#stalker Kirishima

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How They React to Their SO Getting Stalked - BNHA (pt 2)

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PART 2

Katsuki Bakugou

I feel like no matter the scenario, even if it was something light, he would go crazy! It doesn't matter if nothing bad happened to you, if he found out your life was in danger, or even your privacy violated, you can bet he would be the first person on the scene, shouting and growling at people!

~ Katsuki was getting sick of this, watching his idiots playing video games used to be really funny, but now it was just boring. ~ It was the same thing over and over again, he wished he was hanging out with you instead, but unfortunately you didn't go to UA and were working on a school project with your lab partner. ~ He never trusted that guy. ~ He would always stare at you, and he always seemed to be in the same places you were. ~ The two of you had gone out to a curry place for your date night last week, this guy had been in the store across from you. He was always waiting outside the school doors when he would drop you off at the gates. Katsuki was pretty sure he had seen the guy skulking around near your house! ~ He had a bad feeling when he'd walked you home the other night, he kept hearing rustling in the bushes, you told him not to worry about it, but he knew something was wrong. ~ That was when he got a call from you. ~ Answering the call, he was smiling (or smirking), happy to be hearing from you, as always. ~ "Hey babe, how's your project go-" ~ "Suki, you need to get over here, right now!" ~ You were whispering, it was echoing, like you were in the bathroom. ~ "Babe, what's going on? Are you okay?" Katsuki was immediately on edge, he didn't like where this was going. He knew he should have trusted his gut. ~ "It's my lab partner! He's crazy! We said goodbye, he left but as I was about to start getting ready for bed, there was a flash in my window, the creep set up a camera outside my house!" (y/n) was scared, terrified even. ~ Katsuki's face went stern and worried, already getting his stuff and leaving, without giving his very confused friends any insight. ~ Making it to your house, he could see your bedroom light on, he stayed on the phone with you, making sure you were safe, turns out you had hidden in the bathroom. ~ And the guy Katsuki was so worried about, was pounding on your front door, yelling at you to let him in, saying her was sorry and that he only did what he did to keep you safe. ~ "Oh yeah? Safe from what, exactly?" Katsuki barked, standing behind the stalker, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes almost glinting with his anger. ~ The stalked seemed to be smirking, until he turned around and saw the infamous Bakugou Katsuki standing there, his fingers beginning to spark. ~ He obviously. ~ Katsuki used his key on the front door, coming in and letting you know it was him and that the weirdo was gone. ~ You came running out of the bathroom, wearing one of his shirts, leaping down the last few stairs, you fell into Katsuki's arms crying hysterically. ~ "I've got you babe, I'll always protect you."

Eijiro Kirishima

I feel like Eijiro would probably panic about it more that you would, he would be worried sick about you, hoping desperately that you were okay, when in reality, you were the one that had effortlessly fixed everything!

~ Eijiro had never felt so out of sorts! ~ He had been panicking so much over the last few days, you had told him the moment you had started receiving pictures of yourself, threatening messages and you had the feeling that someone had been following you for months now. ~ And somehow you weren't the one panicking in this scenario, he was! ~ When everything went wrong in school, or during his training, he was usually so level-headed, so cool. So... Manly... ~ But this time, you were the cool one! You had gone straight to the police and the pro heroes. ~ They found the person who had been stalking you, a girl from the support course. ~ They had been given a stern talking to and a restraining order from the police and were expelled from UA for clearly not exhibiting supportive heroic behaviour. ~ "So not plus ultra!" As Denki had said when you had told them what had happened. ~ Eijiro still couldn't sleep well, he had nightmares, he was making himself physically ill from the worry, so he decided to head over to your dorm room. ~ Knocking gently, on the off chance that you might be sleeping, he made his way inside, to see you reading in bed. ~ "Hey pebble, you okay?" He asked, tentatively. ~ You nodded, clearly interested in your book. Wordlessly, you lifted one arm, making a grabby hand at him. ~ He took your invitation happily, jumping into bed and cuddling into your stomach. ~ You placed a kiss on his head, running your fingers through his hair. ~ You knew exactly why he was here, you knew he felt better when you were around, somewhere where he could keep an eye on the surroundings. ~ He loved you so much, this stalker problem had caused a strain on his mental health, he wanted to make sure you were safe. ~ As he was falling asleep, he looked up at you with happy eyes and mumbled under his breath. ~ "You're so manly baby."

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku would be similar to Fumikage I feel, going completely overboard with security until you got annoyed... Obviously you couldn't be mad at the cinnamon roll for too long, I mean, look at his little face!!!

~ After the stalked had been caught and taken care of, Izuku went nuts! ~ He had put security cameras everywhere! Nowhere that would invade your personal space of course, but everywhere else. ~ Mina nearly killed him when she walked out of her room and ran straight into Izuku on a ladder, installing a camera above her dorm room. ~ You decided that he was getting a bit too overboard in his security measures. You had tried to sit him down and talk to him about it, he had just started rambling a million miles per minute, trying to get back to his detective vigilante work. ~ He had finished with the security cameras and had moved on to detailed guards, he had his friends watching you when you were out of classes, in classes, walking you to your dorm and escorting you home. ~ He'd gone so far as to having his guard duty on their own radio frequency, they had walkie-talkies each and you best believe, the boys loved it! ~ Izuku was taking your safety so, incredibly seriously, that his grades had begun dropping, his sleep schedule was all over the place, he had been neglecting his own health to make sure you could feel happy in your own place. ~ He was falling asleep at his desk, he wasn't doing his schoolwork, even Aizawa was worried about his problem child! ~ He sent Izuku to his room, he asked you to go with him (mainly because Izuku refused to leave otherwise), and you settled him in bed and made sure he was falling asleep. ~ "Izuku, I know you want to keep me safe, but I can take care of myself, what you've done so far is so sweet, but it's unnecessary. You need to take care of yourself now... Understand?" You said with a tight smile. ~ Izuku could see you were worried about him, so he nodded quietly and fell asleep, his hand holding tightly onto yours. ~ He removed his security cameras the next day, pleasing Mina greatly.

Shouta Aizawa

Shouta wouldn't be all that worried about you, you were surrounded by pro heroes and cats that would put their lives on the line for you. There was also a certain student that he knew would keep you safe.

~ If anyone had been traumatised by the stalking scenario, it hadn't been you, or Shouta, it was Shinsou... ~ He had been so worried about you! ~ You were the person he turned to when he was worried, stressed or scared, now he realised that he couldn't, that he had your own things to deal with. ~ Now you were worried about Shinsou. ~ He had pulled away from you and Shouta, he had bottled his feelings and he was about to pop. ~ Coming into Shouta and your shared apartment, he was already stressed, classes were difficult, training had gotten harder and worst of all, your stalker had yet to be caught. ~ You on the other hand, were smiley and cheerful, as always. ~ "Hitoshi!" You grinned, seeing your favourite (foster) child enter the kitchen. ~ You had been busying yourself around making dinner and cleaning up the apartment, but you were never busy for Hitoshi! (Or your cats Miso and Hizashi). ~ "You okay sweetie? Come sit down, dinner's nearly ready!" You said, still wearing a bright smile. ~ Hitoshi couldn't take it anymore, beginning to shout, loudly and passionately. ~ "How can you be so happy!? Someone was stalking you! Your privacy was completely invaded, and you're the partner of a pro hero! If he can't keep you safe, who can!?" ~ "Shinsou." ~ Shouta was stood behind Hitoshi, waiting patiently to speak. ~ "I know you're worried about (y/n), I am too and believe me when I say, nobody is more ashamed that this happened than me. I let this happen and I let them get away. But I am doing my best to find the person responsible and have them punished." ~ Hitoshi looked down, biting his lip harshly to stop his tears from falling. ~ You smiled softly at the boy, opening your arms and drawing him in for a hug, which he eagerly returned. ~ Looking over the boy's shoulder, you could see Shouta smiling at the two of you, it made him happy that you took such sweet care of his protegee. ~ But he was still immensely disappointed in himself, first, because he had failed to keep you safe, but also because he hadn't noticed the effect this had had on Hitoshi. ~ He was going to keep the both of you safe, no matter the cost.

Takami Keigo

Honestly, out of all of the MHA characters, I think Takami would be the character to get the most outwardly angry. Not against the stalker, or even the police at failing to keep you safe, but at himself for not noticing sooner.

~ It had been nearly a week since the stalker had been caught and convicted, you just wanted everything to put behind you now. ~ You were heading over to Takami's agency, you were meeting him for lunch whilst he had a break. ~ Entering the building, you walked straight up to his office. ~ Takami had made a big parade of showing you off around the building when the two of you had become a couple, a sort of bird tradition, he said. ~ At the entrance to his office, his receptionist seemed worried. ~ Looking up at you, they looked even more worried, "(l/n)-san! I'm so sorry, but you can't go in there, Hawks is... Is in a m-meeting!" ~ You looked at them confused, "Takami didn't mention any meeting to me..." You mumbled under your breath, but still turned to wait downstairs, preparing a text to let him know. ~ When you heard a loud crash, coming straight from Takami's office. ~ Turning swiftly, you rushed into his office, slamming the doors open, "Takami! What..." ~ As you let your eyes drag around the room, you could see the amount of damage he had done. ~ His computer had been completely demolished, the screen shattered and cables torn. The paintings on his walls had been ripped to shreds. Paperwork was everywhere. Takami was stood staring out the window, after having thrown the books off the shelves. ~ His feathers were ruffled and his breathing was heavy. ~ "Honey..." ~ Takami turned, shocked, clearly not having heard you enter. ~ "Uh, hey chick, I'm sorry, you... You weren't supposed to see that..." ~ Takami looked truly ashamed of himself, he hadn't wanted you to see him like this, but he had been killing himself thinking about what had happened to you. ~ "What did you do?" You asked him, walking closer to him, holding his hands gently in yours. ~ He sighed, sitting down in his chair and looking up at you, his usually impish face looking tired. ~ "What happened to you, shouldn't have happened, I've been so busy working I wasn't looking after you and this happened." ~ Takami looked so disgusted with himself, staring at his feet. ~ "I was supposed to keep you safe, I failed. You were scared and your privacy was violated, I should have been there baby bird and I didn't even know this had happened to you until after they caught the guy!" ~ You could see he was getting more and more upset, you lifted his chin, pressing a kiss against his forehead. ~ "My love, this wasn't a situation you could control, it's been handled and I feel safe, because I'm with you. Now can we please go to lunch and maybe look at new decor for your office? You look like you could use some!" ~ Takami smiled gratefully at you, kissing your hands before nodding, holding the door open as you both left to go to your favourite chicken place. ~ This would never happen again.

I hope this was okay! I'm not used to writing for some of these characters, but I hope you enjoyed it!

[pernesophe]

Arranged Marriage to the Demon Sakuragi

Chapter 1: Move

WC: 6090 Synopsis: You are an American who moved back to Japan to live with your father - Kenzo Asano - after your grandmother passed away. Truthfully, you had started receiving cryptic letters, small messages, and flowers left in places you’d typically be. One thing that remained constant was the signature: “It’s a beautiful day for flowers, isn’t it?” After a few months being back home, your father proposes you marry The Demon of Sakuragi to ease tensions between the two rival clans. You agree, hoping your marriage can create a lasting alliance and peace. How will you manage being wife of The Demon turned babysitter? Can he love you? Can you love him? Will the letters and flowers stop now that you’re in Japan, with a husband who is Yakuza to boot?

MDNI TW: angst, stalking, general fear / paranoia, multiple character deaths mentioned / grief, slow burn, fluff, eventual smut Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch.5

Life is wonderful, beautiful, and at times perhaps a little grotesque. This is what you have intimately learned over the years, between moving back to America with your mother to help your grandmother care for your ailing grandfather. Days were spent watching TV and listening to his whimsical stories about when he was a boy and how everything was so different now - all the while the room reeked of antiseptic to keep the deadly germs at bay. To the day that your mother’s head cold turned lethal, and a short 24 hours later you were helping your grandmother choose floral arrangements for the wake. You were grateful for your grandmother just as much as she was for you as the two of you poured over the arrangements, and finally decided on Stark White Lilies. Your mother’s favorite. 

This fact was drilled in when you decided to volunteer at the hospital, specifically in the burn ward. It was gruesome, even turned your stomach the way heat and flame could crisp a person like they were flambe. The stench permeated your hair, clothes, and when it wasn’t burnt skin it was the antiseptic that burned your nose - the rubber glove smell that clung to your fingertips. Still, you couldn’t help the wealth of beauty in watching a person burn to almost a husk, and then be put back together again. It was like watching a forest regrow after an inferno tore through the mountainside. 

For some reason you didn’t mind the smell, the sight, or the way some patients would direct their anger at you - all of it felt cleansing to the losses you’d felt up to that point. Because at least they were going home, and you got to facilitate that, like a gardener diligently watering, fertilizing and pruning a dying plant until it could flourish once more.

It took your mind off the fact that your grandfather’s chair has sat empty for years now, since he passed only one short year after your mother, and yet the living room still reeked of antiseptic somehow. Or how you haven’t been able to replace the white lilies on your mother’s grave stone in months, and you weren’t sure when or if you would visit her again. It especially distracted you from the fact that your grandmother was growing older and weaker with each passing day, or how you could almost feel the grief and ensuing loneliness clawing at your ankles with each step you took.

Still, as you looked yourself over in the L hall bathroom mirror just outside the NICU, a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes cut across your face. Twisting the silver band around your thumb that belonged to your grandfather, then you smoothed down your marigold scrubs and exited the bathroom. As you stepped under the fluorescent lights reflected by the shiny bleached floor under your bright, white tennis shoes - one of the nurses called out to you.

“Hey Y/N, look what someone left for you!” Lynn, the brunette nurse with kind mocha eyes, said as she held up an ornate vase filled with stark white lilies, a knowing grin on her face. “Someone has a secret admirer,” she added in a teasing tone with a wiggle of her brow.

A curious expression twisted your face as you crossed to the nursing station, taking the flowers from her. On the tallest one hung a small handwritten card on a string. Without any hesitation, you opened the card to reveal a short message:

“It’s a beautiful day for flowers.”

It was odd to say the least, but you just assumed whoever sent them was maybe a little awkward. Simpering down at the note as a blush crept over your cheeks, you looked back at the nurse with excitement in your eyes.

“Did you see who left them?” You asked her, barely containing your giddiness, while she put on a dramatic scowl before responding. 

“Ugh, I wish! I came back from the bathroom and they were just on the counter. I even asked around if anyone saw who left them, but nobody did.” She said, the disappointment evident in her tone. 

Humming curiously, but you smiled nonetheless, wondering who would think to send you flowers. That night you showed them to your grandmother, to which she was overjoyed for you, but then she asked if white lilies were your favorite. Like your mom. After some thought you disclosed that no, they weren’t your favorite. She had also mentioned that it was odd for a secret admirer to send you lilies, even going as far to ask, “why not roses?”

Of course you had to admit that it was a little odd, not to mention a weird coincidence that they’re the same type of flowers from your mother’s wake and funeral. But you just chocked it up to that - a weird coincidence, and that  maybe your admirer was just socially awkward.

Little did you know that this wouldn’t be the last of the flowers and notes - far from it actually. 

After that day at the hospital, you started receiving flowers with the same message everywhere you went. Some days you’d arrive at your one class at Uni to find an intricate vase housing a plumage of blindingly white lilies. Of course, the girls in your class would ooh and aah over them, how lucky you were, and you would thank them with a smile despite the mounting unease at the sight of them. It became a common occurrence for your volunteer manager to pull you aside at the start of your shift to deliver yet another decadent display of florals, and though she would compliment them it was becoming increasingly apparent that she was growing tired of it. 

One day when you were walking home from your shift at the hospital, you passed the phone booth on the corner, and what was left inside like some ornate piece of jewelry in a display case? Stark. White. Lilies. 

Panic climbed up your spine and constricted your lungs as you whipped your head to and fro for any glimpse of your secret “admirer”. Despite every primal urge screaming at you not to, you opened the booth and gingerly picked up the flowers to find the signature card:

“It’s a beautiful day for flowers.”

Stumbling out of the booth, your rubber soles scuffed on the pavement - the glass vase slipping from your grasp to where it shattered in front of the bi-fold door. Your lungs burned and your muscles ached as you sprinted the whole way home. The moment you burst through the apartment door, you slammed it shut and bolted the lock before collapsing in your bewildered grandmother’s arms. All you told her was that you had a bad day at the hospital as she soothingly stroked your hair and shushed your sobs, still not quite sure how to explain what was going on. 

What even was going on?

That question plagued your mind all through the night and into the next day. The following weeks felt like you were just floating through them as you waited for the next flower delivery, but to your surprise they stopped. Weeks turned into months, and after a while you began to relax - believing that whoever was messing with you found something, or someone, of more interest.

Until your mother’s death anniversary rolled around. It was still tender even though it had happened years ago, so you and your grandmother would typically hole up in the apartment and watch “Beaches”. Your mom’s favorite movie. 

The day had passed much the same as the years prior - both of you woke up, made breakfast, cleaned a bit, and lit an incense on your mother’s shrine. The two of you went about your separate activities until the evening came, where you cooked dinner together before settling in for the movie. 

As the opening credits began, the doorbell rang, and you looked at each other curiously while shaking your heads. Neither of you were expecting company tonight. So, you told your grandmother to stay on the couch while you went to see who it was. Peering through the peephole first, but all you saw was the empty corridor. Cautiously, you opened the door a crack to see no one there, but as you went to shut it a flash of white caught your eye. As your gaze focused downward, air caught in your throat, heart pounding against your ribs.

