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nerves and motorcycle rides
SOUL EATER EVANS x FEM!READER
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[a/n: i'm gonna change my theme so i'll add a header later but i've been rewatching my favorite shows so expect more of these! enjoy !! <3]
© bunnyywritings pls don't use my headers or writing without permission
wc: 1.5k words
warnings: a few swear words and modern!au kinda lol
Maka eyed Soul in amusement, watching as her weapon partner gazed at you in the cafeteria. You had been chatting it up with your meister as you two waited in line, trays in hand. Soul had been crushing on you bad. He was disheartened because he thought you and your partner were a couple but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. 
She had spoken to you at a party a few days ago and subtly asked if you were seeing anyone. You adamantly denied it as your eyes searched the small crowd until falling on a familiar head of white hair, a deep red blush on your cheeks that you had hoped Maka had waved off as the liquor in your cup, that you definitely should not have been drinking. 
From then on it was almost sickening to see the sweet unnoticed glances the both of you threw at each other. 
“Soul, just ask her out already.” Tsubaki suggested lightheartedly, stealing the words that were about to roll off of Maka’s tongue. 
The blonde nodded in agreement. “Yeah, Soul. Cool guys should speak up about what they’re feeling.” She teased. 
“Tch, forget it.” He turned back to look at his food, pushing it around with a fork. “She’s already with someone.” 
“Who? (Y/n)? No she’s not.” Kid hummed as he, Liz, and Patty took their seats at the table. 
“How would you know?” Soul grimaced, waiting for some kind of punchline. 
“Cause she said so.” Patty shrugged like it was the most obvious thing ever. 
“She comes over to get her nails done by Liz and she’s surprisingly very gossip-y.” Kid took a sip of his water. 
“Yeah, she said she had her eye on someone.” Liz moved her eyebrows suggestively at Soul. “She was trying to be vague about her description but it was obviously you.” 
Soul said nothing as he processed all this information. As long as he had known you, you were always a little shy and closed off. Maka and the others had helped you out of your cocoon so, when you all hung out together outside of school, he got to see another side of you. Your boisterous laughter was melodic and infectious, your smiles unabashed and wide, even going as far as throwing around sarcastic and snarky quips here and there. It was his favorite thing to see your cheeks rosy as you joined Patty in whatever silly antics possessed her. 
“Hey guys!” Your meister grinned as you both took a seat. Your eyes scanned everyone  before they met Soul’s. He could’ve sworn they lit up as you sent a shy smile his way. 
Oh Lord, you were gonna be the death of him. 
The weekend came rather quickly and Soul found himself bored and alone at home. Maka had gone to the library with Tsubaki and Kid to study and Blair was working a shift at Chupa Cabra’s. He had cleaned to keep busy but after that, there really wasn’t much to do and it was only 12pm. 
“Oh man, this is totally uncool.” He muttered, slumping into the couch cushion. He stared at the wall for a bit before a vibration against his thigh snapped him out of his daze. Hastily pulling it out of his pocket, he flipped it over and his heart started to beat faster at your picture filling his screen. He cleared his throat. 
“Hey, what’s up?” 
His voice sent a shiver down your spine. “H-Hey Soul, are you-are you busy?” 
“Not at all.” Never too busy for you is what he really wanted to say. 
“Okay, uhm well I was gonna grab s-some coffee and maybe go shopping.” You paused and he waited patiently for you to continue. “I was wondering if you wanted to maybe come with me?” 
He was stunned silent, you wanted to hang out with him? “But only if you want to! There’s-uhm there’s no pressure, obv-obviously.” He thought your panic was cute. 
“Yeah, that sounds like fun. I’m in. I’ll pick you up in…20 minutes. S’that okay?” 
“Y-yeah! Yes, more than okay. See you in twenty!” He could hear your beaming smile and it made his lips stretch into one as well. 
“I’ll see you in twenty.” He confirmed before hanging up. 
He rushed to get dressed, grabbing his extra helmet before driving the familiar route to your apartment. 
Your fingertips were buzzing with nervous excitement as you waited for Soul, however, as a familiar motorcycle came rumbling to a stop not too far from you, your nerves skyrocketed. How could you forget he drove a motorcycle?!
“Hey! Ready to go?” He smiled so gently at you, it almost made you forget about your nerves entirely. Keyword: almost.
“Uhm y-yeah, I just uh…I’ve never been on a-a motorcycle before.” Your cheeks were incredibly red and he eyed as you fiddled with your nails. 
“Ah shit, I should’ve asked if that was okay.” He was mentally smacking his forehead. “I could get us an Uber or something?” 
“N-No! That’s okay, I don’t mind…just a little nervous.”
“Are you sure?” He’d just die if he ever made you feel uncomfortable.You nodded, determination clear in your eyes that made a little smirk lift the edge of his mouth. “Alright, hop on.” 
He got on first, holding the bike steady as you climbed on the seat behind him. You had the visor up on the helmet and he thought it was adorable to see how it squished your cheeks a little bit. “You can wrap your arms around me to hold on.” He looked down and watched as your shaky hands wrapped around his torso. “Hold on tight, m’kay?” You nodded. “If you want me to slow down, tap twice.” He felt your hand gently smack against where it rested near his hip. 
“Good. Just like that.” His praise made your breath hitch.
When he pulled away from the curb, he grinned at the muffled squeak that came from you before you leaned into him even more, arms tightening around him. You were so warm, he could get addicted to your touch if you’d let him. 
At a light, he rested his feet against the ground and without really thinking, he rested his hand atop yours. The feeling of his hand had startled you slightly but you definitely weren’t complaining. A surge of confidence filled your body and you shifted your fingers so they slotted between his. He glanced down and almost couldn’t believe it, the back of your hand was a little cold against his warm palm so his thumb moved to gently caress your skin in an attempt to warm you up. 
His coffee seemed to taste sweeter than usual but he chalked it up to the rose colored tint that you brought to his life. He had bought a few things at the thrift you had suggested going to but he was most grateful for having been able to see you step in and out of the dressing rooms, asking his opinions on outfits, both of you turning red when you had meekly stepped out in a short black skirt with cherries on it. 
Sadly, the day was coming to an end and he had to drop you off back home. 
But as he parked and helped you off of his bike, you seemed to be trying to prolong going inside. You gazed at him for a second. He was leaning on his bike and facing you, half sitting on his seat with his legs spread. He was also letting himself take you in. You had gotten cold and he had gladly given you his blue pullover to wear. 
“Okay…well uhm th-thanks Soul. I had fun.” 
