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nowoyas · 2 years ago

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A/N: i didn't forget you forgot

Chapter Summary: Neito attends his first therapy appointment. You head out with Tenya to cope.

Warnings: slight angst

Word Count: ~2900 words

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Dr. Fuyumi’s office is cold.

Neito doesn’t know what, exactly, he expected in a place like this. But it’s cold.

The walls are a soft blue, the carpets winding with a blend of colors—cream, black, and red. The rot in his skin. The blood tainting his soul.

She’s got a gentle tone when she speaks. He wonders about her quirk, wonders if it’s something suitable to counseling services like this. He kind of expected most great therapists would have quirks that were… memory-based, or otherwise emotions, or something like aromatherapy. Anything that would aid their therapy services.

It was not uncommon that he found himself toying with the urge to initiate contact with someone, solely out of a desire to copy their quirk and figure out what secrets it held in the few precious minutes he’d have with it.

She had to know about his quirk. It was in his intake paperwork. But she hadn’t made any move to prevent him from copying it, if he wanted.

Tell me a little bit about why you’re here today, she had asked him. That had been three… no, four now, minutes ago. She’d waited patiently as he took in the carpet, the walls, the ceiling, the little flecks of red interspersed in her hair.

“I’m a horrible person,” he says finally into the silence.

She’d had a surprise cancellation, an unexpected opening in her schedule, and then, Neito had gotten in, based purely on being the first one on the waitlist to answer his phone when she called to fill the gaps.

“Well, I haven’t seen anything to imply that,” she says evenly. “What makes you think so?”

“I…” He sighs. Where do you even begin telling a therapist about issues that involve something she probably doesn’t even think is real? “Do you know about vampires, Dr. Todoroki?”

“Fuyumi,” she corrects gently. “And I suppose you could say I do.”

He arches a perfectly maintained brow her way. That’s… a weird way to answer. “Tell me what you think you know.”

She quirks a secretive smile. “More than I think you realize.”

Fuck it. He’s already here for mental health reasons. It’s not like she’s ever going to think he’s sane.

Might as well frontload her with it.

“I thought of myself as a vampire hunter. Thought I was helping people. I… you know, all the old literature, the even older stuff that started the idea, was all about how they’re monsters, right? They take advantage of and hurt people. They manipulate, kill, take whatever they want and leave nothing for anyone else. There is no way for a vampire to ethically exist, because they have to harm others in order to continue living. I’m a Philosophy major, so I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about that stuff. So I took it on myself to fix the situation.”

She stares at him as he speaks. She doesn’t move to say anything.

“I nearly killed someone. Hurt someone else, who I thought he was taking advantage of, because he was a vampire and they were clearly being bitten by someone. That was months ago. Within a few days, my stepsister decided to tell me that she’s been a vampire for god knows how long, by turning me into one. As revenge, I guess. So now I’m stuck as the thing I thought was a monster, and maybe I am one, but I don’t feel the urge to hurt anyone, which means that ethically, I might be a better person than before, because I have more potential to seriously hurt someone but even less desire to, because I nearly killed someone and realized how fucked up I was being, and I feel like I’m falling apart, and you probably think I’m experiencing delusions or—or something.”

There’s a soft tilt to her head, a moment where she processes everything.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“I wish I had their quirk. I feel like you’re lying to me.”

“No, Neito,” she replies. “I’m really not.”

Dr. Fuyumi Todoroki smiles with her fangs out.

Izuku does not respond to the messages sent his way. Tenya, of course, has bowed out entirely, leaving only the following members of the [Name] Protection Squad present for today’s meeting: Neito, presiding. Itsuka, reluctant but with a sense of obligation. Hitoshi is steadfast in his attendance, Mina had plans she couldn’t cancel, and Tsuyu comes in her stead with the promise to inform her of any happenings.

“Anyone else think it’s weird that Loverboy isn’t here?” Hitoshi comments, his breath puffing white in the February air. “You’d think he’d drop everything if it meant helping out his human.”

Neito nods, sighing. “He wouldn’t respond at all. I even tried calling him.”

Hitoshi makes a questioning grunt, but shrugs it off. “Alright. Probably just busy.”

“Or he’s just not in a good state, kero.” Tsuyu places a finger to her chin. “I think I remember [name] mentioning that that girl who died was one of his TAs. He’s with [name], so I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

“Right.”

“So why are we here, again?” Hitoshi leans against the wall behind him, arms crossed. Tonight, they’d chosen the campus swingset to hand out near, surrounded in its high walls. It’s nice. Secluded.

“As I’m sure we’re all very aware, we’ve made little to no progress breaking their thrall,” Neito says. “Not for lack of trying, but for lack of information.”

The group nods in their own time.

“Didn’t you have some idea about that?”

He nods back. “I did. But we have a slight snag in the plan. It’s going to be more complicated than I expected.”

“Why’s that?” It’s the first Itsuka’s spoken since agreeing to tag along. Neito brought her in hopes that she’d tell him if he was being a dumbass. Here’s hoping the plan holds up to her well-honed dumbass detection.

“So, the plan was to start seeing [name]’s old therapist. Genuinely, I was going to continue seeing her, because as I’m sure we’re all aware, I’m not the most… hinged member of society.”

“Damn right,” Hitoshi grumbles. Neito blissfully waves it off.

“But since she is [name]’s former therapist, she should still have [name]’s therapy notes.”

Tsuyu blinks into realization. “Oh. Evidence.”

He snaps his fingers. “Exactly! I intended to enthrall the therapist, get the notes, and then wipe her memory of the exchange. It would have been perfect evidence—notes from someone who wouldn’t benefit from falsifying notes, and [name] could consider forgiving me for the breach in privacy later.”

“So what went wrong? Clearly you wouldn’t be talking like this if it’d worked.”

He pulls a thin smile. “Well, it would have worked beautifully if she wasn’t a vampire herself.”

He snorts. “Yeah, that’ll do it.”

“So, what?” Itsuka raises an eyebrow. “What are you thinking instead?”

“Murder,” he says flatly. “Obviously.”

She’s not impressed.

“That was a joke, in case it wasn’t clear. I don’t want to let go of the plan to get her therapy notes, but without being able to enthrall her therapist, I’m not sure how else we would get them. Unless… we make some plans.”

He waves his arms out in invitation. “Who wants to violate some patient privacy rights?”

Izuku does not approve of you being out and about right now. Tenya, for his part, isn't much of a fan, either, after you told him about the whole deal with Momo and her missing killer, but he jumped at your call and was more than happy to come with you when you invited him out. You both need to worry about birthday present shopping for Tsuyu, anyway, and birthdays don't stop for anxieties about potential murderers.

Your marks have been itching plenty lately. Last night, you went out with Mina, and you felt it, the low burn of eyes on you. Someone marking you.

You, in all your alcohol-fueled indifference, could not have given less of a shit.

So here you are, hungover, in a bright mall, probably looking like an absolute disaster especially next to Tenya, always well-kept Tenya. He doesn’t approve of your general state right now, either, of course he doesn’t, but there’s a softness in his disapproval. A kindness.

It’s been five days since the fight, and you still haven’t told anyone about it. You haven’t talked to Izuku, either, except for one word on his weekly feeding day. You’d stormed into his office, pulled him up to stand with his face in your neck by the collar of his shirt, demanded drink, and then left when he was done.

(He had cried after, when you didn’t even let him bandage the marks, but that’s not your problem.)

That being said, no one’s been told what’s going on, at least, not by you. But it doesn’t take a genius to realize that you’re not well. You’re skipping classes. You went out drinking with Mina on a Thursday night, for crying out loud! You look like shit with unwashed, unkempt hair, and Mina’s single attempt to tease you about Izuku as usual had been met with a cold shutdown.

If nothing else, Tenya isn’t having it. One hour into your failed gift shopping excursion, you barely with the energy to hold a conversation, he steers you to the food court, sits you down, and wordlessly gets in line for the little bakery pop-up.

You, exhausted, have nothing in you to question it with.

You check your phone.

Tsuyu to [name] at 1:02PM

Tsuyu: Hey, can I ask you something?

Oh, yeah, she’s probably the only one out of the loop. You haven’t seen her yet since That Day™, given that your schedules somehow always keep you from randomly running into each other and it’s not time for the monthly lunch meetup yet this month. Not that you don’t think Mina would have gossiped at least a little bit about your firm backslide into depression territory. (She means well, you’re sure. She’s just nosy.)

Tsuyu: And I get if you’re not okay with this. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want an answer

Tsuyu: But would you be mad if I asked Tenya out? I know you both have history and everything, but I really

You stop reading. Your chest feels tighter than it already did. For whatever reason, you can’t breathe. You want to hit something. Hard.

Whatever else she’s said, you don’t even bother reading it. With clumsy fingers, you bang out a response.

[name]: I don’t relly care

[name]: go for it!

There. Now you’re just left with the questions of the thing.

Your neck is burning again. You palm at the marks, massaging them in hopes of soothing them, but it provides little relief. You’re staring wordlessly at your now-black phone screen, absently rubbing your neck as your mind races.

A drop of water falls onto the screen.

What the fuck is wrong with you? Why do you give a shit if your friends go out with each other? Are you just upset because of the thing with Izuku? It must be, right? Straws break the backs of camels all the time. Anyone in such a fragile state would get upset over their friend group dynamic shifting. It’s normal.

You have no reason to worry about this. There’s absolutely no reason to be upset. You’re being ridiculous.

So what if Tsuyu asks Tenya out? So what if they’ve been spending time together. It’s not like that means anything. It’s not like you care if one of your best friends gets together with your—

With your—

with

(something is creaking something is bending something is)

“Hey, sorry about the wait.” Tenya slides something across the table into your field of vision—a cheese danish, a cup of what you can only assume is hot chocolate. “You seemed like you—[name]?”

(Something snaps back into place. The pain in your head is blinding, for just a moment.)

You blink around in confusion. “What?”

“You’re crying.”

A hand comes up to feel at your cheeks, and sure enough, your palm comes away wet. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m—my head is fucking killing me.”

“That’s why we drink water when we go out to the bar with our best friend,” he replies, voice gentle. He also slides a small cup of water towards you.

You look up at him. The tray he’d brought everything over on is empty now. He only ordered for you.

“You didn’t get anything for yourself,” you mumble, not yet reaching for anything he’s brought you.

He has the gentlest smile as he shakes his head. “I didn’t stop because I was hungry. I stopped because you needed a moment.”

“When did I say that?”

“You didn’t have to. I know you, [name].”

And then you’re crying all over again, and Tenya is leaving, only to come back and press some tissues in your free hand. You don’t use them, merely crumple them in your hand.

“I don’t think you’re crying over a headache,” he says at last.

“I don’t—“ A quiet sob wrenches itself from your throat. “That’s just it! I don’t know what I’m crying about!”

“Drink some water. Slow sips. Okay?”

You forgot he could be like this. Gentle with you. Warm. These days, you’re so used to him being cold, carefully distant.

Like he’s afraid of something.

(Like Izuku.)

You disobey him, just a little. The entire cup of water gets downed like a shot, and then you’re reaching harshly for your cheese danish, and there’s a hand on your wrist, stopping you before you can angrily down the entire cheese danish.

“Take a breath. You’re clearly upset about something.”

The worry in his eyes is all it takes to at last break you. His hand remains around your wrist as the words tumble out of your mouth, clumsy, one after another.

“I got in a fight with Izuku. I was—he’s—he’s—“ You choke on the words.

“It’s okay. Take your time.”

Remembering the sting in your arm, the burns on him that cover his one hand and peek out of his shirt collar, you drop your voice into a near-whisper. Especially given the ache in your bite wounds. Not again. “He’s hunting the man that turned him. His sire. And I don’t… I don’t want to tell him not to. The man’s horrible. A serial killer. Killed his parents. But…”

“He’s a what?”

The hand on your wrist is still. Any warmth, any gentleness in his expression has snapped away.

Burn-scarred fingers on burn-scarred skin. Adolescent wounds into adolescent wounds.

“A serial killer?”

“I… I see.” He swallows harshly. “Right. So Izuku is hunting him?”

“He’s been obsessed recently. I don’t think he’s ever paused from it completely, but, you know, it’s been bad. I’ve been having to force him to feed. Remind him to shower and sleep and change clothes. I started doing his laundry because he’s been so focused he’s been forgetting and I don’t think he even noticed. He spends all day either blazing through his work to get it over with as soon as he can or scouring the internet for information.”

“I… I see.”

“And it’s scary! It’s really scary! And I think… you know, um… that girl? Who died?”

His face is carefully still. “You could say that.”

“I’m not supposed to know this, but they think she was killed. And she… she had bite marks and stab wounds. You know, like the serial killer I roomed with did to her victims. But also like how… how Izuku’s sire left his victims. So either his target’s close, or else my nightmare is, and if it’s his sire, then… then…”

The tears fall, unbidden. “I asked him what he was going to do when his sire was gone. And he told me that he’ll probably die when that man does. And I got mad. Because he apologized. He said he was sorry. He was lying.”

“Oh, [name]…”

“And I just… I don’t know, I’m pissed! I’ve barely said a word to him since and I don’t know how to live like this! What if he dies, Tenya? What if I lose him like—like—“ You break off.

Like who?

He waits patiently. “Like who…?” he says when it becomes clear that you’re not going to finish the sentence.

“I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. I just… I’m pissed off, I guess. And I don’t know how to handle this. I think I might go back to therapy, but I don’t have any money, and…”

He nods. “Right. Izuku’s been paying for everything.”

“Yeah. He has.”

For a long time, he’s silent. You gently pry your wrist from his grasp to take small bites of your cheese danish.

When at last he speaks, there’s a glint of something rare in Tenya’s eyes.

Mischief.

“I can’t take you to therapy, [name].”

“I wasn’t asking you to,” you reply weakly.

“But there is a place I think you would enjoy to blow off some steam. I’ll take full responsibility for any injuries incurred.”

…

“What?”

“Finish your cheese danish and your hot chocolate,” he orders. “After that, we’ll go.”

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yandere-x-reader · 1 year ago

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Color Code: Romantic, Platonic, Either

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Mezo Shoji, Koji Koda, Rikido Sato, Tenya Ida, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Momo Yaoyorozu, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Mashirao Ojiro, Yuga Aoyama, Denki Kaminari, Izuku Midoriya, Mina Ashido, Fumikage Tokoyami, Ochaco Uraraka, Kyoka Jiro, Toru Hagakure, Tsuyu Asui, Hitoshi Shinso, Mirio Togata, Nejire Hado, Tamaki Amajiki, Hizashi Yamada, Present Mic, Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead, Enji Todoroki/Endeavor, Keigo Takami/Hawks, Rumi Usagiyama/Mirko, Yu Takeyama/Mt. Lady, Toshinori Yagi/All Might, Kugo Sakamata/Gang Orca, Taishiro Toyomitsu/Fat Gum, Emi Fukukado/Miss Joke, Nemuri Kayama/Midnight, Sekijiro Kan/Vlad King, Nezu, Eri Aizawa

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lord-explosion-baku · 5 years ago

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Like Ghosts In Snow

Midoriya x Reader (Vampire AU)

Warnings: Blood mention, death mention, suggestive themes, light yandere??? (idk bro he was pretty much a yandere throughout the fic)

A/N: This is the last chapter I’ll be adding to one of my first fics and I wanted to share it mostly because I am actually proud of it, but also because after I posted this chapter, I went back and reread the first few chapters and... woof. All I can say is that I’ve come a very long way. It’s kind of a good reminder that all writers start out from somewhere. I know I’ve said this on my blog dozens of times, but I cannot stress this enough: in order to get better at writing, you need to W R I T E. I want to guess that I’ve written at least 500 pages of story in the last year and a half, and though I pride myself on my ideas and certain one-liners, not everything is very pretty. I can admit it. It be like that. I’ve grown since I first picked up the pen (or if we’re being literal, the phone) and it’s okay! I’m happy with where I’m at and I’ve even more excited to see how I’ll improve within the next year, too! Anyways, read this if you want! There are major plot spoilers in this last chapter, obviously, but if you wanna learn what happens the chronological way, you must brave my writing circa 2018 :’). I wanted to say thank you all for joining me on this wacky, messy, bloody journey and I hope you enjoy.

“We’ve got The Cramps, Joy Division, The Doors…” Izuku hummed shifting through another stack of cassette tapes. “Oh! How about Bowie?”

The sounds of clattering pins rang in Izuku’s ears. While he was looking through music to listen to on the upcoming journey, you were looking for accessories— different pins and patches to place on yours and Izuku’s jackets and bags.

“Bowie?” You asked with obvious interest. “What album?”

“Low.”

“Ah… Grim and ethereal… sounds that make the listener think about their own mortality, and the inevitability of non-existence…”

You took a pensive pause, considering the album. Izuku loved that you thought about music so thoroughly. All Might’s comic book store has become home to you just as it had been with him. He loved the comfort he felt with you around. He felt home with you here.

“Perfect for driving through the desert,” Izuku mused, fingering the tape.

“Exactly,” you said, and Izuku could hear the grin in your voice. The two of you were exactly in sync— perfect for each other.

Music played on a record player the two of you decided to leave at the store as Izuku neatly placed the cassette with the rest he’d collected. He looked to you. You were slowly swaying your hips to the rhythmic beat that bounced around the second floor to the comic book store. Izuku’s eyes grew heavy as he silently watched you, appreciating the way your body moved even when you didn’t think you were being watched. He dropped the bag to the floor.

Izuku looped his arms around your waist, closing his grasp on your stomach. He leaned into you, inhaling your aroma; it was sweet like wildflowers and jasmine. Izuku closed his eyes and hummed, “dance with me…”

You let out a light chuckle, a sound Izuku adored, a sound he could never get enough of. “How many times are you going to ask me to dance with you until we finally get this show on the road?”

“Not enough.” Izuku kissed the back of your neck and you shuddered. He did so again, pressing a hand against your stomach, and you finally turned to face him, your cheeks lightly dusted in familiar warmth. He grinned and took your hand into his, bringing it up to his lips so he could peck your strong knuckles, looking up at you through thick, dark lashes. “Dance with me.”

You brought your arms around his shoulders and grinned. Izuku grew warm when you closed the space between the two of you, your soft body against him making him pulsate in all the right places. “How could I say no when you show me a face like that?”

Triumph coursed through Izuku’s now active veins as the two of you danced in circles inside the closed space. Your beautiful laughter battled the music as he twirled you around, relishing the moment you came back into his arms and buried your head into his shoulders. He had you. He had you, because you chose him. You came back from a plane unknown to live the rest of your undefinable days dancing and hunting with him. Not Todoroki and certainly not Kacchan. Him.

“What song is this?” You asked into his shoulder.

Izuku pursed his lips. He’d certainly heard the song before, but he couldn’t recall its name, nor what band was playing. For once in his life, he was at a loss for information, because nothing in this world existed outside of you. Hell, all the best songs in the world could be renamed after you if he had any say in it.

Izuku muttered something indecipherable, knowing too well that you didn’t actually want to know the name of the song, you merely wanted to add conversation to battle against the inevitable.

His hands slid down your back and he could feel your heartbeat pickup against his chest. At one point of his second life, the sound of your heart working to push blood through your veins would have sent him to the absolute edge, throat scorching and body aching with lust and need and thirst. Now that thirst was replaced by something less like famine and more like a greedy craving, the lust he kept for you and only you as prominent as ever. You gazed up at him and bit your lip. Your hand ghosted across his cheek, drifting to the back of his neck. Your touch was a whisper in a language he knew very well.

You loved him. You wanted him.

You stood up in your tiptoes to brush your lips across his. It was a simple peck— one that intended to be sweet, but one that didn’t fail to make Izuku even more desirous, wanting more. Whenever he had a taste of you, he’d always need more. You knew that. And so Izuku moved.

