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[treasure-goblin]

Am ver wet :(

Had to help set up sewage line for rv, ver stinky, no like

Haksjkekkweiejjwjrjsjkr poor thing!! I had to help my dad with that once, it's definitely no fun

[katsukistofu]

peanut butter and jellyfish

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ h. shinsou x fem reader. 5k words — fluff. cursing. comforting insecurities. friends to secret lovers.

⭑ shenanigans with your not-so-secret boyfriend ft. sleepovers with eri, a cat eating pizza on you at 3am, your classmates being nosy, and an aquarium date.

note: your quirk is forensic sight! so ur gc name is the way it is bc ur eyes lol get it

You choke back a laugh as a very focused Eri puts yet another sticker on Hitoshi’s face. 

Snacks and pillows are strewn around the inside of the blanket fort the three of you finished building moments before. Stiller than a rock, your calm best friend sits there cross-legged so that Eri can give him a makeover of unicorns, stars, and rainbows. 

“Do you think he looks pretty yet?” Eri tilts her head at you.

“Like a real-life princess.” You giggle. “Good job, Eri!” 

“Yay!” She happily high fives the hand you hold up for her. “Do you feel pretty yet, Hito-nii?”

“I feel so bonita.” Hitoshi deadpans, sending you two into another fit of giggles.

“You were pretty already, Toshi,” you coo, rubbing a thumb over the sticker of a cat making sushi on his cheekbone. Mr. Aizawa must have bought that one for her.

Hitoshi pretends to shyly gaze at you from under his long lashes. “Aw, really?”

His lips curve into a lazy smile, and a heat that you’re all too familiar with rises up your neck, you turn away–a little too quickly, to Hitoshi’s amusement.

“Nevermind you’re ugly.”

He laughs and the heat creeps up to your cheeks.

Such a simple sound, yet that soft, husky voice of his always manages to make your insides a mushy mess, even when you had painfully tripped over his cat, Celery, when he transferred and first moved into the dorms with your class.

The normally stoic, reserved purple-haired boy had doubled over with an uncontrollable wheeze, supporting himself on the sofa as your groaning self was sprawled across the floor. 

God, they were lucky they were both cute.

Yet, you couldn’t help but smile as he reached a hand out to help you up, the other still covering his mouth. 

That was the first time you made him laugh, and now, you’ve heard it so many times that you could finally stop counting on both your hands’ fingers but you still wanted more.

“Want me to paint your nails, Eri?” You ask, scooting over to your bedroom’s drawer. 

You open it, your own light blue nails painted a color that reminds you of the sea against the pastel pink of the treasure box you take out. It had a heart-shaped diamond on the latch. 

The heavy box was filled with a collection of nail polish the girls in your class usually used for their sleepovers as well, and new bottles, mostly varying shades of apple red, started mysteriously appearing the day after Eri said she had never gotten painted her nails before. 

“Yes!” Eri’s eyes sparkle. “Can I please have matchy nails with Hito-nii?”

“Of course, sweetie.” You smile. She was adorable. 

Hitoshi rubs the back of his neck. “You sure you want yours black this time, Eri?”

“Yes!” She huffs stubbornly. “Like dad’s clothes and those things under your eyes!”

“Hey!” He protests. She shares a mischievous look with you and you both giggle, catching the pillow Hitoshi gently throws at you. 

“Oreo wouldn’t treat me like this.” Hitoshi reaches out to ruffle Eri’s hair and she squeals in protest, batting his hand away. 

Eri holds up the oversized panda plushie he was talking about. It was comically bigger than her, and you had to bite back a laugh.

The moment you two spotted it in the claw machine outside Shinsou’s favorite cat cafe near campus, you knew you had to win it to add to her ever growing collection of stuffed animals.

With a grin, you remember the huge sigh of relief Shinsou let out when it finally fell into the chute.

“Duh he wouldn’t ‘cause you’re his twin!”

Hitoshi mock gasps. “Take that back.” And tickles her neck, barely dodging as you throw the pillow he threw earlier back at him. 

“Woah!”

Except much, much harder.

“Don’t worry Eri, I'll protect you!” You grab another nearby pillow and throw it at him, which he easily catches in mid-air with one hand like it was a frisbee.

“Aw.” You pout. Mr. Aizawa was training him a little too good now.

Eri pats your arm to console you. “It’s okay I appre-shee—apree-shee—“

“Appreciate?” You offer, and her face brightens as she nods.

“Appree-shee-ate. You. For trying.” She finishes shyly.

“Aw, thank you Eri. I appreciate you too.” 

Hitoshi’s eyes soften at the sight of you two. 

“What about me?”

You scowl. “You can go duck yourself, Toshi.”

“Love you too.”

Eri suddenly gasps. 

“Dad says that to Uncle Zashi too!”

Despite already knowing the answer, Hitoshi and you turn to look at her suspiciously.

“…Which one?”

As if he knows you’re talking about him, Aizawa yells down the hallway.

“Eri, brats, pizza’s here!”

───────── 

“Can I have another hug?” Hitoshi asks coyly after class one day. 

The bell had just rung, and you roll your eyes at his leaning form on the wall of the almost empty hallway. 

Everyone was leaving for lunch.

Except you two, but that was Hitoshi’s fault.

“I just gave you one!”

“Oh no.” He places a dramatic palm to his forehead. “I think I’m going to pass out because of someone if I don’t get a hug in the next five seconds.”

“Greedy ass.” You sigh, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

He hides a grin, shuffling closer to close the gap between your bodies. 

Hitoshi smells like fresh linen with hints of sunshine, probably from his daily bike ride he took around campus before class started, and the coffee he brewed this morning. 

A sense of comfort settles into your bones as the familiar scent envelopes you, and you breathe it in. 

He softly tucks your head under his chin as you nuzzle your face deeper into his chest, your headache from taking the quiz in Ectoplasm’s class earlier now long gone.

“Did you know that when cats see that it's raining outside a window, they go to another window in the same room to check if it's still raining outside?” Hitoshi randomly whispers.

“I did not know that.” You giggle. His lips feel ticklish on your hair. “Does Celery do that too?”

“All the time.” Hitoshi grins. “I have a video from yesterday’s storm, I’ll show you in the cafeteria.”

“Ooh okay!”

He straightens, and takes your hand, your fingers easily lacing through his as you both start to head in the direction of the dining hall. 

When you trip over nothing, he snorts, already expecting it, and catches your waist before you take a fall that will be difficult for your ego and your knees to recover from.

“Careful,” he says as you clutch onto his school uniform in relief, and you swear that already deep, smooth voice of his drops an octave on purpose, almost sending you to the ground again.

Hitoshi’s thumb is still tracing small circles on the back of your hand as the both of you join the line for the traditional school lunch. You could try a different cuisine tomorrow. On today’s menu was miso seaweed soup with a side of grilled fish and a milk bread roll along with, of course, rice.

You feel a vibration on the side of your leg, and for the umpteenth time this school year you thank UA for adding pockets to the school uniform’s skirts as you slip your phone out. The jellyfish charm Hitoshi got for your birthday last year dangles from your case.

Surprise, surprise, it’s the class group chat.

