#tomura.....ran.........

[saintshigaraki]

nagas are the most fuckable monster . to me !!!

[zweetdreamzz]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 / 𝐑𝐄𝐐 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃!𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝟒 𝟒/𝟓 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐒 .

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝟐𝐃𝐀𝐘 !

𝐂𝐖’𝐬 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄!𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑 , 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘!𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑 , 𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃!𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀 , 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘!𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐏𝐎𝐕 , 𝐆𝐔𝐍!𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 , 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃!𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 .

𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 !

[ 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐕𝐑 ! ]

(𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈����!𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐱 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘!𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑!𝐏𝐎𝐕 - 𝐑𝐄𝐐 ) 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐐

[ 𝐈 𝐅𝐊𝐈𝐍’ 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 ’𝐂𝐇𝐔 ! 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐮𝐯’𝐜𝐡𝐮 .. ]

( 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃!𝐔𝐏!𝐄𝐗!𝐁𝐅!𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐱 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘!𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐄𝐗!𝐆𝐅!𝐏𝐎𝐕 - 𝐑𝐄𝐐 )

𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐐

[ 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ? .. ]

(𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍!𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐱 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘!𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃!𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐐 )

[ 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐓𝐕 𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 .. ]

(𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏!𝐁𝐑𝐎!𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐱 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘!𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒!𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐑𝐄𝐐 )

[ 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋 . ]

( 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐆𝐘𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂!𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 𝐱 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔’𝐬!𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘!𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄!𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐑𝐄𝐐 )

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 ..

[ 𝐉.𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐂 ; ]

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐋 .

[ 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐐 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 . ]

[sunaluv]

A cute prompt! The moment they realized they want to spend the rest of their lives with you 🥺🥺 (Also hi hello new follower here i love ur works!!!! Hope ur having an awesome day stay safe and stay hydrated 🫶🫶🫶)

i got you

feat: ran, eren, shigaraki(🥹), gojo

RAN

ill be honest, it was probably during an argument.

he was absolutely smitten with you. that was probably why you too rarely fought. also, the two of you were too unbothered to draw out fights long.

so when it hit the 2-day mark and he hadn't seen or heard from you since you stormed out of the house, he became worried.

he had a lot of enemies and you knew that too. his mind kept him up at night if he didn't spend it combing the streets of japan looking for you.

the rest of bonten saw it too. he became more snappy with his colleagues (they had to calm mikey down before they fought fr), he went crazy and fired his secretary for some reason, mans was spiralling out of control.

his brother hated seeing him like this, so he helped look for you, contacting all your friends and family on your whereabouts.

eventually they found you, hiding in your friends' house (she's a real one and told them she didn't know where you were when they asked).

ran was an emotional wreck. over a girlllll.

honestly, rindou was shaking his head, but he knew his brother was in deep.

you talked things out and smoothed it over, and although you were a little pissy with him, you allowed him to hold you in his embrace, whispering gently apologies in between kisses to your hairline.

when you finally fell asleep in his arms, ran didn't want to let you go or sleep. he felt like you might disappear if he takes his eyes off you for a second.

that when it hit him how deeply in love he was with you, and he (along with everyone in the bonten building) realised you really do keep him sane and he can't imagine a life without you.

he promised that, if you stuck around long enough, he'll make sure you stay with him forever <3

EREN

best friends to lovers trope woop woop

okay so he realised this way before you two got together.

so one day, there was a big falling out in your friend group which caused a massive divide.

you, mikasa, sasha, and the eldia boys (reiner, bert) were all on one side. and eren, armin, jean connie and such were on the other side. yall were a big friend group too so the news travelled fast that you divided.

you and eren weren't the causation, but people had to pick sides which meant you were split up.

the divide couldn't have come at a worse time too because you were in that stage where you knew you had feelings for each other and were flirting and dancing around the fact that you wanted to be together.

now you couldn't be seen together by your friends unless you wanted to cause more drama (giving romeo and juliet).

he still had a strong desire to see you, so he often snuck around with you in the evening/night time, and it honestly was kinda romantic, though you wished you could hang out in the day too.

he took you out on 'dates' (referred to as 'friendly outings' bc feelings are complicated) and he drew them out as long as possible because he hated it when it was time to say goodbye. every time you left, he would count down the hours before he could see you again.

absence really does make the heart grow fonder because he had to control himself from gravitating towards you during the day and it hurt the both of you.

it was one random night where he couldn't fall asleep. he was just staring at the ceiling, replaying your whole date in his head and he didn't realise he started smiling a little.

with his head buried in the pillow, he sighed wanting nothing more than to be with you forever.

SHIGARAKI

you were the first and probably the only girl to show interest in him and honestly, the minute you did, he thought yall were locked in for life.

he thought relationships were purely meant to be transactional, so when he finally understood that you just wanted to be there for him because you truly cared and loved for him? he thought he was sick by the way his heart squeezed.

it took him a while to adjust, and you gave him all the time and space he needed because the last thing you wanted was for him to be overwhelmed.

he slowly became more comfortable with you helping him with things, once he learnt he didn't have to do everything solo whilst he was around.

he was changing for the better (not too much tho), he notices how much healthier he looked now that he was getting three proper meals a day, his skin felt hydrated and the desire to itch his skin off drastically lessened.

he felt like it was too good to be true and became paranoid that something bad was gonna happen like the heroes taking you away, or AFO manipulating you, like he did to him.

kurogiri felt proud of his young master for recalling the 'gentlemanly advice' he gave him as he watched the two of you converse on the loveseat in the quiet bar.

his league was empty, the bar was old and not bringing in enough money and he had a whole lot on his plate which was enough to make him hate everything.

but with you around, he could learn to hate things a little less <3

GOJO

manga spoilers

mans busted out the box and was craving your touch instantly!

the last conversation you had before he got sealed was him telling you he'll be back later, pecking your pout away before leaving.

little did you know you wouldn't see gojo for another 19 days.

he didn't have a lot of time before he had to go and fight sukuna, so he wanted to talk to you while his time was still guaranteed.

the reunition was hella emotional, he squeezed you so tight and let your tears soak his shirt.

he pulled your face back to meet his gaze, and you were surprised to see tears welling up in his eyes, but that was the least of your problems. you noticed him trying to get his words out and you were patient as he seemed to be finding the right words to say.

after lots of out of character stuttering, he blurted out "marry me."

you were shocked and he was scared he crossed the line when you went silent for a minute, but you very emotionally said yes on your apartment floor in your baggy sweats and t-shirt belonging to your now-fiancee.

although it was just under 3 weeks he was gone, it felt like an eternity without you, so he vowed that when he got out of the box, he was going to make sure you know he will always come back for you.

[montysoup]

Can't believe that instead of redeeming a couple victims, they instead chose to redeem a child abuser.

[cheeseonatower]

lov sketches

[keisukebajimipatron]

Sanzu Manga

🚨 SPOILER ALERT❗ okay now let's do this

Why i think Sanzu has a good heart and isn't just some crazy drug addict Mikey's dog. Part2

▫️Takeomi always scolded Sanzu for what Senju did and he received the punishments because he was a "good boy".

▪️And then this happens on a time line.

▫️And in another timeline this happens.

▫️And then THIS happened too.

▫️BUT ✋THIS 👇also happened.

So it seems to me that every damn timeline ends up putting sanzu in a not-so-pretty place, he always ends up scarred by something, one way or another he ended up losing his mind.

And while he probably has some kind of mental problem no matter what, in theory, no one is born bad so.....yeah.

But hey, every story has a crazy person and I guess it has to be him (although this story has more than one 👀).

[girlatrocity]

DID U SEE THE NEW CHAPTER LEAKS WITH HIMIKO BC IF NOT I WKNT SAY ANYTHING BUT IF SO WE GOTTA TALK ABOUT IT

I DID.

I won't even lie to you, I had 0 hope she was still alive after 428, but hearing ochako actually say she was dead like three times over still killed me tho!!! 😋

I can't even say anything about it, bc I really don't understand at all why horikoshi would even do this? imo it doesn't fit with ochako's OR himiko's stories at all, and totally takes away from (what I thought was) the meaning of the story :/

I don't wanna be totally negative tho bc I hate that 😭 I thought other parts of the chapter were nice!! like how the whole class was worried about ochako, ochako's crushing grief over himiko, tsuyu n her hugging <3 I thought I had an idea over what the next chapter would be, but after hearing other opinions abt it, I honestly have no clue

I don't think there's any way to fix things at this point, so I just want the conclusion to feel some what satisfying </3

[miraculousninja-345]

morning hand sketches

plus a small shiggy

[moonstonejpg]

lover boy (k. bakugou x reader)

cw: fluff :)

shiggy mention for my shiggy pals teehee

katsuki bakugou never thought that in his lifetime he would experience the kind of love he saw in the cheesy 80s rom-coms that he would sometimes watch with his mom. but then you blew into his life like a tornado, and suddenly he was diving headfirst into a love rivaling anything he’d ever seen on screen.

at first, he tried to shove all his feelings down deep, but it was so hard. you’d laugh and your nose would scrunch up, or you would rest your head on his shoulder, and all thoughts of putting up a wall between you would disappear. he’d smile back at you or tilt his head to rest atop your own, his cheeks warming and heart pounding.

so yeah, he was a goner.

and then you started dating, and katsuki could honestly keel over at any minute and be pleased he was ever in your presence to begin with. however, he was hesitant to let you know how deep his feeling ran, in fear of it freaking you out. And maybe it was silly, but—he barely understood his feelings himself, so how would you be able to look at him the same way if you really knew how deeply in love with you he was?

he's walking into your apartment when he notices your door is slightly cracked, your hushed voice traveling through the opening.

