#sorry this moment blindsided me and now I can't stop giggling

[outismm]

WHAT IS YOUR DEAL!!!!

[anobscurename]

ocean eyes – chris evans

previous part: PART XIX — masterlist

concept: you finally have had enough. the slowest of slow burns. part twenty of many.

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 2,4k

warnings: you might cry; i know i did. angst.

author's note: i needed my comedic relief comfort characters for this one in the beginning tbh cause... well... you'll see. this one is for @miss-jackson500 because i haven't dedicated one to her yet and she's? amazing?!

You had wondered – for the days that followed – that if maybe the rescheduled meet-up hadn't been cut short by Anthony, if things would be different.

You came to the conclusion that all that really would've been different was that you'd know a little less.

"You're finally going to do it, huh?" Anthony grinned from across the pool table. You had, according to the original plan, all come together at the old bar where you'd first met the two. "You're going to tell him how you feel?"

"Is it a bad idea?" You asked, missing your shot. Your mind was heavily distracted, and it was showing through. You were usually wiping the floor with the duo, but now you were losing four balls to one.

"No, no, it's a fantastic idea," Anthony bent down to line up his next shot. "Tell her it's a fantastic idea, Seb. Better yet, tell me who the Black Widow should be with."

Sebastian, who had been sat to the side, waiting for his turn, rolled his eyes and took a swig of his beer. "I admit nothing until I see a ring."

"Speaking of rings!" Anthony jumped up excitedly – either from the prospect of marriage or the thrill of pocketing his ball, leaving team Falcon and Winter Soldier with just the black on the table – "I'm thinking a round cut two carat, set in rose gold? Colour scheme would he lavender, of course, because as best man–"

"You can get fucked if you think you're going to be best man."

"Of course I'm best man! Look at me, I'm the bestest man around, I'm fine as–"

"You can both get fucked if you think there's going to be a wedding," you laughed.

Anthony hissed a curse under his breath as he missed the winning pocket, reluctantly handing the cue off to Sebastian, who hopped off the stool to land gracefully on his feet.

You chalked your cue, determined to not lose yet another game to these dipshits. "I haven't even told him yet, what if he doesn't feel the same way?"

Anthony and Sebastian both looked at you, incredulous. "I mean this with only love, and it comes from a place deep within my heart... Are you blind?"

Sebastian was even balking. "Even I could tell, and I have the social skills of a pineapple."

"Okay, fine! You both are clearly biased, you saw us kiss."

"No, we watched a softcore porno is what we did, y'all devouring each other like that in public–"

He cut himself short, having to laughingly dodge himself out of the reach of your playful slap.

"I'm asking Scott for the final opinion," you proclaimed.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, eager to play and win the game, bouncing the end of the cue on the wooden bar floor. The rubber stop muted the noise.

You opened up the text thread you had been maintaining with the younger Evans. Should I tell Chris?

You didn't need to elaborate, Scott would know what you meant. There was a pause on his end, and you had just been about to put your phone away before his response bubbled up.

Sorry, was just changing your name in my phone to sister-in-law ;)

That was all the answer you needed.

You finished the game – you lost, mind overrun with giddiness and the odds having been stacked against you long before – and you were hugging Anthony goodbye.

When you'd asked where he was headed, he'd just given you a sly wink and a "wouldn't you like to know."

That left just you and Sebastian, and you decided to walk him back to his hotel before heading home.

"How long you going to be in L.A. for?" You'd asked, just to make conversation.

"A week or so, maybe? And then I'm jetting back to New York. I haven't been home in so long, I think the dust has taken over my lease."

You chuckled, and continued on in a pleasant silence.

You gave him a departing hug in the lobby, and hailed a cab back to Chris'.

You were so high on the exhilaration of finally telling him and ending this will they/won't they charade once and for all. So excited, you'd nearly missed the unfamiliar Bentley in the driveway on your way in.

But it didn't go unnoticed.

You came in, greeted happily by a yapping Dodger, and the smell that hit you was one of Valentino perfume – overpowering the usual scent of Chris lingering in the house.

