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Operation DNKYUAC (Do Not Kiss Yor Under Any Circumstances)

a/n: i wrote this in one sitting, it is 1 AM, i did not reread this even once, i am posting anyways with no thought of any consequences, and i am ready to fight a bear

anyways this is kind of a follow up to 'absence makes the heart grow fonder', but like it can also be read as a standalone, just a few things are mentioned throughout. also the tone of this fic is decidedly different so they really arent connected by more than a few threads LMAO

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Rating: T

He wants to kiss Yor.

It’s a realization that is as sudden as it is horrifying. And, like all important moments in his life, it happens by chance and hits him out of nowhere.

This time, she’s blowing bubbles with Anya as they sit under the shade of a tree at the park. Bond is snapping at the bubbles and Anya is trying to cup one in her hands to no avail. He watches—no, he wasn’t watching, he just happened to be looking in the same direction—as Yor puckers her lips to blow another bubble. A breeze sends the soap backwards instead, though, popping straight onto her mouth. She sputters and wipes her mouth and smacks her lips, grimacing in a way that scrunches her whole face up.

Suddenly he’s very curious about the flavor of soap. Which is a big problem.

Loid is so glad nobody can look into his head, because he would actually die from secondhand embarrassment. Was it secondhand if he was embarrassing himself in his own head? It didn’t matter. He quickly looks away and pulls his hat over his face, surreptitiously hunching his shoulders around his ears. Not a moment later, though, the hat is pulled off his face, and before he can protest he’s squinting up into the devious smirk of a certain first grader.

“You wanna do smoochin’,” Anya says. The sudden influx of sunlight in his face from Anya lifting his hat off his face actually has the side effect of piercing his throat, which is the only reason why he’s suddenly choking on his own spit. He would know—he’s a doctor. “Kissy kissies with Mama.”

“I don’t—what are you saying, ” he hisses, shooting up and snatching his hat back. Sitting up that fast actually assailed his sinuses, which is the only reason why he’s holding his hat up to his face right now and trying to use it as a poor approximation of a ventilator as he wheezes. He glances over to Yor, who is too blessedly distracted with Bond to have heard Anya’s totally unfounded accusations. He ought to get a treat for that dog. When he turns back, Anya looks totally unimpressed and—disappointed? The nerve of this girl!

“You shouldn’t say things like that out of nowhere,” he says after he’s caught his breath. “It could make Yor uncomfortable. Not to mention that it’s false. ”

It’s one thing to admit that he’s maybe more fond of this family than he ought to be, to admit that he’s perhaps a little preoccupied with Yor and thinks about her more than is needed in a way that isn’t purely methodical in nature like it ought to be. It’s another beast entirely to recognize that he wants ‘kissy kissies’ with Yor. He’d rather let that beast eat him alive, if he’s being perfectly honest for once.

If it’s possible at all, Anya’s expression further flattens. She angles her head as if listening to something before suddenly dashing off without another word. He watches her for a second before shrugging. Far be it from him to understand what goes on in her head. He’s just about to recline back again when Bond, in all his fluffy white maelstrom glory, barrels into his chest and knocks him flat onto his back.

“W-whoa! Down, boy!” Bond only barks and licks his face. His tongue gets nearly half of Loid’s face in one go. “Stop that! What’s gotten into you?” Maybe that treat would have to be put on hold.

“Bond, no!” Suddenly the dog’s whole mass is lifted off of him in one go. Yor stands above him like some sort of guardian angel with a giant dog in one hand and bubbles in the other, something which should not be as awe-inducing as it is. She puts Bond down off to the side and crouches down next to him fretfully.

Okay, now he can die of embarrassment. Nothing like your (fake) wife witnessing you lying in the grass with dog slobber on your face to put you six feet under.

“I’m so sorry! I blew a bubble right as the wind picked up and it went your way and Bond went after it and he didn’t stop,” she explains in one breath. “Oh, he really got you. I’ll get a napkin, hold on.” He shuts his eyes when she pulls away, wondering about the logistics of sinking into the ground.

He sits up when he senses her approaching and takes the proffered napkin. “Thank you, Yor.” He wipes down his face, getting his hair for good measure. It ruins the pomade and plasters some hair to his forehead, but he figures he can’t sink much lower than he already has and decides to run a hand through his hair, mussing it out of its meticulous styling. After a moment he notices that Yor has been watching him the whole time with an unusually indecipherable expression on her face. “Is something wrong?”

“Hm?” Her eyes slide down to his mouth when he speaks. He feels a twinge in his belly, but has to remind himself that she’s looking at the copious amounts of slobber on his face and not at, well, him. He scrubs his mouth with vigor, snapping Yor out of her trance. “Oh! Uh—um, there was a little… oh, you got it! Good!” She laughs shrilly before jumping up and running after Anya, who has started to giggle like a cherub from hell.

He sighs and lets the napkin drop by his side. This was ridiculous. How many out of the blue, humiliating realizations did he have to contend with? He couldn’t go on like this, much less put the proper focus required into running Operation Strix. This was completely inefficient and a hindrance to the mission, which was why—

“—I’m requesting another business trip!” He finishes, slightly out of breath. He looks back from his comprehensive 52 slide presentation to Handler, whose expression and body language are both giving off ‘wholly unimpressed’. He still has hope. “Well?”

She takes a long, loud sip of coffee, during which he patiently waits without batting an eye. She finally sighs and sets her cup down. “What are you running from this time, Twilight?”

“Running? What do you mean?”

“I can see the sweat on your face,” Handler snaps. He swipes one sleeve across his forehead. “Goodness, you used to be a much better liar. Couldn’t fool me, but still.”

“Exactly my point,” he stresses. “You see what’s happening to me? I just need a couple weeks to fix myself up and everything will be back on track again.”

“That’s what you said last time. If I remember correctly, you came back from your two week trip more besotted with your family than ever.”

“ Beso— you know what, fine. But that time was different. Now that I know what to expect, it’ll definitely work.”

“I wonder what spurred this,” she muses in response to his pleas. “It must be Yor, am I right?” She watches with thinly veiled amusement as Loid’s ears begin glowing. “Ooh. Don’t tell me your head has come out of your ass since the last time we spoke.”

He throws his hands up. “I’m literally offering to have more work piled onto me. Why are you against this?”

“Have you considered that maybe running away isn’t the way to go?” She asks. “How is feeling things for your family a hindrance to the mission? Spending many weeks away from them seems like more of a hindrance to me.”

“How? How? ” He repeats, flabbergasted. “We can’t afford to feel things for people. We have to leave them all behind eventually. You’re the one that taught me that!”

“Yes, I am. And it’s one of the things I regret most.” She turns to a framed photo on her desk. He’s never looked and doesn’t think it’s his place to ask, not with the wistful smile playing on her lips. “I used to think that feeling things was what sowed pain, and thus weakness. But isn't that why we do this job at all? To make sure others can feel the happiness and safety we weren’t granted?”

“That’s… different,” he protests weakly. Yes, he was fighting to make the world a better place, to let children be children. No, kissing Yor was not going to accomplish that. But there’s no way in hell he can tell Handler that.

The softness melts from her face, leaving the true Fullmetal Lady that all WISE agents fear. “Oh, get over yourself. Go snog your wife or something.”

He knocks over all 52 slides, which he thinks should be further evidence to support his business trip plea, but Handler is unmoved.

…

Since Handler refuses to help him, he has to take things into his own hands. Fine. He’s manned a whole fleet of submarines by himself before—harder than it sounds, if you can believe it—so keeping himself in check around his fake wife should really be nothing. Thus, he enables Operation DNKYUAC (Do Not Kiss Yor Under Any Circumstances, pronounced ‘donkey wack’). The rules are simple: don’t kiss her. Ever. And don’t be tempted to kiss her either. Don’t want to kiss her, under any circumstances.

Unless she brings home sunflowers. Apparently that’s some type of limit.

“I saw these at the florist and I couldn’t help myself,” she beams. The flowers are exceptionally well-maintained, but Loid can’t help but think they aren’t really as bright as sunflowers usually are.

Yor’s smile widens and the flowers dull further. Oh.

“We should have a vase somewhere,” he says in order to turn away from her and busy himself in the cabinets. Anya skips up to the doorway and jumps upon seeing the flowers.

“Ooh! What’re those?”

Yor hefts Anya up effortlessly into one arm, angling the sunflowers toward her. “Sunflowers! They’re the happiest flowers.”

“Really?” Anya asks dubiously. At Yor’s nod, she grins and plucks one out of the bouquet. Loid returns at that moment with a vase, which is when Anya takes the opportunity to stick the flower behind his ear.

“What the—?”

“Happiness flower,” Anya says matter-of-factly. “Now you’re happy.”

Loid blinks a couple times before huffing out a laugh. “What are you saying? I was happy before.”

“Happier,” Anya concedes. She turns back to Yor, who is staring at Loid with a wide-eyed look. Anya does the same thing and sticks a flower behind her headband while she’s distracted. “There!” She wriggles until Yor puts her down and pats both of her parents’ legs. “Now you’re happy together. ”

She skips off, singing ‘mission accomplished’ as she goes.

Loid gapes after her, trying not to let his embarrassment show. He’d told her to stop saying those weird things! He quickly slides the flower out of his hair and places it in the vase. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into her.”

“Huh? Oh. It’s alright.” Yor follows suit and puts the rest of the flowers in the vase before plucking out the one in her hair. She twiddles it for a few moments before blurting, “It looked nice in your hair.” Then she drops it into the vase and hurries into the living room.

He vaguely remembers telling her that couples complimented each other, and she’d promised to try doing that more in public. She must have been practicing just then. There was no way it was anything else—he’d gotten a tennis-ball sized lump on his chin one time for daring to think otherwise.

He looks down at the vase in his hands. Happiness flower? Well, there certainly was something swelling up in his chest right now. He didn’t appreciate its presence one bit.

…

Okay, so he’d failed to think about the fact that Operation DNKYUAC wasn’t the best in theory, in that he should be able to kiss Yor under some circumstances. Like for their cover. Something that was undoubtedly important and a terribly gross oversight to have.

(If only he’d been given permission for that business trip.)

For heaven’s sake, he was a spy! He’d done far more than kissing before. Kissing is basically child’s play. Knowing all this, however, does not stop his legs from feeling like jelly when his hospital co workers reveal the mistletoe hanging above his and Yor’s heads at the decently large Christmas party they have just arrived at. Yor is wearing the hair pin he’d gotten her in Municht paired with a red wrap dress, which he’s been contending with by pinpointing all of his focus onto her left eyebrow whenever he has to speak to her. That won’t be able to fly now, though. He can feel the nerves taking shape into something vicious under his red dress shirt, suspiciously ulcer-shaped. How had he not thought to prepare for this? He was losing it.

(Again, if only Handler had approved his trip!)

However, his nerves all but evaporate when he turns and sees Yor’s pale face and pursed lips. She’s stiff, hand locked in the crook of his elbow, as she looks out at the sea of unfamiliar faces staring back at them, expectant. She’s uncomfortable.

“Mistletoe?” He says, looking up at the sprig. He lets out a good-natured laugh. “Oh my. Looks like that’s actually holly. The rules don’t apply now, do they?”

“Oh, come on!” The director speaks up. He’s clearly had one drink too many, made evident by his swaying and pointing. “Just kiss your beautiful wife. Or one of us will do it instead!” A chorus of chortles pop up, igniting a rage in Loid’s chest that he isn’t sure he’s keeping off his face. He feels Yor shift beside him and is about to ask her if she wants to leave when he sees something whiz past.

Was that a button?

The button (?) sinks right into the soft part of the director’s throat, causing him to wheeze and hack. His glass slips from his hand and shatters on the floor, splattering wine amidst the gasps and screams of the crowd.

“He’s having an emergency! Get a doctor!”

“That’s any person here, genius! Just hurry!”

Loid watches on, befuddled but not entirely unhappy with the turn of events. Technically, he can alleviate the director’s current breathing issues in no more than four seconds if he really tries, but he doesn’t find himself in any hurry to do so. To his relief, Yor also looks pleased with the fact that the attention is off of them.

“Shall we?” He gestures over to the abandoned refreshments. “I hear they have splendid hors d'oeuvres at these things.”

She bows her head, smiling serenely along with his play. The hairpiece twinkles in the lights overhead and he has to dig his nails into his palm to stop his hand from moving on its own. “I would love to.”

And thus, Operation DNKYUAC lives another day. Barely.

(Later, he notices a missing button from his cuff. How odd.)

…

“I’m going to stay up tonight!” Anya announces at 6 PM. “I’m going to watch the whole world change and you can’t stop me!”

“Sure,” Loid nods.

“Of course,” Yor chirps.

Anya narrows her eyes suspiciously, but their minds reveal no scheming plans.

“For real?”

“If you think you can handle it,” Loid replies. He recognizes the flare of competition in Anya’s eyes as she clenches her fists.

“I can! I will! For world peace!” (Whatever that meant.)

“I’m staying up,” Anya asserts again at 7 PM. Yor sets a cup of cocoa in front of her while Loid flips his newspaper.

“Of course you are.”

“‘M stayin’ up,” Anya maintains, yawning slightly at 8 PM. Bond curls up in the corner and she eyes his fluffy white coat. “Stay up, Bond.”

“Dogs have different perceptions of time. They don’t care about human New Years,” Loid explains as Anya nervously watches Bond yawn and stretch. “So Bond is going to sleep in his fluffy, warm bed now.”

“You can’t fool me,” Anya grumbles, rubbing her eyes. “I’m watching the New-Ears on TV!”

“New Year’s. And I wasn’t trying to fool you,” Loid shrugs.

Yor comes and sits next to a struggling Anya on the floor at 9 PM, resting her head on a knee.

“It’s too bad no programs are on at this time,” she sighs. “That means there’s nothing to watch for three whole hours until the New Year's program.”

Anya is out cold ten minutes later.

Loid lets out a low whistle as he waves a hand in front of Anya’s face. She’s truly out. “How did you do that?”

“I did this at least five times with Yuri,” she giggles. “It’s all about emphasizing the time that’s left.”

They put Anya to bed and clean up, eventually settling on the couch.

“Do you and Yuri usually stay up to welcome the new year?” Loid asks.

“Hmm. For the years in between him falling asleep before midnight and him getting a job, we did do that,” she says, a small smile on her face. “We made resolutions. It was mostly for the sake of having some type of tradition, I guess. What about you?”

At least three of the last ten New Years in his life had been spent dismantling bombs, but he wasn’t about to say that. “I haven’t done this in a while. Most days I’m up past midnight anyways, so it’s not all that different.” The only difference this year was that he didn’t have any late night missions. As if to rub salt in his wound, Handler had told him to take it easy tonight, ‘at home, with the daughter and especially with the wife’. She was a sadist.

“We could make resolutions,” Yor replies offhandedly. At Loid’s silence she goes ramrod straight. “Wait—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to assume you wanted that kind of tradition, or that you didn’t—”

“Don’t worry about it,” he interrupts, laughing. “I was just surprised. We should definitely do that. What kind of resolutions did you make with Yuri?”

“Mostly small things. Like, um… I resolve to make a new friend.”

Loid smiles before he can help it. How very like Yor. “That’s a good one. Hm, let’s see… I resolve to take at least one more break per day.”

Yor nods resolutely. “That’s good for your health. Let’s see…”

They go back and forth like that with resolutions, getting caught up in conversation and unaware of how much time has passed until the clock chimes half past eleven.

“Oh my goodness,” Yor says, startled as she blinks up at the clock. “I had no idea this much time had passed!”

“Time flies,” Loid agrees. “Maybe we should have written our resolutions down. We said too many.” He expects Yor to laugh, but instead a pensive look crosses her face. “Yor?”

“Actually… I have one that’s been weighing on my mind a bit,” she admits, shifting to face him on the couch. She fiddles with the hem of her sweater. “Uh, do you remember that Christmas party last week?”

He’s immediately on alert. “Is that still bothering you? I had a strict word with the director the next day about what he said. If you want, you can come to the hospital yourself and—”

“N-no!” Yor interrupts, rushed. “I mean, that’s—well, thank you. That was a little uncomfortable, but more than that…” She hangs her head. “I wish I wasn’t so… bad at the physical affection thing.”

He blinks. “What?”

“I mean…” Her face is heating up. “The mistletoe is common at a Christmas party. And couples are expected to kiss. If I wasn’t so bad at k-kissing, I wouldn’t have had to throw that button and cause such a mess.”

“Yor, it isn’t—wait, that button was you?”

“My point is, I resolve to…” She squeezes her hands together, face impossibly red. “To get better at the whole physical affection thing. In public, for our cover,” she adds on. “I don’t want to be a burden on our arrangement just because I get so flustered.”

“Yor…” His heart isn’t his anymore, instead threatening to burst out of his chest. Remember Operation DNKYUAC, he scolds himself, although he can’t really take it seriously when it sounds like he’s just repeating ‘donkey wack’ over and over again. She’s only doing this for their cover; out of a need to fit in with societal standards of what a couple should do. No other reason. That thought is the one that sobers him. “You are never a burden just because you have limits. You don’t have to force yourself to do something you don’t want to. We can always do other things to show people we are a loving couple.”

“But—” Her eyes dart between his. He feels both out of his depth and like he is in incredible danger, so he tries the left eyebrow thing again. It backfires when she leans in and looks at him imploringly. “What if I do want to?”

The air leaves him. “Want to what?” He croaks.

The countdown starts on the TV, startling them both. As the seconds tick down, Yor seems to mull something over before abruptly leaning in and pecking his lips. Tinny cheers sound from the TV speakers along with choruses of ‘Happy New Years’ and the blast of fireworks outside.

The kiss, like the peck on his cheek from when she’d seen him off on the train, is short and over before he can blink. But there’s no being normal about this. His brain is fried.

From a peck. He should be more devastated about the fact that there exists a person that can undo him with a peck, but the only thing he feels right now is the sense that he’s a balloon cut free. Something is floating in his mind, pinging at the corners, and he’s silent as he struggles to hold it down and give it a name.

Yor stares at him for a few seconds before her hands slowly come up to cover her mouth. “Oh my gosh. Oh my—oh no. Oh nonono.” She leans back on her haunches. “I—I thought the courage would last into the new year too,” she whispers to herself. Loid vaguely registers it over the din of his own brain buzzing. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Just ignore that—”

“Yor,” he says. He leans forward, the couch dipping, and brings both of his hands to the sides of her face, threading his fingers through her hair. Her pupils blow wide. “Open your mouth a little bit.”

“Huh?” Her lips part and his gaze is drawn to her mouth. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you with your resolution,” he says, “to get better at the physical affection thing.” Then he tilts his head and closes the gap.

So, Operation DNKYUAC fails miserably. And fails again. And again. He ends up breaking the rules of that operation at least fifteen consecutive times, but whatever. It was a failing operation from the start, with a stupid sounding name to boot.

But still—maybe he should start another Operation. Operation DNKYMTINBTYWHLOHTYCH (Do Not Kiss Yor More Than Is Necessary Because Then You Will Have Lots Of Hickeys That You Can’t Hide).

Another failing Operation. But a guy could try.

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snowed in hell

you didn't think a weekend with your boss could get worse... actually, it does once you're snowed in with him and away from home. you thought he was the worse, but there is something beneath his cold exterior that's very passionate and romantic and you're curious if you can explore that.

PAIRING: ceo!tom holland x assistant/secretary!reader

GENRE: smut 18+ minors dni!, pwp, enemies to lovers (?), secret crushes, lots and lots of longing and pining, dom!tom + dom!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.2k [the longest one so far lol]

A/N: merry christmas eve/happy holidays! sexy present here lmao. i haven't written smut in a while so apologies in advance but i thought id just throw one in there. honestly may post more on my smut sideblog now that i have a bit more time to write! let me know if this series has been great for you guys :D

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"A weekend away didn't seem like a bad idea"... is what you should be thinking. The winter wonderland that was this beautiful snowfall was all nice and cheery until you're going with your boss for one of his many conferences before the holiday season can start.

Now, Tom Holland wasn't bad looking, but once his egotistical comments spouted out of his mouth, you were able to snap back into reality. Not only could he sound like the most out-of-touch guy, but he flaunted how successful he was on-top of his looks.

So when he invited you－ no, expect you－ to come to this conference, it was a bit of a disappointment when you thought that it would be your one weekend of not doing anything that revolved around him. Now it was all about him... as per usual.

Carefully driving to the five-star hotel, all he did was talk about his own expectations and try to figure out what to say at the big dinner they were holding before tomorrow's conference. All you could do was make mental notes since you were driving and he was checking himself in the mirror in the backseat.