-forklift uncertified -

it’s barbie bitch 

guysss guess what i sawwww

invisi-girl 

IS IT TODOROKI IN A PINK TUTU

 

pikachew

girl what 

invisi-girl 

u guys don’t get the vision

i saw it in a dream last night

the rock 

nah i get it dude

that would be so manly

ice spice 

I would not be completely opposed to the idea

invisi-girl 

SEE

it’s barbie bitch 

it’s even better >_<

it’s barbie bitch 

hitoshituckingyourhair

behindearwithasoftsmile.png

mochi cheeks

OHMYGOD!?1?2?2

SOCUTEEEEETES

airpods with wires

i saw that

airpods with wires 

can yall not flirt before lunch 

next time i’m gonna throw 

up before i get to eat

sue you 

AWWWW OUR LITTLE BABYS ALL GROWN UP

forensic balls [you]

FUCK U GUYS IM 17

yaomomo

exactly

a Baby :)

forensic balls [you]

yaoyao ur supposed

to be on my side </3

yaomomo 

sorry my love i cannot 

deny the facts </3

pikachew

Nahhh only shinsou can call her that guys ;))))

airpods with wires

wah wah wah

forensic balls [you]

one more word and i’m gonna change the gc name to fornite jiggle physics 

sue you

NO

yaomomo

No thank you

my chemical romance

what a mad banquet of darkness

it’s barbie bitch

babe look me in the

eyes this isn’t like you 

forensic balls [you]

try me. 

pikachew

DO ITTTTTTT

forensic balls [you]

ok just bc u told me to 

i won’t now 

scotch tape 

dayum rip denks

forensic balls [you]

also not my fault u guys 

have early ass birthdays smh

shirt guy

Senior citizen core fr

forensic balls [you]

ily midoriya

shirt guy

ilyt pookie xx 

kazoo-ki

Girl u aint slick

shirt guy

You’re so late omg

pikachew

bro has us on mute

kazoo-ki

shut up dunce face

kazoo-ki

How tf do I change my name

mochi cheeks

LMFAO

wiki-how

Bakugo it is fairly simple. 

wiki-how

First you click on your profile, then your personal settings. 

wiki-how

From there you press “Change Display Name” and you should be able to enter your name of preference. 

kazoo-ki 

K

better than you

Thanks glasses ig

wiki-how

You are very welcome.

kiri the rock

nice one dude!

sue you

wow egotistical much

better than you

You wish yours was as big as mine

pikachew

that’s what he said

it’s barbie bitch

omg it just hit me

it’s barbie bitch

the first person to 

finally get bitches in our class 

it’s barbie bitch

i’m so happy i could cry

pikachew

I GET BITCHES

sue you

yeah over the screen 

we're talking irl

pikachew

leave me and my otome games alone

forensic balls [you]

real 

forensic balls [you]

AND IM NOT DATING HITOSHI

it’s barbie bitch

HITOSHI????????

airpods with wires

first name basis is crazy

forensic balls [you]

fuck i mean *shinsou

scotch tape

y’all smell that

the rock

peeeyew

pikachew

smells like sum bullshiiii

kazoo-ki

Could’ve fooled me

yaomomo

You aren’t??? :(

yaomomo

But I wrote a reminder to wish 

you two happy anniversary and 

even bought tea to celebrate!

forensic balls [you]

….for what date

yaomomo

April 1st :(

forensic balls [you]

………………

airpods with wires  

@ it’s barbie bitch we can see u

across the cafeteria u are BAWLING

eyebags

what the fuck

Hitoshi bites back a laugh as your widened eyes meet his, glancing up from your phone.

“Not dating, huh?” He grins.

You groan and pinch his arm. “I panicked okay! I didn’t know what to tell them.”

“Hmm, do you want me to?”

“I mean, only if you want to.” You shyly play with his fingers. 

“I kind of like us being a secret from them for a little longer. It feels… nice.”

Hitoshi smiles. “I know what you mean.” He wrinkles his nose. “Though they’re so nosy it looks like they figured it out already.”

“Pffft, yeah.” Mina could definitely sniff out a relationship from miles away, no matter how much PDA you tried to sneakily do in empty hallways.

Hitoshi squeezes your hand in reassurance.

“I like it too.” He leans over, and your eyes are forced to meet the dark violet of his.

The side of Hitoshi’s soft-looking lips, courtesy of the strawberry chapstick he stole from you before class this morning, quirk up as he looks down at you with soft eyes, the ones he reserves for you and random cats he sees on the road.

“Chapstick thief,” you mutter.

“Oh, you want it back?” Hitoshi grins. “Kiss it off me then.”

Your cheeks grown warm. “Not here!”

“Good,” He smirks.

“I prefer keeping you all to myself, anyway.”

   ───────── 

“What’s wrong?” 

He’s crouching down so that your eyes have no choice but to meet his from your spot on the bean bag.

He gently pushes the switch in your hands down to your lap and pokes your thigh. You squirm away ticklishly. 

“Tell me.”

“No.” You huff, picking your switch back up. “I just wanna play Stardew, leave me alone.”

“Darling.”

Your face flushes at the pet name, and he smirks. His secret weapon still works without fail. Hitoshi didn’t even need to activate his quirk to have you under his thumb. 

“You’re not going to feel better if you keep it in. Tell me what’s wrong.”

His nails are still pink, you faintly notice, trying to distract yourself from your very attractive, very insistent boyfriend in front of you with his comforting hands placed on your thighs.

You painted his left hand, and Eri painted his right at the last sleepover you had together. She had insisted that he should match nails with her this time, since she matched with him last week.

It was already terrible and impressive that Hitoshi was a people-reader, even worse that he knew what to do to make you fold so easily and open up.

Curse you Hitoshi, you and your disposition for healthy communication.

You should have never recommended that therapist to him.

“I don’t know,” you finally mumble. He tilts his head, showing you that he’s listening. 

“I just feel like I don’t deserve it.”

“Deserve what, sweetheart?” He asks. The softness in his voice is unbearable and what you've been bottling up for weeks finally spills out.

“I feel like I don’t deserve it when good things happen to me.”

Hitoshi blinks, then lets out a snort. Which turns into a full blown laugh coming from his chest.

You shove his face away and he falls on his butt, still chuckling. 

“You’re making fun of me!” You say indignantly.

“Sorry, sorry, I just��” He coughs, and takes a breath to recollect himself. 

“You say a lot of dumb shit and I think that's the worst thing I’ve heard you say.”

You pout. “I’m feeling very invalidated right now.” Hitoshi rolls his eyes, and his hands reclaim their spot on your skin, except this time he’s gently cupping your face in his hands. 

He’s not used to comforting people, but you can see that he’s trying.  

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, and you inhale sharply. “You’re kind, you’re intelligent, and I see you try so hard everyday. You always do a good job when you set your sights on something. Why don’t you deserve good things?”

“I don’t know.” Your gaze is numbly pinned to the silver chain around his neck, the one with a little crescent moon on it that he wears everyday, not even taking it off when he goes to sleep. The one you gave to him. 

“That’s okay.”

His thumbs caress your cheeks, and you think you can breathe a little easier. 

“Let's think of it this way,” Hitoshi says, still cupping your cheeks, grounding you. “It’s not about whether you deserve it or not. Do you want it?”

