#Tamaki Amajiki comfort

[lady-ashfade]

Mha Men Reactions To You Thinking That Asking You Out Is A Joke.

—£ X Gn Reader

—£ Plot: Reader has been bullied and thinks that this is just another prank, they have been asked out before as a joke.

—£ Characters: Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Eijiro Kirishima, Tamaki Amajiki

—£ Warning: Angst To Comfort, Reader Being Insecure, Reader being bullied, Reader Making The Boys Feel Bad, Crying, Bad Language, Fighting, Happy Ending.

Izuku

-He was so confused at first, then in disbelief and angry.

Izuku had worked himself up for mouths to finally ask you out. He’s been hinting at how he feels for you but you never seem to notice. All he could do each day was think about you, how he wanted to hold you in his arms and kiss you. He wanted to show you the world and all it could be.

So, he waited till you both got off of patrol and chased after you.

Hearing your name you turn around to see the green haired man running after you like a crazy man, flying so fast with a red tint on his face. Then to stop and huff in front of you, he laughed nervously.

“Deku? You okay…” you question and tilt your head. He couldn’t get enough of how cute you looked.

“Hmm, just want to tell you something.” He smiled and said it like a known fact. You wait for him to say something while you stand still, just waiting….Until he was just staring at you in silence.

You wave your hands in front of his face and he turned the shade of a tomato for a minute while jumping out of his skin. You were confused, he was acting strange? He hasn’t been this nervous in a while.

“Okay- Well” he takes a deep breath and then pours his heart out in a shout, “I like you- A lot. I have since you first showed me your quirk and flashed that smile. So, I want to ask you out on a date?”

Izuku came up with many scenarios of what could happen when he confessed. Like you laughing at him, rejecting him easily or harshly, even if you hit him! He planned for everything…

Expect to see you glare harshly at him, one that sent a chill down his spin. Your body tensed and your hands gripped on your bag.

“Real fuckin’ funny, deku. What? Did Bakugo set you up to this?” You spit at him. “Never thought you’d be the person to do this, is this for a prank show?” Your chest lets out a deep and angry chuckle.

He stared at you with his face drained and eyes staring wide. Was this his imagination? What are you even talking about. Did he say something wrong, he’s never seen you like this before. Cold and mean.

“Nothing to say?” You click your tongue and huff. “This isn’t a funny joke! It’s-” he watches you tear up and push a finger in his chest, “It’s cruel.”

“What the hell are you taking about?” He has no idea how much your words affect him. His chest was filling up with anger and his brows frown.

“Don’t act like you actually like me! You aren’t the first person to ask me out on a date as a prank! Or hell, even a bet!” You cross your arms and flare your nostrils.

Oh..

His eyes soften and swallow at your now trembling figure, looking so small now and shaking. Like he was a villain to make you feel worthless.

“You think I’m joking?” His hushed tone made you blink away some of the tears and whip them off quickly, nodding your head you bite your lip.

“You can tell whoever that you got me! Get your points or win, I don’t care.” You fix yourself and looked at the ground. You move backwards and turn around to walk away from him.

Izuku watched for a few seconds until he knew he couldn’t have you thinking this was for anyone else but himself. Grabbing your arm he turned you around and into his chest, coming face to face with his.

He had his serious and frustrated face, when he gets passionate. “I want you, I need you in my life. I don’t know who before made you feel like you were just a joke, but they don’t deserve anything. I want a date, a real one with fancy clothes and food.”

Your wide eyes stare in his, looking surprised. Your bodies were so close and he held you so tightly, his body was warm. “Just you and me.” He’s eyes flashed panicked as he looked between your eyes.

He heard your breath hitch and how hesitant you were to trust him. He wanted to know the battle you fought inside your head inside and out, so he could defeat them for you.

“Promise?” That small sparkle of hope made him smile.

“Promise.”

Katsuki

- He’s pissed off, man has no clue what the hell you are talking about. And how you could think he’d do something so stupid?

We all know Katsuki never half asses anything, like anything. If he didn’t want you around you simply wouldn’t. So when Katsuki knew for sure he was ready to be in a relationship, he wasn’t going to let it be half asses. You were going to be his, he would give you everything.

So, he asked you plain out. Invite you out to a restaurant and to walk around your favorite part of the city. He enjoyed how talkative you got when you were happy, so this would be just right for you.

Then you flat out yelled and him.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Being so confused his loud voice rang through the empty park.

You roll your eyes, “You don’t think I know when a trick is played on me?” You ask with a pointed glare. “Look, you aren’t the first.”

Trick? You think he’s joke about this shit?

“Huh?! You think I’d take the time out of my day, but your ass food and do your favorite thing- Just to prank you?” He shouted.

“Don’t flip this on me! I know this is just a joke, ask out the “weird” person right? They must be so easy? Is that it? Want to seem so much better then everyone.”

Then he was completely enraged. He couldn’t help the blood pumping through his body as he gripped his fists.

“How fuckin’ dare you.” He stepped closer. “You think that low of me?” You matched his glare and stood your ground.

“I didn’t think you were the person to do it. But here you are.”

“Oh?” His tone growled out and tilted his head. His dark smirk sent chills down your spine. “And who are you to tell me what I feel like?”

You felt your self becoming sick and you tried not to let it get to you. But this wasn’t how you thought your relationship would go, him turning out like everyone else.

“I know that everyone always likes to pull this shit on me! Ask me out, not show or laugh in my face! Who set you up to this Huh?”

Clicking his tongue he turned away from you, “You’re so stupid.”

“No. I am just know when I am being tricked.” He looked back at you with a daring smile.

“Oh yeah?” He laughed and crosses his arms like this was so funny. Making you break.

“This isn’t a joke! And it’s not funny.” You stomp your foot and started to get so overwhelmed and tear up. How could he be so cruel? Why does everyone do this.

He yanked your hands and pushed you to the nearest bench, you protested and squirmed but he was stronger then you. “Sit still!” He demanded as his hands pressed down on your shoulders.

You sink down and just do as he says to make this situation go faster. “You listen, got it?” He stared at you seriously. You take a minute and nod your head, his sigh made you sink farther down.

“This wasn’t a joke. I first noticed how beautiful you were when you feel asleep on my shoulder after training. I like when your cheeks puff out when you eat, or that crinkle in your nose. I like how you look around if anyone notices when you fail in training. I like it when you call me “Suki” and how it makes me feel.” His cheeks heated up at admitting theses things but it was all true.

“I wouldn’t ask you out as a joke, and you thinking that is fucked up. I don’t deal with stupid people. Tell me,” he pulled out his phone and clicked around a few and then shoved the bright screen in your face. A picture of you asleep on his shoulder with drool on his shoulder and him looking so calm. “Would I let anyone do that? No, only you.”

You could feel your heart beat up and lungs losing air. Your head ran with thoughts as you looked at him. He was serious? And you just said all those horrible things to him.

“You mean- You actually like me?” Your voice and question made him laugh and shove his phone back in his pocket.

“Maybe I do hang out with stupid people.” Okay, you deserve that honestly.

You take a breath and cover your face. “Shit.” You groan and lean back without looking at him. How could you look at him again, maybe you just wouldn’t for the rest of your life.

“M’sorry.” The word muffled in your hands and he looked down at you. He loves how embarrassed you looked, hiding your face from him. But he didn’t want you to overthink anything.

His hands wrap around your wrist and pull them away from your face. You didn’t look at him at all still but he just leaned down closer, “Look at me.” His demand was soft and quiet, so unlike him. When he found your eyes again he felt himself at ease.

“I’ll bellow up those fuckers that pulled that shit on you. I don’t have time to play games. So, go on a date with me and have a good time.” There was that voice again. His loud voice to cover his emotions.

“If you’ll have me.” Your eyes looked so soft and sad. Like he would still rejected you.

“Be waiting for you. And i wouldn’t want anyone else.”

Kirishima

- Completely taken aback. He was frozen and confused, then sad and angry. His heart was broken.

Kirishima was a man, and a good man. He kicked himself for months because he wanted to ask you out but didn’t want to ruin anything. You were just so sweet and beautiful, his heart flattered when he saw you smile.

Of course he wanted to ask you out! So, he worked up himself like izuku and made sure to be on top of his game. He would style his hair, clean up after a long day and check himself out in the mirror. He had to look best for you, like a man!

He waited until you got done with your work and headed home to ask you for a date. He was waiting for you by the door with a huge but nervous smile. His chest was filling up with butterflies,

“Y/n! Over here.” He waves you down. You looked at him and smile as you march towards him. Your regular clothes looking amazing on you, he could tell the day was rough for you but you still looked as beautiful as aways.

“Hello, good work today kiri!” Your praise made him blush harder and scratch his neck. His ego growing. “Need to teach me some of your moves.”

Okay, he needs to cool himself down. You are just too cute and pretty, he finally had you alone and ready to ask you out.

“Actually, um.” He looked at you with a wide mouth before clearing his throat. “I was going to get some food, maybe I can tell you there?”

You thought about it for a minute. You have gotten food before with him so it’s not weird. So you nod. “Sure!”

“Actually, I had something else planned.” You watch him blink, he watches you tilt your head. “I wanted to ask out on a date. Right now, to any restaurant you want of course.”

Your body tenses and hand comes to clinch your chest, looking around for the hidden camera. His smile seemed real but you knew the truth, this was a cruel prank.

“Not funny kiri.” Your voice sounded different as you got angry. You turn your head and cross your arms, “Think this is funny? What kind of a friend are you!” You shout making him sink back.

He was now frozen with his face white and smile gone. He stared at you confused and unknowing what to say.

“I’m sorry..But, what are you talking about?” You only huff at his words and puff your cheeks and chest out.

“Don’t play dumb! I know what this is,” you turn around and look for someone, “He got me! Really funny.”

Kiri stepped closer and looked to where you looked, “Y/n, it’s just you and me here.”

“Oh, so you just wanted to see for yourself what i would do? Because asking me out is so fucking funny. Well,” you hit his chest. “It’s not!”

Your words and hands feel like knives. You have never seemed so loud and broken before or yelled at him before. He wanted to tear up with you.

“I don’t think it’s funny, what are you talking about?” His hands covered the yours that rested on his chest. “Did I say something wrong?”

You tear up fully and start to cry, “I know kiri, no use of hiding it. I know this is just some stupid prank to get me to feel bad about myself and you won! Just like all the others.” You try to pull away from him but his body moves on its own and keeps you from moving.

His blood starts to rise and his teeth start to show. You think this is a prank, that he was just doing this to make you cry? And what others? Oh, this was making him pissed.

“Who did it? I’ll talk to them, that’s so unmanly! Hurting someone like that?” He leans down to you, “Let alone you…that’s the most cruel thing I have heard.”

You blink up at him, your arms struggling to pull back come to a stop. “What do you mean? You did it to.” Your voice broke and didn’t sound as angry but disappointed.

“I would never. I’m not joking y/n, I want to take you out on a date. Even more now to show you that you can be loved, like I do! Please give me a chance, you are the only person I think about!” He backs away from you and bows his head to plead.

“Let me take you out on this one date and if you don’t like it, then I can deal with it! A man has to step up. I wanna go out with you so bad!”

You stare down at him in shock at his outburst as he begs you…no one has done that before. Kiri didn’t seem like the type of guy to ever joke about this..But why would he want you?

Sighing you look away, heat coming to your cheeks. He asked you out and you just made a scene. “You mean it?”

His head shot like a dog and nodded his head quickly, “It will be the best date you ever had! I’ll even buy you dessert.” He poked out his chest with pride and now a smile to convince you.

“Fine! But if you think-” your eyes wide and throat close up as he smashes his lips onto yours. You feel yourself growing weak and unable to move.

He pulls away quickly with a blush at his cheeks, “I am serious, did that prove something?”

“P-Point proven.” He smirks at his victory and takes you by the hand to show you a wonderful night.

Tamaki

-He’s so stressed and sad, he’s confused. This one might hurt.

Tamaki gets embarrassed so easily but when he is around you something just happens to him. He’s so fluster and can’t look at you but at the same time he’s calm and needs your company. Tamaki finds himself thinking about you and your smile, how soft you look to hold. But why would you want someone like him? Someone who hides and stutters all the time.

Until he was forced to ask you out by Mirio. If he didn’t tell you then mirio would have to tell you himself. And Tamaki almost fainted on the spot. How could he face you?

