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anarchy-and-piglins · 3 days

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As promised: emduo-centric royalty AU with sad little child hostage ward Techno I can't stop thinking about.

Techno is the second son of a tiny kingdom. The kingdom is feared far and wide for its military prowess and the production of high-quality weapons. However, a lot of this reputation is hot air. Their numbers are actually small enough that a bigger nation could come and overpower them relatively easily if it really wanted to, and they do not hold any significant trade routes or harbors. It's solely their fearsome reputation that scares people off.

Or it used to scare them off.

Another (much bigger) nation led by King Dante came and took over, using overwhelming forces to their advantage despite their weapons and strategies being subpar. When they were done, Dante allowed the king and queen to keep ruling, but on the unspoken condition that it was actually Dante pulling the strings behind the scenes and every decision goes through him

Dante leaves some of his trusted generals in the higher ranks to ensure an eye is kept on everything, and as an extra insurance, he takes one of the princes with him. Obviously not the heir, that would be a scandal! But the second-born son would do just fine

Dante takes Techno in and to much of the outside world, they presume this is a wardship, as is common between allies.

When in reality, it's more like a semi-polite hostage situation.

Dante uses the military powers he has gained from Techno's country to quickly overthrow a few other surrounding smaller nations by aggressive, militaristic means. His reputation suffers for it, but that doesn't really matter when within a blink of an eye, Dante is ruling over the 'United Nations of Hypixel', one of the biggest countries in the world and thus a significant player on the political stage.

The other countries that remain are of similar huge size and a lot stronger than any of the smaller countries Dante trampled thus far though. And while Dante is greedy, he's not a moron. So he knows that going to war with any of them heedlessly would be a bad idea.

So he changes tactics. He sends delegations, he invites nobles and other royals, and tries to make diplomatic treaties. Maybe there's a little bit of assassination and blackmailing and information laundering and stuff going on too but shhhhh. No need to worry about that, Dante is proving he can play nice.

Techno, eight when he was taken from his home, remains at the court all the while.

To the outside world, he's living a cushy life as a prince. They only see a spoiled little boy who has everything he could ever wish for, lavish clothes and fancy food and servants helping him with whatever he wants. Little do people know that's only the image Dante wants to project, now that he's trying to play nice with other countries. The fine silk and heavy velvet hide the scars and bruises Techno gets from Dante and his generals behind closed doors.

Hell, even from the servants. Dante has made it clear he doesn't care how Techno gets treated by them, as long as they don't inflict permanent damage.

Others wouldn't know that those fancy public appearances are the only times Techno gets to eat proper food, and even then Dante will punish him if he eats too much during them. He can't appear greedy, after all. But Techno has been taught politeness. And how to decline courteously. He's been taught manners.

He's been taught how to obey Dante perfectly, and be a sign to others for Dante's goodwill.

Of course, anybody who would actually bother to investigate this with more than a passing glance could see that Techno is being horribly abused.

The problem is that they don't give it more than a passing glance.

The truth of the matter is that Dante has skewed the narrative enough to make Techno's nation seem like even more of a bloodthirsty, war-mongering one many people already believed it was. And Dante is merely the man who has leashed the feral beast.

They're allies now, and people don't like Dante, but they don't like Techno's family and the nation he came from even more. So even most outsiders coming to the court will avoid Techno when possible, or even regard him with disdain and mistreat him.

Commoners hate him for being royalty and being a symbol of the nation that caused so much war, royals/nobles from other countries hate him for his heritage, Dante and his men just hate him, period.

Techno can't catch a break.

His only hope is to wait until this is over. He's turning twelve in a few weeks. He misses home.

[Dante tells Techno that his parents don't want him back

Dante says that since he has secured his position enough and the game has changed, he doesn't really need a hostage anymore. But he asked Techno's parents, and they said they didn't care to have him back.

They were always rather cold to Techno, would always tell him he was an accident and the only son they needed was Billiam, Techno's older brother. The heir. It saves them the trouble of having to stage an 'accidental death' for Techno down the line, when his existence becomes a threat to the succession rights.

But maybe part of Techno had still been wishing they loved him.

Sometimes, Dante wonders out loud if publicly executing Techno would be a good move for his reputation; especially since people hate Techno's family so much.