"Hey, Dodge," you whispered, giving him a vigorous petting session. "Where's Chris? Where's your dad?"

Dodger gave your hand a wet lick, slobbering over your keys, and you laughed lightly.

The door to the pool was open, and you could hear splashing and giggling – pitched more feminine than you'd ever heard Chris go.

Curiosity killed the cat. And satisfaction was never going to resurrect the plummet of your excitement. No, that was replaced by shock and anger. Even if you knew you had no right to feel that way.

"Chris?" You'd called out as you padded across the lounge. "Chris, whose car is in the driveway? I have something I–"

Blindsided, your slobber slick keys fell from your hand to jangle uselessly onto the ground. It was that that finally grabbed his attention.

He had been otherwise excruciatingly preoccupied with the topless girl in his lap, legs locked around his waist in a languid grind, his hands smoothing over her curves as they all but explored each other's tonsils in a moaning kiss.

Red flashed across your vision as well as your cheeks, and you ducked your head. Embarrassed and feeling stupid, you quickly grabbed your keys. "I'm sorry, I'll go..."

You quickly turned and dashed to your room, ignoring the tears in your eyes, and the call of your name.

"{Your name}, wait!" Chris cried, water sloshing as he clambered out of the pool. "{Your name}!"

You slammed the door shut behind you, making it clear you wanted isolation. Pulling out a duffel bag, you began throwing clothes into it, careless of what you might need, just needing to leave.

Sebastian had asked you once how much more you were going to put yourself through before you'd had enough.

And this was it. This was the breaking point. This was enough.

The strength in which Chris frantically ripped open your door had it banging against the adjacent wall, but you couldn't even look at him. Your eyes were blurry as you continued violently packing your clothes.

You didn't even know where you were going to go. You just knew you had to. Go.

"{Your name}, stop," he said, soft in direct comparison to the panic he felt in his chest. You were leaving him. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" You spat out. And then, just to change the subject, because not even you could bare to dwell on it too much: "You're getting water on your floor."

"{Your name}–"

"Don't talk to me, Chris. Rest your tongue a bit, it sure was busy earlier."

"As was yours, too, I'm sure," he bit back.

Your movements stuttered at the reciprocated rage. To your knowledge, he had no right to feel as you did in that moment. None.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

There was provocation in his eyes, and his searing gaze only fuelled your fire.

"Have fun with Sebastian?"

Your scoff was followed by a bewildered laugh. "I went out tonight with Sebastian and Anthony, Chris. We're friends. Welcome to the world of platonic relationships, professor, we've been waiting for your arrival."

And like the cut strings on a puppet, tension left his body – anger being replaced by confusion.

"I... I thought..."

"You thought wrong, Evans," you seethed, pushing past him to the bathroom to grab your toiletries. You made an effort to bump him, your shirt sticking to your skin with the water droplets still dotting his toned body. "And to think I really thought..."

"Thought what?" His voice cracked out.

"Thought that you might actually care about me!" You finally snapped. You were yelling. You didn't want to yell, but you were, voice echoing in the acoustics of the bathroom.

"I do," he whispered. His conviction was quickly draining from him, being replaced with an inevitable sadness and feeling of loss. You hadn't even left yet, but he knew that nothing he was going to say would make you stay. He knew he'd gone too far. It didn't stop him from trying. "I loved you, {your name}. I still do."

You had hoped that if he ever was to say those words, it would be under different circumstances. In fact, you'd found yourself imagining whole sunset beach scenarios, late into the night.

"I thought you were better than that, Chris. Manipulation? That's low."

"It's true. I've loved you–"

You didn't want to hear it. You weren't going to give him the opportunity of persuading you into staying. You knew you should've left long ago. "I can't say the feeling is mutual."

It was a lie. It was a lie, because if you really had felt nothing, then you wouldn't be acting like this. But you needed the upper hand, because Chris had basically knocked you over with the force of his admittance. You couldn't let yourself be dragged back in. Not this time. You had too much self respect for that. Not when he still had lipstick smudged on his lips, disappearing into the scruff that shadowed his jaw.