So he went to your office, stuttering already and panicked. When he knocked on your door he hoped you wouldn’t be there.

“Hello,” you greet the person with a smile that only brightens when you realize it was him, “Tamaki, come in.” You open the door for him and he walks In quickly.

Your office was just like you. He loved how you made this place just as your own, it made him feel safe.

“What’s up? Need another pair of hands on a mission?” You walk back to your desk and near your gear that you needed to take off. He cleared his throat.

“N-no, actually, I have something to say.” You turn to look at his tense frame. “Oh?” Then he turned his face around and took a deep breath.

“Mirio helped me with this. Close your eyes and say what’s one your heart. Um- Okay, okay.” He whispers to himself and tightens his fists. You arch a brow and watch him curiously.

He takes a deep breath then begins to stutter and trip over his words, “W-Wanna take you out- On a date.” His voice breaks loudly. “I hope I did it right..” I wishes to himself breathy and panting.

You stare at the back of his head and place your hands on your desk..Mirio must have set him up to this. Must have felt pity for you, or to do this as a joke.

“I can’t believe you both- I’m not a bet or a joke.” He jumps out of his skin at your shouting voice. His head runs quickly at what he must have said to make you yell at him.

“This isn’t- Oh no, not how I want this to go.” He closes his eyes and shakes a bit.

“Oh? Wanted me to say yes so you guys can laugh? Or, what? Get brownie points for asking me out? Out of pity!” There you go shouting again.

Tamaki has never heard you yell like this, unless it’s a villain…is he a villain? No, he can’t be. But his ears heat up and he sinks into his clothes.

“No…I just wanted to go out with you.” He spoke louder but still hesitant in himself. He stayed still for your next words but they never come.

Only a sniffle.

You lean down on your desk and sob while trying to stay quiet. You thought that Mirio and tamaki were your friends, and would never hurt you.

He turned his head around and something twisted in his stomach to make him feel sick. Seeing you with tears rolling down your face and sink into your own skin like him, made him feel horrible.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he walked toward. You grip on the desk and let out a soft chuckle, “That’s what happens when you pull a prank on someone.”

It clicked in his brain finally that you thought he wasn’t serious. Like he just treating you less and as a joke. It was harsh to think of him like that.

“Y/n..” he walks closer to you as you stiffen the closer he got, you sob harder.

“I get it, you can tell miriro you got me.”

“Y/n.” He said clear and without a stutter, his face and body now on the side of you. “I am in love with you.” Your breath hitched and he hears it.

“You make me wanna be brave. I can’t help but get flustered and shy around you because- Well because you’re so pretty and nice. But I want to take you out..” he leans closer as you look up at him. “I want..” he trails of and glances into your eyes with matching tears curl up in his eyes.

“I want you.”

You take a deep breath and stand up straight. You feel heat raise up in your body of embarrassment, “M’sorry.” You sob again and throw your arms around his shoulders and pull him closer.

And he’s back to being a melted mess as you hold him close. He blushes and softly wraps his arms around you and pats your back lightly. “D-Does this mean you’ll go on a date with me?”

You chuckle and pull away from him and whip off your own tears as his hands stay on your hips. “If you don’t hate me.” You nod and sniffle one more time. He smiles,

“I Could never hate you.”

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[frickingnerd]

things tamaki does, that make you fall in love with him even more

pairing: tamaki amajiki x gn!reader

tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, wholesome

tamaki smiles every time you kiss him! he'll be grinning like a love struck idiot against your lips, to the point where he has to pull away and hides his blushing face behind his hands

and he has the cutest smile ever! getting to see him smile every day is a blessing. this boy is shining brighter than the sun when he's smiling and knowing that this smile is because of you? oh my–

tamaki is also a great cook! he'll prepare bento boxes for you every day. if you happen to forget them, he'll personally come over and bring them to you. he always makes sure you eat enough!

tamaki takes naps with you! he'll be the big or little spoon depending on the mood and he looks so peaceful when he's asleep. he'll finally relax when he's laying in bed or on the couch with you and you get to see a side of him nobody else gets to see

tamaki doesn't compliment you very often, because he's shy about it, but when does compliment you, you'll know he means it! 

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[thehusbandoden]

You Flinch During an Argument -Amajiki Tamaki

A/n: so sorry this took so long! I had a good thing going but my power went out and it got erased </3

I do think this one's better though. Technically this is the third legitimate try <33

Edit: I'm trying out a new format for my info.. is it better or worse O.o

General info:

Wc: 1,176 words | angst to fluff/comfort | Character/s: Tamaki Amajiki

Warnings!: loneliness, snapping, flinching, a little bit of crying. Please let me know if I miss any! <3

Dabi | Hawks | Todoroki Shoto | Bakugo Katsuki | Midoriya Izuku | Shigaraki Tomura | Aizawa Shota | Amajiki Tamaki | Kirishima Eijiro | Shinso Hitoshi

The night was cold as you sleepily flipped through your journal, not wanting to write but knowing you should. The entries from the last three months have been short and filled with a dull ache of lonliness. They lacked the usual length and warmth you poured into the pages, ranting on about how sweet your timid Tamaki is and how much you adore him and his ever lasting warmth.

The rambling would go on and on, but now you wrote a paragraph or two about how your life has been 'fine' and that Tamaki has been super busy- if you wrote at all.

There was one or two that held multiple paragraphs of your frustration and not knowing who to blame- knowing that it wasn't Tamaki's fault that there weren't enough heroes to protect the innocent of your large city.

Tamaki was doing his best to protect the defenseless, and you admired that- but the dull ache that sat in the pit of your stomache couldn't go ignored much longer.

Sighing, you closed your journal, standing up from your desk to head to the living room, deciding to talk to Tamaki tonight.

~~

Four hours later Tamaki walked through the front door, tall form drained from exhaustion as he made his way inside, already stripping off his hero gear.

"Tama?" You call, poking your head out from the living room to sadly smile at your Tamaki.

"Oh. Hey y/n." Tamaki yawned, dropping both his cape and mask onto the floor as he dragged his feet towards your room, tossing his belt onto the kitchen table before moving onto taking off his gear further.

"Wait, Tamaki!" You call, stopping at the bottom of the stairs as Tamaki paused, looking back at you.

"Yes bunny?"

"Ummm.. can we talk?" You ask, smiling at the nickname Tamaki gave you the first week into your marriage- though he later admitted that he thought of it when you two were simply friends but was too shy up until that point-.

"Baby, I'm really tired.. is it important?"

"Yes.. it'll only take five to ten mintues."

"Okay baby, where do you want to talk?" Tamaki yawned.

"How about the living room? I can give you a shoulder massage while we talk if you like." You smile, causing Tamaki's eyes to shine as he smiled down at you.

"I'd like that."

~

After you were both situated you started by squirting some lotion on your hands before spreading it onto Tamaki's left shoulder, immediately noticing his many knots.

"Okay bunny, what did you want to talk about?"

"Oh.. so I know that you're working really hard and are really tired.. and I also know that we haven't had us time in a while.. so I was wondering if you could take a day or two off? Not much, just a day or two would be fine."

Tamaki was silent as you bit your lip in anticipation, hoping you didn't upset him somehow.

"Y/n.. are you serious?"

"Y-yes?"

"Do you know how many people might be dying right now? I can't just laze about spending time with you because you're feeling lonely. Why don't you go hang out with some friends?"

"T-that's not the same.."

"How so?"

"I want to spend time with you Tamaki. You know, my husband?" You scoff, starting to get annoyed.

"And I want to spend time saving people y/n, why don't you stop being sensitve and start thinking about other people?"

"But I've been holding my feelings back for months! Please! I'm just asking for a day- even a few hours is fine!"

"Y/n. No. Now if you're done I'd like to get to bed."

Jerking his shoulder away from your touch, Tamaki started standing up.

"But wait Tama-"

"No. I'm disappointed in your selfishness y/n."

"Wai-"

"Stop."

"Pl-"

"I said stop!" Tamaki hissed, turning around to face you within a second.

At the sudden movement and change of tone you flinched back, tears gathering in your eyes as you stared up at Tamaki, eyes wide.

As Tamaki glared down at you he froze as you flinched, heart immediately breaking as he saw the tears in the corners of your eyes.

"Y-y-y/n I-"

"I-it's okay Tamaki.. you don't need to say anything. I get it. I-I'll just go to bed now."

"B-but y-y/n.." Tamaki whimpered, guilt consuming him as he watched you walk away.

"Y-y/n.. I'm sorry.."

~

You quickly got in bed after hurrying up the stairs, wiping at your eyes as you clung to your pillow, staying as far away from Tamaki's side as possible.

~~

You awoke the next morning to the sun shining in your eyes.

Wincing, you turned around to feel for Tamaki, forgetting all about last night and the dreadful few months.

After feeling how cold Tamaki's side of the bed you sighed, memories coming to you in flashes as you stared at his side of the bed.

Wiping away the stray tears, you got out to get ready for a day worse than the one yesterday.

After getting dressed you made your way down stairs, deciding to get on top of your piling to-do list to help get your mind off of Tamaki.

Stepping into the kitchen, you stepped back at the sight of a lavish breakfast filled with all of your favorites spread across the newly cleaned kitchen table.

"T-Tamaki.." you whimper, looking at your beloved with tearful eyes as he guilty studied you with his indigo orbs.

"Y-y/n I-"

You interrupted Tamaki as you rushed into his arms, clutching the back of his shirt, desperate for comfort from the man you've grown to adore.

"Y/n I- I'm so so sorry." Tamaki mumbled, burying his face into your hair to mask the tears falling from his eyes.

"I forgive you Tamaki, I know you were just over worked and didn't mean to take it out on me."

"I promise you- I really didn't me an to, a-and I feel terrible about it."

"Shhh it's okay baby.. I already forgave you. We just need to reflect on what we did wrong tonight and make sure not to do it in the future. Next time, I'll wait until you're less exhausted, and you'll make sure to remind me that you're too tired, mkay?"

"O-okay.."

"Now baby.. why are you home? Don't you have work?"

"Nope, I took the next two weeks and a half off. I know that it won't make up for the months of loneliness, but I'll try to be better, I"ll take less shifts and make sure to only leave for emergencies when I'm off the clock.

"Alright, that's a good start."

"I may need today and possibly tomorrow to sleep.. but I cleaned the entire house -besides our room- and looked at your to- do list and did a few of the bigger things on there.. oh and I made us breakfast.."

"Tamaki. I love you. So, so much."

"I love you too bunny. I'm really rea-"

