfectly straight, and his nose was hooked and planted in the center of his face. He had unusually long eyelashes, pointing down, making him look like he was always holding a smug expression, when really it was his resting face.

He never noticed it before, maybe because he’s never been so close. He never complimented him so...earnestly and gotten so near to the point he could reach out and pet his untamed hair with no effort. It was tantalizing, hypnotizing, even.

It was moments like these that made him forget why he hated sports so much.

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Was it a crime to try and get close to the ones you love?

If anything, that was something Kuroo taught him. To work hard and never give up. Wasn’t that something he strived for?

Ever since that encounter, (y/n) made even more of an effort to coerce the spiker. He’d walk him to his classes, text him frequently, sometimes he’d even buy him lunch. And every time before a game, he’d pat him on the shoulder and tell him to do his best. Completely harmless. Was that wrong of him?

It was to Kuroo. He was getting annoying, more so then when they were children. He told him to learn how to play volleyball because he thought he would give up. Since he was so lazy and hated sports. Who hates sports? It was people like that Kuroo didn’t bother to understand. It just rubbed him the wrong way.

And there was no reason to hate (y/n) right now. He was on top of his grades, he was someone Kenma doesn’t shy away to, he’s the perfect setter, and he’s pretty good looking as well. The perfect human.

Maybe he couldn’t get over the fact that he originally didn’t like sports. He liked them now, there was no problem, so why does he still dislike him? There’s absolutely no reason to hate him, but he got on his nerves every single day. He didn’t know what the emotion was. Some days he would be sure it was hatred and annoyance, but sometimes he would see him smile so alluringly, and he would feel like melting.

It was infuriating. Watching him buy his favorite drink from the vending machine to ofter to him was a harmless, kind task yet it felt like he was buying milk to pour over his head and call him a bitch.

Of course he’d never be upfront about his feelings. He needed to uphold his reputation. If he was going to be captain of Nekoma in his third year, he needed to make the best impression to be picked as. So he’d just deal with it, and move on.

That’s what he told himself at least.

It’s already been a tiring day, and he needed to be his best at the match about to happen right now. He wanted to focus, and it was hard to when everyone was talking and changing in the locker room. It was loud, and the ringing in his ears wouldn’t stop, and-

“Do your best, Kuroo-kun!”

A nimble thread snapped inside him. His voice was so tauntingly sweet, his arm on his shoulder seemed to burn and sizzle on his jersey and his smile made him want to bash his head in with a volleyball.

“Would you just SHUT UP FOR ONCE?”

Words flew out of of his mouth like vomit. He stood up abruptly, knocking (y/n) back slightly and making him stumble onto the floor. He didn’t care, though. All he saw was red.

“You’re always bothering me, and acting so fucking ‘sweet’! it’s tiring! You’re tiring!” Kuroo was seething, so much that he couldn’t see the confused and hurt expression on (y/n’s) face. Still, he tried to salvage it by weakly smiling and running cold, shaky fingers through his hair.

“Kuroo, wha-“

“Don’t ‘Kuroo’ me! Can’t you ever take a hint? Why do you think I never talk to you unless it’s at practice or when you’re nagging my ear off! I don’t want anything to do with you! I never did! So just SHUT UP!”

Silence consumed the room whole. Kuroos bipolar mentality shocked everyone to the core. All eyes were on (y/n), who looked like a dear in the headlights. All the attention on him was making (y/n) feel even worse. It took him all his might not to cry. It sucked. This sucked. He sucked.

“I’m...I’m sorry” (y/n) said, between concentrated breaths. If the room hadn’t been dead silent, you would’ve missed it with how softly his words came out.

Kuroo didn’t say anything, too caught up in his anger, and just sat back down, facing away to concentrate. No one had the guts to confront Kuroo, nor to help (y/n), who fumbled onto the ground, staring at the ceiling with a traumatized, betrayed expression.

Everything felt fake. The whole world he built up on his back, felt fake. Everything he worked for, every piece of yen he spent on snacks and gifts, all the bruises and floor burns he got from a stupid sport he never liked, it was all for nothing. It was for a friendship that didn’t exist. And he still had to go out there and play for said sport with a plastic smile on his face.

“(Y/n)...are you...good...?” Yamamoto was the first to break the silence, as some awkwardly went back to changing or exited the locker room to wait at the courts.

Kuroo had long left the room, leaving only (y/n), Yaku, and Yamamoto. They were towering over the boy staring blankly at the ceiling, with worried expressions.

“I swear I’m gonna KILL that stupid rooster-“

“Don’t.” (Y/n) voice came out as a hoarse whisper. Yaku and Yamamoto looked back down to see (y/n) sitting up, holding the same blank, shocked expression. He was looking at his own hands, shaking and occasionally twitching.

“Mm, you know I can’t focus well when my hands are shaky? Makes me all nervous and I miss my tosses.”

(Y/n) upturned his lips into what was supposed to be a smile, but ended up just looking forced and rather scary. “Anyway, we should go. The official warmups starting.”

(Y/n’s) voice was quiet, barely audible if the room had not been empty and silent. He brought himself up to his feet and stumbled out the door, not looking at the two boys behind him once.

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(Y/n) was right when he said he didn’t do well under pressure.

When the game started, the starting whistle droned louder than usual, leaving a ringing noise in his ears. He couldn’t seem to jump as high, or set the ball just right. All his blocks got broken through, and his spikes were blocked ever so easily. Every point lost sent a glare from Kuroo, which made it even worse.

Just as match was about to start up again, the whistle returned. (Y/n) turned his head to see Kenma, holding up a sign with his number on it.

They were switching setters.

He felt embarrassed. He had one job to do, to set the ball to the spiker, yet he failed. His stupid nonsensical emotions clung to him on court, messing up his ‘perfect setter’ persona. He probably looked like an idiot fumbling with the ball. A total amateur. He embarrassed himself in front of everyone to see.

(Y/n) grabbed the sign devastatedly, before taking his spot back on the sidelines. He failed. He was benchwarming again. He usually would’ve been happy to be off the court, but seeing Kuroos big smile when Kenma entered the court drove the nail into the coffin.

Their bond was inseparable, (y/n) had only been a third wheel to a duos friendship, having a sick, twisted fantasy of friendship plaguing his mind for years. He watched as Kenma effortlessly set the ball to Kuroo, who slammed it down and high-fived Kenma. Whenever (y/n) set the ball to him, all he got was a “nice point” or a half assed smile.

As much as he should’ve been watching the game intently, cheering on his teammates and studying the match, he couldn’t bring his gaze up from the floor. He searched and scanned his memories for a single time Kuroo was genuinely happy (y/n) was there, but he found none. Every time he thought they had a connection, there was none. There was nothing there. He was blinded by the need for his validation, that he wastes his whole life doing something he hated.

Being benched was supposed to be a good thing, but right now, it felt like the worst thing imaginable.

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They won the game, with three sets in total. It didn’t matter to (y/n), though. It was all gibberish to him. Everyone was cheering, everyone was happy, and (y/n) did his best to smile. He didn’t wanna damper everyone’s victory for his measly boy problems. Everyone seemed to forget about the fight in the locker room now that they were on the bus, buzzing about their victory.

(Y/n) sat in the very front. Everyone gravitates towards the back of the bus, so he was left relatively alone with his thoughts.

He didn’t want to play. Like Kenma, he did it only because he’d been playing so long, and because without it, Kuroo wouldn’t bat an eyelash at him.

Kuroo looked like this perfect leader, perfect friend, perfect everything. That’s why (y/n) thought he was his friend, maybe something more. But now he just feels embarrassed.

Embarrassed he let himself fall for that delusion. Embarrassed he spent his whole life feeding into a false friendship. Embarrassed he got his ear chewed off about his abundant clinginess in the locker room, infront of everyone.

it was just when he was warming up to the sport too. He was beginning to get used to the warmup sprints, the feeling of the ball slamming down on his hand, the stinging feeling he gets when he receives or spikes. But it was all wasted once he learned it was all for nothing.

———

Maybe it won’t be for nothing, though.

He had moved to the miyagi prefecture on impulse, only days after his big embarrassment. It was practically already the end of the school year, so he finished up his first year online and enrolled in a new school for his second year. It was taking the phrase “running away from your problems” quite too literally. He lived alone, so it was fine.

He stared up at the gates of his new school. His new start. No more volleyball. No more Kuroo, or Kenma. No more lies. And even if Kenma did nothing wrong, he didn’t want him to try and fix their ‘friendship’. So he cut off ties.

Here he could lead a life of his own. Do what he really wanted to do-writing. He wanted to become a writer, but volleyball came into his tracks and he gave up his dream to learn how to bounce a ball in between his hands. But not anymore.

“Karasuno, huh?” He had heard that they were the ‘fallen crows of volleyball’ so he didn’t need to worry about energetic meat heads banging their heads together and talking about correct ways to receive. He took a deep breath, and walked inside.

Goodbye, Nekoma.

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Dangerous Woman (R18+)

Rating: Mature (AO3)

Pairing: Reiner x Mikasa (ReiKasa) ft. tiny Armin x Annie (AruAni).

AU: Love Like This

Trope: One-night stand (?)

Summary: Something about him makes her feel like a dangerous woman. Making her do things she won’t normally do.

She’s a married woman and she sure as hell shouldn’t be out here at a bar, planning to wine and dance the night away all by herself. She isn’t supposed to be flirting with a random stranger whose name she’d never bothered to ask. She’s most absolutely not supposed to be grinding bodies with this handsome enigma and allowing him to take her dancing all the way back to his hotel room. ReinerxMikasa ft. ArminxAnnie. Modern AU.

A/N: Inspired by this post & this post.

Rhythmic Muse: Dangerous Woman (Cover) by Travis Garland.

Content Warning: Adult undertones. Dubcon (somewhat). Rough, unprotected sex. (I do not condone this. Please practice safe intercourse in real life, everyone and only with people you trust, please!). Expect some OOC-ness because this is a self-indulging Modern AU fic. Happy reading!

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The smooth tunes of the Spanish guitar blasting from the seaside cafe’s stereo speakers and the sounds from the crushing waves of the ocean serenaded her weary senses, soothing her jaded body after a long day at work. She’s been busting her ass more than usual, covering more graveyard shifts than she could humanly manage in her years of field experience. The salty seaside breeze wafted through her senses, mixed with the smell of grilled seafood and freshly-made martinis from the nearby bar, reminding her that her work vacation had been long overdue.

God, that trip to the Mediterraneans sounded much more tempting than before. Just lazing at the beach, soaking up the sun, reading a book or two and maybe toss in some kinky actions with a hot hunk somewhere along the way. But alas, they only managed to get away to a seaside resort just slightly out of town for the weekend.

A low, murmured whisper coming from her opposite direction turned into an uncontrollable cackle and she leered at her flaxen-haired companion, who’s now already tongue-deep inside her date’s mouth.

“Gross.” The raven-haired woman rolled her eyes, yet not without a small smile on her face.

“Don’t be jealous, Mikasa,” chided Annie as she broke her kiss with Armin, causing the latter to blush and stared back at his childhood friend sheepishly. “Just because your husband’s not here, doesn’t mean I can’t make out with mine.”

Armin sent a cautionary look at his wife and sighed. “Annie, we’re not supposed to remind her of him tonight. Sorry, Mikasa.”

The small smile turned into a tight frown as she continued to nurse the drink in her hand. She rolled mindlessly at the double olives on that tiny skewer inside her glass. “It’s fine, Armin. Annie’s right, you two are supposed to have fun. Don’t let me hold you both back. It’s your first night away from the girls after half a year, right? Go wild. But, not too wild ok?” She signaled to the other woman’s slightly protruding belly.

The upcoming fourth addition to the five member brood of the Arlert family.

Armin sent her a concerned look. He didn’t miss the way Mikasa had been restlessly fiddling with the wedding ring on her finger ever since she reached their planned venue of the evening from work. He and Mikasa have always been tighter than two halves of a whole since they were both in grade school.

He’d know when she’s in distress. That doesn't require his professional skills in psychology to read the other woman's body language and facial expression.

“Did he wish you an anniversary greeting this morning?,” asked the blonde-haired academician.

She shook her head, her glazed eyes cast downwards as she took a sip from her dry martini. “Not yet, at least. I did slip something into his luggage before his flight out last week. Maybe he’s just busy.”

Annie slammed her own glass of fruit juice on the lounge table and declared out loud, “I’ll kick his ass for you tomorrow. If he ever gets here.”

“Thank you for the offer, Annie but I still got this under control and please don’t. You’re pregnant.”

Annie scoffed in return, expressing her distaste at said man’s nonchalant attitude. “Well, at the very least he should have given you a hall pass if he’s going to be ditching you here on your own. Give you the freedom to make up for his shortcomings. It’s your anniversary for crying out loud,” remarked the expecting mother before continuing to offer her unwarranted opinions. “I don’t know how you could go through all this for more than ten years? Sure, Armin and I have been married for fourteen years, together for sixteen and I can’t ever imagine being away from him for too long.”

Armin’s gaze hardened, he looked back at his wife’s rather harsh words in concealed disagreement, but he also knew that his long-time friend's married life was also none of their business. “I’m very sure he has a very good reason. Which has something to do with his work.”

Annie let out a long drawl of sigh. “Still doesn’t give him a reason to be a dick to her.”

Armin’s jaw dropped down in disbelief. “Annie!”

Mikasa waved away Armin’s chastising of his own wife. “It’s the hormones. This is not your first rodeo, Armin.”

He shrugged, “But this time, she’s much more brutal than usual, Mika.”

“After three girls, maybe this is finally a boy. Who knows?”

Armin beamed at the possibility, catching his wife’s eyes in a soft, appreciating gaze. “That would be nice, but even if this one’s another girl, it’s still not an issue to me. I love all my girls regardless.” Annie snuck a quick peck on the tip of her husband’s adorable button nose and nuzzled against his cheek softly, whispering, “I love you.”

Mikasa held the other couple in an admiring gaze. They are rock solid, there’s no doubt there. Also, by the way Annie’s hands had been slinking into the folds of the younger man’s casual dress shirt, rubbing slowly against her husband’s skin, Mikasa knew that Annie’s hormonal condition also came with other perks, which Armin clearly appreciates very, very much.

She shook her head and chided the pair teasingly, “Just head on back to your room, guys. Don’t remind me what I’m missing.”

Armin turned his head back at her, reluctance persisted against his own conscience. “We’re not going to leave you here on your own.”

“I’ll be fine. I just want to get another drink then I’ll be calling it a night.” She lifted the triangle-shaped glass in her hands and gestured for the couple to make their way back first.

It was Annie yet again, who made her concerns very vocal for the umpteenth time. “You know, if you’re gonna be dicking with one of these attractive men available around here tonight, we’re not gonna tell him. Scout’s honor.” She just had to end her sentence with a sly wink and a two finger salute.

Yep, someone’s super horny right now.

She raised an eyebrow with a mock disappointment on her face. “Just get the hell out of here. Armin, fill her mouth good.”

“Mikasa…” Armin shook his head in embarrassment at the crudeness of her sentence. He could still never get used to the savage side of his best friend, who’s more of a sister to him than anything else in this world. “Stay safe and just call me if you need anything at all.”