Luckily, you had adjoined rooms so there was some separation between your lives these next two days. While he was working in his room, you hoped to go on the slopes and enjoy breakfast on the nice outside deck while reading a book. Maybe even meet someone like in some cheesy romance movie.

"No, no, we have the charity ball on the 5th. The opening of the library the week after." Tom sighed, "Yes, yes, darling, I'm aware of that, but we can move all those dates... Trust me, I know Mr. Morales isn't with his wife on Tuesdays and Thursdays..." He continued, his left eyebrow arched.

You could roll your eyes, but all you did was take a deep breath.

"Well, I checked in the mirror and I can say that today is gonna be a great day." He smirked.

Oh, God. You needed this thirty remaining minutes to turn into thirty seconds.

"Y/N, slow down a bit. We're in no rush." Tom signaled his hand, looking through the front windshield.

"Yes, sir." You grinned, fixing your posture as you eased your foot off the gas pedal.

♡ ♡ ♡

You're relieved once you're checked into your room, knowing there was one wall between you and Tom. When you lay on your bed, basically hoping into the soft mattress, you let out a huge sigh of relief.

After a few minutes of hearing Tom's muffled voice through the wall, it was silent. You fix your skirt and button up before knocking on the door until Tom said you could come in.

When you step in, you see Tom standing in front of the full-body mirror by the window. As much as you wanted to complain, he did look good in a dark suit. You saw him adjust his sleeves under his jacket, but his tie was crooked.

"Here, I let me fix your tie." You trailed as you walked over.

You leaned into your heels, pulling the tie a bit down before pulling it perfectly where the top button of his shirt was. His brown eyes glossed over as he watched you, admiring how the orange light from the sunset laying against your face.

When you lifted your head, you saw his eyes, but you two could just produce awkward laughs. When you were hired, all your friends envied that you worked for someone as handsome and suave as Tom, and so were you. It was his huge ego that got in the way. Then, there were moments like this where that small crush bloomed back up.

Tom couldn't disagree that there weren't some feelings in the beginning as well. Workplace relationships were frowned upon, and already keeping his father's company afloat, there was no need to try to impress you. He would rather fight off those feelings then see where it goes.

"Thank you, Y/N." He said before clearing his throat.

"Of course, sir." You grinned.

"You don't have to always call me that. It's Tom, darling."

"I know." You quickly said, but you felt heat on your cheeks.

"Well, we need to get down there." He quickly gathered himself before the two of you left your rooms.

When you entered the elevator, it was just the two of you. There wasn't much said but it stopped on the floor below, a few people filed in and you felt Tom place his hand on your lower back as you took a few steps back.

You leaned next to him, placing your hand on his chest. Tom's heart hadn't beat so fast in a while, but in that moment, he thought everyone in the small space could hear it.

"Sorry, sir." You said, pulling your hand back and then tucking your hair behind your ear.

"You don't have to apologize, darling."

Your eyes fixated longer on him before the doors opened, and he walked out with the others.

Quickly, you followed him before he was practically mobbed by his peers, asking all these questions and statements while you stood behind his back. A few times he'd look over his shoulder to make sure you were close, and you would show him a small smile.

Time got away as he loved to talk business before timidly tapped his shoulder and he turned his attention toward you.

"Sir, the conference starts in five minutes."

He chuckled, "Oh, I have to go but nice seeing you guys. Let's catch up this weekend." Tom smiled at the few men.

As the two of you walked away, Tom's smile fell and his hands played with the first button of his suit jacket.

"What happened?" You asked, trying to keep up with his fast pace.

"Just because I have the money to finance their plans doesn't mean I can. I'm not..." He trailed, "Well, I'm not some dream maker. Let's put it at that."

"Sorry about that, sir." You cleared your throat.

"Remember what we spoke about?" He asked, turning to you.

"Tom... I meant Tom." You trailed, giving a half-smile.

He actually smiled back, something you rarely saw but the two of you continued to the hall, taking your seats before a long meeting.

♡ ♡ ♡

After an hour and a half, you and Tom went to the bar as per his request. Instead of sitting at the stools, you were sat at a table and you weren't use to spending a dinner with him. When the waiter came by, you were going to order for the two of you until Tom spoke first.

"One glass of scotch neat and a gin and tonic, light on the tonic." He said, impressing you.

"You remembered?" You asked, sounding like an old friend.

"Of course. It's not always your job to do that." He grinned.

Once you got your drinks, you cheers to the night and a successful start to the weekend. You almost wanted to toast to Tom not getting on your last nerve, but a man came by with 'manager' written under his name on his tag.

"Excuse me, but we just wanted to tell you that there is a harsh snowstorm right now. There may be some bad cell service and the roads are completely covered so, I would advise you not to go out tonight if you were planning to leave."

"Thank you for telling us." Tom nodded.

"We can send anything complimentary to your room if needed, Mr. Holland." He reassured him before leaving.

"Wow, so you're not new around here." You joked a bit and wondered if it was okay.

"Yeah, I've come here a few times. With my dad before I took over the business. Anything you need, on me."

You nodded, taking a sip of your drink, and then the rest of the hour was getting to know one another. He got to know you better than when you were first interviewed, but now that he was relaxed, Tom got to know you better than the side he aggressively showed in the office.

He had been meaning to sit down with you for a long time, wondering if there was any chance he would, but he thought about his reputation too much. He knew it could be a mood-killer sometimes, but there was a lot to hold yet being with you right there made him forget all of that.

There was an unspoken tension at the table and neither of you two wanted to address it... but there was still enough time in the weekend.

♡ ♡ ♡

That night, you weren't sure how to feel. You wondered if there was actually anything you felt romantically toward Tom. You paced the room a few times and ended up staring into the night sky through your deck.

Once you tried to focus on the silence of the room, you could hear the muffled TV noises coming through the wall that shared your rooms. You took a few deep breaths as you approach the door, talking yourself through this in your head.

You knocked, "May I come in?"

"Yeah!" Tom shouted.

When you entered his room, the beginning of the movie Charade starring Audrey Hepburn was on, oddly fitting with the location you were staying at. Tom walked from the bathroom, his tie loosen and his shoes off. He seemed more relaxed than you did, but he probably wasn't wondering what was coming of this in your mind.

"Hi... I uh, I just heard the TV and thought I would um... I uh, come over." You said, knowing how awkward and childish it sounded.

"Yeah, just an old movie. I was practicing my speech for tomorrow's conference." He said, gently pulling off his cuff links.

You hummed, standing there and your knees suddenly felt weak.

Tom took a second look at you, "Is everything okay?"

Butterflies swarmed inside your stomach, fuzzy feelings exploding and all you could do was slowly walk over to him. He sensed what move you could make, but Tom stood tall and strong, able to easily do it.

"Y/N, look at me." He softly commanded.

Your eyes met, and all you could hear was the TV in the background and the sound of your heart beating in your ears. Just as you took a step closer, he placed his hand on your soft cheek. Soon, your lips met in the middle for a spontaneous kiss that tasted heavenly.

As your tongue pressed against his, practically melting at how soft his was, his firm hands began to unbutton your top before he pulled away from the kiss.

"Is this okay?" He practically whispered.

You hummed, "Yes. Yes, keep going."

Just like that, he contiuned pulling apart the buttons one by one as your noses brushed against one another's and you could barely take the tension.

Once you undid the last button, you let your shirt fall near your feet. Standing there in your silk white bra and skirt, you slowly pushed him toward the bed until he sat down. His eyes trailed your body as you stood only a few feet away and your hands met the back of your skirt.

He watched you slowly peel down the zipper, the fabric pulling from your body before it fell to the ground as well. Tom's mouth gapped a bit, seeing your stockings were attached to a white garter belt and the matching lacey, white panties beneath them.

Tom was loss for words, the dim lights not doing any justice for your body. He leaned up as you walked toward him, and his hands immediately met your hips. He slowly pressed his lips against your lower abdomen, giving you butterlies as he continued to tease.

As you watched him carefully place his wet kisses, your hand met his soft curls and carded through them each time he got lower. He used his teeth to pull at the top of your panties, letting the fabric lightly slap your skin.

"You look like an angel, you know that?" He muttered.

You wanted to nod, but he ran his hand up your inner thigh before meeting your clothed slit. He smirked as he massaged the wet spot on the center of your panties. Your swollen clit ached, trying not to let your knees get weak as you still stood infront of him.

Your hands met his shoulders, and your fingernails lightly grazed his freckled skin. He kept moving his two fingers ever so slowly as he left a small love bite on your hip.

"I bet you want me to fuck you senseless, yes?" He groaned, "Until you can't even say words... just my name."

A small moan left your throat as he switched to his thumb rubbing on your clit. You gulped, wanting him to pull them off already but instead he brought you down to your knees.

"Not before you prove to me you're a good girl who deserves to be fucked so good." Tom nodded, holding his eye contact with you.

At first you wanted to pout, but you also wanted to show him that you were no force to be reckon with either. He thought he had the control and you were going to change that.

"Yes, sir." You trailed, giving a new meaning to the respect addressing he always told you not to use.

After unbuckling his belt, you threw it to the side before unzipping his pants. His cock pressed against his briefs, bigger than you expected. You tossed his pants along with his belt before your hand moved against his hard that stayed below the soft fabric.

Your fingers pulled each side of the band of his briefs, watching his cock spring up and all felt was your face feeling hot. He carefully watched your hand perfectly grip his base, pumping his hard slowly as your tongue ran over his red tip.

"Fucking christ, fuck." He groaned, using his weight to push up on his elbows as he laid back on the bed.

He expected you to be fast, but the slowness of your pace was killing him. Your hand moved up and down, your spit lubricating his base and your mouth wrapped around his tip.

"Don't fucking tease me all night, darling." He lowly growled, his hand moving through your hair to keep it from your face. He wanted to watch every second of his cock in your sweet mouth.

As your hands pushed against both his thighs, you felt his cock grow harder as his tip pressed against the back of your throat. You couldn't see Tom, but heard his moans he was obviously trying to hold back.

"No teeth, darling. Open your mouth wider... fucking. Yeah, fucking feels good." He practically panted.

Before he felt himself on the edge, you pulled away and all he could hear was his own heart beating. He didn't question fast enough, and you were already on your feet before straddling him.

"You had your fun, now you're gonna show me why you deserve to fuck me." You giggled, half-smiling then pressed your lips against his. He liked this side of you.

Tom rolled the two of you over, the cool sheets against your back. He parted your legs as he trailed wet kisses over your bra, down your stomach then over your panties. You tilted your head watching him unclip your stockings from your belt, then pulling your panties to the side.

He propped your left leg over his shoulder before placing a kiss on your clit, so swollen and wet. His tongue perfect stoked below your clit and right above your slit, just the place to make your whole body squirm. Tom continued to flick his tongue right at your sweet spot, holding down your hips as they tried to move.

A trail of quiet moans left your lips, completely in awe of how he took his time. Just as your stomach turned, his two fingers slipped inside you. They curled and moved slowly as his tongue worked your clit.

You could cum right there, letting him watch your whole body wither but you wanted to play the long game too. Your grip moved to his curls, tugging so hard the move you tried to hold back your orgasm.

"Oh... oh, I wanna..." Your voice strained, ending up biting your lip.

Tom smirked before leaving wet kisses up your slit and then further up toward your hips until wrapping his lips around your right nipple.

You leaned up on your elbows, smiling to yourself before he kissed you again, "I wanna be in control now." You whispered.

The two of you switched positions again, straddling him as he leaned his back against the headboard the of bed. You slowly wrapped your arms back around him, pecking faint kisses up his neck before meeting your noses again.

Your one hand guided his tip to your slit, rubbing it against the wet entrance before sinking down on his lap. His low, rough grunt was against your lips, but all you could do was smirk.

"I bet you want me to move now on your cock. I can feel it stretching out my tight hole." You whispered once more.

He didn't think such a dirty sentence could come from those lips.

"God, you feel fucking amazing, you tease." He said, his fingers pushing into your hips.

"I don't want you to cum until I say..." You kissed him, "Think you can do that, sir?" You teased.

Surprisingly, he nodded his head but he was completely putty. You fixed your posture to make your back straight, then start moving your hips. His head falls, pressing his forehead against your shoulder.

Tom tried to refrain from moving, bucking his hips a few times. You tried to take control by kissing him and make sure he's distracted, but there was no stopping his wanting to turn the two of you over and have his own control back.

"Don't be shy, tell me if you're gonna cum." You whimpered, also feeling your walls tighten around his throbbing cock.

"God, yes. I'm gonna cum." He grunted between your kiss.

You sped up the pace of your hips, hearing the slapping of your skin fill the room. You gasp and whine, "Don't cum yet."

But, he was so eager.

"Not yet... not yet." You trailed as you felt near your edge. You wanted him to wait until you were right there too.

By this point, he didn't want to move his hips, afraid of letting go since he was holding back. Your nails dug across his back, your clit incredibly swollen and your wetness trailing down your inner thighs.

"Fucking cum now, God!" You announced in a whiny tone.

Tom pushed down your hips, and his cock bottomed out inside you. Your voices were shaky and hoarse by the time you came back down from your highs.

Your head fell against his shoulder, both of your bodies settling as you huffed to catch your breaths. You slowly rolled off of him and lay next to him in his bed. Quickly, he pulled the covers over you two and leaned on his side to look at your tired self.

"Think we can go for round two in say..." He checked his watch, "Ten minutes?" Tom joked.

You smirked, "Make it five and I promise I'll have you screaming louder than me."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Not for me, sir."

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Bringing You Home

Gojo Satoru/Original Female Character NSFW 9,268 words (jfc) Also posted on AO3 Summary: After leaving a boring clan event, Satoru brings Yura with him to his private quarters on the Gojo Estate. Yura gets to snoop a bit in what is essentially Satoru's childhood bedroom, before the two of them actually get started with the, ahem, after-party...

Here's the new oneshot in the Under the Cover of Shadows series! It takes place immediately after chapter 1 of my fic Deeper in the Dark, but it could also be read as standalone. This was also supposed to be just smut, but then I got carried away playing with my headcanons as to what Satoru's childhood was like lmao and it ended up turning into a bit of a character study for him. Also there's smut.

Anyway, enjoy another accidentally long-ass oneshot! I know you guys were asking for this one, so hopefully I can deliver hehe

“Satoru, where are we going?” Yura asked as he tugged her along by the hand. The sounds of the clan event kept getting further away, which—good. Satoru already had enough dealing with annoying clan people for the night, so he was more than looking forward to just being him and Yura alone, and no one else.

“We’re going for a walk,” Satoru told her, shooting her a grin.

Yura had commented a couple of times about finding the Gojo Estate beautiful to look at, and Satoru supposed he couldn’t deny that fact—although, spending most of his childhood confined to this place did little to endear him to it, since for the longest time he simply couldn’t wait until he was free of all this.

He could, however, see the appeal in taking Yura out for a walk around the Estate, especially when there was no one else around. As the head of the clan, the Estate was something that could be considered unequivocally his territory, and there was an odd giddy feeling inside of him at being able to share it with Yura.

“Just for a walk?” Yura asked, an amused glint in her eyes as she looked up at him. She still kept her hand in his as they walked side by side.

“...For now,” Satoru replied, a sly grin of his own spreading across his face. “Let’s just take the scenic route for a little while.”

Yura only hummed in response, looking back to the front. Satoru was guiding them through a covered outdoor pathway, mostly due to the snow piled up on the ground. Small snowflakes still floated down from the sky every now and then, coating everything in a layer of white, and Satoru briefly lamented that the scenery around these parts was usually prettier during the spring.

Well, he would just have to bring Yura here again some other time, he thought to himself.

A chilly gust of wind passed by, and he felt Yura shiver next to him even if she was wearing the new coat he’d given her. She ended up stepping closer to him then, probably seeking more warmth—even though he was a little disappointed when her hand left his, he couldn’t complain much when she grasped his arm instead, first with one hand and then with her other one. And for the second time that night, Yura was clutching at his arm as she stayed glued to his side, and Satoru couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto his face.

They continued walking almost mindlessly through the outdoor paths, passing by several of the buildings that made up the Gojo Estate. Yura seemed to be curious about everything, asking him what each building was for—mostly different residences, he’d answered, although there were a couple of shrines scattered throughout. Most of the non-residential buildings were in a different area... and he supposed that he would just have to show her to those some other time.

“How many people live on the Estate?” Yura asked, still leaning against his side.

“Uh...” He stopped to think. “I’m not sure, actually. Mostly everyone with the Gojo name—you know, my uncles and aunts, their kids, their kids’ kids, some further apart cousins, the live-in employees and servants...”

“...Everyone except the clan head himself,” she replied with an amused smile, and she wasn’t wrong there.

Satoru nodded. “Yup.”

He’d had his family breathing down his neck for the entirety of his childhood and then some; this time, he wanted some actual freedomto live his life without their annoying meddling, thank you very much.

Yura let out a sigh, nodding slightly as she leaned against his side again. They continued walking some more, chatting sometimes, and sometimes just staying in comfortable silence. Satoru was too busy enjoying Yura’s presence there to worry about anything else.

But then her voice interrupted yet another stretch of quiet. “Satoru,” she called, and he turned his head to her. “This walk is going great and all... but are we getting somewhere soon? These heels are really starting to bother me...”

As Yura slowed down to a stop, pulling him with her, Satoru ended up getting a bit of déjà vu. That’s right—one and a half years ago, when Satoru had last brought Yura to the Estate with him, he’d also taken her on a walk like this after they’d left the event. He wasn’t exactly sure why he had decided to do that; he had simply grabbed her hand to pull her away from the stuffy ceremony they’d been forced to attend, and then... she just hadn’t pulled her hand away. So he’d just kept walking, until Yura had complained that her kimono had been a little too tight after all the food they’d eaten.

Satoru snorted. “Why is it always something when we go on walks like these?” He shot her a crooked grin. “Why must you interrupt this lovely atmosphere we have going on?”

Yura stuck her feet out, jiggling her shoe. “You were the one who got me these way too high heels to wear. It’s your fault that my feet can’t handle all this walking.”

Well, that was true. But she did look fantasticwith the heels on, along with the dress he’d gotten her for this event.

Satoru let out an exaggerated sigh, fully turning to face her. “Fine. We’ll go,” he said, but then he got déjà vu again as he stared at Yura in front of him.

...Ah. That’s right. That night, he’d also come this close to kissing her—this close. If Yura hadn’t looked away, he would have definitely done it. Back then, he had tried rationalizing it away as a momentary fluke—the way she had sat by his side in front of his entire clan as his wife had certainly done a number on him, and something inside of him had gotten a little too comfortable with the idea as they’d played along.

But to be honest, he now knew that calling it a fluke had only been him lying to himself, because he had also come this close to kissing her multiple times before and after. As it turned out, he had just really wanted to kiss Yura.

His lips twitched up.

And he could do that now, couldn’t he?

Without a word, Satoru simply leaned forward to press a quick kiss to her lips. When he pulled away, Yura was blinking up at him in surprise, slightly taken aback.

“...What was that for?” she asked, a little amused.

Satoru shot her a small grin. “Just ‘cause I can,” he told her.

Yura gave his chest a light slap, even as she was trying to bite back a smile.

“Alright, come on,” he eventually said, stepping closer to her. And just like last time, he wrapped his arms around her, tugging her body unnecessarily close to him. “Let’s get out of here,” he said, feeling her own arms wrap around his torso, before he teleported them both away.

---

Yura was a little confused when they reappeared somewhere still in the Gojo Estate and not in front of his car, like she had expected. They were in a hallway, in front of a closed sliding door, and it did look a little familiar... though Yura wasn’t exactly sure where they were.

“...Where are we?” she asked, stepping away from Satoru as his arms dropped from around her.

Satoru grinned as he moved toward the door. “Why, the party isn’t over yet,” he told her, sliding one side of the door open. “Or better yet, you can call this the after-party.”

As Yura peered inside the room, she suddenly remembered what this place was. These were Satoru’s private quarters inside the Gojo Estate, the ones he rarely used because, well, he didn’t really spend much time around these parts. He had brought her here once, some seven years ago on her first visit, saying that it was the one place where he could be free of his family when inside the Estate.

...Yura suddenly had an inkling as to what Satoru had in mind for this after-partyof his.

“I wasn’t aware there would be an after-party,” Yura said, even as she took off her heels before she stepped inside the room. “That wasn’t on the invitation.” ...There hadn’t really been an invitation.