"Shh, I already said I forgive you. Now, let's eat!"

~~~

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[mitsua]

                                                                  

                                                                  

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff & comfort

Series: 𝐁𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐍𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚

S/o's . . . GN!

Words count: 239

                                                                  

Rest

It's been such a long week you could barely keep your eyes open while reading the newspaper at the dinner table you were silently sharing with your husband Tamaki.

The name Sunday couldn't have been more waited to be heard for now.

However, you really could use some more hours of sleep, and you think you just heard a little snore come from Amajiki—yep, you carefully folded the paper into a square and left it on the table to now admire your all-life-companion's resting features.

He seemed so peaceful yet so tormented, which he's certainly been with all the recent attacks at the city dragging him to stay on his agency way longer than he ever thought he would.

Sundays being your only day off sometimes. Now was one of those sometimes, fortunately.

"Amajiki..." you spole softly, extending your hand to touch his, which laid rested on his fork to continue eating. He grunted a little and opened his eyes to be met by your worried ones.

"What about a cuddling date?" you said, intentionally wanting him to remember when you used to invite him over your house when you first started dating; how he kept being a sweet blushing and stuttering mess in your embrace for the first months.

Even now if it made him a bit nervous, (his butterflies as you like to say), he couldn't really deny to yearn anything else.

"Sweet dreams, my love".

                                                                  

                                                                  

Written by: Mitsua (Credit to their respective owners of the pictures and tagged series' character)

                                                                  

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[gettinshiggywithit]

!Sun and Moon!

Scenario:- comforting tamaki when he’s feeling down

Pairing:- tamaki x gn!Reader

Genre:- comfort(reverse comfort)

Type:- oneshot

A/N:-apologies in advance for all the crappy spelling mistakes

You walked into the room and immediately knew something was off

It was too quiet

Now,quiet was something u were used to

Being used to quiet was something you’d learned by bein Tamaki amajiki,prohero-in-training SunEater’s, s/o

But there were different types of silence,if that makes sense?

There was an awkward silence, a tense silence, and as like now, an uncomfortable silence

In other words,THE VIBE WASNT IT

and usually when you got home,you were greeted with the sound of sock-clad feet slowly shuffling across the floor to meet you.

But not now

So you headed into your shared bedroom

And saw exactly what you’d been expecting

Your boyfriend rolled up on the bed,in the foetal position muttering to himself while shedding silent tears

This had happened before,but you’d always been there when it started (at least youd always been there for the times it’d happened while u were dating) and as a result you knew what had caused it

But not this time

Now you weren’t sure what had triggered this response In your boyfriend, and you didnt have much time before it escalated into something you’d need to call mirio to help solve

So you slowly sat down on the bed,which in turn startled his shaking self

The sight of your face and just YOU seemed to calm him down just a bit(and that in itself made ur heart do backflips.)

He looked upto you with pleading eyes and you knew he wanted physical contact

Tamaki wasnt big on touchy feely ways of expressing affection

But when it came to you and mirio,he really didnt mind it

In fact,your touches is what grounded him when he was losing himself(mirio before you came into his life and you after)

You stretched out your arms and enveloped him in a nice warm hug.and while your hands both masaged his scalp and traced soothin patterns on his back,he continued to cry.

Once he seemed to have calmed down a little and his breathing seemed to even out a bit, you asked him the question you urgently needed the answer to

“Hey tama,what happened?”

you waited a beat,not sure If he was ready to talk about it or if you’d made him uncomfortable all of a sudden

But just as your own insecurities and intrusive thoughts began to cloud your mind,he answered.

“I dont know...” and he said it so softly that you wouldnt have been able to pick up on it if you weren’t used to it.

“Its just that my heads all loud and then i think of everything everyone’s ever said and all their disappointed and disapproving faces i just....i can never get out of th-the cycle....” he continued

And as you listened your head raced trying to find a way to help him.

Once you had what you wanted to say ready, you told him.

“Tamaki,i know its hard to ignore all the bad stuff and i know it sucks ass to feel like you’re alone and no one’s proud of you ,But there are people who care about you.there ARE people who are proud of you.like me,mirio,nejire,fatgum and kirishima and no matter what happens we’ll always love you and cherish you for who you are,”

At this you looked him in the eye,his Tired and hopeless ones meeting your eager and sincere ones as you took his face in your hands,giving him a kiss on the forehead, followed by one right to his lips.

He blushed a deep red

And kissed you back the second time around.

This was one thing Tamaki loved about you,you knew just what to say and when to say it and he was greatful to have another person who shone as brightly as the sun in his life.

Afterwards you both lay down and cuddled till you fell asleep.and the next morning,he didn’t feel perfect (these things took time) but he did feel wayyy better and that was enough.your presence having the ability to brighten his dark days and gloomy moments was what kept him going and thats how youd grown as close as you were,by bein there for eachother.you for him and him for you,and even though he wasnt perfect at the art of comforting,he was getting better And that genuinely did put a smile on your face.

And in the same way that opposites were attracted to eachother ,so was your light to his dark,your bright to his dull.your up to his down;

Your sun to his moon

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

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[epickiya722]

Just noticing this cute, wholesome moment and now I ask you gaze your eyes on these two, too.

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[kiyoobi]

we all are small particles holding very tightly together in a very large universe // k.bakugou  III

Rating: MA

Pairing(s): Tamaki Amajiki x fem!reader, Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, heavy angst, emotional cheating, major character death, smut, body horror/graphic injuries, trauma, ptsd, sinkhole accident, medical trauma, hospital scenes 

wc: 9.7k

Summary: ahaha

a/n: hello this is my third part, ive finally hit my 20k min requirement for @mybigbangacademia yay!!!!!!!!!! enjoy, like, reblog, comment, gimme a lil kudos on ao3 (link in title) and as always...

minors dni

For authorized eyes only, Level Eight Clearance and Above required.

Mission Report: Musutafu Sinkhole Incident, 02/03/2xxx

On March 2nd, 2xxx a sinkhole in the Musutafu district occurred at 17:52. There were fourteen casualties, including Pro-Hero Suneater. Forty-eight other civilians and heroes were rushed to nearby hospitals for injuries ranging from severe to devastating. Twelve had minimal injuries. Twenty-two are still missing. Numbers of victims are rising every day. Rescue efforts are still ongoing, the city blocks have been shut down and quarantined as fire and rescue fight the elements. 

The sinkhole originally had been three blocks wide and three hundred twenty-seven feet deep. The original cause is still unknown, this investigation is ongoing but suspicions are that unstable water and sewages systems and years of poor foundation may be the cause. As soon as this emergency was dispatched, teams of heroes and sidekicks alongside fire and rescue had surrounded the area and began their rescued efforts. Surrounding the sinkhole, medics awaited for any survivors. The main concern was finding pedestrians and securing any unstable sections. Rescue heroes had been struggling with the amount of debris and noise made, making rescue efforts difficult. This raised the emergency level to a code black. Broken electricity lines quickly became a concern once the burst water and sewage pipes made contact. Many injuries that flooded the medic tents ranged from crush injuries, mild concussions, DOA (dead on arrival), or electrocution. Medic tents were busy and over filled for the next few days after the disaster, hospital emergency rooms flooded with drastic injuries.  

Section five of the sinkhole had collapsed at 21:04, engulfing an ambulance truck, a petrol station, several civilian cars, a news station car, and two heroes: Shadow Step and Suneater. The collapsed section had sunken down an estimated one hundred more feet. Flooding, debris, collapsed vehicules and a small building had made rescue efforts all the more difficult. Investigations are ongoing to find the cause of this particular section caving in, however due to instability of the sinkhole, causes are still unknown. 

Pro-hero Suneater and his sidekick Shadow Step had fallen into the collapsed section, with Tamaki Amajiki breaking his sidekick’s fall. Initial findings found that an ambulance had fallen too with them, threatening their safety as it was caught on metal piping. Reports found that the ambulance had slipped from the broken pipes due to the insecure structuring and water flooding, and the heroes were trapped underneath an ambulance for approximately sixty-seven hours. Suneater had heroically saved himself and Shadow Step under an oyster shell he had manifested. However due to his extensive injuries, his protection against the ambulance truck was fragile and weakening. 

Unbeknownst to them, Suneater’s wireless earpiece had not been shattered from their initial fall and impact as he had believed. His last moments alive were recorded, lasting for an approximate four thousand five hundred and sixty minutes. 

A team looking for the hero pair had been listening from a nearby zone in hopes of finding their location and saving them. Overhearing the grave condition Suneater was in, they knew they had a limited time before his quirk would cease working and both heroes would be crushed by the ambulance truck. 

Said team of those heroes, all who are now currently in ongoing trauma therapy for the disaster and loss of their fellow number six hero are:

Number one hero Lemillion

Number two hero Deku

Number three hero Shouto

Number four hero Dynamite

Number five hero Hawks

Number sixteen hero Earphone Jack

The following is an excerpt of Suneater’s autopsy report:

Japanese Male, Twenty-seven years old, 179 centimeters, weighing approximately 87.9 kilograms. Pronounced dead on scene. 

Traumatic cervical spine injuries had led to the extreme possibility of paralysis from these severe injuries. 

Higher falls were associated with hemorrhage as well as rib fractures and various organ injuries. Organ injury patterns did not differ based on work status. The presence of equipment misuse or malfunction were not associated with more deaths upon impact. Suneater was not killed on impact. 

He suffered extensive injuries, a broken arm, a broken leg and fractures of a number of ribs. Evidence of a pneumothorax was found due to a broken rib. A gash in his left thigh confirmed witness reports that a metal drainage pipe had stabbed through the upper rectus femoris muscle and shattered parts of the left femur. 

Cause of death was blunt force trauma from the falling vehicle, with signs of tracheal collapse and the C2 vertebrae crushed.

End excerpt.

Due to Suneater’s broadcast from his receiver, evidence corroborated the accident reports. Shadow Step was to activate their quirk to switch positions with the ambulance that had been threatening to crush them both. After much debate Shadow Step finally agrees to Suneater’s plan, resulting in his death and their recovery. 

Unfortunately, Shadow Step was not found immediately. The depression had been filling with sewage and rushing water from the broken water mains quickly flooding the area. Section Three had concaved and fallen to what experts estimate at least one hundred feet. Mud, collapsed cars, debris, had all made rescue efforts more difficult. Shadow Step was stranded at the bottom of the sinkhole for two more days without food or clean water. Dynamite, part of this rescue team, had been the one to find Shadow Step. 

They were found at the scene emaciated with open cuts and wounds, a concussion, extreme exhaustion, infection in trauma fractures found in the left humerus, dislocated shoulder, broken collarbone, broken arm, broken ribs from impact, and a metal pipe in their upper left leg. Since Suneater’s transmission was the only record found, events that went underway with Shadow Step are unclear, although given the traumatic rescue, assumptions can be made about how critical and dire their situation was. Medical analysis showed they consumed gasoline, presumably from the petrol station that caved in with Section Three, and presumably because they confused it with water in all of the hysterics. Currently they are in an induced medical coma as they recover from surgery. They are not expected to return to work within the next few months. Attempts to find their soulmate are still under way. 

The origins of the sinkhole are still under investigation. Villains are found to not be involved. 

-(-)-

A sea of nothing. Everywhere it is dark. 

You can feel the warm water underneath your back, gently rocking you back to sleep. Everything is quiet. You quite like the quiet. You float aimlessly. To be honest, you think you can live like this for the rest of your life. Are you even alive? Perhaps it’s purgatory. It’s certainly not heaven. Or maybe it is, you wonder. You really don’t care. 

-(-)-

Maybe you do care. Where are you going anyway? Is this really heaven? Are you dead? You feel salt in your throat, burning your trachea and esophagus. There really isn’t anything to do here. What even is here?

You’re sick, but wasn’t there a proverb you read once that said the sick wouldn’t be sick anymore? Whatever, you supposed. You wiggle your toes in the warm water, floating aimlessly still. 

-(-)-

Your mind is empty. Or maybe it’s anesthetized, so you wouldn’t feel the gaping wound it’s become. One day I’ll cry, you tell yourself with a faint smile. One day, I might care that I am dying. 

-(-)-

Am I real?

-(-)-

Everything hurts. Nothing hurts at all. 

