#shinsou hitoshi x oc

[the-cactae]

A Cozy Cloud

10. Big Boy Decisions🌳 1/2

(Mild manga spoilers)

Hiii! I’m back with Cozy Cloud!! This part is huge one, the continuation is right HERE!

Hope you like it 🎀

[with-my-calamitous-love]

HOW CAN I SNOOZE AND MISS THE MOMENT?

hitoshi shinso x reader

some more boyfriend/relationship thoughts, for his birthday!

inspired by snooze

hitoshi shinso, who knows how to repair bikes. if you have a young sibling who keeps getting into accidents, he’ll patch it all up for them- trying to win those boyfriend points to impress you. he secretly likes when you dote on him for not wearing a helmet, but it ruins the hair he knows you love.

hitoshi shinso, who will gladly stay up all night with you finishing that project you put off. he laughs when you realize why they gave you 3 weeks to complete it. he’ll sit on your bed, on his phone, showing you dumb tiktoks every now and then. when he senses your overworking yourself, he’ll lazily drag you to bed before giving you a kiss on the head. in the morning, you’re blessed to find out he’s finished it for you.

hitoshi shinso, who didn’t really care for books until you introduced him to some of your favourites. now, its his favourite activity to do in his rare downtime. he’ll snuggle up with you, probably his 4th cup of hot coffee on the table, and read through one of the books you’ve recommended. even into the wee hours on the night, hair disheveled and the bags under his eyes pronounced, he’ll stay up reading at least one more chapter. and he does it because he adores the way your eyes light up when you two have something fresh to talk about.

hitoshi shinso, who rarely ever sleeps, but knows you can’t without him. at the very least you need him over the phone. he’ll stay up, playing video games with kaminari, reading a good book or studying, while your presence is there next to him. little do you know, its as much of a need for him as it is for you- he’s gotten used to your soft snores and your warm presence on his bedsheets. he may never get a full 8 hours, but just being with you recharges him enough for the day.

hitoshi shinso, who is a gentleman at heart. zipping up your dresses, always practicing the sidewalk rule, has the deepest morning voice, always gives you his coat, sleeps on the edge of the bed, opens every door for you, spoils you rotten, back hugs you, the utmost respect to your parents, who stares up at you with lazy, tired eyes as you press the snooze button for him, granting the two of you just 5 more minutes of bliss. <3

[real-hot-grl-shi]

y'all srsly need to stop slandering my man (monoma) fr like he is not a egotistical asshole who only loves himself and that's it he literally glazes class 1-B. not himself. name one time that he said that he was better than class b. I dare you. he has a inferiority complex and It shows pretty clearly, but y'all just hate him bc he doesn't like class 1-A??? LIKE THATS THE ONLY REASON WHY YALL NGAS HATE HIM 💀

hes good with kids (eri), he knows when to chill out, and he doesn't really even cause any harm to class 1-A outside of season 5 when they were training!! like y'all really need to chill out. Hori literally said in his character sheet that it wasn't 'Noma's fault. LIKE?? like he cannonly got along with mina and ochako in one of the official arts- LIKE YALL CHILL OUT. 

and to some of y'all ngas saying that he ugly- bro. sorry that he looks normal and his hair aint cray cray??? like not everyone needs to look wack or abnormal in a anime. 

(its literally cannon that hes a pretty boy, and he is. ive been thinking dat shi the first time I saw him 🙄)

like if you didnt know anything about the character, mha, or anime in fact, would you look at this nga:

and say "EW HE LOOKS SO UGLY??????///" no 💀 you wouldn't. bc you know ppl that look like him in the world exist and walk on the streets. 🤷🏾‍♀️

y'all really need to stop slandering my man bc if it wasn't for him the hero would've lost. 🙇🏾‍♀️anyway monoma edit bc MY MAN MY MAN MY MANNN!!!!

also this too

BC YALL REALLY NEED TO BE HEARING DIS SHI FR.

[mintsbubbletea]

𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨 - 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐃'𝐬

Word Count: 773

Contains:teasing, sparring, flashing, boobies

Proof read and Edited

A/N: @slayfics Since you're going through shit I decided to write the fics I promise hehehe muah also for the other readers you may just plug yourself in.

slays oc

As the school day slowly passed, the students of class 1-A were hard at work training. Each student was paired with a partner, their hero costumes on and sweat dripping from their brows as they sparred and practiced their quirks. Kansa and Shinso stood across from each other, both breathing heavily after finishing their sparring session. With a soft pant, Kansa caught the water bottle that Shinso tossed her way. She took a deep drink, relishing the coolness that quenched her thirst. "You're still taking it easy on me," she chuckled, wiping beads of sweat from her forehead. 

Shinso opened his own water bottle and took a long sip before shaking his head adamantly. "I'm not holding back. I'm fighting just as I would with anyone else." He took another swig of water before continuing, "You're just getting better every day." 