Carefully placed on the doormat, directly in the center as if to frame it, was the fanciest vase yet housing none other than a stunning bouquet of white lilies. After a long moment, you swallowed thickly, and then stooped to pick up the vase. Opening the card tied delicately to the largest lily, you felt your blood run cold as your eyes scanned the cryptic message:

“It’s a beautiful day for flowers, isn’t it?”

It had changed, albeit slightly, but why? Immediately, you stepped out of the apartment and walked the flowers straight to the dumpsters at the bottom of the stairs. They made a satisfying crashing sound as the glass exploded against the side of the metal basin, and as you climbed back up the stairs you tried to not think about the fact that whoever it was knew where you lived.

Several months passed before you received another bouquet. During that time, you mulled over the flowers, notes, and specifically your mother’s death date. The more you thought it over the more you were convinced that maybe it wasn’t intended to be cruel? Though the note sounded almost congratulatory, it could have been meant to be a condolence. Anxiety held you by the nape through every waking moment as you ping ponged between analyzing the messages, and trying not to think about them at all.

That is until your grandmother fell and broke her elbow.

It had just started getting icy outside, and you had been nagging her about the stairs being slippery, so you already knew when you received the call. Luckily she was taken to the hospital where you volunteer so you went straight to her room, but on the way one of the nurses flagged you down.

“Y/N! Someone left these for you,” she said as she held up a vase of white lilies. A notch formed in your brow just from the sight, but you quickly told her that you would come back after checking on your grandmother. Luckily, despite the break, it wasn’t too bad.

After checking on her, you returned to the nurses station for the flowers. As expected, a note was delicately tied to the top of the flowers. It was the same message as the one from your mother’s death anniversary:

“It’s a beautiful day for flowers, isn’t it?”

A deep sense of unease that you just couldn’t shake seeped into your bones. Still, you never mentioned it to your grandmother, especially with her recent injury - she already had enough on her plate. So, the following months passed looking over your shoulder, because you constantly felt like you were being watched.

Unfortunately, after your grandmother was released from the hospital, she came down with the flu and it wasn’t long before she was back in the hospital. Though you knew the years were adding up for her, it was difficult to watch the strong woman who raised you deteriorate in a hospital bed. Even the burn ward brought you little comfort during this time, because whereas you knew they were going home, in your heart of hearts you knew your grandmother wasn’t.

It had been months since the last time you received flowers, but when you saw the stark white lilies on the doormat of your apartment you knew right then and there that your grandmother died. They arrived before the call came a few moments later, and the sympathetic “I’m so sorry, she’s gone…” was uttered through the phone. Anger, sadness, dread - none of it could penetrate the thick numbness that settled over you as you made your way to the hospital.

That night after you picked up a volunteer shift, a male volunteer - Cyrus - who just started at the hospital offered to walk you home since he lived nearby, because you were obviously having a day. The two of you weren’t close, but had had enough amicable conversations that you agreed. He was kind enough to let you vent to him, and for some reason you spilled everything.

From the first flowers with the message you received, to the ones that were left for you this morning. Cyrus was shaken by your story, and convinced you to report everything to the police, and promised to come back the next morning to go with you to the police and make a report. For the first time in a long while, you felt relief mingled with a sense of hope that maybe things would be okay.

As the sun rose the next morning, and you waited to hear from your newfound friend, your phone stayed silent. No knocks were tapped on your door - he never came or called. But what did arrive were more flowers with another note. You weren’t sure when they were left on your doormat, but they were waiting for you when you decided to just head to the hospital and stop waiting around.

Dread crept over your skin like the cold after you step out of the shower and don’t dry off right away. Though you tried not to think about it - to not consider the possibilities - later that day, you heard that your coworker’s apartment burned down and that he was in the ICU.

Only then did you start to believe that it was more than a prank or mean joke. You had a stalker, and they were dangerous.

You were steeped in a tingly numbness for the rest of the day. Even as you walked home, you couldn’t bring yourself to look over your shoulder or search for any signs that your secret “admirer” was around. Walking through the door of your empty apartment while you tried not to analyze the new definition behind that phrase as you sank into the couch. Without much thought you pulled out your phone, staring at the numbers, as you dialed one you still knew by heart. Even if you hadn’t called it in quite some time. The shadows in your apartment shifted with passing headlights below as the line rang.

“Asano residence,” a gruff voice answered. One you recognized, but it wasn’t the person you were trying to reach. 

“Um. Hello… I’m sorry to call so late, or early… sorry I’m not sure what time it is there.” Nervously rambling as you tried to find the words. Why were you calling anyway? It’s been so long since the two of you talked, so maybe he wouldn’t want to hear from you anyway. The voice on the other end remained silent through your rambling, until finally you asked.

“I-it’s Y/N. Could I speak to my dad… please?” Stumbling over your words as you choked out what you wanted to say. After a long pause, the gruff voice answered, but brighter this time.

“Y/N!! I haven’t heard from you in awhile! It’s me - Kenji! How are you?!” He inquired excitedly. Kenji had always been like an older brother to you, and was often saddled with babysitting you when you lived in Japan.

A part of you felt overjoyed to hear his excitement, but it was also the first time you’ve been asked how you are in so long. A lump formed in your throat as hot, wet tears fell down your face and sniffles echoed through the receiver. 

“Y/N? Are you still there?” Concern laced Kenji’s voice at the sound of soft sniffling on the other side of the phone. Which only mounted into anxiety when you failed to choke back a sob as the damn broke.

“K-Kenji,” you cried wetly, “e-everything is s-so messed u-up… I j-just want to come h-home.” Voice cracking over your words - barely getting out what you needed to say before you were racked with body shaking sobs. 

“Y/N…” Kenji’s own voice cracked when he heard you sobbing on the other end, and you could hear muffled voices in the background. Some words came through like, “is she alright?”, “what’s going on?” But Kenji was too busy floundering over what he could say to you to answer them. Finally, Kenji figured out what to say as his soothing voice came through the phone again.

“Hey, hey, hey - it’s okay Y/N. Everything will be okay. We’re coming to get you. Soma and Hanzo are already on their way - how does that sound?” He sounded more like a mother comforting her crying child, then the intimidating man you knew him to be.

“G-good, t-thank you…” you whispered back as your sobs subsided a little bit. 

“You still live in the same apartment?” He asked, and you hummed out an affirmative. “They won’t get there until the day after tomorrow - will you be okay until then?” He questioned softly.

“Mhm, I’ll be okay. Thank you Kenji…” warbling out between sniffles. “Sorry I haven’t been keeping in touch,” you whispered pathetically afterwards.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll call to check on you tomorrow, okay?” His tone was still calming to the point that you could almost be convinced he wasn't Yakuza.

“Okay. Goodnight.” You whispered before hanging up, and then you curled into the cushion of your sofa as you watched the night pass through the sliding glass door. You realized you didn’t sleep at all when the first rays of light touched the balcony and filtered in through the foggy glass.

Two Days Later:

Barely leaving your apartment over the past couple of days, you anxiously packed and fidgeted around between boxing things and peering out the window. You didn’t bother wrapping up with the leasing office or your job, since Kenji promised to take care of everything. Somehow he did too - from the other side of the world. 

No flowers came in the time you waited. Maybe because whoever was sending them didn’t think you leaving the country warranted “a beautiful day for flowers.”

The morning after you called Kenji, you called him back to explain the sudden death in your family, so you didn’t have to when Hanzo and Soma arrived. Conveniently, you left out the stalker with the hopes that moving across an ocean would deter them.

When Hanzo and Soma made their way up the stairs to your apartment, they discussed what to get for lunch while they helped you pack. So when they knocked and you met them at the door with 3 pieces of luggage and a purse slung over your shoulder, they were taken aback.

“Need help… packing?” Hanzo started to ask, but trailed off as he peered around you to see a completely empty apartment. Since they took care of everything else, you spent the past two days selling all the furniture in your apartment.

“Oh no thank you, everything’s packed already. Are y’all ready to go?” Punctuating your question with a tilt of your head, as you smiled brightly at them. Though your eyes weren’t able to hide the fact that you were itching to get out of there while you nervously fidgeted with the silver band around your thumb.

“No problem, let’s go.” Soma said curtly, not bothering with Hanzo’s concerned look thrown his way. Gesturing towards the stairs, he lets you lead the way to the sleek black car parked outside of the leasing office. After everything is loaded and you’ve settled into the leather backseat, the three of you began the long journey home.

Back Home in Japan

Kenzo Asano, your father, and head of the Asano clan cut his trip short when he received a call from his second in command, Kenji, about you coming home. His tentative partners, at one time rivals with the Asanos, the Sakuragi Clan were actually pretty understanding. Thankfully.

Though you insisted that he stay and finish up his business, since between Kenji, Hanzo and Soma the move, funeral and burial were all covered. Still, he arrived at the Asano estate mere hours after you and pulled you into a big bear hug. It had been years since anyone had hugged you like that, so you couldn’t stop the flood of tears as you sobbed into your dad’s chest. 

After you had calmed down, he took you to the conference room, where you told him about your grandma’s injury, her hospital stay, and her eventual passing. Though you deliberately left out the flowers, notes, and stalker. He poured green tea into two matching cups while he listened intently. 

“I’m so sorry Y/N,” he spoke softly after you finished regaling the past several months to him. “I had no idea you’ve been shouldering all of that by yourself.” He said as he patted your hand soothingly. Fresh tears spilled down your cheeks from his words, but you couldn’t think of what to say in response. The validation was cathartic though. 

After you two finished your tea, your dad showed you to your room. It was almost exactly how you left it when you moved away, barring a bigger bed and some updated decorations. Your dad told you that Kenji could help if you wanted to change anything, but just told him it was perfect. That night, for the first time since you were maybe 10, your dad tucked you in. It felt incredibly nostalgic as he bid you a goodnight from the door before switching out the light.

After about a week of milling about the estate and catching up with old faces, you fell into a routine pretty easily. It was a little awkward to be around your father again at some points, especially when conversation would steer towards the past or your mother. But he was as doting as he had always been, so it wasn’t a huge deal. After about a month, he was able to find you a good therapist to process grief, and helped you get a job at the local art museum. Your dad said it would be a good change of pace from the hospital, and your therapist agreed. At the end of the day, he knew you just needed something to keep you distracted and busy.

Though you weren’t convinced about the museum job at first, missing the hustle and bustle of the hospital, you eventually grew to love it. It was wonderful, beautiful, and grotesque in a completely different way. There was no smell of burnt skin or antiseptic, just lemon scented cleaning products and moth balls. Everyone you worked with had their favorite exhibits, but they were intrigued when they found out yours wasn’t a specific exhibit, but very specific pieces of grotesque art.

“The Bad Doctors” by James Ensor that toured through the museum at one point. Your interest was absolutely piqued after you read its description: 

“The theme of Ensor's satirical print goes back to an old visual tradition, in which doctors are reduced to money-making caricatures and characterised as quacks and charlatans. Not infrequently, the supposed link between the practice of the doctor and death is emphasised. All these elements are also present in Ensor's print, including the doctors ordering each other around and the man with the scythe sneaking into the room. The doctors depicted were all professors at the medical faculty of the Université Libre de Bruxelles. From left to right they are represented: Jules-Adrien Thiriar, Emile Yseux, Guillaume Rommelaere, Jean-Joseph Crocq and Joseph Sacré. The unfortunate patient has not been identified.”

This piece in particular reminded you of the hustle and bustle of the hospital for obvious reasons, but more specifically when someone coded. It was like every person on the floor would jump into action while you stood back against the wall. Sometimes, when the person didn’t make it, just before the frantic life saving efforts were halted, you could feel a stillness fall over the person. Then, the room, and slowly that stillness would spread throughout the hospital. You never saw it, but it truly felt as if death walked past every panicked body in the room just to pluck the patient’s soul and carry them down the quieting corridor.

Next, you favored “The Cave of Spleen” by Aubrey Beardsley which illustrates the poem “The Rape of the Lock, Canto IV” written by Alexander Pope. The drawing itself was quite endearing - filled with thin ink lines to create fantastical women with animal legs, florals here and there, all swirled in the dark lines of the main woman’s hair. The section of the poem that the drawing was based on had to do with a man who stole a lock of a woman's hair and how the world around him became strange and distorted after that. If you had to guess by the look of the drawing, it seemed as if the man lost his sanity all together.

Finally, “The Intrigue” by James Ensor that toured through shortly after “The Bad Doctors”. Though the description was shorter, again you were thoroughly interested: “The story behind the painting is autobiographical and inspired by an actual event during Ensor's life. It depicts his sister's marriage with a Chinese art dealer from Berlin that caused a scandal in Ensor's hometown.” The painting itself was so expressive, that you didn’t feel the description required more than that. The art dealer’s face was stoic and unexpressive, while the people around him wore wide grins - some throwing their heads back in laughter. It was one of those paintings that was difficult to deep-dive into an analysis about, but it did often leave you with a sense of second-hand embarrassment tinged with melancholy. 

Each of the pieces encompassed all of those things you ached for that the hospital had satiated. They were masterfully done, and conveyed a rawness that you rarely saw outside of that gruesome building. A form of dark humor that you hadn’t heard muttered outside of those blindingly white walls before. Sometimes you would hear, “I could’ve done that,” spat through the exhibit. But it always brought a knowing smile to your lips, because truly they couldn’t. Just like they shy away from rag filled bins in the corner of hospital rooms - they shied away from these pieces as well, making it simply impossible for them to wade through such dark emotions, let alone recreate them.

Outside of working at the museum, you also found that you had a penchant for karaoke. You only discovered this after meeting a curious fellow wearing bright red heels, Rei Hojo. It was raining terribly on your way home from work, and while rounding a corner you ran face first into a broad chest that emitted a high pitched, ‘oof!’ Stumbling over yourself with apologies, but the kind man just waved you off and offered to buy you a cup of coffee while the rain died down. While the two of you sat in the cafe, talking and giggling like old friends, you learned that Rei was in the area because he was doing karaoke today. Never having done something like that before, he offered to bring you along which you happily agreed. Turns out you're a pretty good singer, and Rei made sure to let you know through squealing compliments. Safe to say the two of you became fast friends. So a lot of your friday or saturday evenings were spent telling your father that you were working a late shift at the museum while you belted duets with Rei.

Despite how kind everyone had been, you still couldn’t bring up your stalker to your family or therapist. Every time you considered telling your dad or Kenji, some voice in your head would tell you that you left all of that behind you. The Secret “Admirer” was in America, and you were in Japan now. Safe and sound. Even though you froze everytime you got mail, and physically flinched when flowers were brought into the house. 

It’s not like everyone around the estate didn’t notice - it’s kind of their line of work to notice things that are out of place, especially when it comes to their own family. But none of them knew what was wrong, or how to ask you about it. They all assumed you were working it out in therapy.

Since you had fallen into a routine and found some things to keep you busy, you didn’t really notice that the things they did ask you about pertained to relationships. Dating. Who you were currently dating, or if you wanted to date. What your thoughts are on marriage. Though the questions put a notch in your brow at times, you just chocked it up to them being protective or something. 

The only other thing of note was how they consistently talked about “The Demon of Sakuragi” or “Yakuza Crusher” Kirishima. It’s not like anyone spoke to you directly about him, but the stories you heard were certainly daunting to say the least. But you just assumed it wasn’t any of your business, so you didn’t dwell on it too much.

2-3 months later:

No flowers or notes have been delivered or left for you anywhere, but still you couldn’t shake this dreadful feeling that you were being watched again. When you were walking alone you fell back into the habit of looking over your shoulder, and sometimes you would catch yourself doing a double take because you thought you saw stark white lilies.

One day after your shift at the museum, you were called into a meeting with multiple members of the family - something that you’ve never really experienced before. Your father informed you that the Asano clan was working towards an alliance with the Sakuragi clan. Of course you were aware that the two families have been at odds for decades, but you weren’t sure what that had to do with you. Kenzo finished by saying that he hoped to achieve a “lasting peace” between the two clans.

“That’s great, right?” You quietly offered, despite the tension in the room.

“Ahem yes, but we need something more concrete than a verbal agreement…” Kenzo cleared his throat before speaking, and then trailed off. A notch formed in your brow as you cocked your head at the uncertainty in his tone. 

“Typically, by tradition, the two families would seal an alliance with a marriage contract…” elaborating slowly as he tilted his head forward, hoping the gears would turn. As you just stared at him, he added, “that’s where you would come in, if you are willing.” 

The gears have only just started turning as the word ‘marriage contract’ solidifies in your mind. When you continued silently staring at him, Kenzo offered lightly, “I know you’re only 23, and you’ve been through a lot lately. But I’m hoping this could be a new chapter for you. Also the person you would marry, if you agree, is only 28. So he’s not too much older than you, nor has he ever been married before.”

“Who would I be marrying?” Inquiring curiously as you leaned a little closer over the table to grip your cup of tea.

“Toru Kirishima…” your father hesitated before continuing as he mulled over to divulge the next piece of information.

“He’s called the ‘Demon of Sakuragi’, but he’s mellowed out a lot since he was given that title. Kazuhiko has also assured me that Kirishima is respectable, and the Sakuragi clan does not abide mistreatment of their female family members.” He rushed to get the details out. Of course, you were aware that the bitter feud has caused a few issues to their tentative alliance. Honestly, even in the few short months since arriving you’ve gotten really good at patching knife wounds because of it. 

‘The Demon of Sakuragi… Intimidating. I think even my stalker would think twice…’, musing silently, and then you swiftly chastised yourself - hating the fact that this faceless person still occupied your mind. Peering into the now cold cup grasped in your palms as you mulled over the decision wordlessly.

