#prohero!shinsou

[uly55es]

'In another life, We could have been more.'

More details below// Uncensored Image Below!!// MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH!!! In the slowburn I'm writing, Monoma and Shinso live through a long and yearnful friendship. Both convinced the other would deny their feelings to focus on their pro-hero journey. Monoma wants nothing more than for Shinso to take Aizawas places as a night-time/quiet hero, to take care of his parents and Eri. He can't fathom Shinso wanting to be in the light with him, to do pro-hero modeling, interviews or such next to him. He knows Shinso- he knows how he prefers to be in the dark through his work, knows his association with Deku and his parents Pro-Hero history. He values himself and Shinso so so much- he doesn't want to force him into a spot light that he couldn't cope with. Imagine what the press would say? if the silent hero was caught around the loud, arrogant and hated 'Phantom Thief'. It's unfair to tangle Shinso's chaotic life in his status, for the chance that his confession instead causes disrepair in their long friendship. Shinso wants so badly to stand with Monoma, to be in his shadow- watching his six. To stalk alleys with him while looking for those to help or capture- But he's not stupid. Monoma is bright-brighter than the sun, louder than anyones he's met and his energy fills any room he walks into. He couldn't forgive himself if his adoration- if his love for Monoma pressured him to follow Shinso to the shadows, to dim his light. He knows that the dark hero 'mind-jack' is already fighting the press about his villianous quirk and appearance, he almost leans into it- but To push Monoma into that drama? someone whos sobbed into Shinsos arms about his own parents calling him 'evil' for his 'Villainous' quirk? its unfair, a chance that Shinso can't take. He hates seeing Monoma is pain as it is. There is silent acknowledgement of their friendship turning into something more domestic and intimate- drunken kisses, holding hands for comfort, practically living with eachother, calling and texting constantly. But- never as Pros, never as 'The Phantom Thief' and 'Mind-Jack'. The press, the danger and the chaos of their undisclosed relationship couldn't be risked. Risk. Shinso wish he took it- they're both Pros anyway, and Aizawa filled his head with the understanding that being a pro is dangerous- His own missing limbs or senses to prove it- and that he needs to live life smart and proud. But he's a coward at heart, never pushing the limits of their relationship, never trying to learn if these feelings were actually requited or not. It doesn't matter now. A villain who was just lucky enough, hitting the right place, movements too quick and now- nothing. Now he has nothing, no love, no friend, no light.

YAH :D I've been drawing too much fluff of these two. so. Yah :D

[mysteriesmuse]

Bruised Heart ♥️

Your partner, Hitoshi Shinsou, knew how you liked to sleep. In fact, he knew all the ways you liked to sleep. Curled up like a kitten underneath a warm blanket and a pillow held to you chest. Or snoozing with your hair pressed out like sleeping beauty. Your gorgeous little manicured fingers splayed across your soft stomach. Or reclined in a chair with your head tilted back at an angle that made that hurt your neck when you woke. Or blissfully passed out with your hands wrapped around his bicep. . . . but not on your stomach. Never on your stomach. Yet here you were, head cradled in your arms eyes shut and brows furrowed as you laid on top of his bed, in his apartment. Hitoshi sat next to you staring down at your back. He’s insisted you’d stay at his place after you’d been taken and slammed against the wall like a rag doll. the flashy cut-out on your costume giving you a beautiful glowing flash of skin in the shape of a heart now leaving a narly bruise in the same adorable shape. He’d finished off the fight. Gotten the villain apprehended and left as soon as others arrived on the crime scene. And then promptly hoisted you on his back as you rested your head on the crook of his neck. A bunch of little whimpers leaving your lips as you pressed your phone against your ear calling up Recovery Girl. He walked the whole way back, your soft pleading brushing against his spine, and your other hand looped around his neck clutching onto his scarf. Only to find that your coworker and friend the head nurse couldn’t come out to see you until tomorrow morning. Now you squeezed your eyes shut laying atop his comforter as he sat and silently watched over you. You blindly reached your hand behind your back to gingerly touch the bruise once more. “Come on, quit licking your wounds, kitten . . . It’s not gonna work.” Hitoshi gently went to move your hand, your finger twitched as he held it, “but I hafta’ try. I can’t lay here like this anymore. Give me the mirror I wanna try again.” He frowned at your stubborn insistence. Your healing ablities wouldn’t work if you didn’t see it with your own eyes: enhancements, yes; with mirrors, no. The both of you knew that. Hitoshi could only shake his head as more tears pricked the corners of your eyes. A shiny pout as you hastily wiped and sniffled. He hated seeing you in pain like this. He pulled back one of the twin braids from your face. It hadn’t been so bad an hour ago when he’s let you soak and clean up in the tub, but now as you tried to rest. the pain only seemed to flare. His best friend and partner was laying on his bed hair damp and braided, eyes puffy and face shiny from fallen tears. The hills of the bruise peaking out from a tube top that you stole. The black & blue resting just underneath your angelic shoulder blades. Ones that have carried his weight and healed him many times before. “It’s gonna be okay,” he breathed, “I’m gonna be right here.” he placed his hands on either side of your shoulder leaned down and pressed a soft and chaste kiss to the offending bruise pressing up halfway to lock eyes with you. you mumbled out a flustered, “fhank you- that was nice. . .” The corner of your partners lips quirked up and he dove back down to press another one on the other shoulder. His cool nose booping the sensitive skin of the bruise, “Mhm, anytime.” And Hitoshi kept gently rubbing your skin with his gentle touch and thumbing the ridges of your tube top flat as he stroked you. Large hands brushing against your sad and seering skin. Hitoshi now deciding to lay under you, as your body bent to the curves of his chest. Your soft skin content in his touch as your body across his. Breathing into your hair as you silently cried, “all you gotta do is be a kitten, Kitten.”

[bkdk-fan4ever]

Shindeku | Underground Hero!Shinsou Hitoshi | No. 1 Hero! Midoriya Izuku | Daiting | Oblivious Hitoshi

The Fool by lostintheclouds321

After transferring out of U.A into a different hero school, Hitoshi's life has been going pretty well. When he meets Izuku, the guy he saved from getting mugged, it starts going great.

or

The fic where Shinsou Hitoshi doesn't realize he's dating the Number One Hero.

[hydrangeapartridge]

Spiderman Kiss (Pro Hitoshi Shinsou x reader)

Seeing Hitoshi hanging upside down like spiderman altered my brain chemistry, and I had to write a little something including the iconic spiderman kiss (from 2002... I'm getting old...).

So here it is! (under the cut).

It is a stand alone drabble but in my head it is set in the universe of my ProHero Shinsou x Cat Café owner reader fanfiction Chocolate Kisses and Catpuccinos. (So the characters are adults).

You cursed against your idiocy as you struggled to lock your shop. You had forgotten your gloves again this morning, and with your fingers numbed from the cold winter air, you couldn’t get the damn key in the small keyhole. You let out a frustrated groan when a gust of icy wind blew in your hair. You nuzzled deeper into the too big scarf around your neck, seeking its warmth, and the scent of its real owner. The scent of him, fresh and flowery. It gave you courage, and you finally succeeded in locking the damn door. You indulged into a little victory dance before stepping away from the door and heading to your bike. Unlocking it was difficult too with how cold your hands were. You started feeling frustrated. It was late and you were eager to be back in the warmth of your home.

You were struggling with the bike lock when you heard noises coming from the alley beside your shop. Curious, you left your bike to head there. For all you knew, you could find a stray cat in need of care. You loved cats. And so did he.

So you stepped into the dark alley. It was a bit narrow, barely enough for two people to fit in. Another noise caught your ears, and you yelped when a voice followed.

“Kitten”

Of course you recognized Hitoshi’s voice the second you heard it, and the jolt of fear that seized you gave way to a warm feeling of affection. You turned around, looking for your boyfriend; your hero. However, your eyes found no trace of him. You frowned, perplex. You were sure you heard him.

“Are you sure it’s safe to step into dark alleys alone like you just did?”

You turned around again, following his voice. And to your surprise, there he was, but upside down, hanging from the nearby building by clever twists and knots of his capture weapon. At first you recoiled in astonishment upon seeing him starring at you from this unusual position. With how narrow the street was, his face was mere inches from yours, his pretty violet eyes almost at the same level as your gaze. The mask he usually wore over his mouth was lowered around his neck, letting you see the whole expanse of his pale features.

“Hi!” You beamed at him, once the surprise gone, simply happy to see him. He was on patrol duty tonight, so you never hoped to see him before he came home.

“Hi” He lowly replied, a soft smile gracing his thin lips.

You admired his pretty features, simply getting lost in the unexpected joy to see him.

“Is there something on my face?” Hitoshi teased after a moment, and you shook your head, smiling even brighter if possible.

“No, just happy to see you” You honestly told him. “But what are you doing here?”

Hitoshi grinned, and rummaged through one of the many pockets of his uniform. He retrieved something before offering it to you in his opened palm.

“Here, you forgot them this morning” He said, just as your eyes fell onto the pair of wool gloves you usually wore when it was cold.

You carefully took them and put them on. Warmth instantly returned to your numb fingers, the feeling first weird, but then pleasant.

