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asmallnerd · 3 years

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Autistic Shoto Todoroki

The analysis

First off, I would like to say that this is purely a passion project. I am not a professional, I am an autistic teenager and I’m just very interested in this character because I heavily relate to him. I’ve collected some scenes from the manga and two specific things from the third light novel.

If you could boost this (if you’re interested that’d be great because while I really enjoy doing this it does take a lot of time! With that being said let’s dive into this and I hope you find this interesting!

Could Shoto Todoroki be autistic? Here is why I think he absolutely could.

Emotional perception

Let’s start with one of the most obvious things about his character. The emotional factor.

Shoto doesn’t emote in the way his peers do. Now, of course this also plays into the brooding mysterious guy archetype, but that’s not what we’re talking about.

Shoto’s face is typically relatively neutral, this is apparent from the moment we first meet him and while he does tend to express his emotions more clearly later in the story, it doesn’t ever really change. Something that immediately comes to mind is how in chapter 202 Iida asks if Shoto is alright because Iida noticed his expression change (because he knows him very well by this point). Ojiro points out that he did not notice this, since Shoto’s face barely changes at all.

We see Shoto in a lot of situations where his peers show excitement while his expression remans completely flat. This lack of emoting is something extremely common in people with autism. It’s not that they don’t have emotions or don’t express them at all, they just do it in a way that is hard to understand for people outside the spectrum or those who don’t know the autistic individual very well. They often struggle to understand what emotion they’re feeling in the first place and of course it’s hard to express feelings if you don’t know what you’re feeling.

Shoto doesn’t only show difficulty expressing his emotions but also recognizing those of other people. One of the best examples of this is the final exam arc, where he gets paired up with Yaoyorozu. In chapter 63 specifically, he doesn’t realize that Yaoyorozu is upset about something even though to someone else it’d probably have been obvious. Only when Aizawa points out that he should listen to her does he notice that he’s been doing something wrong. Shoto didn’t notice she was upset, and he didn’t notice he was being rude.

Emotions and emotional responses are continuously shown to be difficult for Shoto to handle. What he has absolutely no issues with, on the other hand, are academics. Of course, we can naturally assume that he’s been drilled to study hard from a very young age, but he is also extremely intelligent outside of the classroom. During the sports festival he is the first person shown to figure out that the obstacle course poses a lot more disadvantages to the people in the lead, during the practical exam, he is able to come up with a solid strategy very quickly.

During the training camp arc, him and Deku are the ones to come up with a strategy to protect Bakugo on the spot. He also doesn’t seem to consider his intelligence anything special. A lot of autistic people tend to assume that other people’s experiences align with their own. This can be seen when he seems surprised about Denki worrying that he’ll fail the written final exam. He asks how he could possibly fail if he’s been attending class, like the concept is entirely foreign to him (also there’s about a 0% chance this was a joke because this is Shoto we’re talking about.) He is very good at logical problem solving but emotional issues seem to stump him.

Literacy and verbal filters

Moving on, another big factor that Shoto seems to struggle with is his tendency to be overly literal and very blunt. There are several instances where he says things that we as readers as well as other characters perceive as insensitive. Once again, his interaction with Denki about the final exams (chapter 60) can be an example. He didn’t seem to think it was inappropriate and because this is Shoto, he didn’t ask to tease him either. Denki even points out that this was insensitive to say. A more subtle example is his conversation with Izuku in chapter 73, when they talk about Kota. His overall phrasing is fine, but he remains very blunt and direct and essentially ends up telling Izuku that his tendency to cut to people’s hearts with his words is annoying.

My personal favorite for an example can be found in chapter 83, in the hospital after the training camp, when the class visits Izuku, Shoto points out that “Of course Bakugo isn’t here.” Needless to say, he couldn’t possibly have timed this statement any worse. It wasn’t necessary in the first place, but he didn’t register it as something inappropriate to say.

One example of not him being unintentionally rude but just showing a different approach to telling the truth is seen in the third light novel. The fifth chapter revolves around the class preparing a birthday party for Iida. At one point, Sato asks if Iida has food allergies out of nowhere. Iida naturally asks why he needs to know this, Shoto is immediately ready to answer the question honestly, which would have spoiled the surprise, had Izuku not stepped in.

Autistic people often have trouble seeing whether something is or isn’t appropriate to say. Neurotypical people’s brains have a filtering process, it helps them be aware of possible responses to a statement. This filtering process is not functional or only limited in autistic people.

Shoto is also overly literal. In chapter 57, he gets upset over his friends continuously getting their hands hurt and refers to himself as “the hand crusher”. He is very serious about this and does not understand how Iida and Izuku could possibly think he was joking.

In chapter 164, he answers Gang Orca’s metaphoric question entirely seriously. During the interview training in chapter 241 he first seems confused by the made-up mission in the first place. He then proceeds to ask Mt Lady if she has a heart condition when she uses the phrase “My heart would burst out of my chest”. Finally, he appears genuinely horrified when she calls him a “lady killer” (“My smile will kill women..?!”)

In chapter 257, when Mineta claims school talk will “ruin the taste of the food”, Shoto simply says it tastes the same to him, to which Mineta proceeds to call him out for being overly literal.

Autistic people typically struggle to understand jokes and sarcasm, in fact, it’s often one of the main characteristics in people with an ASD diagnosis.

Overfamiliarity and Oversharing

Shoto’s tendency to overshare is another thing that is very typical foe ASD.

He doesn’t seem to understand that telling his life story to a classmate he’s barely interacted with prior is not exactly an appropriate thing to do. He repeats this later with All Might and, most notably, in chapter 165, when talking to the preschoolers during his provisional licensing course.

He also seems to have a slightly different perception of what makes someone friends than his classmates. As shown in chapter 241, to him, spending time with Bakugo during the licensing course is enough to deem them friends. Even when Bakugo points out that there is no correlation between the time spent together and friendship, he still doesn’t seem to understand.

Autistic people tend to become overly familiar and are easily attached to people if they perceive just one of their interactions as positive.

Attachment to inanimate things

This is something not really shown in the manga, but noteworthy, nonetheless. We know that Shoto, upon moving into the dorm building, remodeled his entire room from a modern, more western style room, into a traditional Japanese style one. The second chapter of the third novels goes into depth about why he did this. Shoto was entirely dumbstruck and thrown off by how different the room is from what he was used to. He knew the traditional Japanese rooms from home and his brain assumed that the dorms would be the same. He felt like the different style was wrong. He doesn’t like the unfamiliar flooring and even a small thing like the positioning of the light switch bother him.

He’s not comfortable in the unfamiliar environment, so he decides to change it.

Autistic people often struggle to adjust to changes. In environment and routine. They feel most comfortable in a well established and familiar routine, that includes the feel of their living space. A change of environment this drastic would be extremely stressful for someone on the spectrum.

Another thing that isn’t particularly obvious but does make sense when considered is that Shoto seems to have a comfort food (cold soba). While he’s never shown or stated to be a picky eater he does seem to opt for the same food whenever he gets the chance. Autistic people often have a very restricted diet due to sensory processing issues that apply to food textures, smells and taste.

Additional points

Shoto seems to be a little face blind. He doesn’t know who Kota is when Izuku mentions him, which seems to genuinely surprise Izuku. He also didn’t remember Inasa at all despite them having been at the same entrance exam.

In chapter 202 he’s shown completely zoning out. Of course, this can happen to anyone, I just found it interesting because it was shown so clearly, making it obvious that it was something we should pay attention to.

In the novel chapter in which he remodels his room it is also mentioned that the feeling of synthetic floor against his feet upsets him.

Shoto also seems relatively indifferent to temperature. Of course, that would correlate to his quirk as well, but it is also common for autistic people to struggle with temperature perception as well as other things that neurotypical people don’t struggle to recognize like hunger or thirst. This specifically applies to situations where you would typically end up in pain like, for example, frostbite. Shoto would obviously be used tot his but him showing no reaction at all to his body halfway freezing over was a little unnerving.

He also is shown to be relatively uninterested in certain social events like for example the room competition after the class moves into the dorms. He doesn’t want to be there; he’d rather go to sleep. In the beginning he also shows clear disinterest in making friends with his classmates. Both very typical things for people on the spectrum.

In chapter 244, Hawks asks Shoto a question in a way that seems to confuse him so much he can’t even form a coherent response. [Hawks: “Seemed like you were in trouble, Endeavor.” Endeavor: “Me? Not a chance.” Hawks: “But it seemed that way, didn’t it, Shoto?” Shoto: “Um..I…uh…”]

He probably didn’t register if Hawks actually wanted him to answer or not.

In chapter 64 he mistakes Yaoyorozu crying for her feeling sick, horribly misreading her expressions.

This last point is more personal than the rest, watching his reactions to Endeavor’s fight with the Nomu in chapter 190 made me think of the stress progression that often causes autistic shutdowns. Shoto was clearly becoming more and more stressed as he was watching and once it was over simply seemed to shut down. That is a very typical response to emotional distress or overstimulation in autistic people.

Final disclaimer

This is purely for my own entertainment; it is not meant to be offensive to anyone and I am not saying that this is absolutely what is going on. I’m simply elaborating on a theory/headcanon that I have. That being said, if you have questions feel free to drop them in the ask box, I’d be thrilled!

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shoichee · 4 years

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Red Rose

Part 3 of the Pun Fest collection!

Akashi x Reader

Word Count: 4,355

Synopsis: You made it a challenge for yourself as the esteemed 1st year class clown to get a reaction out of Akashi. Not just any Akashi, however. Boku-Akashi. Things quickly get too out of hand.

Note: I will be trying to avoid describing the “color” of Akashi’s eyes because they are actually a non-diegetic effect, where the animation/visuals are flashy/emphasized for the audience to see, but in the canon universe, they don’t actually look like that and no one will actually see said animations, and such.

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“...and after that, his ass fell flat on the floor right in front of everybody! Can you believe that?”

As your voice chimed throughout the halls, your fellow classmates were stifling their laughter but chortles still escaped from their suppressed lips. Hayama smacked your head in utter embarrassment.

“You’ve already told that story to everyone, c-cut it out already!”

“Kotarooooo,” you pouted. “Not my fault that they kept asking for me to retell it again.” You stuck your tongue at him.

“Tch,” he clicked his tongue, figurative irk marks popping up on his temple. “You needa show some more respect to your senpais!” With that, he started grabbing your head to mess with your hair.

“H-Hey! It’s not my fault that you tried to impress a passerby 3rd year girl by doing a failed dribbling trickshot,” you vehemently protested, trying to rip his strong grip off your poor hairline.

Your classmates were either watching with complete entertainment or with concern for your safety as both you and the Uncrowned King were duking it out and sidestepping each other.

… That is, until they grew increasingly uncomfortable after spotting a particular redhead walking in their direction.

You and Hayama were too invested in the playfight to notice the unforeseen deathly silence and chilled air that accompanied it.

“Kotarō.”

With a simple call from his airy tone that still somehow glaciated the sunniest of atmospheres, he halted both of you (with his hand still fisted in your hair and you still pulling his cheek) to turn your attention to the person to whom the voice belonged.

Akashi Seijuro.

“C-captain!” Hayama separated from you at an inhumane speed that rivaled his lightning dribbling. You stiffened yourself straight like a plank.

You’ve heard the rumors. From whispering gossipers to personal testimony from your blonde best friend, you knew his presence meant anything but pleasant.

“Did you forget that we had practice today?”

Holy shit. You glanced in the corner of your eye to see Hayama paled before he gulped. Was he gonna be okay?

You dared not move a muscle from where you stood, hoping not to attract the basketball captain’s attention, but you knew you stuck out like a sore thumb after seeing how all the students huddled closer to the walls while you were stuck in the middle along with Hayama and Akashi.

“I knew that you forgot, so I came by for your sake so we can all start practice together as an absolute team.”

Ah… there was his infamous favorite word.

Akashi flickered his catlike gaze to you. He didn’t miss the way your body was paralyzed by fear, but he slightly narrowed his pupils at the fact that you almost looked curious about him.

“We’re going.” He gracefully pivoted around to walk the opposite direction in where he came from.

“I-I’ll see you later, dummy,” he whispered, giving you a playful wink before he strode up to Akashi’s pace, but you knew from his tense back that he was scared shitless of whatever inevitable punishment drill he was going to be tortured by.

You recovered from your stupor and tried to ease Hayama with a joke. “Don’t act all tough, Kota! I know you’re gonna akashit your pants!—” You snorted trying to finish your one-liner but finding your own joke funny. “P-pf-pfft, don’t slip on the floor again, okay?”

And just like that, with your words, the students around you eased up and let out soft chuckles.

Hayama turned back around even as he continued walking. “Oi! Watch it, kid!” He made the motions of pointing his eyes to you, but you knew that he was grateful for you in trying to unravel his bundle of nerves.

Akashi, still walking, merely glanced back at your figure, unamused at your “joke” but nonetheless almost impressed that you actually had some type of leadership charisma to be able to uplift a crowd’s mood in an instant.

. . .

Everyone released a huge sigh of collective relief once the basketball-player duo was out of sight.

“Are you insane, (l/n)?” Another good friend of yours went up to your side. “You had the balls to literally say such a thing in front of him? Of all people?”

“Well, it’s not like, I’d get sent to the faculty office because of him…” you muttered. On second thought, you probably would. This was Akashi Seijuro you were talking about.

Everyone started clamoring as they all started seeing you in a much higher regard; some of them even looked at you with starry eyes and others swore to be your new admirers. The rest, though, thought you had just sealed your fate by getting under Akashi’s radar.

“You’ll be missed and honored,” a classmate said, giving a solid pat to your right shoulder. “What type of flowers would you like for your funeral?”

“Hmmm,” you hummed, pointing to your chin and staring at the grand ceiling. You turned to them. “Roses as red as Akashi’s hair and the blood of his victims.”

“(l/n), you did not—”

“Oh my god.”

“Is it too late to become religious just to pray for your wellbeing?”

You just summoned chaos in the hallway for the next hour.

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The next morning was just another indication of a mild, warm day in Kyoto as you walked past Rakuzan’s school gates. Or at least, you thought the morning would be fine. Even with your thick uniform blazer, you swore that you felt cold chills running down your spine every now and then when you were strolling your normal route to your class.

There’s the cold chills again.

You stopped and looked around your shoulders and behind your back. No one shady was near; they were all too busy chatting with their friends or changing their shoes in their lockers to care much for your presence. Those who noticed you nearby had already given you a friendly greeting.

You hesitantly walked again, being your usual carefree self but now being hyper aware in tracking the students around you. Your eyes widened.

There.

Had you blinked in that moment, you would have surely missed it, but a flash of red flitted around a corner of a hallway. You sighed and groaned inwardly.

Your classmates were right: you were going to die by the hands of a certain redhead.

This was the price you had to pay for not passing up the perfect opportunity for an iconic line.

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“Say,” you said turning to your friend once you entered your classroom. “Has Akashi ever shown a side other than being a calm freak?”

“I don’t know if you ever wanna see anything different than that,” she replied, looking up from her homework.

“Imagine him laughing, though. That’d be news of the century.”

“Dear god, I can’t imagine him laughing other than the kind of scheming cackle you’d get from the TV show villains.” You bursted into a fit of snorts while other students, who were secretly eavesdropping out of curiosity after hearing Akashi’s name, snickered.

Another student wedged himself into your conversation. “No one’s ever seen him show any side of him though. Honestly, he’s like a demon.”

“He’s a 1st year student just like the rest of us,” you chided. “Come on, he’s human too. He wasn’t born to be a calculating machine.”

Everyone in the vicinity gave you incredulous looks (for valid reasons, to be fair).

“Hmph!” You crossed your arms. “I’ll prove it to you guys! He’s not as stone-cold as you think!”

“(y-y/n)-san…” Your friend from earlier tugged onto your sleeve. “You’re really fun to hang around with and all, but…”

“Yeah, um… We know you’re competitive and don’t like to back down, but I think you shouldn’t tread into this type of… dangerous territory.”

“Did you already forget what happened with Hayama-senpai yesterday?”

Pretty soon, a large chorus of agreements and mumbles spread throughout your class. Irked, you pouted as you continued to cross your arms.

“I’m gonna make him laugh, and I’ll do it.”

“Uh..”

“Um…”

No one had the heart to disagree with you when you looked like you sparked a fiery aura around yourself as you raised your fists, ready to take it as a challenge for yourself.

Your classmate sighed. Welp, there’s a reason why you got along with Hayama so well in the first place.

You were both so overly enthusiastic and reckless.

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You’ve been thrumming your fingers on your desk throughout your classes, staring blankly as you start stringing up ideas on how to accomplish your “challenge.”

Succeeding in making Akashi laugh is like Hayama agreeing to let the dentist extract his snaggletooth. You’re basically asking for the impossible.

Maybe you should’ve settled for a more realistic goal, but then again, this entire ordeal was an entire miracle on its own.

Ah ha. You stopped your finger taps, hitting a fist to your palm in realization. Maybe you just need to get a reaction out of him, and the rest will eventually fall into place.

At the same time, your friend looked at you in worry; you were making odd hand gestures and mumbling to yourself as you went too deep within your thoughts to regard your surroundings.

Oh dear.

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Once lunch began, you immediately left class after incoherent chants of “seeyah” and “gotta go” to go look for Hayama’s corpse and pay your respects for the poor 2nd year after yesterday.

You bought sweet bread from the student store for his offering before you went to look for him.

At the sight of the completely lethargic Hayama, you ran up to him in mock grief.

“Ah, spirit-sama!” you cried out, bowing with your hands clasped together (the bread secured in between). “Please at least tell me that Kota died peacefully—” He interrupted you with a chop to the head.

“Ow! Please don’t curse me, spirit! I didn’t treat him that poorly when he was alive…” You winced, rubbing your head in an attempt to soothe the impact.

“I’m not dead, idiot!” he retorted, but his banter lacked bite, and both of you knew why.

You sighed before you flashed him a genuine worried expression. “Are you okay, though?” You promptly handed him the bread, and he immediately did a 180, hooting and having starry eyes at the package.

“Of course I am,” he said, munching on the bread. “Not! He made me do so many extra drills and exercises that I seriously thought I was gonna die!”

“Okay, before you totally freak out, but please don’t freak out,” you started. You told him about your plan about Akashi.

“You’re gonna WHAT—”

“SHHHhhhHHH—” You clamped over his mouth despite him still chewing. “What did I just say?”

“Reo-nee! Ei-chan!” he called out while you still attempted to close his yapper. “Save meeeee!”

The said Uncrowned Kings nearby eyed you two before looking at each other and shrugged; they strolled up to you.

“Oh? (y/n)-chan?” Reo tucked his strands behind his ear. “Has he been causing a ruckus?”

“I have not—”

“Actually, since you’re here anyways, I wanna ask you all something,” you said. “What do you know about Akashi personally?”

“Huh?” was all you heard from the Uncrowned Kings.

“Well…” Reo hummed. “I might know a thing or two about Sei-chan…”

“I’ll just go get lunch,” Nebuya called out.

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Day 1 of the Challenge.

Thanks to Reo, you knew most of Akashi’s schedules so you can find the perfect opportunities to “safely” encounter him.

You waited behind a corner of the hall that you knew Akashi would walk through to get to the student council room during lunch. Peeking out, you looked for scarlet hair, ignoring the judgmental (and curious) glances thrown your way here and there.