Satoru was still grinning. “A surprise after-party then,” he said, starting to take off his own shoes. “But, really, you should have seen this coming.”

She really should have.

They both moved inside, Satoru turning on the lights before he helped her take off her coat, hanging it with his. Yura ended up getting a little distracted admiring the place again—this was essentially Satoru’s childhood bedroom, wasn’t it? Well, it was a little more than a bedroom—Yura was only familiar with the main sitting area where she and Satoru had had tea that one time, but there was still one doorway leading to what she knew to be the bedroom, and also another one that she wasn’t sure where it led to. It was almost like he had a whole apartment of his own inside his house, and Yura wondered how much time he would spend in here alone, given everything that he’d told her over the years...

“Young master?” a voice came from outside, following a knock on the door. The voice was familiar—that was Hanae, wasn’t it? Satoru’s old caretaker (read: babysitter), and probably the one person inside the Estate that he actually liked.

“Yeah?” Satoru replied, turning to the door and sliding it open again. Sure enough, Hanae was standing outside, and she gave him one deep bow in greeting before she spotted Yura, shooting the younger woman a warm smile and bowing to her as well.

“It’s good to see you again, Yura-san,” Hanae called, and Yura gave her a similar bow in greeting.

“You too,” Yura replied. She had first met Hanae on her first visit to the Estate, but they had definitely run into each other a few times in the years since. Mostly in Satoru’s apartment, since Hanae was the one coming in to tidy up his place every week; and since Yura had started spending more and more time over at Satoru’s... she had definitely begun to run into the older woman more often in the past year or so...

“I’m sorry to interrupt, young master,” Hanae said, bowing her head down to Satoru again. “But I’m afraid the head of the Kamo clan has requested your presence.”

Satoru’s mood suddenly did a one-eighty, and he let out an aggravated sigh. “Seriously? I’m busy—We can talk some other time.”

Hanae pressed her lips together for a moment. “...I’m afraid that this might be some official business,” she eventually said. “They stressed it was important—I believe it is regarding a possible marriage match between the two clans.” She shot him an apologetic smile.

Satoru was silent for a moment before his shoulders sagged. “Fine,” he caved, and Yura had to wonder if they’d sent Hanae here to fetch him because she seemed to have a way of talking him into things. Yura supposed that the other woman just had plenty of practice dealing with his difficult kid self. “But this’ll have to be quick—I don’t need to be involved in this...” he finished by grumbling out the words. He grabbed his coat with an exaggerated sigh, before he suddenly turned back to Yura and pointed a finger right at her face. “You. Don’t go anywhere,” he said in mock-seriousness. Then his face shifted into a grin. “The after-party is still on.”

Yura was trying to bite back a grin as she pretended to be bothered. “Just don’t take too long,” she said, setting a hand on her hip. “...Also, I can’t promise I won’t snoop.”

Satoru continued grinning as he slipped his coat back on. “Snoop away,” he said.

Satoru eventually left with Hanae, leaving Yura alone there in his private quarters. And as she turned away from the door, looking over the place, her urge to snoop was strong.

To start off, she shot the living area a long cursory glance as she gave the place a once-over. Not much seemed to have changed since her first visit—much like the rest of the house, this room was also elegantly decorated in mostly traditional Japanese décor, with a low table (a kotatsu, actually) in the center where she and Satoru had drank tea last time, a couch against a wall, and a few bookshelves scattered throughout. There was, however, a very modern TV on top of a console against the wall, but otherwise, this place could have passed as something from another time entirely.

And there also wasn’t much Satoru from what she could see, nothing that would really indicate this place as being his. She wondered if that was because he’d long since moved out and had probably taken most of ‘his’stuff with him—but Yura also remembered Satoru mentioning that he hadn’t actually been allowed to redecorate as a child, hence why he ended up going nuts decorating his dorm room after he’d moved into the school.

Yura strolled across the room, glancing at the books on the shelves as she moved past them to peek through the doorway that led to the bedroom. She flicked the light switch on as she walked through the door, taking in the sight; again, there wasn’t much there. A low bed against a wall, a couple of dressers on the other side (even though she was pretty sure one of the western-style doors in the room also led to a closet), a smaller low table with some seats on the far end of the room, and another TV on the wall—nothing very distinct. Was this really how his bedroom had always looked, or had this been redecorated after Satoru had grown up? The bed was way too big for one single kid, although the thought of a kid Satoru sleeping sprawled out on the king-sized bed was pretty amusing—and very on-brand. He did like to spread out; when she would sleep next to him, he would often use her as a mattress instead.

...Or maybe he just liked spreading himself on top of her.

For a little while, Yura busied herself examining the room, peeking in through the western-style doors (one a bathroom and the other, yep, a closet), and then deciding to indeed snoop by opening the drawers on Satoru’s bedside tables. Now this finally felt more like Satoru—mostly normal stuff like phone chargers, a tablet, some candy (she snorted—yep, that’s him); just regular stuff she knew he also kept by his bed in his own apartment. Opening the bottom drawer, however, finally revealed something that seemed more childhood-like: it was an old handheld game console, with a few game cases carefully stored next to it. Yura knew that Satoru must have had multiple different game consoles throughout the years (a few of which she’d seen him using back in school), and that he hadn’t actually kept most of them—so she had to wonder why this one. Maybe it had some kind of special significance, she theorized. She would just have to ask him later.

(She also found a box of tissues and, ahem, lotion, in one drawer, and Yura’s lips tugged up; now, was that a recent Satoru thing or was that a remnant from his teenage days, she wondered...)

Tired of snooping in the bedroom, Yura made her way back to the main sitting area and walked to the unknown closed room, her curiosity not yet sated. This unknown room turned out to be nothing more than some kind of study, or so she guessed—it also had a low table in the middle, but this one felt more like a desk, with the handful of papers and writing implements scattered on top of it. The number of bookcases spread around the room also helped give it that study feeling.

Yura moved further inside as she examined things with a careful eye, briefly noting that a lot of the books on the shelves actually looked more like textbooks. That’s right, Satoru had been largely homeschooled, hadn’t he? At least before going to Jujutsu Tech. Yura looked over at the desk, suddenly trying to picture child Satoru sitting there and studying diligently—and she snorted. Somehow, she had doubts—but he was infuriatingly smart regardless of how much time he had actually spent studying at school, so who knows. Maybe he’d just had a verythorough education beforehand.

As the picture of a young Satoru studying in this room stuck in her mind, though, Yura looked over the room again. Had this been where he’d studied—where he would take his lessons? Satoru had complained several times during school about the amount of time his family had forced him to spend studying (‘And so I can afford to take it easy now,’ he would tell her, much to her indignation as he simply skipped regular classes), but she would have expected his private quarters to have some kind of toy room attached to them, instead of this somber study room. And she somehow didn’t think it was because this room had been cleaned out since he’d moved away...

Yura sighed, looking around.

To be honest, the more she thought about Satoru’s childhood, the more it seemed oddly lonely. Sure, he was the strongest; sure, he had enough money to buy anything he could have possibly wanted... but what good did it do when he could only enjoy it all alone?

Satoru had told her all about his family keeping the fabled Gojo heir confined to the Estate for the entirety of his childhood—‘for his protection,’ they would say. Yeah, that was a reason, but that just meant that Satoru had grown up isolated—if not deliberately being kept away from most people, then just by virtue of being who he was. No wonder he had been such an asshole when they’d first met—that had been his first actual foray into the ‘real word’, hadn’t it? Aside from all those times he had snuck out as a kid (see, that’s what you get for being so overly controlling: you end up with a strongest sorcerer with a rebellious streak instead). It was honestly no surprise that he had been such a spoiled brat with poor social skills when he’d first come to Jujutsu Tech.

And it also shouldn’t have been so surprising to see his quarters so bare, so devoid of personality, considering the controlling nature of his family. Even his current apartment usually seemed a little too clean for someone like Gojo Satoru, so that was definitely a habit that seemed to have been forcefully developed during his childhood regardless of the rebellious nature he had grown to have since then.

...But then as her eyes stumbled upon a figure propped up between a few books, Yura had to smile. Finally, she thought. There he is. That was Digimon, wasn’t it? At last, a little splash of personality inside the otherwise nondescript room, and Yura looked fondly at the worn-out toy that suddenly reminded her of a time when Satoru would sit her down to watch this anime whether she liked it or not.

‘It’s so much better than Pokémon!’ he would insist. ‘I must bestow you with good taste.’

Yura eventually continued looking over the many shelves, her eyes roaming over the titles of all these textbooks. She was kinda impressed at all the advanced reading that pre-high school Satoru had been doing, even though she knew that Satoru was smart-smart... despite acting like an idiot most of the time. But then she stopped in her tracks again.

There was a picture frame on one of the middle shelves, the only photo frame in this whole place. Yura knew that Satoru didn’t have the habit of hanging up pictures in his place, despite them taking many photos together on their phones—so this photo frame in particular immediately piqued her curiosity. She bent down, picking it up—and it surprised her a little, even if it was exactly what she should have expected.

There were two people in the photograph, one that Yura clearly recognized as being Satoru’s father—looking much younger than now—and the other one a boy... who Yura took a couple of seconds to recognize as Satoru himself. The white hair and blue eyes should have been a dead giveaway, but it still took her a moment; maybe it was the fact that Yura had never seen any pictures of Satoru as a kid, or maybe it was the unusually serious expression on his face. And not just serious—scowling, like he didn’t want to be there... which she guessed was probably the case. Both father and son were standing next to each other, facing the camera, his father’s hand on his shoulder in what clearly looked to be an ‘official’ photograph of some kind.

Yura studied the photo closely; this was actually her first glimpse into what Satoru had looked like as a kid. He looked young—very young—but she couldn’t be sure how old he was in the picture, so she couldn’t tell if he’d always been that tall or if he ever used to be of a normal height. His hair was shorter than when she’d first met him, almost choppily messy despite the fact that he was wearing what looked like a formal kimono along with his father, and he also wasn’t wearing any sunglasses at this time. His cheeks were round with baby fat, far different from the Satoru she knew today but not that different from the fifteen-year-old Satoru she had met over a decade ago, and, well... he kinda looked adorable.

She could just squeeze his chubby, grumpy cheeks.

And speaking of which, Yura started to feel the man in question approaching long before she ever heard him open the main door.

“Yuraaa,” she heard him call, moving towards where she was standing. “Where are you snooping...”

Satoru popped up in the doorway, shooting her a grin, and Yura bit back a smile. “You done with... whatever they wanted you for?” she asked.

Satoru let out a sigh as he approached her, stopping right behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. “It was dumb,” he replied, pressing his face to her hair. “Some far-removed Gojo clan member and some even more far-removed Kamo clan member were trying to arrange a marriage between themselves, and apparently they needed the clan heads’ approval for that.” He suddenly dropped his chin to her shoulder, grumbling, “Just get married, don’t drag me into it...”

Yura huffed out a laugh, leaning back against him. “Do you need to approve every marriage in the clan or something?”

He shook his head, even as he kept it pressed against her shoulder. “No, just between the three major clans,” he replied. “Something something not wanting a clan’s inherited technique to fall into another clan’s hands. Blah.”

That definitely sounded like something that would be taken seriously by the three clans, but trust Satoru to treat it with the same seriousness as stepping on gum.

“So,” Satoru started again. “Whatchu got there?”

Yura smiled. “You,” she answered, turning the photo toward him. She tapped his face on the photograph with a finger. “You look so grumpy here.”

Satoru let out a sigh. “Official photo time was always boring,” he said, and she wasn’t surprised. He buried his face in her neck again, almost whining against her skin as his glasses poked at her cheek.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a photo of you as a kid,” she told him. She grinned. “Look at your chubby cheeks.”

Satoru huffed out a laugh against her neck. “I know, I know, I was adorable.”

She half-heartedly rolled her eyes. “An adorable menace, I’m sure.”

“I mean...” Satoru heaved out another breath against her skin, shifting slightly behind her. “Are we gonna keep talking about kid me or are we gonna... get to the good stuff?”

And as if to make a point, she felt his lips press against the crook of her neck, and Yura tried biting back a grin. Of course.

---

Satoru felt a little... odd.

It wasn’t like Yura had never visited his private quarters in the Gojo Estate before, but something about having her there now was throwing him for a loop.

These days, there was a very clear distinction between what he considered to be clan life and his regular day-to-day life. It’d started many years ago when he’d left for Jujutsu Tech, finally able to break away from the suffocating grip his family had on him—and over the years, he’d been able to keep both parts of his life fairly well-separated. It wasn’t entirely intentional on his part; it had simply happened that way. His family didn’t bother him when it came to his job, and he usually only had to deal with clan-related business when he visited the Estate.

And this division extended to the people in his life as well—his family tended to stay away once he wasn’t around the Estate, and the friends he’d made after leaving for school didn’t usually get involved in clan matters nor frequent the same places his family did.

Which was probably why having Yura there, in the room he grew up in, felt so odd—like two worlds colliding entirely.The only person that had straddled the line between the clan and non-clan parts of his life had been a certain someone that would not be named—the only other person from outside that had ever visited his quarters here.

...But that couldn’t be the reason for this weird feeling in him, could it? At least not entirely. He had brought Yura here once, many years ago, and they’d had tea in his living area—and yeah, sure, it had felt a little strange back then too, but not thisstrange. This was a similar kind of feeling to what he’d felt when he took Yura with him to that clan ceremony a year and a half ago—seeing her there next to him, surrounded by his family and his clan...

It was... odd. Like he had just slotted her in an entirely new place in his life, where she fit... a little too well. Odd, but not a bad kind of odd.

So he decided to just ignore that weird feeling and busy himself by pressing his lips to her neck instead.

“Is this the only reason you brought me here?” Yura asked, amused. He vaguely noticed her placing the photo frame back on the shelf before she tilted her head to the side, giving him better access to her neck.

He’d truly made a wonderful choice picking this dress for her. With her entire neckline bared to him, he was able to trail his lips up and down an unbroken expanse of skin, going up her neck then down to her shoulder and back again. There was only the delicate chain of her necklace in the way, but he hardly minded it considering how she always wore it anyway. “Couldn’t exactly do this in front of everyone...” he replied, letting his teeth gently scrape the side of her neck, and he felt Yura shiver against him. “Even though I kind of wanted to.”

He heard Yura huff out a laugh. “Well, at least you behaved.”

He grinned against her neck—time to finally misbehave, then.

Satoru’s hands had been resting on her waist, and he let them drift further forward. His palms slid over Yura’s stomach on top of her dress, enjoying the way the softness and firmness of her body felt against his hands. As his thumb brushed over the underside of a breast, he was a little disappointed to find that she was, in fact, wearing a bra... but oh well. That would come off soon enough. So he pressed his nose to the side of her throat as he let his hands slide up to squeeze both of her soft mounds, and Yura laughed again.

“Someone’s getting handsy,” she said, letting her head fall back against him. His other hand drifted down again, splaying his fingers open over her stomach to press her body back into his... maybe only proving her point further. His lips pressed a kiss underneath her ear, feeling her sigh against him, and he kissed her there again—if he was getting handsy, then did this mean he was getting lipsy as well?

He grinned some more, but his grin ended up falling when Yura pulled away from him. He straightened himself up as he looked at her in confusion.

“Maybe we shouldn’t get handsy in your... study room,” she said, but she had a smile on her face as she stepped closer to him, her hands resting on his chest as she pressed her front to his.

His grin came back. “Why not?” he asked. His head dipped closer to her, his lips approaching hers.

But Yura pulled away before he could reach her once again, a mischievous look on her face. So she was in a teasing mood huh? Well, at least her hands took a hold of his as she stepped back, pulling him with her, and he let her lead him along.

Yura guided them back into the living area and then tugged him into the bedroom with her, and Satoru’s grin widened. Yura was still holding on to both of his hands, so once they were both sufficiently inside, she simply tugged his body to hers, pressing their fronts together again.

“This feels like a better place to start the after-party,” she said, her head tilting up towards his.

He was still grinning as he nodded. “That’s fair,” he said, and finally lowered his mouth to hers.

A sigh escaped him as they locked their lips together, his hands coming up to cup her face and bring her closer—he’d been wanting to do this all night. Maybe even in front of everyone—his family, the Kamo clan, the Zen’ins, all the elders and higher ups in attendance—he had been wanting to pull her to him and kiss her so everyone would see. He had refrained from doing that, of course, as Yura probably wouldn’t have appreciated it, so he’d had to hold himself back all night instead.

But not now. Now he could let his tongue taste her lips as he wished, enjoying the way her own tongue reached out to brush against his own. He could tilt her head slightly so he could kiss her deeper, feeling her hands tightening on his shirt against his sides as she pressed herself closer. He could just... get lost in her, just like this.

Satoru’s fingers slipped into her hair, enjoying the softness of the strands as he kept her face as close as possible. Yura herself was pressing her body tightly against his, and he could feel her pushing herself up on her toes to get even closer. See? This was why he’d gotten her those heels—Yura was pretty tall herself, but those heels would have helped them get on more even ground.

...Although, to be fair, she wasn’t likely to wear heels in the bedroom. Ah, well.

Yura’s nose bumped against his sunglasses as their mouths moved together, and it prompted her to pull away from him. She herself raised her hands to pluck the glasses off his face with a grin, but instead of tossing them somewhere else, she only folded them back up and slipped them between her breasts, leaving it hanging off the front of her dress.

His eyes, of course, followed along, and his gaze was immediately stuck to her cleavage.

Yura really needed to wear strapless tops more often...

“So,” Yura started, and Satoru had been so entranced by the way her breasts looked in that dress that he hadn’t noticed she was actually stepping away from him. “This is your childhood bedroom.”

Satoru’s eyes finally left her chest, and when they did, the sight suddenly struck him.

The four walls of this room were ones he was intimately familiar with; this was where he’d spent most of his childhood before he was able to break away from all of it and build his own life for himself. To be honest, most of his happy memories had taken place outside of here—even now, after all this time, this place still felt as stifling as it used to be when he was a kid, so he usually avoided it as much as possible.

But having Yura there with him now—why was it making him feel... something?

“What?” she asked, a confused smile on her face at his prolonged silence.

Satoru stared at her for another long moment, taking in the sight of Yura standing right there in his childhood bedroom, before he mentally shook himself out of it. “Nothing,” he replied, stepping closer to her. “Just thinking that you should really let me buy you dresses more often.”

Yura rolled her eyes even if she still had a smile on her face, and before he could get his hands on her again, she turned her back to him. “Well, now you’re gonna have to help get me out of this dress instead,” she said, handing his sunglasses back to him over her shoulder.

Satoru grinned, taking the glasses and slipping them into his pocket. “Happy to oblige.”

The first thing Satoru did was brush her long hair over her shoulder, exposing her back to him. He let his hands linger on her bare skin above the line of her dress, tracing the faint scars there; as much as the sight of her bare legs drove him crazy, he had also developed a fondness for the line of her shoulders, the contours of her collarbone, the movements of her shoulder blades...

Satoru lowered his lips to the crook of her neck again, pressing a soft kiss to her bare skin. He let his hand trace down the dip of her back until he reached the edge of her dress, fingers finding the zipper there and slowly tugging it down. His mind briefly wondered how she had put it on without any help, realizing with an amused laugh that she must have used her own technique to do so. But any other thoughts on the matter were quickly wiped away once he had fully undone the zipper, letting the dress slide down her body to pool at her feet.

Yura was wearing a similarly pale pink matching underwear set, and Satoru had to pull away slightly to admire how the strapless bra and panties hugged her curves just right. He let a hand slide down her back, briefly brushing over her ass as she turned around, facing him; she had an almost knowing smile on her face, but then she once again pulled away from him as she let her smile turn into a sly one.

“You’re overdressed, by the way,” she said as she stepped towards the bed. She sat down on it and then shuffled back towards the middle, and Satoru could only stare once more.

Yura, in her underwear, sitting on his bed at the Gojo Estate—

How many times had he laid on his back on this very same bed, staring up at the sky through the ceiling as he wondered if there was more to life than just lessons, lessons, lessons. If there was anything actually interesting out there for him, away from the Gojo Estate somewhere. Something fun and exciting, something he could look forward to—

Oh, there was definitely something alright, he thought. And it was currently sitting on top of that very same bed, looking up at him curiously.

“You’re really spaced out today,” Yura commented, and he was suddenly brought back to the present. No more getting distracted, he thought to himself.

“Well, you know,” he started, letting his eyes focus on Yura’s bare skin, the fabric of her underwear hiding the most interesting bits from him... for now. “I’ve just never had sex with anyone in here before.”