“Thanks. Now go on.” God bless Armin’s kind soul but it was bold of him to think that she’d be calling him when he’s already in way too deep inside his wife. Even IF she’d really ever needed someone’s assistance. Regardless, she waited patiently until the silhouette of the pair disappeared beyond the canopy walk heading towards the guest rooms’ direction. Only then she lifted herself off the lounge seat, clutch in one hand and fixed the hem of her skirt and her hair, already messed up from the strong breeze in the other. Eventually making her way towards the bar. With the manner she strode across the dining area, her heels clattered against the wooden floor, she willfully disregarded all the stares thrown her way - appreciating or lewd - from quite a number of the male patrons of the establishment. Deliberately, she dabbled lightly at the thin gold chain around her neck. Putting her wedding band on obvious display and on purpose.

Mikasa sighed in relief, silently to herself the moment the message was duly received by the interested parties. The last thing she needed was to be in a complicated entanglement. She continued walking towards the bar, nodding at the chirpy bartender who bid her good evening and asked for her latest choice of poison for the night. She took her seat on the high bar stool, crossing her long legs comfortably and decided on another appletini. While waiting for her drink, she rested her face on her hand and tapped her fingers lightly against her cheek to the smooth R&B rhythm, staring fondly at the sight of a beautiful young couple slow-dancing not too far from the live DJ booth.

The moment a nostalgic tune she had once heard from an amazing night in Hizuru’s Havana Club years ago began to play - the intro to the Spanish dancehall genre blasted through the speakers - her body couldn’t help but move slightly to the sleek music.

This was their song. It was playing on one of the first few dates they had with each other. She’s even wearing the same red dress that she wore on that date eons ago. Back when they were younger. Back when promises were made to never be apart even for a day.

After eleven years of being married together….well, who’s counting anyway?

Unbeknownst to her, a set of dark amber eyes had been lingering appreciatively at the way she tapped her heels and the manner which her body grooved slightly to the playing tune.

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The moment she’d walked across the distance between the patio lounge and the bar, she’d caught his attention from the get go.

Everything about this woman reminded him of Edwyn Collins’s crooning of his timeless serenade, A Girl Like You. She’s absolutely making him acknowledge the devil in him without an ounce of doubt.

His eyes glazed at the way her short dark tresses wavered in the evening draft and the way her off-shoulder red dress hugged her body tightly. The sheer fabric outlined the lithe curves of her waist, its edges danced around the long legs that seemed to be endless with every motion, beckoning his admiring gaze even further. She took her seat on the high bar stool, legs crossed and the edges of the dress hitched upwards, exposing the sight of her smooth thighs. Porcelain. Perfection.

It seems that he’s not the only person sending interested looks her way as he spotted several other men staring in awe at this breathtaking lady in red, without so much as a blink.

He exhaled a breath, much deeper than before.

He eyed the dark gold pumps on her feet that matched the delicate gold chain on her slender neck and the gold wedding ring on her finger. It also didn’t escape his observation on the beginnings of a rather intricate ink, emerging from the lace fringe on the back of her silky dress.

He wants to study the story behind it from the top down to where it might end if she’d be keen to share it.

He’s itching to know how much skin the ink covers.

He took in another long, deep breath, fixing the crisp collar of his suit. A hand smoothed his hair back in one fluid motion and finally, made his move towards the bar.

He’s going in for the kill. A wedding band had never stopped him before.

Several steps away from the bar and he’d already caught the fragrant scent of something succulent and delicious in the air coming from her direction.

Her perfume.

Juicy. He found himself licking his dry lips in response towards the prospect of savoring the taste of figurative sweet cherries on luscious porcelain skin.

As it were, she could feel the prickle of piercing eyes on her back. She then turned her head around and their eyes met from across this crowded space.

Her eyes, a curious granite hue, reflected a hunger that has not been fulfilled for quite some time.

It’s a rather perfect coincidence that he’d been ravenous for the similar thing as well.

He wandered over to the empty seat next to her. “Good evening. Can I buy another drink for you?”

She pretended that she didn’t hear him at first, yet began to cave in after realizing that she was just too polite to turn down a stranger’s offer. “Thank you but I can buy my own.”

A knowing grin graced his lips. He knows an elegant woman with a refined taste when he sees one. “I can see that you’re waiting for someone. Can I, at least, keep you company for the time being?”

She gestured to the vacant bar stool next to hers with a short tilt of her head. “Help yourself.”

He asked for a serving of whiskey on the rocks from the gentleman on the other side of the tropical themed bar. Certainly didn’t miss the way her chest hiked the moment she took in the smell of his cologne and he also didn’t miss the way she ran a thumb against the small jewelry on her finger at the same time she took a sip of her martini. Like she was reminding herself of a line she’s not supposed to step over.

Instead of taking over the offered seat, however, he turned his body around and reclined against the side of the wooden bar’s curved edges. He’d caught her staring at the outline of his pecs between the already undone buttons of his shirt. “Can I take a guess?”, he eased his way into another opening for small talk, “A husband who’s running late or almost letting you know that he’s not going to make it?”

Bullseye. He could feel her glaring at him from the corners of her eyes. “Aren’t you the expert on lonely women?”

A deep chuckle escaped his lips shamelessly. “Well, if you were my wife, you’d never find yourself waiting all on your own or getting stood up for that matter.”

The large hoop earrings dangled against the side of her neck when she turned her head sharply towards the devilishly handsome but certainly up-to-no-good face. “Does that line work with all the married women you’re trying to seduce?”

His sturdy, well-trained shoulders shrugged incredulously. “Only those that match the very specific types: cold, mysterious, killer legs and silent ones that are forbidden to touch.”

“Hmmm….” She shook her head at his rather brave yet stupid audacity of assuming she’s just like the other women he had successfully added to the notch under his belt. She’d wished he’d just take a hike and let her finish her drink alone.

“How about this, one dance and I’ll leave you to your lonesome for the rest of the night?”

One dance. It wouldn’t hurt anyone, would it?

She should’ve said no. But she didn’t.

The second he pressed her snug against his own well-honed body on the dancefloor, she could feel her own conscience gradually diminishing through every grip of this man's fingers against her waist. His muscular arms ensnared her in a vice hold before he turned her around again and again to the fast tempo of the music. Their touch electric, their bodies coordinated flawlessly to the sensual rhythm and lips almost brushing dangerously against each other.

He twirled her around and let her back rest against his chest. His voice was a low, deep growl - reminiscent of a sly devil, whispering nefarious sins into her ear. "You are a very interesting woman.

"I know what you're trying to do."

"Let's not beat around the bush then."

She shook her head incredulously, lifting the hand with her wedding band right in this stranger's face. "I'm still married."

A dark chuckle escaped his lips, the thrumming of his chest reverberated against her bare back. "I'm still interested."

She pushed herself forward ahead of him. "I need to go." Only to have her hand ensnared in his again.

The blonde enigmatic stranger lowered his head, his warm breath mixed with his sharp clean scent assaulted her senses. A contradiction to the sudden shift in his voice to a firm, authoritative tone instead. "Your husband is holding extremely confidential information that could jeopardize national security. I'd strongly suggest that you remain compliant until we can get to a more secure and private place to talk."

"You can't force me to go anywhere with you. I don't even know you!"

"I can assure you, making a scene is only going to make things more complicated, Ms. Ackerman."

Her eyes widened in shock. "How did you know my name?"

"You're a person of interest. I have all the intel on you." His dark, cryptic eyes held her gaze in a subtle warning. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

"Fine."

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As soon as he closed the door to his room, the stranger pressed her body hard against the wooden surface, wasting no time in taking over her body’s will through the pull of his hands. He began to pat her body down with a force so strong she could feel the pervasive grip of his muscle against her skin.

She tried to push his hands away, almost gasping in shock upon his sudden action. "What are you doing?!"

He lifted a finger against his lips, demanding her absolute silence. "Searching for any hazardous items you might be hiding underneath your dress."

She scoffed. "As if."

An arm held her shoulder down while his other hand pressed at the curve of her hips, pushing her ass hard against the door of his room. He lifted one of her long legs and let it wrap around the side of his broad torso.

He palmed the lower front of her dress, caressing the shape of her hidden mound and his lips curved upwards in a wicked grin. "Found it." The same hand hitched her dress upwards and slipped through the layers of fabric until it reached its intended destination. "This, I believe requires a more thorough search."

He dropped down to the floor yet not without holding her leg in place so it now rested firmly on his toned shoulder.

The pointy end of her heels grated tantalizingly against his back as he marveled at the leverage he had taken from her, along with her resistance. Mikasa looked down in horror as the top of his blonde head disappeared underneath the wavy ends of her crimson dress, a gust of warm breath against her barely-covered mound. The only thing that she could register on her brain next was something wet and boiling hot brushing against the flimsy fabric of her lacy thong, just before the muscle of his tongue slid across her cunt in one long, torturous lick.

She could only moan involuntarily, her breath coming out in pants with every daring lick of this mysterious man's tongue against her already dripping core. Oh God, it’s been too long. “More….” She whimpered softly, yet her voice though, was a contradicting guttural sound, even foreign to her own self as she urged him to pay more attention to that little bundle of nerves hidden somewhere in between her folds. But that asshole wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

His powerful hands gripped her waist in an unyielding hold, pulling her with him before pushing her body back on all fours onto the springy mattress. She bit her lower lips in anticipation, her watchful gaze lingered on the way the stranger's lips savored the taste of her with his tongue.

He pulled on the edges of her dress downwards, leaving her in only her brassiere, her thong and her pumps. A tiny shiver tingled across her spine as the cold air from the air conditioned room hit her bare skin. He grabbed hard at the firm shape of her ass, only covered by a measly thin string and eventually tore the flimsy underwear away.

"Beautiful." His tone appreciative, followed by a low growl. "So much more beautiful in person. Your husband is a very lucky man indeed, Ms. Ackerman. Or should I call you Mrs. Braun instead?"

Her breath labored heavily in her arousal, induced by this man's words. "No-- we can't--" Her body heaved as she felt this man's long digits prodding through her drenched slit without warning. Her traitorous lips let out a slow whimper, grunting in regret at her own body's betrayal.

It wasn't supposed to enjoy another man's intrusive touch. But it's too late. The intense animal magnetism of this man was just too much for her body to resist. Certainly not when its needs haven't been satiated for quite some time now.

She heard the rustling of coat and dress shirt, followed by the unmistakable sound of a zipper coming undone from behind. "Wait--we can't--"

"You're my captive for tonight, Mrs. Braun. You won't be getting any rest until my questions have been answered and our bodies have been mutually satisfied."

She felt his hand undoing the clasp of her brassiere and she watched helplessly as the undergarment was ripped apart, landing against the carpeted floor of the luxury hotel room. "What answers?"

"For starters, tell me how hard do you like to be fucked?"

Her head turned sharply, her body struggling to wrestle control against the iron grip on her nape and her waist. "HOW ABOUT NO?"

"Are you sure?" She could feel his fingers toying with the sacred bundle of nerves within her folds and the blazing hot tip of his manhood already teasing at her slick entrance.

"God…." She moaned in agony. The sloshing sounds made by her own treacherous body couldn't make her sinful desires even more obvious than it already was. "Wait--we can't--" Don't do it, Mikasa. "Please…" Oh, heavens... Her voice cracked, her words turned into a series of low, incoherent grunts and mewls.

She muttered another low whimper, cursing when she felt the unwarranted sting on her skin following the sound of a loud smack from this smug asshole's palm hitting her ass.

Without yet another warning, the piercing tip of his member penetrated through her slit as he rammed into her viciously; she could truly taste him pervading her walls, its head hitting her crux with a painful yet thrilling contact. Her shock manifested in the way her lips trembled and her knees buckled against the soft egyptian cotton sheets. A long drawl of whimper escaped her scarlet sunrise-painted lips when he filled her so deliciously.

“Can your husband make you scream like I do?” He whispered those vile words into her ear when their hips pounded against each other once more upon impact. This sinful stranger imposed on her a choice she’d never make as a decent woman, wife and mother. The second he thrusted his whole length and girth raw into the tight passage deep inside her with no abandonment, she’d eventually admitted that her conscience had been long gone the moment they first laid their eyes on the other in the crowded bar.

She felt a hand seizing her chin from behind, tilting upwards and forcing her long neck to stretch further than she usually could. Their bodies fusing, this man rested his whole weight on her, pressing her flat against the mattress. It sprung from their combined weight. This man's mystifying gaze punctured through her conflicted soul - he was a metaphorical devil. Claiming not only her unjust body, but also her reluctant soul. Even more so when he brushed his thin full lips against her trembling ones. Their teeths chattered, their tongues wrestled for dominion of the other's will.

He snickered through the kiss, his chest vibrated against her back. She could even feel his member vibrating deep within her wet, hot canals. "What would Mr. Braun say if he sees you this way, hmm?"

Fucker. He stretched her thin and she cursed herself -- her body kept pulling him in. This man commandeered full authority over her body through every twist of his hips and every angle of his thrusting. Harder and faster. Faster and harder. Yet her mouth kept screaming a feigned resistance. As if the pure, innocent part of her was justifying the pleasure she was receiving along with her impending, forced shame.

Something about his recklessness and guts made the wicked person inside her want to break free. She was a good wife but this man is pushing her to the edge, tipping her scale from good to super bad really quickly. If these walls had eyes, they would patronize her for being so unabashedly wanton with another man’s dick deep inside her, filling her up, stretching herself tight using his substantial size with every thrust, wet glides and titillating tractions.

This man kept on thrusting mercilessly, his hips pounded hard against her ass again and again from behind until their inevitable gratification of merciful release, eventually setting her free.

He growled loudly for one last time when he unloaded his release deep inside her tight passage. Almost frozen, barely able to move as their bodies crashed flat against the springy bed, stacked on top of the other.

"Break." She mumbled against the sheet, still gasping - almost choking- for the air that she had lost.

"Agreed." He nuzzled against the back of her nape, inhaling in her sweet fragrance and the unavoidable scent of their aftermath. "Fuck, I miss you so much, baby." He snuck a kiss on her cheek as he pulled himself out of her, staring at his already flaccid member, secretly commending it for an exceptional performance even when he's almost approaching the big 4 Oh.

Mikasa turned herself slightly and rested her hand against the sinewy hardness of his thigh, showering it with gentle and loving caress. "Welcome home." God, he still amazes her even after twelve years together.

"Come here." He pulled her body closer to his so they both rested against the headboard of the bed, with his arms around her. "I've never stopped thinking about you when I was away."

"I wasn't doing any better." She cupped his jaw, smiling at the thick growing beard she found there. "You haven't been shaving."

He wiggled his eyebrows cunningly. "I think it adds more character don't you think?"

A sudden realization caused her body to spring up and asked, "What time is it?"

He leered at the watch on his wrist. "Eleven. Why?"

"I was supposed to take the pill two hours ago, Reiner."

"It's fine. I forgot to pack a box too. Miraé found the one at home and she thought it was a really special balloon we've been hiding. Thanks to her, I think the one we have might have expired anyway."

A grin formed on her lips. "That girl. I told her so many times not to snoop around our dressing table." She looked back at him hesitantly before confiding, “Reiner, I’ve actually been forgetting to take the pill for a week now. What if we--”

“Then it’ll be a nice surprise don’t you think? I kind of missed seeing you pregnant again.” His large hand rested on the curves of her sculpted abdomen. He remembered very vividly how breathtaking she had been, even more beautiful when her body was swelling with not one but two babies from nine years ago. The pregnancy had been harder for him due to his Couvade Syndrome for two full trimesters but he’d do it all over again.

She traced the inks on the left side of her husband’s torso : the kanji of their twin’s names - Masaru and Miraé. “I thought we’re done having babies?”