The moment you saw that everyone instantly collectively vanished, you knew Akashi was extremely nearby. You took a huge breath, expanding your chest to the point of exaggeration, and turned around the corner to finally meet the infamous emperor.

You casually strolled, putting up an impeccable act that you were naturally there rather than staking out the same spot for 20 minutes.

There he is.

You purposely got closer, hoping the closeness between you two would catch his attention. He walked without a change in expression, however, impassively eyeing you before turning his gaze back to the front. That’s when you saw your opportunity.

You almost bumped into him, but you jumped away at the last second while putting your hands up in surrender.

“W-whoa! Wahh, sorry, Akashi-san!” you quickly apologized in a bow. “Luckily, I had my emperor’s eye to foresee the future and prevented any mishap on my part.” You peeked up from your position to see him standing with his back to you, head turned to the side.

A few beats of silence passed before he said, “Your head is too high.”

“Huh?” You were thrown off. That was the last thing you expected him to say. “Wouldn’t my head not be high because I’m bowing?”

He was still assessing you from the corner of his eye, and you willed yourself to return his stare.

“Stay out of my way.”

“Then you should take your own advice,” you huffed, getting up from your bow. “Yesterday morning, I knew you were watching me at some point before you disappeared.”

But he just turned his head back to the front and continued his intended course for the student council room.

Day 1 Results: he scared the daylights out of you instead of you trying to unnerve him.

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Day 2 of the Challenge.

What the hell did he mean by “your head is too high?” You still couldn’t decipher his cryptic line. Maybe he just said it to everyone, but that would be really corny of him; he wasn’t that type of person.

Did he think you were too much of a peasant to even talk to him?

You gritted your teeth. You weren’t gonna give up any time soon.

When everyone was dismissed after school, Hayama let you accompany him to Rakuzan’s spacious gym, under the belief that you were going to go home right after.

As soon as you were both in front of the bulky front doors, you marched right in, catching the blonde off guard so much at the fact that you waltzed in there (full knowing Akashi was in there). He couldn’t yank you out in time even with his lightning reflexes, and you skipped around, being careful to stay near the gym walls to not disrupt anyone. You plopped yourself on one of the further benches where you knew none of the players would ever sit, and as soon as you knew Akashi was in earshot (who was ignoring your existence), you smirked.

“Hey Kota!”

“Huh?” He looked up from rummaging through his duffel bag.

“I’ve heard shogi is being played a lot more by people our age for once, but don’t you think it’s such a dread to play such a dull hobby?”

“Yeah, righ—oh.” He swallowed back his answer in seeing Akashi behind you a few meters away, being as still as a statue.

You gleefully looked behind you, hoping for any entertaining response.

Without moving, he slinked his pupils to you before grabbing a water bottle and leaving.

“C-c-can you just drop this entire thing already?” Hayama runs to your side to give your shoulders a firm shake. “I swear to god, you’re not gonna live at this point!”

“You’re right,” you said. “Just for today, I’ll have to retreat before I’ll die.”

“Not just today!” He shook you harder. “I mean stop this for good!”

“Kota, I already signed a death certificate the moment I bumped into him yesterday. Might as well go all out.”

“Oh god, you started this yesterday?”

“Well, I gotta go! See you tomorrow!”

“... More like see you never.”

Day 2 Results: his reaction was inconclusive, but it was more of a failure than success.

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Day 3 of the Challenge.

You were pondering about how to annoy Akashi next, both excited and terrified about where this was going to end up.

“(l/n).”

“Y-yes?” You stood straight up from your seat the moment your homeroom teacher called you.

“During lunch, please make your way to the student council room. You’re needed.”

What in the world was going on?

You fidgeted in your seat for the next few hours, shooting anxious glances at the clock every so often. All your classmates’ words of encouragement went through one ear and out the other.

“You’ll be fine!”

“I’m sure a teacher just wants you to help out with some workload…”

“We’re rooting for you!”

As the lunch bell rang, you braced yourself before you promptly made your way to the room that reeked of that particular chilled atmosphere that repelled most students away.

You prodded the door open, slipped in, and softly clicked the door shut before turning around to face the poker-faced terror sitting on his desk, watching your every move.

“Right on time.”

“You called me here?”

Akashi paid no heed to your outburst and continued. “I’ll admit. I’m quite interested in you. You have the innate sense of magnetism that draws others in.”

D-did he just compliment you?

“I would like to put your leadership to the test. You’re now vice.”

“What? You can’t just make a decision like that!”

“I ordered him to quit. There shouldn’t be a problem.”

What the hell?

What the hell, what the hell, what the hell—

Akashi looked at you like he was peering into the depths of your conscience and simply gave a civil smile.

“I hope you will contribute greatly to this school.”

Day 3 Result: a miserable failure.

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Day 4 of the Challenge.

You’re stressed, and it’s all Akashi’s fault.

Which made you even more determined to ruffle his feathers and rile him up.

When news broke out of your new “promotion” as vice president, your classmates celebrated for you and your already high popularity skyrocketed. Your teachers didn’t want to hear you talking about quitting when you “haven’t tried anything yet to know if this job was for you.”

The Rakuzan’s basketball starters (minus Mayazumi) were initially ecstatic for you as well… until you told them about Akashi’s string-pullings.

“I’ll make sure Sei-chan won’t do anything, okay (y/n)-chan?”

“Thanks a bunch, Reo-kun… or should I say… Reokunma (Rilakkuma bear)?” You snapped your fingers at him. He just stared at you and patted your head, totally disregarding the fact that you made a pun.

“Just pack in the muscles and you’ll have nothing to worry about!” Nebuya flexed his biceps before getting a scolding from Reo.

“Shortie! Call me whenever you need help!” Hayama dropped his elbow on top of your shoulder to emphasize his point.

“Argh, Kotarō! You’re not that much taller than me at all!” You rolled your eyes. “If anyone, why don’t you say that to Akashi?”

“Say what.”

Oh fuck.

“S-Sei-chan!...” Reo walked over to Akashi. “If you’re here for us, I thought practice didn’t start until much later!”

“I am here for (y/n).”

His irises contracted, highlighting his feline pupils. “I am depending on you as vice president to make this school an absolute powerhouse.”

He still somehow made that sound extremely condescending, like a king encouraging a mere peasant.

You were scared out of your wits, but you weren’t going to crumble so easily. Not until Akashi did first.

“Buh-bye, everyone! Good luck in practice later!”

. . .

The walk back to the office was painfully silent. You decided to break it.

“I’m not taking back what I said, prez, you’re a shortie.”

He paused in his steps. “You run your mouth while knowing no bounds.”

“You’re just a spoilsport, y’know.”

“My orders are absolute.”

“You know, you’re scary as shit, but the whole ‘absolute’ line kinda grows old when I hear it every time I talk to you.”

Palpable silence blanketed between the two of you once again at your words.

This guy can’t even crack no matter what you do.

You stepped into the office and followed him to his desk. He walked to grab a pen from a drawer before he approached you.

He stepped forward, thrusted the sleek, black fountain pen to your face, and jerked back the writing instrument at the last millisecond.

You froze, forgetting to breathe as you felt the pen nib harshly prodding the tip of your nose.

“Do not make me repeat myself. My orders are absolute.”

He then gave you some paperwork and assignments to complete like nothing ever transpired.

Day 4 Results: you thought being relentless in your attacks would prove beneficial, but you’re starting to regret everything.

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Day 5 of the Challenge.

Maybe you needed to avoid direct confrontation, but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t get a reaction from him in other ways.

One small perk of being vice was the fact that you no longer needed to tail around Akashi in order to bump into him “coincidentally,” but you’re not sure if this sole advantage could outweigh the disadvantages, particularly one that might result in your early death.

You’re frankly not as scared as you should be, even though you definitely were at those times you were with Akashi. If anything, it pissed you off that he’s always able to get you to jump out of your skin.

He’s just a 1st year. He’s just a 1st year.

You went to the student council room early to tape on a note to his desk, so there wouldn’t be a chance that it would “fall off his desk” and that “he didn’t see it.”

Roses are red,

I suppose you’re “absolute.”

You’ll still be knocked dead,

And there’ll be no dispute.

You snickered. It was too funny to pass up.

Before you left, you took the time to survey around and get a solid look at the office interiors for the first time (since Akashi’s presence made it impossible for anyone to not pay attention to him).

It was ridiculously tidy, all the wooden furniture polished to the point where their mahogany varnishes shined. Books were meticulously ordered by alphabetical order and genres, and they looked like they were all dusted at every free chance. The rugs showcased simple circles, but the minimalism of them added to the office’s air of crisp cleanliness. The gray curtains gently framed the wide window behind Akashi’s desk. But what really caught your eye was a board of shogi and its pieces tucked away in a corner on a high shelf.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try knocking on Death’s door again.

. . .

Akashi’s shoe clicked on the floor as he opened the door. His steps continued to echo throughout the small room as he walked to his desk to start his work, that is, until he saw your note.

“Oh?” A grin snaked its way onto his face by the time he read the last line.

He severely underestimated you. You unexpectedly had tenacity.

No one has ever defied him repeatedly so openly before.

His expression put the notorious Cheshire cat to shame, his ulterior smile occupying half his face as his eyes widened in excitement equivalent to a predator.

Feeling pumped for the first time in a while, he decided to expend his energy on shogi. He carefully brought down the board and placed it onto his desk, going through the familiar motions of unpacking and setting up a game, before he froze.

There were various pencil doodles on each shogi piece. All of them were variants of :/ and :).

You were taking a jab at his personality as well as his mannerisms.

He barked an amused harsh laugh.

. . .

Day 5 Results: truth be told, you were too scared to see him face to face right after your double stunts; since you knew his schedules, you only came into the student council office when you knew he wasn’t inside.

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Day 6 of the Challenge.

Continuing to avoid him would already confirm to Akashi that you were actually shaken up by the high possibility of him retaliating, and you definitely weren’t about to give him the satisfaction.

You went to class as always, and by break, you feigned innocence as you strolled into the council room, seeing Akashi leaning against the table.

“Good morning, Akashi.”

He nodded in acknowledgment before he gave a full, predatory smile, his pupils focused on you.

“To continue to fuel diligent work, it’s beneficial to recognize one’s efforts by giving gifts.”

What? Was he not going to bring up what you did yesterday?

He pulled out a single red rose and gracefully tilted it for you to take. You warily plucked it out of his hand.

In a different context, it would’ve been sweet or even romantic, but you knew Akashi ticked a different tune.

“I do hope that you will continue to stay and become even more efficient with your work.”

You gazed at the rose at your hand, confused, as Akashi started walking back out, heading for the door.

You gasped.

“... Did you overhear our conversations the other day in the hallway?”

He chuckled.

“I know the future, because I am absolute.”

“Bastard.” You clicked your tongue, turning to Akashi. “You knew the entire time?”

“Shogi is easily applied to every aspect of life. Move the correct pieces and you will always win.”

You turned back around to avoid letting Akashi see you in an embarrassed state. He played you like an absolute fiddle.

You scowled, and you were about to cross your arms in defiance until the sunlight from the window cascaded on something where your “note” used to be.

“Akashi, what’s that on your desk?” You tentatively walked up to the table to see a stainless glass vase with a single dark burgundy dahlia resting daintily against the inner rim.

His hand was on the doorknob before he turned back to face you.

“Dahliang,” his tone of voice light, almost mockingly saccharine. “Do be careful from now on.”

He left.

Day 6 Results: he completely destroyed you at your own game and sealed the final nail to your coffin with a pun.

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End Note: Black dahlias (which are actually dark burgundy in color) symbolize signs of warning, betrayal, and other negative emotions.

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The traitor 2/2

Dabi x reader

I really needed to finish this bc I couldn't focus on literally anything but Dabis dick. 🥵

Warnings: 18+, smut, Dabis identity

Part One

Words: 7,864

What’s one word to describe this trip you ask? Nerve-racking, from the moment you left your apartment to the moment you entered the bus. Everything seemed like a blur at this point as you walked through the bus to find the only empty seat next to your target, Bakugou. It’s not exactly guilt you felt, you knew this was inevitable, but you did contemplate the outcome of this.

The League could fail, although that was unlikely from the plan Dabi told you, he could refuse or he could possibly join by some miracle. You haven’t the slightest clue but you were damn sure on one thing, you were gonna do everything in your power to ensure the Leagues success from the shadows. Sitting next to Bakugou you made sure to give him a curt nod as a sort of greeting.

“Haah? What makes you think you can sit there you damn extra?” “What do you want me to do? Stand for how many hours this trip takes? No thanks, if you don’t want to sit next to me then get up and leave.”

That seemed to pop a nerve in the boy, making him shout for a few seconds but ultimately falling silent when Aizawa told him to be quiet. ‘Thank God’ you thought to yourself as you laid back, thinking of ways to get the schedule for the next few days.

You put your headphones on, not wanting to be distracted by any unnecessary noise as your mind slowly drifts off to this morning.

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You woke up to the annoying sound of your alarm clock bursting to life just to make your life a little more miserable. “For fucks sake, who schedules a trip for 6 AM...” You thought, silently groaning at the stiffness in your body. You got up, stretched, did your morning routine of brushing your teeth, combing and styling your hair etc.

Ready to go make yourself breakfast, you certainly didn’t expect Dabi to still be here, let alone fully awake and shirtless in the middle of your kitchen. You discreetly admired his physique from the entrance of the kitchen, gawking at the muscles on his back, flexing every time he reached for something.

‘Holy shit’ you knew Dabi was an attractive and physically fit man, despite his kinda lanky built, but this wasn’t what you were expecting at all. His shoulders and 1/3 of his back are the same charred skin covering his face and chest but what you weren’t expecting was he smooth, pale skin of the rest of his back. The contrast extremely attractive in your eyes as you do nothing but stare and wonder what the front view is like.

As if hearing your thoughts, he turns slightly exposing the well defined muscles of his abdomen. Your eyes drawn immediately to the harsh skin of his collarbone, down the valley of his abs to the exposed, very prominent and very attractive v-line dipping to his most private area.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying the view but it’s not exactly nice to stare so hard for so long unless you’re planning on doing something about it.” Visibly flinching, you turn around, (poorly) hiding your more than flushed cheeks. “Get over y-yourself! I was just wondering why you were still here since you usually leave b-before I wake up.” “Aaw, dollface is so flustered she can’t even look me in the eyes. Don’t be so embarrassed, it’s normal to feel excited after that. You know, I could help with that in no time flat-...”

“OK, OK I GET IT! Shut up and answer my question, what are you still doing here?” You turn to face him, metaphorical steam coming out of your ears at his daring comments. He returns to what he was previously doing, which you now notice is making coffee and a sandwich. “Well I...don’t need to answer that.” He avoids the question completely, taking the 2 cups of coffee and sandwich to the living room table.

“That’s not fair Dabi! My house, my rules. Now answer the question.” Thinking he made a sandwich just for himself, you go to the fridge but stop once he called out to you “It’s your sandwich dumbass, I can’t eat in the mornings...” The last part being whispered as if it’s some secret.

You whipped your head so fast in his direction you’re surprised your neck didn’t snap. “What!? You? Dabi? The leach in my life who comes here just for the food, made something for me?“ You walked to the living room as you looked at him dead in the eyes. You leaned in far too close for his liking with narrowed eyes asking “What did you do to Dabi? Am I still sleeping? Toga, is that you?”

The proximity and teasing enough to slightly fluster him. He pushed at your face with his hand, blocking your view of him as he told you to shut up and eat like a normal person in silence.

You grabbed his hand, giggling as you removed it and agreed to eat while watching TV.

“...I won’t be able to come so often...” He mumbled into the coffee after a few minutes of silence. “Won’t be able to come? What are you talking about?”

“Well, you’re going to be at the camp in a few hours so I won’t be able to see you while you’re there...not to mention if this mission is a success and we get the explosive kid, that means I’ll have to be at the base more to keep watch and whatever. So I stayed today to be with you just a little more...” He said, not lifting his gaze from the TV during that whole monologue.

It now dawns on you, Dabi won’t be able to come in the evenings to spend the nights with you. “Oh” was the only word that left your mouth, unable to comprehend just how much this moment truly proved your feelings towards Dabi.

With a gentle smile on your lips, the slightest pink dusting the corners of your cheeks, you replayed his words over and over like a broken record. The smile on your face growing little by little as you thought of your own parents, who seemingly didn’t want you, just to then have Dabis words replay again and again assuring you there was someone who wanted ‘to be with you just a little more...’

The thought making you leap into his chest for a hug neither of you expected yet both enjoyed. “Uh, you okay Y/N?” He asked, patting you on the head. “Yeah! Can we - Can we just stay like this for a few minutes...please?”

“Sure, doll”

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That was your final interaction with Dabi this morning, shortly after getting up and leaving to go to UA. The moment you closed your door you hoped wholeheartedly you could see him in a few days, unscathed and exactly as you left him.

“Yo, dumbass! Move so I can get off the damn bus.” “Ah Bakugou...always one to ruin the peaceful atmosphere.” You mumble as you grabbed your stuff and got off the bus.

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“No more...” you mumble to yourself after the 8 hour trail down the mountain accompanied by some sort of clay beasts. While no one was paying attention, you quickly shot a text to Tomura with your current location. Your mentors for the duration of the camp, the Pussycats, praise you for the job well done and tell everyone to go to the dining hall for dinner and afterwards, take a bath and relax. The bath was a close call thanks to a certain pervert trying to scale the wall but thanks to the Kota he fell flat in the bath with a most endearing cry of pain, making the sadistic side of you giggle.

The next day was all about quirk training. Aizawa explained that everyone has grown emotionally but now was the time to focus on physical growth. Everyone got set up with personalized training, such as Bakugou dunking his hands in boiling water or Sero producing tape nonstop. You got set up with your own training regime and solely focused on that till about 4 PM - with the exception of a few breaks where you decided to snoop around a bit and ask one of the Pussycats if there were going to be more teachers here later on and the next days activities.

After the excruciating training, everyone was given the task of making dinner for the night, that being curry.

You smiled to yourself as you reminisced on the last time you made curry.

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You made your way home, exhausted and sore from the sparing session you just had with Dabi. He was merciless but you couldn’t deny the immeasurable help he provided, pushing himself and you past your limits after such a tiring day.

You opened the door to your apartment and set what little ingredients you got on the way back. “So Dabi, what do you want to eat?” You asked, expecting him to ramble on and on about some complicated meals, forcing you to make a whole feast.

“Curry.” The one word response had you looking at him with an eyebrow raised. “That’s it? Just curry?” “Yeah, got a problem with it or something?” He questioned, sitting on the couch with you following shortly. “No, not at all. I was just expecting something...more?” “You want me to name more? Ok, let’s start with-...”

“No, no. Too late now, I’m gonna go make the best damn curry you’ve ever had in your life.” You jump up before he can get a word in and head straight for the kitchen.

He looked at the direction you ran off to, a small smile making it’s way on his face as he thought of the enthusiasm you displayed just to cook some food. He’d never tell you, but the only reason he asked for just curry is because it was easier to make, filling and took less time. He knew you were exhausted, mentally (from the meeting with HandMan) and physically (from your intense training session), so he wanted to lessen the burden. This is when he truly began to care for someone again, to care for their well-being. The thought putting an even bigger smile on his face.

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Somewhere in the distance, on a cliff overlooking the whole forest lay 4 villains. 2 who you were very familiar with, that being Dabi and Toga. The last 2 you’ve never met before (thanks to your decrease in bar visits). One stood tall with a mask covering his face and a cloak covering his whole body from head to toe while the other had some sort of gasmask.

