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hydrangeapartridge · 3 years ago

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Chocolate kisses and Catpuccinos

A Shinso x reader fanfiction (complete fic in 4 chapters)

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Tags: Coffe shop/cat café AU, Shinso x reader, accident prone reader, Pro Hero Shinso, fluff, slow burn, mutual pining, clumsy reader

Word count: 5k+ (fic total : 30k+)

Summary:

There is this man who often comes to your café. A particular customer who gives you a sense of ‘déjà-vu’. He always orders plain black coffee; no sugar, no extra syrup or topping. He then silently enjoys his drink for around half an hour, observing, and occasionally petting the cats.

His hair always looks kind of messy, untamed lavender curls that you think are maybe dyed? You often find your eyes drawn to his slim silhouette but try not to stare at him too much, not wanting to be rude. But he definitely looks familiar...

- - -

In which you are an accident prone-waitress in a cat café where Pro Hero MindJack (aka Shinso Hitoshi) likes to spend time. How will your relationship evolve through the four seasons of one year?

Author’s word: I am currently undergoing a MHA obsession, and after Bakugou, I wanted to write about Shinso. This boy is adorable and deserves more love... and also, a coffee shop/cat café AU no one asked for!! It's a light story, meant to be cute, and to satisfy my inner teeange girl with a bit of a shojo manga atmosphere.

The fic will be 4 chapters long, one for each season of the year and the rating will go up in later chapters

Chapter 1: Spring

(chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4)

SPRING

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming

On the way to work that morning, you’re considering your hypothesis about this man again. Maybe he’s famous? A rockstar? A model? He could be; you find he’s charming in an unusual way. The ‘cool’ type of handsome some would say. He somehow reminds you of emo singers you used to crush on when you were younger. Watching the way his long eyelashes accentuate the shadows under his eyes satisfies your inner teenage girl.

There is this man who often comes to your café. A particular customer who gives you a sense of ‘déjà-vu’. He always orders plain black coffee. No sugar, no extra syrup or topping. He then silently enjoys his drink for around half an hour, observing, and occasionally petting the cats.

Have you met him when his hair was a different color? An old classmate? Plausible; he doesn’t look much older than you do.

You’re ticked that you can’t pinpoint where you’ve seen him before. Is he a retail worker from one of your favorite shopping places? Not impossible, since he always drops by the café very early or very late. But that’s not quite it.

You almost got ran over.

Lost in your thoughts, you walk on autopilot. Despite the bips of the pedestrian light that starts flashing, you cross the large street, like you do everyday. Alone this time.

The loud honking of a car finally brings you back to reality but it’s too late. You don’t even have time to brace for the impact. Your last thoughts are that you’ll never get your answer about the lavender haired man.

The impact you expected never comes. In the blink of an eye you find yourself looking at the crossing from above, upside down, the sudden lift and position making you dizzy. Your stomach is in your throat; you’re manhandled by something that has you traveling across in the air, unnaturally so. When you’re finally put back down on the ground, your legs are all wobbly and your heart is ponding in your chest. It takes you a second to orientate yourself and find you’re standing on the concrete of the sidewalk, as if you never crossed the street in the first place. Something around you prevents you from falling as you regain your balance. You look down and find what saved you: large white ribbons wrapped tightly around your torso. The second you realize your situation, you’re released from the ribbon’s hold. You take a deep breath, eyes scanning your surroundings as you difficultly wrap your mind around what just happened.

A shiver runs down your spine and you jump, startled when a tall figure approaches you.

“Are you ok?”

Your legs give out under you and he’s quick to catch you. In the safety of his arms, you lose consciousness.

Purple eyes, lavender hair. Even with the mask covering the lower part of his face, you recognize the customer that occupied your mind enough to have you almost killed. That customer who was indeed a celebrity all along; Pro Hero MindJack. It’s his patrol area.

In the aftershock you realize you have trouble speaking, words coming out not quite in the right order as you try to tell him that you’re fine; or at least physically uninjured.

MindJack nods and then slowly comes closer; careful. In his hand you spot a sandal that looks just like the comfortable leather ones you love so much. Only then do you notice you’re missing a shoe, and are incidentally hyperventilating.

- - -

You get a day off from work. You regain consciousness in the ambulance and once you’ve drank a little bit of orange juice, the paramedics give you a checkup to make sure you suffered no hidden injuries. Policemen then accompany you back home. The whole process feels blurry and you soon find yourself in the silence of your apartment, where your cat nestles itself in your lap, purring as you mindlessly caress her.

You could have never come back to her.

That night, you struggle to find sleep.

“Thank God you’re okay!” Haru, your bubbly colleague arrives before you open the shop and brings you into a warm embrace. “Seriously, you should have come to my place. Staying alone after that kind of incident is no good” She scolds you but her tone is relieved.

On the following day you are extra careful while crossing the streets to work.

The smell of fresh coffee beans envelops you in a reassuring cocoon when you enter your cat café. Your shoulders finally relax as you fall into your easy routine, like nothing of importance happened the previous day; work a welcomed distraction.

“I’m fine Haru. But thank you for your texts” You force a smile; try not to show the events of the previous day have shaken you quite a bit. But it’s nice to know there’s someone who cares; a friend that is there for you.

Life goes on and after a little chat about lighter matters, as well as generous pets to all your feline lodgers, you open the café.

- - -

The next time you see MindJack, he’s sitting at one of the tables; a cat already nestled on his lap. It’s Yuki, the snow white fluffy cat Haru found dirty and starving in the street the previous week. She’s extremely friendly; you’re sure she’ll get adopted very soon.

Haru took his order: a large black coffee. You prepare it and gather up your courage to bring it to his table.

“Careful there” He simply tells you in the most neutral of tones, and you barely have time to thank him before he’s taking his coffee mug from the tray and turns back to place it on the table in front of himself.

As you approach, Yuki jumps from MindJack’s knees and comes between your legs to rub herself onto them while you walk. You try your best to avoid her and keep walking but like most cats, she just has this talent of putting herself just in front of your legs. You don’t want to inadvertently kick her so you try to make a side step, but you trip over your own foot and start losing your balance.

As you feel yourself dangerously lean forward, you clutch the serving tray in your hands, your knuckles going white. There’s no way you’re spilling coffee onto a customer (again). Especially not a celebrity.

In a fraction of second MinJack is up and his hand on your shoulder puts you back on your two feet while his second hand grabs the tray and keeps it steady.

“Ah no, take your time, enjoy your coffee” You blurt out while shaking one hand. “I-“

Yuki, now that she’s made you look like a fool, treacherously jumps back onto his lap, and you glare at her cute little face as she stares at you. She soon starts slowly kneading onto the hero’s pants, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

MindJack takes a sip from his steaming coffee, and then raises a questioning eyebrow at you, probably wondering why you’re still standing beside his table. He decided to go for his wallet.

You place your tray in front of you, like a shield to hide your embarrassment.

“Thank you for saving me the other day,… Sir” You stammer, not too loudly so the other customers won’t hear.

MindJack’s deep eyes widen and while he’s still holding his cup in one hand, the other goes to rub the back of his neck, almost bashfully. It’s a contrast to the mysterious and cool vibe he gives out in full gear. It makes him less intimidating.

“It’s nothing really. I was just doing my job” He takes his time between his sentences you notice; like he’s always pondering what to say before actually saying it, trying to choose the best words and course of action. “’Sir’ feels a little bit too formal. You can call me Shinso” His deep voice is so steady and his sentences well-constructed, so far away from the hectic string of nonsense that usually escapes your mouth before you even have time to think about it.

“Oh, okay. That’s … okay” You’re a little flustered. It’s not often you make casual conversation with a Pro-Hero. Especially one who saved your life.

You’re distracted by Yuki who makes herself comfortable on his knees. He’s probably a cat person, given how often he comes by, and how the cats easily approach him. You notice how big his hands are when he strokes Yuki’s fur. Hands he uses to handle weapons that restrain villains and save innocents. They look big circling his cup too; they’re probably almost twice the size of yours.

There’s a messenger bag next to him, and you wonder if it contains any confidential files, or if its content is no different from what a normal person carries. In his casual clothes, he admittedly doesn’t give out the hero vibe. Or the important person vibe. There’s an aura of controlled informality around him; that makes him seem laid back, but inapproachable at the same time. Maybe it has to do with his seemingly bored expression and tired violet eyes. He doesn’t look ordinary, yet he doesn’t look extraordinary.

You realize a bit late that you’re kind of rudely staring at him like he’s some sort of surrealist apparition.

- - -

“I-If you need anything, just don’t hesitate” You don’t give him time to add anything as you storm back to the kitchen, your heart ponding in your chest.

You probably made a fool of yourself but at least you’re happy that you got to properly thank him.

Despite being old, your little cat, Cathy, is still agile and also mischievous. The little minx escaped your vigilance, jumping from your second floor apartment’s window while you did your weekly cleaning. You were alerted by her distinctive raucous meowing and went outside to find her stuck on the branch of an old oak tree in the nearby park. How she even got up there with her old sore joints is beyond you, but the problem is you can’t catch her; the branch too high for you to reach. You even bring your kitchen’s footstool to try and reach higher but it’s no use, you are decidedly too short. You get on your tiptoes even if it doesn’t help, and Cathy meows louder, begging you for help, or maybe scolding you for your uselessness.

“Come on Cathy. Come; jump in mommy’s arms” You try to coax her into climbing down but you cat resolutely stays on her branch, claws sinking into the wood.

You patiently wait for your cat to relax, cooing and softly calling her, but at one point, you hear a loud cracking noise. Startled, Cathy jumps onto a nearby branch as the one she was standing on starts to move. You see the wood suddenly splitting and without a warning, the branch falls.

Who’s going to take care of Cathy?

The problem is you are standing on your footstool just under it. Caught off guard by the sudden branch drop, you lose your balance and start falling backwards. Time seems to slow down as you see the large branch come dangerously closer to your face. You close your eyes, ready for the impact on both your back and your face.

You’re going to finish squashed between the branch and the ground.

You’re at least relieved to find you feel no pain from your unfortunate fall. There’s even a familiar sensation of security, of tightness on your upper body. A feeling of déjà-vu brings you back to your senses and you realize that you are lying on the ground, unharmed. The branch is a few feet away and your ears catch the sound of fabric ruffling. You look up, eyes squinting under the sun of the warm spring afternoon and find two violet eyes staring down at you.

“Are you ok?” MindJack asks, repeating the same words from earlier this week.

You nod, feeling a bit lost. Looks like he saved you again.

“It’s the second time in a week that you find yourself in trouble. Be careful.” He states, echoing your thoughts. “Can you stand up?” He asks but still helps you to your feet.

“I was… my cat…” You struggle to catch up to what you were doing. Your hero’s large protective hand on your shoulder is quite distracting. So are his deep purple eyes assessing you for any injury.

“Cathy” You breathe, relieved, nuzzling into her soft fur. It seems like she’s had enough of being outside, because she doesn’t try to get away, instead pressing further against you.

Seemingly satisfied to find you unharmed, he turns his attention back to the tree. It’s only then that you notice Cathy is still meowing.

MindJack careful scoops her into his arms. Being much taller than you, it’s easy for him. He then carefully places your cat into your waiting arms, and to feel her petit form against you eases the strong emotions inside your chest.

“Cathy?” MindJack repeats, probably disturbed by the very human sounding name. People often were.

“Yes, Cathy the cat” You automatically reply, like it’s obvious, and even though you can’t see his mouth because of his facemask, you find his eyes imperceptibly crinkle with the hint of a smile.

“You should get Cathy inside… and get some rest” His tall figure encourages you back inside, and once he’s made sure you’re securely locked into your apartment, with no risk of bringing anymore trouble to yourself or your cat, he leaves.

- - -

MindJack… No, Shinso, comes for coffee more often than before.

Instead of just making a quick appearance very early or very late, after or before his work you suppose, he sometimes ends up spending the entire afternoon at the café, reading while petting one of the cats. He attracts them, that’s for sure. Maybe it’s because of his calm demeanor?

From time to time, the way the cats favor him earns him jealous looks from rowdy children who desperately want to pet the cats but scare them away with their loud noises and large movements.

Today, the cat that got his favor is Lune, a slender male Carthusian whose dark grey fur almost looks bluish, and with intriguing mismatched eyes. Lune is standing on the Shinso’s table, alternating between curiously sniffing the almost empty coffee cup, and bumping Shinso’s hand for a pet.

“Sorry I got distracted” You feel the tips of your ears grow hot when Haru answers that “Yeah I’ve seen that”

You observe from behind the register’s counter as the lavender haired man absentmindedly pets the cat with one hand, the other holding what you think is a horror story book.

“You’re staring” Haru’s comment makes you jump, and caught in the act, you automatically try to occupy your hands with anything. You settle on rubbing the already pristine counter clean with your tea towel.

“Yes. You enjoy his work?” He asks and you feel a bit out of the conversation since you don’t really read those types of novels. You busy yourself with cleaning the shining counter, just so you can eavesdrop on the conversation.

While Haru teases you, Shinso has gotten up. He’s walking towards you and soon leans onto the counter, his jacket on, ready to leave.

Haru is quick to register the different drinks he had during the course of the afternoon. And since she doesn’t struggle as much as you do with the machine, she’s able to multitask and asks Shinso: “That book you were reading, it’s the new Stephen King?”

“I didn’t get to read it yet but-“ Haru stops dead in her tracks as her eyes fall onto an older customer at the back of the café who’s offering cake to one of the cats. “Take over for me” She asks you before she leaves the counter and storms toward the lady.

“Hey! No feeding the cats” Her loud harsh tone makes you wince. The customer probably won’t like it.

You throw Shinso an apologetic smile and take the cash he’s handing you to pay for his drinks. His eyes on you make you a little bit uncomfortable. You’re not as good as Haru with multitasking.

“Do you like horror stories?” He asks you casually and your head snaps up from the register.

“Huh? … Not really…” You answer truthfully but almost apologetically. You wish you had something in common to share with him. “Horror stories make me really scared. So much that when I’m alone at home I can’t close my eyes without thinking there’s some kind of monster under my bed or something lurking in the dark”

Shinso seems disappointed. He probably would have preferred to continue his conversation with Haru than to be stuck with boring old you.

“Here’s your change” You open your palm to let the coins fall into Shinso’s upturned one. Two of them tumble just fine but the third one stays stuck onto your skin. Your curse under your breath, wildly shaking your hand to try and get the coin to drop while a very circumspect Shinso watches you.

“Are you… ok?” His head is tilted to the side, trying to understand the strange display of hand shaking taking place just under his eyes.

“It’s nothing” You reassure him as best you can while simultaneously shaking your wrist hard. “Just my damn quirk”

You stop moving your sore hand and take a long breath, concentrating instead of getting all flustered. It usually works best if you focus. Soon the coin falls onto the wood of the counter, rolling on its edge before flatly crashing onto the floor. Shinso picks it up and eyes it suspiciously, like it holds the secret to some kind of magic trick.

“My skin is highly rich in iron, with low magnetic properties” You explain your quirk to him. “I can’t quite control it and sometimes when it activates, I attract metals that are really close by”

To you it’s a pain really. It’s not even useful. Not like Shinso’s incredible quirk. But it’s fine. You never aspired to become a Pro Hero; you’re fine working in your little café, surrounded by cats… and nice customers.

Shinso nods to your explanation. “So it only works on objects with a metal component?”

His interest for your quirk surprises you, but you silently nod in validation. Maybe he’s just polite enough to make small talk with you.

Suddenly, you hear the sound of vibrations and Shinso takes his phone out of his pocket, intently looking at the screen. “I’ve got to go. Good day to you” He politely excuses himself and you watch him leave, wondering what kind of disaster he’ll help handle today while you just serve drinks.

“Lady, the rules are the rules, no feeding the cats! If you’re not happy be my guest and leave”

Haru’s rising tone makes you snap back to the reality of work and you rush to help her deal with the difficult customer. If only everyone was a nice as Shinso, work would be easier.

That evening when you balance the cash register, checking all the receipts, you realize you made a mistake counting Shinso’s change, and not in his favor. You still struggle with mental calculus sometimes. It ticks you off to be so sloppy. In any case, if Shinso noticed your change count was wrong, he didn’t say anything.

- - -

It’s hot outside and you’re glad you’re almost arrived at your destination. Your yet light jacket is too much; it feels like it’s summer already and you weren’t prepared for the temperature to rise so much in the afternoon. After shopping for cat supplies, you decided to stop by the flowershop to get some flowers to decorate the café. You like having some on the counter; preferably bright colored ones with a sweet fragrance that lighten up your day.

You’re thirsty and feel like you’re about to melt under the scorching sun so you make a quick stop before the flower shop, dropping by in a small drug-store to buy some refreshments. The cashier is watching TV, and as you put your strawberry flavored-water bottle on the register, you notice a familiar figure on screen.

The journalist holds his mike in front of Shinso.

A plain journalist with glasses and a suit (that he’s probably sweating profusely in given the heat) is about to interview the heroes who just defused a hostage-taking in a bank. Beside him, stand a constipated looking Dynamight as well as Shins-… MindJack, looking as neutral as ever.

MindJack is often called to deal with hostage-takings because his quirk allows him to manage the situation rather easily, with little casualties. He just has to take control of the hostage-taker and it’s mostly done. Easy and safe. He only needs to observe, and then choose the right voice, the right words to have the hostage-taker talk back. Of course if there’s more than one criminal on the spot, it gets trickier.

“MindJack, your quirk is impressive, as always, you tricked that criminal easily...A job well done!” He praises but then makes a comment that bothers you. “… But please don’t mind control me to do something weird haha, we’re live you know"

The cashier checks you out and in your distraction; you don’t hear Shinso’s reply to the rude journalist. “Dat guy there always gives me the creeps” The cashier comments as you take a gulp of your freshly bought drink, quenching your thirst before stepping back under the burning sun.

The man’s forced laugh makes you cringe. Why do people always make this joke? It gets old, and today you feel particularly annoyed at the journalist’s intervention. Do they really think a responsible trustworthy hero like MindJack would go around playing with his quirk like that?

It’s unfair too; they never ask Dynamight “Please don’t blow me to smithereens haha”! While in your opinion, given the blond hero’s usual outbursts, they should be more concerned about his destructive powers than about Shinso’s supposedly scary mind control.

You send him a death glare and internally swear to never buy anything from his shop again. You feel so angry that people can’t see how nice Shinso is. He’s a hero for god’s sake! He saves people; he saved you three times already; and he’s even humble about it. Plus his power shows his cleverness, and is not insanely devastating as more physical quirks, allowing him to manage most situations with reduced damages.

“He’s a great hero” Is all you’re able to retort, your mind so busy being upset that you can’t come up with something more eloquent.

You angrily step out of the store, and once you’re at the flowershop, you end up buying fragrant dark colored lilac. Were it not toxic for cats, you would have gone for lavender.

- - -

Shinso takes up the habit of drinking his espresso at the counter when he’s in a bit of a hurry. Or when it’s slow and he wants to chat with Haru about horror books.

He drinks standing when he doesn’t have time to waste, but when there’s no rush, like now, he sits on one of the barstools. You can’t resist throwing him an occasional glance from the corner of the eye while you get everything ready for lunch’s rush hour.

Shinso’s watching one of the cats, an elegant orange one named Baron. His face is casually resting on his palm, his hair messy but looking soft as always and when he lets out a small yawn, it matches the cat’s opening jaw, like it’s contagious. The rare sight makes you smile to yourself. To see him so relaxed is undeniably pleasant; even though seeing him tired makes you a bit concerned; he probably works too much.

Still, you’re glad he’s warming up to Haru and you. It’s silly but sometimes you’re almost grateful that you nearly got ran over in the beginning of spring, because it’s what led to this comfortable routine.

“Do you own a cat?”

“Haru really likes this cat. She’s dying to bring him home, but she has to convince her landlord.” You take advantage of Haru being on lunch break to share this with him.

Shinso’s tired eyes fall back on you. “I hope he says yes then”

He shakes his head no, and it’s a surprise, given how much he seems to appreciate the little feline’s company. “All of the cats here are opened for adoption you know” You try to tempt him but he shakes his head again, amused but also a bit sad.

“Thank you. I’ve considered it, but my schedule is too hectic. I couldn’t tend to a cat’s needs”

“I don’t know what he’s looking at so intently” You comment with an amused smile.

You nod, understanding. Caring for a pet is an important commitment, even one as independent as a cat. Despite his apparent love for cats, Shinso is responsible enough to know adopting one on impulse wouldn’t be what’s best for the interested cat.

You look back to Baron, and find he’s observing the wall in the corner of the shop with undivided attention. At first you suspect he’s seen a tiny insect and wants to chase it, but looking more carefully, there’s really nothing on the wall.

“Maybe a ghost… or some paranormal creature” Shinso offers and you immediately tense.

“A G-ghost?”

He straightens up and gives you a small lopsided smile. “Some people say cats can see them”

Your eyes dart back to the corner of the room where Baron is still sitting. No way there’s something paranormal in your coffee shop! Ghosts don’t exist. Right?

“It could also be a vengeful spirit…. They are said to be afraid of cats. In ancient Egypt, cats were thought to be guardians of the Underworld. Guardians of the dead…”

His dark eyes meet yours and you gulp. You really really don’t like horror stories. You jump and let out a pathetic scared little squeak when something touches your hand on the counter. Turns out it’s just one of the cat’s tail. Damn, you’re such a scaredy-cat.

“I’m just teasing. Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you” Shinso’s deep voice is soft, without any ounce of mockery, and it should calm your beating heart. Two of his long fingers gently brush against yours where the cat touched you, in a soothing motion, and fear transforms into something else as heat rises to your cheeks.

You want to tell him that he’s fin-no! that it’s fine, but your throat feels dry and you can’t keep your eyes away from his fingers on yours. His hands are so much larger than yours, but his fingers are long and his skin softer than you would expect from someone so used to fighting. You don’t dare move your hand, but you gather up the courage to look up, shyly meeting Shinso’s eyes from under your eyelashes.

“I got your Buddha bowl!” Haru loudly announces.

His amethyst gaze is still on you, but it’s focused on the lower part of your face. He’s thinking about what to say, you can tell from days of silently observing him. He inhales deeply and your eyes fall on his lips as they part, your heart hammering in your chest.

The bell chimes, the front door slams open and you both step back as if burned.

She stops when she gets no immediate reply. Her eyes move from you to Shinso, then back to you.

“You guys alright?” She asks as she places the food she’s gathered on the counter. “You look all flustered” She points and you feel your face go beet red.

“It’s Shinso’s fault! He said there are ghosts in the shop!” You loudly exclaim in hopes it will get Haru’s attention away from you.

Eventually, she turns to your regular customer. “Don’t go scare her! Now she’s never going to sleep tonight…” She reprimands, but not too convincingly given the smile stretching her lips.

Shinso calmly explains the ‘cat seeing things discussion’ you were having, and it looks like you’re the only one who has trouble recovering from what just happened. Haru keeps chatting with Shinso while you excuse yourself to eat your lunch in the break room.

While you munch onto a slice of avocado, you intently look at your hand; where he touched you. It’s a stupid thought but given his cool appearance and intimidating quirk, you didn’t expect Shinso’s hand to be so warm.

- - -

That night when you walk home, you don’t feel safe.

You’re thinking back to the ghost stories Haru and Shinso kept sharing after lunch, and it makes you feel like someone, or something, is following you.

You keep looking back to the badly lit path you’ve walked, but there’s no one but yourself, the streets completely empty at this late hour.

You can’t take it anymore, you break into a run.

At some point you’re about to call Haru for support, but you decide against it. Her shift starts early tomorrow and she needs to rest, and not put up with your scared cowardly nonsense.

You count the minutes left until your street and tell yourself you’re a grown up adult who shouldn’t be afraid to walk back home at night. You’ve done it a thousand times and nothing bad ever happened. There’s no supernatural being waiting to ambush you and eat you or whatever.

You take a deep breath, but that’s when you hear a sound. It sounds like footsteps. You stop dead in your tracks and pay more attention to the surrounding silence. No footsteps. It was probably only an echo of your own. You feel foolish and terrified as you pick up the pace. The walk home seems never-ending and tears well up in your eyes. You’re sure you’re still hearing the noise getting closer.

But that’s when it grabs you, the thing that had truly been following you. Your heart hammers in your chest as two very real hands drag you against a tall hard figure. The man painfully twists one of your arms behind your back, and his other hand goes for your mouth to silence your scream. Now you’re really crying.

“Let me go! Please!” Your voice comes out all muffled, foreign to your ears as you’re manhandled into a darker alley.

“Be quiet little one” The man’s breath is heavy in your ear and makes your skin crawl in disgust. His hold on your face is so strong your nose is hurting and you have difficulty breathing.