You want to look, look and see where you’re going, where you are, but your eyes sting every time you even try to open your swollen lids. Instead, you settle for touch, using your fingertips to feel warm waves lapping around your floating body. You realize one of your arms is bandaged to your chest, the other in a sling. Slowly it comes back to you in flashes:

Falling. 

Screaming

The force of the ground beneath you and Tamaki. 

Tamaki…

You want to cry out but there’s a tube in your throat, choking you. 

You want to move but your muscles won’t listen. 

Bambi. 

The waves under you feel softer, drier. Linen. 

Bambi. 

Your eyes open. 

“She’s fighting the intubation,” a voice says next to you. 

“Welcome back,” another says. “Relax for just a moment, babe, we are going to remove your breathing tube.” You gag as they remove the foreign object, coughing violently as soon as you’re free. 

Bambi. 

You struggle to speak, your voice is gone and every word feels like your vocal chords are grating against each other. 

“Oh honey, shhhh.” The ICU nurse dabs your eyes, you’re crying. Why are you crying?   “It’s okay, it’s okay. You’ve been under for a while, you shouldn’t push yourself to talking just yet. Your doctors will be in soon.” You look at them wildly, not understanding where you are and what’s going on. The lights are too bright, the machines next to you, too loud. You try to flail your arms but one is tied to your chest, the other manages to smack an orderly right on the cheek. 

“Sedate her.” The orderly is quick to strap down your free arm while a team of medical staff moves swiftly around you. “Three milligrams of midazolam-,” Your muscles loosen and it’s harder to keep your eyes open. 

Bambi. 

For the next week you’re in and out of consciousness. No one tells you anything suffice for the TV in your hospital room playing the news, over and over they tell the public the horrid news. You watch Tamaki’s memorial from your bed, veins pumping with sedatives to keep you from breaking down again. You watch his parents cry, unable to yourself. Lemillion gives a beautiful speech, so do others who know your fiancé. Knew. You correct this mentally over and over, but you never seem to get it right. After the news broadcasts, you watch trashy talk show hosts gossip about you. The police told you nothing was released, and yet here they are skepulating on who your mystery soulmate is. They tell all of Japan how you’re such a monster for letting Tamaki die, and your eyes flit to the hordes of cards and flowers sent to your bedroom, the fruit baskets that you cannot stomach to eat. 

You don’t cry. You can’t. You really want a cigarette. You press that little grey button for more morphine instead. 

Nurses and doctors filter in and out, updating you on your recovery. A few more weeks and your collarbone will be all set to go! Your O2 sats are rising! You might be weaned off this drip in a few more days! 

“Why can’t you guys use the doctors with the healing quirks?” Your voice is hoarse, barely used, words slurring. You watch your med team stiffen, not used to hearing you speak. You suppose that’s what happens when you wake up screaming every morning, only shutting up when you’re pumped full of drugs. 

“What?” You snap, “What aren’t you telling me??”

“The infection in your bone is spreading, even with the antibiotics and the surgeries planned for this week… we don’t believe it’ll be the same after. You wouldn’t be able to walk or run on that leg like you did before.”

Before . Before you and your fiancé were trapped. Before he died. Before when you didn’t even have a soulmate. 

“What’re you saying?” You look down to your hand and play with the blanket covering your bottom half.

“With the progression of this infection, and with your career, we believe it’s best to proceed with an above knee amputation.” Your face grows hot and your tongue is numb.

“No, I don’t give you permission.” Your jaw locks. 

The surgeon hesitates, “I’m afraid that isn’t up to you. The law requires that in the current state you’re in, medical decisions aren’t up only up to you; your soulmate must also be involved in the decision.” Soulmate. 

“I don’t-,” You pause, almost delivering the same four words you’ve been telling everyone for years. I don’t have a soulmate. “I don’t understand. That isn’t fair.”

“It’s the law, honey” another doctor says sympathetically. “Your soulmate has to be onboard with this decision and even then, we highly recommend amputation. This infection can spread and all of your major organs could start to fail-.”

She talks and talks. All of it just angers you. 

You feel like screaming. And so you do. 

You scream until your throat burns, until your lungs scream for you to stop. You throw with your one good arm what you can at the idiots, cursing them and letting out the years of anger and frustration that’s been bubbling forth underneath your skin. You hate them. You hate them so much, you hate everything. You activate your quirk, not having done that since Tamaki, throwing chairs and medical equipment at them. Satisfaction is quickly lost when they start to restrain you, giving you a dosage to knock your quirk and yourself out. 

-(-)-

For the first time in a while, you see him. Blonde tufts of hair swaying with the gentle breeze, a pink sky and a calm ocean in front of you both. His hair looks soft, like it’s only gotten the saltwater and ocean air to style it today instead of the expensive ass pomade he probably uses every day. You’ve always wondered how it felt, or maybe you didn’t. You can’t really remember how things were before. Before you had a soulmate. Were you always destined for Katsuki? What changed?  In any case, you wonder how long it usually takes the hero to style himself for his shifts. It used to take you an hour, on good days? Thirty minutes. You’re not gonna have that opportunity for a while now, you suppose. 

When you walk, both of your legs work. You can feel the sand between your toes, sinking under your weight until it finds its way to finally support you. Fuck, you should’ve taken more vacations.  You should’ve taken that time off and felt the salt for real, feel the way the sun baked it all day just for you to dip your feet in the cool seawater. The sound of the waves draws your attention out toward the sea, a warm breeze hugs your arms and wraps around your legs. 

You don’t look at him, the nerves in your belly tightening conflict with the warm excitement in your chest to see him after so long. It’s been so long. You didn’t realize how long you’ve been keeping track. Instead you look down at his hands resting at his sides, relaxed. They look soft… warm. You wonder if they’d feel like the sand beneath your feet. It doesn’t take long before you’re right next to him. Butterflies. They’re squeezing around your gut. You make the mistake of glancing at him, heart skipping to see his eyes have already found you. 

You don’t really know what to say to him.

“What do you put in your hair when you’re on call?” Inwardly you roll your eyes at yourself, it’s a stupid question. But it’s the first time you talk to him in your dreams. Really talk to him. It’s the first time you acknowledge him as your soulmate in a dream. Those nightmares you both had, both of you never acknowledging what they could possibly ever mean, they don’t count. You still can’t decipher the meaning of those monsters, and you’re afraid to know. You’ve never gotten a chance to thank him properly. And he, you. 

Bakugou doesn’t hide his surprise well, his lips part softly in confusion and he furrows his brow. “It’s a hair pomade-” Your sudden burst of laughter cuts him off and he scowls, “ What?!” You continue to belly laugh, shaking your head, unable to stop yourself. He watches you laugh so hard that your belly aches and your smile hurts. He watches when your laughter turns to tears streaming down your cheeks, his soft smile curling downwards with concern. 

Katsuki stands, towering over you. His hands grab your hips and he pulls you in as you cry, sobbing into his chest all the while. You can feel him soothing you, rubbing his hand up and down your back, his nose at the crown of your hair taking in the scent of your conditioner. Your skin smells like the hospital Irish Springs soap. He sways you both, right in his arms. His heart beats right against your ear, a reminder of his love for you. You try not to think of him, but all you can think of is how it was to lay on Tamaki’s chest and feel and hear his heart slowly fading beneath his uniform. 

Tears swell in your eyes. “You haven’t come to see me,” you sob. Your fists ball by his sides and as much as you want to pull away, you lean all your weight into him. He smells like vanilla and cinnamon sugar, like the warm sugary pastry treats you ate in the States during the summer. “Why?”

Katsuki  holds you, swaying and rocking you both gently. The waves lap at your toes, you wonder when the last time you stepped on a real beach was. You think about how it’s too late. 

“I have,” he admits in a low voice. “I’ve been there.”

Out of surprise, you jerk back to look at him. “What? What do you mean?”

“I usually leave when the docs show up; didn’t really think you’d want me there to be honest, Bambi.” 

“Why wouldn’t I?” You pull more away from him, anger flashing now. “Why do you think I would rather be alone in a godforsaken hospital room?”

His jaw tenses and he steps forward into the space you created, his hands surprisingly gentle as they squeeze your hips. “Bambi-”

“Shut up.” Your eyes narrows, “Don’t call me that. You know they’re going to take my leg?” Bakugou’s eyes glances down as you speak. “They won’t even listen to me! They refuse to, all because the fucking law says that my fucking soulmate has to give their permission too. I never have a choice. Everything is decided for me.”

“What’s so wrong about losing your leg, huh?” Katsuki snaps, “There’s nothing wrong with having one less limb. This is about your life, you idiot!” 

“It’s my leg ! I cannot and will not go through with this amputation. You need to tell them that you agree with me!” With each step you move backwards, Katsuki refuses to let you get far. 

“So fucking what!? Who gives a fuck if you lose your leg?”

“You’re kidding me right?” You glare at him, “You think no one would give a fuck? Tell me, Dynamite, would you still love me so fucking much if I weren’t the spectacular Shadow Step? If I weren’t able to train as much and-.” 

“Oh shut the fuck up,” Bakugou groans and rolls his eyes at you. “Shut the fuck up. You think I give a shit?”

“All your life you gave a shit! You always sneered down at people who are weaker than you! Fucking bully, I don’t know why you of all people are my soulmate.” You laugh bitterly, spewing out hateful words you don’t even mean. 

Bakugou doesn’t even flinch, instead he keeps stepping in that space you keep leaving between you both. “Yeah? You know me then, huh?”

“Yes,” you spit out. “Tamaki should not have been the one to have died.” Shut up, shut up, shut up.

Katsuki nods, his jaw clenched tightly as your fists pound against his chest. “And it shouldn’t have been me either. You were the one who convinced me to go back. It should have been you down there.” 

“You don’t,” Katsuki catches your eyes and shakes his head gently. “You don’t know me.” Angry tears, fat and hot tears burn your cheeks now. Every step you pull back from him, you can feel the magnetism of the universe forcing you back in. 

“I don’t want to get to know you,” you spew out. “I don’t want you. I wasn’t supposed to have a soulmate. You ruined that for me!” 

“You can deny me all you want, sweetheart. But we are made from the same stardust, and you can’t get rid of that.” 

“Oh sure, it’s meant to be.” You roll your eyes sarcastically and shove yourself away from him, “But it’s not meant to last.” 

“Fuck you, you can’t tell me what this is. My love is there. It’s there and you can’t take that away from me,” Katsuki points his finger at you, accusatory. “It might not change anything and it’s definitely not gonna save anything, but it’s there.”

“Ignore it!” You swat his hands away when you slip in the sand, “If I can ignore this, so can you.” 

“Bullshit,” he challenges. “You can barely ignore this, how can you ignore the stupid fucking magnetic pull between us??” Katsuki stops chasing after you for a moment, and rubs his face tiredly. 

“I love you,” He says. 

“It’ll pass.”

“Bullshit,” Katsuki glares back at you. “That’s how I know you don’t even know half of how any of this works. Do you know how hard it is, watching for most of my life seeing you with others? Watching you say over and over how you’re not tied to me? Denying me at every chance? Do you know what that’s like?” 

You can’t reply, tears block your airway and your words and you look away towards the ocean instead.

“Ya feel alone? Imagine how I felt for the past twenty something fucking years, then you can tell me how lonely you feel right now. I am next to you, and I still feel lonely. I am next to my soulmate who finally, after seeing me in their dreams for months, is talking back to me. I’m homesick, all the time.” This time his voice cracks, and you feel your own heart doing the same. “I can go anywhere I want, except home.”

Longing for a home that doesn’t exist.

“And you’re still denying me .”

“I wouldn’t be,” you tear your eyes away from the waves and look up at his. “If you haven’t kept leaving the goddamn hospital room.” It’s a weak ass excuse, and you know it. You know the sting of your words is still hurting him, you can’t take them back. 

“Well, you’ve been rejecting me your entire life. Why would you suddenly wanna see me, dummy?” His left hand caresses your cheek and thumbs away at stray tears. It’s too intimate, you don’t deserve it and all you can think about is Tamaki being crushed under that ambulance. You step back. 

“I can’t, I can’t just move on. I still love him,” your voice cracks and more tears begin to spill from your eyes. God, please stop crying. I’m so sick of crying. 

“I know,” he holds onto you tightly. “I’m not asking for you to stop loving him.” I just want to be the reason you choose to keep living each day. 

“But you love me,” you cry into his chest. “I need you to stop loving me.” You know this isn’t how it works, you know because for the first in forever you feel whole as he caresses you tightly. 

“You know I can’t, Bambi. I haven’t been in love with anybody, and never shall ,” he whispers. “ Unless it should be with you.”

“Please,” you start to push your palms against his chest and pull away. “I need time, I can’t just… I don’t know you well, Katsuki. It’s too much, my leg, the accident, you…” 

“I know, I know you need time. I don’t want to push you, Bambi. But I can’t just leave you alone,” His hands caress your tear-stained cheeks, his eyes are soft as his love for you. “Let me take on your pain too, you shouldn’t have to carry it all on your own.”

You don’t wanna talk anymore about your feelings. Not with anyone and certainly not Bakugou right now, it’s too confusing. “You don’t have the compression sleeve.” You take his hand away from your cheek, and childishly you squeeze his fingers as you observe them. There aren’t any calluses on his fingers. His skin is perfectly smooth. No imperfections. 