You had to avoid looking at his pained expression at your words. No matter how much you were hurting now at his profession of love, you knew he might possibly be hurting a little more at your rejection.

"And if you really did..." You trailed off, struggling to say the words love me. "Well, you have a really funny way of showing it."

"Pretending not to love you is the hardest role I've taken on, and I did it for you."

Red was dancing back into your vision, your shock growing alongside the fury.

"How is that for me?"

"Because that's what you wanted!" He was finding his voice again, raising it in his desperation. "Believe me, I wanted to fight for you. I would, would wage wars for you," he stuttered out. "But you never wanted that from me. You wanted to pull away, from this, from us. And I let you because I would do anything you asked of me."

"So you stayed away because you wanted to keep me?" You worded it slowly, just to make him understand how ridiculous it sounded.

"...Yes."

"Are you stupid? Actually mentally deficient?" You zipped your bag, brushing past him again, this time making sure to have as little contact as possible. He all but occupied the whole doorway.

"If I had told you then you would have left!" He was following you now, following you to the front door. "I told you I wanted you in my life, even if it meant the pain of never having you."

You had hoped to slam the door in his face to make your point known, but where Chris had slacked in fighting for you before, he was making up for now. He caught the door before it could close, trailing after you into the driveway.

"There's something wrong with me. I ruin things. So I let you have your space because you are the greatest thing that has happened to me in a long time, and I'd be fucked if I ruined you too!"

"It's a bit too late for that," you said, finally looking him in those ocean eyes. They were bloodshot with barely restrained tears. But your resolve was iron. "Congratulations, Evans. You've ruined me."

You heard Dodger pawing at the door, whining low and long for you. If you thought leaving Chris was hard, this was what made you break.

But you turned away from them, from that house, tears falling freely. A sob escaped your lips, barely stifled.

"Put on a shirt, Evans," you managed to get out. You wanted the last word, even if it brought very little satisfaction. "You have company."

———————

Your first call was to Anthony. He hadn't picked up, and you remembered his other plans.

The second also went unanswered – the friend who had become a self proclaimed L.A. local upon graduating high school, and who had let you crash at their house when you'd first arrived. She was probably at work, and so you left her a quick voicemail asking her to call you back.

The third did, on only the second ring. You had almost lost hope in anyone else being awake at that point, so you hadn't composed yourself before he picked up.

The first thing he heard was your sob, which you quickly cut off with a greeting.

"What's wrong?"

"Can I crash with you tonight? I need somewhere to go."

"What happened? Did–?"

"I don't want to talk about it," you said quickly. He shut up almost immediately. "I just... Please?"

There was a pensive silence on the other end, and you felt the need to fill it.

"I tried Anthony, but he wasn't picking up."

"Yeah," came the small chuckle crackling on the other end. "He's got a hot date tonight. Must be going well."

"I wouldn't do this if I had anywhere else to go, but I don't, and it'll only be for one night–"

"Of course you can stay," he assured, sushing you softly. "Can't believe I made you ask twice."

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Sebastian met you in the lobby, taking you up to his room almost immediately to avoid strange looks and any unwanted public attention.

He explained to you in the elevator that although he had tried to get you your own room, the hotel was fully booked. He sounded quite apologetic for that.

You didn't say much, because if you spoke, you were scared you were going to start crying all over again. And you'd just managed to stop, averting your eyes from your teadstained appearance in the mirrors.

Sebastian's room was a big one, on the pricier end of all the hotel had to offer. A large king sized bed stood to one side, bedsheets twisted as if he'd clambered into it right when he'd gotten back.

There was a lounge suite to the side, looking like a set-up you'd see on the glossy pages of Architectural Digest, and although the curtains were drawn, you could see the city lights sprawling out before you through the crack.

He was still in his outfit from the bar, shirt and jeans slightly rumpled.

The television was on, playing the original Nosferatu quietly in the background.

"I'll take the couch," Sebastian offered, dropping off the bags he'd taken from you.