You struggle with all your force, but to no use, and still try to scream an incoherent string of curses.

“No way, now that I’ve got you I’ll-“

The man suddenly stops, like he’s frozen into place.

“Release her” You recognize Shinso’s voice, even if you’ve never heard it so cold and directive.

“Are you hurt?” His voice is full of worry and also, anger?

The man obeys immediately, and that’s when you realize he’s been brainwashed. Shinso used your voice to get your assailant under his control.

Once you’re out of the man’s hold, Shinso binds him with his capture weapon to neutralize him. He keeps his hold firm on the fabric as he comes to stand beside you in full hero costume.

You shake your head. You’re mostly terrified. Your cheeks are wet from the tears you shed and your knees are trembling. You crave the warmth and safety of your home. Or at the very least, of Shinso’s warm reassuring hand on you.

But he’s busy calling for back up and in his costume he looks tense; close but too far away to reach.

“I’m sorry. I have to stay” His words come out slow, his voice resonating deeper into his facemask.

The next minutes are a blur. You keep sniffing and avoid thinking about what could have happened to you as policemen arrive to take over. One of them tells you he’ll take you home and the look you give your savior must be miserably pleading because his sharp violet eyes grow impossibly soft as they fill with remorse. You’ve never seen him so expressive before, and it makes your heart sink in your chest.

He still takes time to check on you before you’re escorted back home.

“You’ll be fine. Keep Cathy close, she’ll take care of you” He whispers and then he’s gone.

He shouldn’t be apologizing when he saved you once again. You’re selfish for wanting more of his reassuring presence. You try to tell yourself for the second time tonight that you are a strong grown up woman. You want to be.

Shinso’s hand lifts up and hovers for a second over your head. He’s hesitating. His eyes quickly flick to the policeman beside you and you shamelessly hope he’s going to change his mind.

He sighs deeply, defeated, and then lets his arm fall back to his side while you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, somehow disappointed.

You want to chase after his reassuring presence. Instead, you obediently get into the police car.

At home, you cry yourself to sleep, holding your cat close to your heart in hopes she will protect you from evil.

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seita · 4 years ago

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― you’re dating shinsou but bakugou + todoroki like you. ˒ shinsou, bakugou, + todoroki.

genre: smut

request: hello!! congrats on 1k omg you absolutely deserve!! i remember coming across ur bnha squirting headcanons and being surprised you weren’t more popular your writing is PHENOMENAL!! i do have a request if you’re open to it 🥺 👉👈 can a girl get some shinsou x reader x bakugou x todoroki action w maybe like reader and shinsou dating and finding out bakugou and shouto like reader and the couple sets up a way to seduce them both (preferably with some cumplay if possible)?

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― hitoshi shinsou ft. katsuki bakugou + shoto todoroki.

≻ shinsou, better known professionally as mindjack, had been your boyfriend for the better part of 3 years. ≻ as a hero in the top 10, he was close with other pros as well ≻ this included two young men who went by ground zero and shoto. ≻ you didn’t think much of the heated stares or fleeting touches they left when you passed by ≻ but your boyfriend did ≻ without your knowledge, he’d learned (after a bit of intimidating confrontation towards the two) they had developed little crushes on you. ≻ shinsou simply called them “puppy dog crushes” ≻ to say you were flattered was an understatement ≻ naturally, you would never leave shinsou ≻ no, he was your soulmate, you were sure of it ≻ but to have the attention of the #2 hero and #3 hero themselves??? ≻ to say it boosted your ego was a bit of an understatement. ≻ it became a topic of conversation one night ≻ shinsou asking you, after having hung out with his friends one night ≻ how you would feel about...fooling around with them ≻ you easily confessed that it wouldn’t be the first time you had thought about it ≻ the great thing about shinsou was how open and understanding he was ≻ he was no longer an insecure highschool boy who felt like a villain due to his quirk ≻ no, he became a confident, sexy man who knew his worth ≻ and he trusted that you would never leave him because you got a taste of different dick ≻ he knew he was the one for you and you knew it to ≻ so, he hatched a plan for getting the two of them in on it. ≻ naturally, they agreed ≻ though it was surprisingly easy considering the demeanor of the two ≻ when the night came, they came over for dinner ≻ the air was tense, the sexual tension could be cut with a knife ≻ but you were all more than a little eager to get to bed. ≻ and when you did, you were more than pleased with the results.

having three powerful, incredible attractive men doting on you was nothing short of a dream. shinsou opted to most watch the show, his hand wrapped around his cock as he stroked himself to the sight of bakugou and shoto worshipping your body.

they knew they’d only get the one chance to experience it. this wasn’t going to be a regular thing, shinsou had been adamant on that.

so they memorized every little detail they could about you. they felt how soft your tits were, gazed at your pretty cunt until it was seared in their memories. they were feral knowing that shinsou got to experience you every single night; every night, you were perched upon his cock, cumming and whining as you squirmed from delicious overstimulation.

“does that feel good?” they asked, taking note of what made you tremble and what made you flinch.

shinsou offered advice every so often.

“she likes having her clit spanked.”

“pinch her nipples, they’re so sensitive.”

“go as deep as you can, she’ll cream so pretty for you.”

it was helpful. you came and came for them. they were thrilled, enthralled with you even. they looked at you like you hung the moon and stars yourself. neither wanted the night to end so they kept edging themselves, refusing to cum until the very end -- holding back until they simply couldn’t.

“don’t cum inside her,” shinsou told them, “that’s for me only. you can paint her with your cum, that’s it.”

bakugou was not too pleased with this new rule. he had been thinking about filling you up, watching your beautiful cunt squeeze it out, for days. but he heeded the rule, despite how many complaints fell from his lips.

bakugou came first, splattering his load all over your folds; painting your cunt with his cum in the only way he could. it was better than nothing.

shoto came, choosing to stroke himself over your face until your pretty cheeks and lips were painted white.

after that, shinsou made it a point to show you exactly how much you belonged to him. he scooped up their cum with his fingers, feeding it to you as you gushed all over his cock. their cum tasted sweet on your tongue when mixed with the pleasure of being stuffed full and fucked stupid by your boyfriends perfect cock.

as shinsou filled you up with his cum, shoto and bakugou stroked themselves to their own final orgasm all over your body until you were laid spent on the bed, panting with your spasming cunt squeezing cum out.

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kiyomai · 3 years ago

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Pay It Forward

Shinsou x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: You have a bad day, so what better way to make you feel better than to have a pro hero pay it forward?

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If there is one thing Shinsou has learned in all his years of being a hero, it's that weekday mornings are crucial. As the sun rises, more people are closing their doors and walking towards their next stop; whether it be work, school, or whatever, there's always someplace everyone has to go.

It's a hero's job to make sure those same people get to where they want to go, without the risk of running into some petty villain. So it's Shinsou's responsibility to perch himself atop a building and scope out the ever-growing crowd of civilians walking to and fro.

It's a relief for him to watch from up above rather than blend in with the crowd; he isn't like Deku, or Chargebolt, where they prefer to be in the middle of everything, silently challenging villains to mess up the rhythm of the streets. No, Shinsou likes his people-watching, enjoys the way friends walk and talk with one another, finds it funny watching little kids cry when their parents have to drop them off at school, or seeing people, much like himself, go into coffee shops to get a dose of their much-needed energy. Speaking of which, it wouldn't be much longer until Shinsou headed to buy himself a coffee.

All he'd have to do is wait for the busy sidewalks to empty and give it ten more minutes (in case any villain decided to show up) and drop down and go to his favorite café. It always amazes Shinsou how quickly everything dies down. How in one moment there's a multitude of people, all beautiful and different in their own way, and then there's no one.

There's an unusual spring in his step as he heads towards the café, he's tired, but there's a sort of excitement from this ordinary day. He steps inside and waits in line, smiling (small but still there) and waving to the people that recognize him as pro hero Mindjack. Shinsou busies himself by scrolling through his phone, looking at any new updates should he have to rush out earlier than expected, no reason to check the menu when he's simply going to purchase the same coffee he always gets.

It's when he's finally called to order when you burst through the door, ignoring everyone's stare as you stand a few feet away from the pro. Of course, Shinsou's usually not one to pry, only involving himself if it were necessary and pertained to his job. Still, through his years of picking up on sounds and suspicious activity, it didn't take a genius to figure out you weren't doing so well. You were catching your breath while sorting out some unorganized papers, well, trying to at least.

"What can I get for you, sir?" The cashier brings Shinsou's attention back to the task at hand.

"Small black coffee, please," he slightly turns his head at your huff.

"Is that all?" You curse under your breath right as the cashier asks, that was more than enough for Shinsou to lower his voice and ask her to allow him to pay it forward. He pays for both your orders while leaving more than enough as a tip and steps to the pickup area while you start reciting your order.

His number is called at the exact time that you pull out your wallet, eyebrows furrowing in confusion when the cashier tells you there's no need to pay. He catches the last part, "... that man over there paid for yours." And before you could say anything, Shinsou turns to you and bids you farewell, smirking at your dumbfounded expression.

He takes to the rooftops, preferring the solidarity of eating away from the world, away from prying eyes. Today, though, he decided he would stick to the building across the street from the café. Call him curious, but he wanted to see how long it would take for you to come out and look for him. Paying it forward isn't something Shinsou typically partakes in; often, it turns into an awkward encounter of wanting to pay the person back, all in all, it was always messy. But he figured you would've appreciated the gesture, finding his act of kindness to uplift your spirits and go on with your day. And while he's on break, he might as well check in with you to see what you'd do after leaving.

He finished his muffin, and you were still inside.

He finished his coffee, albeit slowly, and you were still inside.

Hell, he helped an older lady cross the street, and you were still inside.

You were not leaving the café at all.

Shinsou scoped the area, ensuring no immediate threats were around, and dropped back down to the streets, making a beeline towards the café. He told himself he would simply look through the windows to see if you were okay and leave before you could spot him.

He would've done that had you not spotted him immediately. It was just his luck that you were closest to the window and looked up at the sight of his wild purple hair with weird cloth wrapped around his neck. Shinsou decides it's too late to run for the hills, so he bows his head and walks inside.

From what he sees, you're a lot more relaxed than you were when you came in this morning. Your papers are to the side of your table, forgotten in favor of using your laptop. You kick the chair in front of you, inviting him to join you. There's no sign of apprehension, so he accepts and awkwardly twiddles his thumbs, trying to think of something to say.

"Thanks for paying." You're the first to speak, straight to the point.

"Don't mention it. I kinda figured you'd be embarrassed or upset with me."

"Oh, I'm very embarrassed," you bluntly put it. "I must've been a mess to have had a pro hero pay for my coffee."

"Should I give you the pro hero lie, or do I tell you the truth?" It makes him happy to see you hide your face while laughing. It's a lot better than seeing you huffing and puffing while struggling so early in the morning.

"Save the pro hero lie for another time."

"Are you insinuating we'll see each other again?"

“...”

"Anyways," you compose yourself. "Did you come back here to buy more coffee for strangers, or did you need something from me?"

"Wanted to make sure you were doing okay. It just takes one bad day, and then boom!” He makes explosive gestures. “You become a villain 'cause your papers weren't organized." You're left laughing at Shinsou's dramatics, recalling the way you struggled when your papers wouldn't fit inside your bag.

"The world can rejoice now that pro hero Mindjack stopped someone from becoming a villain. You're a true hero." Shinsou loosens up and holds his hand to his heart, basking in the sarcastic glory you're bestowing upon him. "I woke up late, and everything that could've gone wrong went wrong."

"Ah, so I was right to assume you had a bad day. Hero's intuition."

"Why aren't you the number one hero? Deku has nothing on you." Shinsou only shrugs his shoulders. "You paid for my coffee, so it made the most sense to just call off from work. So now I'm here, talking to Mindjack to rule out the possibility of me turning into a villain."

"All in a day's work." Shinsou looks out the window, noting the increase of people outside. "Well, my job here is done. It was a good call- calling out of work, I mean. I hope you enjoyed the coffee. I'll be sure to see you soon."

"There's a coffee shop on the next block if you wanna stop the next person from turning into a villain."

"Haha," he pushes in his chair and walks towards the door. "You're the only one I'd pay it forward to, though. See you soon."

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deleteddewewted · 3 years ago

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;_; Hello bab! I would LOVE if you could do fluff 17 and 20 with quirkless female reader and Shinsou. <333 and if you can make the ending in 19. Because i feel really fluffy and I just cant get enough of loving this man.

Kind of angst but mostly fluff. Hopefully this is to your liking considering you are trusting me to write you fluff.

Now And Later

Pro! Shinsou x Quirkless! Fem Reader

💕💜Counting Memories Event💜💕: Now Closed!

💕💜Counting Memories Event Masterlist💜💕

Fluff:

17)“I know that i’m not all that good for someone like you but would you seriously still take me?”

20)“Marry me.”

19)“5 more minutes, please. You feel great.”

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Shinsou struggled to find himself, his entire life already dictated for him once his quirk manifested itself. He was told to keep quiet and to never get agitated which only led to his anger and resentment towards those with physical quirks to grow. He didn’t mean anyone harm but the anger that boiled in him made it difficult for him to even begin to repair the broken relationship he had with the world. He didn’t want to function with these people yet he wanted to join their world. One where he could be who he wanted to be and not what has been decided already. He wanted to be a hero, someone others could rely on and wanted around. That was his struggle during his younger years. Shinsou spent his teen years training him to be at the best physical and mental state he could be. He needed to be at his best if he was going to be strong enough to carry other people’s burdens and to carry his own. He wanted to help carry your demons and doubts. That’s why he threw in all of his efforts on you. This was now becoming more for you than it was for himself.

“I know that I’m not all that good for someone like you but would you seriously still take me?” Shinsou was nervous on the third date you were on. You both had made it official not that long ago but he was still a nervous wreck. He didn’t want to make you feel forced to be with him if you didn’t want to and on top of that, hero work would keep him busy most of the time leaving you alone. He wanted something with you but it was nearly impossible if he was going to seriously pursue pro-hero work.

“Toshi, stop it. I’m dating you because i- this is uh, not the most ideal way I wanted to say this but I love you. I want to be with you and if anything I’m the lucky one here.” The date ended with the two of you back at his dorm room in a heated makeout session, your bodies pressed together with short praises interchanged between each other. Nothing other than love made itself known that night, or the day after, or the months after. Even after graduating, Shinsou made it his duty to devote himself to you. He showered you with gifts and in his way, his neediness acted as his show of affection. He’d lay on top of you or lay you on top of him and would nudge your face or hand to indicate he wanted you to touch him. He craved everything you could give him and found himself every day falling harder for you. He wanted you in every way, asked you to stay longer with him even if he couldn’t. Shinsou loved you in the purest sense and kept giving more than you’ve ever been given before. You both were perfect for each other. That didn’t stop others from thinking the opposite.

“So Mindjack, why would you date someone who is quirkless?” That was a question he wasn’t prepared to answer. His entire life he was told to prepare a stack of cards to answer questions regarding his quirk but now having to answer questions about you. He never even thought about people caring to ask about you.

“Uhh, because I want to?” He nervously chuckled at his response, he didn’t know what to say or do. What were these questions and why did they matter?

“But you must see how dating someone who doesn’t have a quirk is a liability to you, right?” The more the host spoke the more Shinsous mood soured. The lady seemed to think that you were lesser than her because of the lack of quirk. You were a UA graduate, top in your class in the support course. You did everything to disprove the notion that you being quirkless was a disadvantage your entire life, so where the fuck was this host getting this from?

“My girlfriend is-”

“So you’re dating a woman?! Isn’t this a concern for your legacy?”

“What legacy?” The audience was mostly silent but the more he spoke the more they reacted to him.

“The quirkless are already a small minority in our societies so to be with someone, willingly, who doesn’t have an ability seems obscure. She wouldn’t be able to provide you, children, with a quirk.” Shinsou couldn’t help but realize what was truly happening here. Your value was being based on your ability to give him kids, kids that you nor he haven’t discussed having. This only comes up after he mentioned you being a woman. You were already scandalous to the general public for having no quirk but now you were an even bigger beckon because you wouldn’t be able to give him kids with quirks.

“First of all, my girlfriend is one of the most hardworking people I’ve ever met in my life. Not only did she make it to UA but she proved to herself every day that she deserved to be there. She was my biggest supporter, always there for me even when everyone else was fighting against me. She carried me when I needed someone to help support me and I watched her and supported her when she needed me. You don’t get to comment on something you don’t know about.” Everyone in the studio was silent, the cameras still rolled but the host was the only one to react.

“You’re already a stigmatized hero, Mindjack. This would only add to it.”

“Are you suggesting that my personal life, my relationship will end my career?” The host had a disgusting glint in them, the woman didn’t care about the actual story she cared about, milking his already rocky relationship with the public was her goal. She wanted to make him look bad in front of the world and make you the perfect excuse for helping her.

“No, not at all Mindjack.” She pursed her lips at him and wiggled her brows at him.

“Well, then I guess this interview is done because I’m not going to let you continue to bash my partner.” He took off the microphone and gently threw it on the chair he was sitting on, he left the audience and studio behind with no care. He had someone better to be.

The apartment was silent but it was how he preferred it. It kept his mind and body calm knowing exactly what happened in there and who else he shared the space with. He remembered when he asked you to move, he just assumed you’d say yes and looked for a palace with enough room for the both of you without mentioning it to you. You were confused when you walked into your UA dorm room and found Shinsou packing up your things for you without even bothering to turn to face you. The memory made him smile and tighten his grip.

“Shinsou, you need to stop grabbing onto me like I’m a body pillow.” You giggled at the little huff he let out. Shinsou was always clingy after waking up from a nap.

“I saw the interview from early today. That looked like a train wreck, are you ok?” You passed your hands over his hair and gently rubbed the back of his neck as he got closer to you.

“Yeah, I just...I didn’t like how they kept trying to make you look bad. The host was a total bitch.” He clicked his tongue and pressed his forehead into your side. His blood still boiled over the interview.

“You know...I’m used to it. I know that not having a quirk will make certain people uncomfortable and some people wouldn’t want to associate with me but I’m fine with that. I’m happy living my life with a select few in it. I’m fine with only having you in it.” You pulled Shinsou closer to you and placed a kiss on the top of his head. Shisnou propped his head up to look at you and moved so he could fully face you.

“Marry me.”

“Wait-”

“Marry me, now.” His eyes held an intensity you had only seen on the day he told you he loved you for the first time. He never half-assed things, not even the small details that meant nothing to others, when it came to you it was all in. He wasn’t a gambler that’s why he threw in everything he had the moment he met you. You were his destined.

“I’d love to but don’t you think this is a bit-”

“No. I love you, be mine. I-” You both laid in silence as you stared at each other. He planned an actual proposal but it felt right to ask you to marry him after such a stressful day. It helped him realize what had happened in his earlier years. You kept by his side even when people told you to stay away from him, held his hand as people sneered at the sight of the both of you. You were seen as weak and less than everyone at UA for not having a quirk while he was ostracized for having one. You didn’t stick with him because of pity, you stuck with him because you truly cared for him. You loved him. You wanted him.

“That came out as too eager ummm….would you please marry me? And that came out as desperate….uuhhh, great.” His ears turned red and slowly did his face. He placed his hand on your torso and shoved his face into the crook of your neck. It was such a childish attitude yet you adored it. You began to scratch his scalp and watched as his hair fluffed as you did. The purple strands moved cohesively yet wild. Your wild-haired cat moaned at your touch and laid next to you comfortably. He wanted this for the rest of eternity, the rest of his and your insignificant existence in this spiraling rock. In this world that didn’t care for either of you with a few people that did.

“I do.” But Shinsou was already drifting, in between the existing and the dreaming world. He was at ease because he knew your answer, he knew you would say yes to being with him forever. Long were the days of his self-doubt butting heads with him and telling him how undeserving he was of you. He was finally complete.

“You have your shift soon.” You continued to caress him even though you knew it was only helping him go to sleep.

“5 more minutes, please. You feel great.” So you both stayed in bed, late into the night, holding each other and planning out the aspects of your future together. He was fine with going on patrol late, as long as the excuse was to spend more time with you, he didn’t care. It was you and him till death and beyond did you apart.

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sipsteainanxiety · 3 years ago

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loving you [3] || katsuki b.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 2.3k+

mentions: no pronouns mentioned again i think, bit of cuts n blood in this one

part two part four

You learned that Kirishima liked to read hero tabloids. It was by complete accident that you found out, having stumbled upon him reading one when you went up to his office to ask him for input on a few designs you had for Riot wrist guards. His office was set up in a way that made it super easy to see what he was doing at his desk. He was embarrassed, fumbling with the small booklet as he tried his best to hide it from you, but you saw everything. And you were merciless.

“I didn’t think you kept up with shit like that,” you teased him with a sly smile, walking over to his desk as he sighed and reluctantly brought the tabloid away from behind his back. You went around to stand behind him in his chair, peering over his shoulder at the edition of Pros+ he had with him. The smiling face of Deku greeted you from the front cover, the latest news and gossip about him written on the sidelines. Pro-hero Deku to win award for most saves done in five minutes! From U.A. to Musutafu, how Deku became the most powerful hero yet! Japan’s most eager hero of them all! Freckles: Are they in or are they in?! “Looks like Deku’s doing well.”

“Yeah! He is! I’m super proud of him!” Kirishima told you with a large smile, flipping through the rest of the tabloid so you could both see the different articles about rescue missions Deku’s done within the past year. It was a wonder how it wasn’t as thick as an encyclopedia. His smile turned sheepish as he looked up at you, gazing at you with imploring eyes. “Don’t tell anyone I read this stuff! I just like keeping up with everyone, making sure the media’s not taking the piss out of them. If Bakugou found out he’d probably yell at me for reading ‘Shitty garbage written by shitty people’.” He used his fingers to quote that last bit, doing his best impression of Dynamight. You held back a chuckle.

You mimed zipping your lips shut and throwing away the key. “Hey my lips are sealed man, you can count on me.” He gave you a grateful look and you were once again reminded of the way he was crowned ‘Japan’s sweetest hero’.

From then on, it became a habit for the two of you to whisper and gush over every edition of Pros+ that landed in Kirishima’s hands. You typically did it within the confines of his office, blinds and doors closed to repress any snooping eyes and ears. It was a bit of a guilty pleasure, getting excited over all the accomplishments these top heroes had done and seeing what all their fans were raving about when they weren’t obsessing over various hero victories.

You’d both managed to ooh and aah over editions that focused not only on Deku but Pinky, Galeforce, Lemillion, and Shouto as well. Knowing some of them personally, it was a bit funny to see what the editors of the tabloid were attempting to pull together when it came to gossip—especially when pictures were involved. Kirishima found it just as funny, nearly bursting into tears at one point when the absolutely outlandish question of Does Chargebolt is gay? greeted both your eyes following a picture taken of him and Mindjack at a bar one night. Some people just had too much time on their hands, it seemed.

It was all fun and games for the two of you until Kirishima managed to get his sticky fingers on a Dynamight edition.

“Shut the door, shut the door!” he hissed quickly at you when you’d gone to visit him for your almost daily reading sessions. You looked at him with wide eyes as you closed the door gently behind you, watching as he beckoned you quickly over to his desk. “You wouldn’t believe what I’ve got.”

“What? What is it?” you asked warily as you walked over, eyes searching for the tabloid until you realized he was holding it within his hands, purposely hiding the cover from you. You squinted at him as he made a weird expression you couldn’t for the life of you decipher. Then he showed you the front. You choked. “No fucking way.”

“Yes way!” He finally burst out in laughter and you fully leaned over his shoulder to stare open-mouthedly at the glaring face of Dynamight on the cover of Pros+. Your eyes scanned the headlines that surrounded him. Pro-hero Dynamight named hottest hero of Japan! Skincare routine or no-care routine, how does he do it?! Symbol of Victory or Symbol of Mystery? You decide!

You clamped a hand over your mouth, your wide eyes turning to make contact with Kirishima’s watering ones. When you spoke, your voice was slightly muffled. “Oh my fucking god.”

He started wheezing out some more laughter. “I hope Bakugou doesn’t see this,” he choked out, managing to pull himself together enough to start flipping through the tabloid. Articles of Dynamight’s rescues, his rising popularity, and his no-nonsense attitude waved at you from the pages. Your eyes landed on some pictures of him they’d likely stolen from the Vogue: Heroes Edition shooting he’d done a while ago. It was a fucking thirst tabloid in disguise. “He’d probably burn it on sight.”