Kansa scoffed playfully, setting her water bottle down. "Yeah right," she retorted. "You expect me to believe that I beat you fair and square in each round?"

Shinso shrugged nonchalantly, taking another sip of his drink. But Kansa wasn't satisfied. With a soft smirk, she spoke up again, making her true thoughts known. "I still don't trust you. Maybe you're just weak," she taunted. Shinso's eyebrow raised in response, knowing full well that she was just trying to get under his skin. "I'm not weak," he said firmly, setting down his bottle as Kansa stepped closer to him.

But Kansa's smirk only grew wider, her finger jabbing at Shinso's chest as she continued to provoke him. "Like hell, you aren't. You're weak, just admit it." Her words were like daggers, piercing through his armor and chipping away at his composure.

Determined not to back down, Shinso tightened his grip on her wrist when she poked at him once more. "Do you want me to prove that I'm not? Is that what you want?" His voice was low and dangerous, his eyes glinting with an intensity that mirrored the fire behind them.

Their standoff continued, each one refusing to give in to the other's will. In that moment, it seemed as if anything could happen between these two volatile individuals.

"Yeah, that's what I've been trying to tell you this whole time," she said with exasperation. Her eyes narrowed as she spoke, determined to make him understand her point. Kansa's muscles tensed as she shifted into her fighting stance, her feet planted firmly on the ground. Shinso mirrored her movements, his eyes never leaving hers.

They began sparring, fists and feet flying through the air as they dodged and countered each other's attacks. Kansa whipped out her weapon, a long, thin whip that crackled through the air. But Shinso was too quick for her, easily evading her strikes. He let out a low chuckle as he effortlessly maneuvered around her.

In a split second, he was behind her, his strong arms wrapping around her torso in a firm hold. Kansa grunted as she struggled against his grasp, trying to break free. She elbowed him in the ribs, but as she did so, the laces on her top came undone. With a loud ripping sound, her top burst open, revealing her bare chest.

Kansa gasped in shock and quickly covered herself with one arm while using the other to try and fix her top. Shinso's gaze turned downwards to see what had caused her reaction. His eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected sight before him.

His cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as he hastily released her, his hands flying away from her chest. Kansa quickly crossed her arms over her exposed skin, a loud, uninhibited laugh escaping her lips. "Shit, I'm so sorry," he stammered, his voice tinged with panic as he reached for the scarf around his neck. He carefully wrapped it around her body, making sure not to look as he covered her up. Kansa shook her head, smiling mischievously as she adjusted the scarf. "If you wanted to see my tits, all you had to do was ask. I wouldn't have minded," she teased, locking eyes with the embarrassed Shinso who couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze. "You didn't have to rip my top like that." She gestured towards the torn fabric peeking out from under the scarf.

The words tumbled out of his mouth in a flustered jumble, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "No! That's not what-" he attempted to say, but she cut him off with a playful smile, struggling to contain her laughter.

"Joking," she finally managed to say, still grinning mischievously. "But hey, thanks for the scarf."

"It's the least I can do," 

tags: @slayfics @tootiecakes234 @just-a-hopeless-romantic @ayunakatsukiwolfhashira Lmk if you wanna be added 🐸

[hersaladdeer]

Hello! I am hersaladdeer, a 30something NB currently accepting requests for MHA prompts.

I currently have one completed series, but I'm sure more will be added over time. Feel free to drop me a line, a request, or just to say hi.

The Occult - An Ongoing prohero Hitoshi x f!OC fanfic.

NSFW chapters marked with 🍆

Chapter One: Mourning Chapter Two: The Occult Chapter Three: Downpour Chapter Four: Cribbage Chapter Five: Honesty Chapter Six: The Other 🍆 Chapter Seven: The Boundaries Chapter Eight: Earning🍆 Chapter Nine: Priestess Chapter Ten: Fear 🍆 Chapter Eleven: Alternative Chapter Twelve: Fear, part II Chapter Thirteen: Rebuilding 🍆 Chapter Fourteen: Vessel Chapter Fifteen: Selfish Chapter Sixteen: Breathe 🍆 Chapter Seventeen: Goddess Chapter Eighteen: Doors Chapter Nineteen: Dance Chapter Twenty: Intersection Chapter Twenty One: Temporary Chapter Twenty Two: Egg Chapter Twenty Three: Marking 🍆 Chapter Twenty Four: Grave Chapter Twenty Five: Elders Chapter Twenty Six: Energy Chapter Twenty Seven: Pieces 🍆

The C series - A completed prohero Shoji's x female OC fic chapter navigation.

