#tashiro x reader

[rumisgf]

“ dessert ”

fatgum eats pussy for sport.

the way he has you squirming and writhing under his touch should be illegal. you thank every god above the sun that you were able to find a man like him because boy, does have he have heavenly skills. he begs you to let him eat you out whenever he takes you out to dinner or you get back from an event— especially after you’re both dressed up and you text him about the slickness in your underwear just by looking at him from across the table. now you’re really in for it.

“shiro~..please-”

he lands a soft, yet warning slap on your thigh as he buries his head further into your dripping cunny. your slick puddles underneath your ass as you drip even more onto the sheet- and he takes no time dragging his tongue down to your weeping hole to lick you up.

“you wanted this baby… let me take care ‘a ya..”

the vibration of his smooth voice sending chills down your spine, and you already feel your now second orgasm build up in your stomach. his large hands hold your thighs in place, squeezing on the soft flesh under his grasp.

“ouu~”

you let out a deep moan as his thick fingers plunge into your pussy, and you start gushing around him fingers. he hums in complete satisfaction as your arousal drips out and he makes sure he milks you out completely before lifting his head up for air.

“love this sweet lil’ pussy..”

you’re definitely giving him a baby tonight.

©𝑹𝑼𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑮𝑭

[choeeks]

you wipe my tears just for me? ♡﹗﹗

s. you’re crying ! what will they do? characters : tsutomu, yuusuke

cw. grammatical mistakes may occur.

[22:23]

tsutomu !

due to happiness. god this guy. ❀ it's usual to enjoy several moments with tsutomu, i mean, just by seeing him you're already assured of a smile. ❀ despite this, he never expected that something he did would make you so happy to the point of tears. ❀ even more so because it was the most banal thing in your relationship. ❀ saying «i love you» was not uncommon. ❀ however that particular night you felt so comfortable and grateful to be with tsutomu, just laying in his bed. ❀ “you know...” even though you already had his arm around your shoulders, you felt even closer when his hand gently held yours “...that i love you so so much.” ❀ okay. that was your limit. ❀ the tears that had already been forming in the corners of your eyes fell uncontrollably. ❀ each one of them reflected how much you loved this boy. ❀ tsutomu felt something wet on his neck when you buried your head against him, but before he asked if he had said something wrong, he hugged you tighter as he heard you murmur. ❀ “me too.”

yuusuke !

due to relief. fights with yuusuke weren’t common. ❀ although both of you often had little patience, you didn't involve this trait in the relationship. ❀ but yet here you are, walking without a specific destination. ❀ it's silly to expect yuusuke to come after you? maybe. ❀ the argument really had no basis or sense, but come on. when you have little patience it's hard to think rationally. ❀ feeling your body heavy you decided to sit on one of the car bumpers in the parking lot of some place. ❀ with your head tucked between your legs you didn't see around you. nor did you really care. ❀ all your mind could think of at that moment was to solve the meaningless dispute. ❀ at that, a helmet covers your head. ❀ jumping in place you raise your gaze which connects directly with yuusuke's. ❀ those dark eyes held his hard stare, which softened once he had your attention on him. “i knew i’d find you.” ❀ firmly your arms clung to yuusuke's body. ❀ the icy night wind managed to carry the tears of relief away. ❀ and as you rode back to his place on his cub you thought; it's silly to expect yuusuke to come for me? no. not at all.

don’t repost, translate.

[thebunnednun]

You're my Coffee [Chapter 2]

Shouta Aizawa x Pro hero/Teacher! Reader

After a distressing call from a Japanese hospital, you learn your friend Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) has briefly awoken from her coma and is desperately screaming for you.

She makes a final request: take care of her students if she doesn't survive.

So you pack your bags and move to Japan, only to find the students at U.A. High School traumatized by the Hero War. Aizawa is struggling to help them, and Nezu is overwhelmed trying to find therapists while managing international scrutiny over the students' involvement in the war. Aizawa panics when Nezu informs him of your arrival, as your hero profile is so blank he can't find decent information about you, despite your international headlines.

Your start is rocky, worsened by your initial deception of pretending to be his new student. The students are unsure what to make of you, but they’re drawn to their new pretty art teacher and soon so is their handsome grump of a teacher.

With the media down his neck, Nezu offers you a deal: Get the kids to seek therapy, you to graduate with your psychology doctorate. Aizawa’s catch: If you fail or harm them, you walk away from being a therapist and hero altogether.

All while facing your own trauma, and the affections of those strange cats...

Chapter summary: Your big brain ass pretends to be a student in order to see what you'd gotten yourself into. Rumi and Tashiro try to help as best they can, but Aizawa always did have watchful eyes.

Song: Good day's by Sza

------------------------Chapter 2: First days------------------------------

"Come on, Sunshine! You're gonna be late!" A voice echoed through the bustling morning streets.

"I'm coming!" you shouted back, weaving through the throng of people and struggling to tug your blazer into place as you dashed through the crowd. The tie around your neck was being a bag of bitches as it refused to cooperate, slipping out of your grasp every time you tried to tighten it. Just as frustration began to bubble, larger hands encased yours, guiding them with practiced ease.

You looked up to see Taishiro, sticking his tongue out at you. You did the same back to him, and both of you giggled. 

The morning streets of Japan buzzed with life as the city awoke to another day. The sky above was a soft blue, tinged with the pinks and oranges of dawn, while the hum of conversation, the chatter of street vendors, and the occasional honk of a car horn filled the air. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling street food wafted through the narrow streets, mingling with the crisp scent of morning dew.

"Come on, you two!" another voice called out, her tone impatient yet playful.

"Okay, MOM!" you replied, jogging up to her. Rumi was wearing a baseball cap pulled low and stylish workout clothes that hid her true identity. Despite the camouflage, there was no mistaking the determined glint in her eye. 

Taishiro walked on your other side, dressed in his usual casual attire, which somehow managed to make him blend in and stand out all at once. He was munching on a breakfast burrito, the sight of which made your stomach grumble in envy. But you learned a long time ago that breakfast and bullet trains do NOT mix well with you. 

Even now, with the weight of recent events hanging over all of you, his cheerful demeanor was as resilient as ever. His pockets were filled with candy, and he offered a helping hand to anyone who crossed his path, his signature sweet smile never far from his lips.

Rumi flexed her arms, still testing out her new prosthetics, looked focused yet determined. It was taking a while to find a doctor or healer that could help her regrow her limbs. There was no guarantee it would ever work, but that didn’t dampen her spirit. Taishiro, on the other hand, had to eat for ten people now just to put on weight and keep his fluffy appearance.

"This is our stop!" Rumi announced, her voice cutting through the morning air as she bounded through the block, reaching the school gates with her usual exuberance. The sunlight glinted off her prosthetics, casting small, reflective beams onto the pavement.

"Did you remember to bring your bookbag?" she teased, her eyes glinting mischievously as she turned to you.

"Yes, Mom – ouch !" you yelped, rubbing the spot where she flicked you with a smirk. Rumi’s grin widened, clearly pleased with herself. You took your bag off your shoulder with a, “What’s good cottontail!” She pretended to be scared before putting her fists up and squatting. 

Before things could escalate, Taishiro stepped between the two of you, his broad frame creating a buffer. "Enough you two, let's not create a scene like in the train station," he said, his tone gentle but firm, a reminder of his steady presence.

You couldn't help but snicker at the mention. The train station incident had been chaotic but hilarious. Rumi, in her excitement, had accidentally knocked over a whole display of snacks with her butt, and Taishiro had to smooth things over with the staff while you tried to hide your laughter.

As you approached the school gates, the energy around you shifted. The air buzzed with the excitement of students returning from summer vacation. Groups of kids chatted animatedly, showing off new gadgets, comparing outfits, or simply catching up. The sight stirred a pang of nostalgia within you, a reminder of your own school days, simpler times when the biggest worry was passing a test.

And maybe a little nostalgic for an old roommate you desperately missed. 

"Ready for your first day?" Taishiro asked, giving you a reassuring pat on the back that was more comforting than words could convey.

"Ready as I'll ever be," you replied, taking a deep breath to steady your nerves. A mix of excitement and anxiety churned within you. Teaching at U.A. wasn’t something you had planned, but after Nemuri called you from her coma, you knew you had to answer. You promised her. 

There was no turning back now. 

Taishiro gave you a concerned look, his brow furrowing slightly. "Are you sure you want to pretend to be a student?" He was trying to look inconspicuous but that was hard when the man was wearing a yellow hoodie and waving to some first years that recognized him. 

"Yes," you said with a nod, fiddling with the buttons of your blazer as you spoke. "How else am I going to really learn about her students?" It was a risk, but one you felt was necessary to truly understand the lives of those you were here to help.

Rumi's grin widened, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I can't wait to whip these kids into shape." She tapped her good foot against the ground with a bit too much force, the sound echoing off the walls. It was sweet really, how she was still so full of life. Helped you relax some nights. 

You couldn’t help but laugh. "I really hope those kids are still alive by the end of the day."

As the three of you sneaked into the school, you began to explore the different areas. The hallways were alive with activity, students rushing to their classes, chatting, and laughing. The hum of youthful energy filled the air, a stark contrast to the grim reality outside these walls. You felt a surge of nerves mixed with responsibility. 

These kids were the future heroes of society, and you were here not just to guide them, but maybe to make their lives a little less heavy, a little less burdened by the weight of the world they were about to inherit.

Or at least try to make them feel less shitty. 

"Ya know, Sunshine," Taishi started, his tone light and comforting as the three of you made your way through the bustling hallways. Students streamed past, their footsteps echoing against the tiled floors, conversations blending into a lively hum around you. 

"You really should wait for the official teacher orientation before diving in headfirst."

Rumi rolled her eyes, her white ears twitching with amusement as a group of first-year students scurried by, trying not to bump into the thiccck amazon. "Yeah, let her get bored to death by half-assed intros."

You chuckled softly, the playful banter between them easing the tight knot of nerves in your stomach. The chatter of students filled the air, and lockers clanged open and shut as kids rushed to grab their things before the next bell. "I appreciate the advice, but I'm sticking with this plan."

Taishi smiled warmly, his presence as reassuring as ever amidst the organized chaos. A couple of students lit up when they saw him, and he returned the gesture with a cheerful grin before throwing them some candy. "We get it, but remember, pace yourself. We're in this for the long haul."

‘Yeah, the long haul.’

Mirko playfully nudged your shoulder, her eyes gleaming with mischief as a group of students peeked curiously at her from around a corner. "And don't worry, Mommy and Daddy will make sure you fit right in. Just follow our lead."

You stuck your tongue out at her, a reflexive gesture that felt almost childlike, and she responded by biting the air, her expression turning mock-threatening. Best not to tease Rumi when she’s worked up like this. Especially not when she was surrounded by excitable first-years who couldn’t stop whispering about her.

The school bells rang, sharp and clear, signaling the start of classes. Freshman students rushed to their classrooms, their laughter and chatter creating a vibrant, almost electric atmosphere in the corridors. Some stumbled as they tried to hurry, books nearly toppling from their arms, while others darted past, eager to begin their first official day.

As the hallway began to clear, Taishiro and Mirko led you through the corridors, pointing out various landmarks while dodging the last few stragglers. "Over there's the cafeteria," Taishiro pointed out with a grin, gesturing toward a large set of double doors from which delicious scents wafted out. 

The faint clatter of dishes and the murmur of voices could be heard from within. "Best place to grab a bite between classes. And trust me, the food's fantastic."

Mirko chimed in, her pace quick and lively, "And if you ever need a break, Baby Bunny, there's a great spot on the rooftop for some fresh air and quiet." She shot you a knowing smile, her expression softening as she spoke. You could almost see the twinkle in her eye, imagining how she knew you’d use that spot to clear your head.

You nodded, absorbing the information while appreciating their efforts to make you feel informed and welcomed. The school’s layout was starting to become familiar, with students darting in and out of classrooms, their voices bouncing off the walls. 

Some paused to glance at the three of you, whispering excitedly behind their hands. They knew who Mirko was, of course, and even Taishiro, though less flashy, drew attention with his kind demeanor.

