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omijanai · 3 years
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mirror mirror on the wall pt 1
genre : soulmate au
sakusa kiyoomi x reader
- ' k
other people are very lucky to find their soulmate.
either just from another state or at another town, but unfortunately for kiyoomi - he found his in the most devastating state.
his soulmate is y/n, and they're from another dimension.
he didnt know how but somehow, he managed to stare at his mirror only to see them sitting on the floor of their side. he laughed at first, blaming his imagination and tiredness. but once you decided to talk and for him to see the same marking on your wrist - he knew he's gotta be the most unluckiest lucky person ever
it didnt him a few explanation and scientific facts to believe this fate. his awaited soulmate is from another dimension, an empty one where other people also exists but people he cant see.
he had been spending 3 months with them now, communicating through the barrier - too anxious and scared to keep his eyes off of them, in fear that they might disappear and he'll be living a lie and eventually start to be stressed.
"omi-kun" your voice rang in his ears, so sweet yet so ghost sounding. he looked up to you before looking back down to finish his beaded bracelet. "yeah?" he said
"do you love me omi?" your question made him chuckle, "ofcourse, why wouldnt i?" he replied back, "is there something on your mind?" he added.
you laughed lightly as you covered your mouth, "i dont know, im just concerned that you will not love me anymore after what im gonna say" you told him. he tilted his head, "what are you gonna say then?" kiyoomi asked
"how do you feel about me being in your world?"
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omijanai · 3 years
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WITHOUT YOU
sakusa kiyoomi あなたなしで
genre : angst, major character death, ᵒᵐⁱ ᵏⁱⁿᵈᵃ ᵃ ᵈᵘᵐᵇᵃˢˢ
- ' k
could he prevented what happened?
if he managed to come earlier and approach wholeheartedly, would this loneliness of him not be a burden?
kiyoomi was sitting on your shared bed, sitting silently as he looked around. contemplating wether to stand up and face the day or stay and remember you again
It wasnt intentional. he was just scared of the outcome
he knew he had caused it. on what has happened to you, he's the reason for everything.
the reason why the fight even happened in the first place, that made you walk out of your shared apartment and stayed at your friends house.
he was also the reason why you agreed to show up when he asked you both to meet and talk about it. and because you love him and couldnt take the weeks of silent and drought
so there you were, standing on the sidewalk - waiting for him to show up. constantly looking around to see unfamiliar faces which made your heart hurt, but unknown to you - he was there, at the other side of the street, behind a tree, watching you intently
he was trying to gather the courage. he was scared that the outcome would be you guys breaking up, he'd rather enjoy the silence than you being out of his life forever.
you almost teared up, and he also did.
but still, he was still the reason you died.
a car suddenly veered towards your direction, the speed didnt give you time to be alerted and move out of the way. you were succumbed onto the air as it hit you, making you land back on the shield - broken glass stitched on your face as you tear gave a last admiration
people started screaming and making its way to you, kiyoomi was just standing to the spot where he had always been. unable to process the sudden flick of emotions and events.
you were still alive at that time, your eyes searched for him one last time and you did find him. you weakly tried to reach your hand out, taking a teared blink - and the last image and memory was seeing him run away
it was his fault, for being a coward and a bad person. if he only talked to you, get you to a safer place - but he didnt. he left like it was a joke, he ran away far from you.
and now, without you. he's nothing and he'll take that mistake for the rest of his life
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omijanai · 3 years
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ONLY YOU
sakusa kiyoomi あなただけ
genre : angst, after breakup. hinted sad ending (?)
- ' k
there you stood, right before his very eyes. still having the same style and the same look on your face like he saw you the first day you met. wearing your winter attire and a scarf adorned
unlike before, you were looking at him fondly - but now you were trying to avoid eye contact. a flock of people passed by both of you, like a dramatic scene where the only focused characters are trying to initiate a conversation
"omi, look at the snow!" you cheered, handing your palm out to catch a small snowflake. kiyoomi looked at you with admiration, holding your hands for sweetness and to avoid you getting cold. you only managed to giggle and smile at him, the view he'd cherish for the rest of his life
no words were said. he was confused, do he just pass by you or try to talk to you. but by the looks of it, you were confused as well. would this situation be avoided if he just listened to you at that one night?
"come on kiyoomi, stop ignoring me" you almost cried, following him around your shares room. he was unable to express what he wanted to say, thus he pretended he didnt have to and decided to ignore your attempts of comforting him
"is it hard for you to tell me whats wrong, i look stupid waiting here" you sighed and looked at him, he turned his head towards you. "maybe it really is hard for me to tell you, maybe im not really supposed to tell all these things to you"
he was trying to gather up the courage to hug you, pull you close and feel the warmth he had been waiting for for years. snowflakes fell on yours and his coat, the cold atmosphere and the noisy environment made the situation hard.
thus you only gathered up the courage as well,
you started to pick up yourself and walk pass by him.