He pushed you back against the lapel pin counter, kissing you urgently as he wedged his knee between your thighs. You sighed into him, allowing Izuku to roll his tongue over yours, tasting you, basking in all that you were willing to give. A cool hand made its way under your shirt. You moaned as Izuku peppered kisses towards your neck, laving his tongue across one of the few scars that stayed present even after both of your changes. The scar was cool underneath his tongue. Your fingers knitted into the back of his curly locks when he bit down on a place that remained untouched, and you moaned again, lips tightly pressed together in hopes to not give yourself away to the man downstairs. Still, your legs wrapped around Izuku and Izuku sucked harshly in an attempt to break your resolve, because to him, there was no man downstairs; there was only you, and he wanted to hear what he could do to you.

“What if he catches us?” You whispered in a low, breathy way, your voice breaking at the word ‘catch.’ It was adorable when you tried to keep yourself a secret. It was hot when Izuku revealed that secret.

“He won’t.” Izuku quickly retorted, again latching his lips to yours while he fumbled with the buttons of your blouse, although, he couldn’t know for sure. He just didn’t care. He kissed your collarbone, your right breast, then your left, pausing only to peek up at your flustered expression and while he listened to the rapid pace your heart took. Your pupils were blown, probably mirroring his. He loved that— your mutual hunger for one another. Izuku knew he had won when you lightly pushed his head farther down, and Izuku happily obliged to take your unspoken demand.

“KIDS!” A familiar bellow shook the room even though it seemed light years away.

Izuku rubbed his cheek on your soft thigh, licking his lips as he took in you. His fingers pet you through thin cotton materials and he could nearly keel over a die when he felt the saturated evidence of your desire. He wanted so badly for you to say, ‘ignore him and play with me. I need you, Izuku. I need you now.’

“Izuku—“ you objected as his thumb teased circles around your peak. Defiantly, his tongue ran up your thigh and he pressed deeper against you, hoping that with his touch, you’d be just as lost in him as he was you.

“ARE YOU DONE?!”

“Yeah!” You called back, and Izuku’s head fell onto your leg. Betrayal, defeat, anguish. Izuku huffed.

“Awww, c’mooon,” you cooed, lifting Izuku by his chin to meet your face, “don’t be pouty! We’ll have plenty of time to continue this on the road!”

“Like in the back of the Jeep?”

You pressed your lips together. Izuku could only assume what you were thinking. You didn’t want to sleep with him in that red Jeep either because it would be disrespectful to your late, adoptive-father, or the thought that your father may have done the do in that exact spot back in his prime was a serious turnoff.

“Erm. Maybe like a motel or a tent or something.”

Izuku huffed again. You grinned, your eyes crinkling at the sides and he could only assume what you were seeing. Instead of a seductive vampire with heavily lidded eyes that drew lust out of his victim with a simple flick of his tongue, you were seeing a grumpy puppy, cheeks puffing out and skin blooming pink because he wasn’t getting what he wanted. Oh, how his face betrayed him. Oh, how he missed being one hundred percent creature of the night. There was nothing cute or sweet or childish about a man who’d stalk you in a dark alley in order to satiate his need. There was only fear, lust, and sex.

That didn’t mean that creature was completely lost to him, though you didn’t yet have to know just how much vampirism still resided in Izuku. He would show you, of course, but that was something he’d have to do little by little to keep you from fretting. It was something he could do now.

Izuku squeezed your thighs and looked you straight in the eyes. “Say that you love me.”

“I do, Izuku-“ one of your hands went to cup his face “-I love you.”

Izuku mimicked your motion, his sweet voice lowering into a darker octave. “Say that you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you whispered back, and Izuku was keenly aware of how your heart fluttered in your chest. “Forever and always.”

Izuku leaned into you, but kept himself bare centimeters from your lips. He watched you part for him, expecting a kiss, but instead he stayed there and watched you struggle to get what you wanted. He pushed his pelvis against you, and you let out a slight gasp when you felt just how much he wanted to ravage you, then and there.

“‘Zuku,” your voice was almost a whimper, a tease for what he’d be expecting later on in the night or very early in the morning. Your nails dug into his shoulder as he dragged his tongue across your lush, bottom lip. He eyed you and waited for you to start your own list filled frenzy. When you did, Izuku stepped away from the table, right when you were about to shove your back lips onto his.

“Okay!” He chirped merrily, knowing too well how his face could change into that of devilish innocence in a blink of an eye. “Let’s get this show on the road!”

You scoffed. “That’s not nice!”

Izuku smirked and headed towards the stairs. It only took a couple seconds to get you bounding after him, latching onto his hands and muttering profanities under your breath. Izuku could laugh. Even when he loses, he wins.

All Might was sending the two of you on your first hunting trip together. It was exciting for several reasons: you and Izuku were going to be alone together, the two of you were the vampire slayer’s apprentices (although, Izuku still held the claim of being a slayer prodigy) so you had everything a hunter’s heart could desire, and, again, you were going to be alone together.

All Might slammed a duffel bag onto the store’s counter, the motion letting out clinking, metallic sounds. It wasn’t cassette tapes and enamel pins in the bag that All Might prepares for you. Izuku wondered if you were nervous. He’d gone on trips before, but this was your first time. Of course, you had nothing to worry about. Izuku was never, not ever, going to let anything hurt you. He’d already made the mistake of letting that happen once when he had his back turned to you on Hizashi’s cliff, and he would not be letting that happen again.

All Might bid the two of you farewell with some tips and tricks that Izuku had already known. You looked so cute absorbing all the information you could though and Izuku was jealous. He’d make sure that he became more of a teacher to you while you were on the road.

You insisted on carrying the duffel bag to the Jeep, explaining that you weren’t fragile and that you could hold your own. Izuku insisted that he would drive, explaining that he could see better at night, although he left out the part that he really wanted to carry your sleeping body into your shared motel room.

You clambered into the passenger seat, nearly bouncing up and down from excitement. You’d expressed plenty of times how badly you missed being on the road, and it was clear to Izuku as you sifted through all your borrowed cassette tapes how good this was going to be for you. Your good mood was infectious.

“What should we listen to first?” You asked, pulling out your top three choices.

“Whatever you want!” And Izuku meant it. There was still so much to learn about you and though you both had plenty of time on your hands, Izuku was impatient. He wanted to know everything. You seemed to choose something at random, but when you popped open the cassette player, you saw that there was something in there already.

“Oh,” you said, looking wistful. Whatever it had been, it was Aizawa’s. Izuku struggled to read your mood.

“What is it?” He asked.

“Mix tape.”

Boldly, he suggested, “we could… listen to this first…”

“Yeah…” you paused before pushing the tape back in. There was a click. Izuku started the engine and watched you. A soft smile found your face when an old sixties rock band started playing. Izuku pet your hair back and you leaned over to smooch his lips. “I can’t wait!”

“Me neither.” Izuku grinned and backed out of the parking spot. The two of you waved to the proud looking All Might and sped down the Santa Carla streets.

While Izuku drove, you sang softly to each song while you sewed patched and stuck lapel pins into yours and Izuku’s clothes. He was impressed that you knew the lyrics to nearly everything on the track and he even joined in singing during his favorite choruses. Driving with you was heaven on earth.

When Izuku got to the desert, he became a little wary— cautious of both things that lurked in the night, and secrets that he wasn’t yet ready to tell you. He was thankful that you had your own activities to keep you preoccupied, because the secret he was keeping happened to surface, but it was one that could only be seen had you been looking out for it.

Dabi and Toga, two members of his misfit, makeshift coven, had been waiting by the side of the road to see Izuku off. He knew that they, too, were like him. He was never officially apart of Selene’s coven, so when her soul was finally sent on to the next plane, Izuku didn’t quite change back exactly like the rest of the kids whose faces painted the walls of Santa Carla.

Izuku gave them a curt nod as he drove past them and when he did so, he saw that there was a new addition to their miniature coven: Ochako Uraraka. Izuku didn’t care much when he discovered her untimely demise, but knowing that she finally got half of what she wanted brought a smile to his face. He could feel happy for one of his ex-best friends, especially since he, himself, got all of what he wanted.

Izuku kept his left hand on the steering wheel, while bringing his right to your thigh. You hummed in appreciation right as ‘People Are Strange’ by The Doors came on. You gasped, and for a split second, Izuku thought it was because you loved the song. He recalled that the very first conversation he had with you was about Jim Morrison and how Izuku hinted that he was a vampire, but then you cursed under your breath.

Izuku’s brows knitted together. “What is it?”

“I pricked my finger,” you said, and turned to shuffle through things in the back. “Is the first aid kit up up here or in the trunk?”

“Are you bleeding?”

“A little,” you said bashfully.

Izuku snickered. “We’re hunters, you know. We heal in a flash.” Then Izuku smelled you. It was rich, sweet, delicious… just so you and Izuku felt that very familiar and very prominent aching.

“Let me see it.”

Izuku hoped you couldn’t hear the stern depravity in his voice. He’d let you know later on just how desperate he was to have you listen to his demand at this very second, but for now, his very hungry heart would just be thankful that you were so ready to comply. You stuck your finger out to him. Izuku was a great multitasker and he didn’t expect anyone else to be on the road at this time of the night, so he was able to take in the absolute treasure that was your crimson splendor.

He guided your finger in between his lips. His tongue rolled out and lapped at the wound, swirling around your finger. You let out the softest gasps, right before biting your lips. Izuku eyed you as he sampled your magnificence. You seemed to be enjoying yourself, but there was no chance that you liked this as much as him. Still, he adored seeing the flush of your cheeks and that faraway look you were giving him. You wanted him to devour you.

Izuku recalled promising you that he was going to savor you, and savor you he will, but for now, he would let himself indulge in the seraphic flavors of honey… sunshine…

Ambrosia.

#im actually really sad this is over #gis #midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #bnha x reader #bnha yandere #mha x reader #reader insert #bnha reader insert #yandere male #vampire au #bnha au #bnha imagine #yandere!izuku #yandere!izuku midoriya

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sunshineandbnha · 4 years ago

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Masterlist

Students

Izuku "Deku" Midoriya

Another World

Crush Talk (drabble)

Todoroki Shouto

Happy Birthday - smau

Katsuki Bakugou

It's My Bad (Part 1)

It's On Me, Just Don't Go (Part 2 of It's My Bad)

Denny's - smau

Back Then (Bakugou Birthday Bash collab)

Eijirou Kirishima

Thanks for the Save

Denki Kaminari

Meet Up - smau

Unexpected (Valentine's day)

After All These Years (birthday special)

Tenya Iida

Sleep (drabble)

Koji Kouda

Nature's Hideout (drabble) (Valentine's day)

Mirio Togata

Forever Mine (Vampire Mirio)

Headcanons for all

Favorite Christmas Things - (select) 1A Boys (not reader insert)

Favorite Christmas Things - 1A Girls (not reader insert)

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an-ambivalent · 6 years ago

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Anime Masterpost

List includes: aot, atla, Boku no hero academia, demon slayer, haikyuu, magi, mystic messenger, naruto, noragami, spiderverse (its not an anime but whatever) who made me a princess

Warnings: This contains yandere works with behaviours and themes that can be triggering or uncomfortable to read. Read at your own risk, I do not condone such behaviour irl, it is written for fictional purposes only. Everything on here is reader-insert unless stated otherwise.

Read my request rules here before sending in a request

Attack on Titan

Scenarios / Imagines

-Yandere! Eren Imagine

-Um,,, this weird crossover idea I had for yandere sasuke x reader x yandere eren modern au

Boku No Hero Academia

Series

Made For Me [Yandere! Bakugo] [Drabble / one-shot series] - ongoing

Made For Me

For Our Friendship [Prince AU]

Making You Mine

Drabbles / One-shots

20 w/ Yandere! Shinsou

Betrayal Burnt Hearts [Yandere! Mafia! Bakugou]

A Crown That Bleeds [Yandere! Ceo! Shouto]

Headcanons / Imagines / Scenarios

Yandere! Todoroki Shoto Headcanons

Yandere! Todoroki Shoto NSFW Headcanons

Yandere! Tenya when s/o escapes

Yandere! Katsuki Bakugo Headcanons

Yandere! Midoriya Izuku Headcanons

Yandere! Main trio Alice In Wonderland AU

Yandere! Midnight Headcanons

Demon Slayer

Headcanons

Yandere! Sanemi Shinazugawa

Haikyuu!!

Fanfictions:

-The Game Of Love [Oikawa Tooru] [Reader-Insert]: Prologue |

Roses, Violets & Us [Oikawa Tooru] [Reader-Insert] -- Ongoing

Synopsis: Roses are red, Violets are blue, You’re my love, stars and moon. With you by my side, I have nothing to fear. Just us and our love, I love you the most, my darling dear.

Evocative

Our Moments of Weakness

You & I [Oikawa Tooru] [Reader-Insert] [COMPLETED]

Pretty Things

A Breath Of Fresh Air

Broken Beings

i have you, it’ll be fine

Summer Naps

Threads Of Fate

Take A Deep Breath

Play Your Cards Right

Love From Afar

Confessions

Headcanons / Scenarios / Imagines / One-shots

Kageyama headcanons

Yandere! Kuroo relationship headcanons

SFW and NSFW Lev relationship headcanons

Yandere! Oikawa headcanons

Yandere! Oikawa relationship headcanons

Encased [Yandere! Oikawa Tooru]

False Sense Of Treachery [Yandere! Oikawa Tooru]

NSFW Oikawa headcanons

Yandere! Tendou relationship headcanons

SFW and NSFW Tendou relationship headcanons

Jujutsu Kaisen

Headcanons

-Yandere! Sukuna, Gojo, Getou & Choso

-Yandere! Manipulative Gojo

Scenarios

Sukuna x Uchiha! Reader

Mystic Messenger

Series

Erratic Tendencies [Jumin Han] [COMPLETED]

Synopsis: Sophistication desired understanding. Status yearned to be forgotten. Jumin Han craved for his who to outshine his what. Individualism began to leak, and emotions ran a haywire. When a man such as himself, had never been taught love, and finally receives it, erratic tendencies began to occur.

One | Two | Three | Four | Five

Sins Of Love & Halloween [Yandere! Supernatural! Mystic Messenger][COMPLETED]

Angel! Yoosung

Werewolf! Zen

Banshee! Jaehee

Vampire! Jumin

Knight! Saeyoung

Seer! V

Devil! Saeran

Headcanons

RFA Yandere

V + Saeran Yandere Headcanons

RFA comforting MC when MC feels neglected

RFA Assassin Headcanon/ Scenarios

RFA + V & Saeran as Seven Deadly Sins Headcanons

RFA + V & Saeran: Bubble bath w/ MC [SFW]

Yandere! Royal! RFA Headcanons

RFA + V & Saeran Zodiac Stereotypes

RFA When They Leave MC To Go To The Army

RFA + V + Saeran comforting MC when they recieve a college rejection letter

One-shots

Haunting [Yandere! Jumin Han]

Suspicions & Addictions | Zen [Reader-Insert]

Zen w/ a foreign MC who has some difficulties with Korean

A Not So Sweet Love [Yandere! Ray]

The One Who Has It All [Jumin Han] [Slight Jumin x V]

Lean On Me [V/Jihyun Kim] [Reader-Insert]

The Devil’s Smile [Yandere! V] [Royal! AU]

Naruto

Uchiha Concepts Masterpost

Series

Uchiha Therapist [Yandere! Madara x Reader x Yandere! Sasuke] - ongoing

Synopsis: [Name] is a struggling post graduate psychology student who has more on her plate than she can handle. Between her practicums to gain work experience and writing reports, to trying to maintain a decent lifestyle and look after her own mental health, there is little to no time left to work an actual paying job. Yet, money is essential for survival. So, she does the next best thing that has been trending recently to assure a good paycheck; she becomes a sugar baby. The only thing is, [Name] is unaware that she’s become sugar baby of the Madara Uchiha, the notorious CEO of Uchiha Corporation. She is also unaware of the fact that she’s the therapist of his nephew Sasuke Uchiha, who has begun treading over the professional boundary of a patient, and has started developing an abnormal fixation for his therapist since she seems to be the only one who actually understands him.

Part I | Part II

Oneshots / Drabbles

Biased [Yandere! Tobirama Senju] [NSFW]

Blooming Love [Itachi Uchiha]

Unrequited [Yandere! Sasuke]

With My Entire Being [Soft! Yandere! Madara]

Wrongly Convicted [Yandere! Madara x Sakura]

Headcanons

Yandere! Sasuke Uchiha

Yandere! Sasuke [Genin]

How Sasuke spends his birthday with his s/o

Yandere! Itachi Uchiha

Yandere! Hokage! Itachi

Yandere! Itachi NSFW

Yandere! Itachi courting & kidnapping his s/o

Yandere! Obito Uchiha

Yandere! Kakashi & Obito sharing a darling

Yandere! Kakashi dating headcanons

Yandere! Shisui Uchiha

Yandere! Madara Uchiha

Yandere! God! Madara Uchiha

Yandere! Hokage! Madara

Yandere! Izuna Headcanons

Yandere! Naruto Uzumaki

Yandere! Husband! Naruto cheating on his s/o

Yandere! Hashirama Senju

Yandere! Tobirama w/ an Uchiha darling

Kakuzu SFW and NSFW

Yandere! Kabuto

Yandere! Sasori

Yandere! Neji [Genin]

Yandere! Neji (continued)

Yandere! Shikamaru

Yandere! Deidara Headcanons

Imagines / Scenarios / Reactions

Yandere! Madara [God AU]

Yandere! Madara leaving the villiage with his wife

Yandere! Sasuke’s love interest on his search team

Yandere! Sasuke with his s/o and their son

Sasuke becoming yandere with Fugaku’s influence

Yandere! Itachi with his s/o and their son

Yandere! Itachi when another akatsuki member hits on his s/o

Yandere! Itachi, Sasuke & Shisui sharing one darling

Yandere! Shisui reacting to someone flirting with his s/o

Yandere! Obito reacting to someone flirting with his s/o

Spiderverse

Series

Woes of Reincarnation [Yandere! Miguel] - Completed

Synopsis

As a recent enjoyer of the movie Across the Spiderverse, you were recently converted to a Miguel stan. Consuming all the edits on tiktok and instagram did nothing except feed into your delusions. So after a drunken night out with your friends, when you’re walking home being absolutely hammered, you failed to see the truck with bright lights that was speeding your way when you crossed the road. You die and are reincarnated into Earth 928B - in the very place your current self-exclaimed fictional husband resided in. So, just like any dedicated fan, you turn to a life of petty crime to get his attention. Except, you had no idea of the dangerous new reality that awaited you and very different Miguel you would encounter.

Part I | Part II

Oneshots

-Reunited [Yandere! Miguel]

Other

Oneshots / Drabbles

A Facade Of Love [Yandere! Hakuryuu Ren]

Our Love Over Their Loves [Yandere! Hikaru Hitachiin]

Selfish [Yandere! Zuko]

Silent Submission [Yandere! Yukine]

Headcanons

Yandere! Claude Headcanons [WMMAP]

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a-fanatic-fangirl-requests · 5 years ago

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Writing Requests

Reader Insert ‘Codes’ // Masterlist // My Current Que // NSFW Alphabet Template

Hello tumblr! This is my first post on this writing blog, so you know, probably the most important if you would like me to write something.

I’ve been into anime/manga for around 15 years, and I’ve seen everything. Well, not literally everything, that would be fairly impossible. But, I’ve definitely seen the major stuff and small niche stuff!

I am going to dedicate this blog to ‘x Reader’ posts as that allows for you the most customizability (not a word don’t care, call me Shakespeare) and for me to not fret about doing specific details. I may make a separate post about all the acronyms as well so you know what they mean.