“Throbbing, it’s throbbing. Let’s hurry up already” The one with a mask covering his face said, antsy to start a fight. “Need I remind you Muscular of the one person you can’t fight?” Dabi asked, turning with a glare towards the said villain.

“Some (hair color and length) haired bitch with (eye color) eyes, riiight? What does it matter if I fight her? If I just passed her wouldn’t it seem suspicious? How about I break a few bones for good measure?” He taunted with a shit eating grin adorning his face. “Do that and I burn you till there's nothing left, not even ashes...” Dabi answered with full confidence, knowing he could easily cremate him - even with his quirk.

He scoffed, side-eyeing him. “What’s even the deal with her? Is she your personal slut or something? If she’s here, that means she’s a hero or student right? And I came here to fuck up every hero, present or future.”

Dabi, just about having enough of his ‘colorful’ language towards you turns but gets cut of by Toga. “Oh don’t be silly, how do you think we know the location of the camp? She’s the traitor amongst them.”

“Exactly, so we are currently here waiting for her to send a message about tomorrows activities and the attack plan.” Dabi monotonously to everyone he was already forming a plan to keep him as far away from you as possible.

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A new morning dawns and a new day of quirk training begins. Everyone resumed their training like normal except you who was more than visibly nervous thanks to the attack happening this evening at the test of courage.

By some miracle, you were able to locate a schedule left behind by one of the Pussycats detailing how after dinner there was going to be a test where Class B will try to scare Class A to prove their courage and creatively use their quirks. It seemed like the perfect opportunity given that Bakugou will be with one person in the middle of the woods without any teachers nearby.

When the time came you were paired up with Midoriya to be the last pair to enter the woods.

‘Perfect’ There was no better scenario, you will be able to go to the cabin in no time once the students will be inevitably forbidden to fight unless there was a need for it.

The fifth team, Uraraka and Tsuyu, have just left into the forest leaving you, Midoriya, Ojiro, Mineta, Iida, Koji and the Pussycats.

You’ve sort of isolated yourself from the group because you couldn’t act like everything's fine while in reality you were practically shaking with nerves. The problem was, you weren’t afraid for your well being, you were terrified for Dabis. You knew he was a more than capable fighter since you have sparred with him on more than one occasion but that still did little to ease your nerves.

Just as you were about to question what’s taking them so long you felt a harsh scent of black smoke in the air.

‘Ah, only Dabi can create such a fire to the point of instantly calming my nerves with the warmth it spreads.’ you thought as your attention was brought back by Pixie-bob’s head being smashed into the ground thanks to Magne, and Spinners instantaneous voice breaking the silence.

Game on...

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As instructed by the Pussycats you, Iida, Mineta, Koji and Ojiro ran towards the camp where you would have no other part in this attack. Your nerves for Dabi were hidden by the fact everyone thought it was because of the villains. You no longer needed to hide the fact you were shaking, eyes wide as saucers and slowly tearing up as you ran full speed trying to get away from the situation behind you.

Just a little more

Just a little...

“SENSEI!” The boys yelled for Aizawa the moment they saw the villain he pinned down...the same villain you hopped was far, far away from here...

“D-dabi...” You muttered, way behind anyone to hear as you stopped the moment the clearing came into view. ‘It can’t be...’ The thought of can and can’t leaving your mind the moment his head turned in your direction, making direct eye contact for just a second. In that second you clearly saw Dabis gorgeous teal eyes looking at you as if he didn’t expect you to be here.

You started heaving, chest rising up and down rapidly as you processed the scene in front of you. What was he doing here? You specifically warned him about Aizawa and that he couldn’t possibly fight him one on one. Dabi wasn’t the physical type, he relied on his quirk too much making him unable to fight someone like Aizawa for he would lose fast and hard.

You gulped feeling bile rise to your throat as you thought of your next move. No way...no way were you letting Dabi get caught. It would cost you your cover but you didn’t care. Taking a step closer, you decided to use the element of surprise to shock Aizawa with a simple attack, enough to distract him so you and Dabi could escape.

Before that could happen, Dabi used Aizawas shock at your arrival to get out of his hold and stand up. “This is as much damage as I can take, huh?” What did he mean by...that?

“Hey hero...” The capturing weapon gets tighter around him until it goes right threw him, revealing that the Dabi Aizawa was fighting was nothing more than a clone. “Are your students important?” He asked whilst looking at him straight in the eyes and disappearing into nothing but some brown sludge on the ground.

You couldn’t believe it...you almost blew your cover for a fucking clone...

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“Ah, dollface what took you so long?” Dabi asks as you enter the bar in full disguise - a hood covering your hair and a mask covering 3/4 of your face. It’s a pretty simple porcelain mask covering the top half of your face and half of your mouth with a complex pattern around the eyes. You even bought a voice-changer for this specific ‘guest’ of yours so he wouldn’t recognize you.

“Had some trouble after the mission” You answered, your voice (deeper/higher) than normal and a bit more mature-sounding. You walked up to Bakugou, chained to the chair like some sort of animal, examining for any injuries received during the attack. He lowly growled his disapproval for your proximity and told you to back off, which you complied to. Stepping to the farthest corner of the room away from everyone else you sat there while Tomura had a chat with him.

After a while it got extremely boring just hearing constant ‘join us’ and ‘no’-s. “What’s got you so moody doll? You haven’t even said hi.” Dabi whispered as he leaned on the wall close to you.

“Nothing Dabi, I’m just not in the mood to talk.” Was your only response as you got up and made your way to the back of the bar. “Say, Bakugou-kun. Do you want anything to eat? Drink? You haven’t had anything in a while now, and the situation surely can’t be helping that”

“I don’t want anything your shitty ass makes, it would probably taste like crap anyways.” As if on cue, his stomack faintly growls signaling his obvious hunger. You rolled your eyes taking the simple sandwich you made to stand in front of him.

“Look Bakugou-kun. You can either eat this sandwich you watched me make so you could be assured I didn’t spike it, or you can sit there hungry until you starve. Your choice.” “And how am I supposed to eat with my hand completely restrained dumbass?”

“Aaw, does the baby want me to feed him then?” “FUCK NO YOU CUNT!” You giggled to yourself, amused at how Bakugou could be in this situation yet be so feisty at the same time.

During the whole conversation Dabi looked at you and him spitefully. So you didn’t want to talk to him yet you can joke with the brat like it’s second nature? He fumed on the inside yet kept quite as Shigaraki had something to say.

“That’s enough out of you (villain name). Leave it at the table and sit down.” You huffed yet complied as you sat in your previous position near Dabi. “So what was that about?” He tried to ask, emotionless as ever. “What was what about?” You ask, avoiding his burning gaze at the side of your face.

“That? You refuse to speak to me and immediately after hang around the brat as if he were your boyfriend. Mind telling me what I did so wrong for this sort of treatment?” It was subtle, but you could detect a hint of annoyance in his voice. This made you angrier and more annoyed than you previously were. What right did he have to be upset with you?

“Oh, I don’t know Dabi.” You sarcastically said as his name dripped like poison from your lips. “Maybe it was the fact you didn’t bother to tell me you had Twice make clones to distract Eraser. Or the fact I almost blew my cover trying to rescue a goddamn clone!” You whisper shouted, making sure no one but him caught the last part.

Meanwhile Tomura was giving Bakugou some speech about how corrupt hero society really is. You didn’t really pay attention thanks to the anger slowly boiling in your veins towards the man in front of you.

“Is that all? Really? You’re an idiot if you planned to do something as stupid as try to help ‘me’ escape, even if that wasn’t a clone.” His jealousy and anger ranting before the logical side of his brain could speak as he glared at you with anger, confusion and a hint of sadness. “I didn’t know you were going to retreat back to the camp. For all I knew, you were around the explosive kid over there. Was that why you were so apposed to this mission, you didn’t want us kidnapping your little boyfriend and him finding out the truth?”

Taken aback you do nothing but look at him as Tomura says to let Bakugou go (his order not reaching your ears because of your own conversation). He ignored him and simply told Twice to do it as he was still expecting an answer from you.

“I can’t believe it...you know full well why I rejected this plan and it was NOT for something so - so implausible.” You shake your head as your voice cracks at the end of the sentence.

“And what do you mean that’s all? I was scared for you, I actually believed you went to fight Eraser on your own. I wanted to help you because I care for you, I couldn’t possibly see you behind bars knowing I could’ve prevented it!”

“I never asked for you to care for me!” He didn’t even let you finish your little rant, slowly loosing what little patience he had, his calm-ish charade cracking. “There is no reason why you would waste your time with that and risk all the time you put into...infiltrating them.” He whispered the last part as he noticed several eyes drawn to the conversation.

“No...reason?” You looked at him in disbelief “Of course there’s a reason! I could never NOT care for you” Your voice, along with you agitation, slowly went higher as the sentence continued. “WHY? Why would you care enough to risk everything?!” He followed your lead, voice getting louder.

“BECAUSE I THINK I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!”

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You could literally hear a pin drop at the end of your outburst. Everyone looked at you two. Even Shigaraki, who was now in front of an unrestrained Bakugou - who took advantage of the moment and set off an explosion right in his face, causing ‘father’ to be knocked off.

Everyone looked mortified, you most of all for both your outburst and the new development in Bakugous case, knowing that he was most likely going to get killed now.

“My bad for ruining the moment but I’ve listened to his endless talking long enough. Idiots can’t get to the point so they’re always talking for a long time. Basically you mean ‘We wanna harass people, so please join us,’ right?”

Oh he was soo fucked.

But what surprised you the most was the fact Shigaraki didn’t attack. No, he even ordered to not even touch him. Was this really Shigaraki? In any other situation he would instantly decay any person that dares touch ‘father’ let alone knock him off his face. He just calmly picked up ‘father’, placed it on his face and continued to talk. Has he...matured?

You though in complete disbelief, forgetting your outburst from a minute ago. But the person beside you refused to look away from your side profile, even to see Shigarakis next actions.

‘In love’ being the only phrase in his mind.

While there was a stare down happening between Shigaraki and Bakugou, a knock sounded from the door.

“Hello, this is Pizza-La, Camino store.”

You raised an eyebrow in suspicion as you looked around the room. “The fuck? Who ordered piz-...”

You weren’t even able to finish you question when a loud and obnoxious “SMAAASH!” was heard throughout the bar as, low and behold, All Might comes crashing threw the wall, throwing debris in every which direction making it impossible to see for a few seconds due to the dust that came along with it.

Those few seconds proved incredibly important as you weren’t able to see a piece of brick flying straight for your face, cracking your mask almost down the middle, barely keeping itself up at that point. The breeze that accompanied almost threw your hood down but thankfully Dabi was there to secure it into place. You looked at him, being reminded of your earlier mistake but quickly focused on the battle as Kamui Woods came next and captured everyone.

As Dabi was focusing on setting the trees on fire he didn’t notice Gran Torino who instantly knocked him out with a single kick. You screamed out his name, your voice-changer not functioning as your scream cracked in the middle, revealing your real voice for a second.

When Kurohiri tried to summon the Nomu waiting in the secret location, he was unable to teleport them as they seemed to be missing from their usual spot. Next he tried to teleport everyone out but was promptly knocked out by Edgeshot who seemed prepared for his next move.

‘No’...You were surrounded, unable to lift a finger and your mask slowly cracking and sliding down your face. ‘What now..think Y/N, think...’

“Didn’t I tell you earlier that it’d be in your best interest to stay put?” Gran Torino said as he began calling out every villain in the bar.

...Kenji Hikiiski

...Atsuhiro Sako

...Shuicki Iguchi

...Himiko Toga

...Jin Bubaigawara

You waited with bated breath...waited for your own name to be called out, maybe even Dabis but that’s where the list ended. ‘That’s it? That means they don’t know who I am just yet.’ The ray of hope diminishing the moment you realized the condition of your mask, as soon as it falls off every single person in the room will know your identity. Your heartbeat began to pick up it’s pace, panic setting in.

You looked around the room, trying to think of something...anything! that could possibly help in this situation. Your focus breaking the moment Tomura shouted ‘I hate you’ towards the no.1 hero.

Grayish-black liquid encompassed everyone in the bar, including yourself. ‘The Hell?! What is this?’ You thought panicking even more until Tomura mumbled on word.

‘Master?’ You questioned...MASTER, OF COURSE!

Relief set in at the thought of master saving you, looking over at Dabi you couldn’t help the serene close of your eyes the moment you saw him getting teleported as well. Thank God.

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You fell to the ground with a thud as you looked at your surroundings. Everyone was here, including Bakugou, with master standing in the front speaking to Tomura. You quickly looked around spotting Dabi on the ground, laying still unconscious.

Quickly picking yourself of the ground you made your way to Dabi, picking his head up and laying it on your thighs so he could be somewhat comfortable, even if he wasn’t awake yet. However, you felt your mask cracking completely and falling to the ground. You quickly set your gaze downwards before Bakugou could get a look at your face, thankfully he seemed to be preoccupation with starring at master, a quite intimidating man who, by the looks of it, defeated 3 pro’s by himself, including the no.4 hero Best Jeanist.

Discreetly, you tugged on Mr. Compresses pant leg. “Atsuhiro, I know this isn’t the best time to ask, but could you give me your mask?” You ask whilst taking a peak at him to show him your mask completely broke.

“Of course, Y/N. Here.” He whispered back, handing you his mask. You mumbled your thanks as you looked at master who was having his own monologue.

“You’re here, after all, aren’t you?” ‘Oh for fucks sake, it isn’t over yet?’

Like an instant headache, All Might comes swooping in from the sky, attacking master instantly. Toga comes to you, protecting you since you couldn’t use your quirk with All Might and Bakugou here...plus the few uninvited guests behind a wall of debris. This just got a whole lot more interesting.

You let Atsuhiro use his quirk on Dabi whilst you took the pearl, securing it in your small weapons carrier you had for these types of situations. As instructed, everyone began attacking Bakugou hopping to recapture him.

While you were in the air thanks to some attack strategies you planned out with the rest a while back, you noticed Midoriya, Kirishima, Iida and Todoroki getting ready to execute some sort of plan to get to Bakugou. You landed just in time to see them propell themselves using Midoriyas quirk and then using Iidas boosters on Todorokis ice to fly high and fast. Kirishima yelled for Bakugou to come to them - which he did.

Ah, a truly brilliant strategy to save Bakugou whilst not engaging in head to head battle. You noticed Todoroki and Yaoyorozu making a quick escape but only smirked as you watched them leave. A sort of apology from you to them.

Since there was no longer a reason to stay, master urged us to leave, forcing Magnes unconscious body to propel every male towards you and Himiko, who were conveniently placed in front of the portal he forced Kurogiri to make a few minutes prior.

‘Well, this is gonna hurt’ You thought as 3 guys came crashing into you full force.

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Dabi suddenly awoke with a searing headache, he couldn’t focus on his surroundings let alone remember what happened the moment prior to him pacing out.

“Good morning, here are some painmeds if the headache gets worse and the water is next to the bed on the table. I’ll be coming back every hour to check up on you, so don’t worry, get some rest and sleep it off.” You quickly mumbled as you noticed Dabi was finally awake after a few hours of taking care of him and non-stop worrying. Before he could make sense of the situation, you quickly left the room to go God knows where.

As he was left alone for a few seconds he finally remembered what happened a few hours prior, the old geezer of a hero knocked him out when he was about to burn the restraints off everyone. He looked around the room, noticing he was in a unfamiliar surrounding. A black blanket covering his form, a small work desk not even 2 meters away from him and a wardrobe on the opposite end of the room.

After analyzing his surrounding he remembered your brief words to him before your departure, everything slowly falling into place. He got injured so you took him to your apartment and cared for him until he awoke.

He also remembered your last conversation, or rather confession. He knew he needed to go to you and make sense of the whole situation but he was unable to get off the bed as he felt something restraining his left arm.

Handcuffs - kinky, but currently not appreciated.

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For the past 2 hours you’ve been in the kitchen making all sorts of dishes just to pass the time and make up excuses not to go to your room. It’s been fun while it lasted but you couldn’t avoid this any more, what ere you going to do? Starve him to avoid him?

You made your way to the room, a millimeter away from the doorknob, second-guessing this whole thing. You turned around to leave and buy yourself another hour but a voice was heard on the other side of the door.

“You know, it’s quite rude to say you’ll be back in an hour and then leave for 2.”

‘Fuck’ was your sole thought as you entered the room, completely unaware of his expression as you looked to the foot of the bed, avoiding his gaze as much as possible.

“Sorry...the food took a bit more time to prepare than I thought” You mumbled as you made your way to the table near his bed, placing everything neatly and getting ready to leave.

As you turned around he grabbed you with his left arm, stopping you in your tracks. “You know we need to talk dollface.” He said as he pulled you a little closer to the bed.

“What’s there to talk about Dabi? I made a fool of myself in front of the whole League and practically yelled something neither of us was ready to hear... - wait” You exclaimed as soon as you noticed something was off. “Didn’t I cuff your left hand to the bed-?”

As soon as the thought left you he yanked you completely onto the bed, trapping you between himself and the mattress. Comfortably straddling your legs and cuffing both of your arms, in record time, to the bed frame so you couldn't struggle.

“ThE Hell are you DOing?” Your voice comes out as a shriek due to the immense surprise you felt in that predicament.

“Dabi, gEt off! You’re heavy and this is NOT the time to tease me” Tears formed in your eyes and your cheeks felt as if they were on fire, your struggling coming to an end once you realized he wasn’t budging. You gazed at his face, biting your tongue in anticipation for his next move.

He moved even closer if that was possible, looking at you straight in the eyes as your breath caught in your throat.

“What do you mean ‘you think’ you’re in love with me?”

Being caught off guard by the unexpected question, you just dumbly hummed a quiet ‘huh?’

“You said it earlier loud and clear, ‘I think I’m in love with you’, are you not sure Y/N?” The moment he used your real name instead of doll or dollface, you knew he was completely serious, no hint of sarcasm or malice laced in his voice as he kept on starring at your wide eyes.

His eyes encouraged you, silently begging for an answer as you moved your gaze away from him - a distraught look on your face.

“I...don’t know...” He slowly backed off, ready to get off you at your short response. “I get it...” But you continued before he could uncuff you and leave.

“I don’t know what it’s like to love someone! I- I have never had parental love, no friends and I certainly don’t know what it’s like to have romantic feelings since no one ever knew me and fully accepted me for me!” You quickly responded with your eyes closed, fearing his expression.

“Every time someone tried to talk to me I immediately thought ‘What if they find out I’m a villain, what if they don’t listen to my reasoning and stab me in the back the moment I turn around?’ I’m afraid of people abandoning me as soon as it gets dangerous! I can’t go threw that, not again!“ You quietly sob as one of your eyes opened, unable to see Dabi clearly threw the tears.

“But not you, you protected me and cared for me. I don’t want you to leave, I don’t want you to hate me. I love it when you break into my apartment, I love it when you eat with me, I love it when you train with me, I love it when you accidentally fall asleep on me, I love your perverted comments and even your complaints,

I love YOU Dabi!”

You finished, finally looking at him straight in the eyes to make your point clear.

“That’s stupid” was his only response as he leaned backwards, sitting upright with a look you couldn’t describe. Baffled, you were unable to respond, feeling empty. You wish you could cry but you stared at him unblinkingly, asking why he thought it was ‘stupid’.