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omijanai · 3 years
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MELODY
akaashi メロディー
akaashi with a s/o who is secretly a musician
genre : fluff with ashi
-' a
"wait for me here okay?" he smiled, his hands spread out to your position - like using his imaginary powers to make you stand still. it was home time and as you were walking on the hallway, he realized he forgot his papers - so he stopped you and him in front of the music club
you were secretive in stealing glances at the instruments inside the room, not taking notice of their leader who was holding her stomach. "hey you!" she called out and grunted, you raised your eyebrows - motioning her to speak.
"my stomach really hurts, do you mind watching the room?" she asked, you immediately nodded and she sprinted away. "woah" you gasped lightly, getting sight of some old records - some were from your favorite musicians
"wouldnt hurt to touch it" you muttered to yourself as you got comfortable and tangled your fingers on the guitar strings. strumming to your favorite song as you softly tuned out the lyrics
you have always been fond of music, to your attempt of writing ones. you owned a guitar, an electric and a ukulele - but with all the instruments, something is always missing.
akaashi doesnt have an idea that his precious love is a melodic artist, and he doesnt need to know.
"hey y/n-" you stopped and quickly shoved the guitar slowly away from your being. just like nothing happened
you saw akaashi with an amazed expression on his face as he stood still at the door. the both of you stared at each other for a few seconds before he made his way to you
"i didnt know you play! it was amazing" he cheered, clapping his hands - his behaviour gave you confidence.
"sorry, lets go now" you stuttered and stood up, but he stopped you. "no no no, we have all the time in the world - and im sure they wouldnt mind"
"for once, please let me hear you"
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omijanai · 3 years
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COLD HEART
kotaro bokuto 冷たい心
bokuto x kuudere fem/reader !
genre : fluff with bokuto ! small angst
- ' yio
bokuto was outgoing, y/n just wants to stay in her dorm to read books and listening to music.
bokuto was loud, y/n isnt good with words.
bokuto was cheerful while y/n was just y/n.
so when bokuto announced to fukurodani about his relationship with y/n, they were shocked. dramatically shocked as i would say. y/n and bokuto? no freaking way, they'll be the most interesting couple ever.
come to think of it, they never see y/n display to whatever couples do. like hug bokuto when he leaves for practice, never wanted to watch him practice, doesnt wait for him after school to walk her back to her dorm and never once they heard her say 'i love you', it was always bokuto saying it - only getting a nod before y/n walks away, somehow he still has a smile on his face.
akaashi asks him about the peculiar relationship but bokuto just says that y/n is sweeter than they think she is. she's just shy and not want public attention as he would excuse.
"i mean, do you guys even hug? or kiss?" akaashi questioned to bokuto who was sitting on the bench, looking at his phone. "always, at my dorm she would attack me with kisses and surprise hugs. i love that woman ~" he cooed and started daydreaming
the latter rolled his eyes and thinking how awkward and silent that affection must have been like.
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"y/n!" bokuto called out to her, he was in the middle of practice when he saw her walk pass by the corridor about to go home. "what is it?" she asked, uninterested. "say, lets go home together - just one more round okay?" he initiated, waiting for her response. she just sighed and nodded, not paying attention to the teams darting eyes on her
few minutes into practice, y/n found herself staring at nothing. waiting for bokuto patiently so she can ignore him and read, this daydreaming of her didnt get her to notice a volleyball headed towards her way. it shooted right towards her ankle miraculously, she winced in pain. a shriek and a scream was heard from her
"bokuto you asshole!" she yelled/cried outloud, rubbing her sore and aching ankle. the rest of the members running to her aid, who was bokuto kidding - all the stories of her being affectionate and interested was all a lie, never once did she respond to his kisses and hugs. she would just yell at him and proceed to ignore him for days.
he figured out if he fantasized a scenario where she was actually in love, he wouldnt have to endure the pain of getting rejected by his own girlfriend. heck is she was even his girlfriend, to y/n he felt like a stranger doodling around her
he sighed and jogged towards her way, the others clearing out - checking one last time on her before they went back to practice.
"get away from me you jerk" she muttered, her piercing eyes not visible but still hurted like a dagger. he just bent down and examined her ankle, y/n just let him do his thing.
