#or LMAO at a hero gala bakugo is right there

[theloveinc]

See, I don’t think Shindo would be all that cocky to you specifically in a relationship. I think he’d be an entirely normal, nice boyfriend until something happened, say: you get hit on when you’re out, he runs into competitor, someone is mean to you... 

THEN he’s turning into the cocky bastard that we know and love, and it’s both exciting and... kind of a nightmare LOL.  

[shotorozu]

shouto childhood besties to pining idiots to lovers...

starts from being neighbors with shoto and snuck into his room and they started hanging out, got to ua where they started to mature and started to develop feelings... then to adults where reader accidentally drank too much with bestie bakugo in some hero gala and confessed to shoto in public

she wakes up the next morning in an unfamiliar bed with a mop of red and white hair laying on her stomach

being childhood besties -> pining idiots -> lovers w/ shouto

note(s): suggestive?? nothing extreme. she/her reader, reader wore makeup at said gala, bakugou’s nickname for reader is idiot mcgee?? lmao. aged up because drinking and getting drunk at a hero gala 🤩 just to align with what anon said, planned on answering this sooner— but i ended up allowing my ideas and thoughts to marinate, so now we have a scenario 🤩

(this is actually longer than i’ve expected whoops 😭 anyways, consider this as part one of my 6k milestone celebration. will be posting more stuff later 🤩👍‼️)

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shouto’s five years old when he first meets you.

over the fence is a small, jumping figure— a child, his ‘neighbors’ to be exact. well.. he could hardly say neighbor. he knows nothing about them, except for the fact that his father only demanded that he’d ignore them. never speak to them. and that they’re irrelevant.

but it was getting harder to ignore your presence, and he could actually feel a pair of eyes on him. he makes eye contact with you— and his eyes meet curiosity.

he should ignore you, if he didn’t want something regrettable to happen. but something in him says to do the exact opposite, and that he won’t regret it.

his hunch was right.

after plenty of exchanged stares— through the fence, and mid-jump, you managed to squeak out some sort of verbal greeting. you called out to him, and addressed him as your “sorta neighbor”

(shouto’s startled— talking to someone his age, was something he didn’t expect for the day.)

a nickname of such held no sentimental importance, and it shouldn’t have stuck to him for years, but it did. maybe it’s because you addressed him as your sorta neighbor.

and not a single word about his dad was said.

he was reluctant in speaking to you so out in the open, yet you hung over the fence, and spoke to him about the familiar so casually, and with friendliness, and enthusiasm that puzzled him.

so when you disappeared behind the other side of the fence, when his father walked into the yard, a part of him was hoping that there’d be a time where he sees the curious neighbor that’s his age again.

he saw you again shortly after, and the two of you talked for much longer.

and eventually, you started hanging out with each other in more ways— that didn’t involve you hanging over his fence. you were growing, just like him, so time would come where the fence wouldn’t be able to hold your weight.

so, you started sneaking in his room— which, was a shock at first, but is now a norm.

“w—what?” shouto sputters in shock, when he finds you lounging on his futon like it’s nothing. “how— what? you’ll get in trouble—”

“honestly? what your dad doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”

and the two of you continued to talk, and familiarize yourselves with each other’s presence— even when shouto’s appearance, and personality made a change after that happened.

it was hard, trying to understand shouto during these time periods. silence was a norm, and while you never gave up on him— a part of you just wished you knew what he was thinking, and what exactly made him allow you to be around him.

(in reality, endeavor didn’t allow you to be around him, but what shouto didn’t know at the time— was that you fought for him, and you didn’t know that shouto fought for you too, just for you to keep being around him.

and he did plan on shutting you out, at first. but he later found out that it was quite difficult— to try and keep someone as warm full of persistence like you— at arm’s length.)

the wonder went both way, and shouto found himself asking about your insistence in being his friend, even if he didn’t seem as enthusiastic as you.

“because no one deserves to be alone, not even the batshit type of people, and no matter how desperate someone is in achieving something, like.. being a top hero.”

it might’ve not looked like it at first, but shouto wanted to hear that

sooner or later, the two of you enrolled into the same hero school, and coincidentally got into the same class.

then, you saw shouto free himself of a decade of resentment, connect with his left side, create a new bond with his schoolmates, and of course— get into the process of strengthening his friendship with you, with an amount of enthusiasm that made you jittering in excitement.

due to the many hardships your class has faced during attacks, and training— the two of you were maturing at an impressive rate, and before he knew it, his heart was singed with an unfamiliar feeling, one he’d refer to as love.

shouto doesn’t remember when the feeling first appeared— but he really looked at the feeling right in the eye, and realized it, after he took a long look at you during one late night conversation.

and when you laughed at something he said— he felt something different.

he feared that a feeling like that could hurt him, just like the last time he allowed himself to experience it. yet, it’s also a feeling that’s way out of his control.