If Techno shows fear at the prospect of death, Dante punishes him. So very quickly Techno becomes numb to that too.]

Techno doesn't really have anybody in his corner at this point. Until Phil comes to court.

Phil is the emperor of the Antarctic Empire, a nation far up in the north. The country is harshly cold and rather mountainous. It's also almost entirely self-sufficient, despite the strange climate it manages to completely feed its populace and provide its own resources. It barely trades with the outside world and since the borders are lined by a mountain pass on the south and oceans on all other sides, it doesn't see a lot of travelers. It is, for all intents and purposes, an enigma. Some people rumor it doesn't exist.

The country also manages to stay out of any foreign politics 90% of the time because of its solitude, so having the emperor come out himself for a summons is quite something.

[Dante send the invite not expecting a response. It was more of a formality, honestly. Because not at least addressing the Antarctic Empire would have been worse, in terms of what's polite. And he can't risk catching their ire.

Little does Dante (or anybody else) know, but the Antarctic Empire is very aware of what's going on past their borders, because of a spy network all official documents simply refer to as 'the crows'. So Phil and Kristin have been keeping informed on the fact that somebody was making The Next Big Nation (tm) and that it could spell trouble later. Phil came down to see what's up.]

Phil knows about Techno's nation/family too, through the crows. But Phil also has a very strict policy that boils down to "the crows are little shits and they lie". Or more accurately, Phil knows how to treat secondhand information and always takes it with a grain of salt. That's why when something truly matters, he goes down there himself instead of sending somebody to speak for him like most other royals do.

And thus, Phil is the first one who tries to scrutinize Techno's situation and ends up going "Hey what the fuck! this is not how you treat a child."

He knows the Blade family does not make allies, and that Techno is a hostage. Slowly he starts to befriend the boy, who is extremely reluctant to extend any trust, while also not pissing off Dante or starting a war. It's a work in progress, but Phil is a stubborn bastard.

His original intention is to get Techno back home to his family. Until he finds out the truth of how Techno is treated there too - the proverb 'out of the frying pan, into the fire' comes to mind, perhaps.

That's when Phil goes "free sonboy" and takes Techno home instead.

Slow bonding and healing ensues, naturally <3 (also I'll post a link to my drabble in the replies)

#technoblade #philza #thoughts #shara writes #still no name for the au i'm just fond of it

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042502 · 3 days

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☆༉ — CHRIS STURNIOLO. The unwritten rule.

about. Everyone knows the rule, don't fall in love with your best friend's boyfriend.

author's note: This is the Chapter 3, I hope it sounds interesting to you. My first language is not English, you will read this under this warning. m.list

All the long way home because I don't want to be thinking about Chris and Anna when I get there. I don't want to play "what if..." like I've been doing more than half of the time. I want to be happy for Anna and nothing else.

But when I get home, Chris's car is in the driveway. I stop next to him, my stomach twisting as my stupid, traitorous heart fluttered in my chest, making me dizzy.

He looked at the porch and saw my father, Anna and Chris sitting there, all three partially illuminated by the large frosted glass sphere that my mother won as second place runner-up in the best homes competition and mezzanine super porch lifestyles for dining. She made mini meat loaves with honey mustard glaze and honey butter chili corn cakes. Number of times I ate it for dinner: About sixty. It was good: The first forty times. The last twenty were quite difficult, but my mother likes to know her recipes inside and out.

I look at Chris and Anna, I made myself see them, and my heart stopped fluttering because that's how things are. This is the reality.

But why are they here?

"Hello Ada" it was my father, standing up and hugging me like I was six and not seventeen. Sigh, But I hug him back, he replied that he should not shudder because of his bad hip.

"Why are you out here?" he asked him, and then looked at Anna. “How did you get there before me?” Anna rolls her eyes.

"You drive like an old man, Ada" He quickly looked at my father. "No offense."

"No way" ruffled her hair. I hate when he does it to me, because it reminds me that my hair is not as shiny or looks as good, but it looks like someone has been messing up his hair all the time. Anna likes it, although she always has it, and cuts him off with a sheepish smile before turning to Chris and curling an arm around his shoulders.

"Anyway" Anna speaks. “We are here to kidnap you. It's Friday night and my best friend can't sit at home alone. I mean, you do it all the time!”