Your eyes met Hitoshi’s again, and you were sure that he could see in your eyes all the affection you had for him. How much you adored him.

“Thank you” You simply whispered, but words alone couldn’t express your deep gratitude.

In a rush of affection, you placed your now gloved hands on his cold cheeks. You barely had time to see surprise paint Hitoshi’s features before you closed your eyes and kissed him.

With the strange position you found yourself into, the kiss felt different. Hitoshi inhaled sharply through his nose when your lips pressed against his, but soon, his lips parted, accepting your kiss.

His lips moved against yours in an unusual dance. Kissing like that in public, so differently from your usual sleepy make-out sessions in the comfy couch in your apartment, made the whole situation thrilling. You were losing yourself in the excitement your hungry kissing brought, keeping Hitoshi’s face in place as he indulged you, his tongue caressing yours until your knees felt weak.

You boyfriend was on duty, and he should be going back to his patrol. You shouldn’t be distracting him like you were. There were more important things for him to do. You knew about that, but in that moment you really did not care.

The kiss went on until your lips felt swollen and your brain turned to mush. Was it because he was starting to feel as light-headed as you, especially while upside-down, or because he remembered his duty, but Hitoshi soon progressively toned down the kiss, placing one last tender peck on your lips before pulling away. He was always the reasonable one.

Your eyes fluttered opened, and you were met with the delicious sight of your boyfriend’s cheeks flushed, and his lips reddened. You had trouble calming your breathing, and you knew you would have even more trouble letting him go. But you had to. His job was important.

If you often felt selfish in your desire to keep him to yourself, Hitoshi was selfless, always putting the job he dreamed of first. But it was alright; you would be seeing him in the morning, as always, when he would be done helping those in need.

“I have to go” Your boyfriend apologetically whispered.

You nodded your head in understanding. You were glad he already went as far as bringing you your gloves.

“Be safe. My hero” You told him, leaving one last caress on his cheek.

[sttm99]

MASTERLIST

This is an 18+ blog, so please please pleaassseee MDNI

I write majorly for Bakugo right now, and the tiniest bit of Shinsou in some of my fics

I write for FEM!readers

My requests are always open

I hope you have a nice time here🤗

Multi-part fics

King!Bakugo x reader [Arranged Marriage]

Part 1: Till Death Do Us Part

Part 2: Only Ever You and Me

Ex!Bakugo x reader [Finding out his ex had a child for him]

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Part 2

Part 3

BestFriend!Bakugo x reader [He gave you tips on giving head and realises he wants more] [NSFW]

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Part 2

Bakugo x Popular!reader [He falls for the girl everyone wants]

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Bakugo x Cashier!reader [You're a cashier at a convenience store he went to]

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[You use your quirk on Bakugo at a party] [NSFW]

[Bakugo developing a crush on a mean!reader] [suggestive]

[Your boss, Bakugo, loves spoiling you] [NSFW]

[Bakugo's girlfriend knows he's attracted to you] [NSFW]

[You're a cashier at a convenience store Bakugo comes to] [suggestive]

[Bakugo mistaking you for his stepsister]

[Bakugo forming a little crush on a shy!reader]

[Bakugo fixing the mess he made with his sneaky link] [NSFW]

[Bakugo and reader during the class movie night] [NSFW]

[Villain!Bakugo coming back to you] [NSFW]

[You have an unhealthy desire to please your boss, Bakugo] [NSFW]

[Pro Hero Dynamight falling for model!reader]

[Bakugo and his friends borrow weed from you during a school trip]

[Bakugo talking with his drunk ex]

[ProHero Bakugo hooking up with a new UA graduate]

[Older Bakugo and a former classmate at their reunion]

[Pro Hero Bakugo and the Live painter at his friend's wedding]

[pearl-blue-musings]

Hi

I’m having thoughts and feelings and finally felt okay enough to right. It’s not long, it’s not perfect, but I wrote something about some of my fav’s

Soft moments with: Alhaitham, Dan Heng, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaveh, Tsukishima Kei x gn!reader

On days when Alhaitham has little work and little to read, he likes to help you in the kitchen. He knows you went to the grand bazaar before coming home and he decided to help you out. As you’re washing the dishes next to him, he likes to flick soapy water on you and even bump your hip. He’s not always teasing in this manner, but he really does love these soft moments with you.

Dan Heng enjoys the quiet and stillness of the archives. But what makes it better is when he sees you looking over the data collections and other books. A soft and rare smile comes to his face as he decides to sit next to you with a soft sigh. You lean your head on his shoulder as he holds your hand. He asks you about your thoughts and you continue to ramble. The way you talk has always had him mesmerized and he might actually fall asleep.

Being a Prohero with late hours doesn’t always provide the best accommodations. But for Shinsou Hitoshi, it works in his favor. He has the pleasure of seeing you wake up to him coming home. You’re usually in something of his, your voice laced with sleepiness and the right amount of love. He, of course, loves seeing you awake and enthusiastic. But seeing you wake up instead of you seeing him wake up? It makes his heart soar. He gets to kiss your nose in full costume while you’re in a large tshirt. He’ll take late hours over day shifts for the rest of his life if he gets these soft moments with you.

The bubbling frustrating Kaveh feels dissipates the moment you press your hands on his shoulders. You leave a kiss on his cheek as he lays his head down in desperation. He takes a deep breath and sits up, resting his cheek in his hand. His crimson eyes revel in yours as he brings you in for a soft kiss. He thanks you for the shake out of his stupor and interlocks your fingers together. Instantly, he’s visibly more relaxed and has an easy smile on his face.

Tsukishima rubs at the corner of his eyes, holding his glasses in the other hand. He sighs deeply with a slight groan. He’s ready to grumble and gripe at the sound of knocking at his office window until he sees you. You have a warm smile on your face with two bags of what he assumes are treats from his favorite bakery. He huffs and nods to the side museum entrance, in which you quickly come inside. You show him the bags and he’s immediately grinning and cupping your face for a kiss. You giggle into it and drop the bags on his desk, running your fingers through his blond tufts before poking the top of his forehead. He pouts and calls you an annoyance so he can give have two cakes for himself. You roll your eyes and sit down next to him to help him relax.

[alienaiver]

You know I love the fic where you figure out that you're anemic with Shinsou...

How about a fic where reader is extremely exhausted after a mission that messed up their sleep cycle and now they should rest but can't? With Denki? I just love how you wrote this bone deep exhaustion and I'd love to see your take on how Denki would try to get them to sleep?

thank you!!!!! its such a good fic, too i feel! im very proud of it 🥺🧡

i hope this is okay!! im not sure i hit it as well as i imagined, but i do think it turned out cute!!! thank u for this request, denkis so cute. i wanted to write more honestly, but i also need to contain myself sometimes..... 🙈

warnings: none! this is just cute. genderneutral and poc+body positive as always! unbeta'd but proofwritten. timeskip and prohero!reader (quirk not mentioned) and pro hero!kaminari wordcount: 1k

You’ve been staring at the wall for hours.

Or at least, it feels like it, but you hardly notice the time passing. The cup of tea in your grasp has gone cold, steam flowed up and left. It’s not until you feel a warm palm on your shoulder that you’re pulled out of whatever trance your insomnia’s put you under.

“Y’know, I feel like that sleeping tea would work better if you actually consumed it.”

You look up and send Kaminari a half-hearted glare. He just smiles before he jumps nimbly over the backrest of the couch – ever the agile hero – to cuddle up against you. His hand traces your arm and squeezes lightly, “you need to sleep.” is all he says. You hold back a scoff, your tiredness making your edges sharper than usual.

You’re exhausted.

You came home a little over 23 hours ago – or was it 25? - prepared to throw yourself right on top of the bedding and pass out. Stake out missions that ends in confrontation are exhilarating and exciting, adrenaline rushing through you from the moment you’re stationed in some bush on a hill right until the last villain has been cuffed and handed to the police.

Unfortunately for you, the after shocks of the adrenaline takes a while to leave. A rush after a rush, how ironic. Every time you close your eyes they physically want to open themselves, want to be aware of your surroundings. You guess napping in a bush while your partner keeps watch will do that to you.

Kaminari nibbles at your shoulder as his puppy eyes keeps you under tight watch; he’s had the days off and watched you succumb to an awakened state that doesn’t sit right.

There’s a faint buzz to your limbs, the heaviness making it not quite a tingling, fizzling out in your fingertips and toes. It helps when Kaminari’s close to you. He’s much too often too warm, but the comfort of him is nice these hours. He lets out a small huff of a laugh, “want me to zap you? To make you pass out, I mean.”

You grunt, “if you’re cleaning the couch after I’ll accidentally relieve myself, sure. Anything at this point.”

He laughs and nuzzles into you, “anything, you say? If those words were as true as Bakugou’s unbridled anger, you would’ve consumed the tea I so carefully brewed with love.”

You feel shame run through you; you had meant to drink it, time just… passed. Vanished without you noticing. God, your eyes are heavy. How can your eyes hurt so much from being awake, yet refuse to stay closed?

You bend your knees up and he gently takes the cup out of your hands with a kiss to your cheeks, “I’ll brew a new one, love. I’m just teasing you.”