“Yeah, me too…” He looked down at his feet, desperately thinking of something else to say. 
You smiled sadly, upset that you were so scared to make a move. “Goodnight.” He echoed the sentiment and watched you slump back into your apartment building, still in his sweater. 
“I’m such an idiot.” He groaned, moving to pull his helmet on. 
“Soul!” Surprised, he halted his movements and rested the helmet in his lap. 
“(Y/n)? What happe-” You rushed over and he was cut off when your lips met his. He immediately reciprocated and held your waist so you didn’t fall over, smiling into the kiss when a small noise left your throat, deepening it and pulling you closer until your hands rested against his chest. 
Pulling away, you refused to meet his eyes. So he gently gripped your chin and turned your gaze back to him. “Can I kiss you again?” His pleading tone made you weak in the knees, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. You muttered, “Yes.” And he dove right back in. 
Once he was home, a dazed smile was permanently on his lips. 
Not even the text message from your weapon in the groupchat could change that. 
fucking finally !! [image attached]
If anything, he was glad that the moment was captured, almost straight out of a movie. 
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bunnyywritings · 3 days
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OMG BABY IM STILL GLAD YOURE HERE!!!!!!!!
ahh thank you so much anon !! 🫶🏼 I LOVE YOU
idk if this is cause i was gone for a bit but
IM GLAD YOURE HERE TOO
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bunnyywritings · 7 days
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your husband, nanami kento comforts you after a car accident
i was in a car accident today and i just needed comfort so here’s a little something i wrote
slight TW: minor car accident and self deprecation
It all happened so fast.
One minute, you were at a red light. The next, it was green but the car in front of you broke so suddenly and you weren’t quick enough to react.
The sound of crushing metal made your eyes widen, your foot moving to step on the breaks but it was too late, the damage had been done. There was a dull ache in the back of your neck and your chest as you followed the car to a safe spot to pull over and park.
The man who you had hit was too kind given the circumstances, he asked if you were alright and waved off your insistent apologies.
Quickly exchanging information and taking pictures of the damage, your hands shook violently as you sat in your car and watched him drive away.
Moving on auto-pilot, you did the only think you could think of. You picked up your phone and dialed Kento’s number.
You could feel the tears welling in your eyes as you listened to the dial tone ring, what would he say?
You’re bothering him at work. You’re under his insurance, this will definitely impact his rate. God…and the cost. You definitely didn’t have the money to fix your bumper and he would most likely offer to take in the payment. You couldn’t do that to him. This was all your fault.
Why did you have to be such an idiot? Such a disappointment? How could you be so careless to-
“-everything alright?”
A shaky “Huh?” left your lips which had made Kento sit up suddenly in his seat. Making Gojo and Yuji frown in confusion.
“Sweetheart, is everything alright?”
The care and concern in his voice was enough for the dam to open. Tears streamed down your face as you gripped the fabric of your pants with your free hand.
“K-Kento…” Your voice broken and wet had made him tense. “I got-I got into a car accident.”
A whirlwind of worry swirled in his chest. Where were you? Were you hurt? Were you safe?
“Where are you?” He quickly rose from his seat, grabbing his keys from his suit jacket and heading towards the door. “Okay, I’m on my way.” And with that, he hung up.
“What happened?” Yuji’s eyes shifted between Gojo and Nanami. You were one of his favorite teachers as Jujutsu High and the thought of something happening to you scared him.
“She was in a car accident.”
This concerned him greatly, distress clear in his eyes. “Is she okay?”
“I don’t know.” Nanami’s jaw was clenched as he made his way out of the room, rushing to his car.
“Don’t worry kid.” Gojo patted his head. “He’ll take care of it.”
You had sent your location to Nanami, all that was left was to wait.
You had long since shut off your car, staring i to the emptiness in front of you, trying as much as you could to control your cursed energy, not wanting to cause anymore harm.
When Kento pulled up to the scene, he was relieved to see no emergency vehicles around but that relief was gone immediately once he saw the detached bumper of your car.
As he approached, he noticed the dazed look on your face. You had dried tear stains down your cheeks, your mascara a little smudged around your eyes as you stared into nothing. He could also feel your struggle to keep your cursed energy at bay.
His concern sky rocketed when he pulled open the driver’s side door and you still hadn’t reacted. He knelt down so he was at eye level with you.
“Love? Are you alright?” He whispered, gently brushing some hair behind your ear. That seemed to snap you out of your trance. Your head snapped over to look at him, eyes finding his.
His heart shattering when your face crumpled in anguish and fresh tears spilled from your eyes. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry, m’so sorry Kento! M’sorry-!” You were in hysterics. Apologizing through hiccups.
He couldn’t have been more confused. Why were you apologizing?
Nonetheless, he helped you out of your car and guided you into his arms. Holding you so tightly and breathing a sigh of relief. Reminding himself that you were alive. That you were okay. That you were in one piece.
He held you as you sobbed, clinging to the back of his shirt as he cradled the back of your head and placed a kiss to the top of it.
Once your cries died down and you pulled away from him, he decided to ask you.
“Why’re you apologizing?” He wasn’t being accusatory or anything, his tone was soft and gentle.
“B-Because I interrupted you at work and-and your insurance is gonna go up and I have to get the bumper replaced and-“
“Hey, hey…” He cooed, hands cradling your jaw, thumb lovingly caressing your cheekbone and wiping your tears. “Are you injured?”
You frowned. “No.”
“Were they injured?” He was met with a shake of the head. “I don’t care about the insurance rate going up, I don’t care if I need to pay to have your car fixed. I wouldn’t even bat an eye if I had to buy you a new car entirely. All I care about is that you’re safe. That you’re not hurt. A car is an object. It’s replaceable. You are not.” He removed a hand from your face and reached down to grab your left hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing your engagement band and wedding ring with such reverence and care.
“I made a vow to take care of you. Whether that means taking care of you when you have the flu or paying for anything you need.”
This made even more tears flow down your cheeks. “I was so scared, Ken.” He frowned at your confession.
“I know pretty, but you’re okay. I’ve got you.” He continued to press kisses to your palm and wrist. “I left a few of my things at the school but if you wanted to go straight home, then I can just grab them tomorrow.”
“No, that’s okay.” You wiped your cheeks. “We can grab your things first.”
And so you did, his hand was in yours the entire drive there. Only letting go when you left the car.
When you both walked into his office, you were met with an enthusiastic shout of your name and a relieved Yuji pulling you into a hug. “I’m glad you’re okay.” His genuine admission brought a sad smile to your lips.
