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Hi hi! (I didn't really know where to send this when I found your three blogs lol) But I came from your Shigaraki x Reader fic! "Warm Healer" :D I "devoured" it so quickly! I almost regret it, thinking I should've read slower but it was too good to not read it!! I really loved it, it's now my comfort fic <3 I honestly never thought I'd have a comfort fic one day because there are lots of good fics out there but yours? Damn it was good! I love how you write in general, It's so easy to read. And I don't mean it in a "baby easy" but I mean it as someone who's native language isn't English! I love imagining stuff in my head so you don't know how glad I was to be able to picture every scenes with so much ease! <3 I loved how you wrote MC-Chan/Reader, she's a lot like me to be honest and I could easily imagine myself in Warm Healer, even if she's braver than me lol I also love how you wrote Shigaraki, I don't know what else to say, it's just PERFECTION gdfghmjthnhgj Except the fact that I was picturing him with white hair oops xD But that's Horikoshi's fault lmao /joking
And I love how you wrote the other league members too, Dabi, Toga, Spinner, Compress, Twice, they're all so funny and/or cutie patooties! Himiko would be such a real bestie I know you wrote those AGES ago but I'd like to know if it's not too late to make fanart :3 There are two scenes that are engraved in my brain that I'd love to draw (+Tojiki!!) Tojiki seems to have a very cool design from the descriptions, so I would love to give it a try ^^ I would also like to know if I can keep some headcanons of Shiggy? Like, for example, the one where he likes jellyfishes, I really love that one it's so cute nvhgnhchcvbngv <3 Anywho! I loved it! Keep up the good work and thank you for making this fic! :D I really enjoyed it! Have a good day and take care! *Runs to read the other parts*
aaa sorry for any confusion with how many blogs I have (I have more than three actually lmao) its totally fine you sent it here!! my writing blog is @sanchoyowrites but I really only hop on there when I post something every few months so this is fine to send asks to, as well as over there :3
I'm so happy to hear that people can still enjoy it after all these years!! (I've been meaning to do a grammar correction sweep on it for years because I wrote it so long ago ;w;/ ) but I'm really relieved its an easy read despite any mistakes it might have ^_^ I never got overly descriptive with anything because I figured most people could fill in the blanks and imagine stuff about a scene in their mind so I love being right about that :D
MC-chan is braver than me too hahaha if I was in that situation I would've noped out and stayed at home (recluse reader/shigaraki when?? lmao) but I'm glad parts of her were still relatable!! she's a very 'do good recklessly' type character which I always enjoy writing <3
I like both him with dusty blue hair and the white hair. and the grey hair some people give him. all hair colors are Good hair colors on him because he is Cute <3
I'm happy you liked how I wrote the league too!! they get more screen time in the later parts of the series so I hope you continue to enjoy them :D
You can TOTALLY FOR SURE do any fanart omg!!! just tag me if you post it because I would LOVE to see any đ„ș!! that would be so so cool but no pressure of course!
and yes anyone is free to yoink the little character details I added to shigaraki kjasdhfk that's very flattering, use those headcanons wherever you'd like (as far as i'm concerned the warm healer/ climats d'amour series is an open series anyone can use any parts of however they like!! anyone is free to carry those ideas over to other fics or art! I give everyone blanket permissions to do Whatever and treat it as you would public domain stuff <3)
Thank YOU so much for the kind message and letting me know you enjoyed it!! This was a really sweet message to wake up to, I appreciate you taking the time to write it out to me! I hope you also have a great day and enjoy the rest of the series!!!
#warm healer#climats d'amour series#sanchoyoanswersasks#weeeh getting messages abt my stuff like this makes me happy ;__; i do have unanswered comments on ao3 too ;;#anyone who knows me knows i take FOREVER to reply usually which is my bad but i DO read them all still!! fondly!!#i kinda dropped bnha BUT I still love the fan stuff a lot and ill always love the league#i heard the ending wasnt great tho so im choosing to ignore it hehe#it cant hurt me if i dont look at it
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spinaraki day 1: games - fantasy - hurt/comfortÂ
fighting together is the HEIGHT of romance đ
#spinarakiweek#spinarakiweek2020#spinaraki#tomura shigaraki#shuichi iguchi#ask me abt their backstories n stuff for the fantasy au...#i have them..roughly planned out in my brain...#(tho i ask that u ask on my main or my writing blog sanchoyo or sanchoyowrites)#i had to repost this bc it wasnt showing up in the tags ugh#prayer circle it works#if u see 40 reposts. thats why#trying to troubleshoot#bnha fanart#bnha#bnha fantasy au#fantasy au#fanart
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okayokayokayokyaokya
Yes they stumble when walking and yes they love everything water but get this
Somehow they convince Nine to make it rain so they can jump in puddles.
And yes, the can breath underwater and yes, everyone would freak out.Â
I like a mix of can understand and can talk with a mixture a of baby babble but I also think theyâre just naturally really quiet but very observant.Â
Yes, they are venomous! Please stay away from the chompers.Â
Toga is already a certified Aunt, so sheâs allowed to dote as much as she wants. Also Dabiâs Big Brother instincts would subconsciously kick in.Â
Wait hold on this is really cuteÂ
So this is random but Aloe becomes a toddler. Madness in the mansion ensues.
this is suuuuch a cute prompt!!! Iâm assuming this happens via Hit By A Quirk, bc its bnha and thats a good explanation for everything!
Iâd love to see them interact with a tiny bby human Aloe... would there be a learning curve in suddenly becoming a different species? Like would they stumble a little when Walking On legs but be happy in the bath or a swimming pool all the time and wanna play in the rain a ton?Â
Would they, still a bab, think they could still breathe underwater and they dunk their head under and everyone panics and tries to pull them out? And, like, could they speak or understand human language immediately? (Iâm going with 3-4 yr old toddler...so old enough to kinda babble and talk a bit if they can...but a mute baby..!! theyâd have to pay extra attention if they were so quiet!!)Â
Since itâs bnha, would their sorta jellyfish features carry over? Like, still can be venomous, or actually CAN breathe under water? like a bad guy tries to hurt someone in the league, maybe one of the parents, and this tiny child CHOMPS THEIR ARM and suddenly the bad guy is just. dying on the floor lmao.Â
they have to convince everyone else to kinda Let Them be parents, but everyone would dote on the baby ughh..so many aunties and uncles. I still stand by the fact I think Shigaraki would make an amazing parent. ;__; Â
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i really like kishigo, but at the same time i long to one day see a fanfic about quiche/literally any TMM character where he befriends them (maybe even discuss his feelings for ichigo with them), then slowly starts growing romantic feelings, and is absolutely overwhelmed to be loving someone in a different, calmer and steadier way... a thought experiment
Ooooo I might have a rec for you!
Have you read The Alien and The Cat (No, not *That* Cat) by @sanchoyowrites ? Itâs a really lovely Ryou/Quiche oneshot that explores some of the tropes youâre looking for here.
Also, if any of my followers have any more recs for anon, pls feel free to add em to the comments âš
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shoutaaizawas recommends
Since Iâll be on hiatus until October 8th (hopefully not longer) I wanted to put together a recommendation list of stories to read and blogs to check out in the mean time.
series:
be still just for me ; bakugou x reader by @thetrashywritingwitch (ongoing)
this story is so amazing!! and super long so itâll keep you buys. iâm not caught up on the last few chapters but looking forward to reading them while i canât get on the internet from my laptop
edible arrangements ; midoriya x reader by @izukuwus (ongoing)
im obsessed with this story, not only is it written so well but their midoriya is perfection đ and the plot twists are so good. amazing i love it so much
warm healer ; shigaraki x reader by @sanchoyowrites (completed)
wow just wow, i finished this recently and i LOVED it. the characterization is amazing and itâs paced so well i canât say enough good things about this story. Â
blogs:
some blogs that i love and you should check out!!
@katsushimaa   @bkglovesyou  @isolshi  @kirislut  @sugarmaplewings-fics  @bakugotrashpanda  @shinaus  @todominica  @deephasoceanmagic  @wesparklebitch  @softieshoto  @mooncademia  @myherowritings  @moon-write (my irl bestie đ„°) @lilkiwisfinest  (im probably forgetting some so ill add more later!)
here is my fic rec blog where you can find smaller fics to read~
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đâš warm healer /  cold love đȘđ
#warm healer#cold love#mood boards#I GUESS i need a tag for that#??#sanchoyorambles#sanchoyowrites#I..guess......??#um. hm. i tried to keep these vague as possible and purely aes#also all the images r from free stock websites i spent the afternoon doing this#instead of working on said fic#lmao but it was fun#i had 4 panic attacks today so i really dont have the mental strength to do much else#hh#embarrassed. but appeasing myself by doing only self indulgent things#my emotional decadence is going to hurt later#bnha fics
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@sanchoyowritesâ :DÂ
you got anyïżŒ long shiggy fic recs on ao3?đ
Oh, do I ever, anon. Long fics are my SHIT.