“but I love him, and I know he loves me, I just—I wish he would show me. sometimes I just feel like I love him more than he loves me, and it makes me feel sad.”

and that’s all he needs to hear before he’s turning and quietly walking back out of the door of your apartment. but he’s not running—not really. he’s determined, a destination already in his mind as he jogs around the corner, the chocolate shop in his direct line of sight. he takes a few more steps forward, then stops, his attention snagging on a neon sign hanging above the tiny shop. he makes a split decision, one he feels is right in his heart, and pulls the door to the shop open.

he’s immediately hit with the flowery scent of a candle mixed with antiseptic, and a muted buzzing coming from the back of the shop. a guy with dusty blue hair, gauges, and deep sunken eyes notices him from where he’s lounging behind the front desk, his feet up on the desk. the guy pushes his feet down and leans towards katsuki.

“do you guys take walk-ins?”

the guy smiles and nods before beckoning katsuki to follow him.

+

an hour later, katsuki exits the shop, tomura’s instructions playing on a loop in his mind. he walks back towards your apartment, the adrenaline wearing off a little and the nerves sneaking back in. what if you think it’s too much? what if you hate it? what if—

“oof! kats!” his body slams into another body, but the voice is familiar. he reaches out his hands, placing them on your waist to steady you. he peers down at you, then at the iced coffee now splattered all over his shirt.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I wasn’t watching where I was goin’.” he says, lips curling up into a half amused smile.

you smile back. “It’s all over your shirt! Let’s go back up and you can change.”

and he’s not thinking as he lets you lead him back up the stairs and into your bedroom, thoughts solely focused on you and how adorable you look in your outfit. he certainly isn’t thinking when he strips off his shirt while your back is to him, rifling through your drawers for the t-shirt you stole a few weeks ago.

“found it!” you announce proudly, spinning to face him.

and it only takes you a few seconds before your eyes settle in on a small black outline nestled in the top part of his ribs under his left pec. you’re dropping the shirt and crowding him back against the door, peering closer at the mark.

“kats?” your eyes drift up to his face, startled to see a blush flooding his entire face. you look back at the mark, the tattoo, trying to place what it exactly it was. and it takes a second of staring before tears gather in your eyes.

“d’ya remember that polaroid I have of us? the one where you left a lipstick kiss on the back? tomura, the artist, he did a great job copying the lipstick stain. so now I uh, now I have you with me always.”  

 “katsuki, this is—I don’t even know what to say.”

“do you hate it?”

“no! I just, I’m surprised is all.”

“if I’m bein’ honest…I heard you on the phone earlier, and I know I suck at telling you how I feel most of the time, but maybe this helps?”

“I’m sorry, I should have just talked to you about it first.” you whisper, tears blurring your gaze in shame.

he cups your jaw in his warm palm, steady gaze locked on your own.

“aw peach, don’t cry. you know I can’t stand to see those pretty eyes cry.” he mumbles softly, thumb swiping at the salty liquid trailing down your cheek. leaning in, he presses a few soft kisses to your face, rubbing his thumb across a few stray tears.

"I love you Katsuki, so much."

"I love you too, my beautiful girl."

"sooo...when it's all healed can I get one for you?" you ask, a smile lighting your face.

he peers sideways at you, alarm bells ringing. "…as long as it's not my name."

"what about 'great explosion murder god dynamight'?" you ask, trying to hold back a giggle.

"not a fat chance in hell am I letting you get that."

[kitkat13001]

𝄞 𓍢ִ໋ ✮⋆˙ 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚞𝚜

⤷ tomura shigaraki / tenko shimura x reader

⤷ au where shigaraki grows up normal, emo loser neighbor pining tomu, rambunctious reader, inspired by “me & my dog” and “not strong enough” by boygenius, you can all thank kisa for this

tomura wishes he was as brave as you. 

you always say whatever you’re thinking, no matter what it is or who’s around or whether or not it makes sense. 

you always know what you want, even when you don’t. tomura never knows what he wants, even when he does. 

it’s always been like this, ever since you were kids. you talk, you yell, you joke, and tomura listens. he runs after you when you take off sprinting. he sits you on his bed and puts bandaids over the scrapes on your knees after you’d tripped from running too fast, from pushing another kid over on the playground.

tomura wishes he was more like you. he wishes he’d speak up when other kids made fun of him. he wishes you didn’t have to fight his battles for him. 

he spends a lot of his time wishing things, staring up at his ceiling fan like it’ll magically make these things come true. 

you don’t wish for things. in tomura’s eyes, you reach out and bend reality to your every whim. things work out for you like that, he thinks. you mold the universe with your bare hands and wring every drop of life from it until you get exactly what you want. he admires your tenacity, he really does. he just wishes it would rub off on him. 

you’re sleeping over at his house again. it was raining when school let out, and you had got into another fight again. he’d noticed the way you winced on the way home as the water ran over the raw scrapes on your elbows and knees. so he took a page out of your book and spoke up. 

he feels stupid bringing it up, insisting you stay because of the rain like you don’t live just a few houses down. he’s eternally grateful you don’t bring this fact up and instead shrug and agree to stay the night. 

it’s not the first time, and it’s probably not the last. you follow him in, kick your shoes off at the door and stand dripping in his bedroom’s doorway as he rummages around for spare clothes for you. 

he turns his back while you change, and then you both sit on his bed in silence. there’s been some strange tense energy in the air all day. you’ve been quieter than usual. and tomura’s never been good at filling the silence. 

he’s grateful for a split second when he hears you speak. 

“tomura, do you like me?”

and then it hits him. god, he could just die. 

“how do you do that?” he asks in an embarrassed sputter before he can stop himself. 

“do what?”

“just say things like that!”

you blink at him. “like what?”

“like you don’t think about it a million times before you say it.”

“i don’t?” you tell him, and he wonders how someone can look so beautifully confused. 

tomura buries his burning face in his hands, unable to even look at you. 

your hands are soft when you pull his arms away, soothing away the itch on his skin before it forms. 

“tomura, why didn’t you ever tell me anything?” you ask him quietly, eyes like a campfire in the night boring straight through his own. 

“i can’t…i’m not…” he’s scrambling for purchase on reality now. you’re so close he can feel the warmth coming off your face, smell your faint shampoo and perfume. “i wish i was more like you,” he whispers finally. “i’m not good with words, and i…”

he trails off and you shake your head a little. “tomura, i don’t like you because you’re like or not like me. i like you because you’re you.”

every time he thinks you can’t possibly surprise him more, you do. your hands are warm against his where you’re holding them in your lap. 

he wants to ask you why, how, why, why why? but he doesn’t. he just lets his eyes close when he sees you lean forward a little to kiss him. 

and then, nothing. he opens his eyes after a minute and you’re standing there, barely an inch from his face. your lips almost brush his when you speak. 

“nuh-uh. if you want me to kiss you, say it. tell me you want me.”

“i want you,” his whispers immediately, like a prayer. almost against his will, just because you told him. 

so you smile, huff a little, and lean in to kiss him just like he’d asked. 

maybe he can be brave, tomura thinks. at least, with you by his side. 

icons from pinterest (not mine) and divider by @/cafekitsune — this has me feeling some typa wayyyyyy ugh loser bf shiggy has a VICE GRIPPP on me. anyways this is dedicated to kisa (@/shigarakislaughter) and their very big big brain, thanks for putting me on boygenius 🫶🫶🫶

[satorusvoid]

Anon said: “Dabi and Shigaraki in competition...what a shame I guess they're gonna have to sandwich the reader until they can decide who they prefer 😞😞”

if you saw this once, no you didn’t.

read the other parts here 1 , 2 (can be read as a standalone!)

what started as two egotistical men taking turns to see who makes you cum the hardest, ended with you sandwiched between them as they pounded into your two holes. dabi, who was fucking you from behind, kept on whispering filthy things into your ear as shigaraki attacked your mouth from within using his tongue.

you broke away from his lips, gasping for air as the two men continued their harsh pace. “what’s the matter, sweetheart? can’t handle it when we’re both rough on you?” shigaraki says condescendingly, a small smile evident on his face as he gropes your chest.

you felt pathetic when you couldn’t hold back your tears anymore, the sensations of their cocks too overwhelming and oh so heavenly. “aww is it too much for you, crybaby?” dabi chimes in, giving a particular harsh thrust in your ass when he calls you that nickname.

you instinctively cover your mouth when your sobs get too loud, and that causes them both to grab your wrist, roughly removing it.

tsking at you, “don’t you fucking dare hold back those pretty noises.” shigaraki threatens, drinking in the sweet look on your face as he leans in to lick a tear sliding from your eye, causing dabi to scoff. “disgusting.” he simply says.

“mmmh… fuck, please! i’m so close! please, let me cum!” you whined, moans increasing in volume when you feel shigaraki’s fingers start rubbing your clit. “oh fuck, fuck, fuck!!” you screamed, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

“you don’t gotta set a fire between her legs to make her cum, you fucking amateur.” dabi crudely says, pounding into you harder, causing you to moan out his name. “nghh! dabi!” which is something that clearly didn’t sit well with shigaraki as he speeds up his own thrusts to hit that one spot deep inside you.

“sh-shigaraki! oh god!” you struggled to say his name when he felt this good. they both went back and forth, each of them doing the most to have you scream their name louder than the other and it was becoming too much. “it’s so good! fuck, you’re so good!”

“hmm? which one of us are you talking about, crybaby?” dabi inquired, pinning both your wrists behind your back, and using them as leverage to fuck you deeper. “both! both of you feel so fucking good!” the pleasure was so intense, and you came with a loud cry of their names.

“i’m… cumming! i’m cumming! cu-“ your words died in your throat as dabi turned your face back to him, and kissed you with so much fervor that it sucked the air from your lungs. you managed to wriggle one of your wrists from his firm grip in an attempt to push him away, which made take a fistful of your hair to roughly pull you back against him.