I try not to flinch at everything but I do. Chris is right, but it still hurts and after that my father adds: "Ada, you don't have to stay home until one, you know? and, besides, There's no need to waste time at home tonight," he gave me a smile. Not unless you want to listen to my class on jurisprudence. Or remind me of my arthritis pills, your mother has already done it twice before I even tell her I took them.

My father is great for a father, He was fifty when I was born and retired from practicing law seven years ago and now teaches part-time at the University of Estados Unidos. He likes a lot, But I know you miss being a lawyer. You have rheumatic arthritis, which means that your immune system attacks your joints, or, as you always remind me, the joint tissues. I don't see the distinction. All I know is that it sucks and it hurts. It ended up being so bad that I can't work full time anymore, and I had to quit.

I know what it means that my mother is asking about her pills and I look at him.

"How's your hip?"

"Still connected to my body” responds with a smile, and he looks down at the sneakers I'm wearing because I know he's hurting and I wish there was something I could do. For him. But I can not.

The sneakers I'm wearing are one of my favorite pairs: Bright pink, with the lining and tongue with a black and white skull print, black stitching and soles with bright pink laces.

Seeing them didn't make me feel better.

The thing about my father leaving the law firm years ago meant that his arthritis became an occasional thing, sometimes he would have horrible attacks, and then he would go away and feel fine in pain quite often. His hip was actually dislocated last year, and although that was fixed, his hip bone is still eroded.

I don't like to think about it too much. It is frightening to think that your bones are being run by your own body. It's terrible to think about how sick your father is and how much worse he could get.

I don't want that to happen. I like having my father and mother at home all the time. around all the time. Actually, it's been my mother's home for as long as I can remember... She has a PhD in medieval history, but gave up trying to find a job after post-doctoral positions that went nowhere, and discovered cooking and then competitions.

Basically I spent a lot of time with my parents, but the fact is that I like them. I like them. I wouldn't trade my parents for anything, so I'm worried about my dad, whose arthritis isn't getting better, or even staying the same, despite his pills. He went from walking five miles a day to three or less. And on really bad days, he doesn't walk at all.

"So" Anna spoke this time, waving a hand in front of my eyes. "Like he said, we're kidnapping you. Chris, quick! Grab her and let's go!"

I move, standing up so Chris won't feel like he has to touch me. I try not to look at him while I do it, but I can't help it and I see that he is looking at me.

I swallow and my father laughs.

"Ada, I don't think Chris will hurt you. In fact, I’m not sure he can lift you.”

"Thank you, dad," I give him a look..

"No, no, I didn't mean... Well, You are thin. Ada, you know, I mean Chris is very big.... Not that I'm not capable, I'm sure, Chris. But you don’t seem like the guy who runs to catch up.” He cleared his throat. “Well, why don't I come in and see if your mother needs help?”

"Dad" She named him, embarrassed and worried about him, but when I went to open the door, she shook her head at me and said: “Go on, go and have fun.”

"Make sure you take the pills” Anna reminds him, and my father smiled.

"Yes, I'll really take my medicine." He ran his hand through his hair before entering.

"He is cute" Anna comments as she takes my hand. “Now come on, Ada, bring your little ass to the game.”

"I am not small" Anna looked as she pushed me towards Chris's car. “I have… Small bones.”

Which meant she didn't have breasts, had no butt and usually the body of a twelve year old girl, even the fact that my foot was small.

What would be cool if I was twelve, but it's not okay when you're seventeen and your best friend has the type of body that guys will do things like stop or look at her even if she's with another girl.

"You're little," Chris spoke from behind me.

"Which is why you should get a new car” again Anna. “I mean, Ada still doesn't even take up half a seat.” He smiled at me as I got into the back seat. “Look, she could practically fit into a baby seat. A new, smaller car might be more comfortable for her.”

"Yes, the captain is drifting back," I spoke while putting on my seat belt.

"What? There are no more girls on board?" I looked at Chris, his smile disappeared before he got into the front seat, and I know he was on the class trip we took last year, when we both got seasick and went back and forth into shared misery lane.

I blushed, with satisfaction and fear.

"You two are weird" he looked at us both. "But I still like them" Anna finished with a smile.

"Thank you" Chris and I spoke at the same time, Anna laughs and then walked over to Chris to kiss his neck.

I rested my hands on my knees and looked at them, and saw the little lights that appear when we drive.