You huddled closer to Kirishima, pressed shoulder to shoulder as your eyes darted over all the content displayed for you both to see. The writers must’ve been fans of Dynamight, for they showered him with praise in most of the articles and fawned over his good looks and mysterious persona in others. You and Kirishima read through one of the articles that questioned what skincare products he used.

“God clearly plays favorites,” you suddenly spoke up, eyeing the close-up pictures of Dynamight’s scowling face. There wasn’t a single blemish in sight and the caption beneath it said that the photo hadn’t been edited at all. “His skin is so smooth-looking.”

Kirishima sighed, setting the tabloid down on his desk. “He’s been blessed with good skin for pretty much ever,” he told you, idly scratching at his cheek. “It’s because of his quirk. Glycerin’s really good for your skin, apparently.”

“I’ve heard about that,” you said, looking down once more at the tabloid to see Dynamight glaring up at you from the cover once more. It really wasn’t fair, you thought, that he had the looks to match with the smarts and the athletic prowess he had. He was probably at least self-aware of how hot he was, right? “Of course Dyna—”

“Shh!” Kirishima suddenly sat up straight in his chair, eyes looking at his closed office door. You paused, giving him a confused look, then turned to see what he was so alert about. Your eyes just managed to catch a glimpse of a shadow that passed over the closed blinds of the window leading out to the hallway before the door was slammed open.

You jerked forward, practically throwing yourself on top of Kirishima’s desk to hide the Dynamight edition of Pros+ from sight. You propped your hand under your head, giving a sheepish smile to the very real figure of Dynamight that glowered at you from Kirishima’s doorway. He eyed you for a moment from behind his ripped mask, then looked at Kirishima himself, who was spinning around in his chair, nonchalantly whistling.

“...The fuck?” was his only comment, his gaze hardening the longer he stared at the two of you trying to appear as inconspicuous as possible.

“Hi!” you greeted cheerfully, hoping he couldn’t see the drops of sweat on the side of your face as you prayed your torso was hiding the tabloid from view. You gave his form a once over, a frown slowly sliding onto your face as your eyes landed on the large cut that was leaking blood on his right cheek. You straightened up slightly. “Are you okay? What happened?”

He ignored you. Rude. “Shitty Hair. Your patrol was supposed to start five minutes ago.”

The redhead stopped whistling, his head snapping to glance at the time on his phone before he shot out of his chair. “Crap! On it, my bad! Lost track of time!” He grabbed a few things from his desk, leaning down to whisper “Burn it” into your ear. Then he was out the door, giving Dynamight a pat on the shoulder and bounding his way down to the first floor of the agency.

It was just you and Dynamight now. He was watching you with a look you couldn’t quite place and for a moment you wondered if he was going to question why you were still sprawled on Kirishima’s desk like a French model. But then he huffed, rolling his eyes and stalking his way out, likely to his own office.

You slumped over, your head hanging as you let out a relieved sigh. Standing up, you straightened your clothes and glanced once more at the tabloid. Paper Dynamight glared back at you disapprovingly.

“Fuck you,” you told it with a grimace, snatching it off the desk so you could chuck it in Kirishima’s trash can. This had been too much of a close call. Maybe you and Kirishima should stop reading tabloids so often. Brushing off your hands, you made your way out of the room, closing the door softly behind you before your eyes caught sight of Dynamight’s slightly open office door. You paused for a moment, thinking about the injuries he had on his face. Fuck it. You crept your way over to his door, pushing it open gently so you could stick your head in.

Dynamight’s office was one of the few rooms in the agency you kind of liked. He never had to put the lights on, since the entire left wall of the room was made of glass, allowing natural light to filter in. It gave him the ability to see Musutafu in its near entirety—something you were certain a hero appreciated. He had a lot of bookshelves, novels neatly stacked and ordered in a way only he was privy to. There was a couch and coffee table tucked in the back right corner across from a flat screen television on the backmost wall. There was a singular All Might poster next to it, something that made you smile, just a little, every time you saw it.

Your eyes landed on Dynamight, grumbling as he sat at his desk with a medkit opened in front of him. He glanced up at you when you peered around the door at him, then returned to rummaging around in the kit.

You took that as an invitation to enter, gently closing the door behind you as you walked over to him and stopped right next to his chair. “Villain toss you through a building again?” You were trying to lighten the air a bit.

He huffed, eyes focused on opening a bottle of disinfectant. “He prob’ly wished he had. Fucker had a blade Quirk.” It was then you noticed he had quite a lot of tiny cuts and scratches along his face, neck, and arms. Most were bandaged, but he did have the nasty ones on his cheek still exposed to the air. You watched as he soaked a cotton ball with the disinfectant, then paused as he realized he didn’t have a mirror to see where he was applying it on his face.

You sighed, shuffling closer to him so you could pluck the little ball from his fingers. “C’mere,” you told him gently, one of your hands raising to cup the bottom of his face as you tilted his head up so he could look at you. Surprisingly he let you, his eyes nailed to your expression as you patted his cuts with the cotton ball, making sure to get all of them.

You worked quietly, wiping the blood and dirt from his cheeks. He was silent the entire time as well, not even letting out a sound when his cuts stung from the alcohol. Your tongue poked out from your mouth as you concentrated, grabbing little bandages from the medkit that you could press lightly to his skin.

Like this, in the quiet of his office, you were all too aware of each intake and outtake of breath you made. Every instance where he swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing with the motion, his gaze firmly set on your face. Your fingers felt the softness of his skin, brushed over the curve of his cheeks and edge of his jaw.

And you realized, quite grumpily, that the stupid tabloid really wasn’t exaggerating when it contemplated the clarity and softness of Dynamight’s skin. It was yet another aspect of him that you just hadn’t expected, not really.

As you finished sticking the last bandaid to his chin, you noticed that you couldn’t quite find it in you to let go of his face just yet. The way he was openly observing you made you pause, eyes latched onto those burning vermillion ones of his. You watched him, tracing his cheeks with your fingers. He watched you, bringing his gloved hands up to rest gently on your wrists, holding them with an amount of care you didn’t know if you were capable of understanding. You were locked in a stalemate, neither of you willing to give in.

But you eventually did.

Stepping away, you gathered the tiny pieces of paper from the bandaids and the cotton balls so you could throw them away, letting out a sheepish laugh. “Uh! Well, that’ll do it. I think I got all of them!” You hastily walked over to the small trash can he had, dumping the garbage into it. The back of your neck burned with a heat that was insurmountable. You waved a hand behind you, not finding the strength to look around and see what expression he was making. What emotions lay beyond his eyes. “See ya!”

With that, you were gone, one of your hands clenched near your chest as your other held your burning, burning cheek. If you closed your eyes, you could still feel the way his face felt under your hold, still see the way he looked at you.

You swallowed thickly and walked away, reminiscing about smooth skin and soft cheeks.

#latpoykb #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugou imagine #katsuki x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #blasty boy i love u #even tho ur skin is clear af #and it makes me wanna punch u in the face

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jeanbeaux · 3 years ago

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Pegging and degrading shinso until he's an absolute mess. I'm. On. My. Knees. I can't get it out of my mind please put an end to this, I'm in so much pain.

oh my god nonnie ur brain, im gonna do my best to save you but i might drag you down with me as i fall deeper into this

warnings: smut/18+/minors DNI, prohero!shinsou x f!reader, fem dom, pegging, degradation (m. receiving), UNEDITED PERCEIVE NO TYPOS

big ole silent beauty shinsou hitoshi,,, at first glance, he looks like your typical hard dom, after all, pro hero mindjack is literally known for taking control with his words, no?

but with date after date he get’s fed up with all the women seeking to fall under the spell of his quirk in the bedroom, it feels like bringing work into his personal life, so he ditches the blind dates and the app’s and seeks help from you — someone who’s services he’s heard denki drunkenly blabber about many times before, shamefully asking Chargebolt for the number of his favorite dominatrix.

it’s turned into a routine — he’s at your doorstop every thursday night at 8:00 pm sharp, he’s here to relinquish control, not see what he gets for crossing the line. The weight of the day melts off his shoulders when he sees you open the door with your wine colored lips stretched into a wide grin, ushering him in quickly so that the sight of the Pro in your apartment complex couldn’t stir conversation.

it was a gradual build to full submission.

it started off with simple commands, not letting him touch you as you rode him, forbidding him from cumming when you could feel his balls begging for the need to release under your touch. eventually, shinsou grew so comfortable with you that it wasn’t a complete session with him if you handn’t bound him with his own capture cloth at least once — and it was all building up to this.

he’s just so pretty like this, spread eagle and tied up to the headboard. his cock is flushed and aching, angry from not being touched, all because the prep you did on his tight hole without giving him what he really wanted. his lavender eyes glimmer again when you start prodding the silicone head of your strap on against his ass, watching how he squirms in the binds as you apply pressure but don’t sink to him.

but when you finally do, it’s all over for him. his eyes roll to the back of his skull when your hips are flush with his ass, starting to babble as you begin to roll your hips forward with each thrust. he’s stammering, he’s begging, and he’s crying, and you watch in amazement as tears begin to slide past his thick lashes.

and you laugh.

you laugh as he whines underneath you, making a mockery of the Pro Hero who lives in the shadows.

“look at how desperate you are,” you coo, “big strong Mindjack, now just a blubbering mess beneath me? what is it you want, baby? you want me to touch your cock? do you think you deserve that, hmm?”

he’s nodding furiously, so you indulge him, and with two pumps his length, he’s spilling all over his abs, balls twitching as you milk him dry.

“would you look at that?” you whistle, holding your soiled hand up to the light for him to inspect. “such a messy little slut, aren’t you. clean it.”

you’re slipping your fingers past his lips before he even gets a chance to say otherwise. you continue to talk about how much prettier and useful he is like this, sliding your fingers in and out as his tongue swirls around them. the way your speaking is causing his dick to stir once again, like he’s nothing without you, better a cocksleeve for you than saving the public.

shinsou’s always understood the weight his speech has, but he’s never realized till now that others can weld that power too.

#aman gets asks #anon #shinso x reader #shinso hitoshi x reader #shinso smut #bnha smut #mha smut #TY FOR THIS IM SORRY ITS A WHOLE ASS DRABBLE #can yall tell i love finger sucking LMFAO #also i dont like degredation for women bc i am a feminist like that but for men 🤩🤩#thirst time!

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numbinousss · 3 years ago

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If you're a bird, I'm a bird

Part 1

Characters: Hitoshi Shinso x Reader

Words: 6.6k

Summary: Shinso and reader were best friends during middle school, but then he suddenly stopped talking to her when he joined the hero course. What will happen when they meet again years later?

This is gonna have multiple parts, some of them ~smutty~ so minors dni. Reader has female anatomy and uses she/her pronouns. Reader is also a virgin, but that won't matter til later. *wink* 😉

Warnings: There's some language and one mention of a hit-list. This part is pretty PG.

This is also baby's first fic, so constructive criticism is ALWAYS appreciated (*ahem* emphasis on constructive). Pls enjoy (:

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

“Unghhhhhh,” you groan, slapping the top of your alarm clock. Swinging your legs over the side of your bed, you stand up, grab your phone, and stretch your arms.

You move groggily to the sitting room, wiping your eyes and letting out a huge yawn. Stumbling over to the couch, you allow yourself to collapse onto the soft, velvety cushions, stretching your legs and arms once more. Still half asleep, you grab the TV remote and let the news play while you check your missed messages and social media accounts.

“-in front of Tokyo Post Bank, where several pro heroes, including Suneater and Mindjack, are currently attempting to restrain the villains and retrieve the hostages inside.”

Your ears perk up at the newscaster’s words. Mindjack. Hitoshi. You drop your phone and lean forward, staring intently at the images broadcasted on the television.

“At the moment, it is uncertain exactly how many civilians are stuck inside the bank; however, officials have estimated as many as seventeen people. This stick-up is thought to be linked with the multiple other attempts made in Tokyo this month by the gang currently referring to themselves as-”

Shit, Hitoshi. Come on. Images of the purple-haired young man flash through your mind as you bite your nails in anticipation. You hadn’t seen Hitoshi in over a year, not since the two of you graduated from UA High School, him from the hero course and you from general studies. It had been even longer since you had spoken to the hero, but you thought about him often.

You manage to pry yourself away from the TV so that you won’t be late for work again. You turn the volume up so that you can hear it throughout your small one-bedroom apartment and head to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Splashing water on your face, you think about your history with the pro hero Mindjack.

_______________

You and Shinso were in the same class in middle school. It was the first day of the semester, and your teacher had planned an activity for everyone to get acquainted with one another.

“Okay,” announced your teacher, “for this activity, I’m going to write a few quirks on the board, and I want you to match the student with their quirk.”

Most of the quirks were simple and common abilities, but a couple stuck out to you. Brainwashing? Holy shit. That’s kinda overpowered. You looked around the room and tried to guess which classmate possessed such a unique quirk. A pair of violet eyes met your own. They belonged to a scrawny, purple-haired kid who appeared as if he hadn’t slept in weeks. It felt like those eyes were piercing directly into your soul. With an awkward scratch of your neck, you whipped your head around, breaking eye contact and writing his name down on the answer sheet. Yeah, that makes sense.

The teacher went over the answers, and you weren’t shocked to find out that you were right about the brainwashing kid. He just had that vibe.

The bell rang, and you began gathering your things. Seeing three other students approach the purple-haired boy out of the corner of your eye, you slowed down to eavesdrop on their conversation.

“Wow! Your quirk is brainwashing? That’s so cool!” exclaimed a handsome raven-haired student.

“Seriously! I can’t think of anyone who’s had that power!” blurted out a weaselly-looking boy.

“I’m so jealous, Shinso,” wheezed out a pink-haired girl, who had an eerie resemblance to a blobfish.

“Imagine all the cool stuff you could do controlling people!”

“Yeah! You could do any bad thing you want!”

“And no one would ever know it was you!” said the girl, with a prominent blush rising to her cheeks. “Just promise you won’t make us your slaves, okay?”

“Heh,” Shinso let out a forced chuckle, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Everyone always says that.” His voice was attractive, deep, and calm with almost a musical lilt to it. You felt butterflies tickle the bottom of your tummy. Oh, absolutely not. It’s the first day of school; I refuse to go catching feelings for the first pretty boy I see.

You listened as the other students continued gushing about his quirk. They were being kind of rude, mentioning all the ways Shinso was the perfect candidate to be an undefeatable villain. Shinso just sat there with a polite smile on his face, but you could tell he was uncomfortable with the situation. Shit. I’m gonna regret this.

“Hey! You’re clearly embarrassing him. Lay off,” you say, turning your attention to his admirers. It’s the first day of school and these people are already gonna hate me.

“We’re complimenting him,” the weasel scoffed. “He’s flattered.”

Shinso shifted in his seat uncomfortably, eyeing you while his whole face and neck blushed red.

“Flattered? How would you feel if someone told you your quirk predestined you to become a piece of shit?” you shot back.

“Language, please,” announced your teacher from her desk. She had been listening to the conversation the whole time. Well maybe if she would have told them to stop picking on him...

“His quirk is brainwashing,” sneered the raven-haired boy. “Just having that quirk sounds criminal. It’s an awesome quirk, but it’s terrifying. They should just go ahead and lock him up now, before he has a chance to make us all hurt ourselves.”

“That’s not even-” you start, but you’re interrupted.

“He’s too powerful,” hissed the weasel. “It’s inevitable; someone with a quirk like that is going to become a villain.”

“And if he does I hope he puts you down for number one on his hit list,” you bite back.

“That’s enough!” exclaimed the teacher, standing up. She turned to you. “I don’t appreciate you starting drama in my classroom. On the first day of school, no less.”

“Me? But all I-”

“Don’t backtalk.”

“But they were the ones-”

“Detention. After school,” said your teacher with a stern look on her face. She turned to your peers. “Anyone else?”

You glanced at your classmates. The blobfish girl had clearly seen the situation going to shit and had already slipped out of the classroom unnoticed. The weasel and the raven-haired boy were staring at the floor, a pathetic attempt at hiding their smug grins. Shinso just sat, staring at his twiddling thumbs with a stony, unreadable expression on his face.

“Good.” Your teacher began retreating to her desk when Shinso suddenly stood up, pushing his chair back with a loud scrape against the tile floor. “Yes, Shinso?” your teacher turned around, giving him a death glare, daring him to question her authority.

“I-I uhm,” he stuttered out, his eyes traveling from your teacher to you, back to the teacher again. “I- uhhh,” he took a breath and shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was about to do. “Kiss my ass.” It sounded more like a question than a statement.

Your teacher sighed, touching her temples as if she had a migraine. “Fine. Detention for you, too, Shinso,” she declared as she marched back to her desk.

The other two boys were already heading out of the classroom, snickering and off to gossip about the recent events. You turned to the purple-haired boy, feeling a hot shame rising in your cheeks. You stared at your shoes. “I am so so sorry. I didn’t think... I-I mean they were just being so rude so I-”

“No, don’t apologize. I’m glad you said something. I just didn’t know how to get them off my back without seeming like a jackass.” You looked up from your shoes into the same captivating violet eyes as before. “I’m glad someone was there to act like a jackass for me,” he said with a playful smirk.

“Well, you didn’t have to go and give yourself detention over it, Shinso. You know that goes-”

“Hitoshi.”

“What?”

“Call me Hitoshi,” he said, keeping his playful smirk and reaching out his right arm.

It was taking all your willpower to shove down the butterflies that were going wild in your tummy. The way he was looking at you wasn’t helping. “Hitoshi,” you said with a smile as you grabbed his hand in a way-too enthusiastic handshake.

And that's how you met your best friend. Your only friend, really. People were too scared to talk to “the freaky brainwashing guy,” and they certainly didn’t trust his best friend, who they assumed must be just as evil or brainwashed by him, but it was fine with you. Shinso was all you needed. That’s why, when people would make snide comments about Shinso, you had no problem kicking their asses. Shinso refused to do anything about it. “I’m gonna be a hero,” he would say. “I need to come off as a nice guy. They have to trust me. I can’t fight against them or they really will think I’m a villain.”

“Fine then, Mr. Nice Guy, I’ll do it,” you would say before making their life a living hell. They learned to back off pretty quickly. They still wouldn’t approach the two of you, but they kept your names out of their mouths, which was good enough for you.

And that’s how it was for years. Just you and your best friend, taking on the world.

_______________

“Sorry I’m late!” you yell to your manager as you throw on your apron. “Have you seen what’s going on down at the bank? It’s crazy!”

“Right? This is the sixth time this month. I’m hardly even surprised anymore,” said your manager, Minori.

“You care if I turn on the news upfront?”

“Go ahead,” he replies. His dark hair falls in his face as he kneads dough with large, strong hands. “With everything going on today, we’ll probably be kinda slow, anyway. Go ahead and turn it up so I can hear it from back here.”

You head to the front of the bakery and turn on the news.

“-are all captured and being placed into police custody. It seems that our heroes got the situation under control before anyone was seriously injured or hurt. And while a few heroes were at the bank, other top heroes including Deku, Shoto, and Lemillion were on the other side of town where they managed to capture the ring leaders of this terrifying organization. This should be the last incident of this nature-”

You turned the TV off, satisfied with the newscaster’s words. You let out a sigh of relief and let go of the tongs you didn’t realize you were holding so tightly until just now. Hitoshi’s okay. Despite how long it had been since you spoke to the man, you couldn’t help but worry about him. His field of work was often deadly, after all. Even if he could never worry about me.

It looked like Minori was right about it being a slow day, so you decided to busy yourself by making the display case of cookies, cupcakes, cake pops, and other sweet treats look pretty. When you were done with that, you set about deep cleaning the entire front half of the bakery. The bakery was still relatively new. It was opened six months ago and owned by the pro hero Sugarman, who seemed to have a passion for baking, alongside his hero work. You look at the purple letters above you reading “Sugar Rush Bakery” and can’t help but think of Hitoshi’s violet eyes and matching hair. You just can’t get him out of your head recently. With his career taking off, his face is everywhere; he managed to make it into the top five pro heroes without having a physical quirk, something that had never been done before. Considering all the hard work it took to get where he is, you’re proud of him.

_______________

“UA? Isn’t that gonna be kinda hard?” you questioned your friend as the two of you sat alone at a table in your middle school cafeteria.

“I mean yeah, but they’re the best. I just have to get in. Pass the entrance exam and then I’ll be on my way to becoming a pro,” Shinso said with determination. “What? You don’t think I can make it?”

“I think you can do anything you put your mind to, Hitoshi,” you said with an eye roll. He knew that you believed in him; he was just being defensive of his dreams. You didn’t blame him for that. “It’s just gonna be really difficult. Everyone wants to be in their hero course, and there isn’t much space. Do you at least have backup plans?”

“No. I’m going to UA.”

“But what about the entrance exam? What if they make you fight? Your quirk is insane, but everyone else’s quirk is going to assist them physically. What if the test doesn’t allow you to show off your quirk? You need a backup plan.”

“I don’t need a backup plan. I’m going to UA,” he repeated.

“But-”

“Everyone thinks I’m a villain. If I get into the top hero school, I’ll have connections with the best agencies and easy access to the top. No one will ever be able to doubt me again. I’ll be able to become one of the top heroes.”

“Right, but that’s a massive ‘if.’ If you’ve got your heart set on UA then you should at least apply to another course, too. Just to be safe. I’ll even apply with you if you want.”

“Really? You would do that?”

“Of course. I mean, I’ve gotta go somewhere. Why not just go with you?” You tried to play it off as nonchalantly as possible. Truth be told, you just didn’t want to be separated from the guy you loved. He had grown into so much more than just a “best friend” in the time you had known him. Of course, you would never tell him that and risk losing his friendship over a silly little crush. So you kept it inside.

“Fine. We can apply to general studies together,” he said with his playful smirk. “Even if I don’t get into the hero course, I think I could handle general studies if you were there with me.”

Ugh, butterflies.

“And who knows?” he continued. “If I don’t make it through the entrance exam, perhaps I could eventually transfer into the hero course.”

“Right,” you said with a smile, glad he was taking your advice.

Hitoshi didn’t make it into the hero course because the stupid test made him fight against robots. You were livid when you found out.

“What? But that’s no fair! That doesn’t suit your quirk at all! It isn’t your fault!” you said, pacing back and forth in Hitoshi’s room.

“I know. I’m certain I didn’t get in. It was based on a points system. I had no points at all,” he said, fiddling his thumbs.

You looked over at him and realized you were probably just making him feel worse. “I- I mean we were definitely accepted into general studies, though,” you backtracked, trying to liven the mood. “There’s still hope.”

“Right,” he replied, his face stony and unreadable.

“Don’t lose faith, Hitoshi. I’m sure everything will work out fine.” And we get to stay together. For now, at least. “You still have plenty of chances to show them that you belong in the hero course. I have complete faith in you.”

He looked at you with a sad, but slightly hopeful, smile. “You’re right. I’m not gonna lose hope. I’m gonna keep on fighting for what I want.” His eyes met yours with his intense stare. “Thank you.”

I am so in love with this man, holy shit. “What are friends for, right?” you responded, breaking eye contact.

And so you and Shinso went to UA together and were both in class 1-C. And this time, after the sports festival, people actually thought Hitoshi was pretty cool and that his quirk was incredible. Unlike in middle school, no one was scared to be friends with the two of you.

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DING

You hear your first customer of the day ring the little bell on the counter. You’re in the kitchen, helping Minori with the dishes.

“Be there in two seconds!” you yell to the customer as you reach for a towel and dry your hands.

You speed walk into the front room, throwing the towel on the counter as you go.

“So sorry about that!” you say, looking up at the customers.

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.

Your eyes meet a pair of familiar violet-colored irises, and it takes you a moment to register what’s going on. What should I do? What should I say? Do I pretend like I don’t know him? Yeah, that sounds- Wait, stop, no. That’s a terrible idea; what the fuck. Be normal.

“Uhm, hi, hey! Welcome to Sugar Rush!” Ew, I feel so awkward. “What can I do for you today?”

“Y/N? S’that really you?” asks the tall purple-haired man on the other side of the counter.

“Oh my God, Hitoshi?” you feign your shock. “I barely even recognized you!” Well, that was a bald-faced lie.

“Yeah, it’s been a few years, hasn’t it?” he asks sheepishly while scratching his reddening neck. “Well you, uh, ya look good. How have things been?”

“Oh, thanks! You, um, you look good, too! You look very buff a-and, um, taller, too, much taller, like you’ve hit a growth spurt or something!” Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. “Things have been great! I’ve been working here for a few months now. Ya know, paying for school and stuff,” you say, fighting to keep the heat from rising to your cheeks.

“Really? Where did you-”

“Cake, dumbass,” interrupts the blonde man standing behind Hitoshi. He has his arms crossed and his brows furrowed as if he’s angry at something. “We’re in a rush. Order the damn cake already.”