“he’s so mean, tomura! can’t— ngh… take more…” you sniffled, and a chill ran down your spine at the sound of dabi’s laughter from behind you. “i’m mean to you, crybaby? want me to be a softie like shigaraki over here, hm?” the words made tomura glare at him as soon as they came out.

“fuck… where do you want us?” shigaraki whines, your free hand tightly holding his arm. “inside! inside! please, cum inside! want you to fill me up with your cum!” they groaned at your filthy begging, their thrusts getting sloppier by the second.

you shuddered when they simultaneously emptied themselves inside you, their sounds of pleasure filling the room as their cocks remained in your abused holes.

eventually, they pulled out, making yet another competition out of cleaning you up before collapsing next to you, rubbing random shapes on your tummy as you held their unoccupied hands.

“so, which one of us did you prefer?” shigaraki broke the silence that had loomed over you. with a slight groan, you say “am i really expected to choose between you? why can’t i just have you both at the same time?”

dabi gave a gentle slap to your belly before giving tomura a look that made the two men hold you down again. “i fuck her sweet cunt this time.” he says, and you know you’re definitely not gonna make it out alive after this.

[blairxbear]

MHA Characters Getting "The Talk"

Warning: awkwardness ahead. This is pure stupid crack.

Inspired by a JJK version of this on tiktok by @ matt_the_curtin

How do the guys react to recieving 'the talk'

Featuring: Izuku Midoriya, Toshinori Yagi (All Might), Katsuki Bakugo, Best Jeanist, Fumikage Tokoyami, Keigo Takami (Hawks), Tamaki Amajiki, Fatgum, Tomura Shigaraki, Toya Todoroki (Dabi), Hitoshi Shinso, Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead), Shoto Todoroki, Enji Todoroki (Endeavor)

Izuku Midoriya – Getting "The Talk" from Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

Toshinori Yagi sat across from Izuku Midoriya, looking extremely uncomfortable as he clasped his hands together. Sweat dripped down his face as he tried to find the right words.

"Y-Young Midoriya," he coughed. "I… uh… I feel that, as your mentor, it's my duty to, er, educate you on… certain aspects of life."

Izuku blinked. "Oh! Like hero strategy? The importance of recovery time after a big battle?"

"No." Toshinori's face paled. "I-I mean… relationships. Love. And… physical intimacy."

Izuku turned bright red. "OH GOD."

"YES, EXACTLY!" Toshinori shouted, dramatically pointing at him. "GOD HELP US BOTH!"

There was an awkward silence.

Toshinori cleared his throat. "Ahem. So. When two people care for each other very much—"

"PLEASE STOP."

Toshinori held up a shaky finger. "No, no, listen, Young Midoriya. I must do this! It is my responsibility!" He inhaled deeply. "It is much like a United States of Smash—except instead of destroying an enemy, you are—"

"OH MY GOD, PLEASE NO!" Izuku covered his ears, mortified. "DON’T RUIN SMASH ATTACKS FOR ME, SENSEI!"

Toshinori’s gaunt cheeks turned red. "S-sorry."

They sat in silence for a moment.

"...Do you have any questions?" Toshinori finally asked.

Izuku stood up. "I HAVE TO GO STUDY FOR A TEST!"

"But there’s no test!"

"THERE IS NOW!"

And with that, Midoriya ran.

Outcome: All Might is traumatized. Izuku never looks at him the same way again.

Katsuki Bakugo – Getting "The Talk" from Best Jeanist

Best Jeanist sat elegantly in his chair, hands clasped, posture impeccable. Across from him, Katsuki Bakugo slumped aggressively, arms crossed, looking seconds away from combusting.

"Katsuki," Best Jeanist said, his voice smooth. "It is my duty as your mentor to educate you on a matter most delicate."

Bakugo scowled. "If this is about ‘being a proper gentleman,’ I’m out."

Jeanist exhaled through his nose. "No, my unruly pupil. This is about intimacy."

Bakugo's eye twitched.

Jeanist continued. "Love is a fabric that must be woven carefully. Each strand—trust, respect, communication—is vital. And much like a fine pair of denim—"

"NO." Bakugo stood up. "NO DENIM ANALOGIES, YOU WEIRD STRING BEAN!"

Jeanist ignored him. "A strong foundation is crucial, lest one suffer a wardrobe malfunction, if you understand my meaning."

Bakugo’s hands literally sparked.

Jeanist smiled, unfazed. "And of course, protection is important. Just as one would not step into battle without proper armor, one must also ensure—"

"STOP TALKING!" Bakugo turned completely red. "I’M OUT! I’M DONE! I’M NOT LISTENING TO A GUY IN A DENIM TURTLENECK TALK ABOUT CONDOMS!"

And with that, he exploded through the nearest window.

Outcome: Best Jeanist remains unbothered. Bakugo needs therapy.

Fumikage Tokoyami – Getting "The Talk" from Hawks

Hawks leaned back in his chair, casually tossing popcorn into his mouth. "Alright, kid. So. Birds and bees talk. Let’s go."

Fumikage Tokoyami stared at him. "...I already know about birds."

Hawks grinned. "Not like this, you don’t."

Tokoyami sighed. "This is unnecessary. My path is one of solitude and darkness. I have no need for such knowledge."

Hawks waggled his eyebrows. "Yeah? Well, when your Dark Shadow isn’t the only thing rising at night, you might wanna reconsider."

Tokoyami froze.

Dark Shadow: "BRO, WHAT THE HELL?!"

"HAWKS." Tokoyami gripped the edge of the table, visibly trembling. "DO NOT SPEAK OF SUCH MATTERS!"

Hawks chuckled. "Relax, Bird Boy. I got your back." He tossed a condom at him. "Use that if you ever wanna fly south for the winter, yeah?"

Tokoyami practically flew out of the room.

Outcome: Tokoyami becomes celibate. Dark Shadow is scarred for life.

Tamaki Amajiki – Getting "The Talk" from Fatgum

Fatgum grinned as he placed a giant plate of takoyaki in front of Tamaki.

"Alright, bud! Let’s talk about the big stuff!"

Tamaki, already nervous, started sweating. "B-big… s-stuff?"

"Yup!" Fatgum nodded. "The ol' horizontal tango! The whoopee cushion shuffle! The bibbity boppity boink!"

Tamaki looked like he wanted to disintegrate.

Fatgum laughed. "Aww, c’mon, kiddo! Ain’t nothing to be scared of! Everybody’s gotta learn how to get down to business eventually!"

Tamaki: "I don’t."

Fatgum patted his shoulder. "Ah, it ain’t so bad! You just gotta be confident, communicate with your partner, and—"

Tamaki teleported out of his chair.

Outcome: Fatgum laughs it off. Tamaki moves to another city.

Tomura Shigaraki – Getting "The Talk" from Dabi

Dabi leaned against the wall, arms crossed, smirking.

"So, you and relationships. That’s a funny thought."

Shigaraki scowled. "Tch. Whatever. I don’t care."

Dabi chuckled. "Alright, well, let’s say you do care. You meet someone, they actually like you—miracle, by the way—so what then?"

Shigaraki crossed his arms. "Then I’d… tell them they’re mine?"

Dabi sighed. "Alright, well, if you don’t wanna accidentally dust your date mid-kiss, you should probably learn some control, champ."

Shigaraki looked away. "...Tch. Whatever. I have control."

"Yeah? What about when your emotions get wild?" Dabi grinned. "Or if they kiss your neck?"

Shigaraki turned bright red. "SHUT UP."

Outcome: Shigaraki refuses to speak to Dabi for a week.

Hitoshi Shinso – Getting "The Talk" from Aizawa

Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temples. "Okay, Shinso. We need to talk."

Shinso sipped his coffee. "About what?"

Aizawa: "...Sex."

Shinso immediately choked.

Aizawa sighed again. "Look, it’s nothing complicated. Just be respectful, communicate, use protection, and for the love of god, don’t use your Quirk in bed."

Shinso: "WHY WOULD I—WHAT—NO! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN THINK THAT?!"

Aizawa shrugged. "I don’t know. Gotta cover all the bases."

Shinso buried his face in his hands. "I hate it here."

Outcome: Aizawa doesn’t care. Shinso wants to disappear.

Shoto Todoroki – Getting "The Talk" from Endeavor

Endeavor sat across from Shoto, arms crossed, his face burning slightly brighter than usual.

"Shoto. We need to talk."

Shoto blinked. "About?"

"...Procreation."

Shoto immediately stood up. "I’m leaving."

Endeavor grabbed his wrist. "SIT."

Outcome: Shoto literally escapes through a window.

Ko-fi / Masterlist

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[kingtomura]

Lessons

TW: dark content!!, yandere!shigaraki tomura x female reader, noncon/dubcon, implied kidnapping, degradation, humiliation, begging, anal fingering, piv, tomura is mean, mdni. wc: 2k Synopsis: Tomura thinks it’s time you learned an important lesson.

"I got something for you today."

Here he goes again, you think as you watch Shigaraki place a white plastic bag onto his desk. It’s hard to fight the roll of your eyes, but you do. He’s been in a mood lately and you don’t want to push your luck more than you have. 

It’s become routine, you and him. 

He gets too close, you tell him off. It surprises you that he actually listens and instills some kind of confidence in yourself — in your words. Maybe you have more power over the situation than you thought. 

The rustle of the bag catches your attention and you watch as he pulls out a few things. An energy drink, a small box of what looks like bandages and a small bottle of clear liquid. 

Your brows raise, interest piqued and you sit up a little straighter to see better. 

“What do you—?”

He holds the bottle up and your face scrunches in confusion. His smile is one that sends chills up your spine and you have to will yourself to stop being antsy. 