(and that used to scare him, but knowing that he felt this way towards you gave him comfort. it’s a scary thought, but not so scary if it’s you.)

but this begs the question— did you know? was it reciprocated? could you two be dating right now, if he mustered up the courage to say something? will these feelings ever stop blooming in his heart?

he isn’t sure about the first three, but he knows he definitely won’t stop loving you.

he doesn’t have to, but he does a lot of things for you— not just because he’s your childhood best friend, which would deem him to be slightly obligated to something, but because he wants to.

like slipping cute little animal drawings into your pocket, awarding you with your favorite snacks and drinks when you agree to some trivial opinion of his, helping you fix your hair and clothes, remembering a minor detail from a late night conversation the two of you had months ago, dance at the crack of dawn because you woke him up, and the purchase a few new cozy, and warm jackets.

even when he knows he doesn’t need a jacket to stay warm, but these jackets are more so for your personal use, especially when you came over to his room one day, and found yourself chilly.

you really just wanted to wear something of his.

and he especially doesn’t have to scoop up your shoes, and carry you in his arms— after you get drunk at a hero gala after drinking with bakugou of all people.

(but you didn’t just get a little drunk that night.)

before he scooped you into his arms, and took you home— you also got an award, for the lowest property damage.

he’s proud of you— proud is an understatement. not just as your former classmate, and fellow coworker, but as your childhood friend.

and admirer

he knew that you were going to be at the receiving end of that award, but what he didn’t know— is what you’d say during your acceptance speech, which was.. a little altered, due to your intoxication.

shouto eyes bakugou, looking a little displeased with the blond. why did bakugou allow you to drink again? why was Y/N even drinking with bakugou? “bakugou, do you think she drank too much?”

“tch, they were shots, icyhot. thanks f’being concerned about idiot mcgee, but idiot rarely drinks. she was clumsy with some of her words, yeah— but her speech overall? wasn’t too shabby!”

“but why did you allow her to drink?”

it’s bakugou’s turn to eye him, “that’s somethin’ idiot mcgee will have to tell you. not me.”

before he could ask, your voice turns shouto’s attention back to you, “—and thank you so, so much for this award,” you wet your lips, as you try to find the next words you want to say.

(shouto tries not to focus on the shine of your lips— which he can see, even from where he’s sitting.)

“‘nd also thank you— to shouto,” shouto sits up straight upon hearing his own name, and his stomach bubbles with anticipation, wanting to know what you planned on telling him— or saying about him.

“to shouto! for.. y’know. just ‘cause. i’d have to tell him later— what he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.” you grin, when the audience chuckles at the last part.

that left him wondering even more.

so he asks you about it, when he finally decides to scoop up your very uncomfortable formal shoes, carry you in his arms, and take you to his apartment— the place that’s closer to the venue, before you get too intoxicated.

(and also so he could find out about what you were going to say on stage.)

“congratulations on your award,” he says, after wiping off your makeup with a wash cloth and some face wash of his. he smiles down at you, when he lays you onto his futon, and it’s nothing entirely new— the image of you in his room, on his bed.

yet, he knows that something’s indeed different. maybe it’s because he has a place of his own now, which makes things simply different. or maybe it’s because of.. something else. feelings, perhaps.

(he fights down a furious blush.)

“thanks,” you reach up, and fluff his hair. this time, shouto allows himself to lean, and sigh contently into your touch.

he then swallows, preparing to ask this next part, “what were you going to say? during your acceptance speech?” he says, as he walks around his room to find some clothes you can change into, even if it has to be some big shirt of his.

“hnh,” you mumble, just before you reveal an absolute surprise, “that i love you.”

shouto stops in place for a second, and it feels as if his heart fell down to his stomach. he stammers, feeling just as shocked as he probably looked right now. he walks towards his futon, and in your direction— wanting to get some sort of elaboration.

“w—what?”

you giggle, and nod— eyes a little droopy. “mhm, i love yooou. as in, i wouldn’t b’ mad if i made out w’ you, love.”

shouto goes red at the implications, but he allows you— and wants you to continue anyway.

“‘re my bestie.. since we were ‘lil children, and livin’ with our classmates” you reach up, and start combing your fingers through his hair, admiring how red mixes with white. “but i don’ wan’ you t’ just be my bestie. i— i wanna y’ to be mine, and i *hic* wanna b’ yours.”

“‘jus’ wanna look so pretty f’ you always. ‘nd make y’ happy, ‘nd have y’ all myself. but— i’on know if you feel t’ same, shouto. ‘s why i drank with angry man. i thought— i’d forget ‘bout it for a bit, but t’was hard since ‘re too handsome. plus, you’re too good t’ me. way more than i deserve. ask sober me this, and i’ll definitely say the same thing. definitely.”

shouto’s expression softens at that. you’re way too good to me, he thinks. you’ve been incredibly patient with him this entire time, and meeting you was like taking a big gulp of air for the first time— after drowning for years.

with his heart playing a staccato beat, he closes up some distance.