GRIEFING by rotpeach
A classic. Iâm pretty sure this is the original Yandere!Shig fic and is by far the most popular one for him on AO3. Good shit, but reader is underage and the fic hasnât updated in like two years, so be warned.
[[ save scum ]] by @feral-creep
Canât recommend it enough! My favorite ongoing fic! Chapter 22 lives rent free in my head every day, and there are times I am physically angered that I did not write some of this stuff! I think Iâve described it before as 'not your motherâs yandere ficâ and I mean it because it is not for the faint heart (srsly: mind the tags), and has a lot of really unique stuff going on including a possibly impending Shigadabi x reader polycule.
A Taste of Your Own Venom by @nonobadcat.
Debately yandere because as Cat says, you can't rape the willing. But itâs got good creep!Shig vibes, and is a really fun, steamy story. On hiatus rn but ended off at a pretty satisfying spot so it doesn't read as super incomplete or anything.
Gamer Boi by girrsah
Really cute slow burn friends-to-lovers sort of thing. (Although don't take the lovers part literally, because there's no smut and I don't think there will be.) But it really is fucking adorable. Also incomplete, but has been updating, albeit slowly.
Look Upon the Light by @palbabor-writes
Really great friends to lovers, and Pal has some of the best Shigaraki characterization, imo. Cannot overstate how much this fic influenced me when I was first getting started writing him because she just really nails our boy. And, it's finished!
Kryptonite Divine by hiddenflowers
A little slow to update, but actively being written and super fucking cute. Starts with Shigaraki posing as a sex worker to get close to you, which is just a galaxy brained concept I will never get over.
Warm Healer by sanchoyo
Fluffy slow burn. Perhaps a little cuter/cheesier than I usually lean as far as my taste in fics, but sometimes that just hits the spot, ya know? And, it's finished with an also complete long-ass sequel fic, so it's very bingeable.
Coin Toss by @firein-thesky
The opposite of warm fluffy vibes. The only fic to ever make me cry. Is really good, but I do not recommend it if you're not down to be devastated. Also complete.
Play Nice by @sugoi-and-spice
Really good scummy Shig that I am still impatiently waiting to have time to catch up on. This one's an OC instead of a reader insert, but it's pretty impeccably written and the smut is SO hot, oh my lord. It did things to me.
Also going to just shamelessly plug my own three long fics: the ongoing Addicted to Bad Ideas, and the completed ones, Paper Skin and Offering.
#x reader#fic recs#...haven't used that tag in 84 trillion lightyears#hoarding this for selfish reasons but also!!!!#this is an _excellent_ list#and if anyone needs ideas I strongly back a lot of these#but yeah my life was changed by warm healer my god#or rather my life was knocked around A LOT but my love for warm healer has been the one steady constant through it all#pls read and screm with me#obvs op is a STAR writer too#and so are a number of others on the list!!!
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25 + 41 Spinaraki (happy things for the boys)(or not, your choice)
Fantasy + First kiss! I hope u like this bc. I Donât Know Beans about Fantasy as a genre. :âD TY for requesting! (And sorry for the delay, I have Weird Split Off Days :( )
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âI gotta kiss you, man.â
âNo.â
âI gotta! We have to break this curse somehow!â
I said no!âÂ
Tomura was currently not hiding behind the couch; he was strategically crouching and avoiding, actually.
So, heâd been cursed. Their little guild of thieves and murderers had been attacked, and heâd gotten in the line of fire of a particularly skilled and spiteful witch. The stupid hag had declared âHe who hates all cannot break the curse until he loves, realized the love, and seals the love with a kiss! That alone can break the curse!â
So. Heâd been cursed in the most inconvenient way for him personally; corny as hell and unrealistic. Removing the witches head from her neck hadnât broken the curse like heâd expected, his rot touch doing nothing to stop the hot pulse in his blood, the tell-tale, white hot pain of a curse.Â
And sure, heâd been cursed before; this one was nasty, too intricate for him to untwine himself with his own black magic. His magic carried the death aura; it wasnât a healing touch, it could only destroy.
Heâd asked Sako about it, but the man had scoffed, declaring he was an illusionist, not a wizard or warlock. Magic was magic, wasnât it?Â
Toga was into blood magic, and knew a lot about love, and how to work with it alongside black magic- but she shrugged. She said wasnât a healer.Â
Dabiâs pyromancy would be useless; Twiceâs doubling illusions didnât even enter his mind. And neither did Spinner, because he couldnât even use magic; sure, he was a strong fighter, but-
His head hit the underside of the abandoned tavernâs bar, alerting Shuichi to his location. He cursed.
âDude, come on!â
âItâs not just a kiss to break it, Iâve said that already!â Besides, with his death aura, if anyone kissed him theyâd probably die, right? âThe hag said I have to love someone, and I donât really love anyone!â
âBut you like the league,â He pointed out. âSo any of us could work, we donât know until we try!â Spinner threw a toned arm against the wall, blocking the exit. âCâmon, I donât want you to die, so Iâm saying I donât mind!â
âHow generous,â He slipped under his arm, ignoring the indignant squawk. âNo.â
âReally?! We need you!â
âObviously, but Iâm not going to die. Iâve almost died lots of times. Weâll break this curse. Besides, you probably suck at kissing. Have you ever even kissed anyone?â
âThatâs- thatâs rude.â He didnât answer the question. âI just wanna help, man.â
And it would be inconvenient if he died; so what the hell? They were alone in the tavern anyway. He didnât want it to seem like he wasnât willing to try, and like hell he was flustered or something.
âFine.âÂ
As many quests as theyâd been on, Shigaraki had never even stopped to consider things like âromanceâ or âkissingâ; those were things reserved for normal peasants who needed more hands in the field, and royalty who had no say in who they married; Romance was a tool to sire the next generation of aristocrats and workers.Â
To say he had a cynical view about the subject was an understatement, but he thought it was realistic. A fairy tale, to ensure the population didnât plummet. It had itâs purpose, even if it was a lie.
âFine? Oh, uh,â Shuichi slicked his hair back; there was a visible sheen of sweat on his face and on the pads of his palms. âRight, letâs do it!â
âDonât make a big deal about it,â He snorted; but his own heart twitched, and his breath hitched. âAnd donât regret it if thereâs any side effects.â
âNah, I wonât.â The other manâs voice was quieter. Their faces got closer, andâŠ
They touched lips. Their noses bumped awkwardly, neither of them even shutting their eyes, or moving to- god forbid- open their mouths. After a moment, when he felt Shuiciâs hot breath huff on his face, he pulled away.
âWell. That was stupid.â
âI was trying!â At least he seemed to be embarrassed; Shigaraki could barely tear his eyes away from him, amusement bubbling up.Â
âMaybe we should try again; I still feel the curse.â
âShit, stop teasing me! Iâm going to go to the library and look into it!â He practically ran away; wasnât that interesting?Â
He tilted his head, and thought about it. It was a pretty bad kiss.Â
So whyâd be wanna try again?
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So he kept thinking about how Shuichiâs embarrassed face looked, and his own pride being at stake; besides, it was kind of sweet how loyal the dragonic knight was, willing to kiss his leader to help lift a curse.
âHey, how are you? Is the curse..does it hurt?â A few days had past. All of them had been busy, looking into fixing it in their own ways; Spinnerâd just gotten back from a binge at the library, and after pouring over the tombs, had admitted he couldnât find a solution yet.Â
âYeah, not too different from normal.â It had faded in the background, like a hazy filter of constant pain, and heâd gotten used to it. It hurt, but he hurt pretty often anyway. Even if he was slowly dying, wasnât that always the case?
âHey, kiss me again.â
Shuichi sputtered, nearly spilt the drink he was holding, and looked at him with moon-sized eyes.
âWhat?â
âI wanna try again; donât you think it sucked the first time?â
âSeriously, fuck you man.â Shuichi was mad? He frowned. Heâd known heâd been a shut in before joining them, did he think he was honestly teasing him?Â
âNo, I wasnât kidding. Itâs distracting, I keep thinking about it.â
â...What, about the curse? We already-â
âNo, about kissing you.â And he moved from his perch on the couch, putting a hand on the end of it and leaning over him. âAs pushy as you were the first time, you donât wanna now?â
âThatâs- IâŠâ Shuichi blinked. âYou want to kiss me?â
âYou donât want to? I can do better.â he was determined to.