You declined him with a shake of your head.

"{Your name}," he said, tender, placing both his hands on your shoulders to make you look at him. "You've been through a lot tonight. Take the bed, I've got the couch."

You didn't have the strength to fight his insistence. You didn't have the strength for much any more.

When you'd gotten out the shower, dressed in your pyjamas, Sebastian finally asked you again what had happened.

You just shrugged tiredly, climbing between the cool cotton sheets.

"I just had enough."

[shawnpetermuffins]

Pictured with You (Epilouge)

A/n: we have come to an end to this story of mine. Thank you for sticking around for so long.

Summary: It's been a year, and you're looking for something to do on this week long vacation.

Warnings: fluff

Word count: 1.9k

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One year later

We wanted a week away from the craziness. Just one week for ourselves and our friends to hang out and not care about having to work - me on the finishing touches of the new album, which I'm actually stressing about right now because y/n still knows next to nothing about it. And that's stupid of me because literally every song is about her and if she tells me she doesn't want that then I'm screwed because I have nothing else to give the label.

She's kicking her feet softly from the edge of the pool, looking nothing less than breathtaking as the blinding sun hits her body just right. I swim away from my friends and to my rightful spot between her legs. Y/n looks down at me when I press a gentle kiss to the tops of her thighs. "Whatcha thinking about, love?"

She hums, running a lazy finger down the column of my neck. "Nothing. Just like watching you have fun, is all."

"It'd be more fun if you got in with me."

"I think you have attachment issues, Mendes."

"Yeah?" I bite playfully at her knee and she laughs, trying to push my head away. "Might have a point there… but I'm not gonna fix that."

"Gonna cling to me more?" She teases as my hands snake around her body, resting softly on the curve of her butt.

"Mmm…" I mumble against her neck. "Never gonna stop clinging to you. Gonna hold you like this forever and ever."

"Don't threaten me with a good time."

"Get in with me," I beg, jutting out my bottom lip as her hands lace through my wet curls. "I'll carry you." That gets her attention.

"Okay," she nods. "Well get me in, rockstar." I smile up at her and swiftly, but carefully bring her down into the pool with me. She shudders at the feel of the cool water against her warm skin. "Fucking hell, it's cold!" Her teeth chatter as she rests her head on my shoulder, arms wrapping tightly around my neck to steal my body heat. We stay like for minute, allowing her to get used to the unfamiliar temperature. "We're good," she mumbles and I slowly move us over to our friends who are goofing around, splashing each other.

"Oh good, she came to join us!" Brian exclaims. Before I know it, y/n is tugged from my arms and being spun around until she's finally thrown into the pool, completely submerged in the chlorine filled water. "There," Brian says triumphantly, with a laugh. "Now you're on our level."

She pushes her baby hairs out of her face with a shake of her head and an exaggerated eye roll, "so thoughtful, Bri. Thanks for that." She splash him once before taking my outstretched hand.

"Sorry, honey," I mumble into her hair, pressing her back to my front. "He caught me off guard."

"S'okay." Her head rests against my chest as we watch them make fools of themselves, not a care in the world. I whisper the words of the song playing into her ear and she falls deeper into me, wrapping my arms tighter around her waist.

"Y/n/n?" I say after a while of comfortable silence drifting between us.

"Shawny," she scrunches up her nose, hating the cutesy nickname, but she can't help that it comes out when she's a little tipsy. I love it though, and kiss the tip of her nose.

"Move in with me," I request, my head buried in her neck.

"What?" She giggles, turning in my arms.

"Move in with me," I say again.

"Where's this coming from?" She wraps her arms around my neck once again.

I shrug, "I mean, you've been going over there a lot more often recently. And… I have a drawer full of your clothes already."

She hums, "well I think I'd need more than just a drawer if we decided to do this."

"I'll get you your own damn closet if you want."

"You'd have to move houses if you did that."

"Then let's look for one. We can find one with a closet just for you, and we can make you your own dark room."

"Whoa there, big spender. That's a big commitment. You sure you can handle all that?"