“Okay. I agree.” Finally you broke the silence with your words, devoid of any doubt.

“Well, if you would just give it some thought…” Kenzo began reflexively, before your words registered, “wait. You agree?!” His head snapped up from where he was staring at his hands as the shocked words bounced off the bamboo floors. 

“Yes, I agree. Am I allowed to make my own requests about the contract though?” Querying apprehensively before you straightened up and squared your shoulders to look at your father officially, attempting to be assertive.

“Uh, well. It depends on what they are…” Kenzo responded slowly as a crease formed in his brow. It had been so long since the two of you lived together, so he couldn’t really predict what your demands would be.

“Well, I guess I don’t know what the marriage contract entails… or if there’ll be a wedding…” beginning cautiously as your nerves started to get the better of you, but Kenzo just nodded for you to continue. 

“If there is a wedding, then I left mom’s dress and hairpin with a good friend back in the States…” you inhaled a slow breath to steady yourself before making the request, “the letter she left with them said she wanted me to wear them when I get married. So I don't know if it’s possible, but if there is a wedding, then I’d like to have those shipped here.” Despite your attempts to be assertive, your voice shook, and you felt yourself shrinking inward the longer you spoke. Though your father just threw you a gentle smile at the simple request.

“There will certainly be a wedding, probably the biggest we’ve seen in a long time.” He reassured you with an airy laugh as he room filled with soft chuckles, and the tension in the room finally dissipated. “I will ensure your mother’s effects are shipped here well before the date. We’ll be sure to find a planner who can merge some Eastern and Western themes for you as well.” Kenzo promised as a wide grin spread over his face, obviously grateful that you agreed at all.

“Thank you very much.” Bowing your head respectfully as relief washed over you, and a small smile graced your features. 

“Did you have any other requests?” Kenzo urged gently, as he seemed to already know that, in your usual manner, the requests were incredibly small and doable, yet extremely important to you. 

“Uh, well… Will I still be allowed to work at the museum? Like, will I be expected to be a stay at home wife or anything like that?” Murmuring nervously as your face began to burn from the embarrassment of asking at all. The unspoken questions floated in the air between you and your father as you peered at him expectantly, anxiously sliding the silver ring up and down your thumb.

Will I still be allowed to be me? Can I still do the things I enjoy?

This time a chorus of laughter broke out in the room as your father threw his head back with laughter too. Though he quickly shushed them, and the room fell quiet again as he regarded you warmly.

“Yes you will be allowed to continue to work at the museum, volunteer, and sing at those late night karaoke hangouts you try to hide from us. Though I recommend not hiding things from your future husband - just as a general rule of marriage.” Kenzo teased with a reassuring smile, hoping you finally felt at ease with the situation.

“And here I thought I was doing a good job of keeping it a secret,” you said sheepishly before bursting out laughing, as you hid your face in your hands. Cackles and guffaws filled the room, and even shushing from the boss couldn’t quiet them for several minutes. 

That night, after your father and Kenji made their calls to the Sakuragi clan, you all drank sake and celebrated the good news. For the first time in a long, long while you felt really happy and carefree, so much so that you didn’t even feel like you were being watched. Not once did you look over your shoulder, or hesitate before walking into a darkened room the whole night. 

Of course that meant that you didn’t turn to look outside when passing by the window that overlooked the courtyard. Nor did you notice the accidental flash coming from behind the tea house located on the far edge of the garden.

References: The Bad Doctors from the Museum of Fine Arts Ghent Website The Cave of Spleen by Audrey Beardsley from The Art History Project Website The Intrigue from Wikipedia

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Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch.5

[javaghoul]

Stalkers

How would TG handle being followed around by some creep?

Touka doesn't think of the risk, she confronts them. She doesn't ask them why they're following her, she tells them to stop. Immediately. And if that message doesn't get across, well...

He's used to heads turning when he enters the room, and it wouldn't be the first, second or third time he's had love-struck peers tag along behind him. But once Shuu notices they're more than someone with a crush, he'll react differently. Initially, Shuu finds it somewhat humorous. Kudos if they manage to lurk around without his notice. It'll swiftly turn to annoyance, however, and I don't think he'll entertain the thought of a firm but fair "Leave me alone" warning: he'll either make a point of their attention not being reciprocated or have them disposed of if they become too much of a nuisance.

Rize just kills them 🤷‍♀️

Admittedly, Mutsuki finds it unnerving. He hates the idea of someone watching him and starts staying at home more often.

Once he determines that they're not CCG, Yomo is likely to ask them what they're doing. I think out of all the ghouls, he's the one to find the idea of a stalker the most uncomfortable. He's a private guy, isn't aware of his own appeal, and is very suspicious. He would definitely spend the most time mulling over how to deal with the problem "ethically".

Like Shuu, Arima is used to the attention. Is aware of a small group of civilian "super fans" that try and keep tabs on their favourite investigators. As long as they don't get in his way, he doesn't care.

Naki doesn't notice. Well, he NOTICES someone following him and watching him, but he doesn't consider them a stalker - just a person that's suddenly "there". 11/10 chance he befriends them.

Koma would consider them to be more of an overly shy (not so) secret admirer. Providing they don't get super weird, he'd probably find it flattering.

Eto's used to having overzealous fans and handles them accordingly: she either ignores them or encourages them in equal measures. She's several steps ahead of everyone else, so I doubt she could be "stalked". She also can't be frightened, so the whole pursuit is kinda redundant. Sorry stalker.

[bloodyfeverdreams]

Day 19, 23- shidekobushi

19 was hard, so this is what came of it. It's not my strongest work, but it's still finished. That's all that matters^^

prompts- floral bouquet and stalking- Bakugou has a stalker, one who he sees as nothing more than an annoyance. but this wouldn't be a whump story if she was just an annoyance ;) mostly really this is slice of life with whump^^

AO3 link- https://archiveofourown.org/works/50331565

A hero needed to be constantly aware of their surroundings, able to tell the slightest difference between movements to make sure they’re not caught off guard, and Katsuki lived by that code. Even though he ignored all the stares he’d become more aware of after Kamino, and very much ignored how anxious that made him feel, he still noticed who was staring at him, assessing their threat status, or how annoying they were. The top of that list right now was this dumb little brunette from support, who hadn’t stopped staring at him for almost a month now. If he flicked his eyes over to her, glaring strongly, she always turned her head to the side, and it tightened the dread that had started building in his gut. There were two scenarios where someone would need to stare at him for so long, and one was particularly worse than the other. The first was simple, they were a threat to him, either challenging his authority or prowess, and he could deal with them easily. The second drove him up the wall. Ever since middle school, where the other kids had finally begun to notice the other gender, or the same gender depending on which way they swung, he’d been plagued by other people leaving chocolates on his desk, slipping little notes into his locker, or worst of all, actually talking to him with a nervous smile and hopeful eyes, asking him for coffee or to go on a walk.

He might take a little too much pleasure shutting them down sometimes, but watching as their faces collapsed when he bluntly turned them down was his consolation prize for being forced to deal with this shit in the first place. It was their own fault really, he’d made it very clear that he had no interest in romance, especially not the ‘traditional’ way. He always thought it was so stupid, leaving terrible chocolate or pieces of worthless paper with shitty drawings all over it. If he ever became interested in romance, (which he absolutely doubted but the old hag kept telling him she was the same way when she was his age but she found herself wanting it as she got older so he supposed it was technically possible) he would be the one doing the ‘wooing’ or whatever shit it was called. He wasn’t a coward, he’d just go up to the person and tell them and start dating them. He would never be approached by anyone and actually accept it.

Katsuki had hoped to dissuade her by loudly talking about how he didn’t date around her. His friends had asked him if he’d ever dated before coming to U.A., and he’d taken advantage of the opportunity. Ashido was the most perceptive in the class when it came to unnecessary emotions, calling the couples that would eventually get together with disturbing accuracy, so he’d thought that she’d asked because she also noticed the girl and was putting feelers out if he was interested. He’d tried to make it blatantly obvious that he wasn’t to get her to back off, but that just seemed to spur her on. Not even yelling at her to leave him alone worked, at least Deku listened to that.

When she started showing up at places he went, he started to get very uncomfortable. She would never actually engage with him, just be there, at arm’s length, constantly making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Dread mixed with anxiety that he refused to admit was anxiety, telling himself that it was just some stupid bitch who couldn’t read a fucking room. Deku had been similar, though he actually had been invited to the places he was going because the old hag had insisted on inviting Auntie Inko and inviting Auntie always meant Deku coming too. The damn nerd may have constantly stared and asked too many questions, but at least he wasn’t always at the edge of his perception, raising his hackles every goddamn time. His skin crawled every time he saw her, when he decided to get Lunch Rush’s food rather than make his own she was always there, when he went to the gym to spar or workout she was always there pretending to work out, when all of his classmates were outside enjoying the sun and he was studying away from them (but not too far away) she was always on another bench or behind a tree. This dumb extra was fucking insane, apparently, and eventually he went back to ignoring her, hoping that complete disinterest in her actions would work.

It hadn’t, much to his dismay.

“You know, dude, maybe we should just start inviting that girl to go with us places.” Kaminari said lightly, ignoring Katsuki’s glare. “We already know she’s gonna be there anyways, might as well give her an invitation.”

“I barely tolerate you fucks, invite her and I’ll stick your head to the top of the flagpole.” Katsuki growled, trying to suppress how uncomfortable that made him.

“But if we do, then she’ll see how much better boyfriend material I am.” Kaminari laughed, puffing up his nonexistent chest. “That’ll get her off your back.”

Tense muscles unwound just a little as Katsuki recognized that Kaminari was actually trying to help, just in the stupidest way possible. He supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised, he’d named the idiot Dunce Face for a reason, and not just because of his whey mode.

But the idea still made him pause. “Aren’t you literally always trying to get into Ears’ pants? And Mindfreak’s now too?”

Kaminari looked quickly over to where the two purples were… off purpling, he didn’t fucking know and he didn’t care. All he cared about was Dunce Face kept inviting more and more people to be in their little group that Katsuki couldn’t escape and it really pissed him the fuck off.

“I mean, yeah, but there’s always the ‘make em jealous’ route.” Kaminari said, once he realized his two purples were out of earshot.

“That literally never works, you’re just a fucking idiot.” Katsuki said, ignoring the fact that he was actually somehow giving relationship advice. God, what was his life now?

Kaminari sort of deflated with too much emotion for Katsuki to process all of them. “Well, I don’t know what else to do! I flirt with them, and they just make fun of me.”

“As they should.”

“Kacchan!” Kaminari huffed. “My point is, I’m running out of ideas here. A guy can only take so much friendly ribbing before he goes crazy!”

“Why are you asking me?” Katsuki in disbelief.

“Because I’ve already asked everyone else, and nothing’s working.” Kaminari whined.

“Maybe if you stop being such a huge idiot all the time, they might pay attention to you.” Katsuki scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Get better lines, I’m so fucking sick of the shitty ones you have. If you say another corny ass bullshit one-liner, I’m throwing you out the window.”

“Hey, my lines are awesome!” Kaminari said, getting another eye roll and scoff.

“Sure, if you’re five or in one of those god awful romance movies.”

Kaminari pouted. “I don’t know what that girl sees in you.”

Katsuki didn’t either.

“Girl?” Ah, hell, Ashido. Great, way to make this conversation worse. “Is there a girl? Oh my god, Bakugou do you like someone?”

“Fuck no.” Katsuki barked, making her pout.

“Nah, we’re talking about Kacchan’s stalker.” Kaminari said, saving him from another lecture about not yelling at people who ask stupid questions. “We don’t know what she sees in him.”

“Fuck you, I’m great.” Katsuki snapped. “If I did want to date someone, which I don’t, but if I did, I’d be the greatest fucking boyfriend ever. Your stupid pickup lines wouldn’t be good enough to lick the dirt off my boots.”

Kaminari cringed at his crudeness, but Ashido just stared at him with her too knowing eyes. “You know, Bakugou, if you keep that up, you’ll end up single for the rest of your life.”

“Good.” Katsuki snarled. “Romance is for the weak minded.”

“Mm, you say that now.” Ashido said, still staring at him. “I still swear by the end of second year, you’ll be with someone. I just know it.”

Katsuki blanched a little, deciding to never date anyone ever while he was here at U.A. just to spite her, even if the world turned upside down and he somehow actually wanted to. Kaminari laughed at his face, which Katsuki ended with a hard smack! to his arm.

“Don’t laugh at me!”

“Sorry, Kacchan but you should’ve seen your face.” Kaminari said, rubbing his arm but still giggling a little. Bastard.

“I don’t date. At all.” Katsuki stated bluntly. “Least of all her. She’s a fucking creep.”

“If you’re uncomfortable around her, why don’t you just tell her to leave you alone, and that you’re not interested?” Mina asked.

Katsuki’s eye twitched. “I have. She won’t take the fucking hint.”

“Just tell someone, then.” Mina shrugged, as if it were that easy. “I’m sure one of the teachers would step in for stalking. Pretty sure it’s against the rules or something. Or we could do it, maybe she’ll listen to us.”

“I don’t need anyone to ‘step in’, I don’t need help.” Katsuki growled. “I can handle this on my own, without anyone meddling in my fucking business.”

Katsuki just needed her to just make her stupid public confession, so he could embarrass her in front of everyone to get her to stop. Humiliating her was becoming his last option to get her to fucking stop. He didn’t know if anything else would work since nothing else was.

Mina just shrugged at him again, and the conversation moved back to Kaminari’s pathetic attempts to get into their other friends’ pants, and Katsuki tried to forget about her for a while.

“Bakubro, stalker alert.” Kirishima murmured to him as they were at their lockers, the last bell having rung a few minutes ago.

Katsuki turned and the dumb bitch was actually walking towards him, her arms behind her back, like she was holding something. Finally.

“What, stalker?” Katsuki snapped as she finally came up to him.

“Um, it’s Seiko.” She said, and he internally facepalmed that she thought he had just mispronounced her name. Though, the fact that her parents named her ‘psycho’ seemed apt.

His throat was getting a little tight, and he wasn’t sure why. She wasn’t dangerous, just creepy. He should’ve been able to breathe just fine. His eye had twitched at her stupidity, but it was still going, and Katsuki was starting to get a little dizzy. What the hell?

“I’ve been admiring you from afar,” not too fucking far, “and I thought that maybe, since I know you like coffee,” she sounded like she knew some personal secret, and Katsuki rolled his eyes. Everyone knew he liked coffee. “a-and well. I thought that maybe you’d like to go out for a coffee with me this friday?”

Katsuki meant to yell at her, but his throat was now very tight, as if it was closing. Something was wrong, he just couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on.

Taking his silence as hesitant permission to keep going, she went on, “I-I brought you these! I overheard you saying you liked them the other day, so. Here.”

And then it made sense.

This dumb fucking bitch pulled out shidekobushi from behind her back, her hands jerky in her movements. She was right, he had mentioned them the other day, but not because he liked them.

He’d been telling his friends he was deathly allergic to them.

They’d been discussing taking a weekend trip somewhere, to blow off steam and just spend some quality time together, and he’d been forced to join the conversation. Mina had floated the idea of going to Tajimi, because this was the season the rare flower shidekobushi were in bloom, and Tajimi was one of the only places in Japan to see them.

“We’re not going there.” Katsuki had said authoritatively.

“Kacchan, just because you don’t really like flowers doesn’t mean it’s not a cool experience.” Mina had protested, frowning.

“We’re not going there.” Katsuki had repeated. “If you go there, I’m not going.”

“Come on, bro, the point is to do things as a group.” Kirishima had put his hand on Katsuki’s shoulder briefly. “Everyone goes, even if it’s not our first choice.”

“I’m not fucking going.” Katsuki had snapped. “I’ve been there before.”

“And we’ve all been to the maid cafe Denki dragged us to too, and that’s still an option.” Mina had insisted. “Besides, I’ve never been, and I want to go.”

“I can’t!” Katsuki had sighed angrily, rubbing his nose trying to deal with their annoying bullshit. His voice had gotten low, instinctively trying to protect himself from being overheard. Admitting this was already hard enough. “Last time I went, I ended up in the hospital.”

That had caught his friends’ attention. “Dude, why?”

“Because I got fucking taken out by fucking flowers.” Katsuki had whispered grumpily. He hated admitting any weakness, but he couldn’t play with his own life like that. He couldn’t be a hero if some stupid flower fucking killed him, no matter how much he hated it. Stupid bastards for pushing him all the time, they always made him admit things he didn’t want to. How fucking dare they learn his weaknesses? “I can’t be around them, they make me sick.”

Thankfully, Kirishima had had the good grace to also whisper because they all knew how hard this was for him, Kirishima especially. “Like allergic? Like how bad?”

“Bad.” Katsuki had said. “If you wanna go there, I’m not going. I don’t fuck around with that.”

They’d all agreed that that was off the table, and Katsuki had all but forgotten talking about it.

Until he had those exact flowers shoved in his face by a crazy stalker who’d only overheard part of the conversation.

Katsuki’s eyes went wide as his throat immediately closed, his hand coming to his throat as the world began to spin. He gasped for air like a fish out of water, the air never making it to his lungs as his throat closed completely. He stumbled backwards, feeling Kirishima catch him as his eyes unfocused as the room began to spin faster. Kirishima lowered them to the ground, Katsuki’s body jerking convulsively as he kept trying and failing to breathe.

Voices filtered in his head, and he lost track of them, black spots flashing across his eyes so fast he didn’t notice when his eyes rolled back in his head.

“I don’t understand! I heard him!”

“Get those flowers away from him! He’s allergic!”