Shuichiâs eyes flickered to his lips, then back to his eyes. It was so quiet he could hear him gulp down saliva. âSure I do.â He mumbled. âBut itâs just a game to you. Ever since our last battle, when you were talking about how youâd show us that beautiful horizon, I wanted to, but itâs not..Iâm your knight.â
âSince when,â He asked, slowly licking his lips. â Since when do we follow the usual rules of the heroic guilds? Whatâs inappropriate for them is the norm for us; we have no honor, so donât do acting noble now. Besides, remember what I said back then?â
âWhat did you say?â It was whispered, and Shuichi was looking so desperately at him that Tomuraâs heart almost stopped completely.
âI said the wishes of my comrades were the only thing I wouldnât destroy; theyâre my wishes, too. So if thereâs something you want, itâs my job to make sure you get it.âÂ
âI canât break your curse.â Shuichi broke the gaze. âI canât-â
âI wasnât asking you to; I just want you to do what you want.âÂ
Shuichi hesitated, and was painfully gentle when he finally reached up, ran his claws through Tomuraâs hair, and pulled him lower, closing the distance.
âDonât regret any of the side effects.â Shuichi echoed his own words, softly.
âLike the witch said, I canât love anyone, so Iâll be fine,â He tilted his head, and closed his eyes, and felt a glow, warm across his chest, bloom like a flower.Â
He let his hands drift on Shuichiâs face, with care not to use five fingers. Heâd never been this close to anyone; he felt like he had a fever, like he was melting.Â
When he pulled away, Shuichiâs eyelashes fluttered open. He was left breathless; Was this what heâd been wishing for?Â
How long had he wanted to kiss him back and hadnât realized? Heâd been jealous of the devotion the knight had had towards the blood rogue Stain, and wanted that, selfishly, to be on him; maybe heâd wanted it for a while, after all. Maybe he wanted more. Maybe...
The dull throb of the curse had faded, and he laughed to spite the witch, and because it felt euphoric to realize he wasnât born solely from hate, but could alsoâŠ
âS-Shigaraki?â Shuichi avoided his gaze. âStop laughing, I actually tried this time-â
âYou did fine; but Iâm not happy with it.â He hummed. âI donât like it if Iâm not the best at it, so we have to again. Even if the curse was broken.â
âWhat?! I- I broke it?! Then- you-â Shuichi turned an adorable shade of pink, turning away. âWhat the hell, you canât just- I gotta go!â A little spurt of fire blew out of his nostrils, making the room smell like smoke.Â
He let him run out again, knowing full well heâd be back. And he fell back on the couch, grinning at the ceiling alone, heart racing, face hot.
Maybe Spinner was his horizon; beautiful, destructive, and bright. And Tomura?
 Tomura loved him.
#THE CHEESE. COME GET IT.#spinnaraki#spinaraki#bnhafic#sanchoyowrites#sanchoyoanswersasks#srsly sorry for the delay I feel baaad dude work sucks sdfasasdf#i have too many messages to reply to im dying#wanna talk to my friends. wanna write#wanna draw :(#Anonymous
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54 and 24, Mukuro and anyone of your choosing.
Soulmate AU + Secret RelationshipÂ
OHH I LOVE THIS ONE I decided on Mukuro/Mikan and fuck the dynamics from the anime ok. My canon now. And I think both these girls deserve good things and to be Far Away From Junko :â)
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Junko didnât know Mukuro had a soulmark. Her twin didnât have one, and they were both supposed to be ruthless- there was no reason for the soldier to have one- Junko would have killed her for it.Â
Soulmarks were weaknesses; ever since it appeared on her wrist at age fifteen, sheâd kept it carefully hidden under tactical gloves, or behind a layer or makeup swiped from Junkoâs huge collection. And it wasnât like her sister was looking- why would she? (Her sister called her a brute, a vicious, ugly killer with no style and a flat chest and- quite frankly, Mukuro believed it; why would she get a soulmate and not her clearly more beautiful, talented twin?)
It was a strange shape, a little cross, even on all sides, pink in color. When sheâd first discovered it, sheâd tried to scrub it off, tried to cut it off, tried everything; no matter what, it faded back in. And being on the wrist, she couldnât cut too deep, so, regardless-
She knew the little thing had damned her, so she hated it. She hated the concept of soulmates, that someone would look at her and love her, that Junko didnât have one and she already knew if this person stumbled across her, her sister would kill them. So. She hid it, and denied having it. It was easier.Â
Really. It was. It didnât bother her in the least. Emotions were a footnote in the line of duty.
Mikan found Junko in their first year, a devoted girl at the first sight of affection. Junko had grabbed the girlâs wrist with her claw-like, blood-red nails, and laughed at her soulmark, assuring her no one would love her like Junko could.Â
Mukuro saw the tiny knife in pink, and felt nauseous.Â
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Her and Junko had been sparring; Junko had landed a particularly nasty hit, and then skipped out to go to a shoot for a magazine. In the silence, Mikan treating the gash, Mukuro did something she never dared to do: She spoke against her twin.
âYou shouldnât let her treat you like that.â
âUm, what? What dâyou mean?â Mikanâs voice was barely a whisper. âYouâre the one all cut up, sheâs nice to me-â
âMy sister has never been nice a day in her life. You should- you can go. I have to stay and look after her, but you-â
âI like being with Junko! She loves me.â Mikan mumbled. âSo..please donât say things like that. Besides, youâre here, too.â
Youâre here too. Youâre here too. The words echoed in her brain for the rest of the week, warming her cheeks. She stole glances at Mikan, who would avoid her gaze. It was too taboo, too risky to do around Junko, but she couldnât help it. The soldier and the nurse; soulmates. Could it really be true?
A few weeks later, she tried again, more gently.
âMikan. Junko will be in Paris for the week. Why donât we go out?â
âG-Go where? I canât, you know I- I canât.â Mikanâs thumb touched her wrist, like a nervous habit. âWhy would you wanna go out with me, anyway? Iâm not- Iâm boring, I canât really- Iâm n-â
âI enjoy your company well enough. I might be boring, too, according to my sister.â She held her hand out, letting her glove stretch forward, to show the soulmark. Mikanâs eyes widened.Â
âY-you have a..is that aâŠa medical cross?â Mikan had paled, turning away. âI..you? But- But Junko said-â
âI know. Sheâll be gone for an entire week, though. You donât need to feel obligated, if you donât want to go, but Iâd like to talk more about..this. She doesnât have to know; Iâll make sure she doesnât.â
âI um..Can I think about it?â Mikan flinched away, like she wasnât sure saying âmaybeâ was allowed, and Mukuro felt her own heart sink; so many of her own mannerisms were reflected back at her; it made her want to be stronger, so she could support this girl, protect her. Mikan probably believed Junko when she told Mikan that her twin was a killing machine- merciless and horrible, butâŠ
But she was determined to be more; for the first time, she saw a girl like herself, and she wanted to disobey. She wanted to give love unconditionally, not the harsh love Junko gave, but something kind.Â
âThink all you need; and donât worry about disappointing me. If you donât want to, I wonât push. But iâll be here regardless.â
âT-Thank you.â Mikan gave her the tiniest smile, and she felt like a glacier under the sun, melting and warming all at once.
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Mikan was humming something under her breath, and smiling gently. Mukuro watched her with a smile of her own; Mikan thought she was alone in the classroom- her and Junko had been assigned after-class cleaning duties today, and of course Junko had skipped out, dumping it on Mikan. But Mikan didnât seem bothered, she seemed at peace.
âDo you need help with that?â
âMhm, you can if you want.â Mikan didnât flinch when she saw her, or squeak out in fear like sheâd done the first few weeks. This was routine; when Junko discarded the girl, Mukuro would arrive, dutifully helping her, quietly, not pushing for anything, and if she was any kind of judge of that sort of thing, Mukuro would think Mikan enjoyed their time, too.
âI was thinking..um, if itâs not too weird, I like your short hair, Mukuro! I..was thinking about cutting mine, but hair salons..they make her nervous, strangers with scissorsâŠâ
She met the other girlâs eyes, blinking.
