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Afraid of You: Mezo Shoji

Pairing: Mezo Shoji x Shy GN Reader

Word Count: 1035

Summary: You have a crush on Shoji, but you're too scared to approach him.

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Shoji had always harbored a deep-seated belief that his appearance would scare people away. From a young age, he experienced the uncomfortable stares and judgmental looks from others due to his facial features. In fact, he once unintentionally made a girl cry simply because of how his face looked. It was this incident that led him to adopt the habit of wearing a mask, a protective shield to conceal his perceived flaws.

You and Shoji had developed a strong bond as good friends, spending a significant amount of time together. When you finally mustered the courage to confide in your best friend, Ashido, about your secret affection for Shoji, she immediately became determined to bring you two together. Despite Ashido's enthusiasm and encouragement, you found yourself paralyzed with fear and unable to approach Shoji. Consequently, you resorted to avoiding him altogether.

"Why are you avoiding him?" Ashido inquired during one of your study sessions in her dorm room.

"I just can't bring myself to talk to him," you replied dejectedly. "Every time I try, the words fail me. It's easier to stay away."

"You need to tell him," Ashido exclaimed passionately, closing her textbook to focus on the matter at hand. She embarked on a heartfelt lecture about the importance of communication and the necessity of confessing your feelings to Shoji. However, your mind was consumed by the overwhelming fear of rejection that would surely accompany such a confession.

Unbeknownst to you, Shoji had begun to worry about your sudden avoidance. Although he outwardly displayed a calm demeanor, deep down, he feared that you had distanced yourself from him due to his dissimilar appearance. The truth was, he felt an affectionate fondness for you, and he had longed to express his feelings. But with you actively avoiding him, his attempts remained fruitless.

"Perhaps they have found out my feelings for them and this is their way of rejecting me," Shoji contemplated, his thoughts echoing through the silence of his room. "Or perhaps they're simply afraid of me." He gazed at the ceiling, deliberating whether he should reveal his true face to you and whether you would accept him as he truly was.

The following day, as you walked to class, Shoji mustered the courage to call out your name. However, you chose to ignore him, unable to confront the torrent of emotions that would flood over you if you were to face him directly. Yet, as you moved forward, a firm grip clasped your wrist, forcing you to acknowledge Shoji's presence.

"Y/N, why are you avoiding me?" he asked with genuine concern evident in his eyes. You attempted to respond, but anxiety silenced your voice, rendering you speechless.

"Is it because... of my appearance? Are you afraid of how I look?" Shoji inquired hesitantly, his voice laced with vulnerability. "If being around me makes you uncomfortable, then I will respect your decision and leave you alone."

"N-no, it's not like that," you stammered, gently pulling his hand away from your wrist. "I... I'm sorry, Shoji. Can we talk later, please?"

With those words, you turned and walked away, leaving Shoji standing there, his voice calling out to you, pleading for an explanation. The tears that had welled up in your eyes finally spilled over, your emotions too overwhelming to contain.

"I'm sorry, Shoji, but I simply cannot find the words to speak," you confessed silently. "It's not that I am afraid of you, but rather, I am afraid to open myself up to you."

After school, Shoji sent you a text message, expressing his desire to speak with you in person if you felt comfortable doing so. Uncertain about how to respond, you sought Ashido's guidance.

"What should I say, Mina?" you asked your pink-haired friend, seeking solace and advice. "I want to meet him, but I am consumed by fear."

"You have to talk to him," she insisted, her voice brimming with encouragement. "He wants to have a conversation with you, and this may be your chance. Go and talk to him!"

With a sigh, you mustered your courage and replied, agreeing to meet Shoji on the school roof in ten minutes. Determined to confront your fears, you embarked on a journey to the rooftop, where Shoji awaited your arrival. Step by step, you approached him, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Y/N, you haven't answered my question from before," Shoji said softly, his eyes searching for answers. "Are you afraid of me?"

Meeting his gaze, you sensed the genuine hurt in his eyes—the vulnerability he rarely displayed. This was the first time you had witnessed Shoji in such a state. His eyes spoke volumes, reflecting his concern and the emotions he had kept hidden for so long.

"It's okay if you're scared," Shoji continued, taking a deep breath. "But I want you to know something—I like you. More than just a friend. These past few days, I've been struggling to tell you, but you've been avoiding me. Please, tell me why. Why are you avoiding me?"

Stunned, you absorbed his words. All this time, your feelings had been reciprocated? As you peered into Shoji's eyes, you gathered the strength to respond, "Shoji, I'm not afraid of you. I'm terrified to speak because... because I like you too, Shoji! More than just a friend."

"Y-Y/N, you can talk to me anytime," Shoji reassured, his voice filled with tenderness. "I'm sorry if I made you feel this way, but will you be my significant other?"