Also the motherfucker wouldn’t stop passing out candy like he was the next Willy Wonka. 

Finally, you reached the staff room, tucked away in a quieter section of the school. Taishiro pushed the door open, and you were greeted by a cozy space, a sharp contrast to the bustling hallways outside. The room was furnished with plush chairs and worn sofas, soft lighting casting a warm glow over the area. 

A coffee machine with some cat stickers in the corner gurgled, filling the room with the rich scent of brewing coffee. Teachers lounged about, some engaged in quiet conversation while others busied themselves with grading papers or preparing for their next class.

Some of them looked up as you entered, offering nods and friendly smiles. The energy in the room was calm, almost serene, a brief respite from the lively chaos outside.

"Here we are," he said. "Home base for all of us when we're not in the classroom."

Inside, a few teachers looked up and offered friendly nods. You smiled back, feeling a sense of belonging slowly take root. The three of you waved a quick goodbye before backing out of the room. You grabbed Rumi’s hand and when you arched a perfect white eyebrow at you and you huffed playfully, already feeling a bit more at ease as you turned to head down the hallways.

“We better eat lunch at the same time. I am NOT going to die of boredom while the two of you get to have all the fun.” You huffed before turning to head down some hallways. 

"Don't worry, Sunshine. We'll make sure to meet up," Taishiro reassured you with a warm smile that reached his eyes, the kind of smile that made you feel like everything was going to be okay, even on a day as nerve-wracking as this one.

Rumi smirked, giving you a playful squeeze with her Mike Tyson ass hands. "And we'll make sure you don't get into too much trouble."

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your lips twitched upward despite yourself. 

"Sure, sure."

As the three of you navigated through the school's labyrinth of hallways, you couldn't help but marvel at the sight around you. It was fun exploring the lockers, each decorated with stickers, keychains, and various personal touches that gave you a glimpse into the lives of the students. 

The inside of a Japanese high school was both familiar and foreign, a mix of the universal and the distinctly cultural. The clean, polished floors reflected the light overhead, and the walls were lined with posters announcing upcoming events, club meetings, and motivational quotes.

"Come on, Sunshine! You're gonna be late!" Taishiro glanced at the time on his phone, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced with a hint of urgency as he rushed you toward your homeroom.

Rumi's expression shifted as she realized her first class would be starting soon. Her eyes gleamed with anticipation, the excitement practically radiating off her. "I can't wait to start teaching."

Your eyes cut towards Taishi with a face that screamed ‘SAVE THOSE KIDS!’ and Rumi narrowed her garnet eyes at you. Taishiro chuckled, his large hand resting gently on your shoulder. "I'll make sure she doesn't overdo it." He kept walking before he stopped short. 

The three of you made it to the second year's floor, the hallway bustled with students preparing for their next class. The energy was contagious, and you felt your own nerves mix with a growing sense of excitement. It was a different kind of thrill, one that came from the unknown, from the possibility of what this new chapter might bring.

“Wait, how are you gonna get into the homeroom again?” 

"Alright, babe," Rumi  whispered, leaning in close enough that her breath tickled your ear, "I'll grab the chair list from Aizawa's office. You stay here with Taishiro."

Taishi nodded, giving you a reassuring pat on the back that grounded you in the moment. "We'll make sure you fit right in. Just follow our lead." His voice was soft but firm, the steady presence you needed amidst the chaotic first-day jitters.

Rumi disappeared around the corner, moving with the agility and stealth of a seasoned pro. You waited with Taishiro, the minutes stretching out as you listened to the distant hum of the school. The sounds of lockers slamming, the soft chatter of students, and the occasional squeak of shoes against the polished floors filled the space around you. You really couldn’t help people watching. 

It was just a habit you always possessed. Picking up the slightest bit of information from anyone. It often revealed more than words could. You could tell which students were freshmen, their faces filled with a mix of excitement and nervous energy, and which ones were seniors, dragging their feet as they counted down the days until graduation.

‘Hang in there baby!’

Students hurried past, some casting curious glances your way, others too absorbed in their own conversations to notice. The distant sound of a bell rang out, signaling the start of the day, and you took a deep breath, ready to step into whatever awaited you.

But there were others too, the ones who moved with a heaviness that made your heart clench. You could feel their emotions in the pit of your own stomach. Their eyes seemed distant, their smiles forced, if they smiled at all. Some looked down right zombied out. 

It wasn’t rocket science to tell who was just hanging on, trying to survive each day. The sight made you visibly frown, the weight of their struggles pressing against your chest. 

‘How were you gonna help them?’

Noticing your change in aura, Taishiro nudged your foot with his to grab your attention. "She's got this," Taishi said softly, his voice pulling you back to the present. "And once she does, you'll be on the list, no problem."

You nodded, staring at your doodled-on converse and trying to steady your nerves. Just then, a burst of energy rounded the corner in the form of Hizashi Yamada—better known as Present Mic. His bright personality was as infectious as ever, his green eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. Up close, with his wild blond hair and spiky demeanor, he really did look like a green eyed cockatoo.

" Hey, hey, hey! " he called out, his voice a bit too loud for the situation. " What's going on here, Taishiro? And who’s this young one? "

Taishi winked at you before turning to Hizashi. "Just showing a new recruit around, Hizashi. You know, the usual."

Hizashi grinned, completely oblivious to the real situation. " Awesome! Hey, Aizawa's around here somewhere, isn't he? "

Taishi nodded, catching your eye. "Yeah, he is. How about you go find him, Hizashi? I’ve got a few questions for him myself."

Hizashi gave a thumbs-up. " Will do! Catch you later!" He strutted down the hallway, his presence as loud and colorful as ever, in search of Aizawa. You couldn't help but smile at the perfect distraction he provided.

As he wandered off in search of whoever was ‘Aizawa’, you smiled at the vibes he provided and in sympathy for his students for having to hear that voice first thing on Monday morning. 

Moments later, Rumi reappeared, her white ears twitching with excitement and a triumphant look on her face. "Got it," she whispered, holding up the old list. "You're officially a student now."

You breathed a sigh of relief, the tension in your shoulders easing as a wave of gratitude washed over you. "Thank you, both of you. I couldn't have done this without you." You gave Mirko a quick squeeze before turning to Taishiro and offering him one as well.

Taishiro turned a slight pink before grinning widely. "Anytime, Sunshine. Now, let's get you to class."

"Yeah, before we have to write you up!" Rumi added with a smirk, her playful tone cutting through the remaining tension.

“Oh, bite me,” you teased back, rolling your eyes at her mock sternness. She sized you up and you pretended like you were going to take off your earrings and bracelets. Tashi could only pray that no one else was going to think it was weird a ‘student’ and teacher were about to box in the hallway like a bad world star video.

“What did you just say, young lady?” a stern voice suddenly interrupted, cutting through your banter like a knife.

‘Ah shit.’

You turned around, ready to tell the owner of that voice to buzz off, before you saw a tall, scary-looking figure resembling a banana. If a banana had long scraggly hair, a stubbled chin, and eyes that could kill. 

" Oooo ," Rumi whispered behind you, and you had to restrain yourself from flicking her.

"Hey, Aizawa!" Taishiro stepped up from behind you, trying to shield you with his broad frame. "How's it going? I was just asking Hizashi how you've been!"

So this was the infamous Shota Aizawa, also known as Eraser Head, staring at you with those piercing eyes, arms crossed over his chest. "Toyomitsu. Usagiyama." He gave a curt nod to each of them before his gaze landed back on you.

"Who's this?"

“I’m-”

“She’s your newest student, actually!” Rumi stepped up, cool as ice, waving a student planner in front of Aizawa's face. 

“Poor thing was lost in the halls before asking for our help.” She smiled at him before turning to you and smirking. “Weren’t you, dear?”

You fought back the urge to give her the nastiest glare you could muster before turning to the man before you. “Yes, that’s right,” you said, shoving your hands behind your back so only she could see your middle fingers.

“And she needed both of you to escort her?”

Somebody rolled a natural 20 on skepticism this morning. 

Taishi chuckled, trying to cover for you. “I just happened to run into Usagi-san before getting here and thought it would be nice to see how the kids are doing before we started our classes.”

Okay, not a complete lie, but you could tell this guy was smelling bull.

“If she was a student here before, then she wouldn’t need help to find her classroom.”

“Oh, she just transferred!” Rumi cut in again, trying to take the heat off you. “Originally from out of the country.” It wasn’t odd for U.A. to receive international students. But they typically got paired up with a class officer that could speak their language and were shown around an hour before school started. 

Aizawa loomed over you as those eyes bore into your figure. You adjusted the straps on your bookbag and tried to look as non-threatening as possible. Even if you did want to stomp his foot.

His gaze didn’t waver. “Out of the country, huh? You know, we have a rigorous selection process for transferring students, especially given the current situation.” 

Yeah, after that Shigaraki and Ayoma incident, transfer students could thank them for the most life sucking exam of their lives. Background checks, mental tests, interviews with professionals that could read minds, so many documents. It was a miracle more of them hadn’t quit. 

“Yes, I’m aware,” you replied, mustering as much calm as you could. “I went through all the necessary procedures.”

He raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. Instead, he turned to Taishi and Rumi. “And you two are here to…?”

Rumi grinned, “Just giving a helping hand, Sandman. Making sure she gets settled in.” She rested her hands on your shoulders before placing her chin over your head and smiling. 

Oh, she was in for it when you got home!

Aizawa sighed, clearly not convinced but willing to let it slide for now. “Fine. Just make sure she gets to her homeroom. And you,” he turned his attention back to you, “stay out of trouble.”

You nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”

As Aizawa walked away, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Rumi nudged you playfully. “See? That wasn’t so bad.”

“Not bad?” you whispered back incredulously. “He’s so grumpy!”

Rumi smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Grumpy or not, you survived. Plus, you got Taishi and me to keep things interesting.”

Taishiro chuckled, giving you a gentle pat on the back. “And trust me, once you get to know him, he’s not so bad.”

You rolled your eyes. “If you say so.” You shifted your purse over your shoulder and mentally ironed out having been scolded as if you were 16 again and fixing your lipgloss at your locker. 

Rumi chuckled, “You’ll get used to him. Now, go to class before we run into any more trouble.” They gave you a hug before parting. 

"Remember," Taishiro said softly, his voice just loud enough for you to hear, "You're one of them now. Sunshine, you're going to be just fine."

You smiled, feeling a surge of confidence. "Thanks, you guys. And thanks for the help."

He chuckled, giving you a thumbs-up before turning to head back outside with Mirko. You continued down the hallway, finding your assigned classroom. 

"Here goes nothing," you whispered to yourself, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead at U.A.

“This isn’t what I had in mind,” is what you mumbled to yourself, stepping your two feet into class 2-A. 

Peaking into Class 2-A felt like stepping into a whirlwind of youthful energy and chaos. The room was a cacophony of voices, laughter, and various activities. 

A poised girl with dark hair tied back in a ponytail, and a young man wearing glasses and a serious expression, was engrossed in a discussion with a purple-haired girl with earphone jacks and a girl with pink hair and horns. Next to them was a boy with wild golden hair and a dude that had tape dispensers for elbows. Their animated gestures suggested an intense conversation about something intriguing.

Nearby, two boys were huddled together over a notebook. One, with a mop of unruly green hair and a determined look, occasionally glanced up with bright green eyes that seemed to sparkle with curiosity. The other, with dual-colored hair—half white, half red—and a large red scar, had a composed demeanor, his gaze serious yet thoughtful as they exchanged comments and nodded in agreement.

In a quieter corner of the room, a boy with an animal-like appearance and a calm demeanor—sat with three others. One was a tall, multi-armed boy with a mask that hid his expression, another a sturdy-built guy with a muscular frame picking at some donuts, and the last a reserved boy with violet hair and a serious countenance. They seemed content to observe the lively scene around them with mild interest, occasionally exchanging quiet remarks.

On the opposite side of the room, a boy with spiky red hair and an energetic vibe was animatedly describing something to an ash blond boy, who seemed only partially engaged in the conversation, deeply engrossed in his phone. His occasional scoff or muttered remark indicated his irritation or amusement at whatever the first one was saying.