He doesn’t answer and you look up at him, he knows you’re evading. You know you’re evading. You both were just arguing, but you’re exhausted and you really just wanna stop fighting. 

“Do you not know?” Katsuki asks, stepping back and searching for your expression, his left hand drums their fingers against your arm. Confusion rocks through you. 

“Know what?” Your skin bristles and you feel yourself being pulled now as your consciousness starts to awaken. “Katsuki!” Panic sets in and then fear, you feel it all over again. It’s hot and makes you restless, like any second you might split. “I’m waking up, please don’t- please don’t leave me.”

You both step forward, holding tightly onto each other as you start to wake up. “You sure?” His voice is gruff in your ear. 

No, you’re not. 

“Yes.” 

-(-)-

Your head is pounding and your mouth is dry. It’s probably been a day or two since you flipped your shit out on the medical staff. Mentally you take note to send them a fruit basket as an apology. 

Everything is dim with exception for the machinery lights keeping you steady; your hand squeezes involuntarily and you feel something else. Katsuki . His hand is warm, gruff, weathered by his years in service. He’s still sound asleep, and you stare in awe with the fact the soulmates don’t wake up at the same time. Still tucked in, you don’t have to make much movement to know that the nurses have changed the bandaging on your leg again. Bakugou doesn’t stir when you adjust your hospital bed, and certainly doesn’t make it known if he’s awake when you can’t help but let out soft groans as you sit up for the first time in weeks. 

Healing bruises and cuts score your arms and your ribs still ache. Instead of pressing for more morphine, your other hand tightens its grip on Katsuki’s, and in his sleep he squeezes back. A small smile starts to grow but quickly it fades away. 

Grief still racks deep in your chest. A low moan slips out from deep in your lungs when you think too much about the accident and Tamaki, so you don’t think about it at all. You have to. 

So you think about food instead. Fried dough, grilled meat, roasted vegetables doused in olive oil and salt, sweets that forces you to down a glass of water or milk. Your stomach growls. 

You press your call button and it is a few moments before an older nurse walks in. He’s tall, with dark skin, cropped hair and kind eyes. You silently hold a finger to your lips and pointedly look at the sleeping man by your side. He nods in understanding. 

“Have I missed breakfast?” You whisper. 

“You missed dinner,” He whispers back with a quiet laugh. “I can sneak you some snacks. How are you feeling? An appetite is a good thing. We can remove the feeding tube then in a couple of weeks.” 

“Feeding tube?”

“It’s been placed surgically in your belly. You’ve been out for a while, sweetie. Doctors asked to be reassigned after your last episode,” he smiles again. He’s just joking, you’re sure of it. He has a kind smile. “It’ll also make it harder for you to hit me.”

You don’t understand what he means, but looking at his face in the dim hospital room and you start to see the healing bruise on his jaw. It dawns on you that you did punch him, right around the first time you woke up. “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry!” 

“No need,” he laughs and starts to check your vitals, the scratch of his pen soothing to your ears. “You give a mean left hook, good to know you’re one of Japan’s finest.” Not really , you think. You were a B level hero before that stepped down to be a sidekick to a high ranking hero. 

Who is now, currently, dead. 

“You’re lucky you’re not in psych,” he fiddles with some tubes near your belly button. “Some of the higher ranking surgeons fought for you, asking for some sympathy. Although, you are still on quirk restraints. Can’t win them all.” 

You don’t respond, feeling a low weight of guilt building at your belly. “Can you get him a blanket, please?” you whisper. 

“Sure thing,” the orderly nods as he checks the morphine drip. “We can try to give you some solid foods, but there’s soup and rice left, I can sneak in some orange slices if you’d like.”

“‘T’s fine,” you hear a low voice grumble beside you. “I’ll get ‘er something from the convenience store across the street.” Katsuki stretches, letting out a soft whine that you almost have to strain your ears to hear. 

Your hand squeezes his tightly, and tears spring in your eyes when he squeezes back. “Hi.”

“Hi yourself,” he subtly brings you knuckles to his lips and you feel how soft they are. “I’ll be back, what do you wanna eat?”

“It’s fine you don’t have to leave-” He starts to get up again and you panic. You don’t want to be alone. Please don’t leave me alone. 

“No, it’ll be better than this cold ass hospital shit.” Bakugou pointedly looks at the nurse and scowls. 

Instead of being offended, he laughs. “High cholesterol and artificial sweeteners isn’t all that great either for her.”

Touché. 

“Please,” you whisper to him. “Don’t go.”

You pleasingly stare into his eyes, already feeling yourself pitifully shaking at the mere thought of being alone again. 

In the abyss, it was dark. Hot. No water. No food. No one. No one except for your dead fiancé underneath you and that fucking ambulance. In the abyss, you could barely walk to find help. You couldn’t even see, not even your own hand centimeters from your face. In the dark, you truly believed you might die too. And that Tamaki’s plan was all for nought. All for nothing. You’ve never been so afraid of being alone before. 

He squeezes your hand three times, a promise. 

-(-)-

Bakugou doesn’t allow you to eat the hospital food during your recovery, despite the glowing reviews from other patients who swing by on their walkers and wheelchairs. He cooks big batches of soup, plain and bland at first when you threw up that night you woke up. Katsuki rolls his eyes at you when you critique his skill, boldly telling you that you wouldn’t even be able to handle his best. Bakugou helps clean the vomit out of your hair as the nurses helped you clean up, though. 

After a few days, your palate comes back and your stomach strengthens. You learn he’s an excellent cook, it’s a hobby of his when he’s not out on the streets fighting crime. You think about the frozen dinners and convenience store bento boxes you ate before, only cooking for Tamaki so he can be prepared for the day. You don’t remember the last time someone cooked for you. 

Doctors, every day, tell you they need to operate. You’re stubborn, pretending you don’t feel the infection making you weaker and pretending that the morphine is enough to mask the white hot pain in your leg. You want them to make a plan, a better plan. You want them to do their fucking jobs. 

Every time they leave, you’re angry. Angry they refuse to find the medical technology to save your leg. Angry that you are faced with this choice in the first place. Angry that Tamaki is dead and you have to be burdened with living. Angry. Angry. Angry. 

“You keep scowling like that, your face is gonna get uglier.” Bakugou aggressively rubs the crease out from between your eyebrows with his thumb. 

“Shut up,” you snap your head away from his touch, without any true malice towards him.

He knows this too, and laughs. “My ma used to tell me that all the time.”

“Yeah and you should’ve listened, it’s irreversible now.” 

You’re not used to this side of Katsuki. The lighter part of him. You remember reading a book last summer where the main character said her best friend had two personas, the persona he showed everyone and his naked persona, the one only she saw. You suppose that calling this side of Katsuki the Naked Katsuki is awkward and too suggestive, but it’s true. He makes you smile right after bawling your eyes out. He makes you smile when you really don’t want to, teasing you when the corners of your scowl start to upturn. 

You wonder where Naked Katsuki was during high school and why he had a stick up his ass for so long back then. 

On the fourth day, you feel the weakest. You’re eating, you’ve even begun to drink coffee again. But the pain has gotten worse and you hear the charting nurses start to talk about your blood toxicity levels. 

The doctors leave again, glancing at an unusually quiet Bakugou while you silently fume. Katsuki stays quiet, knowing better than to interrupt your oncoming rant. 

“Why do you do that?” You look towards the man, scowling as he just sits there in that stupid fucking chair. 

“What?” He asks, as if he doesn’t fucking know. Maybe he doesn’t, you really don’t give a shit though. You’re fucking pissed and you’re gonna let him know it. 

“Not say anything,” you roll your eyes. “You know that they need my soulmate’s agreement, I’m the only one fighting for my leg! If you’re not on my side, you’re against me!” Your hands pound at the sides of your thighs and you muster up the energy to glare at him. 

He takes in a deep sigh, “They’re right though. You’re not gonna make it through the night.” Katsuki looks at you plainly, and it’s written all over his face that he thinks you’re being ridiculous. 

This only infuriates you more and you jerk your shoulder out from under his hand. “Don’t touch me, you’re wrong! They can heal me, they don’t want to-”

“And why do you think so, sweetheart? Because after they cut through all the necrotic bone and tissue to save that stupid leg, you think you’ll be able to stand on it? Let alone sleep with that kind of pain every night?”

“The fuck do you know?? I can take it, my leg can recover!”

“When did you get so insufferably egotistical to think that you know more than the medical professionals?” Bakugou replies sarcastically with a dry laugh. “You need to say yes. They’re just going to wait until you slip back into another fucking coma so they can cut the damned thing off anyway.”

“Not if you-”

“Not if I, what? Why do you think I should agree with you? Because you’re my soulmate? Bullshit, you’re being stupid.” Ouch. 

“Me?? Stupid??”

“Yes!” He groans and gets out of the hospital chair he sleeps on at times, “What’s so goddamn awful about not having a leg? Hah?? What makes you think you’re too weak to recover from that?? What makes you think anyone is weaker for choosing amputation than living miserably for the rest of his life?!”

Silence falls between you both and you muster the courage to look at his arm again, the same compression sleeve that’s always there when he’s off duty. Every time you saw it, you felt something was off. It dawns on you slowly. 

“I don’t think anyone is weak for choosing amputation,” you reply quietly. 

He responds with a scoff, “Right.” 

“When?” You ask softly, tears sprout again in your eyes. 

“Can’t fucking believe you never noticed,” he scoffs. “It was after the War. During it actually. Near the final stretch, Shigaraki got me. That’s when I lost my arm.” No emotion in his voice, he’s moved on from this tragedy. It’s just a part of Katsuki now. 

“But… your quirk…”

He sits on the edge of your bed, carefully not to pull on any of your tubes, “Right before it happened, I was able to make all of my sweat turn to nitroglycerin, not just from the palms of my hands. Fucking bad miracle, I guess.” He looks down at his hands now, thinking deeply about what had happened and where he is now. “I have a special team who made my prosthesis so I can keep working. Only a handful people know about this, Deku, old Aizawa, the idiots who make my suits, some other shitty people and now… you.” 

“You hide it?” 

“Management.” It’s enough of an explanation. You’ve seen how dirty and unfair the hero industry is. It breaks your heart to think of the seventeen year old kid who lost his arm and nearly had his career along with life ended. You remember hearing about his death proclamation when you were on the other side of the battlefield, and you remember the sweet relief you felt when you heard you hadn’t lost your shitty classmate after all. It’s a lot on a young man’s shoulder to have his entire world changed, for a society that tells him to not brandish his war wounds with pride. 

You have more questions. More to ask him, more to know. But all of your words fall flat, they die on your tongue and you stay quiet. Shame is all you feel. 

“Your… hero suit is pretty revealing though,” you finally muster up, grimacing at yourself when you hear the heart monitor beeping slightly faster. “How does no one notice?”

He smirks at you, “No more revealing than Shitty Hair. Or Goody Two Shoes, Yaoyorozu.” Bakugou slips off the compression sleeve and scooches in closer to show off his prosthetic. It’s life-like, down to the minute details that no one would bother to notice. 

“So why the sleeve?” You ask, catching yourself still tracing the prosthetic before pulling yourself away. Thoughts of what your own might look if you go through with this surgery race through your mind, and only heightens your anxiety. 

Bakugou is quiet, mulling over his answer. “The short answer is that it helps with the pain.”

“And the long answer?”

“The doctors fucked up my arm trying to give me a second chance, they were worried that my career might end and there was still a war to fight.”

“We were just kids though,” you whisper. You weren’t on the frontlines of the war, you were in with the third wave of heroes and students. You didn’t see what happened firsthand, but you saw the horrific aftermath. They did a good job keeping this intel a secret, you can only imagine what other horrifying injuries they kept hidden from you and the public. 

“Yeah well, they nearly ended me while trying to save me. One of my surgeons finally kicked their asses and got them in line, saved what they could of my shoulder and my stump.” Before you can ask, he steps in closer and helps raise your hospital bed up so you can sit up straight. “I think his protégé is on your team now. Yours won’t look at fucked up as mine, but…”

Katuski removes the prosthetic with a click of a button you can’t see, which must be part of the seamless design from his support team. “The docs can tell you better, and more, but this is called the residual limb. Others call it a stump.” His fingers delicately show off what’s left of his arm as he opens up this new part of him to you. The scarring is an angry red, stained purple closed to the incision points. It looks painful. You tell him so. 

“It ain’t always,” he admits. “It’s worse at night.”

“But the sleeve helps?” You ask. He gently takes hold of your wrist with his other hand, it’s heavy and dwarfing your own, and he holds you against him. His skin is warm, soft. You can almost feel his pain in your own arm. 

“Sometimes. I don’t completely understand the tech. It’s all experimental.” He must be in pain all of the time.

“I’ll be in pain all the time then,” you say this quietly, but it sounds almost like a question. You can feel the aches he does, the sheer amount of pain that burns through muscles and skin he no longer has. 

“I’ve felt your pain all my life,” he steps in closer and embraces you with his one arm. “Every night, I’ve felt it and I need you to know that as your friend, I will always help you with it. Tomorrow will be better.” As your friend. That’s enough to give you peace of mind. It’s enough to release that tension in your chest. 