“You really had us worried there, Nanami looked like he was seconds away from a heart attack.” You frowned at Gojo’s admission, hating that you caused him to worry so much.
“Of course I was, she’s my wife you idiot.” He then turned to you with a smile. “Come on, let’s go home.” You gripped his hand and let him lead you back to his car.
He noticed the wince you hissed out as you pulled your seatbelt on. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah…I guess since the adrenaline is wearing off, I’m probably just sore.”
“Then let’s get you into a warm bath. Hmm?” He kissed the back of your hand.
You were gonna be okay.
He’d make sure of that.
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bunnyywritings · 11 months
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Hi! I was wondering if I could send a request? What if... Bakugo with a drummer s/o? They could have like drum solo competitions and stuff like that! Thanks in advance and please take care of yourself you wonderful bean! ~🌵
bakugou w/ a drummer!significant other
BAKUGOU KATSUKI x GN!READER
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[a/n: it’s been such a long time but I’m back and I feel super guilty about all the unanswered asks in my inbox so I’ll do my best to get those done, thank you for requesting!! enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]
© bunnyywritings pls don't use my headers or writing without permission
word count: 980
WARNINGS: none really! mentions of eye makeup, implied that reader has a quirk (is that a warning??) & kissing
So, you’re actually Jirou’s friend 
You went to another school in the prefecture and when UA was doing their school festival, you were the first person she called 
She was able to get you a pass into the school and Aizawa had taken it upon himself to show you to the dorms
Bakugou isn’t one for gossip but when whispers of a possible student transfer at such a weird time during the year met his ears…he was somewhat interested
And a student from one of the top hero course school’s in the country possibly transferring to UA was indeed interesting
However that was all dispelled when Aizawa had walked into the dorms with you in tow 
He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, his cheeks flushed and his fingertips felt fuzzy, he didn’t understand this tight feeling in his chest and it frustrated him
What frustrated him even more was the way your lips stretched into a grin when Jirou called your name and threw herself at your open arms, which was a little out of character for her
She grinned, garnering everyone’s attention but all Bakugou heard was- “Everyone, this is (Y/n)...best friend…help us with the festival…drummer-
So now, he’s kinda stuck with you
“Okay, so I see what the problem is.” You spoke up once he had finished showing you what he’d learned so far. 
The implication of him having done it wrong had made him scowl. “Tch…problem? What problem? I did that flawlessly!” His frustration only increased when an amused smile had pulled at your lips, a huffed laugh escaping your nostrils. 
“It would’ve been flawless if…” You trailed off as you made your way behind him. 
“What the-” His breath hitched in his throat when he felt your hands on his forearms, your chin just barely brushing up against his shoulder. He swallowed nervously as your hands slid upwards to his wrists before they caressed the back of his hands and you held them in a gentle, yet firm, grip. 
“...you held your sticks just a tad bit higher and-” Your hands now moved backwards. Your warmth leaving him flushed and breathless. Back over his forearms, around his elbows, up the back of his impressively muscular biceps and to his shoulders, your lips still almost grazing the shell of his ear. “-if you just relax a little bit. Loosen up.” Almost immediately, his shoulders sagged the slightest bit. God, he felt so dizzy. He relished in the way your palms kneaded at his tense shoulders for a minute or two before, much to his disappointment, you pulled away. 
He was basically yours from that moment forward 
I think he’d be pretty foreword about his feelings for you, despite his insecurity that maybe he had developed a liking to you a bit too quickly and one-sidedly 
You were quick to voice your reciprocation 
Your favorite motivation tool when he was practicing his set?
KISSES
Works every time, without fail. 
His kick tempo is too slow? kiss
He can’t quite hit his snare the right way? kiss 
He keeps dropping tempo or his sticks? kiss
You were so proud seeing his first ever live performance at the festival 
All the long hours of practicing and making minor but necessary adjustments that seemed like a pain in the ass at the time? So, so worth it. 
Once he was off stage, you basically launched yourself into his arms which had caught him off guard but he had obviously caught you with such ease, his favorite part?
The big fat smooch that you laid on him…right on the lips…in front of all his friends and classmates
I don’t see him as super into PDA but I do believe that in that moment, he couldn’t care less about who saw, he savored the moment and let his lips move in sync with yours
Post-performance adrenaline was partially to blame but still
He ignored all the whistles and shouting
If you’re in a band, best believe that he’d be your #1 fan and biggest groupie
He’d be front row at every show
Has a good handful of your band merch for sure
Best believe he’s hella competitive so if there’s a moment when the both of your kits are set up and there’s a song the both of you know, he’s straight up demanding you to duel it out with him 
He 100% forgets that you’ve been doing this way longer than he has and is flabbergasted when you not only do the song flawlessly but having done it while doing twirls and tricks with your sticks
He brags about you A LOT 
It pisses off Mineta and Denki without fail
He has an entire photo album on his phone FILLED with pictures and videos of you while your perform or practice
If you're into grunge/punk and that’s the genre your band plays AND you look the part? 
Good lord almighty, he thinks you look so hot on stage 
Sweaty, hair messy, eyeliner smudged and a smirk on your lips 
Damn…
If you’re proficient with applying eye makeup, he wants you to do it on him all the time 
(fight me if you don’t think eyeliner is gender neutral cause he’d look great in eyeliner, he told me so himself)
Like he’d pull you into his lap so your could paint on the eyeliner kind of vibe 
Holds you by the waist, “So you don’t fall”
10/10 would love it if you played the drums
He loves seeing your passion for the instrument and loves seeing and hearing you play your heart and soul out
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bunnyywritings · 1 year
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shut up !! this is the cutest thing ever !! 🥺🫶🏼( op i’m so sorry, i reblogged it on the wrong acc then on here like twice )
in which: bakugou only shows his dimples around you
sfw, fluff, dialogue heavy, humour, this is a quick drabble i whipped up from an idea i created ages ago bc my 8k word bkg fic WON'T POST AGHHH!
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"i love dimples, they're so cute!" mina squeals from beside you whilst you were hunched over the dorm's coffee table, finishing outstanding calculus questions you hadn't completed during class.
"me too," you absentmindedly murmur, reaching for your calculator to input a definite integral. "people say that they are kisses from angels, as if that isn't the cutest thing ever."
the pink-haired wails, "stop it! i wish i had dimples."
"if you try hard enough, then maybe," you snort before turning the page of your maths textbook. "i remember people would press pencils to their cheeks to make it appear. it would work for like five minutes."
"well, duh they're not gonna be permanent, i'm not that stupid."
"you always ask me what two plus five is."