“I’ve held our home front with the double trouble and I love every single second of it. Another baby’s not gonna be a new challenge but it’s really up to you, dearheart. You know I’d carry the baby if I could.” He rested his palm over the hand on his torso. “Another ink would be nice. Or two? Rémy's been asking if he can have his own baby brother, I quote, and or sister since Armin and Annie's having another new cousin for them.”

Mikasa swallowed slowly, envisioning another pair of twins inside the house. Her eyes lit up at the potential new adventures or misdemeanours in tow - either way you can't have one without the other. "I think it would be really amazing. I couldn't do it without you."

"And I couldn't do it without you."

He ensnared her lips in another appreciative kiss.

“Happy Anniversary, Mrs. Braun. Thank you for an amazing eleven years of married life together.” He fumbled around his wrist for the luxury watch, engraved with their names and the most important date of his life: the day he made her his wife. “Thank you for the gift. I love it very much. And, here's mine for you.” He retrieved a custom-made dark blue box wrapped with a matching dark purple ribbon from the side table.

Her eyes widened as she saw the box and recognized the label. Only from the finest custom jeweller in South Marley. "Oh…."

"I know you don't wear jewellery because it's hazardous when you're performing surgeries but I really want you to have something more practical but still reminds you of me every second."

Great minds think alike it seems as he too had gotten her a custom fitness watch made from palladium only available in Marley. "I love it. Thank you so much, Reiner." She wasted no time in placing his gift around her wrist, absolutely revelling in its perfect weight and its snug fit. Just like every part of him to hers.

"Look, we match." He grinned as he moved their wrists closer.

"Always."

They basked in their blissful aftermath before their lips found each other again.

“If you were my wife?", she laughed at the callback of their earlier rendezvous at the seaside bar. “Your roleplaying skills have gone rusty, Vice Commander Braun”

“Well, my dear Dr. Ackerman-Braun, it only means we need to do this more often. Hey, maybe next time we can do the hot teacher, bad student routine?”

“We’ve done that 2 years ago.”

“This time I’ll be the hot teacher.”

“Hah…depends though, will you wear your reading glasses?”

He wiggled his eyebrows hilariously. "How thick do you want it to be?"

"Oh god."

He pecked at the juncture of her neck. "Hey, do you think I can borrow one of Armin's work shirt vests?"

"Please stop." She was already laughing hard at the horrendous mental image yet didn't stop his fondling hands or the tiny bites of his teeth against her skin.

They were about to dive deep into another round of lovemaking when the room's phone rang, completely shattering the private haven they have built between the sea of sheets.

"Baby, leave it." Reiner growled into her ear, his hand pulling on her own that's already pressing at the device's speaker button.

"HAPPY ANNIVERSARY YOU SICK FREAKS!" A loud voice could be heard from the other end.

"Shut up, Annie." Reiner barked at the phone, but his tone was betrayed by the amused smirk on his face.

Mikasa shook her head at her husband. "Thanks, Annie. Armin too if he's still awake."

"Hey… welcome back, Reiner." Armin's voice could be heard coming from the background of the other couple's room.

"Thanks, bro. Sure good to be back."

"You know Reiner," quipped Annie. "If you really stood her up, I'll be the one who personally hooks Mikasa up with one of those handsome rando strangers we saw at the bar."

"Not today, Satan. I meant, sis."

"Asshole."

The two couples broke into a mutual amused laughter.

"Now, Annie, can you please piss off so I can get back to banging my sexy missus?"

Their respective spouses' hollering their names echoed behind their backs before the call ended with a quick 'Make a baby!' phrase from his stepsister.

"Now, where were we, Mrs. Braun?"

The ends of her painted lips curved upwards and her lightly painted nails were already trailing down her husband's impressive body. She leered sensuously when she climbed on top of her husband's broad frame. "Making a baby."

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A/N: This is inspired by my upcoming Love Like This AU, where Reiner’s stepsister, Annie is married to Armin, who’s also his wife’s childhood friend. Mikasa and Annie are competitive in-laws and the dysfunctional Braun-Leonhardt family are chaotic, eccentric and loving as they come. No children were harmed in the making of this fic. As a matter of fact, on that night, a child has been conceived haha Thank you for your reading! xoxo

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wastelandcrown · 4 years

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all’s fair in fake love and gore

CHAPTER 1: (un)predictability

Summary: Roman and Patton have been dating for a while, and it’s fine. Remus doesn’t care. Unfortunately, it’s another excuse for his family to put Roman on a pedestal. Except that, through a turn of events nobody expected, Remus ends up pretending to be madly in love with his close friend Logan for his family’s holiday trip. Both parties are convinced nothing will happen between them. Roman and Patton, however, are terrible meddlers who believe in the power of love.

Warnings: Potential ooc behavior, Lightly tense family dynamics, Remus being Remus, OCs for family members (If I miss something please tell me!)

Notes: Listen-I hate the holidays but I live for this trope. I’ll try my hardest to do it justice and make it work. Name was suggested to me by the lovely @grayskiesrainyskies, thank you ma’am!!

Pairings: Intrulogical, Royality, Creativitwins

Two hours. It’s just two more hours. He’s reasoning with himself against all odds, but the urge to slam his head against the dining table is palpable and he’s barely holding it together. Remus had always hated family dinners, he hadn’t even bothered going up until recently. Adulthood was messy. Family was messier. More accurately, Remus was the mess of the family. Roman and him had long since mended their relationship, they even hung around in the same circle! That only made it worse when Roman and their mutual friend Patton started dating. It’s not that he wasn’t happy for them, he was. Their fluffy, happy, fairy-tale romance was something out of some god damned Disney movie, and Remus was so happy someone put up with Roman’s hopeless romanticism. Except now, because the family loves Patton.

He’s spent the entire night being as family friendly as he possibly could. It was a tiring effort to be dressed up like a “normal person”, without any makeup or accessories, and placating the old fleabags that he happened to be related to. Even then, he got the typical onslaught of negative attention. He didn’t even care. He didn’t, he really really didn’t. What made the dinner so wildly unbearable was Patton’s existence. He got along with everyone in the family, helped out with cooking, set the table, watched the kids, and was entirely sweet and rated-G. The family doted on him. Remus and Roman’s parents told Roman that Patton was “the one”. Both pairs of grandparents called him a “sweet young man” who was “the perfect homemaker for Roman”. Ugh. Perfect Roman, perfect Patton, and their perfect romance.

Dinner came, and now the family can’t seem to stop asking them happy little questions. The kids table even came over with the occasional curiosity about Patton and Roman. Remus could tell Roman’s calm and polite demeanor was shattering around question thirty. Even Patton was tired at question fifty. Then Aunt Patty had to open her stupid mouth.

“Well Patton,” She says with a wide smile, “You really are such a great young man! It’s quite the blessing that you’re with Roman.”

There it is. That’s what Remus has been waiting for all night.

“Aunt Patty, please,” Roman mutters, putting his head in his hands.

“Uhm, I’m not really sure what you mean!” Patton laughs nervously, genuinely confused about what she means.

The table laughs, and Aunt Patty continues, “Oh, well, I just mean that you chose the right twin!”

Roman succumbs to the urge and lets his head slide onto the table, his hands are behind his head and squeezing at his neck. Patton stares at Aunt Patty like she’s gone mad. Remus slips his butter knife off the table and stabs the back of his hand with it. It hurts, but skin doesn’t break. Most of the table laughs. His parents, his grandparents, his aunts and uncles, his adult cousins. They all laugh at the prospect of someone so nice dating someone like Remus. He stabs his hand again, harder this time.

His mother pipes up next, and Patton looks as if he’s going to lose his mind, “It’s a blessing really! If Remus brought someone home they’d probably be crazier than he is!”

“We really are lucky he doesn’t keep partners around for long!” Says his grandfather, and the table laughs again. Remus stabs his hand again.

He can see the gears of Patton's brain working as Roman sits up, “Guys,”

There’s something dangerous behind Patton’s eyes, “Can we please,”

Patton smiles in a way that makes Remus panicky, “Just leave Remus alone?”

He’s got a devious plan, and Remus can tell by the way he places a soft hand on Roman’s shoulder.

He brightly says, “See, Remus, this is why I told you you should have brought him!”, while making the most innocently intense eye-contact Remus has ever had.

Patton has been spending way too much time with Janus.

Everyone goes silent. Even the kids, which is a miracle. Remus stabs himself in the hand for the fourth time, the skin breaks. His blood gets onto the sleeve of the white button-up Roman lent him.

“Remus,” His father speaks very softly, “Do you have a partner?”

Patton smiles at him again, he thinks it over once or twice, “Yeah, what about it?”

“Why didn’t you bring them?” His mother asks with excitement clear in her voice.

Remus scowls, and everyone knows why, “You literally just fu-freaking laughed about his mere existence.”

One of his uncles clears his throat and breaks the silence, “H-How long have you been with them?”

“Six months.” Remus lies, he hopes the three of them can act well enough to pull it off.

That amount of time is five months longer than any of his previous flings, and his parents erupt into dramatic cries, “You haven’t told us after half a year!”

“I told Roman and Patton!” He yells back, turning back to his food and shoving some in his mouth to angrily chew.

“Roman! Patton! Who is it? Do we know him? Is it serious?” His father has stood up and has leaned over the table to interrogate the pair.

“Do-” Roman starts, and Remus knows he’s doomed, “Do you remember my friend, Logan?”

Remus kicks Roman under the table. As hard as he possibly can. His father stops moving, his mother drops her fork.

“You’re lying.”

“He’s not!” Patton chirps, “None of us expected it either but they’re very cute together!”

“Is Logan that stuck-up boy from their high school graduation who kept talking about following the proper protocol?” His grandma asks with a surprisingly shocked expression.

“That’s the one!” Roman points as he speaks, then the entire family has their eyes on Remus again.

“What? Are you looking for some explanation or something? He’s smart and he’s hot and he respects my choices,” Remus scoffs out, getting out of his chair and taking his plate to the kitchen, “I’m not talking about this anymore.”

Patton and Roman follow him into the kitchen with their plates. As he scrapes his plate into the trash, he gives Patton the most intense glare.

“Remus, I’m so sorry-” Patton pauses, and snatches him by the hand, “Did you stab yourself!?”

The next two hours, nobody brings anything up. It’s a breath of fresh air to have them shocked into respecting his damn privacy. Family leave or head to bed. The only people left awake when the trio are leaving are the twins' parents.

“What do you want, dad?” Remus asks when his father approaches.

His father gives a smile that he assumes was supposed to be warm, and opens his mouth to speak.

“Dad, Remus and I should really be going,” Roman cuts in, probably to try and save Remus from a potentially foreboding conversation.

Roman is pushing Patton and Remus towards the door, their dad chuckles. They must look fairly comedic with Roman angrily pushing against their backs as they stand without budge.

“Remus, you know the family’s winter trip is coming up,”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” He rolls his eyes, and Patton smacks him upside the head.

“Your mother and I would like to extend the invitation to Logan, to get to know him.”

The room is so silent, you can almost hear Aunt Patty snoring in the guest room. Despite everything, Remus can’t bring himself to just say “no” to this offer. The family Cabin is huge, beautiful, quiet, and has a very nice library. Y’know, rich people shit. It really does seem like something Logan would love under different different circumstances.

He agreed to ask, but he was sure Logan would say no.

“No.”

Called it. Remus knew that even if himself, Roman, and Patton groveled and begged, Logan was not going to budge.

“Logan! It’s only two weeks!” Roman pleads.

“You need a break anyway! What’s more relaxing than being my little boytoy!” Remus grumbles, he’s only partially joking. Logan does need a break, he can tell.

“Okay but have you seen their cabin?” Patton asks in the innocently excited way he tends to do.

That piqued Logan’s interest. He looks at Patton and inquisitively moves his eyebrow vaguely upwards. Roman opens up a folder on his phone of photos from the cabin. There are nearly two hundred, but each photo is whittling down Logan’s resolve. He thinks again about their neat little family library. The fairly large room goes almost entirely unused, only with two exceptions. Remus, and long past on Gran-Gran. Remus remembers sitting on his great-grandmother’s lap while she read to him countless stories. She didn’t mind his weirdness. Logan didn’t mind much either. He’d be alone with hundreds of books for three weeks, what more could he want? He’d just have to let Remus sit in.

“You know,” Remus leans in, whispering into Logan’s ear very gently, “We’ve got a big library.”

That’s what breaks Logan, who lets out the longest sigh Remus has ever heard in his life.

He agrees to go on two conditions. He will have physical contact with Remus but he will not kiss him, and he gets the make up the story of how the pair met. Remus couldn’t be more ecstatic. His family could suck it! He had a sexy ass fake boyfriend, who's probably gonna make up some dumb and adorable story about meeting in at a Library Book Club Meeting. Logan’s hot, he’s hot. It will work out. No strings attached. None.

Roman jokes to Remus everyday before the trip that we all know how the trip will end. Remus thinks he’s more unpredictable than that. He hopes he is.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #intrulogical #royality #creativitwins #ts remus #ts logan #ts roman #ts patton #like all my fics this is so fuckin self-indulgent im-

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kotorilovesalpacas · 3 years

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Could you do a one shot where it’s a little after season 1 of sword art online and suguah gets a boyfriend and invites him to her house and kazuto is home and is protective over here not in a romance way though in a older brother way

A Little Overprotective (Suguha + Overprotective Brother Kazuto)

A/N: i'm sorry again that this has taken awhile, hopefully it isn't too bad!! T^T

Warnings: overprotective bro, probably a little ooc and ott

When Suguha had invited her boyfriend over to dinner, she hadn't anticipated that Kazuto would have such a huge problem with it. The moment he had walked through the door, the black-haired male had fixed him with a harsh glare.

When the two of them sat in front of the TV to watch a show, Kazuto made sure to plant himself firmly between the pair. If her boyfriend spoke out about something, Kazuto had to counter back with something else.

Now, sitting at the dining table, Kazuto had yet to move his glare off of her boyfriend. She sat beside him, picking at her plate awkwardly, glancing to her side every now and then. She appreciated that he was simply brushing it off, chalking it down to "typical brother behaviour", but it was annoying.

Once they had finished eating, Suguha stood to take the dishes out to be washed. Her boyfriend had immediately offered to help, as she knew he would, but she simply shook her head with a smile.

“Kazuto, why don’t you come and help me?” She fixed her brother with a smile, trying to suppress her anger. His dark eyes widened at her question, finally moving away from the other boy. He simply nodded; if anything, he was probably glad that he could make sure they weren’t alone in the kitchen together.

The sound of water filling the sink hung between the two of them as Suguha fought for what to say. Where her anger had started as a small annoyance, she now found it bubbling within her, threatening to spill over.

So she yelled, “What is your problem?!”

Kazuto seemed taken aback, his hand hovering above one of their dirty plates. He turned to face her, eyebrows furrowed together.

“You have been glaring at him all day!” She tried to keep her voice down, for fear of disturbing the male probably waiting in the living room. “He has done nothing wrong, so what the hell is wrong with you?!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His voice sounded so nonchalant, his attention turning back to the plates. Without another word, he took hold of one and began to wash away.

“From the moment we got home, you have been staring at him! When we were trying to watch TV, you decided to come and sit right between us. When he tried to make conversation, you had to shut him down.” All of her anger was overflowing, falling from her lips as she clenched her hands into fists. As her brother was about to take hold of another place, she grabbed his wrist and spun him to face her. “So, what is your problem?!”

“I don’t trust him.”

Suguha scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Don’t trust him? You don’t even know him!”

“I’ve heard enough about him to conclude that he’s bad news.” The boy explained, fixing his sister with narrow eyes. “If I’d known he was the person you were dating, I would have stepped in a long time ago.”