âOh. Would you..do you want me to cut it, then? I donât know how to do it properly. I cut mine with my knife.â Junko always said it looked awful and uneven and that she had a million split ends. Knowing Mikan thought it was nice was enough, though, and made her face redden if she thought too hard about it.Â
âThatâs fine! I-I trust you.â Mikan sat on one of the desks, pulling her hair back with her hands and batting her eyelashes towards Mukuro. âIs now okay?â
âYeah,â She swallowed, taking her knife out and closing the distance. She was careful to pull the hair far away from Mikanâs neck, behind her, and slide the knife across quickly. The hair fell on the floor; theyâd have to sweep again.Â
âDoes it look okay?â
âItâs cute.â Mukuro said, tucking a strand of it behind Mikanâs ear. They both had short hair now. Mikan was looking at her intently, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
âThank you.â Mikan whispered. Then, she kissed her, only for a moment. âS-sorry, I just wanted to know how that would feel...I want to be close to you, but..JunkoâŠâ
âI know.â She put her forehead on Mikanâs. âI hate seeing her hurt you.â
âI-I wonder how you think I feel. Youâre her sister, but she always- m-maybe I donât deserve better, but you do-!â
She couldnât help but laugh; thatâs how she felt when she saw Junko bully Mikan- maybe they were suited to each other after all.Â
âShe doesnât have to know. And maybe..maybe we could evenâŠâ Leave? Where would they go? With what money? How would they get away from Junkoâs reach? It didnât matter right now; it was a nice thought, and she still felt like she should be protecting Mikan, so sheâd do anything to reach that seemingly impossible goal.Â
She grabbed the other girlâs face with just her fingertips, hesitant to let her own calloused, rough hands be forceful at all; Mkain leaned in again, closing her eyes, and Mukuro kissed her again.Â
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That was how it started- secret meetings, assuring each other of their worth, and slowly, surely, protectiveness and affection bloomed into something more. Keeping it a secret was hardly as hard as either of them expected; they could fall into their roles easily enough, around Junko, but as frequently as she was at shoots these days or in other countries, they had plenty of time, so many moments together, and every moment they had to pretend otherwise was agony. Their soulmarks turned from a soft pink to a bright, passionate red; and soonâŠ
Between them, theyâd saved up enough to run away. Nothing was certain, but..Mukuro looked over the money again, double checking the math; Mikan was smarter than she gave herself credit for, and had figured it all up. They were both terrified, and excited. Junko had a two week stay in Italy, so the day she left, they were leaving shortly after.Â
An old pickup truck with survival kits, clothes, and food and water, and blankets; that was all they were carrying. Mukuro had the survival skills; Mikan had the first aid skills if anything happened. Theyâd go up north, try and find somewhere to hole up. Mukuro had safe houses from her soldier days, but using any of them ran the risk of being found. So it was a lot of unknown factors; theyâd deal with it as it came. Together, theyâd escape Junko.
Her fingers intertwined with her soulmates, though, she felt at ease. Mikan gave her a real, genuine smile with no hesitation, and they stepped into the unknown together.
#abuse tw#self harm tw#just in case? canon typical ig but still#dangan ronpa#mukuro ikusaba#mikan tsumiki#danganronpa fic#sanchoyowrites#very quickly written but like. u go girls. get outta there#Anonymous
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sksksk coffee shop au + roommate au for shigaraki and spinner bc i know u lov them
WHY WAS REPLACING THEIR HATRED FOR HEROES TO A HATRED FOR CUSTOMERS SO EASY. ilu thank you I do lov them
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   Shuichi was so goddamn tired of his backwater town, full of small-minded people, so when he realized heâd finally saved enough to move to the city, the relief was so overwhelming he started crying.
The City! Full of opportunities, and no one- or at least, not as many people, would look twice at him! Heâd saved enough for two months of rent, plus utilities and food!Â
âŠFor the small town rates. In his excitement, he might have forgotten how much pricier The City was; shattered were his dreams of lofty penthouses. But..he could look for roommates! The idea made him nervous, but this was The City! He could reinvent himself as someone who liked to be social!Â
âŠAnd his money was running lower every day he squatted at the shitty motel, and every day his mom called, and he still didnât have an answer to soothe her endless worries. He wasnât going back home, he was too damn stubborn.
But by the weeks end, his hope had nearly gone out. As he got more desperate, shitty places started looking better- he could ignore a little mold! A terrible draft, leaking roof and no heat? Well, better than rats!Â
There was a wanted ad on craigslist (yes, shady drug deal craigslist- heâd gotten some cheap, cool stuff (like swords!) in the past though, so donât knock it!) for a roommate. The listing showed a nice apartment- it was no penthouse, but..it didnât have mold, or visible cracks in the wall. It was short and to the point:
-Roommate wanted. No heroes, No cops. 20000 Yen / mo. Utilities included. Reply to set up interview.
âŠAnd why was it so cheap? The no cops and no heroes part threw him off for only a second; but he wasnât exactly a fan of either, so no big deal. He replied, asking for the interview, and only got an address and date back, for tomorrow. Thank god. This was it! He was going to get a roommate, and get started in The City, and not get any organs harvested, probably!Â
                            ââââââ-
He had the jitters; the potential roommate, (potential organ harvester), wanted to meet at an ungodly hour, so he decided to fill his day with caffeine. Because more jitters was what he needed, and it was cold out so it was totally justified, and looked like a more adult choice than an energy drink, even if thatâs what he was craving. He needed something huge, with too much sugary shit on it.
âUh..large..mocha..?â
The menu was practically hieroglyphic to him.
âA venti?â The man behind the counter asked. Shuichi floundered. Heâd never been in a real coffee shop like this; he was a total fast food junkie, his old town only having a single McDonalds.
âUh, is that the big one?â
The man was enjoying this. Where other people might have been helpful, he was just grinning, leaning on the counter. Shuichi was even more flustered when he got a good look, because powder blue hair tied up into a ponytail framed sharp red eyes: this wasnât an average barista, this was a Hot Barista. And his gaze wasnât letting up, not even a little.
âYeah, itâs the big one. This is your first time ordering here, isnât it?â
âYou donât have to be rude about it.â He fumbled. âYeah, a venti.â
âWasnât trying to be rude. Actually, how about this. I throw in a few espresso shots for free.â
âReally?! Sure!â He had no idea what that meant, but the manâs sweet smile convinced him.
âOkay, whatâs the name for that?âÂ
âSh..Spinner!â It was a snap decision; Being in The City, he needed to totally reinvent himself! Shuichi Iguichi was a socially anxious mess, depressed from a small townâs small ideas; Spinner was a cool, brave, outgoing guy who wasnât afraid to try new things in his coffee or talk to new people!
It only took a minute; at this hour, not a lot of people were waiting around.
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He was shaking so bad when he got to the apartment and couldnât actually feel his sky-rocking heart anymore.
âFuckinâ asshole poisoned me, stupid city-â His teeth were chattering, and he pulled his thin jacket around himself tighter. Heâd downed the massive cup of coffee in one go because it tasted good! But something was definitely wrong, his heart had never raced this fast in his whole life. Even after several energy drinks on a serious gaming night!Â
The place looked normal, maybe a sketchy neighborhood, but nothing too bad.
A single knock on the door was all it took before it nearly flung off itâs hinges.
âOmigosh hiii! You must be the new roommate!â A blonde girl was grinning up at him with fangs bared. âWhatâs your name? Iâm Toga!â
âUh- I havenât- Iâm not really a roommate yet, I just g-â
âToga, give the guy some space! Iâm Jin, donât even think about coming in my room or Iâll kill you! Haha, but actually come in whenever you want, donât listen to me!â
âUh-âÂ
âHonestly, youâre both crowding him. Give the boy some space.â A..magician..? Said. Yes. A Magician. Right.
The City was wild. More people kept popping out of roomsâŠ
âHey.â A man sitting on the couch waved. âDabi.â
A woman beside him waved a hand too, grinning behind stylish glasses. âMagne, but everybody calls me big sis, so donât be formal~â
âUh. Sh..Spinner. Am I at the right place?â
âRents cheap âcause we all live here! Pretty cushy, right?â Toga spun her arms, as if to show him the living room. It..was nice enough, but for this many people? âNot that all of us hafta pay, but itâs good for people in need! Tomuraâs so nice like that-â
âKurogiri does the renting out for the landlord because heâs usually busy.â The magician informed him. âBut heâs out this evening running errands, so youâll have to talk to Tomura.â
âS-Sure. Where-â
âOver at the end of the hall.â Magne informed him. Everyone had gone oddly quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos earlier.
âGood luck, Spinner!â Jin saluted. âWe wonât forget you!â
âHe isnât dead yet.â Dabi deadpanned. He wanted to think they were joking; but could he be sure?Â
He knocked on the door labeled âKEEP OUTâ, and slowly twisted the knob. The room was pitch black except a game pause screen from a computer, illuminating crushed soda cans and powder blue hair.
No fucking way.
âYouâre the coffee guy!â
âHow are you still standing?â Gone was the clean uniform with too many buttons and the messy cute ponytail; the guy was in black pajamas and looked like heâd slammed hard drugs or something; his eyebags looked pretty serious in this lighting.Â
âDo you get off on trying to give customers heart attacks?! Seriously-â
âI gave you a free product, why are you complaining?â
âDude!âÂ
The guy, Tomura? Had enough decency to look a little embarrassed.