You finally meet his eyes, and answer with a voice shakier than you’d like it to be. 

“I do. I want good things for myself.”

“Atta girl,” Hitoshi says with a proud quirk of his lips. 

You stare at him, your heart suspended in your chest, feeling better but still looking a bit unsure.

Hitoshi notices this from the way you start biting the inside of your cheek, and he leans his forehead against yours. You freeze. 

He smells like fruit, like freshly washed blueberries and those ripe strawberries in the kitchen in the dorm’s fridge. “That’s more than enough. We can work from there.”

There’s still a worried furrow between your eyebrows.

“Come on, sweetheart. We can go to the aquarium you love this weekend.”

He smirks as you perk up at that, drinking up the rare, shy expression suddenly on your face again, and leans down to your ear. 

“You’re so easy,” Hitoshi whispers. 

You grumble, you could hear that stupid grin in his voice.

“Sorry, I can't hear you with your face in my chest.”

You raise your head to glare at him and his heart soars. There was his girl.

God, his smug face was starting to irritate you more and more. "I said that if you were my husband I'd poison your tea!" 

“If you were my wife, I'd drink it."

   ───────── 

-thot pockets -

it's barbie bitch

omg guess who i just saw 

cuddling in front of the tv

it's barbie bitch

youwrappedlikeaburritoinhitoshisarms.png

dating allegation #1 

MINA WTF DELETE THAT

dating allegation #1 

WHY R U STALKING US

[dating allegation #2 saved an image]

dating allegation #1 

BRO WHOS SIDE ARE YOU ON

dating allegation #1 

PURPLE MINION LOOKING BITCH

dating allegation #2

ok forensic penis

dating allegation #2

who changed my user

pikachew

me

cuz u guys are NOT beating 

them :laughcry::laughcry:

ice spice

I am just confused as to why 

you two are sitting on each other 

ice spice

When the rest of the couch 

appears to be unoccupied

ice spice

Perhaps this is a new 

procreation method?

mochi cheeks

TODORKIWHATHAHVDHSHA

pikachew

LMDFAOOOOOOOOO

ice spice

? 

dating allegation #1 

WHATTHEFUKC

the rock

never change bro 

sue you

IACTAULKYLCANT BREATHE HELP

it’s barbie bitch

ME NEITEHHR

dating allegation #2

Whenever my eyebags get darker

dating allegation #2

Just know I blame it on all of you

   ───────── 

“Celery?” You mutter, rubbing your bleary eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Mrow.” The cat continues eating the slice of… pizza? On your chest.

It looks like the one that you and Hitoshi ordered earlier after quizzing each other for Present Mic’s exam.

 

“I love you so much but I am so confused.”

You reach for your phone to text Hitoshi, your still-asleep hands fumbling a bit on the nightstand.

toshi <3 [12 hrs ago]

us 

you [12 hrs ago]

literally us <3

toshi <3 [12 hrs ago]

want to order takeout and 

watch ouran highschool after

we study for tmrws exam

you [12 hrs ago]

yes please omg

you [now – 03:24]

hey

can u explain why ur daughter

is eating pizza on my boobs

at 3am

toshi [03:30]

whar

?

toshi [03:31]

OHfMGOD

CELERU

Not even five minutes later, he’s knocking on the door to your room. You open it, and the sight of a very sleepy looking Hitoshi greets you. His already unruly bedhead is even messier than usual and you’re pretty sure he’s wearing his shirt backwards. Did he put it on before coming over? 

Wait.

You blink, long and hard, banishing the thoughts of a groggy, very shirtless Hitoshi lying in his bed, with the light of his phone screen illuminating his handsome features as he replies to your text. Those four hours of sleep must finally be hitting you.

Hitoshi sees you blinking, and takes it as a sign you’re still in shock at the pizza monster in your lap.

He gives an awkward pat to your shoulder in reassurance.

“I think this is just how she shows affection.” Hitoshi stares down at Celery fondly.

The way you stroke her fur so softly makes his chest feel warm and tingly.

“Does she eat leftover pizza off your chest at three in the morning?”

“...No.”

“Hah. She said she likes me better. ” You smirk victoriously. “Isn’t that right sweetie?”

The calico cat purrs as you scratch her ears, a bit of tomato sauce under her chin. Hitoshi exaggeratedly puts his hand over his heart at this scene of betrayal.

“Seriously? Celery, I took you off those streets and raised you like I was the one pregnant with you for nine months.”

“Mrow.” She bumps her head against your hand.

“Pfft, give it up Toshi. It’s time for you to hand over the adoption papers.”

Hitoshi rubs the back of his neck. “Or we could just share custody.”

“What?” Your cheeks grow warm. “You want me to be her mom?”

“I mean you kind of already are. Look at her,” he says, eyes softening as he looks at the two of you. 

Celery has her paw on your arm. After eating until her little tummy was full, she was already starting to doze off.

“She takes after me.”

You let out a derisive snort.

“Yeah you looked just like that after our binge marathon today too."

“Not in that way.”

He smirks at your confused reaction.

“Then what do you mean–”

At that moment, Celery decides it’s the perfect time to snuggle into your tank top, smearing what’s left of the pizza on her face all over it.

Hitoshi’s eyes widen. He laughs, covering his mouth.

You’ve never been so glad you chose to wear black to sleep.

   ───────── 

“Trouble child, you’re here.”

“Hi Mr. Aizawa.” You roll your eyes. “When are you going to stop calling me that, it’s getting old.”

“When you stop getting into trouble.”

“Okay, that’s fair.”

“The kid’s almost ready.” He snorts. “About damn time. Been up since six.”

“He has?” Your eyes widen. “For what?”

Your teacher smirks. “Nerves. Isn’t this his, what, tenth time taking you out though?”

A flustered Hitoshi suddenly appears from behind him with a light pink dusting his cheeks and steers Aizawa back to the door. “O-okay dad that’s enough.” 

He’s cutely dressed in a soft-looking grey cardigan over a white shirt and black wide-legged pants. 

This had to be the most boyfriend he’s looked, ever, and he looked very boyfriend all of the time. 

“Hitoshi?” You do a little twirl for him in your own outfit. “Fire or nah?”

He looks up from his phone, where he’s googling the bus route to the aquarium, except his eyes linger. Without skipping a beat, he responds.

 “Fire.”

“Toshi, you’re staring.”

“Of course I’m staring.” He says it with a tone like 'what else would I be doing?'

You shyly fidget with the edge of your shorts. “Why?”

“Because you’re beautiful.”

Hitoshi reaches out a hand, like he hasn't just casually left you breathless, and his own eyes soften as he notices your starry-eyed look. 

“Let’s go, you crybaby.”

“Damn. I was going to say you look handsome too, but I don’t remember being the one who sobbed my eyes out watching Your Name last night.”

The tips of his ears turn red.

“Shut up.”

“Was like our fifth rewatch too.”

“Shut up before I kiss you.”

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

"Both."

‧₊˚ 🐚 ✩ ₊˚ 🌊 ⊹ 𓇼

Hitoshi’s lips twitch as he sees your eyes light up at the sight of the sign pointing in the jellyfish exhibit’s direction. “You’re adorable.”