As for genres, I could do everything except for probably horror (I can do yandere though I have never written a character as such) and anything with a heavy action sequence. So basically, if you want a romance? I got that. You want something that will break your heart? I got that too. You want angst? I could deliver. Slice of Life? You betcha. Just wanna see yourself in it? I can do that. My best advice is to always ask and I will let you know! *I may be open to doing NSFW stuff as well. *I also have the right to deny it if I don’t think I can do it/I’m not comfortable with the request

Below is a list of anime/manga I am familiar with and then the characters underneath that I could do. Although for some anime, if there are not too many characters (or too many), I may just not include them at all. But I may forget some so still feel free to ask! This is by no means a comprehensive list, if you don’t see something, ask and I may have!

Most Comfortable With: Ah! My Goddess -Belldandy, Urd, Skuld, Mar, Hild, Peorth, Lind Assassination Classroom -Koro-Sensei, Nagisa, Karma, Karasuma, Gakuho Asano Attack on Titan -Levi, Erwin Black Butler -Sebastian, Ciel, William, Undertaker, Vincent, Mey-Rin, Madame Red, Grell, Finny, Bard, Soma, Lau, Snake, Ronald, Joker, Agni, Claude, Canterbury/Timber/Thompson, Pluto Black Clover -Nozel, Mereoleona, Fuegoleon, Leopold, Julius, Klaus, Yuno, Yami, Vanessa Bleach Blue Exorcist Code Geass -Lelouch, Suzaku Deadman Wonderland Death Note -Light, Mikami, Mello, Matt Death Parade -Decim, Ginti, Nona, Clavis Free! Iwatobi Swim Club -Makoto, Haru, Rin, Rei, Sosuke Fire Force Fruits Basket -Hatori, Shigure, Hatsuharu, Yuki, Kyo, Momiji, Ayame, Kisa, Ritsu Fullmetal Alchemist/Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood -Ed, Al, Scar, Lust Inuyasha -Inuyasha, Sesshomaru, Koga, Naraku, Kanna, Toga, Kagewaki Hitomi, Bankotsu Magi (Labyrinth and Kingdom of Magic) -Sinbad, Aladdin, Alibaba, Hakuryuu, Hinahoho, Kouen, Judar, Badr, Yunan, Cassim Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid Mobile Suit Gundam 00 My Hero Academia -Izuku Midoriya, Bakugo Katsuki, Eijiro Kirishima, All Might, Aizawa, Overhaul, Dabi, Shoto Todoroki, Endeavor, (There’s so many I can’t list them all, just ask lol) Naruto -Naruto, Sasuke, Itachi, Kakashi, Minato, Shikamaru, Tenten, Temari, Neji, Hinata, Madara, Hashirama, Tobirama, Kiba, (There’s just...so many) Ouran High School Host Club -Kyoya, Mori Pokemon Sailor Moon Shugo Chara Soul Eater Time Stranger Kyoko The Devil is a Part-Timer! The Future Diary The Royal Tutor Yu-Gi-Oh!

Okay With: Classroom of the Elite Cowboy Bebop Devil May Cry Durarara!! Gargantia on the Verdurous Planet Midnight Occult Civil Servants My Roommate is a Cat Noragami Psycho-Pass Silver Spoon Yotsuba!&

Vaguely Familiar With: A Centaur’s Life Barakamon Interview with Monster Girls Izetta: The Last Witch Kill La Kill Maria the Virgin Witch Prince of Stride: Alternative Restaurant to Another World

Maybe...Possibly?: A Sister’s All You Need. Azumanga Daioh Kiss Him, Not Me No Game No Life Rosario + Vampire

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waiting4inspiration · 5 years ago

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2k Follower Writing Challenge

In celebration of reaching 2,000 followers, I’m letting you all chip in and wow me with your writing.

Rules:

1) You can write for any fandom you want

2) Any pairing is cool with me (reader inserts, OCs, ships from that fandom, etc.)

3) It can have smut, angst, fluff or all of the above

4) Tag the appropriate warnings

5) There is no word limit. Write to your heart’s content

6) Must be a new piece. You can make it into a series if you want to.

7) Tag me in the works or send them to me (whichever works best for you)

8) There are 2 categories, Sentence Prompts and AU Prompts. You have the option to chose from both categories. Or you can choose from just one category.

9) Try and pick ones that haven’t been chosen with your intended character so that we can have some variation. Maximum of 2 work per person, please.

10) This is open to anyone and everyone. Send me an ask or a message with the prompt/s you want as well as the character

11) Deadline: 31 August

Everyone understand? If you’re a bit confused, feel free to send me an ask :))

Sentence Prompts:

1) “I loved you ‘cause it was easier than loving myself!” @mynameisfrankie (Billy Hargrove)

2) “I need you.” @oathofmaestro (dark!Thor) /

3) “Do you wish things were different?” @lettersofwrittencollective (Dean Winchester) /

4) “ Am I ever going to see you again?” @writing-mermaid (Bucky Barnes) /

5) “Is that a threat?” @ejectur (Loki) /

6) “How did you find me?” @bnhaandotherstuff ( todoroki shouto ) /

7) “I don’t want to be alone right now.” @tephi101 (Jon Snow) / @medievalfangirl (Pietro Maximoff)

8) “First one to make a noise loses.” @geekandbooknerd (Finan) /

9) “I wish we could stay like this forever.” @simam12 (Dean Winchester) /

10) “I wish I never met you.” @6blastrushturbo9 (Izuku Midoriya) /

11) “Car sex looks so much easier in the movies.”

12) “And you wonder why you’re still single.” @kisses-holland (Peter Parker) /

13) “Let’s do something crazy.”

14) “I don’t think I could ever stab someone. I mean, let’s be honest. I can barely get the straw in the Capri Sun.” @kattlupin (Wolfstar) /

15) “Do you have any kinks?”

16) “I’ll walk you home.” @whistlingwillows (Mysterio) /

17) “It can wait until tomorrow.” @p8tn0lish (Ubbe+Hvitserk)

18) “Don’t you ever do that again!” @geekandbooknerd (Ivar) /

19) “If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to the bed.” @inforapound (Ivar) /

20) “If you ever come near me again, I will knock you so far into the future you’ll be meeting you’re great-grandkids.”

21) “You think you’re so cute with your…youreyes and hair and face and…okay, yeah you’re kinda cute.” @xbuchananbarnes (Bucky Barnes) /

22) “Please don’t do this to me.” @bettercaptain (Bucky Barnes) /

23) “Are you drunk?” @inforapound (Ivar) /

24) “Stop teasing…”

25) “Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.” @snowyseba (Bucky Barnes) /

26) “Don’t call this number ever again.”

27) “My ex? Yeah, I’d still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or a baseball bat.” @kneel-begyourpardon (Bucky Barnes) /

28) “Even monster need help some times.”

29) “I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.”

30) “Boo.”

AU Prompts:

1) Angel/Demon

2) Assassin @bnhaandotherstuff ( todoroki shouto ) /

3) Blind Date

4) CEO/Boss

5) Fake Relationship (dating/engagement/marriage) @collecting-stories (Jonathan Byers) /

6) Forbidden Love

7) Hunger Games @tephi101 (Jon Snow) /

8) Mafia @queenofallthyfandoms (Bucky Barnes) /

9) Neighbor

10) Porn Stars

11) Royalty @queenofallthyfandoms (Bucky Barnes) /

12) Stripper

13) Soulmate (timer/color blind/first words on skin/ sharing pain etc.)

14) Vampire/Vampire Hunter @waiting4inspiration aka me (Bucky Barnes) /

15) A/B/O

Tagging people who I think might be interested: @tephi101 @youbloodymadgenius @geekandbooknerd @allvikingsfanfic @starflowerallan @dreamwritesimagines @lol-haha-joke @evanstanwrites @inforapound @supernaturalvikingwhore @oathofmaestro

Feel free to tag other people. The more the merrier XD

#2k followers #2k writing challenge #2k #writing challenge #writing #writing prompt #waiting4inspiration

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quirkfics · 5 years ago

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wips (for mobile!)

For those interested in knowing what I’m working on, you can either go to the WIPs blog page, or you click the read more here on this post!

If you’re not interested in knowing, and read more is being a brat on mobile again SPOILERS for quirkfics!! Keep scrolling past this! …Still want to know? Keep reading!

I have so many BNHA ideas, I doubt I’ll ever get all the time I need to actually write them. Goodness gracious, it would be a full time job! But, by golly, I will do my best to bring some content into the world. If you’re curious about what I’m working on, this is the place to peruse!

I have one request: I don’t have a set schedule for posting, so please don’t use this list to pester me about something in particular. I’m excited about them too! Feel free to chat with me - but please don’t send me repeat questions about when they’ll be posted. Thanks so much!

Now, please recall that just because they’re listed, doesn’t mean they’re done, or even close to being done. I have outlines for the reader fics for sure, but otherwise I won’t be sharing how close I am with each piece. (Y’all will know when I’m editing, I promise)

Commissions

4 out of 5 slots filled!

Character x Reader fics

Mirio x Reader x Tamaki (95% finished editing!)

Mr. Compress x Reader

Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader pt 2

Ashido Mina x Reader

Fatgum x Reader

Shindou x Reader x Izuku

Ficlet Fest I’m roughly estimating the next ficlet date for August 5th!

Zine Work I’m currently a contributor for After Hours: An 18+ BNHA Zine and the Cellophane Zine!

Miscellaneous I love AUs, I love self-insert fics, or fics where someone is “dropped” into another world. Sometimes I do write character x character fic! (Jsyk, I am a multishipper - if there’s well written fic for something, I can get behind it. I don’t really have OTPs unless it’s character x happiness) I will almost always post these exclusively to ao3, but as it still all involves BNHA~

Big Bang - details are, at the moment, underwraps! It is a character x character piece though (100% finished writing and editing!)

Todoroki x Midoriya x Bakugou - Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU

Modern OC/SI x ____? - I have over 8k of outlines y'all and I still can’t decide who she has better chemistry with T_T

#quirk has works in progress

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nowoyas · 3 months ago

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‹ Masterlist › Navigation

‖ all fics have been crossposted to Ao3 ‖ not all characters are aged up ‖ check warnings on individual fics for more info

key (all links to separate masterlists will include warnings and hazard symbols in masterlist)

fluff ✨ smut 🍋 angst 🖤 separate masterlist/multiple parts 🖋 written upon request, suggestion, or as part of a collab 💝 dead dove, do not eat 🕊

bnha ‖ midoriya izuku

🖋 oneshots and drabbles

🖋 edible arrangements ‖ vampire!izuku x reader ‖ completed

haikyuu ‖

🖋 nishinoya yuu oneshots and drabbles

🖋 koi no yokan ‖ noya x reader ‖ updates saturdays

🍋 i don't think we can put this in the sports column ‖ all karasuno members x reader

🍋🕊💝 manager_exchange.mov ‖ all nekoma members x karasuno manager!reader ‖ ao3-exclusive

✨ until the crow comes home ‖ nishinoya character study ‖ no reader insert ‖ soulmate au ‖ ao3 exclusive

🖋 vespertine: blooms for the evening ‖ noya x cat hybrid!reader ‖ updates every other wednesday

spiderverse ‖ miguel o'hara

🖋🍋 boiling point ‖ parts 1 · 2 · 3 · 4

🖤✨ the past half hour wasn't real ‖ miguel accidentally startles you in the exact wrong way

original works

🍋 consummation training ‖ m/f/m ‖ prince x vampire familiar x knight ‖ in which the knight teaches the prince how to pleasure a woman before he marries, using his familiar as a model

#admin stuff #masterlist

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itbeajen · 7 years ago

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Masterlist Updated!

And for those of you who can’t access it on mobile, here it is in all of its glory.

Boku no Hero Academia

Bakugou Katsuki - Sweet on the Inside - Set Me Free - Mermaid!AU - See You Again - Mermaid!AU

Kaminari Denki - Seasons Changing - Hanahaki!AU

Kirishima Eijirou - By Your Side - Mistakes Were Made - Coffee Shop!AU - Nails

Midoriya Izuku - I. Like. You - Coffee Shop!AU

Todoroki Shouto - Slow Bloom - Table #5 - In Love With You

Bungou Stray Dogs

Nakahara Chuuya - Fault - Relief - Thoughts of You

Dazai Osamu - Safe

Fire Emblem

Path of Radiance - Ike - Modern!AU (tagged as Ike Floof AU) - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Awakening - Chrom and Lucina Interactions

Fates - Leo - Tea Time - Takumi - Retribution - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Echoes - Lukas - Stop the Rain - Python - The Reason, Perhaps - Forsyth - The Warmest of Welcomes - Flower Shop!AU - Lukas - Think of You - Flower Shop!AU - Lukas - Our Memories - Flower Shop!AU - in queue - Lukas - Sweet for You - Coffee Shop!AU

Free! - Iwatobi Swim Club

- Haru - Siren

Haikyuu!!

Akaashi Keiji - And yet another - Comfort - Comforting Silence - Protection - Relax

Omorfos Kosmo - Game!AU - Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 8.5 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Blooming Friendship - Stuck - Swapped

Iwaizumi Hajime - Distractions - Late - Muse - Nice to Meet You - Solace

Kageyama Tobio - Birthday Boy - Cute - Yokai!AU - Lost and Found - Waiting

Kozume Kenma - Name - Hybrid!AU

Kuroo Tetsurou - Breathe - Christmas Eve - Home is Where You Are - Monthly Promise - Sweet and Casual - Young - in queue

Oikawa Tooru - Defenseless - Hybrid!AU - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 - Idiotic Friendship - Out of Character - Unexpected Development - Soulmate!AU - You

Semi Eita - Irreplaceable - Longing

Sugawara Koushi - Remember

Tendou Satori - A Day to Relax

Tsukishima Kei

- Bliss - Blizzard - Candy Cane - Chance Encounter - Tokyo Ghoul!AU - Cookies - Decorations - Eggnog - Festive - Gift Wrapping - Gingerbread House - Giving - Glitter - Heart Realize - Home - Soulmate!AU - Hot Chocolate - Ice Skating - Joy - Memories - Mission Success - Yokai!AU - More Than - Hybrid!AU - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Sweets | Feather Light | Not Choosing | Crows - Movie - Ornaments - Reindeer - Santa - Shoveling Snow - Snow - Stockings - The Supernatural - Vampire!AU - Unwrapped - Valentine’s Day - Warmth - Soulmate!AU - Warmth (XMAS) - Winter Cuddles - Wreath - You're Fine - Yokai!AU

Yamaguchi Tadashi - Realizations - Hybrid!AU - NOT A READER INSERT (Yamaguchi x Yachi)

Pokémon

- Green Oak - Home for the Holidays

Yuri!!! on Ice

#jenbean writes #masterlist #haikyuu #boku no hero academia #yuri on ice #pokemon #bungou stray dogs #free iwatobi swim club #fire emblem

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nowoyas · 2 years ago

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Edible Arrangements: Twenty-Fifth Bite: Apology Fruit

First - Prev - Next - M.list - Read on Ao3

A/N: Woah. Posting on a schedule is fucking weird. I'm in the throes of NaNoWriMo right now, working on a different fic primarily, but it's going well and soon I should run out of tracks for that fic and be back to working ahead on EA! One horrible thing to note: turns out, tumblr will never play nice with copy-and-pasting, which means formatting this doesn't get easier even if I write in Scrivener in a way that makes my brain hurt! I'll get over it, though!

I had to fight this chapter a little bit to get it to format correctly and did a few passes, but please don't hesitate to let me know if you notice any mistakes or formatting weirdness!

Additional note, I actually kind of hate what tumblr's doing with links. I had to jump through HOOPS to find my way to getting a link to the previous chapter.

Chapter Summary: After a saved date, you and Izuku return home, where he pops the question he's been toying with for a while. Preparations and work ensue.

Warnings: some light touches on trauma previously gone over in the plot, food mentions

Word count: ~4300 words

You're not sure you've ever felt this content in your life. Izuku drives you home, the both of you locked in tranquility, and he has half a mind to carry you inside once you're there. There's a candy bowl set out in front of the gate, filled with full-size Skittles bags and king-sized candy bars in the event any trick-or-treaters brave the rich neighborhood long enough to make it to your place. (You figure they must—no smart kid would pass up getting candy from the people with money to splurge on the big guns for Halloween.) You kick off your shoes, Izuku shrugs off his suit jacket, and before long, you're cuddled up on the couch and picking out a movie.

After much hesitation, he picks some horror movie and puts it on. You don't know if it's the best idea for his re-introduction into watching things on his TV, but, well, if he picked it…

For a little while, you watch in comfortable silence. His arms are wrapped around you carefully, soothingly, like he's afraid he might break you. And as the movie continues, his grip on you tightens, gradual at first, until it's an uncomfortable silence and you have no choice but to address it.

"Izuku?"

"Y-yeah?"

"You okay?"

He doesn't answer. After a moment, you reach for the remote and hit pause, looking through the guide for something better suited. "Yeah, I didn't think so. I’m not a huge fan of horror, anyways. There's this movie I watch every year on Halloween; it's kinda childish but it's fun and I like it a lot, so can we watch that instead?" You're careful in your wording, purposeful in making it sound like he's doing something for you by changing the movie.

He nods, burying his face in the back of your neck. "I'm sorry. I really wanted to try my hardest, but it just wasn't…"

"That's okay," you say softly. "It was a valiant effort, but I let you take on too much, too fast. You may not ever like horror movies, as it is. Honestly, I kind of hate them myself. Let's move to something that won't be so awful for you, okay?" You flip to the new movie: a well-loved kid's Halloween movie that you've damn near memorized by now. He accepts the change with quiet gratitude, and as the movie begins, his hold on you relaxes into something more fluid.

It's a quiet Halloween. Your thoughts drift once or twice to the candy table near the gate, the question of how many have come by and found delight in the seemingly bottomless bowl of candy waiting there for them. You're sure that, had you thought to decorate, the whole house would have been covered in Halloween decorations. Normally, you might have tagged along with Mina to a party, or maybe agreed to babysit someone's kids and take them trick-or-treating. This time a few months ago, you're sure you would have been utterly desperate to make a quick buck and capitalize off of babysitting the kids whose parents have gotten over the whole “taking the kids trick-or-treating” deal. A soft smile flits onto your face at the thought of how much things have changed for you.

"Hey…" Izuku says quietly. You tilt your head back to look at him.

"Are you… Are you happy with how things are?"

You blink innocently at the question. "This is probably the happiest I've been in a long time. I mean, some things got dangerous. I made the mistake of saying 'vampire' out loud and got one of my closest friends hurt, along with myself. There's a lot I should probably work through, but…" You're not sure how to finish the sentence. "Here, with you, I wouldn't want things to be any different than they have been."

He smiles softly. "I see. I'm glad."

"Why? Something wrong?"

He sighs. "No, I just… I worry. About making you too dependent on me. I know, I offered this because you needed someone to depend on and so did I, but… I don't want you to think you can't leave. I never want you to feel trapped here."

You reach up, patting his cheek gently. "I'm happy. I don't feel trapped. I feel like I have a future again. You said I could leave whenever I wanted, and you weren’t lying."

He frowns, but pulls you a little closer. "I was thinking about adopting a cat. I… We… I think we could both use trained, professional help, after everything the both of us have been through. But for us to both be able to speak fully about everything, it has to be someone vampire-friendly, and I don't know how to even begin looking for that, so it could take a while to find someone. And then, I'm worried about creating a conflict of interest, because that’s a big concern with therapists seeing patients who know each other, so we'd have to find two separate ones who are both vampire-friendly and won’t think we’re insane, and… Until then, I think an emotional support animal would be a good idea, and I've seen the way you look at pictures of cats, so…"

The smile on your face could not possibly grow any bigger. "Yes! I'd love a cat! I've always wanted one, but my parents thought they were evil beings or whatever, and I haven't been able to afford or house one since I moved out, so I never got one, but I'd love one!"