“Lube. It’s for you!” He says like it’s a birthday gift you’ve waited all year for. “You’ve been so… mouthy lately, I’ve decided to give you something to mouth off about. Won’t that be fun?” 

The question is rhetorical and you no longer fight your antsy movements. Rushing to your feet and taking a pointed step away from Shigaraki, your eyes narrow, “what are you talking about?” You’ve never had to use lube. He’s just taken what he’s wanted and your body adjusts every time — as much as you hated it. 

He places the lube back onto the desk and grabs his energy drink, cracking the can open and taking a sip of the sugary sweet soda. He was calm, patient — eerily so. 

After he’s had his fill of the drink, Shigaraki looks to you and nods his head in the direction of the bed. “Get on it.”

Your heart felt like it would pound out of your chest as you held your hands up to the man before you. “Wait, Tomura, we can—!”

“Oh?” He cuts you off, voice lifted and mockingly playful, “I’m Tomura now? But you were so comfortable calling me shigaraki.” 

He places his drink can back on the desk and fully turns toward you. “I didn’t stutter. Get on the fucking bed.” 

You knew his patience was wearing thin, but you still had to try. Taking a shaky breath, you get onto the bed, sitting down on the edge of it. 

“On your hands and knees.” 

Your blood ran cold, and you tried once more, searching your brain for any sweet words that could placate him. Desperate to find something, anything he would like to hear from you, “please—“

He’s in front of you before you can blink, large hand grabbing your face and pressing your cheeks together, “I’m done playing these games with you,” you can smell the sugar from the drink on his breath as your breathing picks up, pricks of panic lacing your body.

Shigaraki crashed his lips into yours, wasting no time slipping his tongue into your wet mouth. The taste of sweet energy drink was nauseating but you kissed back in fear of what he would do if he didn’t. You’ve exhausted all options and you knew, deep down that anything more would only make things worse. 

He pulls away, a trail of saliva following as he meets your eyes — and god, his smile. He’s giddy like a kid on Christmas and you regret every act of defiance you’ve made against him these past few weeks. 

“Cute.” Was the only word he gave before you were being manhandled onto your stomach, face in the pillows and ass in the air. 

“You know,” he muses, pressing his clothed erection to your panties, “I’m starting to think you want this. You want to see me angry so I can put you in your place.” 

He backs away to pull your underwear down in one swift movement, making you reach back to attempt to cover yourself. This only irritates him more as he grabs your wrist and pins your arm behind your back. The angle is as painful as it is uncomfortable. 

You hear him shuffling around behind you, no doubt one free hand of his own making things more difficult — and you take small pleasure in that. It’s short lived though as he seems to find what he’s looking for and you brace yourself for the inevitable. 

There’s the pop of a cap and then smooth cold liquid dripping down your backside and over your hole that makes you shiver. You feel frozen as the liquid trails lower and lower until it’s past the heat of your cunt. 

All it takes is the press of a finger to get you putting up a fight once more. there was no way he was really doing this. He’s never tried this. 

“I shouldn’t even prep you, honestly,” he mutters and you wince as one of his digits slowly push past the ring of muscle. “You’ve been so defiant. You really need to learn some manners.” 

The tears streaming from your eyes are making the pillow below you damp and cold, but you can only sniff in response. “Tomura, please—“

“Please what?” He sinks the finger deeper and you can’t hold back your yelp of pain. 

You shake your head as much as you can, “please stop! It hurts..” 

He pulls out suddenly and you think he’s actually going to listen — that he’s actually done torturing you until-

A hand swings down and slaps your ass, making you cry out. He imitates a buzzer sound before gripping the fat of your bottom, “wrong answer!” 

You thrash more as panic wells up inside when you feel the prodding of two fingers instead of one against your hole. “You know, this is supposed to be your punishment,” both won’t fit and he resorts to only letting one finger penetrate, his other hand massaging the cheek of your behind. “But I’m afraid you may like this too much.”

He is delusional. Shigaraki is the one that’s having the time of his life watching you suffer and writhe. You try to pull forward and away but the hand that was massaging your ass is now grabbing your hip and holding you in place. Your cry is loud as you feel the pressure of another finger join the first and shigaraki wastes no time pumping the digits in and out of your hole. 

You think your crying and begging falls on deaf ears — forcing you to accept the inevitable and you find yourself wishing you were anywhere else but here. You could be dropped off in the middle of the Sahara Desert during a summer heatwave and it would still be miles better than this hellhole. 

Just when you’re about to surrender to your fate and stop fighting it, shigaraki speaks again, “Since I’m so kind and understanding, I’ll give you a choice.” it’s like he sensed you were on the verge of checking out. That would just be too easy. “Which hole do you want me in? Hm? Tell me.” 

He’s gripping your hip tighter and you know there will be bruises formed but your mind could  only focus on this awful option. 

You don’t want him in either. The idea of having to tell him which way to violate you only made you nauseous. But you knew that you had to make a choice because it was always worse when he made one for you. 

“M-my..” you feel sick, swallowing your shame and squeezing your eyes shut as you continue, “I want you in my.. pussy.” 

You could practically hear the smile in Shigaraki's voice, “yeah? Beg for it.” 

He wanted to humiliate you, this was the real punishment. To build you up, give you a false sense of security only to break you down even more. He was sick. 

But you were sicker because you did exactly as you were told. 

“Tomura, please. Please fuck me.” You turned your head, as if you could hide your shame into the pillow below you, “I need you.” 

“Atta girl.” He praises, pulling his fingers out and you sigh in relief, nerves calming and shoulders relaxing. You almost melt into the sheets until you feel the pressure of shigaraki’s erection against your cunt. The lube is there and making things wetter than usual but the squeeze will still be uncomfortable. 

You look back, worry lacing your features, “wait, Tomura—“ but you don’t have a chance to finish, he pushes into you, girth stretching you and making your toes curl in an odd combination of pleasure and discomfort. 

Shigaraki lets out a sigh of relief, rocking his hips at a steady pace before leaning over you. “Fuck, that’s good.” The hand gripping your hip moves to cup your breast, tweaking the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger. 

This was familiar, this was easy. It was not uncharted territory and it was something you could convince yourself was okay. Normal, even.

“Mine, mine, you’re all mine” he babbles into your ear and you don’t turn away, terrified he’ll go back on his words if you do. 

His pace is picking up and you find yourself getting lost in the motions. His body rocking against yours as he changes the angle and oh—

He hits the spot inside and you can’t stop yourself from moaning out. It’s sensitive and it makes your back arch with every deep stroke. 

“Fuckin’ slut, I knew you’d like this.” He mutters, circling his thumb around your unoccupied hole, the lube making it slide with ease, before pressing into the tightness. The pain is dull and the pressure of being filled so much almost sends you over, dragging a whine from the back of your throat. 

The bed shakes from the force of Shigaraki’s thrusts and you feel heat pool in your lower abdomen. You were so close and you hated it. Hated him. But when you felt his warm hand move from your breast, down your stomach until it was splayed out over your cunt — pinkie finger lifted and middle finger brushing your clit with every thrust. 

You were beginning to feel dizzy with pleasure and your head fell onto the pillow, hands gripping the sheets below to anchor yourself as you got lost in the feelings. It was overwhelming and you couldn’t bite back your cries and Shigaraki’s thrusts became erratic, he was close too. 

All it took was one more thrust to sweep you over the edge, eyes rolling back as your thighs shook — orgasm claiming you.

“Oh, fuck.” Shigaraki breathed, stilling as his own waves of pleasure overcame him. You barely registered the pulse of his cock as he came deep inside of you. 

You both try to catch your breath, time seeming to still as you panted. Shigaraki was the first to move, you felt him pull out and pause — no doubt watching his cum drip from your cunt — before taking his place next to you on the bed. 

The quiet of the room is deafening and your eyelids feel heavy. You’re as still as a mouse, not wanting to stir and risk him starting up again, but his eyes are already closed. You almost think he’s asleep before he speaks again. 

“Next time,” he starts, stretching before sitting up, “I won’t be so kind. So you should clean up your nasty attitude.”

You nod, dread weighing down your efforts. There wouldn’t be a next time, if you could help it. Regrettably, you tremble at the thought as you realize this is the exact lesson he was trying to teach you.

[arthurbristow]

Keep it close - Shigaraki x Reader

"Keep close," Shigaraki muttered, his crimson eyes scanning the bustling market around them. "I don't want to lose you in this crowd." His white hair fell messily over his face.

It was an unexpected outing, to say the least. The League of Villains rarely ventured out in daylight, especially to something as mundane as a game market. The two of you had left the hideout that afternoon, Shigaraki’s rare urge to indulge in some new video games coinciding with the League’s need for supplies. Dabi had been particularly insistent, his grumbling about running out of cigarettes becoming unbearable. So, with a list of groceries in hand, you accompanied Shigaraki to the market.

“Look at them, scrambling around for their mundane little pleasures,” he continued, hands twitching slightly as he spoke. “Pathetic.”

Navigating through the crowded streets, your eyes couldn’t help but notice the occasional glances and whispers directed your way. Shigaraki’s presence was hard to ignore, even if people didn’t recognize him. And you felt a wave of unease. The noise, the press of bodies, the constant motion—it was overwhelming. Your senses were on high alert, every fiber of your being screaming to find a point of stability. Shigaraki walked ahead, his posture tense but focused, clearly absorbed in his hunt for the perfect game.

The press of bodies around you intensified, and an accidental shove from an overenthusiastic passerby sent you stumbling. Without thinking, your hand shot out, grasping Shigaraki’s. The contact was immediate, grounding. Only a heartbeat later did you realize the full extent of your actions. His hand was bare — no protective gloves. A cold shiver ran down your spine. One wrong move, one slip of control, and you could be reduced to dust. Shigaraki’s Decay quirk was lethal, merciless. 