“And what if it isn’t?” You start to cry, wanting to wiggle your toes in a leg that won’t let you. 

“Then tomorrow,” he kisses your temple. “We will say it again. And again. Until it is. Okay?”

“Okay,” you nod as the tears stream down your face. You hold onto each other tightly, silently bonding your promise as friends. You're going to lose your leg tonight. 

-(-)-

The next two weeks, all you do is sleep. Sometimes Katsuki appears in your dreams, talking about his day and work. Mostly about work. You both find it hard to talk about anything else. When you’re not asleep, you stare out the window. 

Not many people visit. Friends were really friends of Tamaki, and you are just a reminder that he is no longer here. Family doesn’t exist for you anymore, they haven’t for years. Tamaki was your family. 

Workmates didn’t see you either, why should they? Your career in the past five years declined, if they associated with you so would their careers. All you had was Tamaki. So no, you didn’t see much except for your team of surgeons and your hospital assigned therapist that you really can’t stand because you apparently need to cry about shit now. 

When you’re discharged, you weren’t expecting anyone, and yet when you saw that familiar shade of blonde awaiting you, the floodgates opened. 

He takes you back to your apartment, dusty and cold from being empty for so long. You cried and cried. Katsuki, to your surprise, cried with you. It’s truly then, you understand the bond of a soulmate. Your pain is his, his pain is yours. Tears are shared, never are you truly alone. He stays with you that first night, sleeping on the floor of your living room while you sleep on the couch, refusing to be in the bed that you once shared with Tamaki. 

It isn’t until you start to wake up screaming, dreaming about the ambulance crushing you, dreaming about Tamaki’s corpse laying cold underneath you, that you and Katsuki decide to sleep somewhere else. 

He sets you up at Izuku Midoriya’s home, a lovely townhome smack dab in the middle of downtown. Midoriya is more than happy to help, insisting you take his bed. You think about how often he used to blush in high school, and how he didn’t even bat an eye when you mentioned you needed to be close to the bathroom at night or else you’ll piss his bed. 

“All the more reason for you to take my room,” he kindly smiles at you. “The bathroom is right there.”

“Don’t argue, Bambi. It’s useless.” There’s bags under Katsuki’s eyes. He hasn’t slept much lately. Guilt settles in pretty quickly. 

So you take the bed. Each night, you carefully balance your crutches against the mattress and take your opioids. The pain is all you can think about right now. And you hate that you’re so annoyed by this, but Bakugou insists on sleeping on an air mattress right at the foot of your bed. You hate how much you rely on others, you hate how much you need this, you hate that you’re angry. Angry. Angry. Angry. 

He’s patient though. The man you see now, isn’t who you thought he was. Back in your school days, Katsuki was a firecracker who was set off at any small inconvenience. Now, all he does is roll his eyes if you snap at him. Sometimes he doesn’t even react, just patiently checks your bandaging and helps you stretch even when you really want to fucking sleep. He follows your surgeons’ instructions to a tee, memorizing the numbers to call if you have any concerns and memorizing your medicines and dosages when you need a prescription refill. The times that you do elicit a reaction from him are usually because he’s had a long day at work and taking care of a stubborn and bitter soulmate is just a little much for him that day. Which usually means you end up feeling guilty for being such a shitty person. 

You learn a lot about Bakugou in the first six weeks after your amputation. You learn how he dealt with his phantom pain, how he learned how to ask for help, how he had to adjust to being a hero again. Another surprise was how often he called his ma and pa (and that he calls them that to their faces instead of “old man” and “ugly hag”), nearly every night if not every other night, the softness behind his gruff voice as he fights with parents over when he’s going to bring his soulmate over. You learn that he cooks a lot, and really well too, despite the bland soup he gave you initially. Deku, the up and coming number one hero, can barely handle boiling water without burning it, while Katsuki easily flies through the kitchen. 

“You’re a natural,” you muse. He convinced you to eat downstairs, getting you used to moving around again. 

If it were up to you, you’d probably wallow all day in Midoriya’s room and sleep. Or chain smoke shittt cigarettes in his bathroom, exhaling all of the smoke outside his small window. You’ve been caught doing that already when you nearly fell and caused a commotion. Izuku was madly apologizing with a deep blush at seeing you in a towel, even though it was clearly your fault. Katuski was not amused. You haven’t seen that damn pack of cigarettes since. 

Concern furrows your brows and you bite the inside of your cheek. “How did… losing your arm affect your cooking?”

“I was shit at cutting vegetables,” he answers bluntly, smiling softly when you snort. “It took me a while to get back into it. A chef in my support group helped me out, giving me advice and all.” 

“Support group? You actually did that?”

“I still do,” he feeds you another serving. The steam from the food warms your cheeks and makes your mouth water. No one, aside from your parents, has ever cooked for you. 

“Why??”

He raises an eyebrow at you, “Really. You’re asking me why I, after a traumatic event in my life, attended a therapy group with individuals who went through something similar?”

Bakugou laughs when you tell him to shut the fuck up. 

-(-)-

“Why did it take you guys so long to find us?” You ask on the day you get your first prosthetic leg.

Bakugou’s jaw tenses and you watch his hands squeeze his steering wheel. “There was a lot of noise, too much for Earjack. With all of the falling debris, unstable grounding, it was just… a perfect accident.” A bad miracle. “Once we lost Amajiki’s earpiece, there wasn’t any indication of your whereabouts.” You noticed this about Bakugou, the way his voice changes into something serious when work is brought up. A soldier. 

You don’t remember them finding you. In your psych rotations for your final year of school, you heard about how the brain shuts down from trauma and can try to help the person heal by simply forgetting events occurred. This was corroborated by your therapist too, although you need to find a better once because she fucking sucks ass and agrees with Bakugou that you need to quit smoking. 

You weren’t allowed to read the reports though, following the accident. It was a thick file, that’s all that Bakugou tells you. He doesn’t talk about that night he found you. One night you find Deku vulnerable and alone after a shift at work, sifting through paperwork that needed to be filed and faxed over the next morning. He was clearly uncomfortable with speaking on the matter too. Midoriya answers your questions though, telling you how hard it was on Bakugou. He never slept, he worked straight through. The only thing that gave him hope of your survival was that he didn’t feel your soul leaving. 

“You can feel that?” You whispered. Izuku nods, not speaking more on that topic either. 

“Kacchan… he never gave up. He was going to die finding you.” You’re glad he didn’t. But a significant part of you died down there. And you don’t know if you would ever get that back. 

-(-)-

Bakugou takes a leave of absence after he files the soulmate forms, declaring officially and legally that you both are bonded. Of course this really isn’t true. Bonded soulmates requires sexual intercourse. And well… you both are just friends. 

However to legally have you under his medical insurance, he lies for you. Your ID comes in the next week, a holographic heart next to the heart that says you’re an organ donor. Under another shadow, but instead of leaving you cold, you feel relief. Relief from the hot pain of being alone and defenseless. Relief that you can finally breathe. 

He doesn’t say anything about the holographic heart next to his red one either, he doesn’t even talk to you directly when the mail comes in with your new IDs. You’re not sure if it’s embarrassment, pride, sadness, or just plain bitterness. You’re not really sure if you want to know. What you do know is that you’re grateful that he doesn’t make a big deal out of it, and cooks you a hearty pasta meal that night to celebrate your new insurance. 

Six months after the amputation, you’ve been fitted with a prosthetic and you’re walking again. It used to be “walking”, managing only a few feet at a time without wobbling or needing your wheelchair again. But now you can walk. You can walk. 

Some days are good. Some days are really good. Some days aren’t. 

Your first fall, Bakugou stares while you laugh loudly at yourself. You forgot you didn’t have a leg, and put all your weight onto your left side as you turned the corner of the grocery aisle. It’s the first time you see him blush, and for a moment you think he’s embarrassed by the scene you’re making in the middle of this grocery store, until you realize it’s the first time you’ve laughed this loudly in months. He helps you back up again. 

On your worst days, Bakugou lies with you in bed while you grieve. Grieve for your leg, grieve for your dead fiancé, grieve for your losses. 

You become closer, it’s natural when he’s the one who takes you to your appointments with your prosthetist and talks about your scar tissue. It’s natural when he’s the one who coaxes you to sleep, rubbing your back with his lips pressed against your temple. You two become friends. It’s friends who bring you comfort when you feel sick, when you feel like the weight of the world is too much and you and they both know the best thing to do is just lay in bed and watch shitty movies all day. You become friends. You’re friends. Good ones at that. 

When Bakugou finally goes back to work, leaving you alone, you realize how much you both talk. You text all day, updating him of the meaningless things you do. Shitty reality TV shows become a hobby of yours while you practice your core exercises, and despite Bakugou’s claims he doesn’t give a shit, he always listens to you when you talk about them. He comes for lunch every day, even when he’s across the city. Katsuki pretends to not watch your silly little shows while you eat his food.

He tells you that you need to listen to your therapist and get a real fucking hobby (his words not hers), and encourages you by sending you coffee shops and boba tea places to try. Bakugou starts with places nearby, a small ten minute walk for you at most. But as you gain more and more endurance, and the more you get used to walking on your prosthetic, the farther the recommendations go. Soon you find yourself going to the train stations again, sometimes you take a second to enjoy the parks you walk by. You can’t stand that he was right, and now you’re not napping as much anymore. 

You find yourself at the tea shop where Bakugou took you from what seems like a million years ago, resting and trying to massage your leg from the walk there. Bakugou texted you cancelling to meet you there, there was an emergent situation at work and he was called to arrive on scene. This used to bother you, but now it just drives you to get back into work again. You miss it. You miss being useful. It’s here at the tea shop, reading the newspaper, that you see it. The apartment listing. 

The very apartment you had shared and lived in with Tamaki, is back on the market now. It startles you to see it again, in the fucking newspaper too of all places, like it’s still the twentieth fucking century. You wonder if you keep staring at it, if you’ll cry or feel something . Instead you feel empty. 

You’re not really sure what that means. 

At your support groups and in therapy, you admit to thinking about Tamaki every day. All throughout the months, you talk about the nightmares you have surrounding his death. It haunts you, his ghost. You still smell his body wash sometimes, always in passing, always enough to leave you longing and never enough for you to fully remember his scent. Sometimes you swear he’s right next to you as you wake, softly snoring after a long shift. It makes you sad. That’s what you tell your therapist and your support group. In reality, you feel guilt. Guilt that you’re alive and he isn’t. 

Guilty that you’re with your soulmate, like he wanted you to, but in a weird fucking platonic dance as you both struggle to maintain the facade of friendship. 

“Have you been to see him?” Your therapist asks, watching you play with a squeeze toy. 

“What do you mean?” His ashes are with his parents, you really don’t want to make that drive. They haven’t reached out to you since the accident. And to be honest, they really didn’t like you despite what Tamaki said. You really wish you could tell his ass that right now, you’d be so smug about it too and everything. 

“Have you visited his grave?” She clarifies. 

No, you haven’t. And you didn’t want to. Bakugou and you fought that night, not a serious fight but enough to make you mad and not talk to him for the rest of the night. He thinks you should go. You think you need to just move on. 

It’s been almost a year anyway. 

You can walk with a barely noticeable limp. He’s even helped you to train now to get back into hero work. Hero , you don’t want to be a fucking sidekick again. You’ve been working with a new support tech team and a specialist prosthetist for a leg to help you move with your quirk. The fact that you have now leveled up to having more than one prosthetic makes you proud. You’re done walking, now you can run. You don’t cry as much anymore, you don’t cringe walking down the streets of Musutafu anymore. You’ve even stopped reading the articles surrounding the sinkhole accident, knowing that obsessing over “what if’s” will not bring back Tamaki or your leg (at least, you stopped doing this in the middle of the night now. Sometimes you forget your silly little therapy tactics and dive back into the news reports and tabloids to read with your morning coffee). 

You can feel yourself growing stronger. 

You don’t need to do this. 

It’s not gonna solve anything. He will still be dead… 

“Why do you even care?” You ask him the next morning, annoyed that he’s ignoring you and didn’t make you breakfast like usual. You’ve been forced to eat a bowl of cereal like some common roommate. 

“He was your fiancé,” Bakugou scoffs. “You couldn’t attend his funeral, you haven’t seen him since-”

“Since I killed him?” You angrily drop your spoon in your bowl and get up, not feeling that hungry anymore. 

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I was going to say.” Katsuki rolls his eyes at you, knowing better than to follow you to your room to wallow. 

