#shinsou: oh so youre CRAZY crazy
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Okay, I know it's probably a reach but imagine with me
Shinsou: What's 54 times 9?
Kaminari: I'm not really good at math...
Shinsou: Okay, how do you conjugate the word "have" in English?
Kaminari: I'm not really the person to ask...
Shinsou: Okay, then how many cones are in the human eye?
Kamimari: Uhm, a few?
Shinsou: Okay....how about this, if there's a guy who's five foot seven and 300 pounds, how many volts-
Kaminari: 74.
Shinsou:
Kaminari:
Shinsou:
Kaminari:
Kaminari: To immobilize.
Shinsou:
Shinsou: You're fucking crazy, oh my god
#shinsou: oh so youre CRAZY crazy#i just think itd be funny#bnha#mha#denki kaminari#hitoshi shinsou#shinkami
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MHA boys- headcannon response to hearing that youâre pregnant
all characters aged up!
fab-reader, message me if you want any-other character and or headcannon response!
âSurprise!â
Immediately glares at you thinking itâs a prank, you had conveniently âsurprisedâ him once he got home from late hero work with a box placed on your shared bed. After he opened it, he thought you were joking, before saying something like âyouâre crazyâ or âis this a jokeâ, but soon realized you were before for-reals when your expression changed. He IMMEDIATELY wrapped you in a hug saying that heâs so happy, before ending the conversation with a âare you being serious y/nâ..
(-heâs deadass so excited!!!)
Katsuki Bakugou, Hitoshi Shinsou, Neito Monoma, Shota Aizawa,
âNO!â
After you had sat him down on the couch you had told him you were expecting.. His faced twisted into joy, before saying âNo!â over and over with you responding with a âYes!â (all in a joyful manner not bad!!) He would then proceed to pull out his phone, opening the ânotes appâ before showing you all the names he had saved up.. âand Lane oh oh and Lorelai no no oh wait what about Karmi no wait I know I know what about Vani!!!!â legit him bro..
level 1000 excited!
Mirio Togata, Denki Kaminari, Kirishima Eijiro, Sero Hanta, Present Mic
âHow are you feeling babyâ
After telling him the news he immediately thought about your health asking questions like âhow do you feel about having itâ âdo you think iâm suit enough to be a good dadâ âhow are youâ things that show heâs worried about being a bad dad, and caring more about how YOU feel about the pregnancy.. he wants to see if you want to have the baby and wants to make sure you feel ready..
the legit best supporter!!
Shoto Todoroki, Keigo Takami, Tamaki Amajiki, Touya Todoroki, Tokoyami Fumikage
âIâm telling everyone, but only everyone we trustâ
So So So excited.. Like the second you uttered the words, nervous and quiet, all scared that he would be mad.. But he was the complete opposite! He was more excited than anything, really. He immediately wanted to contact people that he trusted, if it was up to him heâd contact the entire world about the arrival of his spawn, but thinking logically, he was a hero and needed to be careful.. Loves on you the entire pregnancy, and makes cute little cards, sending them to people you both trusted, to inform them of the new arrival of the baby!
AHHHHH!
Izuku Midoriya, Inasa Yoarashi, Tenya Iida, Mezo Shoji
I actually love this so much!!
let me know if you have any specific characters or themes in mind! I donât judge!
#Onie out!
#bnha#reqs open#x reader#mha#x y/n#fypă#my hero acedamia#bakugou katsuki#tumblr fyp#katsuki x y/n#katsuki bakugo x reader#kirishima ejiro x reader#tenya lida#denki kaminari#hitoshi shinso x reader#toji fushiguro#shota aizawa#aizawa#all might#izuku midoriya x reader#shoto torodoki#togata mirio x reader#tamaki amajiki#fumikage tokoyami#keigo takami#bnha dabi#sero hanta#present mic#monoma neito#mezo shoji
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Phantom Spasms | Headcanons
Pro-Hero!MHA x Reader: Kirishima, Midoriya, Tamaki, Shinsou, Bakugou
Words: 3.8k
Prompt:
A telltale quiver wracks your body every now and then. Trembling: like a ghost which holds its wrenching fingers in wait to play piano on your nerves and muscles- attacking your body without warning or mercy. Once upon a time, those unsettling sensations would have been the sign of a flare-up or overextention⊠but now, phantom spasms merely unlock memories of pains seen and unseen. How will your hero best soothe your aches?
Warnings: desc. of injury/ body aches, language (because BK exists) HURT/COMFORT/FLUFF assorted
For my My Hero Academia Masterlist, check it out here!
A/N: Still working through some fun asks, but here's some headcanons since it's been a minute~ show weeks are crazy for me (my theatre kids get it) Happy Halloween and Happy Booping, yall!
--Eijiro Kirishima
The first time you jumped out of your skin at work due to someone's hand landing on your back, Sero simply figured you spooked easily from behind. You made a joke right away to his teases. Then another time, you pinned whoever it was to the wall, when it happened to poor unsuspecting Mina at a party. You apologized and everyone laughed the overreaction off- sweet âPinkyâ included.Â
But it wasnât till it happened a third time at night -in your kitchen- with your own sweet-spirited Kirishima, that he finally became the one to learn what the reason behind your jerks stems from.
You were a little down in the face, getting some ice cream when he sleepily trudged out of bed for some waterâ and to find his sweetheart whoâd left him cold and lonely. He found you up and tracing the bottom of your dish with your spoon, and made to come behind you with a hand to your waistâ when you gasped. Flinching hard and snacking him with a grabâ to root him to the spot and rear up to hit your attacker-
"OW- babe, it's just me!!"Â
Your eyes widened and back stayed arched until you kind of stuttered and rubbed it with your free hand. Your gaze fell away to Kirishimaâs arm- with stinging tears and guilt. Youâd drop the scoop carelessly on the counter and regulate your breaths, all in hopes this could be perceived as another nervous-nelly reaction and not sign of what this actually is⊠something worse.Â
"I-Iâm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, baby-" Kiri carefully raised a hand to brush your face into a sweet caress. Like magic, his touch soothes and your back finally eased up and let you sigh.
"No. I'm sorry. God, did I hurt you?" you straightened and rubbed at his arm yourself.
"Nah, it's fine, manly hit tho, babe!" He brushed it off until his laugh died seeing your eyes. "Hey. You ok? Is... something wrong with your back?" Kirishima smooths your hoodieâs folds back over your shoulders and down your arms to casually hold your waist."You were... rubbing it, just now."
"...happens more than I let on..." you sighed a little dejected. "Old injury, just - spasms- sometimes, when someone comes from behind me and I didnt notice."Â
Kirishimaâs gears worked together through the drowsiness,, "so... when Mina?"
"Yeah."
"And when Sero came in the-"
"Not as bad, but yeah," you nodded.
"Oh God, babyyyy," he lifted you and rubbed the outsides of your thighs when he sat you on the counter, shifting the ice cream remnants aside and caressing your low back. "Why didn't you say anything? I never would have teased you like that! Damn, I give you surprise hugs all the time..."
"It's not all the time!" you tried to assure him. "I usually hear you or know it's coming, and it's nice. It's really nice."Â
A fond smile brings you to run a hand through his floppy hair.Â
"I.... it actually feels better when I know it's you at my back. It feels... safe, yâknow?"
He hummed and lifted his brows, raising his hands to your cheeks and giving you a sweet kiss.Â
"Then consider me your personal koala, angel. I've got your back." The reassurance would touch you at its sweetnessâ till you see that he glanced down to your cleavage. "And your front, too."
"Oh hush, Kiri."
He laughed at the far more tame slap at his chest and tickled your sides to get you to join in. Once calmed down, you hugged Kirishima tight from your spot on the counter and so did he- now taking careful, soothing rubs on your back.Â
"I love you so much, baby. Tell me anytime it hurts from now on, ok?"
-- Izuku Midoriya
It was in training at Grounds A when it began storming outside, so you figured youâd stay a little longer and not fight the bad weather on the roads. If nothing else, it gives you extra time to watch him practice his new and improved shoot style. With the new suit came a learning curve, so Izuku practically lived on campus nowadays, long after his classes were over. Before he could take to the streets, heâd need to learn how to work as a hero again, merging his physical disciplines with the new tech he now wears to protect himself.Â
Happy to spend any break with him and support him on his hero track, you came anytime Izuku called and asked for you to take notes. Heâd call out how high he guesses he can reach, and youâd yell the actual figure back as soon as he landed; as a game of sorts to see how far he could go.Â
Izuku shouted one simultaneously with a thunder crack and while you did answer, it sounded faint. He looked back through sweaty bangs and he noticed you kind of spoke it downwards to the ground- and you were rubbing at your back with an awkward reach.
"You ok?" Izuku calledâ you looked up suddenly and smiled to mask the quivering sensation as it died down.
"Yeah, I'm good! Go again!"
A few more rounds passed and in between kicks, the thunder cracked again. Even Izuku cringed at the sight out the window, seeing how nasty it was getting. The passing worry over âKacchanâ being out in this drek came through a mutter when he bounded back to your side with a solid thud on the ground, looking to you for perhaps some reassuranceâÂ
â at least he was seeking you out, until he realized he was the one who needed to attend to you. Izukuâs eyes went wide and he rushed to your side with a higher-pitched call of your name.
Shoulders held uncomfortably straight, you were half slumped on the railing, trying to regulate your breaths.Â
Izuku huffed over to your side in a second, the flash of electric teal ebbing through his suit's grooves catching your eyes as he worried in front of you.Â
"I'm really fine," you rasped, "it happensâa lotâ more annoying than anything." You chuckled as it eased up and allowed you to carefully kneel to a sit. Izuku crouches by you too, easing you down slowly.
"Honey, that's not normal! What's happened? Are you ok?? "Â
He is quick to start mother-henning you, cupping your cheeks⊠and you had to smile.
"Itâs just a phantom pain," you twisted and pointed at the back "Not even really âpainfulâ anymore, even- just.. strange. Like, have you ever had a bad dream that something's poking you in the back, but nothingâs really there?"
He sweated through that strange scenario, "Uhhhhh, no? I've never had that before..."
"Well, itâs a thing. The doctor checked me out," you brushed off all the same. "Just the thunder spooked me, and it acted up. Loud noises make me jump., and everything siezes."
Izuku is still hard to settle, so you give him the speed-read through what happened to you. A rookie mistake of pushing yourself beyond your limits when you were young resulted in a (potentially) life-long bout with strengthening your core, keeping good posture⊠years have been spent working around the scar tissue under the surface as best as you can manage.
"Scar tissue?"
"Yeah, right... here."Â
You thumbed at the spot of your tremors,Â
"Surgery took care of it. There's not even a bad incision- it just..--â
-a low rumble shook the sky-
â- teases, sometimes. Under the surface."
"Oh," Izuku mumbled, noting you seemed embarrassed, âSo itâs like a missing limb? Amputees will say that, I hear. Aizawa has before, too, after what he did with his leg...â
Thinking back to a darker time, youâd felt the same of yourself⊠when you worried whether or not youâd walk again. It has been so scary, feeling that there should have been horrible pins and debris sticking out of you with how your nerves twisted and pinched all around the site of your wound. As much as you wish it wouldn't, sometimes it feels like yesterday that you were laid up in the hospital for endless scans and tests for weeks on end.
Simply put, you agree so as to not worry him more: âIn a way, yes.â
"-But itâs not hurting you?"
"Not... âhurtâ exactly, just feels kinda queasy."
Izukuâs powers of observation can read as overwhelming, though right now, you think itâs sweet how heâs taking in every inch of you to memory. He's running through a thousand and one solutions- you know the signs.
He got an idea.Â
"Hey, well, let me rinse off and we can stay in and watch a show until this storm lets up! That way, you wonât be alone! And I'll sit at your back... I can rub it, if it helps?" His ears got a little pink as he rambled through, but you smiled up at his eyes sweetly.Â
"That'd be nice~"
-- Tamaki Amajiki
Tamaki laid curled up in his favorite spot on your chest: his long-sleeved hand rests tucked into himself while he nuzzles into your neck. Itâs his favorite spot since he could hear you and feel all of you so well, but you didn't have to see his face.
He admittedly had fallen asleep there, even though a storm had started. Poor baby can sleep through almost anything as long as you're still enough (as his pillow).
But today? When your jump underneath him roused him, he suddenly went self conscious,
"mmmmmAHHH, s-sorry, I didnt- I... hey, what are..."
A momentâs delay, Tamaki noticed your pained expression as you let out shallow breaths.Â
"What's wrong? Did I hurt you??"
"No, honey, no, youâre... ahh... yerâfine...." you tried to press your tummy back down and nuzzle back into bed. You were clearly preoccupied and not able to fully focus on resolving his quivering self as quickly as you normally would.Â
"Y-youâre shaking..." Bridging up on an elbow off of you, Tamaki sounded concerned and a little more commanding. He could be very protective once he knew there wasn't a risk of embarrassing himself, "Tell me what hurts, love."
He laid on his side and regarded every twitch of your face as you glanced his way. For all his shrinking into himself and generally submissive nature, no one stands in your corner like Tamaki Amajiki. Now with your roles of confidence reversed, you felt ashamed not telling him sooner.
"It's just... my low back." You turned to face him, thumbing it, and he instantly touched the spot, your skin jumping at contact but settling as he palmed it. "It acts up sometimes... old injury and all."