He stiffened, his head whipping around to look at you. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous, but not entirely devoid of curiosity.

“I…” You swallowed hard, the words catching in your throat. “I just… needed to hold on to something.”

His laugh was a harsh bark, but there was no malice in it. “You’re insane.” Tomura didn’t pull his hand away though, didn’t dissolve you into nothingness. Instead, his grip tightened slightly, with his pinky raised up in the air to protect you from being decayed on the spot.

The two of you moved through the market like that, hand in hand. It felt strangely intimate, a connection that defied the perilous nature of his quirk. The crowd seemed less daunting with him by your side, your anxiety ebbing away with each step.

Shigaraki led you to a stall filled with the latest games. His eyes lit up as he browsed through the titles, a rare smile playing on his lips. It was a side of him you didn’t see often, this almost childlike excitement. You couldn’t help but smile too, caught up in his rare moment of happiness.

“Found it,” he said, holding up a game with a triumphant look. “This is the one.”

“Great,” you replied, your voice steadying. “Now, let’s get those groceries before Dabi sets the hideout on fire.”

Shigaraki chuckled, “Yeah.”

As you moved to the grocery section, the crowd thickened again. Instinctively, you tightened your grip on his hand. This time, he didn’t question it, at all.

You quickly gathered the items on your list, your movements efficient despite the mass of people. Cigarettes for Dabi, snacks for Toga, and various other necessities for the rest of the League. 

Through it all, Shigaraki stayed by your side, keeping his head lowered, reading the information written on the box of his new game, your hand still in his.

Holding Shigaraki's hand was a paradox of sensations. His skin, surprisingly warm, radiated a heat that contrasted sharply with the chilling fear of his lethal touch. The rough texture of his calloused palm told stories of countless battles and hardships. Yet, beneath the coarse exterior, there was a vulnerability — a silent plea for connection. The knowledge that a single slip could mean your end made the experience electrifying, heightening every sense. It was like holding a live wire: dangerous, exhilarating, and oddly comforting all at once. In that grip, there was a fragile trust, a delicate balance between life and decay, and an unspoken promise that for now, in this moment, you were safe.

Eventually, you managed to complete your shopping list. Dabi's cigarettes, snacks and manga for Toga, and even a few items for yourself. Shigaraki, meanwhile, had amassed a small pile of new games, his crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

As you reached the entrance, you reluctantly let go of his hand. 

He glanced at you, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "You apparently liked holding my hand, hmm?" Tomura cooed, his tone softer than you’d ever heard.

"Yeah…" You replied, feeling a warmth spread through your chest and flush claiming your cheeks.

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards. "Just don’t make a habit of grabbing my hand. Next time, I might not be so careful."

[pretty-sparkle-bomb]

In which, a girl tries to flirt with one of the MHA boys. Part 2 Part 1 here Characters included: Shoto Todoroki, Hanta Sero, Dabi (Touya Todoroki), Izuku Midoriya, Tomura Shigaraki. Side Note: The reader is a badass chick 🤤

Check out the reverse (When someone tries to flirt with the reader) here

Shoto Todoroki

You weren’t the jealous type.

You didn’t need to be. Shoto was yours, and he made that painfully obvious—to everyone.

But some people? Some people didn’t know when to give up. Enter Reina Kisaragi—U.A.’s very own queen bee, rich girl, and absolute menace.

She was from Class 1B, and she had everything—money, looks, influence. She was the type of girl who broke the rules and got away with it. Shortest skirt in school? Check. Painted nails, expensive perfume, and a cigarette hidden behind the dorms during lunch? Check, check, check.

And lately?

She had her sights set on your boyfriend.

You didn’t know if it was because he was rich, gorgeous, or just the one guy who ignored her. But whatever the reason, Reina had made it her personal mission to get his attention.

She twirled her hair, ignored dress code violations like they didn’t apply to her, and batted her thick, mascara-coated lashes every time she passed him in the hall.

Too bad for her, Shoto didn’t give a single shit. He barely spared her a glance. But Reina? She wasn’t the type to back down.

And today, in the middle of the crowded cafeteria, she decided to push her luck.

You were sitting beside Shoto, enjoying your lunch, when you heard the distinct click-clack of designer heels approaching. You didn’t even have to look up. You already knew who it was.

"Shoto," Reina purred, sliding up beside him. "You look so bored sitting over here. Why don’t you come eat with me instead?"

The entire cafeteria went silent. You leaned back, watching. You wanted to see how he’d handle this.

Shoto barely blinked. “No.”

Reina pouted. "C’mon, don’t be shy. I don’t bite—unless you want me to.” She smirked, resting a hand on his shoulder.

And that’s when you saw it.

The way her manicured fingers trailed down his uniform sleeve—slow, deliberate, claiming.

Oh, hell no.

Shoto sighed, clearly annoyed. He removed her hand from his arm like it was a piece of trash and turned back to his meal.

Reina, however, wasn’t done.

"You sure, Todoroki?" she cooed, leaning closer. "I mean, I could be so much fun for you."

And then she made her biggest mistake. She reached out—and touched his hair. The moment her fingers brushed through his perfect, dual-colored strands, you were out of your seat.

The cafeteria gasped.

Reina barely had time to react before you grabbed a full cup of ice water from the table and dumped it straight over her head.

The silence was deafening.

Water soaked her hair, her uniform, makeup ran down her cheeks, mascara smearing like a raccoon. Her stupidly short skirt was dripping, clinging to her thighs.

She looked like a wet raccoon.

And you? You just smirked, crossing your arms. “Oh nooo,” you drawled. “I hope your cheap-ass extensions don’t fall out.”

The cafeteria erupted.

Reina, still soaked and humiliated, let out an incoherent shriek. “Y-You BITCH—”

"Language," you scolded, tilting your head mockingly. "You should be grateful, really. I figured someone who smells like cigarette smoke and daddy’s money could use a little bath."

Reina looked like she was about to explode.

And then, to really seal the deal, Shoto finally spoke. He stood up beside you, gaze cold, unimpressed. “Don’t touch me again.”

Reina froze.

And then, without another word, Shoto grabbed your hand, pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles, and led you out of the cafeteria—like nothing happened.

Dabi (Touya Todoroki)

The bar was loud, filled with smoke, alcohol, and the occasional low life looking for trouble.

You were in the center of the room, dancing with Toga, laughing as she twirled you around. The music was booming, your body moving to the rhythm, hips swaying just enough to draw a few lingering stares.

But Dabi? He wasn’t watching them.

He was watching you.

Sitting in a dark booth with Shigaraki, beer bottle in hand, his glowing turquoise eyes never left your form. You could feel his gaze—heavy, possessive, unwavering.

And you loved it. Until someone decided to ruin the moment.

A girl—short dress, high heels, way too much perfume—slid into the seat beside Dabi, pressing her body far too close to his.

You stopped dancing.

Toga followed your gaze, lips twisting into a grin. "Ooooh," she giggled. "Someone's about to die."

You hummed. "Maybe."

The girl leaned in, twirling a strand of her obviously fake hair around her finger. "Hey there," she purred, running her manicured nails down his arm. "You look bored."

Dabi didn't even glance at her. Didn’t move. He just took another sip of his beer, eyes still on you. But the girl? She was persistent. She leaned closer, practically pressing her chest against his arm. "C'mon, you don’t have to sit here all alone—"

That was it. You grabbed a drink from the nearest table—a full glass of whiskey—and marched right over.

Shigaraki, already amused, leaned back. "This should be good."

Dabi finally shifted his gaze to you, watching as you casually approached. The girl barely noticed you.

“Dabi, I was going to-“ you paused, giving her a once over. “Who’s she?” you asked, sipping the shot before placing the glass onto the table, crossing your arms over your chest and raising an eyebrow.

She scoffed, keeping close to him. “Does it matter to you?”

You exhaled slowly, shaking your head. "It matters because he’s my man." You smiled, but it wasn’t friendly. "So, I’ll give you two choices, sweetheart."

You raised your hand.

And in your palm, a flame flickered to life—black, hungry, swirling violently. The heat radiating from it made the air shimmer.

The girl tensed, staring at the fire as it grew.

You leaned in, voice dropping to something dark and dripping with promise. "Choice one: You stand up, walk away, and pretend you never existed. Choice two?" You tilted your head, eyes gleaming. "I see how fast your skin melts before your screams get boring."

She swallowed. The fire in your palm crackled. "Tick-tock."

Dabi grinned, finally entertained. "You should listen to her, barbie," he murmured lazily. "My girl doesn’t make empty threats." The girl scrambled away, nearly tripping over her heels.

Shigaraki snickered. "Pathetic."

You turned to Dabi, flicking your fingers to snuff out the flame. "You good?"

He leaned back, watching you with approval and amusement. "Yeah," he murmured, eyeing you up.  You smirked, sliding into the seat beside him. "I know."

Dabi finally set his beer down, stretching lazily. Then, with a slow smirk, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

His lips brushed your ear.

"You're so fuckin’ hot when you're mad, doll." He tilted your chin up and kissed you—deep, slow, possessive.

“I know.”

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku was too nice for his own good. That was probably why some people thought they had a chance. But they didn’t.

Because he was yours.

The two of you were wandering through a hero merch store, surrounded by shelves of action figures, posters, and memorabilia. Izuku was in his element, eyes practically sparkling as he admired the newest All Might collectibles.

You stood beside him, watching with fond amusement as he excitedly examined a limited-edition figure. "You already have that one," you teased.

"Yeah, but this one has a different paint job!" he defended, holding it up like it was a priceless artifact.

You laughed. "You’re such a nerd." But before he could respond, she appeared.

