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l-sincline · 3 months

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Girlish Whimsy Chapter 12

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AO3 tags: Ouran High School Host Club - All Media Types, Ootori Kyouya/Original Female Character(s), Ootori Kyouya, Suoh Tamaki, Original Characters, Original Female Characters, Morinozuka Takashi, Haninozuka Mitsukuni, Fujioka Haruhi, Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Kaoru, Slow Burn, Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers, Eventual Romance, smart people that arent smart about romance, Oblivious, Battle of Wits, Ouran High is one giant social chess game

Asuka has her eyes on the prize as soon as she steps foot on Ouran High School grounds. Her goal? Impress her father enough to convince him to let her remain as heir to the company instead of handing the title down to her younger brother. She knows going to school at Ouran will be one big chess game, especially coming in late at her second year- but she’s up for any challenge.

Asuka finds herself intrigued by the Host club and the inner workings of it. More than that, she sees untapped opportunities to grow her resume. Now all she needs is a partner on the inside who’s equally as motivated, and he was easier to find than she thought.

The overnight transformation that had taken place was quite astounding, actually. Asuka couldn’t help but be minutely impressed.

As if she hadn’t slept at all, Renge had arrived the next day and given all the hosts a complete overhaul on their personalities. Though Asuka couldn’t help but sense something fishy about the whole thing— she had a thought on what to look up, but for now she was trapped under Renge’s fiery gaze as the rest of the boys ‘rehearsed’ around the room.

“It needs to be big! A statement piece!” Renge declared.

“Hmmm…” Asuka bit her bottom lip, “Usually the engagement ring is the statement piece if any…”

“The bride is always right.” Renge shot back.

Asuka glanced up, she could now admit that phrase wasn’t as fun when it was being used against her. She sighed and tapped her pen on her notebook a few times before making a few new scribbles.

“Okay, so, big diamond. Gold band. You could do more small diamonds around the big diamonds or…”

“Or?” Renge seemed to get excited.

“Some rubies for a pop of color?” Asuka suggested as she turned the notebook around to face Renge. Important note, this was not her usual notebook. No, she’d decided to leave that one at home for however long Renge was here reigning terror.

Renge squealed in delight.

“Oh perfect! It reminds me of that time I gave him a scarf! It was such a cold day-“

Renge’s tangent began to fall on deaf ears. Asuka glanced across the room, Tamaki seemed to be really getting into it. The twins as well, seemed that they were usually up for anything. Haninozuka and Morinozuka seemed reasonably uncomfortable with whatever lines they were rehearsing, while Fujioka stood idly by Kyouya— who had clearly given up on all of this and instead turned to his own notebook.

“Alright, well!” Asuka exclaimed suddenly, cutting Renge off, “I really ought to get to ordering the materials for these rings since you want them expedited. You know how it is.” She shot Renge one of her very own fake smiles as she took back her notebook and shut it.

“Of course!” At the sound of the rings being made, Renge seemed to lose any anger she might’ve had over being cut off, “I’ll give you a free copy of our movie as a token of my thanks for getting everything done so fast!”

“Gee! Thanks!” Asuka stood, “Goodbye now!”

With that, she once again rushed towards the door.

“What the hell was it called…” Asuka’s finger tapped the table relentlessly.

“Can you give me some details?” Mayu asked from next to her.

They sat in Ouran’s computer lab. It was a recent addition, she’d found out after finding it but not seeing it on a map of the school. But it made sense, Ouran was meant to have all the best facilities for its students— so of course it would have some brand new computers too. Even if students seldom came down here.

“Uhg… it was something really otaku-ish. Like…Yuki Doki?”

“Uki Doki Memorial?”

Asuka quickly typed the words into the search bar and sure enough, a dating sim popped up. Though the look of the characters only questionably looked like the rest of the guys, Kyouya definitely looked quite recognizably like one of the dateable characters.

“Huh. If she already had a few screws loose it’s no wonder she got confused.” Asuka thought aloud to herself before snapping over to look at Mayu, “Wait. How did you know that?”

Mayu looked sheepish for a moment, “I like to play dating sims, okay? They’re just nice sometimes. Maybe you should try one.”

“Like this one?” Asuka asked incredulously.

“God no.” Mayu laughed, “Uki Doki Memorial is awful. The character archetypes are so bland and yet so over the top at the same time. You feel like you’re talking to cardboard half the time.”

Asuka snorted and then looked back to the computer, adding the word ‘plot’ after her initial search of Uki Doki Memorial. She quickly found a forum that offered a decently plot summary and hmm’d to herself, leaning back in her chair.

“It’s just like I thought.” She whipped out her phone.

“What?”

Asuka Kaneko

Renge is making you guys reenact Uki Doki Memorial’s plot line, btw. Ouran Host Club copyright scandal?? :-(

She added the last part facetiously, hoping that it might buy even an exhale from Kyouya— but who knew. With how wacky Renge was, it very well could become an issue.

“Oh my god- what!? Spill! Who are you texting about Uki Doki Memorial!?” Mayu suddenly leaned over and grabbed her phone.