“You say I know everything important in your life, your past, your present. And you’re right. I care for you deeply, more than I’d like to admit, I want for you to succeed, I want you to be happy because of all I know about you. But that doesn’t go both ways.” You could only stare at him as he continued his monologue.

“ I have a lot more baggage than you’re ready for, doll. You claim to love me when you know nothing about me, not even my name.”

“So let me get to know you.” Was your simple answer. “You’re right, I don’t know your past but I do know you now. You’re a firm believer in Stains ideology, you prefer spicy over sweet and you snore when you sleep.” You giggle at the end, remembering the first time you were there when he slept.

“I know there’s a lot I don’t know about you, but I’m willing to put in the effort to try. I want to get to know you Dabi and I want to help carry that baggage you so desperately need help with, that is, if you’re willing to give me a chance?”

“I was hoping you’d say something so cheesy.” Without missing a beat, his lips smashed ageings yours with fervor and a clear goal in mind to show you just how much he cares.

The different texture creating an almost intoxicating feeling, but of course, a simple peck was no good in his book. He tugged at your bottom lip as you complied almost instantly. His tongue invaded your mouth, creating incredible friction with his tongue piercing you didn’t know he had.

The longer the kiss lasted the faster his hands started roaming your body, every dip and every curve being explored with his abnormally warm hands. You wanted nothing more than to return the favor but unfortunately your hands were tied to the bed and no matter how much you struggled you couldn’t get free.

“D-Dabi...” You said in between impossibly short breaks he took for air. “Uncuff me, hah, I want- I want to touch you too.” You pleaded with a fog in your eyes, not being able to focus on anything other than the man in front of you - who situated himself between your legs during your little request.

“Not a chance doll, do you know what you did to me every time you teased me, even as a joke? Well now it’s payback time.” He finished whilst simultaneously sliding your shirt up to your hands, revealing your chest clad in nothing but a deep purple bra.

He went straight for your neck with a goal to leave the biggest and darkest mark humanly possible. He bit down, sucked and licked every surface your neck had to offer, leaving a few dark bruises in his wake. He bit down particularly hard on a spot just bellow your collarbone, breaking your silence as you let out a barely audible gasp and mewl.

He thrived on the thought that you didn’t mind some pain with your pleasure, smirking sadistically as you tried to ignore the hard-on that was pressing against your thigh. But the more you wiggled and squirmed the more prominent the bulge got, pressing higher and higher.

His hands move stealthily, agonizingly slowly against your chest and over to the back where he proceeded to remove it by burning the straps off. His knuckles barely brush against your now bare nipples as he eased his way down, truly a tease. He took a moment to look at your eyes, piercing blue staring at crystal (eye color). His eyes displayed nothing but dominance and a need for pure, white hot pleasure, you’d shiver if it wasn’t for the overbearing heat coming from his body and actions.

He smiles lazily, his hands withdrawing completely and to your sides where he leans a bit over you to look at you straight in the eyes.

“Tell me princess, what do you want next?” He husks right into your ear as you put no thought in your answer. “Anything, I don’t care what you do just as long as you make me come.”

“That’s not very specific doll, use your words and pick one - tongue or fingers” He situated himself back between your legs, taking off your shorts and (not so subtly) stares at your matching lingerie, taking in the dark spot with an ever growing smirk. “How about both?”

“Now that’s an answer I like.” His palms slowly drag up your calves as he places kisses along your thighs, getting closer and closer to the spot you wanted, needed the most. His fingers inch up higher and higher, under your lingerie, kneading the flesh of your ass. His tongue trails along your lower lips, getting only a taste of what’s to come.

You roll your hips to meet the sway of his tongue, feeling his fingers slide between the straps of your underwear, dragging it down in one quick movement. “Dabi...” You try to distract him from his starring as he lowers his head, immediately lapping up the slick that accumulated during his previous ministrations. You moan his name again, albeit louder than you previously thought you could.

He pokes his tongue against your entrance, slowly entering you with the mission to taste as much as his tongue would allow him. You’re moans increasing in volume once his tongue left your entrance and decided to tease your swollen bundle of nerves just above it.

What you weren’t prepared for was a singe digit making it’s way to your entrance, going in knuckle deep on the first go. “Fuck” You half moaned, half whined. You weren’t used to such an intrusion, his fingers being much larger and much longer than your own. You couldn’t deny the pleasure that started accumulating the more he moved his finger at an unforgiving pace and lapped up your clit as if it was the last time he could.

As time passed he added more fingers until he finally got to 3. By that time, the coil slowly building up was ready to burst and make for an unimaginable orgasm. You were moaning his name as if it was the only word you knew which, for the moment, wasn’t incorrect.

The moment he felt your walls constricting he quickly got up, leaving you empty and needy. He was even cruel enough to hold your legs apart so you wouldn’t even be able to rub your thighs together, he only watched as your walls tightened around nothing.

“Dabi, you jackass!” was your only reply, along with whines of protest as he got up and undressed himself completely - making a little show of his last piece of garment. Your whines and complaints instantly getting caught in your throat as you looked at the picture-perfect image in front of you. His scars perfectly contrasting his healthy skin. Your eyes wondering lower and lower until you got to the godly sight of his fully erect and weeping with precum cock. Drool practically pooling at the back of your throat as you looked at the image before you. His cock wasn’t really anything special when it came to length, but the part that got you wide eyed was the sheer girth of it and the Jacob’s ladder running from the base to the tip accompanied with a prince albert piercing at the very tip of his manhood.

“Aren’t you glad you waited Y/N? Would you have rather came around my fingers or around my cock?” He teased, fully aware of your sole concentration on his girth. “Say, I’m getting a little dizzy doll, how ‘bout you take the lead?” You fervently nodded your head, eager to have him fully sheathed inside you, not carrying about the position as long as you could get off. “Good girl” was his only response as he took the handcuffs off you.

Without missing a beat you grabbed him by the shoulders, flipping your positions and setting his back against the headboard so you could comfortably straddle his lap. He tried to tease you about your neediness but ultimately failed as you ground your hips against him, making you both sigh in a short lived relief. It felt like an explosion behind your eyes, getting all the confidence you needed just from his faint growls.

His chest is pressed against yours, nipples rubbing on rough skin creating friction almost too much to bare. Fuck, you really needed more.Your heart pounds against your ribcage, creating an almost painful sensation as you start another lewd kiss, teeth clashing and tongues meeting in the middle.

His hand lands on your hip, the other teasing your folds apart as you get ready for the main event. The tip presses against your entrance, piercing creating an indescribable feeling as you slowly descent. You can feel yourself heavily breathing, pussy throbbing at the stretch of his girth.

Obviously he had a hard time keeping still as he almost breaks the skin of his lips. ‘No more waiting’ was your single though as you began a faster pace, bouncing on his cock, feeling stretched beyond belief. At the first sign of your pleasure, he began slamming upwards, matching the descent of your hips. You were sure the vice like grip he had on your hips would leave pretty noticeable marks but that was currently the last of your problems.

The feeling of his piercings rubbing against your velvety walls accompanied by the undeniable pleasure you felt as he hit the deepest spots inside of you was enough to make you moan akin to a pornstar. The look on your face, the sounds you made and the feeling of your iron tight grip had him slamming you faster, harder.

“FucK, Dabi! I-I want to come! So, sO badly” you’re moaning, mumbling words of praise to the man beneath you. He doesn’t react much except for quite, deep groans. But you didn’t mind at all, attaching your lips once more for a short kiss as you continued moaning his name like a broken record.

Your mouth doesn’t stop trembling as you scream out a final ‘Dabi’, collapsing into his chest as he continues chasing his own high. He pulls out, finishing in his hand and a little bit of it ending on your lower back, neither of you minding as he quickly cleans it and lays on his side with you comfortably in his arms, facing away from him.

“I love you Dabi, I truly do.” were your final words as you closed your eyes. What you didn’t expect was for him to continue.

“Touya...call me Touya”

You were confused for a second until you realized ‘Ah, that must be his real name.’ You wished to continue the conversation, but the exhaustion finally hit you all at once so you were only able to mumble a quite ‘Allright, I love you Touya...’

He wasn’t sure if you heard him when he said ‘I love you too Y/N’ but that didn’t matter now. He could say it all he wants from now on.

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iluvsexyvoltageguys · 5 years

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Moment of Truth

Fandom: Scandal in the Spotlight (Love 365)

Pairing: Kyohei x Reader

As soon as you heard the click of your front door closing behind you, you leaned back against it, closed your eyes, and sighed, wondering one more time how you could have left. The question had been heavy on your mind through the familiar cab ride home, to your journey up the building’s stairs, to the taunting silence of your apartment. Still, it was over now and you had to find a way to shake it off.

You turned to lock the door before dropping your keys and coat on the steps behind your kitchen; your shoes were kicked off in the next moment. Making your way toward your bedroom, you considered taking a bath, but decided that might feel a bit too sensual on a night when your body was already pulsating with something you should ignore.

Against your wishes, the events of the day replayed in your mind. You had never expected your day off to suddenly be filled with Kyohei, nor had you expected the onslaught of raw emotion. You had done your best to keep your feelings restrained while helping Kyohei with his busy schedule, but there was no denying the love that had poured out of your eyes when you had smiled at him after the terrifying moment when you almost got mobbed by a group of rabid fans while walking out of the radio station; you had seen it mirrored on his relieved face.

Then there was dinner, peppered with the flirting, adoration, and yet avoidance that seemed to define your relationship. The wine had flowed as freely as the conversation, and you had been left with a pleasant buzz when Nagito, Kota and the others retreated to their respective rooms. You had stayed a while longer, enjoying the company too much to hurry home, but choked on something you couldn't name when he invited you to spend the night. Of course, he had been clear that you could have the guest room, so it wasn't an invitation for that, but it was enough. You had stumbled over a sincere thank you and a weak excuse, before ducking out of the house.

Now, ready for bed and wearing nothing but a pair of panties, you crawled under the cool sheets and forced yourself to relax. It wasn't terribly late, but it had been a long day and the wine still warming your blood was a welcome calm. You had barely closed your eyes when a familiar ring tone sounded from your nightstand. A soft smile lit your face as you reached for your phone in the dark.

"Hi, Kyohei."

His response was barely a breath. "Hi." Hesitantly, he continued. "Look, I know you were just here, but I couldn't go to bed without thanking you one more time."

"Can't get enough of me, huh?"

"Never."

That was honest. You suppose the wine was still affecting him, too. Though, at this point, you couldn't tell if the heat in your own body was from the alcohol or his voice. "Well, thank you again for dinner."

"Anytime. Seriously, you're always welcome at the house…I wish you could have stayed tonight."

"I wish I could have stayed, too." The words escaped before you even acknowledged them, but his poorly hidden gasp brought warmth to your face.

"So why did you leave?"

Somehow, the safety of your bed and the softness of his question allowed you to respond more openly than you normally would. "It was a crazy day, for both of us. Dinner was amazing and almost enough to make me forget all the reasons I've asked you to wait." You drew a deep breath. "If I had stayed, I think I would have forgotten completely."

"You would have had the guest room, and I never would have gone up there."

You smiled into the phone. "I know, Kyohei. But you're not the only one who knows how to use the stairs."

"And you really think you would have done that?"

"Yes."

He didn't respond right away, but you could hear him moving around. In his silence, you found your hand trailing down your body; his words had long had an intimate effect on your body, and the direction of your conversation only served to heighten that. Your fingers skimmed over your flat stomach and you paused momentarily at the waistband of your panties before dipping underneath. He spoke up just before you could feel how far gone you already were.

"Do you want me to let you go to sleep, ______?"

Even if you had been unsure before, you certainly didn't want him to hang up once your name rolled off his tongue like that. You let your hand move down a bit further, the wetness proof of your arousal coating your fingers as you slowly explored. "No, keep talking. Please."

"About anything in particular?"

"What would you do if I came back downstairs?" Your hand froze where it was, mortified by the way your mouth was operating entirely without permission. It was utterly unlike you and you didn't know how to stop it. You weren’t even sure you wanted to.

There was some more shuffling on his end. "Do you really want me to answer that?"

Yes. No. But yes.

"Please."

You heard a long exhaled breath before he began. "You'd knock on my bedroom door and I'd open it, stunned to see you standing there. I'd reach for your hand and pull you inside without a word, and then I'd slide my hand up your arm and over your shoulder before brushing it lightly across your face, finally moving to the back of your head so that I could lean down for a kiss. I guess it would be a gentler version of what happened between us the other night."

You couldn't help but interrupt, even as your hand picked up its pace. "You were right that night. It was amazing."

"God, _____. I just want to make everything amazing for you."

You almost told him that he already did, but drew a shaky line in the sand, and went quiet. You let one finger slip inside you, bringing more wetness with it when you returned to teasing your clit. There was little doubt that you could make yourself come pretty quickly, all your tension coiled and eager, but having him continue to talk you through it was something you couldn't resist. You kept your speed varied, practiced fingers circling, gliding, pressing, seeking.

After a moment, he continued. "I'm not sure how long I'd be able to keep it slow before opening my mouth to you, inviting you inside, needing your breath as much as I need my own. Last time we kissed, your perfect little moan echoed in my mouth, and I've never forgotten that. I want to make you do that again."

Even biting your lip in an attempt to withhold your reaction, a desperate sound found its way out. You knew it was the first obvious sign as to what you were doing, and you held your breath to see how he'd respond.

If he heard you, he didn't acknowledge it.

"I'd start walking backward, pulling you with me toward the bed. Stopping just alongside it, I'd bring my hands down to your waist, feeling the heat of your skin for just a moment before dragging your shirt up and over your head. I'd work my way through everything you were wearing, but I'd do it slowly. So, so slowly, drinking in each new revelation, memorizing the way the shadows play off your body."

You could feel it. The way the material of your clothes teased the needy surface of your skin. The way his hands would just barely touch you as he moved from piece to piece. The way the look in his eyes lit something you had thought was forever dimmed. Trying to hold onto the phone with one hand, as your busy fingers quickened again, you closed your eyes and lost yourself completely in his words. The intensity of your arousal was unprecedented.

"I've honestly never known anyone like you, and just having you there, naked in front of me, would be overwhelming. I'd undress myself, and then lay you down beneath me on the bed. And, as much as we might have thought that our first time would be a furious tangle of limbs, racing each other for a breathless end, I'd make this something different. You deserve so much more."

"So do you."

He let the comment pass, continuing the narrative. "Our bodies would be pressed against each other, aligned perfectly, and you'd know just how much I want you. We'd kiss again, maybe even more passionately than before, and I'd feel your hips arch toward mine. I'd pull away from you, not really meaning to tease, but wanting to learn the rest of your body before falling into the inevitable. I'd whisper something in your ear, something I can't say even now, and then I'd make my way down your neck, nipping, sucking, and kissing the entire way. When I reached your collarbones, I'd trace them, first with my fingertip, then with my tongue, amazed that something so simple could be so beautiful. Then, I'd move even lower, taking each of your nipples into my mouth as I carefully read your reactions, figuring out what kind of pressure you like without you having to say a word."

As he spoke, your hand came up to your breasts and you let your wet fingertips pinch at your already taut nipples, imagining everything he described. When you stopped to slide your hand back under you panties, you saw the glistening of the moisture you’d left behind, and you knew it was how you’d look when he released you from his mouth. It was almost too much to take. This time, your hungry moan was undeniable.

"Fuck, _____." His breathing was as ragged as yours, and you were relatively certain that his hand was working his body, stroking up and down his length while he wished you were there to envelop him instead. "I need to taste you."

His change to present tense, the switch from fantasy to reality, was something you had to correct. The whole conversation was dangerous, but to address anything more directly was going to scare you into silence. Even as two fingers drove deep inside you, you nudged him back to the careful hypothetical.

"So tell me what would happen next…if I had come downstairs."

"I'd gently spread your legs apart, opening your body to me, giving me plenty of room to bring my head down to you. My first taste would be such a small sample, just the tip of my tongue gliding softly against you. After a few moments, I'd flatten my tongue and drag it over you, using more pressure to bring your wetness into my waiting mouth. And as much as I'd love to say that I'd keep up the leisurely pace, I'm just not sure it would be possible; I'd begin truly feasting on everything you could give me, burying my face between your thighs and taking it all in. Just as before, I'd pay close attention to your reactions, giving you more of anything you'd want."

"Your fingers?"

"God, yes. I'd slide two fingers into you, sighing at the way you'd tighten around them immediately. You'd be so warm, welcoming me inside. I'd move them in and out a few times before stilling momentarily and just feeling the way your body responds when I lean back in to suck on your clit. Then I'd find a slow pace, curling them inside you as I worked to make you come against my mouth."

It took all your self-control to avoid giving in and allowing yourself to come right there, nearly weeping with want as you curled your own fingers in the same way he had described. Your swollen clit was begging for more attention; you had abandoned it for a while in an attempt to preserve your sanity as his words brought you to new heights. Your unintelligible responses to his story were increasingly obvious, your breath coming in uneven gasps, and there was no doubt that he knew exactly what you were up to. You just needed him to finish.

"I'd stay still as you calmed back down, small tremors still lingering behind. Once you were ready, I'd crawl back up your body, holding myself just above you. Then I'd feel your fingers wrap around me, rubbing my tip through the slickness left behind, before you'd guide me into you, encouraging me with a flushed face and blown pupils. I'd push into you with one firm stroke, forcing myself to keep my eyes locked with yours, not wanting to miss a moment of being joined so intimately."

You adjusted your fingers again, knowing it wouldn't be much longer, giving your body the touch it needed to finally let go.

"We'd find a rhythm pretty quickly; we're already in sync every day. I'd rock my hips into you and you'd meet me thrust for thrust, eventually wrapping your legs around me to make the angle even better for you. Both of us would be getting louder, unable to hold back any longer, the sound of our connection only driving us more. I'd feel you clawing at my shoulders, and hear you confess that you're close, so I'd let myself get faster, sloppier, bringing us both to that point of no return. And when you clench around me, mouth open wide and eyes slammed shut, I'd be unable to do anything but spill inside you, offering your body anything it could demand from me."

That was it. You were right there, fingers working furiously, needing to come as hard as his version of you just had. Your body was pulled so tight, rigid and arching, as if you could get any closer to your own hand. Only one coherent word managed to stumble from your mouth.

"Please."

"I'm right here, ____. I'm with you and I'm not going anywhere."

You knew he was talking about so much more, but somehow the emotional admission was enough to push you over that physical edge. Your orgasm was as intense as you expected it to be; you were gulping for air even as a series of moans announced your release. You would be embarrassed by it later, but you were too lost in the sensations coursing through your body to acknowledge the huge line that had been crossed. Still coming down from your own high, you barely registered his muffled groan of your name, but the hint of it was enough to send you into another small wave of pleasure.

You were both silent for quite a while, though you could hear shuffling on his end while you moved to wash your hands and change into different underwear. You avoided thinking too much about what had just happened, allowing yourself to enjoy being sated and happy. Somehow you knew he wouldn't bring it up once your call ended, giving you whatever space you thought you still needed. As you crawled into bed again, his voice welcomed you back.

"You okay?"

"More than.” You answered, “You?"

"Never better." He paused, but there wasn't much left to say. "So, I'll see you tomorrow?"

You smiled. "Yes. Good night, Kyohei."

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waltzofthewifi · 4 years

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Kota Chapter 28: Allez!