Closer to you, two girls were deep in conversation, their expressions animated as they swapped manga and discussed plot twists. One had short brown hair and a round face, while the other was almost hunched over with a calm expression and large, frog-like eyes.

Meanwhile, a boy with shoulder length blond hair looked disheveled, slumped over his desk with his head resting on his arms, clearly trying to catch up on sleep he missed the night before. 

Nearby, two figures were sharing earbuds, their heads close together as they bopped to music. One had an invisible appearance, her movements barely perceptible, while the other was a young man that looked mostly normal and had a sturdy build with a kangaroo (???) tail.

In another corner of the room, a boy with dark feathers sticking out of his face was wrestling with a shadowy figure that stubbornly remained hidden under a desk. Their struggle drew amused glances from nearby classmates.

And in the midst of it all, a small boy with a distinctive purple hairdo looked somewhat lost amidst the activity, unsure of where to direct his attention or how to engage with his classmates.

You could basically see all of the negative energy in the air. Some of them were having a pretty good morning. Others, not so much. The smell of the Adrenocorticotropic hormone and prolactin still clung to some of their faces. You knew damn well some of them hadn’t eaten or drank water yet either!

You shifted in your spot, paying with your cute acrylic nails that were totally out of the dress code. Then again, you never followed the dress code. ‘Fuck, no wonder she was scared about them.’ Nemuri was an excellent judge of character and she loved to gush about these kids over the phone whenever you asked how her teacher gig was fairing. 

It made you feel sad though, seeing them so far apart from how she described them. 

But then, as if on cue, the first blond kid shouted something that allowed hell to break loose. Suddenly, papers were flying through the air, one student was screaming about order, others were play-fighting, and some were just chuckling and fueling the flames.

‘Damn these kids are nutty.’ you thought, your eyes widening as you took in the chaotic scene.

"Are you just going to stand there and be tardy or are you going to get inside?" 

The rough voice cut behind you, tinged with impatience and authority. Startled, you look up to find Banana man (as you mentally dubbed him) glaring down at you with an unamused face. His scraggly hair hung loosely around his stern expression, adding to his intimidatingly sleepy  presence up close.

Squaring your shoulders hastily, you felt a flush of annoyance under his piercing gaze. "Uh, yeah. I'm coming in," you stammered, hastily maneuvering past him into the classroom. 

The other students, caught in various activities, briefly glanced up at your entrance — some curious, others indifferent — before returning to their tasks.

You settled into an empty seat, the classroom buzzing with the energy of students lost in their own worlds. Suddenly, a commanding voice rang out.

"Alright, everyone! Take your seats!" The tall, bespectacled boy at the front of the room, who seemed to take his role very seriously, was directing the chaos into order. The students complied, and as they did, he glanced over at you with a furrowed brow. "You must be lost. This isn't your classroom," he said, a mixture of concern and confusion in his tone.

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could get a word out, the boy's voice grew even more insistent. "There are no other classes scheduled to be in this room at this time. You must have made a mistake. Please allow me to direct you to your proper classroom."

You tried to smile politely, "Actually, I—"

But he cut you off again, his voice rising. "I insist, it is important to maintain order and ensure that all students are where they need to be!"

"Hey, Iida, maybe let her speak?" A boy with red hair and sharp teeth suggested, grinning in amusement.

You took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "Iida, right? I understand your concern, but I—"

"No, no, I must insist!" He was practically vibrating with the need to maintain order. "It is my duty as class representative to ensure—"

"Would you just listen for a second!" you finally snapped, your patience exhausted. The room fell silent, all eyes on the two of you. "I am where I need to be."

Iida blinked, clearly taken aback. "But... how?"

A girl with short, spiky pink hair giggled, "Hey, Iida, maybe you might want to check your schedule again!" She snickered behind her hand with the Soy sauce haired boy. 

Another student, the boy with electric golden hair, chimed in, "Yeah, Iida, chill out! Maybe she's got a reason to be here."

Before the situation could escalate further, Aizawa's authoritative voice cut through the tension. "Actually, we do have a new student," he said, his tone indicating he had more pressing matters to attend to. "And I don't care to give introductions because we have more important things to do."

Murmurs rippled through the class as Aizawa continued, "Starting today, Mirko and Fat Gum will be your new P.E. teachers." The students' reactions ranged from excitement to curiosity.

The pink girl raised her hand and, without waiting for permission, blurted out, "Have you heard anything about Midnight?"

You tightened your grip on your bag, feeling a pang of sadness and worry at the mention of your friend. You tried to place the pinkette, but her features were unfamiliar to you.

Aizawa's face hardened slightly. "I haven't received any word about her condition as of late," he replied, his voice carrying a note of frustration.

The boy with electric hair leaned forward, "What about the sub who's supposed to take over her class? And the new classes? Any more information about them?"

Your interest piqued at the mention of the deal you made with Nezu, but Aizawa shut it down. "No, and we're not discussing it further. Back to business."

The class settled into a more serious tone, but you couldn't shake the feeling of being under a microscope, every student’s curious glance.

Aizawa stood at the front of the room, his usual stern expression in place. "Today, we'll be conducting mandatory state testing for your quirks," he announced. The room buzzed with a mix of groans and murmurs of curiosity. As you scanned the room, your eyes met those of a green-haired boy from yesterday. You had chosen the open desk right next to him.

'Fuck.' He was staring intently at you, and when he noticed you caught him, he quickly looked away.

Aizawa continued, "Get into your P.E. uniforms and get ready. I expect everyone to be outside in ten minutes."

You stood up, falling into line as the boy with glasses, who you now knew as Iida, began directing everyone with precision. Beside him, a diplomatic girl with a raven-haired ponytail helped manage the flow of students.

"Hey," a soft whisper caught your attention. You turned to see a slightly shorter girl with brown hair and rosy cheeks behind you. "I'm Ochako Uraraka. Are you new here?"

You nodded, offering her a small smile. "Yes, I am."

"That's so cool! What school did you transfer from?" she asked as the group shuffled down the hall towards the locker rooms.

"Oh, I'm from out of state," you whispered back, keeping up the charade. Uraraka seemed like a really sweet girl, and she began filling you in about the school and your new classmates . "You'll fit right in here, don't worry."

"Oh yeah, I forgot to ask, what's your name?" she inquired.

You were about to respond when a voice interrupted, "Hey!" Both you and Uraraka turned to see the pink-haired girl from earlier. "Sorry about Iida earlier, he gets a little bent about the rules. I'm Mina Ashido!" She waved energetically and pulled you into the locker room.

"You can't hog the new girl, Uraraka!" Mina pouted playfully. Ochako giggled, "Alright, alright. I guess I can share." Mina's grin widened as she dragged you further into the locker room. "Come on, you'll love the girls. We're a fun bunch!"

Inside, a few girls were already changing into their P.E. uniforms. A girl with spiky pink hair, Mina, gestured towards you. "Everyone, meet our new classmate!"

A girl with dark purple hair and earphone jacks hanging from her earlobes waved, "Hi, I'm Kyoka Jiro."

"Welcome!" added the raven haired girl with a warm smile. "I'm Momo Yaoyorozu."

"Hiya! I'm Toru Hagakure," chirped an invisible voice, and you noticed a pair of gloves waving at you.

The girls began peppering you with questions as you all changed. "So, what's your quirk?" Mina asked, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

As you stood there, contemplating how to answer Mina's question about your quirk, you felt a wave of dry throat wash over you. Running through half the morning with Rumi was not wise. The girls around you waited expectantly, their curiosity evident. But coughing uncontrollably in front of people was lame so you were gonna try to clear your throat before responding. 

Seeing your hesitation, Toru spoke up, her voice gentle and understanding. "She doesn't have to tell us yet," she said, offering you a reassuring smile. "It's okay to take your time."

Ochako, noticing the gloves on Toru's hands, asked, "Hey, why are you wearing gloves?"

Toru squeaked in realization, "Oh no! I put on the wrong uniform!" She quickly pulled off the gloves, looking embarrassed.

Momo mumbled, "I understand," her expression becoming somber. The mood in the room shifted, a sense of shared experience weighing heavily on the girls.

You couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

The girls exchanged glances before Momo, with a more serious tone, explained, "We helped fight in the hero war during our first year. Our hero costumes... those were what we went into battle wearing."

Your eyes widened, thinking about how impractical and dangerous it must have been for them. "Ah, I see now," you said softly, understanding the gravity of their experiences.

Mina and Ochako, determined to lift the mood, started chatting animatedly, trying to bring back the energy. Momo joined in, her smile returning.

Jiro piped up, "Wait, did you get your uniform yet?"

You were about to respond when a sudden realization hit you. "Oh shoot!"

Before you could explain, the sound of loud footsteps echoed down the hall, followed by the sharp blast of a whistle. The girls snapped to attention, and you quickly followed suit, feeling the tension in the air as you prepared for whatever was coming next.

“I swear if it’s that little creep again!”

Just as you were about to respond, the door to the locker room swung open, and in strode Rumi, her confident presence filling the space. "Sike, it's me!" she announced, her energetic voice breaking through the tension. The girls relaxed, recognizing their new P.E. teacher. 

“Miriko!”

"Sorry for scaring you, ladies," Rumi said, her tone now more soothing. "I just wanted to pop in and say hello before your testing today. I'm excited to get to know all of you and train together."

She then gestured to a corner of the room where she had set up a small cabinet. "By the way, I've got some essentials here for you. Spare period products, aspirin, socks, lip balm, brushes, lotion, hair ties, band-aids, a locker for holding jewelry, and deodorant. If you need anything, feel free to take what you need."

The girls all chirped their thank-yous, visibly relieved and appreciative of Mirko's thoughtful gesture. "Kill it out there today during the testing," she encouraged, her voice filled with genuine support.

As everyone started to leave, Mirko caught your arm gently. "Hold on a second," she said with a wink. "Let's get you issued a P.E. uniform."

You followed her to the back of the office, where she rummaged through some boxes. After a moment, she pulled out a random unopened uniform. "Here you go," she said, handing it to you.

You took the uniform with a grateful smile, then leaned in and whispered, "I think the kids are traumatized."

Mirko's laughter rang out, loud and contagious. "Oh, you have no idea," she replied with a grin in case the girls could still hear. She then leaned in and quietly whispered, “I’ll try to get Taishiro to see what he can gather from the boys. Then we can talk it over during lunch.”

You slipped on your running shoes from earlier, left your gray tank top under the uniform shirt, and stashed your bag in her office under the desk. Rumi filled up the water cooler as she asked, "How was homeroom, newbie?"

You sighed and rubbed your eyes, “Banana man is loca, the kids are worried about Nemuri, and while they buy I’m a new student, I think one of the guys recognized me from yesterday.”

Rumi turned around with her eyes wide, ponytail flipping behind her. "From the mall?" The two of you talked about it as you described the boy to her, and she snapped her fingers, muttering a name, "Izuku Midoriya. I've heard Endeavor and All Might talk about him before, and he's been in the media with those two friends of his a lot."

You clicked the images and headlines together before nodding, "Has to be him, no question. But why didn't he rat me out?"

Rumi leaned against the cooler, thoughtful. "Maybe he's curious, or maybe he just wants to see what you're up to. Kids like him are observant, always looking for answers."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Great, just what I needed, a mini detective in the class."

Rumi smirked, giving you a reassuring pat on the back. "Don't worry, you'll get used to them. Now go on, show ‘em what you're made of!"

Just as you were about to respond, you heard Aizawa’s voice calling everyone to assemble. Quickly, you zipped up the uniform, feeling the adrenaline of the moment. Rumi gave you an encouraging nod as you stepped out to join the rest of the class, startled to see the girls had waited for you in the hallway.

Noticing you, Mina linked arms with you. "Let's stick together today! We can show you around and help you get used to things."  'She's just as sweet as Mimi said.'

"Thanks, I appreciate it," you said, feeling a warm sense of acceptance from your new classmates.

As you all walked out of the locker room, the girls continued to chat and ask questions, making you feel more at ease. Though you were here under unusual circumstances, their genuine friendliness made the transition feel a bit smoother.

Too bad you were about to find out that modern P.E. classes were hell. Especially with banana man. 