"uncalled for, that's not the same!" mina slaps the back of your head, causing you to hold it whilst hissing in pain.
"okay, i'm sorry!" you exclaim, shielding yourself in case she hits you again.
thankfully, mina is pacified again, returning her chin to her palm as she fiddles with her nails. she remains quiet for a few minutes, allowing you to concentrate on your work before she pipes up again. "jirou has cute dimples."
you hum in agreement. "yaomomo too, on both cheeks," you add.
"kaminari too!"
"and bakugou."
mina darts up, back now as straight as a pole as she gawks at you with the weirdest expression. did you grow two heads or something? what was so weird about bakugou having dimples?
"no he does not!" counters mina.
"he does! on his right cheek!" you even point to it for good measure. "surprised me too when i saw it for the first time but it's actually really prominent! i don't know how we never noticed it before."
"you're lying to me. bakugou katsuki could never have dimples, he's too evil for that."
"he's not that evil."
"are we talking to the same bakugou? he threatened to blow me up the other day."
you laugh at the memory, an action mina doesn't appreciate. "i was there for that. anyways. his dimple is just something he's born with, it's not ordained by personality, what's the big deal?"
"what part of bakugou being too evil to have something as pure as a dimple do you not understand?"
your homework now lays unfinished and forgotten as you begin having a quarrel about your classmate and the mystery surrounding a feature that was given to him from birth. the blond shows it quite often, how come mina's not seeing it?
she then begins pulling up numerous photos and selfies; none of which have the evidence of bakugou's dimples. you furrow your brows in confusion, swiping through and zooming in to no avail of finding any remnants of a dimple.
strange.
you know you can't be imagining this.
"yo mina, y/n!" a deep, raspy voice comes from the entrance of the common room. you both turn around in shock to see your fellow red-haired classmate approaching.
immediately, you turn off mina's photo to rid any evidence of your previous conversation. because wherever kirishima is, bakugou normally follows.
"i'm gonna kick your ass in mario kart!" comes an explosive voice from behind. there he was.
kirishima leans over the couch where mina was sitting on. "what are you both up to?"
"oh y/n and i were just chilling. why?"
"oh bakugou and i just wanted to play a round of mario kart, that's all! hope we're not bothering you."
you pipe up from where you were still trying to figure out maths equations, "mina talks my ear off whilst i'm trying to solve these questions. i think i'll be okay with you two."
before mina could slap the back of your head again, a shadow looms your textbook and tufts of blond hair appear in the corner of your eye.
"you got that wrong," bakugou says after not even two seconds of reading your equation.
"eyes off my book," you exclaim, about to cover the pages with your hands when the explosion-quirk user snatches it away from under you. he continues reading through it like it was some newspaper article.
he does this all with a proud smirk on his face. "question 2 wrong, question 7 wrong, question 15 wrong," rambles your classmate, ignoring the way you were demanding it back.
"i'm going to fuck you up. give me back my book."
"damn your handwriting is messy."
your punch his arm lightly. he laughs at the impact, uneffected. "yours is illegible!" you shout back, challenging him with a nasty glare.
mina and kirishima watch with amused expressions at the disputation occurring in front of them. however, the pink-haired feels the world stop for a moment when she notices something very interesting.
a dimple. on bakugou's right cheek. just like you said.
something she has never seen before.
then she notices the way he looks at you. despite teasing you and making fun of you, there's an undeniable look of fondness evident in his eyes, one that grows the more you threaten him with unspeakable acts of violence.
his smirk grows softer, becoming that of a lopsided grin when bakugou gives you your textbook, confessing that none of the questions were wrong and that he was just 'messin' around'.
as it turns out... bakugou katsuki does have dimples, but they only appear around you.
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bunnyywritings · 2 years
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!!
Hello everyone! If you know me from @bunnyywritings ,welcome welcome and good to see you again but if you’re meeting me for the first time, allow me to introduce myself:
my name is bunnyy and this is my second writing acc. I plan to write for the 5 million other fandoms I am apart of. As of right now, requests are open. Just look here to see my rules and here to see what fandoms I write for. I look forward to meeting you all and sharing my ideas!!
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bunnyywritings · 2 years
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alright my loves, i know i haven’t been super active as of late but i will still be continuing my ‘apocalypse 101’ series.
i just wanted to let you guys know that i’ve officially set up a ko-fi. i’ve been struggling financially for a bit, i have loans i need to pay off and i’m trying to save up for a car. i do have a full time job but minimum wage just isn’t really cutting it at the moment.
so please don’t feel obligated or anything to tip
in the chance that you’d like to, please don’t feel like you need to give crazy amounts. anything is very much appreciated.
buy bunnyy a coffee <3
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bunnyywritings · 2 years
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what the hell is going on?
masterlist - next chapter
word count: 1k
[a/n: i lied...i started writing and it just felt right so uh surprise!! this is a shoji x reader fic...the agenda continues. anyways, i apologize for the quality, i’m trying to get back into the groove of writing. well, enjoy chapter 1 of this mess.   -yours truly, bunnyy  -`ღ´- ]
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“You know what, that is a great question Denki...that seems like a question for your Hero Laws professor.” Midnight clasped her hands together awkwardly, quickly muttering,”I’m sure Shota would love that.”
You snickered from beside Kaminari and elbowed his side.
“Anyways! That’s it for today class. Please make sure to turn in your ethics case study by tonight. I’ll probably be up till 2am, so that’s your deadline. Now get out of here.” She grinned as everyone started to pack their things. 
“Hey! Sero, Mina, and I were gonna grab some coffee before English. Wanna come with?” Denki looked up at you from his seat as you situated your laptop in your bag and tossed it onto your shoulders. 
“Uhh yeah, sure.” He glanced down at his watch. “I’m pretty sure Shinsou is still on his shift anyways.” 
So the both of you waited by the quad fountain until a familiar head of pink har came into view. 
“You know...when you say ‘be there in 5 minutes’, it’s usually overcompensation for ‘I’m literally right around the corner.’ Not ‘I’m halfway across campus!” You scoffed, all in good fun. 
“We were not ‘halfway across campus!” She rolled her eyes, using over dramatic air quotes. “It literally took us-” She paused to look down at her phone. “Three extra minutes to get here!” 
“Yeah, three whole minutes (Y/n)!” Sero joined in. 
You hooked your arm around Mina’s,“Well let’s go then!” 
“What’s the rush? We have like half an hour before Mic’s class?” Sero asked as he fell in step with Denki. 
The blonde smirked.