"im sorry, i was thinking of something and i couldnt focus" he said, wrapping her ankle with bandages. for awhile, looking at him take care of her in her point of view - she felt awful treating bokuto like no one. he was always trying to make it work and all she does is invalidate his hard attempts
"i, i love you" she muttered with a sigh, bokuto heard but decided not to say anything. his silent response made y/n hiss and slap his head, "you dumbass, there was no point of me saying it if youre not gonna say it back" she crossed her arm
bokuto just snickered before lifting his head up, "i know you do"
"i always know you do"
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omijanai · 3 years
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EMPTY TRASH
sakusa kiyoomi             空のごみ箱
genre : fluff with omi !!
-' z
sakusa loves them very much.
even though they randomly hug friends they meet, transmitting germs and diseases.
sakusa finds them cute.
even when a crumb of food is visible to their cheek, shamelessly swiping the small residue with their finger and tasting the leftover willingly
sakusa likes you so much.
still when your instinct is to grab people in a side hug everytime on your karaoke nights. holding the microphone so tight and embracing a sweaty coughing gentlemen who was swaying against the music.
the both are very opposite from each other, while omi cared about hygiene and maintaining in a safety bubbly, y/n on the other hand didnt think it would matter to hold touch someone elses skin. y/n was always a 'trashy' person, not trashy personality but the type of person who finds piece and aesthetic living in a flat with an undid bed, dirty laundry on the floor, posters on the wall, playing guitar all day long while the sunlight stroke inside
but ever since sakusa asked y/n out, she learned to be cautious for him. doing the things he identify as safe and clean, taking a shower before hugging, sanitizing your hand before holding his and other things
so this day, this day was a huge shock.
"hey y/n, i was wondering - after practice, can we hang out at your dorm?"
your heart stopped, a dumb smile stayed frozen. "m-my dorm?" they asked, calm on the outside but small voices arguing and panicking inside. "yeah, we have been hanging a lot in mine, i wondered if it would be okay to have a change of environment" omi smiled, y/n just nodded hesitantly.
"y-yeah, sure. great idea yey"
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"this is bad" you cried to your friend on the phone, tears flowing out as you dramatically struggle to get out of a pile of dirty clothes. "come on y/n, it's almost two pm, quit crying and start cleaning!" they cheered you on but the tears kept flowing
what has gotten into sakusa, he knows your nature. maybe he was testing you or teasing you, whatever - he's stupid.
y/n tripped over mess on the floor, spraying air freshener there and air freshener here. trapping and hiding the smell of dirty socks and spoiled food. "agh, come on get out of her" they cried to the stench, trying to push it out the open veranda
1:56 pm, the time read - only 4 minutes if sakusa really wanted to be accurate on their meet up. y/n quickly ran out of her room, carrying a loaded basket of laundry - ready to go to the washer at the first floor. "come on come on" she struggled to run, with her weight and the weight of the hamper - it was hectic mixed with the pressure
then they tripped, the other leg coliding onto the other leg, cause them to stumble and fall onto the hard floor. now there she sat, trying to quickly fold up the clothes - crying endlessly
"y/n?" a familiar voice called out to her, they knew who it was and immidiately covered their face with a handkerchief, sniffling softly. "oh god y/n, it is you" omi rushed to their side, shocked by the amount of discarded clothing but that wasnt in his concern, all he worried about at the moment onto why his lover is crying on the floor
"hey its me" he cooed, using his finger to remove the handkerchief covering their face, revealing the sweaty stash of y/n with small front hair sticking to their skin, their face was red and a little bit dirt smudged on the cheek. sakusa's expression couldnt be make up, it was either disgusted or worried.
he swiped away front hairs from their face and wiped y/n's tear away. "whats wrong?" he asked, "i-i, i got nervous when you told me you wanted to hang out in my place and you know what kind of habitat im living at and i, i wanted to clean before you got here but i messed it all up" they cried,
"love, its fine - i know, thats why i came here, maybe you needed some help" sakusa chuckled, "no, but you dont like germs and mess" they whined, attempting to grab all the clothes but was stopped by sakusa. "its okay, although thank you for trying to clean up because of me" y/n recieved a kiss to the forehead
"what do you say, lets get back inside and see what were dealing with okay?" he joked, "o-okay" they sniffled, standing up.
even though it was in sakusa's nature to become compulsive in stuff that irritated him, he still understood that there are people that is the exact opposite. and that was okay
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omijanai · 3 years
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atsumu seeing you with someone else after your breakup
genre : angst, happy ending ( contended atsumu and reader )
was it even a breakup?
atsumu and you were just having a fight about time and effort, especially atsumu who has been distant lately. many harsh words were left, and it ended up with y/n leaving and only coming back the day after to pick up her stuff.