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Asahi x Reader

“You went to Seikoudai Junior High, right? I remember you! You spiked like a high schooler!”

The first years are at it again, you think, looking out the window. You’re right above them and you can’t help listening in.

“I-I… I mean, I wasn’t… I was just playing,” the tallest of the bunch stutters. He’s kinda cute, with his wavy hair and that button nose. 

“Oh come on, don’t be shy,” the guy next to him seems to be lacking all the shyness his friend seems to have in spades. His greyish hair bobs as he moves and you hold back a giggle at the sight. The third one in their little group is too invested in his curry bun for you to get a good look.

“Hey, are you even listening?” Someone taps your shoulder and you flinch, more so because of the three boys looking up at you, spotting you clearly listening in. 

You pull away and slip back into your seat, face burning. 

-

“Hey, can you get this to class 2-4?” You look up, half expecting the teacher to be addressing you. Instead, she’s talking to the cute First-Year. His hands are balled to fists, so you figure he’s probably too scared to say something against it. 

To be fair, he’s a little tall for a First-Year, taller than quite a few boys from your Class.

You walk over and clear your throat, hoping against all odds that he has forgotten that moment at the window weeks ago.

“Hey, you’re a First-Year, right?” You ask. “You can give me those books, I can take them.”

“I-It’s okay,” he stutters, “They’re pretty heavy. I can carry them.”

“Oh, okay. Do you want me to show you the way?”

His eyes light up and you swallow thickly. Wow, he’s really cute. And younger than you, your mind supplies right away.

“So, what Clubs are you in?” You ask, trying to get your brain back on track. 

“Volleyball,” he squeaks. 

You nod slowly. You have never been particularly interested in any sport before, dreading the times you have to participate during the mandatory sports classes, but maybe you could check them out? 

“Do you like it?”

“Y-Yeah, I mean, I…” He starts stuttering again, so you wait for him to catch his breath and finish his sentence. There’s no use in rushing something like that. “I’m pretty tall and I don’t like Basketball, that’s why I started with Volleyball. I don’t think I’m bad at it.”

“But do you like it?” The question seems to surprise him, he blinks at you like no one’s ever asked him that before.

“I guess?” 

“What else do you like?” You ask, only to realize you’ve reached your destination. There’s no more chance to talk, not with the bell ringing for the next class anyway. But you catch his name as he introduces himself to the teacher and you can’t help but whisper it to yourself, tasting the vowels like their a foreign treat.

Asahi Azumane.

-

“Azumane-kun!” You wave. He blushes a feverish pink.

His friends nudge him, one on the left, one on the right, until he stumbles over.

“Wh- Can I… Can I help you?”

“I wanted to check you guys out, I brought my friends along. Just wanted to wish you good luck before the game.”

“O-Oh, thank you!” He nods, yet unable to look at you. You swallow thickly, but for a different reason this time. You’re probably too forward and he’s probably not interested in the weird Senpai who keeps chatting him up.

“Anyways, have fun playing,” you tell him, pulling away before you can clap him on the back like an absolute lunatic. And for good measure, you wave at Kurokawa too, though that seems to only confuse your classmate. 

God, you need help.

-

“What do you think of Tashiro-kun?” Sachiro, one of your friends asks. “He plays Volleyball.”

Hideko snickers. “She’s not into Volleyball, she’s into that First-Year that happens to play Volleyball.”

“I’m not,” you argue, but your friends just send you a look that speaks volumes. You’ve been found out.

“I’m so done,” you groan, “It’s weird, isn’t it?”

“A little bit,” Sachiro agrees softly, “But not in a creepy way. You’ve just always crushed on older guys before.”

“I did not,” you try to argue but Hideko is already holding up her hand, counting down names as she taps her fingers one by one. You grumble but fall silent.

“Just lay off a bit,” Sachiro offers her advice, “He seems pretty shy.”

-

“E-Excuse me?” You look up from your book, surprised to see Asahi standing in front of you.

“Yeah?”

“I… I’m supposed to turn these in, but Kumagai-Sensei is not at her table.”

You blink toward the desk at the front of the Library. It’s deserted. 

The Library itself is quiet, yet well-filled. Your heart stutters at the realization that he approached you because he knew you. He approached you.

Okay, now get a hold of yourself, your mind chastises you and you send him a smile.

“No worries. You can leave them with me if you want, I’ve still got some work to finish. You probably need to get back to training, right?”

“Is that really okay?”

“Of Course, it’s no hassle at all.”

He seems unsure, but a glance at the giant clock over the door further spurs him on. He puts the books on the table in front of you, blushing yet again when you’re now able to spot their titles.

“A hobby?” You ask, surprised to see that these books are about sewing and creating patterns.

Asahi’s mouth opens and closes like he’s a fish out of water. You put one of your Calculus books over his and send him another smile, this one a bit more secretive than the others.

“It’s going to be our little secret.”

- - -

You end your second year just like you begin your third. No boyfriend, but still crushing.

Karasuno’s Volleyball-Team hopes for more talented players and while that’s not the same as getting a good Coach, you can’t help but notice that that Nishinoya-guy and Asahi get along just nicely. 

Your face has started to become a familiar sight at their games to the point that Asahi waves back, blushing furiously every single time.

You don’t know what he tells his teammates about you or what they think about you, but so far no one has asked you to leave and you’ve started to enjoy watching them play, learning about the sport one game at a time.

-

“What are you studying for?” You ask softly, surprised to see Asahi at your usual table the library. His head is buried in his book, hair now so long he’s started to tie it up.

“Japanese Literature,” he explains, “I’ve got a bad mark in my last assignment and my parents were not amused.”

“Ah,” you nod, “Not my favorite subject either. Want some help?”

He blushes as he nods, pushing the book closer to you. 

-

“Hey,” you look up from your bag to find Asahi standing over you, Umbrella at the ready. “Do you want me to walk you home?”

“Do you want to walk me home?” You ask back and watch him blush.

“I… I noticed you didn’t have an.. an Umbrella with you, this morning, you know…”

“Thank you,” you get up from the floor and swing your bag over your shoulder, “I appreciate it.”

His Umbrella is big enough to keep both of you dry without you having to touch. Which is a shame, but his body is warm enough that you can still feel it from this distance, probably because of training.

“How’s the team?” You ask, content with the silence but unable to fight against the urge to get to know him just a little bit better each day.

“Good, good. I… we might have a real shot at the Nationals this time.”

“Really? That’s amazing. I’ll be sure to cheer you on!”

“I just…” He stops and you can tell he’s biting his tongue. 

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“No, it’s fine, you can tell me. I won’t judge.”

“Do you ever feel weightend down by the expectation people set in you?”

His answer is unexpected. You stop in your tracks, eyes widening. He immediately starts to apologize but you hold your hand up and stop him.

“I get it. I just… I didn’t think you’d ask that. I thought that was just a thing Third-Years have to go through.”

He laughs, a sound that’s both abrupt and not really amused. 

“No, I guess that’s an Universal feeling.”

“Yeah,” you nod and take a deep breath, “I know what you mean. All the teachers telling you that you didn’t give your best or your parents having dreams for you you cannot seem to reach.”

“How do you deal with it?” Asahi asks and you can tell he really wants to know. If only you had a better answer.

“Most of the time I make jokes about it and pretend it doesn’t exist. Not the healthiest way of dealing with it, but so far I haven’t found a better solution.”

He laughs.

“You?” You ask.

“Do you know “Don't Give up, Kamchatka”?”

-

You tell yourself that you will confess to him on your graduation day.

You tell yourself to wait when you want to blurt it out on the way home, when he hands you little treats so you manage to keep up with the demands of graduating or when he sends you a text in the morning so you don’t forget your Umbrella.

But then, just weeks before graduation, Karasuno tries for the Nationals. You sit in the bleachers, watch as Date Tech grinds your team down to the bone. 

Something breaks in Asahi, you can tell.

Nothing’s the same after that.

No more good morning texts, no walking home after school.

When you pass him in the hallways he looks the other way.

You’re not sure if he’s sick or extremely talented at avoiding you, but Graduation day comes and goes without a sight of him.

- - -

You sit right at the back, chewing on your nails to distract yourself.

Honestly, you don’t even know why you’re here, nursing a crush that has brought you nothing but misery.

But you can’t just not go to Karasuno’s games, even if Asahi is no longer on the team.

At least that’s what you think, until he steps out onto the court, taller than you remember him, determination written over his face.

It’s a good thing you never told yourself you were over him. It makes it easier to accept that you’re not.

Karasuno wins against Date Tech. Karasuno loses against Aoba Johsai.

You disappear from the crowd before he can see you.

But you’re back the next time they play, crying when they finally make it to nationals, finally get to reach what they’ve dreamed of for so long.

- - -

It’s been too long, but your mouth still works faster than your brain.

“Asahi?” You ask, hand gripping the door handle tighter. “Is that you?”

He turns, clearly surprised to hear his name so far away from his hometown. 

But Tokyo’s nothing more but a bigger village, where everyone knows everyone through someone else it seems.

He looks good, wearing his hair open now. You’re half aware of your colleagues that you keep waiting in favor of talking to him, but you couldn’t care less.

It’s been too long and your heart still beats too fast at his sight.

“Hi,” he smiles, open and easy like he’s never been painfully shy. “How have you been?”

“I should be the one asking you that,” you tell him, punching his arm lightly and regretting it right away - those biceps can’t be human.

“Do you want to grab coffee?” You ask, biting your tongue after. Why is it always you that’s pushing? Can’t you just let him go for once?

“I’d love that,” he agrees easily, but he pushes his hands in the pockets of his trousers and you can tell he’s still got his nervous ticks, hands balled to fists. It warms your heart.

“When are you free?” He asks.

“Right now?” You ask back and he laughs in surprise like you’ve known him to do.

-

“Can I walk you home?” He asks after the third cup when the barista is pointedly clearing her throat and pointing at the sign with the opening hours. 

“Sure,” you agree, not wanting to let go of this either.

You’ve talked about everything and nothing so far. How he’s in fashion college of all things - your little secret - and how you like your work so far. 

“I’m sorry,” you tell him when you walk down the street, pavement wiped clean by the light rain from earlier, “I was pretty pushy back in high school.”

“I was a wuss in high school,” he disagrees softly, “I probably needed it.”

“Relationships aren’t something you should be pushed in,” you argue and he stops abruptly. When you turn to look up at him, his Adam’s apple bobs nervously as he fights for words.

“I’ve done it again,” you sigh, “Haven’t I?”

“Relationship?” He croaks out. “With me?”

You laugh in disbelief. “I’ve had a crush on you since your first day at Karasuno, Asahi. I thought I was obvious.”

“But I’m… me?”

“Yeah,” you nod, stretching out your hand. For what you don’t know until he takes it, his grip warm and reassuring. 

“Sorry,” he apologizes, “I should have known.”

“It’s okay,” you tell him, stepping closer, “You can make it up to me now.”

You half expect him to shy away.

Instead, he pulls you in.

“I will,” he promises, burying his nose in your hair. 

You stand like that for what feels like eternity, yet still not long enough, when he speaks up again.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Asahi asks softly. You nod.

“I’ve had a crush on you since my first day at Karasuno too.”

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Glitch | k.h. | 5

Kakashi Hatake x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: Tooth rotting fluff. Student's POV.

Author's Note: This is cute as fuck. Also, I'm a sucker for the team's sneaking around spying on their teachers.

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One Month Following Their Decision...

“I think she and Kakashi-sensei are dating,” Sori announced one day, a month or so after their teacher and her “friend” started spending more time together than usual.

Ayato rolled her eyes as she rewrapped her hands. “Sori, there’s no way they’re dating. You’ve heard her complain about Genma asking her out all the time. She doesn’t have time.”

Tashiro nodded in agreement, whittling away at a stick he was sharpening. But Sori shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest like a child. “Kakashi-sensei is always hanging out with us now though! Why else would he do that if they aren’t dating?”

“Maybe because two of his team members left the village and the other is training with the hokage?” Tashiro offered as an explanation, not looking up from his task at hand. “I bet Kakashi’s bored and she feels bad for him.”