“It’s because a certain someone is working at the cafe today!” He watched in amusement as a blush burned your cheeks. 
“Oh shut up Kami!” 
“REALLY?!” Mina gasped. “WHO IS IT?” 
“It’s no one, really-!” You clambered to come up with a response. 
“Ohh my god! It’s Shoji, right?” Sero smacked Denki’s arm. “It has to be! Aizawa basically scolded her for drooling all over him!” 
“I did not drool, Sero!” 
“Then why are you so red right now!” Mina squealed in laughter. 
“I-It’s hot today...that’s all.” 
“Sweetheart, it’s about 55 degrees today. It drizzled this morning and you’re wearing a jacket. There’s absolutely no way you're hot right now.” Sero sneered, 
“No, no. She is hot.” 
“Denki don’t even-” 
“Hot for Shoji!” 
“Ugh screw all of you!” You pouted, placing your palms over your cheeks in a desperate attempt to cool off. 
The topic quickly changed over to Midnight’s Ethics essay. 
“It’s been a week, how have you not started?” 
“I find I work best under pressure.” Denki shrugged ‘matter of factly.’ 
You scoffed in disbelief. 
“Yeah, and I’m a giraffe with a unicorn horn.” 
The four of you entered the campus cafe, the warmth making your nose feel a little fuzzy. 
“Hey guys! Welcome in!” Kirishima flashed a toothy grin as he waved at you all. On bar, just behind the counter, you could make out a familiar head of purple hair. Shinsou looked up from the milk he was frothing and made quick eye contact with Denki before focusing his attention to the pitcher in his hand. What you didn’t miss was the faint blush on his cheeks. 
As you all approached, you could also see Midoriya making a few drinks as well. 
“Hey uh, where’s Shoji?” Sero leaned against the counter, wiggling his eyebrows at you. 
“Oh Shoji? He just went to grab some ice.” Kirishima gestured to the door that probably led to the back of the cafe but, as if on cue, Shoji walked out with the bucket in hand. Seemingly noticing all the eyes on him he paused and waved with his free arm. 
“Hey everyone, how’s it going?” 
“Good, just chillin’. Ya know?” Denki answered slyly. 
“Sounds good.” He nodded before he made eye contact with you. “Hey! You’re usual, right?” 
You just stared, wide eyed before Mina reached over and tugged on your sleeve. 
“Oh right! Uhh hey!” A nervous grin found its way to your lips. “Uhm yes, yes my usual would be great...t-thanks.” 
“Great! I’ll get right on it.” And with that, he turned to continue whatever he was doing. 
After we all paid, we sat at a table to wait for our drinks. 
“Oh man, he’s whipped.” Sero shook his head. 
“Can we not start this again?” You facepalmed. 
“I’m just saying.” He raised his hands up in surrender. “He didn’t know anyone else's usual, and we’re all here about the same amount. Just admit it.” 
“I-” You were cut off by your phone ringing. Frowning, you pulled it out of your pocket, quickly answering it. “Hey Iida, what’s going on?” 
“Are you anywhere with a tv?”  Glancing around, your eyes landed on the tv a few feet away from the table. 
“Yeah, why?” 
“Turn it on, go to channel 6.” Then he ended the call. 
“Oop, okay...bye?” 
“What’s up with Iida?” Mina quirked an eyebrow. 
“I uhm, I’m not sure. Hold on.” 
Getting up, you made your way to the counter. 
“Hey Eiji, do you have the remote for the tv?” 
“Huh?” He looked up at you before glancing under the counter. “Yeah. Knock yourself out.” 
“Thanks.” You muttered, taking the remote from his outstretched hand. 
“What’s going on?” Denki was visibly tensing up at the worry clearly on your face. 
Ignoring his question, you got a little closer to the tv and turned it on, skipping channels until finally finding number six. 
“A news channel?” You muttered, confusion deepening. 
“-multiple cases of violent cannibal attacks spreading throughout Seoul last night. Authorities are still baffled at what could possibly cause these attacks. The public has been informed to be vigilant and stay calm for the time being-” 
The reporter was cut off by the emergency broadcast playing through the speakers, colored bars replacing the broadcast. 
“Attention students, this is headmaster Nezu speaking. Please stay calm and stay in doors. If you are not inside a building, please enter the nearest one and enter the safety of a classroom. If you are in the dormitories, please lock your doors and stay in your rooms until further notice.” 
You could feel the anxiety rise through your body, fingertips shaking, heart beating, cold sweat starting to form on your brow. The tense atmosphere grew when screams could be heard outside. 
Everyone’s head snapped to one of the wall length windows, a student had just tackled another to the ground and...tore a chunk of their neck….with their teeth...
There was blood everywhere. 
“What the fuck was that?!” Denki covered his mouth in shock. 
Without missing a beat, Shoji and Kirishima ran to the doors and locked them. Bringing down the metal security gate and securing it in place.   
“What the hell is going on?!” 
The remote fell from your hand and clattered to the floor. Your knees giving out and meeting with the hard tiled floor. Hands buried in your hair as the panic gripped your lungs, squeezing all the air from them.  
Yes Mina, what the actual hell is going on?
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apocalypse 101
what happens when an unknown viral outbreak happens while you’re on the UA campus? are you prepared? probably not...
a special series for october!! this will be a college au, uhhhh i’m not entirely sure if quirks will be involved, i feel like that would be wayy too easy
this is an x fem!reader series, so far i have no idea for the actual pairing...
warnings: blood/gore, violence, swearing, 17+ rating
Chapter 1- what the hell is going on?
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bnha apocalypse au 👀 for october maybe??
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tumblr must be tripping balls again cause
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i forget how much ‘very nice’ by seventeen fucking slaps
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bubbly s/o opens up about trauma pt.2
izuku midoriya & eijirou kirishima x gn!reader
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requested by anon: Katsu, Sho, Izu, and Eiji headcanons to their bubbly, and sweet crush, and close friend, opening up to them about being abused by their parents growing up? They've gotten therapy and are living with their Grandparents but sometimes they get upset when someone brings up parents or asks about the scars from abuse. They tell them they shared this with them because they refused to lie to them. They hug him close, thanking him for being a good friend. -Morp
[a/n: I’m sorry this took so long, i just felt like i might’ve been getting a little repetitive so i apologize about that too, part 1 can be found [ here ] but anyways i hope you enjoy !! thank you again for requesting, lovely anon -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]
TW: mentions of parental abuse & scars, nothing too explicit but implied
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Midoriya might be a bit clueless on picking up on these things. Not because he isn’t interested in your life or because he isn’t attentive but because he’s also got a lot going on and he trusts that you’d tell him if you needed help with something or if you wanted to talk.