“You think I don’t know about the rumours?” Suguha shook her head. Of course she knew; it was all over the school. She herself had believed them at one point, but after the two were partnered on a school project, she grew to like him. He revealed sides to himself that she hadn’t even expected.

“If you know, then why are you with him?” Kazuto’s voice had now taken on a tone of frustration, the dirty plates forgotten on the counter.

“Because I gave him a chance!” She quipped, crossing her arms over her chest. “Not all of the rumours are true; there’s more to him than just gossip and stories.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.” Kazuto’s voice softened slightly, his lips turning down in a frown.

Suguha sighed, placing a hand on his arm gently. “I won’t get hurt. And if, somehow, I do, I know you’ll be there to kick his ass for me.” She fixed her brother with a small smile.

“Promise you’ll tell me if he does something - anything - to hurt you?” He held out his pinky.

She linked her pinky through his, smiling, “I promise.”

#sword art online #sao #suguha kirigaya #leafa #kirito #kazuto kirigaya #siblings #overprotective #kirito kirigaya #suguha

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socialoutsiderwritings · 4 years

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Missed Opportunities and a Happy Ending.

I’m new to writing for these characters and I’ve only ever watched the anime. I don’t know much about the manga except for whatever is already confirmed, and floating around on here and on twitter. So if they seem OOC, I'm sorry. Also, I love Toru Oikawa with all my being. He’s my favorite from the anime. The little drama that happens between Y/N and Oikawa is just to add spice to the story, ok.

Warnings: a meddling Oikawa. Rooster head and the owl jumping on the meddling train too.

“R/C/N” Rugby Captain’s Name. (I didn’t know what name to give him.)

“Y/F/N” Your friend’s name (Friend 1/2/3)

Hajime Iwaizumi x Y/N

“Ugh,” Oikawa groaned, closing his eyes and shifting his head from side to side to relieve the tension in his neck. “We don’t have any games until next season but we still have a lot to improve.” Oikawa said as he continued walking. It was only when he didn’t get a response from his best friend that he opened his eyes. “Iwa?” He turned to look behind him.

Oikawa saw his best friend looking out towards the field. The cheerleaders were out there practicing later than usual, while the rugby team was gathering up the equipment they had used. Iwaizumi never had an interest in rugby so Oikawa knew there was one particular cheerleader he was staring at.

Oikawa smirked to himself and went to stand by his best friend. “You’ve been crushing on her for the past year and a half, when are you going to ask her out?”

“What are you talking about?” Iwaizumi muttered, walking again.

“It’s not like you’re strangers. We’ve known her since middle school. I’m sure if you ask her out, she’ll say yes.” Oikawa continued, following after him.

“It’s because I’ve known her since middle school that I don’t ask her out. I know I’m not her type.”

Oikawa laughed at that. “You’re so helpless.”

“You’re one to talk. Your girlfriend dumped you after a month.” Iwaizumi scoffed.

“And I still have no idea what I did wrong.” Oikawa sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. There was a short pause. “Listen, Iwa, I know all those years of girls using you to get to me have shattered your confidence when it comes to dating-”

“Do you want to get your ass kicked right now?” Iwaizumi practically yells.

“I was actually going to give genuine advice.” Oikawa frowns. Iwaizumi calmed down and allowed Oikawa to continue. “Y/N is not like that. She really likes you. And I can prove it.” Iwaizumi stood there as Oikawa ran towards the entrance of the field and called out her name as loud as he could.

“What are you doing?!” Iwaizumi chased after him. He stopped next to Oikawa who was still smiling and waving like an idiot at her until she noticed them. He could see her more clearly now but she was still far away. Iwaizumi saw the grin on her face when she spotted the pair and waved back. Thinking this was it to Oikawa’s plan, Iwa waved back. “Great,” he remarked sarcastically, “she waved at us. Now let's go.” He shoved him.

“Five minutes!” Y/N yelled back, while holding up her hand. Without a word, Oikawa grabbed Iwa by the back of his jacket and led him towards the bleachers.

“What the hell are you doing? This isn’t funny.” Iwaizumi still followed and sat down on the bleacher.

“It’s getting late. We can’t let her walk home alone.” Oikawa calmly explained. “Well at least I’m not going to let her.” He looked at Iwaizumi from the corner of his eye to look at his reaction. Iwaizumi’s brow furrowed. He visibly relaxed, silently agreeing with Oikawa.

If Iwa wasn’t going to take direct advice from him, then he was just going to take matters into his own hands and give him one big shove. He was going to get Y/N and Iwaizumi together, no matter what. For a price, of course.

Oikawa looked forward again, “you know,” he began, “Y/N really does look cute in that uniform. I wonder how good she’d look in one of our volleyball jerseys.”

Iwaizumi’s face flushed red. First from the thought of her in his jersey, then jealousy from Oikawa’s comment before that. “You shit head!” He yelled lunging at his friend.

“I was just kidding!” Oikawa screamed, holding his arms out to keep Iwaizumi at a distance.

“You goofballs.” Someone laughed. Iwaizumi slowly turned to look over his shoulder. There she was looking down at them with one hand on her hip and in her uniform. Oikawa was right. She did look good in that uniform. But now the image of her in his jersey was something he wanted to make a reality. “Thanks for waiting.” She smiled, ignoring the fact they were just fighting seconds ago.

“Absolutely.” Oikawa beamed, pushing the dumbfounded Iwaizumi off of him. “What kind of friends would we be if we let you walk home alone.” Oikawa walked around his best friend, throwing an arm over her shoulder and giving her his signature smile. “Cutie.” He booped her nose.

Y/N laughed at that and softly shook her head, allowing Oikawa to lead the way. Iwaizumi stood up and dusted himself off. Out of all the crazy things Oikawa’s been doing lately, this was the craziest. Oikawa was always the center of attention of the two when it came to girls. It was easy for him to get a girl to swoon over him with just a smile.

“Iwa-chan~.” He called over his shoulder, “aren’t you coming? I know it sucks being the third wheel but we can’t leave you behind either.”

“Why you little.” he growled, gripping his bag, ready to throw it right at his friend’s head.

Y/N removed Oikawa’s arm from around her shoulder, “You’re always picking on him, Toru!” She softly punched his side. Oikawa looked down at her surprised, but then laughed it off, rubbing where she had hit him. “How would you like it if we,” she grabbed Iwaizumi’s arm and pulled him closer to her, “made you feel like the third wheel?”

Iwaizumi’s eyes darted down to where her arms were wrapped around his. She was always grabbing on to him, leaning on him or touching him in any kind of way, so he was used to it. But for some reason, this particular action followed by her words made him feel all warm inside. “Let’s go.” Iwaizumi’s feet started moving as she pulled him along.

Oikawa sneakily winked at Iwaizumi when his friend walked ahead of him. “I didn’t mean it. Please come back.” Oikawa begged. By the look on his face though, he wasn’t much too worried about it. In fact, he looked like he had accomplished a difficult feat.

What the hell is he planning? Iwaizumi thought.

“Who the hell are you kidding?” Y/N looked over her shoulder at him, laughing. “Come on, dork. I don’t want to get home too late.” She stopped and waited for Oikawa to catch up and then proceeded to walk again once he did. “Practice kick your ass, too?” She sighs, resting her face on Iwaizumi’s bicep.

He looked down at her with a small smirk. “No more than usual.” Iwaizumi said and softly ruffled the top of her head.

Boy, he bounces back fast. Oikawa thought to himself.

Oikawa trekked along behind them, silently. This was his way of proving his point to Iwaizumi. The next phase of his plan was coming. He just needed to wait until the right moment.

Y/N looked up and smiled at Iwaizumi as he talked to her about whatever it was; Oikawa didn’t care much to pay attention. Maybe it was his jealousy or the joy he got from watching his friends and how good they looked together.

Iwaizumi tilted his head and smiled down at her; but not any regular smile. This one was different, and Oikawa could just tell. Unintentionally, Oikawa pouted and turned his face to the side to look away.

Jealousy. It was definitely jealousy. But this was for his best friend after all. One day of being excluded wasn’t going to kill him.

“I’ll catch you guys tomorrow.” Oikawa announces, walking in the opposite direction when they reached an intersection.

“Where are you going? The subway is this way.” Iwaizumi stopped and turned to yell at him.

Oikawa smiled to himself and proceeded to walk, “I forgot I have plans with someone.” He lied. “Bye~.” He waved at them without turning back.

“He’s such a liar.” Y/N giggled. “Better get him home before he gets lost.” She tried to hold back her yawn, but failed. Iwaizumi looked down at her. Even though she had told him to go after Toru, she was still holding on to his arm. He softly pat the top of her head and held her closer to him.

“Let’s get you home first. It’s getting late.”

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“How did it go? Did you finally ask her out?” Oikawa asked with a huge smile on his face when he sat down at their usual lunch table.

“You asshole. I knew you ditched us on purpose!” He reached over, gripping Oikawa’s shirt collar. Oikawa rolled his eyes and removed Iwaizumi’s grip on his school uniform. Iwaizumi took a minute to cool down before answering Oikawa’s question. “I was going to,” he admitted, “but I didn’t.”

“After I set it up for you? Are you kidding me?” Oikawa couldn’t help but be offended.

“It wasn’t my fault.” Iwaizumi argued. “That jerk from the rugby team was outside her house waiting for her.”

“So?”

“What do you mean ‘so’?” Irritation evident in his voice and face now. “He was supposed to drive her home after practice. He even had her bags.”

Oikawa dramatically sighed, “You’re missing the point, Iwa. Who cares if he was supposed to drive her home. She chose to walk home with you.”

“She didn’t have a choice. We ambushed her after practice and you lied about having other plans. She had no other choice but to walk with me.” Iwaizumi internally cringed. The way he said it, he was obviously trying to convince himself of that fact. Obviously Oikawa would notice his blatant lie.

Oikawa shook his head at his best friend in pure disappointment. Iwa rolled his eyes and continued to eat his lunch. “Scaredy cat.” Oikawa muttered under his breath. He got up from the table with his food and left. Iwazumi growled under his breath, his grip on his utensils tightening. He didn’t want to admit it, but Oikawa was right.

She had no interest in the captain of the rugby team. The entire time she spoke with him, she never let go of Iwaizumi. She politely thanked him and sent him on his way. But Iwaizumi’s fear of rejection got the better of him. Even after seeing her smile falter when all he did was say good night, he couldn’t work the courage back up.

“Maybe we can make this a daily routine.” She had said to him. “You’re really comfortable to sleep on on the subway.” She laughed. Iwaizumi’s right shoulder suddenly felt heavy as he remembered the memory.

She sat down close to him, her leg touching his. He had pulled out a book to read just to pass time, since she was so tired, and Y/N rested her head on his shoulder. At first he thought she was reading along with him. But in the reflection of the window he could see her eyes were shut. She had used his shoulder as a pillow and Iwaizumu loved the sight of it. Just her, snuggled up close to him, and resting.

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The following two weeks Oikawa didn’t bring the subject up again. But the two of them continued to walk her home after practice. Oikawa, making up little reasons to leave them alone every now and again. And each time, Iwaizumi chickened out when he was about to ask her out.

Her arm would brush against his, or her hand against his, and she would drift closer to Iwa as they walked together, just the two of them. He wanted so badly to hold her hand or pull her in closer to him but he was too embarrassed, so he didn’t. Instead, he offered to carry her bags. If he had his hands full then he wouldn’t feel so much like an idiot (scaredy cat).

Today wasn’t supposed to be any different. They were going to meet her by the lockers and walk her home. That was the plan. Just like all the other days. But she didn’t go back to the locker room after practice. She wasn’t even on the field either.

Iwaizumi pulled out his cellphone ready to call her, when he heard her laugh coming from ahead. He looked up and saw her, sitting on a motorcycle and the captain of the rugby team standing in front of her, laughing as well.

“Well, that’s unexpected.” Oikawa said under his breath. He glanced over at Iwaizumi and noticed how he made himself look taller and balled his hands into fists. “Violence doesn't look good on you, Iwa.” he smirked. Iwaizumi didn’t respond but he did react. He took in a few calming breaths and relaxed his hands. “Y/N.” Oikawa smiled.

“Hey,” She smiled at Iwaizumi first then at Oikawa. Iwaizumi’s jealousy and anger diminished when he saw her smile. “You remember, R/C/N, right?”

R/C/N extended his hand out to greet the other boys. Iwaizumi squeezed the rugby captain’s hand, harder than he normally did when greeting someone, “What’s up, man.” R/C/N returned the smile and pulled his hand back. “We good?” He looked at Y/N.

“We’re fine.” She answered. “I’ll see you at the game tomorrow.” She told the other boy. He only nodded and watched as the trio walked away. Iwazumi’s jealousy got the best of him and he couldn’t stop himself from asking what happened while grabbing her gym bag from her. “Nothing, really. Both of our practices were cancelled.” She replied. “It was just a coincidence we were both waiting.” She walked in between them.

“Waiting?” He asked.

“He’s waiting for his girlfriend.” She replies. “And since we’ve been walking home together,” he nudged the two boys with her elbows, “I thought why not wait with him.” She shrugged.

Iwaizumi began feeling a mixture of emotions. He was happy that she had waited for them but he was still jealous that she had been waiting with R/C/N the entire time. And he was feeling a little embarrassed as well. He knows she doesn’t like R/C/N in that way and there was no need for him to almost break his hand. Although R/C/N didn’t seem to be fazed by it.

“It’s been a long day.” She stretched her arms up in the air and let out a short yawn. Iwaizumi was prepared for her to cling on to his arm to rest her head. But instead of grabbing his arm, she grabbed Oikawa’s. Oikawa looked down at her, completely shocked.

Iwaizumi was unsure how to react. Should he be mad at Oikawa even though he didn’t do anything? Did he really wait too long to ask her out and now she was into Oikawa? None of the answers to those questions satisfied Iwaizumi.

Oikawa, taking advantage of the situation, smiled and slowly reached over to pat her head. Iwaizumi caught the movement from the corner of his eye and caught his wrist mid-air to stop him. Y/N’s head turned to the side to look at Iwaizumi, Oikawa snatching his arm back before she could notice.

“Is it heavy?” She asks. Iwaizumi stared at her, confused. “My bag.” She pointed down at it. He looked down to where she was pointing and quickly realized he had unintentionally hit her with her own bag when he grabbed Oikawa’s wrist. “I kind of snapped the strap on my bookbag.” She laughed softly, as if embarrassed to admit it. “So all of my books and stuff are shoved in there with my gym clothes, too. Maybe I should just carry it. Your shoulders still probably hurt. I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think-” She reached for her gym bag but Iwaizumi stopped her.

“It’s fine. It’s not heavy at all.” He told her. “And my shoulder is fine. It was nothing.” He rolls his shoulder to prove it to her. She gave him a small, thankful smile and leaned against Oikawa again. He glanced down at her gym bag. Iwaizumi couldn’t even tell that it had gotten heavier. Then it dawned on him. Is that why she didn’t lean on him this time? With the weight of the bag and her holding on to him, was she afraid of hurting his shoulder? He didn’t even injure it, it was just sore from the new workout routine. He couldn’t believe she remembered that.

Iwaizumi smiled to himself. She didn’t lean on Oikawa because she liked him, she just didn’t want to accidentally hurt him. He gently placed his hand on the top of her head, softly ruffling her hair and she turned to look at him with a bright (albeit tired) smile.

“Do you want us to go with you tomorrow or should we just meet you there?” Oikawa asked, pulling her attention to him.