ââŠI thought you were a newbie hero or something.â
âWhat?! So you spiked my coffee?â He remembered the âno heroâ bit from the ad; this guy clearly wasnât a fan. But⊠âWhy would you think that?â
ââŠâ He idly scratched his neck, and his eyes drifted to Shuichiâs well-defined arms. âI dunno.â
ââŠSure. So you work at a cafe during the day and rent out apartments by night. I, uh..wanted to ask about that- the apartment!â
âYeah, so this is it. The landlord is a regional manager for all the AFOffeeâs Coffees around here; pretty much everyone here works at one- Toga doesnât because sheâs still in school, Mr. C adopted her so they live hereâŠyou can live here if you have a criminal record or whatever, bad credit, the landlord isnât strict, but heâs got two rules.â
âUh-no heroes or cops, right?â
âThatâs one of them. The other is that if youâre able to work, you have to work at one of his shops. Heâs gotta pretty fierce competition with All Mightâs Express Marts. The payâs good.â
A place to live and a job? Heâd never heard of such a law- was it even legal to force your tenants to work for you? He didnât know enough about the laws to know, and the place was shady, so were the people; but..but heâd come this far! Heâd already decided he could handle shady! If he had to throw away his morals to make it here, so be it! Heâd work for them!
âO-Okay! Yeah, letâs do it!â
âOkay, âSpinnerâ. Iâm Tomura. Shigaraki.â He shuffled some papers around; they were crumpled up under the cans of soda, something spilt and stained on them. âJust fill it out. Also, if you quit the job before you move out, the manager will kill you.â
He laughed, and Spinner hoped he was joking.
But he kinda doubted it.
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So the first day was rough- by the end of the week he was ready to give up and die. Heâd entered a pseudo-coffee-cult living situation. When Tomura had said the âmanagerâ, heâd meant himself. His landlord- (who, apparently adopted him? Toga and Jin told him in late-night gossip-y talks that it was âcomplicatedâ and that Kurogiri, who lived in the apartment above theirs basically raised Tomura for the landlord. The man seemed like the only one who ever brought food over that wasnât junk.) Anyway, the landlord? Was also the district manager of all the AFOffeeâs- and the founder, so kinda also the CEO- and Shigaraki was in line to inherit the whole business, so he got an easy ride into managerial status at a young age.Â
And he for sure did get off on fucking up orders, putting way too much sugar or caffeine in them and watching people try the vile concoctions. He was a sadist for sure. Maybe even the devil. Spinner had watched him down a cup that was half espresso shots and half âLOV energy drink XTREME ENERGYâ topped with whipped cream without flinching.
Also, that might have been the moment Spinner decided he felt strongly towards him; which way was debatable,it was always rapidly oscillating between a serious crush and seriously wanting to crush him. Because he got the absolute ass jobs, like scrubbing toilets and cleaning stuff around the bar instead of doing anything important or cool!
âŠAs cool as you could get in a cafe, like, doing those cool patterns in coffee cream!Â
So heâd hit his limit, and stormed up to Shigaraki, crossing his arms and trying to look stern.
âOi, Shigaraki! Why do you keep giving me the worst jobs?â
Red eyes blinked slowly at him, like Shuichi was stupid. Which made him more mad.Â
âSeriously! I want to be up here making the stuff!â
ââŠSure, if you feel so strongly about it, Iâll train you up here.â He was surprised by how easily that was resolved, and almost felt bad for being so snappy.
âUh. Okay! Thanks!â
âYeah. So letâs start with sizes, since I know you donât know them.âÂ
It dawned on him, sometime later, that Shigaraki had been giving him the easy jobs, one hundred percent, absolutely. Customer service was a huge bitch, customers were all evil, and he was seriously considering doing some very mean, villainous things to them. He was only human! It wasnât his fault if he wasnât going as fast as they wanted, or if he messed up sometimes!Â
(Also, the coffee machine itself was distracting. It had googly eyes, and Tomura called it âNoumuâ affectionately. And he was totally distracted and spilling shit all the time because of that, not because of how cute his boss slash housemate was- yeah.)
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âI hate people,â He seethed. Shigaraki nodded. They were in the break room, about to open. âHow do you even deal with that?â
âI hate them too. I deal with it because Iâm the manager.â It was a shockingly mature answer. âAlso, I get to tell them ânoâ and tell them how stupid they are without being fired.â
Ah.
âBut if they give you too much of a hard time, let me know.â
âSure,â He said, noncommittally, because he didnât really feel too comfortable relying on his boss too much; even if they lived together and kinda had gaming nights and stuff, it was like Shigaraki had a âdayâ and ânightâ mode; by night he was the kinda creepy, but fun gaming buddy roommate among several in their weird, kind of sweet clique, but during the day he put on a brave face and marched into the warzone that was fronting as a quaint coffee shop on the corner. It was admirable; Spinner really liked that about the guy.Â
No matter what, he never bullshitted either. Which was why Spinner was so conflicted about telling him how heâd been feeling, because while Shigaraki seemed to carefully consider how all of them felt, what if he was so honest that heâd laugh in his face? He could barely imagine it, but what if? The thought killed him, so he pushed it back.
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Opening the door was like opening the gates of hell; a businessman marched up to the counter, toting a Very Important Business Briefcase, and sunglasses indoors- but of course still made time to glare at Spinner with a tilt of his head.
âTwo tall, iced, sugar-free, vanilla latte with half whole and half soy milk. And one non-fat frappuccino, tall, with two pumps vanilla.â
It was Friday, opening hour, and there was already a line, and this jerkoff wanted some really extra shit.Â
âSure, can I get a name?â He got the name, and even made the drinks perfectly in record time! Not only were they perfect, but they were pretty as hell, and his handwriting had gotten a lot less shaky since starting this job.
Heâd been so pleased when handing the drinks over that he had held them a little too tightly and one of his claws slipped into the plastic, making it go everywhere on the counter.
âOh- Iâm so sorry!â He gasped, pulling it back. Luckily, it hadnât gotten on the guy, and it was iced, not hot, so- âIâll make you another-â
âThis is unbelievable. Iâm going to be late to a meeting with the CEO- do you have any idea who I am? Iâm about to be a business partner with this company you work for- I can get you fired over this.â
âWhat? I can make you another-â He gritted his teeth. âThereâs no need to-â
âI want to speak to the manager, now,â The man had the audacity to snap his gloved fingers. Spinner was reaching his breaking point.Â
Then, deathly calm, Tomura cleared his throat from behind Spinner.
âIâm the manager.â
The man looked far too smug, and Tomura looked composed, but there was something wild in his eyes. Spinner took a step back unconsciously to get distance from the shitshow that was about to go down.
âYour employee spilled my drink everywhere. I think I should get something for that, and I think you should discipline him for that. If my subordinates messed up that badly, thereâd be worse than a firing.â
âIs that so? What would you have me give you?â
âUpgrade my drink for free- no, the whole order free, make it a grande. That seems fair for my time.â
âA grande is smaller than a venti, dipshit.â He actually reached across the counter and ripped the man forward by his tie, halfway across the counter. Other customers yelped and flinched back, but Spinner just stared, wide-eyed in awe. âYou have some nerve, coming in here asking my employee if he knows who you are when you donât know who I am. Heâs worth a hundred of you, and Iâm going to call right now and make sure that you donât only never get that business deal, but that you never step foot in an AFOffee again.â
âYou canât do that- Iâm- Iâm in the yakuza, Iâll-â
Tomrua slammed his head on the table so hard he made the man black out.
âDude,â Spinner whispered. âThat was so badass. Where-â
âThe landlord used to be into crime, but decided to open up chain restaurants instead. Turns out ruling through capitalism is easier than villainy, but I picked up some tricks in the transition.â
âUh,â Spinnerâs mouth felt like cotton. That..explained a lot, actually. âCool.â
âYeah, weâre going to have to close for the day and clean this up; we canât have anyone putting this on social media. Maybe I was too hasty?â He scratched his neck. âWhen I saw him berating you like that I got angry.â
So Spinner was certain those strong feelings were admiration, and kinda love? Because heâd never had someone fuck a guy up like that for him, and something about that was soâŠ
So violently sweet.
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âHow do you do it?â He found himself asking while they were sweeping up; Kurogiri had stopped by and portalled the concussed yakuza away a while ago, and only the two of them were left in the shop. âDonât you get fed up with that all the time?â
âOf course I do. I feel like I have so much pressure on me all the time, being next in line for this. I want to crush everything; I want to make those damn customers feel the despair they try to put on us.â
âI do too!â spinner gripped his broom tighter. âI want to see you destroy them all! So-!â
âSpinner.â Tomura interrupted him. âKurogiri wants to reno one of the rooms into an activity room since thereâs so many of us now.â
âWhat?â His heart practically stopped beating. He had been in the middle of a confession here!