“i— i love you. i have, always.” his fingertips suddenly itch to pull you closer, and he can feel himself tearing up. is he really about to cry right now? “it’s impossible to not feel the same. if you hadn’t jumped over my fence that day when we were 5 years old, i—”

before he could finish that sentence, you pull him down by the collar, and press your lips against his. you taste, and smell like alcohol. it’s nearly overbearing— yet, shouto takes it all the same regardless.

when shouto open his eyes after you pull away, the first thing he sees is your flustered expression. if he didn’t know any better, he would’ve guessed you sobered up, and had some regrets about what you’ve said— what transpired.

(you did sober up, but definitely not with regret.)

“we coulda dated this entire time,” you pout, “and i coulda kissed you— ‘nd given you what you deserve too. all this time, ugh...”

shouto chuckles, before rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand, “rightfully, you are what i deserve. and, we do have a lot of chances to make up for the lost time,”

“—but that’d have to wait until morning, love. it’d be.. improper to have my way with you as i’d like, when you’ve had a lot to drink.”

“i—” a second passes, and you fall silent. then, you sigh, and you look as if you accept that. “m’kay. just.. c’mere, love.”

and he rightfully obliges. he presses one last kiss against your lips— it’s chaste, but intense enough to make his lips tingle. he positions himself, so he’s laying his head on your stomach.

seconds before you succumb to slumber, you manage to whisper out, “promise me— you’ll kis’ me more later, ‘kay?”

“mhm. i promise. i love you.”

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a few hours later, it’s the pounding of your headache that wakes you up— in an seemingly unfamiliar bed that isn’t yours

oddly enough, your headache is what made you you remember everything that happened, and who’s bed— no, futon, you’re currently in.

drinking with bakugou, drinking more than what you could take, what you said on stage— in front of an audience, being cradled back home, your makeup being removed with a wash cloth, and how you basically exposed your undying crush to your best friend— who you’ve always had a crush on.

feeling a weight on your stomach, you look down and see a mop of familiar red and white hair.

you yelp, and you shortly come to a realization that it’s shouto that’s laying down on you, pressing his face onto your stomach, and wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

you stare at his sleeping, peaceful form, feeling simply embarrassed. however, the only thing you’re really embarrassed about, is how shouto saw you like that— so disorganized, intoxicated, with your speech all slurred, and so intensely shameless about your choice of words.

your cheeks immediately heat up, when you realize that shouto woke up due to your yelp, and is now staring at you with those heterochromatic eyes.

you’re stammering now, trying to think of what to say— you don’t regret what you’ve said, as it is the truth, but how he’s looking at you right now, so intensively and raw with a feeling you’d hope to be adoration— makes your heart stutter.

you try to turn your head, because you suddenly feel incredibly scrutinized under shouto’s steely-cerulean gaze, but he reaches up, and gently turns your head back into his direction.

you groan, and the corner of his lips turn up into a small smile. is that smugness you sense?

“i love you,” he suddenly says

and to which, your cheeks go warm, “i love you too, shouto.”

you gain even more recollection of last night, “i had no filter yesterday,” you recall, and embarrassment suddenly floods you whole. “completely shameless, and i acted like a fool too.”

he shakes his head, and lets out a sound of disagreement, “you had quite a lot to say.” he remarks.

“hopefully good things,” you mumble, combing your fingers through his hair— just like how you did a few hours ago.

“yes, you did say good things,” he leans closer— impossibly closer than he already is, “as i remember, you said something along the lines of “not being mad if we made out” perhaps?”

you groan again. how dare he remember that, and how dare he say that with that tone. but, it didn’t sound like a bad idea— nope, not in the slightest.

but you do have morning breath, “ugh, i did— and curse you for remembering. hope i didn’t scare you off yet, mister. with me and my morning breath.”

he shakes his head. such a thing as morning breath— is also nothing new, and even if it was new, it’s a trivial concern in this moment. “mmm.. no, not at all.” he reaches up, presses his lips just by your ear, and says,

“as i do believe i have a promise to fulfill— a promise about kissing you later.”

a wave of heat rushes through your face again, and you managed to squeeze in a reply of your own, despite his proximity, and intensity. “which— which is technically now.”

“yeah,” he presses a kiss against your ear, “it is now.” and then on the junction of your jaw, your cheek, and finally— your lips.

and so he did just that. fulfilling your promise by kissing you on the lips thoroughly, and having his fill of you— until the only thing you two could think about, and feel, was each other.

(but it wasn’t like you two weren’t doing that already.)

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