Now you mirror him, nuzzling your head into his chest, “I know.” you pout, and he wraps his arms around you. When he starts drawing circles onto your back with the cup slowly, you laugh. He kisses the top of your head before retreating, taking his warmth with him.

You follow his figure out into the kitchen and hear him turn the kettle back on. It whirs into life with a droning that grates your ears. You really should clean it, soon. Kaminari’s humming a light tune, the sound of a tea-bag wrapper being opened before the click of the kettle rings. He does as told, waits a moment before pouring the tea as to not burn the tea leaves and make it bitter. A trick he learned from Shinsou when he’d called and asked how to make someone sleep in a minor, badly-hidden panic yesterday.

Your head drops back and you stare at the ceiling. It’s white and nothing to write home about, but every shade and stain of color pops out when you stare at it this intently. You feel a crick in your neck that groans at every small movement. You should buy new pillows like you’ve planned for too long. Did you change the sheets before the mission? You don’t remember. You’re not sure why it’s important when you’re fighting with the ache in your elbow. You took a nasty hit during the fighting that aches. It travels towards the shoulder, thudding, thudding. You won’t be able to sleep on your left side.

Kaminari comes back in with the cup, and when you reach to grab it, he pulls away. “Nuh-uh, I’ll keep an eye on the temperature and give it to you when it’s drinkable. You’re just going to forget again.”

You groan but let your head fall to his shoulder after he settles. “Can you hum a song again?” you ask and he turns his head so that his lips are against the crown of your head and starts humming. It’s slow, melodic and calming.

He hums out Stay Alive by José Gonzáles. Kaminari doesn’t remember lyrics well, but a few words slip past his lips here and there, and you enjoy the feeling of his lips moving.

“The tea is ready now, my love.” he hums and pulls gently away to hand you the tea. Gravity does it work to a limb body and your head falls slowly towards him before it gently hits the backrest. There’s a small path of drool trailing from the corner of your lips and from the new position, a small snore starts to make its way through you.

Kaminari smiles, helps your head back on his shoulder slowly and stay like that until he’s sure your sleep is deep, so that he can carry you to bed gently and wrap you up. From time to time, he turns his head to kiss your forehead. He swears he sees a smile forming after one of them, but it might just be your dream triggering it.

He makes sure all of yours and his usual alarms are turned off for tomorrow, making sure that however long you need to rest, you won’t be disturbed.

[moon-is-a-cryptid]

Strawberry energy 🍓

Warnings: none

Gender: use of the word mrs otherwise gender neutral

Kirishima having a Pre-Workout product called Riot Rage is a personal HC 👏🏻❤️‍🔥

It’s advertised as the most manly pre workout for guys, gals and non binary pals, because all genders can be manly in Ejiros opinion. His pre workout would come in a variety of tastes like strawberries, bomb pop, fruit punch all centered around red themed coloring, it’s a fairly successful brand already despite kiri not being a top hero, he can thank his bestie bakugou for helping advertise it.

But the way the Sale SKYROCKET when you, Prohero RedRiots s/o Is caught by the press heading to the gym in a “be unbreakable” red riot work out top drinking a bright red liquid out of a gym bottle to work out with Bakugous S/O, Stopped to ask what you were drinking, what you were going to do, who were you going to see etc. with cameras flashing and the tapes rolling, “I’m heading to the gym to see {bakugous s/o} and I’m drinking RiotRage Strawberry energy” turning to the camera you hold the bottle up next to your face “The perfect pre workout to make you feel unbreakable” with a wink before you push your way past and into the private gym.

Your face would then be plastered on magazines with a wink and holding your RiotRage, Kiris PR Team became all over it and asked if you guys could promote his product more often since he got some popularity off it, the folks seemed to love you and would go wild for the loving work out couple look you guys had. You would occasionally posting about it on your socials and staring in the adds that are put out on social platforms. Kirishima made it very clear that If you were uncomfortable with anything that you didn’t have to do it and his team agreed. You were so excited to agree since it helped Kirishima your loving husband out in his field. Next think you know you and kiri are posing in your usual gym outfits with the brand, making promotional videos about it, listing off the benefits of the pre work out.

Within the week of the preparations you received the first View of the ad that was to be sent out, it was a picture of kirishima lifting you above his head with one arm as if you were a dumbbell while you were drinking out of a gym bottle with different flavors scattered around. At the top of the ad it says “FEEL UNBREAKABLE IN THE GYM” and at the bottom “JUST LIKE MR. AND MRS. REDRIOT”

This came to me literally while i was drinking a code read Mnt Dew💀

See a spicy challenge for bakugous hot sauce brand

See smittens coffee for shinsous coffee brand

Masterlist🗒️

[kisabesworld]

Can you make a dead dove prohero! shinsou Hitoshi x fem!reader? Give me as crazy as you got and my life is yours 😔🖤

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YIPPEE yes i would love to yes

(not proofread)

WARNINGS: noncon, mean shinsou, kidnapping

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shinsou had always been a bit.. unsettling to you. In your UA high days, he’d always followed you around, or at least that’s what you assumed. he was everywhere you went. you’re in the cafeteria? he’s a couple people down from you in the row of students waiting for food. you’re in the bathroom? well he’s outside talking to a friend.

he could’ve maybe played this off, but his eyes were a dead giveaway. lilac irises, following your every move, eyes narrowed as if a predator was stalking its prey.

when you graduated you were relieved. you now were at hawks’ agency, carrying out your duties as a sidekick.. and in a few months, you’d be beginning your own agency. the thought made you absolutely giddy, to the point of girlishly giggling and stomping your feet excitedly.

this exact day was a month until you’d start your agency. a day to celebrate, really. you invite out your friends to a karaoke bar, which they happily agree to. after having 5 too many shots and maybe a bit to smoke, it was safe to say you could barely see in front of you.

you clutched your bag, walking shakily as you tried to stay steady. you mumble something incoherent to yourself, not even you knowing what you said. when you stumble into a brick wall, steadying yourself on the harsh stone, that’s when you see him. a blurry figure with lilac hair.

wait.

lilac? you could barely think, shoving yourself off the wall and standing on wobbly legs, like a newborn deer. your eyes move up to face him, brows furrowing slightly.

and in that moment you truly do curse yourself, because of what you do next. looking up at the tall man before you, eyes grazing over his messily kept hair, before landing on his, you say:

“what’th fuck’re you doing here?”

you say, speech slurred by the alcohol coursing through your veins. but before you know it , you’re standing up a bit straighter, no longer in control of your body.

oh.

you remember now. lilac hair, and brainwashing quirk. right.

he steps forwards, pebbles cracking underneath his boots as he does. “Stupid slut.” he spits immediately. But you can’t say anything. He only smirks, before landing a slap to your cheek.

Your eyes don’t even widen, you’re stuck in place with a slightly reddening cheek and tears brimming your eyelids.

he only scoffs, grasping your hand in his. “C’mon, slut.” he says, only to pull you along with him. and you couldn’t help but follow.

he leads you to a sleek black hellcat, with shiny new rims and spotless paint. you probably would’ve appreciated it a bit more if you hadn’t been being kidnapped.

he opens the car door, before pointing to the passenger seat. “sit.” he says, as if the command were simple.

as if you were some mutt.

but you oblige, against your own will. you sit down, hands folding themselves neatly above your knees.

he simply grins, slamming the door and getting in on the other side. he looks you over, head tilted slightly and eyes scrutinizing you.

“we’re going to cut your hair when we get back. I liked it shorter.” he says matter of factly, grabbing some of your locks and tugging harshly to bring you face closer to his. he immediately kisses you though, and you want to squirm away in disgust immediately. this— monster.

he pulls away, breathless before sitting back, unzipping his jeans before raising himself off the seat to slide them down to his thighs. he moves his boxers, revealing his hard, leaking cock.

you can feel yourself swallow, despite being under his control. he looks at you, sneering down. “jerk me off while I drive.” he sneers, before putting the car in drive.

you immediately reach over, hand wrapping itself around his warm, leaky tip. you internally shudder, before you begin pumping his length.

you begin to get faster, arm muscles burning as you wish you could just stop. but just then he speaks.

“stop, slut.” he commands, and you do. he parks quickly, before turning to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “lick your hand clean dog.” he says, head tilted slightly. and what else were you supposed to do..?

you bring a shaky hand to your mouth, licking it clean of pre cum as he promptly zips up his pants, watching you intently.

he hums in approval, before stepping out of the car, walking to the passenger side and grabbing you out. he throws you roughly over his shoulder. you couldn’t even yelp out at the force he used, instead forced to lay stiffly against him like a doll.

from what you could see, he had taken you into a cellar. a locked, dark, damp, cold cellar. he lays you down on a mattress, stepping back as if to admire his handiwork before you felt his quirk slipping away. you immediately scramble to get up, eyes wide and breathing frantic.

but he doesn’t give you a chance before he’s gripping your shoulders harshly, lips curled up in disdain. he pushes you roughly back onto the bed, landing a slap to your face. you cry out, bringing your hands up to shield yourself from his attack.

he only laughs cruelly, before stepping back, unzipping his pants and shoving them down quickly. he looks at you expectantly.

you sniffle, hands still shielding yourself. he huffs, and a little more gently he shoves your hands away from your face. you were confused, before realizing what he wanted. you almost spoke. almost. instead you just shake your head quickly.

he grins, gripping your hair cruelly and shoving you against his crotch. he looks down at you with a tilted head, eyes half lidded with pleasure.