"Of course, Shoji!" you replied, unable to contain your joy. You embraced him tightly, feeling the warmth of his tentacles enveloping you.

"There's one more thing I need you to know," Shoji murmured, his voice tinged with vulnerability. Slowly, he lowered his mask, unveiling his true face to you. "I have worn this mask for a long time, fearing that my appearance might cause someone sadness. It's alright if you change your mind after seeing me like this."

"Shoji, I could never judge you based on your appearance," you responded, tears of gratitude welling in your eyes. "Thank you for showing me what lies beneath the mask. I love you, Shoji."

"I love you too, Y/N."

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Repost from my wattpad.

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Yuza Rates: My Hero Academia

Summary: Izuku Midoriya gets a quirk and learns what it's like to be a hero on his journey to be the #1 Pro Hero

Plot Rating: 9.5/10 Overall Rating: 8.5/10 What I hate: THE SHIPPING FANDOM Would I recommend: Yes (it's a good anime to start out with too)

Favorite Characters: Iida Tenya, Aizawa Shouta, Yamada Hizashi, Sasaki Mirai, Twice, Mr. Compress Least Favorite: AFO

Opinion: Of course, we need to start out with one of the most popular animes out there. The anime is really really good, but I hate the fandom so much. Don't get me wrong, some parts of the fandom is really nice, but there are others that are just really crazy. I really like the plot and character development for different characters. At first, I didn't like how Midoriya and his personality but as the show went on, I realized that I hated the guy for no reason and that I judged him too quickly.

Experience: I watched this anime in like a month and it's my first anime that I watched. Honestly, this anime is probably the anime that I spent the most amount of days watching. I got into MHA through my sister and she was watching MHA at the time so I decided why not try it with her. I really liked it, but the fandom started making the anime worse.

Character Rant: Iida is literally the best boi and you can't change my mind. He's my first anime crush and I still love him a lot (even tho he tried to kill Stain, but we don't talk about that). Aizawa on the other hand, I hated him. I watched the second season first and watched the first season last (I don't remember why but I did) and that was when he was covered in bandages so I really said to myself, "is that what he really looks like?" I fell in love with him later when I saw his hair tied up in the third season. I honestly don't remember how I started to like Present Mic, but I love him. There's just something about him that I can't put my finger on. Sir Nighteye didn't steal my heart until the part where he was fighting Twice and Rappa. That scene was hot. Twice immediately caught my attention and I love his humor so much. I cried my eyes out when I realized that he dies.

Really good anime, just bad fandom (by that I mean the shipping portion. Some parts of the fandom are chill)

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Introducing: Yuza Rates!

Hello everyone! I'm not very active with creating stories, so I'm going to be making it up by rating different animes that I have seen. THESE ARE IN MY OPINION! DON'T COME AND ATTACK ME IF I SAID SOMETHING THAT YOU DISAGREE WITH! After I get through the list of animes that I have watched, I'll be reviewing animes that I want to watch or I'll review animes that you guys suggest. Please enjoy my little rambles!

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ANNOUNCEMENT

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Me or The Bike: Ryuguji Ken

Pairing: Ryuguji Ken (Draken) x GN Reader

Word Count: 1314

Summary: Your boyfriend is obsessed with bikes and motorcycles. It got so bad that it seemed like he never had time for you anymore. Then, something happens that helps him see your side. 

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Clink clank. Clink clank. That's all you heard from the garage where your boyfriend, Ryuguji Ken, spent most of his time. Known as Draken by his gang members, he had a deep passion for bikes and motorcycles, spending countless hours fixing and modifying them. Initially, you didn't mind his obsession, but lately, it seemed like he had no time for you.

One evening, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You opened the door to the garage and stuck your head in, calling out to him softly, "Ken, dinner's ready."

Lost in his work, he didn't hear you at first. Finally, he looked up, his hands covered in oil, and responded, "Oh, hey Y/N." He walked over, leaning against the door frame, towering over you. "I was busy working. What do you want?"

You crossed your arms and looked up at him, feeling a mix of frustration and disappointment. "How long are you going to be working on that? I said dinner was ready."

He pointed to the black motorcycle behind him that he was currently fixing. "This bike is going to be faster than Baji's and Mitsuya's. It's going to be so sick!"

Sighing, you retreated back inside the house, heading towards the dinner table. It was disheartening to realize that his bike had taken priority over spending time with you.

You began eating alone, as you had been doing for the past few days, with Draken refusing to leave his unfinished bike in the garage. Minutes later, he finally emerged from the garage, looking over at you eating without him. After washing his hands, he sat down in front of you to eat his dinner. He was about to take a bite when you interrupted him.

"Microwave it first. It's cold now," you said, without even looking at him, already busy shoving food into your mouth. The frustration was evident in your voice.