(No links because Tumblr is still being difficult)

Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow

Riposte's saber collided with Chat Noir's baton, and every muscle in Chat Noir's body screamed. Everything hurt. He had been at saber-point three times during the fight, each with more consulted ways to escape, and was now on the fifth or sixth rematch with Riposte.

Ladybug, where are you?

Riposte landed another hit, sending Chat Noir back several feet. This time, he landed on his feet, and was able to spring back into the fight.

Chat Noir dodged and blocked, his muscles reacting as if he was moving mountains every time. He landed a hit - finally! - and nearly knocked Riposte off balance. He moved to take advantage, but someone beat him to it.

The yo-yo wrapped around Riposte and yanked her back, smacking her into a wall. Above her, Ladybug retracted her yo-yo. She swung down to the road, Roi Singe and Viperion landing next to her.

"Ladybug!" Chat Noir called. "I'm so glad to see you!"

"You look tired, kitty," Ladybug replied.

"Not too tired to finish this."

Riposte snarled and charged.

Roi Singe used his staff to vault over Riposte as Ladybug, Viperion, and Chat Noir dodged. Roi Singe swiped at Riposte's legs.

Riposte turned and blocked, and Ladybug threw her yo-yo. It smacked Riposte in the face. Riposte floundered backwards.

She reached out with a hand and grabbed the yoyo's string, and yanked, knocking Ladybug off balance. Roi Singe swung with his staff, forcing Riposte to let go of the yo-yo and block.

The fighting continued. Ladybug and Roi Singe combined were a force to be reckoned with, and Riposte was barely able to keep up. Chat Noir watched, wanting to help, but the three of them moved too fast for him. Viperion tracked the fight with his eyes, and when Riposte got a lucky stab in and sent Ladybug flying, he moved instantly.

Riposte's saber was caught between the strings of Viperion's lyre. Viperion twisted his lyre, breaking the saber in half.

It grew back.

Riposte swung, and Viperion blocked with his lyre.

Ladybug landed on the pavement next to Chat Noir.

"Any idea where the akuma is?" Ladybug asked.

Chat Noir frowned. He tried to remember Kagami's outfit at the cafe - what had she been wearing that she still had?

"The armor on her shoulder," Ladybug said. "They're not symmetrical. I bet one of those is the akuma!"

Viperion and Roi Singe moved simultaneously. Viperion swung at Riposte's head as Roi Singe swept at her feet. Riposte ducked, but the staff hit her legs and she fell onto the pavement.

Roi Singe and Viperion moved to block her from getting up.

"Ladybug?" Viperion asked.

"Her shoulder guards!" Ladybug replied.

She and Chat Noir ran up to Riposte.

"Which one?" Viperion questioned.

"Just destroy them both!"

Roi Singe smacked one with his staff, and Viperion pried at the other with his fingers.

"It's not breaking," Roi Singe said.

"We might have to cataclysm it," Viperion suggested.

"But we only get one chance," Ladybug said. "Unless - Viperion!"

Viperion raised a hand to activate his power, and Riposte shifted and knocked him off of her saber-arm. She swung with the saber, forcing Roi Singe to back off.

"Second chance!"

Viperion pushed himself off the pavement just as Chat Noir activated his cataclysm.

Riposte swung at Chat Noir, forcing him to back up. Roi Singe attacked, and his staff clashed with Riposte's saber. The two parried for a moment.

Ladybug swung her yo-yo, wrapping it around Riposte's legs, and yanked. Riposte hit the pavement with a thud, and reached out and yanked on the yo-yo string.

Ladybug recalled her yo-yo, and it whacked into Riposte's hand with a smack.

Roi Singe moved to attack, swinging his staff just as Riposte stood again.

Ladybug grimaced. "Lucky charm!"

A skateboard fell into her arms, and she looked at it with bewilderment.

Riposte ducked a swing from Roi Singe and continued to push forward. Chat Noir watched, cataclysm at the ready, and Ladybug was backing up.

Ladybug sprinted. Riposte looked up and aimed her saber. At the last moment, Ladybug dropped down and slid forward on the skateboard, going under Riposte's arm.

She wrapped her yo-yo around Riposte's upper arm, and yanked.

Riposte's arm was pulled wide, leaving her open. Roi Singe swung his staff, smacking her in the torso, and she topple.

Viperion and Roi Singe moved to hold her down, as Chat Noir jogged over.

He raised his hand and smacked it on the shoulder, and the armor dissolved.

"Wrong one," he muttered.

"Second chance!"

"It's in her right shoulder!" Viperion called, pushing himself off the ground.

"Got it. Cataclysm!"

Riposte swung at Chat Noir, forcing him to back up. Roi Singe attacked, and his staff clashed with Riposte's saber.

Viperion watched the fight play out, same as last time.

Ladybug attacked and withdrew, grimacing as she recalled her yo-yo.

"Lucky charm!"

A skateboard fell into her arms, and she looked at it with bewilderment.

Roi Singe and Riposte continued to parry, and Chat Noir waited for his opening.

Ladybug pulled off the same skateboard trick, and Roi Singe sent Riposte down to the ground. Viperion moved to help hold her down.

Chat Noir jogged over and smacked his hand onto Riposte's shoulder.

The wrong shoulder.

Viperion mentally facepalmed. "Wrong shoulder!"

"You said her right shoulder!"

"Her other right."

"You mean her left?"

Viperion sighed. "Second chance."

"Cataclysm the smaller shoulder," Viperion called, pushing himself off the ground.

"Got it. Cataclysm!"

The fight played out the same. Riposte swung at Chat Noir, forcing him to back up, and parried with Roi Singe.

Ladybug attacked and withdrew, grimacing as she recalled her yo-yo.

"Lucky charm!"

A skateboard fell into her arms, and she looked at it with bewilderment.

Roi Singe continued to attack Riposte, neither gaining any ground.

Ladybug pulled off the same skateboard trick, and Roi Singe sent Riposte down to the ground. Viperion moved to help hold her down.

Chat Noir jogged over and smacked his hand onto Riposte's shoulder.

A butterfly flew out. Ladybug captured it and purified it.

"Miraculous Ladybug!"

The magical ladybug swarm flew over the street, repairing the damage the buildings around had taken. Riposte disappeared, leaving Kagami in her place.

Chat Noir walked over to Kagami. "Are you okay?"

Kagami looked up at him. "I'm fine, thank you." She stood up and sharply brushed off her skirt.

"Roi Singe, do you think you can escort her home?" Ladybug asked. "I'll collect your miraculous soon, but I have to recharge first."

"No problem, Ladybug," Roi Singe replied, giving her a thumbs up.

Ladybug turned to Viperion. "Let's go."

Hawkmoth scowled.

"You may have defeated me this time, Ladybug," he said. "But there will be another match!"

His voice echoed in the room. Someone else might find it sad, talking to an empty room like this, but he always thought it kept him focused.

Also, he could pun. Respectable men like Gabriel Agreste did not pun, but villains like Hawkmoth could.

"Nooroo, dark wings, fall."

Gabriel strutted to the elevator, Nooroo following wordlessly. Riposte might have been another failure, but that didn't affect what he had learned.

The superheroes were definitely getting tired.

Roi Singe dropped Kagami off down the block from where she lived.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

Kagami fixed her skirt and nodded. "I'm fine. I just had a lot of pent up anger, and without fencing practice to work it out-"

"I know what you mean," Roi Singe admitted. "I get antsy without practice too."

Kagami raised an eyebrow. "You fence?"

"Swim," Roi Singe corrected. "I've been doing it since I was little. It's a great way to work our stress - especially when I get to do it with my girlfriend."

"Having a friend to practice with does make it more enjoyable," Kagami admitted. Even if he still remains a friend. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"How did you ask your girlfriend out?"

"I didn't," Roi Singe replied. "I didn't even realize she was interested in me until - well, that's personal, you know, secret identities and all. But basically, I was so wrapped up with who I thought I should be with, I completely overlooked her."

"What do you mean, who you thought you should be with?" Kagami questioned.

"Well, I'm kinda the jock at my school," Roi Singe explained. "And there's this girl, who's the typical mean girl. And anyone, I thought I needed a girlfriend - and the jock and the mean girl always get together. I managed to convince myself I actually liked her. But it didn't work out, and I'm glad, because I'm happier in my relationship than ever."

"Interesting," Kagami said. "I have a good friend I've been pursuing romantically. I know he's not interested, but he's one of the only friends I'm allowed to have, and everyone is always saying that romantic relationships are the most important. My mother has been especially pushy. I was starting to think he'd be my only option to finding a potential partner."

Roi Singe scoffed. "Trust me, you'll meet tons of guys you can have a relationship with - or girls. Besides, friendships are where it's at. I like my girlfriend, but I also have a best friend I wouldn't give up for anything."

"My mother doesn't believe in friendships," Kagami admitted."

"Well your mother is wrong," Roi Singe said.

"I hope so."

Nora knocked softly on the door. On the other side, she could hear her sister talking on the phone, but she couldn't hear who was on the other end.

"Alya? May I come in?"

"Sure." Alya responded with a flat tone, which was unlike her. Even in a good mood, Alya didn't like Nora coming into her room.

Something was wrong.

Nora creaked open the door slowly as Alya hung up the phone.

Alya was curled up on her bed, head in her knees. She was still dressed, shoes still on, and her face was emotionless as Nora sat down next to her.

"Are you okay?"

Alya shrugged. "Sure."

"Alya?"

Alya sighed. "It's nothing."

"It's not nothing," Nora insisted. "I'm your older sister, I know when somethings wrong."

Alya muttered something under her breath, turning her head away from Nora.

"I'm just worried," Nora continued.

Alya sighed again. "You want to know what happened? Fine. I got kicked off of the school blog."

"What? Why? Who do I need to punch?"

Alya chuckled softly. "No one. Well... no, no punching." She said that last part mostly to herself. "Someone accused me of spreading rumors."

"Someone? Is it that Lila girl?" Nora had heard that name in negative contexts before, including from Alya herself.

"Yeah. I guess she's mad I helped give her detention. But she was bullying my friends, I could just leave it alone-"

"Of course not," Nora agreed. "Someone needs to stand up to bullies like her. What's that superhero quote you like? All that it takes for evil to win-"

"All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good people do nothing," Alya quoted.

"Well you were a good person who did something," Nora said. "And sometimes that gives you enemies."

"I know." Alya sighed. "I don't want enemies though. I still - despite all that she's done, I can't help but think that Lila must be so lonely. If lying's the only way she knows how to make friends, if she never allows people to truly know her - I guess I just wish we could have been friends."

"You did the best you could," Nora said. "But friendship is a two way street. It was her choice, in the end."

"Yeah."

"Come on, no more moping. Let's get you something to eat."

"I'm not hungry," Alya argued.

"Too bad," Nora said. "Mom called and said she's stuck at work, so I'm cooking."

That got Alya to move. "No way am I eating something you cooked!"

She slipped her shoes off and raced to the kitchen.

"I can cook just fine!" Nora yelled, staying right behind Alya.

"You nearly burned down the kitchen last time!"

"That's an exaggeration. There was only a little fire."

#kota #Percy jackson #miraculous ladybug #skateboard trick inspired by something a friend wanted to do at a piano recital

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Kota Ibushi vs. Jay White in the G1 Climax 29 finals

Here we go!

Jay White. Gedo. White gear. Lookin good. KENTA comes out with the BC in a BC shirt. THE CROWD GOES WILD! This is actually really awesome though, the entire Bullet Club is out. This is the most united they’ve looked in ages. T.T

Kota Ibushi walks out. Alone. Busted ankle. Bruised. Excited. Ready.

Red Shoes is fucked lol the entire Bullet Club is out... HE TOSSED THEM OUT!

lol he covers his ears to not hear anyone complain. Just Gedo though.

Ibushi doesn’t give a fuck. He’s mentally ready to win this thing you can tell he would have taken on the entire BC if he had to. Gedo and Jay talk strategies... Bell rings.

Ibushi chants roar. White ducks out of the ring real quick. I think Gedo is supposed to hug the ring post as part of the condition to stay lol Jay White tries to taunt Ibushi to the outside and fails. He gets in and just stares at all these people chanting Ibushi’s name. They lock up. White pushed to the ropes... Ibushi gives a clean break and Gedo tries to reach in!

Red Shoes KICKS OUT GEDO!

Ibushi throws White back into the ring and kicks him down! They go outside and Ibushi keeps dragging him back into the ring. Big dropkick. Can’t imagine that’ll help the leg. Ibushi tries the golden triangle but White trips him up. He wraps Ibushi’s leg around the post. White throws Ibushi into the guard rail. White wraps Ibushi’s leg in the guard rail and cranks it back! Ibushi cries in pain and the crowd boos White. White drags Ibushi into the ring only to throws Ibushi’s leg into the ring post and slam it down on the apron. White shows off. He’s buff af. White hits a suplex. Hits a leg screw. 2 count. Suplex again. Picks Ibushi up and suplexes him into the corner. 2 count. Ibushi has been clutching his leg this whole match. White taunts Ibushi over and over to stand up. Ibushi stares defiantly. Big forearms. White catches Ibushi mid hurricanrana and slams him down. White is toying with Ibushi. Ibushi kicks White and then hits the snap rana! Ibushi is still on the ground though, this looks painful. Powerslam from Ibushi into a one leg moonsault from the second. Amazing.

Quick combo into the standing moonsault. Ibushi tries a moonsault knee drop but White moves and Ibushi fucks his knees up. White with a short DDT. He waits and watches Ibushi... running uppercut and a blade buster into a 2 count. Tries to the submission but Ibushi is kicking furiously. Ibushi is up and double stomps Whites butt/lower back. Ibushi tries to lift White but White just stomps Ibushi’s leg, and a big deadlift German from White. Ibushi keeps trying to use his other leg but it doesn’t seem like enough. White gets Ibushi on the top rope, big strikes and chops. White goes for the superplex but Ibushi fights back. White throws nasty punches to the ribs though. SUPERPLEX. Ibushi looks like he’s gonna cry. White picks him up and tries for the Kiwi crusher and Ibushi sets up the piledriver and plants White into the mat.

The two trade shots in the middle of the ring and White is taking a beating. Ibushi stands tall but White hits two nast rib shots and a forearm, Ibushi is back up but White hits the most beautiful urinage and a Kiwi crusher for a 2 count. Tries for blade runner but ibushi reverses and tries the knee, instead gets blocked and hits a sleeper suplex on White. Ibushi picks up White and White gets out and throws Ibushi into Red Shoes. LOW BLOW. Gedo comes out. Gedo holds down the leg and White hits it with a chair shot! Dragonscrew leg whip. Reverse Figure Four to Ibushi! Gedo throws Red Shoes in but even then Ibushi isn’t tapping! He drags himself to the ropes... Screaming and holding onto Red Shoes... Ibushi makes it to the ropes, barely.

White tries to pick up Ibushi who is clinging to the ropes. Ibushi stands, White standing behind him menacingly and tries the sleeper suplex. Ibushi with the Pele kick to White! Ibushi picks up White and launches him face first into the corner. Ibushi drags up White and hits the deadlift German over the ropes! 2 count. Ibushi tries for a powerbomb but White just strikes at the leg of Ibushi. Big chop to Ibushi. Who takes it. White looks terrified. Big slaps to White and a big kick sends him to the corner. Palm strikes to White. Kicks in the corner. Ibushi pulled away by Red Shoes. Ibushi is ready to fight! They face off in the center. Ibushi knocks White on his ass with one shot to the chest. The crowd loses it. Dragonscrew Leg Whip from White! BIG LARIAT from Ibushi. Picks up White and LAST RIDE! 2 count. 25 minutes pass. There isn’t a time limit but still... this is a lot.

Ibushi calls the Bomaye but White just... lays flat on the mat lol. White stays on the ground and fucks with Ibushi, taunting him. Gedo tries to interfere but takes kick to the face! White with a sleeper suplex but Ibushi lands it! AND hits the Bomaye! Rocky Romero is called to drag away Gedo! Ibushi gears up for the Bomaye that TAKES OFF WHITES HEAD! 2.8 count! Rocky comes back to commentary lol. White still stopping Ibushi from hitting moves by kicking his leg. Ibushi hits a kick to the face of White. AGAIN. WHITE GETS UP AND HITS THE BLADE RUNNER AND CAN’T COVER IBUSHI! He drags himself to Ibushi and.... grabs his wrist? Going for a brain buster but Ibushi head butts White! Straight jacket German Suplex to White! and tries for the Kamigoye but White turns it into a sleeper suplex! and another one! White hits a big brain buster on Ibushi, tries the Blade Runner and Ibushi hits aKamigoye and then dodges another Blade Runner! Jumping knee twice and a Kamigoye! 2.5 count! White kicks out! Another Kamigoye! 1! 2! 3!

Ibushi is your G1 29 Winner! The first man to win all three major NJPW tournaments!

5/5

This match was everything it needed to be. Gedo is angry screaming at commentary he doesn’t believe it. Anything that makes Gedo angry is a win for me. Ibushi had to pull out all the stops. His Fighting Spirit definitely kept him going here. He raged at all the right moments. Like a video game character saving his mp for the big moves at critical moments. He nailed it. Jay White is the perfect villain. I got serious Edge vibes from him in this match and he really tries everything short of killing Ibushi to try and win. Seeing Ibushi with tat trophy and flag is EVERYTHING. I will admit it is a little sad that its just him in the ring but, a big win none the less. This man doesn’t just deserve this.

HE EARNED THIS.

“Thank you so so much” What a fucking legend.

#njpw #g1 29 #g1 finals #kota ibushi #jay white

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What We Learn Along The Way

Chapter One

The past few weeks had been awful. Izuku Midoriya sighed and scrubbed the heels of his hands over his tired eyes, barely suppressing the urge to yawn.

He glanced over at the clock and groaned. The bright red numbers taunting him with how little sleep he would get tonight. He hasn’t been able to go to bed at a decent time for the past few days, overwhelming stress feeding into his overcrowded brain and making it hard to function, let alone flourish.

He rolled his chair away from his disaster of a desk and rose to his feet, sluggishly making his way to the kitchen. He didn’t turn on any of the lights, his body moving through the small apartment on muscle memory.

There was nothing worth eating in the fridge, same as the last three times he’d checked. He half smiled, huffing out a small laugh. Not sure why I bothered, it’s not like something’s going to magically appear.

He stretched his arms high over his head, grunting as he felt several spots on his back pop. His body ached from the hours he spent hunched at his desk making lesson plans, replying to emails, and grading papers. This was Izuku’s third year teaching third grade at Mayfield Elementary School and he was so close to tenure he could taste it.

Normally he would have all this work done before he left the school, but there was an especially problematic student in his class that was making his life incredibly difficult. They were only two weeks into the school year and there were several meetings with the student and his legal guardian, not to mention the IEP meetings, Principal visits, and trips to the guidance counselors and school resource officer.

Midoriya was at his wits end- he had never dealt with such a destructive force of nature before. Kota Izumi was a very difficult child to reach out to, and not for lack of trying. Izuku was a kind, patient man and did his best to accommodate the needs of his students but it was becoming increasingly difficult to give the other nineteen students the attention they deserved when a single student consumed his time.

Not to mention the fact that Kota often lashed out, pushing classmates, throwing books, even going as far as to punch Izuku in the groin when he tried to pull Kota off another student.