âSo..move into my room.âÂ
ââŠThereâs one bed.â
âAnd?â Tomura shrugged. âKurogiri and Compress sleep together. I think Dabi and Magne-â
âI- What the hell. Of course I want to sleep with you, you donât need to ask in such a roundabout way!â As soon as the words were out of his mouth he could feel his cheeks burning. âThereâs so much I like about you, but youâre the most frustrating guy ever! Seriously, you-â
âJeez, I wasnât being roundabout, stop yelling-â Tomura had gotten up in his face, but instead of squabbling more, he brushed his lips against Spinnerâs briefly, effectively shutting down all of his major brain functions. â-Oh, and relationships with employees is against the rules, so youâre fired.â
âWhat?!â
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âThose two seem cozy.â Magne commented.
âPlease, weâre all a little cozy with each other. How long have we been living together?â Jin waved a hand. âTheyâre basically married!â
âI heard Tomura fired Spinner! Like, fired him!â Toga pouted. âHe made up some weird rule that we had to work for him or something to spend time with him at work âcause he thought he was all pretty, but then cut it short! I donât get it!â
âAh, isnât it obvious? Itâs young love,â Compress sipped his tea. âThey were making eyes since Spinner came in here, and then they were coworkers, and nowâŠâ
âAnd they were roommates.â Dabi said, smirking.
âOh my god!â Toga shrieked with laughter. âThey were roommates!â Â
#I had to add the Roomates Vine Im So Sorry#also. Noumu Coffee Machine.#bnhafic#spinnaraki#spinaraki#which is the tag ppl use idk jsdkfh#spinner is a precious baby and also the most relateable lov member 4 me so writing him was interesting!! ilu for asking for Them shfkcnjk#sanchoyowrites#sanchoyoanswersasks#fuschiaghosts#spinner canonly buys swords from craigslist thats a canon fact you can all deal with
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Thank you! (I assume these 2 messages went together sdkhasd)Â
SO: Massage fic + bodyguard au
I CHOSE TOMURA X READER bc if I'm being told to feel better soon why not try and feel better with self indulgence. Revelry in Decadence. Hope u like this. ore bodyguard than massage, but,, yes. :3c
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   You couldn't believe you were being let into the Paranormal Liberation Front! Well, okay. You could, because they were fairly lax with their new members and you'd signed up because certain jobs had pay, as in, cold hard cash, and you needed cash; you weren't really one for cults or big groups- they made you nervous, but hey, money was money.
No, what was unbelievable was the position you were in now.Â
So you had been born lucky, right? Your quirk was strong, you'd always been praised for it. You could make people faint with eye contact. You could've gotten a job somewhere less shady easily if you didn't have a criminal record. But here they apparently didnât care about that kind of thing, and appreciated your quirk, maybe too much...You'd planned on making a quick buck and leaving, but that idea was quickly slipping out of sight.
You were told you would be Tomura Shigaraki's bodyguard.
Yeah, that Tomura Shigaraki. Kidnap hero kids, jump off a moving truck, fight a whole city Shigaraki. You'd heard his little..speech? If it could be called that, earlier, standing to the side of the crowd. You had barely been able to see him from where you had been, and you expected to never get closer.Â
Ah.
Well.
You were wrong.
"I-I'm hardly qualified. I mean, he took down the big guys under you, didn't he? I wouldn't be better at defending him than he already is-"
"Nonsense! Your quirk is well suited for this. He's undergoing a few procedures for the next few months and will be unable to do much. And you've shown loyalty to us plenty!" Normally you'd be stunned the CEO of Detnerat Co. was talking to you, but mostly you were stunned about the fact you were in a room with him and Tomura freakin' Shigaraki and a doctor you didn't recognize. The doctor was shuffling around, muttering to himself. Tomura was sitting on a medical table, swinging his feet.
"This is who you hand picked? What kind of quirk do they have? Show me."
You hesitated, eyes staying firmly on the ground. "I wouldn't want to, erm, hurt anyone-"
"Is it non-lethal? Use it on Re-Destro."
âSure go ahead!â
The businessman sounded sure, so you looked in his eyes and he fainted. His head made an unsettling noise when it hit the linoleum floor.
"He'll be out a few minutes. Usually it only lasts around ten at most." You fidgeted. "Should I have gotten a pillow?"
Shigaraki snorted. "He's survived worse." 'From me.' Was the unspoken. "How does it work?"
"I just have to make eye contact."
"You can't turn it off."
"No. But I've gotten really good at staring at my own feet."
âSunglasses?â
âNo, sir, I havenât found any that work.â
He was staring at you pretty intensely now. You could feel him from your peripherals. You had gotten really good at ignoring people staring, but you really wanted to know what kind of look he was giving you. After a few more tense seconds, he spoke.
âYou must have good control then. Youâre hired.âÂ
You were so surprised you slipped up and looked at him with wide eyes, and oh god, oh fuck.
The first day of your new job started with you making your boss faint.
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   The first week brought a schedule for you: first thing, you woke up and showered and ate- about fifteen minutes worth of blissful alone time at the base before you headed to the medical bay, standing outside the door. Shigaraki kept a weird schedule that his naggy doctor insisted was unhealthy, so he was up early too, complaining about that, and reminding you every time he passed through the door that he still had a lump from your quirk. You would stare at your feet the first few days, bright red and praying he wouldnât fire or kill you for it, but he seemed to be joking, so after the first few days you tested the waters and teased back, sticking your tongue out at him.
âOh, Medusa has a sense of humor after all.â You looked at his crutches; theyâd been decorated with stickers and scribbled on with markers, several different signatures. Youâd thought people were supposed to sign casts and not crutches, but you didnât say that; the original league stopped by enough that you could guess they were behind it, and almost guess whos handwriting was whos.
âMedusa?â You crossed your arms. âIs that my official code name now, sir? I donât have snake hair, unless somethingâs changed since the last time Iâve looked in the mirror.â
âCan you even look in a mirror? Wonât you faint?â Oh, and youâd heard that one at least a million times. You huffed, rolling your eyes. The come back came easily, in the same tone heâd used.
âCan you even jerk off? Wonât it disintegrate?â And, oh, hello foot, nice to see you in mouth. You had never been so glad you couldnât look at people, because you did not want to see that glare, no, noooo thank you. You had this horrible tendency to not think before speaking, and it was going to get you killed for sure. Except he was snorting, not killing you, so, yay?
He didnât answer you though, and you were left alone in the hall to wonder, your only solace was that he was maybe wondering about you, too.Â
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âYâknow, it wonât do much good if someone decides to attack and you canât see if itâs a friendly or not.â
âA friendly wonât be shooting or using their quirk on me. Also, all your friends greet me, I know whoâs shoes to look for.â
âMedusa is popular now, huh.âÂ
You had been employed a little over a month now, and had gotten into a nice groove of standing against a wall, staring at the floor for several hours at a time. Youâd gotten really good at daydreaming, and had several stories running in your brain at any given time, plots interlinking. Heck, you could quit this villain bodyguard stuff and start a podcast or something, those were popular right? Probably wouldnât pay as well, but passion projects rarely did.Â
âI guess. Hey, when do you eat?â
âWhat?â
âI mean, I donât get a lunch hour. Not complaining, but do you get to eat in there?â Actually, you had no idea what sort of âproceduresâ he was undergoing; he always came back with more bandages, limping and sometimes even in a wheelchair. Some days seemed easier than others, sometimes heâd come out of that room hours later than expected, not even bothering with banter, and you were most concerned those days.
You were concerned in a professional way, of course, because he was your boss, even if he was young and fun to talk to, and it never ever bordered on flirting, not even if his voice was nice and a little hot-Â
You cut that train of thought short.
âI have food.â He confirmed. âYou donât eat at all during the day?â
âI have breakfast and dinner sometimes, but-â
âCome eat with me today.â
You blinked. âDoesnât that defeat the point of a body guard? Iâm suppose to stay out here?âÂ
âWhoâs the boss exactly?â
You shrugged, following him in. Hey, couldnât argue with that. Also, you couldnât argue with free food. It wasnât even hospital food, it was like, good food! You could feel his eyes on you because you were kinda pigging out, but free was free!
âSo long as youâre with me it should be fine.â
âMfm?â Your mouth was still full of food, so the question came out muffled, but he humored you.