He got up and put his cold food in the microwave, heating it up before sitting back down. By the time he finished, you had already finished eating.

"Wash your bowl when you're done," you instructed, getting up from the table. "I'm gonna go take a shower."

He didn't even glance at you as you spoke, engrossed in his phone, looking for more materials for his bike. Draken nodded absently and started eating his dinner.

You let out another sigh, feeling the weight of the situation. Washing the dirty dishes, you pondered what to do. You understood his passion, but it was becoming increasingly frustrating for you.

"Babe, can I borrow some money?" Draken asked nonchalantly.

"What for?" you inquired, organizing the dishes in the dishwasher.

"Bike parts. There are some that I really need, and..."

You accidentally broke one of the plates as he was speaking. The sound of the shattered plate echoed through the kitchen, startling Draken. He turned around, concerned, and asked if you were okay. But the broken plate was only the tipping point.

"No! That's not the problem here!" you snapped, bending down to pick up the broken pieces, urging him to stay away.

"I can do this myself. Just go look at your bike stuff," you added, your voice filled with frustration and hurt.

Ignoring your request, he knelt down to help you. As you picked up the broken pieces, you accidentally cut your finger, causing you to retract your arm and examine the wound.

Draken noticed and immediately took your hand to inspect it. "You have a cut."

"Thanks, Captain Obvious. I see that," you replied, trying to pull your hand away, but his grip was firm.

"Let go of my hand. It's a small cut, I can take care of it."

Draken didn't say a word but helped you stand up. He turned on the sink faucet and gently placed your injured finger under the running water. Then he fetched the first aid kit and bandaged your finger.

"Go sit down. I'll finish the rest of this. It's my fault that it broke anyway," he said, gesturing toward the broken plate.

"Ken..." you started, looking at him, feeling a mix of emotions.

He met your gaze, and you could tell he wouldn't take no for an answer. Reluctantly, you sat in the chair he had occupied earlier, watching him clean up the mess.

After disposing of the broken pieces, he sat in a chair next to you, resuming his dinner. The silence in the room was palpable.

Finally, you mustered the courage to speak, but the words seemed to elude you.

Draken looked at you expectantly. "Sorry, I should be spending more time with you. I've been so focused on the bike and haven't spent any time with you."

"No, I'm the one who should be sorry," you replied, waving your hands dismissively. "It's what you like to do, and it's your hobby. I shouldn't get jealous over something as trivial as that."

"Wait, you're jealous over a bike?" Draken chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

Embarrassed, you blushed and realized how silly it sounded. "I didn't mean it like that..."

He burst into laughter, nearly falling out of his chair. Draken patted your head affectionately, saying, "I can't believe you were jealous over a bike! That's hilarious!"

"Shut up! It's not my fault that you spent more time with it than me!" you retorted playfully.

He continued laughing, enjoying the lighthearted moment. Finally, he composed himself and smiled at you. "I'll try and spend more time with you from now on."

You looked up at him, your eyes searching for sincerity. "Ken, if you had to choose..."

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue.

"Me or the bike?"

Ruffling your hair, he smiled warmly. "Of course it's going to be you. It'll always be you. I can always get a new bike and fix it. On the other hand, I won't be able to find someone like you."

You removed his hand from your head, feeling a mix of relief and affection. "Are you sure? So let's say I take that bike sitting in the garage and put it up for sale. Would you be okay with that?"

"Absolutely not. I love you, but I need my bikes," he replied with a playful grin.

You laughed, realizing that his passion for motorcycles was an intrinsic part of who he was. "It was a joke, Ken. I know how much they mean to you. Just try and remember which is more important."

He pulled you onto his lap, enveloping you in his arms. Burrowing his face into the crook of your neck, he left a small kiss on your skin. "No promises."

You playfully slapped his arm. "Ken!"

"I'm joking, I'm joking. I'll spend more time with you. How about this? To make up for the broken plate, we go on a date tomorrow?" he suggested, his eyes sparkling.

"Yeah, that would be amazing!" you exclaimed, feeling a renewed sense of hope and excitement.

You kissed him on the tip of his nose, a gesture filled with love. "Now eat your food. It's probably cold again."

Returning to your chair, you watched as he continued eating, appreciating the newfound warmth and connection between you.

"Babe, have I ever told you that I like your cooking?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"No, you haven't," you replied, a playful smirk forming on your lips.

"Then why do you keep making shitty food? Let me make food for once!" he exclaimed, feigning indignation.

"Ryuguji Ken!" you exclaimed, bursting into laughter.

The sound of your laughter filled the room, and for the first time in a while, the clink clank of the garage seemed to fade into the background. As you shared a moment of joy and understanding, you knew that together you would navigate the challenges of balancing passion and love, creating a stronger bond than ever before.

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Rewrote this that was posted on my closed account.

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