I nod, "Yes. Hell, I'm ready to marry you right now if you say yes."

She looks up at me with a smirk. "you asking me something, Mendes?"

"Depends on what your answer is," I counter. "What do you say, honey? Will you marry me?"

"I think… my answer is… yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes," she nods, a big smile on her face.

I laugh, pressing my forehead against hers before kissing her deeply. "Oh god, baby. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Let's do it tonight," I plead, my eyes closed.

"Tonight?"

"Yeah. Let's fly out to Vegas and just get married."

"You really want to? I don't even have a dress."

"We'll get you something there. Come on, y/n. Say yes?"

"You," she pokes my chest with her pointer finger, "are completely insane."

I shake my head, "is that your way of saying you'll do it?"

"Well duh," she rolls her eyes as if it was the most obvious thing that we were gonna do this.

"Yo, what is with you two? Do you ever let go of each other?" Connor asks, splashing us.

I hold y/n's head against my chest before I ask. "You guys down for a quick road trip?"

"Where?" Brian asks, shaking out his wet hair.

"Vegas," I say with a cheeky grin.

"What's that look? What are you planning?" Connor questions.

"Y'all feel like being witnesses to a wedding?" Y/n asks, sparing only the smallest of glances to our friends. They're in complete shock. But it only takes a second before they're jumping on top of us, screaming out congratulations.

"Shit, let's go! We hit the road now, we can be there just after sunset." Brian is already pulling himself out of the water.

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"Nervous?" Brian claps my shoulder while I fix the collar of my shirt.

I chuckle, "dude, my heart feels like it's about to burst out of my chest. I've never been more nervous in my entire life."

"Well what's that thing you always say? Nerves mean you care?"

"Yeah," I nod. "But, god, man. I'm getting married. Did you ever think that was gonna happen? Like this, no less?"

"Hey," he holds the sides of my face and slaps my cheeks. "Don't stress about it. The love of your life is just on the other side of that door. You're just minutes away from your forever. This is going to be the best day of your life."

I swallow the lump forming in my throat, "Yeah. You're right. It's y/n." I can't help but laugh. Because I say it like I'm not still a nervous wreck every time she looks at me. Like my heart doesn't skip a beat every time she smiles. Like I don't forget what I'm about to say because I get lost in those piercing -

The door opens and Connor starts walking down the aisle, arm linked with y/n's, and I swear my breath catches in my throat. She looks beautiful in the white blouse we just got her, and the high waisted, ripped jeans that she insisted on wearing because a skirt was just not her. And I agreed, but to be fair she could tell me she wanted to wear a paper bag and I would have went along with it because I just want her. It's not until she's in front of me, wiping at my cheek that I realize I've been crying watching her walk toward me.

"Hey, come on, bub. Marrying me can't be that bad," she jokes.

I laugh, wiping roughly at my face, "Jesus, no. You're just so beautiful."

She flips her hair playfully, "Well then what are you waiting for, Mendes? You gonna marry me or not?"

Mendes. She's about to be a Mendes, and I can't wait.

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I wake up the next morning, sheets thrown haphazardly over me and the beautiful girl in my arms. I watch her figure for a few minutes, once I've adjusted to the bright light the sun brings into the room. Her hair is all over the place, but still framing her face perfectly as her eyes moved rapidly behind her eyelids. Her naked chest is just barely covered by the white bedsheets, one arm thrown over her stomach. And then my eyes land on that dainty ring she fell in love with the second I slipped it on her finger last night and it hits me that I'm laying in bed next to my wife. And I let myself think about how I get to wake up next to her forever. It's the most perfect moment.

Until my phone rings beside me and suddenly it isn't anymore.

"Hey, Andrew," I whisper as I answer his FaceTime call.

"WHAT IS THIS I'M SEEING ABOUT YOU GETTING MARRIED?!" Andrew's loud voice booms through my phone and I flinch because y/n stirs beside me.

"Shh…" I point my phone to my girl who is still sleeping, thankfully.