You can’t visit his grave. And this makes you angry. You can’t, because it means having to be faced with the fact that you’re starting to feel something towards Katsuki. Living together has been doing that to you. It’s hard, hard to ignore the magnetic pull between you both and hard to pretend it doesn’t hurt you when he goes on dates like his friends suggest sometimes. On top of that, it’s watching him leave each morning and being so fucking scared that he might not come back. You don’t know how you can manage that. You don’t know if what you feel for Katsuki is love or something far deeper. Whatever it is or isn’t, if this is how you feel now , you cannot imagine the pain of losing him later. Shinju comes to mind, the little girl destined to be with Tamaki forever only to be ripped away from him. You’ve had dreams of losing your family and friends in horrible deaths, and you’ve woken up with absolute dread in your heart. But a soulmate’s death, you never quite understood the depth of. Not until now. And that thought scares the shit out of you. 

The fight is never resolved, and you don’t visit Tamaki’s grave. Instead, you decide to find a new place to live on your own. 

-(-)-

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[izvmimi]

prompt 42 - list here

cw: hurt-comfort. implied depression. ooey-gooey. sfw.

There’s a banging on the door. You’re the one doing it, making a huge racket that sounds through the apartment floor, the noise becoming louder and louder with every bounce off of the hallway walls.

You’ve been standing outside of his apartment for far too long, your phone clenched in one hand as you demand attention on the right. 

Open. Open, please.

Tamaki has been acting strange for so long, almost two weeks even, and it culminates finally in this - you outside his door, heart thumping in your chest almost in time with every knock. Why, all of a sudden? Why is that you are the first to be set aside when he’s in pain, when you both know that you’re the one he wants most by his side?

You hear a shuffling at the door and finally it swings open. Your favorite person stands before you, looking an absolute wreck. Tousled hair peeks out from under a blanket wrapped over his head and around his shoulders, and the arm he reaches for the door with is wrapped heavily in bandages, presumably from his last fight. You grit your teeth as you see him, not out of anger but out of hurt.

“Why haven’t you answered my messages?” you ask. It’s half an accusation and half a plea.

Tamaki musters the last bit of strength in his voice to croak out, “I didn’t want to worry you.”

You step in and the door closes around you. You cup his face in your hands, pulling him gently towards you. The action is perhaps more forceful than you or he are used to, but sometimes, sometimes a bit of tough love is needed. 

“Don’t do that. Don’t push me away.” Your expression is almost fierce but your hands are gentle and steady on his skin.

His face warms in yours, and a bit of light returns to his dark eyes. Perhaps you see your reflection in him or you are the glimmer of hope within - something or the other, something that doesn’t matter as much as how much you love him in this very moment.

His lips crash into yours.

“I can’t help it,”  he admits as he pulls back from a much-needed, heavily-desired kiss. It’s been him and his own endless, catastrophic thoughts for days, and he tries often not to drag you into his mess. There’s a lot of things he can’t control at times. 

But here you are, willfully showing up for him, despite his best efforts. Despite the fact that he wants to spare you. 

Despite everything, you are here for him.

And despite whatever the world may throw at him, he realizes he cannot change the fact that he’s hopelessly in love with you.

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[kywaslost]

An Easy Night - Tamaki Amajiki

A/N: For some reason I received the intense urge to put the names of every character I’ve written for in a spin-the-wheel to try and write for everyone at least once (with the exception of Kou and Tony Padilla). Let’s see if I stick with it!

    You were a third year at UA High, enjoying your hero studies under the supervision of Fatgum. Sure, it was a perk that your boyfriend Amajiki was with you, but you genuinely enjoyed spending time with Kirishima and Fatgum too! The four of you got along really well and you couldn’t ask for a better group to work with.

    Unfortunately, you had driven yourself into the ground by the end of the day. You stayed up late the night before to finish up an essay and to study for a calculus exam you had that day. You got maybe 4 hours of sleep? You weren’t quite sure. Then there was the pop ‘quiz’ in combat training where your teacher had everyone fight to their greatest potential for extended periods of time. Needless to say, several students ended up with Recovery Girl.

    You were already on the verge of collapsing when you arrived with Amajiki and Kirishima at the agency but you persevered. At one point during rounds with Fatgum he offered to give you a ride in the ‘Fattaxi’ but you politely declined. Somehow, perhaps maybe because of a miracle, you survived patrol with your team and made it back to the dorms in one piece. 

    Poor Amajiki thought you were going to collapse when you finally made it back to your dorm. You nearly kneeled over when you first entered the main door. He wrapped an arm around you to help you up to your room.

    “You should get some rest,” he said quietly. His worried eyes met your e/c ones. “You look exhausted.”

    You shook your head. “I need to shower, change, and then do homework.”

    “Tomorrow’s Saturday,” Amajiki reminded you, helping you lower yourself to sit on the edge of your bed. “You’ll have the whole weekend to work.” When you ignored him and gathered clothes to change into, he sighed. “Alright. Well, I’m going to shower as well. I’ll come back here when I’m done.”

    You beat him out of the shower, and when Amajiki made it back to your room, he froze in fear. You were hovering over your desk, not moving. It spooked him at first, then he stepped into your room. “Y/N, I told you to rest,” he scowled lightly. “You need it.”

    “I’m not working,” you responded. “I just got dizzy. I took a hot shower and my blood pressure dropped so I’m light-headed. I just need to sit for a sec.”

    Amajiki sighed. “Let’s get you to bed.” He helped you stand slowly and walked you the short distance to your bed. He helped you lay down. Then tucked your weighted blanket he got you around you. He handed you your comfort stuffed animal and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll be back, honey.”

    He returned a moment later with a water bottle in hand. “Here,” he held it up to you. “This should help with the dizziness.” Amajiki looked away, face heating up. “May I join you?”

    You giggled in amusement, taking a sip of the water. “Come here, Amajiki.”

    The shy boy wouldn’t make eye contact with you until he got under the blanket and you slid your way under his arm to rest your head on his chest. You sighed in content.

    “Thank you, Amajiki,” you said with a yawn. You were so worn out. “This is nice.”

    “I-i-i-it’s nothing,” your boyfriend stuttered. “Anything to make you com-com-comfortable, honey.”

    You were asleep before the words finished leaving his mouth.

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[hail-ey-m]

тαмαкι αмαנιкι—αηχιєту

Relationship: Platonic

!!TW: mentions of anxiety, obviously!!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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Dear Y/n,

Hello. I heard from Shiggy-chan that you're having some anxiety? I'm really sorry to hear this, I have it too and I wouldn't wish it on anyone. 

I want you to know that you aren't alone, and there is nothing wrong with you. In my opinion, it just makes you even stronger then those around you. 

You're probably wondering how that makes any sense if you're scared of simple things that their not. It makes you stronger because you persevere. You are doing things that everyone else does while being terrified. 

That takes a lot of strength! And I am so proud of you for it. So, so proud. 

I know how hard it can be, and how much people misunderstand it and call it "being shy" or "just being paranoid". Its not. It is so much more then that. It is a terrible and terrifying feeling. 

But there is hope. There are coping mechanisms, and people there to support and help you! Even if you feel like you have nobody, I will always be here for you. I will always support you and never judge you! 

I know I seem unapprochable to some people, but you can always come to me if you need to. In fact, I can give you some coping mechanisms if you'd like? I hope they work for you as much as they work for me. 

Or not, I'm sure you have plenty and don't need my help! Sorry if I'm overstepping with this letter, I just didn't want you to feel alone. Cya at school I guess..

Sincerely,

Tamaki ♡

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© 2023 Shiggy | All Rights Reserved | No portion of this work may be used or adapted in any way without the author's explicit consent.

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[blueflamebimbo]

Hello my lovely, amazing Mickey! I would like to submit an idea, if this is not something you like just delete it ❤ Laf you!

So. Tamaki Amajiki. Anxiety boy. He's been together with his s/o for a long time now and they've been supporting each other all the way. Usually, whenever his anxiety gets the better of him, he can count on his s/o to have his back. However, something has happened to s/o and now it is his turn to gather all his courage and have s/o's back, because they just can't deal with it on their own. It can be stress/anxiety, a villain, a family situation ... whatever your beautiful brain can come up with ❤ long story short: Tamaki forgetting about/pushing aside his anxiety for a short while to help/stand up for his s/o.

Hewwo! Here to present you with one anxiety boie! I really hope you like it! ;; @silenceofthecookies

How could this happen? It wasn’t supposed to go this way. You were the one who usually kept it together for Amajiki’s sake. He could count on you, always. 

Granted, it sometimes embarrassed him how easy it seemed for you to understand his struggles, take his hand and get through to him. You loved seeing the panic vanishing from his expression and turn into something more tranquil, trusting. However, it was never that easy for you - you were simply a little stronger, a little better at hiding your troubles. Besides, Tamajiki always told you how proud he was of you for handling things so well. 

That’s what made this situation all the more frustrating for you. There’s only so much a person can handle before something gives out. Today was rough, you felt overwhelmed with the world, couldn’t even handle the smallest sound. The light seemed harsh, the room felt warm and your breathing came in short puffs. It didn’t help that Amajiki looked like he was about to lose his mind. Of course nothing good was going to come from showing this side of yourself this late in the relationship. 

You expected him to go into a full-blown panic attack at the sight of you, were already squeezing your eyes shut as tears dripped down your chin and you prepared to utter an apology. What actually happened was Amajiki kneeling in front of you, his hands shaking as they reached up to cup your cheeks. “I-- I’m so sorry you’re going through this, love, but-- but you’re not alone. I’m here.”

You sniffled, a small croak leaving you as you tried to breathe. “I’m so s--”

Amajiki shook his head, “No, love. Don’t apologize. P-Please…” He let out a sigh and squared his shoulders, trying to compose himself. “Let’s go sit over on the couch. I can-- I can hold you until you’re ready to talk. I-Is that okay?” 

You looked up at him, his eyes scared but filled with determination. This man really wanted to help, and you trusted him - knew that he would help. Maybe it was time for you to let down some walls. You nodded. With Amajiki, you were safe.

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[herofics]

Hello , this is my first time requesting so i hope i'm doing this right , can i pls request tamaki with an s/o that is reaaaally sensitive but hates crying in front of others bc she thinks she is burdening them with her problems / she has gotten scolded over crying so easily bc "crying wont solve anything" so she just kinda tries making excuses to go cry somewhere else and then returns like nothing happened and tries to deny she was crying when it's painfully obvious she was ? sorry if its way too specific , but thanks in advance , have a great day /night and remember to drink water

I was planning a scenario for this at first but I couldn’t come up with anything I was happy with so HCs it is, hope you don’t mind

•You always try not to cry in front of people, because you don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable and you hate feeling like a burden to others

•Tamaki doesn’t like crying in front of people either, especially if he isn’t super close with them, but if it was with Mirio, Nejire or you, he probably wouldn’t really mind

•You crying would never make Tamaki uncomfortable, he just wants to help and comfort you and would never feel like you’re a burden

•So when you got upset about something, you just excused yourself from the situation and marched to your dorm room, since you had been in the common room with Tamaki and some of your other classmates

•Someone had thrown a mean comment at you and you got upset, so you told the you were going to go do your homework and went to your room

•The tears were already rolling down your cheeks before you got to your room, but luckily you didn’t run into anyone

•Tamaki came to your door soon after you had sat down on your bed and started crying quietly, he knocked and asked if he could come in, telling you he’d noticed that you’d gotten upset

•You took a few deep breaths, and tried to stop crying, but you told him he could come in anyway

•You wiped your cheeks with your sleeve and just exhaled deeply, but you couldn’t stop crying right away

•Tamaki sat down next to you, but he didn’t really know what to say, he’d never seen you cry before, since he knew you disliked crying in front of people and you’d never let him see you like this

•He just wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you leaned your head against his shoulder, still hiccupping a bit from all the crying

•The two of you don’t talk for a while, but eventually Tamaki asked you if you were feeling better

•You tell him yes and thank you for staying with you even though you were upset

•He’s kinda surprised you would say that, because of course he would want to stay with you and help you

•You just tell him that you were always told: “Crying won’t solve anything” and that you were shamed if you cried when others were around, so you’d been kinda scared he would react the same way

•He gets why you would think that, since it’s your experience with many other people, but he wants to make sure you don’t think that of him anymore

