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Until death brings us together Chapter 4 : DEATH

Final chapter of my Ghost Shinsou x reader fic!

You can read it on AO3

Title: Until death brings us together

Stauts: Complete

Tags/Warnings: Shinsou x reader, ghost!Shinshou, modern AU, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Character Death, depression, toxic friendship (not with Shinsou), sadness, pain, needles, perfusion, hospitals, mention of cancer, drugged drinks, ethylic coma, accidental death, suffering, disease, bullying, bittersweet ending

Rating: E

Summary: It starts slowly, insidiously; the sadness, the restless nights, the tears you silently cry at night alone in your empty apartment. That’s coincidently when you start seeing him: the man with the deep violet eyes, and he’s following you.Is he an evil spirit? Is he death? Or is he your depressed mind playing tricks on you?

You fall into a routine with Hitoshi. A dangerous one. Dangerous for your sanity. Because it just feels too real. Like he’s an actual colleague, or a roommate, made of palpable flesh, supported by solid bones. You tend to forget he’s not even breathing.

He’s with you at work when you take your break alone; he’s here on your couch in the evening when you need to talk about the upsetting things that happened during your shift. He’s here in the morning, teasing you about being a zombie before you had your coffee. You have his undivided attention when you talk, as he has yours when he sometimes tells you about his parents with watery eyes in the late nights of the week-end. He doesn’t want to go see them; you asked.

Since he’s become your supernatural roommate (companion? Friend? ..? You don’t know, you’re not afraid of him, but of what you want to call him), you’re…. better. Surprisingly so. You should be afraid for your sanity; you still had the pills you wanted to take when you first noticed him, but things in your life are weirdly easier. It’s easier to talk with your colleagues, the doctors seem nicer, more approachable. More human. You truly realize you’re all in this together, and they’re flawed like you are, but it’s fine because Dr Stiles has a beautiful wife that he likes to call “his heart” and one of your stoical older colleagues is a grandmother now and talks about her grandson with tears of emotion in her eyes. They are touching. They are people like you are, and not robots who do the same routine as you,; people that you pass by without seeing them, without caring, despite being a nurse.

Kagura even apologizes to you one day. You accept to hang out with her again, because she’s not so rotten, just insecure. You only promise yourself you won’t make the mistake of not setting boundaries with her this time. Oddly you have a feeling it won’t be a problem. When you hear her laugh again for the first time in weeks, it brings a smile to your face.

Generally, you tend to see the silver linings of things a lot more than before, the brighter side of negative events, the glass half full. And it feels great actually. You feel better.

Your life is far from perfect, and work is still difficult, but you truly feel better. You even go as far as starting random conversation with strangers at the mall, in the café where you still like to hang out. There you often chat with the new barista, the one with freckles and a smile that feels like sunshine. You even got his number. His name is Izuku. But Izuku’s not the one towards whom your thoughts always drift out without your consent.

It’s bad, how important Hitoshi became in your life; how close he is to your heart, he who doesn’t exist anymore. Thanks to his presence, you never feel lonely; you’re capable of being brave; braver, because he’s never too far away from you, even when you can’t see him. And because of it, you selfishly refuse to let him go.

You did research on ghosts, browsing weird websites to gather information you’re not sure you can trust. And you’re convinced he’s here for a reason, which probably isn’t keeping company to a depressed meaningless little nurse. Yet you don’t want him to leave you, so you ignore all the stuff you read about ‘accomplishing something so they can finally rest in peace’. Given how he’s gone; how could he ever be at peace? All that stuff’s probably bullshit anyway… right? Sometimes you still feel guilty for not telling him about those unscientific researches; for not at least trying to set him free.

He never approaches the subject of the future with you. Maybe he’s content with your actual situation? Or maybe he can’t wrap his mind around the concept of leaving forever. Of disappearing. Everyone’s a little afraid of death. Maybe that’s just why he’s here in the first place? Because he doesn’t want to make the big jump. Because his death was so sudden he wasn’t prepared to go; and he’s still not ready to go.

That night, you’re in your bed, musing over all this bullshit under your blanket, unable to sleep.

You can’t sleep because you’re thinking of him, and those thoughts treacherously go towards the feelings you’ve grown towards him.

If only he was still alive. If only he was a resident in your hospital, things could be much simpler. Would have been much simpler. You don’t know the guys who did what they did to him and either they don’t care or they are traumatized. Either way you hate them. You feel like they robbed something from the both of you.

You could have loved him. Would have loved him.

It’s easy to let your thoughts wander to that fantasy. You imagine dates in cafés, ice-cream under the sun at the beach… and then more intimate situations.

Mindlessly, your hand has travelled down your stomach and between your legs. During one second you feel ashamed of what you’re about to do. But the desire burning deep into your core is stronger. Your libido has been down for months because of your state of mind, and now that its awakened, the need you feel for release is unbearable.

It’s not difficult to imagine Hitoshi above you. Your creative mind offers to fill in the gaps as you picture his naked body; lean but muscular., taking you while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear in that smooth voice of his. His resonates clear and deep in your mind and his half-lidded purple eyes watching you are easy to picture.

“Hitoshi please” You don’t hear yourself breathe his name with your pulse pounding against your temples.

You’re almost there.

“Yes?”

His voice has the effect of an icing shower and you jolt up, grabbing your blanket to hide yourself, to hide the activities you were abandoning yourself to.

“W-what are you doing here? How long have you been here?” You ask too quickly, a little panicked.

“I just arrived, I thought you called me”

“I didn’t.. I-”

You stop when it occurs to you that maybe you moaned his name. A desperate groan escapes you and you hide your burning face under the blanket. A moment of heavy silence, and then Hitoshi dares to ask : “Were you doing what I think you were doing?”

You roll yourself until you’re a blanket burrito facing away from him.

“Do you want me to leave?” He asks next, maybe a little bit embarrassed. At least he doesn’t sound angry.

You groan again and try to disappear into a mountain of blankets. You’ll never be able to look him in the eyes again.

There’s a moment of silence, and you think he’s gone, never to come back given how disgusted he must be with you.

But you think you feel the blankets shift when in truth they don’t shift at all, and his voice is closer to your ear when he says. “I have to admit I’m kind of flattered”

You peak out from under your blanket, face so hot you’re surprised there isn’t smoke coming out of your ears. “Really?”

Hitoshi, who’s lying on his side ontop of the covers, facing you, graces you with a bashful smile. “Really”

“You’re definitely not real”

He chuckles at your comment, the sound of it music to your ears.

“I’m sorry” You mumble, mouth hidden by your blanket.

“I’m sorry too….” He tells you, and then there is a shift in his eyes. “That I can’t be with you like this”

He’s very intently looking at you, and the mood changes back to something more serious. “That I can’t touch you the way you want me to” He continues, and the way his voice lowered has you shiver. The tension is back in you, the desire renewed between your legs from just a few words.

“I wish I could feel how soft you are, how smooth your skin is” He confesses, his dark amethyst eyes never leaving your body, trying to see more, like he can see through the barrier of your blanket.

One hand slowly moves towards you, and although he can’t, it’s like he’s cupping your cheek. “How sweet you would taste”

There’s a tingling in your lips when his thumb ghosts over them. It’s like you can feel him there next to you. The warmth of his touch, almost real, sending electricity coursing in your veins wherever the echo of his skin touches yours.

“I would kiss those perfect lips”

His fingers travel down to the hollow of your neck, and his face comes closer, his lips close to your ear as he whispers: “I would make love to you all night long”

A sigh escapes you and the previous ache you felt in your core awakens again, burning ten times harder. You’re probably going mad at this point, because no one touching you as ever felt as good as Hitoshi just being here next to you, talking to you.

“Go on, don’t be shy, let me admire you, my pretty kitten”

The pet name makes your cheeks heat up. Still, you push your blanket away, unashamed of showing him your body now that you’re excited. You instinctively know he’ll take care of you and help you tend to your needs.