“I’ll see you over there.” She replied. “I told Y/F/N I would help her get ready.”

“What’s happening tomorrow?” Iwaizumi asked. Oikawa and Y/N stopped in their tracks. “What?” He asked, stopping as well.

“The first rugby match of the season is tomorrow.” Y/N replied, offended. “You said you were gonna go. How could you forget?”

“Seriously, Iwa. She’s been talking about it nonstop. She helped come up with the new routine that she’s so excited for us to watch.” Oikawa joined in.

“I didn’t forget.” Iwa defended himself.

Y/N looked up at Oikawa. “Drag him there if you have to.” She tells him.

“I plan to.” Oikawa smiled, mischievously.

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Iwaizumi and Oikawa took their seats on the bleachers. Luckily, for Oikawa he didn’t have to drag Iwa. He was ready to go and standing outside Oikawa’s place before he even called him.

Oikawa made sure they had gotten there early, so they could get the best seats. Front and center. Iwaizumi looked around. The bleachers were practically entirely empty, save for a few of the parents and some students from the photography club.

“It’s still early.” Oikawa told him. “There should be more people coming,” a mischievous smirk slowly appeared on Oikawa’s lips, “I hear most of the spectators are boys from other schools who only come to these games to watch the cheerleaders.” Iwaizumi slowly turned his head, deadly eyes staring right at Oikawa. Oikawa gulped, “Ok, Iwa-chan. No more jokes.” He waved his hands in surrender.

As time passed, Iwaizumi noticed what Oikawa had said was true. More people had shown up, mostly students and families from their school. They all sat together and the visiting school’s family and friends sat in the bleachers on the opposite side of the field.

It was definitely a bigger audience than they had at their own games. The little green monster within Iwaizumi was starting to reveal itself. All these people were going to see you perform in the cheerleading outfit he loved so much.

He groaned to himself, rubbing his face with his hands. Don’t be jealous, you idiot. He thought to himself. You don’t even have the guts to ask her out.

“Hey hey hey!” “Oika’a!”

Iwaizumi dragged his hands down his face. He should’ve seen this coming. Oikawa meddling, practically pushing him to ask Y/N out was one thing. He could handle that. But Oikawa plus Bokuto and Kuroo - he was going to explode.

Kuroo sat down on the other side of Iwaizumi. He put an arm over his shoulders and smiled smugly at him, “Hey, Hajime. Excited to watch the game?”

“Game?” Bokuto asked. “I thought we were here to-” Oikawa covered Bokuto’s mouth before he could finish that sentence.

“Not even trying to be discreet about it, huh?” Iwa looked over at Kuroo, slightly irritated. “I hope Kenma gave you an earful about how shitty you’re all being.”

“No clue what you’re talking about.” Kuroo removed his arm from Iwa and looked out towards the field. “Just here to watch a good game of rugby.”

“You don’t even want to know what Akaashi said.” Bokuto laughed and sat on the other side of Kuroo.

Oikawa avoided making eye contact with Iwaizumi. Smart idea. Iwaizumi seemed to be collected on the outside but he was practically fuming on the inside. The announcer’s voice came on the speaker as they introduced the two teams, the captains, the coaches and the start of the game.

Iwaizumi was focused on the game, allowing himself to calm down and ultimately forgetting about Oikawa, Bokuto and Kuroo. For a while.

Cheers came from one side of the bleachers and the cheerleading team came out running onto the track, waving their pom poms in the air. Y/N was the sixth in the line. She stopped right in front of Iwaizumi, where she felt she could see him the best and smiled up at him. He blushed slightly. With all the people around him, her eyes were only on him.

“Y/N!” Oikawa yelled. Suddenly, him, Kuroo, and Bokuto jumped up and lifted their shirts up to reveal their abs. On their bodies they had each written a word to make out, We love Y/N.

He’s gonna die. I’m going to kill him. Was written all over Iwaizumi’s face.

Y/N’s eyes widened and her mouth hung open, slightly. A nudge from the girl next to her and she was brought back to reality. She waved at the boys, forcing her embarrassed smile to look more genuine. She didn’t look in their direction again after that.

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The game was over in an instant; Aoba Johsai winning by a landslide. The four boys were waiting for Y/N by the gate. Iwaizumi was a little relieved with the fact that the three assholes haven’t tried anything after their fiasco. And now that the game was over, he wasn’t going to have to deal with any of their nonsense from here on out. At least that’s what he could’ve hoped for.

Y/N walked up to them along with three other girls, who were (kind of) hiding behind her. She was wearing casual clothes now. A sight Iwaizumi rarely saw. He could feel his heart leap in his chest. She looked beautiful.

“Hey guys.” She smiled, but it was small and it was gone in a flash. “These are my friends. F/1, F/2 and F/3. This is Hajime, Toru, Kuroo, and Kotaro.” She pointed at each of the boys when she introduced them. The girls blushed when they shyly greeted the boys.

“Y/N,” Bokuto smiled, “That routine was great.” He complimented.

“You really killed it out there.” Kuroo added. “You all did.” He smiled at Y/N’s friends.

“I’m surprised she was able to concentrate after what you did.” F/1 laughed. “If I had my own fans like all of you I most likely would’ve botched.”

“Seriously, Y/N. You’re so lucky you have the hottest guys in the prefecture cheering you on.” F/3 added with a wink.

Y/N scratched the back of her head, politely smiling. “Yeah.. lucky me.” She replied. But to Iwaizumi it was obvious she did not feel that way. “Anyway, should we get going? I’m starving.” Y/N’s friends followed after the three boys and Y/N stayed behind to walk alongside Iwaizumi.

There was something off about her. She kept her gaze down and she was holding her hands in front of her. She even maintained the space between her and Iwaizumi. He could tell something was wrong. “Do you want to go somewhere else? To eat?” She didn’t even look at him when she asked.

Iwa didn’t fully process the reason for her question, before saying, “No. It’s ok. I’m not that hungry.”

Y/N mouthed a small ‘oh’.

They continued walking behind the others in silence for a while. “I’m glad they were able to join us last minute,” she said about her friends. “I didn’t know Kuroo and Kotaro were coming.”

“It was a shock to me, too.” Iwaizumi grumbled. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, anger rising inside him again.

Oikawa looked over his shoulder and Iwaizumi could swear he had just glared at him. Oikawa stopped walking and turned around while the others kept walking on ahead. When Iwaizumi and Y/N were close enough, Oikawa smiled. “You’re not mad at us, are you, Y/N?” He lowered himself so he could be eye level with her. She slowly lifted her head, glaring at him.

Y/N had no words. She only slapped Oikawa across the face. Even though she was angry at him, she couldn’t bring herself to slap him full force. But she made sure it hurt. “You idiot. That was so embarrassing!”

He stepped back, his smile now gone, unexpecting that kind of reaction from her. Iwaizumi looked on as well. She was biting her lip and fighting hard to keep herself from crying. Too dumb to realize why it was embarrassing, Y/N reached into her gym bag, grabbing a fistful of folded up and crumpled paper along with other things and slapped them onto Oikawa’s hand. “Most of these were given to me in person. Some of them were sent to be given to me.”

Oikawa looked at the notes in his hands. Iwaizumi grabbed a few and looked at them as well. They had phone numbers along with names written on them. Some even added notes, like ‘call me’, ‘you’re hot’, and ‘let’s have a good time.’

“I’m going home.” Y/N’s words made him look at her. She wasn’t staring at either of them. “I’ll see you guys later.” She walked around Oikawa.

Oikawa wanted to go after her and apologize. He didn’t mean for that to happen, he just wanted Iwaizumi to grow his balls back. When he turned, Iwaizumi grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him back to stop him.

“You’ve done enough.” He told him.

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Iwaizumi couldn’t go to sleep without knowing if she was going to be ok or not. After teaching Oikawa a lesson, he made his way to her house. He had texted her to make sure it was alright and she told him to let himself in.

He opened her bedroom door to find her lying down, wrapped in her blanket like a burrito. He stripped himself of his jacket and sat down behind her. He wanted to come make sure she was ok but he couldn’t even open his mouth to ask.

“I’m such an asshole!” She broke the silence, startling Iwaizumi. He took a second to process her words.

“Huh?!” He rolled her so she was facing him. “Why are you an asshole?!” She didn’t do anything wrong, at least not that he’s seen.

“I slapped Toru really hard.” She pouted. He looked at her in disbelief. Was she really upset because she slapped Oikawa and not because of what he did? “I didn’t mean it.” She continued. “It’s not like it was his fault. He didn’t know. This is all my fault,” she turned away from Iwa, “I should’ve just kept my mouth shut.”

“Hold on,” Iwaizumi pulled her to turn her his way again, “Toru got what he deserved. And what do you mean it’s your fault? Kept your mouth shut about what?”

Y/N unraveled herself out of the blanket and sat up. “If I tell you, will you promise not to laugh? Or think I’m weird or anything crazy like that?” Iwaizumi nodded.

“Ok, well,” she looked down at her hands, nervously, “there was this guy on the team. He kept asking me out and I turned him down each time but he just wasn’t getting the picture. Just to get him off my back, R/C/N agreed to drive me home after practice that day and just pretend to like me or whatever. This was before him and his girlfriend were official. But then you and Toru showed up and walked me home and then R/C/N showed up at my house the same night and he thought it would be a better idea if he were to just tell the other guy that he saw you walking me home and it’s better for him to just back off and leave me alone, right? So he really believed we were dating, and then that news spread and a lot of the other students believed it too. And I don’t know, I just really loved the fact that everyone believed that you were my boyfriend and I didn’t want them to think otherwise so I didn’t say anything. But then those idiots went off and pulled off that stunt and everyone thought you broke up with me and I was just trying to make you jealous. Rebound..y’know.”

She had spat everything out so fast, Iwaizumi was still hearing her words long after she had stopped talking.

“And I just really loved the fact everyone believed you were my boyfriend.” She really loved that? He was so scared of getting rejected and this whole time she accepted him as a boyfriend. A pretend one, but still.

She was staring at him. Waiting for his reaction. Waiting for his words. Waiting for something but he remained still and quiet. Taking that as a bad sign, Y/N’s face had gone from nervous to full blown mortified.

“Oh my Gosh! That was so stupid of me.” She brought her hands up to cover her face, shying away from Iwaizumi. “I would understand if you don’t want anything to do with me anymore. It was stupid of me to do that.” She said into her hands.

“Are you serious?” Iwaizumi grabbed her wrists, bringing her hands down from her face. She closed her eyes and turned away from him. “I was too scared to ask you out and this whole time we’ve been dating?” Y/N whipped her head to stare at him. He wasn’t mad, he wasn’t looking at her like she was crazy, he wasn’t even embarrassed either. He was looking at her with wide eyes, like he was surprised. “Will you take me back?”

Y/N tilted her in confusion, but she couldn’t hold back her sudden laughter. Iwaizumi laughed along with her. He couldn’t tell if it was a joyous laughter or one of relief but he was just happy that he was able to make her feel better and confess to her at the same time.

“I was expecting something more extravagant but, yeah, I guess i’ll take you back.” Her laughter slowly dying down.

“I’m serious. I want to do this right.”

“Hajime,” she sighs, gently pulling him to lay down with her and wrapped her arms around one of his. “You could paint it all over my face and my answer would still be yes.” A short pause. “I’m not saying you can do it.” She warned him.

“Don’t tell Oikawa just yet.” Y/N looked up at Iwaizumi for further explanation. “Assholes gotta learn his lesson. He can’t embarrass my girl like that and get away with it. Not yet.”

“Hajime,” she said sternly, lifting herself up to sit up to look down at him. Iwaizumi had his eyes closed and pulled her down gently to lay down again. “What did you do?” She returned to her previous position.

“Nothing too bad.” He ruffled the top of your head. “Just that I wasn’t going to talk to him until he made up with you.” He smirked.

“Hajime Iwaizumi!” She shot up and softly pushed against his chest. He sat up laughing. “That is so mean. He’s probably going through it right now.” She reached over Iwaizumi, for her phone that was on the bedside table behind him. Iwaizumi wrapped his arms around her abdomen and pulled her back and placed her under him.

“What are you doing?” She tried to push him away but he didn’t move.

“Just a couple of days.” he tells her. “He’ll be fine.” He flopped back on to his side of the bed and opened his arms, “you’ve slept on my arm and my shoulder so far.. But right here is more comfortable.”

Y/N grabbed the blanket pulling it over them as she laid down on Iwaizumi’s chest, snuggling up to him, frowning the whole time. “It is.” She gave in. Iwaizumi wrapped his arms around her, plating a soft kiss on the top of her head.

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iidascalves · 4 years

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hello! I was wondering if you could do a Bakugou x Reader (if requests are open ofc❤️). Maybe Bakugou said something he didn’t mean to the Reader, and she like leaves the middle of class to go to the bathroom to cry- and like some of the girls go to comfort her/ask if she’s doing fine. But that doesn’t help- so Bakugou ditches class and goes to comfort her in the girls bathroom, and the other girls are like “cUtE”. Sorry if this made no sense but I thought it would be cute 😳. love your writing!

Heyy! I really enjoyed writing this! I had never written Bakugo before so I apologize if he is a tad ooc. If I’m not too busy with school I’ll definitely try writing for other characters. Let me know if there’s anything you guys would like to see! Thanks <3

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I Didn’t Mean It (Bakugo x Reader)

“I have to grade some papers today so I decided to give you busy work.” Aizawa picked up a stack of packets from his desk. “Split up in groups of three or four.”

Your classmates looked to their closest friends with mischievous smiles before there was a chorus of desks slinging together. You looked at Mina and Kirishima struggling to shuffle their desks up to Bakugo’s. You caught Mina’s eyes and grinned at her.

Soon enough your desks were squished together in a rectangle. Kirishima and Bakugo on one side, you and Mina on the other. You started swinging your feet while reading the first question.

“Name five hero agencies.” You quickly scribbled your answers. You felt Mina slowly creeping towards you and your paper. You smiled and looked up at her. “Here.” You slid your paper towards her so she could see.

“Thanks (Y/n)- chan!” Mina stuck out her tongue as she scribbled the answers.

You felt someone kick your desk and your head shot up to look at Bakugo.

“Oi. Let me see, Shithead.” He leaned forward, trying to peer at the paper.

“Say please.” You smirked as Bakugo glared at you, practically grinding his teeth.

“Tch. Whatever.” Bakugo crossed his arms and slouched down in his chair.

“Hey, Bakugo I got three down if you can think of two.” Kirishima said.

“Calm down. I’m just kidding, Bakugo. Here.” You slid your paper over to his desk but he shoved it back to you. “Okay, fine. Geez.” You and Mina worked together for the next couple of questions. Occasionally comparing answers with Kirishima. When Bakugo had slid down in his chair he had stretched his legs out so far they were now under your desk. You were restless as you worked so you had the tendency to swing your feet. You accidentally kicked Bakugo’s foot that was sitting under your desk.

“Watch it!” Bakugo sneered at you. You smiled back.

“Maybe you shouldn’t man spread into my space then.”

Kirishima’s eyes widened as he saw Bakugo’s angry experssion.

“Hey guys lets not fight, okay. Let’s just work on the packet.” He did his best to diffuse the situation, but to no avail.

“I wouldn’t fight someone with such a weak quirk. It wouldn’t be a fair match.” Bakugo tipped back in his chair and looked away.

Your hands clenched. Bakugo was well aware of how hard you have worked to hone your quirk into something useful. You spent your early life wishing to be someone else. When you come to U.A., it was finally a chance to accept yourself.