“Thanks.” You grin. “You’re slow.”

You take him by the arm, your brain faintly registering how muscular his bicep is despite holding it so many times, and drag him along. 

In their tanks, the glow of the moon jellies fills the darkness in front of them as other visitors murmur around you two in awe. Blue light reflects off the water and through the glass, illuminating your boyfriend’s dreamy features and you can’t help but admire how pretty he looks.

Hitoshi turns from watching the jellyfish to face you, fingers now lacing through yours. You don’t look away. 

A soft smile flickers across his face when he catches you staring at him.

“This reminds me of when we first met.”

You smile. You remember. He was the one Mina relentlessly teased you for staring at, which you completely denied at the time.

“Why’re you so thirsty?” You remember her whispering into your ear at the Sports Festival in your first year. The both of you were sitting in your class’s designated spots in the stands.

Your eyes had widened, scandalized. 

“I am not!”

“Please. You’re totally staring at him.”

“Who?”

“Shinsou Hitoshi.” She grinned. “Cute, right?”

Of course she paid attention when they announced his name specifically. 

You could never remember anyone’s, and she probably saw you looking at his picture for a little too long when it appeared on the Jumbotron’s screen, announcing that his match with Oijiro was about to begin. 

“Not really,” you lied, a bad attempt at feigning disinterest. 

Like your eyes hadn’t been trailing down his lean figure the moment his next match started. 

Or noticing how attractive it was the way he casually folded his arms when he taunted Midoriya, or wondering in your mind if his perpetual bed-head was as soft as it looks. 

Mina turned to you, smirking at your slightly dazed expression.

“Really? Then you wouldn’t mind if I told him you had some questions about his quirk and wanted to talk about it after this, riiight?”

“What?” You shake your head furiously. “I mean his quirk is really interesting but–ugh Mina, no!” 

“For the plot!” She waggled her eyebrows.

You nudged her knee with a huff. “I’m breaking up with you.”

“Nooo, I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” Mina eyed you cheekily. “I won’t call him over.”

“Oh thank god.”

“But only if you admit he’s your type.”

You groan. “Okay fine. I think he’s hot, happy?”

“Very.” Your best friend laughs, pure happiness indeed written all over her face. You can see the matchmaking gears already turning in her head. “I just know you too well, babe.”

You roll your eyes. “Sometimes I really wish you didn’t.”

“Come on, you guys would be so cute together though.” She sighs dreamily. “Forensic sight and mind-control? Plus you’re both hot as fuck? Talk about a power couple.”

“....I think I’m going to go sit with Yaomomo instead.”

Recalling the memory, you laugh. “I know, we kept accidentally making eye contact after your second match because our seats were right across from each other.”

“That awkward prolonged eye contact in the stands might’ve been how I started crushing on you.”

You smirk. “You had a crush on me? That's so embarrassing.”

“I know.” He rolls his eyes, softly tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “Worst decision of my life.”

You hold Hitoshi’s hand tighter as you step closer to his side to get a better view of the tank. 

“Glad the feeling is mutual.” 

You spot it before he does.

“Oh my god Toshi. We need to get this for Eri.”

He spins around from the collection of the aquarium’s official shirts for sale, a shirt with a print of a whale shark in his hands. 

“Wha–oh my god.”

Hitoshi stares at the giant penguin plushie you’re holding in front of you. 

It was bigger than you–no, bigger than him even.

“Not sure if it’s going to fit on the train home, but we’ll make it work.”

   ───────── 

"Can you teach me how to draw a unicorn too, Eri?" Hitoshi asks.

You had already asked Eri before him seconds ago so you stick your tongue out at Hitoshi, mouthing ‘copycat,’ and he tilts his head down to quickly kiss your neck, making you giggle. 

He still has a pink bow wrapped around his bicep from when you three played dress up an hour ago, and you fight the urge to laugh again at how silly he looks.

Eri is too focused on her drawings to care about either of you, and after she scribbles around a little more, she turns to face her older brother.

“Yeah!” She hands him a red crayon. “Okay, so first you draw half of a circle.”

Hitoshi follows Eri’s instructions.

He lifts his hand, which nearly covers the paper, to reveal a red ‘C’ that looks like it got run over by a truck.

“No, no not like that! Erase it.” She frowns disapprovingly, hands on her hips. “You’re really bad at this Hito-nii.”

“Please Eri-sensei. I'm trying my best.”

“Try harder!” She turns away with a huff, then peers over at your paper. 

“Ooh yours looks so good!” Eri claps, and you smile proudly. 

“It’s all thanks to you, Eri.” You reach out to fix her pigtail that was starting to slip out of the cat-patterned scrunchie, and she giggles, holding still for you. 

Hitoshi grumbles. “This smells like favoritism.”

“That’s ‘cause your unicorn looks Celery’s poop!” Eri chirps. Then she runs away to the kitchen right before you double over in laughter at Hitoshi’s extremely offended face, clutching onto his broad shoulders for support. 

“She said your drawing looks like shit!” You snort, and he groans.

Celery’s ears perk up in Hitoshi’s lap and she meows, looking in your direction. You hold out your arms. “Celery, you want uppies?”

She ignores them and decides to sit in your lap instead, purring softly.

“Mrow.”

“Yeah? And then what?” You coo, gently rubbing her fuzzy forehead, and her eyes close in contentment.

She mewls again, pawing at your sock and you laugh.

“Okay, okay I’ll tell him.” 

Looking up at Hitoshi, he tilts his head the same way Celery does when you talk to her. 

You bite back a laugh, you’re not sure who’s the cat in the room at this point.

“What did she say?” He asks you curiously.

All you do is blink slowly at him in response.

Hitoshi’s brows knit in confusion.

Then his eyes widen, a soft pink starting to color his cheeks.

Shyly, he slowly blinks back.

Suddenly, the gray-haired girl comes back from the kitchen, apples Aizawa sliced like rabbits for her on a plate in her hands. 

You’re still slowly blinking at each other as she walks through the door.

Eri looks at the both of you weirdly.

“What are you two doing?”

“Mrow.”

teehee hitoshi’s the pb to ur jelly(fish) get it

[a-ikuoliver]

it's all in your head, i'm inside your head and you're never gonna get me out

pairing: hitoshi shinso x f!reader w/c: 2.1k warning/s: DUBCON/NONCON, brainwashing, female!reader, prohero!mindjack, just a lot of staring lmao, please lmk if i missed anything notes: based on this thirst inspo/acknowledgements: MY LOVER @definitelynotsaint FOR ALL UR HELP I WOULD BE NOTHING WITHOUT YOU MARRY ME PLEASE <3 + earworm by cottontail

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"you seriously think you could beat him?!"

"you act like he's huge, kami, i have more chance with brainwashing than electrification. if i stay quiet, what's he going to do?"