"Do I need to take you to the nurse?"
"Oh no," you brushed off, "there's nothing she'd do anyway- it's supposed to go away on its own." Then another thunderclap brought it on again, and he tightened onto you again.
His little face dropped, feeling horrible that you were suffering all this time. After your initial recovery, physical therapies, even taking you to and from your yoga classes, Tamaki had foolishly assumed youâd made a full recovery without an ounce of lingering trouble.
 "I can't believe I didn't see this before. God, I'm a terrible boyfriendâŠ" he mumbled into your shoulder, holding on for comfort as he tucked you under his arm so your back laid mostly on the bed again and he shielded you from on top. You cooed at his self deprivation and just petted through his hair.
"Tama-honey,â you tapped his chin to look up at you, "you're the best boyfriend I could- ever- wish for.â
And it's not a lie- never a lie when it comes to him. Had he only been in your life during your recovery from that pesky broken leg back in your teens, you're sure you would have bounced back ten times faster.
You're here now," you sunk adorably under him to make him feel bigger, "why would I ever feel anything but completely safe with you?"
His little lip quivered into a smile and he leaned to kiss your nose and cheek to which you sighed at both touches happily. "What should I do? To help, I mean?"
You keen a little at this caring attention. You rarely told him to do anything due to his fawning -and already skittishy- nature that simply wanted to be held and adored when in your company⊠but with how gentle he's being, this opening makes you answer him honestly. What's so wrong about giving him a reason to please you?
"Back rubs are nice~â
When you turn over gingerly and he starts to pet along your back, you wiggle your hips a touch.
ïżœïżœYou can go under, hon. I wonât break, promi-â
âU-UNNDER?!âÂ
You giggle into the pillow. Simple back scratches will have to do for your shy darling.
-- Hitoshi Shinsou
You haven't noticed much pain since you were in the hospital, post-accident. The meds they gave you were gold, and just about knocked you out within fifteen minutes of a dose. Truly all youâd wanted was to go home and ride out your recovery, but everyone on staff urged you to take the PT seriously, as it would help you in the long run. Your chief cheerleader -and drill sergeant- was none other than your partner in both heroics and love, Shinsou.
Once settled in your second story apartment, you really hedged against leaving to brave the stairs unless absolutely necessary. But even when you needed to for an appointment, Hitoshi was there, taking you by the hand to support you step by step. There to help you shower, there to help you dress until you could proudly manage on your own. But even then, you claimed you relied on his witty banter more than anything else⊠Heâs strong in every sense of the word, and stoic where you need him to be, even now off duty. You missed heading out to fight crime with him, but âall in good time, sweetnessâ was his anthem during your six week long âhouse arrestâ.
Being home was such a happy change of pace from the white hallways of the triage floor; you were actually eager to tackle the monotony of chores again. Shinsou had encouraged you to rest, but didnât fuss or demand it when you went piddling around the apartment. It wasnât until you were putting dishes away that you had your first, huge flare-up.
You couldnât even call it pain- just the most intense muscle spasm and queasiness you've ever felt that shook you from your low back up your spine. The sensation honestly scared you. The mug in question immediately retreated to the counter and you stumbled beside the fridge -balancing on the counter- your breaths fast and short as the tremors vibrated in you,Â
"HiâHitoshi?!" You called weakly, trying not to panic.
He was there in a matter of seconds; heâd already heard the crash and was on his way to investigate. You heard him curse lightly before coming up beside and behind you, lowering your arms from their mismatched hold on whatever cabinet handles you could grab and placed both palms on the counter,Â
"Let go," he prompted, and you obeyed without any coercion. When you held onto the flat surface, he took your waist in his hands to steady you. "Don't tense- breathe through it, deep breaths."
"What's happeningâŠ?" you canât turn to look, even though you wanted to.
"It's in your back, right here?" Shinsou laid a warm palm on the queasy area, and you whimpered an affirmation. "You're ok, sweetheart. Itâll pass- it's just a spasm. It'll pass... just breathe."
You forced yourself an inhale thatâs not as slow as you know heâd prefer, but Shinsou doesnât correct you. Here he stands, rubbing your back with two expert fingers and his thumb over the bundle of nerves where your initial surgery had been. It seemed to help because breathing got easier.Â
"That's it,â He whispered close to your ear, closing his eyes to pray. "You're doing good." He kissed a few spots on your shoulder as you relaxed as the minute wore on, him rubbing your back and you sinking away from the counter as your back bowed back from its arch.
"Oh my God...." you breathed.
"Better?"
You nodded. He looked up and saw the open pantry and let out a little breath. He kept a hand on your waist and put the mug up himself.
"You know things like this are why I'm here. Don't push yourself."
You soured at that, "I should be able to reach things in my own kitchen..."
"You will- just not right now." Shinsou said firmly, but in a tone that softened at the end whenever he was with you. You turned your back to the counter,
"Thanks," you breathed out, rubbing up his arm. "That was... really wierd. And kinda scary."
"The same happens in my neck from time to time. Not so much anymore. It will fade after a couple months."Â
You exasperated at the sound of that time frame. Shinsou had suffered a bout of whiplash after a villain sting earlier that year, and you remembered his more subtle shudders and shivers indicating his nerves were getting back to standard operating procedure. That neurological progress took nearly half the year, just as he said.
But Shinsou knows your brand of impatience all too well. He lifted your chin to his gaze, more concern than scolding,Â
"-which is why you need to take your recovery seriously. I know you wanna bounce back fast; I can help you get there. You know what to do. We want to avoid these as much as we can."
You nodded, but your chest still sunk. You know more practically that you couldnât bother him every time it happened, yet you now fear what would happen now if he hadn't been here. Heâs only off night duty for another week, so after this weekend, youâll be managing life solo, more or lessâŠÂ
But despite any lingering discomfort showing on your face, Shinsou would do anything to see it go away. He pressed a kiss to the soft edge of your eyeline and leaned his forehead to yours, rubbing your back comfortably in his hold- making your hands naturally hold back on his arms to make him stay. He brought you gaze back up,Â
"Hey sunshine..."Â
You opened your eyes to see his small smile. Makes him look all the more sleepy, but itâs such a soft sight, youâre happy to see it all the same.
"Do you trust me?"
You smiled back a little brighter. "I do."
"Then you should let me help you when you need it. I'm counting on you to tell me when that is. Promise?"
"I promise." You closed your eyes, just soaking in his presence. "I just want to be normal, babe."
He nuzzled noses with you, "Normal is subjective. You're healing, and that's nothing to be ashamed of."
You had to smile at his logical reasoningâ takes after his mentor. So you nodded and asked if you could turn in and start up a bath, even if it was a little early in the day.
He massaged the soft skin by your ear and responded, "of course, love. Whatever you want."
--Katsuki Bakugo
You had rare help in the kitchen most days at this hour, since Bakugou was still on some personal leave from his agency (a forced break from his pr specialist who's placed him in time-out from the public eye). Given the availability he now has should be regarded as a gift, he was there to readily help you and no doubt distract you with kisses while you worked. His teasing has carried on throughout the afternoon as he cleaned up behind you, and was working on washing up the last few dishes when you were getting out a stockpot for dinner.
Crouching a little too fast to reach it on the low shelf, the shooting queasiness had your back bowing, and breath expelling out of your lungs in a gasp not unlike âfearâ. You flopped almost immediately to your butt and pivoted with your back to the cabinet as you let out an uncontrollable moan.
At the sound of a hushed 'ughhh not again' in your first language, Bakugo peeked from the other end of the island and couldnât find you at first⊠so he leaned off to the side and found your crunched body on the floor.
With a loud curse, he dropped everything and rushed to your side,Â
"What the hell happened??" Bakugouâs hands went everywhere, from your hands to your shoulder, scanning your legs and your tense face for signs of a cut or a bruise you could have made this quickly.
"Babe, I'm fine, this is normal fâme."
"THE FUCK YOUâRE FINEâ you're on the DAMN FLOOR!" He went to pull you up bridal style but you stopped him suddenly,
"No, no don't!! It's just gotta pass firstâŠ"
His eyes went wide and felt panic creep down his back. Bakugou flopped criss-crossed on the floor, and ran a hand through his hair- all thatâs left was to watch you helplessly, which was the last thing he wanted to do in this moment. Surely he could do something. The waiting made him angrier than ever for a split second, until he reigned in some breaths himself. Eventually, the blond just reached a hand out to rub your knee. What else was he supposed to do?
You sensed your boyfriendâs now silent concern, and sent a little weak smile his way as it started ebbing away,Â
"It's already better. My back just seized up sometimes, it's just an old injury that acts up every now and again. I usually don't do âsquattyâ movements like that- things that tax it,â -you wink a little playfully- âRookie mistake~â
Bakugou nodded, yet just stared at your core as it leveled back to normal.
"Sorry about that. Getting older sure doesnât help these things~" You breathed out as you sat up normally-- only to have Bakugou launch at you fast and grip you to himâ
You yelped at his sudden reach but brought a hand to his backâ strange, that you think you might need to soothe him instead with how hard heâs breathingâÂ
"Katsuki?"
"Don't scare me like that again, dummy," he croaked out, nuzzling his face into the warmth of your neck and cradling your head to him in the dearest way.
Really, you should know better by this point. He can be battered and bruised beyond recognition and wonât pay a bit of attention to himself⊠but when you get so much as a paper cut or a waspâs sting, and he will nearly go ballistic to tend to you.
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@hitoshisbf I KNOOOW, I'M ASHAMED OF MYSELF. SHINSOU DESERVES ALL THE BLOWJOBS I MEAN THE LOVEâĄ
Lool, here it is~ c;
When you decided to call your man as you walked home from work, knowing he was at the gym at that hour, you expected anything. Music, loud noises, even people talking loudly.
However, you weren't expecting... that.
A grunted moan, followed by, "Hey, gorgeous... ugh... how's your day? Mmh..."
You stopped walking, mind trying to comprehend what you just heard.
"Umm, good?" You knew your tone sounded more like a question than an affirmation, and so did him.
Shinsou Hitoshi laughed in a breath, followed by another pant and a mmh that now made you press your thighs together. "Are you asking me, baby? Fuck..." and the sound of dropping a big weight was heard.
The sudden thought of him doing those noises while laying over you, your legs around his slim waist and fingers grabbing his strong biceps, his dick so deep buried into you that the only coherent thought would be "more".
And now you were definitely clenching, in need of him.
You slapped yourself mentally to gather your thoughts back together. Looking around to see if anybody noticed your sudden hornyness for this man that was driving you crazy.
A hand slides throughout your locks as you resume your walking, "Shit... Sorry I called, I just wanted to ask if you want some fuck, shit, no, I mean, if you want tonight some dinner, EAT dinner at my place tonight?"
The grumbled of his breathed laugh was felt in your spine, traveling tour whole body even though he wasn't physically behind you, "You said tonight, twice." Another pant.
You gulped.
Jesus, this man was...
"Dinner and fuck, sounds like a plan to me, bub."
You almost tripped. "I didn't..."
"Oh, yes, you did... And I'm definitely gonna have my way with you," his voice sounded breathy, but his flirty tone was there. Torturing you like he always did.
Fuck. You want him so badly it's making you go insane.
You bit your lower lip looking around you to see if there's enough people paying attention or close enough to hear what you're about to say.
"If you can make those sounds again... you can have desert first."
You could picture his side smirk, breathy pants as he completely stops what he's doing, and said, "Deal."
#NOW IM IN NEED OF MORE SHINSOU AND ITS YOUR FAULT#mha fanfiction#bnha fanfiction#mha smut#bnha smut#mha shinso hitoshi#mha shinsou hitoshi x reader#mha shinsou hitoshi smut#mha shinsou hitoshi x you#bnha shinsou hitoshi#bnha shinsou hitoshi x reader#bnha shinsou hitoshi x you#bnha shinsou hitoshi smut#shinsou hitoshi x reader#shinsou hitoshi smut#mha imagines#mha scenarios#mha drabbles#bnha imagines#bnha scenarios#bnha drabble
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Love Like Ghosts (Chapter 21) - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic
You knew the empty house in a quiet neighborhood was too good to be true, but you were so desperate to get out of your tiny apartment that you didn't care, and now you find yourself sharing space with something inhuman and immensely powerful. As you struggle to coexist with a ghost whose intentions you're unsure of, you find yourself drawn unwillingly into the upside-down world of spirits and conjurers, and becoming part of a neighborhood whose existence depends on your house staying exactly as it is, forever. But ghosts can change, just like people can. And as your feelings and your ghost's become more complex and intertwined, everything else begins to crumble. (cross-posted to Ao3)
Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21
Chapter 21
Thereâs something wrong with your house, but you knew that when you bought it. You were okay with that when you bought it, but right now the thing thatâs wrong with your house is the fact that youâre not in it. Tomura is coming home today â is home right now, in fact â but youâre not there with him. Instead youâre out to breakfast, in the same diner where you and the others plotted to kill the conjurer, with every single human in the neighborhood. Plus Inko, because why not?