“suck it and I won’t kill you.” he says, a little bit too casually. his words strike fear into your heart. you swallow thickly, weighing your options.

you knew what you had to do, and it made you sick.

you lean backwards, gripping his cock in your hands with a pleading expression, one last time as you look up at him. he simply grins, and you relent. you squeeze his cock lightly, taking the tip into your mouth.

he groans, hand running down your face to cup your cheek. he then grips your hair, shoving you down on his cock roughly. you gag, trying to swallow around him and stop this torture.

he breathes heavily as his heavy balls slap against your chin, and he lets out a breathy laugh at the absolute humiliation you must be facing. he groans slightly, feeling his dick get even harder at the thought.

you focus on not gagging, trying to breathe through your nose as you let him use your throat. you let out a soft whimper at a particularly rough thrust, and he only laughs. “what, bitch? can’t take a good cock?”

when his cock started twitching in your mouth you could tell he was close, and you begin running your tongue over his shaft, eyes shut tightly in focus.

he spills into your throat with a groan, a cruel laugh leaving him as he thrusts through his orgasm. “fuckkk- take it all, take it all-“ he groans, before stilling. after he composes himself, he pulls out of your throat.

you fall forward, breath coming out in short gasps as you try to regain your composure.

above you he presses his shoe to your chin, tilting his head. “Mutts stay here.” he frowns, zipping up his pants with a sigh. “you’ll make a good cock sleeve, i’ll give you that.” he sighs, turning on his heel and walking out the door before locking it.

you were never going to leave.

[mysteriesmuse]

“WHERES THE ZOO?!”

- nah that’s just our secret code that sounds a lot like unusual petnames. ——— you wiped at a limp strand of hair on your forehead, your partners voice ringing in your comm.

“I could really use some- hrgh- some backup when you get wrapped up over there!” your huffed glaring back at the pile of goons heaped up on the floor around you and taking off down the same eerily flicking, sterile linoleum hallway that Hitoshi had taken down a couple of minutes ago. you were pulling a infiltration of this drug smuggling stronghold. Hitoshi had fled ahead to try and take down the boss in-charge of this station somewhere deep inside. Now you were finally finished incapacitating the slew of lowlifes guarding the front, carving a way for your partner inside. your hair flew around your face, a throbbing sensation on the side of your forehead as you sprinted down the halls: left, left, right, that’s where he said he went . . . a view gunshots ran out rang out. you skidded to a stop just before the next corner, cursing as you slid and bolted in the opposite direction where the gunshots had come from, “Damnit ‘Jack!” you stomped past another open hallway full of another wave of stinking goons filing out. bang. bang. bang.

You pressed your hand to your ear, “ Toshi’ stats what’s happening?” “Hah! There you are! You little bug. I’m gonna take you here and-“

down the opposite direction a guy snarled and spit as he charged over towards you, syringe in hand. unknowingly still on comm with your encounter flitting around Hitoshi’s ear as you gave out what he thought was an exasperatingly sexy growl as you stalked over to the piece of scum. “Better than you trash. Now you’re gonna tell me where your friends are all headed, ok? Where’s my partner?”

your teeth hurt as you clenched your jaw. Arm flung out like Darth Vader’s as you used your quirk looking astonishingly similar to the force. The guy halted in place hands clawing at the invisible hands around his neck, eye starting to bulge, you spit. “you’ve got 10 seconds.” the man collapsed to the floor gasping, “straight ahead . . . leff-“

———

you didn’t spare another glance as you clenched and unclenched your hand sprinting off down the hall and to the left. the echoing of his skull hitting the tile leaving you as another voice from your command-base team responded instead. “Mindjack’s been hit. Keep going left to towards the stock room from the blueprint, but be careful Sweetheart. We loose contact in the-“

Hitoshi’s voice came flooding back through your ear interrupting the intel from command-base, but your heart caught in your throat hearing him alive and well “aww you do care, kitten . . .” you laughed through your nose, a little too caught up in being chased around the complex to do anything else. He was joking around with a gunshot wound meanwhile, you were busy kicking and hauling-ass over to the other side of this darn building were he was

——— When you arrived all you could do was breathe out, “Oh my god . . .” The surrounding halls were Hitoshi had blazed through were littered with people and rubble. As you crawled over the mess of knocked out goons the sounds of the fight got louder until you were spotted behind this onslaught of villains who fanned out around what you presumed was Hitoshi. the smears of drippled blood and the easily distracted fringes of the mob seemed to confirm your thoughts. “LOOK” “ITS THE GIRL!” “KILL HER. QUICK!” In the mob of black-clothed thugs you could see the tendrils of Toshi’s blinding cloth whip around faster at the mention of your presence as fragments of this ambush turned to pounce on you. You smirked, your favorite quip on your tongue, “aw but I won’t go breaking your heart . . . “

“HUHH?!” your raised your hands out in front of you, “but I could if I tried. No, really!” clenching your fingers you sauntered into the fray. Grown men dropping like flies as you made fought and punched your way through until you saw a blob of purple. “Hey, look guys! That’s my girl!” “WHAT? BOBBY YOURE DATING THIS HERO?!”

you snorted, while sucker-punching a guy in the face. he staggered and you admired your handwork; little red blotches that would turn into deep purple heart shaped brusies, before vaulting over his head and strangling another guy with your thighs. Hitoshi kept talking and more and more minions started causing a ruckus in the hall as they briefly got assaulting by their brainwashed mates before staggering back over. From your spot on the floor where you were getting your hair pulled out you saw a familiar knee drop to the floor, shouting out for you, “argh, kitten. I needa’ koala right about now.” You howled, thrusting your hips to knock this guy off you, “ughh, Kitties a turtle. I needa’ octopus ‘Jack!” at this point villains we’re turning around in confusion, still trying to beat y’all up, but now on the lookout for the menagerie of animals the two of you kept asking for. “WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE ZOO ANIMALS THESE TWO ARE BLABBERING ABOUT??!” immediately the two guys clamoring on top of you were thrown off. You looked at your hero, Mindjack’s binding cloth overhead thrashing an opening for you. Exactly the octopus you needed . . . ——— Hitoshi was on the floor fighting through the pain. Quite literally, he focused all his attention on keeping these disgusting villains off of you. I mean, what else was a man to do when you deliberately asked him for an octopus? that was code for you-needed-a-hand and Hitoshi, being a gentleman, was gonna help knock these guys off of you. He say you sprinting towards him. Hair wild, with a matted streak of blood on your head glistening in this dingy lighting. but he opened his arms for your gorgeous self to collide into him. And I mean, you flew toward Hitoshi. His bulky form ragged as he opened up his beefy arms to catch you as you jumped on him. Koala time. You locked your legs around his waist. Eyes and hands immediately raking his figure as his hand held you up. There was no time to worry about the way your skin tingled. You had to find the damn bullet hole in your best friends body. Meanwhile Hitoshi’s body, despite feeling like he was shot, was raising a garden of goosebumps which sprouted up in the wake of your touch. Your frantic breath tickling his ear and your desperate hands flying all over his body in an attempt to find the bullet in his thigh. He was glad his faux vocal cords covered the bottom half of his steaming face. You frantically rasped into his ear, “Where is it?” He coughed, jostling you, as he started sprinting through a mob of the dumb thugs that were brainwashed into fighting each other, “in my thigh. got the cloth bound around it.” you hissed against his ear. “On it.” ———

The two of you barreled past these buncha’ monkeys. Performing a routine move in your work-book: the koala. A stupidly intimate and effective way to move around in these ridiculous undercover situations. Except now you were stuck waving one hand over Hitoshi’s leg as he somehow managed to shift your weight around and sprint the hell out of there. Although, you couldn’t help but remember the reason it became a play in your book for its surprising effectiveness as you sat on the handle bars of one of the agency motorbikes with your arms stretched out behind Toshi’s head escaping the thugs as you took care of those following behind you. That was your escape route. you shouted as the wind whipped past your two shivering bodies already skidding onto the highway, “we are never ever doing that stupid game plan again. The ‘snake’ was just fine, but this ‘lizard’ infiltration plan does not work. I mean seriously that could not have gone more wrong-“

You continued mouthing off to him about this failed plan adaptation of his . . . And yet here you were content to let him call you kitten and paw at your waist and hips in order to kept you in place as you risked your life for his. . . . . . god, he was smitten for you.

[bkdk-fan4ever]

Shindeku | Analyst!Midoriya Izuku | Quirkless Midoriya Izuku | Prohero! Shinsou Hitoshi

The Cute Guy Next Door (Might Be A Villain) by Alesyira

Quirkless, young adult Midoriya Izuku has a problem.

Namely, he has a crush on his purple haired, tired-looking neighbor. They keep running into each other and the guy is actually pretty nice under that deadpan facade, has a sense of humor, doesn't seem to judge anyone for their quirk status, and is constantly spoiling any cat in the building that finds him. (He's also a shameless flirt.)