"Okay, get away from me," Anna spoke, annoyed.

"I'm not... I'm driving." Chris gave him a short serious look.

"Can't you take a second and kiss me?" I was demanding him. Was she really complaining about this?

"No, I mean," he sighs, I think he tries to keep his patience. “I'm driving and this car is, you know.”

He looked at my hands. Just as I didn't like being around Chris and Anna when they were kissing, This was much worse than that. And the reality is that these tense moments are more common than kisses, they have been for a long time in fact.

"Ok, you're driving" I noticed how forced his attempt to sound happy was. “Can you at least think about ordering a better one?”

"I like my car" here they go again.

"It is not yours."

"It's mine" I admit that seeing Chris upset is not easy, but for some strange reason Anna had a knack for making him angry easily.

“Ada doesn’t even have a car, so the car can’t be who you are,” he turns to look at me. “Right, Adi?”

"Well, my mom is supposed to be getting it somewhere," I felt the tension. “So that would make it orange and jagged, I don't know.”

Anna looked at me for a few minutes, and I could tell she was angry because I didn't agree with her. I leaned forward to try to do something, say something, but she didn't seem to want to hear what I had to say so she turned on music.

He found a song he liked and turned the volume up to maximum, making the car windows move from the vibration, we couldn't even talk to the music.

The party is in someone's basement, one of those things hey we did this so you guys don't destroy the house. It's one of those gadgets you might want, but of course no one cares because everyone is too busy dancing or wasting time with the croquet game someone found and installed.

Anna walks straight to the dance floor, Chris and I end up playing croquet for a bit. I make sure I'm not standing next to him, because well... Because I am.

Rob comes to me while I'm done and I feel my millionth turn and I'm waiting to go again.

"Hello."

"Hello, Rob" I saw him smiling. He really looks good, and he smells... Well, he smells like aftershave. My father's aftershave.

"You look great" just looking at Anna while he says this, and I have to say, Although it's strange to be complicated by a boy who smells like my father, I actually feel a little bad for Rob. Anna was with him for about a week last year, then she decided she didn't want to continue.

He did not do it. Most of Anna's boys don't. I mean, I don't walk behind her at school or something, but you know, Even when they are with someone else, if she were interested again, they would have been running back. She has this way of doing things, that the boy loves her more than she loves him, the boys love her forever and it is allowed to think about her even when she has gone out with someone else.

"So, do you want to sit down or something?" Rob spoke, and I shrugged, dropping my gavel.

We are going to sit on the lawn chairs that have been placed in a semicircle around the edge of the croquet set up. At first glance, he is nervous, but then he asked him about his band, I remember Anna complaining about this one, and pretty soon he stops complaining and lets go. I like music, although I'm not sure Rob would necessarily qualify as that.

I like the name though. He told me he'd give me a t-shirt when I told him that, and then he started telling me about his ironic cover of a song about some boy band I remember loving when I was in first grade.

"So, how has Anna been?" He says, and looked at him, trying not to look at her. Poor boy.

"She's fine," I say, and bump Rob with my elbow. “She always liked your band.”

"Really?"

I nod and smiled at that, wide and very happy because I've seen him smile the entire time he's been with me. He looked around and found Leila looking at him.

"Do you know who else really likes your band?" He smiles. “Leila.”

"To her?"

"Yup. You know, you should go talk to him about that song." said. “She loved her.” she will do it. Leila only wears t-shirts from the nineties, And if anyone else would love to hear about an ironic boy band cover, it's her. Plus, it's obvious that she thinks Rob is cute.

"No," Rob tells me, but he's looking at Leila now, and she gives him a shy giggle. I see him look at me and then he smiles back.

"Hey, I'm going to grab a drink," he pointed to a round place. “See you around?”

"Yes," he answers.

And while I'm looking for a beer, but I have to settle for a Pepsi I see him sit near her. She looks really happy and he's not even looking at Anna. Well, once, but only for seconds.

"So, Rob and Leila?" It was Chris, she looked at him alarmed.

"So it seems" I take a sip of my Pepsi before stopping to look at him. “She always liked hearing about her band.”

""I thought he liked you." I force a laugh.

"No, he just likes to talk about... We just talk sometimes" he almost mentioned Anna.

"Do you always find girls for the boys who still like Anna?"