Since the moment he met you, he had seen the scars that littered your hands. He had seen the ones that peeked out from the sleeves of your shirts. Some looked darker in color than others but he never really mentioned it. He knew things like that could be sensitive topics for anyone.
He also knows you to be one of the more bubbly personalities in class. That’s what first attracted him to you in the first place, especially during the USJ incident. You had been positive through and through, not in a mindless positivity but in a realistic manner. One particular interaction he remembers fondly was when he witnessed you talking with Jirou. She had been disappointed with herself for not having done more.
“You know what I think, Jirou. I think you’re strong, you did everything you could in a high stress situation. All of us definitely have room for improvement and growth. Even Bakugou or Midoriya.” You paused, looking for the right words, “Just because you didn’t jump head first into a battle, doesn’t make you weak. You stepped back, weighed your options, then decided the most efficient way to proceed and take down the villain.” You bumped her shoulder playfully. “If anything, you were the most heroic one out there, but don’t tell Midoriya I said that, I wouldn’t want to hurt his feelings.” As you said this, you had glanced over at him and sent him a wink, to which he turned beet red.
He had always thought it was strange that he never saw you sad. When you had gotten a really low score on a test you studied hard for, you weren’t upset, you looked on the bright side and said you’d do better during the retest. When you had gone up against Shoji during the festival and lost, he had seen the tears in your eyes but you still smiled and congratulated your classmate on his win, stating that you’d use this opportunity to get stronger and grow.
Bakugou always called you out on it. Calling you fake and whatnot for keeping your true feelings at bay and always putting on the happy and bubbly facade. You could never quite answer because someone would always defend your honor, whether it be Denki, Mina, or Tsu. Someone would always have your back.
“Tch whatever, I’ll get my answer one day.” Bakugou would always grumble before rolling his eyes and heading off somewhere else.
He didn’t know anything about your home situation since you never really mentioned it. You knew all about his though, you had actually met his mom on several occasions.
It hadn’t been until everyone was moving into the dorms that he realized. All Might had been the one to let it slip that you had been living with your grandparents.
“Young Midoriya, you’re good friends with (Y/n), aren’t you?”
“Y-yeah I am.”
“Maybe you’d be able to help me and Aizawa convince their grandparents on allowing them to live in the new dormitories.”
Now, was it entirely inappropriate for All Might to have done that, yes. Very much so. But he was only looking out for you. You looked like you had desperately wanted to move into Heights Alliance with your classmates but your grandparents seemed hesitant on the matter.
“Grandparents?”
“Hmm yes, when I had asked about their parents, it seemed like a sour subject. According to their grandparents, they hadn’t lived together since middle school. Something about them being unfit and unsafe to be parents.”
Oh, All Might. What a blabbermouth.
That’s when he had started to put the pieces together. Unfit and unsafe parents, all the scars, the flinching around loud and sudden movements, living with your grandparents.
While he did all this, he had blocked out anything All Might was saying. He glanced at the clock, there was still a few minutes left of lunch.
“Sorry All Might, I really have to go!” He shouted, grabbing his bag and rushing out of the teachers’ lounge. He rushed to the lunch room, eyes wildly searching for you. When he couldn’t find you, he went over to Iida and Ochako.
“There you are Midoriya, where-“
“Sorry Iida, no time. Where-Where’s (Y/n)?” He was out of breath, rushing his words out.
“Hmm they said they had to speak to Aizawa…”
“Yes, come to think of it. I haven’t seen them all lunch.”
“Okay! Thanks you guys!” He shouted over his shoulder as he ran off once more. Hearing a faint, ‘No running in the lunchroom!’ From Iida.
Completely ignoring his friend’s call, he ran through the corridors until he had reached the classroom. He saw you sat right outside, tears streaming down your face as you looked blankly at the wall.
“(Y/n)! There-oof!” You snapped your head to the side, watching as Midoriya tripped over his untied shoelace and face first into the marble floors.
Your eyes widened, “Izuku!”
But before you could even get up, and offer a hand, he got up like nothing happened. Blood slowly trickled out of his nose.
He fell to his knees beside you and pulled you into a hug.
“I’m sorry I didn’t notice before.” His words held so much empathy, he knew. You know that he knows, the tears flowed much harder as you allowed yourself to feel all the emotions you had been hiding. “I’m sorry…” He whispered, his own eyes tearing up as he felt you sob against his shoulder.
“I’m sorry...I’m sorry!” Your tone was congested. “I just- I never wanted to complain. At least I have my grandparents, you know? I didn’t want to be ungrateful, but it hurts Izuku. It hurts so much…”
He wished he could do more, he wanted to save you from the pain. His best friend, his soulmate. The person that had stolen his heart was hurting and he could do nothing but helplessly stand by and watch.
Then and there he made a promise. He promised that he’d be the one constant in your life. It was a steep promise, seeing as being a hero, being put in a life or death situation was a daily thing. But he’d do his best to keep that promise.
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As someone who tries to be upbeat and “manly” all the time, he knows the signs.
When he met you, he knew almost instantly. Not that he mentioned it or anything, but he knew. Everyone always teased, ‘two peas in a pod’ is what Momo called the two of you. Mina always cooed at what an adorable couple you would make.
I mean...she was right. The both of you were just dancing around your feelings at this point.
But anyways.
There was something about you that he couldn’t figure out and he didn’t like that at all. Not in a bad way, but it made him insecure to know that you were hurting and he couldn’t really do anything about it. Did you not trust him enough? He always felt even more insecure when he thought that because then he’s being selfish. This is about your feelings, not his. He just couldn’t help it though.
He had always asked how your day was or how you were doing but he was always met with the same answer. ‘I’m doing fine’, ‘I’m okay', or ‘I’m just a little tired but I’ll be okay.’
He had been able to let it go.
Until he couldn’t.
There had been a planned beach day, everyone was excited that they had gotten Aizawa to plan and approve the trip. Things had been super stressful as of late, which when are they not, but nonetheless, it was time to relax. He was super stoked, until he heard that you weren’t going.
“Oh come on (Y/n)! What d’ya mean you’re not going?!”
“I just don’t really feel like it Eiji, that’s all.” You shrugged.
“Really? That’s it? Because when it was announced last week, you seemed pretty excited.”
“Yeah, well...I don’t know what to tell you. Now I just don’t feel like it.”
“That’s complete bullshit! Why won’t you just tell me what’s wrong?!”