You said youâre in the diner. It would be more accurate to say that youâre trapped in the diner, because youâre stuck in the corner of the booth between Shinsou and Jinâs entire family, wedged in so tightly that going out over the table or under it would be impossible. Youâve determined that this is Aizawaâs fault, so you glare at him. âThere had better be a good reason why you dragged me here.â
âItâs for your own good,â Aizawa says. âAnd for Tomuraâs, so if you claim to care about him ââ
âIf I claim to?â
âYouâll allow us to speak. We have more experience with this than you do.â
âNone of us had help,â Jinâs mom says. âWe had to figure things out by trial and error, and given the situation, we didnât think it would be fair to let you go through the same thing.â
âHelping a ghost get used to being a human is hard,â Shinsou says. âAnd getting used to being human is hard for a ghost. Weâre helping you. The other ghosts are all at your house helping him.â
âOh.â
âThey have a lot of stuff to explain,â Keigo says. âStuff you wouldnât want to explain. Like body stuff.â
âAnd hygiene stuff,â Inko adds. âTheyâre used to dematerializing any time they get dirty. Having to clean up is an adjustment.â
âItâs all an adjustment,â Aizawa says. âOur purpose here is to make the adjustment as easy as possible. Letâs begin.â
âNo, letâs order,â Keigo says. The serverâs here. âHi. Weâll need a lot more coffee than this.â
There are so many of you that ordering takes forever, and while you wait your turn, you think over the events of the last few days. You went back to work the day after you were discharged from the hospital, scared the hell out of your coworkers, and got booted out by Mr. Yagi, who insisted you go home and rest. You went to the hospital instead, hanging out in Tomuraâs room with the ghosts who were on shift. You and Hizashi spent some time formulating a backstory for Tomura, one that lines up with the lies you already told your parents, and Mr. Yagi helped you sneak the fake birth certificate into the government records. That was your first day out. On your second day out, you got to go back to work.
Work sucked. You tore through your inbox like a crazy person, trying to get as much done as possible, knowing youâd be out the whole next week and probably longer. Your progress was impeded by your coworkers, whoâd heard rumors about what happened â you and your boyfriend getting kidnapped by a serial killer â and wanted to know if they were true. Surprisingly, Nakayama came to your rescue, shooing the others off. She made it clear that the price was a tell-all happy hour later on, but you decided it was worth it to get everybody else off your back.
Tomura woke up officially last night. The ghosts went to pick him up this morning, right around when the humans dragged you out of your house. You havenât even seen him, and youâre so crabby about it that when the server asks you what youâre having today, you order half the menu on Aizawaâs dime.
Keigo manages to hold in his snickers until after the serverâs walked away. âGotta fuel up for when you get back, huh?â
âHey. Gross,â Spinner protests. âThereâs kids here.â
âNah, Iâm kidding. I saw what he looks like now. Too much exertion would probably kill him.â Keigo tips a huge wink at you and you roll your eyes. âAnyway, I officially call this meeting of ghost friends anonymous to order. Who wants to start?â
âProbably one of you two,â Jin says, gesturing at Inko and Aizawa. âYou all have the same kind of ghost.â
Inko and Aizawa trade a glance, and Inko speaks up first. âBe prepared for a lot of frustration on Tomuraâs part,â she says. âMost ghosts permanently embody themselves into healthy forms, so itâs likely that heâll perceive some unfairness, and possibly express some regret. Itâs got much less to do with you than with the adjustment to living as a human, so try not to take it personally.â
âYeah, donât take anything personally,â Jin agrees. âHimiko bit us a lot at first. For, like, no reason.â
You try to imagine Tomura biting you for no reason, and canât. âRemember,â Aizawa says, âTomura wouldnât have been capable of permanent embodiment unless it was what he truly wanted. That doesnât mean adjusting to it will be easy.â
âLike Takami says, the physical stuff is hard to explain,â Shinsou says. He grimaces. âBut even just the rules of being human are a lot for them to figure out. Theyâve been watching us all follow the rules, but theyâve never had to do it themselves, and theyâre still them. They still donât get a lot of the stuff we do. Heâs gonna ask a lot of questions. And heâs gonna complain.â
âMagne had this thing about crosswalks,â Spinner says. âAlso about clothes. She still has a thing about clothes. She thinks she can wear whatever she wants, wherever she wants, whenever she wants, as long as the important bits are covered up. I donât really know how to explain that you just canât do some stuff.â
You sort of like Magneâs donât-give-a-fuck attitude about it, but you can see how it would cause trouble. âThe more power they had before they embodied themselves, the less attentive they are to social norms or boundaries,â Aizawa says. âBehavior in public is something to be watchful of. A public indecency charge is not something you want to incur.â
Heâs scowling in a way that says this piece of advice is coming out of personal experience. You canât decide if you want to hear the full story or if you never want to think about it again. âI mean, I think youâve done sort of a good job training him on this stuff already,â Keigo says. âHeâs got some social skills.â
You feel like he might be giving Tomura a little too much credit. âLike three social skills.â
âThatâs three more than Dabiâs got,â Spinner points out, which shouldnât really make you feel better but does anyway. âI hung out with him more than anybody except her, and heâs not that bad. Itâll probably get harder once you two start going out in public, but heâs not starting at zero. Heâs at like â level three.â
âOne level for every social skill,â Shinsou says, and snickers. âNice.â
âI think the larger problem is overstimulation,â Jinâs mom says, and it takes all your self-control not to start in with some really inappropriate thoughts. âHowever theyâve been perceiving through their senses when theyâre embodied, itâs much more intense when the embodimentâs permanent â at least from what we saw with Himiko.â
âIn general, they struggle with one sense more than the others,â Aizawa says. âFor Eri it was taste.â
âHimiko, too,â Jinâs mom confirms. âThat might have been what the biting was about. She also struggled with smell, which makes sense, since taste and smell are fairly connected. What about Magne, Spinner?â
âSight for sure,â Spinner says. âLight sensitivity, color sensitivity, everything. She sees colors the rest of us donât even know exist. Itâs cool. But it sucked at first.â
âFor Hizashi it was hearing,â Aizawa adds. âGhosts are able to hear in multiple dimensions, and his hearing was particularly sensitive as a ghost. It took him two years to be able to go without noise-canceling headphones outside.â
You have a feeling you already know what Tomuraâs oversensitivity is going to be. Given the number of contact allergies heâs already displayed and what he was like as a ghost, physical touch is going to be a big problem. Itâs so daunting to think of that it pushes you into asking your first real question of the day. âHow did you help them cope with it?â
âPatience,â Inko says.
You thought that was a given. âTime,â Jinâs mom adds.
âSpace,â Aizawa says, and everyone nods. âNow, for the first few weeks ââ
You knew helping Tomura adapt to being human wasnât going to be easy, but as the ghost friends outline all the things you hadnât even considered, you begin to grasp just how hard itâs going to be. Every last ghost did damage to their relationship with their human, or humans, while they were trying to adjust. Every human had more than a few moments of thinking how much easier it would have been for their ghost to stay a ghost. Even Hizashi and Mr. Yagi, who were the most intentional about their embodiments, had days where they made living with them feel impossible. Youâre glad everyone is being honest with you, thankful that they arenât sugarcoating it, but your stomach is tying itself in a knot.
Tomuraâs embodiment wasnât just an adjustment, it was a last resort to avoid being sucked back into the world between. And it almost didnât work. If even the ghosts who wanted this were nightmares to live with at first, whatâs going to happen with him? Nobody can answer that for you, or tell you how to cope with however many times Tomura will probably tell you that he wishes the two of you had never met. All they can tell you is the same three things: Patience, time, and space.
To be fair to the ghost friends, they highlight the fun stuff, too. Spinner talks about taking Magne to a museum for the first time, and to a mall. Jin and his family turned themselves into foodies so they could try everything alongside Himiko. Even before Shinsou and Eri were adopted, Shinsou taught himself to make candy apples, because Eri had seen them on TV and wanted to try them. Aizawa, looking as calm and reflective as youâve ever seen him, talks about taking Hizashi to movies, to concerts, to the opera, and watching him hear things as they were meant to be heard for the first time. Inko, smiling broadly, tells you about when she was pregnant, and Mr. Yagiâs reaction the first time he put his hand on her stomach and felt Izuku kick.
âHe looked like heâd seen a ghost,â she says, laughing. âHe didnât know babies did that.â
Keigo is laughing, too. You picture Mr. Yagiâs startled expression, the one youâve seen so many times right before he starts coughing blood, and find it in yourself to smile. âTheyâre still themselves underneath it all,â Inko says. âEven if it takes time to see.â
Itâs quiet for a moment. Most of the plates are empty, including yours. Youâve been eating steadily just to have something to do with your hands. âThereâs one more thing,â Keigo says. âStronger ghosts keep some of their powers when they embody permanently. According to Touya, Tomura kept a lot of his. He can still read auras, like they all can, but he can project a pretty strong aura all on his own. And he can still drain stuff, even if he canât do anything with the life-force. So far itâs looking like he needs to touch something with all five fingers for it to happen, and since itâs not anything close to a natural human ability, he has to really want to destroy it. Just keep an eye on him if he starts to get mad.â
âOkay,â you say. âWhat else?â
âWeâre happy for you,â Shinsou says, and Inko nods, smiling still. Everybodyâs smiling, now that you notice it. âItâs a big thing. And itâs a good thing. Now youâre really part of the neighborhood.â
You could be. You can be, now that you and Tomura can both leave if you want to. For a moment, hope begins to tug at you â but then you remember what Keigo said, and what everybody else said about patience, space, and time. Itâll be a long time before the two of you can be part of anything. And probably a long time before the two of you are a two of you again, too. Aizawaâs phone buzzes, and he looks at it. âTheyâre finishing up over there. We should head back, too.â
He heads to the cash register to pay the bill, and the rest of you work on extricating yourselves from the booth. You wince as you stand up, feeling your stitches pull. Keigo notices. âHow are you holding up?â
âIâll live.â
âDonât push yourself too hard with this stuff,â Keigo says. He gestures awkwardly at his broken arm with the other. âItâs a lot to bounce back from. Iâm here when you need to talk. Like I have been.â
âSame here,â you say, and Keigo smiles. âAnd, um â thanks for taking over with the kids, during the fight. I had to try.â
âIt was a pretty good try,â Keigo says magnanimously. âYou ran a fire poker right through that guyâs chest. Remind me not to piss you off.â
âYou know, I think your house is still the scariest house in the neighborhood,â Jin muses. âI figured Dabiâs house or Aizawaâs was going to take over, but nope. Tomura still has a bunch of his powers and you almost killed two guys. Youâre the scariest for sure.â
The scariest house in the neighborhood, and now youâre part of the reason why itâs scary. The list of things that make you feel better these days is short and weird, and Jinâs statement gets added almost instantly. âThanks.â
You all carpooled in the Bubaigawara van, and Jinâs mom parks it in front of her own house, allowing everybody else to spill out onto the sidewalk. You and Keigo and Aizawa are last out, and as you get your feet under you, you notice a lot of ghosts milling around in front of your house. In front of it, not inside the fence. You make your way over, stumbling a little bit. âDid he kick you out?â
âNah, we left. Figured he needed some processing time,â Hizashi says. Heâs looking past you, at Aizawa. âHey, what are you doing walking around? Youâre supposed to rest your leg.â
Himiko skips up to you, towing Eri and Izuku after her. âItâs all fine,â she tells you, smiling. âHe understands everything and we gave him some of everybodyâs clothes until he can buy his own.â
âHe looks even more like me now!â Eri is bouncing from foot to foot. âHeâs going to come over to our house.â
âOh.â You wonder if Tomura actually meant it, or if he just said it so sheâd leave him alone. âThatâs â nice.â
âYouâre invited, too,â Eri assures you. Then she, like Hizashi, looks over your shoulder. âDad! Hitoshi!â
Himiko peels off to meet Jin, leaving you with Izuku, whoâs watching the house. âTomuraâs still really powerful,â he says. âEven when heâs human the aura is still there. Dad says he could probably take on a strong conjurer, even like this.â
âWhat else did your dad say?â
âThatâs for you to ask Tomura yourself,â Mr. Yagi says, drawing up alongside Izuku. He smiles at you. âIâve cleared your schedule next week. Let me know if you need more time.â
âAnd call if you need anything,â Inko reiterates. She takes Mr. Yagiâs hand and wraps an arm around Izukuâs shoulders. âCome over for dinner when youâre ready.â
âYes!â Izuku looks way too happy at the thought. âI have lots of questions for both of you!â
You decide youâll wait a while to take them up on that invitation, but theyâre not the only ones who stop to talk to you specifically. Each of the ghosts stops by briefly, all of them reassuring you that Tomuraâs fine. Youâre not going to believe them until you see it for yourself.