But Izuku has concerns.

About the strange bruises and bloodied knuckles. About the weapons he's seen when stopping by for a cup of sugar. About the shady-looking figures he's accidentally spotted his neighbor meeting with. About the fact that right after the news reported a big crime bust, his neighbor came home beat all to hell and looking haunted.

Izuku has a problem.

Namely, he has a crush on his neighbor, who he's pretty sure is secretly a villain. And he has no idea what to do with that.

(or: Adult!ShinZuku AU where Shinsou is an underground, undercover pro hero trying to find a lead on a case that may or may not involve the socially awkward guy living next door. Misunderstandings abound.)

[zenphiaaa]

Hold Me Down (Shinsou Hitoshi)

ProHero!Shinsou x InsaneHero!Reader Headcannons

<>You guys meet on a mission

<> Shinsou makes his way to UA for a mission debrief and once he entered the right room, he is greeted with the sight of you stabbing yourself with a pencil while smiling manically at the number one hero

<> "Come on! You like hitting kids right? I bet I look like an eight year old!"

<> It was werid and he stayed away from you

<> Byt one day a villain got you good, Shinsou found you bleeding out and mumbling nonsense

<> As he manged to get you up on your own feet he could faintly hear. "Wish that fire would've killed me when it had the chance."

<> He starts to warm up to you afterwards

<> You welcome the new friend that has entered your life and feed him discounted cookies

<> The two of you become two peas in a pod and can't be found without the following closely behind

"Oh Shinsou!" Your voice in a high pitched singing tone. The pro hero let out a grunt as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and put your put your emtire weight onto the other.

"Yes sweetheart?" He questions as he rolls his eyes, but his words made you giggle.

"Don't sweet talk me! I might lock you up in a closet! I found this new flavor of those coffee snacks you like! Here!" Y/N placed a small box into Shinsou's hands.

"Oh thanks. This is cool." Shinsou said as he carefully exaimed the contains.

Y/N then let out a huge grin, "Nice! I'm going to put ink in Midoriya's Cheerios, wanna help?"

"What?" Shinsou laughed, "Don't do that maybe. Did you wanna try this with me?" He asked.

"Yes please!" Y/N squealed as they hugged the other tighter.

Shinsou cringed at how loud you were being but smiled nothingless. You weren't too bad and maybe this warm feeling in his heart wasn't such a bad thing. It was thanks to you that he was feeling love anyways.

[heich0e]

prohero shinsou do you need a wife asking for a friend

[pearl-blue-musings]

Chemicals React

Hi hi!!!

This is a long time coming! This is for the wifey’s collab @frostthecupcake hallmark collab!!

Pairing: Prohero!Shinsou Hitoshi x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, slight angst, comfort, aged up characters, miscommunication cause it’s a romcom

Word count: 7.7K

“Look, Mr. Shimura,” you huff out as you speed walk to your office, “I’ve provided the magazine and blog with plenty of stories and amazing pictures of heroes over the years.” You sit down in your chair, securing the phone on your ear in the crook of your neck, “and you expect me to find a hero who went underground and was a social pariah just to get views? It’s immoral and way out of my pay grade!”

“You’re the best we have! And besides, you were the one that helped Japan see how wonderful Dynamight is while uncovering his relationship status.”

You sigh into the phone as you open a new document to begin brainstorming. “I had to do many favors for him and assure him of his and his partners safety. This story you're pitching sounds invasive and insensitive.” You may be a journalist, but you have morals. If this hero your boss is talking about wants to be left alone, then who are you to interrupt his peace? There’s gotta be a reason the brainwashing hero truly went underground and you’re content leaving him alone. Hell, you don’t even know what he looks like. No one has seen or heard from him in years. Maybe he wanted to keep it that way.

“I’ll give you a promotion.”

“Okay now you’re just desperate.”

Your boss laughs on the other line. “Oh you’re always so funny! I’m sure you know we’re not doing well in stocks, we’re almost bankrupt, and we need a story to put us on top again! And I think you can get us this story. And I’m not asking you. I’m telling you.” With the beeps in your ear, you’re cut out of the call as he hangs up the phone. You put your phone down and rub at your temples. This job could make or break you, and the thought of a promotion? Well you know you and your boyfriend were thinking of moving in together and could use the extra money to make that a reality.

Speaking of your boyfriend, you give him a call hoping he can help you with your moral decision. He picks up after a couple rings. “Hey babe, how are you? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know what to do. I got a new assignment and they want me to unearth an underground hero and just expose him.”

“Hmmm,” he pauses, “and you want to leave him alone because maybe he’s already at peace?”

You sigh and chuckle in relief that someone gets it. “Yes! That’s it exactly, maybe there’s a reason he went underground in the first place. So what if there’s a promotion and pay increase involved? I can’t do that-“

“A pay increase? You said yes right?”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion and clutch your phone tighter. “I mean, I have no choice but I can’t do it. It wouldn’t be right and they only want this to reinvigorate the company-“

“So do it. I can help you find him. He’s the one with the brainwashing quirk right?”

“Ah yes but-“

He continues to interrupt you and go on. “Easy, I can send you the information I have about him and you can go find him. Think of it as a vacation! You can get out of town and I can spend time with Haruki and- ah fuck.” Your breath is caught in your throat at his slip up. “Ignore that last part,” he pleads, “I’ll send you what you need right away.” All your boyfriend hears is silence on the other end and your shallow breathing. “Baby girl?”

You try to shake off the shock of his words before you take a deep breath. “Who’s Haruki?” You wait for him to form the right words or deny his words. But all he did was fumble and try to say it was a one time thing and she didn’t mean anything. The day already wasn’t in your favor and thus just made everything much, much worse. “Shut up. Just….send me what I need and never talk to me again.”

“Baby, I-“

“I want your stuff out of my place. You’re right, I do need a vacation.”

******

Despite your recent break up, you’re thankful for the lead that asshole gave you in finding your story. Even your assistant said that doing this cover would be the break you and the company needs. As much as you didn’t want to do this, you still had a job and didn’t want to look for anything new. You rest your head back on the plane to try and get some rest before arriving in the new city.

All roads lead to the Saitama prefecture. It’s a pretty big area but you knew the right questions to ask to find someone. Your flight lands in the mid afternoon and your first destination is your hotel. The company didn’t put you in the most lavish arrangements but not wasn’t anything to sneeze at. Your room had a decent view and had enough room for you to spread out your work stuff and your for fun items. Knowing you’ll be there for a while, you make yourself at home as best you can as you unpack your belongings. After about 30 minutes of settling down, you sit down at the desk provided and open your laptop.

The cursor on the blank document irks you as inspiration evades you. You don’t even wanna write this expose but you couldn’t turn down a free much needed vacation. Maybe you could convince your boss to write about someone else? Why this guy? What’s so special about him? Just because he was treated badly because of his quirk? Once you think about your bosses intentions, you dial him angrily. “What’s the angle here? I still don’t understand why him? Can’t I just interview Eraserhead? No one has been able to get an interview with him in forever!”

“No,” he seethes. “It has to be Mind Jack. No exceptions, or you’re fired!”

You gasp when the threat of your livelihood is put in the fray. The stress of having to write this up begins to drive you crazy so instead of staying in your room you head out to explore. Maybe something about the area can help you find some inspiration? Maybe?

Unbeknownst to you, Mr. Shimura hired someone to make sure you don’t back out of the job. Sure it took extra money, but you’re his money maker and he needs to make sure you’re going to get this right. It’s all for the greater good, he muses to himself, as his PI sends him an update that you have left your hotel. It’s all for the greater good, it’s all for the greater good….

*****

“Alright, perfect. You’re gonna get into that hero program no problem.”

The eager junior high schooler smiles brightly at her teacher as she fills out the application. “Thanks, Sensei! I couldn’t have done this without you. Whoops, gotta go. My mom is outside.” The student waves to her private teacher and heads home. The teacher in question sighs happily and sits back at his desk. He never thought that all his knowledge from being in a hero course and being a hero for a few years would lead him back home.

If you had told Shinsou Hitoshi, former brainwashing hero named Mind Jack, that he would be teaching after school lessons for kids who want to be heroes, specifically with mind related quirks he would’ve laughed. All he wanted was to be a hero, the first to take a taboo quirk and do good. Unfortunately, the world still wasn’t ready for it. Every mission he took was scrutinized and over analyzed, despite the good he was doing. His strength and combat couldn’t fight off the press and tabloids saying how he manipulated everyone at the commission to let him in. The scorching words and piercing looks were too much, so he hung up his costume, gave up his hero name, and moved back home. A former teacher of his from his primary school days contacted him after remembering him and offered him a position in the school system to help those like him. No one should ever be treated the way he was.

Shinsou cleans up his office and locks the door behind him, carrying his bag and heads off onto the street. There’s a nearby cat cafe he likes to frequent to help destress. He walks slowly today, thinking about his previous student and how he hopes she’s treated with better respect. Her quirk allows her to read the mind of those she wills to seek the truth and figure out what their moves are in combat. Before Shinsou returned home, the girl was ostracized for being able to read minds which could lead her to cheating on tests and similar acts. But now, she’s one of the best fighters in her prefecture and studies harder than anyone to make sure no one doubts her skills. He may be biased toward her, but he sees himself in her and wishes nothing but success for her.