“My quirk isn’t useless, you know that.” You practically snarled the response. Mina and Kirishima were looking nervously between you two.

“It was pretty useless when you got your ass beat by that villain.” He was leaning forward now, taunting you with a cocky smirk. He knew he was touching at a dangerously sensitive subject now.

“Bakugo, knock it off.” Mina warned. But both of you had already tuned the others out.

You were furious. It’s bad enough to question your strength, but bringing up the traumatic experience of being attacked was a low fucking blow.

Anger boiled in your chest. You felt the sting of tears well behind your eyes. You wanted to scream at him, tell him off, something. But right now, you knew you were about to cry. And no fucking way were you going to give him the satisfaction.

“You ok, (Y/n)?” Kirishima asked.

You didn’t say another word. You stood up fast, making your chair squeak. You sped walked out of the classroom, letting the door swing behind you. You wanted to be alone more than anything.

The bathroom was almost always a safe place to cry so you headed there. Quick footsteps appeared behind you. They only made you walk faster. You bolted into a stall and shut the door. Once you sat down on the toilet seat, you began to sob. In between your sniffs and whimpers were soft knocks at the stall door.

“(Y/n)? Do you want to talk?” Mina was on the other side. “What Bakugo said was way out of line.” You didn’t have the words to reply so you just continued to cry. You heard the jingle of the metal latch on your door. “(Y/n), can you open up?” You took a breath and swallowed hard.

“N-no. Not right now.” You took a piece of toilet paper to wipe your eyes with.

“(Y/n) it’s okay. You can let me in, we’ve seen each other cry before. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” You still couldn’t muster up the words to respond.

“(Y/n)? Oh- Mina. Is she in there?” You assumed Mina must have nodded. “It’s Momo and Uraraka. Is there anything we can do?”

“N-no. Thank you.” You saw Momo stick a hand under the door. It sparkled for a moment before spitting out a box of tissues. You chuckled despite your tears. “Thanks.” You sniffled again. “Will Aizawa Sensei get mad if you guys are out of class for too long?”

“No, it’s okay.” Ochako responded. “Jiro and Tsuyu explained the situation to Aizawa Sensei.” This made your face heat up even more. You found the fact that already so many people now knew you were crying to yourself in the bathroom humiliating. The girls became more worried as you sobbed harder than before.

Joined by the sounds of your chokes sobs and sniffs, were footsteps. The air in the room grew tense and focused. You could tell from inside the stall that whoever just entered surprised your friends who came to comfort you.

“Gonna let me through?” A deep voice snarled from outside your stall. The air stood still before someone dared to answer.

“Bakugo- kun you can’t be in the girls ba-“ Momo’s authoritarian voice began to reprimand him before Mina cut her off.

“Guys let’s leave them alone for a bit. We should get back to class anyway.”

“I’ll see you later, (Y/n)- chan.” Ochako said through the stall door. Quiet footsteps occupied the tense seconds it took for the girls to leave. Once outside the bathroom you heard Mina whisper- shout in excitement.

“He came to comfort her!”The others shushed her and rushed back to class.

You buried your face further into your hands and hoped Bakugo wouldn’t ask about Mina’s comment.

You waited for him to say something. Trying your best not to let sounds escape that would reveal you were crying.

“Are you just sitting in there or shitting?” This made you giggle.

“I’m not shitting, idiot.” Your giggle masked the hoarseness of your voice.

He was quiet for a moment.

“Then can you open the door?” From where you were sitting you could see his white indoor shoes. Somehow scuffed despite it being early in the school year. He was right in front of you, hand probably raised, ready to push open the door.

You were hesitant. Embarrassed at the idea that you would let someone see you like this. However, you reached up and unlatched the door anyway. After hearing the latch, Bakugo slowly pushed open the door and looked at you. “Shit, (Y/n).” His eyes left yours and found the stall wall to look at for a moment.

“I know. I’m too sensitive.” Your voice cracked in shame. You’re too emotional. Real heroes don’t breakdown when teased or trashed on. Tears began to flow again.

“No. No, that’s not what I was going to say.” He shook his head and crouched down. He was looking up at you now. He was down on one knee, almost like he was bowing. “I’m sorry, (Y/n). I shouldn’t have said the thing about you and that villain. Or your quirk. Or about you being weak.”

You just sat and looked at him. You never thought he could have it in him to actually apologize. He was usually so reckless, so careless. What determined that you got to see this side of him?

“I still have scars from it, you know.” He was silent. “Recovery Girl did her best but I was still left with these. You raised your skirt about an inch. Just enough to reveal one of the scars you got trying to save some classmates from Toga. She attacked you when you got separated from the rest of 1-A at the training camp in the woods. “Next time...” you suddenly got the courage to look at him again. “I’ll give her a real fight.” You smiled at each other. He rested a hand on your leg. Just above the knee.

“If you ever need backup you know who to call.” Your smile widened.

“Thank you, Bakugo.” You put your hand on his.

“Want to stay here a while?” You nodded. He went from kneeling to sitting on the floor. His hand dropped from your knee in the process.

You reached out and took it once again.

“I still look like a mess so we can’t leave for a while. That ok?” He nodded, still smiling.

“Sure. Whatever you need.”

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ninliane · 5 years

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then say my name | osamu miya x reader

huhu i know i still have requests to do but i was working on this for a week in class and wanted to share it with you guys :>>

anyway i know i said i was falling for atsumu, but osamu attracted me more haha, he seems a bit ooc here but i’ll try to fix it in the future. for now my priority in writing will be requests!

this story has now been given artwork by vn_vannies on twitter! it’s after the story down below i commissioned her to draw one scene from this story :))

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“What must we do to get you to play a match with us?” the captain of Inarizaki asked.

“Sorry, we’re just too busy with other practice matches,” Kuroo responded. Taketora went up to Kuroo and whispered, “Hey Kuroo, aren’t they the powerhouse school of the Hyogo prefecture? We saw them at Nationals.” Kuroo sighed and faced him. “I really wish we could but after Nationals, a bunch of other powerhouse schools wanted matches.”

The captain gave in. “Alright, it was worth a try,” he looked up to Kuroo. “It’s been a pleasure seeing you play, we hope to play against you someda-”

“Hold on,” a certain blond holds up his hand. “Now now Kita-san, don’t say such things! I’m sure there are other ways on convincing the-aCHJ”

“Don’t do anything stupid you dumbass.” a silver-haired male said as he wacked his brother's head.

“I’m gonna kill yo-”

“Our bus is here,” Kita coughed. “Goodbye to you, and best of luck.” Aran bowed as did the opposing team

All of them were boarding the bus and putting their stuff in until Atsumu was the last one outside. He stood up and looked back. “Get yer ass up here, Sumu” his brother called out from the window.

“Oh, but I forgot something,” that only gained an irritated look from his twin. Thinking he was going back in the building the team moved aside. Smiling as he was walking he made eye contact with a certain manager, swiftly grabbed both of her arms, dipped her, and pressed his lips onto hers.

“?!”

The kiss lasted for quite a while, but everyone was too astonished to move. He swiftly pulled back, smiled, and winked at her. Kuroo’s face scrunched and by the time he yelled in surprise, Atsumu was back in the bus already waving at them. “See you on the court!”

The entire team screamed in shock. “WHATTT?!?!” Taketora screamed, “HOW DARE THEY ADVANCE ON OUR MANAGER!!” “(Y/N)-chan! (Y/N)-chwauwnnnn!!!” Lev ran up to her holding her should and having tears on his eyes, “are-are you okay?” “Oi! Kuroo-san and Yaku-san are going somewhere!” Shibayama yelled. “Someone stop them!”

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“Well, you’re welcome!” Atsumu said as he stood up in the bus, his hands up and eyes closed, “looks like we’re getting a practice ma-gehck!”

“You actual stupid dumbass,” Osamu said after hitting him on the head. But oh he was not done as he kicked his stomach. “You didn’t have to do that to her.”

Meanwhile, the team wasn’t doing anything about it because they did indeed think that Atsumu has gone too far. They felt lucky to have Osamu reprimand him for his actions.

Coughing as he got up and weakly smiled and chuckled, “W-what’s it to you ‘Samu?..ya like her or someth-geCK” and the grey-haired spiker finished him off by kicking his face.

“I’ll carry him home don’t worry about him,” Osamu said picking up the unconscious setter and placing him on his seat next to his. “Not like we were in the first place..” one of them spoke.

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“Samuu…” the blond groaned. “Gimme the ice,”

“You can get the ice yourself.”

Osamu thought about what his twin had said though. Did he like Nekoma’s manager? Well yes, you could say that she was charming in her own way. So that’s why during the practice match between Nekoma and Inarizaki, he approached her with a calm and demure smile.

“Oh, Miya-san,” their manager turned around. The spiker shook his head, “Please, call me Osamu, my idiot brother might get confused again.” he gestured to the setter. (Y/N) giggled, “Sure,” she flipped back the pages of her clipboard and tucked it under her arm. “So how long are you here in Tokyo?”

“Around one more week, since we lost to Karasuno we’re here for a few more days,” “You gonna play at that time?” Osamu shrugged, “I dunno, maybe just a bit.” (Y/N)’s smile grew, “They why don’t I show you around!” Osamu looked taken aback, “Really?” She furiously nodded her head and grinned. ‘Cute..’ he thought.

Returning with a soft smile he responded, “Yeah sure, that would be great.”

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“Hahh, we’re finally done.” Taketora said stretching and turning around, “It’s only 1:30, you guys wanna go out?” “Sure!” Inoka said, “Yeah, why not, it would be a nice bonding activity.” Kai smiled.

“Kenma, you’re coming,” Kuroo said looking at the setter who was trying to escape, looking defeated and all. Kuroo turned to their manager “(Y/N)-chan, you in?”. She showed a remorseful smile, “Awe, sorry guys I really wish I could but I made plans after practice.” “Oh? Going shopping?” Yaku asked. “Mm yes and no.” she shrugged.

“Oh~? Is a date?” Kuroo teasingly asked. (Y/N) paused for a while as if in thought, giving a small smile as she spoke, “Yeah, if you think about it, kinda.”

“Wait what.” Kuroo immediately went pale as did the rest of the team.

“EH?! (Y/N)-chan you’re going on a date?!” Lev asked, “With who??” Yaku followed up. (Y/N) frowned and reluctantly faced the door. “Mm, no! You guys are gonna get all weird if I tell you who the guy is. Besides it’s not like it’s a romantic date, I’m just showing him around..” Kuroo stumbled forward and grabbed (Y/N)’s shoulders. “Do we know him?!”

(Y/N) shook her head. “Ah, I mean yeah I guess you do but..” (Y/N) shook him off and opened the door, “If you guys are that worried we’re just gonna be in the plaza near the market. See you tomorrow.” the door closed.

Immediately after that action was done Kuroo turned around, “We’re going after her.” “Eh, why?” Kenma asked, “It’s her date we shouldn’t get involved.” “But what if something bad happens to her?” Kuroo shot back.

“I think she’s smart enough to know when to flee a scene.” “I don’t like this either” Yaku frowned. “Me too!” Lev added in. “Argh, my sister just texted she needs help in doing the chores.” Taketora looked at his phone. “Okay! Lev, Yaku, Kenma and I will go!” Kuroo said standing up while grabbing Kenma’s hoodie. “What? But I said-” “Send in reports Kuroo-san!” Yamamoto yelled

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“Oi, Samu, where are ya going?”

The silver-haired twin shrugged his brother off, “None of your business.” Kita walked into the living room and asked, “Osamu-kun, where are you going?” “Just out to the nearby plaza.”

“Oh, so you respond to him you jerk.” Atsumu thought out loud. “Plaza? Why?” “Just meetin’ someone there, I won’t have dinner here, I’ll be back before 10:30.” and he left before the two could ask any more questions.

“Going to meet someone? Who do you think it is?” Kita asked Atsumu, “Dunno, can’t be any relatives, we don’t have any here in Tok..oh my gosh.” Atsumu sat up in sudden realization and faced Kita and Aran who just walked in.

“He’s going to meet the girl from Nekoma.” “The girl?” Aran asked. “Oh, you mean their manager, the one that you kissed and didn’t even apologize for which got us an earful from coach,” Kita spoke glaring at him.

“Ya, ya , her.” Atsumu spoke unfazed. “I saw them talkin’ together a whole lot yesterday..she’s probably the one he’s meeting.” Aran smiled, “And why are you so worked up about it, Atsumu-kun?” Atsumu pouted, frowned and walked away to the shared room of the team, “I’m going out too.” “Don’t get caught,” Kita told him, not tearing his eyes away from the newspaper.

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“I hope I’m not here too early..” he thought. He got off the train and made his way up the stairs that were outside the station. As he walked up the stairs he remembered, “Ah..I don’t think I got her number...what if I don’t find he-”

“Osamu-kun!” a sweet voice interrupted his thoughts and he looked up to a girl smiling and waving at him. She was wearing a green beret on her head and her hair was parted to her left; a blue and white striped T-shirt that was covered by an unzipped white jacket, she wore a checkered skirt with brown shoes and white socks.

It stunned Osamu for a brief moment. “Hey,” she said catching her breath, “Sorry, I’m really early to these things haha.” Osamu smiled and shook his head. “No worries, you look pretty.”

‘What the hell did you just say,’

“Oh! Awe, really? Thanks! I just got this two days ago haha” she said smiling

‘Oh, she liked it’

“Well,” he started, trying his words, “where are we going, Ms. Tokyo?” (Y/N) giggled at the nickname, “Let’s go to the food stalls first! There’s this karaage chicken vendor that’s so so good!” The spiker nodded and followed her. While walking the two engaged in conversation, unaware that five other volleyball players were following them.

“So, you don’t seem Japanese yet so speak it well, where are you from?” he asked. “Oh you noticed. I’m from (country), I’m (nationality).” After they had gotten their food, (Y/N) hummed and took a small bite, and blew on it. “Cat’s tongue?” he observed while smirking.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes with her and jokingly elbowed him, only to earn laughter from the spiker. While munching on her chicken, (Y/N) asked. “Hey! There’s an amusement park here! You wanna go?” “Yeah sure, why not.” The pair threw their cups in a nearby trash bin, still unaware that they were being followed...well, the spiker had a hunch.

This irked his mind and looked around, only to be pulled back to reality by (Y/N)’s voice. “We’re here,” (Y/N) spoke. Like a gentleman, Osamu paid for the tickets, even though the girl insisted. Once they were inside he turned to her. “So which one do you want to go to fir-” “Manager-chan!”

‘I’m going to murder him.’

“Oh, M-miya-san!” (Y/N) said surprised, “What are you doing here?” “Yeah, what are you doing here, Sumu?” the younger twin emphasized. Not wanting to lose his cool in front of (Y/N), it took him every last nerve in his body to restrain him from beating the crap out of Atsumu. “Oh, I was just in the area and heard a pretty voice and decided to follow it.” winking at her.

‘Don’t, Don’t, Don’t, Don’t, Don’t, Don’t-’

“Ah! (Y/N) you were meeting with them?!”

‘You have literally got to be kidding me.’

“Kuroo?!” (Y/N) said now frowning, “What are you-” “(Y/N)-chan you’re okay!” “Lev?!” (Y/N) shook her head, “Okay is anyone else within the vicinity a volleyball player?!” Yaku and Kenma stepped out. (Y/N) put her hands on her cheeks, “You’ve gotta be kidding.”

“Hmm, Nekoma’s captain..I thought you guys had a practice match.” Atsumu said, “And I thought you guys were too busy losing to still be here?” Kuroo challenged. The latter was engaged and the other three Nekoma boys had gotten distracted by a ride.