Finally, Aizawa and Hizashi are all thatâs left. Aizawa hands you a book â another one of his. You read the cover out loud and snicker. âWhat To Expect When Your Ghost Embodies Itself? Great title.â
âItâs a little boring,â Hizashi says, and you realize he doesnât get the joke. Aizawa is smirking slightly. âGood stuff in there, though.â
âIt covers everything we discussed earlier, and a little more,â Aizawa says. âGood luck.â
âYou probably wonât be up to it, but come over later if you want,â Hizashi says. âThat conjurer ruined our Halloween, so weâre throwing a make-up party at our place. Costumes mandatory.â
Thereâs no way youâre making it to that party. You thank them for the invitation anyway, tuck the book under your arm, and step through the front gate into your yard. Up the front steps, through the unlocked door, into the front hall. Some part of you is expecting Tomura to materialize in front of you, but he canât do that anymore. âIâm home,â you call out, and Phantom comes scrabbling across the floor towards you, wagging her tail. You greet her, then pick her up. âTomura?â
âIn here.â
Heâs home. Your heart leaps so hard and fast it seems a little ridiculous, and you hurry into the living room to see him. Heâs there, sitting on his usual couch cushion, wearing some bizarre mix of clothing from every guy in the neighborhood, plus a pair of socks that could only have come from Himiko. The urge to launch yourself at him, to climb all over him like heâs done to you so many times and prove to yourself that heâs alive and heâs safe, is overpowering. But you remember what the others said. Patience, time, space. You donât want to overwhelm him. You set Phantom down on the couch next to him and take a few steps back, keeping a respectful distance.
Itâs quiet for a while. You break the silence. âHow do you feel?â
He has the hood of his hoodie up, throwing his face into shadow. âLike shit.â
Thatâs about what you were expecting. You need more detail if youâre going to help, but you donât want to push him. âDid everything go okay at the hospital?â
His shoulders lift, then fall. You see him grimace. âIt was weird. All that stuff they did. The stupid paperwork is over there if you want to look at it.â
âOkay.â Before, when he wasnât human, youâd have helped yourself. Now â âDo you want me to look at it?â
Another shrug. If he didnât want you to, heâd say no, right? You pick the folder up off the coffee table and open it to the discharge summary, which is a mistake. The list of injuries Tomura came in with is staggering. Seeing this, youâre amazed they only kept him in for five days. âWell?â Tomura asks.
You set the folder down. âYou healed up really fast.â
âThere are things wrong with me,â Tomura says. One hand rises to scratch his neck. âMy skin is messed up. Iâm â allergic.â
âI have allergy medicine for stuff like that. And itch cream.â
âThey gave me some.â Tomura still hasnât taken down his hood. âWhat did the humans want?â
âThey wanted to tell me how to help you adjust,â you say, and Tomura makes a derisive sound. Phantom stirs, whines, and noses closer to him. âWhat did the ghosts want with you?â
âTo explain.â The derision is obvious in Tomuraâs voice. âLike Iâm stupid or something.â
âYou arenât. They donât think that,â you say, only to realize that Tomura still probably knows what the other ghosts are thinking better than you do. âThey probably donât want you to make the same mistakes as they did. From what the humans were saying, they all made a lot of mistakes.â
âThey almost scared their humans off.â Tomuraâs voice goes weirdly flat. âI already did that.â
âWhat?â
âI didnât know what I look like. When I saw the picture on the ID, that was the first time.â Tomura seems to sink further into his hoodie, and suddenly you understand why he hasnât taken down the hood. âNo wonder you didnât want me embodied. Youâd have to look at me all the time.â
âTomura ââ
âI just wanted to stay. I didnât want to go back. I thought it would be the same, but itâs not,â Tomura says. Thereâs a weird strain in his voice now, one youâve never heard from him but know intimately yourself. âThere are things wrong with me. Iâm ugly. You wanted me when I was a ghost and I was powerful, not when Iâm human and weak. You wonât even come near me.â
âNo,â you say, and Tomura scoffs. âNo! When I was talking to the others, they said itâs hard to get used to a human body â stuff might be harder to cope with now that itâs permanent â they said I should give you time and space ââ
âI didnât do this so I could have time and space!â Tomuraâs still got enough power to rattle the walls without raising his voice. âI did it so I could â so we ââ
His voice breaks. Phantom edges closer to him and he shies away, both hands coming up to cover his face at odd angles. You stand there for a moment, paralyzed by the decision between everything the other ghost friends told you and what Tomuraâs saying now, what heâs doing now. But in the end itâs not a decision at all. You hurry around the coffee table, move Phantom to the cushion at the far end of the couch, and sit down right next to Tomura, getting in his space without asking the same way he always does to you. You pry his hands away from his face one at a time, and he fights you. Heâs fighting you with a fraction of his strength and you both know it. âLet go. I donât want you. I donât want your pity ââ
âItâs not pity,â you say. He lets you have one of his hands and you immediately try for the other. âI donât know what this is like for you. Iâm trying to do the right thing, but I should have just asked you what you needed. I can do better.â
âYou donât want to. You donât want this!â He pulls his hand free of yours to gesture at himself. âI know what you wanted. You wanted ââ
âYou.â You donât even have to think before you answer. âI wanted you. I want you.â
He stares at you from between his fingers. You give up on trying to free his hands and press in close against his side. He startles at your touch, but doesnât shy away. He smells like the hospital. His voice is quiet, shaky, strained. âYou liked when I was cold.â
âIt was nice. But Iâve got AC. And now I can hold you for as long as I want without getting frostbite.â
âYou liked that I got rid of the bugs.â
âIâm still making you get rid of the bugs,â you say, and Tomura makes a sound thatâs too watery to be laughter. âBut I can get rid of my own, too. I had a whole plan for that hornetsâ nest.â
âYour plan sucked.â It did sort of suck, looking back. Tomuraâs voice is quieter when he speaks again. âYou liked when I was stronger than you.â
âYouâre still stronger than me.â You can feel it when you touch him, a faint thread of power vibrating just beneath his skin. âThatâs not the important stuff.â
âWhat is?â
âEverything else,â you say. âYouâre still you, Tomura. It might feel different to be in the world like this, but youâre still who you are. Thatâs who I want. Who I love.â
Itâs quiet for a long time. âYou liked the way I looked before.â
Itâs a weird enough thing to say to startle a laugh out of you. âThe way you look now is how youâve always looked, Tomura. Your hairâs a different color, thatâs all.â
âI always looked like this.â Tomura sounds skeptical. âYou said I was pretty.â
âYou are pretty.â You reach for the edges of his hood and his hands come up, grasping your wrists, holding you still. He holds you there for a few seconds, then lets go, and lets you pull down the hood.
Itâs him. Those same features you saw outlined in steam in the bathroom, on your back porch with the ashes of a hornetsâ nest at his feet. The same red eyes that have watched you for almost two years, that have catalogued every inch of you, that looked up into yours after the gateway to the world between slammed shut for the last time. Youâve seen all his expressions before, except this one: The way he looks when heâs been crying. As you watch, his pupils open and shut, and more tears slip down his cheeks.
You scramble to wipe them away, cradling his face in your hands. He flinches when your palm gently meets his cheek, and you draw back, only for him to catch your wrist and press your hand hard against his skin. That feels normal enough to make you smile. Tomuraâs never been shy about pulling you around. âYouâre pretty,â you say again. âYouâve never looked any different than this. I like it. I donât care if you do. I donât care about anything except that youâre home.â
âBut ââ
âThe next words out of your mouth had better not be âDabi saidâ.â
An aggrieved silence falls, and you find yourself struggling not to laugh. It feels normal. It feels like any weird little argument you and Tomura have had, except that he canât dematerialize to teach you a lesson and you canât end the fight just by stepping outside. âYou love me,â Tomura ventures after a while. âLike this?â
âDonât be stupid,â you say. âOf course I do.â
Tomura knocks you over a second later.
Cuddling on the couch is more complicated than it used to be, mainly because Tomuraâs a long way from being used to what touch feels like in a truly human form and he canât get comfortable the way he usually would. If he can barely stand to stretch out on top of you, thereâs no way he can handle kissing, and you can tell that the overload of sensation doesnât turn him on so much as it fries his brain. Not that that stops him from trying to kiss you more. âTake it easy,â you say. âYou just got home. I donât want to take you back to the hospital because you tried to kiss me and had a heart attack.â
âThat doesnât happen,â Tomura says with confidence. Then, as you watch, you see him start to doubt himself. Some how heâs less sure about humans now that he is one. âDoes it?â
âIt could.â You remember something from a few days ago about how too much exertion on not enough calories could damage Tomuraâs heart, and he still feels way too thin. âCan you reach your discharge papers? I want to read them.â
He reaches out to grab them from the coffee table, but itâs ever so slightly too far away. Before heâd dematerialize one hand, snatch them, and bring them back. Now he just glares at them and keeps glaring â and as you watch in some mix of surprise and horror, the folder lifts from the table and drops to the ground next to the couch.
Tomura realizes youâre staring at him and smirks. âI never said all my powers were gone.â
Now that heâs realized you still love him, heâs cocky, but youâre not annoyed about it. Youâre not going to forget what it was like when you got home, what it was like to see him cry, and youâre not dumb enough to think today will be the last time it comes up. Tomura flops down again, his head against your chest, and you pick up his discharge papers and flip through them. Sure enough, thereâs one specific instruction highlighted and in bold type. âNo intense physical activity until youâre cleared by a doctor,â you say. Tomura scowls. You keep reading. âYour follow-upâs in two weeks. Itâs not that long.â
âMaybe if we go slow ââ
âNo.â You set the papers down and trace over one tendon in his neck, wincing as he twitches and writhes and digs his knees and elbows into every soft body part you possess. Heâs lying on top of all your stitches, and itâs starting to hurt. âYou can barely handle being touched at all right now. Iâm not going to send you back to the hospital and Iâm not going to melt your brain.â
âItâs my brain. I get to decide ââ
âYou donât get to leave me,â you say, and Tomura looks up, startled. âTwo weeks.â
Tomura studies you for a moment. Then he flops down again. âFine. Two weeks. But then I get to â what happened? Why did you make that noise?â
You tried not to. Really. But one of the too-prominent points of Tomuraâs ribcage just dug directly into one of your largest wounds, and you think you might have popped a stitch. Tomura sits up, pulls you with him, starts yanking at your shirt. âI want to see. Let me see ââ
Your shirt turns to dust in an instant. You didnât realize Tomura could do that to things that werenât alive, and you sit there, bemused. Tomura is staring at you, eyes blazing with fury. âMy marks,â he says, and you nod. It occurs to you that this is the first time heâs seen the extent of your injuries. âHow did he take them out?â
âOne at a time. With a knife.â You try to make light of it, try to sound like it isnât haunting you, like waking up in a hospital bed after it was all over didnât scare you so badly that you had to be sedated. âNot my best Monday ever.â
âDonât joke about it.â Tomuraâs voice is hard. âHe hurt you so much you wanted to die. I should have killed him slower. It should have taken exactly as long as this did.â
You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to cover up the worst of the wounds. The doctors who treated you had decent poker faces, but since youâve gotten home, youâve gone out of your way to avoid getting a good look at what happened. Tomuraâs expression as he looks at you tells you everything you need to know about how bad it is. âI havenât even had them for a week yet,â you say. Your voice sounds thin. âThey wonïżœïżœt look like this forever.â
Tomuraâs jaw clenches. âI donât care what they look like. I care that they hurt.â
You donât know what to say to that. You sit there numbly and Tomura watches you, clearly thinking something over but not doing it, whatever it is. âI canât,â he starts frustrated. âI canât do the thing I want to do anymore. When I wasnât materialized I could ââ
He makes a gesture, and suddenly you understand what he means. You crawl forward across the couch into his arms, and he wraps himself around you. Itâs not like it was before. He canât enfold you completely like he used to, fitting like a second skin. But now youâve got something solid to lean against, someone whoâs warm like you are, someone who maybe understands how you feel about this whole thing. Tomuraâs hugs were always a little awkward, even when he was fully materialized. He didnât understand what was comfortable and what wasnât, why youâd be at ease in one position but not in another, and heâd complain when you tried to adjust. Tomuraâs not complaining now. He adjusts with you, and once youâre settled, you try not to move too much. Itâs weird. But itâs the kind of weird you can get used to.
âYou smell nice,â Tomura says after a little while. He unwraps one arm from around you and sniffs his own armpit. Then he makes a face. âI smell weird.â
âYou smell like the hospital,â you say. âWe can fix that. Want to shower?â
Tomura gives you a suspicious look. âIâm not allowed in the bathroom while youâre in there.â
âThat was before.â You think over the events of the last week. Heâs already seen you naked. The two of you have had sex. Heâs your boyfriend, and heâs human. Whatever objections you had, they arenât valid anymore. âThe rules still apply if either of us is using the toilet, but we can shower together. If you want. Do you want to?â
âDonât be stupid,â Tomura says, which means yes. âI thought youâd never let me.â
There are a lot of things you thought would never happen, and a lot of them happened in the last week. You pull yourself out of Tomuraâs arms reluctantly and lead him up the stairs.
You check over your wound care instructions and Tomuraâs as he gets undressed. Everything looks about the same for both of you. You also take the opportunity to go over the list of known allergens the doctors gave you yesterday. Almost all your soaps and shower products meet the criteria already â low to no scent, hypoallergenic, no harsh chemicals. You set out an extra towel and an extra sponge and lay down a bath mat, then turn on the water.
Since you met Tomura youâve been taking hot showers, but they can be hard on skin, and you donât want Tomura to faint. You opt for warm water instead, take off your own clothes, and inspect your stitches for a moment before stepping into the shower. The spot Tomura elbowed by accident looks unhappy, but the coarse black stitches havenât come undone. Seeing them makes you feel sick. You look away and step into the shower, leaving the door cracked for Tomura to follow you in.