The man grimaced at the memory and grabbed a half empty bag of Doritos from the cabinet. He made his way back to his bedroom, sliding down into the uncomfortable black rolling chair. Staring at the mess of papers covering his desk he sighed and started to sort them into separate piles, paperclipping them together. He was almost able to see the top of his beaten-up wooden desk again when his computer chirped at him.

Frowning, he reached for the mouse and pulled up his email. His large, green eyes widened when he saw it was from the Principal and he quickly opened it.

Kota Izumi IEP Update To: [email protected] Cc: [email protected] From: Shouta Aizawa Subj: Kota Izumi IEP Update

Izuku,

I received confirmation this evening that the special aide Ms. Sosaki requested for Kota has been approved and selected. He will be at the school tomorrow to fill out paperwork and tour the school. He will begin working with Kota tomorrow afternoon under the supervision of the guidance counselor, so Kota will not be in class after lunch. Both Kota and his new aide will be present in class on Friday so be aware there may be an adjustment period. I expect frequent reports on the effectiveness of the aide in keeping Kota in check while allowing you to maintain control over your other students.

Principal Aizawa

Izuku smiled as he typed out a cheerful response. They had been talking about bringing in someone to deal specifically with Kota for the past week. Kota’s aunt had been very insistent that whoever they brought in was specialized in dealing with the extreme aggression brought on by the recent loss of both his parents.

Principal Aizawa never mentioned the aide’s name, but Izuku just assumed it was the email address that had been Cc’d. He glanced at it again and smiled when he saw his Alma Mater, UA University.

He had finished top of his class in May of 2016 with a Bachelors degree in education and got the job at Mayfield immediately after graduation, starting his first year as a teacher that fall.

He felt a wave of relief wash over him. If the aide graduated from UA as well, he must be good. It was the best university in America and had a very small acceptance rate. He felt better too, knowing that they would already have something in common.

The aide’s primary focus would be Kota, but Izuku couldn’t deny his excitement at having another adult around to give him a mental break from the litany of questions that his eight and nine-year-old students constantly threw his way. He loved his job dearly, but you can only hear the same jokes repeated so many times before you questioned your sanity.

Izuku hit send and closed his laptop, blinking at the sudden darkness. He slowly made his way over to his bed, shedding his clothes as he walked until he was only wearing a pair of dark grey boxer briefs. He flopped down on the bed, the mattress’s old springs squealing in protest, and surrounded himself in his dark blue comforter.

His eyes were only closed for a moment but when he opened them again the room was slowly filling with the soft light of dawn. He bolted upright and reached for his phone, panic gripping his chest.

Groaning, he flopped back down, watching as the numbers went from 6:59 to 7:00 and his alarm shattered the silence. With a roll of his eyes, he made his way to the bathroom and started to get ready for the day. He couldn’t do much about the dark shadows that were starting to form under his eyes, so he focused his attention on the unruly mass of greenish black curls that were tangled and puffy from tossing and turning during the night.

He let the hot water relax his muscles, closing his eyes and relishing the feeling. He ran a large comb through his hair after he conditioned it and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his hips. He wiped the fog from the mirror and sprayed the leave in conditioner his mom had always insisted he use in his damp curls, then left them to air dry.

Izuku mentally thanked his principal for having such a casual dress code for the teachers. He hated wearing collared shirts and working with third graders his nice clothes would just be destroyed anyway. Putting on a pair of dark denim skinny jeans and a white t-shirt that had the word t-shirt written in black across the chest, he then threw on a grey cardigan that was a few sizes too big and pushed the sleeves up to his elbows.

The final touch were his red high-top sneakers with black laces, his favorite shoes since his mom bought them for him in high school. It was such a small thing, but it helped him feel close to her since she passed away when he started college.

His father was never in his life, so he hadn’t felt the loss for him like he did when the cancer took his mom. It was the little things that would remind him of her, they made him smile softly at her memory and helped him feel a little less lonely.

He grabbed a chocolate pop-tart as he headed out the door and slung his laptop bag over his shoulder, patting his pockets to make sure his wallet, keys, and phone were all accounted for. He made his way to the elevator, not wanting to take the stairs down from the fifth floor of his apartment building.

His eyes saw without seeing, his morning uneventful and routine. He wasn’t much of a morning person to begin with, but his recent lack of adequate sleep had been throwing him for a loop.

He was hurled back into reality when he tried to pull into what he thought was an empty parking space only to find that a black and orange motorcycle was hidden by the surrounding cars. Slamming on the brakes a second too late, the front of his car ran into the back tire of the motorcycle, causing the bike to lurch forward.

A tall, leather jacket clad figure jumped back, throwing his arms up in an aggressive way and turned towards Izuku’s car. Green eyes widening in horror, Izuku covered his mouth with his hands and took several deep breaths as he realized what happened and tried not to panic.

The tall figure made his way to the driver’s side door, tearing off the black helmet and revealing spiky ash-blond hair and fierce red eyes. The man’s face was pulled into a furious scowl and the window muffled the sounds of his angry screams.

Izuku’s hand shook slightly as he unbuckled his seatbelt and went to open the door, requests for forgiveness flowing from his lips in rapid succession. The blonde man ripped open the door before Izuku got the chance and grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt, pulling him up and slamming his back against the car.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM YOU PIECE OF SHIT? WHY THE HELL WEREN’T YOU PAYING ATTENTION?”

The blond’s deep voice carried across the empty parking lot and rang in Izuku’s ears as he tried to apologize but the man was speaking over him.

“I’m sorry I’m so, so, SO sorry, I don’t know what happened, I thought the spot was empty and I just pulled in without thinking. Did I wreck your bike? Are you okay? I’m so incredibly sorry…” Izuku had trailed off, mumbling a steady stream of apologies as tears trickled down his freckled cheeks.

The blond paused, confusion passing over his face before being replaced by annoyance. He released his grip on Izuku’s shirt and quickly made his way back to the bike, checking it over for damage. Izuku stood nervously by his car, the back half of it still blocking the aisle.

He didn’t know what to do so he started to run his fingers through his hair only to inwardly curse himself for messing up his curls. When the blonde stomped back towards him, Izuku backed up into the side of his car, preparing himself for another round of angry cursing.

The man opened his mouth only to be cut off by the sound of a long, flat chime that signaled that school was about to start. His eyes hardened, scowling so deeply it almost looked like a snarl.

“You’re lucky nothing’s damaged and I have somewhere to be. You better hope I never see your fucking face again.”

The man stormed off and Izuku exhaled, deflating slightly. With shaking hands, he opened the car door and sat down, reversing from his poor parking job and found a new spot a few aisles over. He grabbed his laptop bag and ran inside, barely making it into his classroom before the late bell.

Despite the morning's rough start, class was normal. Kota was difficult but not as bad as usual. Eri had a meltdown when some of the children made fun of the birthmark on her forehead, a small triangular mark that was light brown in color. Izuku pulled her over to a corner and got down on her level, asking her what was wrong.

“They said it looked like a horn, and only monsters have horns!”

Izuku looked away for a moment before an idea popped into his head. “That’s not true, it doesn’t look like a horn Eri. But did you know that there are magical creatures that have horns?"

The girl raised her head to look at her teacher, her small hands fiddling with the long white hair that sat in twin braids over her shoulders. “No, what kind of magical creature?” She sniffled as she spoke.

Izuku smiled, and leaned closer, as if he was letting her in on an important secret. “Unicorns!”

The girl’s face lit up and she started to giggle. “So, if my mark makes me a unicorn, what do your marks make you?”

Izuku paused for a moment, thinking about what mythical creatures had large amounts of freckles on their face and body. “I’m not sure Eri, why don’t you think about it during lunch and tell me later!”

The girl cheerfully agreed and walked back to her desk. Once everyone was calm again he went back to the lesson. A little while later the bell rang. The students grabbed their money and lunch boxes from their cubbies and Izuku led them single file to the lunchroom. Once the lunch monitors counted all twenty students, Izuku made his way to the teacher’s lounge to have his own lunch.

“IZUKU! Man, you look like crap! You haven’t been sleeping well again, have you?”

A loud, friendly voice jerked Izuku back to reality. The green haired man laughed self-depreciatingly and rubbed the back of his neck. Turning to face the large, muscular redhead who was leaning against the employee fridge, Izuku noticed a few other teachers seated at the small circular table.

The redhead who had spoken to him was Eijirou Kirishima, the gym teacher. He was around 6’5” and pure muscle, towering over Izuku’s 5’9” frame. Izuku was by no means scrawny, he worked out when he could and ran quite often. He just didn’t build bulk muscle as easily as Eijirou did and was much leaner than the redhead.

Glancing back at the table he saw Ochaco Uraraka, a petite young woman with rosy cheeks and short brown hair. She has an incredibly bubbly attitude and her students love how silly she can be.

She taught third grade as well, along with Iida Tenya, a tall man with glasses and blue-black hair, neatly styled in a conservative cut. He was rather strict at times but his students all respected him, and they knew they could always come to him for help.

Then there was Mina Ashido, the art teacher. She had wild pink curls that were never frizzy which brought out Izuku’s petty jealous side and she had lots of dark eyeliner smudged around her bright yellow eyes. She was very interesting to look at, often wearing excessive amounts of glitter and blush, but she managed to make it work. Most of the kids thought she was strange but Mina had a small cult following of students who idolized her.

“It’s been a rough start to the year, most of my students are great but I have one in particular that is giving me a hard time.” Izuku sighed, leaning against the counter that faced the trio seated at the table.

“Unfortunately, dealing with the disciplinary issues is causing me to fall behind on my grading and lesson plans. Which is why I’ve been staying up late to try and catch up. Heh, I wish my lunch break was long enough to take a nap if I’m being honest!”

The green haired teacher had opened the fridge and was searching for his lunchbox when he realized that it was in his fridge at home. Groaning, he swung the door shut and made his way to the table, claiming the empty chair next to Ochaco.

Ochaco placed a hand on his shoulder. “Izuku, did you forget your lunch again?” The young man smiled sheepishly at his friend as she shook her head and softly sighed. She ignored his protests and placed half of her sandwich, her apple, and half of her cookie in front of him. Izuku smiled and thanked her. As he began to eat, Mina went back to the story she had been telling before he came into the lounge.

“So, after Kyoka sent the kids home with the recorders and workbooks she gets like, five calls from pissed off parents complaining about the noise and how dare she assign something so annoying bla bla bla. I don’t know why the parents complain, she sends out an email and sends a note home with each kid.”

Ochaco nodded her head emphatically. “Right! I hate it when they complain about stupid things that we go out of our way to inform them about! Like, no matter how many emails, notes in their planners, or reminder slips I send out I always have at least one or two parents who freak out and claim they had no idea our school had a science fair and that the students would have to participate for a grade.”

Izuku was listening, but his thoughts were on the owner of the motorcycle he had rear-ended this morning. He had been so focused on teaching that he was barely able to think about it but now that he was going over the event he was getting anxious.

Who was that man? Was his bike actually okay? He didn’t seem like the type of guy to lie to make me feel better, but I’m not sure. I can’t believe I was so out of it this morning, I really need to get it together. I even forgot my own lunch.... That guy was strong. I wasn’t expecting to get man-handled this morning…but I might have deserved it a little for running into his motorcycle.

He snapped out of his thoughts when Iida and Ochaco started to get up from the table and throw away their trash. Izuku glanced up at the clock and sucked in a breath, turning back to his half-eaten lunch and scarfing it down.

The trio chatted cheerfully as they made their way to the lunch room to pick up their students. Izuku was pulled aside by the lunch aide, who informed him that Kota had been taken to the Principal’s office to meet his in-class assistant. Relief washed over the teacher as he collected his remaining nineteen students and led them back to the classroom.

Read more at https://archiveofourown.org/works/15906747

#bakudeku #bakugou x midoriya #katsuki bakugou #midoriya izuku #bnha izuku #bnha katsuki #bnha bakugou #bnha #kacchan #deku #Teacher!Izuku

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haru-desune · 6 years

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Can I ask for more gakuen babysitters? I loved your hayaryuu!!! May I request some adult hayaryuu with the younger siblings being cute and/or annoying

A/N- Ask and you shall receive! How about a 5+1? I’ve always wanted to do one of those! Also found on AO3 and FF.net

Home is Where ever I’m with You

When Ryu started university and Chairman Morinomiya had suggested he go to the one in the city so that he could stay at home, he flat out refused, claiming he didn’t want to be a burden and that she was already doing more than enough by paying for his education. So Hayato had stepped up. After a serious talk with six year old Kotaro, the two moved into a small 2 room apartment together in a different city with mutters of “since we’re going to the same university” and “seriously, it’s cheaper this way”. Kotaro stayed with the Chairman, attending a school close to the academy. Ryu would go home every weekend to visit him and pretend that everything was the same.

Hayato, feeling the added pressure of keeping up his baseball scholarship, found his comfort in quiet nights on the couch that took up most of their tiny hall and B grade horror movies that still managed to make Ryu cover his eyes while they watched, or in the park down the street where they’d go running when staying indoors became too much to bear and where they’d sometimes take their brothers when they came to visit, or when he accompanied Ryu home on the weekends because he may not show it as much, but he loves his family.

Neither Ryu nor Hayato mentioned the mind-numbing relief they felt when they realized that they would have the other by their side for another year.

One year of cohabitation and palpable UST turned best friends into boyfriends. Three years after that they had graduated. Six months later they had settled into new jobs and a new apartment in their old city. In a week, Kotaro moved in. The very next day Taka nearly tore the place down during the first of what would become many visits to the new Kashima-Kamitani residence. It wasn’t much, but it was home.

Some people would be irritated that their boyfriend woke up at 5 AM every day, mused Ryu as he brushed his teeth on a cold Wednesday morning. Then again, most people hadn’t been waking up at 5 almost every day since their final year of middle school. Hayato’s habit of going for an early morning run matched perfectly with the morning schedule Ryu had been following since high-school. Even Kotaro couldn’t shake the habit, and would join Hayato on his run if Ryu couldn’t coax him back to bed before he woke up fully. Today he had succeeded in that endeavour, though he didn’t know how much of it was due to his persuasive skills and how much was due to math test Kotaro had been prepping for well into the night.

Ryu set about making their respective bentos and then making breakfast, which Kotaro had practically swallowed whole before disappearing back into his room with his prep book. By the time Hayato came back, he was on the couch, sipping a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. Hayato poured himself a cup and joined him, checking his emails on this phone. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, his wet hair making him look like he’d just stepped out of the shower. Ryu wrinkled his nose. Hayato caught the expression and smirked, and Ryu knew what was coming even before he even moved.

“Hayato, don’t you dare.”

The smirk only grew wider as he leaned sideways. Ryu scooted away until he was pinned to the side of the couch and there was suddenly no escape. He ended up with a lap-full of sweaty boyfriend and groaned.

“Gross!”

Hayato hummed in response, closing his eyes, coffee forgotten. Ryu poked him in the side.

“No sleeping. Only shower.” He said as he continued his attack, relishing in the way Hayato jumped at the sudden contact.

“Alright, alright I’m going!” said Hayato with a laugh. Ryu watched him leave with a fond smile, before returning to his paper. Hayato returned soon, smelling of mint and dressed for work. He reclaimed his position on the couch, though unfortunately not on Ryu’s lap. He draped an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders, pulling him closer.

“Better?” he asked, when Ryu looked up at him.

“Much.” He replied with a grin, running his fingers through the soft hair that curled at the nape of Hayato’s neck.

Hayato cupped his face, running a thumb over his cheekbone, and leaned in. Ryu had just let his eyes close as their noses brushed when the front door slammed open.

“KOTARO HELP ME I’M GOING TO FAIL!”

At eleven years old Taka’s voice had only gotten louder, and Ryu just knew they were going to get complaints from the neighbours. Again.

“Dammit Taka,” Hayato grumbled, turning to glare at his brother “Keep your voice down!”

Taka turned to his brother with a panicked expression.

“Aniki, I’m going to fail.”

“Then you should have studied last night!”

“I did study last night!”

“Really? Because your Instagram story has just been screenshots from that anime you started watching.”

Taka turned red and opened his mouth to respond and Ryu sighed and settled down to referee another Kamitani brother brawl. He was saved by the sudden appearance of Kotaro, who placed a hand on Taka’s shoulder. The boy seemed to deflate at the touch and he turned to Kotaro with pleading eyes.

“Come on. I’ll teach you on the way to school.”

He grabbed his school bag and left the apartment with a near hysterical Taka on his heels.

Hayato sighed and shook his head.

“Is it a Kashima policy to solve every problem with a hug?” he asked, only half sarcastic.

“Only when the problem is a Kamitani.” said Ryu with a grin, thoroughly enjoying Hayato’s answering blush.

I Can’t Imagine Ever Loving You Less

“I’m home!” Hayato yelled, closing the door behind him. He took a deep breath as he removed his shoes and loosened his necktie. Ryu was making curry today, it seemed. His boyfriend poked his head out of the kitchenette and grinned at him. He returned the expression with a fond smile of his own.

“That smells delicious.” He said, following Ryu back into the kitchen area.

“Well it’s nearly done.” Ryu responded, lowering the flame on the stove.

“How was work?”

“Pretty good, though I have to admit, it’s always pleasantly surprising to actually have more than two co-workers at a day care centre. I still can’t believe I can come home before sunset!” He let out a small laugh. “How about you, Mr. Hotshot researcher?”

“It’s taken a while, but I think the team has almost reached a break through on that new painkiller.” said Hayato, leaning against the counter.

“That’s excellent news!”

A warmth spread through Hayato’s chest the way it always did when Ryu praised him, and he glanced away, suddenly shy. His eyes landed on the fridge, which held a mishmash of artwork, from Kotaro and the Morinomiya kids and more recently his day care children, and spotted a new addition to the collection.

“Who drew that?” he said, gesturing towards the masterpiece in question.

“Another one from Hana-chan. Apparently it’s me. As a dragon-knight.”

“Watch out Ryu, I think someone has a little crush.”

Something about his tone must have caught his boyfriend’s attention, because he glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

“Hayato,” he said, voice teasing “don’t tell me you’re jealous of a four year old.”

“… No.”

Ryuuichi burst out laughing, moving to stand before him. He did his level best to look anywhere but at the man in front of him as Ryu looped his arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss, before breaking away and resting his forehead against Hayato’s, preventing him from looking anywhere but into his eyes.

“Don’t worry,” Ryu said, managing to sound both patronizing and breathless at the same time “I only have eyes for you.”

There was no other response to that except to growl and pull him closer, lips hovering inches away, all that was needed was to move their heads closer and-

“Ni-chan, is dinner ready? I’m hungry.” Kotaro’s quiet voice sliced through the atmosphere like a katana. Hayato could feel his face turn bright red as Ryu jumped backwards, flustered.

“Kotaro! How long have you been standing there!?” He asked, clearing his throat.

“For a while.” He said with a shrug, before his eyes gained a mischievous twinkle “I guess you didn’t notice since you only have eyes for Haya-ni.”

Hayato, who had just managed to tame his blush, was now back at square one. He groaned.

“You were such a good kid, Kota. I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone with my brother for so long!” he said. Kamatsuki-sensei would be proud of his dramatics, really.

Ryu snorted from where he was serving the food. He seemed to gotten himself under control. “Please, this isn’t Taka, this is one hundred percent Kirin.” He handed a bowlful of curry to his brother.

“Yeah,” said Kotaro, accepting the bowl with a smile “that’s fair.”