A girl—long lashes, glossy lips, and a little too confident for her own good—approached.

She eyed Izuku like he was the latest and greatest figurine on sale and she was about to claim the last one.

You immediately picked up on her energy. And just like that, your mood shifted.

"Hey there," she smiled, stepping way too close. Izuku blinked, confused. Oblivious. "Oh, um… hi?”

She giggled, twirling a strand of hair. "You’re Izuku Midoriya, right? U.A.’s top student?"

He scratched the back of his neck, flustered. "I—uh, well, I wouldn’t say I’m the top, but—"

"You're so humble!" She leaned in, smiling way too sweetly. "I was wondering… maybe I could get your number?"

Oh, hell no. You didn’t even let Izuku respond.

Instead, you casually stepped between them, blocking her view.

"Aw, that’s adorable," you cooed, voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You actually thought you had a chance."

The girl stiffened. Izuku, finally catching on, glanced between you two, sweating bullets. "Uh—"

You turned fully to her, grinning. "Listen, sweetheart, let me save you some embarrassment." You gestured toward Izuku. "See this guy? He’s mine."

Her eyes narrowed. "Oh, really?"

You smirked. "Really. And you?" You looked her up and down. "You’re irrelevant."

The girl’s jaw dropped. The entire store went silent. Even the cashier was staring.

Izuku? Izuku looked like he wanted to sink into the floor.

"U-Uh…" he stammered, cheeks burning. "Y-Yeah, I, um… I already have a girlfriend, so—"

You interlocked your fingers with his and brushed your thumb across his scarred knuckles, eyes locked on hers in silent victory. The girl, utterly humiliated, scoffed. "Whatever. I wasn’t even that interested."

Then she turned and stormed out. The moment she was gone, Izuku let out a breath, eyes wide. "You didn’t have to be so—"

You faced him with a sickeningly sweet smile. "So what, Izu?" He gulped. "N-Never mind."

From behind the counter, the cashier whistled. You shrugged. "She asked for it."

Izuku just sighed, knowing better than to argue. And later, when he still bought the overpriced All Might figure, you let it slide. Because honestly? He deserved a little reward.

Hanta Sero

Dating Sero Hanta was never boring.

Whether it was impromptu skateboarding sessions, late-night rooftop hangouts, or movie marathons that turned into wrestling matches on the couch, he always made sure you were having fun.

And tonight? Tonight was supposed to be a chill, drama-free date. Too bad some people didn’t know when to stay in their lane.

You and him were out at a cute little arcade, battling for dominance in a heated air hockey match.

“Come on, babe, is that all you got?” Hanta grinned, his sharp teeth glinting mischievously.

You narrowed your eyes, gripping the striker. “You talk too much.” You slammed the puck straight past his defense.

6-5.

“Ohhh, shit!” you, using a completely different voice, pretended to be a crowd of people. “She’s kicking your ass, bro!”

Hanta gawked. “No way. That was—That was luck.”

You smirked. “Rematch?”

Before he could answer, a voice interrupted. “Wow, you’re really good at that.”

A girl—long legs, tight crop top, too much makeup—leaned against the side of the table, looking directly at Sero.

You already didn’t like her. “Oh, uh, thanks?” Hanta replied, confused.

She giggled, twirling a strand of hair. “You must have some really strong arms with all that tape quirk stuff you do.” She batted her lashes. “Mind if I feel?”

You raised a brow. Excuse you?

Hanta, bless his oblivious heart, just laughed awkwardly. “Uh, I think my girlfriend would mind.” She pouted. “Oh, c’mon. It’s just a touch.”

Your eye twitched. Hanta noticed, quickly stepping back. “Yeah, nah, I’m good.” But she didn’t back off.

Instead, she grabbed his wrist—actually grabbed him—and giggled. “You’re cute. You sure you don’t wanna—”

You didn’t let her finish. Without a second thought, you reached for Sero’s elbow, gave him a look and took out a set of tape—

—and wrapped her hand straight to the table.

Silence.

She stared at her taped-down wrist, blinking. “W-What the hell?!”

You smiled sweetly. “Oh, my bad! Reflex.”

Hanta just grinned, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, she’s kinda territorial.”

You tilted your head. “It’s not ‘territorial’ if you’re touching something that isn’t yours.”

The girl yanked at the tape, struggling. “Get this off me!”

He hummed, looking at his elbow. “Damn. That’s the extra-strength one, too.” Hanta turned back to you, grinning. “You wanna help her out, babe?”

You crossed your arms, tapping your chin. “Hmm… I dunno. I kinda like her like this.” The girl glared.

Hanta just laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “Gosh, I love you.”

Meanwhile, the girl? She struggled for another five minutes before an employee had to cut her loose. And by then?

You and Hanta were long gone, laughing your asses off.

Tomura Shigaraki

Shigaraki wasn’t friendly.

He wasn’t patient, he wasn’t kind, and he sure as hell wasn’t interested in making new recruits feel welcome.

The hideout was buzzing with new blood—fresh recruits eager to prove themselves. Shigaraki was bored. He sat on the couch, legs spread, hoodie slung low over his face, fingers tapping idly against his beer bottle. One tap, two taps—never five.

You were beside him, legs draped over his lap, flipping through a magazine.

It was a quiet night. Until she ruined it. Her name was Aya. Tall, slim but cocky as hell. And, unfortunately, stupid.

You noticed her immediately.

The way she strutted across the room, eyes locked onto your man like he was some prize to be won. You almost felt bad for her.

Almost.

Aya leaned over the back of the couch, pressing in way too close, her fake-sweet perfume choking the air.

"Hey, boss," she grinned mischeviously. "You look tense. Need me to help you relax?"

You didn’t even look up. Shigaraki barely acknowledged her, bored as hell. "I’d rather let my skin decay."

Toga snorted from across the room.

Aya giggled, undeterred. "Oh, come on. Don’t be like that." She reached out to grab his hand.

Wrong move.

You snatched her wrist midair, hard. The room went silent. Aya blinked, looking down at your grip, then back up at you. "Excuse me?"

You finally looked at her, deadpan. "You are."

She frowned. "Jealous much?"

You laughed. "Of what? Poor judgment?" You tilted your head, grip tightening. "You must be new if you think touching him is a good idea."

Aya scoffed, yanking her wrist back. "What, you think you scare me?"

You smiled sweetly. "Oh, honey, I don’t think. I know."

She rolled her eyes. "What are you gonna do? Fight me?"

You snorted, leaning back into Shigaraki’s side. "I’d fight you, but it’d be too easy."

Aya clenched her jaw, pissed. "Bitch—"

"Oh, shhh," you cooed, pressing a finger to her lips mockingly. "You’re embarrassing yourself, and I hate secondhand embarrassment."

Aya slapped your hand away, face burning red. Shigaraki finally turned his head, red eyes sharp with amusement. "You done?"

Aya opened her mouth, but the way he stared through her like she was dust waiting to happen shut her up real fast.

Dabi, watching from the bar, grinned. "Damn. This is better than TV."

Aya’s face twisted in rage, but she wasn’t stupid enough to push further.

She turned and stormed off.

You watched her go, then sighed. "Gosh, that was exhausting. I need a drink."

Shigaraki chuckled, finally relaxing back against the couch. His hand slid up your thigh, fingers lazy but possessive.

"Good girl," he murmured, voice dark with approval.

You smirked, letting your head fall against his shoulder. Victory tasted sweet.

They're a bit out of character, I know... but I'm slowly getting back into the gist of writing, so I'll get better.

[scary-grace]

blind date (part ii) - shigaraki x reader

After endless failed attempts to help Tomura up his game, his friends have settled on their last resort: A blind date. Even before you show up, it's not going well. No quirks AU, female reader.

Part 1

Part 2

“No.”

“Yes,” you say. You look sort of embarrassed. “Eight times.”

“No way.” Tomura studies you across the table. His eyes feel blurry with exhaustion and alcohol, but he’d prop his eyelids open with toothpicks before he’d let you think he was falling asleep. “I don’t buy it. Two, maybe. Not eight.”

“Why would I lie about this?” You take a sip of a drink. It might be yours, or it might be Tomura’s. There are so many mostly-empty glasses on the table between the two of you that Tomura’s forgotten which ones he ordered. “If anything, I’d lie the other way. Being stood up for eight first dates isn’t exactly a good sign.”

Tomura finds another drink, finishes it, and gives his verdict. “It’s a sign you met eight stupid guys.”

“I don’t think that’s it,” you say. “If it was one person, or two – but eight? At that point it’s more likely that I’m the problem.”

Tomura doesn’t think so. Tomura’s been talking to you for a while. Probably hours. He lost track of time at some point, probably around when he lost track of which drinks were his and which were yours, and there’s nothing about you that looks like a problem to him. Except the fact that nobody else is dating you, and that looks more like a crazy stroke of luck for Tomura than anything else.

Tomura might not be good at this shit, but he’s not naïve. He keeps checking in with himself, trying to make sure his interest in you isn’t just because you’re a woman who’s talked to him for longer than five minutes without looking at your phone. He hasn’t seen you take your phone out except once, and that was to put it on silent. Which was – hot isn’t right, but Tomura doesn’t really have a better word, except nice, which isn’t right, either. It’s not just because you’re a woman who talked to him or held his hand or ran to meet him even though you were late. He likes a lot of other things about you, too.

He likes that you showed up looking the way you actually look most of the time, instead of dressing up like Magne told you to. He likes that you don’t try to pretend to be something you’re not. When Tomura started talking about video games, you didn’t act like you knew something about them – just like he didn’t pretend he knew something when you started talking about horror movies or novels or manga. You’re funny, but not on purpose. Or at least that’s what Tomura thought, until he glanced at your face after you’d said something that made him laugh and realized that it was what you’d been hoping to do.