“Yes, just like that. You’re so beautiful” Beside lust, there’s a hint of another emotion in his voice, something like regret or sadness that he’s trying to hide. But your brain stops focusing on it the second he says: “Now touch yourself for me.”

Your heart skips a beat in your chest before it races, your blood pounding in your ears. You close your eyes and let his voice guide you, fill your mind until the only thing you can think about is him. Obediently, your hand travels down to resume your previous activities. Hitoshi is so close to you. You’re sure he’s watching your every move. You’d love to see the look in his eyes; maybe he’s licking his lips from time to time. But you still feel a bit shy and it’s easier to keep your eyes closed and abandon yourself to the pleasure you’re sinking into.

“That’s it. My sweet kitten. So nice to everyone. You deserve to feel good”

You whimper, the pace of your hand on your clit increasing. You’re so close already. You’ve never been so aroused so quickly and if you weren’t so lost in the moment, you would feel ashamed of nearing the age so easily.

“Let me make you feel good”

He’s so smooth, feeding you with praises in a steady flow that brings wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through your whole body. Slowly your arousal builds up with the way he keeps bringing it higher and higher from his voice alone, like he’s growing a fire by slowly but meticulously blowing onto its embers.

“I want to hear every breath I would draw from you”

The ghost of his touch tingles under your skin, warm and inviting, comforting.

“Say my name again”

You obey, crying out his name just before a powerful orgasm steals your voice and all the air from your lungs.

It takes you a moment to come to, and when you open your eyes, Hitoshi is still lying next to you, a wickedly satisfied smile on his lips. You feel shy again, exposed in only your underwear when he’s fully dressed. You bring the blanket up to your neck and his smile becomes gentler when he sees the way you’re blushing.

“Feeling good?” He asks, shifting closer.

“Perfect” You whisper. “Thank you”

“My pleasure” The melody of his low purr almost makes you want to have another go at whatever ghost sex you just had. But your muscles are sore, and you feel exhausted.

You don’t have time to ask him if you can somehow return the favour, even if he doesn’t have a body, because your eyelids fall heavily over your eyes, and you feel yourself helplessly drifting to sleep.

“Sweet dreams kitten” He whispers, and as you close your eyes, there’s a warmth on your forehead where you imagine he’s gently kissing you.

“Good night Hitoshi” You try to whisper before falling asleep.

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The next day, you are in an excellent mood. You spend a lazy Sunday at home, drinking hot chocolate while watching a movie as rain pours outside your window.

Hitoshi appears at one point and the smile you give him is positively beaming. He sits next to you, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and you chat about the work that awaits you this week at the hospital.

In that moment, close to him, you feel content. You feel complete and at peace. You hope he feels it too; that calm.

That night you throw away the pills before his eyes, and when you go to bed, Hitoshi is not too far, and there’s no anxiety to keep you awake.

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Your honey-moon phase is short lived. What goes up must always come down they said, and things soon started to go downhill.

It starts the next week-end when you go to your usual café. Hitoshi’s sitting across from you, and the next moment he’s not. Cut mid-sentence he disappears. When he comes back, you brush it off with a smile. However these incidents keep happening more and more often. At home, when he’s next to you, you don’t feel the warmth from before anymore, and looking at it more closely, he’s becoming more see-through with each day. You have more and more difficulty seeing him, hearing him, and he looks more and more transparent, the tips of his hair and his fingertips sometimes even blurred, like he’s fading into the atmosphere.

At first you deny he’s starting to vanish from your life. But you can’t hide from the truth forever, and you have to face the fear that keeps you awake at night.

Then, you start feeling selfish, for. How could you help him feel at peace like he helped you? You realize you can’t live like this forever. You’ll grow old, and what will happen to him? Will he stay in between forever? Is there something you can do so his soul can rest in peace before he just disappears?

With these thoughts soon comes another question: if you killed yourself, would you be able to stay with him as a ghost forever? No, you can’t let yourself think like that. You have your whole life ahead of you when he was robbed of his. He would never forgive you if you ended it for him. And he would be right about it.

You’re so caught up in your racing thoughts and anxiety that you barely even enjoy the few moments you manage to spend with Hitoshi.

One rainy day, when you get home from work after no seeing him during your shift, despite calling for him, you find him waiting for you beside the couch.

He looks sickly pale, even for a ghost.

The way he softly says your name when he invites you to sit down breaks your heart.

“I think it’s time for me to go”

You want to stand up, to confront him and if the gesture he makes with his hand to appease you is enough to keep you sitting, it doesn’t stop your voice from cracking.

“What do you mean. Go where?!”

The pained look in his eyes is torture to watch.

“ Since the day you threw away those pills away, I have more and more difficulty maintaining myself here. My consciousness is getting blurry and in my mind it feels like there’s something pulling at me, trying to lead me somewhere. And I think I need to follow it” He clutched an the blurry fabric of his shirt, just where his heart should be. “I feel it in my gut, my job here is done. You’re safe, so I can go. ”

This time you get up. You try to embrace him, but this time your arms just pass through him.

“Please no, don’t go, I need you. I can’t live without you!” You can’t stop the tears that are streaming down your cheeks. Angry and sad, you try to grab at him, to hit him, to push him, whatever it takes to just keep him here with you.

“You know we can’t stay like this. You need to move forward, to enjoy your future. I won’t change, I’m not even really here. I will only hold you back if I stay. I have to see what’s next. I’m not afraid anymore. You gave me courage” His smile doesn’t reach his teary eyes.

“But it’s unfair, you helped me so much” You sob, your tired arms falling to your sides.

“You heart is too tender for this world. But it is not a bad thing. You are a good person. You help people” Hitoshi’s voice is harder and harder to hear, slowly becoming a low whisper. “Live for the two of us. Enjoy. I wish we had met earlier but if at least I could help you so you wouldn’t end up like me, I’m glad. I’m glad I met you. Live long and live well… ” You can’t see his legs anymore, and his waist is starting to evaporated into the air, like he never existed.

You’re powerless. From the beginning you were powerless. You hate that he was given to you and that now he’s taken from you. God, spirits, the devil, you despise whoever put you through these wonderful moments just to rob you of them. You despise the guys who had Hitoshi killed…. But amongst the pain and sorrow, you manage to tell him the most important thing. The thing you don’t regret.

“I love you” You cry, and the look of surprise on his face is blurred by his fading contours and the tears streaming down your face.

His amethyst eyes widen before they soften. He forces one last smile for you and if his last words are barely an echo of a noise, you’ll never forget them “I would have loved you too”

In front of you there’s nothing but empty air. Around you the only sound is that of silence. You fall to your knees and cry your heart out for him.

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The next day, you call in sick. You don’t want to do anything, don’t want to see anyone. You leave Kagura’s worried messages on ‘unread’. You rummage through your trash can, looking for the pills, but they’re long gone.

The next week, you at least take a shower before going to work, your only intention being to steal the pills again. At night, the bottle in hand, you look yourself into the mirror. Dark bags under your eyes, pale skin and untended hair… you look like shit. You look into that poor girl’s eyes; that poor girl who has her whole life waiting for her. You throw the bottle of pills against the wall with all your force before you start crying again.

The next month. You accept to go out with Kagura. The pain so vivid before is a dull ache that makes you feel numb. You don’t want to do anything, but you let her take you wherever she wants. When she goes to use the bathroom, the bubbly freckled barista comes to have a chat with you. He manages to bring a small smile to your face.

The next year, you’re texting Izuku in the train that brings you to Hitoshi’s hometown. You place white lilies on his grave and pray that he’s in a better place.

Years later, you marry that cute barista who brightens your life like sunshine. When the two of you have children, you make sure to show them they’re not alone and listen to their struggles. You are overjoyed when they become parents too. You keep your job as a nurse until your retire and with your husband and family, you overcome all the smaller troubles that life brings you.

At the end of a full life with no regrets, in your hospital bed, you close your eyes and greet death like an old friend. A tall figure extends a pale hand to you at the end of a tunnel of light. You get closer and find shiny violets eyes wrinkled with the hint of a smile. You take the silhouette’s hand, unafraid.