She watched him to see if he looks jealous or angry about Rob liking Anna. He didn't sound like that, and he doesn't look angry at all. He is smiling and looking at me.

"I don't..." I say, and then my voice trails off, because he's raised his eyebrow and I'm just... I just want to lean into him. Now, here, in front of everyone. I confronted my best friend. “You should go dancing with Anna.” I say, and move a little away from him, wrapping my trembling hands around my Pepsi.

"Who can?" say, ignoring the last part of what he says because I have to. I can't think of him dancing. I just can not. The mention of that boat ride last year was enough to keep me wanting and not wanting. Do not do that. I look at Anna swaying her hips, smiling at me as she tosses her hair back and sways her hips, something that I could practice in my room for thousands of hours and never master, and added. “Besides, Anna doesn't care. “She likes it, she likes everything about you.”

"Except my car," he says.

"Well, except that."

"And my hair."

I laugh, sure he's joking, but he's not laughing either, and I turned around in a sort of cough and took another sip of soda.

"What's wrong with your hair?" I know I should drag him over to Anna and watch her move her hands around him, but that's what comes out instead. And she can't really not like her hair. No?

"She says it's too long," he says, running his hand through his hair.

"Oh" I say, because I can't touch his hair or say I think he looks cool because I'm best friends and he's her boyfriend. I don't know why Anna asked me to come to her house and watch that movie with them or bring me to this party, But I know I want to go home and not think about how much I want Chris and I was standing here talking about something real instead of him and Anna.

"I'm very tired," I say. “I should probably go.” And I try to fake a believable yawn and avoid shaking my Pepsi.

"Wait, I'll go tell Anna" I should have said I had to go talk to someone and get a ride with them. I don't want to go with Anna and Chris, I don't want to sit in the car with them, I don't want to see them.

"Ada, do you want to go?" asks me, Coming after me and throwing his surroundings away from me. Even sweating, She looks beautiful. "Because?"

I can't say: "Because I want to throw myself at your boyfriend and also, it's exhausting to want and feel guilty about that at the same time" so I'm just saying: "I'm tired. I'm sorry, I'm exhausted."

"Just hang out with us for a little while longer, okay?"

There's something in her voice and I look at her, but she's turning her face and watching everyone dance.

"I can't. I'm going to find someone and take a walk, still call me tomorrow" I bump my hip against hers.

"I'll take you home" Chris speaks to which I look at him surprised. He has his hands stuffed in his pockets, his face a little flushed.

"Yes, go with Chris" Anna hugged me. “Ask him why he doesn't want to spend time with me,” he whispers as he puts his hands around me. “He doesn't even care that I'm dancing with guys I used to date, and at first this no jealousy thing was great, but now it's... I don't know. Also tell him to cut his hair.”

She returns to the group of people who are dancing, turning to Chris before she turns to one of her exes, Chris looks very happy to see her.

I turn to Chris, ready to tell him that he doesn't need to worry about me, that I'll be able to find a ride home and that he should spend time with Anna, but he's not seeing her. She's right, he's not jealous. That's never happened before.

"Ready to go?" I nod, confused and somewhat... Another thing. Things I shouldn't be feeling. But I feel them anyway.

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mytheoristavenue · 1 day

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MHA Mezo Shoji x Reader - Make Believe - VI

Summary: You ask Shoji to pretend to be your boyfriend for a dinner with your parents.

Warnings: slow burn, multi-parted, fake dating trope, fem!reader, suggestive

"What time does our train home leave?" He asked, pulling out his phone in preparation for your response.

"10:15, why?" you replied, slightly annoyed that he'd interupted your conversation with your family, still feeling raw from earlier.

He then clicked on the screen of his phone, showing it to you, displaying '10:35'. Your heart dropped and you gasped, jumping up from the table. "We gotta go!" you exclaimed, realizing that the slight rumble you'd felt minutes earlier was the train passing by. You weren't kidding when you said you didn't even notice the noise anymore, Shoji thought.

"Go where, honey?" your mom frantically asked, jumping up with you and following you as your searched for your bag.

"The station, we missed our train!" you shout, irrationally thinking if you just ran really fast, you could catch up to it.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry." Your mom soothed, patting your back as reality set in and you began to slow. "You don't really think you could catch it now, do you?"