"have you ever fought the guy?"

the argument had been going on for about… twenty minutes now, most of your other friends already filtering out of your place, but you'd trapped the blond, and subsequently shinso with your argument over the hypothetical: would you rather fight kaminari or shinso?

this was by far the most passionate you'd been so far, answering earlier versions of the question effortlessly: would you rather wear kirishima or mina's costume to a wedding (mina's), have an uncontrollable quirk with raw power or a perfected, slightly below average quirk (master of one). the moment sero proposed the final question, your eyes landed on his, your eyes glowing with smugness when they met his bored amethyst iris's, a spark of interest when you parted your lips to argue your point.

shinso remained reserved throughout your argument with the blond, studying a chip in the deep purple paint on his thumb idly, breathing slowly, evenly, apathetically despite his ears burning any time you'd say his name (his heart rate spiking every time, even with each word out of your mouth being a teasing jab of his lack of sheer power in comparison to you).

"why don't you test it sometime?" his voice is gravelly, nearly cracking after sitting in silence for so long, quietly nursing the last few mouthfuls of his drink while he peered at you; the animated way you spoke, the sparkle in your eyes every time you'd tease him, the curve of your neck when you'd toss your head back at something someone said. swallowing the final drops of the amber liquor, your attention is drawn back to him, proud smirk and all.

"what? you don't think i could fight you?"

shinso quirks an eyebrow at you, an uncontrollable, self-assured grin lazily gracing his lips, "i don't think you could keep quiet."

your mouth drops open to defend yourself, your glare growing more and more fiery as you spin to face him. he could prove it right now, brainwash you the moment the first syllable leaves your mouth, command you to remain completely still while he binds you, leave you wrapped neatly in the binding cloth to wake up in, leave you stuck while he revels in his victory. he could do it right now, annul your challenge before it could become anything, before your ego could swell even bigger.

"is that a challenge, mind jack?"

no, it's no fun to melt your wings before they're built, not until you're halfway in the air, dangling precariously over the raging sea, completely ignorant to the dangers below, complete trust in your makeshift wings.

offering you his hand, he ignores the apprehension in kaminari's golden eyes, "you wanna make it official?"

patience is a virtue, something hitoshi has to remind himself of frequently; patience, hitoshi echoing in his mind when you patrol by his side, promising to protect him from any villains, pulling him behind you if even a mouse came across your path. patience, hitoshi when you mock kaminari for fearing the muscular mans brainwashing, asking if he feared the boogeyman, too. PATIENCE, HITOSHI, it's like a mantra when you smirk up at him, your unspoken promise of beating him hanging in the air between you before you'd even part your lips to greet him.

a virtue, a true miracle he was blessed with such patience.

so, he waits, biding his time until the perfect moment, the absolute perfect time. it was spring now, weeks after your proposal, the scent of pear blossoms beginning to float through the sky. along with the sweet scent in the air, humidity made it grow thicker and thicker, as his patience grew thinner and thinner with every step closer to you.

"hitoshi!" you answer cheerfully, like you normally do, a bright smile on your curved lips, unfaltering even as your friend stares at you with burning eyes, costume awry and his dark hair mussed, pushed back from his forehead, "you look like shit."

the tension inside his body was ready to snap, a rubber band stretched far beyond what he could handle; hearing one too many jabs from you, (today, a text of your merch, a little plush of yourself that you offered, free of charge, to protect him on patrols when his brainwashing fails).

"you should see the other guy."

"oh, i'm sure you really showed him."

"you going to invite me in or just insult me?"

"aren't you going to make me? or not ready to accept the truth? i know it's hard."

he snorts, relaxing against the door frame, deciding today was the perfect day to claim his victory. to pop your ballooned ego.

"let me in," his voice is smooth, your eyes drawn to his lips at his low timbre, lips parting slightly. you feign stepping aside, dropping your head into an overly dramatic bow, only meeting his eyes again after a long moment, the smug sparkle still shining brightly in your pupils.

"huh, sorry, i don't think it worked," you stand straight once more, fixating on your limbs as if searching for a reason why his quirk hadn't worked, stretching each finger as if just to confirm your autonomy, to confirm his lack of reach, even into the weakest parts of yourself.

your wax wings spread wide, curling over shoulder blades, strapped around biceps, wrists and fingers, nothing but clear blue skies ahead of you, bright eyes zeroing in on the searing sun. you've forgotten all about the deep sea below, no concern for the waves crashing over the jagged rocks at the cliffs edge, of the current dragging helpless creatures further into the depths. what did you have to worry about the peril below when you could take to the sky? you wings will carry you far from the danger lurking in the murkiness.

"let me in."

like a baby bird, struggling to leave its nest for the first time, your wings fail you, cracking, burning, melting, sending you careening carelessly into the frigid depths below.

unlike your act, you can't feign when his voice, his quirk seeps beneath your skin, settling in your veins, in each wrinkle and valley of your brain, invading your nerves. your eyes go blank, inky pupils dilating minutely. no more burning hubris reflecting back at him, there's only the endless darkness he can watch himself in, the heat in his own eyes. the hunger. you obey (of course you do), your hand falling limply from the door frame as you finally step aside, welcoming him inside.

"aw, where'd all that talk go?" he grins, tilting his head condescendingly, arrogance oozing from him in waves as you stare at him, defenceless in his clutches, his hold the only thing keeping you from slipping into the depths, further from the sky you greedily sought. you're silent (of course you are, hitoshi hasn't commanded you to speak), a ditsy, dumb, blank look on your face as he steps over the threshold onto the genkan.

"close the door." you do, your arm falling back to your side as soon as the latch clicked.

"kneel." you do, heavy limbs bending and bowing until you were seated at his feet.

"take my boots off." you do, you make quick work of the hefty boots, shimmying them down his calves and over his ankles, his half-lidded stare trained on you, admiring your casual shorts riding higher and higher on your plush thigh when you leaned forward to place his boots at the edge of the step up into your home, the pair sat neatly, side by side.

"you're so good, so obedient," his voice is low, his tone would have you addicted, itching to hear his faux praise again and again if you could remember it. leering down at you, hitoshi is certain you'd snarl at him if you could, bear your fangs, bite and threaten him. rather, you're pacified staring up at him, doe-eyed like this he can imagine how you'd keen instead, how you'd lean into his touch when he pats your head, how your eyes would blur when he calls you pretty, dizzy and dumb nuzzling into his hand.

it was cute, laughable, he has to admit, studying your vacant stare with deep amethyst eyes, the way you really thought you could overpower his quirk, that you could win against him.

"such a good girl, aren't you? yeah?" shinso's thick gloves tangle your hair in tiny knots at the top of your head every time he pets you like a well-loved house dog, "how about you get me a drink, too?"

god, he wants to record you, to rub your nose in how well you behaved for him, blindly following every instruction and he didn't need to spend a single yen on training clickers or treats. shinso mulls over the decision for a second, just long enough for your chest to rise once more, your eyelids to drop in a blink; the expression on your lips when he would show you how pathetic you look is nothing in comparison to you rebuilding your wax wings every time you break out of his brainwashing, not remembering a thing; your attitude and teasing returning again and again, week after week when he knows exactly how pretty you look when your mind was a blank slate for him to carve any thought into.

by the time he's mulled over the decision, you've led him further into your home, back towards your the kitchen where the bet was born, where you began building the wings that would betray you.

opening the cupboard that housed the glasses, the tips of your fingers just bump the vessel with a light tink when his pink lips part to command you once more, "stop."

you pause, waiting oh so pretty for your next instruction.