You Make My Heart Beat Faster

Ryu had soap suds up to his elbows when he felt a weight against his back and strong arms around his waist. He chuckled softly as Hayato rested his chin atop his head.

“Long day?”

Hayato hummed in response, a low rumble in his throat, placing a soft kiss on the top of his head.

“Ah, I thought you had a game with the neighbourhood association.”

“It rained this afternoon, so it got cancelled.”

Hayato’s breath was warm as it ghosted across his ear, his voice so low that Ryu could feel the vibrations of his chest against his back. He couldn’t quite hold back a shiver, and there was an answering nibble on his earlobe.

“That’s- ah- that’s a shame.”

He could feel a smile in the kiss was pressed to his cheek.

“It’s not so bad from where I’m standing.”

Ryu would have laughed if his knees hadn’t suddenly turned to jelly at the sensation of lips against the sensitive stretch of skin just behind his ear. He felt Hayato’s nose lightly brush his skin as he moved lower to kiss his jaw. He focused on finishing up the plate in his hand- thankfully the last of that evening’s dishes- hoping that it would help keep all embarrassing noises internal. It wasn’t working, evidenced by the strangled groan that escaped his throat as Hayato dragged his lips against his neck.

Somehow, he managed to dry that last plate without dropping it just as Hayato nibbled and sucked his way to his collar-bone. He could feel teeth and tongue and he let out a low, needy moan. The arms around his waist tightened and Ryu melted into the embrace, leaning against Hayato’s chest and tilting his head to face him, and was met with a gentle smile.

“Hello.”

“Hello.” Ryu said softly. “There’s still soap on my hands.”

“Who cares?”

“Good point.”

Ryu could hear his own thundering heartbeat as Hayato leaned closer, and he craned his neck upwards to take advantage of the position- only to nearly scream when the clatter of metal on wood filled the room. Both men whipped around to face an extremely sheepish Kotaro kneeling on the counter, a pile of freshly washed pots and pans scattered on the floor.

“Oops.”

Ryu sank to the floor clutching his chest, heart hammering for a completely different reason.

“Are you alright!?”

“Yeah. I just wanted a snack. Haya-ni hides the yummy chocolate cookies on the top shelf.”

“What.”

A quick glance at Hayato’s averted gaze confirmed the story.

“Hayato…”

“How did you even know I keep them there?”

Kotaro looked at him blankly. Hayato sighed and got the cookies down for the boy, who beamed as he grabbed a couple from the box.

“Thanks! Um… sorry for interrupting your… whatever!” He dashed out of the room before either of them could process the statement.

Ryu groaned and leaned his forehead against his knees.

“Top shelf? Really?” he said to Hayato without even lifting his head.

“You didn’t find them, did you?”

I See My Future in Your Eyes

The park was probably Hayato’s favourite place in the town. It wasn’t as popular as the one in the centre of the city, which suited him just fine. When their siblings were younger, He and Ryu used to take them here and let them run wild. Well, Taka used to run wild dragging Kotaro behind him, not that the other seemed to mind much. Ryu and Hayato used to watch them while swinging idly on the swing set. Back then, he didn’t understand why the sight of Ryu sitting with his head tilted back and smiling softly, painted in the rose-gold rays of the setting sun was enough to make his breath catch and his stomach to summersaults. He knew better now.

“What are you smiling about?” Ryu asked elbowing him lightly and bringing him out of his reverie. Kotaro and Taka had wanted to play soccer, and they had tagged along at Taka’s insistence.

“Just thinking,” He replied, scooting closer to Ryu and draping his arm across the back of the bench they were sitting on “this place hasn’t changed much.”

Ryu laughed in agreement, and Hayato found himself enchanted all over again.

“There’s the spot where the boys found ‘buried treasure’” said Ryu, still giggling as he pointed out the sandbox where Taka and Kotaro had stumbled upon 100 yen while they were playing. Hayato grinned.

“Don’t forget the ‘super-secret Ranger base’” he added, gesturing at the jungle gym, getting an appreciative chuckle.

“Isn’t that the slide Kotaro and I got stuck on when he refused to go down without me?”

“That’s where I fell in love with you for the first time.”

Ryu made a choked sound, colouring in surprise. Hayato wasn’t in a much better condition, but now that he’d started, he had to keep going.

“We were sitting on the swings and watching the kids play, and I turned to tell you something, but when I looked at you, I couldn’t remember what I was going to say. It’s not like you were doing anything special, just watching them play, but you looked so… peaceful I guess. I didn’t realize it back then, but that’s the moment I fell.”

Ryu was staring at him, lips slightly parted and tears in his eyes.

“Hayato, I-”

He seemed at a loss for words for a moment, before making a frustrated noise and grabbing Hayato by the collar and pulling him into a kiss. They broke apart and Hayato couldn’t help himself. It had been almost four years, after all.

“Marry me.”

“Okay.”

Hayato grinned, his heart soaring. He cradled the back of Ryu’s head, ready to claim his lips once more, when the world went black and for a moment he saw stars.

“Oh crap!”

That was Taka’s voice. Were eleven year olds allowed to say crap? Did he say crap at eleven?

“Language.” He managed to slur out. Why was he slurring? He blinked a bit to try and bring the world back into focus. Taka was blubbering something in front of him, and Ryu was flitting around in a panic. Kotaro was holding a soccer ball and looking worried. Oh right. His idiot brother had just hit him in the head with a soccer ball.

Later in the hospital waiting room, Hayato wondered aloud whether this was revenge for hitting Taka on the head so often. Taka took the idea with gusto, and wouldn’t shut up about it until Kotaro dragged him away to get something from the vending machine.

“Always the peacemaker that one.” said Hayato fondly. He claimed he’d already felt better as soon as he entered the hospital waiting room, but Ryu refused to let him leave without getting checked for a concussion.

“On the bright side,” said Ryu, finally allowing himself a grin “this is going to make for a fantastic engagement story.”

I Just Wanna be Deep in Your Love

Ryu stumbled into his home in a state of deep exhaustion. Nakamura, who usually handed the kids after 4 o’clock, had come down with the flu, which resulted in a week’s worth of double shifts for Ryu. That wasn’t so bad by itself, but it meant he reached home after Hayato and Kotaro, and was often too tired to do anything more than greet them, eat dinner, and collapse into bed. Thankfully, Nakamura would be back tomorrow.

“I’m home!” called Ryu tiredly, removing his shoes at the entry and shuffling into the hall, where Hayato was watching an old American movie on TV. Ryu sank down next to him on the couch.

“Hungry?” Hayato asked, giving him a concerned look.

“Not really, I had some ramen with Takara and Suzuki. As a celebration of my last day on evening shift.” Ryu responded, leaning into his fiancé with a sigh, feeling the tension leave his body as he become more and more comfortable. His eyes fluttered closed as Hayato ran his fingers through his hair, and he let out a stuttered groan as he felt the light scrape of nails against his scalp.

There was a kiss at his temple, and Ryu suddenly realized the TV had been turned off. He turned to face Hayato and press a kiss against jaw, before moving to the vast expanse of neck, encouraged by the answering gasp. Soon he was straddling Hayato on the couch, without any real idea of how he got there, drunk on the sensation of lips on lips and the sound of soft gasps that filled the air. Ryu broke away from Hayato when a sudden thought struck him.

“Kotaro?”

“Mom’s place. Sleepover.”

Ryu groaned as Hayato resumed his attack on his neck, shivering as he felt fingers slipping under his shirt and over the muscles of his back.

“Here? Really?” he gasped, tugging lightly at Hayato’s hair, trying to bring him back to reality.

“Bedroom?”

“Yes please.”

They moved towards the bedroom, Hayato stopping at the door to press Ryu’s back against it and kiss him soundly. Ryu felt behind him until he could feel the handle of the door. He turned it and they both fell into the room, tripping their way towards the bed. As they collapsed onto the soft cotton sheets, two ringtones clashed horribly as their phones rang in tandem. Ryu let out a frustrated groan and Hayato swore.

“Let it ring.”

“It’s Kota.”

Hayato sighed and moved aside, grabbing his mobile as Ryu reached for his own.

“What?” Growled Hayato just as Ryu answered his.

“Kota what’s wrong?”

“What do you mean you got in a fight with Kotaro?”

“You and Taka never fight, what happened?”

Their words crossed into each other in a confusing jumble, and the two men exchanged an exasperated and mildly worried look as they listened patiently to their brothers.

“Kotaro take the phone into Taka’s room and put it on speaker please.”

“Taka I’m hanging up for a second, just wait.”

Ryu shook his head. He could still hear Taka shouting in the split second it took Hayato to hang up. He put his own mobile on speaker.

“Kota, Taka this is Ryu. Hayato is with me.” He elbowed his fiancé in the side.

“Yo.”

Ryu sighed and tucked himself into Hayato’s side and leaned his head onto his shoulder. It was going to be a long night.

“So, one at a time, tell us what happened.”

Forever Can Never Be Long Enough for Me

Hayato and Ryuuichi, clad in charcoal and off-white respectively, stood under the branches of a maple tree in that same park where they’d first fallen in love, the same park in which Hayato had proposed, hands clasped and seconds away from officially hyphenating their names. Hayato’s mother was sitting in the front row, wiping her eyes on a lace trimmed handkerchief. She had been thrilled when she’d first heard about the relationship, let alone the engagement. Apparently Ryu was the future son-in-law of every mother’s dreams. The other senseis (and Usaida) had found out pretty soon after because she just couldn’t keep the news to himself. He smiled as he remembered Ryu’s increasingly red face at the series of calls they had gotten to congratulate them for “finally getting your act together” as Usaida had put it. The man was seated with Sawatari and the other senseis, looking vaguely put out by the seating arrangements, but smiling brightly whenever he happened to glance at the altar. Hebihara had deigned to make come as well, managing to look awkward, emotional, and a little proud all at the same time, sitting in the row directly behind Shizuka.

Ryu’s Obasan sat next to Shizuka, pretending that she wasn’t tearing at the sight in front of her. She’d taken to inviting Hayato around for dinner even before they’d started dating, and by the time they’d graduated from college, he was present at the table at least once every other weekend. Ryu would claim there was nothing funnier than watching the two converse, as neither of them were big fans of mincing words. Saikawa was next to her, manfully crying into his ever present hanky. The red bean rice he’d prepared the weekend Ryu had announced he was finally dating was nothing compared to the feast he made when the man had announced his engagement.

Throwing tradition to the winds, the grooms had chosen a wedding party of men and women of all ages, old friends from high school who stayed close years after graduation and the young friends who still looked up to their Onii-chans after all these years. Behind Hayato stood Taka, Kirin, Kazuma, Nezu, and Inomata, all dressed in navy blue and silver. Behind Ryu, dressed in pale yellow and deep purple, stood Kotaro, Midori, Takuma, Yagi, and Ushimaru.

“They look like daybreak and midnight.” Sawtari had whispered to Usaida when the wedding party had walked down the aisle.

The officiator cleared his throat.

“Do you, Kamitani Hayato take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

“Do you, Kashima Ryuuichi take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

“You may now kiss.”

The two men leaned in, before pausing to shoot a suspicious look at their brothers, much to the bewilderment of the guests. Both of the younger boys grinned and mimed zipping their lips, Taka giving them a thumbs up. Looking far more reassured, Ryu closed his eyes, allowing Hayato to dip him backwards, and as their lips met a cheer went up through the audience, but for once they weren’t fazed in the slightest. After all, this kiss was only the first that would mark the rest of their lives together.

A/N- Ahhhh cheesey ending alert! By the way, this is the closest I’ll get to writing smut. I’d like to mention that this story would have gone up way earlier but college is a thing. Plus mom is in town and she doesn’t approve of my sleeping habits. Anyway points to anyone who can guess the songs each section title was taken from. If anyone wants to speculate about their university days, hmu.As always, I’m taking prompts. I won’t write anything that’s ships an adult with a minor (I don’t care what the age of consent is in Japan) or a similar age gap (i.e. teen with child), and I’m very uncomfortable writing smut, but anything else is good to go. Please be patient with me, I should be back on track by next week!

#gakuen babysitters #school babysitters #hayaryuu #kashima ryuuichi #kamitani hayato #kashima kotaro #kamitani taka #fan fic #my fic #anonymous

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initforthelongrun2019 · 5 years

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Conquering Kinabalu

I have been away all week; from Tuesday to Thursday I attended a work conference in Hanoi, then Friday to Sunday I was in Kota Kinabalu to attempt Mount Kinabalu for the second time.

Running in Hanoi was a dream. I arrived in to Vietnam around 9am, got to my hotel at 10am, and was out for a run shortly after that. It was an absolute treat to be able to set off for a run at 10am and not be burnt to a crisp. The weather was cool (a little cold even) and then it rained, which was a welcome delight. I ran on Tuesday and Wednesday, and covered the distance of a full marathon, in what is soon to be my new home (I am relocating to Hanoi later this year and I am so very excited!)

Thursday was a fail. A few too many drinks at the conference dinner on Wednesday night meant that I forgot to set my alarm, so I missed out on my run (and almost missed my flight). As I had a full day of travel, I wasn’t able to catch up on any exercise and so I had a forced rest day, which probably wasn’t a bad thing considering I was hiking up a pretty big mountain the following day.

The Mount Kinabalu hike was incredible. I was in East Malaysia in 2017, where I attempted the climb for the first time, but was rained off after the first day, much to my disappointment. I was determined to go back, so when my friend from Malaysia invited me along with his work colleagues, I couldn’t resist. I’ve had this booked since last year, so I’ve been patiently waiting for what seems like a really long time.

The first day was a 6km hike up to Laban Rata; the hostel where climbers take rest and sleep before waking up at an ungodly hour to summit the following day. Although 6km doesn’t sound a lot, and doesn’t contribute much to my distance for this challenge, it was incredibly tough as the altitude can be difficult to cope with. The climb is recommended to take up to 8 hours, but I did it in 2 hours 4 minutes, which meant I arrived at the hostel for an early lunch and an insanely cold shower. I vowed at this moment that I wouldn’t shower for the rest of the trip.

I had a very sleepless night due to fellow climbers snoring their way through the evening and woke at 1.30am feeling tired and not in a good condition to summit. But, an hour later, I was wrapped up and ready to go. I reached the first check point in one hour (the cut off time is three hours) and was encouraged to wait there for some time, as setting off too early would mean that I would be spending too much time at the peak and would be extremely cold as there is no shelter up there. I waited around 45 minutes and then climbed the rest of the way with my guide which was nice; so far I had hiked alone as I was quicker than the rest of my group. I reached the summit in just over one hour which meant that I still had one hour to wait until sunrise. It was so cold, luckily there was no wind, but the air was bitterly chilly. I layered up even more and tried to not think about the fact I could no longer feel my toes or my fingers. But I knew that it would be worth it and when the sun started to rise I certainly wasn’t disappointed. The views were absolutely breathtaking, although once the sun was up I didn’t hang around because I was still very cold. I started the descent down, reached the hostel, had a little nap, gathered my things, and set off on the long way down.

Once I reached the bottom, I realised I would have a long wait ahead of me as my group hadn’t even reached the hostel by the time I set off. The park HQ (and more importantly, the restaurant where the buffet lunch is held) is around a 4.5km walk from where you start the climb, so I decided it would be a good way to add to my distance for the day and I hiked back to HQ. This did not go down well with passersby, including one of the guides from Amazing Borneo; the travel company who we arranged our hike with, who told me ‘You can’t walk’ and proceeded to open his door and encourage me to get in. My response; ‘I can, I like walking’ was met with, ‘Well I guess I don’t know you’ and very reluctantly he let me get on my way. I was asked a couple of times by other tourists if I wanted a ride back to HQ, but I carried on regardless, on what was actually a very nice, relatively flat, recovery walk. When I arrived back at HQ, the team cautiously asked me if I was ok and explained very slowly that they provide a free shuttle for all climbers. They clearly thought I was crazy and I didn’t have the energy to argue, so instead, I thanked them for their concern and went off to lunch.

On Sunday I went out for a 16km run and today I completed 10km followed by a HIIT class, although I had to modify many of the exercises because my legs aren’t really working properly. I’m very stiff and very sore; running so soon after a huge hike probably isn’t the greatest idea but so long as I can move my legs I will always run. I’m sure I’ll be fine in a couple of days.

In other news, I finally went to hospital this morning to have my foot checked out. I was seen extremely quickly by the doctor at Bangkok Christian Hospital, who suggested that he thought the lump on my foot was a cyst. I have been doing some self-diagnosis (i.e. googling) and thought the same, and a quick needle and extraction of some gooey horrible foot substance confirmed this. He then injected again with cortisone, gave me some meds and said I should be ok within a week or so. I asked about the pain on the side of my foot and whether or not I should get an x-ray, particularly as lots of my friends have been worried about me and have been encouraging me to do so. He said that seeing as I walked in to the office wearing heels, and have been walking and running for the last two weeks, he was pretty certain that it isn’t broken. I was happy with that response, even happier when I told him how much running I was doing and he just smiled and shrugged his shoulders. I like a doctor who just lets you get on with things.

It wasn’t so easy when I left the doctors room; I was grabbed by a nurse, taken to another room, put in a bed and told I needed injections. I explained many times that I’d already had injections and didn’t need any more but they left me there waiting. Eventually I got fed up of waiting, jumped out of bed, put on my shoes and ran off to collect my meds. Considering the challenge I’m doing, running off seemed like the right thing to do.

Distance covered so far: 1,324.79km Distance still to run: 6,175.21km

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abakersquest · 7 years

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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX – WHERE STONE STANDS IDLE

As Polly increased power to the skiff’s engine to avoid the clasping claws of the colossal crustacean, Sho’ko spoke. “Hold fast your course, should we lose sight of the black peak, we shall not find our way again.”

“KINDA HARD WITH THE WHOPPIN’ GREAT BEASTIE ABOUT TO DICE US IN HALF!” Polly shouted while keeping the mountains lined up in her sight, despite the ship’s increased wobble at this speed.

Wally was still desperately fighting off panic when he allowed adrenaline and fear to boil up something useful in him; a plan. It was bold, desperate, and exactly the sort of ridiculous thing that had carried them this far. In a single motion he turned to face the panicked Planaetian sitting behind him. “Wistea!”

Her attention snapped to him immediately.

“How long can you make those vines of yours?”

“I-I-I.” She clenched her fist and straightened her posture to fight against rightfully present fear. “I do not know; I’ve never had to use them for anything further than fifty feet.”

“Then I suppose its time we both found out exactly how much that little bauble in your chest has to contribute.”

“Hang on!” Rozzi called out, a slight tremor in her aggravated tone. “I think you and I have been too close for too long, because I’m pretty sure I know what you’ve got planned!”

Wally’s expression was a potent blend of terror and courage, giving him a slightly crazed smile that suited someone about to do the most insane thing they’ve ever done in their entire life. And, with the way Wally’s life had gone these past few months? That was saying something. Gently, he took one of her hands, and as calmly as he could manage, asked, “If you have a better plan, I would surely love to hear it.”

The red panda’s face was a sour tapestry of regret and frustration as she silently struggled in vain.

He nodded solemnly, “I’ll take that to mean ‘best of luck out there, try very hard not to die.” He looked to everyone. “Now, here’s the plan. Wistea, you keep a vine around my waist and I’ll handle the rest. Polly when Rozzi gives you the signal you open the top of this ship so I can get out.”

“GET OUT?!” Wistea and Polly shouted in unison.

“The only way we’re getting to Krust Mountain is through him!” Wally pointed at their titanic threat just as another claw strike approached. “ROZZI!”