now a month later, there atsumu was - seeing you walk hand in hand with someone else. both of you didnt have processed it fully but this scenario made it clear.
atsumu sat a seat in front of y/n who was nibbling and playing with their fingers. it felt like there first date, atsumu let out a short giggle. "so, how are you?" y/n asked, a hopeful and comforting smile plastered
"good, been doing some games as usual" he answered, "so, how did you two meet?" as much as atsumu hated to ask about his love's new relationship, it felt like a part of moving on. "we worked at the same convinience store, we started dating two weeks ago" they briefly explained
he didnt know what to say next, his mind was blank. it was either letting go or convincing to give their fallen memory another try but it was too late. "you know atsumu" y/n initiated, grabbing his attention. "what we both said that night hurted us deeply and i would like to apologize"
"if you meant what you said or not, at that moment i just realized that maybe we arent meant for each other but we still tried" they smiled, reaching out to atsumu's hand, soothing and rubbing his skin gently
"it was nice seeing you again" they finished, "it was nice seeing you happy" atsumu could only compliment, as much as he hurted and ached to have you back, the smile on your face would never come if you were with him
"you'll still go to my games right?" he snickered, his infamous expression made y/n giggle. "wouldnt want to miss it"
"bring your lover yeah?" he joked
"i'll try to wake up them up early" and with that response, atsumu learned to be contended and to let go, after all - they both will cherish a good life.
someday or one day, faith will bring them back together and they know it.
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## i02 ; LOVE FOR YOU.
[ ♥︎ ₊ ˚ ]
bakugou x reader (mizuki)
- fluff owo
(after a long day of bakugou treating mizuki harshly, he shows her how much he cares)
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"hey dumbass, what is that?"
bakugou questioned your handwriting. it was hideous in his eyes, the scribbly style and swatched ink that was imprinted on the side of yout palm. it irritated him somehow but you didnt mind
bakugou always questioned you about everything. the way you laugh, the way you speak, the way you had the audacity to sit with him and his friends during lunch and even the way you walk. it didnt bother you somehow, bakugou was just mindless.
"what about it?" it was your turn to ask, he scratched the back of his head and looked around, finding the words to say. "it looks gross, can you even read that?" he commented. you let out a chuckle before eyeing your notes, "oh, i was writing fast that's why" your voice faded till the last sentence
"you dont even know how to write properly" he said, suddenly sero came with a disapproving look on his face. "dont be like that bakugou" he lectioned him, "we love your handwriting mizuki" he reassured with a smile, sending bakugou back to his seat. you always adored sero, he was good to you and gave you positive vibes.
"it's okay" you smiled, staring at bakugou looking out the window. "
[ under the orange sky ] - 3rd person.
the day ended quickly.
mizuki found herself now sitting on her desk chair, her head back as she sigh from exhaustion - trying to concentrate on her activity. after bakugou's attitude about her handwriting, his harsh comments didnt stop
during lunch time, bakugou made sure to occupy where mizuki used to sit. and his original seat, his backpack sat on top of it. mizuki ended up sitting alone on lunch before bakugou could make any other scenario. other than lunch, he also set up a water balloon on the bathroom door, he also hid mizuki's shoes, and he also hid her backpack.
her day was hectic. the pressure and the negativity, she didnt even speak to anyone else - not even toga (her secret friend) who was texting her like crazy.
she was about to close her eyes when a loud knock on the door startled her. followed by what it seems like a kick jolted her up. "who is it?" she called out, hastily putting on her slippers
opening the door, a sore eye brought up to her.
bakugou was standing with a bored look on his face
mizuki folded her arms, a sigh coming out of her lips. "what do you want?" she asked, her eyebrows up. bakugou seemed to be hiding something, his left hand was his behind his back - trembling.
"tsk, here you go" he replied sternly, his hand retracting to reveal a smol brown puppy !!!
mizuki's eyes widened, squealing and jumping around excitedly. "stop it, you're annoying" bakugou commented, handing her over the dog quickly - to which mizuki craddled sweetly
bakugou watched her kissing the dog, petting it lovingly - a type of affection he wish to have from her. "what are you going to name him?" bakugou scratched his hair
"mimi" she replied immediately.
"oh hello my love, youre so cute!" she cooed to mimi who was licking her face.
"tsk, annoying" bakugou said before gently pushing her aside and going inside her dorm room. mizuki smiled to herself, looking at bakugou who made himself comfortable on her bed
all it took, a small ambience of unexplained love and affection. mizuki and bakugou would take a lot of time to settle with each others presence
after a harsh day of bakugou treating mizuki badly.
his harsh facade would still soften with just one look of her face
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## i01 ; WEST !