Thereâs room for both of you inside, but itâs a close fit. You have a feeling that you and Tomura will be having a discussion about the impracticality of shower sex at some point in the future, but thatâs not for today. You switch positions carefully with Tomura so that heâs under the majority of the spray and watch him startle as it patters against his skin. You wonder what heâs thinking.
Youâve spent a lot of time wondering what Tomuraâs thinking since you met him, but it occurs to you that you can ask. âWhatâs going on up there?â
âItâs â so much. Loud. But not loud. It feels like â a lot.â Tomuraâs hair is plastered to his face from the water. He pushes it out of his eyes. âIâm fine. I donât want to get out.â
âWe wonât get out,â you promise. âTake the time you need.â
He twists this way and that under the spray, working on getting used to it. Heâs got stitches, too, all of them taken with the same coarse thread as yours. âNow what?â
You pick up a bottle of shampoo. The mild kind. âPut this in your hair and sort of scrub it around, then rinse it out,â you explain. Tomura brushes his hair out of his eyes again, looking vaguely skeptical. âOr I can do it for you.â
âYou.â
You should have known heâd answer like that. Heâs got enough of a height advantage on you that youâre going to need him to sit down for this to work, and there are an awkward few minutes while the two of you get settled. You lean back against the wall, and Tomura leans back against your chest, head tipped forward. âMake sure you close your eyes,â you say. âThis will sting if it gets in them.â
Tomura nods without looking up. You pour some shampoo into your hand and get to work.
His hair is tangled, like always. Worse than always, because heâs been materialized this entire time, and he hasnât brushed it at all. You forget about washing his hair for a second in favor of detangling it, and Tomura slumps back against you. âYouâre still doing that now that Iâm here all the time? I thought youâd stop.â
âDo you want me to stop?â
âNo,â Tomura says quickly. You return your attention to the knot youâre working through. âI thought it was just because I was a ghost.â
Huh. âWhat other things do you think I was only doing because you were a ghost?â
The answer, it turns out, is a lot of things. If Tomura had asked any of the other ghosts about them, he wouldnât have had to worry, but they probably would have told him not to be stupid, which is probably why he didnât ask. No wonder he was upset when you got back, if he thought he was losing so many things â sleeping on top of you, sitting on your lap, having his hair played with, being held. He names gesture after gesture as you untangle his hair, and you reassure him about each one.
Once youâve worked through all the knots, you move on to washing Tomuraâs hair in earnest. You donât think youâre doing a very good job, but when your fingers slow their progress, Tomura complains in a voice that sounds distinctly sleepy. âDonât. Itâs nice.â
You add conditioner, too. Tomura probably wonât bother with it in the future, but you might as well give him soft hair while you can get away with it. Then you shake him out of relaxation and help him to his feet to wash off. Heâs sort of floppy when heâs tired, and although you can already tell that itâll annoy you sometimes, right now itâs just cute. Thereâs no way youâre telling him heâs cute. You hand him a sponge and some soap and put him in charge of washing his front. Youâll take care of his back.
The fight left Tomura beaten up all over, but his back took a lot of damage while he was caught between the living world and the world between, and itâs where the majority of his stitches are. Even looking at them upsets you. You canât help but think that if youâd been faster to get to him, if youâd been stronger, if youâd called the others to help you instead of waiting for them to come on their own, he wouldnât have spent so long trapped between worlds. He wouldnât have been hurt like this. But thatâs only the last set of mistakes you made. If youâd killed his conjurer like you meant to, heâd still be a ghost, and thereâd be no marks on him at all.
âHey.â Tomura glances over his shoulder at you, and you realize that your hands have gone still. You duck closer, hiding your face, and go back to washing, but Tomuraâs not fooled. You keep forgetting, somehow, that he knows you as well as you know him. âDonât make that face. Youâre just a human. What were you supposed to do?â
âKill him.â Your voice wavers. âSo you could be human because you wanted to. Not because you didnât have a choice.â
âDonât be stupid,â Tomura says. He turns to face you, and when you donât look up, his hand rises to hold your jaw and tilt it upward. âIf I was just doing it to avoid going back, it wouldnât have worked. I wanted to be like this.â
You know that, but â âI wish I hadnât let you get hurt.â
âYeah, and I wish I hadnât let my conjurer torture you.â Tomura gives you a few seconds of protesting that characterization of events before he springs his trap. âSee how dumb it sounds when I say it? It sounds dumber from you, since youâre the human and it wasnât even your job. You told me the stupid plan the others had. You were never supposed to do it.â
He pauses for a moment. âI guess it would have worked if Iâd been materialized, though. Dabi saw you stab him. He said it was kind of hot.â
Your mind goes sort of blank at the sheer weirdness of that statement. âAnd heâs still alive because?â
âI can kill him whenever I want to,â Tomura says. He turns away again, and you go back to washing off the unstitched parts of his skin, shaking your head in bemusement. âI bet it was really hot.â
Tomura thinks the fact that you ran his conjurer through with a fire poker is hot. Thatâs probably a good thing, because youâre not sorry you did it. You rest your forehead against the back of his neck for a second, resisting the urge to kiss him, and note that his pale skin is turning pink and flushed from the water. The waterâs not that warm. You should probably get him out of here sooner rather than later. Inko warned you that newly embodied ghosts arenât aware of the physical sensations that proceed things like throwing up or passing out, and youâd really prefer for Tomura not to faint in here.
Tomura complains about having to get out, but you remind him that showering is something humans have to do regularly and shoo him out anyway. You stay in a little longer to wash up, then step out into a mildly steamy bathroom. For a moment youâre cast back into the memory of the first time you saw Tomura face to face â in this bathroom, outlined by the steam, looking you up and down with a smile you couldnât identify as creepy or not. Thinking about it now, you know it wasnât creepy. He was proud of himself for figuring out how to make himself visible, proud that you could see him at last. Standing here more than a year later, itâs hard to believe how much has changed.
There are puddles of water down the hall on the way to the bedroom, evidence that while Tomuraâs figured out showering, he hasnât figured out drying off. When you step into your room, you find more evidence in the form of a pile of wet clothes discarded on the ground. Jinâs mom said that the ghosts have to learn by experience sometimes. You glance towards the bed and find Tomura sitting on it, dressed in a pair of pink sweatpants of unknown provenance and â âUm, is that my shirt?â
âYeah.â Tomura gives you that dumbest-person-ever look. Youâre not thrilled to see that itâs survived his embodiment. âIt was right there. It fits.â
You buy your pajama shirts almost comically oversized, and Tomuraâs not all that much taller than you. Something thatâs huge on you is still pretty big on him. It fits, but itâs the principle of the thing. âDidnât the others give you clothes?â
âYeah. They didnât smell right.â Tomura pulls the collar of the shirt up over his nose and mouth and breathes in. âThis one smells like you.â
You were never into stealing your boyfriendâs hoodies, back when you had human boyfriends. You donât love wearing other peopleâs clothes. But apparently there has to be at least one clothing thief in every relationship, and Tomuraâs taken over the role. Tomura yawns so widely that his jaw pops, then recoils. âWhat was that? Why did I do that?â
âThatâs a yawn. Youâre tired.â You were thinking about street clothes, but just like you did the last time you and Tomura were in this room together, you opt for pajamas instead. âI could go for a nap, too.â
You climb into bed on your usual side, leaving the door cracked open for Phantom in case she comes up, and Tomura gets awkwardly into bed on the other side. âHow do I do it?â
âDo what?â
âSleep.â
Right â heâs spent the last week either in an induced coma or heavily sedated. He hasnât had the chance yet to fall asleep naturally. âGet comfortable,â you say, and Tomura, semi-predictably, abandons his side of the bed in favor of getting in your personal space. âNow close your eyes. Youâre tired, so I bet your eyelids feel kind of heavy, right? Let them close. Think about stuff if you want to think about it, or donât think about anything. Itâll happen on its own.â
âThat sounds too easy,â Tomura mumbles, half-asleep already. âSometimes it takes you forever.â
âSometimes itâs harder than others,â you admit. âItâs pretty easy right now. Just relax.â
Tomura mumbles something else, but you can feel the tension leaving his body, until heâs relaxed save for the icy thread of ghostly power running through him. Itâs faint, but you have the sense that thatâs illusory, at least a little bit. Tomura might be permanently embodied now, but heâs the most powerful of the embodied ghosts, and probably still the least human. He canât dematerialize anymore and he needs to eat and sleep, but it feels likely that the effect of his powers on your daily life wonât change too much.
But you can figure that out later. Right now heâs asleep next to you, his red eyes closed, his lips parted slightly, warm and breathing and undeniably alive. The same kind of alive as you are, finally. For good.
You shift a little closer to him, and his arm wraps around you tightly. Thatâs fine with you. You close your eyes and fall asleep almost as fast as he did.
When you wake up, itâs to the sound of your phone buzzing, startling you out of a nightmare. You have all kinds of material for nightmares now, and your subconscious has been mixing and matching it in increasingly horrible combinations for the last few nights â or afternoons, since you can tell by the light coming through the window that sunset is a ways off. You reach for your phone, desperate for a distraction, and Tomuraâs arms tighten around you. He sounds like heâs mostly asleep when he speaks. âNo.â
âIâm not leaving,â you say. You get ahold of your phone and flip it to silent before reading the texts. Theyâre from Shinsou.
Shinsou: are u guys coming or not
Shinsou: everybody else is
Shinsou: Eri says you have to or sheâll cry
Shinsou: she says Tomura promised
She mentioned something about that earlier. You shake Tomuraâs shoulder. âDid you promise Eri youâd come to the party?â
âNo.â Thereâs a pause. âShe wouldnât leave until I said yes.â
Great. âHow much do you care about making her cry?â
âI donât care,â Tomura mumbles. You wait. âShe backed me up in the fight. I owe her.â
âSo we have to go,â you realize. The idea is less upsetting to you now than it was when you first heard about it, namely because you just had a nightmare and you donât want to go back to bed. You text Shinsou back. Your dad said itâs a costume party. Do we have to have costumes?
Yeah. Shinsou sends a shrugging emoji. Not serious ones. One of my dads is going all out and the other one just has cat ears on.
Aizawa can get away with just cat ears â heâs the one hosting the party. You and Tomura are going to have to come up with something a little better. Shinsou texts again. It starts in an hour. Be there. You really donât want Eri to cry.
Youâd feel really bad making Eri cry, especially now that you remember her helping Tomura during the fight â and saving your life just beforehand. You start to sit up, and Tomura drags you back down. âNo. I like sleeping. I want to sleep.â
âHumans sleep every night,â you remind him. âYou can go back to sleep later. Right now we have to go to a party.â
It takes a while to drag Tomura out of bed â twenty minutes at least, leaving you with forty minutes to come up with some kind of costume. You get in your own way a little bit when you realize how cute Tomura looks with bedhead, then order yourself to pull it together. Tomura canât shadow you as closely as he did when he could dematerialize, but he still gives it his best shot, and you two end up colliding and tripping on each other â and on Phantom â way more than is actually necessary. After ransacking your house for costume ideas and coming up with nothing, you finally turn to Google for help.
Tomura reads over your shoulder. âThese are dumb. I thought Halloween was supposed to be scary.â
âIt is,â you say. You decide to get into the part of Halloween thatâs supposed to be sexy later â later, as in next year. Or never. âThis is the wrong neighborhood for scary, though. No matter what I dress up as, I wonât be scarier than everybody else who lives here.â
And thatâs when it clicks for you, oddly enough â it clicks, and you canât help but laugh. The perfect low-effort Halloween costume. How did you not think of it before? Tomura eyes you suspiciously. âWhy are you laughing?â
âI have an idea. It might get us kicked out.â
âIf we get kicked out, we can come back and go to sleep again,â Tomura says. Introducing Tomura to the concept of naptime may have been a mistake. âWhat is it?â
You head for the stairs, and the linen closet. âYouâll see.â
It takes you approximately two seconds to assemble the first costume, and once you do, you show Tomura. It occurs to you way too late that he might think itâs offensive. But once he realizes what you are, he cracks up laughing â then wincing, as the laughter strains the stitches on his back. âTheyâre going to hate it,â he says. âI bet they wonât even let us in.â
âIf they donât let us in, then we get to go home right away.â You gesture at the linen closet. âPick your poison.â
It takes you a few more minutes to leave, mostly because Tomura insists on bringing Phantom, and Phantom needs a costume, too. Sheâs a lot less into her costume than you and Tomura are. She keeps wiggling out of it, and while Tomura tries to lure her back under the sheet, you peer out the front window. The street still looks like hell. Everybodyâs houses are still at least partially wrecked. If you drove past this neighborhood, not knowing anything about who lives here and why this happened, youâd avoid it like the plague.
You watch as Keigo and Dabi and Natsu leave their house. Natsu looks like heâs wearing normal clothes, but Keigo has a fake halo and Dabi has a pair of devil horns on. It occurs to you that Dabi might be the only other person in the neighborhood who thinks your costume is funny.