NSFW chapters marked with 🍆

Chapter 1: A Clean Slate

Chapter 2: Concussion

Chapter 3: Collision 🍆

Chapter 4: Choose

Chapter 5: Considerate

Chapter 6: Connection 🍆

Chapter 7: Coaxing

Chapter 8: Courtship 🍆

Chapter 9: Conspiring

Chapter 10: Comfort Chapter 10B: Interlude

Chapter 11: Condemnation

Chapter 12: Critical

Chapter 13: Cold

Chapter 14: Care 🍆

MHA Oneshots

Dress Code - A Best Jeanist x f!OC oneshot

[seraphicloves]

Fingers grazed the screen, caressing his face gently. He was talking to the news about a recent save, the bright colors of the tv lighting up the otherwise darkened room.

"Oh, my love." She cooed, kissing his lips when they do a close up towards him, "Soon you will be mine."

The video shut off, leaving her in complete darkness. She sighed quietly, dropping her phone down on her bed. Then she stood, tracing her lips as though she could pretend they were his.

There in front of her was a beautiful shrine for her darling. She knelt in front of it, admiring the pictures that were there of him. Her eyes fell forward to the single strand of purple hair she had been able to snatch, one night while he eas sleeping soundly. (One of the few times she has noticed him sleeping.)

"I love you, Shinsou." She breathed, her heart already starting to race and heat begin to pool between her legs. He would be hers, to touch and to hold. To kiss and to love. He would be hers.

lori © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything weird with my writing! i like reblogs and comments but please be kind as this was my writing.

[skymar13]

Master list

All my links are messed up

All characters aged up

Multi character

Bakusquad

-Back to school with the bakusquad - https://

-Baku squad reacting to you dying in battle - https

-Breaking up with the bakusquad- https

-Bakusquad being jealous- https

-opposites attract the bakusquad- https

Deku squad

Back to school with the deku squad - https:

Lov

Pros

All characters

Helping 1A student with post war effects - https

Period troubles - https

“I can’t live without you” Tw: character suicide and reader death. - https

Blondes - https

“Just the tip?” - https

Sweet pussy dinner - https

If the world was ending - https

Character specific

Bakugo katsuki -

Class hothead x class sweetheart - https

It’s way too much - https

Pink promise- https

Too little too late -https

Izuku midoriya -

Big number 1 - https

Kirishima eijirou -

The gentle hero - https

The manly hero - https

Denki kaminari -

Secret freak - https

No longer a virgin - https

Hanta sero -

Tenya iida -

Shoto todoroki -

Shota Aizawa -

it’s going to be okay - https

Hitoshi shinsou -

Tokoyami Fumikage -

Neito monoma -

Neito monoma - https

Mic -

Hawks- Mr bossman- https

All might -

Dabi -

Shigaraki -

Mr.compress -

Mina ashido -

When you wake up next to him -https

Kyoka jirou -

Secret freak - https

Ochaco Ururaka -

Momo Yaoyorozu -

Tsuyu asui -

Tooru hagakure -

Himiko toga -

Mirko -

Mt lady -

Star and stripes -

Midnight -

Mei hatsume -

Kendo itsuka -

What I won’t write

Rape / non con

Adult x minor

Incest

Beastiality

Murder or anything of the sorts

Requests : open✅

[arbiterofsecrets]

we finished our banquet around 2 days ago <3

this is a lil drabble of what i think the characters after the text did with you/your oc during prom (inspired heavily by me and my gf's moments during the banquet)

warning(s): tooth rotting fluff, words, a lot of 'em, reader x character, oc x character, not edited, i did this at 1AM, CHARACTERS ARE BELOW THE LAST DIVIDER

panic sets in at the thought of your partner not being able to make it in time for the entrance. that's when they walk in the lobby with the biggest dorkiest smile, their steps light and swift. their goal was to get to you first, to ease the panic that they knew has wafted throughout your body, through your hand that has been relentlessly checking your phone that's expecting a message from them, and through your anxious tapping foot.

you scold them lightly for arriving at such a time, and they could only chuckle and smile while apologizing. it took no effort to forgive them, of course. not when they looked splendid. their clothing perfectly tailored onto them. it didn't matter if they rented, had it adjusted, or made it themselves. they looked wonderful, they stole the lingering stares, just like they stole yours. they held your hand, theirs warm and comforting your cold, numb one.

-

here comes the cotillion. you two dance with practiced steps along with your other partnered friends and batchmates. funny how you gaze at each other with knowing smiles, yet turn to face opposite directions out of the fluttering feeling lingering in both your chests. there were a few wrinkled steps that could have been executed better, but you were both having fun nonetheless.