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kiki-sleeps · 10 months

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MHA - Hitoshi Shinso x reader

A/N: Exactly after a year since I've created my tumblr account, I've been so mesmerized by the sheer amount of content that I completely forgot about writing myself lol. Anyways, this a one-shot based on a character I created a long time ago and it was written around that time so my style is different from the Jack Frost story. Let me know which of the two you think is better and why if you feel like leaving a comment or a reblog <3

LISTEN TO THE SONG CHLORINE - TWENTY ONE PILOTS WHILE READING (I changed the lyrics a little bit to make them fit with the story, it shouldn't be noticeable tho)

TW: Torture, mentions of needles, blood, (semi)gore, character death, wounds, tubes and stitches (lmk if I should add other warnings)

So where were you? It's been a little while

The doctor's voice wakes me up from my slumber as I feel multiple tubes and needles injecting in my skin. My eyes are half-lidded, blurry figures hovering over mine. Ahh, it's truly been a fair bit of time since I've been here. I didn't miss it. These experiments have been draining the life out of me. They put me in one of the capsules for monitoring and then he speaks again;

"Aren't you happy? We'll do one of your favourites!"

His voice is muffled by the glass, but I hear his sarcastic words perfectly. He turns his head to one of the nurses and orders:

"Go full out in the lungs"

Sippin' on straight chlorine, let the vibes slide over me

The ugly smell makes its way through the mask on my face, and I can feel my senses going numb for the umpteenth time in my life. My head starts spinning, and so do my thoughts. This could be regarded as getting high, but it's nowhere near as happy as that. The euphoric feeling doesn't exist here. Just nothing.

This beat is a chemical, beat is a chemical

The only thing I feel is the steady rhythm of my heart. Like a calm drum that goes in pair with the ringing in my ears. It's a lonely soothing feeling, like a lullaby that's just for me.

When I leave don't save my seat, I'll be back when it's all complete

Memories come to mind.

"Don't worry," I said to him. "I'll be fine."

Lies. I should have just said goodbye when I had the chance.

The moment is medical, moment is medical

My depressing regrets come to a temporary end as my tired eyes look at a finger tapping on the glass. They do this every time.

"If you see it, it means you're healing."

Healing from what? I've never been sick in the first place. You're the ones who created a whole clinical identity for me.

I was fine, once upon a time. But my story is no fairytale. Just a bunch of unfortunate choices. Except for one. Deciding to give him the last hopes I had is the only thing I regard as the luckiest that could ever happen to me.

Sippin' on straight chlorine

I want to cough, but I can't. I've tried, when I still had the will to resist. The result? Just vomiting. The tubes are too far and too deep in my throat to make me have any kind of relief by the action.

Lovin' what I'm tastin'

Still, I like not being able to do anything. Gives me time to think. I never could do it, being worried about even surviving on to the day after.

Venom on my tongue

Dependant at times

I'm fully conscious of the acid in my mouth, and I love it. Tastes like the ugly tears I've shed in my useless 17 years. Ah, this is too good. How ironic, I've come to appreciate the thing I hated the most.

This beautiful, addictive feeling.

Poisonous vibration

The capsule shakes, more needles get into my arms. One goes in my cheek, stained with uncontrollable tears.

Helped my body run

I remember the one time I tried to escape. And I almost succeeded. But seeing the light at the end of the tunnel was too good to be true.

I'm runnin' for my life,

Runnin' for my life

I can't explain how I found the strength to break the restraint that kept me here, I just did. But it didn't last long. I was suffocating after all. No one could run more than a couple of meters with all that toxins in the lungs. Like I have now.

Sippin' on straight chlorine, let the vibes slide over me

This beat is a chemical, beat is a chemical

When I leave don't save my seat, I'll be back when it's all complete

The moment is medical, moment is medical

The process starts again. More silence. I focus on the memory of my hopeless escape. Why did I do it? In the end, I had nothing to live for.

Right, when I only had these laboratories as a source of knowledge, how could I have the wish to be out? It was probably because I didn't know anything about the outside. It was the thirst for freedom. But now? I have nothing to fight for. I saw what I wanted and met the people I so desperately wanted to talk to. A disappointing experience, to say the least. When they found out I was a testing mannequin, they looked at me like everyone here always did. A monster. A beast, a creature that could go feral if it was so much touched.

They all did.

I blink, and an almost forgotten face in all the hatred surrounding my mind comes to thought.

Shinso.

He was the only ray of light in the ugly darkness of the world, the sole person who saw past the scars on my skin.

Oh, yes. He'd be worth fighting for. All of his touches, every little inch of affection he deserves makes it worth the fight.

Sippin' on straight chlorine

I inhale profoundly. I've decided. If not for myself, I'll do it for him. I'll get out of this hell hole and be free again. And this time, I won't be caught.

Fall out of formation

Without making it noticeable, I slowly start to move my arms, testing what I can and cannot control. I can move almost everything, but the skin is completely numb, I've lost all sensitivity.

Well, not like I care. This could be actually good, I won't feel any pain even if they shoot me.

I plan my escape from walls they confined

I close my eyes and free my mind of everything useless. I have to make a plan, I can't just burst out and hope to be lucky. Think, think! What can you do? I could break out and take the nearest syringe to get to a weapon, but after that? More information, I need more! All the simulations in my mind end all in the same way: failure. There must be something– Oh. Yes, that could work. It kinda looks like my savior, that little annoying finger belonging to an armed guard.

Ok, time to put it in action.

I gather all my strength, and pull myself up with all the strings still attached to me. I focus on the hit I have to give to the glass with my head to make it break.

Ah, it worked.

Rebel red carnation

The pieces of the capsule cap I broke are impaling my arms, but I don't care, I don't even feel them. Blood is pouring out, almost too blue to be recognizable if not for the metallic smell it has.

Grows while I decay

This isn't exactly the best thing that could happen. Losing blood means a higher chance of fainting and less resistance. Damn it.

I jump out taking the shards of glass and throwing them around. At least I can make a bit of people incapable like this. None of them has to leave the room, I can't have the alarm going off just as I lifted a finger.

I pull the guard in front of me by the hand.

"This is the finger that likes to tap as if I'm a fish in a bowl, huh? I can't let you keep it then!"

Is this my voice? It sounds foreign, a stranger that talks like me. Well, no matter, I can't be distracted now by futile things.

With a little bit of sickening happiness, I cut off the hand of the soldier with the last shard and take his gun.

I'm runnin' for my life

Runnin' for my life

Yeah, I'm runnin' for my life

Runnin' for my life

I spin and start to run, bare feet resounding against the floor tiles. My breath is ragged, and I'm opening my mouth like a gaping fish out of water.

Had you in my coat pocket, where I kept my rebel red

Come on, come on! Think of him, he'll give you strength! I grit my teeth as the lights start to flicker and go red. Tch, they were able to give the alarm.

I felt I was invincible, you wrapped around my head

It doesn't matter, I can still play. In my mind now the only thing that goes round and round are the words he once said to me;

"I love you"

Like a broken record, my head plays and replays the memory, as if to give me confidence. And it works. I don't care if I slip, I just run and run and run.

Now different lives I lead, my body lives on lead

I want to be with him again, I want to be the idiot who thought he was joking when he asked her out, I want to be that girl again!!

But it feels as if that is a totally different universe, where a lucky distorted version of me can be happy. But not the me right now.

The mixture of chemicals is taking control of me, my eyes are starting to see black dots in the corners of my vision.

The last two lines may read incorrect until said

No, it's not finished until I say so. I refuse to give up now that I have something to strive for. I didn't get drugged just to trip at the last second. I. Won't. Fail.

The lead is terrible in flavor

I want to puke. And technically, I could. No plastic tubes are here to stop me now. No, no, bad thoughts. Just push it down and you'll be fine. Standing up, I gulp and dash down the white hall again.