He smiles back, running a gentle thumb over the skin of your good arm. "We'll figure out a day to go visit the shelter and pick one out, okay?"

Giddy, you turn your attention back to the movie. "Okay!" You turn your attentions back to the movie, but you can't focus anymore. You're giddy with thoughts of cat and getting sleepy as the weight of the best steak on the planet settles in your stomach and drags you down.

Your phone screen lights up. A text. It's from your ex.

Asshole to [name] at 12:04 AM

Asshole: Who was that tonight?

Despite everything, you smile.

You block his number without even a word.

"So, how was Halloween?" Mina rests her chin in her palm, looking you over with a smug smile. You're both sat on the same side of one of the round tables in front of the Caf, facing the fountain as you wait for Neito to show his annoying ass up.

"Mina. Oh my god. The steak." You grip her arm, casting one arm over your eyes dramatically. "I've dreamed of it every night since."

"It's been, like, two nights, but do go on."

"I cried in the restaurant. It was. So. Good."

She laughs, wrenching her arm away just to pull you into a side hug.

"Okay, okay, enough about that meat. What about—"

"Am I interrupting?"

You pause in your dramatic steak talk to open one eye towards Neito. He's dressed pretentious, with mirror shades and shorts even though it's literally fucking November, because that's who he is as a person, you guess. More important is what he's holding: a fruit bouquet, barely small enough to be carried in one hand.

"Oh, good, you got a table with an umbrella. The sun has never been great for my complexion." There's a statement lingering on that: it's worse now. (Almost a funny joke, though, if it came from someone with a less sinister role in your past.)

"You're not interrupting. Come sit, Murder Guy," Mina says. Her voice seems friendly enough, but you've known her long enough to know that she's ready to throw hands at any given moment. "What's with the fruit?"

"He's my project partner, actually," you whisper to her.

She buckles over with laughter, and soon, you follow, quiet giggles floating out of you.

He looks confused between the two of you as she recovers. "It's for [name]. I, uh, thought to purchase one for the… for their friend as well, but I get the sense that he would rather forget I exist."

"Kind of extra, but I'll take it. I’ll let him know you apologized, too."

He slides the bouquet across the table to you. It's actually kind of a nice gesture—in the middle of it all is a little greeting card that reads, in swooping cursive letters: Sorry for trying to kill you and your friend.

Aw. He bought you an apology fruit arrangement.

"Thanks."

He clears his throat. "Yeah."

"It's a good step in the right direction."

"Uh-huh."

Silence settles over the three of you. He doesn't seem to have brought a friend along. As easy as it'd be for you to just joke with Mina this whole time, you do have work to do, so…

"You know what else is a good step in the right direction?"

Neito pre-emptively cringes. "What?"

"Getting started on this dumb assignment. Let's go ahead and see what Dr. Aizawa's got for us." You grab a fruit skewer and open up your laptop to get started. Neito nods and hurriedly gets out his own things, making the table quite crowded with two laptops and a fruit bouquet.

Surprisingly, the work comes naturally. You settle on a topic and distribution of work after only a moderate level of teeth-gritting and glaring, and leave it to Neito to officially claim it. No major incidents occur, and you're actually quite happy with the way things get settled. You suspect it has something to do with the fact that he feels guilty for everything that's happened, but you'll take getting more influence on the project if that's how you have to get it.

And things move on.

You bring home the fruit bouquet and snack on it while you work on school things. And when you're done and relaxing, you have half a mind to wonder where Izuku has gone off to. You pass it off quickly—he's probably busy, after all, and you don't want to bother him.

Yeah, probably just busy.

A day of classes meets you, barely paying attention. You promised you’d attend all your classes today, and really, two hours isn’t so bad, but you really, really can’t make yourself care today. Two hours of classwork, and then meeting Izuku for pet shopping.

You'd been so excited about the cat that Izuku couldn't help but agree to start the process as soon as possible. So today, getting the necessities, like a cat bed and tower. When you return with a whole mess of things for your future son, you both pile them up in the middle of the living room and start on the biggest thing: assembling the cat tree. Well, trees. You'd picked up one, and, realizing how big the house was, sheepishly asked whether Izuku would be alright with at least a second one. So now you sit back-to-back, each with your own cat tree to assemble. Periodically, one of you holds the instructions or a random, ambiguous piece of tree over your shoulder for an opinion or a complaint, but overall, the night is peaceful. It does much to soothe you, even with the half an hour spent swearing and disassembling your cat tree only to re-assemble it with just a bit more accuracy.

"Should we eventually get a second cat?" you wonder aloud as you deliberate the difference between two seemingly identical pieces of wood. The instructions insist they're different, but if they are, you can't see it. "I mean, the baby might get lonely."

"I don't ever really leave the house for long. Do you think it'll be a problem?"

"I think it depends on the cat, really. I heard they get lonely without another cat around."

"Hmm. We'll meet the cat and figure out whether the one we end up with even likes other cats first, does that sound fair?"

You smile and turn back to your very clearly different pieces of wood.

"Yeah, I'm good with that."

Somehow, things get better. You pick away at your fruit bouquet over the next few days, cat-proof the mansion within reason, and genuinely consider convincing Izuku to install a whole jungle gym for your future son on the walls of the living room.

Nights fall, and without fail, you find yourself in Izuku's bed, or he finds himself in yours. You can hardly sleep without him there, now—though you try to move forward, past everything that's happened to you, it's only in his arms that you stop thinking about the thrall mark you can't see and the things you can't remember long enough to sleep. It's only in his arms that you can ignore your healing burns and the pain associated with them, and move past the memories of thorns digging into your sides, of your best friend falling unconscious to the ground, of begging for someone to call Izuku, please call Izuku, he'll save Tenya, he has to—

But you're safe here. You have to be.

So you keep going. You let yourself fall back to sleep, night after night, with Izuku there to remind you that you’re safe, and a Saturday morning comes to remind you that you did, indeed, agree to sacrifice part of your weekend to having Hitoshi over again to practice the presentation ahead of time and look at re-arranging any potential slides.

You don't even want to think about the stupid thing; you very nearly turn over and let Izuku protect you from the day as a whole, but you’d better do something today before it all goes to shit. All your interest in the Death Adder, the mysterious plane crash, the nearly hundred bodies showing up with bite marks, has evaporated. You're left with a sense of unease at the mere thought of working on it, on working to memorize the details of an event so horrifically traumatic for someone so close to you and be able to parrot them back to a classroom of disinterested university students who're just there to fill their mandatory attendance requirements.

Seeing disinterest on their faces as you talk about everything might just drive you mad.

Still, Izuku had been more than fine with (maybe even enthusiastic to the idea of) having Hitoshi over again, and he’ll be here in a few hours, so once again, you resign yourself to being antagonized by—and maybe even getting along with—Hitoshi until your required tasks are done. In the meantime, you drag yourself out of bed and into your bedroom, where you sequester at your desk, make notecards, and practice idly on your own, whispering the words to your half of the presentation to yourself. They feel too damning to say out loud, and you're forced to dance around them until you find ways to say everything that doesn't make you think about Izuku, about how he must have felt when—

No. Stop thinking about it.

Afternoon arrives, you being interrupted only by Izuku putting food down on top of your notecards, and Hitoshi arrives, too, and soon, you're in the library, flipping through your notecards in preparation, and then, you're practicing with Hitoshi, and then—

…

—then?

Finally, after days of preparation and thought, still with no name in mind, you and Izuku travel to the animal shelter. They have strict rules for adoption, and you've followed them to the letter, a clean bill so you can pick out the cat today and stop by the store for the appropriate food on your way back.

The receptionist greets you with a smile, apparently infected by your enthusiasm. "Name?"

"Midoriya," Izuku answers. "We made the appointment to meet the cats?"

"Certainly. We've gone over your pre-application, so you're approved for any cats you choose. Thank you both, again, for following the process so willingly—we get a lot of complaints about our high standards for potential adopters, but introducing this system dropped the local cases of abandonment and abuse quite significantly."

"Of course." Izuku smiles at her. She takes you to the back, down the hall, to a large room where tons of cats of various ages, sizes, and colors bound around, being perfectly catlike in their mannerisms.

"So, I'll let the two of you look around and meet with your potential new friends for a bit. We encourage you to interact with the cats, and if you have any questions or are looking for any particular breed or care needs, let an attendant know and we'll be happy to help. You can hit that buzzer on the wall to find me at the front desk, okay?"

"Yep!" you chirp. "Thank you!"

She leaves you to your perusal, and you're more than happy for the relative solitude—you go straight to the center of the room, and Izuku follows, watching in amusement as you sit in the middle of the floor and begin to watch for any cat that stands out to you.

"Did you have anything in mind, Izu?"

"I'd like it to be a cat," he replies, smiling wryly.

You snort. "Well, I'd hope so. I mean, do you have any limits on stuff like special needs, or age, or…"

"I mean, I guess I'd be happy with anything? They're all so cute, I'm not sure how I could even choose. And I’ve got time to take care of a special needs cat if that’s what we end up with."

He takes a seat on the floor next to you. Several cats bound right up to him—you giggle when a kitten enthusiastically begins to climb his back.

Oh, you have no idea where to begin on this little venture. There's easily sixty cats in the large room—more, you assume, hiding in various nooks and crannies. There's an attendant who's just come in, bearing a rolling bin filled with compartments of various cat foods. You watch as nearly every cat in the room bolts to her, including the one that had been climbing Izuku. You laugh as it springs off him. "These hoes ain't loyal at all." You giggle. "They left you the second someone had food."

The attendant looks up to see you two, smiling at you. "How are you finding the cats? Meet any that speak to you?"

"Well, I think we're both a little lost. I was kind of hoping one would just… jump out at me. But… Do you have any that don't really like other cats, or that might have to leave the center soon?"

Izuku spares you a glance. You await the attendant's answer as she measures out food.

"Hm… Most of our cats have turned out to be really friendly. But we do have one… He stays away from the other cats, and he won't even come out to eat. He's in that back corner over there, in the tree, if you want to try to meet him. But be careful, he bites a lot. If we can't get his behavior to level out, we may have to…"

"Say no more." You push yourself to a standing position, following her directions to a cat tree in the back corner of the room, where, sure enough, two orange eyes peek out at you from a seemingly impossible shroud of darkness.

And, impossibly, your neck begins to itch.

"'Zuku, are you looking at my neck?" you mutter to him as he comes up beside you.

"Well, I wasn't," he says. "Why?"

"It's… itching."

You gingerly extend a hand into the darkness. You're greeted with a sniff, then pull your hand away as the tiniest black fluff steps out of the dark.

"Oh shit, he's adorable." You hover your hand just within reach, shifting uncomfortably at the continued itching-burning of your bite marks. "Hey, sweetheart, the nice lady tells me you're not a fan of the other kitties?"

To your delight, he meows back. Your neck seems to itch more as he stares at you, and just to be sure, you glance back at the attendant. Her back is to you, and there's no one else in the room. Izuku has reached a hand out to let the kitten warm up to him, in hopes of avoiding a bite, but his eyes are trained completely on the baby.

The cat is the only one looking at your neck. And on closer inspection, two impossibly sharp fangs are poking out of his mouth, the likes of which you've only really noticed on…

"Baby, is that you?" you mutter to it in your best cat voice.

It doesn't answer. It's a cat, after all.

"Izuku, I think he's the one."

"Do you?" he asks, raising his eyebrows. He's smoothed one finger over the top of the cat's head. No biting so far.

"We've taken to calling him Ankle Biter," the attendant says from behind you. You nearly scream—Izuku's quick hand on your shoulder grounds you enough to resist it. "He usually goes for the ankles." "Do you ever see him eat regular cat food?"

She tilts her head. "Sometimes? He doesn't come out until people leave, though, except to bite unprovoked. I can't figure him out."

"Anything else strange about him?"

She places a hand on her chin thoughtfully. "Well, it's odd… We've had Ankle Biter here for a good six months, but he's never gotten any bigger, or really changed at all. By now, he should basically look like a smaller adult, but he just… hasn't changed."

You shoot Izuku a Look™. Whether he understands it, you're not sure, but…

One last test.

The mirror in your pocket, just to be sure she wasn't looking at you. You pull it out, flip it open, and make like you're adjusting your hair.

She reflects perfectly fine. Just for fun, you turn around to look at her, keeping it open, and sweep the area now behind you.

The cat doesn't reflect. Not even his eyes.

You don't know how or why, but someone turned this fucking cat into a vampire.

"Well, that's interesting. I think he's the cat for me. Izuku, what do you think?"

He tilts his head at you. "He's adorable. I'm just surprised you decided so quick."

"Don't you feel it?" you insist, slipping into a grin. You pocket your mirror and grab his arm with both hands. "He's perfect." You grin up at him, squeezing his arm gently. Please, oh please, take the hint. "Can't we get him?"

He laughs, a hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. "Sure." He looks at the attendant. "Should we tell you, or do we need to buzz the front desk for Ankle Biter?"

"I'll buzz them! But, are you sure? I'm serious when I say he bites ankles. Not an employee works here who doesn't get bit by him within the week."

You nod enthusiastically. "Please. We can get him to stop biting. I know a few tricks, and he's just… He's adorable. I can't get over his little fangs, and I was worried he'd get lonely if it's just him as a cat, but since he doesn't like other cats…"

"Well…" She smiles. "I'm glad you've made your choice. I'll get Miranda, and then she'll bring in a carrier so you two can take Ankle Biter home. Did you have a name in mind, for the certificate, or will you stick with Ankle Biter?"

You look to Izuku, who shrugs and nods at you, then at Ankle Biter. Finally, you nod back to the attendant. "Sbeve."

"Sbeve?" she echoes.

It just slipped out, but it's too perfect. You nod. "Sbeve."

"Is that spelled like Steve, but with a B, or…"

"Yep! His name's Sbeve."

She laughs. "Not the worst name we've had for an adoptee." She peers past you. "Hey, Sbeve, we found you a forever home. Won't you be glad to have new ankles to bite?"

Sbeve meows. The attendant calls the front desk, and you listen in amusement as the receptionist realizes you're adopting the apparently infamous Ankle Biter.

"I'll be right there with the crate! Try to keep him from biting before I get there!" she insists. Within a minute, she's in the room, holding a Sbeve-sized crate to carry the boy out in.

You think they're expecting Sbeve to put up a fight. But he merely looks from you to Izuku, then back again, and trots right up to jump into the crate.

"That's amazing," the receptionist says. "All my time here and I've never seen Ankle Biter cooperate with anything that didn't directly get him closer to biting someone's ankles."

You snort. "Oh, I'm sure he'll happily be biting our ankles soon."

She latches the crate door, glancing up at you forlornly. "I'm almost sad to see him go. I'm glad he got out before our boss decided he was too much trouble and wouldn't get adopted, but… I'll miss him."

"For what it's worth, I won't miss bandaging my ankles," cuts in the attendant.

Izuku chuckles. "I'm sure you won't. But hey, we'll keep in touch! Maybe someday Sbeve here will be behaved enough to stay with a second cat."

"More like third," you tease. He shoots you a playful glare.

You return to the front of the shelter, carrying Sbeve's crate the whole way, and finalize the paperwork. It's almost solemn, especially when you're asked to take a picture to prove you're leaving with the infamous Ankle Biter that's surely terrorized this shelter for ages now. Sbeve is quiet the whole way home. You can't help but smile the whole time, securing his crate in the back for the ride to the pet store.

In solitude, Izuku finally has the chance to ask. "So why did you pick up on this one so quickly?"

"Two words," you say, glancing back at Sbeve's crate. "Vampire kitten."

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Edible Arrangements: Twenty-Sixth Bite: Vampire Kitten

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A/N: YEAH BITCHES I LIED A BIT updates will be every other sunday if I can stay on a schedule because I like it more than Monday updates even if it would've been neater dates this month. Here's where shit gets high stakes (trying to update on a schedule but also I don't have three chapters banked in advance to update with lmao). Let's see if I can actually make it happen!

Chapter Summary: You and Izuku acclimate Sbeve to the house. The day of presenting finally arrives, and then you work on your OTHER group project.

Warnings: blood and biting and vampire things

Word Count: ~4300

"So, you're positive." Izuku's eyes dart to you, knuckles whitening rhythmically on the steering wheel as he takes in your little theory. Sbeve is silent in his crate. It's funny how much like a cat he isn't.

"Absolutely."

"What makes you think he's a vampire?"

"Teeth," you say, "and reflection. He fails the old mirror test outright. Besides that, he doesn't come for food, and he literally is infamous for biting his handlers. It’s not like he can survive on nothing. And then he sets off my bite marks.”

Izuku opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again. "Fair point. But how are we going to feed him?"

"He can hunt. Or we can feed him the way I feed you."

He cringes. "Are you sure? The ankle isn't exactly the best place to be sacrificing for someone’s meals. It'd be uncomfortable, and I don't want you giving up all your blood to vampires."

"I think it'd be fine."

He's quiet for a bit. "Maybe not all the time. I'll work something out so we have something proper to feed him, too."

"Oh, so it's good enough for you, but I'm not good enough for Sbeve?" You cross your arms. "Rude."

"N-no! That's not what I meant! He's just… I'm worried about you being fed on by multiple vampires at once. What if it's making it harder for you to break out of the thrall, that you keep coming into contact with vampires?"

You shrug. "I don't think that's the case. I mean, it kinda feels like it's getting weaker, and you've been feeding on me for a while now."

"There's just too many possibilities. I mean, we already know so little about vampires as it is, and some of the information even seems to contradict itself. Repeated contact with vampires could be strengthening the thrall, but also, contact with unrelated vampires may be actually causing it to weaken… And then there's the attack, and how your mark reacted…"

"Hands on the wheel, Broccula," you say with a giggle, thumping his shoulder, "and eyes on the road. Let's make it home, and then you can think out loud all you want about this cat and the other thing."

He smiles, re-focusing his attention. "Sorry. Yeah, let's get home."

When you arrive home, you find little difficulty in introducing Sbeve to the house. The front door’s secure, the doors to the other rooms are closed for now, and you and Izuku crouch on either side of the crate.

Izuku does the honors, swinging the crate door open and waiting for Sbeve to come out to investigate. His first steps onto the carpet are slow and tentative, and before he gets very far, he turns around and blinks at both of you in turn.

Briefly, you wonder when the last time he bit someone was. He pads up to you, nosing at your blistered hand and giving you two tentative licks.

"Are you thirsty, baby?" you coo at him, turning your hand over to run a thumb over Sbeve's cheek. He purrs into it, continuing to sniff at your palm. "You don't really act much like a cat, do you?"

You offer him your other hand, the one not covered in bandages.

He sniffs that one, too…

And bites it.

His teeth pierce your skin easily, and you will yourself as best you can not to flinch. Izuku moves, but you shoot him a meaningful look at Sbeve drinks his fill. When he's done, he presses a rough tongue to your bleeding finger and purrs as he turns back around to explore the house.

"I told you," you say as Izuku finds the first aid kit to bandage up your finger, "vampire kitten."

"You're ridiculous," he says. Despite his words, a smile rests on his lips.

If you're being totally honest, the prospect of giving this presentation after everything that's happened is less than appealing to you. More so by the fact that you feel totally blindsided by the presentation date actually arriving—trauma and Halloween and kittens overwrite all your thought processes until something like a film class presentation feels so unbelievably stupid in comparison. Who gives a shit about presenting? Tenya could be dead right now, your arm looks like you've been paid to be the test dummy for a SFX makeup artist, and you’ve got a kitten at home who might miss you.