Yura looked at him with amusement in her eyes, tilting her head at him for a moment. “I mean, you’re not gonna be having any sex if you just stand there like a doofus,” she said. Satoru had to admit that she had a point. “So, strip.”

And to emphasize her point, Yura reached behind her and unclasped her bra, promptly tugging it off to throw it at him.

Ah, fucking hell... what a sight.

The garment smacked him on the face as Satoru kept staring, his eyes completely focused on her bare chest. Then he immediately startled himself into action, quickly pulling off his sweater and undershirt in one go before reaching down to undo his belt. His pants felt tight as he pushed them down his legs, tossing them off to the side as he rushed towards the bed, his eyes set on one singular goal—and he didn’t waste a second as he moved towards Yura, finally landing face-first on one of her wonderfully soft breasts.

Yura gasped as his mouth closed over one of her nipples, sucking on it and letting his tongue swirl around the hardened bud. One of her hands slipped into his hair as she leaned back but still pushed her chest forward, and Satoru hummed in approval—definitely a better angle for him to delight himself there. He could never get enough of the way she felt in his mouth, how it felt when he sucked the bud and some of the softness inside before releasing it and tasting her skin with his tongue. And he couldn’t just focus on one, that just wouldn’t be fair—so he removed his mouth from her before quickly capturing her other breast instead.

This was a much better end to a boring clan event, that’s for sure. This might just be the most fun he’d ever had in the Gojo Estate—ever.

And Satoru could have stayed there on Yura’s chest for hours—if Yura herself hadn’t gotten impatient, grabbing his head and pulling him up to hers. Their mouths met again and Satoru couldn’t complain, and as Yura’s hand found his own chest, sliding over his skin and making him shiver—he could complain even less.

Yura ran her hands over his muscles, squeezing at his skin, briefly pinching his own nipples and making his breath hitch. But Yura wasn’t satisfied with just that, no; as their tongues brushed against each other, her hand moved lower. Satoru’s mind was definitely paying close attention to her scorching touch, but still—as her hand finally squeezed him over his underwear, he almost jumped in surprise, grunting against her mouth at the feeling.

Yura pulled away from him then, and he didn’t have to open his eyes to see the cheeky grin she was sporting. But his mind was otherwise preoccupied, as her mouth had left his but not her hand—she was still massaging him over the fabric of his underwear, and if Satoru hadn’t been painfully hard before, he definitely was now.

“Satoru,” she called, and he eventually opened his eyes to meet hers. Her hand continued her ministrations down below, and his hips were almost rolling into her touch. “You said you had never had sex in here before, didn’t you?”

Satoru only vaguely hummed an agreement, letting the hand that had slipped into her hair slide down her front, absentmindedly squeezing one of her breasts.

Her grin widened. “What about a blowjob?”

Satoru suddenly froze. His eyes opened wider as he stared at her.

Yura, Yura, Yura...

Why was she always so good to him?

Yura’s cheeky grin never wavered as she pushed him back, sadly removing her hand from him, but he still throbbed nonetheless at the thought of what was to come.

What was to come—heh.

Hopefully him. And her. And her again. And them both—

Yura guided him to sit back down at the edge of the bed, rotating his body along with her as she stepped back onto the floor. She shot him a look as she stood in front of him, although Satoru got a little distracted by her bare chest right in front of his eyes. But when she bent down, tugging his underwear down his hips, Satoru eagerly assisted with its removal—almost dazedly watching as she finally knelt down between his legs, her hands on his thighs.

And when she finally grasped his member in her hand, he went a little crazy. Then she took him into her mouth and he almost went full insane.

Truly, he could never get tired of this. Actually, Yura only seemed to be getting better and better at this kind of thing every time she knelt down between his legs—she ran her tongue over him just right, she sucked him in just the right amount, her mouth and hands working in tandem to make him fully lose it.

Satoru threw his head back, one of his hands slipping into her hair but still letting her do whatever she needed to do—she sure didn’t seem to need his help. But then his eyes opened, lowering his head back down to take in the sight between his legs—and he instead ended up catching sight of everything instead, his brain once again struck by just where they were, and who he was with. He had so many memories of this place, of this room, most of them not particularly happy or fun; and now, Yura was there. In the middle of all of it. Her presence warming up this cold room... in more ways than one. (His body sure was getting very hot.)

Yura was bobbing her head up and down on him, and the feeling of him sliding in and out of her hot mouth was definitely getting him close. Too close, but also not close enough—something inside of him wanted to bury himself in her completely, so this wouldn’t do.

Yura shot him a questioning look as he pushed her back, still keeping him in her hands. But he didn’t say anything as he surged forward, wrapping an arm around her torso to tug her to him as he hitched one of her legs over his hip. Her arms came up to hold on to his shoulders as he maneuvered them both around, swiftly depositing her on the bed and positioning himself between her legs.

Satoru had to stop for a moment to admire the sight again, of Yura in this bed, his bed—in this room. It brought a weird, warm feeling to his stomach that Satoru couldn’t quite name, so he decided to push it all aside as he lowered himself on top of her to capture her lips with his own again.

It felt both strange and familiar, being with Yura like this here. Comfortingly familiar was when he let his hand slide down her body, squeezing a soft breast in the process, and found the waistband of her underwear; strange was when he pulled back briefly to tug the undergarment down her legs and caught sight of Yura sprawled out bare in the same bed he’d spent the first half of his life in.

His once home—his clan home. The place he’d thought he would only ever bring his eventual wife to, for... well, this.

Yura’s hands started groping his chest in the best way possible as he lowered himself back down to her, locking their lips together again. Their mouths were sloppy against each other, hands all over the other’s body, and Satoru couldn’t take it anymore—he wanted to be back in her, now. Not her mouth, this time; instead, his hand slid down to grab at his own member, Yura letting out a small gasp as he immediately pressed his length against her, slipping between her folds. He rubbed himself up and down there, coating himself in her wetness, letting the head of him slip down to briefly press against her entrance before sliding back up, rubbing himself against her clit before sliding down again. It was only a tease, really; even as Satoru was feeling a little impatient, his body craving more of her heat, he wanted to make sure it would be a... smooth ride inside, one might say.

But it seemed that Yura herself was also growing restless; every time that he slid down on her folds, pressing against her entrance, her hips would roll up against him as she almost urged him in. And who was he to continue denying her?

So the next time he slid down and found her entrance, he finally notched himself inside and pushed into her.

His forehead dropped to the bed next to her head, the feeling of being continuously squeezed by her walls incomparable to anything else. She felt so hot and so tight as he slowly sheathed himself inside, feeling her fingers pressing down on his back and urging him in further. Which was what he did—he kept pressing in, feeling her walls stretching open to accommodate him. His free hand eventually slid down to grasp at her hip and angle it up, allowing him to finally slot himself all the way inside; and as his hips met hers, feeling himself fully encased in her, he let out a shuddering breath against her ear.

There truly was no other feeling like this in the world. It was like sliding home; not just the way her tight heat wrapped around his member, but the way she was wrapped all over him—her legs bracketing his hips, her chest brushing against his with every breath she took, her hand digging into his back as her other hand slid down to grasp at his buttocks—it was almost like all of her was trying to urge him in even deeper.

So he obliged. He shifted his hips even closer, feeling himself push in just a tad bit deeper.

He really could stay here like this forever, couldn’t he?

Satoru breathed in and out against the side of her head, just basking in the feeling.

...Okay, so he could stay here forever, but maybe not stay still—his body started craving more, so he eventually started to move his hips slowly. He pulled himself out, then slid back all the way in, his nose pressed against the side of her head, nuzzling in as he breathed in her scent. Satoru was enjoying himself a little too much feeling the ridges of her walls drag over his length almost painfully slowly, but somehow just right.

He wasn’t going to continue with this pace all night, of course. There was more fun to be had.

His hips started moving faster, thrusting down into her. Her touch began drifting all over his body as he moved himself in and out of her with increasing speed, and her hands managed to leave both shivers and a scorching trail in their wake. It only drove him further, his hips thrusting into her faster, the continued squeeze and release of her walls around him making his muscles tense as he craved more. More heat, more speed, more space to move—the hand that had been grasping her hip moved up to her leg instead, urging her thighs to spread wider for him, and she wordlessly obliged. Something in his stomach coiled in pleasure as she gave him full unrestricted access to her heat, and he took full advantage of that to thrust into her unimpeded.

Satoru’s mind had long disconnected from the situation, letting his body’s natural impulses drive him along. As his hips kept moving, his nose and lips continued trying to press themselves closer to her, nuzzling the side of her head, his lips finding a combination of skin and hair and more skin as his face brushed against her. As Yura’s thighs fell open completely and he no longer had the need to hold them that way, he was able to free up his hand to happily start exploring her body with his touch... immediately finding her breast again and squeezing her softness in his hand once more.

There was nothing else at that moment but him and her, together. And Satoru would have liked it to stay that way—so when he sensed a familiar energy approaching, his Six Eyes glancing through the walls to the outside on instinct alone, he suddenly snapped his hips into her with an annoyed grunt and stayed there.

Yura, in turn, let out a gasp at the sudden roughness, her walls squeezing him briefly and making him realize just what he’d done. Oops would have been his thought if it hadn’t actually felt good.

“What?” Yura breathed out, half confused and half dazed at the feeling. “What... is it?”

Satoru’s eyes briefly glanced at the figure of his father standing outside of his quarters before sliding his gaze away (this was not what he wanted to be looking at in the middle of sex). But when he raised himself up slightly on his elbow to meet Yura’s eyes—the sight of her flushed face as he stayed buried inside of her had him pause for a moment.

“Just...” he eventually said. “An annoying visitor. He’ll go away soon enough.” Satoru had long made sure that his family were not to go inside his quarters without permission, so his father would eventually just leave once he got no answer.

Yura glanced up in the direction of the bedroom door before looking up at him. “...You don’t think they can hear us, can they?”

“Probably not,” Satoru answered, and immediately snapped his hips into hers again, making her bite back a gasp. He grinned.

Yura shot him a mock-annoyed look, but when he thrust into her again, she definitely looked like she was enjoying it.

He wasn’t worried about anyone overhearing them—his quarters were at the far end of this building, and there was still the whole living area between the bedroom and the outside... even if the walls weren’t really all that thick.

“Besides,” Satoru said, his voice coming out a little breathless as his hips continued the harsher thrusting into her. “I told you... my family would probably throw a party... if they knew what we’ve been doing.”

Yura’s face was scrunching up in pleasure as she tried keeping her eyes open to look up at him. “I don’t think... I don’t think it’s the sex part... they’re interested in.”

“No...” Satoru agreed. His mouth was slightly parted as he stared down at her flushed face, and he was pretty sure his was the same way. “They just want the resulting bit.” And he thrust himself into her again.

Yura’s eyes met his, a strange look passing between the two of them. “...That does have to come... from somewhere,” she said, her voice amused.

And when he thought of where that somewhere might be, it made his hips immediately snap into her without his permission, his head suddenly spinning.

Following this new pace, Satoru’s hips continued moving in rough, deep thrusts, while he still kept himself raised slightly above her in one arm. This meant that his eyes never left hers, despite their occasional fluttering, that same strange look still lingering in the air.

“So...” Yura let out, her eyes fluttering more and more as he increased his pace. “Is that what they would think... that we’re doing?”

“Yep,” he replied, his eyes never wavering from her face as his mouth worked on its own, seemingly disconnected from his brain... “That this is me putting a baby in you.”

When the words finally registered in his own ears, his hips suddenly snapped into her harder. Well, shit.

And it took him a second to register the fact that Yura’s own hand had drifted down her body, reaching the nub there and rubbing. Her eyes had fluttered closed, but she managed to force them open as she stared up at him. “...Well, you can try,” she breathed out, her voice a mix of amusement, defiance, and a simple statement of a fact.

It drove Satoru insane, and his hips only matched the state of his brain.

Yeah, he could try.

Satoru’s gaze locked on the golden flecks of her eyes as he pushed himself into her, the only thing going through his head was her name on repeat like a mantra going Yura, Yura, Yura—

He only vaguely noticed her hand increasing speed between her legs, as her face started to shift and scrunch up more often. He matched her pace with his hips, driving himself into her again and again and again—

Until when Yura suddenly cried out, throwing her head back and arching into him. The sight, the sound, the feeling—it was all too much, immediately pushing him over the edge, and he drove himself in as far as he could go with a cry of his own. His hips were pressed flush against hers as his climax hit him, and he finally released himself fully inside of her.

As waves of pleasure crashed over him, Satoru buried his head against the side of her neck again as he curled himself into her. He could feel himself spilling deep inside of her, her walls spasming around him and milking him for all that he’s worth. The head of his length was definitely pressed against something inside as he tried to push himself in even further, and if he knew enough biology, considering what they had just been saying—

Well, the thought of his release slipping into her womb was already getting him ready for round two.

(...If it weren’t for birth control, his family would have definitely already gotten that heir they want so much.)

But for the moment, Satoru allowed his muscles to relax.

The way their chests moved against one another as they both caught their breaths was almost hypnotic as he came down from his high. His senses were overwhelmed with Yura—all Yura.

...He wasn’t complaining. He only pressed a kiss against her jawline when he had finally recovered enough.

“That’s... one hell of an after-party,” she eventually breathed out, and Satoru had to huff out a laugh as he raised himself on one arm again.

“Much better than the party itself,” he added, peering down at her. Her cheeks were still flushed, her hair wild around her head, and he raised his free hand to brush some stray strands away from her face.

“I mean...” Yura looked up at him, her lips tugging up into a cheeky grin. “That’s not saying much...”

Satoru’s mouth widened into a grin of his own. “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure the after-party lasts as long as the actual party did,” he said, and to punctuate his words, he rolled his hips against hers, feeling him move inside of her still.

Yura huffed, amused. “Of course,” she said. Her legs came up to wrap themselves around his waist, locking him in.

This was, one hundred percent, the most fun he’d ever had inside his family home.

End notes: So, what we've gathered from this oneshot and the previous one (Movie Night) is that yes, both Satoru and Yura have developed breeding kinks. Yes, that is his family's fault for bringing up heirs so much. No, they're still in denial over their own feelings even though it was staring at them right in the face.

Anyway, I really like exploring Satoru's character, and I really like writing smut lmao. Best of both worlds! Throw in a lot of Satoru completely glossing over his own feelings and we've got a wining combo here!

I did have to rush to get this out before I could post the next chapter of the main fic, because the vibes...... might shift a bit in the near future in the main story. So the main fic will still take me a little more time, but have this as a treat until then!

#gojo satoru #jjk fic #gojo x oc #gojo smut #satoru gojo #satoyura #my fics

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— stars— Ao'nung x sully!fem!reader

"she looks at you like you strung the stars, and everytime she looks at them now, she can only think of you. she loves you."

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this is a Ao'nung x fem!sully!reader. (he's been stuck in my head bro) kinda angsty Set after they've arrived at the Metkayina clan. Enemiesish(?) to lovers. please enjoy! let me know if you have any requests! deadass got bit by mosquitoes while writing this cuz i sat by the beach at like 7 pm in a tropical country to get inspiration lmao. what i was listening to while writing this ; without you, i'm nothing

but i also made a playlist for this story on spotify; irrefutable love

2.7k words, no warnings.

Y/n being captain of the ship known as Lo'ak and Tsireya.

lowdown-

When Y/N, and the sullys first reach the reef, a boy catches her eye, and she does her best to catch his attention. She doesn't believe he likes her back, and she thinks it's ridiculous that she's so whipped for this boy. He seems to have no interest in her.

since this is part one theres no angst yet

pt 2 here pt 3 pt 4

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Y/N. that is what those close to you know you as. The ones that you were not close to knew you as the seventh toruk makto. The youngest ever to get chosen by the leonopteryx, the child like kiri, so in tune with nature, but with the dangerous side, as well as the soft side. You only knew one thing in life. The forest was part of you and you were part of it.

You were disappointed that you had to leave the forest. You were in love with it, the forest was part of you and you were part of it. you were so so upset about leaving it, but where your family goes, so does you. Sullys stick together. You and kiri were both quite similar in the idea that you were quite in tune with Eywa. However, you both were slightly different. She choose to be quiet and she was more calm, and would walk away from anyone picking a fight.

You were the opposite, always jumping in head first and thinking about your consequences after. You were more likely to get into a fight than Kiri since she was a lot more calm and collected. At a young age you seemed to be in more touch with the animal life of Pandora while Kiri was enamoured by everything. But you didn't relly mind and quite often disappeared into the foliage of the forests with her. Your father did not seem to worry about you that often but you definitely knew he loved you, from the times when he'd asked you What'd you'd seen and done in a day after you dragged Kiri away from the trees back to your clan.

One particular day when you were about 6 or 7, you had Kiri has gotten separated from Neteyam, spider and lo'ak on one of your trips, and not too soon after you had lost Kiri too. You didn't worry, because you knew you'd find your way back to the rest no matter what in the end. You were very very curious then, and quite often gave your parents heart attacks. At the time, there were rumours of a thanator being pregnant, as it did not happen that often, and when pregnant, they would do their best to remain hidden. The thanator, had been roaming around the outskirts of the forest, near the clan.

The people were scared of the thanator, even if your mother was one of the only people to ever have 'trained' one, the people were obviously still wary. It seems even though your siblings were aware of this, they still deemed it a good idea to go and travel into the forest themselves. Well, anyway you guys got separated, and you didn't think too much of it. You were sitting on the forest floor, petting and stroking a baby viper-wolf, who were playing with some other cubs.

Suddenly, they stopped yapping at each other and froze, giving a small, quick hiss before getting up and running away. You looked in the direction that they were running away from and saw her. The thanator was so beautiful. Some part of your body was telling you to run, but the stronger, bigger part of you was telling you she wouldn't hurt you and you had nothing to worry about. So, you stood up, cautiously walked up to her and gave your hand for her to smell you like a dog would, and she licks your palm. You just chill with her for awhile before asking her to help guide you back, but she actually does, which leads you to believe she can understand you.

And from that day onwards you would constantly sneak off into the woods to find the pregnant thanator which you named ta'éki. This carried on for several years till you were roughly about 12, at this point your entire family knew but they knew she wouldn't hurt you. ( i believe with my heart that when Thanators are pregnant they will remain pregnant for years until they believe someone other than them can take care of their baby, and that they also take a very long time to grow up, roughly 25 years to get up to the size of the one neytiri rode) You had bonded really well with ta'éki.

one day, you ran to meet her at the pool and noticed how her pregnancy stomach was gone, and she was with a tiny baby Thanator. at this point you understood her so well and you basically were able to speak to animals in the first place, and she asked you to bond with the baby. When you connected tsaheylu you instantly knew this would be a moment you would remember forever. You decided that moment her name would be ta'heyla. You did basically everything together from then on.

Once it was time for you to bond with a mountain banshee for you to become accepted as an adult, you had gone up with kiri and neteyam. For some reason, you didn't feel like you would meet your banshee there, So you told your father that and he allowed you to explore while your sister and brother claimed their banshees. In the distance, you could hear the whoops of excitement from neteyam ( you assume) successfully bonding with his banshee.

You don't mind it too much, and were climbing up some vines on the hallelujah mountains to explore some more by yourself. you hear some soft clicking noises, and something compels you to follow it and you come across a giant leonopteryx.

You instantly stumble over your own feet, and fall onto your butt. but, due to the fact she did not pounce, you knew it might have been okay to approach her. so, you did. without really considering if anything could go wrong. But you just casually asked her to be your friend, and voila! you were the 7th Toruk Makto. Avarin was a strangely coloured leonopteryx, but there was no doubt that she wasn't one. Her colours were various shades of blue and black.

Obviously people were slightly confused how a great leonopteryx ( you named her Avarin, because it just seemed appropriate) had chosen a 12 year old girl, a child. But you just didn't really care and just kind of did your own thing.

You ended up being known very well throughout your clan for your affiliation with especially dangerous animals, and you suppose that spread throughout the rest of pandora as well. Your brothers were jealous, especially lo'ak as he wanted one too. Avarin was quite wary among anyone other than you and your family, so she preferred to stay quite away from your camp, but always seemed to know when you needed her.Several years later, the sky people came back.

They hunted and hunted in the forest, searching for your father and your family, wishing to extract their revenge, which was why your father was adamant that you were not to visit the forest again, after neteyam, lo'ak, kiri and Tuk were intercepted while you were off flying with Avarin, having left the mic at home since it distracted you and made you uncomfortable.