“Sorry,” you say, and Tomura snaps out of it. “Talking about past dates on a first date is kind of a red flag, isn’t it?”

“I asked,” Tomura says, wondering if you called this a first date because you’re hoping for a second one. You shrug. “If you’ve met that many shitty guys, how come you agreed to this? What did Magne tell you about me?”

“What did she tell me.” You finish one of the drinks and grimace slightly. “Um, she said you were my age.”

“Okay.”

“She said you have a job,” you continue, “and friends.”

“Yeah,” Tomura agrees. “We have an apartment. We were friends before we had the apartment. It’s not just because we have an apartment.”

“Magne said you’ve all known each other forever,” you say. You smile slightly. “It sounds nice.”

It’s a good thing Tomura’s known them forever. He hasn’t had a lot of luck making friends as an adult. The closest he’s come to making a friend as an adult is probably Dabi’s stupid fiancé, and that’s only because he never leaves. Toga keeps saying that she thinks he’ll like her girlfriend, but she also never lets her girlfriend within a kilometer of the apartment. One time Tomura asked her why not and Toga gave him the weirdest look he’s ever seen. “You’re all boys,” she said. “You’re gross.”

Maybe that’s true. Tomura’s never been in a woman’s apartment, so he doesn’t really have a way to confirm. How gross could it be, really? He should probably ask Toga for specifics. “Did Magne say anything else?”

“She said online dating and the apps weren’t really working for you,” you say. “You do better in person. I don’t know what you’re like online, but – I feel like she was probably right.”

Tomura’s face flushes. He finishes another drink to cover it up. “Your turn,” you say. “What did Magne tell you about me?”

“Uh,” Tomura starts. He finds another drink, but can’t quite stomach finishing it just yet. He’s already about to screw this up, and it’s going to be worse if he throws up on you afterwards. “Not much. Just that you were a girl and you were my age and that you agreed to it.”

You laugh at that. “That’s the important stuff,” you say. “She did a good job managing your expectations.”

“No,” Tomura says. You blink. “She should have told me more.”

“She doesn’t really know more,” you say. “I only see her at work. She got my number so I could tell her when I’m on shift and my boss is off.”

“What’s your boss’s deal, anyway?” Tomura asks. “Just an all-purpose asshole, or –”

“He’s not great to us. The employees, I mean.” You don’t like talking about this. Tomura can tell. “But he makes things really hard on customers who have certain prescriptions. HRT and stuff like that. He doesn’t do anything they can report him for, but he makes it so miserable for them that they don’t want to come in to pick their meds up.”

Tomura knows that type. Magne runs into that type a lot. If it happens when all of them are out together, Tomura and the others take care of it, but they can’t be there every second. “A few people have my number,” you continue. “I give them a heads-up when their prescriptions are in and he’s out.”

“Why didn’t she tell me that?”

“She did,” you say. Tomura meant before, and says so. “Maybe she thought you’d think I was too nice.”

Tomura snorts. “That guy who tried to cut us in line didn’t think you were too nice.”

If he’d been by himself, Tomura would have let it slide just because he doesn’t care enough, but you blocked the guy’s way with your arms crossed, and when he told you to move, you stared at him until he backed off. “Okay, so not too nice,” you say. You pick up another glass, see it’s empty, and wince. “But if she’d told you more about me, you’d have found a reason not to show up.”

“If she’d told you more about me, you’d have said no.” Tomura feels pretty confident in that, and more so with however many drinks under his belt. “She told you I was bad at app dating.”

“Lots of people are.”

“So bad at it that I’ve never been on a date.” Tomura feels pretty good about one-upping you right up until he sees your eyes widen, but his mouth is way ahead of his brain. “Beat that.”

It’s quiet for a second. Tomura stares at you, feeling his face heat up with embarrassment, while you peer into glass after glass, trying to find one that hasn’t been emptied yet. “I don’t know,” you say. “I think being stood up eight times is worse.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“My record is terrible,” you say. You find one more glass and drain it. “Your record, on the other hand – you’re one for one. I’d say that’s pretty good.”

“One for one on what?” Tomura asks.

“Dates,” you say. “This one’s going well.”

“Yeah?” Tomura’s mouth goes dry. He looks around for a glass with something in it, so that he’ll be able to speak without swallowing his tongue, but he comes up empty. You slide your water glass across the table to him and Tomura gulps half of it. “You think it’s going well?”

You looked pretty calm until he said that. Tomura sees you getting nervous. He slides the glass of water back across the table to you in case you want to drink it, but you leave it alone. “I mean,” you start, “we met up at five-forty-five, and it’s almost last call. Maybe it’s just me, but I wouldn’t spend eight hours hanging out with somebody if it wasn’t going well.”

“Last call?” Tomura says, like a dumbass, only for the bartender to shout it out to the room at large a few seconds later. “Eight hours? Really?”

You nod. “So either it’s going well,” you say, “or you just didn’t have anything better to do.”

If Tomura doesn’t want to be somewhere, he goes home even if there’s nothing better to do. He’d rather spend hours watching the most boring vintage simulation game streams in history than spend two seconds longer being social than he wants to. Eight hours hanging out with one person is a record, even once Tomura subtracts the bathroom breaks he had to take because he was dumb enough to break the seal four drinks in. Has he ever spent eight hours doing nothing but talking with someone without getting bored? No. Not even close.

“It’s going well,” he says, and you look relieved. Not happy, just relieved. That’s – not good. “They’re kicking us out now.”

“Yeah.” You get to your feet and stagger a little bit. You probably drank at least as much as Tomura did, but you’re shorter than him, and you’re a woman. Are you okay? “I’m going to go pay. We should figure out rides home. The trains don’t run this late.”

Tomura fucked up somehow. He can’t figure out how, but he’s pretty sure he did. But you’re still about to get kicked out, and somebody has to pay the tab – and somebody has to figure out how you two are getting home. He gets to his feet, too. “I’ll get it. It can’t be that much.”

You look back at all the glasses on the table. “I think it’s going to be a lot. We’ll split.”

Even with the split, it’s more than Tomura’s spent on a night out, ever – and the longer he spends upright, the clearer it is that he’s trashed. You’re trashed, too. Maybe less than he is, because you’re still trying to work out how to get home. “It’ll be cheaper if we split a rideshare,” you say, and hold out your phone. “Put in your address.”

Tomura forgets his own address for a second. Then he types it in, and you take your phone back. “Okay. It’ll drop you off first, then me. Let’s go.”

Tomura follows you out, only weaving a little bit, and then the two of you are on the sidewalk again. The air’s still warm and humid, but at least there’s more of a breeze than there was before. You lean against the boardwalk railing and Tomura copies you. He leaves one hand open at his side in case you want to reach for it. You don’t, so Tomura goes for yours instead, and you look up at him. “Tomura?”

“It’s going well,” Tomura says. Your eyes slide away from his, and he asks a question that’s been on his mind since an hour or so in. “Want to do it again?”

“Stay out until two am on a work night and blow five times my hourly rate on drinks?” You shake your head. “Go on another date? Yeah.”

Tomura hears all of that in the right order, except the thing in the middle that he actually asked about. “It’s a work night?”

“For you, too. You said earlier.” Your hand moves in Tomura’s, unfolding your fingers to lace them together with his. “We should have called it quits four hours ago.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t want to.” Tomura shouldn’t have had this much to drink. He’s saying stuff he probably shouldn’t. Or should he? He doesn’t see the point in lying about shit on a regular basis. Why start now? “I still don’t.”

Next to Tomura, you take a deep breath, then let it go. “Okay. Give me your phone.”

Tomura fishes it out of his pocket with his free hand and passes it to you, then has to take it back to unlock it. He watches as you navigate to his contacts and add yourself to them – your first name, plus the words “blind date”, like Tomura’s going to forget who you are. How many women do you think he has in his phone? You hand it back to him after saving your contact and Tomura waits for you to hand yours over so he can add his number to yours. You don’t. “I need your phone. You need my number.”

“If you text me, then I’ll have it,” you say. “If you don’t, I won’t need it.”

Tomura feels weird about that. “Is this some kind of test?”

“I’ve gotten stood up eight times. I’m done chasing after people who don’t want me.” You loosen your grip on Tomura’s hand, like you’re giving him the chance to let go. “I ran sixteen blocks to meet you. You can send me a text.”

Tomura can see where you’re coming from. Sort of. The rideshare shows up, and the two of you slide into the backseat. Going from standing up to sitting down gives Tomura some kind of drunken headrush, and he slumps sideways against you. “Sorry –”

“It’s fine.” You shift around in your seat until Tomura’s cheek is resting on your shoulder. You’re still holding his hand. “I don’t mind.”

Tomura doesn’t mean to fall asleep, but the next thing he knows, the rideshare’s coming to a stop outside his apartment building and you’re shaking him awake with the hand that was holding his. “We’re here,” you say. “It was nice to meet you, okay? I had a really good night.”

Tomura nods. His mouth tastes like something died in it, and his mind feels foggy, but not so foggy that he can’t figure out how he wants to say goodbye. Maybe you know. “What do we do?”

“How about a hug?”

Sounds good. Tomura’s mouth tastes too bad for kissing, anyway, and his lips are gross enough to make you wish you’d never met him. He reaches out and drags you awkwardly across the backseat and into his arms, and you – fit. Tomura normally hates touching people, and he hates it even more when he’s drunk, but you fit, still and quiet with your head tucked in against his shoulder and your eyelashes brushing the side of his neck when you blink. Tomura could go back to sleep like this, easy. He’s having a hard time keeping his eyes open.

“Hey,” the driver says from the front seat. “Are you staying or going?”