You feel bad for not acknowledging him at first. “Oh, hey, Bakugo, right? I remember you from UA.”

“Yeah. Listen, we need a birthday cake for damn Deku’s surprise party tomorrow night, can you do it or not?” he asks, clearly irritated by how long this is taking.

“Sure thing!” You take the men’s order and type it into the computer system. “We can also do delivery if you guys don’t wanna pick it up yourselves tomorrow.”

“Yeah, that’d be awesome,” says Hitoshi with a gentle smile.

The heroes pay and are about to walk out the door when Shinso whips around and says to you, “Hey, um, I don’t know if you handle the deliveries and stuff, but if you have some free time tomorrow, you should come to the party.” He scratches the back of his neck and flashes another awkward smile. “It’d be nice to catch up and everything, and it’ll probably be a lot of fun.”

Absolutely not, that'd be such a train wreck. “Oh, um, I’m not sure if they’ll need me here tomorrow or not,” you say, cheeks flushing red. You look up at Hitoshi who is now staring at the floor, dejected.

“Right,” he responds, slightly less chipper. “Well, it was nice to see you anyway.” He turns to walk out the door.

Oh shoot, he looks so upset. Damnit. “I-I mean I will definitely try my best to be there, though! I promise!” you blurt out. Why the hell did I say that?

He looks at you with his same old playful smirk, and for a moment your tummy flutters. You better fucking not.

His eyes light up a bit. “Cool. I look forward to seeing you, then. I’ll DM you with the details,” he says before turning and walking out the door.

“I am an idiot,” you say aloud to yourself as you walk to the kitchen to give Minori the order form.

“So… who was that?”

“Oh, ya know, just some customers. Wanted a cake,” you say with an awkward laugh.

“Right, right. And what about the guy with the growth spurt?” your manager asks with a chuckle.

“You were listening?” you ask, mortified. “I can’t believe… Oh shit. I did say that, didn't I? Ughhhhhhh,” you groan. “I sounded like his fucking grandma,” you say putting your face in your hands.

“And what about the party? You aren’t even on the schedule tomorrow. Why don’t you want to go?”

You let out a sigh. “It’s complicated.”

_______________

You sat at your usual lunch table with your friends, the seat across from you empty for the sixth day in a row.

“Where’s Shinso been, Y/N? He usually isn’t gone for this long at a time,” questioned Chikuchi, another girl in class 1-C.

“He must be training with Aizawa again,” you grumbled. “I don’t know, though; he hasn’t even spoken to me since Monday. I’m kind of worried,” you said with a look of concern.

“I’m sure he’s fine. You know how hard he’s trying to make it into the hero course. He’s probably just caught up in all the action, that’s all,” your friend tried to comfort you. Her eyes glanced at the door. “Speak of the devil,” she said, turning back to her food.

You saw Hitoshi running over to the table with a huge smile on his face. Since he’d started training with Aizawa he had buffed up a lot, and he was far from the scrawny middle school boy you’d met years ago. It certainly wasn’t helping with the undying love and attraction you felt towards him and the feelings that you were constantly trying to force down. You’d never seen him so energetic before; he was like a puppy. He slid into the seat across from you. “I have to tell you something, but I’m supposed to keep it private. Come with me?” he asked in as low of a tone as he could manage with all the excitement threatening to burst out of him.

Your heart flutters just from talking to him again after so long. “Yeah, okay,” you responded as he grabbed your hand and led you into a deserted hallway. He sat there and stared at you for a moment, still smiling like he had won the lottery.

His excitement was contagious. You couldn’t help but smile with him. “Well?” you asked with a chuckle. You gave him a playful shove. “Spit it out ‘Toshi!”

“Okay, so yesterday, when I missed math class it was because Mr. Aizawa asked me to come with him to spar with class 1-A and 1-B. So I was talking to-”

“Wait wait wait, you never told me that! ‘Toshi, that’s huge! Why-”

“Yeah, sorry, I just couldn’t find any time this week. I’ve been training so hard to get ready,” he says with an apologetic smile. “Anyways, it went super well, and Aizawa called me into his classroom about an hour ago, and we talked about it and we went to the counselors and Principal Nezu and my parents came and-”

“Hitoshi! Breathe! Please!”

“Right, right, sorry,” he slowed down. “I-I did it, Y/N. They’re transferring me into the hero course,” he said, beaming.

“Oh my God,” you replied, shocked. You were so proud of him. He had worked so hard for everything he had. Of course you were sad to see your best friend leave for another class, but it was worth it. He deserved everything that was happening to him. “I-I don’t even know what to say! That’s incredible! I mean, this is it! Everything you’ve ever worked for is-”

“It’s all coming true. This is it. I’m in the hero course now, and I’m stronger than ever. All I have to do is train and graduate and that’s it. I've reached the starting line to becoming a pro. This is literally the key to unlocking everything I have ever wanted.”

You had tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. Don’t you dare fucking cry, bitch, I will literally kill you. Your thoughts were in vain. You let out a sob as tears started pouring from your eyes and you captured Shinso in a hug.

“Oof!” He let out a sound of surprise as you embraced him. You had never really been physical with each other, never touching or hugging as some best friends do. You knew that if you did your affections would only intensify, and you weren’t trying to torture yourself. This, however, was an exception. He didn’t really know how to react, so he awkwardly hugged you back with one arm while the other one pet your hair.

“Why are you crying??” he asked incredulously.

You started crying even harder, your words barely even comprehensible. “I don’t know. Because you’ve worked so hard, and you’ve gone through so much, and it’s finally working out, not that I’m shocked because I’ve always known you would do it, you know, eventually, but it’s here, and it’s happening, and I’m so proud of you for every-”

“Y/N! Breathe. Please,” he said with a chuckle. You tilted your head up to look at him and were met with his same old playful smirk and intense violet eyes. Your faces were very, very close to each other. All of a sudden, you were very aware of his warm, hard chest pressing against you and the abrupt tension in the room.

Shinso’s face turned serious, and he swallowed before speaking. “Listen, there’s something I-”

“Oh crap!” You pulled away from him and took a step back. “I’m so sorry! I think I got a little makeup on your shirt!” you said, gesturing to the two little black splotches on his white button-down. Shit. Touching him felt really good. Reminder to never ever do that again.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. It’ll wash out,” he said, smirking again.

“Right, sorry. What were you saying?”

His wide eyes met yours. “Oh, uh, nothing,” he said, scratching the back of his neck, which was turning a subtle shade of pink. “So, I’ve gotta go pack and move dorms and stuff. They want me over there as soon as possible. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Right. Later, ‘Toshi,” you responded with a little wave.

You watched as he walked down the hallway. He stopped halfway and turned around. “I wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for you, you know. You were always there for me, and you gave me hope when I wanted to give up and advice when I was being rash. You were there for me when everyone else was too afraid. I just… Thank you. You’re just... important to me. That’s all,” he said, looking at the ground and scratching his neck.

“I never doubted you for a second ‘Toshi,” you responded with a prominent blush rising to your cheeks. “Just remember us little people when you’re the number one hero in Japan,” you joked.

He looked at you with a twinkle in his eyes. “Duh,” he responded with a grin, before spinning around and leaving you abandoned in the hallway.

I love you, Hitoshi.

That was the last time you spoke to him.

He never contacted you or tried to reach out after that day. At first, you figured he was just busy with his crazy new schedule. But then a month passed. And then three.

You were sitting on your balcony with Chikuchi, eating takeout as a cool breeze sent a shiver through your body. “If he wanted to reach out, he would,” you said, stabbing at a piece of chicken with a chopstick.

“I’m sure he’s got a good explanation. You should go talk to him,” Chikuchi advised. “And stop demolishing your chicken.”

You sighed. “I don’t want to make the first move. He’s the one who left, and he’s probably still adjusting. If he wants to talk to me, he can do it when he’s ready. But I don’t think he does.”

“Why on earth would you think that? You two have been best friends forever. Of course he misses you.”

“That’s what I thought at first, too. But then I started thinking about it,” you said with another sigh. “When we became friends in middle school, everyone else hated him. They were scared of his quirk and treated him like a villain. I was the only one nice to him. I was the only one open to being his friend. I was his only option.” The cold air made you shiver. “And then, when he told me he wanted to apply to UA, it was me who suggested we both apply to general studies. I wanted to follow him. And I did.”

“So?” responded Chikuchi. “What does that mean?”

“Ever since we first met I’ve been following along after him. I never really stopped to consider whether or not he wanted me to. To be honest, I probably kinda forced myself onto him,” you said, staring at your socks. “Now that fate has separated us and he isn’t chasing me back, well… I wonder if he ever really liked me in the first place, or if I was more of a last resort or maybe a charity case.”

“Why don’t you just call him? Tell him exactly what you told me. Shinso has always been honest and down to earth about his feelings. Just ask him about it. You love him, don’t you?” she asked, placing a hand on yours.

You stayed silent for a good minute, cheeks reddening. “Was I that obvious?”

Chikuchi chuckled, “You both were. It was obvious he liked you a lot, too. He treated you differently than he did everyone else. He was never happier than when he was around you.”

Tears were threatening to spill out of your eyes. You took a deep breath and sighed. “I think you’re wrong,” you said. “Thanks for talking to me, but I should go to bed now,” you said, standing and walking back inside the dorms. When Chikuchi finally left, you cried into your pillow for hours. I love you, Hitoshi.

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You step off of the elevator into a massive penthouse apartment, pulling a wagon with a five-tier dark green cake inside of it. Even though you weren’t scheduled to work today, you offered to drop the cake off for Minori, causing you to be about half an hour early for the party.

You look to your left and see Shinso hanging streamers and balloons from the staircase. Oh my God, his ass in those pants is- He notices you walking into the room.

“Hey! Glad you could make it!” he says, dropping his balloon and walking towards you.

“Yeah! Me too!” you say with an awkward laugh. “Holy shit, Hito- uh ahem” you let out a fake cough. Oh, shit are we still on a first-name basis? We haven’t spoken in years. Maybe I should call him Shinso? Shoot I don’t wanna offend him, though. “Uh, sir, your house is massive!” ‘Sir.’ Of everything you could have picked you chose ‘sir.’ Dumbass.

“Sir? No need to be so formal; I’m the same old ‘Toshi.” He smirks playfully. “Just buffer and taller,” he says, teasing. You feel your cheeks flush red. “Uh, anyways,” he says, scratching his neck, “this is where Midoriya lives. Bakugo had a key and let us in because it’s a surprise party and everything. Midoriya’s on patrol, but he should be back in about an hour. Sooo, you wanna help decorate? You can help me on the stairs.”

You look at the half-decorated railing on the huge staircase. Shit, I can’t be alone with him. It’d be so awkward. “Right, but, umm,” you glance around the room, trying to find an escape route. “But you’re almost done! And it looks like they’ve barely even started in the dining room! I should help over there,” you say, hurriedly turning away and making a beeline to a box of party decorations on the table. You notice a familiar head of pink hair pulling a large green and yellow table cloth from the box. “Mina? Is that you?”

“Y/N? Ohmagosh it’s been too long! I didn’t know you’d be here!”

“Yeah, Shinso just invited me yesterday!” You catch up with your old friend whilst the two of you tackle decorating the dining room and kitchen.

Shinso sits alone at the bottom of the staircase, watching as crowds of people slowly begin to trickle into the apartment.

“Dude, are you okay? You’ve been sulking for the past thirty minutes,” Denki says plopping down beside him. “It’s because she’s here isn’t it?”

“I’m glad she’s here. I just don’t know what to say to her. She was my best friend, and then I totally ignored her existence for three years. She’s got to be pissed and probably confused. What the hell am I supposed to say?”

“She might appreciate an explanation? You’ve told me about how things went down with you two. I’m sure she’d understand.”

Shinso lets out a sigh, “She doesn’t even want to be alone with me. Not that I blame her. I really fucked things up.”

“Yeah, you did. And I’ve been watching you beat yourself up over it for years. Fix it now. Because I doubt you’ll get another chance,” Denki tells him.

“I guess you’re right. No time like the present. Thanks,” says Shinso, standing up and heading towards you and Mina.

You stand next to the punch bowl with Mina, who is on her fourth cup of punch. “You don’t think this is spiked do you?” you ask, pouring the fruity drink into a plastic cup.

“If it isn’t yet, I’m sure it will be soon,” she giggles.

You look up and see Hitoshi heading in your direction. Just as you’re about to flee to the bathroom, Bakugo steps off of the elevator yelling, “He’s on his way up! Hide, idiots!”

Someone turns off the lights, making it difficult to see where you’re going. You begin searching for a decent hiding place. You try plopping yourself behind the counter next to Mina and a few others, but there simply isn’t enough room. You begin to panic as you hear the elevator getting closer. Crap crap crap. You spot a door just off to the right of the kitchen and run to it. Without checking to see what’s in it, you fling the door open and throw yourself into a small pantry, closing the door behind you. You realize the room isn’t empty as you had previously hoped when you run into a tall, hard figure. “Shoot, sorry, I didn’t realize someone was in here,” you whisper apologetically.

“Don’t worry about it,” the figure whispers back with a deep voice.

“So, when are we supposed to jump out?”

“Watch for the light under the door. When Deku turns it on we’re all gonna hop out.”

You are suddenly very aware of this person’s proximity to you. The two of you are practically spooning, not that either of you can help it in the cramped space. “Hey sorry, we’re just very close to one another,” you whisper, trying to adjust yourself to make the position a little less awkward.

“Oh right, sorry, maybe I can-” the person goes to move in the same direction as you, causing you to bump heads. “Ouch!” you say in unison.

You giggle. “Maybe we should just freeze?”

“Yeah, maybe,” the tall figure chuckles.

Just then, you spot a light flicker on from the crack underneath the door. Scrambling to twist the doorknob, you and the figure clearly have the same idea and bump heads again, but not before getting the door open. “Ah! Surprise!” you exclaim as you feel your foot trip over someone else’s. You try to latch onto the figure’s arm to stop yourself from falling but wind up taking him down with you. You feel the back of your head smack against the kitchen tiles and a heavy body falls on top of your own. “Shit,” you grimace, closing your eyes and rubbing the back of your head. “Well, that felt great.” You slowly open your eyes only to be met with worried lavender irises.

“Guess that pantry was a little too small for us, huh?” says Shinso, trying to laugh off the embarrassing moment. “Let’s go get you an ice pack, yeah?”

“Yeah, good idea,” you respond, standing and accepting Shinso’s help as the rest of the party-goers swarm Deku.

The two of you make your way to the freezer where Shinso digs out some frozen peas. “It’s kind of loud in here. Have you got a headache or anything?” he asks, voice full of concern.

You nod your head, feeling tears slowly starting to pool in your eyes. “No worries, come with me,” Shinso grabs your hand and leads you upstairs to Deku’s bedroom and out onto his private balcony.

He leads you to a bench and hands you the bag of frozen peas. “I hope you didn’t get a concussion or anything. Mind if I take a closer look?”

“Go ahead,” you answer, already feeling better from breathing in the fresh air and getting away from the now ear-splitting music pumping throughout the penthouse.

Shinso sits next to you on the bench and places a gentle hand behind your head, feeling around the area. “Yikes. You’re gonna have a pretty good-sized knot here in the morning. Wanna go to the doctor or anything?”

“Thanks, but I’m already feeling a little better. I should probably just head home and get some rest. You know these kinds of parties and stuff have never been my scene anyway,” you respond with a smile.

“Yeah. Yeah, I remember,” he says almost solemnly, looking at his feet. He looks back up into your eyes, moving to take his hand off you but pausing on your cheek for a moment. He sits there and stares for a long moment, searching your eyes for something. You just stare back. After what feels like an eternity, he removes his hand from your face. You release the breath you didn’t know you were holding. He clears his throat, never breaking eye contact. “Well, ya know,” he starts, “these kinds of parties and stuff were never really my scene, either. And what kind of hero would I be if I let a damsel in distress walk home all alone?”

You finally break eye contact, feeling a blush rising to your cheeks and a fluttering in your tummy. “Thanks, Hitoshi, but I’d hate to pull you away from all you friends, especially on Deku’s birthday,” you say, rejecting his offer.

“Oh, come on,” he says, rising to his feet, “You know I’d much rather hang with you anyway.”

You smile and reach for his outstretched hand. “Okay. If you say so.”

He leads you through the crowds and down the elevator. “Oh hey. Believe it or not, I finally read Pride and Prejudice a few months ago.”

“Oh my God! Seriously? I tried to get you to read it for years! What’d you think?”

“Oh, it was positively atrocious. I couldn’t even finish it.”

“What?? But- but it’s a classic!” you argue as he slides in next to you in the cab.

“Riiiight. Yeah, I dunno if romance is my thing.”

“Man. It’s been, like, three years and you still have no taste.”

“Well at least I’m not a thief,” he says, matter-of-factly.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Shinso gestures towards the bag of frozen peas laying next to you on the seat.

“I-Wha- Well that’s not my fault!” you defend yourself. “I have a head injury you asshole,” you say, giving him a playful shove.

He chuckles, “Heh. Yeah, sure. Whatever you say.”

#hitoshi shinso x reader #shinso x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x reader #friends to lovers #bnha #mha #shinso smut #shinsou smut #my hero academia smut #my hero academia #boku no hero academia smut #boku no hero academia #i am so cared to post this ya'll pls be nice #but still critique me #just like nicely #part 2 should be out later tonight

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z-zonk · 3 years ago

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***Rating: 18+

***Warnings: Angst!, Hurt maybe Comfort, Mentions of mental health (reader is going through it), somewhat corrupt Hero society, implied tulmultuous relationship with family, Some violence involving the reader, eventual smut, Smut and fluff! (warnings may change/will be updated)

***Pairing: Pro Hero! Izuku Midoriya X Fem!Reader

***Summary:

The man continued to twist and contort. A desperate trembling hand reached out for you, as if you hadn’t been the cause of his pain. You continued to jot down notes. Ignoring his incoherent pleas for help.

From the corner of your eye you saw the woman run past you. You were sure she was making a break for it with the bag her partner was holding previously. You expected her to get out of the store, but not far from the area.

What you weren’t expecting was the sudden flash of green light. It was followed by a violent rush of air. The woman flew across the room, her body crashing into the decorative wall panelling. She fell to the floor along with some debris.

Well, that wasn’t part of the plan.

In the doorway, standing at an inconceivable height was the Symbol of Hope. Number one hero Deku.

‘This definitely didn’t look good’ you thought to yourself as you stood over the nearly incapacitated man.

This didn’t look good at all.

Masterlist-

1) A Broken String of Pearls

2) A Message from Kacchan

3) The Catsuit is a Deterrent

4) Another Hero Society Conspracy

5) To be Seen

6) Down a Dark Alley

7) Classified

8) The Eighth Floor has Eyes

9) Contracted

10) Feeling Eachother up and out

11) Mindjack

12) A Day On

13) A Day Off

14) Sake and Doodles

15) Missed Calls

16) A Dash of Deceptive Honesty

17) Touches of Domesticity

18) Done Better

19) Cut Once

#izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #mha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #boku no academia #bnha #mha angst #x reader #pro hero deku #my fic #deku x y/n #deku x reader #izuku mydoria #izuku #midoriya izuku #bnha fanfiction #mha fic #bnha fic #TTWH

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burnedbyshoto · 4 years ago

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I really hate you

— Shinsou knows he shouldn’t trust villains. Especially villains who make his mind spin and stomach twist in joy. But there’s something about you that keeps him coming back for more.

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pairing: pro hero!shinsou hitoshi x villain fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, a little bit of juicy plot, pro hero!au, reader is a villain, betrayal, biting, marking, collaring, cursing, hate sex, rooftop sex, body liquids, angst

word count: 8,180

a/n: i like deception :) being a chem TA is pretty fun, except when im in lab for 8 am until 4 pm. listen,,, I also really liked this prompt I made last night because the one I had before wasn’t spicy enough for me anymore. I hope you enjoy though! like comment and share for the algorithm (jk been watching too many tikytokys)

kinktober day 8 main kink: collaring

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When the sun sets, and the moon is high in the sky, and the chill of the bitter cold winds raise ceaseless goosebumps on your arms, and the only people who are up are drunken businessmen and tiresome students, it is a common belief that this is when the freaks come out.

The freaks come out to play at night.

You are one of these freaks.

Heh.

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Shinsou nodded at his friends as he walked through the doors of the agency he worked at. Despite the power of his quirks ability, he was an underground hero (unless the ultra-rare occasion where they needed his quirk in the limelight); he was stationed within a large, well-known agency and was one of the founding heroes there at that. His ability to be hidden from the bright lights of the world were both easy and challenging; most of the world knew him as the kid from UA’s Sports Festival that went toe to toe with nearing number one Pro-Hero Deku. It both irked and embarrassed him when that event was brought up; on the one hand, it was true! He had nearly beat Midoriya during that final stage. Yet, on the other hand, their memories seemed to recall some crazy quirk-fueled fistfight where Midoriya had broken his entire body in the duration of their fight.

‘No,’ he often found himself responding back to the gentlemen and ladies who would awe at his school-day adventures, ‘there was a fistfight, but Midoriya handled it without using his quirk except to snap him out of my quirk.’

They always looked embarrassingly horrified by their faulty memory when they pulled the clip up on Youtube, their bows quick in apology before they made off.

But people recognizing him from that was rare as it gets, fortunately even with the large agency stapled to his alias, he was quite good at his job—a shadow in the night, an urgent whisper to the villain freaks who roamed the night.

“Ah, Shinsou-chan!” Kaminari pouted, his body draping over his purple-haired friend as Shinsou moved to change from his regular clothes into the black triple-weave kevlar of his hero suit. He had once sported a black cotton-like costume akin to Aizawa, but after many, many gun shootings and stabbing incidents, he figured he needed something sturdier.

“What is it?” he asked, rising up from his bent position so that Kaminari couldn’t take advantage of his slouched form.

Shinsou’s tired, purple eyes met the exhausted pair of Kaminari.

“Today was so hard,” Kaminari sighed, his lip still put into the stupid pout, and he slumped onto the bench behind Shinsou. His feet were spread before him, fingers drumming onto his directional equipment. “Since it’s winter, the night comes sooo much earlier now. I swear some weirdos really appear out of the woodworks when the night comes! Like just before I was going to make my way back here, I swear I saw Aizawa-sensei hanging out on the rooftops like some super-secret ninja, right?”

Shinsou frowned. He knew his mentor turned friend was actually on vacation at the moment in Hawaii. Something he thought, at the very least, was long overdue.

“Aizawa is in Hawaii right now,” Shinsou quickly spoke, his hands buckling the belt on his pants, before moving to lace up his boots.

“Oh fuck, I told Todoroki he was in Seoul,” Kaminari cursed, the palm of his hand hitting his forehead.

“Good going, who knows what weird message or gift he’ll end up sending to Aizawa now,” Shinsou couldn’t help the small smirk from spreading on his face at that note.

After being accepted into the Hero Course over in UA, Shinsou couldn’t help but be initially disappointed when he was placed within Class 1-B — Class 2-B at that point — simply because his mentor was with Class 1-A. The initial disappointment didn’t last very long when he got to know the rest of Class 2-B better, and he saw that while 2-A possessed raw talent, 2-B were more well-defined with a much bigger take-no-shit mentality that he appreciated more. That and 2-A were being strangled by a new villain of the month far too often, and Shinsou just wanted nothing more than to graduate from high school.

Still, his lack of enrollment in Class 2-A didn’t mean that he didn’t see the rambunctious, nearly intolerable group of twenty in class 2-A. As a matter of fact, he thought he saw them a bit more than he’d like. Aizawa was his mentor, so he understood seeing him around, but for some reason, 2-A was never too far away. As soon as Shinsou was admitted into the Hero Course and the two hero classes had weekly meals together, which meant that to him, just the slightest bit, 2-A felt like an unwanted, annoying, ugly stepchild.

So no, Shinsou could not tell you 2-A’s inside class jokes, but he knew a lot more about the forty other hero students than he’d ever like to admit.

And through his knowledge, he knew that the ever so powerful Todoroki Shouto was an idiot, probably a bigger one than Kaminari.

“I hate that you call Aizawa-sensei just…” Kaminari trailed off, a disgusted shiver running down his spine as if it sickened him to remove the single formality.

“Aizawa,” Shinsou said once more.

“Stop.”

“Aizawa.”

“Hitoshi!”

“Aizawa.”

“PLEASE!”

“Shouta.”

Kaminari hit the floor, his chest heaving with fake, bitter sobs while Shinsou couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of his over-dramatic friend on the ground. He had to admit, Shouta felt weird on his tongue too.