But now you double as a papermaker

As I run behind a corner to avoid some bullets, I'm taken down by memories again. Oh great, a panic attack. Just what I needed. The rush of colors in my head is fabricating episodes that never existed. Words thrown at me by my stupid brain created from layers of anxiety.

And the first ones, always making me freeze in my steps, are said by the lips I love the most, twisting in a cruel smirk, a double faced mask covering the features of the boy I adore;

"You're a monster, how could I ever love you?"

Supported by the real reminder of the only times we ever argued, the fake statement creeps fast through my mind, breaking the last bit of self restraint I have.

I despise you sometimes

I shout, I have to move or these shadows lurking in my mind won't leave me alone. I start to talk in my head, to remain sane. At least, as sane as I could be.

"Hey Shinso, you know what? I hate you. For making me do this, for making me wish for a life that wasn't mine to begin with!"

But it's a lie. I love him, so much it hurts.

I love to hate the fight and you in my life is like

And the actual discussions we had, I hated them with a passion. I could never be mad at you. How could I? The happiness I felt with you was so overwhelming.

I could only see you. Kinda like

"Sippin' on straight chlorine" ,

let the vibes slide over me

This beat is a chemical, beat is a chemical

When I leave don't save my seat, I'll be back when it's all complete

The moment is medical, moment is medical

Sippin' on straight chlorine

I huff, this is taking a huge toll on my body. I don't know how many turns I've taken, how many people I've killed, and I can't bring myself to care. I just want to find the damn exit in this labyrinth of walls and closed windows. I want to be mad. I want to let myself be consumed by the rage that wants to erase this hell from existence. I want to, but I can't. For two simple reasons. Blood loss and toxins. I'm running on adrenaline and suppressor chemicals, the only quirk I have right now is the will to save my ass.

Let the vibe, let the vibe

Beat is a chemical, yeah

My heart is beating frantically, maybe I can finally go apeshit?

Let the vibe, let the vibe

Moment is medical, yeah

No, I have to stay sane. I don't want to die here because I couldn't control my rage.

Sippin' on straight chlorine

Let the vibe, let the vibe

Beat is a chemical, yeah

I can see it, I can see the emergency exit sign light! It's so close, I can get there–

My feet skidder on the floor as I'm stopped by a loud explosion.

Out of hole in the wall, guided by the purple hair I recognize immediately, in all their glory stand my classmates from UA. How…? They're not supposed to be here, they're supposed to hate me! No, no, this is all wrong-

"Sorry for being late, love. This place was hard to find."

Let the vibe, let the vibe

Moment is medical, yeah

And I can see it. The dark circles under his eyes are even more accentuated than usual, he must have stayed nights awake just to find me. I'm so happy he's here, the tears come to my eyes in a reflex.

I'm so sorry, I forgot you

Behind him, in their full geared suits, my friends start to fire at the soldiers. Kirishima gives me one of his usual toothy grins. How could I forget the stupid nicknames, full of affection, the late night games, the long shopping sessions? How could I ever think the ones who lured me out of my shell could turn against me?

Let me catch you up to speed

I run towards them. I throw my gun, I don't even care anymore. I just want to get to the blinding light they all emit, a promise of salvation I desperately want to grasp. I'm almost there, I'm almost there!

A bang makes me gasp. A bullet, straight through my heart. I let out a blood-curdling scream. Ah, I'm falling. I look up ahead, Shinso's violet widened eyes are staring at me, his mouth open. I'm waiting for the impact, but he catches me. Sweet, sweet Shinso. Always going to be my knight in shining armor, huh? He turns me to face the ceiling as I lay motionless in his arms. I watch as he shouts for a paramedic.

He then turns to me;

"Everything's going to be ok, don't worry, you'll be fine-"

I stop him. I just want to tell him one last thing:

"I've been tested like the ends of

A weathered flag that's by the sea"

All the pain is summed up in a sentence. Almost too easy to describe the amount of suffering. And yet, it fulfills its purpose.

I ask him one last thing.

"Can you build my house with pieces?"

I'm just a chemical

Can you promise me you'll still do everything you told me? Will you continue to live without me, happy? Please do. All the things we wanted to try together, do them for me. And the smile you hid all these years, show it. To someone who can brighten up your days like I won't be able to do.

"No, no, no! We have to do it together, you promised!"

"Can you build my house with pieces?"

I'm just a chemical

I take my hand up to his cheek, once full of wrinkles because of the joyful laugh only I was able to hear. I wipe his tears away.

Promise me. Please.

"N-no, I don't want to, there's still enough time! S-see? The ambulance is coming!"

"Can you build my house with pieces?"

I'm just a chemical

He starts sobbing, and places his hand above mine.

I'm fine with this. An appropriate death for a cursed life. I know he'll move on. He's strong. He'll achieve his dreams and so more. Even though I won't be there to see it. I ask him one more time.

"Can you build my house with pieces?"

At last, he promises.

"I-I swear I will."

Good boy. Ah, it's time. I can feel my conscience slipping away. I'm so, so tired. I want to sleep. As I close my eyes, the last thing I see are his vibrant purple irises full of tears. At least, their comforting color will accompany me to the other side. If there is one for me, that is. There could never be heaven for a creature like me.

After all,

I'm just a chemical

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tired-teacher-blog · 1 year

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Helloooooo I hope you're doing super fine and that you're reading for 2023 ! 🌺🌟

It's 3 am and I just had to send you send this request if you're okay with it of course 🥰

Do you know the old trend with the corset one tiktok ( y"You bring the corsets we'll bring the cinchers" this is the song ) if not go to 1:33 here she is the one who started the trend I think

Well Y/n is doing it too but for her own entertainment lmao and - Izuku, Shoto, Katsuki, Dabi, Shigaraki, Shinzo and Tamaki - walk up on her doing it 😂 - spice it up if you want 😚

Again not pressure and take care of youself 💚💙

Baby I'm so sorry for taking almost two months to get to it 😭 but I hope you enjoy every part of this ❤️

A lovely view

Characters : Bakugo/ Shouto/ Izuku/ Shinsou/ Amajiki/ Dabi/ Shigaraki/ Fem reader

Genre : Fluff/ Suggestive themes

Notes : The main focus here is the characters' reactions rather than a description of the challenge itself. The challenge will be vaguely referred to and only in some of the parts.

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

Shinsou :

_ "Oh! what do we have here?"

You jumped up hearing your boyfriend's amused voice, and immediately turned the music off on your phone.

Apparently, you were too immersed in the cute little performance you've made for yourself, that you failed to notice him walking in on you.

_ "Hitoshi! You're home!" you were too stunned to do anything other than running around the room in a disparate attempt to find something to cover yourself up with, since the corset hugging your upper body had caught his attention immediately.

He stood there in place, arms crossed and gleaming eyes following your every move, while an amused smirk adorned his features.

He did not expect coming home to such a cute surprise, and your reaction was the cherry on top.

_ "Stop staring at me! This is embarrassing!" you felt self conscious under his piercing stare, and what made things even more insufferable was his lack of response, so you started again in hopes of filling the awkward silence surrounding you, "I was just having fun on my own, no one was supposed to see this, least of all you.." you whispered that last part as if hoping he wouldn't catsh it, but to your surprise, that was what brought him to his senses.

_ "What? Why not? Were you honestly not gonna show me?" he was only a few inches away from you at that point, eyes fixated on the curves of your body, and arms reaching out to pull you closer.

Your only response was a shaky breath when your boyfriend decided to latch onto your collarbone, licking and nibbling like a hungry dog, "I'm hurt y/n, to think that you wanted to keep this from me, tsk.." he inched towards the bed with you still in his arms, pushing you down gently onto the soft bedsheets before hovering over you, "wanna make it up to me beautiful?" and the flare in his eyes intensified as he whispered suggestively.

Bakugo :

_ "Babe I'm home." he called out from the entrance, kicking his shoes and dragging his feet as he proceeded to look for you around the house.

He figured you would be at home already, but the quiet empty atmosphere suggested otherwise.

However, it didn't take long for the music to reach his ears from behind the closed bedroom door.