"You got married. Don't you think that's something you should tell your manager so that he's not blindsided early the next morning by all of these pap photos and articles and hundreds of texts and emails asking if it's true?"

"Well I am sorry I didn't tell you."

"So you did? Shawn, what were you thinking? This is everywhere right now."

"I was thinking that I have the most perfect woman by my side and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with her and that I wanted the rest of my life to start right then and there. That's what I was thinking. I'm sorry I didn't tell you and I'm sorry that it's online. But I'm not sorry it happened. I have everything I've ever wanted right here next to me." I look over to see y/n looking up at me with a sleepy smile.

"Shawn," my manager tries to grab my attention, but I can't seem to focus on anything other than the smiling woman next to me.

"If you'll excuse me. My wife just woke up and I would like to give her a proper good morning." I shut my phone off and reach over to brush a strand of hair from my girl's face. "Hey there, beautiful." I say quietly and lean down to press a soft kiss to her lips.

She hums, "good morning, handsome."

"Sleep well? You were… very tired last night," I say with a smirk and she moves to slap me, but I'm quick to catch her wrist.

"Nuh-uh, Mrs. Mendes." She giggles into my chest. "What? What's so funny?"

"Nothing," she shook her head, her hands on either side of my face. "It's just the first time I've heard it like that. I like it."

"Me too."

"So Andrew's mad."

I shrug. "He'll get over it. Now come cuddle," I lay on my beck and open my arms for her. It doesn't take long for her to shrink into my side, head on my chest.

"You still want to be married to me?" She murmurs, half asleep once again.

I press my lips to the crown of her head, "for the rest of my life, baby."

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[bnha-hq]

2 separate BnHA short fics please: Mirio and Ojiro discover their supposedly Quirkless s/o is actually hiding an amazing Quirk because she doesn't want to be a hero (for any reason; has another goal in life, can't handle the responsibility, lacks other important heroic traits, ect)

I’m so sorry this is so late, I hope you enjoy them!

Ojiro

Ojiro had found himself wondering the halls, unable tosleep and simply searching for something to do to calm the nerves or pass thetime. Between the attacks the school had faced and the stress of suddenly beingmoved onto the school and away from his home this wasn’t an unusual occurrence.He wasn’t the only one, he was sure almost everyone felt a little homesick butthey’d manage, they simply needed to adjust to the new circumstances.

He knew his girlfriend was taking a little bit toadjust as well, adjusting too new environments wasn’t easy, but she didn’t seemto be in a bad spot so he wasn’t worried. He would often sneak to her dormsthrough the night, she was in general studies but lucky for them both the twodorms weren’t all that far away from one another, a short easy trip for themboth with minimal likelihood of being caught from the teachers which, in hiseyes, was a bonus.

Ojiro often wondered how she felt about the recentattacks, her being quirkless and all, he could only use his own thoughts to goon when wondering.

The attacks shook him, he’d seen pro’s be severelyhurt. Aizawa, thirteen, pixiebob and ragdoll all hurt, almost killed and thenin his own class, students with so much promise or strength had been injured ortaken. He hated to admit it but it worried him a lot, if some of these pros orheroes in training were hurt so badly despite their quirks then would he besafe? Was she feeling the same anxiety or was she removed enough from thereality of it all that it didn’t affect her that much? He hoped she feltremoved enough, he hated to think she carried the same concern around with her.

He decided to drop by the gym, a few rounds on thepunching bag always wore him out enough to sleep, but paused when he got there.The door was open but there was no sound, which got him a little uneasy, lasttime this happened he caught two of his classmates in a rather…compromising…positionand he was not keen to relive that particular scenario.

He slowly peeked in but it was almost impossible tosee, not only was it dark but the darkness seemed to move fluidly, like calm water.

He walked in quietly, watching the darkness make theirway back to the main source. His girlfriend.

“____!?” Her name had left his mouth before he evenhad time to think twice about it. He quickly spun around, the darkness quicklyspilling back to where it had originally come from. She looked like a deercaught in headlights, he could see the millions of thoughts rushing through hermind in that moment. Both of them were stunned and neither quite knew the best approachso Ojiro took a dive and went for the least complicated one.