The ding of the door and smell of cats wafts into his nose as he enters the cafe. The staff waves to him and he responds. “Shinsou-san,” the manager on duty calls out. “We’re a little crowded today, but there’s a young lady by herself if you don’t mind sharing.” The older woman points over to where you’re sitting and sees that you’re working on something. Shinsou sighs out a thank you and trods over to where you are. Your eyebrows stay furrowed as you stare at your laptop, inspiration still fleeting.

“You know, I usually sit in this corner.”

You’re shook from your stupor as you look up. At first, he’s one of the most attractive people you’ve ever seen. But then you see annoyance on his facial features and you recoil. “Ah, sorry,” you say, shrinking in on yourself. “Umm, but you can join me? There aren’t many seats open…”

Shinsou looks you over and quirks an eyebrow. You’re clearly not from here, you must be a Tokyo woman coming for a slower lifestyle. Whatever, he muses, not like he’s in a rush to head home. “Sure,” he huffs as he pulls out the chair opposite you. He then picks up a menu, scanning it but already knowing what to order to take the time to observe you. You must be working on something, otherwise you wouldn’t look so stressed out. He notes the agitated tapping of your heel as you cutely bite your lip. Wait cute? He quickly shakes his head before begrudgingly deciding to spark a conversation. “You’re not from here, are you?”

You peak up from your laptop and sheepishly close it. “You’re observant,” you comment. “I’m supposed to be looking for somebody.”

“Ominous, but I’m intrigued.” Shinsou scoots his chair closer to the table. “And just exactly who are you looking for?”

You hesitate slightly, not wanting to reveal your true intentions to a total stranger. You deliberate for a couple seconds before you give the attractive man in front of you an answer. “Honestly? I have no idea. All I know is that he’s from the Saitama prefecture.”

Shinsou hisses his teeth in displeasure and smirks at you. “That’s rough, there’s way too many people here for that and it’s pretty big. Is that really your only lead?”

You let out a breath and rest your chin in your hand. “I know! And the worst part is I don’t even wanna write this story. My boss is pushing it or I’ll get fired.”

That catches his attention, seeing your face sink at the mention of being fired. “So you’re a writer? Written anything I might’ve read?”

You shrug at his banter. “Eh, I don’t like to talk about my work all that much. It just pays the bills. I hate that I’m good at it.” You pout at your dismay and Shinsou attempts to hide the uptick of the corner of his mouth. It looks like you could use a vacation. He relaxes in the chair as the waiter comes to take your orders. “You come here often?”

“I’m practically a regular, it’s one of my favorite places to unwind after a stressful day.”

You chuckle and hold his gaze. “You don’t strike me as a cat person.”

“And you don’t strike me as a tabloid journalist.”

Your eyes widen and jaw drops as he finds out your title. “How? How did you-“

“I can also tell you like stickers, since your laptop is covered in them including one of the company.” His smug smirk first has your cheeks warming but then you grumble and put your laptop away before taking an angry sip. Your face softens at the taste of your order and you visibly relax. The man in front of you snickers before putting his mug down. “The lavender chai is a good one, one of my personal favorites.”

“I can see why,” you add on, continuing to enjoy the flavor. “Can I be open with you?” He nods and you place your mug down gently. “I don’t wanna write this story. What I really wanna write about is about the average person with a quirk deemed unhelpful. Or about the quirkless. You know, society puts so much on heroes with physical quirks and it’s just-“

“Unfair that those with non-physical or mutation quirks get the bad end of the stick?”

“Exactly,” you excitedly respond. You hadn’t gotten this hype over talking about a subject since Mr. Shimura asked you to cover a hero wedding. You can feel your heart beating with excitement but remember how that excitement and passion doesn’t pay the bills or get you promoted. You hadn’t realized you were hovering over your seat until you say back down again, coughing to cover your slight embarrassment. “Sorry,” you apologize, “I can get really excited about this topic and I haven’t talked to anyone about it.”

Shinsou grins softly at you and motions for you to give him your phone. You pull it out and hand it to him, looking at him quizzically. “Here’s my number,” he rasps before handing back your phone. “Hit me up if you ever want to talk about this more. Maybe that can be your story. Screw whatever your boss says.” With that, he gets up from the table and waves you off, offering to cover the tab on his way out. You sit back in the chair and get your laptop back out. You begin to type out your glowing thoughts and shoot him a message. On your document you have:

“Shinsou Hitoshi: just who are you?”

….

Minutes after you leave, a figure you haven’t seen before walks out as well and makes a call. “It seems she’s made contact. I don’t think she’s aware of who he is. She’ll get the story and you’ll get your money.”

******

After a few weeks of being in the prefecture and the city it’s named after, you and Shinsou have gotten closer. He’s shown you around town and even invited you to some of the lessons he teaches. You were shocked to see how well versed in combat he is and honestly it was kinda sexy. He was so soft spoken but so assertive and dominant in a way that had you admiring him and wanting him. There’s this allure to him you can’t quite describe and it has you wanting to know more.

But all the while you couldn’t help but feel as if someone had been following you. It was a feeling you’ve had ever since you had arrived, no matter what you did it felt like someone was tailing you. Especially when you were hanging out with Shinsou. Despite that feeling, you had done your best to facilitate meaningful and reactionary interactions with the male. You couldn’t quite describe it, the chemistry between you two, but it was something that kept egging you on for more reactions, to see what other options and possibilities there were. You’ve never felt this way with anyone and it was terrifying. Not even your ex could manage to create this kind of connection. It was exhilarating.

You didn’t mean to stay for this long, but there was something about this place and him. You’re so wrapped up in the whirlwind of it all you’ve forgotten your assignment completely. At this point, you’re just writing about quirk representation and how it should be better. Sure it’s improved, but there’s still a long way to go.

And Shinsou was the one providing you with this new insight.

The former hero had been trying to figure out just what exactly it was that had

One beautiful day you're cooped inside your hotel room, realizing that all you’ve written about is him and all the things he stands for. You’ve been considering just making the story about him and his adventures outside of being a hero. You find it strange that he hasn’t revealed his quirk to you, but maybe he doesn’t have one or would rather not discuss it. Surprisingly, you weren’t one to pry into his life and you revel in it. Completely forgetting about your original assignment, you do a quick search on the internet to quell your curiosity. So far all the results show where he went to high school, where he’s from, what he teaches… but nothing about a hero name.

You think maybe you’ve researched and interviewed him but surely you would remember his face? You think back to conversations you’ve had with him over the last few weeks:

“Getting into the hero course wasn’t easy for me. I had my idol as my senpai and had such a far way to go.

“UA was a good time, I enjoyed it and made some of my best friends there. Although I didn’t want to make friends, they all wanted to be nice to me…

“You know, a lot of the students could use more help with conducting interviews and writing. Are you sure you can’t stay longer?

“I hope you find whoever you’re looking for, they sure are lucky to have someone like you looking for them…

“I’m not usually this open about my past, but for some reason I feel like I can tell you anything.

“Are we still on for dinner tonight?”

That last question he has asked you about an hour ago and you had said yes, excitement coursing through your veins. You shake your head at your unusual giddiness and let out a puff of frustration. You shouldn’t be feeling this way for someone so soon! There’s no way…. Feeling a little pent up, you search harder in order to try and surprise him with something regarding his old hero name. You scavenge what information UA is able to provide until you find something related to a teacher from there. From the looks and explanation, the name is Eraserhead. An underground hero you also admired, you were unaware he took on any protégés. As you stumble through some photos you see it and you gasp out loud. That’s for sure a gray less Eraserhead, but that’s also a young Shinsou Hitoshi. The label underneath shocks you the most.

Aizawa Shouta with newly graduated hero Mind Jack, brainwashing hero.

You slam your laptop shut and step outside onto your balcony. The rules and parameters of your assignment are suddenly flooding your senses. He’s the one you’ve been looking for? The wayward and looked over hero? You knew looking into whoever this is was going to be bad. And now there’s no way you can go through with the story. And you have to tell him the truth. With how close you’ve gotten it would hurt him if he found out from someone else.

As frustration sets in, you quickly shoot him a text to ask to meet in the lobby of your hotel. He responds even quicker.

“Is everything okay? You sound frantic.”

You bite your lip and twirl around before slamming your hands on the bed. Shinsou has no right being as nice and caring as he is! The entirety of Japan shunned him and made him hideaway forever. How completely unfair to him. You think the world should know who he is now and then judge later. You’ve decided, you’re changing your angle. Your boss can reprimand you later but there’s no way you can let this story run. Despite the gut feeling that someone’s been following you, you call your boss and tell him you’re writing about something different with confidence.

However, something felt off when he hung up. “Oh well that’s alright. You won’t get fired, but thank you for making the magazine relevant again.” Making it relevant? Just what did that mean? You urge yourself to shake off the eerie feeling and go down to the lobby. You promise you’re going to tell him everything, and fingers crossed he doesn’t hate you and actually understands.