_ "Hi babe I've been looking for.."

He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes widening and mouth dropping open as soon as you came into view.

You were standing in front of your mirror, wearing nothing but a delicate panties that hugged your bum perfectly, and a corset that he could swear has never seen you wearing before.

_ "Katsuki! When did you.. wait let me explain!" you tried to sound calm as you raised your hands up and took a few steps back, but the animalistic look taking over his features, sent shivers down your spine.

_ "Yeah okay go ahead, I'm listening." but he wasn't, because the next thing you knew, he was all over you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing down your neck.

_ "It's.. it's really no big deal, just.. something I wanted to do for fun." you struggled between soft moans as his lips carried on mapping your delicate skin, almost losing your balance when he licked a slow stripe down your cleavage.

_ "I see I see, so am I allowed to join in the fun?" and he didn't even wait to hear your response, sneaking his fingers past the lace trim of your panties and groping those luscious butt cheeks he so much adored.

You couldn't take anymore of his teasing, breathing out a lustful "yes" before claiming his lips in a longing liplock.

Dabi :

_ "Are we done already? Can I take it off now?" you were fuming as you stood there in front of him, upper body clad in a floral corset that you casually put on earlier for a little private show you had planned for yourself, not taking into account your boyfriend's sudden appearance.

_ "Hmm.." was he even listening to you? You guessed 'not' based on the flaming look in his eyes and the lower lip caught between his pearly whites.

He demanded to see what you were up to behind his back, and even after giving him a mouthwatering show -despite your crippling bashfulness- he still wanted to see more.

You were fidgety as you regretted the whole thing, and your furiousness grew by the second.

_ "Alright, give me a little twirl, will you? But do it slowly." he leaned back against the back cushion of the sofa, crossing his legs and gesturing you to carry on.

Did he have a death wish? You were ready to punch that irritating smirk off his face, but for some odd reason you also enjoyed his torment.

You took a deep breath and did as he asked, keeping your eyes on him at all times.

_ "Good, now come here." he demanded through a husky voice, patting his thigh with one hand and extending the other for you to take while guiding you to his lap.

_ "So what now?" you ran your fingers through his soft messy hair after settling on his waist.

_ "Now is time for the fun part doll."

And you didn't need to ask any further questions as you felt his fingers loosening the laces of your corset.

Amajiki :

_ "Oh! I'm.. I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to.. I'll be outside." his face immediately turned red as he stammered his words.

You couldn't understand his reaction though, he has seen you wearing a lot less before, so what was it then?

Was it because the garment squeezing your torso defined your breasts perfectly? Perhaps, but you needed to have a clear answer.

_ "Wait ! Tamaki don't go," you grabbed his arm as he turned around to leave, and stepped in front of him, but his gaze refused to meet yours.

In fact, he kept his eyes peeled on the ceiling and that was enough to answer your question.

You took another step closer, pressing your boobs to his heaving chest, and watched amusingly as he swallowed thickly, "Tamaki, look at me sweetheart, tell me what you think of this."

_ "I think it's.. it's.." and it was as if he had forgotten how to speak properly, but you pushed a bit more nonetheless, pecking his reddening neck and giggling as you did so.

_ "I was just a bit bored and wanted to have some fun, care to join me?" your fingers played with the fabric of his shirt, and your eyes watched as he struggled to keep his own away.

He looked incredibly adorable, all blushing and tense, but you wanted to feel his touch.

_ "You're really stubborn." you pouted cutely, taking his hands in yours before placing them on your corset-clad breasts, and biting down on your lip when he unconsciously squeezed on the perky globes.

And that was when he finally lowered his gaze to meet your own, shy expression still present upon his features, but also was a dark mysterious glint that rarely ever appeared in his eyes.

You couldn't control the shivers running through your whole body, because that look only meant one thing: he was going to make you pay for teasing him.

Shouto :

He was not supposed to see you wearing it, especially if he was going to observe you with that blank expression of his, but there he was..

_ "Shouto, say something already." you were only trying to chase away the boredom as you slipped into your corset and started your private performance, unaware of the piercing stare coming from behind you until it was too late.

_ "What was that?" he finally spoke, closing the door behind him as he walked in, and tilting his head to the side as pure confusion laced his uttered words.

_ "Nothing really, this is nothing." you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, still oblivious of what was going through his mind.

_ "Can you do it again?"

Oh?

You failed to respond for a moment, racking your brain to no avail until he approached you slowly, placing both hands on either side of your torso and stroking the thick fabric of your corset like a curious little puppy who's facing the world's biggest mystery.

And all of a sudden, his fingers stopped moving and his eyes popped out, "can you even breathe properly in this?! Okay I changed my mind, just take it off it seems painful."

Seeing the look of concern in his mismatched irises, as he struggled to figure out a way to free you from your confinement, was truly endearing.

_ "I love you Shouto." you giggled softly, cradling his cheeks and gazing into his blinking confused eyes.

_ "I love you too, but I'm serious you should really take it off because.."

You had to silence him with a kiss, you truly couldn't help yourself.

He is simply the sweetest.

Izuku :

_ "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to walk in on you!" his sudden outburst startled you, almost bringing a shriek out of your throat if you didn't turn around to face him at once.

His hands flew to cover his bright red face as he stood there awkwardly.

Your reaction was no better than his though, as you sank through the floor and squeezed your eyes shut.

You could have easily heard a pin drop as embarrassment consumed you both and a stifling silence filled up the air. It was only a few moments, but felt like eternity.

Izuku lowered his hands cautiously, not because he wanted to take a better look at your outfit, but rather to check in on you since you hadn't said a word the whole time.

_ "Y/n, are you okay? Do you want me to leave?" he sounded as nervous as you felt, and you knew for a fact that your voice would crack should you attempt to respond, therefore you settled for a feeble shake of your head as you slowly opened your eyes.

_ "Alright then, can I come closer?" he was still being cautious, but your eager nod comforted him.

He was finally able to get a clearer look at you, and again, the blood rushed to his cheeks as you were utterly captivating.

_ "I was just a little bored so.." you had finally found your voice, small as it was, but your eyes remained trained on your clenched fists.

_ "Oh! Yeah I see.. well," he stopped for a second to take a deep breath and place a warm hand on your trembling ones before carrying on, "you look beautiful."

And that was the moment you finally dared looking in his face, with a bright smile and twinkling eyes that warmed up his heart.

_ "You are the most beautiful y/n."

Shigaraki :

_ "What.. the hell.." he froze in the middle of your room, eyes squinting and head tilted in pure curiosity as he attempted to understand what was happening.

_ "Come closer, I'll.. I'll show you." you were torn between your desire to explain what you've been up to, and the overwhelming bashfulness that took over your being. He was never meant to see you like that after all.

_ "Alright." he moved closer to where you stood, a serious look on his face as if you were about to share a big secret with him.

You hesitantly restarted the song on your phone and proceeded to perform in front of him, giving it your all as you wished to impress him.

_ "So, what do you think?" you turned off the music and whispered your query, eyes fixed on the floor and feet shuffling nervously in anticipation.

_ "So this is what you've been doing here for hours?!" the laughter rumbling across the room confused you, and the eyes studying your outfit seemed mocking all of a sudden.

Your shyness was quickly replaced with pure irritation, how could this be all he had to say? And after you graciously allowed him to watch!

_ "Just forget it and leave! I need to get changed." you turned away from him, crossing your arms and waiting for the door to click shut behind him, but the sound never reached you and instead, you felt his arms sneak around your waist and pull you closer against him.

_ "I'm sorry y/n, please don't be mad."

You refused to face him, and remained quiet until his lips trailed soft kisses along your nape.

_ "Stop it jerk." you protested feebly as you stifled a threatening giggle.

_ "You look so sexy in this I'm not gonna lie," a few more kisses on your shoulder, "I'm sorry for being insensitive."

He sounded sincere, so maybe you should forgive him?

_ "Fine." you placed your hands on top of his, craning your neck so you could kiss him properly on the lips.