“That was amazing! You have a quirk??” He wasn’tlying, she manipulated darkness itself! How cool was that? He saw her lips turnup in a small smile, so he assumed he’d broken the ice enough for the rest ofthe conversation to flow smoothly.

“Yeah…I can manipulate dark” she demonstrated, lettingit swirl around her finger with ease before disappearing again.

“Why did you lie about being quirkless? You could bein the hero course with a quirk like that!”

“That’s why I lied. I don’t want to be a hero.”

This took Ojiro by surprise, she didn’t want to be ahero? But she was always talking about wanting to help people and save lives,what better job for that than a hero? It didn’t make any sense to him.

“But you always say you want to help people?” Shenodded at his question.

“I do, I want to go into the medical field. I want tostudy diseases and birth defects and illness all across the spectrum. I want tohelp people recover, help people avoid illnesses and to manage the ones theyalready have. I want to help people in a way that heroes simply can’t” hewatched her eyes light up as she spoke about her aspirations, a goal sohonourable and so very much her. He smiled and hugged her.

“I dunno, that sounds pretty heroic to me either way.”He heard her giggle before she hugged him back.

“Thanks Mashi” she kissed his cheek and he suddenlydidn’t need the rounds on the punching bag, he felt calm and at ease witheverything.

“You’re welcome, now come on little miss future medic,you need your rest.”

She laughed but let him guide her out of the gym.

“Alright, alright…you won’t tell anyone about my quirkwill you?” she whispered, glancing around just in case anyone else may be around.He shook his head and kissed her hand.

“Of course not, it’ll be our little secret, scout’shonour.” He placed a hand on his chest and held the other up as he said this,earning another quiet giggle and a soft smile that took his breath away everytime without fail.

“Thank you” she smiled and followed him to her dorms.

They walked in silence for a short time, both so comfortablyat ease in one another’s presence that words weren’t necessary, just beingtogether was more than enough.

Eventually the dorm came into view, he stayed out ofsight and kissed her gently, keeping it short and sweet.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, so goodnight, sleep tight anddon’t let the bed bugs bite.” She laughed again and kissed his cheek.

“You’re such a dork, sleep well, I love you” shehugged him one last time before running off to sneak back into her room beforeshe was caught.

“I love you too.”

As Ojiro made his way back to his own dorm he feltlighter, she had a quirk and by the looks of it a rather powerful one. Even ifthe attacks had been closer to her he was confident that she had all the meansnecessary to protect herself. He could sleep easy knowing that if push came toshove and she found herself in a situation like that then she had a solid chance.

He could sleep easy knowing she was safe, and sleepeasy he did.

Mirio

This was bad, this was really, really bad.

Mirio had been blindsided and sent barreling down the street and making a rough stop against a building, the unmoving wall stopping him but definitely breaking bones in the process.

“Mirio!” the terrified voice of his girlfriend shot through the pain like an arrow.

“I-I’m ok ___, I’m fine” he went to stand up to prove to her that he was fine but his leg was not letting that happen.

“No you’re not! Stay down Mirio!” She grabbed his shoulders and made sure he didn’t try standing again, he wanted to fight it but he knew she was right. He couldn’t stand up let alone fight again but he couldn’t just sit here and do nothing!

“Where are the other pro heroes? They should be here by now!”

“I…I don’t know, they’re on their way…they have to be” she tightened her grip on his shoulders a little more. He had to do something, he couldn’t just sit here and let this villain continue destroying buildings and hurting innocent people.

“I can still fight ___, I have to” he tried once more to get up but she held firm with more strength than he expected.

The villain, another Nomu, approached them both, determined to finish the hero off once and for all, she clung to him tighter, her eyes wide in fear at the approaching threat.

“____, you have to go, I’ll be fine I promise but you have to go!” His words were hardly audible over the frantic beating of his own heart, he wasn’t even sure the words got past the fear gripping at his throat.