“Stop making a huge deal about how Aizawa and I are closer than you are,” Shinsou half-joked half-told-the-truth.

He was more than well aware of his mentor’s former students trying to become even closer to their beloved homeroom teacher. All doing it in their own ways, all relatively unsuccessful because unknown to them (but not Shinsou), Aizawa already loved them all thoroughly, not that he’ll ever tell them.

“I DIDN’T MEAN TO SHAVE OFF MITTENS FUR!”

Oh yeah, that had lost a lot of love points for Kaminari.

Sighing softly, Shinsou placed his newly replaced coiled capturing weapon around his shoulders, and his artificial vocal cords mask onto his chest until he was off on patrol.

“Why’d you think you saw Aizawa?” he asked again, trying to finish the conversation so that he could leave. It felt like it was going to be a long night if Kaminari confirmed where his thoughts were already trailing.

“Hm?” Kaminari finally looked up from his puddle of tears on the floor, tears streaking all over his face, small charges of electricity humming off it. He blinked once, twice, his eyes shooting to the ceiling as if the answer was there before his fist came down to hit his open palm in a flash of realization. “Oh, I remember! There was this person, obviously not Aizawa-sensei, standing by the edge of a building watching everyone below. Hair whipping in the wind and his capturing weapon fluttering around them!”

Just as Shinsou thought.

“Where did you see her?”

“Her?!”

“Where, Kaminari?”

“Uh… well, I guess by Gramps convenience store. Don’t tell me this is some super sexy megafan of yours! Wait… do tell me, or… no, I’ll get jealous if you’re having rooftop sex with — eh?! where are you going?! Hitoshi?!”

“My shift started two minutes ago,” Shinsou explained, one of his hands lifting in a wave as he exited the locker room, his heart hammering quickly, knowing just who he was going to need to track down tonight.

…

It was dark.

Shinsou’s eyes squinting as he hopped from one rooftop onto the other, his capturing device assisting him in clearing the dooming crevice. He wasn’t exactly the most physically threatening, and unfortunately, that also meant he wasn’t exactly the greatest at parkour type movements, although he was getting better. Maybe had he started to ask for earlier shifts, where he would be out when the sun was, he could get better faster.

It was tricky with only the moonlight to guide him, but that’s what he could get at the moment.

As he scuffled through the gravel rooftop of one of the abandoned buildings, Shinsou found himself squinting at the figure in the distance. The one perched near what Kaminari oh so fondly refers to as Gramps convenience store.

He studied the form of the picture still person, noticing if it wasn’t for the slight wind through your hair and twisting capturing weapon around your neck, he would think you’re a statue. But he knows better now, he’s known better for quite some time now.

“What’re you doing out here, y/l/n?” Shinsou found himself speaking the moment he stepped behind you, hands shoving into his pant pockets.

You didn’t move, nor did you respond, your body still completely still while peering down at the empty world fascinated on who knows what.

“Y/l—”

“How can I help ya, Mindjack-senpai?” you interrupted him, your gaze still not removed from the world below the building. “I hear it’s supposed to be a busy night tonight.”

Shinsou paused, his brows scrunching at your words.

It was plain to see to Heroes that you were a villain, you did what you wanted when you wanted, whatever the price, but if there was one thing Shinsou had learned with this rather weird cat and mouse game the two of you played time and time again was that you didn’t lie.

What was happening?

“A busy night?” Shinsou questioned, his quirk still unactivated, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to Brainwash an answer out of you anyways. “Where at?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Mr. Hero?” you teased slowly, and Shinsou had to deny the way that the way your head finally turned to lock eyes with his made his stomach clench.

It meant nothing.

Nothing at all.

“You know what happens when you slight me,” Shinsou couldn’t help but warn, the bandages on his neck rising under his command. But your eyes blinked slowly, lips spreading into a lazy, cunning smile.

“And you know what happens when you underestimate me,” you returned, fingers gliding against his old weapon — yes, old weapon. Just two months ago, just before your last arrest, you had viciously stolen it from him, your foot crushing his vocal cords while you managed to pry the weapon from his broken fingers. “Anyways, Mindjack-senpai, it’s a bit unethical of you, a hero, to be threatening me in such a way! I’m just a poor girl waiting for the love of my life to show up.”

“And have they?”

You blink, a soft giggle escaping your lips as you nod, “I got him right where I want him.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Shinsou snapped despite the lick of warmth against his chest and cheeks. “I’ll have you arrested again.”

Now, this has you turning from the edge of the building, you sit on the ledge of the building, fingers supporting your head as you stare at him without fear. Shinsou really fucking hated how fast you riled him up.

“Arrested? But Mr. Mindjack-senpai, didn’t you know?” you ask, the taunt evident in your voice, the twinkle in your eye devastatingly bright. “I’m a changed woman. I’m what you call a hero now. You wouldn’t arrest an innocent heroine, could you?”

“You’re hardly innocent,” Shinsou responded back smoothly and deftly, not at all yet entirely impressed by you. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

He blamed his deep impressions of you on the stupid black and purple attire you wore.

“Well, you know as well as I do that I just got out, but I feel like except what happened two days ago, I’ve really changed,” you emptily promise, pushing off the ledge, sauntering closer to Shinsou until he felt the tip of your nose brush against his. “I’ll make sure to think about you whenever… bad feelings come up.”

He prays you don’t see the scarlet flush on his face.

You’re already back at the ledge when he blinks, and he watches you raise two fingers to your temple in a mock salute as you wink at him.

“You didn’t hear it from me, but two blocks east, seven blocks south from the heart of Tokyo is where you’ll find trouble,” you inform him, dropping the salute as you turn to run.

But Shinsou wants his damn weapon back.

“Y/l/n, wait!”

“Yes—?”

You froze at the ledge, your eyes spacing out, and Shinsou sighed, moving to collect his weapon from you until you suddenly dove off the building, a burst of cheerful laughter on your tongue.

“Oh, I forgot to tell ya!” you screamed from the next building over, your fingers threading through the alloy metal cloths. “I got some earbuds just for when you’re around! They make your voice into electrical signals just for me! So guess what?!”

Shinsou didn’t need you to complete that sentence in order for him to realize what you had just gotten your hands onto.

As long as you wore those, his quirk was useless against you.

Despite knowing that a villain held the key to his demise as a hero, he chuckled, running a hand through his short purple hair.

You really were something.

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Shinsou never took himself as an especially suspicious person.

He figured he had days where he was suspicious of some people the correct amount, especially when they had the most painted on emotions he’s ever seen. Some days he was overly trusting and blamed tight smiles on something acute to nerves. Without meaning to brag, he felt like he was healthily suspicious of people, unlike others he knew who wouldn’t dare to interact with anyone new or would spill their darkest secret to anyone who would listen.

But there was something entirely, conspicuously suspicious with how you were behaving.

Winter had long passed, the long winter nights and graveyard shifts of endless freak encounters had worn a hole in his patience and boots. The spring season was beginning to end, and the warm days and nights of summer were setting on his skin.

Six full months of you, the first-ever villain he had fought as a Pro Hero, the first-ever villain to have openly flirted with him and to have him flirt back, being suspiciously… kind.

Every shift of his, he would find you waiting for him on one of the regular rooftops. Every time he would check in with the database to make sure you weren’t wanted for some crime to find that you were innocent. Every time he would feel pissed off because you wore those earbuds that rendered his quirk useless and you somehow mastered the capturing weapon within weeks.

Now Shinsou didn’t pout, he really didn’t, but there were moments where you would appear from behind him, finger swiping down his spine as you effortlessly twirled around him, a stupid sly grin on your face as you held onto the collar of his hero costume.

“Don’t pout, Mindjack-senpai, I’m here now,” you’d purr each and every time.

He loved the dangerous purr to your voice, the way your eyes hooded over, peering at him through your eyelashes, but he knew better. He had to know better. It wasn’t that villains were terrible people per se; he’d learned a lot of villains were just thoroughly sick of being mistreated (and he had wondered what would have happened if he had been denied from UA… would he be one?). He knew that for the most part, you were quite harmless, merely sticking your nose where it didn’t belong, living a life to your personal laws and rules.

It didn’t make you evil, merely dangerous.

But he had a job to do where even if it was justifiable to beat the ever-living shit out of your sister's abuser, nearly murdering him in rage and refusing to calm down when Shinsou had arrived on the scene with the use of his quirk didn't hold up well in court. It had started this long chain of events where you had absolutely hated him for a time as you were forced to stay overnight in a jailhouse. And many horrible days afterward where you performed what Shinsou had thought to be illegal actions only to find that no, they weren’t. As a matter of fact, entirely legal because Japan had yet to update their codes.

Long after he had discovered this, you had returned to actual crime, your physical ability growing by leaps and bounds as he ran after you after catching you doing something dangerously illegal. Shinsou was a proud hero and was incredibly proud of the impact he made as a Pro Hero, but it was clear as day, even to him, that he often let you slip through his fingers. Like a child opening their cupped fingers and wondering why the water had left.

He wasn’t sure what it was about you that made him act this way, but he certainly didn’t wish to find out.

“So what’s on the schedule today, Mindjack-senpai?” you asked, appearing from the shadows of the rooftop, not scaring Shinsou in the slightest as this was always where you greeted him. “Are we saving the Prime Minister today? Stealing — I mean, protecting those stupid bedazzled eggs in the museum? Perhaps solving an unsolvable case?”

“Smooth,” Shinsou snarked, his tired purple eyes piercing through your bright ones that seemed undoubtedly excited. “How many times do I gotta tell you that there aren't that many actual case assignments? Besides, most team-ups happen in the morning when I’m asleep.”

“Being a hero is so boring!”

“You’re not a hero.”

“Am too!” Shinsou snorted, turning on his heel and began walking away, listening to your footsteps running after him to keep up with his long paces as you cried that out.

“No.”

“Yes!”

“No.”

“Yes!”

Shinsou stopped, his eyebrow raised in slight forced annoyance but much more amusement, when you spun in front of him, hand on his chest, cheeks puffing with your heavy breathes.

“Look!”

Tilting his head back, Shinsou grunted when your phone was shoved in his face. “What is this?”

“Hero Commission Regulation Handbook, page fifty-four, Article three, sub-article twenty-three,” you chirped, turning your phone back to yourself so that you may read it correctly. “It states that besides attending hero school like a bunch of nerds, civilians have the option of securing internships with approved Pro Heroes and work side by side with them for six months! Once finishing their internships, said Pro Hero must simply sign my licensing papers and bam, a hero I’ll become.”

“And which sniveling hero did you get to do your dirty work?” Shinsou scoffed, not at all buying the notion that you of all people wanted to become a hero. A vigilante at best, an anti-hero much more realistically, and staying a villain as default.

“You,” you smirked, winking at him before turning on your heel and sauntering off, knowing full well the patterns of his routines.

Shinsou sighed, but he let a familiar smirk fall on his face as he walked after you, enjoying the way you glanced back at him with your wide clear eyes. But that suspicious, gut feeling didn’t leave his core, no matter how sweet and beautiful he found your smile.

“So, Mindjack-senpai, who are we apprehending today?”

“You want me to sign your paper this entire time, and you’ve been addressing me as senpai?” Shinsou commented, his weapon shooting off to a nearby building, snapping straight in his hand when it was ready. “Where are your manners? It’s Mindjack-sensei to you.”

He didn’t wait for your response, choosing to swing off the ledge of the building with no hesitation, but a part of him wished he could have heard the sound of your laugh he only seemed to hear through the streaming, far away air.

…

While usually, Shinsou didn’t have actual cases during his patrols, this job, after all, was much more spontaneous than anything else, today was different.

Today was different altogether, really.

First off, he showed up to work when the sun was still up just to get his meeting intel down in time for him to be out on the scene in time. He had nodded plenty, silently taking in Creati’s information on the drug cartel they wanted to in the next few weeks take down for numerous charges. The creation of dangerous, illegal drugs, prostitution rings, robbery, and murder being the main ones. It was some bigger stuff, so they needed all the evidence they could get.

Shinsou stared at the faces of the more prominent names of the cartel, studying every crook, nanny, and scar on their faces as Creati simply ended with where they focused down onto where their drug creating facilities were at, but still needed confirmation. “They’re pretty difficult to get to without knowing where they are,” Creati admitted, handing him a GPS. “You’ll need this.” He would be the first to start evidence gathering; after all, his old classmates would begin tomorrow.

So he had left, going to the first hideout and finding out it was completely empty. Not a single spec of evidence remaining, not a secret door or trap to get him to where they could be hiding from sight.

So was the next.

And the next.

Something sat weirdly in his stomach as he began walking towards the final one on his list, and he froze when he saw lights shifting and moving from around the building. Quickly, Shinsou hopped to higher grounds, his phone already out, ready to take pictures. He lay low to the rooftop, practically army crawling to get to place to place as he neared the windows on the rooftop, allowing him to peer in onto the building he was scouting to find precisely what he needed.

The entire building was a drug production spot.

His eyes scanned the building floor, singling out ten of the twelve main heads on the cartel, and he smirked. Perfect.

“Whatcha doing here, Mindjack-sensei?” your voice whispered millimeters from his ear, and Shinsou bit his tongue harshly to keep the instinctual scream from ruining his covert operation.

He snapped his head over to you, eyes slightly furious, eyebrows knitted tightly as he looked to see you leaning toward him. You were in a different outfit today, completely black, drowning you out in the night. He blinked; even the capturing weapon he had still been unsuccessful in stealing back from you was pitch black.

“What’re you wearing?”

“Do you like it?” you asked, straightening up and twirling for him as if you were wearing a magnificent dress and not personally created ‘hero’ clothes. “Ah, I hoped you would! Sorry, I had to get rid of the purple. I just felt it made me look too cute, right? I know I can’t have villains falling for me like you had me falling for you!”

Shinsou did not blush, no he didn’t, “shut up.”

“So what are we looking for today?” you asked, pressing down onto the floor beside him. Your arm touching his as pressed your face towards the glass. “Is this a stakeout?”

“Less stakeout, more information gathering,” Shinsou grumbled, typing some needed notes onto a file on his phone. It seemed to him that there was plenty here for the drug making charges. “We’re trying to get their bigger names caught in the action.”

“Oh, I thought heroes just burst in whenever they wanted, that’s what they do in the movies. Plus, you always threaten me with being arrested with no evidence,” you giggle, shifting closer to the glass, smile wide on your face.

“After saying that, say goodbye to me signing off that paper of yours,” he grunted, slipping his phone back into his pocket while you scrunch your nose at him. Shinsou couldn’t help but stare at you as the palms of your hands supported your chin as you hummed some song he couldn’t recognize.

“Ne, Mindjack-sensei, did you get the big boss?” you asked, your finger pressed against the cold glass, and Shinsou frowned, returning his head to the glass.

Right where you were pointing was, in fact, the head of the cartel. He was horrendously scrawny, holding no sense of fear or malice, and Shinsou wondered what his quirk could be that he was in charge of an operation such as this one.

“Oh, his right-hand man came too! All twelve are here!” you cheered quietly as Shinsou took documentation on his phone, and that suspicious rock in his stomach finally made sense at this second.

“Y/l/n?” he asked, head turning toward yours, tired eyes glinting with emotions he didn’t know how to handle.

“Mhm?”

“How did you know there were twelve main members, and how’d they look like?”

Silence.

Shinsou’s lips pulled back into a snarl, his canines glinting as he locked eyes with yours that were wide with shock and disbelief.

“How’d you find me—?”

He watched you lean away from the glass, fingers shooting to your earpieces. And with the inkling of suspicion sprinting through his veins, the purple-haired hero still found that he moved too slow.

BOOM!!!!

He blacked out when his body flew with the explosion.

...

Ringing.

Pain.

Numbness.

Shinsou could only hear ringing in his ears as soot and ashes fell down from the sky, falling on his body, coating his gaping, open mouth as he tried to breathe, trying to calm himself. Was he bleeding? Was he dying? Where was the explosion from? Were you okay?

His eyes blinked heavily, altogether so irregularly that Shinsou couldn’t help but feel he was out of his body when you reappeared in his sight. Your hand pressing to his cheeks sympathetically, eyes truly hurt as you shook your head, hand grabbing into his bloodied pocket to take his phone.

“I’m sorry,” your voice seemingly whispered, just loud enough for him to hear you through the ringing from the explosion. “You weren’t supposed to be here, Mindjack… these are the scumbags that hurt my friends and family. I couldn’t let them live. Plus… I didn't have a choice, they were competition.”

He spluttered, the warm goo of blood and saliva choking out of his mouth as he convulsed on the ground, his eyes watching as you went.

“See you later, hero.”

He tried to yell at you to come back, that you were a coward, a fucking menace that he would destroy the next time he saw you, but his voice failed to work. Nothing was working except his pain receptors, his heart that kept shoving blood into his lungs that he kept spitting up, but he saw flashing white and red lights as unconsciousness sank its jagged teeth into his neck.

An ambulance was here.

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It took four months to recover from the accident.

His hearing had been fucked up. Not even medical quirks had managed to save his hearing entirely. But hey, it did get him the chance for Bakugou Katsuki to come to his room, called him pathetic, and showed off his own hearing aid that he had needed since his quirk had damaged his own hearing. Not to mention that for the past four months, he had been teaching him sign language just in case.

He wasn’t alone, it seemed.

But it was four months, and he had recovered fully.

The hearing aid he required in his left ear still made his ear ache in pain, and he found that he liked it much better shoved in the back of a draw than anything else. But he knew it was dangerous to be a hero without his full hearing. If it hadn’t been for Bakugou’s trial through this all and the help of Hatsume Mei to create a more appropriate hearing aid for heroes, he wasn’t sure if he would still be here — working that is.

But today — or well, night — was a new day, and he was going to push ahead. He could do this, no sweat, no problem.

Well, that was until an all too familiar figure sat perched on a ledge on his usual route, legs swaying in the air as uncontrolled rage bubbled in his chest. It wasn’t entirely your fault, but a large part of Shinsou was embarrassed to have been caught up in all of this because of you. He had trusted you above all else even when his instincts yelled at him not to because he knew what it was like to be painted as a villain, and he had hoped by letting you in more, you would have changed. He thought you had.

But you hadn’t.

Not one bit.

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You sat at the edge of the building, already having heard the loud crunch of Shinsou’s shoes against the gravel rooftop, but you didn’t turn around. You didn’t know how to face him, how to tell him that you were both sorry that he got caught up in your schemes, but that you weren’t sorry for what you had done. Those bastards had it coming.

“Give me one good reason not to push you off the building,” Shinsou growled, probably much louder than he intended.

Instead of answering, you shrugged.

You hadn’t brought the earbuds that would keep you from being immune to his quirk, and you slightly feared what would happen if you gave in to the whispers of his words. Would you blackout in a daze before coming back to normal only when placed in the prefectures jail? Would he actually attempt to kill you? You had no idea.

But you turned on the ledge, looking at his tired purple eyes that shook with his anger and betrayal. You had done a number on him.

“So, now you can’t seem to respond back to me?” he laughed bitterly, his teeth bared into a way too fierce smile, one that made your heart thump and sent a shiver down your spine. “What game do you think you’re playing?”

You still didn’t answer as you planted your feet back onto the rooftop and stood up, watching as his binds flared to life. Dancing and weaving around him in a dangerous coil of fabric, like a frilled dragon lion lizard extending its skin in a warning.

“Should’ve taken you down with that first time I found you,” he spat, his eyes narrowing as you took steps toward him, and the weapon seemed to snap at you. “Did your sister pull the same bullshit on him as you did me? Is that why he became ‘psycho?’”

Now that one nearly got the response out of you as fury thrummed through your veins as you were suddenly nose to nose. You couldn’t help it, but you knew there was no point in explaining your reasoning for doing what you did because he would never understand; he couldn’t.

So as his eyes flashed dangerously from your eyes, his breathing coming down harshly against your upper lip, the hatred he had for you (that was probably reignited from a year ago and make it double) simmered between the air between you and him. You couldn’t resist.

Your lips pressed against his in a simmering hot kiss.

Shinsou shoved you away, as quickly as you had pressed your mouth against his, but you were back on him before he could utter a word. Only that this time, he kissed you back with scalding, burning heat.

You never really knew how much smaller you were to Shinsou until you were on the tips of your toes to kiss him, his hands practically burning you as they gripped onto your hips, pulling you so close there was hardly any room to breathe. His kiss was hateful, spiteful, and full of unspoken passion the two of you had never addressed during the period that was good. It had been so good, but he was a hero, he would never understand.

His teeth bit harshly onto your lower lip, and you hissed, your fingers burying into his hair and tugging at the root of his hair as his tongue came and pressed dangerously against yours. His tongue was hot against yours, he was undoubtedly much more hotblooded than you were, and with his emotions heightened, he exhausted what.

Tongues clashed against one another, but it wasn’t even a battle of dominance; it was a battle to find who surrendered. There was to be no joy or excitement for whichever tongue prevailed, just the burning of the tears falling down your face and the acid taste on your tongue as he suckled on your pink muscle.

Your eyes were partially opened, watching his angry yet blank purple eyes meet yours, neither one of you allowing yourself to give in to the pure elation and sensation this was bringing. No, he wouldn’t allow it, and you wouldn’t have it.

The stubble of his beard scratched into your skin repetitively, feeling like sandpaper against your own skin as the kiss deepened, consuming the both of you on a whole new level as your crotches ground roughly against one another. Hisses and groans couldn’t stop pouring from your collective mouths, both of you hating yet craving more from this all. You couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he spoke to you like this, would he do something to you while you were like this? So when his massive, thick hand made contact with the underneath of your ass, scooping up your leg so that your covered cunt could now correctly grind into his hard cock, the weapon you stole from him a year ago bound around his neck, choking him, collaring him.

“I like my bitches chained up,” you mocked against his lips, but somehow, someway, Shinsou liked it.

You groaned loudly at the way Shinsou gasped for air against the makeshift collar, your grin widening as you nodded your head, pulling away from his mouth as the grin became a smirk. “Didn’t think you wanted to talk when we were fucking?” you lied, teeth biting onto his lower lip and sucking on it as your hips oh so artfully bucked against his covered cock. You could feel the growing slick in your panties beginning to feel uncomfortable with the lack of proper friction, and your head lolled backward when he slammed your core against his, devilishly grinding against you.

He picked up your other leg and dropped the both of you to the floor, the uncomfortable gravel stone floor digging painfully into your back, but you could care less. Shinsou’s mouth was already back on your body, scratchy, scraping kisses placed on your neck, making you moan out, legs wrapping around his waist as you cant your hips upward to grind into him.

Unamused with the lack of his hands on your body, you took his arms that were planted at your shoulders and pressed his heavy palms on your breasts, avoiding the pissed look in his eyes as his teeth marked you painfully. You actually shrieked in pain. The feeling of his teeth tearing through the skin on your neck, while his finger kneaded and pulled at your covered breasts. It was unashamedly painful with how he played with your breasts. He seemed to grow happier with every sound of distress you made.

Fisting your hands back into his hair, you pulled him back to your face level, your eyes fluttered at the way his clothed erection carded perfectly between your sopping wet cunt. Blood stained his mouth, making his teeth slightly orange in tint, and you clicked your teeth in partial anger and pain as your neck throbbed. Slamming your lips back against his, you almost gagged at the taste of iron that soared through your senses as his tongue wasted no time to seek yours out. His lips and fingers were so ardent, manipulating your every body movement, cry of pain and pleasure as thrumming hatred for the stupid, stubborn hero above you still coursed through your veins.

Sweat began to form at your temples as your lips gilded against his, your hips snapping up to meet his grinding hips, and an airy response keened from his mouth as you moaned loudly.

His incessantly grinding hips were making your legs shake with stimulation, your whines and whimpers for more opening like a flood gate as you finally stuck a hand between the two of you and shoved his pants to his knees. You dropped your legs from around his waist, and he assisted you in ripping your pants off from one side of your body, the fabric still clinging to your right leg, but you could hardly care. All you wanted was for him to plant his cock into your blazing heat and to fuck you, to claim you here on this rooftop that started and would end it all. You wanted him, his cock, and him.

“Fuck me,” you begged into his ear, and his back shivered with your words. You hooked your leg around his waist, carding his hot, throbbing cock against your soaked pussy, as you rolled your hips. “I want you to fuck me, fill me with his cock, and cum deep within me to show me just how much you fucking hate me.”

You cried out when his hand shot down to his cock to line it up with your squeezing, dripping hole, his mouth once again covering yours, kissing you aggressively, fueled with an emotion you could taste as bitter hatred. Your legs trembled as the tip of his cock continued to press against your entrance, not entirely entering it, not giving you friction to send you into a euphoric end. You could help the snarl that passed through your lips, your eyes angry beyond repair as the head of his cock continued to deny you. Whenever you tried to grind down, to force your walls around his cock, he went down with you, he wouldn’t allow it, and your cunt clenched against nothing as he gave you nothing.