“Are you in a big hurry or something?” Tomura pulls away from you with an effort and gets out of the car. The door shuts behind him, and Tomura turns to say goodbye, but he’s too slow. All he gets is a glimpse of your face through the window as the rideshare drives away.

Tomura should text you right now. The thought occurs to him, but then a mosquito bites him, and he slaps it a second too late. He’ll get inside the stupid building and get to his room, and then he can text you. It’s a good plan. Whether Tomura will remember it by the time he gets to the apartment is an entirely different story.

Tomura and his friends live on the top floor. The entire top floor. It used to be a penthouse, back when both the building and the neighborhood weren’t shit, but now the rent is cheap enough that the seven of them can afford it together. They all get their own rooms, three bathrooms is usually enough for everybody, and usually there’s at least one person who’s willing to cook dinner and let the rest of them mooch. Tomura and his roommates all keep weird hours, but by two-thirty in the morning everybody’s usually in their rooms, even if they’re awake. He’s not going to bother anybody as long as he’s quiet.

Or at least that’s what Tomura thinks. He’s dead wrong, because when the elevator doors open, he finds all the lights on in the living room, and most of the people he lives with sitting in there, wide awake. It looks like they’re waiting for something. It occurs to Tomura with slowly dawning horror that they’re waiting for him.

He makes the first move out of shock more than anything else. “What the fuck?”

“We decided to wait up for you. Since it’s baby’s first date and all,” Dabi says with a smirk. His stupid fiancé is here, too, perched on the arm of the chair Dabi’s in. “So how’d it go?”

Tomura doesn’t want to talk about this when he’s drunk. He wouldn’t want to talk to Dabi about it stone sober. He shakes his head. “Come on,” Twice announces from where he’s sprawled out on the rug next to Toga. “Nobody comes back from a date at three in the morning and gets to shake his head about it. Spill. No, don’t spill! I don’t want any nasty details.”

“I want all the nasty details,” Magne says. “What happened?”

“Perhaps we shouldn’t quiz him,” Sako says from the other chair. “Shigaraki will tell us what he wants to, when he wants to.”

Sako is officially the only person Tomura’s not pissed at right now. “No, he has to tell us now,” Toga says. “We’ve all been working on this for a month. We have to hear how it went!”

“Give us at least a few details,” Dabi’s idiot fiancé says. “We need something to base our wild speculations on.”

“You don’t live here,” Tomura says. Dabi glares at him. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Wait, it was bad?” Spinner runs the opposite way with it. “Why didn’t you just come back? Or you could have called us – we’d come drink with you –”

“It wasn’t bad,” Tomura snaps. “I got her number.”

He was hoping that would shut everybody up. Instead they all trade glances. “That’s it?” Dabi asks, incredulous. “You get back an hour after last call and all you got was her number?”

That’s not all Tomura got. “She said we should go out again. And we held hands.”

“Are you thirteen or something? That’s so lame,” Dabi’s idiot fiancé says. “Was she like, not –”

“She’s not that kind of girl,” Magne says. She reaches over from the couch to punch Dabi in the arm, even though it was the goddamn fiancé who said it. “You think I’d set Shigaraki up with that kind of girl?”

“Yeah, because that’s the kind of girl he’ll be dealing with in Vegas. Did you time-warp back to the fifties when I wasn’t looking?” Dabi grimaces. “You’re supposed to be upping your game. This is a setback.”

Tomura finally gets his feet under him. “No, it isn’t,” he says. “I had fun.”

He feels weird saying it, even though it’s true. He had fun walking around with you trying to find a bar you both wouldn’t hate, because both of you hate when things get too loud. He had fun talking about any of the fifty things the two of you talked about over the course of the eight hours you spent together. He liked seeing you square off with the asshole who tried to cut you both in line and he liked seeing you order the weirdest drink on the menu, even though it was disgusting and neither of you could finish it. He liked that he didn’t notice you trying to make him laugh until it already happened. He liked holding your hand.

Tomura had fun on his date, end sentence. “You guys are assholes. I’m going to bed.”

“We’re not assholes! We want to help,” Twice protests. “You don’t need our help! You’re doing fine.”

“Yeah, I’m with Twice,” Spinner says. Twice starts arguing with him, but Spinner ignores it. “It’s a win if you say it’s a win. Hanging out with somebody who’s not us for that long is definitely a win.”

“It’s not a game,” Toga says. She rolls over on her back and stares up at Tomura. “Are you going to text her?”

Right. Tomura was going to do that. He fumbles his phone out of his pocket. “No,” Dabi and his fucking fiancé say at the same time. Dabi keeps talking. “It hasn’t even been an hour. Are you trying to look desperate?”

“I texted Ochako while I was on the train home from our first date,” Toga says. Toga’s the only one other than Dabi who’s in an actual relationship, rather than a bunch of situationships, friends-with-benefits things, and hookups they block the next day. “I wasn’t desperate.”

“You’re the most desperate person I’ve ever met. But you’re a girl, so it’s cute on you,” Magne says. “It’s not cute on guys. It’s weird.”

“I don’t think it is,” Spinner says. Tomura adds Spinner and Toga to the list of people he doesn’t hate right now. “Sending a dick pic or begging for nudes would be desperate. Just saying something is – nice. I’ve never had a date text me the same night before. I wouldn’t mind.”

“In that case, your date would be a girl,” Magne points out. “Cute when girls do it. Weird when guys do. I’d know.”

Tomura lost the plot a few sentences back. “I wasn’t going to send a dick pic. I don’t even have a dick pic.”

Dabi’s fiancé wheezes. “What?”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Toga pops up off the floor. “Tomura-kun has work tomorrow and so do I – and so does Spinner – so we’re all going to go to bed.”

“We are?” Spinner asks, then yelps as Toga yanks him off the couch. “Hey!”

“That’s right,” Toga sings out. She grabs Tomura’s arm, too, and Tomura barely manages to avoid getting yanked off his feet. He stumbles down the hall after her, colliding with Spinner a few times. It’s all he can do to keep ahold of his phone.

Toga’s bedroom, Spinner’s, and Tomura’s are all along the same hallway, sharing the same bathroom. Once they’re in the hallway, Tomura plants his feet. “Why are you kidnapping me?”

“We’re not kidnapping you. Your room is right there.” Toga points, like there was any way Tomura was going to forget. He’s drunk, but not that drunk. “They were being mean. I’m happy for you. So is Spinner. Right, Spinner?”

“Like I said. A win’s a win.”

“It’s not a game.” Toga elbows him. Then she looks at Tomura. “They’re making it sound complicated and it’s not. If you like her, text her. If you don’t, don’t. Easy. Now go to bed.”

It’s not a puzzle game. It’s a yes or no question. Tomura likes that a lot better than whatever the hell the others wanted him to do. Still – “Do I need a dick pic?”

It’s quiet for at least a minute. “You know what,” Spinner says finally, “we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. I’m with Toga. Go to bed before you get yourself in trouble.”

Tomura’s tempted to tell them both that he’s doing it because he wants to, not because they’re telling him to, but then he decides not to waste the air. The sooner he goes to his room, the sooner he can send you a message without everyone bothering him about it. He shuffles back to his room, flops down on the bed – which he didn’t make this morning, because he’s just going to get back in it later – and pulls out his phone. When he taps the contact icon, the first thing he sees is the contact you set for yourself.

Your name (blind date). Tomura opens a message and gets stuck trying to think of what to say. Short is probably better. His mind is off on some weird paths right now, a lot of which have to do with you and his dick and all of which would be a lot more of a problem if he wasn’t still drunk. And none of which you need to know about. You also don’t need to know about the ambush his friends set up for him when he got home. Or the fact that Tomura’s friends only sent him on this date so he could get better at women before the trip to Vegas in two months.

That might have been why Magne set you and Tomura up, but that’s not why Tomura’s texting you. this is tomura. i want a second date. That gets the point across for sure. If you texted Tomura that he’d count it as a win, so he sends it. But Toga said it’s not a game. Spinner said it would be nice to get a text from a date. What would Tomura want you to say, if he got a text from you?

Tomura overthinks it. He overthinks it so hard that he falls asleep, and only wakes up when he drops his phone on his face. You haven’t texted back yet, but it’s only been fifteen minutes since he sent the message, and you’re probably asleep. What kind of text would Tomura want to see from you when he woke up in the morning? That you liked him. That you had fun. Maybe you’d say something funny, too. Tomura doesn’t do funny. He almost falls back asleep again, then hauls himself up to wakefulness hand over hand, sitting up in the bargain. One more message. It should be easy.

sorry I fell asleep on you is what Tomura says. He barely manages to plug in his phone before he falls asleep for good.

He wakes up to his alarm howling, right on schedule. He can hear Spinner’s alarm doing the same thing from across the hall. Tomura’s mouth tastes like he threw up in it in his sleep. He fumbles for his phone to hit snooze on the alarm, but in the split second before he does, he sees a text notification. Everybody he texts has been asleep for the last – Tomura looks at the time and groans – four hours. So who –

Tomura unlocks his phone at warp speed and taps the message icon. He remembers texting you last night, but he didn’t remember how stupid he sounded. Sorry he fell asleep on you? You’re probably texting him to fuck off. Tomura glances down at your message. His head hurts badly enough that he has to read it five or six times to process it all the way.

You gave his first text a thumbs-up, then asked what he wants to do on the second date. But you replied directly to his stupid second message. it’s okay. next time it’s my turn.

Tomura’s lips split as an uncontrollable grin crosses his face. He got four hours of sleep. He’s got a full day of work and a hangover to go with it, and the instant he sets foot in the living room, his friends are going to start up on him about how he’s handling this all wrong. But Tomura must not be handling it all that badly, because he’s got a second date, and for a few seconds, the hangover and work and everything else doesn’t matter at all.