âIâm saying you should eat lunch in here, at least. The doctor is out for a while around this time anyway.âÂ
âI thought you were the boss, why does it matter if heâs out?â
âItâs not like I know anything about this medical crap.â you looked around the room, unable to parse what any of the equipment did either. âI need his help, soâŠâ
âOh.â You knew asking what they were doing might be pushing the lines of how much he was willing to give, so you stared at the wall behind him. It was hard to not let your eyes drift towards him. Only seeing his torso and below was driving you a little crazy, and it wasnât like you were totally oblivious to your own feelings, but still; he was your boss and that was definitely an inappropriate crush to let develop. âI probably shouldnât eat in here then, huh?â
âYou wonât? You donât want to?â
âI.. shouldnât.âÂ
You could hear his chair scrape against the floor, and your breath hitched when his hand was on the table in front of you.Â
âI want you to. Didnât you just remind me Iâm the boss?â And he was crouching beside you, so quickly that you had to turn your head. He was inches away, so close you could feel his body heat. âWell? Or are you going to make me go stand in the hall with you to eat every day?â
âSo gentlemanly,â You murmured softly, your voice catching in your throat. âAsking me to lunch. I guess if I donât have a choice, sir.â
âIs it such a chore for you? Do you hate me that much?â There was a teasing tone to his voice; you wouldnât figure out until later what he was really asking.
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So, professionalism had totally been thrown out the window, kicked to the curb, and given the boot. You were originally supposed to âguardâ the room where he was vulnerable due to...âoperationsâ, but you were eating with him, and following behind him to meetings. âJust in caseâ, heâd said, but you wondered. And it made you weirdly proud, to know you were wanted by someone so important to the whole organization.
Or, maybe youâd been properly brainwashed into a cult. This was how people became stupidly devoted to the cause. You werenât going to slip down that slope, or at least thatâs what youâd thought, butâŠ
Someone interloped into the meetings and pulled out a gun. It was a bad day for Tomura, he was already snappy and heavily bandaged, so it was your first time getting to defend him. And you hadnât even hesitated.
You caught a bullet in your shoulder, but managed to look the guy in the eyes, and he dropped like a fly. Four villains were on him instantly, but your breath was still ragged, clutching your shoulder and eyes darting around wildly. Assessing threats, putting yourself in front of your boss.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â
âMy job. Sit down.â You were surprised to hear your own voice come out so stern. âWe need to get you out of here.â
âI can-â
âWhat, fight? You can barely walk today, and I was hired for a reason. Let me do my job, sir.â
He actually shut up- you were amazed.Â
You got him to the med bay, both of you slow, him because he was covered in bandages, and you because there was a bullet in your arm.
âI want you to look at me.âÂ
âYou know I canât-â
âIt just canât be eye contact, right? Iâm not looking at you, soâŠâ
You looked at him, and you didnât find the cold eyes of a villain, but warm red eyes that were full of concern, pointed firmly at the wall. He was beautiful. You, selfishly, didnât want to stop looking, even if it meant him fainting and you bleeding out.
âI wanted to look at you, too.â You let your eyes drift back to your lap. âSo whatâre we going to do about your quirk? I canât be the only one hating my quirk right now,â You let your hand drift to his, resting it right on top of it. You had your suspicions, but you wanted to hear it from him; you wanted to know he was going as crazy as you were.
âYou have a bullet wound.â He said in a deadpan voice, and you were laughing again.
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So youâd healed up nicely, a few weeks had pastâŠ
And you hadnât heard from Tomura. Youâd shown up one day, and the doctor had waved you off, saying Shigaraki would âbe underâ for a few weeks. You had demanded to know what that meant, and the doctor had asked in a very condescending tone if you had clearance to know that.
Hmfph. You should have if you didnât already!
So you loitered around. The paychecks hadnât stopped, even if you werenât really doing anything important. Sometimes youâd wander to the loading docks where the trucks dropped off supplies and would help unload, just to keep busy with something, anything to distract you.
Then, one day, you got a notice you were to be at your post the next day and actually made a very loud, high pitched noise. You couldâve sworn it set off a nearby pack of dogs.
You didnât even wait until the next day, you practically sprinted to the med bay.
âTomura!â
âDonât come in here yelling, Medusa.â
âI wanted to see you.â You whined. You wanted to see above his arms, actually; they looked more rough than usual; he was still in a medical gown, barefoot on the medical bed.
âWell, I want to touch you.â He snapped.
Oh. You sucked in a breath.
He finally admitted it.
âAre you on drugs?â
âWhat?â
âLike, uh, hospital drugs- like- the ones that make you loopy-â
âIâm coming off them,â He admitted. âBut Iâm not lying.â
âSure, okay.â You took a breath. âSo how about this? You- you look at me all you want since I canât look at you, and Iâll touch you since you canât touch me. Iâll be your touch if youâll be my sight?â
Was that too forward? No taking it back now, but-
âDeal, starting now.â He didnât even hesitate.Â
âNowâŠ?â
âYeah. Iâve been unconscious for weeks, Iâm pretty cramped up.âÂ
Oh, of course. Yeah. Obviously.
You settled behind him, letting your fingers drift over his shoulders. His bare shoulders. You started to untie the gown, letting it drop to his lap. Modesty was out the window along with that professionalism.
âTo be honest, Iâve been looking at you since you got hired. So Iâve already got a head start on this âdealâ, you owe me a lot of touches.â
âIs that so?â You kneaded your fingers into his back, letting one hand roam to his neck and drift over it, brushing his hair over his neck as you went, slowly. He actually shivered.
âI donât let a lot of people this close.â He admitted. âI hate pretty much everyone, but youâŠâ
âYou seem pretty sweet on your league. Not that paranormal whatever, but the guys who always bug you and hang around.â
âItâs different.â He leaned into your touch. âDifferent with youâŠâ
âYouâre so high right now.âÂ
âIâm so sore. You have no idea what Iâve been through lately.â He sighed. âItâs done, though.â
âHm? What is?âÂ
âThe operation was a success. Once I recover, I wonât need a bodyguard.â You paused only for a moment before twisting your thumb into his spine, and he let out a hiss.
âDonât fire me, I got shot for you.â
âWell I know youâre no good at massages; what could I keep you around for?â
âOh, you poor thing.â You leaned forward, letting your lips linger at his ear. âYou think massages are the only type of âtouchâ?âÂ
â...Iâm giving you a raise.â He declared, and you laughed. Maybe youâd stick around regardless of money; you were having fun, and Tomura Shigaraki, yeah, that Tomura Shigaraki? The one that had totally seduced you into a cult? Well...
âOkay, I guess I donât hate you either.â You confirmed, and his hum told you that was the right answer.
#anyone else .......miss the lov.....and Him...#i dont want to see ugly endeav*r anymore can i see my babies.....lmao#sorry for typos! i typed literally 90% of this on mobile on my lunch break JASKFHKJ#i dont have friends 2 sit with so i sit with my fanfics. ok#sanchoyowrites#bnha fic#this mc is More Spicy than watergun mc from warm healer......for the sake of this not being a 20 chapter fic dsfsadf#sanchoyoanswersasks#Anonymous
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â° summary: Mollyâs got a sense that something is about to go horribly wrong at the place her fiancee picked for their wedding.
â° word count: 1613
â° rating: T for possible body horror, gore
â° genre: horror, action, romance (??)
Enjoy! Â â°
One night.
It was just one- one night at the old cathedral, the one that the wind whispered against the walls of, and dread made its home in.
It was for her wife, she reminded herself. That was the agreement. Anna got to pick where the ceremony was held, and Molly picked the honeymoon location.
By morning the two of them would be on their way to a beautiful hotel by the beach.
But tonight? Molly was here.
She wasnât a particularly superstitious or religious person, not like her wife.
Wife, wife, wife.
Thinking about her as her wife was a reassurance. Sheâd stay in here, in this big, creepy building for her, just until they were wed; sheâd do anything for her.
Annaâd always come here as a child, thatâs what sheâd told Molly. The church wasnât even used anymore.Â
Someone had kept it from falling apart, but done the bare minimum in even that. The night before Molly had to call a cleaning service to clear the dust and grime. Itâs not like she would have minded to clean it herself, ordinarily. Cleaning had always been relaxing for her.
But something in here was suffocating. It was watching, and Molly got the feeling it didnât like her.
She squashed down the feeling.
Her mother-in-law was helping her put on makeup, and carefully braiding and twisting her ash-colored hair back. Mollyâs own mother was across the country, and had claimed to be âtoo busyâ to fly out for this.Â
She liked her wifeâs family, she did. They never seemed too busy for Molly or Anna, and were far more close-knit than her own family.
As she pulled Mollyâs hair into a bobby pin, her mother-in-law reminisced about the past.
âYou know, we had to drag Anna here as a child every week. She used to be terrified. Iâm surprised she wanted to have the reception here.â
âHuh?â
âDonât move your head!â
âOh, sorry. But what? She was scared of it? When did she grow out of that?â
âLetâs see..we started going here when she was six, and when she was seven we had to consider finding a new church because her fits would get so bad. Sheâd beg us not to take her. For a long time, I thought she was just getting upset because she wanted to sleep late.â
âThat wasnât the case.â Molly surmised.