“Does anyone have an epi-pen?”

“I’m sorry!”

“Someone get Recovery Girl!”

“He can’t breathe!”

The convulsions stopped, his eyes fluttered closed, and his attempts at getting air stopped. Darkness overtook him like a tsunami, not even giving him time to lament the fact that he’d just been killed by a fucking flower of all things, only giving him the slightest feeling of something sharp in his leg.

The first thing he became conscious of was breathing a full breath and then immediately choking on it, coughing as he wheezed awake. He got his eyes open, blinking heavily at the too strong light, but the world stayed in place instead of spinning and he could breathe again so he could thank the stars he hadn’t just been killed by a fucking flower. Stupid fucking immune system.

“Easy, Bakugou, take it easy.” It took a moment but his vision justified Aizawa into focus. “Recovery Girl will be here in a minute, just breathe.”

Honestly, breathing was still a little hard to do, but he shook his head anyway. “Can walk.”

“I know you can, I’m just not letting you.” Aizawa said. He opened his mouth in protest, but the hand he discovered was on his shoulder pressed down. “Epinephrine is taken best laid down, we need to make sure it’s still properly in your system, and right now what I say goes. You can yell at me later, problem child, after this is over.”

Katsuki decided he was definitely going to do that, this pissed him off. He was perfectly capable of walking to Recovery Girl’s office under his own power.

“Can you tell me what happened?” Aizawa said, distracting him from his anger. “I’m getting a lot of conflicting stories.”

“Crazy stalker bitch.” Katsuki panted, his eyes searching for her. But he found there wasn’t anyone else around him, they were all down the hall, Vlad King blocking off anyone from getting near him. Alright, maybe he won’t yell so much at Aizawa, that was clearly his doing. “Brought stupid fucking flowers as if I’d like that. ‘M allergic to them.”

“We noticed that.” Aizawa muttered. “Your friends say she’s been stalking you for about a month now, and that you repeatedly turned her down. Do you think it might have been intentional?”

Katsuki shook his head. He hated this bitch and hoped to never see her again, but he wouldn’t purposefully get someone in trouble for something they didn’t do. He had his own code of honor, even if other people didn’t understand it. “Don’t think so. Think she just misheard me. She never got close enough to hear shit properly, and she asked me out rather than say it was revenge, so I think she’s just fucking dumb.”

“Are you absolutely sure?” Aizawa asked. “She did shove them in your face from what I’ve heard.”

“I’m sure.” Katsuki nodded. “Not the first time someone’s shoved stuff at me because of this romance bullshit. First time it was flowers though. Usually it’s chocolate.”

“Alright, that’s good.” Aizawa said.  “And you didn’t come to anyone about having a stalker for a month… why?”

“She was just a girl with a stupid crush.” Katsuki said obviously. “She wasn’t a threat. Figured she’d ask me out eventually, and thought turning her down would get her to stop. Wasn’t supposed to be a big deal.”

“If there’s a next time, problem child, tell me anyway, I don’t care.” Aizawa said bluntly. “Stalkers can devolve very easily into dangerous situations, or they can do dumb things like get you flowers you’re allergic to and become threats in a matter of seconds.”

Katsuki pouted, didn’t nod but also didn’t refuse. Aizawa took that as acceptance.

“Get better students and I won’t have to deal with this.”

Aizawa glared at him. He glared back.

“Since it seems to be accidental,” Aizawa said. Katsuki declared the staring contest a draw. “I don’t think suspension or expulsion are necessary, just an apology and maybe a restriction order. Do you agree?”

“I don’t want that bitch anywhere near me.” Katsuki growled. “And she can stuff her apology up her ass, I don’t fucking need pathetic words.”

Aizawa just nodded at him. “I’ll have her write one anyway, you don’t have to read it.”

Katsuki just huffed.

“Alright, Recovery Girl is here.” Aizawa said, and Katsuki could hear the whir of a transport and crutch along with footsteps. “Be nice, problem child.”

Katsuki opened his mouth, and Aizawa just glared again. “Be nice.”

He was yelling at his bastard teacher again.

[barbies1shots]

here is my masterlist. if you have any special requests or anything specific, dont be shy and ask!

my inbox is always open.

i dont do anything with serious mental problems. it is triggering. though, im cool with gore, horror and, non-con/dub-con

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 My Hero Academia !<3

Dabi

WARNINGS!drool , body fluids ( cum, spit , tears , a little bit of snot ) , overstim , slight choking , dirty talk , squirting , PET NAMES! size kink ?

Kirishima (aged up!)

WARNINGS!fav big boy pushing you into a mean mating press? mating press, size kink, dub-con, small degradation, featuring BIG BOY KIRI♡, overstim

Aizawa Shouta

WARNINGS!exhibitionism(in the classroom), gender neutral reader, size difference, praise, established relationship, overstim, free use, featuring AIZAWA SHOUTA♡

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Jujustu Kaisen !<3

Sukuna Ryomen

Toxic!Sukuna Ryomen prt1

Toxic!Sukuna Ryomen prt2

Toxic!Sukuna Ryomen prt3

Revenge! on Toxic! Sukuna Ryomen

WARNINGS!every post has individual trigger warnings, please read at caution.

Gojo Satoru

WARNING!creep!satoru , yandere , stalker!satoru , obsessive!satoru , power dynamics , NONCON , abuse , SELF HARM , body fluids

Suguru Geto

WARNING!slow - rough sex, featuring GETO SUGURU, whiny geto, pathetic geto, slight feral geto, overstimulation, condescending reader, werewolf!geto x vampire!reader, implied fem reader but anyone can read, use of pretty girl, biting, riding - mating press

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Attack on Titan !<3

Eren Yeager

WARNING!Size difference , slight public setting , cliche (?) , spoiled!reader , blackcoded!reader , cervix fucking , name calling(ma , pa , baby ) , unprotected sex, creampie

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Demon slayer !<3

Gyomei Himejima

WARNINGS!bondage, gags, featuring GYOMEI♡, overstim, size k!nk , manhandling

Uzui Tengen

WARNINGS!sloppy/sleepy/SENSUAL sex, huge size kink, spooning position, slight choking(headlock), featuring TENGEN UZUI♡

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Your fav inserts !<3

you can read the warnings and decide if you want to read or not.

WARNINGS!mafia boyfriend husband with one of your favs ..? messy office sex ..? hyper fem reader ..? sunshine/grumpy visuals ..? love confessions ..? with a little bit of gore ..?

WARNINGS!size kink, overstim

WARNING!straight dumb fucking, fem reading in mind

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@aizawasbarb

[throwawayhero]

could you give more hcs or a drabble about bakugou with a crush on reader!! pls i feel like ur fics are the closest ive seen to canon... i need more

No problem, and thanks! I try to make them seem canon, but sometimes it's difficult T-T. Just realising now that a few of these sound stalker-y and I'm sorta regretting writing this but oh well. I hope this is satisfactory!! c/w; social media au, buzzfeed, eminem (idek), karaoke, not proof read

!Katsuki who unintentionally catches himself playing with his hair while talking to you. Not in an obvious way (that's what he thinks at least), but more so absentmindedly fiddling with his side burns and such. It's kinda funny when he accidentally curls them and leaves them like that for a while. He also has a habit of playing with his baby hairs on the back of his neck.

!Katsuki who "accidentally" managed to copy your handwriting style down stroke for stroke? He doesn't really know how it happened, to be honest. He just noticed it one day during a group project after Jirou pointed it out to the two of you. You found it funny, but he found it outrageous and claimed that you had been the one to copy his handwriting.

!Katsuki who allowed you to tag along on one of Kirishima's and his study sessions. He beat the shit out of Eijirou and was gentle with you, more or less. He wouldn't hit you of course, but he certainly wasn't scared to yell. At least the first time. The look you gave him made him writhe with guilt, so he shut the fuck up out of embarrassment.

!Katsuki who heard you talking about a band you loved and decided it was his god given right to go through their whole discography and criticise it in his own time. But turns out, you have good taste, so he keeps to himself about it. "Accidentally" bought a spare ticket to their next concert and offered the spot to you. No big deal, right?

!Katsuki who did extensive searching for your socials, scrolling through his friends friends following, mutuals, and genuinely just word of mouth. When he did find your accounts, he stalked the SHIT out of them. When you requested to follow him, he freaked out and accepted straight away. He didn't follow you back until a week later, "just to be safe".

!Katsuki who unironically took one of those "Do I have a crush on my friend?" quizzes when he started to feel things towards you. 100% went down a rabbit hole on buzzfeed. He wanted to call his "crush" ANYTHING other than what it was. Mentioned it to Kirishima once and was left even ore confused than what he had originally been.

Unrelated but he just looks like he would listen to Eminem. Probably gets a good chuckle out of the whole "You gonna cancel me, yeah? Gen Z me brah?!" thing. Don't ask me to explain why I think this, it just makes sense.

!Katsuki who more often than not is watching you out of the corner of his eye. Not in an overly-creepy way, he's just "aware of his surroundings". He says that to anyone that mentions it, which is literally just his paranoia.

!Katsuki who secretly loved the fact that you hung out with him and his friends almost daily. Because then he wouldn't have to initiate hangouts and look as desperate as he really was. It gave him a plausible excuse to absorb every single opinion you uttered. It gave him an excuse to get even closer to you.

!Katsuki who freaked the FUCK out when everyone (besides the two of you) got sick and couldn't do the bi-weekly hangout everyone had played a part in organising. The group had settled on doing karaoke, so you can imagine how it went down with just the two of you there. Although, the two of you did make an amazing duet. (No one was really sick, Mina just mentioned Katsuki's behaviour and put 2 and 2 together. She also wanted to see if he would take initiative for once.)

!Katsuki who went out of his way to make changes to his hero costume that he knew you would like. Small details here and there, for both style and practicality. While it was cold he would use the neck warmer to hide the smirk that creeped onto his face when he saw you checking out his new look. He also started to make himself look nicer in general, indulging in a bit of jewellery (stud earrings, a ring or two, and a silver necklace), nicer shoes, wearing the uniform properly and such.

!Katsuki who has your number pinned in his contacts, as well as giving you your own message & ring tone sound. He has everyone but you, Kirishima, and his parents on silenced. He also has your contact saved as a nickname he assigned you without you knowing with a heart emoji. It's simple, but endearing.

[animeyanderelover]

Can I ask this for Kaneki, Ayato, from TG and Sukuna (+some other characters of JJK)?

I’ve read your reply about wanting PM and ADA Dazai also added in here and it doesn’t count as a second request.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, manipulation, paranoia, stalking, sadism, abduction, death

Tags: @flaming-vulpix @shumidehiro @leveyani @izanami78 @lovley-valentine7

S/o has a tattoo of the name of their ex

Kaneki Ken

🔲​You would have never told Kaneki about the tattoo that decorates your back even if you would have known him before he abducted you. There is no need for you to even attempt to hide it from him as the ghoul finds out anyways. He is a rather devoted stalker, all the time on edge out of worry that something may happen to you if he isn't watching you. It is to be expected that he at one point catches a glimpse of the tattoo on your back, though he didn't mean to peek when you were undressing yet he doesn't avert his gaze quick enough to avoid catching a glimpse of the name you have written on your back. All effort to be polite by looking away is instantly wiped from his mind as his eyes are glued to the tattoo on your back. What-what is that? Whose name is that? His throat tightens as the air he breathes in suddenly seems to have a new weight to it, his chest heaving as he is unable to tear his gaze away from the black ink etched on your back.

🔲​That tattoo becomes one of the biggest sources of insecurity for Kaneki and he is unable to get it out of his mind, constantly envisioning that name. He can already imagine whose name it might be but he is terrified to ask you and confirm his suspicions as soon as he has abducted you. The question often lingers on the tip of his tongue yet it becomes lead the moment he attempts to vocalise the words. It doesn't fly over your head how he constantly stares at your back with that queasy gleam in his eyes, knowing exactly what is beneath your shirt. It is when he sees the sight of it again by accident that he snaps and breaks down. Tears stream down his face, his lips wobble and fingers dig into your flesh painfully as he asks you with a trembling voice to whom that name belongs. He has always feared your answer yet not even his worst imagination could have prepared him for the feeling of his heart being crushed when you fearfully confess that it is the name of your ex. He isn't able to look at your back properly anymore from that day on without breaking down again. You'd probably never be able to love him the same way, right? Of course not... He's absolutely despicable.

Kirishima Ayato

🌌​It's quite difficult for Ayato to come to term with the fact that he has fallen in love with the very thing he has despised his entire life. He's always loathed humans for fearing and hunting down his own kind and he has gladly slaughtered your kind without feeling any lingering remorse yet now he's got you. You exhibit the same fear as soon as he has abducted you and it only fuels his anger. Your kind really just can't stop judging and hating his kind, can't you? He's very rough with you and no matter what you do it only seems to get on his nerves. During one particularly frightening argument where you try to run away he accidentally rips your shirt apart when he yanks you back, revealing the tattoo written on your shoulder blade to him. You cower on the ground as you expect screaming yet nothing ever happens. You dare to turn your head around to look at him with teary eyes only to feel your heart stopping when you see his activated Kakugan as he stares at the tattoo. What...the fuck is this?

🌌​You're subjected to a bitter anger from that day on as Ayato actively degrades you for the tattoo. You really are pathetic, you know? Who is dumb enough to let a name of their lover to be engraved on their skin? Especially since that person isn't even with you anymore. He always barks at you to cover up that tattoo to spare him the disgusting sight as seeing the black ink always triggers him to be thrown into a whirlwind of emotions. There's a deep hatred for the person who made you stupid enough to make this decision and he considers if he should perhaps question you where they live so he can just murder them to vent out some of the seething anger inside of him. Maybe he'll just do it but before that the abomination on your skin has to be gone. His angered sadism might get the better of him as the threat for him to bite the spot and rip a portion of your skin and flesh out of you is a chance though he wouldn't swallow the gross skin of yours where their name is written on.

Pm! Dazai Osamu

🤎​A sickly sweet facade to lure you closer to him only for him to eventually reveal his venomous fangs to you and unleash his inner beast on you. That is Dazai from the Port Mafia for you. As soon as he has you where he wants you to be he will expose his everything to you and his darkness threatens to swallow you whole. Hot and harsh kisses are what you remember on that night as his fingers dig painfully into your skin, brown eyes gleaming with the devil's look as he takes in the sight of your tears as you feel your clothes slowly being removed. And then all of it stops. Fearful confusion twists your intestines as you gather the shaky courage to open your eyes only to see his face void of any emotions, his eyes focused on the inside of your thighs. It takes you a few seconds to piece everything together as your mind is slowed down due to the overwhelimg fear. Only then do you realise with a hitch of your breath that he must have discovered your tattoo, hidden down there. It is the audible stutter of your breath that has those terrifying orbs snap up to your face, a dark look on his face as he asks you slowly what that tattoo symbolises.

🤎​The following days after he has discovered your little secret he leaves you dangling over the abyss. You're thoroughly shaken up as you estimate this to be his intended calm before the storm where he leaves your mind and heart quivering with fear. All for this one moment so indescribably horrifying that no words could explain it as he escorts you to a basement only for you to be met with the sight of your half-dead ex. A gun is pushed into your palm as he guides your arm so that the weapon is pointed at your ex, his voice whispering into your ear to shoot. You're frozen in fear as Dazai uses you like a puppet, his fingers guiding yours to push the trigger one time, two times, three times... Even after your ex has died he forces you to keep shooting until you are out of bullets. You sink to your knees as soon as he removes himself from you, your mind still in shambles as it tries to catch up with what just happened before you hear the rattling of chains, your gaze slowly moving up only to see Dazai giving you a lopsided grin with chains, tattoo needles and a knife in his hands. Be sweet for him whilst he's going to correct your tattoo. After all you love being branded by the person who currently owns you, don't you?

ADA! Dazai Osamu

🤎​Dazai is already well acquainted with the unsavory fact that you had someone you used to call his lover before him but as petty as he is, he has stayed away from them because he also knows that you have broken off contact with them and they have done the same. Aah~ What wonderful opportunity to swoop in and mend the broken heart of a damsel in distress. Now that they are gone from your life he can claim your heart and your love for himself. If there is one thing he can do wonderfully it is knowing how to attach himself to your hips as he swoons over you and dotes on you. All of those sweet feelings are temporarily shattered the moment he catches a glimpse of your tattoo, the name spelled out on your shoulder. A sudden lump forms in his throat as he stares oddly at the tattoo until your voice brings him back to reality and he musters a wry grin as he apologises for spacing out there. You have noticed what he has spotted though and admit to him nonchalantly that this is the name of your ex.

🤎​It is from that moment on that Dazai starts focusing more on that ex of yours as it is a hard knowledge for him to digest that at one point you were so madly in love with them that you tainted your pretty skin with their ugly name. Pettiness and jealousy can truly do wonders as Dazai resents them, envies them for the fact that you once held so much affection for them that you tattooed their name on your shoulder. He starts subtly questioning you about them as he wants to ensure that you truly do not have any affection left for them and he might even be motivated enough to pay that ex of yours a visit to have a polite talk with them to ensure that they never think of contacting you again either. He truly loathes that tattoo but he hides it behind silly reactions as good as he can though he is wondering when exactly you plan to get rid of that name. After all they aren't even your lover anymore. You do not hold any lingering affection for them still, do you? That would be a bit troublesome after all.