-

the floor was free to dance for couples of both the juniors and seniors. your batch specifically announcing the songs, and encouraging anyone and everyone to reach the dance floor with a partner.

with newfound confidence, you stand up. your hand reached out to your partner, a soft toothy grin plastered on your face. as if expected, they grab your hand with firm assurance and haste.

your acquainted batchmates and familiar friends of your relationship woo's and wow's were heard and echoed throughout the banquet hall. the teachers only smirk at the nearby table with a, "i knew it" face.

your arm wrapped around them, their's around yours. you both hug each other's body. the coldness of the air conditioning slowly fading with the ribboning warmth circling around your bodies. each step made was simple as you turn and swirl. the monitor in the middle of the hall taking a favorite in you two as whoever is handling the camera keeps switching to you both every other second.

the music seeps into both your ears, the familiar native language turns into honey as you hear the words that you start to quietly sing to the sweetheart view in front of you. the lyrics of the want and need to dance with your partner slowly, and even until the music stops, you would sing acapella into their ear.

-

at the time of rest, you hold each other's hands. laughing and smiling—the glimmer in the eyes of you two viewed by outsiders are like strips of the milky way painting itself in. as the others look at you both, you only see each other.

-

with each love song that plays, another dance is ignited between you two. as a promise was kept the first night you two had confessed, "every love song is a confession from me to you."

character(s): shoto todoroki, izuku midoriya, eijirou kirishima, yaoyorozu momo, hanta sero, hitoshi shinsou—bnha; yuuji itadori, yuuta okkotsu—jjk; sal fisher—sally face; miles morales, gwen stacy, pavitr prabhakar—atsv; koshi sugawara, atsumu miya—hq

[nessthaniel]

a distant admirer

[cielob03]

Art from August 2024. [Art Trade- Hitoshi Shinso x Kin Yue // Eddy G [OC].

Here I bring you AT [Art Trade] number #13! This time we have a cute sleeping couple, coming from Boku no Hīrō Akademia/ My Hero Academia! x3 💙

Even heroes need a break from time to time, and what better than being asleep next to a beautiful lady with hair as beautiful and curly as hers? x3 It's obvious that these lovebirds enjoy their alone time, so nobody wake them up, please!

I really enjoyed drawing this girl, her design is so cute! And for some strange reason, I loved her sleeping face, it looks so cute to me! x3 … A few more hours and there will be a drool stain on the boy's shirt, I know it and you know it (???

AT requested on facebook. This beautiful heroic girl is called Kin Yue and belongs to Eddy Gogo, Please go and give your love~ 😘

✨💙 I hope you like it! :3 💙✨

Eddy Gogo Social Networks: 💟Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/egp_bkd

[soniarten]

Hiiii it’s been a whiiiiiiiiiiileeeee!!!

I had a burn out bc of work and gave up on drawinv but then boom with a lot of rest I got better :))) I really got into Mha again so I started to redraw again it felt good lol and know I do a lot oh mha x OC things !!

[the-cactae]

A Cozy Cloud☁️

04. Home, at last🏡

😊😊 it brings me so much joy to show you this comic, I have no idea why haven’t I done that earlier!

Well, Tenko is at his forever home from now on! Story obviously continues 🥰

[with-my-calamitous-love]

I DONT LIKE ANYONE EXCEPT SOMETIMES YOU

shinso x reader

thoughts about how shinso would act in a relationship. same premise as the kirishima ver.

inspired by backburner

hitoshi shinso, who’s facetimes with you always run late into the night. you ramble on about your day while he hums in response, knowing that you know he’s not the talkative type. he never asks “how was your day?” he always says “tell me about your day.” because he really, truly wants to hear about your day. you could have cured a disease or simply just gotten out of bed, and he’d still want to hear every single detail simply because its from you.

hitoshi shinso, who loves to cook. only you're aware of it, because he doesn't always like sharing personal details with others, but you never complained- it just means more for you. you're always the first person that gets to try his food, though he claims you're not a very good critic. but you can't help it, everything he makes tastes so good. and with every compliment you shower him in, he'll hit you with a 'yeah, yeah, whatever.' and then next moment, make you more so you can always stay fed during long days at UA and long hours during hero-training. its his silent way of telling you he loves you.

hitoshi shinso, whose cats love you more than they love him. he has three triplets, a black british short hair, a siamese, and a grey ragdoll- pepper, lexi, and mustache- he absolutely hates the last name, but he had just adopted the kitten and you named it for its white streak right below its nose. he'll deny it forever, but he gets pouty and huffs in annoyance whenever he sees the cats run to you, even after he's fed and taken care of them for all of their lives. but he also cant deny the way his heart skips a beat whenever he seems them cuddled up with you on his bed, wearing one of his big t-shirts. it softens his heart in a way that nothing else does- your love fills his heart more strongly and more passionately than anything does.