âIt wasnât just..I should have been paying attention to her more. There was real fear there. There wasnât any kind of youth program here, she was with us the whole service, never out of our sights. Not once. I never did figure out what she was so scared of, but she grew out of it, eventually.â
âShe never mentioned any of that. She just..she just said she wanted to see it again. She told me she had to come back.â
She hadnât seemed afraid. Sheâd talked about it like it was something nostalgic. The same tone sheâd use to tell Molly stories about her time in school or what pets she had when she was little, how they all didnât really like her, even if she tried her best. Animals always got riled up around her.
âI asked her about it when she called me and told me where the wedding would be.â
âAnd?â
âShe just said she had just stopped being afraid.â
   An hour later, Mollyâs father-in-law was walking Anna down the aisle to meet her. The pews of the church were full of close friends and a few family members.
Some of them were getting misty-eyed. Molly felt she should have been emotional- it was an important night. But with each step Anna took closer, Mollyâs anxiety built. She wanted to grab her hand and run, run out of here and take her to somewhere safe.
Just as Annaâs mother had told Molly, Anna wasnât afraid. She was perceptive, and as the old preacher read off the vows, she reached out and squeezed Mollyâs hand.
âItâs okay,â She mouthed, âItâs okay.â
âI do,â She said, a minute later, and both her and the preacher were waiting on Molly.Â
Molly realized had zoned out during her own wedding because the feeling of crushing dread was so strong, from one direction now. Mollyâs head tilted towards the back doors of the church.
There was a back area to the building she hadnât explored prior because the people who let them rent the building for the weekend had forbidden it. There were chains on the double doors with a big lock.
And Molly had sworn they had just moved.
It happened like this, in slow motion:
Molly got between the doors and Anna and shoved her behind her, screaming for her to run.
The doors flew off their hinges, sending a rush of musty air across the church, and something ungodly lurched out.
It was pale white, and at least ten feet tall.
It shouldnât have been able to contort through the doors, not without breaking them apart, but itâs limbs, spindly like tree branches and cracking like bones, rearranged themselves faster than Molly could blink with precision that had intelligence behind it.
It ran at Molly- making a high-pitched screaming, moving far too fast on countless legs.Â
It sought her out with no eyes, and Molly didnât have time to wonder how.
There was a knife by the wedding cake.Â
She hadnât even thought about it, it was instinctual.Â
A second later the knife was in Mollyâs palm and she launched herself at the abomination, one thought on her mind.
Protect her. Protect Anna.
People ran, screaming out, but the thing wasnât concerned about them.Â
The preacher had started to try to say some prayer, and it barreled through him, covering Mollyâs white gown in red.Â
Itâs maw was open towards her, stretching far too wide.
Molly screamed, plunging the knife into the monsterâs skull, her other hand holding its face away from herself, inches from itâs huge teeth.Â
She shoved the knife as far in as it would go.Â
Itâs odd, pale flesh was spongy and putrid, and there was no blood. It shook and pulsed under her.Â
It let out a sound like a rattle, before stilling.
Molly took a step back.
âAnnaâŠ?â Molly turned.Â
Anna was on the ground, still, trembling.
âYou werenât supposed to do that!âÂ
She was angry, Molly realized. No, she was furious.
âAnna?â
Anna picked herself up, gathering her own dress and breaking into a sprint for the double doors.Â
Molly chased her, running around the creatureâs corpse.Â
She was stopped by the only other person remaining in the church, Annaâs mother. She yanked Mollyâs arm so hard it was painful, and in her confusion Molly screamed at her to let her go.
She shook her head firmly.
âDonât follow.â She warned. âThose doors lead to the basement.â
âBut Anna-!â
âI donât even know if thatâs my Anna.â
Her voice cracked with the confession.
âMy Anna was so afraid. She cried all the time, she played so loud. Then, one day, she was like a different child. She never once threw a fit, never cried after that, never got too loud, and our family dog at the time..oh, he barked and whined, like he did with strangers.â
Molly took a moment to absorb that.
âCan I ask you something?â Annaâs mother continued. âHave you ever seen her cry?â
In the four years Molly had known her, she hadnât. She was almost always perfectly composed. Sometimes, she would be frustrated over college papers. She had gotten angry at times, but never at Molly, and she had never, never cried.
âWhatever..whoever that is, she always had to come back here. But you, you can still leave.â
âI donât understand, but thereâs no way I can leave her!â
She looked at Molly and squeezed her eyes shut, nodding.
âI donât understand either, but I saw how fast you acted. I always thought..but, well, If itâs you, then maybeâŠâ
Her eyes drifted back to where the thing had been. Molly turned. It was gone, just the knife left.Â
Somehow, she didnât feel surprised.
âTake it. Go after her, but know if you choose to, you wonât be able to turn back.â
Molly twisted the knife in her hand, feeling the weight of it. She knew what she had meant. Molly felt it, even if she didnât truly understand.
âPlease find my daughter. Please bring her back to me.â
Down the hall of the double doors, there were stairs that lead into the dark. Molly walked slowly, cautiously.Â
There, in the dark basement, was a well with strange symbols along the floor surrounding it.
Anna sat away from Molly, on the edge of it, dangling her feet over the edge and peering into it.
âYou came for me.â
âOf course I did.â
She turned and her eyes reflected yellow in the dark.
âYou shouldnât have.â
âYouâre my wife. I love you.â
âYou never said âI doâ.â
âWell, I do. There. Besides, your mom is asking for her daughter back, too.â
A smile quirked at the corners of her lips, before she turned back to the edge of the well.
âIâm sorry for both of you, then.â
Her dark hair billowed up as she jumped in. Molly broke into a run, and looked over the side. It was pitch black, impossible to see.
âAnna!â
No reply.
There was a rickety steel ladder on the wall of the well. It felt damp to touch, and the same musty air that had clung to the creature was wafting upwards.Â
Molly put the knife between her teeth before following her wife down.
#sanchoyowrites#WHATS THIS? A RANDOM ORIGINAL STORY? *vine voice* Wow...#i have no idea how 2 tag this#Im sorry 2 anyone on mobile who cant see the readmore asjkdfdkjsn#I dunno if this will be a series or anything it was literally based on a snippet of a dream and a convo with a friend#tws for horror and standard body horror and a lil gore I guess#i dont think its super graphic but if ur not good w stuff like that! steer away
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â° summary: Realistically, he always knew it'd come to this. All For One would get out of jail, and he'd come and find the two of you. But Tenko had always hoped he could do more to stop him.
â° word count: 3558
â° rating: T for language, and non-graphic death
This was another part of the climates dâamour series, commissioned by anon! Enjoy! Â â°
#sanchoyowrites#bnha fic#climats d'amour series#warm healer#Perf for the Halloween Mood (tm)#also I hope u guys like my new Icon its. halloween ragdoll
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BABY ALOE AAAAAAAAA THE SWEETEST LITTLE BABY AAAAAA
soooo @bananaapplewaffle came in my inbox with the adorable prompt of Aloe turns into a toddler, and we made several fun headcanons about it and while I normally donât draw my fanfic ocs (I prefer to let people imagine how they look themselvesâŠ) I couldnât get this image out of my head. 100% baby. (ofc this isnât canon or a canon design and Iâd love to hear how other people imagined them! :3c just my take on them <3)Â
thanks again to @bananaapplewaffle for making an au Iâm now OBSESSED WITH. đ
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I've always been the type of person where I want to like. make sure one Thing is Done before I start on the next. and stick to a schedule about finishing said thing. but. what if I just publish several multichapter stories at once and update them all randomly like whenever I feel like it like some kind of weirdo. wild west rules. What Then
#very tempted to actually JKASKDFJ bc I have (3) diff stories im working on atm (separate from the requests/oneshots) and...#idk its nice to rotate between projects i feel like its been keeping my brain Freh#fresh*#whatever that means#I feel a lil bad bc if anyone likes them and wants to know when theyll update i wont KNOW#but. maybe its fine#swagever .........i might do it anyway#sanchoyorambles#also i got some CUTE and FUN requests already i am excited to do them . go follow @sanchoyowrites 2 request 1 :)
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kalliblast submitted to sanchoyowrites: aloe n the reader just vibin (ft divorce dress)
this is a true warm healer momentâąïž if iâve ever seen oneÂ
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SCREAMS. I canât believe thisâŠâŠâŠ god bless. is them being in a kitchen with a pumpkin intentionally setting the scene. This is incredible. holy cow. Youâre so right, this absolutely is a Moment thank you so much đđđ» đ
#art#I DONT HAVE ANOTHER TAG FOR THIS. IT /IS/ ART. AAH#???!!! IM SHOCKED AND AMAZED!!!#kalliblast#cold love#submission#EVEN THE DIVORCE DRESS!!!!!!!! BYE
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