That caught the both of you off guard. He had never raised his voice at you like that. He panicked because he didn’t mean to yell like that.
“Wait, I didn’t mean-“
“You know what Kirishima? Maybe I’ve just got some other crap going on! Maybe crap that’s more important than messing around at the beach!”
“Really, (Y/n). I’m sorry.”
“Just get out!”
“(Y/n), please-“
“Just get out!” You got up from your bed and shoved him out the door, slamming the door in his face.
“That...that didn’t go as planned.” He muttered dejectedly to himself before making his way over to his own room.
Instead of sulking in his room, he started to pack a few things for the next day, seeing as Aizawa had warned everyone that if they didn’t load up the bus early, they’d be left behind. He honestly didn’t really have the energy to go anymore but he packed anyway.
Everyone had gone to bed relatively early, and you tried but once again, sleep seemed to elude you. So, you got out of bed, grabbed a book and made your way downstairs to the common room. Brewing a cup of some fancy tea that Momo recommended, you made yourself comfortable on the couch and cracked open your book.
Kirishima, on the other hand, dead asleep. Well, he was. Until he was jolted awake, having fallen off a 100 story building in his dream. His heart raced as he hopped out of bed and decided to get a cool glass of water to calm him down.
He frowned when he saw the lights on in the common area. It was 3am, last time he checked, and no one should be awake right now.
“(Y/n)?”
“Geez!” You gasped, hand over your chest. “Kiri, you scared me!”
“Sorry, sorry!” He winced. “But what’re you doing up?”
“I couldn’t sleep?” You offered pathetically. He sighed, you still weren’t gonna talk to him.
“Look, I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier but...I can’t help you if you won’t talk to me. I just want to help out in any way I can but if you don’t talk to me then I can’t.”
You weighed your options.
“I just don’t want to be a burden, Kiri. That’s all.”
“You could never be a burden, (Y/n). Never. Just please, I hate seeing you like this.” He sat down next to you. He seemed genuine enough, so you closed your book and set it aside.
“I’ve never told you this but my parents, they...they’re not good people. They used to use their quirks to-“ You swallowed the lump in your throat. “To hurt me. So I live with my grandparents now, they suggested that I go to a therapist and it just...I don’t know. It makes me feel so helpless, you know? I didn’t mean to lash out at you earlier. I’m just not very good at keeping my feelings at bay sometimes.”
“You can always talk to me, ya know? I’ll never think of you as helpless and I may not be a therapist but I can be a good listener.”
“Thank you Kiri...you’re a good friend.” You pulled him into a hug.
“Anything for you.” He mumbled, holding you tighter.
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Katsu, Sho, Izu, and Eiji headcanons to their bubbly, and sweet crush, and close friend, opening up to them about being abused by their parents growing up? They've gotten therapy and are living with their Grandparents but sometimes they get upset when someone brings up parents or asks about the scars from abuse. They tell them they shared this with them because they refused to lie to them. They hug him close, thanking him for being a good friend. -Morp
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thank you so much for requesting, my love! i’m so sorry it took so long, pt. 2 will be up when i get back from work, so sometime after 5pm pst
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bubbly s/o opens up about trauma pt. 1
bakugou katsuki & shouto todoroki x gn!reader
word count: 1.8k
requested by anon: Katsu, Sho, Izu, and Eiji headcanons to their bubbly, and sweet crush, and close friend, opening up to them about being abused by their parents growing up? They've gotten therapy and are living with their Grandparents but sometimes they get upset when someone brings up parents or asks about the scars from abuse. They tell them they shared this with them because they refused to lie to them. They hug him close, thanking him for being a good friend. -Morp
[a/n: i hope you don’t mind that I’m doing it in parts anon! i ended up doing scenarios for each one, i'm a bit rusty so i apologize if this isn't very well done. you can read part 2 [ here ] ,thank you for requesting sweet heart! here you go! - yours truly, bunny -`ღ´- ]
TW: mentions of parental abuse & scars, nothing explicit but implied
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To an extent, he always knew. Maybe not the specifics, but whenever you were alone and thought no one was paying any attention, you’d let your guard down. The metaphorical sparkle in your eyes would dim, your shoulders would slump as if you were taking a break. Then someone would approach and in the blink of an eye, the sparkle was back and the familiar grin on your lips was present once again. Despite what others may think, Bakugou was a good friend.
He worried about you. A lot.
That may be due to the fact that he has a huge crush on you, but it was unlikely. He values your friendship so much. He’d rather have you as a friend than anything else, really. That was mainly his insecurity talking though. He just thought he wasn’t good enough for you. No one was, really. But that’s besides the point.
He had never explicitly said anything about his feelings for you but he didn’t need to. It was quite clear through his actions. Well...clear to everyone but you, that is. Even Aizawa had caught on. And he couldn’t care less about his students’ love lives. He’s had his fill of teenage angst and drama.
During training, he’d always make sure your water bottle was full or during lunch he’d keep an eye out and make sure you were eating. Sometimes he’d even give you extra pieces of meat from his plate, or if he had veggies he knows you like, he’d wordlessly place them into your rice bowl.
Now this wasn’t one sided at all. You also had your ways of looking out for him.
If you were doing a convenience store run with Sero and you saw the particular snack that Bakugou likes, you’d instantly grab a few. For his birthday, you had gotten him custom earplugs for quirk training. It had been after you and him were paired to spar against each other, he always insisted on not holding back against you out of respect, and you had experienced one of his full blown attacks head-on. Your ears were ringing for about half an hour before you could somewhat hear again, and even then, everything was a bit muffled.
Needless to say, you were worried about his hearing
He scoffed and rolled his eyes when he unwrapped the box. Scolding you for wasting money on something he had no use for.
He always uses them though. Especially when he’s doing stamina training, and it’s explosion after explosion.
Anyways. He notices your strange behavior, one day. You stopped trying to keep up the façade and you were sort of gloomy all day. He was absolutely pissed that no one had noticed the change, and he’d yell at them later for it, but he kept his cool and waited until he could be alone with you.
It had been around 8pm, just an hour before his bedtime, when he made some tea for the both of you and carried it up to your dorm room. He paused in front of your door, looking down at both his hands, a mug in each one, then looking at the door handle. Realizing he won't be able to physically open the door by himself, he awkwardly bumped the door with his elbow.
“Hey idiot, it’s me. Open the door.” He grumbled quietly, frowning when you hadn’t responded. Before he could repeat himself a little more aggressively, the muffled sound of your sniffling made his stomach drop. Panic rising throughout his body as he made up worst case scenarios in his head.