You kind of blamed yourself for that, since you could have helped, but they managed to be okay, even though spider was taken away. since then, you had to obey, these people were really dangerous. But you could not leave your family behind, those ones in the forest, the ones you grew up with.

So, the day before you left, you ran into the forest while your parents were busy arguing to find ta'éki and ta'heyla. But ta'éki was nowhere in sight in your usual meeting spot, but Ta'heyla, the baby thanator was. And then you knew that the sky people were the reason for the disappearance of ta'éki. So, you did the only thing you could think of, you told ta'heyla everything would be fine and that you would take care of her. So, as you packed your things, you had ta'heyla curled by your foot.

You had worked for several hours trying to convince your father to allow you to bring her, and you genuinely hoped that the metkayina clan would not worry too much about her, as you knew she would not hurt anyone as long as you were present. At this age, she was the size of a medium grown tiger from earth, but you knew you would be able to bring her with you as you knew Avarin, your leonopteryx would be able to carry her.

The flight was getting exhausting for you. Avarin was a smooth flyer but several hours of sitting on a saddle no matter how smooth the flight is would get tiring real quick. Ta'heyla was on the back with you having been strapped down with some ropes you had to fashion as quickly as you could.

Soon, the waters became clearer, and you were able to see the beautiful clean water, with all these different beautiful fish and various animals swimming about. You really really wanted to take a break and touch the clear water, since you've never swam in the ocean before, the urge was really really strong, and you knew you would get along with all the creatures really well.

you shot a look to kiri, conveying what you thought of the sights with just a look. She was flying beside you, but you noticed her banshee looked slightly uncomfortable with the Avarin so close, even though hers knew it was okay.

Finally, You had reached the Metkayina clan. houses on top of the water, connected to mangroves, so many of them, with children splashing in the water and yells of happiness and joy. As the shadow of Avarin passed over them, everything quieted down, there were some screams, but the company of mountain banshees next to your leonopteryx made them not panic, because that was something that did not happen often.

You landed at the centre, and your family around you. You stepped off and helped your baby Ta'heyla down, opting to stand next to kiri, since she and you were the closest in the family.

Avarin, uncomfortable with the crowd around you pointing their spears, took off, giving a slight hiss. The people stumbled back, most likely unused to a leonopteryx of that size.

"coward!" you yelled after her, with her only giving you a light squawk. Kiri laughed at you and with that you turned around, to face the Metkayina clan, those who were in control of your future now. For some reason, your heart starts thumping, with your tail flicking back and forth, and you look around, wondering what is causing that. You spot two teenage boys making their way towards you.

From behind, they scrutinise yours and kiri's tails, laughing at it. " look at that! is that supposed to be a tail?" One of them, the taller one grabs your tail, you flush, and pull it out of his grasp, flicking your tail against his back and he lets out a squeak. Kiri covers her mouth with her hand to hide her laugh.

In the end, 'cause after ronal picks on kiri, you stepped in front of her and stopped paying attention, preferring to keep an eye out for everyone else. So, when the boy who pulled you tail is introduced as the son of Tonowari and Ronal, you flick him an interested look, finally taking in his looks. you have to admit, he's quite attractive and maybe he'll be nicer from now on. Tonowari raises the question of your thanator, and you're quick to reply. "she won't harm anyone, she's never harmed anyone in her entire life. It will be okay. I will be responsible" Your sister is quick to back you up, following your brothers and tuk. "very well, i will hold you to that." Tonowari says. You bow, glad that you are able to keep her with you.

Fast forward to your first lesson. Breathing. Tsireya saw to it that Ao'nung helped you, since he had been your tormentor. It was very very quick, but you seemed very intrigued by him. He was quick, strong, intelligent. everything you wanted in a mate. But he viewed you as untrue na'vi, and you wanted to change that. So, you did your best to prove yourself to him. For some reason, you knew that you were going to end up together, even if he was quick to ridicule you and your siblings. It seems that everyone else was quick to catch on, too.

with his hand on your abdomen, just resting under the line of your top, his hand seemed to sear into you, so warm and inviting, a contrast to his cold behaviour. The water was cold, which caused you to shiver. breathe in from your stomach, and hold it as long as possible, The way of water has no beginning and no end. Our hearts beat in the womb of the world. The sea is your home, before your birth and after your death." You turn to him, eyebrows quirked, you watch as they dive in. You follow, and so does lo'ak neteyam, kiri and tuk.

You open your eyes underwater, having a clear membrane cover your eyes, much like the metkayina, which allowed you to see clearly underwater. and oh eywa. What a sight. The clear water was so mesmerising. The fishes swimming by without being afraid, the beautiful corals, and more, Ao'nung; he looked so beautiful underwater, so in tune with the environment and the current underwater moving his hair back and forth. You didn't want to stare too long, so you changed your sight and looked towards Tsireya. She makes some hand movements, and you guess that she's asking for you to swim with them.

Your siblings, lungs bursting head back up for air, and you watch Ao'nung turn to Tsireya and ask what's wrong with them. You feel very protective, and swim back up to check on them. Once you are back above water, you look through the water and see Rotxo, who has been quiet the entire time, make hand movements to Ao'nung saying "those guys are bad divers." Tsireya interjects with "stop. they're learning" and they too, swim back up.

"are you alright?" Tsireya asks.

Tuk whines; " you're too fast, wait for us"

Ao'nung comes to the surface and jeers. "You are not good divers. Maybe good at swinging through trees, but…"

but thankfully, Tsireya hits him on the head, you're thankful because you really don't like it when he talks bad about you, and you think you really should not be interested in him.

Neteyam speaks up for the first time, "Come on bro. We don't speak this finger talk, you guys. We don't know what you're saying."

Tsireya says, " I will teach you." and you send Neteyam a smirk, laughing at Lo'ak's expression, like she said he wouldn't teach her.

Tsireya turns to Ao'nung " you will help Y/N, she is faster than them and understands quicker, once you are done, you may help me with tuk." You hear Ao'nung let out a groan, and you can't help but feel a little bit squashed.

So, you head back to the Marui, and sit on the side, he turns to you and says. "look, you are seem to understand better than your brothers that are slow, but you do not know all the hand signs, so-" He is interrupted by Ta'heyla running up to you and jumping on you. She's quite big, but you don't seem to mind it too much.

"what is that-" Ao'nung asks, cautiously putting his hand out, for what? you're not sure.

"seems like we can both teach each other some things, so let's be civil, yeah?" You turn to him, noticing his caution, you give him a shrug, and he tries to ignore it, but he definitely saw it.

"shut it forest girl" he smiles, and goes back to the lesson, and oh eywa, does your heart thump at that smile. Like Tsireya, he has dimples and oh eywa, what a pretty thing.

You ask him to discard the lesson, wishing to know more about his culture, and you can't help but watch enamoured as he describes the traditions of the Metkayina clan, not at the lesson, but at him, the way he talks and moves his hands around, it seems you're already whipped.

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a/n : hi guys! i hoped you enjoyed this fic, this is gonna be a several (? not sure how many) part story, and this is just the beginning, theres gonna be more angst and then a little fluff soon, just tell me if you like it!

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0oolookitsme · 1 year

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A Messy Day

Type- One-Shot

Verse- Singer!Harry xCeo!Y/n

Word Count- 2.5k

Warnings- I literally never write angst and I guess it might be showing in this fic lmao.

A/N- I just hope you don't absolutely hate this, I just don't have any idea what couples would fight about, what would be a big or small deal for them! I already beg your pardon hahah <3

She doesn't know what she did that made him feel like that. She just cares for him and is in love with him- is that where she went wrong? Because if yes, then this might be the only mistake which will have wounded her so badly that she won't even speak to another human ever again.

She was just helping him calm down before the show, telling him all the positive things that could happen while he was on the stage as he was brushing his teeth. She was just coming onto the point of making memories when he just spat out the toothpaste, rinsed his mouth and went away humming back at her in a dismissive response.

She was left dumbfounded sitting on the bathroom counter, but she brushed it off thinking maybe he was just feeling better now. It hit her in the heart when she saw him rambling to Mitch instead and as much as she tried to cover up her disappointment by thinking that he maybe wanted some relatability, she couldn't help but leave the space immediately to just forget this ever happened.

And she had. Sitting on a wooden chair, she chatted away with the cooking crew to selfishly keep her mind away from the way Harry had stirred-up shit in the over-thinking part of her brain. But she was also curious to know about how it felt to cook at somewhere which isn't the most usual space for cooking and chef-ing around.

She had even befriended the female chef; Charlotte was her name. Charlotte had told her about her nickname often being 'chocolate' to sweeten y/n's mood. Maybe she had just sensed that something was off ...women things? Y/n has no idea.

"Is my soup ready?" Harry's head peeked inside the kitchen area and every head turned towards him except for y/n's as she truly cannot afford tearing up in front of so many people.

One of them chimed in to tell him that it isn't yet but should be in around five more minutes. "Can you bring it to my room, love?" He asked and there's no doubt he's talking to his girlfriend.

"Sure," she mumbles quietly, her back still turned to him. Hearing him pad away without much care about her strange behaviour towards him, she looked up again while inhaling deeply, trying to keep her emotions in control when all she wanted to do was lock herself up in a bathroom and cry.

Only Harry had this much control over her feelings, only him. No one could make her want to just cry this much but Harry, she realized today. No one could pull as many emotions out of her as he could- she knew that since before though. But all she can think of right now is them separating- him leaving her all alone to be specific, and regrets of opening up to him and letting her walls down for him start to fill in.

"You wanna try this and tell me how it tastes? I'm sure you have a pretty good taste," Charlotte pats her shoulders, causing her to blink out of the void.

"Of course," she perks up at the sound of food, getting off the chair. Somewhere inside, she's a lot grateful for Char, so she brushes her hand on her back, trying to let her know without having to say it out loud.

Turning to face y/n, Char hands her a small tea plate while mumbling 'here'. The loose liquid is moving around with ease in the circular utensil, so y/n can tell that it's the soup and not the curry to a dinner they'll be packing for the crew.

She carefully slurps on it and the hot feeling of it against the back of her throat makes her rolls her eyes at the back of head. It brings her comfort. "Fuck, this shit is so very good," she opens her eyes to look at a grinning Charlotte. "You were on the Vogue Magazine labeled as the best chef for a reason, eh?" She compliments the blushing chef.

Just as Char mutters a small 'thank you' Y/n realizes that she might be giving out wrong indications, especially with how close she's standing to her. "Sorry," she clears her throat while backing away a few steps while waiting for Char to pour the soup in a bowl so that she can take it to- oh hell no.

She'll do anything to avoid him right now but seeing everyone busy in something, she has to somehow work up the courage to face him.

Charlotte hums for y/n to take ahold of the bowl and she takes it graciously to feel the heat of the utensil in her palms for a mere while. With the spoon already dipped inside, she moves towards the exit with caution as to not move with too much movement or some soup might end up on floor- and she really doesn't want to increase someone's work in this already hectic schedule.

Taking a turn towards the room of the one and only, she knocks lightly before opening the door and placing her first step inside through the small gap between the door and its frame. Instantly the door is hardly pushed back to close it and she feels the muscles of her foot squish so hard that a hissed-yell escapes her mouth.

Just as she curses though, the person inside opens the door with a frown on their face. "Couldn't you have waited for me to open the door or at least told me that it's you? I'm literally in my briefs!" He whisper yells at her and a sheen layer of salty water spreads across her sight, making everything look blurry.

Usually, they both would've laughed at their silliness but not right now- not when some shit has already been churned up. They can't even make themselves fake smile at each other.

"Fuckin' shit Harry, no! You tell me to bring you your damn soup and expect a ghost to bring it to you?" She lightly yells at him, letting him take ahold of the bowl now. Just as he turns around to place his bowl on the vanity with a strange face, she runs away. She runs to save herself the dignity she's got and slams the bathroom door once she's in there.

Maybe they could've talked through their fight as he'd slurp on his soup and y/n would chew on some cashews, but there's no way she's going back so instantly now.

He's only been making her feel ashamed of herself since the fucking morning today and she can't bring herself to be vulnerable in front of him anymore for the day- hopefully. Why is she getting so fucking sensitive ever since he has entered her life, she has no idea and it's driving her insane. Maybe it's just her periods approaching but she can't help but accept that it's her Harry, her boyfriend, love of her life and fucking best friend who's made her feel like shit all day.

She looks up, facing the ceiling so that her tears don't slip out.

It all started this morning when she was just feeling generous with affections and maybe he was feeling like an adult, not liking her 'child-like' behaviour. Yep, he had asked her "You're acting so childish today, everything Okay?" when all she wanted to do was make a fountain on the top of his head.

She had laughed it off in the moment, but she just gets it now.

Breathing in and out while her tears get soaked back in, she thinks about every fun memory she can and passes herself a sweet smile in the mirror, waiting till her nose returns back to its normal and she suddenly starts looking pretty.

She opens the door and moves towards his room again, the pain in her foot having been thought away as she knocks and waits for him to open the door.

When Harry does open the door wide enough for her to enter, she slides in quickly, skidding on her socks quickly towards the sofa and picks up her backpack.

"Where are you going?" He asks her in a not-so-sweet-tone when he notices her slipping out of the room quietly and exhales in annoyance when she doesn't reply. All he wants is a quiet-cuddle session with his girlfriend, but she just can't stop talking and acting like a child. He's been waiting all day for her to realize that he's feeling down and needy and wants her warmth. Key word: realize; for her to realize without him having told her anything, not even a damn hint.

He's an adult, he should just spit it out and set things straight in front of her, tell her what he wants but no- he feels like a child who just wants to feel understood, so when she tries to provide him some good company by simply providing him with her love, he decides that she's the one acting childish.

He has no idea why he wants to feel understood; he clearly is by the people who he loves. And that's when he realizes, he is just playing around by not telling what he wants and is getting grumpier when the person he wants doesn't read his mind.

He guesses he's the one on the bad side right now, but that doesn't make him go and run for y/n because he's in his egotistic maniac mindset right now.

So, because his girlfriend ignoring him stroke his ego really bad, he sits down on the couch and finishes the rest of the soup which seems to have gotten absolutely cold by now. But that doesn't mean it isn't affecting the weird sensation on his tongue, which had gotten burnt during the early slurps of the soup.

He starts mumbling incoherent things randomly, shit-talking about everyone else to make himself better.

When y/n's head bobs in through the door again, he's ready to not react to her dismissing him but when she silently picks up her laptop's charger and moves to exit the room again, he bursts.

"Can you not give me the silent-treatment? Maybe just act like the grownup you are and tell me what's wrong?" He picks on her, setting out the words clearly pointing towards him to refer to her. And boy does he shrink on the inside when she scoffs.

But his words continuously fall deaf on Y/n's ears, as they are flooded by the sound of her own heartbeat racing and blood pumping through her arteries while she vigorously scratches that part of her brain internally which is playing the words that spilled from his mouth accidently on repeat; to get them erased from where they seem to have also imprinted themselves.

"Just shut up, y/n!" He had shouted at her when she was in the midst of telling him about a joke on their way here- and it honestly didn't affect her as much as the words he muttered under his breath while turning away from her to face the window instead did. "Don't even know why I brought y' with me. All you've been doing is treat me like a damn child and act childish yourself."

Trust her, she was trying to keep her mind off these moments but this one just won't leave her alone.

"Harry, do you realize who the fuck is being a child right now? It's you! Cause if you really were acting like an adult, you wouldn't need me to tell you what the fuck's wrong."

But it's all a game of better comebacks now, and y/n is not going to back down.

"All you have done today is make my day shit when all I did was try to make yours better. You made me feel fucking ashamed of myself, H." She gritted out the last part, tears brimming up to her waterline again as she tries to blink them away but fails. And she can see the alarm on his face, in his eyes but she cannot give two fucks right now. Perhaps, he realized that he was being a bitch?

"Love- I... I'm so sorry." He gets up, hurrying towards y/n to enclose his arms around her and when she doesn't push him away but continues to tell him about everything he told her that hurt her, he feels a knife twisting in through his stomach. He's just disgusted by himself that he made her cry. The woman he swore to keep happy- he made her cry.

When he hugs her, y/n can't help but feel like this fight is slipping out of her fist and being pushed under the carpet because she just started crying. But maybe this actually isn't as much of a big deal she's making it out to be.

"I know I disrespected you, and I'm sorry. It's my fault. I'm the one who didn't communicate properly and expected you to read my mind," he shushes her, rubbing her back as she wipes her tears away.

At least he set the things out for her to learn what's wrong after seeing her cry, so that's a win. But she shouldn't have to cry to get him to fucking set things out.

She chuckles dryly at this. "You seriously made me think that you were gonna leave me simply because you didn't feel comfortable enough to communicate with me... Also, is that supposed to make me feel better? Because it is clearly not." She says, pressing her forearms on his chest to push him away.

"Lovie- don't be so hard on me, I'm sorry! I didn't realize what I was doing and-and why would you think I'm gonna leave you? Baby that's never happening, you're seriously stuck with me now 'cause my clingy ass ain't gonna leave you, nah." He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

Her eyes light up slightly at the affirmation but her face is still looking like a carved stone right now. A smile tugs at the corner of her lips but she settles it down by rolling her lips in. "I'm not going to forgive you so easily, H. I won't make a big deal out of this. You were feeling needy and felt that it'd be childish of you to just ask for what you wanted," she stopped to catch her breath. "I may have over-thought it all a little, but it still doesn't dismiss the feeling of me hurt. So, let's get it straight," she stops again to create some suspense as she makes a mischievous eye contact with him.

"First: I'm not scratching your scalp for a week. Second: No kisses till the next show is over. Third, dare you ask me to tell you jokes and lastly, I am not humming songs to you till you sleep because I'm a kid and well, it's adults who sing kids to sleep."

"You did not just make that third rule and say that!"

She giggles as she parts to move out of the room. "Could say the same for every time you opened your mouth in front of me today, Styles."

Going over all the rules in his head, Harry just knows that he indeed truly messed up today.

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blue-jisungs · 1 year

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a/n. if you follow me for a while you might have noticed i enjoy reading. to be honest i do adore japanese literature – whether it’s psychological, romance or “just a novel”. i feel like their way of writing is so… fresh? so tender? i can’t put it in words but the style is just so relaxing to read (maybe it’s because of the grammar? whilst translating it might lose its originality as well but i do believe it’s partly because of that). but speaking of chineese literature i just bought one book (yup that also inspired me to write this) so i'm wondering if it will feel different than japanese or korean (i hope you get what i mean?? like i cant explain it properly lmao)

(sorry for rambling i could go for hours when it comes to books ㅠㅠ )

“hi baby!” jun’s voice welcomed you the second you opened the door.

“hi junnie!” you greeted him back, taking off your shoes quickly.

“are you hungry?” he asks and just now you notice the rummage of cutlery and amazing smell of chinese food. your mouth watered and before you could answer, your stomach did. jun’s laugh erupted from the kitchen and you rushed to him.

“yes, a bit! how was your day?” you ask and hug him from behind, hands wrapping around his waist. you place a quick kiss on his cheek and he melts into your touch.

“pretty boring without you” jun sighed dramatically “but as you see i prepared some food, cleaned up our place and read a book. and went on a walk”

“oh!” there’s a gasp that escapes your lips and to jun’s disappointment, your hands leave his waist because you go back to the hall “speaking about books…”

your boyfriend puts the food on the plates and then places them on the table. he watches you with the corner of his eye, as you rummage through your bag, and fixes the flowers he bought today.

you hum happily, walking up to the table. jun already sat down so you slide the book next to him. he doesn’t even read the title – his soft, loving gaze is focused on you. and you are too busy babbling to notice that.

“i bought this one kind of spontaneously. the title caught my attention and then the description said it’s poetry. but then i noticed it’s by a chinese author! then i did some research and found out there's another version of the book... like, there's english translation and next to it there's the original written in chinese! and... i thought about you, of course” you explain and jun’s smile grows wider with every word you say.

you sit down and tilt your head, finally meeting his gaze.

“did you hear about this book? the description also said it had a huge influence in poetry so i was curious if that’s true or if they just wrote it to make people buy it” you ask and notice a small bouquet of your favourite flowers in a vase. you grin at the sight and before you can say something about them, jun grabs the book in his one hand and reads the back.

“i did hear about it. i didn’t read it, unfortunately” he hums and reads the description. your book taste never fails to amaze him – one day you’re reading teeth rotting fluff, the other bloody murder mysteries… and the other chinese poetry.