But the presentation day comes, and Hitoshi shows up on time with an easy, tired smile on his face, and asks how you've been doing like he doesn't know what your past few weeks have been like. You give him one of those non-committal non-answers that people give when their response isn't what anyone wants to hear, and he accepts it with that look you give people when you want them to know that you hear what they're really saying, and you leave it at that.

When your group's turn comes up, you take your place at the computer to run the slides, let Hitoshi run his racket, then switch seamlessly. You're not a fan of standing up in front of everyone, not on the first day Izuku has recommended you leave your arm unbandaged, but you swallow down the feeling and follow through on your bit of unraveling Yagi Toshinori's life. By the end of it, as you're both answering the begrudging questions offered up by students who don't really want to care but who are being graded on whether they ask questions, you've almost managed to detach yourself from who the man you're talking about was.

Almost, however, is never quite the same as good enough.

Though you receive ambiguous praise from your professor when the two of you take your seats, you have a bad, near-metallic, taste in your mouth between the thought of Izuku's dad and the pain and discomfort that comes with your arm being visible and in the state it's in. As the next group sets up, Hitoshi leans over to speak to you.

"How's your arm feel?"

"Stiff," you grumble back, "and thoroughly gawked at. Good job on your part, though."

He nods back. "You too." He shifts a little in his seat, fidgets with something on his bag. Eventually, you can't ignore the sense that perhaps there's words in his mouth, waiting to be said.

"Did you want to say something?" you whisper.

He shakes his head. In this classroom, where the lights are dimmed to let the projector shine, he gives off a faint glow.

Two hours of sitting in variably-lit classrooms and staring at people’s under-designed PowerPoint slides can’t be over soon enough. The sunlight afterwards is a welcome hug, even with the November cold wrapping around you. You cut across the quad at a leisurely pace, reveling in the feel of the cold air on your arm.

And then, across the quad, you spot Tenya, and the energy whipping up in you from finally being able to move around in the fresh air has you breaking into a run to catch up with him. You’ve barely seen him since he left Izuku’s care.

Your heart sinks a little once you're close enough to really see him. It's almost funny, in a sick sort of way, the way both of you sport matching burns winding around your arms. He's come to the same conclusion as you—long sleeves hurt worse than the looks you receive with the short ones. You’d compensated with a tank top and a zip hoodie, worn open and with only one sleeve actually on. Tenya seems to have opted instead for short sleeves. You imagine neither of you are fully comfortable, regardless.

"Tenya," you say between labored breaths as you finally catch up to him. "I didn't expect to see you here."

He looks you over, mouth slightly agape as his eyes roam over your own exposed burns. They've become quite the sight—in many ways, it looks worse than when it happened, colors all dark and pestilent on your skin, and it certainly draws some unwanted attention. From Tenya, though, despite the way his gaze makes your skin itch, you don't mind the looks. It's not like you're not looking over his arm in turn.

"How are you holding up?" he asks.

"Oh, you know." You throw your free arm behind your head, rubbing the back of your neck. Textures feel so weird beneath your fingertips now. "I'm keeping with the routine Izuku prescribed, but he insisted the bandages come off today, and I'm not liking the looks I'm getting."

He drags his eyes away, a frown on his face. "I apologize."

"Oh, no, you don't need to worry. I know you're not, like, gawking at me. You're about the only person I can stand looking at my arm at this point, actually. Well, you and the doctor, obviously."

If he realizes you mean Izuku, he seems to appreciate that you chose to obscure that fact as he slows his pace to walk alongside you.

"Are you healing alright? I know it hurts. The pain's been excruciating for me."

He nods. "Your landlord sent me home with a list and some medication to keep my own burns on track. The healing process has been exhausting, but I'm glad to be back in classes, at least."

You hum, nodding along. Your brows draw together as you form your next sentence. "You don't have classes right now, do you? I'm done for the day. I thought we could eat together, if you're okay with it. See how we're holding up, spend some time together again."

There's that smile. He seems so much younger whenever he smiles at you, the same way he always has, ever since…

Well, that's not important.

His text tone sounds from his hand, and he glances down at whatever notification. Your own phone isn't buzzing, so you can assume it's not the group chat. His eyes scan the screen, and another text tone chimes as they do. Tenya's face darkens, and he shoves his phone in his pocket roughly.

"Sorry, [name]," he says. "Something's come up."

"Oh." Your face falls. You cast your eyes to your hands, clasped in front of you as they are. "Hey, no worries." A faint glow envelops you as you speak, and not for the first time, you’re glad this quirk belongs to you and no one else.

A heavy arm pulls you close, a gentle, awkward hug that carefully avoids rubbing either of your burns in the process. When Tenya pulls back, he has a forced smile on his face. "I'll see whether I have time tomorrow, alright? I'll text you."

As he leaves you to head home by yourself, your only comfort is that he isn't glowing.

Mina has added Tenya to the group text '[name] protection squad'.

Unknown Number to NPS at 10:58AM

Unknown Number: Tenya, this is Izuku. I know you probably don't want to talk to me, but this is really important. Hitoshi ([name]'s friend from class that's also a vampire) and I have been working really hard, but we could use your help. Mina and Tsuyu are helping as well.

Unknown Number 2: This is Hitoshi. I'll make it quick. We know that [name]'s enthrallment involves you, somehow, and we want to lift it.

Tenya has left the group text '[name] protection squad'.

Tsuyu: well.

Tsuyu: that didn't work.

Tsuyu: let me try talking to him.

Tsuyu to Tenya at 11:14 AM

Tsuyu: hey.

Tenya is typing…

Tenya to Tsuyu at 11:32AM

Tenya: What do you need?

Tsuyu: I think you know already.

Tsuyu: why did you leave the group chat we added you to?

Tenya: I don't intend to get involved with any of that.

Tsuyu: why not?

Tsuyu: I don't want to force you, but…

Tsuyu: Izuku and Hitoshi seem to think you'd be a really big help to [name]

Tenya: It can't be done. I spent years trying.

Tsuyu: I know it hurts, but I think you should hear them out.

Tsuyu: maybe tell them what you tried that didn't work, if you don't want to be directly involved?

Tsuyu: I know you care about [name]. we all do.

Tsuyu: and I for one miss the version of my friend who acted like their full self

Tenya: Truthfully, I don't see a point to any of this.

Tenya: As I said, this isn't something that can be fixed.

Tsuyu: the least you can do is hear them out.

Tsuyu: we’d all like to try, even if you won’t.

Tenya: …

Tsuyu added Tenya to the group text '[name] protection squad'.

Tenya to [name] protection squad at 12:57 PM

Tenya: Let me make this clear.

Tenya: What you are trying to do can't be done.

Tenya: I have tried for years to get them back after the enthrallment.

Tenya: Even if you were to lift the enthrallment, the memories they've lost aren't likely to return after being gone for two years.

Izuku: I'd still like to try.

Mina: ^

Tsuyu: ^

Hitoshi: ^

Tenya: Maybe it isn't as painful for the rest of you, but if it's all the same, I don't want to be involved.

Tenya: I've tried reverse-enthralling them. I've reminded them of what they've forgotten. I died and returned and it didn't fix them. They were shot with holy water right on the mark and they don't remember a thing.

Tenya: The only thing I can think of would be to let me die fully, but there would be no point.

Tenya: They would remember me and our past, and I would be too dead to remember with them.

Hitoshi: I don't think their memories are gone entirely.

Hitoshi: the way they talk sometimes, it's clear they're remembering things that they then can't seem to hold onto.

Izuku: They’ll start talking, say something “off”, and then halfway through, they lose their sentence and refuse to entertain the thought of what they had been saying.

Izuku: The memories are there, they just can't look at them directly.

Tenya: …you'll get some information from me. A list detailing what I’ve tried, and the basics of what they've forgotten. That's all.

Tenya: I can't take part in trying to save them anymore. I don’t have the mental fortitude for that.

Hitoshi: alright

Hitoshi: we're listening.

Each meeting with Neito brings you a new companion to work with. Mina had been first, then began the revolving door: Tsuyu for the next meeting, Hitoshi for the one after that. Then, again, Mina. It’s really a torturous amount of work for two people to complete in such a short timeframe, necessitating digging through plenty of heavy texts that repeatedly have your eyes glazing over and dissecting winding, un-edited tangles no self-respecting writer would call a “paragraph”, all to glean the very beginning of an idea that you’ll inevitably find no use for when it comes to actually writing the paper.

Twice a week, you’ve scheduled to slog through the dullest readings you’ve ever laid eyes on in hopes of outlining the life and ideas of some long-dead Greek man who never even could have conceived of the world you now live in. And now, on the fourth session, you drop your forehead onto your laptop keyboard with a frustrated groan.

Hitoshi’s sat next to you, working on his own studying, occasionally glancing up from his work to make sure Neito hasn’t attempted murder in the past some minutes.

He pretends not to look disappointed when, once again, he proves that he hasn’t.

Neito looks up from his own laptop, blinking the glaze from his eyes. “Having fun yet?”

“I hate philosophy,” you grumble back. “Why should some guy who died before the world as we know it could ever have existed be the one we look to to decide what’s ‘moral’?”

“You say that word like it’s dirty.”

“What?”

“’Moral’. You act like it’s some made-up concept.”

“Everything’s made up, Junior Socrates. Especially concepts that rely on the ideas of men whose brains would implode the moment they were forced to contemplate a lightbulb.”

“And yet, it’s necessary to create an understanding of where the field is now.”

“And why do I need to know that? What purpose does studying these men serve?” You arch a dangerous eyebrow his way. He’s probably going to say some bullshit about how they were foundational to the study, as though foundations never need to be rebuilt or renewed, as though every foundation is a permanent part of existence—

“To get a passing grade and be taken seriously when you argue with people.”

Heavens above, he actually didn’t say the usual bullshit.

“Okay, fine, you get the faintest idea of respect from me.” You lift your head off your keyboard, position yourself for a healthy helping of CTRL + Z to undo the wise words of wisdom your forehead added to your notes document.

“Maybe if you’re getting this dead-headed over it, we should take a break.”

“And what do you propose?” you say, voice dry.

Hitoshi doesn’t look up from his own laptop. “Have you had any weird dreams lately that felt like memories?”

You open your mouth, close it, then open it again, a strangled laugh leaving your throat. “What?”

“There’s not really an easy way to work around the question. I’m asking about whether you think the attack jogged anything loose from your enthrallment.”

You shrug. “I don’t know. I can’t really think directly at that stuff. Why? Not like it’s—“ You catch yourself before the last word leaves you. Important. “It’s all stuff that just gets passed off as unimportant. Water off a duck, memories off my brain.”

“The edges, then,” Neito mumbles.

“What?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing important.”

You ignore the glow, dropping your head next to the laptop this time. “I’ll accept that break now.”

Neito to [name] protection squad at 11:47 AM

Neito: So, strategy: we need to tackle the edges of the enthrallment.

Neito: Think of it like a really, really well-adhered sticker.

Hitoshi: what’s the ‘edge’ of a memory wipe and replacement?

Neito: Depends on what all they lost, I’d guess. Is Tenya still preparing the document?

Tenya: It takes time. It’s not just a statement of facts for me.

Tenya: You’ll get it soon. Just… give me time.

Neito: We should still try the other methods, but I think it would be useful to figure out where their replaced memories are at their weakest and try to pry at those.

Izuku: In other words, try to get them to keep their mind on it for as long as we can?

Neito: More or less exactly. Which means we need to start probing them for information.

Neito: in the meantime, now that I’ve seen how they react to holy water, I do have several theories on things that could possibly lift the thrall.

Izuku: We can give it a shot, but it seems… risky. I mean, they start getting agitated about it pretty quickly once they get onto the topic of things within the scope of the thrall, and they’re not exactly in on this at this point, so perhaps it’s better for us to tread lightly when it comes to pressing on weak memories? And how would we go about figuring out which memories are weak? Even knowing what’s real and what’s fake doesn’t guarantee that we’ll be able to find the “edges” of their thrall to pick at. Unless…

Izuku: Maybe it has to do with how quickly they change the subject? Maybe the stronger the thrall is over a particular memory, the more likely it is that they immediately get frustrated and change the subject, rather than talk about it for a little bit first. And occasionally they do say things and then get confused about what they were saying. Maybe when they get onto a topic like that, we should press it?

Izuku: There’s just too much information we don’t have when it comes to enthrallment.

Mina: woah dude

Mina: that’s a lot of words, but I think I get it!

Tsuyu: so we just need to start paying attention to how quickly [name] decides they don’t want to talk about something?

Izuku: Yeah! Exactly!

Hitoshi: alright. then we should probably keep some kind of notes on what they respond to to make sure that we’re on the same page. it might be better if we take an organized approach

Neito: Except they’ll certainly notice if we all start talking about one particular thing they ALMOST remember separately of each other.

Izuku: Hmm. Would it be bad if they knew we were trying to lift it? I mean, it’s [name]. I’m pretty sure no one wants them to be their forgotten self more than they do.

Tsuyu: I don’t know if YOU really want [name] to be that person again honestly

Mina: yeah. I mean… the [name] that [name] forgot was…

Izuku: ?

Tsuyu: I’m not trying to put you off of it

Tsuyu: but I’m just saying, it might suck. They had a boyfriend, after all. And they were pretty close right up until the moment their memories were rewritten.

Mina: no problems between them or anything, and [name] would have told me

Izuku: right…

Izuku: We’ll burn that bridge when we get to it, alright? That’s all questions that can be dealt with when [name] gets their memories back

Tsuyu: as long as you’re sure.

Izuku greets you when you come home. Every day, he does. But today, it’s just Sbeve, barreling down a staircase too large for his diminutive size and meowing the whole way down. You scoop him up, put a little kiss on top of his little head. He’s grown so affectionate in just about a week.

“Hey Sbeve. Where’s ‘Zuku?”

A tiny meow in response.

“Are you gonna stay this small forever?” you coo, cuddling the cat to your chest as you begin peeking in various rooms throughout the house. Where is Izuku?

Not in the kitchen. No response from the basement, which you’ve yet to have any interest in venturing into. You don’t see him in the backyard, or the library, or either bedroom. You frown as you wander back into the hall.

Sbeve meows again as you pass the secret room’s hall door.

“What’s that, Sbeve?”

Another meow. You glance at the door, see the sliver of light beneath, the way the door is cracked just slightly open. Just enough for Sbeve to have slipped out to greet you.

“Ohh. Thank you, baby!”

But then, you hesitate. As good of a cat as Sbeve is, patiently curled up in your arms while you carry him around two floors and baby him despite the fact that he could be anywhere from a few weeks to a hundred years old with no way of knowing, as much as you don’t want to waste his attentive meowing, that room is…

Sbeve looks up at you. You exhale, peek in. You’ll just see what kind of mood he’s in first, make sure it’s nothing you need to worry about. Maybe he’s just working, just likes the space.

Izuku sits inside, desk lamp casting him in a silhouette as he leans back in his computer chair, an arm over his face, lips moving almost silently as he mutters to himself. You can’t catch the words, though you’re sure they’re there, what little pauses between them betraying a frown. And then, you notice he’s glowing.

Lying to himself. Imagine that.

Curiosity burns within you. If you trusted yourself to be stealthy, if you didn't have the suspicion that the vampirism had improved his hearing, you'd try to sneak in, hear a little better. But for now, all you can do is watch and consider your approach. Like this, despite the knowledge that the halo around his form comes from the fact that whatever he's saying to himself is all lies, however small, you can't help but appreciate just how pretty he is. The lighting, too, accentuates him, casts shadows over his muscles and neck that have you swallowing harshly.

Nevertheless, you should say something.

“’Zuku?”

He lets out a squawk, arms flailing as the chair goes out from underneath him. He hits the ground hard, but you don't hear any crunching or anything indicating he's hurt himself, just a quiet 'oof' and a clatter as he and the chair both hit the floor. Another thing, a growl, tears from his throat in the moment before he realizes who's startled him so, and then he's looking up at you from across the room, mouth slightly agape, cheeks red. "[n-name]! Welcome home! I didn't hear you come in, I'm sorry!"

You shake your head, a little smirk finding your lips as you cross the room and offer your free hand to him. His hand in yours, and you pull him up, a curious tilt of the head aimed his way. "No worries. Is everything okay?"

This close, you can see the tears in the corners of his eyes. You don't think he's been crying, not as such, given the lack of tear tracks and the clarity of his voice, but he may have been about to. That, or his eyes started watering from the force of suddenly hitting the floor. "Y-yeah! I'm fine. The chair's okay, too. I think."

You laugh, shake your head again. "I'm not worried about the chair. You seemed pretty lost in thought, there. I was wondering if something was wrong."

He waves it off immediately. "It's nothing you need to worry about."

"You're lying," you say automatically, then pull an awkward smile to soften the blow. "Sorry, I just mean… Well, you know. You can’t lie to me.”

Izuku pulls a weak smile, one that has your heart cracking just a little. “I’m not really up for talking about it. I’m sorry.”

That, at least, is truth enough. You take it for what it is.

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Edible Arrangements: Twenty-Fourth Bite: The Halloween Episode

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A/N: Happy Halloween!

I'mma be real, a decent part of this chapter is me, the author, being in love with steak. It matters for the, uh, plot. Yeah.

Chapter Summary: You force yourself through the rest of your meeting with Neito and lay out ground rules. After that, a dinner date for the best Halloween of your life.

Warnings: food/eating mentions, mentions of murder/death, abuse mentions, shitty cheating exes

Word Count: ~4200 words

It's an awkward while with Neito after that. You spend the time glancing at your phone, where Mina and Tsuyu (and more rarely, Tenya, Hitoshi, and Izuku) have been making sure to check in with you constantly to ensure you're safe and mentally okay. Honestly, you're questioning the latter, given how much of the conversation is you giving advice to the exact guy who tried to kill one of your best friends like, last week, but, you know, sometimes that's just what life is like.

It's after some time—maybe half an hour, though you're not paying dire attention to the time passing, more concerned about the vampire-hunter-turned-vampire beside you—that you manage to work up to the main point of this whole conversation. "So, here's the thing. You missed sign ups for the semester project in Dr. Aizawa's class."

He's baffled, finally taking his hands out of his hair to look at you in confusion. "Huh? What's that got to do with… I don't know, anything?"

"You were out, recovering from being turned."

He looks at you dumbly, eyes still red from his earlier crying. "…yeah?"

"I also missed it while I was out, recovering from being assaulted."

His face goes pale as the dots finally connect. "Oh. Right."

"Yeah, get the problem now?"

Neito nods, lips pressed into a thin line. "I understand if you'd rather not work with me."

"Well, I mean, the entire point of this whole thing was to figure out whether I was willing to work with you. So here's the rules. We meet in public spaces only. I bring a friend along to all meetings. You can bring along one, but not uh… what was her name? The thorn girl whose quirk practically shredded my skin?"

"Ibara," he answers.

"Anyone but Ibara. I don't trust her."

"She's… changed," Neito says weakly. "Been enthralled."

Your phone nearly slips from your grasp. You save it, barely, by a quick adjustment of your hand. It would be best that Neito doesn’t know how much you already know about the situation, so you put yourself to acting cool about it. "By who?"

He shrugs. "I've no clue. She thinks vampires are… just like everyone else, now. That it's not her place to decide who lives and dies."

"Uh…" You tilt your head. "How is that any different from just being a better person?"

"What makes you think you get to decide what makes someone a better or worse person?"

You pinch the bridge of your nose. "Look, I'm not fucking debating you on whether attempting murder makes you a bad person or not. I'm just… not doing that."

He chuckles dryly. "You know I don't believe half the shit I debate in class, right?"

"Well, you could've fooled me."

Neito rolls his eyes. As if he has the right. "Do go on."