She clenched her fist together and called out. “OPEN IT NOW!”

The canopy popped open like the lid of a mason jar, a shimmer of mystically locked air around them keeping the wind sheer off their faces. Wistea was careful as her vines knotted themselves around Wally’s waist, confirming with a furtive nod she was ready.

Taking a deep breath was all he could to do to steady himself as he took the Flare in hand and leapt out into the open air. He hoped beyond reason what he was about to try would work. The force of the wind now pushing against his body sent him reeling backward through the sky until the vine around his waist pulled taut. In the skiff, Wistea had almost been yanked out of her seat if not for the quick and sturdy grip of Sho’ko. She grunted in courageously muted pain as Wally traveled in a bizarre arc at the end of her vines.

As his momentum began to falter and the force of wind slowed him even more, Wally flattened out his feet, centered himself as best he could and focused the flow of his magic to a place he’d never sent it before. From their view aboard the skiff, it appeared as if an explosion had suddenly engulfed the heroic wallaby. But from out of the sudden plume of flame he exploded, racing at top speed toward the inbound pincer. The Stellar Flare shone in the light of the sun, a truly dazzling sight as it caught the lip of the aggressor’s limb. With impossible strength, Wally knocked it away, the Stellar Flare ringing out like a church bell.

As the claw recoiled, so too did Wally down toward the ocean. The lifeline around his waist wrapped around the hull of the Skiff as he traveled in another broad arc toward the monster’s other offending appendage. With no other way to close the distance between the ship and it in time, Wally reared back the Flare and readied a spell. With all the fire he could muster he cried out, “DRAGON’S CALDERA!” A pillar of flame erupted outward from his sword swing and crashed against its gigantic target. The great beast shrieked; a horrible piercing noise, as it pulled its bright red claw away from the blast.

Polly called out to her passengers. “We’re getting close now! Pull him back in, Wisty!”

“Right!” she grunted, then she huffed, then she painfully strained. “I… I can’t! It-it-it isn’t working!”

Without a single word, Sho’ko moved closer and took hold of Wistea’s vines directly, pulling Wally in. As said wallaby felt the tendrils cinch around his waist with every tug, he sheathed the Flare and started to climb along the vine with hopes to meet them half way. It was then he felt an unexpected jerk.

“Oh! Oh no!” Wistea called out. “It’s snapping! That was too much too fast!”

“Wally!” Rozzi called out toward him, her voice lost in the strangeness of her own mystical barricade and the rushing air beyond.

But he could see her, in the whipping winds and uncontrollable sheer induced tumble, he caught sight of her long enough to know the threat was immediate. He steeled himself for the snap to come and held his breath as the vine finally gave way and he belonged to gravity once more. He shut his eyes, ignored his every sense and once more channeled the flame at the heart of him to burst forth from his soles. There was more focus, more shape to them than the initial explosion. A roaring cascade of focused flames pushed Wally against all natural forces and sent him racing back toward the skiff, his arm outstretched the whole way. His fingers just barely hooking onto the opened canopy, as every free hand inside quickly snatched up his wrist and yanked him inside.

To many, this would be the ideal moment to catch one’s breath, as the Skiff traversed the edge of the rocky isle atop the enormous crab at last. But Wally’s breath catching was interrupted by the firm tug Rozzi gave his shirt. “Wally,” Her voice was a readied dagger in a dark alley. “You knew you could do that, right? That whole flying trick just now is something you had ready, right?!”

Wally was silent for a moment, as it was one that might have called for a white lie. As he quickly muddled it over, he could feel her growing more frustrated with his silence. “Well,” he finally managed in his most apologetic tone. “I mean if that blue-tongued fellow could fly with his magic, there certainly wasn’t a reason I couldn’t.”

“Wally!” she bit her lower lip, clearly swore several times into it before finally letting him go. “I can’t stop you from doing things like that, can I?”

He wasn’t quite sure why, but a smile seemed to settle on his face. “If I’m honest, it’s more that you make me brave enough to try them.”

She forcibly frowned and crossed her arms. “Don’t you try’n be charming! I’m mad at you!”

Sho’ko watched the two of them curiously. “Sho’ko, marveled by the complexity of life, hopes that you find forgiveness for the bearer of the goddess’ actions. He is as he was forged by time and-”

“You’re the last thing I want to hear from!” Rozzi shouted. “You couldn’t’ve been just a wee bit more gabby about the crab that almost killed us?!”

“Sho’ko, baffled by the ever changing world, cannot explain its violent behavior. Mayhap the strangeness of this vessel alarmed the creature. It produces a terrific noise and was soaring so closely to its eyes. One did not expect it to rise at all, much less attack.”

Wistea sighed as she rubbed the dull ache from her arms as best she could. “It seems to be a sign of the times. We keep barely salvaging or losing Aspects to Kota, this may simply be another side effect.”

Sho’ko settled into his seat again watching the mountainous terrain of the island pass below. “A world loosened from its fittings shall shake like a broken wheel.”

“Huh,” Rozzi replied. “I actually got that one.”

The skiff landed on a flat stretch of stone with a little doing as the ground began to slide downward when they came in. The crab below, wounded by its bygone catch of the day, set to brood the loss within its island sized shell. When everything settled the five occupants stepped out.

“Mmm, always did like a cool sea breeze across my gills after a long time indoors.” Polly said as she stretched. “So, you’re from ‘round here huh, Sho’ko?” She looked back and forth as the seemingly barren terrain of stone. There were hardly any patches of soft ground to give even the hardiest of shrubs a chance to grow. “Really doesn’t look like much.”

“We, Guardians since the first true dawn, were set upon this great stone as its caretakers. A sanctuary whereupon God or Goddess observed those they’d sired closely. When at last they chose to retreat, we were told to maintain this place until the final days of their creation.”

“Maintain?” Wistea looked up toward the mountains. “You mean that, in all this time, you have just kept it the same.”

“Sho’ko, ever observant, has learned that those of the world beyond this isle exist in time that’s fleeting. You are all, in essence, hunters of an illusive prey and craft the world around you to help you pursue it. As we guardians are ageless, such a pursuit is unnecessary.”

“Prey?” Wally questioned. “Sounds to me you mean like you think our lives are a constant hunt.”

“Do you not go into the world and seek that which best suits you? A home, a family, a place of being, and a place to pass away alongside those you’ve met on the way to your end.”

Rozzi quietly considered what the massive crystalline fellow had said, and found a funny little thought came into the clearing of her consciousness. She hummed softly to remember the tune properly and began to quietly recite the words to herself. “Is it the wind, or is it the land, that makes the place you choose to stand. Nae Nae I say it’s hand in hand with all the folk y’love.” As she faced everyone, the surprised little smile on Wally’s face instantly erased whatever aggravation he’d made her feel. “S’what I’m named for, y’know. My father caught my mother’s notice with that silly little ditty and when I was born, they named me to fit the tune of it.”

“Rozzi, I must admit my surprise.” Wistea moved herself directly into the couple’s burgeoning moment, entirely oblivious to the atmosphere there. “I thought you didn’t like poetry.”

She frowned and folded her hands behind her head. “I said; I didn’t want any from the walkin’ boulder.”

“Well,” She smiled at them both. “At any rate, I am terribly glad you and Wally are in such fine spirits. Now you can help me tutor him on the finer points of negotiation while we make our way to the Point of Origin and ready for our sit-down with the Gods.” She shook with excitement. “I cannot believe we are actually going to converse with deities!”

“Only the bearer of the goddess will be allowed to approach the summit.” Sho’ko flatly stated. “I am to guide him to the base of the mountain where he shall begin his climb.”

A single leaf fell from the mass that framed Wistea’s face, Rozzi swore she heard her wood creak as her body slowly drooped. “Oh… Well… I suppose then I’ll have to compress my lessons for the walk over to the base of-”

Sho’ko began to walk away from the group. “You shall remain here until I return. Please follow me, bearer of the goddess.”

Wistea could only watch in empty silence as her hope to behold a deific sanctuary, even at a distance, simply walked away.

“Sorry Wistea,” Wally managed to say as he fixed his backpack and set off after Sho’ko.

Polly walked over and gently patted her arboreal friend on her forlorn forearm. “S’alright Wisty, maybe we’ll find some other temple later?”

She made a small whining noise that may have started as words in her mind.

---

If there had ever been even the vaguest definition of a road or path where Wally now walked, time had certainly done its due diligence to erase it. A slip here, a painful rock between the toes there, and he grew to understand why wallabies preferred to live on the flattest ground possible. Of course, he wouldn’t mind the rocky terrain half as much if there were anything else to focus on. To his left, a grey snowcapped mountain range. To his right, it’s possibly coquettish and demure identical twin. Ahead of him, aside from the back end of a rock giant, was the towering black peak where, no doubt, the sanctuary of the gods themselves rested. Wally certainly didn’t want to spend any time thinking about the monumental task of convincing timeless cosmic beings that any of his requests mattered in the greater machinations of the universe, so instead he did what every skilled yet humble purveyor of goods would; make small talk.

“So, Sho’ko… How’d you get your name?”

“The Great Builder arrived here, before I was what I am now. He grew tired of differentiating us by the type of stone that comprised our forms, and sought to give us all names.”

“Wait, so, are all Guardians made from different minerals and stones?”

“Correct.”

“Huh! Well that’s fascinating… But raises the question of where the other Guardians even are. Shouldn’t they be coming out to meet us?”

“We live within the mountains that stand sentry over the Point of Origin. We awake when the first light of day falls, whereupon we descend to the valley and make our way to the sanctuary above, assure it is intact, then return to our post until the next day.”

Wally looked up at him curiously. “Hang on, every morning you all climb down one mountain, then climb up another, make sure the place is tidy, and then soldier on back to your resting places?”

“Yes.” Sho’ko replied casually.

“The service industry would be perfect for you lot,” Wally muttered under his breath. When the subtle glow of his new compatriot’s eyes fell upon him, Wally recoiled slightly. “Ah, never mind that, just a little sarcasm so I don’t have to think too hard about climbing a whole mountain. Although, I suppose since you and the other guardians do it every day, there’s a decent trail.”

“Sho’ko, ever apologetic for his misgivings, reminds the bearer of the goddess that our intent is preservation. The mountain is as it always has been regardless of our constant trek to its summit.”

“One day I’ll learn not to get my hopes up.” Wally said with a slight grumble, slowing down as Sho’ko did as well.

“On the contrary, your hope must be the strongest it has ever been.” The shimmering Guardian held up his mighty arm and pointed toward a stony outcrop ahead. “I can take you no further; there is where you shall begin your ascent.”

While the stalwart wallaby studied what lay ahead of him, the corner of his eye caught sight of Sho’ko reaching a hand up to his chest. His fingers delved into his body as if he’d been made from liquid this entire time, and the brilliant core of light beyond changed as he slowly pulled a small eight sided crystal from his own diamond-like form.

“W-what is that?” Wally asked with an air of concern.

“This is the Key Stone.” He held it out to Wally, who watched the kaleidoscopic innards of the crystal dance and change color in strange yet clear patterns. “As all things begin with a single action, so too did this world. The firmament upon which we all stand was born from one point, and this gem. You must place it in its altar above to signal your presence to the gods on high.”

Wally reached out for the Key Stone and nearly toppled forward when it came to rest in his hands. The weight of the palm filling jewel betrayed its size entirely. Quickly adjusting himself to the extra heft, Wally placed it in his pack and looked toward the black peak ahead. “If I’m honest… I’m not sure I can do this. I’ve never climbed a mountain before.”

“Sho’ko, humble in his deeds, knows that fear. When the world was young, I was but soft and fragile stone, so unlike those around me. In my frailness I found the need to learn more than the others and seek my place among them with more fervor. Over time, with due diligence and patience, my body hardened and I became the strongest of my kind. This is why I was chosen to seek you out, I could best understand life beyond this place and relate to you my own search for strength. Perhaps that is why the gods made me so.”

The little wallaby considered the words of his new friend carefully, smiled bravely, nodded gratefully, and headed toward the mountain. In a few steps, Wally looked over his shoulder at him. “I’m not going to turn into a diamond version of myself or anything like that after I’m done, right?”

“I can make you no promise.”

Wally sighed, “Of course not.”

---

Polly sat on the front end of the skiff, idly kicking her feet and swaying her tail in time with some half remembered sea shanty when her sharp eyes caught sight of a glinting figure in the distance. She took up her spyglass and, with a little added enchantment, caught a clearer sight of the approaching unknown. “Hey girls! I think that’s Sho’ko!” She studied the crystalline being carefully. “But… I think somethin’ happened. He ain’t wearin’ any pants now.”

Before Rozzi could make some witty remark, Wistea shot up. “Polly you stop staring right this instant!”

Unable to keep from snickering, Rozzi hopped down off the boulder she’d chosen as ‘most comfortable’ and peered out over the distance at the shining figure, seeing something that she thought might be a trick of the light. “Hang on a tick… Wisty come here.”

The polite Planaetian turned away and crossed her arms. “I’m not going to engage in any of your lurid-”

“It’s not like that you silly bush! I just need you to check to see if…” Rozzi’s voice trailed off as she saw another glittering body erupt from the ground in the distance. “Never mind, there’s definitely more than one of those big shiny fellas.”

As Wistea finally turned to see what the others spoke of, a few more came forth. Some were sapphire blue, crimson ruby, and a myriad of other precious stones, all bearing the same shape as Sho’ko.

“Don’t suppose they’re here to welcome us,” Rozzi remarked as she carefully handled the hilt of her sickle.

Polly hopped off the skiff and squinted down at the approaching mob, amid their number she saw some strange crimson thread that moved at jagged angles in the air. They seemed to run from the backs of each of their heads to the holes they’d popped from. Before she could ask the others about it, the ground began to shake and a structure arose from behind the horde of stone. It was a narrow yet ornate tower that shone like a golden goblet, clearly more for show than defense as atop it, on a throne of jade, sat the Thorned Princess.

The flowery fiend slowly stood, watching the three of them from her ostentatious vantage point where Polly could not only see her confident smirk, but the clearly ethereal strands that ran from her hand down to the Guardians below. Somehow, stones and boulders around them began to resound with the Princess’ mocking voice.

“Well, well. I must say I am happy the two of you could make it. But, I’m afraid you’ve already missed the coronation ceremony and there’s simply no more room for you or your little guest at the celebration. I’ll simply have to have you ejected by my loyal guards.” With a simple, barely seen gesture from their enslaver the Guardians rushed toward them. The sound was something akin to glass and ceramic thrown together into half a dozen barrels and rolled down a rocky hillside followed by an anticlimactic collision with a thick bush at the bottom. Mystical remnants smoked from the Planaetian’s palms as she stared up defiantly at Kota’s General.

Below them all was a thick bramble patch that had halted the charge of the Guardians entirely. They struggled and tore at the thorny branches that grew back faster than they could be broken.

Wistea shouted at the top of her lungs, “IF YOU THINK YOU CAN FIGHT US WITHOUT GETTING YOUR HANDS DIRTY, THINK AGAIN!”

At first the Thorned Princess did nothing, prompting a comment from Rozzi. “No clue if she actually heard y’say that.”

A stairwell exploded out from the ground before the trio, snaking its way through the air up to the Princess’ golden tower. The second it connected, she began to walk down. Her obsidian plated battle dress gave her an odd sort of sheen as she approached. Pitch black blades emerged from her vambraces and her pace quickened into a sprint. As Rozzi sent a torrential burst of shredding air up to catch her, the steps exploded and launched her over their heads. With unnatural grace she turned in the air and landed ready to strike.

The dark blade clashed with Rozzi’s waiting sickle, wind blasting off the collision. The Thorned Princess’ crimson eyes stared down at the red panda with a sneering superiority that only made Rozzi push harder. While the force of her magic caught some of the raw power behind the Princess’ arms, it wasn’t enough to win the test of strength. Rozzi was silently grateful when a bamboo spear shot out between them and nearly took the top of her opponents head with it.

The Thorned Princess jumped back and, with an air of total confidence, spoke. “My but this is interesting, the Flarebearer’s vassals and no sign of that adorable little ball of pillow stuffing or the dashing daddy’s boy? Oh, that’s right… He followed in his father’s footsteps and died pointlessly, yes? A shame, I was looking forward to making a throw rug out of him.”

Rozzi and Wistea said nothing, merely staring her down.

“Ooh, such stern faces of barely constrained contempt and anger.” Mock scandal contorted her strange face. “I bet you’re both loaded with the most violent fantasies about me.”

“Actually,” Rozzi began with a happy tone. “I was thinking ‘I bet she’s so dumb she can’t even count to three.’”

The Princess recoiled slightly in confusion. “What?”

A white hot dagger, bright as the sun, almost exploded through her chest as she barely realized she’d lost track of Polly entirely. The Light Mage’s invisibility slowly faded as she poured her magic into her blade and carved a blazing swath up the Thorned Princess’ torso. The strange nature of the body it cleaved through forced it to curve up and out through her left shoulder. The almost demonic screech of pain was near deafening as her right arm lashed out and knocked Polly away.

Wistea and Rozzi rushed forward to pile on more damage as the Princess struggled to keep her body from coming completely apart. With a bestial howl and the ground around her violently transforming into uncontrolled shapes, a barrier rose around her that the advancing warriors crashed into.

“Damn!” shouted Rozzi, rubbing her now bruised nose. “It’s just like back in the Silent Marsh! Wisty, can you crush it like you did last time?”

She shook her head sorely. “The bramble manifestation I used to keep the Guardians at bay would stop if I cast Emerald Coffin.”

“Ooh!” Polly said as she rushed over. “I can help with that then! See there’re these little red threads from that nasty excuse for a rose. I think I can cut’em…”

They watched Polly grab for what seemed to be nothing for a minute. They both were breathing in to say something when a glistening crimson thread appeared for a single second in Polly’s hand. It shone once more as her light enchanted dagger cut it, before fading into ethereal dust.

Wistea sounded almost awestruck as she spoke. “That… That must be what she used to control General Mycete…”

“Well then,” Rozzi almost cheered. “You best get to work Polly! Sooner we get those rock folk freed, sooner we can crack this ugly egg!”

As the Icthyite set to work, looking more like a young girl catching snowflakes than anything else, Wistea turned and stared at the opaque dome before them. “It does not make any sense.”

“Polly’s always been a bit odd. Mind you, she was raised by ol’ Blackeye, no tellin’ how that-”

“This isn’t light magic. We have seen barriers made by light magic, this is nothing like them.”

Rozzi’s ears perked up and she carefully eyed the subject of her friend’s rising distress.

“Also, we both know that the Thorned Princess is some manner of Earth Mage. All of her attacks, the stone blades… Nothing about her methods said she could make barriers like this, or somehow dominate the will of others.”

“Well Kota’s lackeys ain’t exactly what you’d call normal everyday people. Or even just people, period. Two of’em are walkin’ talkin’ suits of armor for starters. Other one’s made from gross rags.”

“Because Kota made them…” She turned to Rozzi, alarm resounding in both expression and voice. “She could give them any magic she wanted!”

The dome exploded. Shards of the magical barricade knocked the three off their feet entirely. In the center of the instant maelstrom, amid clearing mystic smoke, the Thorned Princess had just finished mending the wound in her body. She stared down at her opponents and spoke with all the conviction of a bloodied knife. “If it’s of any consolation to you at this moment, I must admit that truly, truly, hurt.”

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