“you did? oh wow so they didn’t lie!” you coo, intrigued. you don’t know why this surprised you – maybe because the nowadays big books that everyone hears about are just… the titles you hear for the first time.

“but i see you bought the chinese-english one?” jun asks and looks at the cover. you blush and scratch your head.

"well i was intrigued and i thought that maybe this way we could read this together? yeah, but i had to go to the bookstore that was literally across the town..." you mumbled

jun hands the book to you and you nod, putting it back in a safe place. his eyes linger on you, mind trying to gather words. your thought process whilst buying this book amazed him, heart beating a little too fast. and the effort you put in just to get the bilingual version...? his mind and heart were racing fueled by the love he has for you.

“you bought flowers” you murmur, blood rushing to your cheeks and that's what brings him back to reality.

“mhm. i saw them on a walk and they reminded me of you” jun grabs your hand and sends you the sweetest smile possible. "and yes, i'd love to read it with you"

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ladybugkisses · 3 months

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I already know this question has been asked many times. Would you mind another one? I'm curious about Ari's perspective about her pregnancy and what she thinks of it overall. It's okay if you don't want to answer, I understand.

But I wonder, how was the experience with each of the children (Toby, Luci and Sophie i think that's their names right?) while Ari was pregnant? Cravings? Mood swings? Sleep changes? What else? And how did Rocky take to these changes?

Who was the hardest to carry out of the three kids?

I need to know.

this is probably going to be a disappointing answer because honestly, most of these are things i haven't really thought about lmao

i hope what i do have to share will suffice:

>I'm curious about Ari's perspective about her pregnancy and what she thinks of it overall

kinda scared, i wouldn't say she turns into a downright nervous cheetah about it but not only is it something she never thought she'd do, there's a lot that can go wrong from overall changes to her body to miscarriage to dying in childbirth

also there's a person growing inside her, that's weird

bUT WEIRD AND SCARY THOUGHTS ASIDE, she tried really hard to not get super attached at the start in case anything did go wrong and failed miserably, she can't wait to meet that person (Toby (and the next (Lucy), and the next+last one (Sophie)))

>how was the experience with each of the children/Who was the hardest to carry out of the three kids?

Toby and Sophie were chill pregnancies, Lucy not so much. nothing life-threatening but Ari dubbed her "devil child" for unpleasant pregnancy symptoms she didn't have with Toby (like heartburn) and some scares (AFFECTIONATELY THOUGH I PROMISE She loves Lucy soso much.. ..... ...but the chance to joke about her name actually being short for Lucifer is right there gdksgkds c'mon)

>Cravings? Mood swings? Sleep changes? What else?

what happens when an already somewhat-hotheaded person with insomniac tendencies gets pregnant?? :^)

olives dipped in ketchup btw

>how did Rocky take to these changes?

i dunno how many will agree with me but considering he's supposed to be a little older and a little wiser at this point, i want to think he deals with it all just fine, being a nervous nancy aside- treating Ari like she's made of porcelain is unnecessary buuut appreciated, he cares and wants to help as much as he can

sorry these aren't highly detailed answers, i hope they give some idea of how things go though, feel free to fill in the blanks!

and check my ♥️ hc tag ♥️ for more Future Roari stuff :3

#btw the thought of Rocky coming home to Ari taking a nap (something she never did before getting pregnant-#-no matter how sleep deprived she might've been)-#-and just slipping into bed to be close to her and gaze at her as he gently rests his hand on her tummy lives in my head rent free #asks #anonymous #hc tag

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messedupfan · 1 year

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I'm With You | 10

Summary: Things get awkward between Natasha and Y/n. Wanda gets upset with Y/n. And Steve finally gets a moment alone with his friend.

A/N: I never know what I'm doing with this story. I had a completely different idea when it came to Y/n finding out about Nat and Maria. Then it took a mind of it's own lmao. Enjoy!

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Coming back from the date with Natasha wasn't what Y/n thought it was going to be. She didn't know what she wanted out of the date but she was utterly disappointed. They couldn't really hold a decent conversation with each other. At least not the kind of engaging ones that she has with Wanda. Something that Y/n caught on quickly to was the comparison of the two women. She knows it isn't fair so she did her best to focus on the person she has chosen.

When they got back to the Avengers tower, the two felt awkward and made excuses to go their separate ways. Natasha was hoping that the two could be physically intimate again. That seems to be the only time she can really connect with the young Stark. But after failing at the emotional intimacy, Natasha felt it would be wrong to try and continue to take advantage of her girlfriend before establishing a relationship beyond the physical. As for Y/n, she was itching to get to spend time with the person she was quickly coming to terms that she should be with instead. So she made the excuse that she needed to finish working on her suit.

Y/n makes it look like she is heading to the design lab but once she's certain Natasha isn't watching her anymore, she heads to Wanda’s room. She knocks on the door a few times before Wanda answers. Y/n is dressed up nicer than she has seen before and it tells her what Y/n has been up to. Feeling jealousy and hurt she tries to shut the door on Y/n.

The girl stops it with her foot and steps into the room, swiftly shutting the door behind her. “Don't you want to know how my date went?” With her back still turned on Y/n, Wanda sits on her bed and ignores the question.

It was difficult to ignore her feelings and to have to listen to her talk about her relationship. Earlier when Y/n asked her to help with the procedure and helped her discover and control an ability, she felt so close to her. Y/n's soft voice as she talked her through the trial runs made her feel safe and confident. Things she hadn't felt in some time. She wanted to be held by Y/n or worse, she wanted to be rewarded with a kiss. When the two did hug, she didn't want to let go after completely fearing having lost her and was relieved when Y/n held on just as tight. This was beginning to be too much for her.

Sensing that Wanda is giving her the silent treatment, Y/n fills the conversation on her own. “Sure Y/n, I want to hear all about it,” she pretends to be Wanda. “Why thank you, bestie,” Y/n replies to herself and all Wanda wants her to do is leave. She doesn't want to hear about some amazing date. She wants to be part of one. “I have a confession to make. It was an awful date,” this catches her attention and she slowly looks over her shoulder. “Well, not the date itself, moreso that I couldn't enjoy myself because I kept having this nagging feeling that I was with the wrong person.” Y/n waits for a verbal response but all they get is a curious but guarded look from Wanda. “Who is the right person then?” Y/n makes the terrible impression again, needless to say, her Sokovian accent could use some work. “That's a very good question. I might be crossing a line in saying this but I believe the right person may or may not be you. I'm leaning towards may. I don't know, just a feeling. What do you think?”

Wanda scoffs and shakes her head. What could have possibly changed that made Y/n want her now? The whole reason for the rejection last night was because she was fighting for a happy and stable relationship with Natasha. She couldn't trust that Y/n would want her for her now. Nowhere in that little bit of her's did the woman mention a break up. For all she knew, Y/n craved drama and all of the emotional pain that came with it. “I think that you are unbelievable and should get out of my room.” With a flick of her wrist, she opens her bedroom door. The command happens easily with the emotional charge it didn't have earlier.

“But I-”

“Go,” she stands her ground. She wasn't going to be strung along. She refused to have her emotions played with. “If you have any respect for me at all, Y/n, you won't treat me the same way Nat treated you when you were honest about your feelings. So please, just leave me alone until you figure yourself and your relationship out.”

Y/n was feeling argument after argument build up inside of her but she swallows her words. Wanda was right. She couldn't do to her what Natasha had done to Y/n. Not only was it not fair, that was a brutal experience to live through. It was not something she would wish on her worst enemy. Shame fills her body and drops her head. “You're right, I am so sorry, Wanda.” Y/n leaves the room and Wanda shuts the door with a wave of her hand so she can cry in peace.

Y/n does end up in the lab after all. The best way for her to process her thoughts and feelings was to do so as she worked on something. By the start of the next day, she's almost completely done with the suit and has made zero progress on what she wants for herself.

Steve had passed her working every few hours throughout the night and when the sun began to rise, he decided to invite Y/n on a run. Hoping it can be something beneficial for the seemingly stressed Avenger. He knocks on the glass door to announce his presence as he walks into the room. “Hey, I noticed that something might be on your mind,” he starts. “Want to talk about it?”

Y/n looks up from the computer that she was putting her final touches on the programming with. “What makes you think I need to talk?” She frowns in confusion. She thought she was masking her emotions pretty well.

“Just a hunch,” Steve shrugs. “Is it Nat?” He watches Y/n closely and when she clears her throat and blinks away tears, he knows that's exactly what the problem is. “Look, I know things are tough right now but I think you two can work past the whole Hill thing. I think it was just sex, I doubt it was anything serious between-”

“Stop talking,” Y/n says in shock. “I don't want to know what you're going on about. But my problems with Natasha are private. I don't think she'd like me discussing anything with you. So please, just, let it go.” She doesn't want him to elaborate on this “sex with Hill” thing. She didn't need to know the details, especially not from him. “Was there something you needed?”

Flustered, he was afraid he might’ve said something he shouldn’t have. He completely forgot what he walked in for. “I-I uh, I was about to go on a run and came to invite you.”

Y/n looks at her program and figures she can put the project on hold. “Sure, I missed our runs while I was… away.” She clenches her jaw and pushes the memories away. “I bet I can totally kick your ass in a race now.” She jumps from her seat. Steve laughs as he lets her know that’s highly unlikely. “I don’t know, have you seen how fast Pietro is? I mean, that power came from this stone.”

Steve shakes his head as he follows Y/n out of the lab. She stops by her room to remove her date clothes and dress in something that she can exercise in. When she's ready to go, her and Steve walk and talk on their way to Central Park. The topic never lands on Natasha, your relationship, or the confusing feelings you’re harboring for Wanda. It’s playful banter and catching up between two friends. When they reach the park the two friends agree on the start and end points before they begin running. Y/n was determined to finally beat the Captain in a foot race. She was putting a lot of hope into the stone.

“1… 2… 3!” Steve shouts the countdown and bolts after three. Y/n follows and starts to lose faith in the stone as she falls behind by a long shot until she feels herself pick up speed. She gets closer to Steve and once he notices, he pushes himself harder to be faster.

Y/n continues to catch up every time until she finally passes Steve. The man out of time falls behind considerably as he cannot run any faster than her already was. As Y/n continues to pick up speed, she crosses their chosen finish line three times before Steve can cross it once. When he finally does, he collapses to the ground, breathless for the first time in a very long time. “I told you, I’m fast now,” she brags as she offers a hand to pull him up.

Steve can admit when he’s been beat. He smiles, “Yeah, I can’t say I’m not jealous. That was a hell of a run. Come on, let's get back to HQ.” Y/n laughs as she remembers the days she would be training with him when they were part of S.H.I.E.L.D. He wouldn’t let her leave the area until she completed the same amount of laps he had. But she doesn’t really care to enforce his own rules onto him at the moment.

The walk home is a discussion on what they think might be possible for Y/n’s abilities. She was enjoying having the monitor on the stone because she feels better having questions and a conversation without the stone answering or finishing them for her.

When they arrive back to the common area of the tower, Natasha greets Y/n with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Where’d you go? I brought you breakfast in the lab but you weren’t there.”

“I was kicking Cap’s ass in a race,” she says proudly.

Steve laughs but he can’t look Natasha in the eye as he fears the damage he potentially has done in regards to her relationship with Y/n. “Yeah, kid is fast. Hey, I uh, have something to work on. I’ll see you two lovely ladies later.” He compliments them as he escapes the conversation. Although Y/n was all smiles, he was still concerned that she would bring something up while he was within Natasha’s killing range.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for your breakfast. I know how hard it was for me every time I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed and you wouldn’t be there,” Y/n meant to say that in a comforting way but her words were anything but that.

Natasha feels the sting of regret from her words. “I’m sorry I must’ve made you feel terrible for so long.”

Y/n nods, “I won’t lie. I cried myself to sleep a few nights over you.”

“Gosh, Y/n, are you just saying this stuff to hurt me?” Natasha walks away and Y/n follows her to a more private space.

“No, I’m just being honest with you. That’s what we need here if we have even a chance of working in a committed relationship,” she defends. “You need to know the things that I kept from you in the past and I need to know what you kept from me. That's how we build a strong foundation.”

“Oh what do you know? You're a child!” Natasha regrets her words as soon as they leave her mouth.

Y/n clenches her jaw, trying to hide the hurt she was feeling. “If I'm a child then you're a pedophile,” she retorts and Natasha scoffs without making an apology. “I don't appreciate you insulting my age when all I'm trying to do is have a mature conversation with you.”

“Oh, and implying that I haven't been honest with you is what you call mature?”

“Nat, I'm not implying or accusing you of anything! I straight up just said that I wasn't being honest with you and I want to be! Why are you so upset that I want to be honest with you?” Y/n's volume raises as her frustration follows.

“Because I don't want to hear any of it! I already know I was shitty back then. I don't need the details when we can just move on! Why can't we start fresh? Why can't we go back to the way we were in Italy? We were so happy.” Natasha argues back, doubling down so she doesn't have to tell Y/n about the sexual relationship she shared with Maria.

“I don't think we can start fresh,” Y/n states stubbornly. “Not without clearing the air. Besides, I don't want to start over. I don't want to go back to the way things were. I want to grow from what we had. I thought you wanted better for us. Not to repeat the same mistakes.” She can’t believe that this is upsetting her until she remembers her earlier conversation with Steve. “Is this about Maria?”

Natasha easily hides her emotional response. “What does she have anything to do with this?”

“I know that you slept with her. I don’t know when or how many times, but I know it happened.” Y/n states, making Natasha nervous that she can’t lie her way out of this. “I want to hear it from you, I don’t want to find out the information from the stone or from anyone else. I want you to be honest with me.”

Natasha licks her lips and weighs her options before she sighs. “Maria and I…” she considers her words for a moment. “It’s just sex and friendship between us. We started long before you and I met and I was with her whenever I wasn’t with you.” It hurts Y/n to hear this and she almost regrets pushing Natasha to tell her all of this. “I didn’t stop sleeping with her until we found you.” She omits the time they slept together the other night to avoid hurting the girl more. “There! Happy now?” Natasha says defensively.

“I need to…” Y/n looks everywhere but at her girlfriend as she tries to form a full sentence. “I can't be near you right now,” she admits in a whisper.

“I don't know why you're so upset, we weren't exclusive. It's not like you weren't with other people back then too.”

“I wasn't,” Y/n grits through her teeth.

“Well you could have been,” Natasha fires back.

“I didn't want to be and I didn't think you did either,” Y/n defends.

“Clearly we don't know each other as well as we thought,” Natasha's statement causes Y/n to swallow thickly. Here she was beating herself up over a relationship that was meant to fail from the beginning.

“Do you even like me?” Y/n finds herself asking.

“I love you,” the words come out easily because she means them. She did love Y/n. She's never felt the way she does towards anyone but her. She was never drawn to someone so intensely.

“And this is how you love someone?” Y/n walks away before she can say more things she'll regret.

Chapter 11

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icyhottodo · 1 year

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when we were young | k.bg

genre: angst, fluff, friends-to-lovers-to-strangers | paring: bakugo x reader, kirishima x reader (platonic)

summary: twelve was the age you started crushing on him, seventeen was the age you broke up with him, and twenty-two was the age you realized you still love him.

warnings: cursing, food, reader goes into a downward spiral, panic attack, jealousy, meanie people, angst ending, a small spoiler (bakugo mentions his work-study), timeskips

wc: 10.5k (half-assed proofread)

nini’s notes: inspired by the kdrama, 2521! but i’ve never watched it before, just some clips. i hope i captured bakugo right… with such an arrogant nature like him is kind of hard to write. i don't mention the quirk that much LMAO. and this is my longest work ever, so i hope you guys will like it!

ever since you turned three, your childhood dream was to be a pro-hero just like every other child. you wanted to be like all might. so you would train day and night, thinking and planning about how to use whatever quirk you would manifest to the fullest. but sadly, your quirk made it not the easiest to be a superhero with, whole-body lenses. which allows you to produce a camera lens anywhere around your body, and you're able to print out whatever you see on your palms.

you felt discouraged when you gained your quirk. how can you save people with a quirk like this? however, you didn’t entirely give up. you still trained like before you manifested your quirk, if not harder compared to before. by the time you reach middle school, you’ve already found ways to make your quirk useful.

twelve. was when you reached the age where you were able to enter middle school. you’ve transferred from your elementary school to aldera junior high, where you first met the most arrogant person yet, the most attractive person you would have met in your entire life—bakugo katsuki.

your first interaction with the blonde boy did not go well. well, you don't think anyone’s first interaction with him would ever go smoothly.

for instance, your teacher paired both you and bakugo for a poster presentation about pro-heroes you two looked up to. you thought that by pairing up with someone like him, you two would have fun. alas, bakugo would not let a sliver of your opinion show in the writing or the design, greatly disappointing you.

when you insisted on adding something you liked or thought would be better, bakugo would say something along the lines of, "shut up, you extra!"

this made you roll your eyes and say something as ferocious back at bakugo; bakugo's eyes narrowed at you. no one has ever fought back their argument; most of the time they would just let it go or simply not say anything. because of this, it made bakugo curious about you. but, of course, bakugo isn't going to show his interest in you.

"okay then, what do you fuckin’ think we should do?"

bakugo’s sudden cooperation surprised you, and although he didn’t say it nicely, you took it as a win. it made you see him in a different light. but you regained your composure and told the crimson-eyed man what you guys should add.

"i think we should add the past achievements of all might in this box." you pointed to a corner of the poster that contained information about the number one pro-hero.

and soon, the two of you were working on the project until five minutes had passed and the bell rang, indicating that the period was over. while you were cleaning up, bakugo pulled out his hand cockily, looking away at you. you stared at his hand, confused.

"give me your phone, you dumbass," he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

you made a little oh, pulled out your phone, and gave it to bakugo. then you saw him typing some things before handing the phone back to you.

"my number. my house at 5 pm." once again, you gave him a confused look.

"to work on the project, dumbass, don’t be late." bakugo continued before leaving the classroom.

the school day ended and you were walking through the neighborhoods to meet bakugo for the project. you looked at your phone after hearing your gps say, "you have reached your destination." but you were more confused than ever.

the address that bakugo sent should be around here… you wildly looked around; you don’t know what bakugo’s house looks like. so you weren’t sure which place to knock on.

until you saw a blonde woman with spikey hair walk out of her house, she looked identical to bakugo. you walked up to the front of her house, trying to catch her attention.

"um, excuse me. are you the mother of bakugo?" you asked, internally hoping she was because if she weren’t, that would be extremely embarrassing.

the blonde woman seemed surprised by her facial expression, but her face soon morphed into a smug one.

"yes, i am. are you here to see katsuki?" she asked, her grin slowly getting wider by the second when she sees you nod.

"katsuki!" bakugo’s mother yelled, starting to walk inside. "a special someone is here to see you!"

a few seconds later, you would hear bakugo grumbling. he rubs his left eye as he tiredly walks outside until he sees you, at which point you can physically see him become more awake.

"oh yeah, the project... come inside." bakugo trailed off before turning around even before you could get a word in.

bakugo’s mother unlocked the gate to allow you to walk in with a genuine smile on her face. "welcome! i wish katsuki told me someone as attractive as you were coming over!" his mother commented while she walked inside to put away some stuff that was out of place.

"katsuki’s room is just down the hall to the right. if you need anything, i’ll be here in the living room." mitsuki gestured to the couch, and you noticed the television on; perhaps she was watching tv before going outside and noticing you.

you thanked mitsuki for her hospitality and started walking down to meet bakugo. along the way, you would see picture frames of the bakugo family. you saw a photo of a very young bakugo, most likely aged three to five. when bakugo’s fire quirk was manifested in front of his kindergarten class, you also noticed a green curly-haired boy in the same picture, one of your classmates, midoriya.

you smiled at the photo and then continued walking to find bakugo’s bedroom. when you reached bakugo’s door, you knew automatically by the small all might symbol on his door. you knocked on the door, and you would hear a loud ‘come in, dumbass.’

you opened the door and saw him sitting on his bed. you looked around his room. it looked like any other bedroom, but with hints that it was bakugo’s room. like his all-black clothes closet or the all might mini poster beside his bed and the black sheets.

you pull the poster for your project from your bag and lay the paper on his study desk. you continued to work on the project when bakugo came up to help you out.