Upon entering the lobby, you’re bombarded with photographers and bright lights, the lobby a buzz with stirring action. You can barely get your words out at the billion questions being thrust your way. Their words are muddled as you scan above and ahead of you to locate Shinsou. When you finally see the familiar mop of purple hair, a genuine smile comes to your face as you break free. With elbows front, you push your way through the crowd to find him. You call out to him but stop short when you see a familiar yet unfamiliar presence shake his hand. Your eyebrows furrow and you realize that your eerie feeling has been coming from him. “Shinsou!” You happily call out and see him turn toward you. His expression is not one you were not expecting to see. “Hitoshi?”

“Don’t call me that.”

You retract back at the malice in his hiss. You try to place a hand on his shoulder. “S-Shinsou I don’t understand. What’s going on?”

He aggressively shrugs off your hand and steps back, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You were using me. That’s why you were so interested in me.”

You begin to shake your head in disbelief, feeling your lips start to tremble. “That, that’s not true! I really wanted to get to know you. Who was that guy you were with?”

“Tch, like you don’t know,” he comments with a roll of his eyes.

“No I don’t,” you quickly quip back, crossing your arms and cocking your hip. “Please enlighten me.”

Shinsou grunts and steps closer to you to make sure you hear everything, his voice low and accusatory. “He said he’s a friend of Mr. Shimura. Said he was keeping tabs on you to make sure your assignment is going smoothly…”

“W-wait Shinsou, it’s not what you think-“

“Stop lying to me! You were looking for me, weren’t you? You knew who I was the moment you met me. And for what? To bring me out of hiding for further ridicule?”

Tears cascade down your cheeks, head still shaking left to right. This can’t be happening. Why does this hurt as much as it does? Why won’t he listen to you? “P-please let me explain!” Your voice and lips tremble as you do your best to say what you need to say. “I didn’t know who you were when I met you, I swear! And yes, originally I was supposed to come find you and write some expose but,” you pause when you see the hurt and betrayal in his beautiful eyes. You wish he would stop looking at you like that, like you broke his most precious item. “Please, I was going to change my story. You have to believe me. I didn’t even wanna write this story in the first place!”

“Then why the hell are you here?”

That made your breath hitch in your throat. You had never really thought about why you had stayed. You could have easily left because you didn’t wanna do your story, knowing your boss was fronting the lodging costs. Originally you needed to get out because of the breakup, but you found yourself loving being here in Saitama City. You loved being somewhere where there were no expectations of or for you, and where everyone truly wanted you around and not needed. It was like your body had found the right balance it needed.

You fell in love with the city.

You fell in love with him.

You steel your nerves as you feel your eyes cloud over with an unreadable expression. The words you never wanted to say again, but are willing to as you feel the stares of the hotel staff and paparazzi behind you. “Because I’m good at my job. Thank you for your time, and I hope,” your voice cracks then, “I hope you will read our magazine for all things heroes and celebrities.”

You turn around and blend into the midst of the crowd, not daring to look back so no one could see the tears fall once more. Once back at your room, you call the front desk to let them know you’ll be checking out in the morning. Soon after a knock comes to your door and you slowly answer it. You’re engulfed in a hug from the front desk worker who’s become a confidant. You hug her back and let your tears come out.

“Please don’t leave, we all love you here and I know he does too,” she begs. “You seem so relaxed and you here. And sure you messed up but I know you didn’t have bad intentions.” You wipe your face and meet her loving gaze.

“But I have to.”

“No you don’t! The hopeless romantic in me couldn’t deny the absolute chemistry between the two of you. I know you felt something. Sure, the reaction right now wasn’t what either of you wanted but we live to love!” Her words fall on your deaf ears as you step back into your room. Before you close the door, you whisper to her. “Maybe we aren’t the right chemicals for each other.”

******

Shinsou Hitoshi had never felt so used or humiliated in his life. He doesn’t even bother to look for you as you blend into the crowd. Using his always on hand binding weapon, he makes his escape to where the press can no longer follow him. However, he thinks back to that PI who most likely has his address and thinks it best to not go home; his place of work also out of the running. As he perches on top of a building, he knows a friend he can crash with that lives in Tokyo after making it big.

“Oh Shinsou! What’s going on?”

The tired man sighs into the phone. “Monoma, can I crash at your place?”

Monoma agrees and quickly hangs up so Shinsou can begin his journey. He hasn’t had to use all of his stamina in a long time so he’s gotta be ready now that people are looking for him. This is exactly why he went home, he didn’t want to be found. He wanted to be left alone!

And then you came along.

You came along and turned his world upside down. It was only a few weeks but it felt like he knew you a lifetime. No one should have these strong feelings for someone they just met, right? No one can get that lucky, especially not him. He can feel the strings of his heart ache as he canvases rooftops and skyscrapers before making it to Monoma’s place right outside of Tokyo. Luckily when he dropped out of the hero world, most people who had associated with him have no longer been hounded by the paparazzi for his whereabouts. Let alone someone like the new 24 hero Monoma Neito.

Shinsou drops down to the balcony of the apartment and rearranges his binding cloth around his shoulders. He knocks in a familiar rhythm, alerting Monoma to come to the sliding door. “Come in, come in.” The blond ushers him inside and sits down on the couch next to him. “It’s rare for you to call me out of the blue. What happened?”

Shinsou sighs, truly dropping the weight of his emotions and circumstance. He interlocks his fingers as his eyes attach to the ceiling in search of some pattern amongst the miscellaneous lines. “I got found.” Monoma stays quiet, a shock to anyone who knows him, silently urging his friend to continue. With everything he and his friends did to keep him safe, it makes no sense that this would happen. Shinsou’s identity had been kept safe for so long, just what happened?

“I,” Shinsou croaks out. “I met someone. At my usual place and she seemed normal. And she was, is, I mean. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to open myself to someone like that. I had vowed never to open myself up like that again. But she made it so easy, like the perfect balance of mixtures.” Shinsou pauses and places a hand behind his neck in frustration.

Monoma quirks up an eyebrow. “She? The lady you’ve been telling me about? That’s what got you like this?” He can’t help but smirk mischievously at his friend, knowing full well what Shinsou’s feelings really are. But who is he to spoil the fun? “You know they’re not “you know who” right?”

“I know she isn’t like them, but…” he trails off, “she lied to me.” He pushes himself off the couch and faces the wall, unable to look his friend in the face. “She’s a tabloid reporter, journalist, whatever. She was sent here to find me and dig me out of hiding. It was all for her stupid job and money. She never cared about me just like the world never cared. And I thought she,” he stops in an attempt to hold back tears. “I thought she cared.”

Monoma hums trying to find the right words to comfort his dear friend. “Shin, what about everything else you two did? Did you hear her side of the story?”

“I didn’t need to. She’s as bad and fake as everyone else-“

“Well pardon me,” Monoma interrupts, “but it sounds like you didn’t hear her side. Did she say all of this to you?”

“Uh, well, no. I had heard it from someone else but she basically confirmed it. Tried saying that her mind had changed and she didn’t know or something.” Shinsou’s voice and resolve lower as he thinks back to your expression earlier in the day. You looked so sad, like you wanted him to believe you. Like he wanted the world to believe his quirk was good. But how is he supposed to trust you?

“Neito,” he breathes, “you haven’t seen the headlines or heard the questions the paps were asking. If I was dating her, if she was the reason I went underground. Or stupid shit like "Did I brainwash everyone here?!””

Shinsou punches the wall in frustration, not caring for the marks and dent on the wall and certainly not the throb of pain in his hand. Monoma continues to sit there in revered silence as he lets his friend air out his frustrations. He’s interrupted Shinsou before and that is a memory he wishes to never recreate.

Shinsou breathes again and caresses his hand as the pain settles in. “You know how I felt like oil in water my whole life and that I couldn’t breathe or fit in. She took all of that away. I felt like I was floating whenever I was with her, like everything in my life finally reacted the way I wanted.

“And then, the weight of reality came back and screwed everything up. That perfect puzzle piece that got ruined. I can’t see her ever again.”

Monoma drops his jaw at his friends rambling. For all the years the blond has known him, he’s never talked about a person in such great detail. His instinct is to find you and have Shinsou repeat these exact words to you. He watches Shinsou trudge into the guest room and slam the door. He runs a hand through his hair and dials his partner. “Hey sweetie, I can’t make it tonight…yeah he’s here…do what you can to lessen the damage for his sake. He’s a wreck right now and will need some time. But that’s why I’m the best friend!”

…..

Shinsou didn’t leave the apartment for three days. Your calls and texts went unanswered and ignored. Monoma was getting restless at his friend's despair and isolation. During that time, Monoma had stopped by Shinsou’s apartment to bring some of his stuff and was fiercely told to not touch anything. Of course, the blond being who he is, he picked up a couple things that weren’t on the list. The thing that stood out to him was a set of photo booth pictures.

Monoma had to admit you’re beautiful, but what was more beautiful was seeing the expression on his best friend's face as he looked at you. It was like you were the only person in his world. Monoma remembers that day of the fair and how Shinsou was buzzing him of all people of his excitement. Just who are you and what have you done with his best friend?