hitoshi shinso, who is the closed-off, funny but quiet dickhead of his friend group. he's known for his out-of-pocket roasts at the right times and his nonchalant nature that contrasts with the loud, spunkiness of his multicolored-haired friends. but with you, he softens. the few times he's brought you along with him to movie night or training sessions, you've softened his heart enough for the love in him to seep out towards others as well. whenever you crack a joke, make someone else at the table smile, and draw laughs and happiness from their chests, a blush blooms across his cheeks. obviously, he fell for you, how could he not?

hitoshi shinso, who's favorite activity with you is your sunday-ritual. you'll wake up together, either in the same bed or over the phone, and bike down to the coast. you'll bug him about wearing a helmet, but he always complains that it ruins your hair. he'd never admit that its because he thinks you're absolutely adorable when you dote on him. afterwards he'll share a smoothie with you- he hates all the flavors except for mixed berry, which is the one he always insists on getting. he hates the the overpricing for what the product actually is, but loves the smile it puts on your face after a tiring bike-ride. and afterwards, you two will go back to either his of your place. his place if your parents aren't home, and his place when his parents are home, and binge watch a long t.v show of your choosing. he'll always complain that its stupid, poorly written or drawn out, but get pouty whenever you watch an episode without him. it's the one thing he looks forwards to at the end of a long week, drawn out with endless studies, training, and burnout. you're his safe place, and he needs it more than he'll admit.

hitoshi shinso, who somehow remembers every tiny detail about you. his mind works like gears, arranging formulas and deciphering codes, but the intellect of his mind makes you its priority. he remembers the way you pick your nails and cuticles when you have anxiety, and how placing his warm palm over yours soothes some of those thoughts. he remembers how prefer to tie your hair back during training but how you somehow always forget a hair tie- and he knows how you always give him a peck on his cheek once he shows off the one he's been keeping on his wrist for you. he remembers how you can't sleep without your nightly calls, and how he needs to hear your voice before he drifts of too- maybe more than you need it. he remembers the first day you met, the first thing he said to you, the first time he ever felt love for you. he remembers all of it and keeps it embedded in his heart. hitoshi shinso may seem like he hates everyone, but the one exception to that is you. and he'll remember that forever.

[m00n-elixir]

drew my favorite sillies on a date!! look at them go!! i love their dynamic <3

NOTE: before anyone assumes anything, Amakuda is NOT my self-insert, and i do NOT self-ship with Shinsou!! Amakuda is just one of my ocs and not one of my self-inserts!

[ozziethesillyrat]

The bimbos and the goths

[hersaladdeer]

Chapter 23: Marking 🍆

An ongoing ProHero Hitoshi x F!OC fanfic. A NSFW chapter.

"I guess I wasn't clear enough." He nipped lightly at her neck as Takara whined. She was rapidly losing her ability to articulate how badly she wanted to hear the words, the praise, from his lips. She couldn't tell him how close she was to her release, willing herself to hold out for the words.

"I could spend all day playing with you and your perfect fuck hole, Takara."

There was a clock in the basement where her nightmares began.

It's strange the details a brain will hold onto. Somewhere amongst the cluttered recollections of school classes and family dinners, there was the knowledge that there was a clock in the basement where Takara was locked in. The rhythmic tic-toc noise helped Takara stay calm for the first few seconds of darkness after the door was shut. Or maybe it was just her fight response taking a moment to kick in, her brain looking for anything to quell the panic that would inevitably overtake her.

Then the noise of the clock was drowned out by the sound of her heartbeat in her ears as adrenaline rushed through her veins. The radiating pain down the side of her hands made it impossible to focus on anything but the need to escape as she pounded on the door, only serving to further bruise her already damaged hands.

Takara found that she couldn't scream. Try as she might, Takara couldn't find her voice in this place. She knew that was wrong - she'd screamed her voice hoarse many times. But she couldn't dwell on it with danger lurking close by.

This time there was a horrible sense of knowing what existed in the space behind her - an unexplainable understanding that if she turned around she would see two green, emerald eyes slowly approaching from the dark. She knew it was a matter of seconds before she feel the vice like grip on her arm, and the sensation of her skin dissipating into nothingness would follow. She tried pounding harder but the door was unrelenting, refusing to open.

"Takara." The word held urgency, but no malice as it appeared from, behind her. Takara almost turned but found her fortitude, keeping her eyes trained ahead on the door. If she turned she might miss it cracking open. She felt something touch her hair and knew that the skeleton had made it up the stairs. Terror gripped her, the pounding in her ears suddenly slowing with the understanding that there was no escape. The world tilted beneath her as the winds of consciousness broke her free.

Hitoshi had awoken to Ash nuzzling his cheek with ferocity. The moment the kitten felt Hitoshi stir under his paws, he began licking Hitoshi's eyelids.