"thank you for having me!" you bowed at mitsuki before heading out.

when you reach for the doorknob, she stops you and tells you to wait. she calls out very loudly, "BAKUGO!"

bakugo would then angrily walk down to the front door to be scolded, "bakugo, why are you leaving such a lovely person to walk home all alone!? at seven p.m.!? walk them home at least. where are the manners i taught you?!"

bakugo would groan at his mother’s nagging but agreed, not wanting to be berated by her any further. bakugo quickly grabs his black coat from his room and sharply brings it outside.

bakugo let out a puff of air, putting his hands in his pockets as he started to walk away from his house. you stayed on his porch, watching him until, like usual, he would yell at you.

"are you going to fuckin’ walk with me or what?" bakugo cursed.

"yeah, wait for me."

one time when you two were working on the project, again, in bakugo’s house. the atmosphere was quiet and serene; bakugo was taking over the poster, of course, but you were just chilling, leaning on bakugo’s study desk while he was writing some information you didn't know but, quite frankly, don't care about.

"hey, you know what animal you look like?"

"i don’t know, but i don't care. shut up, you extra."

then you started leaning onto the desk, cupping your cheeks. "an angry pomeranian." ignoring bakugo’s comment.

"no, i don’t."

"if you say so, pomeranian."

"STOP CALLING ME THAT! YOU EXTRA!"

throughout working on the project, everyone started to notice how close you started with bakugo. you would randomly come up to bakugo while walking in the hallway and cooly put your arm around bakugo’s shoulder.

"hey pomeranian." you greet the man, and you can see bakugo’s face contort to even more anger than the usual angry face bakugo holds.

bakugo shrugs off your arm much to your dismay, and glares at one of the boy students who was ogling you. "i told you to stop calling me that fuckin’ name."

the chronic angry boy’s vision turns back to you, who had no idea what bakugo was looking at. you were just rambling about whatever was on your mind until bakugo mutters,

"whatever."

and starts walking away faster, leaving you alone in the hallway.

and of course, the students and your teacher were surprised by the compliance of bakugo, had he never listened to anyone else. so once again, your teacher made you pair up with the angry man, much to his dismay.

"ugh, i’ve paired up with you again! shitty extra!?"

"seems so, angry pomeranian."

"i told you to stop calling me that!"

"well you persist in calling me an extra, so i’ll start calling you an angry pomeranian," you smirked, proud of yourself for being able to come up with such a nickname.

afterward, bakugo mumbled something so quiet that you weren’t able to tell what he said. you leaned even closer to him, and the tips of his ears are red from your proximity.

"nothing! you shitty extra, you can’t even fuckin’ hear well."

but what you didn’t know was that he mumbled out your last name.

when you two were working, it was quiet. a serene atmosphere; you two are hard at work trying to finish the gigantic poster. until you yawned as you stretched, you looked outside, and it was sunset at the brink of nightfall.

you started packing and putting your stuff away, then you said, "i think we worked on this enough. we’ll work more on this tomorrow; see ya’."

you bid goodbye to the man who only gave you a nod to acknowledge you. to be honest, you thought he would at least offer to walk home with you. it's night already, and he doesn’t care if you go out alone? you thought bakugo at least had some decency.

you sighed—why did you even expect such things from bakugo? you pushed aside your disappointment and made your way out the door before mitsuki stopped you. she handed you one of her thickest coats.

"here, it’s getting really cold out there. and thank you for hanging out with my son." she gave you a warm, motherly smile. until you heard bakugo,

"we're not hanging out, mom!"

"shut up!" she yelled back that even though she was kind to you, she was mean as bakugo towards his son.

"go ahead now and stay safe!" she bid you goodbye while you started walking out the door.

"three students want to apply to ua high school." your homeroom teacher lazily commented, handing out application papers from ua. it was the next day, and of course, your homeroom teacher had to call out everyone's dream high school.

your homeroom teacher first walks up to bakugo and gives him one of the papers. to be honest, you knew bakugo wanted to be the number one hero, even if it meant defeating all might. the second paper your teacher passed out was midoriya, which you were pretty pleasantly surprised about. you knew he wanted to be like all might, but you didn’t know that he was willing to try out the testing even if midoriya did not even have a quirk manifested.

in your midst of shock, you could see a fuming bakugo in the corner of your eyes. oh, bakugo won’t like this. you thought. since you were stuck in your thoughts, you didn’t notice your teacher walking up to you and handing you the third and final paper.

with the suspense over, the class turned into almost a riot. you would hear complaints from your classmates left, right, and center.

"midoriya wants to apply to ua even without a quirk?!"

"why does midoriya even try?!"

"deku is so overconfident."

you felt pity for the green, curly-headed man. you knew he was extremely embarrassed by this situation. but this pity would turn into embarrassment when you would hear snickers about yourself from your classmates as well.

"them? what are they going to do with a camera quirk?!"

"midoriya and they have the audacity. i would not even think about applying to ua with quirks. did i say quirks? i mean a quirk. like them."

your classmates kept on snickering until you stood up abruptly and slammed your fists onto your desk. you walked out of your class without saying another word, leaving bakugo emotionally looking at your empty desk.

the next day, you weren't at school at all, but you appeared at bakugo’s door after school.

"hey." you greeted by setting down your backpack in the corner of bakugo’s room.

once again, bakugo just greeted you with a nod; he was laying in bed on his phone. bakugo decided not to pry into your little outburst yesterday, because, well, for two reasons: he could tell you were sore on that subject, and, well, it wasn’t his business to snoop into. ultimately decided to finally finish the project you two have been working on for so long.

now that you two are almost done with the whole thing, it was your last time coming to bakugo’s place. doing the finishing touches, you pushed your pen on the previous stroke to exaggerate and dramatize that you two were finally done with the project.

the whole time you and bakugo were working on the project, there was complete silence, sometimes broken by bakugo’s mother knocking on the door every thirty minutes or so to check if you needed anything. other than that, you talked less compared to the other partner sessions.

bakugo spoke when he was walking you home again (thanks to mitsuki once again).

"stupid, if you ever want to vent. i’m here, you know?" bakugo offered hesitantly as if he didn’t want to show that he cares about you.

you smiled at his sentence, with bakugo trying to comfort you even if his voice showed the opposite. he is trying, you suppose.

"thanks, pomeranian."

"I AM NOT-"

"hey bakugo."

you called out his name casually, you two walking home from a study session once again, the stars painting the dark sky. bakugo lets out a hum to acknowledge you.

"let’s go somewhere before i go home." you didn’t let bakugo reply as you excitedly wrapped your hand around bakugo’s wrist and dragged him somewhere. anywhere. not feeling bakugo making your hand intertwined with his.

you and bakugo ended up at a park after a few minutes. you've got a brilliant idea to stargaze for a while. you let go of his hand and lay down on the cold grass, catching a glimpse at bakugo, who wordlessly lay down next to you.

but before he did that, bakugo took off his black jacket,

"sit up first."

bakugo commanded, and you sat up, following his instructions, thinking he would put his sweater on you. instead, bakugo laid the sweater behind you. then bakugo would come to lie next to you, laying on half of his jacket.

with both of his arms behind his neck, he spoke, "are you going to lay down or what extra?"

with his comment, you laid down on the other half of his jacket, feeling touched. you expected something else, but bakugo gesture was equally sweet.

you two lay in silence, admiring the stars and the bright full moon. until bakugo spoke once again,

"why do you want to become a hero?"

his voice was calm, you weren’t used to hearing bakugo’s tone, so you turned your head at him. bakugo wasn’t looking at you; he was just looking at the sky blankly with furrowed eyebrows.

"i guess it's like most people who also want to be a hero. i want to make people smile; i want to save people without making them worry about me. and to be the best, of course, all might inspire me and many other people. why do you want to be a hero?"

"simply, just to beat all might. to be better than him."

"then let’s make a promise together," this piqued bakugo’s curiosity.

"let's always train together no matter what.."

you pulled out your pinky finger. bakugo scoffed, why would he have to agree to that? bakugo can easily be the number one hero by himself. but he would soon find himself connecting his pinky finger with yours, bakugo would feel entranced by the moonlight shining on your face and that small, genuine smile. bakugo wanted to. no, bakugo felt like he had to agree to your promise.

so bakugo linked his pinky finger with yours.

ever since then, you and katsuki became closer. katsuki tolerates you now. although, he would still call you ‘shitty extra’ it is still much better than what he would call other people. and to your surprise, you, along with midoriya got accepted to ua high school, unlike what most of your classmates would gossip about. (katsuki was no surprise, to be honest.)

you would stick with katsuki throughout the beginning of the semester, but as you started to gain more friends. you would slowly start to hang out with them more, sometimes tired of dealing with the hothead. but you would still hang out with the blonde-haired man from time to time when your sanity was intact.

the first time your classmates learned that you knew katsuki even before ua was when katsuki went up behind you holding something wrapped.

"extra, my mom made lunch for you."

hearing such a raspy voice, you automatically knew the voice belonged to katsuki. from the ‘special’ nickname katsuki gave you and the way he spoke. therefore, katsuki coming up to you was no surprise, but what surprised you was his mom making lunch for you.

after katsuki dropped off the food his mom made for you, katsuki passed your seat to go to his, which was in front of you. he could catch sight of the wide eyes or smirks coming from his ‘friends’, which caused katsuki to scold them,

"what are you looking at, shitty heads?!" whacking them with a notebook he pulled out from his bag.

"nothing," denki smirked at his friend, the electric quirk friend, who was neglecting his pencil and the homework he was working on to gossip about his angry prone friend.

"it's just… since when did your mom know about them? i know you two are friends and all, but have they met your mother already?" denki teased, raising an eyebrow, a smirk plastered onto his face. although katsuki is highly aggressive, denki doesn’t care if he gets beaten to a pulp for it. denki would take it for some giggles and laughs.

"shut up, pikachu." katsuki grumbled while crossing his arms.

once the attention was off of him, katsuki glanced at your seat without turning his head and saw a beaming smile coming from you. it was one of your favorite foods that you mentioned to his mother one time while you two were bonding in the past. katsuki grinned at the sight before turning his attention back to the board.

what you didn’t know was that katsuki was the one who made that lunch for you.

"please tell auntie i loved her cooking and say thank you!" you handed katsuki the clean tupperware the day after he gave you lunch. you gave the tupperware the day after katsuki gave you the surprise; cleaning the platter out of courtesy, the gesture was the least you could do.

you came up to katsuki before class started.

"here’s the thing; she made you lunch again." he lazily pulls out another lunch box made for you.

"god i can already tell i’m the favorite one out of the two of us." you joked, nudging the already-annoyed katsuki.

"whatever." katsuki scoffed while taking the clean lunchbox he gave you yesterday.

today, unlike yesterday, mitsuki made you a small snack in the shape of your favorite animal. the food was so detailed, it must’ve taken forever for bakugo’s mother to make it.

"it's so cute! thank you!" you admired the craftsmanship that went into it.

well, it was true. katsuki woke up at the brink of dawn to make something special for you. the reason why katsuki decided to do this was as a way to get closer and talk to you more, but he used his mother as an excuse to do so.

you noticed katsuki has gotten softer toward you after a few months; he gets angry at you less, and he is ever so slightly touchy with you.

it was the aggressive type of touchy, of course.

whenever katsuki would need to grab your attention, he would nudge you lightly on your stomach.

"(y/n)."

you came out of your thoughts to see bakugo’s concerned yet somehow angry expression on his face. katsuki would also start to say your actual name instead of the nickname he gave you years ago.

"what happened?" you groaned as you scanned your surroundings. you were in the recovery girl’s room.

katsuki reached out for his hand, which you grabbed onto, and he pulled you up so hard to the point that you stumbled over. but luckily, katsuki caught you in his arms.

the scene and the situation could be in a korean drama. this is the part where the male lead would stare at the female lead’s lips, and they slowly leaned in to kiss, but then they both were interrupted by something. no?

katsuki dropped you on the floor.

"ow man, what was that for?" you groaned, picking yourself up from the fall and the embarrassment.

"i thought you had your balance after i caught you." katsuki shrugged; not an ounce of remorse was found in his voice. if anything, katsuki sounded like he was about to laugh.

"sure." you sarcastically replied, rolling your eyes with a small smile on your face.

you saw katsuki snicker with a smile on his face before once again reaching out his hand to help you up. but this time the gesture finally ended you up on your feet, hand in hand.

the day katsuki got revealed as the lunch maker instead of his mother was unexpected to both you and him.

mitsuki had invited you over because she hadn’t seen you in a while and she would love to catch up with you. so on a sunday night, you came over to the bakugo’s house, but this time, only for mitsuki.

when you arrived, bakugo’s mother would greet you by the door with a big smile and a wave.

"hi, aunt! is katsuki here today?"

"no, he’s out with his friends right now." she replied, letting you inside. "why?"

"oh, i had to give back the tupperware from the lunch you made for me, but i might as well give it to you!" you exclaimed, pulling out the plastic box and showing it to mitsuki. while going to sit on the couch in the living room.

mitsuki raised her eyebrows in confusion. "lunch? i've never made you lunch before," she asked confusedly, coming to sit down next to you.

"really?" you asked in disbelief and shock.

"it's probably katsuki making you those lunches!" mitsuki exclaimed, not knowing she had just snitched on her son.

"oh, i see." after that, you would chat with katsuki’s mother as if she were your mother. you would hear someone entering the house.

"get out of my house (y/n)!"

after that day, katsuki as usual would give you once again another lunch that "his mother" had made. even though you know the food was from him this time around. katsuki looked nervous for some reason, even though he didn’t show any signs of it. you can tell how he had his hands behind his back after he gave you lunch. you can tell how he was looking at everything around you, but not exactly at you.

"do you want to say something?" you questioned, tilting your head slightly sideways.

this made bakugo’s eyebrows furrow even deeper than usual. as if katsuki was hesitating to do something. katsuki hesitating? that is so out of character for the stubborn and impulsive man.

katsuki soon after denied your inquiry by shaking his head no. but with the deafening silence shortly after, katsuki would blurt out,

"i’m going to take you out on a date this friday. i am not taking no for an answer."

then katsuki would walk away from you and leave you speechless.

katsuki has yet to tell you where or when you should meet.

so you stood in the common room of the ua dorms on friday at noon sharp, wearing one of the best outfits you thought would fit the occasion, and your hair was styled perfectly.

waiting for bakugo was kind of awkward because what if the date was supposed to be later? all of your classmates would’ve seen you dressed up, waiting for something or someone for hours.

but luck was on your side today because you would see katsuki descend the stairs coming from his dorm. katsuki looked more put together than usual; he wore his black shirt as per usual, but he wore a fake black varsity jacket that had a white skull on the back of it. for his bottoms, he wore light-wash jeans, with, of course, a black belt surrounding his jeans. but his hair stayed the same.

"so where are we going?"

bakugo continued to walk out of the ua dorms, making you jog up to him to catch up with him. "you ready to hike?"

"what?" you asked in disbelief, but it sounded more like a statement. hiking? on the first date?

"it’ll be short and easy." he turned to you with a small smile showing on his face; for a second, it looked like he was filled with admiration. making you slightly flustered from his unusual face of adoration, along with his tone.

"you promise?" you asked, still in doubt about the hike.

"i promise."

katsuki was right. compared to the vigorous training you guys do daily; the hike was a piece of cake. although the hike was easy, the duration of it was pretty long. after a minute or so, katsuki took one more step and told you, "we’re here."

this caused you to look at your surroundings. at the peak of the hike, the sun was already setting. painting the usual blue skies orange and pink. you can see an udon shop at the corner of your eye, along with surprisingly, grassy patches. there were barely any people, and when you walked to the edge of the mountain hill thing, you looked out to see the busy city traffic and the tall buildings. the view looked so beautiful from up here.

"how did you find this place, kats?" you were in awe at the view. he turned to you and looked at you as if the answer was obvious.

"you know i like hiking. one day, i just found this special gem. c'mon go find a spot to sit while i’ll get udon. what do you like?"

you said your preferred type of udon, and he nodded, and walked away from you. you found a spot right below a tree, but a bit further by the edge to keep the view.

a few minutes later, katsuki would come back with two steaming hot udon. he passed you your share of the noodles, and he sat down with his. you two would sit in silence, enjoying the noodles and the view.

"you know, i know that you're making those lunches instead."

"WHAT-"

as the sun sets, the moon and the stars appear in the sky. the city lights appear brighter than ever. the view was even more breathtaking than the sunset.

you two get ice cream after as a dessert, and you two start walking back to the dorm. katsuki would have willingly walked you to your dorm, but he said no word and just led you there.

"thank you, kats for the date. i loved it," you said after reaching outside of your dorm.

now you felt a sudden awkwardness in the air, like the romance cliches you would read or watch. you finally understood the leads after a first date and how they would just stand there awkwardly.

should i kiss him? no that's too much for a first date. hug him? no katsuki isn't a hugger. until you suddenly gained an idea of how to say goodbye to your friend.

you leaned in and gave him a peck on his right cheek, "i had fun." you spoke quickly before running to your dorm quickly after being a bit freaked out by your actions.

hopefully, katsuki didn’t mind that physical affection...

outside your door, katsuki has yet to move a spot or even look anywhere else from where you stood before running into your room. katsuki slowly raises his right hand to touch where you kissed him.

he loved that peck on his cheek.

you were having an english study session with ejiro; you didn’t pass your recent english pop quiz, and yamada sensei wasn’t exactly happy with it. but studying with kirishima wasn’t the best idea since he isn't the best at english either.

you two were conversing in english until you saw your phone light up in the corner of your eye.

"hold on, eji."

the reason for your phone going off was because of katsuki.

bakugo: what do ya want’

then would bakugo would send a photo of multiple loaves of bread near each other.

bakugo: ask shitty hair, if he wants one too.

you replied to bakugo telling him your preferred loaf, and you showed ejiro your phone, and he pointed to one of the loaves of bread in the photo and said, "ooh! that one!"

once you told bakugo the choices both of you made, you put your phone down and went back to studying.

"you know bakugo wouldn’t do that for any other person, right? not even his friends."

after some more not-flirty encounters, you decided to just ask the big question yourself. you know that katsuki’s pride is big enough to only ask you out on a date.

your plan was simple: just to ask him out in a nice setting at the perfect time. but lately, there seemed to be no perfect time to do so.

"hey, kats, i need to tell you-"

"bakugo, what are you waiting for? let's go." sero said, gesturing to the door.

to be fair, sero is a nice guy, and he didn’t notice you talking to him, otherwise, he would've profusely apologized, but at the time, you hated sero.

you were eating lunch alone just for one day because your social battery was draining out when bakugo comes up to you and says, "hey."

"hi ka-"

"oh my god (y/n)! i need your help in english pleasee." ejiro runs up to you.

"why not later?"

"it's due today, pleaseeee."

you sigh, "sorry, kats, let's talk another time, hm?" you leave before katsuki could even get a word in the conversation.

finally, after class, katsuki was rushing to the bathroom when katsuki crashed into you.

"oh hey, kats!"

"hey (y/n)," katsuki said in a panicked voice. you finally decided to confess to him, even if the situation didn’t seem perfect enough. you needed to confess to katsuki. unfortunately, because of this, you didn't notice katsuki’s state of panic.

"so i want to—"

"can we talk another time? i have to pi-"

"i like you; please be my boyfriend," you said hurriedly.

"yes" he agreed before running away to the men’s bathroom.

while the events leading up to the two of you finally becoming into a romantic relationship was the most unexpected confession you wished for, you’re happy to finally be in a relationship with your crush after basically four years.

the beginning stages of a relationship are, most of the time, always awkward. the changes katsuki had made after becoming your boyfriend were little to none. katsuki still acted the same around you, and you were a bit shy whenever katsuki was around. which was extremely abnormal for you... not so for katsuki on his end though.

the only new thing after becoming in a relationship was that you two spent more time together. during lunchtime and whenever you felt like being with katsuki, you would sit next to him.

but what you most liked after becoming in a relationship was the late-night walks with katsuki. late night walks with katsuki wasn't often; katsuki liked to sleep early for the intensive training the next day. but there were some days when kats couldn’t sleep. he never told you any reason why he might've been unable to sleep, but you didn't mind it. you didn't want to pressure him to say anything if he wasn’t comfortable with it.

of course, no one knew about this, but it was thrilling. for bakugo to sneak to your room past curfew, and you two sneak out of the dorm to just admire the stars. you two never went past the ua gates or even the dorm buildings, but it's fun to break the rules sometimes.

"aren’t you curious why you can't sleep on random days of the month?" katsuki asked after the silence of walking on the pavement. you can hear owls hooting in the night before you respond.

"of course i am kats, but you never mention them, and i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable."