"Any friend but Ibara. I don't care that she's been enthralled, I only trust you on an individual level. Your other friend, the redhead, she's fine."

"You mean Itsuka."

"Yeah. I'll have my own backup. We'll meet exclusively in public spaces, and don't you dare be late to group meetings. Give me your number so we can plan meeting times."

Reluctantly, he takes your passed-over phone and enters in a new contact. You text him to get him your own number, and, satisfied, nod. "We can organize more at a later date. Also, I get the final say on the topic for the project."

"You're asking a lot. I take it you usually like to be in charge?"

You shoot him a glare. "It's for my safety and sanity. Consider this part of your redemption arc from trying to kill me and my friend."

"I didn't try to kill you."

"Well, that little fact's not gonna unfuck my arm, so tough shit."

He sighs. "Alright. We can sort out meeting times and topic later."

"Send me your topic ideas later on today. I'll be busy, so no rush."

There's a rustle coming from the path into the clearing. Your eyes dart to it, finding a shock of red hair. "That being said, I'd better go. As healthy as sitting here comforting and giving advice to the guy who assaulted me is, I actually have a date to get to, so now that all that's sorted, I'm gonna leave you to your friend here."

You suppose she… Itsuka, you mean, came looking for Neito. Either way, you're quick to attempt your escape, although…

Your neck itches.

You stop and make eye contact with her, raising an eyebrow. "You too?"

"Huh?"

"No, nevermind." You shake your head, slipping your bag over your shoulder and brushing past her. As you walk away and begin to make your way to where your car's parked, you hear her ask Neito: "what was that all about?"

Whatever he answers is beyond you now. You unlock your phone and call Izuku.

It's a quick and easy drive back home, and then an arduous, arduous hour obsessing over your appearance. You're a little glad for the distraction—with so much energy being expended on making sure you look immaculate and the outfit you bought with Izuku over the weekend is being worn just right, you don't have to think too hard about the situation with Neito, your upcoming presentation with Hitoshi, or the semester project you need to bang out before November ends. Not to mention exams, or extra assignments, or keeping up with readings for class, or or or—

Inhale. Exhale. Fix your hair.

All of that can wait.

The steak, and Izuku, come first.

There's no sense ruining a good night when you've got a perfectly good bottle to seal your emotions in for now.

Once you're all dolled up, and there's nothing more you can do to aid your appearance, only hurt it with too many layers or too many reworks, you slip out of your room and stride down the steps, feeling a little uneasy in the fancy clothes you've donned.

Izuku has his back to you, eyes fixed firmly out the window. His hair is as unruly as ever, although you can tell he at least tried to tame it, and he's in a fitted, black suit, from what you can tell.

"Looking sharp," you comment with a small smile on your lips, hoping the heat in your cheeks doesn't come across as obvious at the sight of him.

He turns to face you now, and as good as he looks, you can help but let out a stifled giggle at the sight of him. The poor guy has apparently never tied a tie in his life. He looks you over, speechless, as you close the distance and instantly begin to fuss with his tie.

"Almost sharp," you correct, a gentle chiding in your tone as you grin. When his tie is at least in an acceptable state, you meet his eyes, hands still on the strip of fabric. "There you go, now you're ready to eat some world-class steak!"

"You look gorgeous," he replies softly.

He isn't glowing.

Mentally, you reboot.

"I, uh, thank you!" you squeak. "You look gorgeous too."

The sweetest smile rests on his lips as you nervously smooth his tie down one last time. You're sure you're both equally flustered right now, the experience of seeing each other so dressed up bringing heat to both your cheeks.

You shift awkwardly, rocking on your heels as you think of a wait out of feeling so damn awkward. "Well," you clear your throat, "are you ready to go?"

He nods, swallowing thickly. "Yeah, uh, let me make sure I have my wallet, and all that…"

"It's on the end table."

"Right! Yeah!" Izuku laughs, a nervous bark that leaves him vibrating in place. "Haha, yeah, let's… let's head out."

You giggle, following him out and checking the door on your way.

The car ride starts off tense, but as you gently hum to the music of the radio, you feel your shoulders begin to drop. The sun's beginning to set, Halloween is starting properly, and the city lights are beginning to flick on, one by one. With them, a little lightbulb of an idea turns on in your head.

"Hey, after dinner, how do you feel about movies? I know you said you don't like to watch 'em, but if you did, we could maybe watch something together? Some Halloween movie! I'll even let you pick which one!"

He has a soft smile on his lips, though there's a little tension in his eyes as he drives. "Well, I… I can try! It's been a while, and I'd love to watch something with you."

"Great! We can pick the movie later. And remember, if you're uncomfortable at any time, please say so. I don't wanna push you into something you're not ready for."

His smile relaxes a little, less strained. "Right. Thank you."

"Otherwise, I'll ask you, and then you get to either lie to me and get found out, or tell me the truth and get found out."

After that, conversation comes easy, and the silence is peace, rather than awkwardness.

Alexander's is stifling even from the parking lot. You're surprised it has a parking lot, all things considered. Still, you get out of the car and enter with Izuku to an overly refined atmosphere and a quiet, near-empty restaurant. And as Izuku tells the hostess about your reservation, it hits you—there's steak here. Not just any steak, but world-class, bucket list-level steak. And you're going to eat it.

You're ushered to a nice, private table in one of the back sections. Izuku's shaking hand comes to rest around your waist, and you try not to acknowledge the way the hostess looks over your heavily bandaged arm in distaste.

You sit across from Izuku, carefully masking your excitement.

"I know it's no Brazilian steakhouse," Izuku says nervously, "but I hope you'll like the food."

You nod with a grin. "It's Alexander's, 'Zuku. They have the specific variety of steak that I literally have on my list of things to eat before I die. You're fulfilling one of my life goals today."

He chuckles, picking up a menu. "If you say so."

You grab your own menu, looking over with interest.

Once you've made your decision, you try your best to glance around without looking horrifically obvious or out of place. The tables are, of course, the highest class—some sturdy polished wood, finely carved, and with all details hidden by a pure tablecloth without even the slightest blemish anywhere. A gentle mood lighting, music wafting through the room…

You feel a stark contrast to the room, and yet you and Izuku are alone, so you smile and make conversation.

At least, until your waiter comes. "Good evening. How may I—"

Your eyes meet dark ones. The menu slips out of your fingers and onto the table, and the color drains starkly from your face. Oh, he recognizes you. Oh, tonight is gonna suck.

Your ex stands before you in full uniform, notepad and pen at the ready as Yo stands before you with wide eyes.

You think you might hate Halloween.

You and Izuku place the orders you want. Your heart is racing in a way that makes you feel almost motion-sick, mind utterly done with this situation. You can't feel anything towards this man, your waiter, aside from sheer exasperation. If only he would leave you two alone to talk, or maybe he'd get the idea that this is awkward because of him and swap sections with a coworker…

You shift nervously in your seat, fiddling with the bandages that still decorate your arm.

"[name]? Is everything alright?" Izuku asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You yelp, turning your attention to your date… to him, you mean. You're sure this isn't intended to be a proper date. "Y-yeah! I'm alright; sorry for spacing."

He looks you over with a sympathetic smile. "To be honest, places like this make me nervous, too. I always tried to get used to it because Da—because Toshinori said expensive places like this were where he was kind of expected to eat, money and all, but I don't think even he was used to it." His sympathy ebbs away, replaced with something in his smile more nostalgic. Izuku lets out a chuckle, eyes far away. "Y'know, he had a much thinner, smaller form when he wasn't using his quirk, so he used to sneak out with me to go get McDonald's late at night while not using his quirk so we wouldn't be caught by paparazzi."

You giggle, pausing to take a sip of your drink. "That sounds like so much fun. My parents would never have let me do anything like that, let alone have done it with me."

His eyes spark with interest at the mention of your parents. "You don't really talk about your parents much. Did they use to be pretty strict?"

You nod, feeling the awkwardness and the exasperation of seeing your ex slip away as you prepare your answer. The moment the words touch your lips, though…

"Complimentary bread. Please enjoy," he says, placing a basket between the two of you. Yo meets your eyes directly, as if to challenge you, and every bit of exasperation comes flooding back. Honestly, if you'd already gotten your steak and couldn't miss out on it from acting up, you've half a mind to just… punch the smarmy look off his face.

Still, you can't turn down good bread, so you bid him a begrudging 'thank you' and reach for a slice from the basket.

"Is there anything I can do to better serve the two of you tonight?" he asks. He knows damn well what he's doing.

You wave your hand politely, forcing a smile onto your lips. "No, no, that's quite alright, thank you. We're enjoying the quiet ambiance of the restaurant."

"Well, your meals will be ready soon. Thank you both for waiting patiently."

"Of course!" You tilt your head, finding it hard to keep up the smile. Yo looks you over; you're sure that he's intentionally waiting around just long enough to make things awkward before he turns and brushes away, leaving his back towards you.

Izuku's eyes dart between Yo's back and your face as you heave a sigh. "…do you two know each other?"

"It's nothing important," you lie. "He's probably just bored, since there's almost no customers around tonight."

He nods, frowning. "Right… So, um, what were we talking about?"

"Parents," you answer quickly. "You asked about mine, since I never really talk about them. The truth is… Well…" Your eyes dart down to the basket of bread. Instinctively, you reach for another slice. "They're strict, yeah. Hyper strict. Like, "required approval of each of my friends before I could keep talking to them" strict. I used to have to sneak around to talk with Mina, and she had to get really good at acting so that when they did meet her, they wouldn't find any flaws in her to pick out as reasons why I couldn't be around her." You frown, gripping the bread in your hand tightly. "Of course, that wasn't enough, so long as she had a visible quirk."

"I see… So they tried to ban you from talking to Mina?"

You nod. "They have a whole laundry list of what makes a person "acceptable". The person must have a quirk, but it can't be one that's potentially harmful or that changes someone's appearance in any way that they consider too "drastic". So, acid production, black eyes, pink skin, and horns? It didn't matter how perfect Mina seemed as a person. They didn't like her quirk, so I had to start sneaking around."

"Really?" He has a sad look about him. "That sounds awful. So, you don't talk to them anymore?"

You shake your head. "I moved out before I even graduated high school. Couldn't take it anymore, and then I…" You furrow your brow. Try as you might, you don't remember how you ended up leaving home, or even where you went at the time. "I got emancipated, which was a whole thing, but… I don't remember… How…"

He tilts his head. "You don't remember?"

Frustrated, you grab for yet another slice of bread. "I'm sure it wasn't important. Just know that I left home when I was 17, and that thanks to all that, we aren't exactly on speaking terms anymore."

"I see… This isn't something I really want to press on right now, but are you sure it's just something you can't remember because it wasn't important?"

"What do you mean?"

"We know you're enthralled. And we don't know exactly what it did. Is it possible that your memory of that time has been erased?"

"I… I guess, I dunno." A twinge of pain spikes through your head, the beginnings of a headache. "Yeah, uh, can we not talk about this right now? It's not important."

"Right. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bother you with it."

"It's okay, just… I dunno, this whole thing just slips off my brain anyway, and it's starting to make my head hurt."

He furrows his brow, a frown etched on his lips. "I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean to hurt you. How about you take a minute to breathe and let the headache pass while I run to the restroom?"

You nod, waving him off. He makes his retreat, and you move to pull out your phone, taking slow, measured breaths as you check your messages.

Alien Queen to Real Housewives of Ossenfelder at 6:46PM

Alien Queen: [name] my LOVE

Alien Queen: how's the totally Not a Date going?

Little Mx. Polygraph: code black

Frog King: oh shit

Frog King: who?

Little Mx. Polygraph: yo is our waiter

Alien Queen: oh hell no

Alien Queen: give me ten minutes and I'll make him disappear

You suppress a giggle at the message.

Little Mx. Polygraph: I appreciate the offer, but I'd rather not

Little Mx. Polygraph: he's just a waiter, and I haven't mentioned it to Izuku yet

Little Mx. Polygraph: he definitely recognizes me and is acting a bit weird, but how much can one waiter hang around during a meal?

Frog King: That depends.

Frog King: is it a busy night for Alexander's?

Little Mx. Polygraph: kinda empty tbh

Little Mx. Polygraph: I guess no one wants high-class dining on Halloween

Alien Queen: well shit

Alien Queen: he's probably got ample opportunity to date-crash then

Alien Queen: alright, planning time

Frog King: why not tell Izuku about him?

Little Mx. Polygraph: I… I dunno, it feels like…

Little Mx. Polygraph: you know

Alien Queen: you're worried because anyone with eyes could put two and two together with them in the same room?

Little Mx. Polygraph: maybe!

Little Mx. Polygraph: it's embarrassing to admit

Little Mx. Polygraph: like yo is Izuku's asshole twin or something

Little Mx. Polygraph: ugh

Little Mx. Polygraph: speaking of which, gotta go

Little Mx. Polygraph: talk soon

Now again comes your waiter, man of the hour, smiling as he refills your drinks. Seeing Izuku gone, he looks to you. "Didn't expect to see you here, [name]," he says. "Let alone on our slowest day of the year."

You sigh. "Please, Yo. I already have a headache."

"I mean, you've missed me, right?" he asks sweetly. You wonder how you ever thought he was a genuine person—in hindsight, the way he speaks to you is just so…

Fake.

"After all, you went and found a guy who looks pretty similar to me. It's a little uncanny, honestly."

"It's none of your damn business. I'm really not up for causing a scene, so please just… do your job and leave me alone. We don't know each other, we've never met, we have no history. You're a waiter and I'm a paying customer, and that's it."

Izuku slides into his seat effortlessly, a glare fixed on Yo. "Is everything alright, [name]?"

"Yeah. Nothing to worry about, okay 'Zuku?"

"…okay…"

It's clear he doesn't believe you, but he has the mercy to wait until Yo leaves before he asks. "That waiter…?"

You drop your head into your hands. "My ex."

Izuku looks surprised for a moment, eyes flicking between you and the spot Yo had been standing in. "Oh. Your ex."

"Yeah. He was petty and awful and cheated on me and to this day I don't know how he got around my quirk for so long."

His eyes light up in interest, chin coming to rest in his palm. "He actually managed to get around it? While lying to your face?"

You nod. "It was the weirdest thing. Sometimes I thought he might have been lying to me, but he just… didn't glow. He slipped up once and Tenya saw him and told me and it all just came crashing down." Man, this is the worst date conversation topic. Right up there with the stabbing or your shitty parents or the (pseudo?) quirk's hold over your ability to remember things. "I think he must have taken my quirk as some kind of challenge. If you can lie to the lie detector and get away with it, you can do anything."

"I see… That must have been awful. I'm sorry you had to go through that."

You pause, take a long sip of your drink. "I mean, it's okay. It sucked, yeah, it sucked a lot, but… I've had worse, you know? And as much as it hurt, it was an important lesson. I'd gone my whole life thinking it was impossible to lie to me. He taught me that it wasn't."

"Still… Will you be okay? Do you want me to ask that we get a different waiter?"

You shake your head. "That won't be necessary. So long as he behaves." You set your cup down, maybe a little too hard. "I'm sorry about all this. Tonight's supposed to be nice, and it feels like we're just focusing on all my past problems and shit. It's not like you're my therapist."

"Oh! Speaking of which…"

You tilt your head to the side. Did he go looking for a therapist for you that was on his insurance? Does he even need insurance? "What's up? Oh, wait, before you go any further—hold this."

You hold your closed fist out over the table. Curious, he reaches his hand out for you to drop "this" into. As nervous as you are, you slip your hand into his and let it rest on the table.

His reaction is so worth it. The poor man goes red, the flush burning up his ears and down his neck. "I—guh—um—"

You smile and squeeze his hand gently, tilting your head sweetly. With a quick motion, you subtly gesture towards the other side of the room, where Yo is sweeping in with your plates of food. "Just go with it," you whisper.

He nods dumbly, babbling something you don't catch and slipping into a cute smile. "I—I was thinking about getting a—"

"Got your food here," Yo says. He's got to be interrupting deliberately at this point, but you make a show of letting go of Izuku's hand and looking shocked at him anyways. "For the lovely lady, our dry-aged ribeye from Sanuki, Japan, served with a chanterelle sauce and a side of Australian truffle mashed potatoes. And for you, sir, the Chilean sea bass. Please enjoy."

As he speaks, he sets out the plates in front of you, and you have to suppress the urge to cry at the sight. The perfect, beautiful, wonderful slab of meat, still slightly hot, wafting up at you…

You ignore Yo as he leaves. Your brain slips away from conversation as you slowly, carefully cut into the meat. Your knife glides through it like butter, and you begin to choke up at the perfectly cooked cross-section.

When the meat enters your mouth, it's a transcendent experience. You've forgone the sauce on the side, merely tasting the steak as it melts on your tongue and sends your body melting with it.

The world stops. For the longest moment, it's you, and the sensation of the perfect steak in your mouth. Nothing reaches your ear, you're floating on air, your mind is perfectly, blissfully, blank.

And then, a hand on yours.

You blink, and swallow, and you realize Izuku has reached over the table to your knife hand, gently shaking you out of your out-of-body experience. "You're crying," he observes quietly.

Your cheeks are wet, upon observation. You can't bring yourself to care at the moment. You simply nod and go in for another bite.

After a moment of watching you, Izuku smiles, and returns to his own food. He's happy to privately watch you have one of the best experiences of your life, and he's happy to know that this was possible because of him. There's something bittersweet about the whole thing, and for a moment, the silliness of sitting down and pretending to be human for a night strikes him.

It doesn't quite stick. Like water, it rolls off, and the two of you enjoy your dinner, tucked away in a quiet corner of a quiet restaurant.

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A/N: WE REMAIN ON SCHEDULE. I also figured out how to make formatting not break when copying from Scrivener, so this went much faster! Have a, uh, Thanksgiving chapter in December, lmao

Chapter Summary: It's nearly Friendsgiving! You finalize your project with Neito and have a good time with your friends.

Warnings: Some medical talk regarding dislocated bones, the general existence of Thanksgiving

Word Count: 3800+

You regret to admit as much, but you might actually not totally despise Neito. Sure, there’s still that lingering unease around him, and no, you still won’t meet him without backup, not even after three weeks of uneventful project work interspersed with angry debates. But… weeks of chatting with him and no major incidents have steeled your nerves. All the lingering unease is just that—lingering. And now the end of this stupid philosophy project is in sight, and you’re nearly free, and you find yourself actually willing to have pleasant conversation with him, not an underlying accusation in sight.

(Of course, none of that to say the conversation wasn’t awkward. Just less unpleasant.)

Mina was on duty today, but she’s stepped away to the restroom, leaving you to make conversation alone. “So, uh,” you start, closing your laptop at the end of your final pass-through of the paper. “Doing anything for break?”

Neito’s fingers still on his laptop keyboard. You’ve got no idea what he was typing, but you know it wasn’t in your shared Google doc. His wheels turn for a moment before he answers.

“I’m not sure. I… My… Things are weird now. With my family.”

You hum as you pack up. “I guess it’s your first holiday as, uh… this.”

He nods. “I can’t say I’m on very good terms with Itsuka after this. The drive home will be rough.”

“Itsuka? The one who turned you, right? Is she…”

“My stepsister,” he finishes. “We ended up at the same university. She’s… I can’t say I’ve really talked with her about all this.”

“You haven’t?” You raise an eyebrow. “What, have you just been avoiding each other for the past month?”

Neito lets out the longest sigh he can hold. “Essentially, yes. I woke up, she told me about what I need to know as a new vampire, and then we haven’t had a real conversation since. It’s all, ‘are you adjusting well?’ and ‘getting on okay in your classes?’ The rest of the time, we’re just… hovering around each other.”

“Is it because you don’t want to talk to her, or because she doesn’t want to talk to you?”