He stored the picture in his wallet and brought what he needed to his place to help the saddened former hero. When he had returned, Shinsou had grumbled and took his things. It was like pulling teeth to get him to open up about your name but that was all the lilac eyed man was willing to disclose. That was fine with Monoma, mostly because on this third day he claims to be going out for a while. It would be remiss to say that he noticed your name pop up multiple times on Shinsou’s phone, followed by other friends and his mentor. However, no one had broken through to him.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Monoma leaves the apartment for the first time in three days since taking care of Shinsou. And his first destination is your office.

He thinks it’s funny that the cloud filled skies cover the height of the building you work in. It’s also funny, ironically, that the paparazzi are still posted outside asking for more about the former briainwashing hero as if what they were given wasn’t enough. Clearly it wasn’t. With his head held high, Monoma walks into the tabloid’s office and waltzes to reception. “Excuse me,” he starts, “I’m looking for a certain writer that wrote something about my friend.”

The lady in front of him doesn’t react until she looks up and her eyes go wide. “Phantom Thief! To what do we owe the pleasure? Uh, right you said that. You’re a friend of Mind Jack, right?” She types away to look for your new office number and chimes with a smile when she recites the number to the hero in front of her. Monoma thanks her and heads to the elevator. As the doors close, he misses the receptionist call someone to alert, most likely, the press of his presence. The whole time he’s thought of everything he’s wanted to say to you, never having met you ever. You’re either the best or worst thing that has ever happened to one Shinsou Hitoshi.

Without knocking, he walks into your office. You gasp at the intrusion and look up from your computer. You stand up upon realization and suddenly your throat has run dry. “Ph-Phantom Thief, how can I help you?” Before Monoma introduces himself, he takes in the scene around him. He’s not sure what your office was like before, but he has a feeling it was smaller than this. You’ve got a beautiful view of Musutafu, despite it being rainy. Your desk is covered in files and paperwork, potentially contracts with clients and other important figures. It may appear to be put together, but he knows a stressed and strewn out office when he sees one. Sharp aqua eyes catch a cat plush he’s sure he’s seen before, along with some mugs reminiscent of ones Shinsou has in his abode. But the one thing that catches his eye is a small frame of you and Shinsou sitting atop a cabinet. There’s no doubt about it in his mind, he’s made the right decision coming here. “I’m sorry it’s such a mess, I’ve been living here for a couple days. I’m too afraid to go home.”

A genuine smile comes to Monoma’s face as he approaches you. “You have nothing to apologize for, dear. I just wanted to talk to you.”

That piques your interest and you slowly sit back down. “To me? What about? Are you going to be like all the other heroes giving me shit? I didn’t want to do it! I don’t ever want to write about another hero, current or former, ever again.” You fight back tears as you swivel away in your chair. The blond relaxes in his seat before he stands up to kneel in front of you. He takes your hands into his and grins at you.

“I can see why he was so taken with you,” he breathes out. That catches your attention and you straighten your posture. You’re about to say something but he cuts you off. “He didn’t send me here to yell at you. Actually, he has no idea I’m here! I wanted to see you for myself.”

You pull your hands away from him, seemingly closing yourself off to him and maybe anyone who tries to get closer to you. Faintly, you hear the clacking of shoes and murmuring of voices as you assume the worst. But it can’t be any worse than how you feel right now. Let the press see you with another hero, you don’t care anymore. Let them stir up stories and concoctions about you that aren’t true for a reaction. “I ruined him,” you manage to say. “I forgot, I forgot that my boss gets immediate updates of everything…it was a shared document I mean, how could I forget? And he,” your voice raises and you rest on your feet, “he had someone follow me to make sure I was writing! Who does that? I know I’m his money maker but I would never, ever intentionally hurt Shinsou Hitoshi.” By this point, your emotions are on full display for the man in front of you and the press outside your office. You’re sure they heard your words as you practically screamed them. Your eyes search the hero’s in front of you, desperately looking for the belief that you had wanted from someone else. “Please, I lo- ah I really care about him.” You can’t meet his eyes as you whisper that last part. Your fingers come to your lips when realization hits. You almost said you love him, a man you had only known for almost a month. Is that even possible?

Monoma catches your slip up and gently smiles, knowing your head is a commotion of thoughts. He’s really glad he had set his phone to record the whole conversation. But not happy about the crowd and cameras outside your office. He steps up to you to lift your chin. “I know. You should let him know, I think he needs to hear it.” He moves away as the sound in your office suddenly gets louder. You shoot your head up when it’s then silenced again. Your jaw drops and you stand up again.

“Sh-Shinsou?”

In the doorway stands a breathless Shinsou in his old hero gear. His hair presses against the sweaty skin of his brow as his gaze holds onto you. His stance falters at the sight of his friend and rolls his eyes, knowing he didn’t accidentally butt dial him. The paparazzi seems to be captivated by his presence. And so are you. He looks amazing and so natural like this. This is the Shinsou Hitoshi you want everyone to know and love. You struggle to find the right words to say to him. “Why, why are you here? He told me that you didn’t…”

“Idiot butt dialed me.”

You laugh and feel relief at hearing his voice again. His calming and baritone voice that you have become so used to that you never wanna be without it again. He takes a hesitant step toward you and you mimic his actions.

“He left your-“

“I have so much to-“

You both talk at the same time, chuckling nervously as you look away from each other. You speak again, “you start.”

Shinsou grins and nods. “I had heard him on the train and once I saw his location I followed him. I thought the idiot was in trouble so I left it on just in case. Wouldn’t be the first time he’s needed saving.”

Monoma scoffs. “This isn’t about me!”

“Anyway,” Shinsou rings in, “I kept my earbuds in to listen and was about 20 minutes away when he muttered the location of your office before he walked in.

“I heard everything you said.”

He steps forward cautiously, highly aware of the cameras and paparazzi behind him. At this moment, he doesn’t particularly care. Sure, he wanted to stay away from the limelight. But since you’ve entered his life, all he wants to do is spend time with you and make each other better. You care about his interests and what he cares about. Everything that he’s made his career about and his focus you support and want to make better. You actually care about non physical quirks and their usefulness and what they can provide to society. And to boot, you’re exquisite. You’re beautiful. He’s never fallen for someone so genuinely and hard.

“Shinsou, please. I need you to listen. I didn’t want any of this to happen,” you beg and plead.

“I know,” he whispers.

“A-and I’m sorry I lied to you! I didn’t know you were who I was looking for until the day in the lobby. I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

Shinsou steps closer and gently cups your face. “I know.”

“I never meant for this to happen,” you continue to babble. “I never knew I would love the town so much and you’re just amazing and- mmf!”

The sound of furious clicks and oh’s are drowned out as all you can hear are his hums and your heartbeats. His lips are soft and perfect against yours. You have no idea how long you have waited to kiss the man in front of you, but now it’s finally happening. You wrap your arms around his neck, his hands falling to your waist. He pulls you closer and you can’t help but feel like this is meant to be. It’s like the perfect concoction of chemicals making the fireworks go off in your head and heart.

You finally breakaway and you gaze up into his eyes, getting lost in the our home haze that is Shinsou Hitoshi. His smile is so full of love and genuine affection that you’re in awe. His touch is so delicate as he traces your cheek with a chuckle. By now, it’s hard to ignore the flashing lights and murmurs of the people, as well as the buzzing of your phone as you’re sure this is trending right now.

You then look toward the crowd and cough. “Umm, could you leave? I’m sure you’ve got a good enough story for your magazine.” The receptionist nods and starts to escort everyone out but someone bursts through the crowd in a frenzy.

“No! Keep the cameras rolling! This is going to make the company rich! My writer and the disgraced hero! It’s perfect!”

Your boss breaks through the midst with a crazed look. Shinsou’s eyes lock onto his new target as they darken over. He lets you go and approaches the man that has messed up your lives. Mr. Shimura cowers as the taller man corners him, ignoring the increase in sound again. “I’m not going to use my quirk on you, but you better listen.” Your boss nods quickly. “You are going to get these paparazzi out of here, get rid of the story, promote the love of my life, and do whatever story she wants to do. Got it?” Shimura’s head acts like a bobble head as he escorts the invaders of your office away and does everything he can to ease the burden on you. You blink slowly at the strong man in front of you, taking a deep breath when you realize you had been holding your breath for so long. You almost lose your balance when Shinsou comes back to your side with a sheepish grin.

“I hope that didn’t startle you, kitten.”

And incomes the next time you almost fall over. Kitten? You can get used to that. You really can get used to it. You shake your head dumbfoundedly, now realizing that you’re alone. It seems Monoma had also left with the crowd. “Shinsou…”

“It’s Hitoshi to you.”

You giggle shyly and reach out to hold his hand. He takes it and kisses the back of your hand. His eyebrows raise from your hand and his chuckles are hidden behind your hand. He pulls you in and starts to sway with you to the melody in your head. He breaks the silence with his baritone voice. “I’m not sure how it happened, but I’ve never met anyone like you. I think I'm falling in love with you. Come back to Saitama City?”

You interlock his fingers with his and nod into his embrace. He kisses your forehead as you hug him tight. “As long as you don’t mind having a leading journalist as your girlfriend.” Shinsou snickers and pecks your lips two times before resting his forehead against yours.

“I don’t mind at all, if you don’t mind a disgraced hero.”