“You really think she pities the Copy Ninja?” Sori questioned, brow raised. Both ninjas shrugged indifferently, returning to their tasks. Sory huffed in frustration, throwing his hands in the air. 

“If you really think they’re dating, then go follow her around,” Tashiro suggested, though he had a sly grin on his face. Ayato elbowed him, giving him a pointed and knowing look: he was trying to instigate. He was always trying to instigate. 

And Sori always fell for it. 

“That’s a genius idea, Tashi!” He exclaimed excitedly, pointing at his teammate. “We can practice our reconnaissance skills –sensei is always complaining about how bad we are at being stealthy. She can’t be mad if we’re practicing.”

“Sori, that’s a terrible idea,” Ayato argued, shaking her head. “She’ll be mad because we’re prying into her personal life –and have you met Kakashi-sensei? He’s like the epitome of private! We don’t even know what he looks like!”

“Do you think she’s seen his face?” Tashiro inquired, and Ayato glared at him.

“Stop it, Tashi.”

“It’s a fair question, I think,” Tashiro countered, finally looking up at them. “I’m in.”

“C’mon, Ayato! It’ll be fun. And you know you’re curious.”

Their conversation continued in the secluded corner of the training grounds, hidden from the prying eyes and ears of the village. The trio of young ninjas had developed a close bond during their time as Kakashi's students, and now, with their beloved sensei's behavior piquing their curiosity, they couldn't resist the urge to investigate further. Sori's excitement was palpable, and Tashiro's mischievous grin only grew wider. 

Ayato sighed in resignation, realizing that there was no stopping their impulsive plan now. With a resigned shake of her head, she agreed, "Fine, but we need a plan. And if we get caught, you better have a good excuse."

Tashiro eagerly leaned in, taking charge of the planning. "We'll split up, each of us tailing one of them separately. We won't get too close, just enough to observe. If anything seems...intimate, we back off. Agreed?"

Sori and Ayato nodded reluctantly, recognizing the importance of discretion in this mission. The prospect of seeing Kakashi-sensei's face was an added incentive, but the risk of being caught and reprimanded by their sensei was enough to be worried. She was scary when she was mad; more so when she was mad at them.

The next day, they put their plan into action, keeping a careful eye on their two teachers. Sori followed Kakashi as he made his way through the village, feeling the weight of responsibility mixed with the thrill of espionage. Ayato and Tashiro took positions to follow her, discreetly observing her without attracting attention. It was their day off from training; she had told the three to take a break and relax before they were sent on their next mission. It was a shame she had no idea they were on their own mission.

The hours passed, and the trio's stealth skills were put to the test as they moved silently through the village. When they met up –when Kakashi and her ended up at a dumpling stand to eat –the three hid out together to share their observations. Despite the secrecy of their mission, the observation turned into a strange mixture of suspense and amusement, especially as they realized the lengths Kakashi went to in order to maintain his indifferent image. He wore his mask even during their private moments, leaving the true nature of his expressions a mystery. It was hard to determine just what the two jonin were talking about, or how he was looking at her with the mask on. It was clear she was giving him looks, but the team had definitely picked up on her crush on Kakashi long ago. 

As the day unfolded, their curiosity only deepened. They watched as Kakashi and their sensei laughed together, shared meals, and engaged in quiet conversations. It was evident that there was a strong connection between the two, but they always seemed that way. There wasn’t really that big of a change between the two. They ate together, they talked together. She touched him a little more than they remembered, but none of them thought that was anything important. He wasn’t touching her back, so it could be that she was still crushing on the Copy Ninja.

Now they just needed to know if Kakashi had returned those feelings.

“What the hell are you three up to?”

The team suddenly turned around, seeing Lady Tsunade standing with her hands on her hips. Sakura and Shizune were trailing behind her, both carrying stacks of books and paperwork. The three genin panicked, all stammering and trying to come up with an excuse as to why they were spying on their sensei.

Luckily, Sakura saved them. “They’re definitely dating. Kakashi-sensei gets so flustered when he’s around her.”

But Shizune shook her head. “I think you guys are projecting; both of them have lost a lot. Just because they spend time together doesn’t mean they’re dating.”

Tsunade snorted, however. “Please. Look at them.”

The five shinobi turned their attention back to the two jonin who sat on a bench next to each other, enjoying their meal. If the two had noticed they were being spied on, they didn’t make any indication of it. To the untrained eye, nothing they were doing was any different than how they usually were. Kakashi had finished his meal disturbingly quick, hiding behind his mask again. She was half turned, leg crossed under her, as she looked up at him. They weren’t sitting particularly close to one another, nor were they really touching. Kakashi seemed a little tense, but he usually did lately.

“I…am not seeing what you’re seeing, Lady Tsunade,” Sori admitted, squinting his eyes at the two.

“Just you wait,” she ordered, narrowing her eyes with a smirk on her face. Shizune rolled her eyes; the hokage obviously knew more than she was letting on. 

The team continued to watch, their curiosity piqued by Lady Tsunade's confidence. As they observed, Kakashi reached into his pocket and pulled out a woven bracelet –nothing terribly exciting, really, to anyone watching. But as she held up her wrist for him to place it on her, he had a small, subtle smile behind his mask, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that only appeared when he was genuinely pleased. She accepted with a soft grin, her eyes lighting up with gratitude. It was a simple exchange, but the genuine warmth between them was undeniable.

Tsunade raised an eyebrow triumphantly, grinning as she crossed her arms over her chest. "See? You pay attention to the little things," she said, her voice low as if she were sharing a secret. "The little things speak volumes. It's in the way he looks at her, even with that stupid mask on. And it’s the way she lights up when she’s looking at him. That is how you know.”

Ayato and Sakura both looked enamored by the whole thing, blushing excitedly at how sweet Kakashi seemed to be towards her. Shizune was rolling her eyes with a knowing grin, pushing Tsunade and Sakura back towards the hokage’s tower. Sori whooped with excitement, yelling about how he knew it! They were dating! Tashiro just shrugged indifferently, though he was grinning too.

Sori’s exclamation, however, drew the attention of the two jonin. Sakura’s eyes widened before she spun on her heel and took off with Shizune and Tsunade, not wanting to get into trouble. Ayato hit Sori in horror, turning to run off as well but their sensei appeared before them, hands on her hips.

“And what do you think you three are doing?” She demanded, brow raised. 

Kakashi sauntered over with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a book. “I think they were spying on us.”

“You two are dating!” Sori accused, pointing between the two, trying to steer the trouble away from his team. 

She and Kakashi exchanged appraising looks. Then Kakashi shrugged.

“I didn’t think it was a secret,” he explained simply, returning his attention to his book.

“Did you guys think he just hung out with us at training because he was bored?”

Team 12 stammered again, and Sori blanched as he considered his answer. 

“At least you practiced being quiet today,” she hummed, turning on her heel to walk away now. Kakashi started after her. “Next time, don’t scream about it.”

*****

“Sorry about them,” she sighed when they returned to her apartment.

Kakashi shrugged halfheartedly, slipping his sandals off at the door. “It was bound to happen eventually.”

“It’s definitely your fault,” she teased as she fell back onto her couch and closed her eyes. 

He raised a brow, looking down at her with a narrowed eye, sitting on the floor by her head. “And how is it my fault?”

“You decided to be cute and give me a gift in public,” she reminded him, bringing her wrist to her chest to touch the bracelet. 

Kakashi took her hand, holding it up to his to look over the bracelet he had given her. “I’m glad you like it. Tsunade helped pick it out; I’m not great at gifts.”

“It’s not your fault then, it’s hers!”

[bluebirdsboi]

My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia Masterlist | Last Updated: 6/12/23

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[novasdarling]

Tree Decorating

Winter Holiday Event

Summary: Tashiro grabs a Christmas tree. Running home to his love, he just can't wait to decorate it with them.

TW: Slight Mention of Yandere Behaviour, Female Reader.

It was unbelievable how lucky he was to find a real Christmas tree big enough. Tashiro was a big man and he didn’t want to look so much larger than the tree. It would look silly in his home if he could perfectly see the top. In those movies the two of you watched, their trees took up most of the living room. Towering over everyone. He just wanted something like that, to even have to lift you up to get the star on the top. Sadly, he could only find a tree a few inches taller than him. Though it was probably for the best, it was lucky your guy’s place had such high ceilings. Lucky for him and the tree.

Tashiro made his way home. Excited about the tree. Quickly he made a space for it by the kitchen. Setting up the tree, screwing it into the base and filling it with water. Looking back at what he has done, admiring his work. Excitement filled him, he was just so enthusiastic about you seeing his work. To help him decorate the tree when you got home. He managed to pick some cute decorations up from the shop. This wasn’t your first Christmas together, yet you two had spent the holiday with family rather than with each other. This year was different. You two were to make your own holiday traditions, he was determined. Looking at his watch, realizing you should be home soon. He had let you go to the grocery store alone today.

Running to the kitchen, he decided to make some hot chocolate to help set the mood. To get you in the holiday spirit as you two decorate. As he was finishing up, Tashiro heard the front door open. Your footsteps followed soon after the door closed. He could tell you were making your way to the kitchen, probably heard him rustling around.

“Tashiro, I’m home.” You had made your way into the kitchen next to him. Setting the grocery bags down.

“Hey Peaches, just making some hot cocoa." Holding up the pot to show you as you walked in.

“Umm, the tree is new.” You pointed towards the tree in the living room looking slightly confused.

“Nice huh?”

You two sat in the living room, admiring the tree as you drank the hot cocoa. Once the drink was done he poured some for you. Telling you all about how hard it was to find a tree this size.

“Thought it would be cute to get one for the holiday. You like it?”

Tashiro seemed so proud of the tree. Standing tall as he looked at the tree. Looking over at you every so often to see how you were reacting to it.

“It’s nice. Can't believe you found and got one so big.”

You were laughing at the size of the tree. It was nice to hear you laugh, you were typically too tired for your old humour nowadays. Though your comment made him worry a bit. Perhaps you weren't a Christmas tree person so having one so big was weird.

“It-it needs to be big.”

His cheeks were blushing, worrying that the tree was no good. Tashiro worried that he may have to beg you to help him decorate. But as quickly as those thoughts came, they left when you smiled at him. Telling him it was perfect. Great, that was all he needed to hear as he rushed past you to go to the box of decorations. Grabbing it and showing you all the little decorations he bought. Ornaments and lights. Both of you looked through them, you complimenting him on his choice. Some were plain, a few cheesy overly Christmas designs, and some were decorated with his hero logo.

“Since when did you do Christmas merch.”

“Yeah, merchandising thought it would be a good idea.” Tashiro let out an awkward laugh as you looked at all his holiday merch.

After some teasing at his merch and his choice of ornaments, you two got to work. He let you work on the bottom as he worked on the top. Not that you could reach that high without his help. You tried to colour code your section. Making it match as much as possible. Using mainly the plain ornaments. With a few of the Fat Gum merch. Stepping back, you looked at your work. Admiring how cute it all was. Looking up to see what Tashiro did with his section. You were blinded by all the tinsel and flashy decor he choose. The difference between your section and his was like night and day. Yours was calm and had somewhat of a theme. While he was the opposite. Flashy, bright, cluttered. You couldn’t contain your laugh. Which got your partners attention.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing just how different our tastes are.”

Tashiro took a step back and looked at the difference. Almost like there was a line on the tree separating the differences. He couldn’t help but laugh as well. It was amusing how you two had different tastes in decoration. Even looking around the house was humorous at times. Seeing where your taste came through over his. Then seeing his taste taking over in the next room. You two were like night and day at times, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. After all, he wants this place to feel like home. He needed you to feel welcome, as you were the one who spent all your time here, while he got to leave all the time. Tashiro was a worrier and he always got worried when you left his house. Especially alone, only agreeing to it when he needed to do something. Such as his little plan with the tree.

You two sat on the couch, admiring the tree. Tashiro grabbed you, pulling you closer to his large form. It was always so nice to have you against him like this. To have his arms around you. Tashiro felt so at peace.

“We did such a good job.”

You hummed in agreement as you leaned into him. Letting yourself be consumed by his form. He took a few moments to look over the tree. Until he shot up, basically throwing you off of him.