âI got her to wear it,â Tomura says, and you turn to look. Thereâs Phantom, wearing a flower-patterned pillowcase with holes cut out for her ears, eyes, and nose â and thereâs Tomura, wearing a grey sheet over her head with holes cut out so he can see. âI think sheâs mad at me.â
âSheâs not mad,â you say. Youâre pretty sure sheâll forgive you both when she realizes youâre headed over to Aizawaâs house. Shinsou is probably her favorite person other than Tomura. âYou look pretty.â
Tomura gives you a once-over. Your sheet is lavender, and you accessorized with a pair of reading glasses you accidentally stole from Mr. Yagiâs office and never gave back. âCute,â he decides. âThe sooner they kick us out, the sooner we can come back.â
He heads for the door, opens it, and steps outside. You gather up Phantomâs leash and follow him onto the porch. When you turn to lock the door, Tomura stops you. His eyes crinkle at the corners, the way they do when heâs smiling creepily on purpose. âDonât bother,â he says. âThis neighborhood is still mine.â
âIâll take your word for it.â You tuck your keys back into your pocket and make your way down the front steps, to the front gate, and out onto the sidewalk. Itâs not until you hear the gateâs hinges creak open again that you realize Tomura hasnât followed you. You turn back. âTomura?â
Tomuraâs hesitating on the far side of the property line. You canât figure out why. Heâs left before. He was away from the house for five days â but not by choice. The ambulance took him away and the other ghosts brought him back, but in all the time since he was summoned, Tomuraâs never left the property of his own free will. You hold out the hand that isnât grasping Phantomâs leash, and he comes closer to take it. His hand is warm.
Warm, and a little sweaty. Heâs nervous. âWe donât have to go to this thing,â you tell him. âYou just got home today. Itâs a lot. If youâd rather stay home, we can.â
âYou want to go.â
âI think it might be fun.â Mostly you want to see what Hizashi does when you roll up to his party dressed like the worldâs most stereotypical, low-budget ghost. âBut I still like itâs best when itâs just us. If you donât want to go, we wonât. Iâm not leaving you.â
âBecause you love me,â Tomura says, almost hesitantly. You nod. âI love you, too.â
Itâs a good thing youâve got the sheet on. Youâre not sure you want Tomura to see the goofy smile youâre wearing. Tomura raises his free hand and touches your mouth through the sheet, feeling along the curve of it until you dare to kiss the tips of his fingers. He startles, and you remember the touch sensitivity. Itâs fine when heâs the one initiating contact, since heâs the one who decides what he can handle, but you need to be careful. âSorry.â
âDonât be stupid,â Tomura says. He kisses you.
Itâs not a great kiss, given that there are two layers of cotton between your mouth and his, but youâll take it. Youâve always been willing to take what you can get from Tomura, and youâve gotten more than you ever expected. It came at a price, sure. Youâll be paying that price in one way and another for the rest of your life, but itâs worth it. It would be worth it if Tomura never crossed the property line again.
But Tomura draws away from you without letting go of your hand and steps forward. You step back to give him space, and watch as he sets one foot over the line and onto the sidewalk, and then the other. And all at once, for the first time in a hundred and ten years, thereâs nothing wrong with your house at all.
The End
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022. vending machine dates | smau + written (450)
IN WHICH ?! ⶠY/nâs junior year is ending, photos are being taken left and right, her being forgetful she had forgotten that she never had taken a photo in the beginning of the year for picture day due to her being sick. Looking over her friends yearbook surprised to see herself with a blank photo. She stormed into the yearbook committee asking why she wasnât in it, that left a bad first impression on yang jungwon, but his wasnât any better.
Y/n was waiting by the new vending machine the school had just gotten. She was waiting for Jungwon to show up since the two have their first period together.
She could hear Rikiâs chaotic laugh miles away, knowing Jungwon must be close since the two are always together.
âHi, Y/n,â Jungwon waved as he and Riki walked up to the girl. âDid you get something from the vending machine while you waited? There was some traffic in the parking lot as always.â
âUh, I didnât. I donât have a dollar on me.â Y/n sighed. âWhat do you want?â Jungwon said as he was pulling his wallet out. âOh noâitâs fine, you donât have to.â Y/n nervously laughed.
âItâs just a dollar, itâs nothing.â Jungwon chuckled. âYou can get me a coffee if you can guess what flavor I get.â Y/n huffed, she had never told him her preference of coffee before so he wouldnât have been able to guess it right.
âRiki, what coffee does she like?â Jungwon asked, turning his head to the taller boy, knowing he would tell him. âVanilla.â Riki answered. âBoring.â Jungwon dragged out as he punched in the code for Vanilla coffee.
âYeah, and hazelnut coffee is not boring?â Y/n scoffed. âYou havenât been to the cafe in a while, are you tired of coffee all of the sudden?â Y/n asked as he handed her bottled coffee to her.
âJust been super busy, Wonyoung is getting sponsors like crazy. Weâve been doing photoshoots like two days a week.â
âI donât know how she does it, if I was her and some famous online personality I'd drop out.â Y/n shrugged her shoulders.
â
Them meeting at the vending machine everyday became a part of their schedules, even if they didnât have a first period together.
âWhat is this turning into, vending machine dates? you guys are here every morning.â Ningning joked as she approached the two that stood at the vending machine. âHi, Ning. I thought you wanted to go find Soul, where is he?â Y/n asked.
âHeâs doing this early dance club practice before the first period starts. Speaking of, you guys donât even have a first period together today, why are you always here? Is your little rivalry over?â She asked.
âI donât know.â
âWe kinda just talk to each other.â
The two spoke over each other.
âOkay so is it, are we friends I donât know or like you just have no one else to talk to?â
âUhmâI donât know?â Y/nâs eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Jungwon was gonna speak but the bell cut him off. The three had to go to the first period.
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ehm idk if i can still do this, please take it into consideration! i just saw the post about sending requestsđ hope you don't mind and give them a chance pretty please?
so, there're two songs that i really really like, but i get really excited thinking about various characters ahahaa, please consider the one you think is most suitable or you like the mostđ€
đ reki/student!dazai + "I love you, baby, baby, baby, I've been screaming the whole neighborhood knows (I like you)", "I don't have a car, I don't have a license either, but I promise you one thing, oh, I'll get along with your dad for you" (serenade - boynextdoor)
đ shoto/bakugo/shinso + "Studying love, oh, everyone calling me a fool, no, don't laugh at me, I'm being honest", "You're driving me crazy but I like you" (but i like you - boynextdoor)
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i love you, baby, baby, baby, iâve been screaming the whole neighborhood knows (i like you). i don't have a car, i don't have a license either, but i promise you one thing, oh, iâll get along with your dad for you
reki has never been a subtle person. itâs just not in his nature, what can he say?Â
he loves you loudly. youâre his best friend, after all.Â
heâs not entirely sure when this loud admiration grew from friendship to genuine romantic love. he feels very deeply, falls too easily (or so his mom says). but he doesnât care. he just knows he loves you.Â
this much is apparent when youâre woken up at six in the morning on a wednesday by your favorite song blasting full volume from outside your house.
you stumble to the windowâbedhead and allâready to yell at whoever had this genius idea, when you see reki standing proudly below, waving a speaker above his head.Â
you feel your cheeks flush, pulling on a sweater and shoes before rushing outside to greet him.Â
you canât help but smile at the way he lights up upon seeing you, and youâre giddy when he runs and picks you up in a hug.Â
âwhat are you doing, idiot?â you laugh when he sets you down. he beams at you.Â
âi love you! i was sitting at home all night and i felt like iâd die if i didnât tell you.â
as if you didnât already know. you burrow into his embrace, cheek squished against his.Â
âwell yeah, dummy. but whatâd you need with the music?â
reki shrugs. âi saw it in a movie.â
âof course you did,â you huff, unable to wipe the smile off your face. âwhatever. i love you too, dorkass.â
hihi! sorry this took so long LMAO i loved the prompts but i had absolutely zero idea what to do. my brain is fried from exam season. i hope you liked it! i'll have the shinsou one out soon <33 love - đđđđđą
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30.5 - the facetime call. (written)
WORD COUNT: 0.3K+ !!NOT PROOFREAD!!
warnings : stalking behavior is mentioned a bit
you didnât know why. why was hari doing all of this? over a guy?
you sighed and called your friend group. you watched them appear one by one.
âwhatâs going on yn? are you okay?â sunoo said, filled with concern.
âhari found out my phone number. she basically threatened me. iâm scared, i guess.â
âyn oh my god im so sorry. we should definitely report her for it. she should get some charges with that. who does she think she is?â yoon angrily said.
âhmm sheâs probably born into a wealthy family. the mailboxes, phone numbers, and her being everywhere you and sunghoon are at? she probably hired someone to give her that information. sheâs basically a stalker!â jake said with a concerned expression. âmaybe it just wouldnât work out.â
âjake, i donât think i can handle hari tormenting me forever. i might as well leave the school.â
âyn, we will figure it out together.â minnie and yeojin said in agreement.
âhari is just nothing but a wealthy, manipulative liar. she even tried to convince me that you guys were going against my back..like did she not glare at all of you? you guys constantly talk about hari anyways, i wont let her words affect me muchâ you moved from your couch into your room. âsheâs trying so hard to bring me down for what?â
âeasy, sheâs jealous. sheâs jealous that a certain someone gives you heart eyes but not her.â sunoo smirked, âiâll find a way to bring hari down, donât worry about it too much. you know we will always have your back.â
âwe should probably discuss a plan, no?â yoon said with excitement. âcanât wait to bring hari down!â
you and the others continued to talk for hours. maybe, just maybe, youâll stop hari from her crazy actions. how will you do that? maybe fate will help crush her down.
if her crazy actions get leaked online, she would be gone for goodâhopefully charges would get placed on her. although, sheâs probably rich enough to pay it off, how would she fix her reputation?
who knows?
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Something to think about on this fine day....
Shinou has to get a vaccine. He hates vaccines. You make them more fun with bandaids in the most absurd colors and designs.
But what designs does he pick to put on your arm when you get your vaccine?
dira ur making my brain go crazy !!!!! that is the cutest little thing in thE WORLD !!! i couldnt help but write a little smth for that đ„șđ„ș
its 715 words and i dont mention the needles or go into detail abt the vaccine itself !! đ§Ąâš
ty for inspiring me my beloved !!! its good to get out of the one-track-mind i get in when i work on One Project ! đ„čđ§Ąâš
(also all this is written on my phone, i havent had energy to proof read as it just came quickly to me !!! đ§Ą)
"hitoshi, get up." you playfully smack at his forearm but all it does is make him curl more in on himself. you snort a laugh and when you try to get your hands underneath the blanket to tickle him, your cat Soup joins the fray. you sit back on your haunches with a raised brow, "you can't hide in there forever. we have to leave in a few minutes."
a sound between a groan and a whine is heard from the pile in front of you before he dramatically throws the duvet off of him and spreads his arms fully onto the bed, "I don't wanna." he moans with his eyes glued shut. you shake your head at his childish antics from his valid fear, "i know baby but you gotta. im in the high risk group, right? and with your job you-" he starts blabbering noises to make you stop before he admits with a pout, "i know.."
you lean down and kiss his forehead, "is there a way i can make this easier? a treat from starbucks on the way back? a muffin from the bakery?"
shinsou huffs, "y'kno we have shared economy, right?"
you roll your eyes, "it's the act of me buying it for you, not the actual money spent."
he blows you a raspberry. you laugh and kiss his nose, "what if we bring our own band-aids? the ones you love with the kittens?"
shinsou's eyes show his earnest excitement about that when he tries to steel his expression. then, he grabs your cheeks with his hands and looks into your eyes, a serious expression painted in his features, "will you put it on me?"
you smile, "if they let me."
it makes it easier. you're also incredibly lucky that the lady vaccinating the both of you is incredibly kind and patient. she lets you go first to show shinsou that it isn't that scary and she lets him put on a band-aid on you if he sanitizes his hands first, which is a good step for him to know that she'll let you do the same when it's his turn. he spent a few minutes debating which band-aids each of you should get and when you see what he put on you, you can't help but coo at him.
it's the one with the black cat that looks like his old cat, the one aizawa and yamada had back when he moved in with them - he's been very careful about when those band-aids are to be used lest they run out, but here he is, willingly putting one on you.
for himself, he's chosen the one that he knows is your favorite. it's the one with the cat you think is the cutest because of the pose. the doctor goes through each step carefully for shinsou as you hold his hand and keep his eyes focused on you.
it's honestly over before he realizes, but he squeezes your hand a moment longer than necessary, as if to silently thank you for being there through his odd anxiety (you don't think it's half as odd as he thinks himself). he only lets go when you need your hand to put on the band-aid.
he sighs out in relief after you've put it on, but let out a surprised yelp when you pat the area after you've put on the band-aid. you heave in a quick breath before you apologize, "i'm so sorry babe that was reflex! i didn't mean to.. oh god, it didn't hurt too bad right?"
he ends up just laughing at you, "you're really hurting me after i've gone through this?"
on the way out you're holding hands, your thumb caressing the hand in yours, reminding him you're here and that he was very brave. when you prompt him about which reward he would like, he scratches the back of his neck as he admits, "i'd like both the coffee and the muffin.. and a kiss."
you happily oblige to all three wishes, only teasing him about being greedy but promising him you'll never deprive him from what he wants. it's a successful day.
you're not sure how to tell him that he'll need to repeat it next year. you'll wait at least 10-11 months before telling him, you think - and you'll maybe buy the specific band-aids as soon as possible and hide them, so you're sure you have them if they're out of production next year.