@moumouton4

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vs-redemption · 1 year

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I'm a little rusty but I've missed doing this so here I go...

Denki despite seeming like a messy and chaotic person actually has a really organized room. He got tired of losing everything so Momo helped him come up with a plan and made him organizational tools and he has used them ever since.

Bakugou will pack lunches for all of his friends making sure to include not only healthy options but also at least one snack/drink that he knows they would love. When he thinks his friends are having a bad day he will even scribble out a note. "Be safe dumbass" or "Stop looking so sad" are things I think they would say.

Hitoshi despite not being very social has people come to his dorm and just sit with him while doing their own thing just to make sure his isn't always alone. They know he will talk to them if he wants to but usually just finds the presence of another person comforting. Denki goes in there to study pretty often because he feels he can concentrate in that space.

Kirishima makes protein shakes for whoever he is working out with and occasionally will pack a protein bar for them as well just so they can enjoy the session with him.

Mina is the type of friend that if you are depressed she is going to kinda forcefully include you in everything so you aren't stuck at home feeling sad. She always makes sure whatever she has planned isn't going to be too much for you to handle and she pays close attention to see if you need to leave.

If you wouldn't mind I would love to have some love themed head cannons for me and Kirishima if you have any time available.

Soft Sunday Headcanons! With: Denki, Bakugo, Shinso, Kirishima, and Mina

Note: Thank you for sending in some headcanons! Sorry I got to them a week late. I miss reading your ideas though. You make me think of characters in new ways! It sparks my imagination :)

Momo is such a leader in her class. Of course Denki looks up to her and notices how organized and on top of things she always seems to be. He's quick to ask for help and then sticks to her advice both because it works for him and because he doesn't want to disappoint his fried.

Bakugo will definitely make it out to seem like it's a huge inconvenience to do these things for his classmates, but really it's just a genuine expression of his concern and care for them. He struggles to verbalize or show his feelings physically, so his love comes through as acts of service mostly.

It's really nice that Shinso's classmates accept him for who and how he is, but it's even more sweet that Shinso knows he can rely on his peers to respect his boundaries while still being there for him when he needs them. I can also picture Denki finding a little safe haven within Shinso's dorm room.

Kirishima is really sensitive to other people's feelings. It only takes working out with one of his friends once for him to realize that he should have extra snacks and shakes on hand so that he can always be prepared to help and support them out.

Mina is outgoing, social, and usually the life of the party. That doesn't mean she is oblivious to other people though. She notices when one of her friend's isn't feeling like themself and puts anything else on hold to make that person a priority. She hates seeing the people she cares about in a bad place mentally, and she will make sure to be their for them in whatever capacity they need until they're back on their feet.

#Soft Sunday #kenmakai💖#best moot squad #Denki Kaminari headcanons #Katsuki Bakugo headcanons #Hitoshi Shinso headcanons #Eijiro Kirishima headcanons #Ashido Mina headcanons #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons

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br-kker · 2 years

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I've been waiting a long ass time to write Shinsou's birthday headcannons, and here we are! It's time to see how you'd meet and date everyone's favorite sleep-deprived child!

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou X Reader (gender neutral).

Media: My Hero Academia.

Content and/or Warnings: Language, mentions of sex (all characters are aged up to legal age), sleep-depravity, cats.

The Meetup

You and Hitoshi met in class.

Let's pretend for a moment that he is in Class 1-A, for convenience sake.

There's 22 people, and 11 pairs are formed randomly thanks to Aizawa. He put people together based on who really need to work together (cough Bakugo and Deku) or people who could bounce off each other well.

Falling into the latter of the two, that's how you and Hitoshi ended up paired together.

You've seen him around school and know of his reputation: "Evil."

Sure, he looks a little intimidating, but you never thought he was bad because he has a "villainous" Quirk.

After some time of working in silence, you decided to compliment him. "Good job for getting into the Hero Course. You were very misplaced."

He looked up and gave you a little smile. "Thanks." but then quickly dove back into his work.

"No, I'm serious. Mr. Aizawa is right: The entrance exams aren't effective." You stated, which led to a conversation with Hitoshi about Quirks, UA, and eventually anything but the task at hand.

After the exchanging of numbers, you both left school with the gladness of making a new friend.

Late Night Adventures

We all know Hitoshi gets .2 hours of sleep, so depending on your sleep schedule you either stay up at night talking to him or get a text message when you wake up.

When you do pull all-nighters (of course assuming every night isn't already an all-nighter), you spend it walking around town or in a coffee shop that is still open.

If there's nothing open, then it's late night chats in the dorm rooms.

Both of you spar and train together at least once a week.

I can see the both of y'all passing notes to each other in class and generally bullshitting around.

Ok, but I can see Hitoshi being a book guy, so sometimes you two get together and read

This man is a park kind of guy, so frequent walks in the park.

I dunno why, but I can see you guys passing answers to each other during a test.

Like, your bag is open and you can see the answers that you wrote down and he has a water bottle on the floor with the answers on it.

Anyway, late night study sessions.

You two are the kind of friends where one of y'all will start to do something stupid and the other is like "Don't do that!" while recording.

Sleepy Kisses

Damn, the title of this part sounds good for a story title.

So, it's another late night get together with Hitoshi and it started off as normal.

Somewhere down the road, you laid your head on his shoulder (something you both had been doing for some time) while zoning in and out of consciousness.

Hitoshi, who has been crushing on you for a bit, decides to boldly kiss your head. He completely believe you were asleep.

However, his thoughts were shattered when he heard a sleepy "Feels good..." from you.

So, he then kissed your forehead, causing you to giggle a bit. He then kissed your nose, and lifted your chin up to meet your lips.

The feeling of sleepy kisses felt better than crack cocaine, you thought as you run your fingers through his indigo hair.

You two could've remained like that forever, but thankfully you guys have plenty of time for sleepy kisses.

Speaking of...

The Sleep-Deprived Couple

Sleepy kisses!!

There's this adorable oneshot I found that involves Hitoshi and Reader kissing sleepily, and it's adorable. I'll link it right here.

Give it some love, please.

But yeah, you two constantly share sleepy kisses.

Hitoshi is a peck kind of guy, I believe, so I feel he'll just randomly peck you on the lips or cheek.

Oh yeah, PDA is maybe a 3?

You guys hold hands in public, and we discussed the aforementioned pecks, but that's about it.

Late night drives and stargazing. That's it.

I made headcannons of Hitoshi dating an insomniac reader, so if you want to read them it's right here, but I'll give a shortened version of it.

If you two are up by 10 pm, expect a trip to the local 7/11, various activities, and cuddling.

This boy is a cuddlebug; he is on you like white on rice in bed.

Speaking of, Hitoshi adores sleepy sex.

Before you go crazy, I'm not talking about somnophilia. I'm talking about the both of you being tired and both of you deciding to do the do.

This dude is very handsy. Like, his hands are all over your body.

I can't remember who said it, but someone on this site said that he is the god at giving oral and I can't get it out of my mind.

Staying up until 3 am watching movies or binge-watching a show.

Wearing his hoodies/sweaters CONSTANTLY!!!

I feel like he's a blueberry kind of dude, so you give him blueberry related stuff.

He likes to give you various small gifts. It ranges from your favorite candy to a shirt.

Overall, dating Hitoshi is a very chill time.

Birthday Special!

Hitoshi tends to keep his birthday lowkey. He doesn't want anything expect an acknowledgement that it is his birthday.

Alright, you respect his wishes. So, you wake up, give him a good morning kiss, tell him happy birthday, and that's that.

You got a little trick up your sleeve, however. You're gonna give him something for his birthday.

You go out, get the stuff, and come home to a confused Hitoshi.

"(N/N), what's all this?" He asks. You ignore him and pull out a blueberry cake that says 'Happy birthday 'Toshi' and sing the happy birthday song to him.

(If you've seen "The Way of the Househusband, that segment is similar to Tatsu celebrating Miku's birthday.)

"Why did you-" He was cut off by a 'Mrreow.'