Ryomen Sukuna

🗾​In Sukuna's eyes you are utterly his. He is the King who takes what he desires and no one dares to subject, not even you after you have learnt your place. After all you should know that you will never be an equal to him and should instead be grateful that he allows you to be so close to him in the first place. You'll never regret the day you made the decision to engrave the name of your now ex-lover onto your skin as much as the moment where Sukuna spots the black ink on the back of your neck. One of his arms effortlessly keeps you in place by wrapping itself around your waist whilst another hand of his grabs the back of your head and pushes it down, forcing you to tilt your head as he observes the tattoo on your skin. Nothing but silence follows for a few moments where he keeps your head in that uncomfortable position and you feel blood rushing to your brain as the atmosphere grows heavier, causing your stomach to churn anxiously as the curse lets you bathe in your own anxiety before he asks you with only a mild hint of displeasure in his tone who that person is. Surely they must be quite important for you to have a tattoo of their name on your skin.

🗾​You shouldn't keep secrets from him, little mortal. He's your owner now so if his belonging has been spoiled before he must know of it. A sadistic grin soon finds its way on his face as he lets go of you and asks you if you'd like for him to serve you their head to truly help you realise how pathetic their human life was and, by extension, how pathetic you were for ever thinking it'd be a good idea to get inked with their name. If you love being branded by your current owner so much you should have just told him so from the beginning. He relishes in the sight of seeing you cower beneath his form as you are barely able to look up at him. Now, now, there is no need to be so skittish. He'll even be kind enough to let you choose. Would you prefer for him to slaughter that paltry former companion of yours first or would you prefer for him to erase their mark on you and give you a new brand which will claim you as his first? Flames appear on the tips of his fingers, only adding to the wriggling terror deep within your soul as he looks down at you. Hurry and make your decision or else he'll decide for you.

Nanami Kento

💛​Nanami takes his time to properly court you and get to know you. Even though he knows of his own obsession he prefers to do things the proper way instead of doing it half-heartedly. You inform him quite early on that you used to be in a relationship but had to break things off since it just didn't work anymore and he respects that. What you did not tell him though is that their name is still decorating your ankle, something that Nanami has the displeasure to discover all by himself. There is only a short flicker of disappointment in his eyes before he puts on a poker face to hide all of his displeased feelings for the moment, his eyes finding yours as the unspoken question lingers in the room. The frustration on your face is quite visible as well as the slice of embarrassment. So you deliberately chose to not tell him about this. He must say that this does disappoint him a bit even if he understands that this is probably a bit of a difficult topic to talk about, especially considering that you aren't even together with the very person whose name is tattooed on your ankle.

💛​It is safe to say that he would prefer for you to get that tattoo removed. It would be quite awkward for him to be your new partner all whilst you have the name of your ex inked on your skin. He'll even take over all the costs that would come with the tattoo removal. Surely you'd agree to his offer, won't you? If you were to give him signs of hesitation he would have to assume that maybe there are still lingering feelings for your ex, something he cannot tolerate. Perhaps he should get acquainted with your ex after all even if he is confident that it won't be a pleasant experience to figure out how their feelings are in regards to you. In the meantime he will slowly change your mind so that you agree with his suggestion. His arguments are logical as he is dismissing any lingering feelings of yours, especially since you and your ex broke things off quite some time ago. Any chance for you to get in contact with them again will be taken care off by him secretly as that ex of yours is luckily civilised enough to understand the message as soon as Nanami meets them privately as he clarifies to them what kind of relationship he has with you.

[fatkish]

Kirishima x SA Victim Reader X Bakugou

Trigger warning: mentions and allusions to rape and stalking. Triggeres beneath the cut

During your third year at UA, you, Kirishima and Bakugou decided to hang out at an arcade since you’ll all be graduating soon and you won’t be able to hang out as often.

You each had an agency picked out that you’d be working at until you could get your own up and running.

You guys played a variety of games and when lunch came around, you had gone to the bathroom

What you and Kirishima hadn’t noticed was that one of your Fans had been following you

You had issues with this fan before, they had been arrested for stalking and harassment and even tried to follow you home in your second year.

You had a feeling you were being followed and so you texted Bakugou who decided to have you go to his house.

After you unlocked his door with the hidden key he told you about, you entered

Not even 2 minutes later, the guy walked up to the door

This is how Bakugou is able to recognize the guy. He also confronted the dude that day and despite his best efforts, the guy was undeterred

So when Bakugou noticed this dude following you despite having a restraining order, he knew the guy was up to no good

Bakugou had been getting your guy’s drinks while Kirishima was at the table waiting for the Pizza you guys had ordered from the Arcade’s inside restaurant

When Bakugou got back with the drinks he had noticed you had left your phone

When he didn’t see the creepy guy, he got a bad feeling

You had just finished your business in the bathroom and was leaving the stall to wash your hands when you came face to face with your fanatic stalker

You didn’t have a chance to defend yourself before he used his quirk to inject a paralytic toxin into you via retractable barbs in his wrists

He shoved you into the stall and began making out with your paralyzed body as his hands began exploring your body

You couldn’t move and couldn’t scream due to the makeshift gag he had tied to your face

He had started to remove your clothes when a loud bang was heard

Bakugou told Kirishima to call the police and tell them that a girl was being followed by a stalker and to get here as soon as possible

Bakugou grabbed the guy and threw him off of you before he removed his t-shirt and gave it to you to replace your ruined one

While you put it on, Kirishima came to check out what was happening while Bakugou fought and subdued the stalker

While waiting for the police, Kirishima decided to get you that cute giant (favorite animal) plushie you had been wanting from the prize counter

He and Bakugou silently agreed to use both theirs and your tickets to get it since you didn’t have enough of your own

When the police arrived, Bakugou showed them his License and gave them a report and told them that he would bring you to the station to make a statement once you were ready

The police took his statement and arrested the dude.

After the event, you just wanted to go home. So Bakugou decided to walk you home as Kirishima put together a surprise for you to help cheer you up and help you deal with the emotional turmoil you’ll experience

This surprise was a care package, in it were your favorite snacks and candies, your favorite drinks like tea or sodas, a couple face masks and bath bombs, your favorite scented soap, a candle with your favorite scent, ice cream in your favorite flavor, a soft fleece throw blanket with pajamas and a couple packs of hot chocolate as well as the giant plushie

When you got home, you really wanted to be alone, but Bakugou told you to sit down or take a shower and that he’d make you lunch since you didn’t get to eat at the arcade

While you took a shower, Bakugou let Kirishima in while he finished making lunch and Kiri placed the surprise basket and plushie that he got, on the coffee table.

When you got out of the shower you were gonna ask Bakugou to leave but you saw them both as well as the basket and plushie

You ended up crying and the guys offered to leave but you asked them to stay since you didn’t feel comfortable being alone at your house

Kirishima decided to find a really bad movie like attack of the killer (something ridiculous) they you all could watch and make fun of while you guys ate lunch

The movie’s special effects sucked and the actors where terrible which made things kinda funny, after watching movies together you thanked the boys for the day and told Bakugou that you and him could go to the station together tomorrow

They left later that evening but insisted that you call either of them no matter what time if you needed anything or wanted to talk

(Hope you enjoyed and that this helps)

[smutzslxt]

JJK and MHA drafts that will be posted soon.

Characters:

Choso Kamo x Reader ,Satoru Gojo x Reader,Suguru Geto x Reader ,Nanami Kento x Reader ,Yuji Itadori x Reader ,Megumi Fushigoru x Reader,Bakugou Katsuki x Reader ,Kirishima Eijiro x Reader

Warnings: pure smut

Inexperienced!Choso x Expert!Reader

Choso Kamo, Yuji’s hot big brother turned out to be a virgin who doesn’t know anything about sex well you will gladly change that.

Brothers!Bestfriend!Megumi x Reader

Since your little you always admired your brother Yuji’s best friend Megumi Fushiguro he knew about it but always made fun of it,so one time he showed up at a hot summer day but Yuji wasn’t there yet so you used that opportunity to show him what he’s missing.

Boyfriend!Yuji x Girlfriend!Reader x Best!Friend!Megumi

The three of you were always together until Yuji has the stubborn idea to ask you on a date.Since then you and Yuji began doing stuff together alone without him.So one day you even had the courage to fuck in the room next to his and acted shocked after he wanted to join in?Bullshit.

Horny!Bakugou x Horny!Reader x Horny!Kirishima

You were on a mission to arrest a Villain who terrified a whole village.When you got there he used his quirk on all three of you.After you finally got him arrested the three of you made your way to the hotel where you would rest for the night ,still wondering what his power was.Well you were about to figure it out.

Boss!Nanami x Secretary!Reader

you never denied the fact that you find your boss attractive but what happens after he’s stressed because of another meeting and needs to find some kind of relief.Well of course you will offer to help him!

Boyfriend!Satoru x Girlfriend!Reader x Horny!Suguru

You had a sleepover at your boyfriends apartment and you guys planned a sexy night because his roommate Suguru Geto would be gone for the weekend, well Satoru didn’t even bother to tell you that Geto cancelled his plans ,so what happens when suddenly you stand in front of his hot roommate with no clothes on?

Stalker!Suguru x Model!Reader

You were a famous model of course you have some harmless stalkers!Thats what you thought after finding roses in front of the door of your apartment everyday since two months.At the start it was just some innocent letters “you are so beautiful” but with time it got worse.”I want to fuck you till you can’t walk anymore, can’t breathe and don’t know any other names expect mine”.You tried to ignore it but then you got another letter.”Tonight will be the night ,I will come and get you ,my love”

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By the way please send me request or ideas that you have because I don’t have any ideas anymore!

[midnightjewel]

Break In

A story in which you have a psycho fan who believes that you two are together and takes drastic measures to get closer to you

Warnings: An individual breaking into your house, Stalker behavior

Characters included: Kirishima and Bakugo

A/N: So sorry this was uploaded later in the day. I aim to post every Thursday in the late morning or early afternoon but that just didn’t work out for me today. So I apologize! But, better late than never!

Kirishima

As your husband drives down the street to your shared luxurious home he can’t help but feel excitement in the pit of his stomach. He loved cuddling up to you after a long day at work.

Usually he would’ve been home hours ago but this week he and a few others were working on a huge robbery case alongside the police. So it was a lot of extra paperwork and steps to take to crack this case.

Kirishima loved having dinners with you but that’s just not what could happen at this point in life, he knew that there was always next week or whenever the case had a breakthrough. But until then he was stuck at the agency until 10:30

When Eijirou went to grab his keys to unlock the front door he noticed the way it was cracked open “What the hell?” He frowned to himself, he knew how superstitious you were about locking doors before bed so this was very concerning to him.

As he pushed the door open he was about to call out for you when he heard a loud crash followed by your screams. He felt as if he couldn’t move fast enough as he bolted up the wooden staircase.

As soon as he got to the bedroom door he busted it open as if his life depended on it, inside he saw you in a corner breathing rapidly in your nightgown looking absolutely petrified and your shattered bedside lamp “What happened?!” He frantically asked you “He-“ you couldn’t even speak as you pointed to the man who was trying to escape out of the window of the bedroom “He was in the bed Eijirou!” you practically screamed in disgust at what had just happened to you.

That was all the chivalrous hero needed to hear before he became flooded with rage and completely launched himself to attack the man. “(Name)! Call the police” he says to you as calmly as possible as he restrained the man

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It didn’t take long for the police to arrive at your home and take the man into custody. After you provided the officers with your statement a wave of reality washed over you. Eijirou wasn’t allowed to be present while you gave your statement so he still had no idea what had actually happened before he found you. You had found out that the man confessed to being in love with you and being married to you in his mind which was sickening and almost made you vomit when you heard it.

Your body felt heavy as you sat at the kitchen island while your husband made your favorite tea to calm you down. “I’m here for you whenever you’re ready” he reminds you as he sets your mug in front of you.

You nodded and just began to spill what had happened “When I went to bed everything was normal but when I was sleeping I thought I felt you getting in the bed but when I turned to look at you it…wasn’t you” you felt your words get caught in your throat as you tried to hold back tears. “I uhm… I panicked and threw my lamp at him” you just stare at the countertop

“Baby, I’m so sorry I wasn’t here” he walks to the other side of the counter to give you a hug. “Are you okay? Truthfully” he asks you and you break down crying in his arms

“I’m here for you” he rubs your back

Bakugo

It was no secret that you and your husband were extremely popular with your work as pro hero’s. While there are positives to fame, it also comes with consequences.

You basically had no privacy when it came to how much fans knew about you. Everywhere you and Katsuki went you two were being photographed by paparazzi weather they were in your face or across the street, it didn’t matter.

You truthfully didn’t mind the lifestyle you had chosen and you knew that while it slightly annoyed him, it boosted Katsuki’s ego to constantly have people watching him because of how popular he was.

But things took a turn for the worse when you had realized you had a stalker. It was a younger man, maybe late 20s early 30s, he was taller and looked quite off putting if you were being honest.

It started with small things like going to every talk show you were invited to or every meet and greet that you had scheduled. It eventually evolved to seeing him outside your agency every morning when you arrived, when you left for your patrol, and when you left at night. When you had informed security inside the building that you didn’t feel safe walking to your car they happily walked you out.

You had tried to contact the police to handle this odd situation but without exact proof of stalking they couldn’t legally do anything. Of course when Katsuki found out about that he was pissed. Once he had learned of this suspicious man from you one night at dinner he swore that nothing would ever happen to you as he purchased a security system for your house online.

Your home now had inside and outside cameras, an alarm system on the door, and a brand new tall fence that was impossible to climb since your backyard was somewhat connected to a wooded area. He was taking absolutely no chances when it came to you and your safety.

But unfortunately that didn’t stop your stalker from taking it to the next level. He must’ve saw this new security as a challenge to get closer to you. I’m his mind, he was the one for you and nothing was going to stop him from getting closer to you.

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You don’t know how he broke in…. or how he got past the security system but he did….

Katsuki had messaged you about an hour ago saying that he would be home a little late while he was finishing up on paperwork so you took the opportunity to have a little time for self care.

You had taken an everything shower and dried yourself off at this point. As you put on your soft bathrobe and got a face mask out of your bathroom drawer you heard the master bedroom door open

“Katsuki?” You peered out of the doorway and that’s when you saw him. You felt as if you could pass out just about right now. “Oh there you are my love” he smiled and you slammed the door shut and locked it.

Reaching for your phone you dialed the police to get them here as quickly as possible. Following that you called Katsuki who was apparently already on his way having seen the guy on the camera

“Babe where are you?” You whispered as you move to hide in the bathtub “I’m on my way” he frantically tells you “Are you hiding?” He inquires and you tell him that you locked yourself in the bathroom. He tells you to stay on the phone with him and he will be there very soon.

Less than 5 minutes later you see the flashing lights of police cars race down the street through the blurred bathroom window. Followed by the familiar sounds of explosions.

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Within 2 short minutes Katsuki was able to get the man into custody of the police (and he may or may not have broken the guys nose in the process)

After that he rushed to get you out, picking the lock with ease he flung the door open to get you. He found you curled up in the tub in nothing but a robe, shaking in fear. His heart was absolutely shattered to see you like this.

“Baby I’m so sorry” he immediately kneeled by the side of the tub and you turned your head and sighed in relief to see your husband

“Katsuki” you rushed to embrace him and he hugged back tightly “Are you hurt? Did that motherfucker lay his hands on you?!” He frantically spoke

“No I’m okay” you reassured him and he nodded “Good, I’m so sorry this happened” he went back to hugging you

[gamblersdoll]

𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺

KATSUKI BAKUGOU..smoking with kat pleasure dom goofy katsuki sentimental katsuki nsfw analyzing dynamite vampire kat sassy man toys corso his type sloppy eater

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU... hard dom kiri kiri eating you he loves head

IZUKU MIDORIYA eating you out

SUKUNA RYOMEN.. stop runnin stalker kuna succu tatt rough day still running? thigh riding toys periods sassy love is worthless his woman size no title no title two

HAKARI KINJI..hakari thirsting for you riding kinji no one pieces sitting in his lap twt links love language hair did threesome playfight carsex needy sundress protective hairstyle preggo scare present first time mean sex slow sex no title sitting in his lap pt2

TODO AOI..goofy todo porno doggy

SANEMI ... overstimulation pillow prince

GENYA ... eating you his arrival

GUTS... nerd riding guts give me a kissie sleeping on nerds thighs mean guts shower sex spanking after a fight twt links studying with him exams size diff skin care threesome farmer jealousy walk in the park mma fighter revenge tits dirty dancin pink car sex physics needy party punishment mean guts locker room sex nutting on your face seduction circling you when he wants you.

CHOSO KAMO...choso and tits helping you cum helping you cum 2 pillow prince him meeting you

TOJI FUSHIGURO ... anal dont ignore me daddy kink

NANAMI KENTO... cleaning praise power play twt links punishment

REQUESTS RULES

no illegal ships, no incestual themes or ships, no hardcore kinks (piss, scat, weapons, rape kinks) i dont do master kinks, not really a cheating trope person. any requests of these will be ignored or deleted.

kinks used: somno, cnc, praise, body worship, degradation, daddy kink, size kink, monster fucker, sir kink

name the character(s), anime/manga, and if not comfortable with having identification being used dm me with no charge.

[iicloudyiiddyy]

YANDERE! YANDERE! WHAT ARE YOU?

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CLINGY- Most likely of them all to become a stalker, too emotionally attached, it’s a must to have you in their life. They just can’t do it without you! I need hugs and I need kisses and I need you to look at me! Tsk. Tsk. Such Needy little things. 

“Where you going? In town near the shore? Oooo! Let me come!”