#AAAAAA DIRA UR MAKING ME GO CRAZY THIS WAS SO CUTE#honestly shinsou being afraid of it is such a cute thought. he'd ve so precious abt it#AND THE BAND AIDS đ„čđ„čđđđđ#bnha x reader#shinsou hitoshi x reader#shinsou hitoshi fluff#bnha fluff#nohr.writing#nohr.bnha#idk if this is over 500words but im Pretty Sure it is so i put it under the read more just in case !!!#edit i counted after and its 715!!!#nohr.talks#lovenote: dira đ„°âš
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bakusquad when you have a concussion
a/n: i got hit in the head and now have a concussion and fucked up a nerve in my eye so,,,, here we aređ
tw// none I think?? besides mild language!
BAKUGO â
âidiot, what do you mean you have a fucking concussion!? what the hell did you do!â we all know this man has no chill and that does not stop upon you getting hurt. is very worried about what happened, but struggles to express it in a way that wonât mess your head up more. he tries though! heâll make your favorite food and get all your meds, but is low key overbearing about it. you canïżœïżœt really sleep it off since heâs constantly coming to check on you. if you tell him to back off, he will, but heâll text you from the other room to let him know if you need anything âjust in case!â
KIRISHIMA â
has no idea what that means or what to do. he knows that you have to go to the hospital for head injuries because of first aid training but after that?? useless, heâll look it up though and ask exactly what you need him to do. if you want him to stick around while youâre resting, he definitely will. king of back rubs and head massages, has you so relaxed that sleeping is a piece of cake. he kinda treats it as if youâre sick: bringing you snacks, giving you meds, which is all good until you go a bit stir crazy in which heâll go walk with you around campus.
SERO â
âoh shit, really?â this man swings from buildings with tape on his elbows, heâs had his fair share of head injuries. does what his mom used to do for him, helps you to take a shower, lets you go nap and makes some food in the meantime, gets a note to excuse him from school the day after it happens so he can stay with you and makes sure to wake you up every few hours and take care of yourself. is very sweet and understanding about it, and doesnât push you to get better before you are. will let you nap in his bed and curl up to his side, heâll stay as long as he can, watching TV silently and pressing kisses to your hair softly.
KAMINARI â
straight up freezes when you tell him. both wants to comfort you and doesnât think heâll do a good job. heâll help you as much as he can when it comes to getting you what you need, even goes as far as asking bakugo to make an extra serving of his food so youâll have a nice home cooked meal, but refuses to let himself be in the room while your sleeping. he knows heâs fidgety and thatâs the last thing you need right now so heâll go chill in someone elseâs room or downstairs, but if youâre awake, heâll offer to stay with you but only if you promise to tell him if heâs bugging you. really worried about being a nuisance, but heâs a huge help the entire time.
MINA â
doesnât know exactly how she can help you but makes sure she gets everything you need for when youâre better. itâs low key the most sheâs paid attention in class all year. lecture notes? done. homework? collected. any sort of cheat sheet or study guide? not only did she get them, she filled them out for you and got them double checked just to make sure youâre in good hands. while youâre still sick though, she basically makes you a period kit without the sanitary items: meds, chocolate, heating pad, one of her hoodies, snacks, itâs all there for when you need it. offers to lie with you when youâre trying to nap and letâs you steal all her covers.
(BONUS)
SHINSOU â
the second you tell him you have a concussion, he is on it. will take you up to his dorm and turn off the lights, get you meds, and ask if you want him to stay or leave. heâs had his own fair share of head aches and head injuries so he wants to make you as comfortable as possible. if you ask him to leave, heâll kiss your forehead gently and then go downstairs until either you wake up, you need to take more meds, or itâs been too long. if you ask him to stay, heâll hold you close, play with your hair if it helps, and chill until itâs dinner or he has to get up.
JIROU â
poor babe is SO worried that sheâs gonna make it worse. gets you any meds you need and tea to go with it even though sheâs not the best at making it. low key is scared to touch you in case sheâll make it worse?? but also if you ask for a hug or to go lie down, is 100% down for it. huge sigh of relief when you tell her youâre feeling better and will like,,, flop on top of you for at least an hour as she lets go of all her stress.
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shinsoushinsoushinsouâŠ..sorry for going insane, he brings it out of me. I lobe him so much. This fic is so fun and sooooooooo tender đđđđđ Hitoshi is just That Guy, THE boyfriend. I love so many moments from this fic and like I literally couldnât stop doodling for it. The dynamic between reader and shinsou went CRAZY so thatâs why they feature so much in this lol, the way they handle each other with so much care UGHHHH the pining UGGGHNNNNNNN. I live for it. It made me so happy. (Itâs also funny how you mention that these doodles grounded you because like omg reading your ficus and drawing for them grounds ME, like theyâve been so helpful to me recently) I hope u enjoy <3333333
it's him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! our beautiful boyfriend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love himb!!!!!!!!!
GOD he is pretty. he is so pretty. you draw him so gorgeously. he's already pretty in canon, and then you draw him with fun little expressions canon doesn't let him show ; ; i don't even know what to do with this. i've hoarded this ask for a few days bc i simply haven't any idea how to move on with my life. it's so good. he's so good. look at him!!! the blush. the muscles. the neck. the sailor mercury shirt. his sooooooft looking hair. the beautifully SUFFOCATING way he hugs. that angry lil side profile in the turtleneck is going to kill me
and oh!!!! i really like the panelling in this!!! it makes it vibrant, somehow!! makes it pop!! and ohhhhhh you wrote his naaaaaaaaame on his wriiiiiiiiist and gave him sexy little rings. you're RIGHT. he WOULD. hoy boy shit. and of course the way you're representing reader is HILARIOUS, oh my gosh. it's like she only feels things to the extreme. i especially love her panicked expression on the phone; it reminds me of (and this is meant to be a compliment!!!) temmie from undertale??? it's VERY funny to look at. love it.
i love you. i feel at this point that i should send you a gift basket, or something. you always make my day xx.
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Binary
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Chapter 37/?
âBinary code is a series of zeroes and ones strung together in a specific sequence. On paper, itâs useless. Annoying. Worthless. But put that same string of zeroes and ones into a computer, and suddenly itâs a language far more complex than the human mind can comprehend. I was the same way. The world decided I wasnât good enough in the physical plane, so I went digital. Thatâs why I chose the name Binary. And you should be very,â He smirks at the underground hero on the screen, âVery afraid of the reach I have here. Aizawa Shouta.â
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Midoriya Izuku is tired of the world treating him like nothing. So he decides to becoming a hacker to show the world that nothing can be anything.
Featuring Midoriya Izuku as the Genius Hacker Aizawa Shouta as the problem child wrangler Yamada Hizashi as the moral support to his husband Tsukauchi Naomasa as the man who needs a long vacation PLEASE Shinsou Hitoshi as the intentionally adopted one Toga Himiko as the unintentionally adopted one Dabi as the really didnât want to be adopted one but he guesses this is his life now and Nedzu as the Rat God of UA
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Izuku does his best to not show a reaction to Nedzuâs statement. Internally, heâs freaking out. Thereâs no way Nedzu doesnât know if heâs wording it like that. Heâs the smartest creature in the world. Thereâs no way heâs dodging the Rat God of UA for any longer. He takes a deep breath to keep his composure. This could be the last free moment he has, after all. Better to handle it with as much grace as he possibly can.Â
âWhat do we need to speak about, Nedzu-san?â He asks calmly.
Nedzu giggles with a sadistic sparkle in his eyes, âOh I think you know. Donât you, Midoriya-kun?âÂ
âPerhaps we do. But you should clarify. Just to make sure weâre on the same page before we say anything.â Izuku shifts a bit to get a bit comfortable in the hospital bed. He knows this is about to be a long and grueling conversation.
He also knows that Hitoshi is looking at him like heâs crazy and Himiko is probably biting on her nails in nervousness. He should remind Dabi before heâs locked up to get her some of that anti-biting nail polish. Nedzu doesnât answer him right away. Instead, the stoat moves over to the only other chair in the hospital room to hop up into it. He guesses that Nedzu also realizes this will be a long conversation and would rather not be standing for it.Â
âIâm here to discuss the fact that you are, indeed, Binary the hacker,â Nedzu says bluntly.Â
Dabi sucks in a harsh breath as Mirko and Hawks both shout in shock. Himiko whimpers softly at his side, chewing harsher on one of her nails. Izuku reaches over without breaking eye contact with Nedzu to gently pull her hand away from her mouth and hold it between his own to comfort her. âAnd how have you come to that conclusion?â He questions levelly. He will admit to nothing until he knows what kind of proof Nedzu holds.Â
âOh many things really! Many, many things. The fact that you were spotted nearby the police station when the first Binary box appeared. The fact that the second Binary box appeared right after Shinsou-kun was taken into your home. The fact that the news crew that invaded UA grounds reported all of their connections dying just when your family was set to enter next. The fact that only you saw the main intruder that day. The fact that every single time an incident has occurred at UA, we staff members have been notified by an outside source that, for the longest time, we only knew as Catra.â
Himiko squeezes Izukuâs hand tighter. Izuku shows no outward difference and focuses on keeping his heart rate and breathing steady. Nedzu either doesnât notice these things or doesnât comment on them. Instead, he just continues, âNow, these could all just be marked as coincidences. Very strange ones but coincidences nonetheless. Until today, that is.â
Izuku raises his chin a bit as he stares at Nedzu. Heâs not trying to establish dominance. He knows he wouldnât get very far with that. Heâs mainly trying to create a façade of indifference and confidence. Whether it does anything for him or not, he doesnât care. At least they canât paint him as resistant or cowardly this way. âWhat happened today?â He asks just as calmly.Â
Nedzuâs smirk widens sharply, âI finally tracked Binaryâs IP address. Iâm guessing because you are here and not at your computer setup to block me. And your little companion, Catra, has been here with you.âÂ
Izuku closes his eyes. It truly is the nail in the coffin. And Nedzu is right, the only reason the IP address could be tracked was because no one was monitoring his firewalls right now. All Nedzu wouldâve had to do was pick away at it until it gave. He lets out a sigh and nods. âSo thatâs that,â he says quietly. Nedzu just hums in agreement.
âNo!â Hitoshi suddenly screams, jumping up, âNo, no! Thatâs not that! You donât get it! That canât be it!âÂ
âHitoshi?â Izuku asks, confused.
Nedzu blinks, obviously not anticipating such a deep objection. Especially from Hitoshi, âShinsou-kun, whatâs the matter? Do you have some objections to our accusation? If so, I can assure you that weâve already had Tsukauchi confirm with Iwai-san. You were very clever in attempting to get him to redirect when questioned.âÂ
âNo! Iâm not-! Thatâs not-!â Hitoshi groans loudly, running his hands through his hair in frustration, âWhat happens now?! You have to tell us what happens with Izuku now!â
âPardon? I donât understand why that has to be discussed right now.âÂ
âStop stalling! You know what CATRA is, right?!â Nedzu nods at the frantic question, trying to determine what exactly Hitoshi was trying to get at, âThen you know what sheâs capable of! Trust me when I say, right now, you HAVE to tell us what happens with Izuku now that you know heâs Binary! We have to know now before it goes any further!âÂ
âNothing will happen to him,â Nedzu says certainly, âWell, aside from becoming my personal student so his hacking profile can become more above board.â
âNothing at all besides that? No jail time? No fines? No taking him away and locking him up somewhere? Nothing?âÂ
âNo, of course not. Heâs a minor and, even though hacking is a highly illegal thing, he only did it when assisting to capture criminals or those criminally aligned. Weâre writing it off as a âdumb teenager doing dumb teenager things,â so to speak.â
Hitoshi sighs in relief, slumping back down in the chair before pulling out his cellphone, âSee CATRA? Abandon the order. Please.âÂ
Izuku whips his head around to him. Order? What order? Even Nedzu seems extremely confused. Hitoshi puts his phone away after a moment. A beeping sound comes from his vitals monitor. Everyone turns to his monitor screen to see a familiar (well, at least to Izuku and his family) cat displayed on it. She bows to the room, calling out, âGreetings. I am a Computer and Technical Real-time Assistant. CATRA for simplicity.â
Izuku can see Hawksâ jaw drop at her introduction. Nedzu stares for a moment before starting to cackle in what is clearly glee. âMy goodness!â He exclaims, âI knew you were AI, but to be this intelligent is nothing short of incredible!âÂ
CATRA bows again in thanks at his praise. Nedzuâs hand then moves to his chin as he questions, âI am curious at Hitoshiâs insistence of me telling him what Izukuâs punishment would be. Which, as I stated before, is nothing beyond becoming my personal student.âÂ
CATRA glances at Izuku before her head turns away, ears folding down to her virtual skull in what seems to be shame. Hitoshi whispers to her quietly, âItâs okay. They should know. Izuku should know. Especially now that we know nothing will happen.âÂ
The sound that comes from the monitor sounds like a long meow but Izuku knows it as a sigh. This doesnât seem good. She turns her face back to Nedzuâs direction and says with conviction, âWhen it was discovered that you were actively attempting to trace Izuku down, I enacted a plan: Should it come to light that you knew of Binaryâs true existence and were planning to place extreme punishments on him, all files that existed within Binaryâs mainframe would be deleted. Forever.â
Himiko, Dabi, Hawks, and Mirko donât react to that with anything more than confusion. Nedzuâs eyebrows (Does a stoat even have eyebrows? Eye ridges, maybe?) raise in response to that. Izuku, on the other hand, scrambles to fully face the monitor without dislodging his leg from its propped position, âCATRA why would you do that?! Do you know what wouldâve happened if you had?! You wouldâve been completely deleted as well!âÂ
Himiko gasps with a stricken look on her face. Dabiâs hands come up to cover his face but he doesnât say anything in response to that. CATRA refuses to look at Izuku, âI know, Izuku-kun. I knew from the beginning what would happen if project 00 ever came to pass. As I told Hitoshi, it wouldâve been worth it; Even if you were angry at me afterward. Your safety and wellbeing are worth more to me than my existence ever would be.âÂ
Izuku lays back heavily, his mind blank. He doesnât know what to say. He knew she had developed some form of caring for them but he didnât think it would be that deep. He thinks the others and Nedzu are talking around him but he canât focus on their voices. His AI mom basically just said sheâd rather die than risk him being in jail. Itâs a hard thing to swallow. Especially knowing in the back of his mind that she cares for him more than his actual biological mother did.Â
Himiko must somehow be sensing his internal dilemma as she takes him into her arms and tucks her face into his curls. He appreciates the comfort. For some reason, the mental reminder of his biological mother makes something in his head focus. He sits up a bit straighter, placing a hand on Himikoâs arm as a way to say that heâs not trying to escape her hug. He starts coming to several conclusions that he hadnât thought of before. His breath hitches a bit at the ideas now swimming in his head. If heâs right⊠thenâŠ
âNedzu-san!â He exclaims, interrupting Nedzuâs conversation with CATRA, âI would like to request assistance from UA in the form of a UA guardian!âÂ
Dabi sputters before shouting out, âWhat?!â
âNot a permanent one!â He reassures his older brother, âJust a temporary UA guardian for us. Preferable Eraserhead and Present Mic!âÂ
âMay I ask why?â Nedzu asks.