“No, I’m not leaving you!” She held onto him tightly and Mirio felt trapped. Was this how it was going to end? His girlfriend in his arms, like a cold reminder of the fact he couldn’t even protect the one he loved the most in the world?

“____ please, you have to leave…I can handle it before the other pros arrive but please ___, you have to leave” he begged her, pleading with her to leave, to get to safety.

He saw her grit her teeth, the colour had drained from her face but her eyes shone with renewed determination.

She stood up and approached the Nomu in turn, Mirio could only watch in horror and try to talk some sense into her. She was quirkless, that Nomu would chew her up and spit her out without a second thought, everyone knew how hard it was for All Might to defeat one of these and he’s All Might!

“No!! ____ please, please just go! ___ please don’t!” He furiously blinked back tears, as much as he wanted to look away he just couldn’t. The fear inside him felt alive, like a creature that was clawing its way out of his soul and leaving everything it touched colder than ice on its way, uncaring and unrelenting.

He tried to stand up, the pain that shot through his leg turned everything around him into a temporary hazy blur but before his vision could even clear fully he was back down, but it was not of his own doing.

He forced his vision to focus on his girlfriend, who had now stopped approaching the Nomu and now…now she was glowing?

He blinked a few times, trying to shake away the soft golden glow that surrounded his girlfriend, it had to be a trick of a rattled mind right? Though no matter how many times he blinked or how hard he rubbed his eyes the golden glow remained around her.

He watched in shock and absolute amazement how the light moved, how it began to swirl around her like smoke, wrapping around each leg and arm and beaming from her, soon she was almost too bright to look at.

She held her hand out, the light beginning to move to her palm where it seemed to float in the shape of a long spear, soon solidifying

Mirio was stunned, his girlfriend had a quirk!? And a kickass one at that!? He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, the light had chased his fear off and warmed what it had frozen. It left him feeling stronger and lighter, it reassured him that she would be alright. They all would be.

She threw the spear, hitting the Nomu in the eyes and incinerating the beasts head, leaving nothing left to regenerate.

As the Nomu collapsed the light dissipated in moments, ___ falling to her knees as it did. The light had left and had given way to what he hoped was just exhaustion, a few other pro heroes arriving minutes later. Mirio wasn’t sure how late they were or how long he’d been sitting there for, watching his girlfriend approach the Nomu had felt like an eternity, his own special eternal hell he worried he’d never escape from. But here he was, the threat dealt with and his girlfriend alive and unharmed, it was a much better outcome than he expected.

“Mirio!” She ran over as he was lifted onto a stretcher, her voice was music to his ears.

“____, thank goodness you’re alright! I was so worried.” He held her face in his still shaking hands and kissed everywhere, leaving not an inch of skin un-kissed.

“What was that? I thought you were quirkless but that…that was amazing ____!”

“Thanks…” she smiled sheepishly at him, rubbing the back of her neck. She seemed to be thinking, Mirio had assumed it was about the Nomu and just simply processing what had gone down just moments before.

“Why’d you tell me you were quirkless?”

He didn’t want to bombard her with too many questions right away but he needed to know this, it seemed like such a strange thing to lie about, especially in today’s society.

“I don’t want to be a hero…I never have…and I was worried if I told you and others about my quirk that you’d try convincing me to be a hero.”

That struck Mirio as strange but only because he had wanted to be a hero his whole life, he felt like it was his calling, but he’d never, ever try and push it onto her or judge her for choosing a different career path. He opened his mouth to speak but was quickly cut off.

“I don’t have what it takes to be a hero…all that pressure, all those eyes watching me, relying on me to save them, one wrong move and it could all be over for them, for me…I just couldn’t do that.”

Mirio smiled softly and hugged her the best he could with a banged up arm.

“Then don’t become a hero, I’d never judge you for choosing another path” he kissed her temple as she relaxed against him, her own arms moving to wrap around him tightly.

“Thank you Mirio.”

“You’re welcome”

He kissed her cheek before being moved into the ambulance, his amazing girlfriend right beside him.

He was too tired to word it all now, but she’d always be his hero, quirk or no quirk.