Ready to create shrines (already did) about you. Wants you. Needs you. Craves you. Your attention on  is more of a life source than food and water for them. Has videos & pictures of you. (They touch themselves to it) anything to remind them that you are with them, not with that bitch. Always trying to take you away from. Someone should teach her a lesson. They will throw a fit if you tell them that you can’t hang out with them today or that you are to busy and it’s because they will cling on to anything that tells them that you choose them, that you hang out with them because you like it, because you love it, I mean what could be more important than them?

-> Hange , Sasha , Krista (AOT) Hinata , Nishinoya , Yachi, Atsumu (HAIKYUU) Hinata , Ten-Ten , Konan (NARUTO) Gon , Pakunoda (HUNTER X HUNTER) Tanjiro , Mitsuri , Rengoku (DEMON SLAYER) Izuku , Kirishima , Twice (MY HERO ACADEMIA)

————— OBSESSIVE - They are nothing but a slave to their own obsession. They revolve around you. How you sleep, what you eat, and what you say can drive them in a tizzy! Even the smallest of things can make them stay up at night and fantasize. Everything about you is in and on their mind. Your smell. Your eyes. Your body. Your touch. Must know about you. You’re their passion, and the root of their curiosity. They steal your worn-out clothes, your perfume, your panties & your pens. Anything to get a glimpse into who you are, to aid there dirty fantasies. 

-> Jean , Falco , Erwin(ATTACK ON TITAN) Tanaka , Kenma (HAIKYUU) Kiba , (NARUTO) Nobunaga (HUNTER X HUNTER) Akaza , Muichiro (DEMON SLAYER) Sero (MY HERO ACADEMIA) Sal Fisher, (SALLY FACE)

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POSSESSIVE- Yours. Hers. His. Theirs. Mine. They get off so bad with these words, rubbing their thighs together at just the mere thought of it. They must dictate and decide everything for you, you are theirs after all. You can eat this and this, don’t even think about trying that though and stay away from your Aunt Susan. Why? Cause I said so now do it. They want to direct the things you do. Make the things you do because of them. Power and ownership is what makes them choke you , watching as you sputter and struggle and only when they think that you’ve learned your lesson in disobedience that they stop. Just give it up, the sooner you stop fighting them and their decisions the better. 

“ Good girl, now who do you belong to? That’s right. That means when I say for you to take my cock you fucking do it.”

-> Levi , Ymir (ATTACK ON TITAN) Kageyama , Tsukishima (HAIKYUU) Madara , Sasuke, Neji , (NARUTO) Chrollo , Machi , Kurapika , (HUNTER X HUNTER) Obanai , Sanemi , Muzan , Kokoshibu (DEMON SLAYER) Shigaraki , Aizawa (MY HERO ACADEMIA)

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SUBMISSIVE -  You need a dog? I can bark. You need a shoe cleaner? I have a mouth. They are by your feet within seconds of you uttering their name. They love serving you, being needed by you. I mean as long as your there they are fine with literally anything. Willing to do anything. Would give you everything if you so much as asked.     

“Please! Please, tell me you want me! Tell me you love me!”

Will give up their dignity, pride and humanity for you. All you have to do is ask. Their worst nightmare is you throwing them out. Deciding that you are better off without them. Your aren’t and they will prove it to you. 

-> Armin , Floch , Gabi (ATTACK ON TITAN) YACHI, Terushima, (HAIKYUU) Sakura , Minato (NARUTO) Leorio, (HUNTER X HUNTER) MITSURI , Enmu (DEMON SLAYER)

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MANIPULATIVE - Gaslight, gate-keep, girl boss, blackmail. Will use every single tactic and ploy in the book to get you to stay.

“How could you! You did this to me! Made me so weak and useless without you! I can’t breathe when you aren’t around! I’ll fall apart without you! It would be all your fault!”

They know what they are doing, know that you are too sweet to leave in fear of what would happen to them. So you stay and let them rule and command your life, you would be falling apart of the amount of emotional torture and manipulation that they put you through and they would be all shits and giggles. You aren’t leaving. You’re going to stay here with them through heaven and hell. 

-> Eren, Connie , (ATTACK ON TITAN) Kuroo, Oikawa (HAIKYUU) Naruto, Shikamaru, Itachi (NARUTO) Phinks (HUNTER X HUNTER) Uzui, Shinobu , Daki ( DEMON SLAYER) HAWKS , toga (MY HERO ACADEMIA)

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SADISTIC-  You thought possessive YAN! was bad? Oh…sweetheart here they come…the minute they set their eyes on you you were theirs, and to ensure that they spread lies and cause rumors. Anything to get you alone,by yourself and hurt. Come crawling to them. Stay with them. Never leave them, you have no one else anyways. They will play nice with you, let you think that they are here to protect you that you are safe when you are the farthest thing from it. They will coo at you saying how cute you are, all small and fragile with only them by your side before smashing their fist on your head, they shudder at your pain.Not cause it grosses them out. No! No! Quite the opposite. They are drooling for your despair. Seeing you like this on your knees, tears streaming down your face as you sob in pain. God. How could they not want you? 

They don’t dilute themself into thinking that this is for you or your safety. No, this is for them. They not only blush at the thought of you in pain but also for the fact that it’s because of them. They get off seeing you beg and babble. Gasp and scream for them to stop as you collapse on their cock. They giggle at your fruitless efforts, silly thing, you should know by now that your crying only makes them want to do it more. The power goes to their head, intoxicated at seeing you whimper in fear of them. They love you so much . They want to see you so helpless and out of power. To have your pleasure, pain and thoughts in their hands is nothing but a dream for them.

-> Levi, Zeke (ATTACK ON TITAN) MADARA (NARUTO) FEITAN (HUNTER X HUNTER) Sakusa kiyoomi?? (HAIKYUU) MUZAN (DEMON SLAYER) Dabi, Keigo (MY HERO ACADEMIA) ( ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ I ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʏᴀɴ sᴏ ʜᴏᴛ)

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DELUSIONAL - Anything and everything is the problem but them. It must by the color of his shirt that’s making you look at him with such disgust. Green isn’t his color.. everyone knows that... You love them though. It’s the only explanation for how you act, running away when seeing them, you should be more forward with your feelings! They feel the same way! You’re just playing shy when you were dodging their kisses. 

When you were yelling on how much you don’t want this. Tut, tut. Playing hard to get? We love each other. We’re made for each other. I love you and you love me. Now stop beating around the bush and come here.

“I only hurt you because of my love. My feelings. You feel the same way. You should understand. I’ll make you understand.”

-> Marco, EREN ( ATTACK ON TITAN) Sugawara , Yaku (HAIKYUU) ALSO SAKURA , Lee , Gaara (NARUTO) Shizuku , Cheetu ( I’m sobbing I dont know why I find that cheetah ant so hot)(HUNTER X HUNTER) Tomioka (DEMON SLAYER)

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SAFE GUARD-   Extremely overbearing. Must know where you are at all times, has to not only be aware but also have an opinion in what you are doing. 

“You want to go where? Why? Here with me is perfect. Fine. Stop crying you can go, but I’m coming with you.”

Just accept it. You aren’t shaking them off. They watch, study & perceive, if not for you then for them, for their peace of mind . They love being your knight in shining armor (even though you didn’t need one) your protecter.

They keep you ‘safe’, and that fact alone is their pride and joy. I mean, what would you do without them? You need them. They don’t need you.( that’s what they tell themselves) you should be more grateful.

-> Mikasa , LEVI (ATTACK ON TITAN) Daichi , (HAIKYUU) Itachi , kakashi (NARUTO) Machi , Uvogin, killua, illumi (HUNTER X HUNTER) Akaza , Gyomei (DEMON SLAYER)

( ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs ᴛᴏ @cafekitsune ♡︎) ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ɪғ ᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴏɢs ʙʏ ʟɪᴋɪɴɢ, ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢɢɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ! I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴅɪᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴇ! Dᴏɴᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇɴᴅ ᴀ ʀᴇǫ!

[pernesophe]

Arranged Marriage to the Demon Sakuragi

Chapter 3: Nightmares and Tea Cakes

WC: 7889 Synopsis: Kirishima begins visiting you at work, and one particular nightmare keeps plaguing your sleep. MDNI {TW: stalking, angst, paranoia, mention of family deaths, suggestive, slow burn} Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch.5

Later that night, back at the Sakuragi Residence:

Kazuhiko Sakuragi and his midnight haired Lieutenant were sitting in the Family Head’s meeting room. The house was silent other than their hushed conversation, Kirishima recalled his phone reading midnight before heading into the meeting. 

“… I think it’s possible someone was spying on Y/N.” He finished explaining what you saw and the events in the courtyard to his Boss. As Kirishima recounted the story his fists clenched on the tops of his thighs, and at times his voice would turn hushed and distressed, or he would hiss out other parts. Kazuhiko had never seen Kirishima wound up like this before. 

The Sakuragi head could already tell that no matter what Kirishima said about this deal being his duty - he obviously cared for your well being too.

The older man remained silent, nodding slowly as he mulled over the new information. After a long pause, he looked at Kirishima thoughtfully.

“All we can do is keep an eye on the situation, if that’s what you want,” Kazuhiko emphasized the last phrase, looking to Kirishima expectantly. 

“I don’t understand what you mean Boss…” Kirishima spoke unsurely, a little bewildered, before trailing off. Isn’t this a deal of a lifetime? Everlasting peace between the Sakuragis and Asanos…

“What I mean is, though I realize this Union would be beneficial to the family, is it beneficial to you? Do you feel like you could be happy with Y/N?” The pale auburn haired man spoke clearly, holding the younger man’s gaze throughout his inquiries.

“I, uh, well…” Kirishima stammered as he casted his eyes to the floor. He didn’t know how to respond. Yes, of course she would make me happy, but…

“You have a choice too. If this isn’t what you want, then just tell me.” The Clan Head commanded in a paternal tone. A father requesting that his child tell him the truth, no matter what the fallout may be.

“I’m not sure if it is or isn’t…” Kirishima started slowly - honestly. “I’m happy to get to know her, and she seems like the type of person who would make anyone happy… But I’m worried I won’t make her happy…” He wasn’t able to meet Kazuhiko’s gaze through his confession as he revealed his seldom shown vulnerable side. The insecure Kirishima.

“Do you like her?” Kazuhiko queried bluntly, choosing to take the direct approach, rather than entertain Kirishima’s self doubt.

“I-I do. She’s not what I expected - I think she’s much better than any of my expectations…” he mused wistfully, a soft dusting of pink crossed his cheeks as he finally met his Boss’ gaze. Even through the perpetual shades, Kazuhiko could see the mist in his lieutenant's eyes.

“Then I have no doubt that you will find a way to make her happy,” Kazuhiko reassured him with a confident nod that rang of finality. 

“As for the potential spy. Use your discretion - I trust that you will do what’s best. Utilize the men you trust most to handle this. There’s no way of knowing if they’re from our world or if they’re just some civilian. Keep me updated.” Kazuhiko’s authoritative tone had returned, ready to handle the issue at hand now that he was sure his Lieutenant’s heart was in it. Kirishima thanked him before giving him a respectful, deep bow and then exited the room. 

Despite the conversation, Kirishima still wasn’t fully convinced he could do much more than protect and provide for you, so in the face of whatever danger you were facing - he was prepared to get his hands a little dirty. Turning down the hall, he beelined to find Sugihara, Takeuchi and Kanehira to dole out their marching orders. He took long strides down the corridor, shoulders back, head held high, fists clenched, and lip slightly curled so his sharp canines were on full display. More like a bestial predator stalking through the shadows towards its unsuspecting prey than man at this point.

The morning after the Clan meeting, the First Lieutenants of both clans met over coffee. Kenji provided your schedule for the other, and Kirishima provided the names as well as the descriptions of the men who would be watching and gathering information about you for the time being. 

That very same morning as you made your way to the heavy glass doors of the building unease settled over your body. Unbridled dread filled your mind so much that you could barely offer a ‘thank you’ to the bald man who held the door for you before following you through the door. Instantly the reception security guard cheerily waved you over while saying she had a package for you. At the very least you were able to offer a ‘have a good day’ to the man, seeing as you were a representative of the museum. 

“Someone left this for you Y/N,” she said with a bright smile as she handed you a single Red Spider Lily delicately wrapped in stark white paper. 

Instantly you froze in place, earning a confused look from her before you inhaled deeply and walked over, though your gait was jilted and stiff. Forcing yourself to extend your arm naturally, you wrapped your fingers gingerly around the wrapping as if it would bite you. Tossing her a smile and a curt ‘thank you’, and then you sped to your office. 

The second you were behind the thick wooden door, you stepped right up to the trashcan and snapped the flower in two before tossing it in. Of course, there was a note delicately tied to the stem, but you didn’t bother reading it - sure that you already knew exactly what it said. In a flurry, you shredded old papers that had piled up and dumped them on top of the flower, then you willed yourself not to think about it throughout the rest of the day.

Although you tried to convince yourself that would be the end of it, unfortunately that was only just the start of your recurring nightmare. That night, after returning to the Asano residence bone-tired, you went straight to bed. If only the sleep you so badly desired had been as restful as you had hoped.

Over the next few weeks sleep was a scarce commodity in your life, and eventually you had to find a heavy duty concealer to cover the dark circles under your eyes. It felt as if you were dragging yourself to work more and more with each passing day. At times no matter how deeply you breathed it was like you couldn’t fill your lungs with the air you so desperately required while your heart rate spiked at seemingly nothing. Even so, you hadn’t mentioned the Red Spider Lily to anyone - without reading the note you pathetically convinced yourself it still wasn’t your stalker. 

During this time Kirishima came to visit you once a week at first, but his visits increased in frequency to multiple times a week. He would either bring you lunch to enjoy in the statue garden or take you out to coffee while Yaeka was in school. Although you wondered when you would meet the Little Lady, you didn’t bring it up - assuming Kirishima and Kazuhiko were just being cautious. Every visit Kirishima would remind himself that this was part of his job now, or that he was just gathering intel, and yet every time your rich, caramel-pine redolence would pull him deeper into his daydreams of an everlasting, happy life with you.

On Kirishima’s most recent visit, a huge bouquet of white roses was delivered to your office just after he arrived. For just a moment, you stiffened and hesitated at the sight of them, but then you threw the delivery guy a tight smile before accepting them graciously. Luckily, they were just congratulatory flowers from a colleague for a recent achievement, to which you heaved a sigh of relief. But then you looked up to see Kirishima was observing your reaction closely.

“Everything okay?” He inquired calmly, a half smirk tugging on his mouth as his smokey gaze drifted to the flowers and then back to you in question. For a moment you hesitated again, wondering how you could explain your reaction as you peered over the roses thoughtfully.

“Um,” you hummed softly before meeting his gaze again. “After losing three people I’ve just received a lot of flowers, so I’m not really that fond of them anymore. They kind of just remind me of death,” you disclosed quietly - hoping that he would believe you. Though the reason you gave Kirishima was sound, he couldn’t put to rest the nagging feeling that you weren’t sharing the whole truth.

Regardless, he dropped the subject with a calm hum, and then inquired what your favorite pieces were and if there were any here. Mostly to distract you, but your face lit up the second he asked as you bobbed your head excitedly. He had to stifle a laugh at how endearing you were, and then implored you to show him.

On the way to the exhibit, you explained that grotesque art traditionally was found in architecture and decorative art - basically made up of fanciful murals or sculptural decoration involving mixed animal, human, and plant forms. Then you told him the word was derived from the Italian grotteschi - referring to the grottoes in which these decorations were found. Though, you elaborated that the meaning has changed over time, and some pieces adhere to the more modern definition. 

With a soft giggle, you told him you enjoyed the ones that held up to the modern meaning, and then you apologized in advance in case it was weird. Kirishima thought it was adorable that you believed a piece of art could be more grotesque than some of the actions he may have performed as Yakuza, but he didn’t correct you. Silently he trailed in your bewitching woody-cocoa, and vanilla sweet-cream wake while you babbled on in whispered tones about the piece you were taking him to.

Finally, the two of you arrived in front of a canvas, framed and set at eye level on the wall of a gallery filled with other pieces ranging in size. Kirishima tilted his head at the shocking scene laid out before him. It looked to be an oil painting of a woman in a white gown laying on a table with her arms dangling on either side, fingertips almost brushing the stone floor. She looked to be unconscious, with a monkey, or imp of some kind crouched on her chest staring menacingly at the viewer. Kirishima had to admit he was a little surprised that this was a favorite of yours as he looked to you for an explanation.

“It’s called ‘The Nightmare’ by Henry Fuseli,” you started as you gestured to the piece and then the name placard next to it. When Kirishima threw you an inquisitive look, you laughed lightly before he got to see the ‘work-Y/N’ come out in full force. 

“It was painted in 1781, and sent shockwaves through the art world at the time,” Expounding on the piece as Kirishima leaned in closer, brows raised with intrigue. You went on to explain that it was an iconic piece for its vivid and unsettling portrayal of the intersection between dreams, eroticism, and the macabre. It fearlessly explored the provocative and dark subject matter of the darker recesses of the human psyche. The explanation winded down as you clarified the monkey was an incubus, which caused a juxtaposition between sensuality and horror. Which is a big reason why it's still popular and provokes discussions about the boundaries of art, desire and fear today.

Kirishima listened intently through your explanation, thoroughly impressed by your wealth of knowledge about art after only working at the museum for a few months. Although he also noticed the dark circles under your eyes and the peeling around your fingernails as if you’d been chewing them nervously. It also didn’t escape him how pale you’d started looking recently, much like the woman in the painting. Eventually he asked why you liked this piece so much, and you simpered in embarrassment. 

“I guess I just like the macabre a bit,” you relented softly as you peered back at the painting. “It kind of reminds me of volunteering in the hospital back home,” you offered with a simple smile. Kirishima blinked a couple times before looking at the painting and then back to you.