"No..." You nodded, and he ran to the pet carrier that had a cat in it.

That might have been one of the only times you seen him cry.

Now for your birthday. Hitoshi doesn't want to have a big party. He wants to keep your birthday lowkey like his.

For your birthday, you tend to invite a few friends over and you all chill together, so he's cool with that.

He wants to get you something nice, though. Remember how I said he likes giving you small gifts? It might come into play here.

All your friends left to give you and Hitoshi one-on-one time. Now's the chance for him to give you the gift.

What was the gift? A bracelet (of course, up to your interpretation) that you had been eyeing for some time.

You smiled a big smile and hugged him tightly. "I love you, 'Toshi!"

(A/N: Man, these were kinda hard to write! I hope I did fairly good on these, and I really want blueberry cake. Speaking of...)

Hitoshi, the Night Owl

You don't mind Hitoshi staying up and all that, but you do get a bit concerned when he always stays up until 4 am, and sometimes not even getting any sleep.

He shrugs it off and tells you that he's fine, but you insist that he get at least one good night sleep.

He agrees, and everything is normal. Or so you think.

At about one in the morning, you have to go use the bathroom. You walk out the bathroom and stop in your tracks.

There's Hitoshi, sitting on a chair with the cat on his shoulder. An uneaten slice of blueberry cake is next to him while he's scrolling aimlessly on his phone.

You clear your throat and he turns to look at you. "Oh, hey." He gives you a lopsided grin.

"C'mon, get your ass in bed."

He looks back at his phone and says, "You can't remove the night ow- hey!"

You cut him off by grabbing his hand and dragging him onto the bed, the cat nestling in between you.

"Sometimes, I don't like you."

"I love you too."

(A/N: Boom, that's my influx of headcannons done until at least a month! We're already in July?! That's bonkers, man. Well, thanks for reading my three sets of headcannons in the span of five days! I don't care how many updoots they get, I'm just glad that at people take the time to read my work. Not to get sappy or anything, but I noticed how many updoots I got on a single oneshot and was like "Woah!"! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my writing for this sleepy child, and tune in for Jiro's birthday headcannons (and coincidentally my birthday) on August 1st!

Signing off for now,

-Libby)

#anime #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #hitoshi shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinso #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso headcanons #hitoshi shinsou headcannons

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cloudy-zephyr · 2 years

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Agender! Shinsou and Dadzawa

Cw: transphobia, insecurities, hurt/comfort

Foster! Shinsou au, adoptive dad! Aizawa

Shinsou is.... different. With their eyebags that never seem to go away, their only friends at UA are some stray cats found near Aizawa and Hizashi's apartment, and being taken in by the 1-A teacher. Shinsou is also agender. No one knows, they can't. Shinsou's seen how people react to anyone in the trans community, they couldn't take it. Shinsou already hates this part of themselves, feeling broken and confused.

They were walking to lunch and heard someone yelling their name.

"Hey, shinsou!" Kaminari yelled, and ran up to them.

They smiles slightl, and lets kaminari cling to their side as he spouts out what happened in class.

"You would not *believe* what he did next! It was insane!"

Kaminari is loud, and excitable, and talks with his hands but Shinsou loves that about him. As the pair is turning the corner towards the lunchroom, Shinsou hears a few students whispering.

"Did you hear"s and "who knew UA would let those kinds in" passed through the empty corridor and Shinsou felt their heart sink. They knew who they were talking about, and they knew exactly what that meant for them as well. Ever since Kaminari came out as trans, there has been a huge wave of support but also bullying and harassment. To be honest, Shinsou thinks it affected them more than his electric friend. Kaminari started to walk faster. Keeping his head low he grabbed Shinsou's wrist,

"Come on, man or else we won't have time to eat!" He forces a smile and rushes into the lunchroom.

Shinsou just nods, and when the two are away from the kids whispering they stop and puts their hands on kaminari's shoulders, facing him.

"You know," they start, "they're stupid. You shouldn't listen to what they say. You're you, and they don't know you."

Shinsou gives their best reassuring smile, and kaminari gives one back, "I know, man. Let's go eat."

After they've gotten their food and sat at the table, conversations begin. Shinsou rarely participates in these, they prefer to sit and listen. Sometimes they nods, and that's enough for everyone.

"Well, as I was SAYING, Shinsou totally kicked ass today! He was so cool, I've never seen anyone get that close to pinning Aizawa- sensei! Did you see thag one kick he pulled?"

Shinsous eyes softened at the praise, but also felt their chest clench. They turn to their lunch, pushing it around the plate instead of eating it.

*god, how pathetic. It's not that big of a deal! It's just a word. Why am I so upset about this? Does it even matter? It would just be an inconvenience for them, anyways. I'm not special enough for them to just,, accept me like that. I'm not at all like kaminari.*

While Shinsou was deep in thought, they didn't realize they had started crying slightly. Only did they snap out of it when Kirishima put a hand on their shoulder.

"Hey, you okay?" Kirishima asked.

Shinsou furrows their brow, *are* they okay? The answer is probably not, and they stand so fast their legs hit the table and it shakes.

"I-" they look around, "I'll see you guys later," Shinsou grabs their bag and books it to Aizawas office area.

Shinsou doesn't bother knocking, and storms over to his adoptive dads desk while breathing erratically.

"..Toshi? What's going on?" Aizawa stands, coming around to look at Shinsou to see if they're injured.

"I-" shinsou looks at Aizawas face, "People were being mean to kaminari."

It's not exactly what they wanted to say, but it'll do. For now. Aizawa nods slowly, and motions for Shinsou to sit in a chair.

"Alright, what happened?" He crouches down so he's eye level with his son.

Shinsou explains what happened on the way to the lunchroom, and they start to shake. They start asking questions and mumbling too fast for Aizawa to hear, but he heard one thing.

"..what if I get treated like that, too?"

Aizawa's heart breaks at the sight of his son. He notices his hands are shaking, not really focused on the present, and how Shinsou looks *so* scared.

He hugs Shinsou, tight and grounding and Shinsou breaks. They start crying into his shoulder, hanging on and talking.

"It's not fair! It doesn't make sense, why? Why am I not normal?"

Aizawa pulls back and cups Shinsous face with his hands, "what do you mean, kid? What's going on?"

Shinsou breathes and says, "im agender."

Aizawa pauses, and for a few breaths no one says anything.

"Okay," aizawa says, "thank you for telling me. I can imagine how hard that must have been."

"Okay," shinsou croaks out, sniffing his nose.

"You are normal, Toshi. There's absolutely nothing wrong with you. Can you tell me what made you so upset?"

Shinsou does, and he truly feels seen and heard for the first time. They say how they prefer they/them pronouns, and how terrified they are of being harassed and picked on. How scared they are of their friends' reactions, how many nights they stayed awake googling different variations of "what is wrong with me".

"Toshi, look at me," Aizawa has a very serious look on his face that kinda makes Shinsou want to look away, but they don't.

"There is nothing, and I mean nothing, wrong with you. You are perfect," shinsou starts crying, "do you understand me? Perfect, toshi. I couldn't ask for a better kid. This is a part of you, a part that I will cherish and love just like I cherish and love the other parts of you. I'm so sorry you've been feeling so alone, but you aren't alone. I'm here for you, and so are your friends."

Shinsou feels as though this weight was taken off their chest, like they can finally breathe again.