"i could tell you to do anything right now, you know that?"

you stand like a marble statue, only blinking when your eyes burn.

"i could tell you to bark like a dog, and you would," you're silent, eyes staring forward even as he disrupts the air around you, tracing a gloved finger over the bare skin of the back of your thigh, just to watch the goosebumps unconsciously form in his wake, just to do it without your burning glare. "tell you to sit pretty, to shake, to roll over. would you like that, baby?"

shinso runs his bare pointer finger up your spine, tracing the nape of your neck until he buries his hand in your hair, tugging your head back and forth to nod along with him, "i knew it, you're just a pathetic, obedient little thing."

again, he manoeuvres your head to nod (he knows he can command it, but sometimes he likes getting his hands dirty).

"bend over," hitoshi tugs his gloves off, placing the pair carefully beside you on the counter, admiring the arch of your back as your tits squash against the stony counter. you were a fucking sight, something he'd never forget until the day he died; the image of you bent, dumb, drooling burnt into his retinas.

obsidian eyes follow every rise and fall of your chest, roaming over the expanse of your body, every sliver of bare skin catching his attention, taking his time to admire while you can't argue with his perversions. wide hands are drawn to your ass like a moth to the flame, the curve of your plush skin hardly covered by the fabric, even more so when he kneads the fat of your ass, squeezing and spreading anywhere he can reach.

"should i take these off? hm?" he toys with the waistband of your shorts, as if waiting for you to reach around and shove him away from you, to call him every name under the sun, to threaten his life if he even moves an inch closer, lays one more finger on your skin.

you don't.

"yeah, i bet you'd like that." shinso chuckles to himself, hooking his fingers under the elastic and tugging them easily down your hips, leaving them to pool around your ankles, left only in your shirt and the cutest cotton panties, marred by an ever-growing dark patch at the centre of your cunt.

"filthy little thing," his smile widens, a predatory stare locking onto the wet patch, tracing the shape of your pussy over your panties just to watch it widen, "you're so fucking perverted, huh? bet you've been waiting for me to try something like this."

his cock is aching in the tight constriction of his suit, he's acutely aware of how uncomfortable it would be to go home with cum staining his boxers, but he can't find it in himself to care, not when that would mean taking his eyes off of your clothed, drooling cunt.

"you wanna know something?" he hears the gentle buzz of a streetlamp igniting outside your window, hears your gentle breaths, you don't answer.

"i can't brainwash you into getting wet, baby, this is all you."

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[mercizzles]

pro hero shinso!!!!

[ging-ler]

Part 2 of that shinkami art I drew 3 years ago. I finally let them open their birthday gifts you're welcome blorbos.

The first part below cut

[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

[sems-diarie]

Choose your fighter: Tall boyfriend who always grabs the things that’re out of your reach w/o needing to be asked

vs

Tall boyfriend who sits back and watches you struggle to reach it bc they like the way you stretch and jiggle when you jump for it.

Bonus: boyfriend who purposefully puts things out of your reach whenever you get on his nerves (Shinsou)

god shinso <3333 need him real bad me thinks

he’s so annoying! watches you flip open every cabinet and duck under every sink, looking for your cute little hello kitty stool. you ask him where he put it and the bastard eyes you down like he’s never seen you before? he’s making it impossible for you, just to see your face twist when he pretends not to have any idea.

he loves when u depend on him, that’s his problem. he gets a sick little thrill out of watching you try and fend for yourself. and luckily for him your high ceilings make the stretch just too much out of your reach.

makes you kiss him since he’s “such a nice boyfriend” to hell u go big boy!

[navigh0st]

Happy HALLOWEEN to the 5 shindeku fans still in the fandom

(I loveee teacher deku with all my heart <3)

I kinda went with an old style to kinda match last year's vibes??? I don't know what I did but I'm happy with the result wuhuuu

.... alsooo I'm alive and trying to post more often (I have a ton of work already finished, but no time to upload and think of funny or thoughtful phrases for the captions)

[aizawasapple]

Colored in one of Horikoshi’s sketches, this is the first time I’ve done so in awhile + did it with my finger since I’m on my phone. Hope you enjoy :)

[captainjade101]

Some fun mha headcanons

Mina writes her fives backwards.

Sero has fallen out of his hammock several times because he was too high to tell up from down.

Denkis quirk activated after he licked a Powerpoint.

As kids Bakugo convinced Midoriya that the reason his hair was green was because he ate too many green vegetables.

Shinso has got his hair stuck in multiple elevator doors.

The support department has a whiteboard dedicated to guessing how much stuff Hatsume will blow up that week.

[shinhoebakuhoekitten]

But like, 3 s u m with Tamaki and Hitoshi. 👀

The contrast in the beginning of the sweet intamcy of Tamaki’s approach to sex and the rough dominating Shinso who doesn’t let up the entire time.

Tamaki needs a bit of warming up due to his incredibly shy nature and you aren’t afraid to indulge him in soft shy kisses and light petting as you straddle Amakjiks tapered waist.

Shinso tried to keep his cool and allow you two to have a moment but his patients wears thin as he watches you, his partner, kiss up and down Tamakis neck. He can’t help but kneel behind you on the bed, his naked thigh hitting your bare thigh and Tamakis still clothed one.

Shinso would lower his head to rest on your shoulder as he looked to the timid guy that was underneath you. “If you think her younger feels good on your neck you should see how it feels on your cock. She’s a little minx when it comes to oral. It really gets her going to hear the other moan in pleasure.”

Tamaki couldn’t help the whimper that slipped past his lips as he bit and licked at his bottom lip at the idea.

“Shinso” you muttered, a tiny bit miffed and scared that this might all become too much for the shy pro hero. “Let him get comfortable before making such lewd remarks. I don’t want to rush tonight.”

It was no secret to Shinso that you had been crushing on Suneater since you all three went to UA. Suneater was a third year in the pro hero course when you and Shinso had met in first year general studies before he transferred to the hero course. Shinso and yourself did not start dating until after UA but he had known about your crush on the older hero since first year because you couldn’t help but gush about him.

This was a huge fantasy of yours that was coming true tonight and you were so grateful that your boyfriend had had enough gall to ask Tamaki and while the older pro hero had blushed a lot and almost said no, he knew he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have his way with you.

Tamaki also had a crush on you but he didn’t really know who you were until you were already dating Shinso.

“Sorry Kitten, I’ll try and be patient. It’s just hard staring at you like this and knowing I don’t get you for a while.” Shinso smirked as he smacked your ass, watching it jiggle around the barely there string up your asscrack that the lingerie shop had the audacity to call a thong.

[treasure-goblin]

Am bord

Hi bord I'm Cal :3

[orpheusismefr]

Art by Kōhei Horikoshi.

[a-ikuoliver]

your boyfriend is kind, so nice, so sweet. unfortunately for him, you like his scummy roommate more

w/c: 2.6k warning/s: cheating (it should be expected at this point im sorry lmao), oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), cucking (kinda? sigh lmao), lmk if i missed any! notes: i wrote most of this in a horny haze im so sorry i love cheating fics RAHHHH inspo/acknowledgements: brought ab in texts with my lover @cottoncalicoes and beta'd by the one the only @gh0stsaviour THANK UUUUUU

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"den…" your head rolls back into the pillows, the fluffy material dipping around your head to muffle your voice as your boyfriend dives onto your exposed throat the second your soft skin catches in the low light streaming through the open window, a shaking hand tugging at his blond hair as you tried to flee from the intoxicating call of his lips and tongue on your hot skin.