"No, Mom, you don't understand!" you panicked feeling incredibly overwhelmed. "Aizawa's gonna kill us if we're not back, it's already way past curfew!"

"When does the next train leave?" Shoji asked, ever the cool head.

"I'm sorry, kids, but that was the last train of the night. Next one won't be 'til morning." Your mother answered, her lips flattening into a sympathetic crease.

"No worries," he said, taking out his wallet and counting what little cash he'd brought. "I think I have enough for a room for the night. Are there any cheap hotels around here?"

"Hotel?" she asked dumbfounded. "Why would you do that?" The hero was also dumbfounded, unsure of what to say. "Sweetie, you can just stay with us for the night, I promise we don't bite!"

"I wouldn't want to put you out, Mrs. (L/N), you've been so kinda already." Shoji returned, bowing his head slightly. "I truly don't mind finding soemwhere else for the night."

"Nonesense, I insist!" She persisted, patting his shoulder. "You can both just sleep in (Y/N)'s old room for the night!" You suddenly stopped your panic to slowly turn to your mother.

"N-No!" you blurted in protest before slapping your hand over your mouth. "I-I mean..." you thought, trying to come up with a lie. "There's only one bed." Surely, your mother wouldn't be comfortable with her daughter sharing a bed with her boyfriend under her own roof. To both of your surprise, her eyes softened and she quirked a brow.

"Oh don't try and fool me now," she laughed, standing up and collecting empty dishes from the table. "You've been together for six months, living an hour away from home in a shared building with little supervision. I'm not naive enough to believe the two of you haven't shared a bed before." She said, tossing you a wink. "Besides, you're both eighteen, it's going to happen someway, I just ask that you be safe about it."

"Mom!"

"I-It's not like that!" you both protested, flustered to bits.

"Alright, alright," she said, chuckling at your reactions. "I believe you. But still, I'm afraid your out of options, kids. Shoji's too big for the couch."

"It's fine," he finally said, regaining his composure. "I can sleep on the floor in your room, I don't mind."

Something about the resolution tugged on your heartstrings. Was it guilt for his situation, or disappointment that a consensus had been reached? You rejected both ideas, telling yourself that you were happy with what was decided.

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The hallway to your room felt like it extended indefinitely, growing longer the nearer you got. Remembering what your room looked like brought you, even more, dread as he followed closely behind you. "J-Just keep in mind, I designed my room when I was like ten," you warned as you finally gripped the halndle, pausing.

"Can't be that bad," he reassured with a hand on your shoulder.

"Considering your dorm hardly has anything in it, I'm sure it won't be your cup of tea," you said, twisting the knob and letting him in. The interior of your room was entirely pink. The rug, bedding, and even the shelving on your walls were all varying degrees of pink. You hung your head in shame and embarrassment. "I planned on updating it but then we got moved to the dorms and..." You trailed as his gaze scanned the room.

"I see," he simply said, observing everything with expertise. "A little more maximalist for my tastes but it looks pretty cozy." he offered, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I appreciate that," you sighed, dropping your bag onto the bed and walking over to the dresser. "I don't think I'll have many clothes that fit you but I do have these," I say, rummaging around in the back of my bottom drawer, pulling out a pair of old, blue plaid pajama pants before tossing them to him. "They used to be my brothers. Don't think I have a shirt for you, though."

Shoji held the pants up to himself, examining the expected fit. A little tight, but most likely okay. "That's fine, I'm just happy I won't have to sleep in these slacks." He joked, looking up to see you piling clothes into your arms. "Want me to step out?"

"No, you're fine, I'm going to take a bath." you answered, kicking into a pair of rubber slippers. "You're welcome to go after me, but the hot water doesn't last long so we usually share water..." you trail, setting your clothes on the bed to pick out a towel for your hair.

Shoji could feel heat building under his mask as he weighed the options. On one hand, even though sharing bathwater is normal in Japan between family members, this case felt incredibly intimate in a way that made his stomach churn. On the other hand, the sports coat and turtleneck combo he'd worn all night did little to cool him down, and the collective body heat in the small apartment helped even less. "Uhm, sure." he finally answered, just in time to watch you slip out of the room, towels in hand.