— shigaraki's s/o dies after giving birth.
angst. (will not make u cry), queen magne is alive here
more : apparition sighting, mentions of attempt of injury to a child, and language.
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it already had been hours. dreadful hours of several events coming onto shigaraki's despair, he wasnt prepared for any of it.
he was just plotting his tremendous plan with dabi and the rest when twice came rushing to him, telling him that his pregnant lover had been sent to the hospital after her water broke. thats when all hell broke loose, not caring about the world and how everyone saw him — he just wanted to make sure everything was fine in the end.
with a personal nurse, a great friend of hers. she was delivering the baby and was aware of the consequences she will face once something goes wrong.
in a room, a dirty messy room. only a stained mirror separated both shigaraki and his love. the tear running down her face and the muffled scream of desperation and pain had tomura in a trance, getting held back by dabi and twice before he can barge in and ruin everything
she was supposed to break his hand, be beside her so she can crush his fingers. but she cant, for now she is clutching on a small bear gifted by toga a few months when she announced she was pregnant.
banging on the glass door, tomura managed to catch her attention. slowly and softly turning her head to his direction, he can see how tired and worn out she is. the fluttering of her half lidded eyes encouraged him to keep her awake.
her trusty nurse was already pushing and pressing down on her stomach, a procedure to do when the mother cannot push the baby out. it is to help deliver the child
"come on darling, you can do this" he whispered to himself and to her secretly, wiping the sweat that trickled on his forehead.
the sound of her grunting and forcefully screaming pierced on tomura's ear, wanting to get rid of the nasty and hurting ringing on his aide that'll sure haunt him for the rest of his life.
then that there was the end.
the final climax and the final appearance of her.
lips agape as the burning sensation on her stomach eased, her body lightened as her visions came to a white blur.
11:25 PM. the death of an important person, unable to witness the face of the child she had with her for nine months.
11:25 PM. when shigaraki's eyes gloss at the sight of her hand fell lifeless on the edge of the bed, an indication of death.
11:25 PM. the first sound of the baby crying, a wailing trouble that relieved the league, unable to know that she was already gone at that exact moment as well.
the room was trashed after that, the nurse already on the run with spinner and nomu chasing after a bloody ending. her body cradled in shigaraki's arms as he cried and yelled at everyone's faces. attempting to wake up on a sick joke by shaking her and doing everything he can
dabi fell to the floor, sitting with the dust while listening to his friend's desperate cries. toga's smile were no longer present, she had lost a great friend - she had lost a sister she loved.
"fuck, please wake up" blood was on everywhere, from where tomura picked up his love - trailing to where her daughter was layed to cry to herself and onto the floor where his nails dug in her cold pale skin
now there he was, sitting on the floor of his room. his hands on his hair, the baby peacefully wrapped on a blanket courtesy by magne, now resting on a handmade cradle they designed months ago
he was unable to look at it, he didnt want to.
if he did, all the bad things would happen again. the trauma and the painful memory now resting and buried fresh on his brilliant mind.
"that's your child, it is not a mistake. its a new road of love" magne reminded him, like the good person she is. she was close to tomura's girlfriend, she respected her being and found something special in magne.
tomura was going crazy, after getting a hold of his baby - all he had in mind was to drop it on the floor, get it dead like how it ended with y/n. but, what would she think? what would all those 9 months be worth of?
tomura knew she is gonna be mad and all in rage once she finds out her baby climbed up after she can. even in the next life, she wouldnt have forgive tomura if he did what he planned to do that moment prior
his thoughts and clouded mind took to a halt upon hearing a cheerful ply of laughter and giggle coming from the cradle. his teary eyes scratched to the direction, a familiar person came upon him
illuminated in a streak of bright starry light that teared through the broken glass window, shielding against the cradle.
the faint transparent image of y/n stood miraculously.
from what it seems like enjoying her time with the baby, to which the infant responded. it was like she was actually there, physically there. contended and happy to see her adorable bunch for the first time, getting to feel her warmth and see the happy smile on her face made y/n happy
the baby responded in a way, her small fingers reaching out.
tomura stumbled to stand up, his feet hitting the nearby chair.
"d-darling..is that r-really you?" he faintly called out, his hand stretched out - hoping to get ahold of her. she turned his head towards him, her infamous sunshine smile that could lit up the whole room gave tomura his reassurance
"take care of her for me my love, i know you can do it" she started, "i will always be here with all of you, lets see each other again"
"i love you my handsome tomura"
and just like that, she left once again.
tomura wiped the tear off of his face, protectively hugging his child who unknowingly sobbed on his shirt.
"i will my love, i will"
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