He levels his most serious look at the stoat, âI have reasons to believe that my family and I are in a lot of danger!â
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I'M BACK! Weekends are nice!
-(âOnly Potter is here to babysit all of you. Iâm here to babysit him.â Ron reached out to ruffle Harryâs hair. Harry smacked his arm away with a petulant glare. âWe didnât want to take the risk of your combined bad luck not canceling out, so here I am.âÂ
Harry sighed. âTo be fair âPotter Luckâ isnât a guaranteed negative. It just means that the most ridiculous thing possible will happen that will either be extremely good to extremely bad.â
âOh, so like the Midoriya Effect!â )
yeah this one hundred percent is the underlying reason for both series. Absolutely! But I can picture the offended look on Izuku's face and I'm cackling!
-(Honestly, Harryâs as starting to think that somewhere out there was a deity who was staunchly against him having a peaceful fucking snack run. )
Considering I walked into work today and got the rundown to immediately look up and flip the ceiling of, saying 'I don't know who's listening but fuck you', I feel this in my soul.
-The entire scene at the store is amazing! Like I always end up reading it twice when I reread.
(They both had a touch of the madness in them.) We've gone a bit beyond a touch đ€Łđ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł That entire paragraph is crazy good. Like the reality of the child soldiers here is that both Class A and the trio faced the same circumstances is shown amazingly well. The line of (who covered their hands in red in the name of a war neither of them had been old enough to see the beginning of.) OOOOFF.
-Is it bad that I almost feel sorry for the troll? Like no living being deserves that đ„
-(Brainwashed. ) I will never be convinced that Shinsou is so underutilized through the whole series. That boy deserved all of the screen time page time art work alllll of it. I feel like he could have ended so many problems. JusticeForShinsou
-(A second later he was gone, apparating in and out of cover faster than the eye could track, shattering masks and leaving a trail of unconscious bodies in his wake. )
This makes me think of the Quicksilver scene from X-Men Apocalypse, where the mansion is exploding and he's literally throwing people out of windows and chucking mattresses and sheets as landing pads. I love it. One of my favorite scenes and make this part of the chapter even better!
-(keeping him from the kids right now is the worst thing you can do)
My guy, do you want an explosion? But protective dad Harry for the fucking win, every time!
-(There went Harryâs plan of pretending everything was fine. )
Good! You wouldn't have gotten away with it for long between Hizashi and Hermione anyway! TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF MY GUY! But really I love his characterization in the scene 10/10
-The fact that Shouta has already started picking up on the cues of when to step in and when to let it ride and get the popcorn is just perfect. Sir, your future husband will appreciate that from you... and your spouse.
-(Baku, an entire teenager: Bitch Harry, an entire adult who should no better but is, in fact, just Like That: Bitch)
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-Harry is the worst patient and will remain that way until eternity.
-(Harryâs laugh was bitter. Hard. âIsnât humanityâs curse wanting what we canât have?â )
Harry, sweetheart, maybe don't say that in front of your future spouse and husband, who literally watched you die! But the atmosphere of this part is so exhausted. You did so amazing at building the tension and the sorrow Harry carries. And the moment of horror when Harry explains that he can't tell them the truth because they will suffer for it, and by extension so will he. UGH so well written and so heartbreaking at the same time.
-(âIâm not marrying you.âÂ
âIâd rather piss glass than be your husband, thanks.â)
dfjkaelgnuvhnjgrkeslh so I actually like reading ShinBaku but this is fucking perfection!! and the fact that the end note immediately contains this: (Bakugou, the exact minute he cracks the top ten: *grabs Hitoshi* TELL ME YOUR SECRETS YOU EXHAUSTED TWINK) dead, cry laughing oh my god!!!!!!!
One chapter left of this! Then I'm so going through the KOT tag â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
!!! Youâre back!!!
My favorite part about the end note with Shinsou and Bakugou is that I fully imagine Baku shaking this poor man like a muppet while demanding answers. Just this poor six foot man who looks a second away from passing out being fully ragdolled on live tv probably.
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me sprinting to your inbox on this, the last day of your event:
GIVING YOU THE BIGGEST HEART EYES. You are always such a delight to see on the daaash
âïž - For the only blorbo in my mind palace rn, Mr. Shinsou Hitoshi.
BUT ALSO if you are up for it I would to hear about your ideal spooky season date w/ one of your favs đ„ș
MY DARLING KAELAN OMG PLS!! Im the one whoâs so sorry for answering this late but THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!! đ„șâšđ
âïž - a sweet classic game heart event for you!
So the date I picture you and dear Shinsou going on is ghost tours!
Even if he works crazy hours, your pro hero boyfriend wants to make sure he still gets to spend time with you and enjoying normal and fun date nights with you!!!
So on patrol when he overheard how thereâs a great tour around the cityâs most haunted locations, he instantly knew what you and him are doing for your upcoming date night
Thankfully, after following in his mentorâs state of staying low and out of the publicâs eye, he gets to enjoy walking around eerie hotels with you hand in hand, and seeing how interested you are hearing about the ghost tales of each location, maybe making a few jokes under your breath with him - it reminds him how lucky he is to get time like this with you
Kaelan oh my gosh thank you again so much ily!! đ
#sending all my love your way honey!!!#Kaelanâs tag đ»âš#asks and such things đ#keds 1 year & 1k celebration đâš
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the coven (chapter 17)
reader x bakugou x shinsou x kaminari x kirishima
Coven- a formation of at least three or more vampires
He told you they were dangerous- why didn't you believe him?
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You opened your eyes. The burning pain had disappeared and left a strange tingling in itâs wake. You felt energised enough to run a marathon, but your body felt so lead-heavy you worried for a split moment that the bed beneath you would collapse, and you would be sent crashing through the floor. Regardless, the relief that came with the realisation of the pain being gone had the muscles in your face tugging at the corners of your mouth. It was a faint ghost of a smile, more like a tight-lipped grimace, the sensation was foreign after so long in agony. You donât even know how long you mustâve spent lying there in Katsukiâs bed, couldâve been days or weeks or even months- though probably not the latter judging by fact that your muscles havenât atrophied.
You remembered Katsuki sinking his vampiric teeth into the skin of your neck- the agonising moments that followed- the pure nothing afterwards. And there was no other way of looking at it; there was not a single doubt in your mind; you were a vampire. Fuck. You werenât angry- not at all. You had gotten yourself into this situation, in fact it was your fault Katsuki had the chance to bite you; you had heard what happened to Denki and-
âSomeoneâs awaake,â Eijiro practically sung from the doorway. You sat up immediately in surprise at his voice; you had been so caught up in your own head that your senses hadnât picked up the noise of him coming up the stairs.
âShit I- what happened?â
He practically laughed, he walked across the room and sat down on the bed beside you.
âDo you not remember?â He asked- making complete eye contact with you.
âI think so, unless that was a crazy fever dream?â You still werenât sure on the details of what happened.
âOkay so basically- Katsuki turned you- heâs super sorry, anyway youâre like a vampire now our bad.â He explained.
âAnd I canât change back?â
âFuck- no Iâm sorry sweetheart- donât blame Katsuki heâs already blaming himself and shit, he says heâs gonna leave; to be honest thereâs no coven without Katsuki.â
âOh my god- no its not Katsukiâs fault at all he shouldnât leave. Iâm not mad to be honest Iâve kinda wanted to be a vampire since I met you guys.â
 âWell- tell him that for me. Heâs really mad at himself for doing that to you,â he paused for a moment, âalso quick question- can you hear our thoughts now?â
âI donât know.â
âHang on- sorry you donât just hear them you kinda have to concentrate wait Iâll stop talking and just think.â He paused for a moment, furrowing his brow as if he was concentrating.
âHow about now?â His words almost made you jump. It was just as if he was speaking and yet this time you could almost feel the vibration of his words in your head.
You tried to concentrate on hearing the thoughts of the fellow vampires downstairs; sure enough, you could hear them, yet you didnât drown in them. You had previously thought hearing the thoughts of four men at once would be overwhelming, but it somehow wasnât.
The two of you could hear Katsukiâs steps- he was in his way to the bedroom- there was no need to listen to his thoughts, you knew where he was going.
You almost felt guilty, if you hadnât been so eager to whore around with these vampires, you wouldnât be here, and Katsuki wouldnât be trying to leave the coven he started. It wasnât really his fault, you had been warned he had a hard time controlling himself, Denki was even walking proof of this fact. Your recklessness had destroyed the (after)lives of these vampires. You had forced Katsuki into his own guilt ridden spiral through your greed and impulse, and you would have to spend the rest of eternity knowing this. You stopped thinking- they could hear everything you were thinking- shit. Every thought you would have for the rest of forever would be heard by them.
The door opened- cutting you off from your train of thought. Katsuki emerged from the doorway- there were obviously creases on his brow from frowning and you were immediately ashamed to have been the one to do this to him.
âHey- Y/N Iâm really fucking sorry, Iâll understand if-â He started but you cut him off quickly so he wouldnât have the chance to finish.
âDonât be sorry- totally my fault- please donât leave cause of me,â you paused for a moment- as if to take a breath before realising you no longer could, âIâd rather leave than tear you guys apart.â
âOkay so itâs settled then,â Eijiro cut in, âNo oneâs leaving, weâre fine right?â
You paused as you processed what Eijiro had said.
âNo one? so Iâm staying here? With all you guys?â
Both boys faces distorted to confusion.
Eijiro broke the stunned silence, âDuh? What did you think was gonna happen? We were just gonna turn you and kick you out? We may be vampires, but we arenât monsters, goddamn.â
You were in disbelief. You hadnât really had enough time to think over what would happen now you were a vampire. Youâd assumed theyâd turned others before without inviting them to join. What made you so special?
âIâll tell you what makes you special,â Katsuki tilted your chin upwards, so your gaze met, âWeâve only known you for- how long? Two weeks at most? And youâve already earned our trust, weâre fucking smitten and everyone was distraught all week. Youâve basically been one of us since we first met. Thatâs not normal. For any of us.â
It was nearly disgusting how close to tears you were. An anvil of exhaustion weighed down on you, but you werenât tired in the slightest. There were no words to honestly capture how you felt in the moment, but then again, you didnât need words. These guys could read your mind! They were probably listening to everything you were thinking right now.
âWe are, by the way.â Eijiro smirked at you, âOkay, rest up, youâve had an insane week. Weâll continue when youâre stronger, yeah? This can be pretty insane stuff. When youâre ready we can start on your room.â
You could only smile up at him, before your body gave in and you flopped down onto your back. You didnât feel like sleeping, probably because vampires donât sleep, so you simply curled up into the cushioning of Katsukiâs bed and let your thoughts drift. How did you get so lucky?
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Patchy! I just finished reading your God!Shinsou story & i loved it!!! Your writing is fantastic & I love your descriptive style, itâs like youâre painting an entire picture đ
All Hanta could do was watch as guilt gnawed at him - latching onto his soul like roots of a tree that took purchase into the earth - as he reaped what he had sown.
And this right here must be one of my favorite lines from that story. It conveys such a beautiful & bittersweet feeling & it gave me so much satisfaction to know that he is suffering too. Love you & I hope you had a wonderful weekend đ
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Come here so I can give you big hug!! Thank you Nana, that's so sweet of you to say! đ
also thats my favourite line too, while writing it I was like 'OH THIS IS GOOD"
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