Sitting on your bed, he continued to study your room. There was a shelf decorated with medals and trinkets, a desk with a chair that had a frilly cushion, and a net that hung from the ceiling, holding a mass of stuffed toys captive. He felt almost perverted sitting there amongst ruffled, blush-colored sheets. This was truly a girl's room, and he was an eighteen-year-old man inside it. It felt taboo for him to be there.

Just then, as his eyes continued to scan your room, they fell on a pile of clothes on the bed- the same one you'd collected earlier. You must have forgotten them when you got your towels, he thought, pondering what to do. He couldn't just leave you with nothing to change into. As embarrassing as it was, bring them to you in the bathroom would be the gentlemanly thing to do.

Gathering them up, he had the idea to fold them, thinking it'd be a nice gesture, but when he found a pair of plain white panties, he froze, dropping them back into the pile. Flustered, he scrapped the idea and simply bunched the outfit up into his arms and stepped out.

Quietly, he inched towards the bathroom door, knocking on it softly, before calling out to you in a hushed tone. He was afraid he'd be caught by one of your parents who might misread the situation. "(Y/N)? You forgot your clothes..." He trailed, knocking again, a bit harder this time. The door cracked open, the sliver of view revealing you, facing away from him. Your hair was shiny and stuck to your back and nape. You hummed quietly, raising your toes to the air to drag a washcloth over the length of your leg. You failed to notice the intrusion, which relieved Shoji as he silently leaned into the room, tossed the pile on the sink, and dipped back out, shutting the door behind him, making sure it clicked shut this time.

Trembling, he slipped back into your room, hand on his peck as if waiting for his heart to beat out of his chest. Part of him wrestled with the other, calling himself a pervert for looking, while also rationalizing that it was a necessary evil- and most importantly an accident.

Mid panic, he froze, hearing the door open, finding you standing in the doorway in button-up pajamas, none the wiser. He was a deer in headlights, waiting for you to scold him for peeping on you and preparing a rebuttal that mainly consisted of timid 'I didn't mean to!'s. Instead, you tilted your head, stepping towards him and setting the back of your hand on his forehead, pushing his bangs to the side.

"Shoji, you don't look so good..." you worried. "You're burning up, are you okay?"

"Yes!" he squeaked, a bit too eagerly before grabbing a fistful of blue plaid and slipping out the door from around you. "J-Just kinda hot in this sweater is all, I better go bathe, I don't wanna get all smelly in your room-" He continued to ramble until the bathroom door shut behind him.

"Well, okay.." you breathed, cocking a brow at his suspiciously. "I left you a towel in there!" you called out to him. It was so odd, you'd never seen him so anxious. He typically kept a cool head about everything.

In the bathroom, Shoji hyperventilated, still wired from the last few minutes as he eyed the tub of water nervously. Slowly, he began stripping, trying to ground himself into a calmer state of mind. "It's fine, it's just water," he reassured himself. "It was an accident and she doesn't know, it's okay."

Bashfully sinking into the water, he could immediately feel the tension release from his body, relaxing with a sigh, trying to ignore the fact that your naked body sat where his does now, just minutes ago. The water was still mostly hot, and he could smell your shampoo in the air, resolving to use it himself for lack of options.

-----

You were currently lying on your tummy on your bed, scrolling through your favorite app, giggling at the funny posts when you heard the door click open again. Rolling over, you smiled, expecting to see Shoji, but you immediately froze. It was indeed Shoji who had entered but you didn't expect him to be shirtless.

Your eyes blew wide and your face grew hot, unabashedly examining him. It wasn't uncommon for you to see him in sleeveless shirts due to his quirk. Seeing his toned arms were normal- it was his chest and stomach that caught you off guard. His hair was wet, sticking to his face and dripping at the ends, mask securely covering his lips. The towel you'd left for him was wrapped around his neck, framing his pectorals, luckily covering his nipples. His stomach was even more built than you'd imagined, tan skin stretched taught over rippling muscle. The pajama pants hung low on his hips, almost too small to fit comfortably, and leaving little to the imagination, while the slightest hint of silver hair peaked out over the hem.

"Sorry..." he muttered, scratching the back of his head, unintentionally exacerbating your discomfort. "My back's still a little wet and I couldn't get my sweater back on." he explains shyly, stepping in and shutting the door behind you. "I hope this doesn't bother you too much..."

"N-Not at all, I-I barely even noticed!"

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