“The children’s ward?” He asked quietly, unable to hide his incredulous expression. At that, you covered your mouth to muffle your laughter as you shook your head at him lightly.

“Oh no, sorry, I haven’t brought it up yet,” you began as Kirishima cocked his head in question. “I volunteered in the children’s ward, but after a while I moved over to the burn ward. It was nothing like the childrens ward, because if someone wasn’t in searing pain, then they were just angry. Not a lot of joy was present on that floor,” you said wistfully, eyes growing distant as memories of screaming and the smell of burnt skin simmered around you. Shaking off the thoughts, you refocused and continued, “that’s why I enjoyed volunteering there. It wasn’t much, but if I just served as a distraction for a little while, then hopefully I was helping somebody,” you said with a gentle shrug before turning back to the painting.

“I kind of like ‘oddity’ types of art because they remind me of that. They’re usually dark and painful, and sometimes you can’t even fully understand it as the viewer. But it's done so beautifully. It kind of reminds me of a dying plant, y’know?” You inquired rhetorically as you looked back to your companion who was watching you intently, hanging on your every word - hints of your indulgent spiced-honey and cardamom coffee tickled his nose. “You think it’s dead, but if you just prune it back and give it some sun and water it’ll usually bounce back… I’m not really sure what the artist was going through, or what experience led to this,” gesturing at the piece, “but I feel like he took something sad, or dying and gave it new life.” As you finished speaking, you peered up at Kirishima with burning cheeks, worried you babbled for too long.

“Thank you for showing me this,” Kirshima offered immediately as he saw the embarrassment creep over your face. “I’ve never really thought of art beyond just looking at it and deciding whether I like it or not, but it's nice to hear the story behind it,” He said genuinely as he began to see a depth to you he didn’t before, and immediately found himself appreciating this side of you. Beaming up at him you nodded bashfully, before the two of you went to the stone garden for lunch.

After he walked you back to your office and wished you a good day, Kirishima returned to the exhibit to pour over the piece a little longer. Before he left, he made sure to take a photo and made a note to bring up art when you were finally able to meet Yaeka. As he exited the exhibit and entered the main entrance, he spotted Kanegiri at his post who barely gave Kirishima a nod before heading deeper into the museum.

Once he was seated in the backseat of the sleek black car headed towards Yaeka’s school, he pulled out his phone to make a call while staring thoughtfully out the window. As the car passed the front of the museum, the 1st Lieutenant saw an unremarkable man in khakis, muddied boots, with a short raven mop loitering outside of the museum on his phone. Though he didn’t really give it a second thought as the line connected.

“Sugihara, has anything come up on your end about flowers?”

The rest of the day passed without a hitch, and you were able to hole up in the lower level of the museum to complete some cataloging in peace. Today’s visit from your fiance was like a cleansing balm to the past few weeks of paranoia and fear. So you hoped that you would actually be able to get some rest when you curled up on the common room couch at home.

But as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were submerged into an unconscious abyss. At first it felt like falling through the night sky, then sinking into inky water, then suddenly the smoky wisps cleared and you were sitting before a large vanity mirror. In the reflection you could see that you were adorned in your mother’s wedding dress with her standing behind you - smiling wide with tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“Oh sweety, I’m so happy for you!” She cried, gaze brimming with motherly love in the mirror staring back at you.

“Mom, you’re going to smear your mascara,” giggling as you handed her a tissue - careful not to let her tears stain the white dress as you simpered back at her.

“Oh it’s fine! You are the star today. No one will be looking at me, and besides my only daughter is getting married! How could I not cry?” Sniffling dramatically as she dabbed along her lash line.

Knock, Knock

“May I come in?” Kenzo called from the other side of the door, and your mother ushered him in. Trailing behind him were your grandparents, Kenji, Hanzo, and then Soma.

Immediately, all of them choked up at the sight of you while you swiftly waved at them to stop as you cried through brimming tears of your own, “You guys are gonna make me cry!”

“Oh, Y/N! You’re beautiful!” Your grandmother cried as your grandfather held her hand - the sight of his silver wedding band wrapped around his ring finger brought a smile to your face.

“Not to rush you… you look stunning by the way Y/N - your future husband is a very lucky man,” Kenji offered with a misty eyed smile, “but we are on a schedule.” He gestured towards the door, and you all exited.

Suddenly, you were standing at the end of the aisle with your father. Everyone was in their seats, but you didn’t remember that happening. The Asano clan sat on the “Bride’s” side, and the “Groom’s” side was completely empty.

The hairs rose up on the back of your neck, and you looked at your father, a little confused, but he just smiled in return - blissfully unaware of what could be amiss. ‘Here comes the Bride’ started playing from somewhere above you, and Kenzo tugged you down the aisle.

Looking to your future husband for the first time, unease settled deep in your gut. He was wearing a classic black tux, tall enough, maybe a bit slight, but you couldn’t see his face. A pitch black veil draped over his head and shoulders.

Glancing back to your father to see if he noticed, but his smile had widened to an unhinged grin - shadows fell over his eyes so you couldn’t read his expression.

Looking ahead again, the veil had been removed, and instead of the handsome, indigo haired man you expected, there stood a man with raven hair cut close to his head. A jagged crimson mark cut just above his left ear into his dark locks. Abyssal black eyes pierced into your own as he reached out a hand to take you from Kenzo. 

Without question, your father handed you right over, and now you stood hand-in-hand with your worst fear. 

A predatory grin broke the man’s face in half, teeth bared towards you, causing your pulse to beat wildly under your skin. His inky eyes drifted to your throat as if he could sense your fear, and his grip on your hands tightened - unwilling to relinquish his prey now.

Casting your gaze to your family and friends for help, but you see that they’ve vanished. In their place were piles of vermillion spider lilies that grouped and shaped into the people that were once there. Lining the walls were tall, bronze pedestals that were topped with shallow basins. Scorching blue flames flickered and danced in each basin, heating the room to an unbearable degree - sweat beaded across your brow.

“Are you ready my little Jingoku Bana?” he whispered, pulling your attention back to his terrifying maw. “The officiant is here.”

Turning to the altar, you saw a figure in a black hooded cloak, but there was no bible, no vows - just a bleached, boney hand outstretched. In the palm of its skeletal palm lay two rings made of briar and rose thorns. Ice cold dread seeped into your bones.

The raven haired man plucked the rings from the ‘officiant’s’ palm and put one on himself first, as he did the thorns tore at his skin, crimson droplets trickled down his fingers and splattered on your stark white dress.

Taking your left hand - you froze, unable to move - as he pushed the ring gently onto your ring finger. Despite his gentleness, you still bled, spilling matching crimson droplets down your hand - staining the once pure white fabric as well.

Glancing between the cloaked figure and the man looming over you, the thought naively entered your brain, ‘is that it?’ and as if on cue the cloaked figure reached behind its back. The figure revealed a large scythe as it was raised high in the air - the downswing aiming for your throat. 

Your muscles ached with panic as you frantically turned to run back down the aisle, but you stopped short as the blue flames from the basins licked the tapestries hanging from the wall. Within seconds, the aged fabrics were engulfed in cobalt fire. The spider lilies curled in on themselves, turning black from the heat as thick smoke filled the room.

Suddenly remembering the reaper in midswing, you lunged forward - attempting to duck and land on the floor - but two arms wrapped tightly around your torso, pinning your arms to your sides and you in place.

Your “husband’s” lips brushed the shell of your ear as his breath fanned over your cheek, but you weren’t frozen this time - bucking and kicking wildly to no avail. 

“Shh… It’s okay - we’re gonna go out together.” He whispered and pressed a kiss to your cheek as you heard the scythe slicing through the air. Fighting for your life in the last seconds, you shook and shrieked at the top of your lungs, and then finally, you begged.

“P-please! I-I don’t wan-want ta-to d-die!!” sobbing uncontrollably as you collapsed against the man’s chest in defeat. Suddenly, the room around you began to shake violently as Kenji’s voice echoed from far away. The hold around you weakened gradually as the room dissipated into smoke that eventually filtered into soft light.

“Hey! Y/N! Wake up, hey!” Kenji was shaking your shoulder gently as he tried to rouse you from your fitful sleep. Jolting awake, you were face to face with Kenji, your cheeks felt wet and you could taste salt on your lips.

“Y/N, are you okay?” his voice dripped with concern, and face set in that overprotective older brotherly way.

“Y-yeah. Just a nightmare…” you trailed off quietly. Kenji didn’t believe you - his head tilting to the side with a quirk of his eyebrow.

“Are you sure about that, Y/N?” he gently urged you again to talk to him about it.

“Ha, yeah… honestly it didn’t even make any sense… I’m okay - really.” Once again, with a chuckle and wave of your hand, you spun a half truth to dispel his worry. This time though, he didn’t let it go so easily.

“We’ve all noticed Y/N. Freezing anytime flowers come into the house, or physically flinching anytime you receive mail.” His tone grew stern, but his face still set in worry. When you casted your gaze to the floor and didn’t respond, he added. “Look. I don’t know what it is that’s got you so freaked out, but I would like to know. We all would like to know so we can help you, but none of us can do that until you tell us what’s going on…” bringing your gaze back to his, and then he continued, “If you aren’t ready to talk about it right now, that’s okay. Just… whenever you are ready to talk - I’m always here to listen, and only a phone call away.”

“O-okay… Not today though… I-I’m not ready.” Sniffling a little as you whispered to him while averting your gaze to the smooth, beige fabric covering the arm of the couch.

“Okay, not today. Today we go get a treat, watch a comfort movie, and then hot pot tonight?” Kenji, having known you and helped raise you for a good part of your life, knew exactly what you needed to recuperate. Gratefully you nodded with a weepy smile before going to hop in the shower.

Later that evening after you’d gone to bed, Kenji updated Kenzo on your nightmare and that you do have something to tell them. Kenzo instructed Kenji to keep him up to date and to coordinate with the museum and hospital to allow them to send one of the more “refined” Asano members to guard you directly throughout the day. He also told Kenji to consider if a meeting will be required between the two clans about this issue.

About midnight, you were lying in your bed unable to sleep. Mind drifting to the flowers, the note, and to all the people you would eventually have to tell. The last anxious thought that floated through your brain just as sleep claimed you - how will Kirishima react?

The following morning, Kenji told you to take the day off, and go out to do something besides work. Hesitantly you agreed, and like clockwork the Asano Estate phone rang. Kenji answered professionally, and then turned to hold the phone out to you - it was Kirishima. The Sakuragi First Lieutenant nonchalantly offered to take you to look at antiques, since he had to pick something up for his boss anyway. Glancing at Kenji for any sign that this was his doing, but he seemed to have something on his phone more interesting. Finally you told him that sounded great - deciding to take Kenji’s advice to go out and do something. 

As it turned out, antiquing was exactly the thing you needed. Yaeka was in school, so it was just you, Kirishima and Sugihara which you were grateful for - since their banter easily took your mind off yesterday’s nightmare. And recent flower delivery. What you didn’t expect was for your mother to be brought up out of the blue.

The moment the three of you entered the antique shop, the older woman at the counter called you by your mother’s name. Instantly you froze in place, stunned that anyone would know, let alone speak her name. After a long moment of you and the old woman being locked in a staring contest, it finally seemed to click for her as she apologized and said she thought you were somebody else. Kirishima and Sugihara observed your reaction closely, wordlessly sharing a perplexed look.

“Oh God no, I’m sorry,” blurting out quickly as you waved your hands in front of you, plastering a smile across your face at the same time. “That’s my mother’s name, and I just haven’t heard it in a long time… I was just surprised,” you informed her, trying to dispel the tension accumulating in the shop.

“You’re Y/N Asano aren’t you?” She asked, brows raised in shock and eyes wide beyond belief. “Haha, of course! It’s been years since I saw your mother, and you look like the spitting image of her,” she said with a wistful shake of her head, a kind smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. A featherlight feeling rose in your chest, as the question teetered on the tip of your tongue - so fragile that breathing wrong could shatter it.

“Ho-how did you know my mom?” Inquiring softly as you closed the distance to stand in front of the counter where she sat. Blinking up at you in surprise, and then a nostalgic smile overtook her face as she wagged a finger at you - indicating for you to wait.

“I can actually show you,” she offered gleefully as she hopped off her stool and disappeared behind the paper doors leading to the back of the shop. 

Next to you, her husband was wrapping the antique and boxing it for the other two men while all three of them observed the interaction with intrigue. A moment later she returned with a thick album. Setting it on the counter, she opened it to the first page before beckoning you with a curl of her fingers to peer over it with her. 

Stooping slightly, you took in the photos as she pointed out the antique shop from over 20 years ago, and your mother standing proudly in front of it between the husband and wife. The next photo was of the three of them decorating the shop for Christmas, and then a New Year photo of your mom and your dad. 

“The first night they met,” the wife offered softly as she met your gaze with all the care of a grandparent. The next photo she showed you was of your mother with a rounded belly, your father staring down at her proudly, and several Asano members you knew with younger faces gathered around her. The husband stood by your father with a hand on his shoulder, and the wife stood by your mother with an expression filled with motherly pride. The banner above the four of them read, ‘It’s a Girl!’ A tear splashed over the corner of the photo, causing the wife to look up and see you stifling your sobs.

“I’m so sorry!” You said immediately, drying your eyes on your sleeves, and when you met the wife’s questioning expression you quickly explained. “Mom passed away a few years ago, and I just don’t have very many photos. Thank you for showing me these - I’m really glad to know that she’s remembered fondly,” you murmured through another sniffle.

Wordlessly, the wife takes out an envelope from under the counter and begins pulling photos out of the album before enclosing them in the manila and handing it to you with a firm nod. Stunned, you gingerly take it from her while she spoke in an empathetic tone, “Come by anytime you want to see more photos, or just hear about her.” Then she and her husband came out behind the counter to hand Sugihara a taped box, and to bid you goodbye. 

“Uh,” was all you uttered, still a little stunned, as the wife beamed up at you. Without much thought, you stepped forward and hugged her tightly as you whispered, “thank you so, so much.” Suddenly, you remembered the fact that Japan isn’t like the states, and immediately released her - stumbling over yourself with apologies for being so casual.

“Hahaha!” She burst out laughing, her husband quick to follow, as they both waved off your apologies. “You really are just like your mother,” she finally stated after her laughter had died down. Then, with another wave she told you to come back anytime as the three of you left the shop.

As the three of you made your way back to the Sakuragi residence you were ostensibly quiet, nervously thumbing the edges of the envelope. Kirishima and Sugihara flanked you on either side the whole way back, but neither of them spoke - unsure of what you could be feeling, or what to even say about it if they did

Once you all returned to the Sakuragi Estate, Yaeka was in her room playing so Kirishima asked Sugihara and Kanami to watch Yaeka for a bit. He relayed a bit about what happened to Kanami, who was more than happy to help. 

Then, he more so told you rather than asked if he could walk you back home, to which you agreed with a somber smile. On the way, he picked up drinks and some tea cakes for the two of you, and asked if he could come in at the door. Again, you agreed, and after greeting your father and some of his men, the two of you ambled to the teahouse at the back of the courtyard. Once settled side by side to watch the sunset over the high garden wall, he finally broached the topic of your mother. 

“So, um,” Kirishima began softly as one smoky iris peered at you out of the corner of his eye. “Is it okay if I ask about your mom?” He inquired gently, and you gave him a small smile and nodded.

First he asked about why she moved to the states, and you told him about your grandfather falling ill, and how it became too much for your grandmother to handle on her own so your mother chose to move back home to help. Tearfully you divulged that you didn’t want to leave, you loved it here as a little girl, but your father couldn’t come with you and thought it would be best that you stay with your mom. When the two of you moved, no one thought that it would be permanent or that she wouldn’t be coming back. 

Biting your lower lip as you blinked away your tears - trying with all your might not to break down. Kirishima’s warm hand pulled you from your thoughts, but when you peered up at him he was gazing at the sun dipping behind the wall. Turning back towards the sunset, you breathed in his warm, honey-clove, and buttery-vetiver aroma as the stinging in your eyes slowly subsided. After a pregnant pause, he ventured another question. 

“How did she pass?” Kirishima inquired oh so gently, as if his words could shatter you. Just as he feared, renewed tears sprung to your eyes, but after a moment of collecting yourself, you sighed deeply before answering.

You told him that it was just a head cold at first. And then it turned into pneumonia, and then she was just gone. Tears spilled down your cheeks, quickly you apologized while attempting to cover your face with your hands. Kirishima remained utterly silent as stray sobs made their way into the ether, before he slowly wrapped his arm around your shoulders silently drawing you flush against his side, and allowed you to cry. 

Distinct sweet-tobacco, and resinous vetiver clung to his skin, clothes and every breath he exhaled. With your nose pressed into his shirt, you were submerged completely into the raw, inky blackness of his scent - spurring you to fist your hands into the fabric for comfort as well. Kirishima was ever the stoic one as he held you - doing his best to remind himself that this was just a part of his job now as he gently pressed his nose to the top of your head. 

As her fiance it’s my responsibility to comfort her. He thought dutifully as he inhaled your scent deeply. Even if I’m not a good person, I can be a good husband if I act the part. He continued ruminating while his senses were flooded with hints of your smoky, spring-like floral, and cocoa-almond fragrance. The comforting aroma brought an image of him and you sitting in front of a shared family shrine of his parents and your mom as the two of you lit incense for them. Once again his heart showed him what he truly wanted, and yet again he stamped it down before his desires could breach containment. 