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[cascadedkiwi]

Candles and Quiet (Comfortember 2023)

Characters: Mirio, Nejire, Tamaki, and Female OC (Lilette) Manga/Anime: Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Genre: Comfort Summary: Sometimes a stimuli break is better with friends. Word Count: 1,276

Prompts: Alternative 4: Candles (where this started), featuring 15. Plushies and 26. Friends

The bedroom light and bedside lamp were off. The curtains were pinned shut with clothespins. Her laptop was off, her phone turned over and out of sight. The surge protectors were all switched off. The standing fan was unplugged. 

The rattling of the door handle broke the silence. 

“Oh… ok… darkness,” came a familiar cheery male voice as the door opened just a little bit. Lilette stayed still as she recognized Mirio’s voice.

“And silence,” added a light female voice. Nejire was with him, apparently.

“We’ll be right back,” Mirio said, closing the door again.

Minutes went by and Lilette sank back into the empty quiet of her room. She hadn’t shifted her position on the bed, curled in the upper corner with her back to the wall. She flexed her finger, lightly petting the plush squid she held to her stomach. Her bed was flush to the left corner of the room. She was facing the door, not really listening for their return. She wasn’t really listening to anything at all but the silence. She let her mind dance with the sort of high pitched non-sounds floating in her ear canals. 

A light knocking interrupted it this time. “We’re back,” called the female voice again. Nejire had taken care to soften her tone from the concerned one she’d used earlier.

“And we brought light!” The cheerful male announced as the door slowly opened. Mirio was whispering as well, but his happy tone almost canceled out the effort.

Lilette raised her head at the soft, wavering light that pushed against her curated darkness from the doorway. Mirio was leading in their friend group with a candle in his hand, a small flame surrounded by smooth glass. Close behind was Nejire, holding a tiny fire of her own in a prettier container. Hers was wider and flat like a tea saucer and looked like a fancy bar of soap. A third light followed them, shining small and timid from within the confines of two cupped palms. Tamaki. Lilette couldn’t help but smile. Nejire hung back to close the door behind him as he shuffled in with his head down, not saying a word.

Mirio held his candle up to his face, making the lights and shadows dance over his features. He moved the light towards Lilette, studying her curled form for a moment with a smile. “Is it ok for us to be here?”

Lilette nodded, even though he knew she would’ve stopped them the first time if she didn’t feel like having company.

Nejire stepped up, resting her candle on the nightstand. “Is sound ok or no?”

Lilette held up one hand to the light, pinching her fingers together. 

Nejire dipped her head. “We’ll keep it low.”

“Is it a no talking time for you?” Mirio asked, setting his candle further away on her bureau drawer amongst her perfume bottles. The reflections from the shaped glass danced on the ceiling.

Lilette nodded, holding up her squid to show its big puppy dog eyes and smiling face.

He let out an exaggerated breath of relief. “That’s good. We were worried when you disappeared right after dinner. You just wanted to wind down?”

She nodded again.

Nejire motioned to the bed, sitting only after Lilette gave her the go ahead. “Sometimes a stimuli break is nice. I’m guessing your mind’s pretty quiet right now, too?”

Lilette inclined her head before tilting it to look at Tamaki who had parked himself in the middle of her floor, still holding the candle in both his hands. The flame glowed gently from within his lap, softly lighting his face, chest, and shoulders. 

Mirio lowered himself to the floor as well, leaning against the bed which put him between Tamaki and Nejire. Of the four, he was the last anyone would expect to just slip into quiet time, but he had proven perfectly adaptable to Tamaki when they were little, only getting better over the years. He walked his hand over the mattress, poking at one of Lilette’s feet when he confirmed he could reach it. He grinned when she blinked curiously at him, wiggling her toes.

Tamaki rested his candle on the floor and scooted over to the bed, pulling down another of Lilette’s plushies that was laying on the mattress, a small beige moose with little brown antlers. He busied his fingers petting its soft forehead, much like how Lilette was with the squid.

Nejire laid back on the mattress, turning her head to watch the candles lighting up the nightstand next to Mirio and the bureau beyond Mirio’s head. The two flames kindly tamed the darkness, seeming to work with it instead of trying to stave it off. It was something a study lamp could never hope to accomplish. Something about the candles providing just enough light to see, just enough to confirm where they were, just enough to keep the mind from getting unhelpfully creative. 

There was something about Tamaki’s candle on the floor. Nejire couldn’t see it from this new vantage point but she was comforted by the way it lit up their two guys in their entirety. Its light brushed every surface available, all four walls of the dorm room, unobtrusive in its service. 

The three looked up when the mattress dipped and shifted with Lilette’s movements. She’d laid down on her side with her back still to the cool wall, upside down to Nejire and now much closer to Mirio. This put her in direct line of sight with Tamaki, whose gaze flitted about nervously a few times before he offered her a timid smile. She returned it with a happy one, waving both of the squid’s long tentacles at him. He waved one of the moose’s little arms back. Lilette smiled wider.

She was so very appreciative of her friends. Of the way they just seemed to understand her without demanding more. How they had put in the time and effort to get to know her and her needs. The way  they just popped in to check on her wanting nothing more than to genuinely confirm she was doing ok. They didn’t want the mask. In fact, individually and collectively, they fought against it, calling her out every time they recognized it. It had gotten to the point that they saw it when she didn’t even realize she was doing it. It was hard at times, accepting that kind of care even though she knew she’d always wanted it. But, she recognized again with Mirio playing with her open hair and Nejire fooling with the arms of her squid, they deemed her worthy. She saw the relational understanding in Tamaki’s eyes as he played with the moose’s antlers - Mirio had no doubt tugged him through that “you deserve the kind of care you want and need” ringer years ago and was still doing so to this day. Her heart smiled and warmth bloomed in her chest. She pressed one of the squid’s tentacles to her chin and pushed it down and out. 

Thank you. She would voice it when she felt like talking again but for now, she settled in the hushed atmosphere surrounded by her friends. It was a different kind of stillness from when she was alone. Not that it was more or less preferable, just dissimilar. This was like an unspoken hug. It wrapped around her with an unassuming presence, existing in tandem with her as she was. Like the mellow candlelights within the darkness, adding without taking away. It was something she was deeply grateful for that she never thought to ask for. She would have to work on that.

#comfortember #comfortember 2023 #mirio togata #nejire hado #tamaki amajiki #mha comfort #5 days strong #not bad for someone who hasn't written for fun consistently in LITERAL YEARS #cascadedkiwi writes again

[thehusbandoden]

Panic Attack -Tamaki x Reader

Ahh finally got a Tamaki one out!! Man I don't pay my baby enough attention 🥺// I was going to wait to post until tomorrow, but I've been working on this all day -like 5-30 minutes of writing before doing something else- and just couldn't wait to give my baby some love.

After a hushed argument with Mirio people start gossiping about Tamaki, accusing him of things he's never done, and whispering horrible things around him. After having a panic attack, he makes it to his your dorm, where you comfort your distressed Tama. | 1,186 words | fluff/comfort

Warnings!: Mentions of gossiping, social anxiety, and a panic attack.

Tamaki is usually okay at school. As long as he didn't have to publicly speak, he left each room after the majority did, he had the availability to take a break, and most importantly, he had one of his best friends with him at all times. Even if it was just one, he honestly needed them to stay sane.

Today's been off. You got sick and so you had to stay home. And so Tamaki had to wait another ten minutes for Nejire to agree to take him to school. After they reached the door Nejire ran off to a meeting for the beauty pageant, leaving Tamaki alone in a semi-crowded hallway. Anxiety filled Tamaki as he kept his head down, walking on the sidelines, trying to find his locker and avoid interaction at all cost.

His breath got stuck in his throat as he felt a hand clasp his shoulder. He squeezed his eyes shut, trembling as he started growing smaller, sinking toward the floor.

"Tamaki! What's going on? Where's y/n?" A familiar warm voice hissed into his ear, causing him to calm down.

"Y-y/n's sick." Tamaki muttered, opening his eyes and partially straightening his posture.

"Okay?! What about Nejire!" Mirio countered, concerned for his friend. And even though he was just trying to help, the raised voice and whispers around Tamaki made him want to hurl, so he quickly turned to a locker, pressing his forehead against the cool metal.

"S-she had a meeting.."

"And she just left you!?"

"Mirio please..."

"Did she?"

"Yes! Obviously." Tamaki hissed, anxiety overwhelming his senses as he listened to the whispers about Mirio's persistence.

"Tamaki.. here I'll take you to class."

"No thanks." After a few more moments to collect himself Tamaki moved off of the locker and made his way to class, anxiety a lot worse then normal.

For the rest of the day Tamaki avoided Mirio, feeling hurt by his concerned nagging. It would've been alright if it was just them, but all those students were around and heard. And boy did word spread.

Students whispered to one another all day, gossiping about how Tamaki and Mirio were fighting, and how Tamaki lashed out. The story was shared countless times, and each time the story became a little more stretched, finally reaching a point where they were saying that Tamaki and Mirio were screaming at one another and that Tamaki was being a total jerk and that his entire personality was fake.

As the last bell of the day rang Tamaki swallowed hard, heart beating rapidly. As he waited for the students to shuffle back to their dorms he panicked as he realized that a lot of students were staying behind -watching him. As he felt their stares rake his body, panic set in, causing him to softly hyperventilate. Standing up, he shook as he started walking to the door, elvish ears picking up all of the students whispering.

"Look! That's the kid who tried to beat up Togata!"

"I heard that he's a pervert with a body count over 40. Stay away from him."

"I'mma beat that punk up for messing with Togata!"

"Hey.. isn't he that tentacle freak?"

"He's so pathetic looking! He'll never score a girl!"

"He's so.. ugly."

Tamaki's face flushed as his heart slammed against his chest, making it hard to breathe. The whispering made his head spin as tears pricked at his eyes.

Continuing to walk, he desperately tried to calm his breathing as he felt a massive panic attack evade his senses. It only worsened as people surrounded him, some giving him looks and whispering to each other.

The attention only made his panic attack worse, causing his hands to shake. Walking out to the entrance, he swiftly made his way to the dorms, not noticing Nejire calling after him.

"Darnit Amajiki what's your problem?" She called, pouting as she watched him go.

You grabbed another tissue, blowing your nose. After discarding it into the trash next to your bed, you continued to scribble at your homework, frowning as you erased your answer yet again.

In your deep concentration, you didn't notice your boyfriend's your door being opened and closed. Nor did you notice your boyfriend sinking to the floor, hugging his knees to his chest, tears finally falling down his face, limbs shaking.

After another half hour or so you finally noticed Tamaki as he crawled into his your bed, moving to be semi-close to you.

"Oh- when did you get here Baby?" You ask, smiling down at him as he moves his head to your shoulder.

"Just barely.."

You could tell by his voice and how he pitifully nuzzled his nose into your neck that something was off.

"Tama baby, what happened?" You coo, setting aside your work.

"Nothing.. just another day." His voice sounded heavy, and slightly cracked, something was definitely wrong.

"Love.. look at me." You whisper, gently grasping his face to hold in your hands, rubbing a thumb over his cheek.

You smiled sadly as he looked up at you, tears in his eyes and past stains marking his beautiful face. "Oh hunny what happened?" You ask softly, wiping away his tears.

"....."

"My love, it will be easier to let it out then hold it in. Trust me, I'm safe. It's just us. Just you, and me. Your y/n."

"Bunny am I ugly!? A-am I some freak because of my quirk!? D-d-d- Doyouactuallywanttobewithme!?" (Do you actually want to be with me) Tamaki sobbed, burying his head into your chest, clinging to you desperately.

"Baby! How- how could you think any of those horrid things!? You're not ugly, you're gorgeous, in no way are you a freak! If we're talking about your quirk, you have an amazing one! And of course I want to be with you! You're perfect for me! I couldn't never, and would never want to love anyone else but you! You, my adorable, shy, romantic, and gorgeous baby! What's got you thinking these things Bub?!"

Tamaki cried as he clung to you, still shaking. "I-it's a long story my love.."

"And I want to hear every bit of it."

You held him all night, and after a while he stopped sobbing and spent the rest of the night thanking and complimenting you, telling you how much he dearly loved you, and named every little thing he loved about you until he fell asleep, nuzzled into your arms. Tamaki ended up getting sick with you, so you spent days cozied in bed with one another, binging shows, telling stories, and simply just talking.

After you got better you had some harsh words with Mirio and Nejire, making them promise to apologize and he a lot more considerate. Afterwards, you had them help knock down the rumors and chew out anyone who whispered about Tamaki, and especially the ones who helped blow them out of porportion. They were quite willing to listen with three powerful year three students breathing down their necks.

When Tamaki got back into school he was surprised -and relieved- to find multiple apology notes stuffed into his locker, and many from Miro and Nejire in person.

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