"you know you can ask when you want to, right?"

you didn't say anything in response, because of how cold you realized you were. you didn’t mean to, but you made an audible shiver. doing nothing of it, you continued walking until you felt a sudden warmth and the smell of caramel. the caramel scent must’ve been from katsuki’s quirk, as you assumed. katsuki just gave you his jacket.

"are you sure you wouldn’t be cold kats?"

"i’ll be fine. now shut up and take it."

another day of training in class 1a, and you were having a tougher time compared to usual. your sparring partner completely read all of your moves and dominated you. you asked for a mini-break to gather your thoughts and catch your breath.

katsuki who was in the stands watching you went down to where you were to help ease your mind. when katsuki reached the room you were in, he saw you having a slight panic attack. he walked up to you and cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. "hey, hey, hey, look at me."

you looked into dilated crimson eyes, unlike before, when his eyes would usually be small from how many times he felt angry. "you got this, just breathe in and out. analyze your opponent. are they long-range? short-range? change your moves now and then, okay?"

you and katsuki hear a whistle being blown, letting you know that the break is over and to come back. katsuki gives you an award-winning smile and kisses you on your forehead before letting you go: "go get them, tiger."

because of katsuki, you feel energized. feeling like you can take on the world. and you just did that. but because katsuki was so worried about you, he forgot to prepare for the upcoming spar with him and todoroki, so katsuki almost lost the fight. you knew he almost lost because of you and felt terrible for it.

now, you aren’t normally a jealous type of person. but the trees are starting to blossom into cherry blossom trees. that means it's confession season, or, more precisely, love season. while this was a perfect time for you and katsuki to go on a date. you know katsuki isn't necessarily an outsider; he is pretty popular even if he doesn't like it.

you never realized how popular katsuki was until you heard someone else confess to him right in front of you.

you two were walking toward the cafeteria after homeroom, and after leaving 1a, your hand grazed bakugo’s hand. you felt an instant spark, and it wasn’t because of bakugo’s quirk. you wanted to feel it again, so this time you purposefully but sneakily touched the back of your hand against his once again.

okay, perhaps you weren’t sly enough because you would hear katsuki sigh in annoyance and then fully lace your hands with his.

"if you just want to hold my hand, you don't need to fuckin hesitate." katsuki deadpanned, but when he knew you looked away from him, you could see a small smile forming on his face.

just barely reaching the cafeteria doors, a person taps on bakugo’s back, and katsuki turns around, not breaking the connection between your hands. you didn’t notice, but bakugo’s face hardened. well, not hardened, but with the same face, he would make compared to anyone else besides you. you notice them holding a piece of paper decorated with hearts.

"i like you; please go out with me!" the person bowed deeply, handing out the piece of paper to bakugo, completely ignoring the fact that you were there and ignoring the fact that you two are holding hands as this is happening.

the AUDACITY. your jaw drops at the person confessing to your boyfriend, right in front of you. "no."

you two would walk to class together when you saw a huge chocolate box covering katsuki’s whole desk. both of you walked up to it. you were curious about it, but katsuki simply had to walk there since it was his seat.

you notice a note on top of the box of chocolates,

‘i can be so much better.’

is all that the note said. you said nothing else and just walked away, keeping the note but letting katsuki keep the chocolates on his desk.

quite frankly, you didn’t care in a way that katsuki would in a way go for his new pursuer, but in another way, people thought katsuki can do so much better than teeny-tiny you.

"you know that i would never date an extra like them, right?" bakugo would say it randomly one day while he and you were chilling in your dorm.

you turned to katsuki with a confused look on your face until you realized what he was talking about. katsuki must have known that you weren’t feeling well because of his fans and their brutal words.

"i know, kats, it's just..." you sighed. "having multiple people belittle you when you have little to no confidence in the first place isn't exactly rewarding."

you smashed your face onto your pillow, not feeling like seeing what katsuki’s face would morph into, not feeling like seeing his pity or anything like that. instead, you heard katsuki shuffle out of the bed, which made you pull yourself up from the pillow.

"what are you doing?"

"come on, i’ll make your favorite food."

"i don't know eji; i really like him, but his fans are really getting to me." you sighed as you cupped your face while lying down on ejiro’s bed.

you two were normally hanging out like usual in his dorm when ejiro turned around from his office chair.

"if you really love him, you will fight for him, (n/n)," he said seriously, saying your nickname to assure you he wasn’t mad at you or scolding you.

"i do eji, and i want to, but... you sighed.

you felt strained for the rest of the upcoming weeks, and as much as you love to see the flowers bloom in the spring, you were already excited for confession season to be over.

you were quieter around katsuki lately, bakugo observed. whenever he would offer something of his or ask you a question, you would usually give one-word answers.

"i was thinking about going to visit the old hag this weekend; do you want to come?" katsuki asked mindlessly as he was scrolling through his phone while you two were chilling on his bed doing whatever.

you hummed in response; you miss your basically, second mother to death. but if you even step foot into the bakugo’s house, mitsuki will immediately be able to tell that something is wrong.

you hummed, letting katsuki know that you were thinking about his proposal. "i’ll think about it, kats." was all you said before going back to scrolling on your phone.

this response from you is unusual, especially since his mother is mentioned and he knows you adore her. he expected you to automatically agree with katsuki and visit her. right when bakugo was going to ask what was wrong, you got up and told him you had to do something for kirishima. leaving katsuki all alone in his room, confused and worried.

the more you thought about it, the less appealing the idea of dating bakugo became. If you're already bothered by one fan of bakugo saying that he can do so much better, what will happen when katsuki does become a hero? when are there going to be tons of people fawning over him?

this caused your energy to leave your body; it seemed like you’d been so tired lately, just wanting to lay in bed and do nothing.

"wake up~ we have to train today, and aizawa sensei said everyone has to be there.

"ejiro, i don't want to." the tone of your voice has sounded sad and exhausted lately, kirishima noted.

"let's go lazy butt," ejiro said before pulling off the covers of your bed and grabbing ahold of your arms, forcefully dragging you out of your bed.

you lay on the floor of your room, face down, readying yourself to get up. groaning, you finally pulled yourself up, and you let your shoulders sag at the sight of ejiro.

"here, i’ll help you get ready." ejiro gets your school uniform and lays it out on your bed. "get dressed."

kirishima then turns around to face a wall to allow you to change out of your sleeping clothes. when you signal him that you are done changing, he sits you down on your chair and grabs any hair tool that will help your hair. until ejiro finally deems that your hair is neat enough.

ejiro then grabs the first skincare product you always use and starts applying it to your face. ejiro has watched you do your skincare for so long, he knows it by heart. after some more skin care products, kirishima pulls you up and walks you to class 1a.

when you and kirishima pull up to class 1a late, katsuki can't help but raise an eyebrow at this. he knows you two are best friends, ejiro even being friends with bakugo himself, but with the way you have been acting around him lately, katsuki can't help but think that maybe something is happening between you two.

when class is over, katsuki pulls you to the side as everyone starts to leave the classroom. when katsuki was fully sure no one was in earshot, bakugo starts to speak, "i can't believe i’m fuckin asking this, but, is there something going on between you and fuckin shitty hair?"

"what?" your eyebrows furrowed, and you were in disbelief. out of everyone, katsuki bakugo is asking if you, his significant other, and his own best friend have chemistry with each other.

"i can’t believe you would think of ejiro and me like that. remember? your friend from junior high?" you pointed your index finger at yourself, leaning forward and inching closer to katsuki’s face. your face contorted into anger even more when katsuki still had a face full of accusation and doubt.

"talk to me when you have come to your senses." you leaned back, standing straight with no emotion in your voice.

as you reached the door, you turned around to face your boyfriend. "and you know eji wouldn’t ever betray you like that."

you closed the door, leaving katsuki in his thoughts. alone.

"i’m sorry," all bakugo said, inviting himself over to your room.

"i wasn’t in the right mind. you’ve been acting weird lately, and i jumped to conclusions way too quickly." katsuki looked at the floor while saying all of his apologies.

you sighed looking at bakugo’s figure; you knew how hard it must be for bakugo to put his pride (a big one at that.) down and apologize.

you smiled, your arms spreading out for a hug, "come here, kats."

katsuki comes in for a hug.

even though you two mended things, the relationship felt a bit off compared to before. perhaps it was because you two aren’t in the honeymoon stage of the relationship anymore, or maybe it was because of the accusation katsuki made. because of this, you lost faith in katsuki. what if he did find someone better?

unintentionally, you find yourself hanging out with your friends way more than usual. because if you were even around him, the negative thoughts would start to seep into your mind.

"hey (y/n)-"

"hey, midoriya!" you called out, even though you completely heard katsuki.

"oh hey (y/n)! what's up?" deku turned around to chat with you.

"i need help with-"

and then katsuki would hear your voice fade off as you and his rival walked off in the school hallways.

once when you were walking alone in the hallways, the fan who confessed to katsuki right in front of you crossed paths with you.

"oh… it’s you," they said with disgust in their voice.

while you said nothing, they continued to talk, stopping whatever they needed to do and saying, "honestly, i don't know why you're still dating him. you’re holding him back with that weird quirk of yours."

"really-"

"what do you mean, 'really'? haven’t you seen bakugo holding back because of you? he would stop and help you instead of going to where he should be."

the fan would leave right after, leaving you alone.

"what if i am holding katsuki back?" you whispered to yourself.

"we should break up," you said sharply, trying to look at anything but the man in front of you.

there was a big awkward silence; you didn't know what to do. you looked down and started twiddling with your thumbs. after what felt like hours passed by, bakugo finally speaks up, but you can hear his voice wavering.

"w-why?"

"you and i are no match for each other; you belong in the pro-hero world. i belong… here."

you gestured to the things around you, saying how common they are, like you. that’s what you thought. you saw bakugo’s face harden up.

"if it's really easy for you to break off a relationship, then so be it."

bakugo then walked away, leaving your house through the door, not letting you explain in further detail. you were at the age of seventeen, letting go of your first love.

and there goes your first love.

your mental health has been declining ever since then, even though you're the one who decided to break off the relationship. between you and bakugo, it seemed like you were the one broken up with.

the next day, when you attended class. bakugo looked as normal as ever, showing no signs of experiencing a breakup with someone of four years. perhaps he never loved you.

this insecurity of yours transferred over to the capabilities of your quirk to be a pro-hero. any confidence and hopes of being a hero were shattered after your practice training with kirishima ended terribly.

"what’s wrong with you today? something’s wrong?" kirishima kneeled to your face after pushing you a bit too hard during the training.

kirishima scans your body to see if you have any injuries and sends you to the recovery girl. seeing such a concerned face made you start to tear up. you’ve been keeping all of your emotions inside for a while. and for someone to ask you if you were okay, even if it weren’t mentally. it was your last straw.

"i can’t anymore." you got up and ran away from your peers.

and for days, you never appeared for class after that. mina was pestering aizawa to tell them where you went or if you were okay. and after many trials, aizawa finally caved in, annoyed to the point of finally spilling the beans to his students.

"your former classmate has decided to drop out of ua high school." aizawa announced in a monotone voice, sounding tired as expected.

silence.

no one said a word. if someone were to want to say anything, they would've just been nervous by the atmosphere after hearing the news their teacher had dropped them. everyone in ua seemed so determined to be a hero, no matter the circumstances or how much they were being held back.

bakugo’s eyes widened; if someone were to see him, they would be able to see the guilt and pity in his eyes. but never said a word. then his face contorted into the angry face he would always put on.

bakugo would continue his hero training course without you. unlike the promise you two had made in the past.

the journey after that was hard after you left ua. many people questioned why you left such a prestigious school and what your quirk was, but you kept it to yourself. you didn't know where to pick yourself up after your group was out and left your whole friend group. (minus kirishima; you didn’t have the heart to push him away from you.)

you stayed home for a few weeks feeling numb. you never thought about what happens if you give up on that whole pro-hero career thing. you were so dedicated to being one that the thought of being something else never crossed your mind.

soon you came to your senses; you can’t live like this forever. you started to look for part-time jobs; what else do you want to be? you didn’t know; every other occupation seemed mediocre at best, and you couldn’t see yourself loving any other job.

"maybe you can use something about that quirk of yours? since you’re used to using it a lot… back then. maybe you can use that as your occupation!" ejiro thought after hearing your concerns.

ejiro and you were face timing after you heard that crazy villainous fight he participated in, and of course, you had to check up on him. somehow, you ended up ranting about your current concerns to ejiro after the usual small talk, and ejiro ended up coming up with that idea.

it took you a few minutes to think about what ejiro had said. and the more you thought about it, the better the idea sounded. you smiled brightly at ejiro’s face.

"that's a brilliant idea, eji! thank you."

what can you do to make the most of your quirk? to some, the answer is quite obvious; to others, it is a camera quirk. has to be something in the film industry. you tried to think of the bare minimum of the hero thing. you could be a reporter, and more specifically, a reporter of pro-heroes; you already have connections to future pro-heroes. you still wished you could've been one.

you smiled bitterly at the thought. but what else could you do? you started searching for jobs that had to do with journalism.

you landed a place as an intern at a broadcasting station after a few years and started to work from the ground up there. from an intern to a scriptwriter to finally a news reporter at the age of twenty-two.

you had covered your past friends. reminiscing about the times when you all had fun with each other in ua high school. you didn’t cover just hero work. you were there for major events or disasters.

you would say life is going smoothly for you. until…

"bakugo is engaged?" you almost screeched in shock at the information you were just given by kirishima ejiro.

kirishima is one of the few classmates you still talk to from time to time. and the red-headed man has just dropped some news on you. you can tell he distances himself from his phone from your little shriek on the call. by the way, he spoke, but his voice sounded distant.

even though ejiro disliked your outburst, kirishima thought you should know an important event about your ex’s life. kirishima knew you still cared about him even if bakugo isn’t in your life anymore.

"thought i’d let you know."

you can hear the pity in ejiro’s voice. but you were too shocked to care.

as long as katsuki is happy…

you didn’t know how much kirishima’s sudden news affected you. it was slow and painful. ejiro’s words would constantly echo in your mind throughout the day. when you are cooking your food, you just come up with the scenario of bakugo going onto one knee and putting a ring on his significant other.

you would think about how bakugo and his partner would first meet. was it love at first sight? was he happy in that relationship? you smacked yourself; of course, he is happy; bakugo proposed to them.

"shit my food is burning."

"are you fucking kidding me?" you whispered in shock.

every week, the team gives you a paper on who or what to cover for each week’s news broadcast. you were excited until you saw what segment you were covering. that was the number-two pro-hero, hot-headed, your ex. katsuki bakugo.

what the fuck are you going to do now? you haven't talked or even faced bakugo since your breakup.

"since you used to attend ua, we thought you could interview an old friend!" your coworker squealed excitedly.

"and perhaps he’ll open up about his past since you know him." they leaned in whispering to you.

but of course, your co-workers didn’t know you and bakugo used to have a thing going on. you couldn’t blame them because you simply never told them.

you weakly smiled at your peer, hoping your uneasiness wasn’t obvious.

how the fuck are you going to face your ex?

you reached katsuki’s agency, you looked up at the tall building. your nervousness expands even more than when you read that you were going to cover your ex for the whole day.

you focused on your breathing, trying to calm down your heart that was pounding faster than usual. when your breathing calmed down, you pulled on the doors and entered. you walked up to the reception and smiled at her.

"i’m here to interview dynamite." you showed the receptionist your identification card.

saying bakugo’s pro-hero name, "dynamite," left a weird taste in your mouth, you were so used to saying katsuki or bakugo. it just felt weird to say his pro-hero name, but if you were to say bakugo’s actual name, you would get blank stares.

"oh, you must be the reporter! come this way."

she stood up from her desk and led you to bakugo’s office. and there you saw the blond spikey hair you learned to love so dearly. bakugo’s features have matured a bit since you last saw him, and you noticed some unfamiliar scars from bakugo’s past fights.

you can't help but look down at the floor to hide your smile after seeing bakugo’s shocked face. the receptionist bowed before exiting the room, which made you look up at bakugo.

"...hey dynamite, how are you?"

no matter how much you try to sound happy, you can't help but sound just a tinge of bitterness. you didn’t know what to call him because of… obvious reasons. but you can see bakugo visibly cringe at what you said.

"just call me katsuki, for old times' sake."

he smiled at you, but you couldn’t tell whether it was a sad or a happy one. you didn’t know what you hoped for, to be honest. bakugo stood up from his chair to give you a handshake. it felt rougher and tougher compared to the last time you held hands with him.

"you probably know what we’re going to do, but just to make sure you know. i will first interview you on your pro-hero life and your…" you trailed off. "and your younger days."

bakugo stayed quiet at your news. you didn’t know what he was thinking. but to be honest, you kind of hope he will mention something about you. bakugo nodded after a few minutes.

"let’s start, shall we?"

you started setting up, making a camera appear on your right cheek. you held out your notebook and pen. bakugo straightened his posture and clamped his two calloused hands together.

"first question, what made you want to become a pro-hero?"

it took bakugo a few seconds to think about his carefully considered response. before opening his mouth to speak again.

"it was and still is my childhood dream. i would always see all might saving people being saved left and right on television when i was a child. and because of that, all might inspire me to become even better than our past number-one hero."

you look at the pre-written notes that your team has prepared in advance for you.

"with a man who is extremely headstrong and ambitious, was it hard to make and keep your friends?"

this time, bakugo didn’t need any time to think of his response.

"i never really sought out to make friends, even when i maintained a decent relationship with people. i have always denied that we were friends. like this one time, when i had a work-study in my first year of ua with shoto and deku with another previous number one pro-hero, endeavor, shoto’s father. and i forgot exactly the conversation leading up to it, but i would always angrily tell how "i’m not fuckin’ friends with shoto."

bakugo would do some air quotes until he looked a bit shocked and said, "wait, i’m allowed to curse right?" you just nodded in reply; you know you couldn’t stop bakugo from cursing anyways.

you would’ve thought bakugo would ever be considerate enough to think about his cursing with other people. you guessed that this is due to bakugo growing older. you also noticed his anger management issues have gotten a lot better. he argued less but was still headstrong and wouldn’t let anyone be better than him.

"okay, one last question before i would just follow you around for the day."

you flipped a page over to the next question, which made your mouth drop open from the shock. you cursed your coworker in your mind; of course, they would ask such a personal question since you used to know bakugo. you quickly composed yourself and began to speak.

"now for a more personal question, with such a determined, hot-headed man, have you ever gotten into a relationship? are you in one at this time?"

bakugo’s eyes widened and he smiled awkwardly at you. "i’ve only been in two relationships my whole life. my first relationship was with my first love; i’ve loved them for four years, starting in middle school and continuing through high school. until they suddenly broke up with me."

bakugo lets out a pause, which lets you comment. "oh my god, i’m so sorry, dynamite."

you truly are sorry, but seeing how bakugo ended up. perhaps it was a good thing to break up your relationship with bakugo. but all bakugo did was wave you off with a smile.

"it’s okay; i’ve gotten over them after a while. but thanks to them, i’ve met my wonderful fiance." bakugo smiled warmly, showing the diamond ring on his ring finger.

"congrats."

after spending an awkward day following your ex around, write down notes on what bakugo would do that can make him stand out compared to other heroes. but as the minutes pass, more regret and guilt arise from you.

you missed the blonde man so much. you missed following him around, it felt like middle school once again. working on a stupid project and coming over to his house often. as the sun starts to set, you wrap up your things and start to say goodbye to your once-loved.

"well, this is it." this will be the last time to ever see him again. you start to walk out until bakugo gently grabs your wrist, stopping you.

"before you go, i would like to get some closure. you know?" you turned around to fully face bakugo, letting go of the grip the man had on your wrist.

"why did you break up with me?"

"the reason is simple, kats: i felt like i was going to hold you back from reaching your full potential. so even though i still loved you, i let you go." you turn away from the man, feeling the tears starting to gather. you already know this isn’t going to end well for you.

"oh, and by the way, katsuki? congrats on your marriage, truly." your voice wavered, but you smiled widely, trying to cover up your unforgiving tone.

bakugo gave you a pitiful smile. normally, you would love seeing his smile, but this time you can’t help but feel anger well up inside of you. how dare bakugo smile at you as if he were still in love with you? how dare he look better than ever, as if you two never went through such a heartbreaking breakup? but you can’t help but feel even more anger at yourself. you felt yourself melt a little at how bakugo’s eyes crinkled, you truly still do love bakugo.

but he wasn’t yours anymore.

"thank you, y/n." you turned the doorknob of katsuki’s office. "goodbye, katsuki."