"denki, den, wait," he whines against your throat, your name just a garbled mess on his lips, long fingers still exploring the searing skin beneath the hem of your shirt. neither one of you daring to tug the garment higher, to remove his lips from you for long enough to raise it over your head, even that short moment too long to keep his lips from your skin.

"wait, not yet."

your boyfriend whines again, the sound cracking low in his throat. his cock is hard against your hip — he was already half-hard the moment he laid you down atop the sheets and pressed his lips chastely to yours (probably hard since the second you asked to come over tonight). the molten gold of his iris is only a sliver after an hour of making out and over-the-pants groping, his fingers brushing over the cups of your bra once before you'd breathed his name.

denki nearly came in his pants hearing it: rutting his hips against your thigh more the longer his lips were pressed to yours, groaning the more the taste of your tongue invaded his senses, the faster your heart raced beneath him, the heavier you breathed, every minute movement of your hips getting him closer, closer, closer— pulling away from your addictive tongue, he pants, "you're right, i know, baby, soon."

your eyelids flutter closed again when the heat of his skin trails down your stomach, your hips jumping when his pinky dips beneath the waistband of your pants. grasping his wrist, you stare up at him with iris's as stormy as his, a lovesick smile on your lips, "baby, we have to stop."

your voice is barely above a church mouse's whisper, amber eyes lazily tracking you when you tilt your head, peppering sweet kisses against the sharp curve of his jaw. you tug his hand into yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he nods, sucking in a deep breath, attempting to clear the fog clinging in each dip and wrinkle of his brain, a large hand running through his hair and over his face finally clearing the last of the haze.

"you're right," he repeats, breathless, nodding even as he covers you with his body again, pursing his lips to press another kiss to your mouth.

"i mean it, kami." your giggle echoes around the cramped bedroom when you dodge his kiss, straightening in the bed with a stretch, wiggling out from beneath your stubborn lover. despite the distance you gain moving further into the pillows and away from the edge he'd laid you on, the more intoxicating the scent of his shampoo and cologne surrounded you, "i'll go get the couch set up."

"what? no, i'll sleep out there." denki seems offended at your offer to take the couch, leaping from the bed to shield you from the door, the tent in his pants forgotten (momentarily) in place of forbidding you from staying the night in his living room.

"you take the bed, i need to shower and take care of… something," clearing his throat, his hands fall from the door frame to hurriedly search for his towel. biting your lip, you nod, glancing down at the growing bulge in the front of his pants with a surge of heat staring at him — flushed and high-strung.

you shuffle toward the end of his bed, pressing a final, sensual kiss to his kiss-chapped lips, smiling into it when he groans, "i love you, thanks for waiting."

you press a final chaste kiss to his cheek, a sweet smile planted on your lips when he nods, "of course, i love you."

with a blush spreading from his chest to his cheeks, he makes his leave; not tearing his eyes off you as he throws his prized pikachu towel over his shoulder (one of your first gifts for him), and his sweatpants in his hand. electric amber eyes disappearing from your frame only when he turns left down the hall to the shower.

your boyfriend's door swings open as soon as it had swung closed, "i can't believe he's still buying that shit."

shinso's voice is raspy when he kicks the door closed behind him, his phone in his hand and a bored look on his face as he reads the texts, typing back an encouraging response absentmindedly.

→ i think it'll happen soon, man → she wants me so bad, i think i'll take her out next weekend → are rose petals too cliche? → what about candles?

"you see the shit he sends me? thinks the way into your cunt is with roses and candles," he still hasn't met your gaze, clicking the lock on the back of the door.

his eyes finally meet yours under the dim moonlight, amethyst eyes shining brightly in the darkness as he steps closer, like a cats stalking a mouse in the night, "doesn't he know by now the only way in your pants isn't by being the perfect, doting boyfriend?"

staring you down, you feel like a defenceless mouse, tail caught in a trap when he speaks up again, "it's by being his best friend."

"we've gotta stop this, 'toshi."

the grin on his face can only be described as evil when he stalks closer to you, dark sweatpants hanging low on his hips, muscles all on display in a path down beneath the waistband.

dark hair a trail down to his cock — hard and leaking since you got here early in the evening, when you spared him the first glance with lust-filled eyes, knowing exactly how the night would end; your cunt filled with his cum while your sweet boyfriend's was washed down the drain of the shower, with you promising hitoshi this would be the last time.

shinso doesn't waste any more time, pulling you by your ankles toward the end of the bed with ease, his fingers at the button on your waistband before his lips were on yours, painted fingertips tugging your zipper down just enough to stroke your clothed pussy, sucking your tongue when you let out the most delectable moan against his mouth, the sound more a desperate whine than anything.

"oh, baby, you're already soaked. this all for me or him?" you don't respond, can't respond with how his fingertips press against your clit, achy since you got here, since your eyes slipped shut, fantasising about shinso's lips when denki laid you back first.

tugging insatiably at your pants to toy with your pussy through your panties, the tip of his fingers pressing into your weeping hole through the fabric. hitoshi grins, he doesn't really care for your answer, if you were this sensitive from the idea of him or his best friends touches, he only cares for being the only one to sink into you, to feel you clench and shudder around his cock, for the way his questions make you writhe.

your head lolls, tipping backward onto denki's pillow, the scent of his shampoo filling your nostrils and mouth when you moaned into the fabric, "mmh, that was all for me, though, wasn't it?"

"toshi," your voice breaks spitting out his name, the sound of your needy voice silenced by the sound of the shower turning on in the bathroom beside the bedroom, your boyfriend oblivious to what was happening in his bedroom mere feet away between you the moment you're out of his sight.

"oh, now's your chance, baby, he can't hear you really begging for me." he peels your panties down your hips, only enough to expose your pretty pussy entirely to his fingers, and more importantly, to his tongue.

he wastes no time, slotting himself between your thighs, pressing his nose to your public bone, his tongue dragging over your skin before pressing the pointed tip to your aching clit, his lips parting to kiss your cunt like your boyfriend made out with you only moments earlier. and oh, how sweet your moans taste hanging in the air when he knows he's the only one to draw them out of you.

his nose bumps against your clit, eliciting another low whine from you. he smiles against your tacky skin, dipping his tongue into your cunt to taste your slick, greedily swallowing down your cum, the deep purple of his eyes turning to white, rolling into his skull at your taste.

everything about you overwhelmed his senses; your taste, your sounds, the way you arched for him, it all made him want to take his time, to tease and torment you until you were just a puddle of cum and tears.

unfortunately, he was on a time limit.

you squeal when shinso sucks particularly hard at your clit, his tongue dragging up to catch the slick steadily leaking from your pussy—"you okay, babe?"

you think time slows, every millisecond like an eternity until it stopped, until you stopped, your breath caught in your chest. the scene freezes — your thighs wrapped around shinso's shoulders, his lips and chin shining with your wetness, dripping down from his jaw to your boyfriends sheets. the doorknob wiggles, the lock catching, trapping it in the door frame as your boyfriend worried on the other side.

both you and shinso hadn't even heard the shower turn off, too preoccupied by the sensation of his tongue lapping at your pussy like a man starved.

denki's weight shifts, shadow obstructing the warm light from entering the gap beneath the door, leaving you both swathed in a dim, silver glow. even with most of the light blocked from the room, shinso can see the panic glowing in your eyes, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to think of something —anything— to say back to him.

shinso is the first to break, ducking his head even as you stay stuck. he can't help himself, poking his tongue out to catch the slick leaking from your cunt, only pressing harder into you when you try to escape his hold, to clear your mind, plan how to sneak shinso back out of denki's room.