Without saying a word, Osamu grabbed (Y/N) and swiftly pulled her through the crowd behind an empty booth. “Wha- Osamu-mmf”

“Shh..” he whispered, covering her mouth with his hands.

It was a very thin gap so the pair were much too close for “friends”. (Y/N) blushed in the process as he slowly removed his hand from her mouth. As if suddenly realizing what he’s done, he widened his eyes and stuttered. “O-oh my gosh, (Y-” he held back from saying her name, “I’m so so sorry.”

(Y/N) laughed a bit and caught one of his wrists. Confused he just stared at her, an unkown certain heat slowly rising to his face. She didn’t say anything and only smiled and she ran out of the gap.

They made their way through the crowds. Luckily the Ferris Wheel where she was headed to had a short line and she managed to get in a capsule as the door closed.

Once the two were in the capsule, they rested on opposite sides of the seat. “S-sorry, I saw them looking for us and this was the only solution,” she said laughing a bit. Osamu looked at her and kept silent; he rested his elbows on his thighs and bent his head down.

“Osamu-kun?” When she had said that he brought a finger to her lips. “Osamu..just Osamu..” he breathed out. (Y/N) paused for a bit before returning the action of her finger on his lips. Taken aback the spiker looked and her as she smiled.

“Then say my name.”

“..what?” not moving from her original position she stated, “You haven’t said my name at all during this date.” The grey-haired teenager felt his heart race.

‘She considered this a date?’

“Go on,” she encouraged. Unknowest to the both of them a string of sparks flew upwards and exploded right outside their capsule. Fireworks.

This took (Y/N) by surprised as she yelped and instinctively threw herself and the nearest object to hold on to...which at that moment happened to be the spiker. She held herself to his chest, her eyes shut and Osamu leaned against the wall of the capsule in surprise, it took him a few second to figure out where to put his hands and after enough quick deliberation, decided on wrapping his arms around the girl who was sitting on his lap.

They were in that position for a good forty second before (Y/N) realized what position she was and pushed herself away but putting her hand on his chest, though still on his lap. “O-oh gosh, Osamu I’m so sorr-”

He pulled her back to his chest, this time hugging her even tighter.

He didn’t know how this would affect him after but right now he didn’t care, he was happy with this. “I like it..when you say my name..” his mouth that was now close to her ears muttered. She shuddered from the hot breath but relaxed soon after. “...(Y/N).” His doubts were eliminated as soon as he said that, as she hugged him even tighter and smiled to herself.

They stayed like that in complete silence but both were happy. When the capsule finally arrived towards the lower levels, (Y/N) shifted herself away from the spiker and moved to sit beside him. “(Y/N)..” Osamu spoke.

The manager would still get shudders every time he spoke her name. “I’m really glad I came to Tokyo, not just this but also for Nationals. I got to play so many more teams and it was honestly a once in a lifetime thing.” (Y/N) nodded, “Then I better see you next year as well,” Osamu gave a small smile and nodded back.

The pair had stepped out of the capsule only to find Atsumu waiting outside for them. “What the hell samu?! Why did you just leave-” “

That’s none of your concern, Tsum-Tsum.” he said putting a hand on his twins’ shoulder. He then looked behind and flashed a small smile at the girl, “Let’s go, (Y/N).”

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heads up, every osamu story i write is in the same universe, they’re kinda like continuations of each other hehe. its not necessary to read the others and these can be read individually, but i promise you its worth it at the end :D

this is story 1

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story 5

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like a dark paradise (Tokoyami Fumikage X Reader)

I’M BACK FOR A BIT! WHAT’S UP MOTHER-TRUCKERS~?!

Ahhhh school is really kicking my ass you guys... >.< But I had this in my head and I wasn’t going to just let it go while the bug was still in me! I can’t get enough of dear Tokoyami so I wrote this! He’s one of my favorites!!

I apologize for any OOC-ness cuz my writing skills are NOT getting any better XD

Featuring... Birb boi!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ZwCu8u0bzA

Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise... No one compares to you, I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side...

6 YEARS AGO

He was never treated like the rest of the other children. Then again, not all of the children had features as unique as his, some actually looked more bizarre but they always chose Tokoyami because he was an easy target. Ever since he started school he’d gotten a lot of stares, not subtle jokes made at his expense and he was a sensitive child back during those days so he spent a lot of time hiding in the bathroom, crying.

All he wanted was to keep to himself so he wouldn’t bother anyone with his presence as he sat outside, but they never left him alone and they always followed him just to torment him more. The boy cringed and whined when he felt little bread crumbs being thrown at him. Again. They always did this, any chance students got they would toss bread at him to ‘feed the bird’.

‘Let me at them! Come on!! I can’t let them hurt you!’

But he had gotten his quirk by that time, as Dark Shadow arrived in his life when he was 4 years old and has been with him for the past 5 years. Tokoyami was partially relieved to have a sentient quirk that made him feel a little less alone, but the shadow could be very willful at times and he didn’t have the best control over it yet.

‘No! Don’t! You’ll just make it worse!’

Tokoyami knew better than to fight back, the worst thing children could do at this age of childhood was to stir the pot and give bullies more reason to pick on him. On top of that he had gotten in trouble a few other times because of Dark Shadow’s intervention and he didn’t want a repeat of that because he always got blamed for it even if he and his parents knew that it wasn’t his fault.

“Hungry Tokoyami?” The voice belonged to a slightly older boy, maybe 12 at best with three other 6th graders beside him, all of them boys too. Tomo was the name of the ringleader he thought. The others were Katou, Goda and Maeda.

He slowly stood up where he sat. He could feel all of their judgmental, taunting eyes on him but Tokoyami didn’t dare say anything back to them though, because he feared if he did it would somehow give them more to tease him about.

“I love feeding the birds, but I don’t get why you don’t ever eat what I give you? I go out of my way to feed you dude.” Tomo asked him, leaning in a little closer as he kept his eyes to the ground and kept quiet.

“You need to show a little more fucking gratitude you stupid bird.” Goda then roughly raised his voice as the boy cringed and closed his eyes, his fists clenching from fear as he held them to his chest and trembled where he stood.

“Maybe he don’t like bread. Maybe he’d rather have worms instead? Birds love to eat worms.” Katou suggested with a small smirk, and Maeda had gone off, likely behind a rock to find said ‘worms’ as Tokoyami flinched and gasped a little bit, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes that the other boys noticed.

“Ooh! That’s right… sorry bird boy, I’m an idiot for forgetting that birds like to eat bugs… here we’ll give you something juicer…”

Tokoyami took a step back, but didn’t realize what a mistake that was as Goda hooked his arms under his shoulders and prevented him from trying to get away. “N-No…” He whimpered quietly as he saw Maeda coming closer, hands full of dirt and worms he could see slithering about as he gasped and tried to wriggle away but Katou helped Goda pin him to the ground and held his arms down.

“No… no please…”

He shook his head and pleaded with the boys to show mercy, but he knew that they weren’t as Tomo gave him a menacing grin. “Hee-hee-hee… calm down… just a little bite. It’s delicious… birds eat them all the time… and that’s all you are anyway. A bird we get to feed…” His smirk darkened as the worms Maeda gathered were set to the ground and the latter made sure to hold the 4th grader’s legs down.

“Please! D-Don’t… no…” Tokoyami shook his head, involuntary tears springing to his eyes as he squirmed in their hold but they were stronger than him, bigger than him and older than him.

‘I WANT TO COME OUT! I WON’T LET THEM HURT YOU!!’

‘DON’T!’

The young crow shut his eyes as Dark Shadow demanded to be released but he couldn’t let him, because then the whole school would be after him if he did. “Lunch time Tokoyami~.” Tomo held up two long, wiggling worms as Tokoyami’s eyes widened and he turned his head when those disgusting things were brought closer, and closer to his beak…

“N-NO!!”

Meanwhile…

You weren’t a particularly special student, and you didn’t have a particularly special quirk. All you could do was construct things out of light and you could barely do that. The most you could make was a ball of light, real awesome. You sucked at it…

And on top of that, everyone here at school was lame too, well… maybe except this one guy. He seemed like he was okay but he was a bit of a loner based on what you noticed from the boy.

Perhaps you were a cynical 4th grader but no one really talked to you and you couldn’t find it in you to talk to anyone else either so you decided to just go outside for a bit with your backpack to draw or something instead of being around the other students.

However, you froze when you stepped foot outside and the loud sounds of retching hit your ears as you cringed. It sounded like someone was sick…

“OH HE PUKED!!”

“DISGUSTING!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

You heard voices, and they were yelling, and by the sound of it they were yelling at someone. Now the logical side of you was telling you to go and get a teacher, but the impulsive side of you instead forced you to run towards the sounds as the voices and the laughter got louder.

And you gasped and hid behind the corner, your (E/C) eyes widening as soon as you saw what was going on. There he was, that boy, hunched over with his arms around his stomach and a puddle of vomit in front of him with three other boys standing over him and laughing. They looked much older too, hell they were 6th graders! What were they doing picking on a 4th grader?!

It made you so mad you shook and breathed heavily, what the hell was wrong with those psychos? Whatever they did they made the boy throw up and it pissed you off to no end as you looked around the ground…

“Unbelievable… we give you food and this is how you repay us?” Tomo asked the smaller boy as Tokoyami heavily panted in an attempt to catch his breath after purging up what the force-fed him.

He whimpered lightly as he made the mistake of looking at the thick, pale-yellow and chunky liquid that used to be his breakfast, along with the two worms that had been shoved down his throat, still wiggling and undigested. He couldn’t dare look at it anymore without fearing he’d throw up again as he fearfully peered up at Tomo’s face. He tried to glare at him but the tears streaming from his eyes hardly made him look threatening.

“You know… I also read somewhere that mother birds puke up what they eat to their babies.” Katou once had an evil idea as Tokoyami gasped. No, that wasn’t going to happen, he already choked down those vile worms and vomited them back up. He couldn’t take it anymore…

“No…!” He stood up on shaky knees to run away but Goda grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down to the ground. Clutching a fistful of his feathers. “If you don’t eat that throw up I’ll tear off all your feathers one by one bird boy…” The boy growled as Tomo laughed a little bit.

“Well Goda… go ahead… let him eat up his own puke… c’mon it’ll be funny. Do it!” He demanded of the boy and he smirked, picking up the boy and motioning him over to the vomit as Tokoyami shook his head, crying more openly as he pleaded and begged for them to stop, but they weren’t going to…

He shut his tearful eyes as he cried, he didn’t want to look at it, he didn’t want to…

“RAHHHHHHH!!”

Without warning you whacked the brutish Goda on his head with your backpack hard and made him shout as his hands released Tokoyami, making him hit the ground just inches away from his own vomit. Quickly he backed away with wide eyes of shock, gasping as soon as he saw his savior.

His classmate, he had seen you before but not once did he ever expect you to come to his rescue…

You were panting and carrying your backpack with contempt in your eyes as Goda growled angrily at you, while Tomo, Katou and Maeda looked at you in shock. “You bitch!” Goda shouted as he held the back of his head, obviously in pain as you glared at them.

“Go away! Why don’t you ass-clowns go pick on someone in your own grade?!” Despite being a fourth grader, you already picked up on some swear words, but that didn’t matter to Tokoyami. The second he realized that he was saved, he quickly stood up and ran from the four boys and hid behind you. He felt like such a coward but he couldn’t help it.

Tomo on the other hand, still had the gall to be smug as he laughed and smirked, “Oh look Tokoyami. It’s the princess coming to save you… it’s supposed to be the other way around though… hehe c’mon girly girl… what are you doing? Are you really going to try and mess with us? For that freak?” He asked with his hands on his hips, his smirk pissing you off so much that you grabbed one of the rocks you filled your backpack with and threw one right at his stomach.

“OH!!” The boy suddenly held his stomach, groaning and moaning in pain like a little bitch as his friends all gasped and backed away. “AH!” But then they all started screaming when more rocks and small balls of light were tossed as you didn’t hesitate to throw whatever you had on you at them. Unknowingly giving them a taste of their own medicine now that they were the ones getting pelted.

“What the fuck?! Are you crazy?!”

“Get lost Tomo!”

“Bitch!”

“Hey! Leave your mom out of this!” You exclaimed, grinning a little bit when you saw Tomo’s face turn red, and out of impulse you grabbed a very stunned Tokoyami’s arm to run off. The boy yelped a little bit, but he ran away with you as Tomo kept screaming at you both.

“I’M GOING TO GET YOU BOTH!! I SWEAR IT!!”

Neither of you paid him anymore mind though as you and Tokoyami made your ways back into the semi-safety of the school building. Both of you were panting after such a brisk run, but you started to laugh a little bit as you leaned against the wall.

Not noticing Tokoyami looking right at you, his red eyes still wide as he stood stunned, almost marveled and in disbelief. You looked like a heroine in his eyes as he blushed warmly at the sound of your laughter. Such mirthful laughter sounded like a sweet melody to him. You saved him… why did you save him?

“Hey… are you okay…?”

He was so distracted he didn’t even hear you speaking until you waved your hand in front of his eyes. “Hello…? Are you all right?” You sounded gentle, yet concerned and confused especially since the poor thing got sick from whatever it was those assholes did.

Tokoyami finally noticed that you were talking to him, you were talking to him. “I…” He couldn’t quite muster up a sentence though, so he could only timidly nod at your question. “Good… do you need to go to the nurse’s office?” You asked again though, but Tokoyami shook his head.

“ ‘m fine…” He said rather quietly, voice full of trepidation as he averted his eyes shyly.

“W-Why did you… w-why did you do that…?” Finally, he found it in him to ask you a real question, which surprised you since you hadn’t ever really heard him talk before.

“Help? I had to… I don’t know what they were doing but I couldn’t just let them hurt you.” You gave your answer, pretty simply too as if it were obvious. And it was to you, there was no way you could let that happen and not do anything.

However, Tokoyami was still surprised that someone, anyone, would even bother to help him at all. After all, he was just a creep and a weirdo.

“But… I… I-I’m a freak… aren’t I…? Just… some weirdo…” He quietly said, tearing up slightly when he repeated all the things almost all the kids he’s ever met in his life called him. You could see how sad the poor guy was though, so you wiped a tear from his eye and he perked up with a light little gasp, his face growing hot at the unfamiliar touch.

“Don’t show them your tears. We’re all freaks. We all have powers… I’m a bigger weirdo than you…” You smiled with a little giggle, “Anyone who tells you you’re a freak is just a nasty little shit, those boys are nasty little shits and if they think they’re gonna try and be heroes like All-Might they’re as stupid as they are ugly. And they are ugly.” You reassured him kindly despite your language as you flashed him a grin.

“T-Thank you...” He said very shyly, his voice cracking a little bit as you swore you could finally see a little smile from the little crow.

“Anyway I’m (L/N) (Y/N).” Finally you shared your name and gave a little bow, and Tokoyami immediately bowed back, except his bow was lower, more respectful. “I’m Tokoyami Fumikage.” He said in the politest voice you had ever heard from any other fourth grader as you giggled happily, making the boy blush as he looked away shyly. If there’s one thing having a bird head was good for, it was hiding any blush on his face.

‘FUMIKAGE LOVES (Y/N)~!!’

Dark Shadow did nothing to help as he sang that in his head, and the boy immediately grew flustered, “N-No I don’t!” He shouted back at his quirk, outloud as you perked up and looked at him in confusion… now he was REALLY thankful that he had all the feathers…

PRESENT

Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise... No one compares to you but there’s no you, except in my dreams tonight...