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frickingnerd · 1 year

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shinsou crushing on a clumsy reader

pairing: hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader

tags: secret admirer shinsou, oblivious reader, wholesome fluff

shinsou always had an eye on you!

he never spoke to you, never even introduced himself to you. but he was always nearby, to help you out when you were in trouble!

at first, shinsou was just interested in your class

he always wanted to be part of the hero course and he wanted to see what the people attending class 1A and 1B were like. and that's when you caught his eye.

you weren't like the other heroes. you were strong, smart and pretty – but that wasn't what made you stick out

there were smarter and stronger people in your class, even prettier ones. no, what made shinso notice you was how clumsy you were!

you were always tripping over your own two feet, getting lost in the hallways or forgetting things in the classroom

he often saw you running around on your own and whenever he did, he knew you would sooner or later be in trouble

so if you forgot a book in the classroom, shinsou would drop it in front of your locker or somewhere in the dorms, so you wouldn't have to go all the way back into the main building

when he noticed something in your path that could make you trip and fall, he'd get rid of it for you

he knew how clumsy you were and tried to help minimize your little accidents, so you wouldn't get hurt unnecessarily

you never knew it was thanks to shinsou that you ended up having your things on you more often than usual or that you weren't tripping as often as you used to.

and shinsou never intended to tell you about it. he wasn't doing it to earn praise

he simply wanted to help you, because that's what heroes do!

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cryptixani · 2 years

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[MHA] worming your way into shinsou's heart

i love the purple man <3 here's how you two become friends and then maybe more~

warnings: bullying, very brief mention of sa

here's the thing about getting close with shinsou: it isn't easy. at all.

he's very closed off at first, he doesn't exactly trust easy given the type of bullying he had to endure for a good portion of his childhood

so he's a bit standoffish, almost cold, doesn't really talk unless you initiate the conversation, avoids eye contact, that type of stuff

poor man is just trying not to get emotionally attached to your kindness, convinced that if he lets you in, you'll end up leaving him

there's not much you can do for that except show him that you mean to stay through kind gestures

i think he fully realizes that you really do mean it when some of the other students at UA end up somewhat cornering him, taunting him with nasty 'jokes' about his 'creepy' quirk

(long ass bit of writing ahead)

"bet you've used it for some nasty stuff, huh, shinsou? i sure would! go on, you can tell us~" one of the group of people smirks, throwing an arm over his shoulder in a mock-friendly gesture just to watch him shrug it off, jaw clenched, gaze uncomfortable.

"i bet he could brainwash the teachers into giving him top grades on all his tests" another student adds, watching with malicious glee as the man swallowed thickly, eyes flickering between the people surrounding him to try and find an out. there wasn't one.

"nah, it'd be even better to rob a store with it!! you could just make the guy hand over the money, tell him to forget everything, and leave!!" the first guy replies, and shinsou feels his chest clench. the amount of times he'd heard that exact statement.

"i don't think shinsou here has the balls to do something like that though, look at the weirdo. i'm joking, shinsou." another guy, the ringleader of the group and nastiest one there, flashes him a cruel smirk. shinsou is silent, waiting for them to stop talking and move aside so that he could leave. he's used to this type of treatment by now, and he knows that trying to argue back would make them accuse him of trying to brainwash them, and then the treatment would worsen. the guy continues, and it only gets worse. "you know what a little creep like him would probably do, though? look at all the females in 1A. i bet he'd brainwash one of them into sl-"

the guy is cut off by your sharp voice. you've heard - and recorded - enough of that disgusting conversation, and you don't think you can stomach listening to anymore. "shinsou would never do something so disgusting, though the fact that that's one of the first things you thought of says plenty about you."

for the first time, shinsou's expression shifts from the blank, tired facial expression into one of mild shock. why are you standing up for him? sure, you're his classmate, but he barely spoke to you, in fact he brushed you off more times than not, so it wasn't like you owed it to him.

the guy you were speaking to, along with his friends, snicker "sweetheart, please." he drones in a painfully mansplainey voice, "look at him. that's the only way he could get any bitches whatsoever. you think anyone with a quirk like his does stuff right? no, they take advantage of what they were given." he glances back at his friends with a smirk, before adding, "i know i would."

you scoff, happy you hadn't stopped recording with your phone, holding as if you had just been scrolling through it as not to tip them off about it. this guy was just digging his own grave at this point.

"like i said," you repeat, glancing over at shinsou. "says more about you than it does him." you stop recording and slip your phone in your pocket, walking over between the group of bullies so that they would part and let shinsou move out from the crowd they had formed around him.

"come on." you give him a warm smile and lead him off, and he follows, and you both leave the scoffing, snickering group and head down the hall. "are you okay?" you ask softly, and lavender eyes flicker down to meet yours momentarily before deciding to focus on his own shoes instead. he nods, answering after a moment of silence.

"i'm fine."

you doubt it, but you don't press the matter. there's another beat of silence before shinsou speaks.

"why did you...help me, back there?"

you're a little bewildered as you look back up at him.

"shinsou, they were straight up bullying you. how could i just turn a blind eye? i'm more confused as to why you didn't stand up for yourself. i know you're a witty guy, you could have verbally destroyed them, i'm sure."

shinsou is a little surprised at the compliment, and while he knows he shouldn't focus on it, he can't help it. you thought he was witty? he clears his throat.

"...replying usually just makes it worse." he eventually answers, and your heart sinks at the loaded response, all the implications hidden behind those select words.

you take a sharp turn down the hall, still leading him, and shinsou is confused to see you're heading in the opposite direction of the exit.

"where are we going?" he asks, and you look over at him as though it's obvious. to you, it is.

"aizawa-sensei's office. we need to report those guys. i'm pretty sure i know most of their names. they're pretty known throughout the year for being nasty to multiple people. i'm hoping this incident, along with the proof i recorded, will be the nail in the coffin for at least a few of them."

shinsou is stunned for a moment, stopping dead in the middle of the hall and staring at you with parted lips. not only did you stand up for him, you were now trying to make sure it would never happen to him again. his face felt hot all of a sudden. had anyone ever gone to this much effort for him? not that he could remember, no.

you stop and glance back at him, confused as to why he's stood there gawking at you.

"are you coming? i know it might be a bit uncomfortable, but it would really help to have you there for a first-hand account. if not, that's okay, i can go by myself, but maybe you could just write out a statement saying what ha-"

"n-no, it's okay, i'll go with you. sorry." he mumbles, and you brighten again, and shinsou feels a weird fluttery feeling in his chest, and dear god he better swallow down that lump in his throat right now, he was not gonna embarass himself by crying in front of you-

you look a little more concerned now.

"are you sure? it's really no problem if you feel uncomfortable, i can-"

"n-no-" his voice breaks slightly and he silently curses himself, "no, i swear i'll be fine, i just-... thanks."

you brighten a little at his reassurance, and smile.

"hey, no problem. that's what friends are for, right?"

and suddenly shinsou doesn't at all mind the concept of friends, as long as it's with you.

from that day on, you had succesfully wormed your way into shinsou hitoshi's heart, and now that he had you, he was not willing to let you go

he opens himself up to you more and more, still a bit hesitant and shy at times, still quiet and reserved and a touch awkward, but you of course didn't mind

the more you get to know him past the initial reserved, stoic, borderline cold mask he puts on when he's around like, nearly anyone else, the more you realize how much of a sweetheart shinsou is

he's a very loyal friend, a very good listener, gives good advice and always offers an honest opinion when needed. he also has a great memory and remembers every little detail about you that you divulge him in, and treasures it greatly

he shows his appreciation for you through little gestures, he'll bring you your favourite drink to class as a nice pick-me-up if he knows you stayed up late studying last night, he'll always let you borrow his notes if you need them, lends you his hoodie or jacket if you're cold, and if you're ever upset over anything he will come over to your dorm and do anything with you that you may need to feel better. if you wanna vent, he's ready to listen, if you just want to cry into his shoulder, he'll hold you close and rub your back, if you want solutions he will try and provide the best he can think of, and if you wanna distraction, time to put on your favourite movie/series

shinsou is also surprisingly touchy behind closed doors, which makes sense considering how touch-starved he must be, but is also just a bit unexpected considering his initial distant and stoic nature

but no, the man loves cuddles, loves to have his arm around you, or even just to fidget with your hand while the both of you watch a movie

he's generally still pretty shy to initiate most of that though, so it helps if you casually start it off

before you both know it, you and shinsou have reached best friend territory, and now he has absolutely no idea how to admit to you that he has fallen head over heels in love with you

will probably write a part two where you progress from friends to lovers because i'm such a sucker for that trope

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