Shinsou wheezes out a bitter chuckle, his hand raising his cock from between your soaked folds to slap his heavy, thick, and long length against your throbbing clit.

Hatred and desire soak your body, and you needily rub your clit against his cock, your hands shoving up his shirt to feel the scarred pattern of his back as you give him new ones that were produced by your nails.

“Don’t tease me, hero,” you snapped, fingers tearing into his skin to draw blood. “You fuck my pussy so good, right now, or I promise next time you’ll go out with that bomb too.”

That seems to do what you want because before those words settle on your nerves. His cock penetrates deeply within you, bottoming out entirely as your head thrashes back against the gravel of the floor, throbbing pain from that entirely ignorable because fuck, his cock was stretching you out. He was so thick, so fucking veiny that you could feel the pulsating veins on his cock pressing against your puffy, sensitive walls. You scream his name as the pleasure-filled pain pulses within you, your hips thrashing, wildly bucking in your attempt to calm from the sudden placement of his cock.

“Why are you so fucking big?” you splutter, a whining pitch to your voice as you clawed at his back, trying to separate your joined bodies but also trying to get even closer. “It’s so big, my walls feel like! Oh fuck, Shinsou, it feels like Imma split in two!”

It seems that Shinsou holds some great pride over those worse, because he growled deep in his chest, and his hips begin to fuck into you. It sends your hands to the base of his neck, clutching onto his skin with hope as you scream in pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the wet squelches fill the air and tickle your ears. The head of his cock keeps dragging against your spongy wall, brushing over your g-spot over and over again as if he knew where it was, as if it was common knowledge as he fucked you further into the gravel floor. It didn’t even hurt anymore, your skin singing with joy as his cock fucked you stupid.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me!” you whined, and Shiinsou made an approving noise.

He grunts as your cunt flutters and clenches around him, his balls hitting your skin in possibly bruising force and speed. And his pelvis crashing against your stings ever so slightly, but has you begging for more, sobbing for more.

Your vulgar words and moans are unstoppable at this point, your legs and thighs trembling as they are still circled around him, sometimes assisting you in coming up to meet his driving, drilling hips. You whine into his ear, your mouth pressing blind and sloppy kisses against his slick with sweat neck.

It’s when both his hands bring your hips up to him, his cock finally bottoming out entirely within you, does the most primal moan rip through your mouth. You convulse underneath him, trying to move as the head of his cock buries against your cervix, poking your womb with power and speed that has you swearing behind the blackness of your vision that this sensation brings. You can see the entire galaxy, the world lighting up when his cock leaves the thin wall, and you gasp, shocked that the heat and slick of your cunt is still going. You tremble underneath him, wordless cries pittering from your mouth while he bites on your earlobe.

You soon readjust to the numbing pleasure, the bruising pleasure, and pain that comes with his cock slamming against your cervix. The way that he thrusts up into you, stretching out your walls far more than you were ever used to.

A pathetic cry escaped your lips when he rolled over so that you were now on top, your body bouncing as soon as it could against him. You keened and whined, feeling the top of his cock licking your cervix, and you spluttered.

“Fuck this angle, this angle and your cock!?” you stammered, fists curling into his collar as you rode him, his hips snapping up into yours with that same animalistic power and speed.

His pace is irreplicable, near maddening with every successive thrust of his hips. Each snap, each wet noise sends you close to the edge, your inner walls clenching and milking his length with greater power as your senseless cries fill the night sky. His grip on your waist will leave purple bruises later tonight, you just know it, but the fire in his eyes as you lock fazes is enough for you to be okay with it.

Its intensifying, deepening, fire erupting in your core as your cunt throbs.

Sweat, tears, and spit fall from your face, and Shinsou surges upward, kissing you with everything he can. It's a maddening escape of lust and need and hatred being exchanged, saliva spreading between you, covering your hot faces with slimy coldness, But you keep him close, your mouth drinking him in more, begging for more as your tongue sinks into his mouth.

His fingers rake down from your back. Past the curve of your clapping ass and onto your powerful thighs that helped in your action to claim his cock. Your joined mouths, both parted in silent screams, wordless begs for more, branding curses that spoke of his hatred for you, your hatred of his job.

Fuck this, fuck that, fuck, fuck, “fuck!”

You held each other impossibly close. Despite the barriers of shirts and armor separating your chests, you swore you could feel his hammering heart flush against your chest. A steady, consistent beat reminding you that this was a one-time thing, that this was yet another bomb with only one explosion to it.

“S-Shit!” his voice finally managed to escape from the makeshift collar, and you nearly sobbed at the sound of his gravelly, husky voice.

You still hated him, you really hated him and his stupid deep voice.

Your back arches as the control you had on collar suddenly slacks, as if you had never had it there, and his own noises of sex, of hatred, of pleasure fill and echo in your ear. You can hear him mumbling something in your ear, your head pathetically nodding, tears streaming down your face only you can’t seem to figure out why. The throbbing pressure in your stomach made you near uncomfortable as his cock sank and disappeared from your cunt, your walls' vice grip becoming tighter and tighter and tighter.

There’s vigor, untapped lust, pent up frustration as he rolls you both around, pushing you back into the gravel and dives his length into your wet, loud cunt without mercy. You were overworked, over thrilled, the pressure of your coming orgasm snapping into your every fiber of your being, your toes curling, and drool seeping from your lips as he growled.

The noise seemed to resonate deeply in your own chest, and he pressed his sweaty forehead against yours, pathetic, needy noises escaping your lips as you stared into his angry, lusting eyes. And as he buried his teeth into your bottom lip, his nose scrunched in an aggressive snarl, he spoke with finality:

“Cum.”

You weren’t sure if you had suddenly fallen under the persuasion of his brainwash, or he just knew you were overfilled with pressure, but you went rigid in his hold, your eyes rolling backward, and your vision going white. You came in powerful waves, electric stimming vibrating through your entire body as your spongey, wet walls clamped around him, and Shinsou came in a guttural groan. His hips snapping into your with five last, robust, resounding thrusts until your trembling abdomen and thighs were stilled with his crushing weight.

You could feel his hot cum pulsing and thriving deep within your cunt, and you panted heavily, your body feeling alarmingly weak as the both of you lay there. A puddle of cum, tears, drool, pain, longing, and hatred.

He lays on top of you, his chest heaving with his breathing, and you felt frozen beneath him. The pain of the gravel roof no longer adds to your pleasure but rather is stabbing you in pain. It’s quiet as you lay there.

He’s quiet.

You’re silent.

“Why’d you do it?” he asked suddenly, interrupting the silence that you hated.

“I can’t tell you,” you admit, voice thick and heavy with untold emotions.

“You know I’ll have to arrest you, right?” Shinsou spoke softly, but he didn’t move to capture you, and you didn’t move to run.

What was the point? It wasn’t as if there was ever a fighting chance for the both of you. The world would have never allowed it, so why bother?

“I don’t think you hate me enough to arrest me right now, sleep on it,” you softly chided, your eyes staring up into the universe, begging to know why they made you a freak?

“Not right now, you spent all my energy,” Shinsou admits, rising up from you, his soft cock removing itself from your humming core, and you looked away to keep from staring. “I really hate you though, y/l/n. I don’t like liars or pretenders.”

“Convince your cock of it next time,” you couldn’t help but fire back, your upper lip curling in your anger and hatred at the sound of his zipping pants.

Silence and a beat follow your words.

“I’ll tell you this now,” Shinsou spoke, turning on his heels, his tone was cold, distant, like a stranger who could care less for you. “Don’t let me see you again. If I do, I promise you, I’ll send your ass to Tartarus. We’re no longer on good terms.”

Anger, hatred, and fury course through your veins as you stand up, legs weak, but spirit wounded as you pull up your pants, uncaring of his cum leaking from your slit.

“Don’t you dare show your face to me again! Next time I won’t save your fucking ass when I blow something up!” you snapped, the tears running down your face uncontrollable although your voice never gave it away. It didn’t have to though, he turned around one last time, and his eyes met yours, and the two of you glared and simmered.

But, he didn’t bother to respond back as he disappeared into the shadows of the night sky.

You collapsed onto your knees, exhaustion finally catching up with you, and you realized his capturing weapon you had stolen was finally taken back by the rightful owner. You fell forward, the tears and silent sobs muffled by your bitten lip as you stayed on that rooftop for an hour. Crying like a freak.

Truth be told, you weren’t even sure if you ever hated him.

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Chocolate kisses and Catpuccinos Chapter 3

Chocolate kisses and Catpuccinos CHAPTER 3

A Shinso x reader fanfiction (complete story of 4 chapters)

Read on AO3

Tags: Coffe shop/cat café AU, Shinso x reader, accident prone reader, Pro Hero Shinso, fluff, slow burn, mutual pining, clumsy reader

Word count: 7k+

Summary:

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In which you are an accident prone-waitress in a cat café where Pro Hero MindJack (aka Shinso Hitoshi) likes to spend time. How will your relationship evolve through the four seasons of one year?

Chapter 3 : Autumn (Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 4)

AUTUMN Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end

When you get several days off, you take your time and browse your favorite gift shop in search of present for Shinso; to thank him for the biking lessons. After a few sessions you were able to ride alone effortlessly and felt confident enough to make the ride to work everyday. Your eyes fall on a little something shiny and you know you’ve found the perfect gift.

- - -

“Tada!” You place a little periwinkle paper-bag neatly closed with a cute sticker and adorned with a green ribbon on the counter in front of a curious Shinso.

“What is this?”

“A thank-you gift for the biking lessons” You grin. “Open it!” You press excitedly and he complies.

“You shouldn’t have…” He’s about to add something but he’s distracted by the content of the package.

In his open palm there’s a phone charm; a cute grey cat bathing into a cup of coffee, its paws resting relaxed on the edges of the white cup, its eyes closed, drawn in a circumflex shape representing its contentment. Shinso scans the thing with unreadable eyes and you wait nervously for him to say something.

“You like it?” You finally probe, quickly losing patience, doubt about your choice gripping at your stomach.

Please say yes, please say yes.

He stays impossibly silent and fishes for something in his jacket. He retrieves his phone and proceeds to place the charm on it. You beam. He likes it.

“Thank you” He politely tilts his head while looking at the display of this new accessory, lightly tapping it with his pointer finger “But really, you shouldn’t have” This time when he says it, it doesn’t sound as convincing.

“I wanted to say thanks” You insist, nervously playing with your fingers. Why you feel nervous, you don’t really know.

“It looks like Jack” Shinso comments, and your heart thunders in your chest. That’s exactly why you got this particular design; with the grey cat.

“I know right?!” You excitedly agree. You point to the charm, then to Shinso. “It’s Jack, on MindJack’s phone” You giggle at your own weird sense of humor and earn yourself one of those soft smiles your hero sometimes offers.

“Yes…” He lets you have your fun, shaking his head slightly at your lame pun, quickly turning back to scan the empty café. “Good thing no one is here to hear you reveal my identity”

You clap both hands over your mouth, realizing your blunder. “Oups” Is the only sound that escapes you. It makes Shinso snort through his nose.

He finishes drinking his coffee and while you busy yourself with actual work, out of the corner of your eye, you still catch him absentmindedly caressing the charm with his thumb.

- - -

You’re calmly humming to yourself while preparing the batter for a chocolate cake when Haru bursts into the kitchen, unannounced and visibly flustered. It’s not often you see her in this state of agitation and it instantly makes you worry.

“What’s wron-“

“Oh my God HE’s here!” She doesn’t even let you finish. “I’m sure it’s him, I’d recognize him anywhere!”

You look at her cluelessly. You don’t understand who she’s talking about but she looks half excited and half terrified. As if she’s seen a ghost… You gulp. No, ghosts don’t exist, you silently repeat to yourself.

“I can’t, I just can’t … while he’s here!” She buries her face into her hands and… Squeals?

“Who is here?” You finally ask

“DEKU !!” She gasps and she then proceeds to grab your shoulders. “The symbol of peace… In OUR cat café!!”

Pro Hero Deku.

Number one of all heroes.

The symbol of peace.

In your little cat café.

You have difficulty wrapping your mind around the revelation. “Why?” Probably isn’t the most important question to ask, yet you still ask it.

“Your biking teacher brought him here!” Haru slightly shakes you, like this detail proves it’s somehow your fault she’s in this state of distress.

So he came with Shinso? Were they friends? It would be nice, Deku probably is a very good friend.

“That’s… great?” You force a smile and Haru looks more mortified than happy.

“You have to help me; I don’t know how to deal with this! I don’t want to bother him, and I’m afraid I’ll let his identity slip; but I also want to tell him how awesome he is without making a fool of myself… Is asking for an autograph too much you think?”

You don’t quite follow the entirety of Haru’s sudden word vomit, but one thing’s for sure: your friend needs help, and you’re going to help her. You gently place your hands on her arms that are still clutching at you. “Don’t worry, I’ll handle this. Go take five, drink something, and once you’re feeling better, come join me.” You sooth her and she nods. Usually Haru is the one who keeps you grounded, the most level headed of the two of you. But you’re a team and now she needs you. So you take a deep breath and exit the kitchen.

At this hour, the café is quite busy. There are several tables that need their order taken from what you see on Haru’s discarded notebook. On a table by the window far to your left, you spot Shinso’s familiar mop of lavender hair, and facing him, a green-haired young man with freckles. He looks almost plain without his costume, but once told, there’s no mistaking that he’s indeed Pro Hero Deku. You suspect the two heroes will be easier customers, so you just stroll by them with a “I’ll be with you in a minute” and a smile before you set on taking the other table’s orders. You’re taking the last order when Haru finally exits the kitchen. Her face is definitely less red than before. She doesn’t come to you, choosing to instead stay at a safe distance behind the counter, still too afraid of messing things up. Once you’re done you go to her with the orders, and she silently busies herself with preparing the drinks and pastries. Once you’re sure she’s okay, you trot to the two heroes’ table, greeting them with an apologetic smile.

“Hi there, sorry for the wait”

“It’s fine Miss” Deku gives you a beaming sunlit smile and you feel yourself blush a little. You can’t say you’re not a little bit of a fan too. Everyone is.

You turn to Shinso’s more familiar and neutral face. “Hi Shinso, happy to see you brought a friend today” You smile brightly, fueled by the symbol of peace’s joyful attitude.

“Midoriya wanted to accompany me” He only states, his arms crossing over his chest. You feel like he’s not as relaxed as usual being here. You want to get him more comfortable so you try to fall back into your usual routine.

“One tall black coffee?” You offer and he nods at you. “And for you?” You ask, turning to Deku. You have to refrain from using the word ‘Sir’.

“One hot chocolate please. And can we also have two slices of chocolate cake? I heard it’s good”

You write it down with a nod, looks like the symbol of peace has more of a sweet tooth. “Great choice. Coming up” You smile again and then walk back to the counter.

Haru eyes you expectantly and while you prepare the hot drinks, you offer to let her bring the order to Deku and Shinso’s table. She furiously shakes her head no. “I’m fine with watching from afar… for now” She mutters and you shrug, going back to your VIP table. You place everything on the table and notice Deku is already busy petting one of the cats that settled near Shinso’s feet.

“This is a really nice place. No wonder you like it so much Shinso-kun”

Deku gives you another adorable smile. “Midoriya!” Shinso is visibly embarrassed, the tip of his ears going a little pink. It’s adorable too. You’re not sure how long you’ll be able to handle the both of them without screwing things up.

“It’s a pleasure to have you” You politely reply while Deku starts sipping on his drink.

He seems to enjoy it deeply, telling you immediately that it’s really good.

“It’s homemade; my friend Haru makes it with cream. That’s why it’s so soft and rich”

“Your friend who’s been looking at us intently since we arrived?” There’s laughter in the number one’s tone, covering in the slight discomfort in his voice.

You turn to Haru. Yep, she’s definitely staring at the three of you.

You smile apologetically. “She’s a big fan” you whisper and Deku lets out a nervous little laugh, rubbing the back of his neck like Shinso sometimes does when he’s embarrassed.

“Tell her the hot chocolate is good” He simply says “And that I really like those too” He points to the little wrapped candy you always serve on the saucer beside the cups of hot drinks. It’s simple but delicious: an almond coated in chocolate.

When you report that piece of information to Haru, she goes beet red again. Before you can do anything, she grabs two handfuls of wrapped up chocolate almonds and courageously marches towards the two heroes’ table.

“For you” She stops in front of them and proceeds to drop the whole content of her hands onto the table in a rain shower of colorful candy.

Deku and Shinso are clearly not prepared for her sudden outburst of generosity and the former shrieks in surprise while the latter gets up, scaring the cat resting at his feet. The mass of candy rolls onto the floor like an avalanche, and you watch in horror as the cats start going on a rampage, chasing after every wrapped treat, pushing them with their paws, sometimes until it tears the wrapping opened. Chocolate is toxic for cats so you quickly do the best you can to pick up every single candy that fell onto the floor, confiscating the toys from your playful cats. The little display spices up the atmosphere of the whole café and most customers are laughing and loudly commenting on the cat’s cute behavior… and also on your ability to catch the candy before them. When you’re done, you’re out of breath, hands full of chocolates you probably won’t be able to use. Well, Haru planned to give them away in the first place so you guess it would probably be fine.

“Here, you forgot a few” Shinso’s voice comes from behind you and you turn back in a startle. He’s holding a couple candy in his opened palm. “Where do you want me to put them?” “You can keep them if you want. Haru seemed more than a little eager to share them with you”

“With me I’m not sure” He skeptically looks behind him and you follow his gaze to find your friend sitting onto what was initially Shinso’s chair, face hidden in her hands, a kneeling Deku in front of her, trying to console her with a soft smile and a hand on her knee.

“Sorry about that” Shinso turns back to you and you would wave yours hands to dismiss his apology, if they weren’t so full of candy. “It’s fine, don’t worry” You’re not sure what he’s apologizing for; bringing Deku here? The mess is mostly Haru’s doing afterall.

You place the salvageable chocolates in a bowl and let them on free self-service for customers who want to grab some before they go. You reluctantly leave Haru with Deku and Shinso and take care of the other customers who either want a refill or to check out. Some glances linger a bit longer on the symbol of peace, but no one seems to really recognize him with enough confidence to act on it.

Soon, the rush is behind you, and there’s only one other customer left beside the heroic duo. You allow yourself to go check on your friend who is shyly but admittedly happily engrossed in a conversation with a still kneeling Deku. Shinso has taken a seat on Deku’s chair and is busy petting a very enthusiastically purring black kitty. He’s scratching behind its ear, and then moves under its chin. You’re kind of mesmerized by the movements of his long and elegant fingers.

“Here, for you” Deku’s voice snaps you out of your reverie. You look up and lock eyes with Shinso. His gaze is unfathomable but feels intense, making you look away, shyly. Deku is handing Haru her notebook, signed, a little cute doodle beside her name. She beams at him, an avalanche of ‘thank you’ escaping her and submerging the gentle Number One. Her eyes then fall onto the clock and suddenly she gets up.

“Oh no, I have an appointment in ten” She gives Deku a quick look; it’s obvious that she doesn’t want to leave. But she says she has to.

“I’ll leave the closing to you” She tells you and she disappears into the back room to get her stuff.

When she appears again a few seconds later, she’s putting on her jacket while marching towards the front door. She stops before opening it.

“You come back whenever you want” She blurts out.

She doesn’t leave fast enough for you to miss the dark blush blossoming on her cheeks.

The room suddenly feels too calm and you let out a long exhale. It’s been a long day already. Deku sits back onto his chair. “It really is a nice place” He says again, more to Shinso than to you and the other hero just hums. You wonder how much your lavender haired hero told his friend about the café. About you. Did he say you’re the clumsy waitress whom he took upon himself to teach how to ride a bike? Shinso seems to be the reserved type, maybe even a little bit of a loner so much he seems independent. A bit like a cat you think. But to the people he cares about you’re sure he’s dedicated, just as much as he’s dedicated to his work. Your eyes fall onto the few wrapped chocolate coated almonds still sitting on the table.

“Sorry for the mess” You feel the need to apologize since you don’t really know what Haru and Deku really talked about.

The Number One assures you everything is fine and he had a great time. You thank him, and you almost call him ‘Sir’ again. As if he’s sensed your hesitation, he asks you to call him ‘Midoriya’, like Shinso does.

You try to use his name then while you chat for a little while. Midoriya is really nice. Not that you expected less from the Number One. He’s naturally goodhearted.

During the conversation, you still can’t help but steal quick glances at Shinso. He’s unusually quiet. He looks a bit lost in thoughts, eyes on you but not really watching you. At one point, Midoriya tells you about an upcoming party he’s super excited about. It’s a traditional Halloween party Yayorozu (Hero Creaty if you recall well?) holds every year at the end of October. It’s a rare occasion where all his classmates meet up, catching up with each other. It makes your head spin to imagine so many celebrities reunited.

“Shinso-kun you said you’ll come this time” Midoriya tries to include the silent cat lover into the conversation with what looks like an encouraging smile.

Surprisingly, the lavender-haired hero turns to you to answer. “You should come with me”

You’re shocked by his bold invitation. “Huh?”

“If you want to, I would like to invite you to go with me” He repeats, his hands resting tense on his lap.

You eye him, then Midoriya like they’ve just told you ghosts truly exist, wondering for a second if it’s a joke. The green-haired man gives you a gentle smile and you realize you must look panicked, and also very flustered. You turn to Shinso and the way he looks at you expectantly makes your heart ache. You don’t want to read something that isn’t there in his offer.

“I-I wouldn’t want to impose with your friends. You said you don’t see each other often a-and I’m not an important person like you are. I would probably just end up embarrassing myself… and you by extension… “ The words keep coming out, laying all your worries and doubts bare without a filter.

Shinso runs a nervous hand into his already messy hair. You’re sure he’s already regretting that he asked you to come.

“I offered because I don’t mind” He sighs and it reminds you of that time when he offered to teach you how to ride a bike. He marks a pause and then frowns a little and proceeds to correct himself. “No… I offered because I would appreciate your company. You’re my … friend too”

He looks at you and from the corner of your eye you catch a glimpse of his phone on the table. With the attached phone charm you gave him. He considers you like a friend. You, the little cat café waitress; when he knows so many wonderful persons who risk their lives to save others every day. That revelation makes your chest feel warm and leaves butterflies to fly free in your stomach.

“O-okay” You repeat the word several times, looking down to your feet, unable to stand his amethyst gaze as well as Midoriya’s emerald one on you. “I’ll be happy to go… w-with you” You feel your cheeks burn like there’s a fire under your skin.

He said friend, don’t get too carried away

“Great!” Midoriya happily concludes and Shinso seems to relax in his seat.

When they leave, Midoriya waits outside while Shinso lags behind, making sure you’re fine going home alone. The night falls earlier, but you tell him with a proud smile that you came by bike. He acknowledges the information with a warm smile of his own. You’re glad for the autonomy and safety learning to cycle brought you, but you still sometimes miss your little walks with him in the summer sunset.

“I’ll pick you up at your place for the party on Saturday”

You nod “Can’t wait!”

You’ve wrapped your mind around the idea and are excited but also a little nervous. Something occurred to you before while you were cleaning up their table, but you hesitate to ask.

“What’s the matter?” Shinso is very perceptive, and you give in and tell him what’s on your mind. “Will… Will Froppy be there?”

Given the way his eyes widen, Shinso visibly didn’t expect that kind of question. You don’t want to make the same excited fan display as Haru’s, or make it sound like you use your friendship with him to get to your idol, but you really, really, really like the friendly frog heroin. Your train of thoughts must be obvious, adoration written all over your face, because Shinso smiles again, relaxed.

“I’ll introduce you” He kindly offers and you want to hug him very badly.

But you’re on the other side of the counter.

And Deku is watching you from outside.

And he said ‘friends’.

“You’re the best” You simply say and he buries his nose into his scarf with a sniff.

You wave him goodbye as he leave with an ever smiling Midoriya. Once they’re out of sight, you squeal, doing a little victory dance alone in your little café. A party with only super heroes! Where you’ll get to meet Froppy… and maybe even Uravity! And mostly, an actual date with Shinso. Your very dear friend.

- - -

The following day, you break the news to Haru.

“I’m sorry, I-I didn’t dare asking if you could come” After the excitement to spend more time out of the café with Shinso and his friends started to dissipate, you felt bad for Haru. She was so excited to see Deku (should you say Midoriya?). She would probably love to be able to go to a party full of heroes. And you couldn’t possibly hide it from her; she was your best friend.