Tokoyami’s eyes slowly opened as he escaped dream world but that wasn’t a dream, it was a memory, bitter and yet sweet, just like a dark paradise.

He sighed heavily when it all came back to him, all the bullying, all the torment, and yet here was now. In the prestigious UA Academy, already dubbed one of the stronger students, and he actually made friends. Friends who didn’t judge him based on his appearance, and friends who actually cared about his well-being, amazing friends that he was so happy to have made.

However…

He had to admit that none of them compared to you, as you had gone to UA with him. The two of you remained friends, rather close friends after that day and you freed him from his loneliness. Although Tokoyami had gotten used to solitude and at times preferred it, he made you an exception as the two of you could just be alone together.

Something he considered a personal paradise.

But now that he was awake, he realized that you were not here, you weren’t in his bed as you had been previously. He swore you were just here, you were in bed with him weren’t you?

Tokoyami knew that he shouldn’t have gotten so frantic, but he couldn’t help the rapid beating in his heart as he sucked in a sharp, shallow breath and looked around. He opened his eyes and you weren’t there. Did he dream the whole thing? Did none of that really happen and were you just a figment of his fragile imagination?

If so why did he have to wake up? He didn’t want to wake up anywhere if you couldn’t be on the other side with him. And you weren’t here…

He shook his head as he couldn’t go back to sleep, he wished he could but he couldn’t. All the crow could do was exit his room and go look out the window, clear his head despite the faint tears he tried to fight back. Dammit there was no way that this could ever leave his head…

He hated this, he hated feeling like the same, pathetic little boy he was all those years ago.

The same boy that had to be saved by a kind human being that he wasn’t even sure was real anymore. But then he paused and froze when he heard a familiar voice, a familiar melody.

“Whether near or far… I am always yours… any change in time, we are young again…”

You sang somewhat cheerfully, shaking your hips as you grabbed the small canister of ice-cream and a spoon, “Laaaay us down… we’re in love… lay us down… we’re in love…” Softly you twirled about in your pajamas, not seeing the shocked face of your boyfriend as he slowly walked closer to something he hoped was real…

“Ahhhhh…” You started to hum, but stopped as soon as you finally saw Tokoyami right there, a pink blush coating your cheeks as you couldn’t help but grin widely and nervously. “Oh boy… hee-hee you’re awake… well… good evening handsome~.” Still you kinda flirted with him, but grew a bit confused when you saw his figure slowly slouch as he let out a subtle breath of relief…

So it was all real…

“Good evening.” Feeling somewhat embarrassed for freaking out like that, he reverted back to his polite, ‘edgy’ self as you giggled. You remembered back when he was just a shy little thing and now he was the gloomy prince of darkness, but you fell in love with that, all of him. Of course you had to be the one to ask him out first though, since secretly, Tokoyami was a little bit shy when it came to things like romance even though he was a secret romantic at heart.

“What are you doing awake?” He asked you, a hint of curiosity in his voice as you chuckled sheepishly, shrugging your shoulders. “You know me… it’s hard for me to go to sleep and… I tried to sleep but I just couldn’t…” You sighed a little bit, having had some trouble sleeping since you never did go to bed early, and Tokoyami knew that.

He gave a small sigh as he went over to you, “I can stay up with you.” He offered to you politely, scratching the side of his beak a little bit as you couldn’t help but smile, “Yay~. I’m glad you’re here actually, I don’t like bein’ up all by myself… less I’m gonna be dancing…” You chuckled a little bit and earned a small smile from your boyfriend.

You always knew how to light up a room, like you had lit up the darkness in his life just by being in it. For all his talk about his love of the darkness, you were his break from the darkness by giving him light.

“What about you? What woke you up Fumi?” However, the fact that Tokoyami was awake at the same time you were, didn’t go unnoticed. It was 1 in the morning, and while Tokoyami didn’t exactly go to bed early, as most teenagers didn’t, you were still concerned.

Tokoyami almost froze, the last thing he wanted was for you to ask any questions like that since it honestly still embarrassed him. It’s not like it was even a nightmare or anything, but the memories of those ‘nasty little shits’ from his childhood still haunted him from time to time. How they made him feel, how they treated him, it was something he hadn’t quite let go of yet even though he tried.

But he would never lie to you, he swore to never lie to you when the two of you got together. “I had that dream again. The memories of my childhood.” He admitted lowly, his eyes downcast as you frowned a little bit, eyes narrowing slightly when you recalled those little assholes that you were happy to never see again after they picked on your dear Tokoyami.

You knew it was something Tokoyami didn’t like thinking about, even if something good came out of that memory, parts of it was something that brought out all of the feelings of worthlessness and self-hatred back to him. So you put your arm around him, gently leading him over to the couch, sitting him down as you gently kissed his beak.

He jumped ever so slightly, his red eyes widening as his face burned hot at the little kiss. Even if you and him were dating he would still always blush like a schoolboy every time you kissed him. “Remember what I said? How those boys were all just nasty little shits? Well I stand by that…” You said to him gently, nuzzling up to him and making him blush even darker, but you couldn’t see under the feathers.

“You’re a hero Fumikage… leagues ahead of any of those little shits, and stronger than anyone else I know. To go through all of that, and to be here now… that goes to show that you were always better than them. I always thought so…” Your voice was gentle as you gently hugged him, running a gentle hand through the soft feathers you loved as you felt Tokoyami’s arms slowly engulf you into a soft embrace.

“Thank you (Y/N)… thank you for everything…” Tokoyami whispered to you as he held onto you a little tighter, wanting to feel more of your warmth. It gave him peace during these times as it just reminded him that this wasn’t a dream, and even if it was, he never wanted to wake up from it.

Smiling warmly, you gave his beak another little kiss as you giggled when his feathers floofed up a little bit, no doubt from embarrassment, “C’mon… it’s Friday night. Let’s stay up together love… wanna watch The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina?” You asked as you grabbed the remote, remembering the ice cream you grabbed as Tokoyami couldn’t help but give you a smile.

“Yes I would like that very much.” He said with a very content, relaxed tone as you grinned and turned on the TV but kept it low so you didn’t wake anyone up. Your head on his shoulder as you and Tokoyami gently put his arm around you while the credits played.

I don't wanna wake up from this tonight

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Shouji Mezo X Reader Remember part 9

This part is a little OOC, but whatever.

Yaoyorozu and Todoroki cornered Shouji to get more information on Y/n. He re-told the asthma attacks, how she didn’t want any help, but ended up fainting. Her dorm is by the teachers and she has her own room with a laptop that has websites blocked. With her second chance at life, she might go into biology like her mother.

“I’m pretty sure your theory is right, Todoroki. I think she was experimented on.” Shouji said.

It wasn’t outright said, but with what Aizawa said, this was probably her safest place. She hasn’t tried to escape or anything. Was she escaping from anymore experiments, or was she just isolated. Isolated so she wouldn’t have anyone to talk to. No one to hear “I am here and I am hurt.” Or “save me!”

“How are you feeling?” Aizawa asked.

“Physically a little like shit and emotionally shittier! How could you tell them what I did? Now they’re gonna hate me for committing petty crimes!” Y/n whined. “They’re all wide eye heroes, now they’re gonna be so heart broken their favorite teacher was secretly a thief.”

“They figured out that you were your mother’s child and thought you were taking notes in their quirks. I came clean, and I’m actually a little proud of them for figuring something out so fast.” Aizawa said.

“Yeah but now I’m gonna get bullied!” Y/n yelled.

“They’re not gonna bully you. I heard that Shouji carried you to recovery girl, and he knew your secret.” He tried to make her feel a bit better so she could set up the class review packets.

“I mean, I guess, but that’s just what you’ve taught them.” She complained. “But I was wondering something.”

“What is it?”

“Could I call my parents or siblings or maybe see some of my middle school friends? Or at least go grocery shopping. I’m yearning for some familiarity.” She told him.

“Look at you opening up. I’d have to think about it honestly. This is supposed to be a punishment you know.” Aizawa told her.

He told her he may allow her to arrange something, but everything was going to be monitored, and that if she were to leave she’d need an escort. It turned her off on the idea a bit, not that she was planning something, she just thought it would be lame to have to hangout with her friends and Aizawa. A major reason why he was considering it was because he wanted to be the opposite of the family dynamic she had back at home. The isolation would only make Y/n worse on her development. Sure she could make new friends and adapt to this environment, but he knew how kids were. She didn’t hate it here, but she didn’t like it either. This was a new planet, but with surveillance he can allow bits and pieces to come in and out

The next day Y/n was the first person in the classroom putting packets together. It was boring and she was scared to face her peers, but it had to be done or she’d never move on. She was grateful for Shouji telling her that everyone knew, instead of being surprised by it.

“So you really are a criminal.” Butt-u-go said to her. “If you ever commit a crime again while I’m a hero I will take you down.”

“I’m gonna jay walk right in front of you just to kick your ass, other than that I have no plans to commit any more crimes.” She told him.

“How can you be so sure?” He growled.

“My old group hasn’t tried to find me at all. It’s like they forgot about me.” Y/n whined.

“Ha, loser. They all probably forgot about you.”

“Oh shut up diarrhea hands!” Y/n yelled at him.

“Y/n, were you only pretending not to recognize me?” Momo asked. “Was that part of the plan?”

“I remembered your name, but honestly I’m not so good with faces. Didn’t we last see each other like ten years ago?”

“Yeah, we were seated at the same table.”

“That sounds familiar.”

Not the familiarity she was looking for, whatever Momo seemed happy to see Y/n for whatever reason. Maybe it was familiarity for her. More students had questions for her regarding her true identity, and they promised they wouldn’t treat her any differently because everyone makes mistakes. Aizawa soon came in and class started. Today they were gonna train outside. Aizawa told Y/n he wanted her to teach them hand to hand combat. The rules were simple, practice hand to hand combat. Mineta was absent so with Y/n it was an even number.

“Y/n will give you guys some pointers, do you want to pick a volunteer?” Aizawa said.

Aizawa did have Y/n review her combat skills with him and figured there was a benefit for her to actually teach some of them. She probably learned the latest fighting styles of criminals and any tricks that were coming out to use against heroes. A 15 year old may not be the fastest and best way to combat new villains, but its a start.

“You know I always pick on Butt-U-go, does anyone else wanna try?” She said.

“Sounds like you’re scared!” Bakugo yelled.

“Iida lets fight.”

“I accept your challenge!”

“Okay so when fighting one on one you need to address your weaknesses, I don’t know yours, but I bet one is your head.” She told Iida as the others began training. Y/n took Iida’s wrists. “Make sure that your arms aren’t locked until you have you to defend yourself…”

She continued tactics that she learned when she was in training. Sure she still needed some, but her perspective brought a fresh light on their training, and they needed it.

“Now try and hit me.”

Shouji heard that sentence and let his hand watch. Iida pulled his fist back and then tried to release a blow. Y/n grabbed his wrist and pulled it around his torso and got behind him. She put her other hand by his neck to make it seem like a hostage situation. She then went to correct his form and they went again. Shouji was sure that he was going to be picked to be her partner, and yet… Why did he care?

“Iida you have more limbs that just your legs you gotta punch better.” Y/n told him.

“I have nerve damage-“

“Wait seriously?”

“Yeah, I was-“

“When you’re up against someone who wants to kill you and your legs are all stalled out, they don’t know you have nerve damage, at least pretend you don’t to still scare them, that’s like your greatest strength is the unknown you have about yourself. That’s how I almost kicked Aizawa’s ass.”

What? How in the hell did this 15 year old, loud mouth, go hand to hand with Eraserhead. Okay they knew, but still, sure Aizawa told them but it was weird hearing it from her. It’s a hero’s job to capture criminals, not kill. He didn’t know what L/n’s intentions were. Still when the USJ attack happened he was well equipped when versing a majority of criminals. Was it because she didn’t rely on her quirk that shocked him.

“You have a lot of depth for this topic.”

“Well now you know, I’m a minor to reform.” She said. “By the way I’m sorry about your brother.”

“I know you have nothing to do with Stain.” He told her. “I just have a hard time understanding why you did commit crime.”

“If you think my mind set was, hey I’m gonna start trouble today, you’re wrong. It was at first helping someone.” She told Iida as she resumed the training by throwing a punch at him. He blocked it, but her second fist was the real blow as it stopped before she hit him in the nose. “I thought I could do anything for my friend.”

Iida had already heard she sacrificed herself which was why she was here.

“Even if you knew what your friend was doing wrong?” Iida asked jumping back to give them some distance to recalculate.

“I’m still learning my moral compass, but like hell I’ll let the stiff law be it.” She pretended to punch him.

He thought he knew the move she was doing. Another side punch to the face, but instead she hopped and lifted her leg to the other side of his face. She was good at diversions. While he turned his head to focus on her fist, he would have been kicked in the back of the head. But she didn’t hit him, she brought her leg back when she landed.

“You know in one of these situations, you could just push me down. You might get grazed, but you don’t have to be so defensive.” She told him.

“I have to say, you’re quite good at multitasking. You can carry a conversation and spar at the same time.” Iida told her.

“...thank you.” It took her a minute not to think of a response that either made wouldn’t make her gloat or wasn’t sassy. “I’m sure you’ll get out of your straight and narrow mind to get like that.”

She can try.

“That can’t be too much of a bad thing!”

“I’m teasing, hero bloodline.”

She gave advice to a few more students. She was able to surprise them with her tactics. Though she didn’t see them fight as much, she learned a lot by watching them all in class. The class learned they didn't watch her that well, or that she did have something to offer. Her bored face and weird phrases didn’t give them anything about her fighting style. Sure Iida had engine legs, but his reactions weren’t fast enough for someone he still underestimated. Someone who couldn’t fight with their quirk, who got caught, who never had proper training was still able to fight them well enough to surprise them. If able to use their quirk, no doubt they could fight her and win, but that’s not the purpose of the training. Someone like the head of the league of villains could touch them and their bodies would shrivel up to dust. Being too rash could result in death.

“So you got a rival, Iida?” Y/n asked.

“There is someone I thought I looked down on, but he’s grown past me now-“

“It’s beefcake isn’t it.” Y/n said.

“Hey you didn’t let me finish.”

“I can’t wait forever for you to get to the point!” Y/n whined. “God all you guys hate on beefcake.”

“I don’t hate him! I just hate how poorly I misjudged someone.” Iida said. “He’s my friend, an ally.”

“I mean, okay.” She didn’t totally understand his reasoning, but she wasn’t gonna think long on it.

“You’ve kinda locked on him yourself.” Iida told her.

“I worry for him. He’s a sweet kid.”

“He’s our age.”

“Okay but we all pretended I was older so…”

“Hey! Pencil pusher, why didn’t you pick on me for training? You scared?” Bakugou yelled.

“I don’t want you to fart on me, god!” Y/n yelled back.

The class went back to the room for a head count and waited to be released from school to the dorms. Y/n sat next to Aizawa. The phone rang.

“Class 1-A, teaching aid speaking.” Y/n said.

“(Last name) your father has called. If you want to take it, come to the front office. The phone call will be recorded and listened to.” The sectary told her.

“Oh my god really- Aizawa you wouldn’t believe it! I have a phone call at the front office, I’m practically the president of coolest person here.” Y/n said.

“You may go.”

“I don’t know where it is.” Y/n told him.

“Kirishima, you wanna help (last name) to the front office?” Aizawa asked.

“Sure!”

“I’ll be there soon, tell my father!” Y/n told the phone.

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