“Oh, we should take a picture next to it.”

Helping you up, he propped you next to the tree as he ran off through the house to get a camera. Coming back, he began to set up the camera, trying his best to get both of you guys and the tree. Looking through the viewfinder he realized something was missing. The tree needed something, it still looked bare somehow. It took him a few moments until he realized what it was.

“Wait I got a star for the top!” Tashiro went to the box he brought. Digging through the leftover ornaments to find a giant star for the top.

“Tashy, will that even work. The tree is already almost hitting the ceiling.” He didn’t seem to care, moving past you to put the star up. Pausing for a second before his hands were suddenly on you. Lifting you up. You yelped at the sudden movement. He always lifted you or moved you without asking. Always startling you.

“Tashy what are you-”

“Helping you put the star on.”

Lifting you up onto his shoulders. He placed the star in your hand so you could place it on the top. Tashiro thought it was a cute and romantic idea. When for you it was funny as it just reminded you how big he was. Attempting to put the star on. It wasn’t working as the tree left little room at the top. Eventually, you put it on, though in order for it to work the star had to tilt. He put you down laughing at the star now.

“Maybe the tree was too big.”

“You think?”

Laughter was escaping both of your mouths. The poor tree was barely fitting in the room and now it defiantly didn’t fit. These moments were nice when things were happy and normal. When Tashiro wasn’t always worrying over you. These times were nice and you could tell Tashiro thought the same. Looking at each other, both of you smiled. He got back to setting up the camera. Putting the timer on, he ran next to you. Posing so proud next to you and the tree. This Christmas was going to be the best one yet.

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[nakachuchu]

White Day | Tashiro Yusuke

SYNOPSIS: It’s White Day.

READER: female

WORDS: 652

WRITTEN: 02/09/2021

You had given Tashiro chocolates for Valentine's Day. You didn't give them to him out of pity or because you were being nice. You had a crush on him.

You wondered why more girls didn't like him, but you figured it was for the best because there would be no other girls competing against you.

Today was White Day, the day where boys gave chocolates to girls.

You were anxious, worrying about if Tashiro was going to give you chocolates or not. The two of you occasionally talked, but never hung out.

You had a feeling he didn't like you, but a girl could only dream. You tried to force yourself to not care, and by the time your third subject rolled around, you were more focused on your studies and forgot about White Day.

"Manabu, what do I do?" Tashiro cried.

"Pull yourself together," Manabu reprimanded. "Just give her the box!"

"I can't do it!"

"You're not afraid to punch someone, but you're afraid to give a girl a box of chocolates?" Manabu retorted.

"Yes."

"It's our break time, so now is the perfect time to give it to her and ask her out on a date," suggested Manabu.

"What if she says 'no?' " Tashiro questioned.

"What if she says 'yes?' "

Tashiro sighed, shoulders slumping over. "O-Okay."

He trudged over to you, hands gripping the box of chocolates. He stopped in front of your desk where you were reading for homework.

"Y/N?"

You looked up and closed your book immediately, face lighting up. "Tashiro, hi!"

"Hi, Y/N, I—uh—wanted to give you this."

He looked away from you, face red as he extended his hand with the chocolates out to you.

You took the chocolates from his hand. Your cheeks were warm as well and you were sure it was noticeable.

"Thank you," you said. "I'll treasure it."

He glanced back at you and melted at the sight of your smile. You were smiling while fiddling with the ribbon on the box.

"Do you want to go out with me?" he questioned.

Startled, you looked up and the box of chocolates nearly fell from your hands.

"Really?" you asked.

"Only if you want to," he added, nervously scratching at the back of his neck.

"Yes, I'd love to," you answered.

You scribbled down your number onto your homework and ripped off the corner of the paper to give to him.

He took it and the two of you awkwardly stared at each other with goofy smiles on your face.

"I'll—uh—go now," he said, walking off.

You smiled to yourself and looked back down to continue reading, but couldn't stop smiling.

"How'd it go?" Manabu asked as Tashiro approached him.

"She gave me her number," Tashiro whispered in awe.

"That means she likes you," said Manabu.

"I've never had a girl like me before," he muttered.

"Consider yourself lucky."

Tashiro did consider himself lucky. He didn't understand how you didn't have boys fawning over you.

You were beautiful, smart, and kind. It was a miracle itself that you didn't have a boyfriend. When you gave him your number, he swore it was a prank, but your smile was so genuine that he knew you weren't lying.

The two of you couldn't believe how lucky you were. Tashiro went home that day with only you on his mind, while you couldn't stop thinking about him either during dinner with your parents.

Every time your parents tried to talk to you, you wouldn't respond. You were too into your thoughts, imagining scenarios with Tashiro as a boyfriend.

You managed to snap out of it when your dad shook you around, teasing you about how you had a few screws loose. He quickly shut up when your mom teased you about it being a boy.

Your dinner was quite eventful with your dad interrogating you and your mom trying to reign him back in.

[underworldwitxh]

Feeling down, not on my watch

Pairing: Toyomitsu Taishiro | Fatgum/Fem!reader

Rating: T

Warning: depressive thoughts, feelings of worthlessness, angst

Song: Antisocial

A/N: been feeling like im easily ignorable so im writing this as a way to help myself. 

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Y/N tried to stifle the sobs racking out of her chest so she wouldn't wake her husband, Tashiro Toyomitsu or better known by his hero name FatGum. It wasn't successful as she’d have liked as he rolls over to her wrapping his arms around her waist. “Darlin’ what's the matter?” he asked his voice gruff from waking to hear Y/N crying. “Nothing Taishi, just go back to sleep dear. You have to go out on patrol with the boys later.” She tries to reassure him that she’s ok but he can hear the tears in her voice. He lets Y/N go for a moment grabbing his phone of the bedside stand and messages the two men she’s dubbed “his boy’s” seeing as both of them had been interns of his. Amajiki Tamaki and Kirishima Eijirou both answer immediately even though it's still earlier than what any of them would normally be up at. Once both heard that Y/N wasn't feeling well they told Tashiro to stay home with her, that they’d be more than capable of handling the agency for the day. Kirishima, the cheeky little devil that he is, knows of her pentiante for claiming him and amajiki fat’s boy’s so his final message told fat to make sure “Ma” was feeling better soon. Fatgum laughs reading the redhead’s message.

He wraps his arms around her again after he gets everything settled. “Now darlin’ it's ok. My boys are going to watch over the agency for me for today and you and I can have that couples date we've been wantin’. So what do ya want to do darlin’?” he asks nuzzling his head against her neck. Y/N buries her head under his chin. “I'm sorry Tashi,” she mutters quitely. He draws back, tilting his head as he looks down at her forlorn expression. “Sorry? Why’re you sorry darlin’? You haven't done nothing that needs apologizen for.” his arms tighten around Y/N, as he figures out what's bothering her. She was having one of those sad spells that she gets every so often, so he buckles down and becomes even more determined to make today a good day for ya. He loves ya so damn much. He loves that he can pick her up and carry her on his shoulders when he’s in his full fat form and that he can carry her on his back when in his lean fat form. He loves that she loves either form. He loves Y/N. So much so when his darlin’ is feeling down he makes it his mission to make her feel like she’s the most special woman on earth. 

He climbs outta of bed hushing her softly with reassurances that he’s gonna be right back, he just has to go do somethin in the bathroom first. Once he’s in the bathroom he starts drawing a bath for Y/N, he uses her favorite bath bomb and lights some of the candles she insisted on the little shelve above the tub. He goes back to their room and scoops up Y/N into his arms and takes her to the bathroom where he strips her down and sets her gently into the water, after making sure it wouldn't burn her. He slips in behind her and gently starts washing her hair. He rinses the soap out of her hair and then starts to gently rub her scented oil that she always claims makes her think of him, its a french vanilla sugar cookie blend that whenever he smells it just makes his heart pound because he loves that smell on her. 

Slowly Y/N starts relaxing against Taishiro as the large man continues his gentle actions. She tilts her head up and smiles gently at him. Her eyes though are still a bit clouded by the doubts and reservations of  not being enough, of hoodwinking Tashiro into a relationship with her disasterself. She lays her head back against his chest sighing. Tashiro notices this and wraps his arms around her. He wants to do whatever it takes to get his beautiful Y/N smiling again. After some time he gets both himself and Y/N out of the tub and wrapped in some towels and picks Y/N up again taking them back to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom he sets Y/N on the bed and pulls out one of her favorite articles of clothing. One of his old hero sweatshirts. It hung off her like a dress but she loved wearing it because she claimed it still smelled like him. He also grabbed her a t-shirt and shorts to wear under the sweatshirt. For himself he just grabbed a set of his civilian clothes and then the two just cuddled on the couch watching tv.

It was during this time that Tashiro asked Y/N what was bothering her. She sighed again, but eventually explained that she’d been feeling like a burden and because of that while she does love writing and wants to try and make a career out of it, she’s lost the passion she’s had for it right now. Hearing his beautiful darlin’ say she was a burden and that she feels like she “tricked” him into a relationship, it made Tashiro sad. Because here was the most beautiful, important person in his life and there wasn't anything he could do to help her other than giving her the constant reassurance that he loved her and that she was so important to him. Tashiro wraps his arms around her waist pulling her into his side. He leans his head down to her ear “Darlin’ you're the light of mah life and I love you so damn much. You make everyday worth it just by bein by mah side. Without you I don't wanna think of where I'd be. So darlin’ just remember, fer me your always mah number one and i love ya so damned much.” he kisses Y/N gently his large hands framing her face as she cries softly from his admission. “I love you to Tashi. Your my everyday hero. And I love you so much dear.” she whispers back to her hands going up to cradle the pro-hero’s face.

[self-ship-imagines]

You said you know BNHA than do you maybe know fatgum? If so could you maybe do some romantic fluffy headcanons for him? You're also so sweet for doing this (atleast I actually hope you are still doing it if not I'm so sorry! ^^")

Fatgum

-Did someone say Picnic dates?! Cause you'll be having tons of those!!!

-Tashiro Loves bringing you to food festivals or any kind of festival really

-This Hero?? Loves you?? So much??? OTP❣❣❣❣

-Tashiro will always make time for you no matter how busy he is

-CUDDLES!!! ALL THE CUDDLES!!!!!!

-If you are also a Pro-Hero y’all are well known as a great hero duo

-His Interns have called you Mom/Dad accidentally

-Every time he sees you, he gives you bunny kisses

-He gushes about you so much!!!! Its really adorable!!!!!

[certified-boyliker]

Cute Teacher (Chronostasis x M!Reader)

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“I’m doing this for Kai. I’m doing this for Kai. I’m doing this for Kai.”

“Uncle Hari, c’mon!”

“I cannot believe I’m doing this for Kai.”

[earlier...]

“Hari, I need you to take my child to a parent-teacher meeting tonight.”

Kurono turned to his boss, his mask hiding the anger and confusion “You want me to what? Why?”

“Tatsumi’s mom is out, and I have a meeting. I’d ask Nemoto or Setsuno, but they’re both doing something. And Rappa and Mimic would just raise questions.”

Kurono sighed and resigned his position, and left, carrying the young girl.

[present...]

“C’mon, my class is waiting!”

“Ugh, I’m sure the meeting hasn’t started yet.”

When he walked in the classroom, he saw four or five families looking at artworks, desks, and books. Kids were socializing and dragging their parents around, Kurono just prayed that Carrie would just do the former.

“Mister (L/N)!”

He looked up from the child, and saw a pretty man with a kind smile on his face. 

“Ah! Are you Mr. Chisaki?”

“No, I’m Mr. Kurono, Chisaki couldn’t make it today. He had a meeting that sprung up at the last minute and his wife was required to stay late at her jo-”

“He’s my Uncle Hari!”

Kurono was most likely blushing by this point, but it was quickly overtaken by anger when Carrie said that, but the man smiled, and giggled.

“I’m Mister (Y/N) (L/N). I’m her teacher, and I just wanted to say, cause I assume you’ll be telling him, that his daughter is wonderful!”

“I would guess so, her parents are wonderful, so she would be.”

The man giggled and Hari furrowed his brows, but they shot up when he saw your kind face.