"I'm not dead, Ash." Hitoshi muttered with a smile, swatting the feline with a half-hearted hand. A small chirp let him know the kitten acknowledged his living status as Ash retreated, hopping off the bed to stretch on the floor. Hitoshi felt Takara's weight against him. As much bad luck Takara had with cooking, Kiyoko seemed to have a talent for it. The pair had been well fed and sent home with leftovers and a half-hearted eyeroll from Kiyoko as she pinched her granddaughters cheeks.

Apparently the cycling sleep schedule was something Takara was not accustomed to. Hitoshi had been able to stay awake without issue - in fact, he had finished most of a book while Takara had drifted to sleep. She had curled into his side after coming home from her grandmother's, her eyes heavy as she insisted she wasn't sleepy.

Hitoshi peered down at Takara through half closed eyes to see a furrowed brow, her hand balled into a fist while her body twitched lightly. Takara's breathing hitched, her lip quivering at an unperceivable fear. He watched closer - whatever dream she was having, she was not enjoying it. "Takara." He whispered as he stroked her hair, urging her to wake. A waft of guilt drifted by and he let it linger. He suspected she was dreaming of the skeletal figure, and that this would be one of many dreams that would haunt her. He'd had a few of his own after the battle with the sludge villain, the sensation of thick muck covering his body one that still occasionally woke him in the early hours.

He shifted under her, waking Takara with a jolt and a gasp. Her eyes filled with horror as she looked around the room to get her bearings. "Hey." Hitoshi ran a hand through her hair again, his voice soft as she came to understand where she was. Not trapped in the basement with a monster but safe in the arms of her Gargoyle.

The sky was beginning to lighten behind her, the warm morning glow painting her red locks in an amber light. "Do you want to talk about it?" Takara looked almost guilty as she idly stoked the now familiar scar along his chest, considering how much to share.

"It's the basement." She admitted after a moment, laying her head back down to listen to his heartbeat. Takara took comfort in the predictable noise and the warmth that accompanied it, forcing herself to draw in a deep breath as the dream floated back down into her unconsciousness. "But the skeleton was there, and then it touched me and I just....I didn't mean to wake you." Takara finished, her head heavy against him.

"You didn't. Ash did. He tried to eat my eyelids." Takara smiled as she looked up at the hero. "He's never done that to me." Hitoshi shrugged as he continued his idle strokes of her hair. "I probably move less, so he thought I died." Takara hummed in response, her eyes drifting closed before turning to look out the window. She was uncertain what time it was. They'd been abusing their sleep schedules lately and with her return to work imminent, Takara knew that she had to work on correcting that.

"We should go visit them. The bones. Maybe they're haunting me because you kicked their femur." Takara muttered as she moved to stand. Hitoshi felt the warmth the pair had accumulated dissipate with her as she exited the nest of blankets strewn across her bed.

"Today?" Hitoshi asked, confused by the muted insistence in her voice.

"I dreamt of it today, so I feel like today is the day we should visit. Do you know where they were buried?" Hitoshi was quickly realizing that Takara was determined to start the day, and that the rising sun marked beginning even if he wasn't ready to leave his cocoon yet.

"It's not like they're going anywhere." Hitoshi sat up, wrapping his arms around Takara's waist and dragging her back into the bed. The laughter that filled the room eased the guilt in his heart as her back settled against his chest. A cascade of red enveloped Hitoshi's senses as her hair fell over him.

"Weren't we supposed to test my oral skills?" The whisper in her ear was deeper with morning exhaustion, dripping with temptation as his hand snaked lower over the plain of her stomach. Hitoshi groaned as he toyed with the band of her panties, already eager to feel the wetness that lay beneath them.

"I don't think I'd count that as oral." Takara teased, pausing his hand. "Oh?" Hitoshi whispered back, pressing a kiss into her neck. The sensation of his morning stubble prickling her neck made her wonder what it would feel like between her legs. "You said my pronunciation was wrong, didn't you?" His hand slipped beneath the thin fabric, and Hitoshi felt himself grow harder as his fingertips grazed her sensitive nub. The move pulled a low moan from Takara, spurring Hitoshi on.

"Not no one." He felt Takara shake her head at the memory. He kept one arm around her waist , balancing her and keeping her pressed against his chest as Takara began moving against his hand, eager for more.

"So, what do you want me to say, Takara? Let's work on my pronunciation." Hitoshi suppressed the urge to rub himself against her, to feel those panties against his aching cock. "Do you want me to tell you how hard you make me?" He began to move his hand in slow circles, a sustained moan leaving Takara's lips as her head rolled back against his shoulder. Her hand moved upwards to tangle in his hair, the other entwining itself with his supporting hand. "No, I could just show you that, couldn't I?"