“Neither, I think.” He runs a hand through his hair. Maybe it’s only because you hadn’t spent much time together, but he’s looked more disheveled in the past weeks than you had ever noticed before. “Or maybe… maybe I don’t know how to talk to her anymore. How do you talk to someone after that? Perhaps I was in the wrong when I took it on myself to hunt innocent people, thinking myself a hero, but… even if I deserved the consequences received, I don’t know how to talk to someone who hurt me so deeply.”

You sigh. It’s clear that he’s hurting a lot from this, and your sympathy wars with the ongoing aches in your arm. “Have you considered getting a therapist?”

“Hm?”

“I mean, like, I’ve been through some shit. I mean, obviously.” You gesture to your scarring arm. “But even before that, there’d been some bullshit. I went to therapy for a little while after that. Would’ve kept going if my finances didn’t tank, but either way, my therapist was really cool.”

“Some bullshit?” He raises an eyebrow. “Like what, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oh that? I got stabbed. And some other stuff, too, I guess, but it wasn’t all that important.”

He hums thoughtfully, fingers returning to flying across his keyboard with whatever he’s doing. “You said your therapist was good? Can you point me their way?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s, uh… shit. What was her name?” You genuinely can’t remember. It’s hazy, a name on the tip of your brain, but every time you brush against it, it slips away. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember. I’ll dig into my records when I’m home, I sure I wrote down her info when I was still seeing her.”

“Don’t worry about it; take as much time as you need. I admit I’m a bit wary of seeing a therapist without a good recommendation, so it would be of great help to me.”

“Yeah, sure! I’ll submit stuff tonight and go digging for my old therapist’s info for you. Sound good?”

“Please.”

It’s bitter, mostly, this sort of parting. Mina returns from the bathroom, and you gather up your stuff in relative silence. Things could have been different, you think, but then your arm brushes against the metal of your chair and leaves an angry burn behind, and you shake it off.

You’ll get him his therapist, and then you’ll be done with this, all of it.

You make your way home. You’ve got a kitten to play with, a paper to submit, and a therapist’s info to dig up. You call out to Izuku on your way in, but no one replies, just Sbeve barreling at you at top speeds from the top of the stairs. Sbeve’s proven to be quite the cuddle bug, curling right up in your arms as you walk around the house looking for Izuku.

He’s not downstairs. He’s not in the basement. You don’t find him in the kitchen, the library, or his secret study. Then, just for completion’s sake, you glance outside and realize his car isn’t even here. He must not have mentioned he was going out.

No matter. It just gives you time to focus on other things—Sbeve to cuddle up with you while you go through your laptop. A chill, quiet night in. You can work with that.

The group of them meets up on campus, the sun already having set in the November cold. They meet up under a streetlamp outside the library. In attendance: Tsuyu and Mina, representing the only humans present. Also in attendance: Izuku, Neito, Hitoshi, and an unexpected face, accompanying Hitoshi.

Neito is the first to recognize him. “Dr. Aizawa?”

“Monoma. You have a project due tonight, as I recall.”

He shakes his head, waves it off. “We finalized it earlier. [name] should be submitting it sometime right around now.”

He nods, lets out a long-suffering sigh. “Sorry for crashing the Disenthrallment Council or whatever you’re calling it. Hitoshi asked me for advice, as his sire, so I guess I’m also helping out with this.”

“No, no problem!” Izuku says, waving his hands a touch frantically. “It’s rare to see you outside of staff meetings!”

Dr. Aizawa arches an eyebrow at him. “You don’t even work on campus.”

“Well, I… Y-yeah, I guess so!” He clams right back up.

“So, then. Who’s leading this, anyway?”

“Leading?” Mina echoes. “No one’s really a leader here. We’re not really directed enough for that.”

“I’ll start us off, then. I don’t have all night.”

“R-right…”

“What’s the current status on trying to disenthrall this student?”

Tsuyu raises her hand, more out of instinct than anything. “We’ve just gotten information from Tenya about what the enthrallment covers this week. We’re still figuring out a strategy, kero.”

Neito nods. “We thought to start trying by sort of prying at the “edges” of their memory, but…”

“What’s the “edge” of a memory, anyway?” Mina complains. “It’s fine to say that, but what does that even mean?”

“Like where their memories are weak?”

She hums, dissatisfied with the answer.

“I thought I was finding the edge of one of those memories at the end of our project meeting today, but it seems I was unsuccessful… I doubt I’ll, personally, have many more opportunities.” Neito sighs. “It’s a shame, too.”

Dr. Aizawa looks over each of them slowly, tired eyes closing as he thinks. “So, what you’re trying to do is get them to focus on the weaker parts of the thrall?”

“Yeah,” Hitoshi says. “We’re looking, basically, for bits of memories where they don’t seem to change the subject as quickly, and pressing those.”

“Why don’t you look for a way to force them to look at the memories as a whole?” he asks.

Izuku shakes his head. “It’s no good. They start reacting pretty negatively, and last time, they got a very serious headache. I’m worried that it’ll create more damage by forcing them to face the thrall head-on.”

“Are you worried it’ll hurt them, or are you worried that it’ll be uncomfortable?”

“Well, I… it’s not that, i-it’s just…”

Dr. Aizawa sighs. “You were a medical doctor at one point, weren’t you? Have you ever handled a dislocated shoulder?”

Izuku cringes a bit. “I have. And I understand what you’re saying, but—“

“Then you know that sometimes forcing a patient through the pain is necessary for them to do any healing.”

“But it should be done by a trained professional!” he protested. “You risk so much more damage to the dislocated joint if you put it back without the correct training, the correct precautions, the right approach and technique and—“

“Do you think you’ll find anyone who has that training in this situation? As far as I’ve heard, no one alive knows how to do what you kids are trying to do. There are no experts, and there is no right approach or any sort of training. You’re just going to have to do the painful thing.”

“I don’t… I don’t know about all that…” Izuku says, quietly and to himself. The conversation is already blazing forward without his enthusiasm.

“If you were to take the route of forcing them to acknowledge their own memories, then I guess the best route would be to present them with evidence of things they’ve forgotten. They’ve had their memories overwritten, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“There should be evidence somewhere to prove what’s actually happened. If they’ve got pictures hidden somewhere from back then, or if there were videos of them doing something they don’t remember doing, for example. Give them something they can’t look away from.”

“In other words,” Neito says, his phone buzzing in his hand, “smash the thrall.”

He checks the text, an eyebrow raised.

[name] to Neito at 6:04 PM

[name]: okay so project’s uploaded

[name]: I did some digging and found an email exchange with my old therapist

[name]: looks like she’s not currently open to new patients, but she’s got a waitlist you can get on to be contacted when she’s got time

[name]: anyways here’s her page

[name]: small.link/clear-skies-clinic

[name]: I remember her being really, really good and helpful, so hopefully she’ll be useful to you and everything. there wasn’t really much of anything I couldn’t tell her and feel comfy.

[name]: good luck with your new biting thing. or whatever.

Neito’s eyebrow arches higher. Not much they couldn’t tell her…

Neito: When did you see her, again?

[name]: weird question, but ok

[name]: like, two-ish years ago

“I guess I have some old pictures? But [name] might just think they were taken after they and Tenya “met”…” Mina has a hand on her shoulder as she brainstorms.

“We’ll have to spend some time gathering evidence.”

Dr. Aizawa nods. “It has to be enough evidence that they can’t possibly come up with an argument for it. I don’t think just a few pictures is going to cut it.”

Neito tunes them out, opening up the link you sent. There it is—the therapist’s contact info, a professional picture of her—pleasant expression, glasses, white hair with little shocks of red. Below the photo, the text reads: Dr. Fuyumi Todoroki: Licensed Mental Health Counselor, EdD, LCMHC, LCAS.

“Hey. Van Helsing wannabe.”

Neito’s eyes snap away from the therapist’s email address. “Hm?”

“Wow, you actually answered to that.”

He rolls his eyes. “What?”

“Are you listening or what?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. Our resident thrall was texting.”

Hitoshi rolls his eyes in return. “If you could pay attention, that would be great.”

“No, no, I think the distraction was good. How long do you suppose therapists keep their notes?”

“If they’re following local regulations, seven years, kero.” Tsuyu tilts her head. “Why are you asking?”

“I may have something of a debatably ethical idea.”

Fall break settles nicely around you. All projects out of the way, homework binged on the first day of break, finds you instead focused on texting and trying to coordinate any kind of holiday feast with your friends. Draped across the living room couch, you text, keeping one eye on the little ball of fluff perched atop the cat tree.

capris are for drinking to Friendliest Friends at 1:59PM

capris are for drinking: Alright bitches it’s noon I need you to wake up and sound off @ET come home

ET come home: excuse you, I’ve been in the dance studio since like 6am

ribbit: that doesn’t actually disprove that you were sleeping

capris are for drinking: @I Must Proceed With Speed sound off

I Must Proceed With Speed: Oh, good. Someone changed my nickname again.

ET come home: <3

capris are for drinking: <3

ribbit: <3

capris are for drinking: it is now officially fall break!

ET come home: fall break started yesterday

capris are for drinking: not according to the fall 2050 academic calendar it didn’t!

capris are for drinking: anyways shut up

capris are for drinking: and give me your guyseseses schedules

capris are for drinking: we need to coord friendsgiving and I’m free infinitely at the moment so I’m the common denominator

You hear movement behind you. Sbeve hasn’t left line of sight, which leaves one option…

“Hey, Izuku. Plans for holiday stuff this week?”

Izuku freezes in the doorway to the kitchen area, staring at you blankly. “Oh. I forgot about Thanksgiving.”

You shake your head. “Not Thanksgiving. But we do do a Friendsgiving-type thing. I’m working on organizing it with the usual group, but we will need to figure out where to host. We could do it here, if you’re okay with it…? Obviously you’re invited.”

“I’ve got no plans or anything, so feel free! I can help put it all together and everything, too.”

“We do it like a potluck feast. Mina, Tsuyu, and Tenya all would be bringing stuff, so we won’t be worrying about all of the food.”

He comes to lean on the back of the couch as you text and talk. “So who’s in charge of what?”

“We haven’t figured it out yet. Let’s see…”

ET come home: I’m good for tomorrow if you guys are

I Must Proceed With Speed: I don’t have any particular plans, though the notice is short

capris are for drinking: yeah, sorry about that! it’s been… you know, a lot, recently.

capris are for drinking: school bullshit and prepping for exams and like, writing an entire paper with… well, you know, tenya

capris are for drinking: what about saturday? would that work better?

I Must Proceed With Speed: much better.

ribbit: works for me!

ET come home: I’m down!

capris are for drinking: great. zuku says we can host here if that’s okay?

ET come home: oh good more excuses for you not to leave the house ;)

capris are for drinking: fuck you <3

Their agreements sound off, and soon, with Izuku peeking over your shoulder and offering suggestions, food is coordinated. It’ll take some time preparing—in fact, probably the rest of today planning and shopping—but you wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Planning is, actually, the worst part. You find yourself sitting at the kitchen counter, notebook in front of you, head in your hands as Izuku takes inventory of the fridge and pantry.

“I can’t do it,” you moan. “It’s so much thinking. My brain’s too fried.”

“It’s not that bad. Look, what does Tsuyu always bring?”

“Kickasserole.”

“Is… is that the official name?”

“Didn’t used to be, but we renamed it. It’s kickasserole these days.”

He laughs, then nods. “Okay, so we don’t need to worry about the casserole. What’s Mina always bring?”

“Pie. Oh my god her pie is so good. She brings, like, four of them. We don’t need to worry about dessert.”

“Great! No worries about dessert, then. What’s Tenya bring?”

“Tenya always brings the turkey, but he hasn’t been coming ever since his—“

You stop. Furrow your brow.

…

“…sorry,” you say after a long moment. That’s strange. You had a sentence in your head, but it just… vanished. “My head kinda hurts, lost my train of thought there. So I was saying, that leaves us with bread rolls, mashed potatoes, drinks. Mina does alcohol, but Tsuyu’s not much of a drinker, so we should have another option or two on deck.”

Izuku watches you for a second. You shift under his gaze, nervously turning back to your notes. “What was it you were saying before?” he asks after a moment.

“What?”

“Tenya hasn’t been coming ever since what?”

You arch a brow. “What are you talking about? I just met Tenya in, like, January. Of course he hasn’t been coming.”

“I’m just saying, y-you didn’t even think about including him in your plans, right? You just already knew to do so.”

“Yeah? Friendsgiving is with the lunch bunch. It’s not like I’d exclude him. We’re over that whole fight, I think. And I’m not the only one deciding, after all.”

“But he also didn’t seem surprised by your suddenly bringing it up,” he presses. “Isn’t that weird?”

You shrug. “I probably brought it up like, last week and just forgot. We run into each other on campus all the time.”

He frowns, but says nothing, and you return to planning, then to shopping, then to prepping, all in a smooth line.

Tenya is the first to arrive that day, carrying in a hefty tray with you-know-exactly-what as you hold Sbeve back. He sets it down, and it’s not long until the other two arrive—Mina with her pies, carried in in two trips, and Tsuyu with her kickasserole. The meal settles in, your friends with it, and the day passes without incident. Even Tenya and Izuku seem to be getting close to getting along. Kind of.

They leave in the opposite order they came. Tsuyu has to leave to pick up her brother from his friend’s house, Mina rolls out with a sly look that implies she’s wanting to give you alone time with your housemate. Tenya is the one who lingers, petting Sbeve’s head with three thick fingers in your living room as you walk him to the door.

“Thanks for coming,” you say at the door.

He nods. “Of course.”

“It was short notice and all.”

“I really don’t mind. It’s good to be flexible!”

You sigh, smiling as not even a hint of a glow comes to him. “Thank you, then.”

There’s a moment where both of you pause at the door. The pair of you stand there, not speaking. Sbeve’s purring fills the silence between you, and in that air, your questions hang.

You wonder where Tenya gets his drinks. He’s never so much as looked at you, Mina, or Tsuyu for blood, although your collective knowledge of his vampirism is fairly recent. Still, to not even have asked… has there ever been a moment where he seemed to be off? Thirsty? Is it the family hospital? How would his brother feel if—

…his brother?

“…say, Tenya—“

“Before I go, I’d like to speak with you,” he says, and he’s not looking at you. His eyes are past you, where Izuku has frozen on his way into the kitchen with plates in hand.

“O-oh! Uh, no problem. Would you prefer this be private, or—“

He barely takes a moment to consider it. “Yes, actually. If you don’t mind, [name]…”

“No, no! Go right ahead.”

Your vampires head further in, and you’re left with Sbeve, sitting on the couch with Tenya’s dish, waiting for them to have their talk.

“I need to apologize to you.”

Tenya says it before the door’s even closed, his voice low, and Izuku bristles.

“O-okay?”

When the door clicks closed, Tenya lets out a long, sad sigh, his hand lingering on the doorknob. “I have been unfair to you from the moment [name] mentioned you. I’m sorry for that.”

Izuku is silent, staring at him with a furrowed brow. When Tenya lets him marinate in the silence, he gives in to speaking. “Why are you apologizing now?”

“Stop trying to break their thrall. The others will be fine, but…”

“Why?”

“You haven’t gone through the information I sent you?”

“I know that the two of you have known each other for a while, but…”

Tenya meets his eyes, a deep-set frown on his lips. “Their thrall is likely not possible to break. But if it is, and you do it, you will be driving them away. They will likely remember who they were when they were enthralled, and though I don’t deserve it, if they truly remember me…”

“I get it. That’s a choice [name] will have to make for themselves.”

“You’re going to keep trying? Even if it means you lose them?”

“It’s not about that. I’m doing this for them, not me.”

Izuku has to wonder. He hates it, but he has to wonder: would he be lying, in your eyes?

“I’m sure there’s plenty that you’re smarter than me about. You have the years and experience to have reached that point, not to mention far too much schooling. But I think you’re doing something incredibly stupid by choosing to keep on with this.”

Tenya cracks the door, about to leave. Izuku flashes him a thin smile. “Thank you for apologizing.”

“I doubt it will happen again.”

Izuku watches Tenya leave. He needs a moment to himself.

Tenya comes to you alone, Izuku nowhere in sight. You nearly miss him on his way out the door, though your attention snaps to him the moment you hear him.

“Mind if I ask what all that was about?”

“I do, unfortunately,” he says.

You smile. “No worries.”

There it is again. That awkwardness. There’s something hanging in the air. A kind of tension in your chest, a closure that’s missing, that can never come, because you haven’t the first clue what you’re even looking for.

“Thank you again. I know you don’t like Izuku, so… thank you for playing nice with him tonight. Please tell me you weren’t in there threatening him again.”

“No, nothing of the sort.”

To your relief, he isn’t lying. You pass him back his dish, brain reaching for the question you’d wanted to ask him before, but you can’t seem to get a grip on it.

“Have a good night, Tenya.”

This is weird. This is really weird.

He pulls you into a hug, soft and big and painful on a level you can’t understand.

“Good night, [name].”

On your porch, he pauses, looking back at you. “Before I forget. You wanted to ask something before, didn’t you? Sorry I interrupted you.”

You shake your head. “I can’t remember what it was. Don’t worry about it, okay, Tenya?”

He nods and bids you one last goodnight. You watch him go.

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Edible Arrangements: Twenty-Third Bite: Working On It

First - Prev - Next - M.list - Ao3

A/N: happy fuckin uhhhhhhh august

thanks to @bring-me-tea for beta reading as always!

Chapter summary: After several days of recovery, you finally return to classes and confront your problems head-on. Also, you get asked on a date.

Warnings: talks of murder, permanent injuries, mild trauma that’s not super delved into, confrontation, some food mentions, ambiguously healthy interpersonal decision-making

Word count: 4600+

You are alone.

It took what felt like ages to be able to do this, just to be able to wake up in the morning, get dressed, and grab your bag to drive to class. It's been a week, closer to two, and you have to start going to class again. You have to.

Izuku sits across the room, laptop perched on his lap. He glances at you when you stop at the door, tilts his head in concern. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yeah. I mean, Tenya's clear and attending classes again, and he got way more fucked up than me. I just... I can't stay out of class forever."

"Well, no, but..."

"I can handle it," you say quietly, mostly to yourself. "I have to."

"Okay... Call me if you need me, okay?" His brow is furrowed. You can tell he doesn’t want to let you go, but you... you’re going to be strong.

You nod and leave him, determined to face the day alone.

You can't do this.

There is one outstanding, key factor that you didn't consider about returning to classes today:

Neito Monoma sits, unusually quiet, outside the classroom before the prior class lets out. He stares at the ground, hardly acknowledging when a classmate attempts to garner his attention. He waves them off, then his eyes land on you on his way back to staring at the floor.

You freeze.

No, no, you can't have a panic attack here. There's too many people, and you need to get back to attending class. Just because Tenya and Izuku are working together to secure a doctor's note explaining your absence (although you're sure the burns on your arms would be more than enough to get your absences struck from your grades) doesn't mean you can skip class forever.

Tenya is strong. You can be, too.

You lean against the far wall, avert your eyes from Neito and glue them firmly to your phone. Mina and Tsuyu (and even occasionally Izuku, Tenya, and Hitoshi) have been texting you throughout the day, ever since you mentioned you wanted to come back to classes today. Their texts calm you, but still your eyes dart to watch Neito in between texts.

Every time he speaks to someone else, he glows a little brighter. You can't bring yourself to think too hard on why—you're focused on the sensation of pain as you pointedly grip your forearm to keep yourself grounded and typing back a suitably calm-sounding message to the group chat.

You're restless, ready to run at any given moment. Alarm bells screaming in your head at his presence, begging you to get away from him.

You turn, ready to bolt, only to make eye contact with your ever-bedraggled professor.

A sigh.

No escape now.

You approach him, taking measured breaths. "Professor!"