“I take you didn’t actually wanna come here?”

“No, it’s not that... it was just so unexpected.”

He smiled again, “It was nice to talk to you, but I see another family walking in, and I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah...”

Kurono watched the man walk away. He was so beautiful. He had lovely hair, and vibrant eyes. He had a smile that lit up the entire world, and he was slowly slipping-

“Uncle Hari, wanna see my drawing?”

Kurono was snapped back to reality, “Huh?! Oh, yeah.”

When they sat down, Hari was once again, spacing out and staring at the teacher. He was so stunning, and he wanted to know him even more. He hadn’t realized the meeting was over, until he felt his sleeve get pulled on by Carrie.��

“C’mon! Oh! Tashiro!”

He saw the girl rush over to her friend and saw the kids meeting up, and he stood up, stretching his back.

“Heh, sorry about the chairs, sir.”

He looked down, and saw you. He blushed and smiled at him.

“It’s fine, just not what I’m used to.”

When all the parents and students were gone, Kurono and you stayed back.

“I noticed you were looking at me, so I made this.”

He handed Hari a slip of paper, and he blushed when he saw the number.

“Uh, I-I’ll call you.”

“Talk to you later, Hari Kurono.”

“You too.”

As he drove the kid back, he looked at the rambling girl.

“He has the fluffiest kitten you’ve ever seen! I can’t wait to see mom and dad back home!”

Hari screeched to a stop at the compound, slowly turning to the girl.

“I thought your mom was working till 1 am tonight and Kai was still in his meeting?”

“Oh... they did tell me to remember that.”

Hari. Couldn’t. Believe it. He just took their child to see their teacher, while they stayed home. He stormed into the compound, walked to the sitting room and glared at the couple who were playing Shogi as he set Carrie down.

“You two!”

“Hello Hari, I assume that Carrie is doing good?”

“She is doing wonderfully, but you two were trying to set us up?!”

“Well, Carrie thought it was good idea, and she wanted to see her teacher be happier than he already was, and she just wanted to see you happy!”

“And now I owe my wife ¥250, cause I assume you got her number.”

“Yes, I did.”

“Told ya, babe.”

“Shut up, angel. But thank you Hari.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Secretly, he was happy that he did meet (Y/N), and he was going to call him.

[nogitsune-the]

In need of a confidence boost

Fatgum x plus size, fem!reader who is uncomfortable in her own body

Tip Jar (food money) 🍸             Masterlist    

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Being a bigger girl you weren’t always the most confident and comfortable and the pain in your body from your quirk wasn’t helping in the slightest. The chafing of your thighs, the heaviness on your cheat, the rolls on your body, all off it made you feel more down on yourself. All the small imperfections were tearing at your mind during the day, yet you were always there for your friends and anyone that needed help, you were a hero after all. You were the one to comfort your boyfriend Taishiro on the rare when he feels insecure about his body, yet you never seemed to manage to boost yourself when you had your doubts. Somehow that’s always harder than helping someone else. 

One day a bystander from a rescue mission you were on made an obnoxiously loud comment about your body and how someone your weight shouldn’t be a pro hero unless they had a quirk like your boyfriend had. 

Normally it wouldn’t affect you, but after the long tiring day you ended up asking your boss to leave early as you weren't feeling well. And that you did you left work and went home to sulk in bed all day. What you didn't know is the fact that your loving boyfriend had planned to surprise you at one of your breaks at work. And when he heard you had left to go home because you weren't feeling well he went to your instead to check on you.

You on the other hand didn't know that he had the day off and wanted some love and kisses from his girlfriend and that he had made lunch to bring you.When the knock on the door was there you just ignored it not wanting to be bothered at the moment. "Y/N I know you're int there I can see your outline on the couch, I made you some lunch" With a heavy sigh you left your warm blanket cocoon to open the door for the tall sweet lump of a man.

 "Hi, Tai I wasn't expecting you today, come in" You had put on the normal warm smile but he could see that it didn't quite reach your eyes. "Hi sweetheart I was gonna surprise you with some good homemade lunch for you at your work, but your boss said you weren't feeling well and went home."

"I'm good Tai just got some pretty mean comments today and they just kinda hit me" you looked up at him with a small smile and tears in your eyes. Immediately you could feel his warm arms wrap around you and pull you into his own plush form. "Y/N, I think your stunning, and hey you are with an 8'2 tall man that's round like a ball. And no one should get comments like that no matter who they are." he leaned down to place a small kiss on your forehead. "Now let's eat our lunch and then we will draw you a nice warm bath where I can tell you all about what I love about you and your body"

Tashiro always knows how to comfort you too, even if you weren't the most open to talk when you needed a comfort boost

[ladysunamireads]

A Fateful Encounter

a fateful encounter by trashrant 1031

while on a day off, detective Miyano decided to have a nice time with his friends to get away from his work, after all, we all do need some form of rest, right?

so out of all times

why now?

(this oneshot is just a testing since I'm not that used to ao3 atm, but the thief x detective au has been in my head for a long time now, ((and yes I am talking about THAT official art of them)) the content of this fic is really out of nowhere, so I'd advise readers not to take this fic too seriously ^^)

Words: 553, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of sasamiya thief x detective au

Fandoms: 佐々木と宮野 | Sasaki to Miyano (Manga), 佐々木と宮野 | Sasaki to Miyano (Anime)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sasaki Shuumei, Miyano Yoshikazu, Makimura Nao, Kuresawa Tasuku, Tashiro Gonzaburou

Relationships: Miyano Yoshikazu/Sasaki Shuumei

Additional Tags: first fic so idk what this is, mentions of other 1st years, sasaki is a part time photographer, Freeform, jealous sasaki, sasamiya is a lot more enemies to lovers in here

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41023221

[mini-ai]

Cheering for them at Nationals

System: Headcanons

File Type(s): .Daichi x reader, .Atsumu x reader, .Hinata x reader

Mini codes: A little thingie I wrote during hiatus I would have posted it ages ago but I was ✨insecure✨                                                                                         

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DAICHI

› He’s probably told you how the team was going to nationals a few times

› And not in a “We’re going to nationals!” No no he was genuinely excited about it

› You went and told him that you were comin about thirty minutes before

› He probably didn’t notice you at first just like he didn’t notice Tashiro and Kurokawa in the stands

› When you cheered for him usually Suga noticed it and decided to tease him later for it

› When Daichi noticed you during a game the game it was probably when he ran over to chase a ball he noticed you from the corner of his eye

› He was fighting a grin on his face while he ran after the ball

› If they got called into a timeout and he noticed you in the crowd he would flash you a smile before returning to the court

› Afterwards he got teased a lot by Suga but he was happy that you came to his games

› Y’all cuddled in the inn after the games

ATSUMU

› He’s mentioned nationals a couple of times actually

› He was pumped and ready for the games, he asked you if you were gonna show up about 2-4 times

› When he heard you cheering his name among the other students he got really happy that you came

› Above all the people shouting his name, he heard your voice the loudest

› He wasn’t even trying to his smile all that well

› Osamu totally made fun of him for it and told him to focus on the match

› You most definitely laughed at the girls when he called them pigs😗

› After most serves if he was able to he would flash you a little smile

›He was pumped that you came to watch him at nationals, for him you showing up to the national game was on a different scale

› When they finished up the match he was one of the first to leave so he could look for you

› He found you in the hallway and he hugged you tight, he thanked you for coming to the national game and kissed your temple

HINATA

› He’s been talkin about nationals for agesss

› He was so excited for them he was always askin you if you would go when he mentioned nationals

› When you showed up to the stadium it was a huge burst of confidence for him

› He noticed you cheering in the stands fairly quickly which caused him to grin a bunch during the game

› You usually came to his games but to him it just felt different at nationals

› Yea he was nervous but he was excited and ready to go

› If he ever felt like he was in over his head during the game or while he was on the sidelines he just took a deep breath a focused on your voice

›After the game he found you and started to blabbering on about the game and the huge stadium they were in

›He asked you if you saw his playes which was followed by Kageyama calling him a dumbass

› He hugged you really tight and said he was happy that you came to his game, he told you about the court and how it was very big and felt different

› He grabbed your hand and went looking for his t-shirt afterwards or to explore around some more

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[pagesfromthevoid]

Glitch | k.h. | 4

Kakashi x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.5

Warnings: Angst

Author's Note: This is long as fuck but I wanted to really capture this moment specifically

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The Funeral of the Third Hokage…

She stood somberly at the funeral of her uncle, flanked by Asuma and Kurenai. Asuma held Kurenai’s hand, and he had attempted to wrap his other arm around his cousin’s shoulders in comfort, but she had shaken him off with a sad smile. Something about the touch made her uncomfortable, and she didn’t want to feel any worse than she already did. Her cousin didn’t question it, used to her distaste for physical touch, and let her be. In front of her stood Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura, alongside Ayato, Sori and Tashiro. Naruto’s shoulders were shaking; trembling as he tried to hold back his tears. She considered reaching out to him, but Iruka beat her to the gesture, and she left the genin be.

The eulogy, delivered by one of the village elders, resonated through the air, speaking of her uncle's bravery, wisdom, and selflessness. Memories of shared laughter and valuable lessons flooded her mind, making her fists tighten at her side, seeking solace in the collective grief that enveloped the village, before they fell limply at her sides in grief. Uncle Hiru had taken her in when her mother and father died, treating her like his own daughter. She didn’t think she’d see the day he was buried –the old man always felt strangely impervious to death.

Kakashi joined the funeral late, taking up the space beside her as the clouds finally shed their own tears. She glanced up at the sky for a moment, letting the rain fall over her cheeks, before she looked up at Kakashi. He was closer than usual, his shoulder brushing against hers. She was almost certain it was accidental; he was just as disinterested in physical touching as she was –if not more. But then, she wasn’t actually certain it was an accident when his fingers brushed hers. Only one hand was in his pocket; the other was at his side, barely centimeters away from hers. It made her stomach flip with butterflies. 

During the final rounds of the exam –before everything had gone to hell –Sakura had asked her why boys insisted on risking their lives in order to achieve their goals. The jonin had asked her to explain what she meant, and Sakura had said that she cared too much about Sasuke to not worry about him getting himself killed for his revenge. She had thought about the answer, considering her the people she cared about the most, before she understood fully what Sakura was feeling.

The feelings Sakura had for Sasuke mirrored the feelings the older woman held for Kakashi. It had been a terrible time to have such a revelation. And before she could properly address it, everything went wrong.

In the following days after Orochimaru’s attack, she had come to terms with her feelings for Kakashi, realizing she cared for him more deeply than she had ever acknowledged. Perhaps it shouldn’t have been surprising; there was always an underlying attraction to him. But to realize, suddenly, that she possibly felt more than friendship towards him…it was hard at first. She had a good excuse, of course, to ignore it. 

As they stood side by side, she had to resist the urge to reach out and take his hand. They were so close, and they were practically touching as it was. It would be no effort at all to simply do it. Just as she mustered up the courage to do so –not so subtly touching his hand and causing his fingers to twitch as if to respond to her motion –Sori turned around and threw his arms around her middle and started to sob. Kakashi stepped away just slightly, glancing at her, but she couldn’t push the kid off. Instead, she sighed and wrapped her arms around him and hugged him close, whispering empty promises that things were okay.

As the ceremony came to an end and people started to disperse, Kakashi began to walk away. Something inside her compelled her to reach out, to bridge the gap between them. With a surge of courage, she snagged the sleeve of his shirt. Kakashi stopped and turned, his visible eye reflecting a mix of concern and confusion. For a moment, she simply held his gaze, wanting to say something –anything. But no words came to her. This wasn’t the time; it wasn’t the place. Instead, she dropped her hand, her eyes searching his face for understanding. There was a silent acknowledgment between them, a shared understanding of the pain they both carried. 

With a heavy heart, she let him go, watching as he walked away. 

“You should have told him,” Asuma said suddenly, appearing at her side. His hand rested on her shoulder, and this time she didn’t shrug it off. 

“Tell him what?” 