“It’s okay, don’t worry” She graced you with a soft smile. “I probably wouldn’t have been able to behave anyway…” She was still a little upset about the events of the previous day. “Just don’t forget to advertise for the café! “

You nod and the both of you go back to cleaning the dishes. You wash, she dries; it’s a comforting routine.

“Thanks for telling me” She whispers after a moment and you give her a fond smile, your heart feeling lighter.

In her eyes, a mischievous glint appears “This time you can’t say it isn’t a date”

You look away, face heating up. “He said we’re friends” You try to bury deeper inside you the hope that maybe you can be more. Haru puts down the plate she was holding. When she looks at you again, she’s very serious.

“Shinso’s a nice guy. I’m happy to see you get along so well you know... But, seeing him with Deku yesterday…. It feels like they’re from a different world you know”

You get what she means, you really do. She’s worried about you. Worried you’ll get involved with someone who is often gone on dangerous missions; whose dates may be interrupted whenever duty calls, who can’t have the luxury to spend lazy week-ends at home. Who probably puts everything not work related second. But Shinso’s world is so close to yours when he drinks his coffee and pets a cat with his face lazily resting on his palm.

“I know… But don’t worry; he doesn’t see me that way”

Haru sighs; she probably thinks you’re very stubborn.

“Anyways, I just want you to have a good time at that party. Make the best of it.” She picks up a cup and starts wiping it with her tea towel. “But remember to tell me all about it on Monday” She winks at you.

- - -

On Saturday night, you leave earlier, leaving Haru to close the café. You spend a ridiculous amount of time picking which clothes to wear. It’s been a long time since you last went out for a party with so many people.

You feel nervous. How are you even going to hold a conversation with so many important people? You’re sure you’ll be tempted to stick to Shinso, but he’ll probably want some time alone with his friends too. At least Midoriya will be there, that’s one more person you’re acquainted with at least.

You finally put on a dark purple dress. Simple but elegant enough for the evening. You struggle with how to tie your hair, and in the end you decide to go for your usual everyday hair do and make up. At one point you hoped to impress Shinso with some kind of make-over revelation like in movies, but being comfortable seems more tempting, and also more realistic. You’re just friends anyways.

He’s right on time and when you hear the knock on the door, you quickly put on your shoes, scarf and coat, take your purse and meet him outside.

“Hey there” You greet him and it’s met with a little smile.

“Ready to go?”

You nod and you excitedly fish something from your purse. You place the cat ears headband on your head. “I didn’t have a costume but I found these!” You proudly point to the accessory.

The face Shinso makes is a weird grimace and you don’t know if he’s appalled or if he’s trying his best not to laugh. The flat line formed by his lips trembles and his voice is a bit breathy when he tells you it’s not a costume party. You eye him up and down, and yup, he’s dressed normally, no sign of a possible Halloween disguise. In a hurry you put the cat ears back in your bag. You feel so dumb; you don’t dare look at him.

“L-Let’s go” You try to put the incident behind you, walking in front of Shinso. He catches up in silence and falls in steps with you.

“Halloween parties are often costume parties; I should have told you it wasn’t one. Sorry for misleading you” He says when he’s done thinking about it.

Your cheeks still feel warm for embarrassment. He’s too nice, trying to cheer you up. It’s not his fault you’re just an idiot. Great way to start the evening; you’re already making it awkward.

“The cat ears. They were cute though”

Your heart beats loudly in your ears and you dare steal a glance at him. You can’t tell if it’s the cold, but his cheeks look a little pink.

- - -

Yayorozu’s place is quite far away so you end up taking a cab.

Her mansion is huge. You don’t remember ever going to such a fancy place.

Your host herself welcomes you. She’s a true beauty; elegant, with silky dark hair, tall but curvy. Everything you’re not. Her kind smile makes you blush; her aura making you feel like you’re blessed to be in presence of a princess, or royalty.

Shinso looks bored, undisturbed, like it’s just normal to party with what looks like far more than the equivalent of one high school class in a palace. Yet he doesn’t quite look completely in his element, his shoulders a little tense. Maybe you’re mistaken but you don’t see him as the type of person who enjoys partying loudly and in excess. It’s easier to imagine him chilling on a couch with his arm lazily wrapped around someone, having deep, long conversations about changing the world with a few close friends until the break of dawn. You follow Shinso inside as he confidently passes through a few rooms. Some people quickly greet him, but he just nods and continues advancing towards what you realize is the buffet.

“What do you want to drink?” The music is not too loud but with everyone’s chattering, he has to lean down close to your ear so you can hear what he’s saying. His breath his hot and makes you shiver. A drink would be nice indeed. But since you don’t know what they have, you tell him you’ll have the same as him. He nods and leaves you alone to brave the swarm of people gravitating around the buffet.

He’s not even gone a minute, and he’s not very far away, but you already feel lonely in the sea of strangers around you. The guests all seem to know each other and you don’t dare start a conversation, so you end up standing lost by yourself, admiring the luxurious decor of the mansion.

“Hello there” A blond man in a dark suit greets you and you politely say ‘Hi’

“Monoma Neito” He introduces himself elegantly, with a hand placed over his heart. You’ve seen him on TV before but you don’t remember his hero name.

You give him your name and when he makes a face that tells you he’s surprised he never saw you before, you say you came with Shinso.

“Ohhh really?” He arches up one perfectly shaped eyebrow and smiles like the cat who got the cream. “And tell me, what’s your quirk?”

You’re taken aback by that question. It’s not the kind you usually ask in casual conversation. Well not for normal people at least. Did he not notice you clearly aren’t a Pro hero? Maybe Haru was right; they live in a different world; one where your quirk defines you.

“It’s some sort of light metal magnetism” You humor him, explaining the basics of your unexploited quirk.

You try to convince yourself that talking to strangers here is like making small talk with customers at the café. You can handle it, you’re usual quite sociable. However, under the blue piercing gaze of Monoma, you feel a little shy. He’s judging you from one thing alone, and it’s something that isn’t that important in your life. Shinso never gave you that feeling of inferiority in any of your discussions.

Just as you tell yourself that you hope Shinso won’t be much longer, the lavender haired hero arrives beside you and silently hands you a cup of a fizzy drink.

“Monoma” He greets plainly and you suspect the blond isn’t as close a friend of as Midoriya is.

“Looks like it’s not only metal you attract” Monoma teases and Shinso frowns, looking at you to try and understand what’s going on. Monoma’s tone is quite explicit, and your friend is clever enough to get what he’s talking about, but he also checks your expression for any kind of discomfort. It must be clear you’re not too at ease. Shinso doesn’t bother with a reply, nor do you beside a nervous little laugh. So the exuberant Monoma continues talking. “In any case I’m happy to see you grace ourselves with your presence this year Shinso. I appreciate the company of people who are like me”

You haven’t know this person for long but you fail to see the resemblance between Shinso and him. You look to your friend while you take a sip of the drink (Apple Cider. It’s good). Shinso looks even more bored than before, his expression some kind of poker face you’re not used to seeing on him anymore. “Whatever” He sighs and Monoma is about to say something when two people crash into your conversation.

“Monoma I’ve been looking for you!” A pretty redhead approaches him but in an instant, the blond is gone with a curse, trying to lose her into the crowd. She follows right after him and the strange display makes you blink twice in confusion. Are they friends? You don’t know if she gets to catch him because you’re distracted by the appearance of a loud other blond who clasps Shinso’s shoulder.

“Shinso! You’re here! Man I’m so happy to see you” It’s early but the man you immediately recognize as Chargebolt seems pleasantly tipsy. He leans most of his weight on Shinso who chastises him in mild annoyance, but tolerates the physical contact. Probably a closer friend.

“Ah if it isn’t Shinso-chan?”

Two girls arrive soon too and your heart skips a beat.

Uravity is dressed in a cute pastel pink and black dress, and beside her is none other than Froppy. You feel heat rise to your face at the sight of your favorite heroin.

Don’t make a fool of yourself, stay calm.

Uravity’s soft brown eyes fall on you. “Ah, you’re from the cat café aren’t you?”

You nod, too afraid of what may come out of your mouth if you start speaking.

“Nice to meet you” Uravity and Froppy both introduce themselves, and the frog heroine even tells you to call her ‘Tsuyu’

“It’s an honor- I mean a pleasure to meet you” You finally manage to say, your shoulders tense and you cheeks warm. It’s difficult to look them in the eyes; you’re a bit starstruck. Chargebolt who still has an arm casually draped around Shinso’s shoulder also introduces himself as Kaminari Denki.

“Pleased to meet you” You politely greet him and he smiles at you, bright and a bit silly too.

“You’re cute” He says, no filter. But you find his tone more flattering than flirty. A compliment you’re under the impression he gives sincerely, with a huge tipsy grin. These people; heroes, they’re all so good-looking. Are only good looking people allowed into this very restricted circle of celebrities? Or is it fame making them look so beautiful?

“Y-you’re cute too” You blurt out before you have time to think about what you’re about to say. Kaminari’s eyes widen, shocked for a second, but when your hand comes over your mouth to prevent yourself from saying anything else stupid, everyone laughs genuinely. Well, everyone except Shinso who seldom visibly struggles keeping his smile from growing too much.

“Why thank you Miss” Kaminari accepts the compliment proudly, with one hand on his chest. He then turns to Shinso. “I like your friend” He says, but the only answer he gets is a combination of averted eyes, a hum, and a sidestep that puts your lavender-haired companion out of his embrace.

Shinso’s friends are very nice. You’re the center of their attention for a few minutes, and thankfully, you manage to have a rather normal conversation with them. They ask about you; what you do at the café, what you like. It’s very flattering to have them listen eagerly when you explain how you met Shinso, how he saved you… multiple times. The interested party mostly stays quiet, his eyes on you as you tell his friends how he likes his coffee. At least he doesn’t correct you, so you suppose you never said something that made him uncomfortable, or that you shouldn’t have said.

At one point, Midoriya joins the group. He greets you with the warmest smile, friendly, like he’s known you for years. He asks how you are, thoughtful. And in truth, you feel fine; you’re having a good time. You see Shinso lean towards Froppy (No, Tsuyu she said to call her)

“Why don’t we all take a selfie?” She then somewhat casually offers and Uraraka claps her hands, delighted. She takes out her phone and everyone gathers around her.

On her right there’s Midoriya and Denki. The Number One presses closer to her, and you don’t miss the way they quickly look at each other. You wonder if you sometimes look to Shinso with so obviously smitten eyes. That thought makes you blush and you turn your attention back to Tsuyu who’s standing on Uraraka’s left. She motions to you to come beside her and your inner fangirl squeals when she gently puts her hand on your shoulder. Shinso comes to stand on your left, and Uraraka’s tongue pokes out in concentration as she tries her best to take the photo.

“Shinso-kun, you have to come closer, I can’t see you” She instructs and you soon feel his tall and warm figure closer to you.

His big warm hand comes to rest on your hip so he can keep his balance and lean his face closer, in order to be in the picture. Your breath catches in your throat. He’s so close. Since you’re shorter, your face is almost nestled in his neck. You catch the subtle hint of what’s probably his soap. He smells fresh, clean, like almonds you think. Just like the milk you like to pour in your morning coffee, but with an extra hint of lavender. You unconsciously take a slightly deeper inhale before you remind yourself to focus on smiling for the camera. The photo looks great. Uraraka takes your number (you can’t believe you now have Uravity’s number!) and sends it to you, and you just can’t wait to print it, frame it, and put it on your nightstand.

Shinso’s hand is still resting on your hip and you don’t dare move too much in fear he’s going to take it away. However he doesn’t shy away, instead leaning closer to you to casually ask if you want to get something to eat. You nod, ears warm, eyes on the bottom of your empty cup of apple cider. You wouldn’t mind a refill too. Shinso ushers you away from the group with his large hand this time splayed on your lower back. You try not to imagine how it would feel on your bare skin. Your eyes fall onto his own drink and you notice it lacks the light brown color of cider.

“What are you drinking?” You ask curiously, since you remember telling him to get you the same.

“Tonic” He answers, looking down to the clear bubbly liquid in his own cup. You’re not surprised he didn’t choose to drink alcohol. You suspect he would wish to stay in control; the buzz of drunkenness incompatible with the sharpness of his clever mind.

His purple gaze then meets yours, his head slightly tilted to the side. “I know you said you would take the same drink as me, but I thought this one would be too bitter” He explains and his sweet attention makes your heart flutter.

“You always drink you coffee sweetened, so I gathered you would prefer something … well sweeter”

He’s so close. You can still feel the heat radiating from the palm of his hand on your back. His eyes are on you, and you then truly realize how often he looks at you these days; noticing your habits, memorizing your preferences. Not unlike you do with him.

“Thank you” You whisper, shy but also delighted. He graces you with one of those soft smiles that make your heart melt and send butterflies in your stomach. His gaze leaves your eyes, looking lower for a split second before he looks away, focusing on the buffet instead.

“I think I’ve seen strawberry cake” He informs you while he gently pushes you forward.

You love strawberry cake. He knows.

There’s indeed some on the large display of food. There are so many dishes, including a large amount you’re sure you’ve never tried or even seen before, that you don’t really know what to get. The food is delicious and you get to meet new people around the buffet. Sadly when you start to eat, Shinso’s hand leaves your back and you suddenly feel cold despite the warm atmosphere of the party.

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You’re not used to huge parties and after a few hours, you feel tired and overwhelmed. You discussed with so many new people that you feel like you’ve spent all your social energy.

At one point you lost Shinso who left to discuss something with Monoma, whom you met earlier. You ponder going back home, but you would like to inform him that you’re leaving, so you go on a quest to find him in the huge crowded mansion.

Luckily for you, you quickly come across the house mistress, Creaty, and she kindly points you to the balcony. It feels weird to roam the almost empty upper floor of someone else’s house, but with her indications, you soon find the corresponding room. And indeed, leaning on the railing of the elegant balcony, you find Shinso. You advance towards him and even if it’s probably impossible to go unnoticed when approaching a Pro-hero, you still clear your throat so as not to startle him. He looks at you from over his shoulder, stoic, almost like he expected to see you at some point. He’s not wearing his jacket, but he put his scarf on to protect his throat from the fresh autumn air. You wrap yourself deeper into your cardigan and step outside to join him.

You can tell from his thoughtful expression that he’s considering what to say, so you let him, give him time.

“Are you enjoying the party?” He finally asks, gauging your reaction.

“Very much. Thank you for inviting me” You feel genuinely grateful for this opportunity to meet so many interesting people. And for the chance to be part of his life; his real life, outside your little café, even just for one night.

“I’m glad” He says, almost to himself, his nose disappearing in his fluffy scarf.

You don’t immediately tell him you want to leave, because you want to make the most of the time you’re allowed with him; where you have him all to yourself.

“Everything looks so peaceful from up here” His voice sounds lower in the late hour, and the cold air probably isn’t to blame for the shiver that runs down your spine. “Yet the streets are full of ill-intentioned persons…”

You think back to the man who assaulted you back in the spring. Not everyone is as lucky as you and has a Pro-Hero watching over them. Does he feel guilty he’s not down there patrolling, saving people with silent dedication? Shinso looks even more tired in the moonlight; the bags under his eyes colored in a violet hue that strangely matches his hair and eyes. His profile is handsome you think, despite the slightly hollowed cheeks. You can tell his natural built would be on the lean, slim side, if his work didn’t ask for a more muscular form. His shoulders are a little broader than his hips, but not as exaggeratedly large as Deku’s, nor are his thighs as insanely thick as Dynamight’s. It makes him less intimidating, more human. You can tell he’s worked hard to be where he is, and you wish you could support him.

Realizing you were shamelessly checking him out, you look back to the city. He probably didn’t notice you staring, too absorbed in his own thoughts.

“You all deserve a little break from time to time “ You try to cheer him up at one point, wanting to take the heavy weight of the falsely secure silence off his shoulders.

He looks at you like he’s just remembered you’re here, and the small secretive smile he gives you is probably not as restrained as he intended it to be.

“There’s no place I’d rather be” He confesses, eyes back on the city lights that send a warm reflection into his amethyst gaze. That gaze that’s cool but never cold to you. You’re not sure what he’s talking about but you don’t want to look into it too deeply for fear you would ruin the moment.

On the balcony, overlooking the sleeping city, time seems suspended, minutes engulfed in the calm of the night. It’s beautiful from up here; the lights that reflect onto the clouds, creating a secret show that only you two share. You end up talking about nothing, and everything. Changing the world into a better place with words. In the comfortable alternation between conversation and silence you’ve grown used to, you let yourself step closer to Shinso, your shoulder gently brushing his.

“Are you cold?” He asks, and while you shake your head, you realize you’re shivering.

With an amused sniffing sound, Shinso unfolds his scarf from around his neck and meticulously places it around yours, despite your weak protest. Your hand automatically goes to caress the soft material of it, and when you breathe in the smell of lavender and almonds seizes you, making your head spin and your heart beat so fast you’re afraid he’ll hear it.

“You’ll catch a cold” You pout, already feeling so much warmer than before.

The right corner of his lips turns up and he shakes his head. “Don’t worry; I think I’ll head home. My patrol starts early”

You nod slowly, feeling a bit disappointed. The time you spent together in that little balcony bubble wasn’t meant to be eternal, that you knew; still, you wish it would have lasted longer. Lost in your tired thoughts, you don’t immediately notice the warm inviting hand Shinso’s offering you.

“You look tired” You wonder if it’s his polite way to tell you your make up is starting melt and you look awful. He hesitates then, not quite looking at you. “Do you want to share a ride home?”

When you take his hand, you want to believe he’s escorting you back home because he wants to; not because of the ill-intended persons that hide at night in the city; not because it’s his duty as a hero.

The warmth of the cab makes you groggy. The ride isn’t too long, but you soon feel your eyelids grow heavy. When you surrender to sleep, cheek falling onto the comfortable warmth of a shoulder beside you, your last thought is that since he’s working early, Shinso probably won’t accept coffee at your place if you offered.

The events that separate you from your bed you remember in a blur. Shinso gently shaking you awake and then making sure you get inside your apartment safely. You say something about a nice evening and when he gives you that soft smile your only desire is to hug him, to bury your face into his chest, where it probably smells just like his scarf. But instead you walk inside, bothered by the cold of the night, head heavy with the beginning of a migraine. You somehow manage to take off your clothes before you fall into bed, falling asleep the second your face touches your pillow while Cathy watches over you, pawing and then nestling comfortably on Shinso’s discarded scarf.

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onyxiana-is-obsessed · 4 years ago

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Misunderstanding | Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

AN: Yo! How’s it going, friends! So, this is a soulmate au with Shinsou and I’ve been wanting to write this fic for a while, so I finally got around to it! Side note: Hitoshi’s hero name is Mindjack. Length: 2.3k Pronouns used: They/them Soulmate connection: The first words your soulmate says to you is written somewhere on your body.

Summary: For years, Shinsou believed his soulmate thought he was a villain, after all, that’s what it said on his body. But when he meets you, he’s a little surprised and what your words meant.

Hitoshi Shinsou often hated the world. Not only was it exceptionally unfair, but it was also cruel. Every single person in the world was paired up with a soulmate, one they were perfectly matched up with. For most people, this wasn’t an issue, but something positive they all looked forward to. That meant they didn’t have to go through the whole dating scene and heartbreak before meeting their one true love.

Hitoshi disagreed.

Every fated pair had a connection; the first line one of them says to the other. Their very first words to one another were plastered onto their skin. The words would appear on a child’s skin at the age of two and Hitoshi was no different. However, the words he’d received were just plain confusing. Until he got older, then they were the bane of his existence.

Hitoshi glared at this chest, which held the words his soulmate would say. Right above his heart, neatly written, were their first words.

“A villain’s quirk, huh?”

So even that stupid soulmate of his believed he was a villain. All he wanted was to be a hero, all he ever pushed himself to do was become a hero. Everyone doubted him because of his quirk, a stupid ability he had no control over.

He didn’t mean to, but overtime, Hitoshi started to hate people. He started to dislike everyone around him. No one gave him a chance, they always judged him before he could even defend himself. How could they? He desperately wanted to be a hero not a villain, yet here they were almost turning him into one.

What a hypocritical society he lived in. They held heroes in the highest regard, praised, and almost worshiped them. Yet, here was an innocent student striving to give his life to protect the same people who threw insults at him, basically deeming him a villain.

Despite all of this, Hitoshi persevered. He pushed through everyone and made it into the hero course. They were… a godsend, really. Class 2A. Especially people like Midoriya, Kirishima, and Kaminari. They pushed him harder than he pushed himself and they often referred to him as a hero. Something he so desperately needed.

However, Hitoshi always has a lingering fear. That his soulmate would think he was a villain too. The words on his chest were… daunting. Why would his soulmate say that to him? Out of all the damn things they could say, this was it? Nothing else?

No matter how Hitoshi looked at it, he couldn’t see a positive outcome. All he saw was a faceless soulmate of his, throwing insults at him just like everyone else. Calling him the one thing he despised so much.

A villain.

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It was the end of the school day and Hitoshi had packed all his stuff, ready to go home. Recently, his connection had been acting up. It would sometimes tingle and sting a little, other times it was a calming, warm sensation. As much as Hitoshi hated his soulmate, he couldn’t help but bask in that comfort. It eased all his worries, often making his stresses melt away. Something he needed.

Exams were coming up and once he passed this, he would graduate. Then, he could officially start on his dream to become a hero. The road was difficult and filled with a lot of uncertainty, but he was almost done. He was so close.

“Hey, Shinsou!” Hitoshi stopped walking and looked behind him, a smile gracing his features. “How are you?” Midoriya asked as he stopped next to his purple-haired friend.

“I’m good, yourself?”

“Pretty good! Exams are coming up, you think you’re prepared? I’m so nervous! After this, we’ll graduate and become real heroes!” Hitoshi nodded, feeling excitement build up in his chest. His life goal was so close, within his reach.

“I am. Think you’ll have time to spar with me this weekend?” Midoriya nodded with a big smile.

“Most definitely! Kiri and I are gonna be sparring too, tomorrow after school, if you wanna join us! I would ask if you wanna join us today but you said you were busy earlier.” Hitoshi nodded at his words.

“Yeah, I have some stuff to do after school, including some homework I’ve been waiting to finish. But I can definitely join you two tomorrow, if that’s ok with you guys.”

“Of course it is!” Midoriya chirped, giving him a bright smile. “You know we love to train with you! Oh! There he is! Kiri!”

“Midoriya! Shinsou!”

“Well, I have to go! See you tomorrow, Shinsou.”

“You good, have fun Midoriya. Hey Kiri!” Kirishima and Midoriya waved one last time before they took off, heading the other way.

As Hitoshi walked home, his mind returned to the exam. They’d have a written portion and then the physical portion. Both required for graduation. Hitoshi was ready, he’d been studying plenty recently. He just needed to work on the physical-

“That’s him. The one with the villain’s quirk.” Hitoshi frowned, hearing the woman talking to her friend. Immediately, his mind blanked and all he could think of was how no one would accept him as a hero. Now that Hitoshi was 18, he just stopped arguing with people. Instead, he chose to ignore them but that didn’t work most of the time. Sure, he’d never confront them, but their words stuck, slowly breaking at the confidence his classmates help build up.

“Not sure why he’s even bothering to be a hero.”

“Right! Better off joining the villains. He belongs there anyway.” The other woman laughed. As much as Hitoshi wanted to scream and argue, he kept his mouth shut. There was no point. Ever since his 2nd year, all he did was try to show everyone he was a hero and a good one. He had spent his entire work-study proving he wasn’t a villain, but he could only do so much. Some people would just never accept him and he needed to come to terms with that fact. These two women were the perfect example. What else could he do? He was tired.

It seemed like karma was smiling down on him that day.

As Hitoshi walked by, someone bumped into him and ran to the two women. They screamed and backed up into a wall. One was able to get away, but the man ended up grabbing the other woman. She screamed as he pulled her against him, placing a blade against her throat.

People around them screamed and panicked, unsure of what to do and the man was already spewing demands. The woman that had gotten away, immediately looked for Hitoshi, but before even needing to be prompted, he jumped into action.

“Hey!” He pushed past everyone and stood in front of the woman and villain. He could see the fear and desperation in her eyes. Guess he’d get his chance to prove her wrong after all. “What do you want?”

The villain glared at Hitoshi before whispering something to the woman. Tears slid down her cheeks as the knife dug into her skin.

“H-He w-won’t sp-speak! H-he knows y-you’re qu-quirk.” She said, crying out when he tugged her close to him. She tried to struggle, but it seemed like he was much stronger than her, causing her to only tire out. That was a problem. Hitoshi didn’t have his capture weapon and the villain wasn’t talking. Next best thing, stalling.