He releases his own sigh. "[surname]. You've been missing from both of my classes for the past week or so."

You laugh nervously. "Uh, yeah, about that, actually!" You hold up your bandaged arms. "I had something of... an accident? I've been recovering from my injuries and helping take care of my friend, who also got hurt during it, and I'm working on getting documentation, but the hospital's being weird about it, and—"

"Come see me during my office hours. We'll discuss all this then."

You nod, sliding your phone into your pocket. "Yeah, sure! Thank you for understanding, I'll be there."

He walks past you, and you exhale. Your neck has been itching that entire time—a brief respite, followed by the itch returning.

You hope you haven't got a rash of some sort.

"[surname]. Take a seat."

You set your bag down and take a seat, as instructed. Dr. Aizawa finishes whatever he's typing before looking at you fully, and as your neck begins to itch, you begin to understand a little.

"There's rumors floating around that last week, two students were attacked by another pair of students." He's always so dry when he speaks, as if he's entirely unamused by whatever it is he's talking about at the time. Right now is no different, although he does seem to be at least mildly interested in what you have to say.

"Oh?" You shift uncomfortably, placing a hand over the bites on one side of your neck.

“The details are annoyingly fuzzy, but that’s the basic jist of it. But, as I’m sure you’re well aware with your quirk, the truth is a little more complicated than a simple assault.”

You nod silently, fighting the urge to check your phone.

"Here's my question: Did two vampire hunters attack two vampires, a vampire and a human, or two humans?"

There's little revelation to be had in Dr. Aizawa casually dropping the idea of vampires into the conversation. Not so long as your half-formed theory about your bite marks itching was right.

"They... They attacked a vampire and a human."

"I don't suppose you've heard anything about the vampire in the equation?"

"He's okay. He made a full recovery."

"And I don't suppose you're aware that you're not fully human."

The accusation stings. He’s got his fingers laced together in front of his face, biting gaze looking right through any lie you might have been inclined to tell. "I know I've been enthralled, but I don't know who by or what they did. I also know that that's the reason my arm ended up like this."

"You're more knowledgeable than the average human is supposed to be."

"I'm not an average human."

"Final question. I can make some guesses, but how did one of the vampire hunters who attacked you end up a vampire before any of you came back to class?"

"What?" You jolt, the surprised noise the only breath you can manage.

"Today was his first day back. His mark isn't visible, but I've seen enough fledglings to know the signs."

"You must be mistaken. There's no way, Izuku and I have been together this whole time, Tenya's not been gone long enough even with his quirk, Hitoshi—" Your train of thought squeals to a stop.

Hitoshi.

"If I had to guess, someone tried to exact revenge for the attack on me and my friend."

"And yet, they left him alive."

"I don't... I thought being a vampire meant you were technically dead?"

"It’s more like, you've died, but didn't stay dead. In any case, I've confirmed what I needed to know.” He sighs slow and long, rubbing his temples with one hand. “You and Monoma will both have your absences excused from the past week. There is, however, an unfortunate matter."

You tilt your head. "Huh?"

"Groups for the semester project. Both of you missed signups. Normally, I'd just stick you both in the same group and ignore any emails complaining about your group assignments, but given your circumstances..."

"I'll be okay. I mean, it's gonna suck, but... Well, I mean, it can't be... I don't think he..." You sigh. "Can I speak with him before deciding what to do?"

"You want to speak with him." He raises an eyebrow, leaning back in his seat. "He attacked you, unprovoked, and you want to speak with him."

You clam up a little, nodding as you stare pointedly at the edge of Dr. Aizawa's desk. "I mean... he thought what he was doing was right. I have to... Maybe, now that he's... now that he's done this, and he's like that... maybe he's realized why it wasn't."

“He tried to kill your friend. He very well could have killed you, too. Do you not have any sense of self-preservation?”

“Well, I mean... He’s...” Your stomach turns. “Please don’t make me question myself. I want to talk to him before I make any decisions. If you’d rather I make the decision now, that’s fine, but I’m not going to not want to talk to him.”

"You're fairly naive." It's not meant to be an insult, just a simple observation. "Most vampires unlearn that pretty quickly. You’d do well to do the same.”

You tilt your head. "I'm not a vampire, professor. More than anything, I just want to understand."

For half a second, you think he might be smiling. Just as fast, he’s back to his neutral, exhausted expression. "Alright. You can speak with him first. But don’t take your time; I need to know by the end of the week what you’re going to do about the project. Everyone else should already be choosing their topics.”

You nod. “Right...”

“Email me once you've made your decision. It wouldn't be easy by any means, but I imagine it'd be easier to do the project alone than work with someone who’s assaulted you.

"It... it shouldn't be a big deal. Thank you for your concern, I'll let you know when I've made my decision."

"Take care of yourself, [surname]." ~ Izuku is nowhere to be seen when you arrive home. You imagine he's downstairs, or in his office somewhere. Still, you call out for him, and he doesn't respond, so you make your way to the library to study and try not to think about the day.

It lasts about five minutes before you decide that there's no real way you can't think about your day. Five more before you set down your book and reach for your phone.

occult weirdo to Vampire, but Annoying at 2:54PM

occult weirdo: hey

occult weirdo: I have a question for you.

Vampire, but Annoying: what's up?

occult weirdo: why is neito a vampire now?

Vampire, but Annoying: what

occult weirdo: he was in class today. acting shady, lying to everyone.

occult weirdo: I talked to dr. aizawa about my absence and he knew about the attack

occult weirdo: asked if I had any idea why one of my attackers has become a vampire since it happened.

Vampire, but Annoying: ok well

Vampire, but Annoying: I know what happened to him but I have nothing to do with it

occult weirdo: you don't.

occult weirdo: check how much I believe you right now

Vampire, but Annoying: I don't. Itsuka asked to be the one to talk to him.

Vampire, but Annoying: I handled Ibara

occult weirdo: tell me she's not been turned too

Vampire, but Annoying: she hasn't

Vampire, but Annoying: I enthralled her

occult weirdo: how bad?

Vampire, but Annoying: all I did was make it so she doesn't think vampires have to die anymore

Vampire, but Annoying: promise

occult weirdo: ...okay.

occult weirdo: I'm gonna interrogate you about this again later, in person

occult weirdo: now I have to figure out what the hell to do about neito

Vampire, but Annoying: I mean, he's got enough to deal with right now

Vampire, but Annoying: if itsuka really turned him, he's probably having a hell of a time trying to cope

occult weirdo: well that doesn't mean that my absence didn't result in me not getting paired with him for the semester project so I kinda still gotta deal with him

Vampire, but Annoying: oh shit

Vampire, but Annoying: that sucks

Vampire, but Annoying: what are you gonna do?

occult weirdo: talk to him

Vampire, but Annoying: well that's a stupid plan

occult weirdo: well it's my plan and I'm using it

Vampire, but Annoying: good luck I guess

occult weirdo: thanks

occult weirdo: I've gotta go, but thanks for being honest (?) with me

Izuku's head pokes into the library. "Hey. How was class?"

You sigh, hug your arms close to yourself. "Well..." You think of the look on Neito's face as he lied, lied to everyone around him. How scared he seemed. How scared you felt. "No."

"No?" He stifles a laugh. "That... that wasn't a response to the question, [name]. What happened?"

"Neito was in class."

The smile drops off his lips. "The guy who..."

"He's a vampire now."

He blinks slowly. "He is?"

You nod. "And I either have to do a massive semester project on my own, or work with him."

"What? Why?"

"We both missed signups, so we get automatically stuck together..."

Izuku doesn't seem quite sure how to respond to that, except to give you a sad look. "Do you want help on the project, since you'll be doing it yourself?"

"I don't think I can get help from a professor, but thanks for the offer," you say, quirking your lips in a short-lived smile. "Besides, I... it's not... I don't think I'll be doing it alone. I want to at least try talking to him. And if things go bad, well... He taught me a tip or two on how to fight vampires, so. I'll fend him off."

"Do you think you'll have to?"

It takes you a long moment to decide on an answer. "No, not really. He... we haven't talked yet, but he seems to be taking it... well, not well, but he's certainly taking it."

"Just... please be safe, okay?"

"I will," you say. "I promise."

You shift your hands so they're out of your line of sight. You don't want to know whether your quirk pinged that or not.

"Well, I have a proposal for you."

You raise an eyebrow, finally setting your phone aside. "A proposal? Color me intrigued, Doctor Midoriya."

His cheeks flush pink. "W-well, I was thinking, and, like... Y-y'know..."

"I don't think I do."

"W-well, a lot's happened, right? And we spent a lot of time getting you settled in and everything, and sure, I-I've been buying you food and stuff..." He begins to talk with his hands. It's endearing, the way he begins to wave them about as he stammers. Reminds you of someone. "And you've got basically everything you need, but, y'know, t-this wasn't the initial deal, not really, and..."

Your heart stops as you register his words. "Are you kicking me out?"

"N-no!" His hands flail out. "No. No, I just... I-I'm supposed to be, your um, y-your ˢᵘᵍᵃʳ ᵈᵃᵈᵈʸ, and all I've done is... give you food money and a place to stay?" Izuku’s voice pitches high at the words ‘sugar daddy’, almost impossible to pick out without a little bit of strained effort.

"You mean, keep me alive?" You stifle a laugh. "That and pay for gas. And you bought me books and a cheese danish that one time. Hot cocoa, too."

"No, I mean, that's not... Yeah, I'm doing all that, but... you've been through a lot recently, and I'm really supposed to be doing more than this, like I'm supposed to be giving you stuff, too, and all that, so... W-what I'm saying is that I could, um, there's this restaurant downtown that's apparently really good, and they have your favorite steak, a-and I could get us a reservation?"

Ah. You've been revived. Your heart races at speeds previously unmatched. "Steak?" you ask, voice pitching up. "When?"

"Well, um, I was thinking Halloween, if you're not doing anything that night?" As a matter of fact, you don't have any plans yet. "...how much steak?"

"As much as you want."

You swallow thickly, desperately trying to reign in your reaction. "What's the restaurant, again?"

"Oh, it's um, Alexander's."

"Oh." Your voice pitches high. No big deal, just the fanciest restaurant in the city that you know of. The kind where you have to know which fork to use, and know shit about wine pairings, and things like that. That restaurant. "Uh huh. Yeah, so, I don't, uh, I don't have Alexander's-worthy clothes."

"Well, obviously I'd get you something to wear. I'm not going to make you go to a place like that without buying you something to wear there."

"W-would we actually be able to get a reservation? I mean, it's so nice there, I'm sure they're fully booked for—"

"I made the reservation two weeks ago," he says, skin glowing.

You narrow your eyes. "Are you sure?"

Izuku winces. "Um, maybe closer to a month?"

"Izuku."

"I know, I know! Just, you talked a lot about steak when we first met and I know you really like it and I thought if we were living together and doing all this stuff then maybe we could do a nice dinner every once in a while, I just didn't know how to bring it up before, and, you know, I figured if you stuck around me long enough that we could actually make the reservation, it would be a nice way to thank you..."

"Thank me?" You raise an eyebrow, surreptitiously grabbing your phone and searching up the restaurant's menu.

He rubs the back of his neck with one hand, the other nervously tugging at the edge of his shirt. "Well, yeah. It's... It's only been a month, but still, you've been here. This house feels alive now, where it used to just be the shell I rotted in. And... No one ever sticks around even this long. I've lived the past fifty years in isolation, essentially, and you broke through that. Is it wrong to thank you for those things?"

"No, I just... It seems like nothing compared to everything you do for me. I'd be happy without you doing all this for me."

"But I want to."

You finally find the menu, carefully zoom in to look it over out of the corner of your eye.

Your jaw drops when you finally see it.

"Izuku."

"Y-yeah?"

"Alexander's has certified Kobe beef."

"Yes." He gives you a single nod.

"And I'm allowed to get it?"

"Of course?" he says, sounding confused.

Your phone hits your lap, menu forgotten in favor of processing what you're being offered. "Seriously?"

He nods.

"But..."

"Don't worry about it! I wanted to do something nice for you, and besides, don't you think it'd be nice to get your mind off things for one night?"

You stand, yanking him into a tight hug. "Thank you. How about after class tomorrow, we go shopping and figure out how I’m going to look like anything other than a sore thumb on Halloween.”

The time passes on. You drag yourself to class the day of Halloween, prepared but dreading actually talking to your attacker.

You don't want to forgive him. You don't want to redeem him for what he's done. He hurt you, he tried to kill one of your closest friends. There's no undoing that. But... you want to believe he can do better, if only he knows that better can be done.

That, and you really don't want to do the semester project completely alone.

Maybe you're being naive. Maybe this is a stupid plan, and you should transfer to an entirely different university and take on a new name, dye your hair, and spend the rest of your life in long sleeves or putting makeup over your burnt forearm. Izuku might even spring for it, if you asked him desperately enough.

But still, there's something in you that wants to try, and so you go to class. You sit there, the whole way through. And when he tries to book it at the end of class to avoid any of your classmates who might want to talk to him, maybe ask him about why he's so dodgy and looking so depressed throughout class, you shoot out your hurt arm and grab the strap to his bag before he can get away.

"You're not avoiding this," you say shortly. "We need to talk."

"I've done enough; I have nothing to say to you." He's short, sweet, and to the point. Nothing like his usual smug ass.

"Yeah, well I don’t give a shit. I have something to say to you.” You drag him (almost quite literally) to the little clearing behind the EUC and push him down into the bench. "Now let's talk."

He sighs. In the natural lighting, he looks pale and sickly, with dark bags beginning to form under his eyes. "What do you want?"

Now, with him before you in a wrinkly button-down and barely-matching shorts, you second-guess this whole plan. You aren’t even quite sure what you were going to say before. Maybe you should have planned that out before dragging him out here and sitting him down.

So, for a moment, you study him. He’s studying you back, standoffish and maybe something like hurt in his eyes. It's a hot day, and you wore shorter sleeves, so his eyes seem to dance across the bandages climbing your forearm in search of an answer to some unspoken question. "Well?" His eyes land on your neck—you feel it clearly, the itch that begins to spread from his gaze. If nothing else, you can be pretty sure that’s a vampire thing.

"You attacked me. You attacked my friend."

"He was... he had you in his thrall, didn't he?" His voice sounds so broken.

You frown. "I... I don't think it was him."

He blinks, shock registering across his face. "You're sure it wasn't?"

"Well, I didn't say that, but..." You sigh. "Look. Tenya's one of my closest friends. I've known him for years, and I know he's a good person, even if he can be overbearing or... intense, at times. I find it hard to believe he would have ever done that to me."

“You can’t just trust a vampire like that. Are you dumb, or are you stupid?”

“I’m someone who knows my friends.”

He rolls his eyes. “So you’re stupid, got it.”

“At least I’m not a dumbass who thinks it’s acceptable to assault and attempt to murder innocent people.”

“They’re vampires! They’re not people!”

White-hot rage begins to bubble up at your core, and you narrow your eyes. “So what about you, then? You think you’re better than them? You think you have the right to determine who lives and dies?”

“I’m not better than anyone,” he says, “not anymore.”

“You never were. Come on, you’ve got to have had some realization that what you tried to do was wrong. Even if we admit as fact that vampires aren’t people—which is honestly just you being an asshole more than it is anything else—it's still awful to kill animals for no reason.”

“And yet, people still hunt.”

“You’re a monster.”

“How’d you guess?” He rolls his eyes. “Was it the vampirism?”

“No, it was the total lack of concern for the fact that you tried to kill my best friend and seriously injured me. Do you give a shit about other people at all?”

“You think I don’t?”

You pause. “No. I don’t. I… I think you’re someone who was trying to help, but through the wrong avenues.”

“I was.”

“So you know you were wrong.”

He scoffs. “I wouldn’t say wrong.”

“But look how you ended up.”

“Yeah. I’m a monster.”

You roll your eyes. “Look, I’ve met a lot of people with a lot of different quirks. And vampirism, it’s just like… from what I understand, it’s like a quirk you can spread. Sure, it has its downsides, but no one is a monster because of their quirk. People are made monstrous by their decisions.”

“Yeah. Right.” He seems disinterested in anything you could possibly say to him. His gaze is somewhere far away, expression all sickly pale skin and haunted eyes. When he’s not giving you smug remarks or snide retorts, he slips into something else, something damaged and scared and unsure of the entire world now that he has changed.

“Come on. We got into a massive debate about this, remember?”

He raises a weak eyebrow. “Huh?”

“It was like, week one of classes. Dr. Aizawa had us talking about monsters? You were so fucking annoying with how you were saying shit like you knew better than anyone else in class, but you were making a great point. A quirk or a quality a person has might predispose them to being bad—which is bullshit, by the way, it’s society’s perception of these qualities that drives them to badness, and we’re not debating this right now so don’t fucking try me—BUT even if one’s quirk is ‘evil’ or ‘takes advantage of others’ or any of that sort, nothing is inherently bad. Vampirism isn’t evil, but attacking and killing people and controlling their minds is. Vampirism might drive someone to doing those things, but simply being a vampire doesn’t make you a monster. You’re still the same person, you just have different dietary needs and some new abilities.”

You watch him think over the words, tentatively taking a seat on the bench beside him as he contemplates. Dimly, you wonder why the hell you’re saying any of this to him, why you’re trying to convince the most insufferable prick who also literally assaulted you of anything.

But you believe people are inherently good, so there must be something good still in him.

“I wasn’t a good person before the vampirism.”

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t be a good person.”

“I don’t want to have this conversation with you.”

You smile bitterly. “Well, maybe you should have thought of that before attempting to murder my best friend and doing this shit—” You wave your bandaged arm in front of his face. “—to my arm. Fingertips to upper arm. There’s almost no chance this will heal well enough that I don’t scar massively. If I’m not careful, it could even get infected. And it’s you and your friend’s fault.”

“What am I supposed to say?” he snaps, voice raw with withheld tears. As he continues, his voice grows steadily in volume and raw anger, wild eyes roaming over you, desperate for an answer. You try not to show how much you’re mentally shrinking back from it. “Sorry? Is sorry going to heal your arm? Will sorry keep you from facing permanent scarring? Are my good intentions going to heal that vampire’s trauma? You think anyone can come back from what I tried to do?” He seems to realize how he’s shouting, and pauses, turning away from you. “No amount of sorry or good intentions is going to make me be better than this.”

Despite your racing heart, despite the pity bubbling up in your heart at the sight of tears beading in the corners of his eyes, you hold fast. “I do want you to say sorry, actually. I want to know that the person who hurt me cares that I was hurt. Tenya and I will work through the trauma, but you’ve got to, too. This shit isn’t something you come back from. But it’s something you can move forward past. You can be better. You’re the person controlling you, aren’t you?”

He doesn’t respond, quiet sniffles floating into the clearing.

You’re not ready to relent. “I don’t want you moping about how you suck for what you did. I want sorry, and I want better, and I want to know that me and the people important to me are going to be safe with you in this city. I already know what you were trying to do. But while sorry won’t change shit, if you can’t even give me that, then yeah, you’re not going to be any better than who you are. On its own, words won’t do shit. But if you can’t even give me some half-assed words, you’re definitely not gonna start trying to be fucking better.”

He mumbles something, and at first, you don’t catch it.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“I’m sorry. I want to be better.”

“Cool. I don’t forgive you.”

His eyes are wounded when they snap to meet yours. You can’t bring yourself to feel guilty about it.

“It’s not that I don’t believe you’re sorry. Actually, I know you’re one hundred percent there. But you still assaulted me and my friend. Are you going to be a danger to anyone else?”

“No,” he says, “I won’t.”

Not a bit of him glows. Your shoulders relax a little, the tightness in your chest gently beginning to subside.

“Alright, noted. We’ll work on getting to ‘forgivable’.”

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