“Today isn’t a day to play games, cousin,” he reminded her gently, squeezing her shoulder. “Today reminds us that we don’t always have time.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but snapped it shut. Then she nodded once. Kurenai joined them, taking Asuma’s hand once more, before giving her a soft but sad smile. 

“We worry about him,” Kurenai explained, looking to Asuma for a moment before returning her attention to her. “He’s our friend, and he’s lost so much. But he doesn’t talk to us like he talks to you.”

“He doesn’t really talk to me,” she pointed out, blinking away the raindrops that stuck to her lashes. “Not about anything deeper than training or missions.”

“You spend significantly more time with him than either of us do,” Asuma countered as they walked back towards the village. “Gai says you spend almost as much time with Kakashi as he does.”

She considered her response but couldn’t argue with that observation. They did spend an unusual amount of time together for two people who claim to be too busy to do anything with anyone else. 

The two jonin walked with her for a moment longer before she stopped in front of the Yamanaka flower shop. Then they looked back at her curiously. 

“I…I’m going to go see him, I think.”

Asuma gave her a firm nod, wishing her luck, before she finally turned on her heel and walked the other way. There wasn’t a lot of thought behind her actions; soaked to the bone, still in her funeral attire, she just walked. She even stopped at a take out place and grabbed them dinner —she should have known she had feelings for Kakashi long ago, based on how easily she remembered what he ordered.  

She had passed Kakashi’s apartment building a ways back —one of the jonin complexes that the village set up years back. It was usually guarded by a chunin, not allowing anyone without a code in, but the security post was empty because of the funeral. So she simply walked in and trudged up the stairs, carrying a bag of food and dripping wet. 

When she got to his door, though, she hesitated with her hand in the air to knock. This was a bad idea, right? This was too forward. They just left the Hokage’s funeral. This was inappropriate. But she was there, and it would be cowardly to turn away now. And she could play it off as checking in instead of coming to confess her feelings. Right?

Right.

With a deep breath, she knocked firmly on his door and waited impatiently. Her heart was threatening to burst from her chest the longer he took to answer. Of course he’d be slow to answer the door, just like he was slow to arrive anywhere else. But maybe he wasn’t home. Or maybe he was and he wasn’t willing to entertain guests. Kakashi didn’t seem like the type to have people over and now she was thinking she was intruding and —

The door opened and Kakashi stood in the doorway, mask still hiding his face, but he was dressed down. A sleeveless shirt that was connected to his mask, paired with a simple pair of sweats. His forehead protector was off, leaving both eyes exposed. Though his sharingan eye was shut. 

Suddenly, every single word she had in her head was jumbled and messy. 

He said her name, confused and surprised, and she finally snapped out of it. 

“I brought dinner,” she stated lamely, her voice cracking some as she held up the take out bag. “I…I wanted to check on you.”

“You wanted to…check on me?” He questioned, brow raised. He made no move to let her inside. “You buried your uncle today, and you’re…checking on me?”

She opened her mouth a few times, trying to form some sort of explanation. That was a good point. Why would she check on him? Her uncle died. He should be checking on her. Making sure she was okay. 

“I…,” she paused, biting at her lip for a second. “I wanted to see you. That’s all.”

Kakashi didn’t seem convinced by that admission either, but that was far closer to the truth. He opened the door further, motioning for her to come inside. She stepped through the threshold and toed off her wet shoes, silently scolding herself for not changing clothes. She probably looked like a drowned rat. 

As she hesitated in his entry way, Kakashi reached out and took the bag from her. His fingers brushed against her knuckles gently, and she lost her grip on the food and part of reality. 

“Let me put this in the kitchen,” he offered as he walked away. She talked behind him, taking in the bland surroundings that he lived in. “Then I’ll get you something dry to wear. You’ll catch your death.”

She simply nodded, standing awkwardly in his rather small kitchen, dripping on his tile floors. Kakashi smiled behind his mask and stepped around her, leaving her alone for a moment. His apartment was depressing, she decided. Nothing too personal —no photos on the walls, no decor, drab white walls. It felt like the home of someone who didn’t intend to stay long. 

She realized Kakashi probably didn’t plan to stay there long. It broke her heart, and suddenly she felt the overwhelming tightness in her chest that meant tears. 

“Here,” he announced, holding out a tshirt and sweatpants to her. “They might be a bit big but —are you alright?” His time shifted suddenly, and when she looked up at him, it was through watery eyes. Kakashi dropped the clothes on the counter, crossing the kitchen in two strides to stand in front of her. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t…it’s okay to cry. Today has been hard.”

“I’m not crying over Hiru,” she complained, wiping her eyes with the heel of her palm. “I should be. But I’m not.”

Kakashi’s brow furrowed as he leaned back against his counter, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why are you crying then?”

“Because of you.”

Silence hung between them for a moment, the air turning tense as Kakashi stared her down. She refused to look away, meeting his gaze with teary eyes.

“I don’t think I understand,” he finally admitted, casting his gaze down.

She shook her head, running a hand over her wet hair to push it out of her eyes. “I…I was talking to Sakura, at the chunin exams. Before you and Sasuke showed up,” she started, voice trembling some as she made the decision to finally admit everything. “She asked me why boys seem willing to put their lives at risk in order to get what they want; I didn’t understand until she explained how she felt about Sasuke, and how he seems willing to get himself killed without thinking about how it would impact those around him.

“I didn’t even think about my response,” she continued, crossing her arms over her chest now. She was shaking now, though she wasn’t sure if it was from anxiety or being cold. “I just…I said that I had someone like that in my life; someone that I worried would get himself killed. It didn’t even register that I was talking about you until you showed up with Sasuke.”

Kakashi didn’t say a word, and she didn’t let him even if he wanted to. “And now here I am, standing in your house, only to see how right I am –you don’t live here, Kakashi,” she motioned around them –to the bare walls, the stark white paint, and the lack of personal effects. “You just…exist in this space, and probably think, ‘Yeah, this will be easy to clean out when I die.’ Because you don’t plan on living, and do you know how fucked up that is?

“I didn’t even realize how not normal it is to worry about someone like that until I talked to your student, of all people. And now all I think about is how much I worry about you, all the time, every day, because I care. Asuma and Kurenai pointed out today that you spend more time with me than anyone else and –,”

“I spend quite a bit of time with Gai too,” he finally spoke, voice barely there.

“Not voluntarily!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. “You actively seek me out! And I do the same to you! I go out of my way to find you and I know you do the same! Normal friends don’t do that, Kakashi! Normal friends don’t know that you don’t like mushrooms in your miso soup because you don’t like the texture, and you prefer eggplant over it. I know that though. I know that and I brought you dinner today because we aren’t normal friends. I know that because I think I –,”

“Don’t say it,” he quickly interrupted, standing up straight finally. He stepped closer to her, looking down at her with both eyes open now. The crimson of the Sharingan was almost hypnotic, working even when he wasn’t actively doing so. But he looked almost…alarmed. 

“Don’t say what?”

“Don’t say you love me.”

For a moment, she simply stared up at him, meeting his gaze as she considered what she said next carefully. “I don’t love you, Kakashi. Not like that, at least. Not yet.” His brows furrowed as he stared down at her, and she could see his breath hitch in his throat as she continued to speak. “But I…I think I will if we keep up how we are. Whether it’s as friends or more, I…I don’t think I can help it, Kakashi.”

They stared each other down for a long time, the silence cutting her like a knife the longer it went on. Finally, he sighed and stepped away, picking up the clothing from the counter. 

“Go change,” he ordered gently. “Then…then we’ll talk more.”

She hesitated before taking the clothes from him with a curt nod. Then she padded out of his kitchen and across his living room, which was just as impersonal as the rest of his home. He didn’t have a dining table, which she noted as both a bit sad and strange. And he motioned to the door that was cracked open —his bedroom —and said to change in there. 

Again, the bedroom was just as bare as the rest of his home. His bed was unmade, and there were clothes tossed in the corner which were the only real indicators that he lived there. And it kind of smelled like dogs, which reminded her that Kakashi had dogs —she just wasn’t sure where. As she stripped out of her wet clothes and tossed them to the side, she noticed a picture on his desk —one of the only she'd noticed. Quickly, she slipped into his shirt and sweats, then crossed the room to pick up the photo gingerly.

It was an old photo; a team photo of Team Minato when they had first formed. Kakashi still looked like himself; bored and disinterested in what was happening around them. Obito was grinning like a fool with his goggles, and Rin was smiling brightly between them. Minato was ruffling both the young boys’ hair with a smile that was almost identical to Naruto’s. 

He called her name, causing her to whip around at the sound of his voice. Then she set the photo down and slipped out of his bedroom, shutting the door with a soft click behind her. Kakashi had set up the takeout on the coffee table, where he sat on the floor. She simply stared at him for a moment, appreciating that he hadn’t turned her away when he could have. 

She sat down beside him, swimming in the shirt that he had given her. He pushed her meal toward her. 

“I took the eggplant off yours,” he said, though he didn’t look at her. “I know you don’t like it.”

She stared at her meal, eyes tearing up again as she considered his words carefully. Much like how he wouldn’t properly apologize, she was certain that this was the closest thing to admitting she was right about them she would get. And something about that —the knowledge that she knew him well enough to know that gestures like this meant more than he could actually express —warmed her heart. 

“Thank you,” she murmured, finally looking up at him. 

But, she thought, it wasn’t enough of an answer for her. They both knew that.

Kakashi met her gaze, turning to face her. His eye was closed again, but still piercing as he looked her over slowly. Then he sighed. 

“I can’t…,” Kakashi started, taking a moment to consider what he would say next. “I can’t give you what you deserve.”

She almost scoffed, but stopped herself. “I think I can make that decision myself.”

“You can’t,” he snapped, though it had no real bite to it. Her brow furrowed as she stared at him. “I’m sorry, what I mean –you can’t decide what I can give you. There are things –feelings –that I just can’t give as easily as you think.”

“Then we…we take things at whatever pace you need,” she offered, resting her hands in her lap. Her voice was soft and sincere. 

“You don’t get it.” Kakashi looked away from her, shaking his head. “You know what they call me –you know that the people I love –they end up dead –,”

“Gai isn’t dead,” she interrupted, giving him a pointed look. “Asuma and Kurenai are both very much alive. So is your team. And you know what –just like I love you as my friend, you love me too. And we’ve been friends for years now. I’m not dead; and let me tell you –I have been very hard to kill.” She adjusted some, moving to sit closer to him before reaching out to take his hand carefully. When he didn’t pull away, she sighed in relief. “I don’t know what this is, Kakashi. But I know that it’s more than friendship. And if taking it as slow as you need is what it takes for us to see if it’s what I think it is…I’m willing to try if you are.”

Kakashi watched her closely, his brows knit together as he considered what she was saying to him. She felt scrutinized under his gaze; like he was pulling her apart piece by piece. In the quiet of the moment, her words hung in the air, waiting for something –anything –from him. Kakashi's hand was bare and warm against hers, his calloused fingers a testament to the battles he had fought. His gaze, though intense, softened at her touch, as if her words had chipped away at the walls he had built up for so long. 

Then…he simply nodded. 

He nodded, and squeezed her hand, and she let out a nervous laugh as the tension eased from her entire body. 

“You have to be patient with me,” he quickly amended, looking at their hands for a moment. “I haven’t had many relationships before.”

“Neither have I,” she reassured, smiling at him softly. “I was only half lying to Genma when he asked me out –when I said I didn’t have time to date anyone. I don’t really; but I spend so much time with you…well, that time is already spent with you anyway, so I have plenty.”

Kakashi’s lips curved into a small, genuine smile under his mask at her words, a rare sight that made her heart skip a beat. His eyes, once guarded, now reflected a mixture of emotions — uncertainty, hope, and a touch of amusement. It was a silent acknowledgment of their shared vulnerability, a recognition that they were both stepping into uncharted territory.

“We did skip a few steps,” she pointed out, tugging at his shirt with a sly grin. “I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to wear your clothes if we’re taking it slow.”

“I…think I’m okay with skipping to that step first.” He let out a shaky laugh, nodding some. “I like seeing you in my clothes.”

“That’s good,” she teased, tugging his hand to pull him a little closer. “I’m not giving you this shirt back anyway.”

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