She could feel the vibrations of his voice against her back as she gently circled her hips, trying to tempt Hitoshi into giving her more. "Do you want me to tell you how all those fantasies I had about how good you'd feel wrapped around my cock didn't come close to the real thing?" Hitoshi's movements- the slow, lazy circles he had been drawing on her most sensitive part - increased their pace. He felt her squeeze his hand, a choked gasp escaping her. "Or maybe, you want me to tell you that you have the perfect little cunt." Takara shuttered. The lewd words he was whispering into her ear were setting her body alight with want. "How was the pronunciation? Or do you need me to say it again?"

"Again." Takara gasped immediately, and Hitoshi chuckled at the desperation invading her voice. His pace didn't falter as he whispered "You have the perfect little cunt to play with, Takara." Hitoshi switched to using his thumb to continue his ministration, slipping two fingers inside her. Takara gasped at the added sensation as her head rolled backwards in ecstasy. Hitoshi had known that Takara enjoyed dirty talk, but it had only been recently considered that his voice also spurred her on. "I can't wait to see what you taste like. But first-" Hitoshi set a steady pace with his fingers, the movements she and deep. Takara felt her back arch, the hand tangled in his hair pulling as her body began to tense. "You need to cum for me, doll."

Takara's moans had started flowing more freely from her lips as her hips moved against him. Hitoshi was painfully hard, choosing to ignore his own needs in favor of focusing on hers. Between Takara's moans, the feeling of her body writhing against his, and the knowledge that she was so wet for him Hitoshi was having a hard time suppressing the voice urging him to bury himself in her warm, dripping walls.

"Do you need me to say it again?" Hitoshi teased as her breathing became more haggard. "Y-yes." Hitoshi smirked at the absolute plea that flowed from her lips, the sustained whine making his cock twitch. "Cum for-"

"Not that. " The desperation in her voice briefly stumped Hitoshi, unsure of what she was looking for. His smirk grew wider as understanding hit him. "I guess I wasn't clear enough." He nipped lightly at her neck as Takara whined. She was rapidly losing her ability to articulate how badly she wanted to hear the words, the praise, from his lips. She couldn't tell him how close she was to her release, willing herself to hold out for the words.

"I could spend all day playing with you and your perfect fuck hole, Takara." The husky whisper next to her ear pushed Takara over the edge, her body shaking against him as sensation and bliss replaced her ability to think. She drifted through the waves of pleasure that his hand generated, Hitoshi's pace not faltering as she came undone. Her body stiffened and ground against him as she rode through her orgasm.

"Fuck, Toshi-" Hitoshi gently pulled Takara off of him, sliding her down as he moved to sit between her legs. Her face was flushed, her freckled face painted in a satisfied smile. "You don't need-"

"I said I want to taste you." Hitoshi said, his eyes burning with lust as he tossed her panties aside. "Unless you don't want me to." Takara shook her head. It took him a moment to make sense of her body language as she reached down between her legs, covering herself as she looked up at him in embarrassment. "I-I just feel a little exposed." Takara confessed with a shy smile. Hitoshi leaned over, bringing his lips to hers. Her hands snaked around his back as her modesty dissipated. She relaxed into the passion and absolute desire burning behind his kiss. She could feel the smirk on his face before she saw it, satisfied with how responsive she was to his touch.

"I told you, your pussy is perfect." Hitoshi nudged his nose against her cheek. "Let me show you how perfect it is. Let me taste you." Takara nodded, her self consciousness lowering it's head as Hitoshi did. He trailed gentle kisses down her neck, his palms finding her breasts and kneading, gently teasing her nipples with his fingertips. His calloused palms against her soft, sensitive flesh had her moaning, pleading with him for more. Takara found herself once again tangling her hands through his hair, the feeling becoming more familiar with the passing days.

His head dipped lower as he left a trail of kisses down her stomach. Hitoshi's hands followed, wrapping themselves around the back of her thighs, spreading her wide as he found himself level with her wet core. Takara looked down at him, his eyes briefly flickering to her center. He smiled before returning his attention to her. "Perfect." Hitoshi said simply, grinning before giving her a long, slow lick with a flattened tongue. He groaned at the taste of her on his lips, her scent shooting an ache to his cock. "You taste as good as you look." Hitoshi whispered before using his hands to pull her closer, burying his face into her slit. He sucked her bud gently, using his tongue to apply just enough pressure to clit have Takara throw her head back. She knew she was pulling his hair, pulling him deeper, but couldn't stop herself.

He felt Takara's hips moving slightly before pausing as a shaky gasp escaped her lips. He pulled his mouth away briefly to tell her "Grind my face - I want to smell you on me for weeks." Takara discovered she had been correct - the stubble on his face sent tingles down her legs as he resumed his lapping at her. "Please, more, your hand-" She was begging through her babbling, unsure if he would understand before Hitoshi returned his fingers inside her.