“Ok, don’t hurt her. What do you want?” He whispered something to the woman, making her blink as more tears slid down her cheeks.

“H-he w-wants mo-money a-and a car t-to get away.”

“Money and a car? That’s easy. There are plenty of cars right here, I’m sure I can get one for you. But that money… we’re not near a bank.” He whispered something again, making the woman speak up.

“H-he s-AHH!” She screamed as he growled and said something, pulling on her. “E-empty your p-pockets!” Hitoshi’s eyes scanned the crowd and everyone looked at him for help. They knew him and now they needed him.

“I don’t think you’ll want their stuff,” Hitoshi said, holding his hands out, his eyes on the knife. “I can get you the money, but I need her to be safe and sound.” The villain glared at Hitoshi and whispered something to the terrified woman who let out a sob before talking.

“H-he said h-he’ll k-ki-kill me. I-if you d-don’t listen to him.” Hitoshi had an idea, but it was extremely risky. No reinforcements followed so that meant he was on his own.

“Calm down. Don’t hurt her,” he sighed before pushing his strategy, “how much?”

“T-ten thousand.”

“Oh I don’t think we have that. I think there’s a bank down that road, it’s not close but we can make it. Let go of her and I’ll take you there myself.”

“Y-you go! H-he’ll st-stay here wi-with me.”

“Well damn, I can’t do that.” Hitoshi sighed before a smirk made its way onto his face. His eyes gazed into the villain’s, before he looked the villain up and down. “Are you scared? You’re shaking.”

“H-he says sh-shut up.”

“I’m just making an observation.”

“H-he’ll kill me!”

“For a thief, you’re not a very good one. I’m just pointing it out.” That got him.

“JUST SHUT-“ His eyes turned milky white and everyone froze.

“Let go of her.” Immediately, his arms fell off of her and she ran to Hitoshi. Without even thinking, Hitoshi took her in his arms, holding her tightly against him. “Oh your knees, hands above your head.” The villain complied immediately and everyone burst into cheers.

The woman hugged Hitoshi, thanking him numerous times. He nodded as someone from the crowd called for help. Within 10 minutes, the police and pro heroes arrived.

The woman was taken away and after everyone was questioned, they were allowed to go home.

As Hitoshi started walking home, a voice called out to him, stopping him. He turned his head and looked back at the person, waiting for them to talk.

“A villain’s quirk, huh?” The words on his chest tingled and warmed up, the universal sign of his soulmate speaking the words marking his skin. Almost immediately, Hitoshi turned hostile, ready to lash out. DID THEY NOT SEE WHAT HE JUST DID?! So this was his dumb soulmate?! Great! He’d been dying to give this bitch a piece of his mind for a good 15 years! He faced them prepared to argue but froze at the words that came from their mouth. “I don’t think there’s such a thing. Besides, you clearly proved otherwise. Congratulations, Mindjack.”

Wait, what?

The look on his face caused them to laugh a little. He’d just barely registered the look of amusement on their face.

“I know what they say about you. I’ve… never believed it was true. I hate how people say that someone has a “villain’s quirk”, there is no such thing. Your quirk is how you use it. Look at All Might. A powerful giant who smashed villains with his fists. No one called him a villain.” He couldn’t believe the words coming out of his soulmate’s mouth. They didn’t think he was a villain! It was all just a misunderstanding.

God, did he hate himself...

He grew up hating his soulmate, coming up with the best speech and argument he could. He’d prepared a pretty damn solid one too, but now he had to throw that all out the window because none of what he thought was true. His soulmate didn’t think he was a villain… they just got cut off! Why the hell did it do that anyway? Was this just some cruel joke from the universe?

Unfortunately, to the person in front, they had no idea Hitoshi was their soulmate, since the hero had yet to say a single word to them. Now that the majority of the public had thinned out, they decided it was best to leave.

“Well uh… see you around.” They said and turned to leave, walking in the opposite direction. His first words were ridiculously dumb because he didn’t even try to stop her. All he could say was:

“My soulmate doesn’t think I’m a villain.” They paused, their eyes widening as their back tingled and heated up. That… MINDJACK WAS THEIR SOULMATE?! They turned around, facing him, seeing the same shocked expression on his face.

“Y-you’re m-my soulmate?” They squeaked out, making him slowly nod. They almost cried from happiness. Just like Hitoshi, the words on their back were something they’d questioned almost every single day. Why would they think their soulmate was a villain? Was he really? They grew up believing their fated half was a villain. That maybe they’d done something but at the same time, none of it made sense. Why would their other half say that if they were a villain?

“I am,” Hitoshi said confidently. The fear had melted away from both of them, the uncertainty finally put to rest. “I-I’m Hitoshi Shinsou.” He introduced, his eyes meeting their beautiful (e/c) ones.

“Hitoshi…” they whispered, a smile gracing their features. “I’m (y/f/n). N-nice to meet you.” Hitoshi chuckled and nodded, looking down for a second. He’d never felt… so giddy and content. His eyes widened and he almost didn’t catch them. Without him realizing it, they’d run towards him, throwing themselves on him.

Hitoshi sighed, closing his eyes and pulling their body flush against his. His arms tightened around them, as if he was scared to let go. He didn’t want them to just… disappear.

(f/n) didn’t think he was a villain. Hitoshi was ashamed for hating them for no damn reason and vowed to make it up to them. (y/f/n) was his soulmate, his and his alone. The universe had chosen this beautiful person for someone like him and he would cherish and love them for as long time would let him.

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A Kiss For a Hero

[Oneshot/Imagine]

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinso x Reader

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Summary: Shinso had seen you before. You were just a normal civilian yet he feels a connection to you. One day, the building you worked in suddenly was on fire. Luckily, Shinso was in patrol near your workplace. So he was at the building once he was notified. He was checking if there was anyone was still in the burning building. Then he noticed you. You were still in the building. But before he could tell the other heroes, you fell. Shinso immediately used his scarf and saved you. To show appreciation, you kissed his cheek.

Warnings: Swearing, some wrong grammars, you in a burning building, almost death experience(?),

Genre: Fluff, pro hero shinso,

Keys:

Y/n- your name,

Reader: Neutral

Made by: onegingek in Tumblr

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He was just walking in his civilian clothes in a crowd. Nothing seems out of the ordinary. No villains for the day, happy people, no criminals. He was so distracted by the surrounding that he didn’t focused what was in front of him.

He felt an impact on his chest and the noise of a bag fell. He stumbled back and closed his eyes for a few seconds. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry!” You apologized, completely embarrassed. He looked at you and nodded. “It’s fine..”

Shinso was going to grab your bag and hand it to you. But the both of you went for it at the same time, making both of your hands touch. You and Shinso’s hand pulled away from the bag until you took it as fast as you can. The both of you blushed as you both stared at each other.

You were the first one to tear the stare as you checked your watch. “OH NO, I’M LATE!!” You panicked. “Sorry again, Mister!” You shouted once you were in a far enough distance from him. He watched as your figure slowly fade away from his line of vision, then he looked at the hand which touched yours. He blushed once more before walking to his agency.

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Shinso was now in his alter ego, Mindjack (Is that his pro hero name?). He was patrolling near your workplace, which he didn’t know. A few minutes in patrolling, he was notified that there was a burning building near the patrolling area. He looked around and finally saw the smoke and fire in a building. “How did I not see this?” He muttered.

He then ran to the building to see the pro heroes, fire department. police department, patients, nurses and doctors, and news reporters. He went his way through the reporters to the heroes with no effort. “Are there many more people still caught in the building?” Mindjack(Shinso) asked. “We don’t think so. But I have a feeling at least one person is still there.. I can’t see clearly so I can’t debunk it.” The hero answered him.

Mindjack nodded then looked at the building. Top to bottom, left to right. The smoke was making it difficult to see if there was no people left. He couldn’t go inside the building since it was close to collapsing.

He then saw something that had caught his eyes. Someone was in the building. He was going to report it until you slipped and fell off the building by accident. Mindjack, and the other people saw this. But none of them except for Mindjack was the closest to saving you. He immediately used his binding scarf to wrap it around your waist and slow your fall.

He didn’t pull you to him immediately, instead, he slowly and carefully led you to his arms for safety. “Are you ok?” He asked. You face was looking down at the floor so he didn’t knew who you were in the moment. You took a deep breath and nodded, finally looking at him. “Yes, I think so.” You answered. He looked at you with wide eyes, knowing who you are. “Thank you, Mindjack.” You kissed his cheek, he blushed. His heart pounded as he guided you to the nurses. Once you were released from his arms. He walked away into a safe distance from you and blushed furiously, touching the kissed cheek with his hand.

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z-zonk · 3 years ago

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***Rating: 18+

***Pairing: Pro Hero! Izuku Midoriya X Fem!Reader

***Summary:

Well, that wasn’t part of the plan.

In the doorway, standing at an inconceivable height was the Symbol of Hope. Number one hero Deku.

‘This definitely didn’t look good’ you thought to yourself as you stood over the nearly incapacitated man.

This didn’t look good at all.

***Word Count: 3.5K

"Mindjack"

Hitoshi’s indigo eyes followed you as you frantically paced the length of his office. Your frantic gestures as you told him about Midoriya’s offer irritated him. If you just calmed down maybe he’d be able to think. With your final comment on the situation you plopped yourself down in a nearby chair. You cupped your face in your palms and groaned.

“Ya done with the theatrics?” He asked. His mind moved a million miles a minute as he tried to assess the situation. If everything got more out of hand he would need outside help. He was trying to conceal all of this from the people above him. He wanted everything handled between you two. He knew it would be better for you this way.

You looked up from your hands with a teary eyed glare. But your face softened at the stress that adorned Hitoshi’s. You assumed all of this was just as hard on him.

In the beginning, you didn’t know if Hitoshi was a formal member of Project Alpha, but you remembered how he would frequent the halls of the bottom floor. He knew some of your fellow engineers and moved freely between their labs. You had watched him from afar, curious as to what he was doing on the bottom floor. You listened close to breakroom conversions, peered around corners, and averted chaste, but somewhat longing glances. In your mind you were being subtle, but to Shinso you might as well have been waving around a red flag.

“I can feel you staring at me, all the time,” he said as he took a seat across from you. He watched as your eyes widened. The sounds of your chopsticks clattering to the table filled the empty break room. You were speechless.

“I um, I-”

“I just want to know what it is you want?”

He was so blunt. A tad impolite too, but you supposed your actions had been too. You played with your fingers as you tried to compose yourself and gather your thoughts. “I’m sorry if I’ve been kind of strange. I’m just trying to figure out what a Pro Hero is doing around here.”

He simply nodded his head. Then he said, “Yeah I get it, I was also trying to figure out how a high school student got put on this assignment.”

Your cheeks puffed you as you let out an annoyed huff. The implication that you were some child made you feel warm with frustration. This wasn’t the first time you felt you had been looked down on for your age. The mystique about him was completely shattered to you. You didn’t care why he was here anymore. You just wanted to never see him again.

You closed the lid on your bento and stood up. “I am not some little girl. I’m just as qualified to be here as anyone else.” With that final statement you left him there. You honestly thought that would be the end of it. But you were wrong. It was a week later when he came strolling into your shared lab. He traded out his hero suit for a regular slim cut charcoal grey suit. He looked like a salaryman with unruly indigo hair. His hands were casually stuffed into the pockets of his dress pants as he approached your workbench in almost a strut.

You could feel him behind you as he peered over your shoulder. Watching you as you wrote in one of your notebooks.

“Hey highschooler, working on a class project?” He teased.

You chewed at the inside of your cheek as you tried to suppress all of your rude thoughts. You forced yourself to focus on your notes. “Not a highschooler. Graduated this year,” you said in a quiet, yet kind of gruff tone. “I know,” he said, stepping back. “I read about it in your file.”

Your hand stopped scribbling away at the college ruled paper. You almost fell out of your chair from how quickly you swivelled the seat around. “Excuse me, what gives you the right to go through my documents?” You questioned, with an almost venomous snap to your voice.

“It’s my right as your new boss.”

You were stunned. New boss? Wasn’t he supposed to be some kind of Pro Hero? You knew Ms.Hajime was leaving. But was she really leaving this guy in her place?

“I just wanted to say you were right. You are qualified to be here. Keep up the good work highschooler.” With that final taunt, he left. You told yourself it was going to be a long five years.

And as you sat across from him as he pondered what to do, you knew you had been correct. It was like you could visibly see the gears turning in his head as he weighed your options. Shinso understood that this wasn’t just about you. It was also about all of Project Alpha.

“Can’t you just use your quirk to make him forget he ever met me?” There was a pleading wobble to your voice as you asked your question. He shook his head with a small sigh. “No, Deku is immune to it. If it were an option I would’ve used it the moment you brought him into my office.”

You wanted to ask how and why Deku was immune to brainwashing, but you decided that was a question for another day.

You both sat in a prolonged period of silence. “I’ll just accept his offer, see what he wants. It’ll just be easier on all of us,” you spoke up.

He looked at you with a surprised expression. He half expected you to try and get out of Izuku’s proposal. “You want me to brainwash you before you meet up with them, make you seem more relaxed?” he asked. You shook your head, “No, doesn’t brainwashing make the persons’ behavior appear kind of strange?”

With a small smile tugging at his lips he answered you. “Then they’ll see no difference. You really are no actress.”

“Oh screw off Hitoshi.”

He laughed in your pouting face. He really did get joy from riling you up. It was pretty easy. And in the moment it felt nice to hear him laugh, even if it was at your expense. It reminded you that you were really in the trenches together. Even if there were details both of you didn’t know about one another, you were still bound to each other.

There were parts of his story you never knew. Parts of his story he signed away to secrecy. Working as an underground hero was rough at times. No agency, no sidekicks, no real support. It was like being a vigilante with a license. More often than not you were on your own. When things looked bleak, there was no one to turn to, no back up. Shinso had lost count of the amount of rookies who had gone out to work a case and never came back. Sure there would be times where two heroes would accidentally cross paths and work together, but those were almost always fortunate accidents and few and far between.

On slow nights while patrolling in the shadows he wondered how Aizawa did it. Why he did any of it? The decision to remain underground was a lonely and hard one. In between apprehending criminals and lurking in the dark he found himself reflecting on his own ideologies. He had come to many new conclusions during these moments of introspective thought. The most important one was that he sort of supported vigilantism. At the end of the day they had similar goals. Keep people safe. Taking a formal test didn’t separate the average hero from their vigilante counterpart all that much.

It wasn’t long before word got around on the underground scene that hero Mindjack would let vigilantes go if they crossed his path. In many instances they came to each other's aid. Outside of that, he kept his distance from them as to not form any personal bonds he might come to regret later.

The night he was approached was a slow night for crime. Crime always seemed to slow in the winter months. So he was left to hang out on a rooftop overlooking the city. Persistent flurries gently fell from the sky. They gradually increased in size and frequency over time. His warm breath hitting the cold air as he exhaled visually lingered in front of him. His metal mask hung low and rested in the scarf wrapped around his neck.

“About how long have you been watching me?” he asked, his words almost taking a loose form in the air.

He heard the heavy footsteps of someone behind him. He looked back over his shoulder to see a person clothed in black approaching him. One person turned to two as another stepped out from behind the first. Both people dressed in the same outfit, both with their faces hidden. They stopped about two yards away from Hitoshi and stood tall side by side. The click of heels broke through the uncomfortable silence that fell upon them. The two people parted and allowed for a third to step between them.

It was a more mature looking woman. She wasn’t dressed like the other two. She wore a tan knee length coat dress. Her glossy red heels weren’t fit for combat. Nor was her slender sharp frame. Unlike the other two her angular face was exposed. Her greying hair was pulled back into a neat bun.

“A while,” she answered.

Hitoshi had completely turned around to face the three. They looked like an odd trio, but they didn’t seem like much of a threat to Hitoshi. Not yet, at least.

“And you’re doing that because?”

“Because I think you’re the perfect candidate for this project I’m putting together. We can talk more at the Hero Public Safety Commission headquarters.”

She reached into the pocket of her coat dress and pulled out a business card. She approached Hitoshi swiftly and handed it to him. Though both of their hands were gloved, he felt something akin to a cold chill run through him as their hands slightly brushed against each other. The card read:

Hajime Oichi

Department of Support Director

Email:[email protected]

Phone number: +0X-XXX-XX-XXX

Fax: +0X-XXX-XXXX

“Consider stopping by. It’ll be worth your while. I promise.” With a dramatic flourish of her coat she turned around and walked off, her masked friends in tow.

This encounter soon became a moment on a list of things he'd never get to mention to another person.

.. ..

As you decided what to wear for your meeting with Midoriya, you reminded yourself what you were doing this for. Who you were doing this for. You kept that thought in the back of your mind as you threw almost every article of clothing you owned on your bed. What did someone wear for an informal impromptu meeting?

Your wardrobe was divided into two different categories and only two. Work clothes and clothes you wore around the house. You never had to care about what you wore out, you rarely went out these days. You spent the time at work with Hatsume hanging around each other’s apartments. You longed to spend a Sunday at her place in your favorite pair of sweatpants. You two could cook dinner together and chat about current events in hero society. Just like you two had always done. Your chest ached at the thought of Hatsume. Contact between you two had taken a very recent and sudden decline. She was tasked with doing the workload of two people. Your workload. You knew it had to be a lot. Your work could be overwhelming for even you at times. It further motivated you to just pick out a stupid outfit and get on with it. You pulled a random pair of jeans out of the pile and a T-shirt. ‘I’ve got this’, you told yourself as you let your hair down from the microfibre towel it was wrapped in.

This wouldn’t be that bad.

.. ..

Izuku saw you before you really saw him. He caught your attention as he waved you over from their chosen booth tucked in the back of the izakaya. He wasn’t alone. You knew he wouldn’t be, but the feeling of your stomach doing flips still hit you. The two men sat with their backs towards you. You ran your hands over the denim of your pants.

Izuku slid out of his side of the booth and gestured for you to take a seat. Out of compulsion you kept shifting your attention to Midoriya as you settled in. You pushed completely over expecting him to take a seat. Instead he pulled his ringing phone from his back pocket and said,

“Sorry guys, just a moment. I have to take this.”

Then he was gone. Your gaze lingered in the area where he was just standing, silently hoping he’d come back. You wondered how he could just leave you here, caged in with his friends. You were face to face with Pro Hero Shoto and Pro Hero Dynamight. Shoto’s expression was unreadable, to you at least. It somehow managed to be blank and pointed at the same time. It made you squirm slightly. Your slight shifting didn’t go unnoticed by Dynamight. You hated the way he glowered specifically at you. You knew he had something of a naturally mean looking resting face, but you felt he was laying it on a little thick in your presence. You drew in a steady even breath.

“Hi, I’m Y/L/N. It’s nice to meet you two.”

“Why are you here exactly?” Dynamight asked. His blonde brow was slightly raised, but it didn’t feel like inquisition, it felt like pure judgement. You felt like you were burning up from the inside out as his red fiery eyes looked you over.

“Midoriya said you needed a special repair for your gauntlets. I’m just here to help.” Your voice was quiet and terribly timid as you spoke. You wiped your palms over your jeans once again. You didn’t think you could forgive Midoriya for leaving you with his friends.

“That nerd told me he knew someone. I just expected you to be someone.” His words made you warm and flustered. You could feel yourself about to snap at him. You wrestled your uninhibited thoughts down as you struggled to keep them from reaching your mouth. You sighed as you thought about your next words carefully.

“Well, I’m sure if you had someone more capable your gauntlets would be fixed by now,” you told him as calmly as you could manage. He was going to open his mouth to say something when Izuku approached the booth again.

“I’m back, what's going on?” He asked with a lively smile. You pushed even further into the booth to make even more space for him to sit.

Shoto, who at some point in the conversion began scrolling through his phone, looked up at Midoriya. “Nothing much. Bakugo is just being rude,” he said, before looking back down at his phone.

“Are you tattling on me? What are you, a kindergartener?” Bakugo snapped. His palms came down on the table rattling around the drinks in front of them slightly. If you could see past Izuku, you assumed you’d see the other patrons staring at you four.

“I didn’t go to kindergarten. I was home-schooled,” Shoto replied flatly. Was he being serious?

“Yeah, it shows.”

“Kacchan, be nice,” Midoriya scolded.

“Shut up, would ya?”

You weren’t sure what you were watching. You wondered how these three men could be a team when they bickered like that. You imagined conversations between top Pro Heroes had a bit more decorum. If you weren’t squished up against the wall, you would have considered sneaking away.

“Should I go?” You asked up as you looked amongst the three men. They had all brought their attention to you. You felt yourself sinking slightly into the booth under their gaze. Your fingers dug into the upholstered seat beneath you.

“No, it’s okay. He’s great when you get to know him,” Izuku told you.

“And quieter,” Shoto added.

The booth began to smell slightly smokey with undertones of burning sugar. You wished they would just stop antagonizing the explosive hero. It would make all of this a lot easier on you.

“Can we please get back on topic?” you pleaded. The three turned their attention to you once again. Izuku nodded and waited for you to continue.

“Midoriya told me about the issue you were having. I was thinking we could take one of two routes. One, I could look at the original design blueprints and rebuild them. I’d prefer looking at the way in which they were damaged to see what needs to be strengthened. Option two is letting me redesign them almost completely.” You clasped your hands together as you finished talking. Internally you were praying he’d go with option two. You had always hated the large clunky design of his original gunalets. The hubris at the back of your mind always told you, you could do it better.

He intensely stared through you as he weighed his options. Then he said, “Both of those options sound like they're going to take awhile. I still have a job to do.”

‘Nobody working on them is also going to take awhile.’ You thought to yourself.

“You’re an incredibly strong and capable hero. I’m sure you’ll manage without them in the meantime, right?”

Izuku looked between you and Katsuki. He was slightly taken aback by the way you handled his best friend. A subtle appeal to his ego with flattery, followed by a non aggressive covert challenge. To Izuku it was like watching you try to get an aggressive dog to release its favorite toy and succeeding.

“Yeah, whatever. We’ll do the first one.”

You stifled down your feelings of disappointment. You unfortunately wouldn’t get to redesign what you considered one of ugliest support items in hero history. To you, his gauntlets were on par with Best Jeanist’s weird too high turtleneck and whatever was going on with Endeavor.

You turned your attention back to Midoriya. “Can I get a drink?”

.. ..

You couldn’t remember how many drinks you had, not that you were counting to begin with. You could only really focus on a few things, like how warm you felt, how light every one of your movements seemed, and the very lighthearted disagreement you were having with Bakugo.

Izuku noticed the drastic shift in your behavior as well. He had never seen you so relaxed. You were no longer pressed up against the wall of the booth. You had naturally migrated closer to the center of the long seat. Closer to him. Both of your outer thighs were pressed into one another. Occasionally, when you laughed you leaned in closer. You nudged him playfully after you said something that got a rise out of Bakugo.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. Miriko in her prime couldn’t solo Best Jeanist. Absolutely diluted to think that,” Katsuki snapped. His heavy hands coming down on the table once again.

“Oh please, Bakugo. Miriko after being severely injured could solo Jeanist in his prime. It was an honest to god disservice she didn’t rank higher than number 4,” you retorted.

He took another sip of his drink and glared at you. “Is her still fighting after the Nomu attack going to be your only argument?”

“As far as I’m concerned it’s the only one I’ll ever need.”

Bakugo snorted at your comment. Almost turned his nose up at it. Then he brought his attention back to Izuku. “Where the hell did you find this idiot?” He asked. Izuku simply shrugged. He looked back down at you. Your elbow rested on the tabletop. Your chin was placed in your palm, your fingers gently curled against your cheek. You looked back up at him with glee filled sparkling eyes and a grin he determined was slightly mischievous. Was this you having fun?

“I found her getting held up at a jewellery store,” he answered somewhat honestly. The two men across from you did a double take at their friend's answer. His response was almost sobering to you. Why had he answered a clearly rhetorical question honestly? What was he up to?

“You what?” Shoto asked.

You placed a firm hand on Izuku’s shoulder. “I have to go to the bathroom. You tell it.” Even in a drunken haze you knew you might not be able to hold a very good poker face.

He slipped out of the booth and allowed you to pass. You stumbled forward as you stood to your feet for the first time in hours. Your hands caught Izuku’s shirt and you clung to his waist. Instinctively he grabbed your forearms to hold you up. You looked back up at him and muttered a quick apology before standing correctly on still tired feet. Katsuki and Shoto shared a quick look between each other. Then all three men watched you walk off, waiting till you were far enough to be out of earshot.

Everyone looked at each other kind of frenzied. Everyone had a question they couldn't wait to exchange, but Izuku beat the other two to the punch.

“So now that you met Y/N, what do you think?”

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