“(Y/n), seriously. Is everything okay?” All attempts to sound calm failed as his voice betrayed him, trembling the slightest bit.
On the other side of the door, you started to panic. Furiously wiping any evidence of tears or snot from your face before you slumped over to the door, turning the lock and tugging it open to reveal a frowning Bakugou. He wasn’t upset, he was worried. It was evident in his red irises.
“Here. Drink it before it gets cold.” He handed you a mug before walking past you and into your room. He admired the decor everytime he was in there, no matter how many times he had seen it already, it never failed to make his heart warm. You had a wall full of pictures of yourself with your friends. There were a few solo photos of your friends as well. Most were candid shots, there were a fair few of him.
It always reminded him that beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder. You cherished those candid photos because in your eyes, when your friends were carefree and themselves, no poses, no facade, that’s when they were their most beautiful.
He took a seat on your bed and patted the space beside him. Nudging the door shut, you made your way over and got comfortable.
“What’s up with you today? You seemed...not yourself.”
You didn’t respond, opting to take a sip of your tea. He knew there was something up and he wasn’t gonna push you. So he leaned back and got comfortable, waiting until you were ready. It was a solid three minutes of silence before you took a deep breath.
“I-I don’t want to lie to you, Katsuki. It just wouldn’t be fair so uhh, yeah. Here goes.” He could tell that this was overwhelming for you so, wordlessly, he put down his mug and held his hand out to you and you grasped it, like it was a lifeline.
And you told him.
You told him about the abuse from your own parents. He felt his blood boil as you showed him a few scars inflicted by your parents’ quirks. You explained that it was the anniversary of the day you ran away and went to live with your grandparents, and how you had been seeing a therapist on the regular since then.
It pained him to see you struggle through the tears, hiccuping a few times as you attempted to catch your breath. You didn’t even have to say it but he could see it, it was an all too familiar feeling to him. He tugged you to him, letting go of your hand and pulling you into his chest, his arms wrapping you up in a warmth that made the stinging tears return.
“You know, this doesn’t make me think less of you. You’re not weak. Those bastards don’t realize how bad they screwed up. You’re strong, and they’re gonna regret every goddamn choice they’ve made when they see how far you’ll go.”
“Thank you.” You whimpered as you gave in to the new wave of tears, hooking your arms around his shoulders. “Thank you…”
If anyone asks, no...he wasn’t crying. (He was though.)
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If anyone was familiar with the signs of abuse, it was him. 
It hurt him so much knowing that you had gone through what he did, maybe not to the same extreme but you had experienced it nonetheless. 
He admired you though. Despite whatever happened to you, you were always bright. Always in a good mood and always choosing to see the good in people. He knows that he didn’t have the strength to do that. Maybe eventually, but not so soon. He had never wanted to pry. You guys were friends, practically best friends and he trusted that you’d tell him when you were ready. 
To his knowledge, no one knew. No one mentioned the way you’d flinch around sudden movements or when someone raised their voice. Honestly, it was a wonder that you had even befriended Iida. He was the epitome of loud and sudden. Always waving his arms around at the randomest times and always shouting to chastise someone for breaking a rule. 
He noticed that you tended to cover up your torso often. Never really wearing anything more revealing than a normal t-shirt. Even on the class trip to the beach, you insisted on staying covered up. No one questioned it, chalking it up to insecurity. Even during training when everyone had to wear their gym uniform, while others undid the top part and wrapped it around their waist, being clad in a tank top or sports bra, you had always kept it on. Even when it was extremely hot. More often than not, he found himself resting his palm against your forehead to cool you off. 
It hadn’t been very hot, but Aizawa decided to run everyone ragged with combat training, so everyone was partnered up. Todoroki had been partnered with Denki and you had been paired up with Eijirou.
As he sat with his classmates, watching the two of you spar, he was quite impressed. Not that he doubted your skill but both fighting styles were drastically different. Eijirou and his quirk relied on close combat while your quirk worked best with long-range. He could see the frustration on your face when Eijirou kept charging towards you and engaging in hand to hand.
As the fight went on, Kirishima had hardened his forearm and hand, kinda like a makeshift blade and as he took you down, he had accidentally cut the top of your gym uniform. As the dust settled and the both of you got up, the tear in your clothes allowed the whole class to see your back and shoulders, skin littered with scars. All were different in size, color, severity, etc. 
Everyone was stunned silent, not having expected anything like this. 
“(Y/n)...what happened?” You could feel the breeze on your back and the pity in Kirishima’s eyes made you angry.
Everyone suddenly snapped into realization. Various questions of; ‘who did that to you?’, ‘where did those come from?’ and whatnot were shot at you from different directions. He could see you slowly being overwhelmed by everything. His heart dropped as he made eye contact with you, your eyes tired and filled with tears. 
“That’s ENOUGH!” Everyone froze and looked at Todoroki with wide eyes, his voice booming.
Sensing the tension starting to rise, Aizawa sighed. 
“Alright everyone settle down. Training is over, get back to class. (Y/n). A word.” 
Reluctantly, Todoroki followed the boys into the locker room and changed into his school uniform.  When everyone was out and he returned outside to the training grounds, you and Aizawa weren’t there so he had gone back to the locker rooms. He knocked and called out to you. 
“Can I come in?” He heard a meek ‘yeah.’ So he carefully made his way inside. 
There you were, dressed in your school uniform and sat on a bench with your face buried in your hands, shoulders shaking. 
“(Y/n)...” He gently placed a hand on your shoulder, he winced when you looked up at him. IIt ached him to see your beautiful eyes tainted by tears. 
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner Sho…” Your bottom lip quivered. 
“Please, don’t apologize.” He opened his arms. You stood up and basically collapsed into them, clutching onto the back of his blazer. “Just always remember that I may understand more than anyone else will. I’ll never judge you, you know that right?” 
“I know…It’s just, ugh-” You pulled away and wiped the tears from your face. “I don’t want anyone to change how they look at me because of what my parents did to me and when everyone saw, and they were asking all of their questions, their eyes...they were just full of pity.” 
“Then look into mine.”
And when you did, you didn’t see pity. 
You saw admiration. You saw belonging. Love. Understanding. 
“Nothing will ever change with me, (Y/n).” He pressed his forehead against yours, “I will always be here for you.” 
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bunnyywritings · 3 years
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i will never get over how attractive professor stein is 😵‍💫
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Hello Bunny! 😊 Is your request box is still opening for Soul Eater x female reader prompts, scenarios and hcs? ~🐧
hello my love !! yes my requests are still open, so go ahead and send them in ! <3
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