“Can I see some photos?” He finally asked, after you gathered yourself a bit. Simpering softly at the manila envelope in your lap, you gingerly pulled out the photos to show him. With each photo, he asked something about your mother, or you, or your father and you answered his questions about them happily. Eventually, you started pointing at pictures that showcased the characteristics you knew about your mother. He happily listened, and close to when the sun was finally dipping completely behind the walls you asked him a question in return.

“So, what’s your mom like?” Inquiring innocently, a kind smile tugged on your lips. Blinking rapidly, at first he looked taken aback before returning a small, sad smile.

“She passed away when I was in high school,” he informed you gently. Staring back at him in shock as a slew of emotions tore through you until you were able to jolt yourself out of the awkward silence.

“I’m so sorry, and I’m sorry it took me until now to ask,” apologizing genuinely as a notch formed in your brow, and a self-admonishing look seeped into your expression. Kirishima chuckled lightly at your genuinely remorseful reaction before waving off your apology.

“It’s okay, I don’t talk about her much anyway. Really only to the Little Lady,” he said wistfully as he stared off at the darkening wall once again.

“I’d like to hear about her sometime,” you implored him gently, eyes shining hopefully when he met your gaze again. Puffing out a small laugh at how similar your and the Little Lady’s expressions could be before he opened up a little bit. Mostly he told you about the birthday omurice his mom would make him every year, and how he made it for Yaeka this year. A fine dusting of pink danced over his bashfully proud face. Then, he told you about the Kalanchoe flowers that Yaeka suggested he get for when he visited his parents’ grave - though it seemed there was something more he wanted to say, he didn’t as a creeping quiet fell over you both.

“It sounds like she had a really kind soul,” you whispered softly. Kirsihima nodded in agreement, and you could already see the tears gathering behind his shades while a few soft sniffles escaped him. Gently, you took his hand and faced towards the last dregs of light before allowing him to gather himself. But you made sure he knew you were still present by leaning your head on his shoulder - giving him the same consideration he gave you earlier. After some time the lamps around the courtyard began blinking on one by one, and as the last one turned on - throwing light over some curly irises - Kirishima peered down at you remorsefully.

“I should probably get going,” he murmured, disappointment leaching into his voice as he slowly pulled his arm back, “the Little Lady will be wondering where I am,” he said absentmindedly. The way he spoke, thoughtful and slow, to the way he was gazing down at you were obviously his subtle attempts at stalling.

“Of course, thank you for listening to me,” you responded in a hushed tone while smiling softly up at him - hints of spiced coffee and creamy cedarwood drew him imperceptibly closer. As if the time spent and the words exchanged here were a secret for just the two of you.

“Thank you for listening to me too,” he whispered back, notes of sharp conifer mingled with a bewitching vetiver scent that had you leaning into his orbit once more. 

Practically nose to nose now, close enough that your breath collided with his before fanning one another’s lips. Kirishima’s warm palm came up to cup your cheek as you tilted your head slightly, your lips seconds from brushing his as both of your eyes fell shut. His other hand came to grip your waist as he pulled you closer, the faintest hints of peppered amber fused with leathered tobacco splashed across your tongue when his breath fanned past your parted lips. Kirishima fought the primal urge to chase the decadent creamy almond and spiced honey that clung to your breath as he felt the barest touch of your plump lips against his. Just as you leaned in to feel more of him, the sound of the sliding door made both of you jump and shoot a part.

“Oh, Y/N I didn’t see you out here,” Soma stood in the doorway completely unphased by your reddened cheeks or the way Kirishima avoided his gaze at first. “Hey Kirishima, how are you?” He asked monotonically with a calm wave, to which the 1st Lieutenant threw him an awkward smile and waved in return.

“He was just heading out,” interjecting quickly before Soma could ask anything else. Glancing back at Kirishima, who shot you a grateful look and nodded in agreement as he rose to his full height. Quickly you got to your feet as well and offered with a kind smile, “let me walk you out.”

Kirishima couldn’t help watching your curls bounce around your face from how quickly you got to your feet, or the fine dusting of pink still heating your face, or the way your eyes gleamed up at him in the lamplight. Nodding wordlessly, he followed from the courtyard to the front entrance - barely mustering a suitable goodbye to Soma, Kenji or your father on the way out. Though all they did was snicker once he was out of earshot, since the Sakuragi Demon was trailing in your wake as if you had tamed the fabled beast. A look of longing etched into his features when you bid him goodbye at the door - even leaning out to wave after him as he made his way down the front walk.

Once Kirishima was back home, and the hour had grown late, he found himself lying on one of the common room couches staring up at the ceiling. A silent debate taking place, as his budding feelings towards you quarreled with his more rational side. On one hand, he still couldn’t shake the images that your scent brought to him that first night in the courtyard - the ones where he could imagine a happy and fulfilling life with you. On the other hand, he kept reminding himself that this was his duty - he needed to marry you, form an alliance with the Asano’s, and then keep up the happy facade so the alliance lasts. Yes, he would be more than happy to protect you - he may even allow himself the carnal pleasures that come with this arrangement, and even the domestic ones that have been plaguing his mind of late. But that was still out of duty.

And yet, as he stared at the moonlight reflected on the blindingly white ceiling, he thought of how you felt so warm pressed to his side. And how your small hand held his so gently when you allowed him the space to cry, and once he was finished you just smiled at him without a trace of judgment or a word spoken about his tears. 

The feeling that plagued him the most - that terrified him to no end - was the fact that he just clicked with you. He wanted you to look at him, to smile at him. To love him. Because he felt himself falling in love with you so easily, and he desperately wanted to know if you felt the same.

After Kirishima bid his goodbye, Rei texted you to invite you to karaoke, and you happily agreed - deciding that Kenji’s advice of doing something had made you feel better, so you’d try it again. After belting a few duets to a sparsely crowded pub, the two of you settled at the bar where you told him some about recently meeting your fiance. 

“So…?” Rei asked excitedly as he sipped from the stirrer in his gin and tonic. “Is he handsome? Kind? Generous? Funny??” He rapidly fired the questions at you while bouncing slightly on his barstool.

“Oh my God Rei,” you groaned though the slight smile turning your mouth told him it was good news. “He’s so handsome I could die!” You gushed, beaming back at him as all the warm, fuzzy feelings about Kirishima came bubbling up. “And yes - kind, generous, funny! I really hit the jackpot,” you giggled before taking a sip from your Moscow mule. Rei couldn’t contain his joyful squeal at your news.

“What else? What else?” He urged you excitedly - squirming in his seat - unable to contain his excitement for you.

“Oh! He’s been visiting me at work like once a week, and look, I’ve never really dated per se but it does feel like he’s really going above and beyond,” you admitted giddily, though your companion noticed the slight drop in your smile afterwards. Shame filled your every nerve as you thought about your paranoia lately. Rei immediately arched an inquiring brow at you.

“What is it?” He whispered, leaning closer to you, and for a moment you tried to fix your smile. But then you let it drop completely, as that underlying unease began to surface again. Setting your drink on the bar in lieu of wrapping your fingers around the silver band on your thumb and twisting it repeatedly, then you looked at your friend directly.

“Um, well, y’know how I’ve told you about how I can be a little paranoid sometimes?” You asked cautiously, and Rei nodded slowly for you to continue. “Well, my anxiety has just been really bad lately, and I guess the whole engagement has exacerbated it a bit…” you admitted quietly, causing your blonde haired friend to cock his head as a notch formed in his brow. 

“Not, like, getting married… more so how my anxiety is affecting the whole engagement. I feel like I’ve been putting everyone on edge, and I’m really worried I’m gonna ruin this,” you murmured anxiously as you fiddled with the wide silver band on your thumb. Rei’s comforting hand on your wrist pulled you out of your swirling thoughts as you met his reassuring gaze.

“If he’s as kind as he seems, then I don’t think something like anxiety or paranoia could ruin this. And if he’s not able to handle it, then you two were never gonna work out anyway,” he spoke gently, but his words were firm. Smiling softly, you nodded in return as you thought back to the tea house earlier - how comforting and safe your fiance was… Maybe Kirishima could handle this.

Despite how well today had gone, unbeknownst to you, on the other side of the pub sat an unassuming figure hunched over a high table. Though his eyes haven’t flicked in your direction once, his gaze remained trained on the mirror behind the bar which gave him a clear view of your face. Unfortunately, since the pub was basically empty, he also had the privilege of hearing your conversation. 

You couldn’t explain the unease you felt that night, but if you had seen the ire in his eyes, the vice grip on his drink, or the photo on his phone - you would’ve understood immediately. Every so often, a pair of inky-black irises flicked from the bar mirror down to a picture from earlier today. It was of you and Kirishima, sitting in the Tea House - so close it was hard to tell you two weren’t kissing. Finally, his spiteful gaze returned to your giggling face in the mirror. My Jigoku Bana. Mine.

Master List (I have no rights to these characters, the works they come from, or the art/screenshots/manga panels used in this post. Screenshots taken from pinterest, so if you know the creator please lmk! White Flower Divider is from @sweetmelodygraphics and Red Spider Lily Divider is from @saradika-graphics)

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Kirishima's Scent is based on a mix of Encre Noire by Lalique and Guerlain Vetiver Eau de Toilette. Reader's Scent is based on a mix of Vietnamese Coffee by D’Annam and Purple Afternoon by Universal Flowering.

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Whats the request you're most excited to write???? Also can you make a list of all the requests you've gotten so far? I just want to see how far down mine is LOL

So basically, I’m going to make it easier on myself to pump these out and fill requests so here’s what I’m planning on doing:

A lot of you have just requested simple “Can you write character x reader?” and left it up to me, but the other half of you (whom i could kiss on the lips ily all) have wrote a detailed, lengthy explanation of what you want and it makes it soooooo easy and enjoyable to just pump my brain to write without having to come up with a plot. So! I’m going to be combining requests and writing for requested characters, but using the specific prompts requested to actually post. I hope that makes sense… you’ll understand when I start posting lol

Anyways- here’s the current list! (I’ve shortened it down, as I look at my inbox I easily have 50 requests I’m just not going to write each individual one)

- Jeff the Killer x Female Reader (on her period) (currently writing!)

- Jeff the Killer x Female Reader x Ben Drowned

- Fluffy Kirishima x Female Reader

- Nina x Female Reader

- Clockwork x Female Reader (strapon yum)

- Hoodie x Female Reader x Masky (hunters x prey)

- Toby, Masky, Hoodie x Female Reader (this one is definitely the one I’m most excited for, already have a draft written up 🔥)

- Toby x Chubby Female Reader x Eyeless Jack

- Continuation of Just Relax (cockwarming and relationship building 😵‍💫 fwb turned deep)

- Kate the Chaser x Female Reader (more strapon YUM)

- Stalker Ben Drowned x Female Reader

- Hoodie x Female Reader (he chases you in a corn maze AHHHH)

- Toby x Clockwork (so excited for this omg)

- Slenderman x Female Reader (maybe a continuation of WITT)

- Toby x Transmasc Reader (clawing at the walls to write this)

- Bloody Painter x Female Reader (“let me help you love yourself” EEEE)

- Jeff the Killer x CVI Female Reader (basically reader is blind and isn’t afraid of him, it’s gonna be so fluffy)

- Jeff the Killer x Toby x Female Reader (Toby is whipped for Jeff and needs an excuse to get with him, so he uses you AHH)

- Toby x Female Reader (they’re childhood friends, major fluff in this one, lots of trauma too)

- Eyeless Jack x Medic Female Reader (basically Jeff and Jack fight over you, BUT JACK WINS!!!! gonna be a good possessive one trust)

- Jessica x Female Reader (very soft very cute)

- Tim Wright x Female Reader (christmas themed!!!!!!!) (might save this one for actual christmas cause it’s gonna be so good)

- Eyeless Jack x Artist Female Reader (you’re lonely, Jack thinks you’re adorable)

- Kagekao x Female Reader (i’m not very familiar with this character but i’ll do my research!!!)

- Jeff the Killer x Female Reader x Toby (heavy non-con)

- Ben Drowned x Tall Female Reader (climb that tree boy!)

- AFAB Jeff the Killer x Reader (considering i don’t want to be insensitive at all, i’m going to converse with the requester and get a more in depth feel of how they want this written! but i’m planning on t4t)

- X-Virus x Female Reader

- Toby x Female Reader x Masky (heavy power struggle)

- Eyeless Jack x Author Female Reader (he begs for your attention YUM)

- Evan/Habit x Female Reader (killer x stalker vibes!)

I’m sure this list will severely change before I know it, but I promise to work as quickly as I can and make all of you happy! I’m so excited for all of these!!!!! Thank you all so much for reading and requesting!!

[crushmeeren]

» » » » 𓐩 KINTOBER VOTING PART FOUR !! 𓐩

This is the last poll for my kinktober prep! I’ve really enjoyed seeing which characters win in each one of these and this one is no different.

In my previous post, Dabi & Megumi (kind of surprised) won MASKED STALKER X READER!

Our last prompt will be ‣ ‣ ‣ ‣ INCUBUS X READER !

𐄂 𐄂 May or may not (but more than likely will) include kinks such as somnophilia, light bondage, choking, size kink, biting/marking, praise, etc. 𐄂 𐄂

I may pick the top two depending on who wins! ( ˘ ³˘(◡‿◡˶)

In the meantime if you’d like to check out my other works, click ‣ ‣ ‣ ‣ here.

P.S. I know the choices are characters who are more upbeat (except Kenma), but I’m going for reader making a deal for someone dark and mysterious and getting a demon who’s sunshine instead, so go with it lmao.

[eeboshmeebo]

Perfection in Pettiness

Reader x Neito Monoma, obsessive reader, GN reader

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It all started when you first saw him. The memory was still vivid, as he overshadowed everyone else in your sight.

He was laughing, making fun of the others in the room as he kept talking. His facial expression was full of life, details you've never seen on other people's faces were visible on his. Somehow, his white pupils didn't remind you of a week-old dead fish but instead seemed like blue chalcedony inlaid into snow-white quartz.

His thin lips, delicate but hiding a voice louder than his princely appearance. He isn't a 'stereotypical' flirty and annoying kind of person, not at all...

And most of all, he didn't seem to care if you stared or not. Like right now, as he was picking a fight with the red-haired boy you forgot the name of.

That voice...

"And this is why you 1-A losers can't beat us, you don't even have a balanced diet!"

"Not cool, man! I eat loads of proteins since I work out a lot!"

You knew better. A workout diet would need more than deep-fried foods and a fruit cup, berries and veggies would be needed as well for the minerals and vitamins. Another reason why, though...

You had memorized Monoma's diet, a filet mignon with broiled vegetables and olive oil garnish, along with a light sauce and cranberry juice to wash down everything AND a small flan to top it all off, if your eyes saw correctly. A treat. He must be having a good day to get some extra sugars intentionally.

There was also another reason why you were standing behind him. It was so Kendo couldn't touch him. So she couldn't interrupt him... but when he put his food down, you struck by putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Hello, Monoma! Doing fabulous today, as always?"

He froze up under your touch mid-rant out of shock, and so did Kirishima. Being unnoticed was simply an ability at this point.

"...Of course I am, much more than you losers that can't even eat correctly!" He loudly proclaimed, but you could see that he was getting a cold sweat on the back of his neck. Nervous, was he?

"Glad to see that my acquaintance is doing well."

You patted his shoulder with a smile on your face before you went to a secluded corner in the cafeteria to sit down.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Kirishima never liked you. He was fine with everyone else, but you? You always looked at everyone with a disinterested gaze and always forgot their names, whether they be your friends or classmates.

Carefree, he thought pf you once. Forgetful and carefree. However, when Monoma came into the picture, your eyes gleamed with affection and interest as you ignored everyone else in the room.

However... he didn't like Monoma, no matter how much he tried to. Besides, it was a bit satisfying to see him freeze and shut up whenever you surprised him.

Not telling anyone wouldn't hurt. Monoma would need to learn how to be nice once in a while, right? Right!

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Three hours later.

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He felt like he was being watched. Always watched. Even in his own dorm, he felt like he was being watched.

That couldn't be.

There were no stalkers in a Hero School. Of course he wasn't being watched! He wasn't! He was safe!

That's what Monoma told himself, at least, as he read one of his comics. One of them had been switched out, one of the older ones he forgot to buy a new version of and was somehow replaced with a mint-condition comic still in the plastic wrapping. Maybe Shihai snuck into his room and pitied the state of the book.

A flash in the window drew his eye as he put down the book and set it on the bed with a bookmark in it, grumbling as he stood up and got his slippers on.

"I hope it isn't one of Shihai's pranks again, ugh..."

He opened the window and stepped onto the balcony, looking around suspiciously.

"Shihai, is that you? This isn't funny, it's already late and you should be studying!" He called out, but he got no response.

...

"...maybe it was just a lizard or a bird or something." He mumbled to himself, but as he stepped back inside, he made sure to keep his window securely closed.

He settled himself on his bed, kicking off his slippers and moving under the sheets to continue reading the comic he put down earlier.

The sense of unease didn't go away, even as he settled and dozed off.

Outside, you crawled up from underneath the balcony and smiled when you saw him before you retreated.

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Throughout the month, you got bolder. Started complimenting him more, started getting him gifts and homemade treats you knew he'd like but not too much. Just 'coincidental'. Started hanging around him more. Started openly standing up for him, and if asked 'What do you see in him?' you'd reply 'Everything'.

That's how much he was worth, after all. Everything. The most gorgeous, clever, amazing person you could ever lay your eyes on, and he'd be yours.

That perfect skin, those pearly eyes, that wonderful voice and smile, and that dazzling personality.

Yes, he'd be yours... all yours. One day. You'll just have to catch the opportunity.

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Part one.