"Fuck, I'm going to fill you up after this." Hitoshi whispered against her slit as he moved back slightly, focusing his attention on his pumping fingers. She was desperately chasing the sensation of him - his stubble, his tongue, his hands - and he couldn't help the ego stroke it provided. Takara was begging for him. "You wrap around me like a glove. I want to bury my face, my cock- fuck Takara -" Takara felt herself shake, her muscles tightening outside her control. She knew Hitoshi was saying something but white noise filled her ears as she felt herself clench around his fingers, spasming around him. She felt a sudden spirt of liquid-

"Oh, Goddess, fuck-" Takara felt the white noise suddenly fade away from her ears like pulling out a pair of earplugs. She didn't squirt often, and she had a few bad experiences of freaking people out with the sudden rush of liquid. Takara felt disappointment at her body for doing it today despite how good it felt, hoping it wouldn't turn Hitoshi off of her. "I didn't mean to-"

"Don't you dare apologize." Hitoshi cut her off. "Had I known you could squirt, I would have done this sooner." Hitoshi growled, his rich, purple eyes filled with fire. "That was hot. I'm glad I got a front row seat." Hitoshi moved up her body, capturing her lips as he lined himself up with her entrance. Takara tasted herself on his tongue as they explored each other. Her own essence filling her mouth as she once again relaxed beneath his lust and reassurance. His morning stubble was damp with her slick, and Takara found herself wet from smelling herself on him.

"I'm not going to last long." Hitoshi whispered as he pushed inside her waiting entrance. He groaned at the sensation of her warmth, freshly swollen from her second orgasm, as he eased himself in inch by inch. Takara found herself once again lost for words - the stretch of him was delicious. She dragged her nails up his back, pausing halfway up as Takara internalized what she was doing. She'd been hesitant to leave marks on him before. It was an unclear line.

Perhaps another one of Hitoshi's partners wouldn't have appreciated the evidence of him having fun with someone else. Takara had known she didn't want to ask anything about any other people she suspected the hero was sleeping with. Truthfully, Takara had been too afraid to even have confirmation of her thoughts, instead simply deciding leaving any evidence of their time together was a bad idea and quietly training herself not to. It helped that she often played the submissive role, preventing herself from doing what she wanted to Hitoshi's body.

She felt herself approach a dangerous realization and pulled herself away, forced herself back to the present, back to Hitoshi as he sank into her oversensitive hole. As he bottomed out Takara found herself pulling him down for a kiss, one hand on his shoulder and the other on the back of his head. She wanted him closer.

Takara needed to feel that connection - that intangible pull that had made her open her window one rainy night. She found it in those brief moments. Somewhere between the desperate movements of their bodies as Hitoshi chased his own release, somewhere between the tangle of tongues tinged with her taste, somewhere between the final desperate thrusts before Hitoshi pulled out, his low moan absolute music to her ears, Takara rediscovered the thread between them she had tried to bury.

"Takara?" Hitoshi's voice pulled her from her overstimulated brain as he caught his breath. He brushed a sweat drenched lock of hair from her face, worry in his eyes as he caught his breath. "Where'd you go?" Takara hated that he'd understood how far she' had drifted into her own thoughts. She felt silly - Why was she looking for a way to hurt herself by unburying that tangled thread?

"I just..." Her voice trailed off. Takara wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer as she buried herself in his shoulders. She savored the feeling of being wrapped in his arms. It was safe, someplace she could easily sleep, where the weight of the world couldn't touch her. "I never left any marks on you before. I didn't think I should." Takara confessed, and Hitoshi understood what she meant as she dragged her hand down his back. "I didn't want to upset anyone else you were seeing." Takara wasn't sure why it hurt to explain, but she held him tighter in a desperate attempt to dull the ache the truth brought on. The marks she had left him with were incomplete and shallow. They clearly hadn't hurt him. But the act felt horribly forbidden, as though no one was supposed to know that she existed in his life.

Hitoshi felt it as she pulled him in, her explanation sounding more like a confession. He saw it for what it really was - a small crack in her walls. Takara was letting him in. She was showing him the ways she had kept herself safe, creating a distance between them with purpose. The unspoken rules she'd made to keep it clear in her mind that what they had wasn't real. To remind herself that Hitoshi wasn't something to her.

She was letting him know not only that the structure could be broken, but that she was breaking the rules that reinforced them herself.

Hitoshi closed his eyes, savoring the feeling as she clung to him. As he began to drift off he felt a little bit more hopeful that maybe - maybe - six months was enough time to show Takara that she was something to him.

"You're allowed to leave marks on me. You always were." Hitoshi whispered sleepily as he drifted off, satisfaction painting his voice. He felt Takara's grip loosen as she too felt the exhaustion pull her back into the world of rest.

I struggled for inspiration before this scene came to me at 2 in the morning, fully formed, and I had to draft it before I could sleep. Thanks for reading!

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