"answer him, babe." hitoshi's voice is hushed, his breath fanning against your tacky skin, gaze dropping from your face to your pretty cunt, admiring how, despite your mind racing, your hips still rose with his movement, chasing after his mouth.

the doorknob rattles again, kaminari's voice louder when he calls your name, you can picture his eyebrows pulling together, an expression of concern carving two deep lines into his forehead; the same lines between your brows now, your eyes squeezed shut, your lip clamped between your teeth with your attempt to stay quiet, to think.

"i'm—ah," you squeal, too slow to muffle the sound of it, or hitoshi's finger sinking into you with a lewd, wet sound, your head too full of fog to think of anything while your hips rise and fall in a quick tempo, selfishly chasing your high while denki waited patiently for your answer, "fuck, i'm gonna cum, baby."

you don't think about your words, glad at least it wasn't shinso's name on the tip of your tongue, even as his ring finger twists inside your cunt, hooking upwards to make you gasp and squeal more, gripping his hair as your eyes go glassy, "you're touching yourself?"

"mhm, thinking of your fingers instead of mine, baby, thinking how good you'll feel fucking me."

shinso muffles a wicked chuckle against your clit, sucking and lapping at your skin while fucking his fingers deeper into you, where you're never able to reach on your own. and where you'd never allowed your precious boyfriend.

your lover in question shudders on the other side of the door, fruitlessly trying to twist the knob over and over again, desperate to see you, to touch you, to kiss you.

"please, let me see, baby, please," he sounds pathetic, needy, desperate to see your cunt drool around your fingers, to watch your cum drip down to the curve of your ass, to watch your thighs get stickier thinking of him. his voice cracks on the pet name as he presses himself into the door, like he'll be able to see you through the hard veneer if he tries hard enough, "i won't touch you, not until you're ready, please, i just wanna watch you cum."

"no-o!" you answer a little too quickly, a long drawn out whine both at your boyfriends begging, and the dark-haired man slowly dragging his fingers out of your cunt, pulling back from you, his thumb nonchalantly circling over your clit, making you jolt and leak more onto your boyfriends sheets. simultaneously, his spare hand tugs the waistband of his sweatpants down, inching his hand below the fabric to palm his hard cock, each movement deliberate to silence the sound of his jewellery.

"i-i won't be able to control myself, den," your eyes are glued on the v-shaped line, a path directly to hitoshi's thick cock, dusted with dark hair, his cock head nearly dripping with as much slick as you after finger-fucking your pretty pussy with his best friend right outside your door, after eating your cunt in his bed. your poor, clueless boyfriend no idea the cuck he truly was.

"if you came in," your eyelids flutter at the sensation of hitoshi's body heat moving between your thighs, settling your limbs further apart until he can slot between them, a large hand jerking his cock, rubbing the tip against your clit just to watch you struggle to speak, "if i saw you right now, baby, i'd beg you for your cock. i wouldn't be able to stop."

your boyfriend whines in response, his shadow shifting frantically as he repositioned,leaning his still-wet forehead on the door, pressing himself into the veneer to hear you better — hitoshi is half surprised he's not gotten onto his knees, his ear at the keyhole to listen to your sweet squeals clearly. palming his cock over the towel still tucked tightly around his hips, he keeps electric amber eyes locked on his roommates latched door, grateful for one for shinso's adoration of loud horror movies, his heart swelling knowing he's the only one to hear you like this, to hear his girl as she touches herself thinking about him.

"wanna tell him how good i feel?" hitoshi's voice is low, his lips beneath your ear as he spoke, soft enough for only you to hear, especially with the way he had you moaning, writhing impatiently beneath the muscular man, your hand gripping his forearm as he leaned beside your head.

hitoshi hisses, sinking into you inch by inch, his hair falling into his face to hide the smug glint in his eyes, shining brighter when you bite your lip to hold in the moan he knows he can pull from you, the noises you make any time you're alone with him, between bouncing on his cock and scolding him, between choking down his cum and threatening to block his number. beneath every 'we have to stop' muffled by his hand was your undeniable need for the man. more importantly, your want. your want for your perfect boyfriends incredibly flawed best friend.

"least you can do isn't it?" he's precise, painfully slow as he pulls back out of your tight cunt, waiting for your jaw to drop to sink back into you, to force you to choke out a moan that has kaminari's eyes widening, worried you'll alert his room-mate down the hall of what's going on, "go on, let the poor guy hear you cum for me."

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[coyotecares]

tryin to care less and just draw more

[theloveinc]

Okay but like.... just HOW hansy is Monoma when it comes to Shinsou's girl tho?

OH man, way more handsy than anyone would really like, which gets made worse by the fact that not even Shinso is as gung-ho about touching you in public as his stupid, blonde friend.

The worst part, though: Shinso is SO dumb about it (at least, at first). He knows Monoma is quite the acquired taste for some people, but... he's gotten so used to the weird antics of being his friend that he kind of just... knows/assumes Monoma isn't actually going to steal you away/do anything that creepy to you... not realizing... he is already THAT creepy.

Monoma's "touchy" isn't the kind of gentle or flirty touching that Denki sometimes paws at you with (holding your waist when Shinso's gone to get you all drinks at the bar, if only to keep you safe, or kissing your knuckles when he jokes he wants the kind of relationship you two have--the kind of thing Shinso does keep a watchful eye on, that charismatic dumbass), no... Monoma touches you roughly, a little bit like a piece of meat, or communal goods Shinso has little interest in keeping to himself.

WHICH ISN'T TRUE AT ALL!!! And all things considered, he is well meaning? If someone who jokingly smacks your butt can be well meaning in the first place.

You just kinda have to be the one to bring it up to Shinso that... Monoma doesn't seem to get that you're not his? </3 ... and isn't just being a friend and celebrating your relationship... but rather being a little, okay, QUITE demeaning.

(Probably because... on one hand he's really happy Shinso finally scored you after 20 years of staring at the back of your head when you weren't looking, but on another, doesn't realize... being friendly with Shinso doesn't make him friendly enough with you to wrap his arm around your neck the way he does, or drag you places by the hand the way he does, or whistle when you arrive wearing the cutest outfit THE WAY HE DOES...)

Which is why I see it going one of two ways:

The first, Shinso happily gives Monoma a fat black eye which the blonde accepts rather graciously for being such a headass in regards to you...

The second, Shinso somehow manages to get Monoma in the bedroom with the both of you.... and he ends up being forced to watch you both as punishment😖☺️