“Hey!”

“From Kyouya Ootori: Figures. Thanks. I’ve got it under control. Meet me at the school at noon on Saturday.” Mayu gasped incredulously, holding Asuka’s phone close to her chest as she reached out to try and swipe it from her, “Asuka! Secret rendezvous?!”

“It’s not like that!” Asuka shot back, making another attempt at her phone.

“You’re meeting up with Kyouya Ootori in secret on a weekend after having many strange encounters that you mysteriously won’t tell me about and you want me to believe it’s ‘not like that’” Mayu put up air quotes, at which point Asuka was able to snatch her phone back.

“It’s not.” Asuka reasserted, “We’re working together on something.”

“What did you even text him about before? You just wanted to tell him he looked like this guy?” Mayu jabbed a finger at the screen that still displayed Uki Doki Memorial, “Oh my god! Did you want to play Uki Doki Memorial because Kyouya looks like him!?”

“No! Mayu!” Asuka clacked her phone shut and tossed it onto the table, grabbing her friend’s arm and tugging her closer, “No. No. No. One million times no.”

Mayu looked at her suspiciously. Asuka sighed and let go, leaning back in her chair again.

“You remember the kind of crazy girl that showed up at the end of the Host Club session yesterday?” Asuka asked.

“Yeah.” Mayu responded, wide eyed in wonder as her friend seemed to finally share some information with her.

“Well, she came in and pretty loudly declared that Kyouya was her long lost love and that they were engaged.” Mayu gasped appropriately, “But she let it slip that she was obsessed with this dating sim and this guy-“ now it was her turn to jab a finger at the screen, “-so we figured she deluded herself into thinking she was engaged to Kyouya.”

“Okay…” Mayu trailed off, “But why-“

“I’m not even done yet.” Asuka cut her off, “I got in trouble with her because I laughed when she called Kyouya her Prince Charming, so I got sucked into their weird after club meeting by her. Just when I’m about to leave, she suddenly declares that she knows I’m a Kaneko and I’m now in charge of making her and Kyouya’s wedding rings.”

Mayu giggles, but stays silent.

“Today I go in to, I don’t know, pretend I’m designing their wedding rings— and she’s got all of them running lines. She’s like, completely overhauled the club, given them all new personalities and whatever. While I was working with her, I realized that there was no way she came up with all this overnight and managed to come in with that much energy this morning. So I decided to look up the Uki Doki Memorial plot and…” Asuka ends her tale by gesturing to the screen once more.

“She’s using the Host Club to recreate Uki Doki Memorial?” Mayu concludes in amazement, “Wow. She does sound nuts.”

“I know.” Asuka nods confidently.

“So you were texting Kyouya to tell him what you found out?”

“Precisely.”

Mayu sits back and thinks for a moment.

“But why do you care?”

“What?”

“I mean all you had to do was leave. You could’ve even said no to Renge asking you to design the rings. You’re just a customer, it’s none of your business.”

Asuka sighs. Mayu can be mighty observant, sometimes she forgets that. And now wasn’t really the appropriate point to tell her she’d actually entered a business contract with Kyouya Ootori— she wasn’t sure her friend would be able to keep quiet about that one.

“Listen. I can’t tell you a lot, but I can tell you that I’m less of a customer and more of uhh… glorified set dressing.” She cringes inside as she uses the phrase again. At least it seemed a fine enough excuse.

Mayu didn’t laugh like she’d expected. Instead, her friend looked a little sad.

“What?” Asuka asked, “Is this another ‘I have no girlish whimsy’ thing?”

“No.” Mayu responds, “I just wish you would tell me things instead of hiding them from me.”

Ouch. Asuka reached out and grabbed Mayu by the hands.

“Mayu, I promise you that the only reason I’m not telling you is because I literally can’t.” Mayu looked up at her, “As soon as I can tell you what’s going on, you will be the first to know. I promise.” Asuka let go of her hands and held up a pinky. Mayu scrutinized it.

“If I’m to accept this pinky promise, I have a few rules.” Mayu responds haughtily.

Asuka rolls her eyes playfully, “Alright. Let’s hear it.”

“Until you tell me what you’re up to, I’m allowed to speculate on what you’re doing allll I want and you can’t get mad at me for it.” Mayu smirks.

“Seems simple enough.” Asuka shrugs.

Mayu quickly reaches out with her own pinky and confirms the swear before standing and slinging her bag over her shoulder in record speed.

“I think you’re actually in an arranged marriage with Kyouya Ootori and you aren’t allowed to tell anyone until you’ve signed the papers!” She exclaims before dashing away to the door of the computer lab.

“What!?” Asuka cries out, scrambling to log out and grab her own bag and stand, dashing over to try and catch up to Mayu.

Mayu laughs at her and slips out the door, leaving Asuka to chase after her— doing their best not to slip on the tile floors.

#sinclines writing #girlish whimsy #ohshc #ouran high school host club #oc x canon #ohshc oc #kyoya ootori #kyouya ootori #ohshc fanfic

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choices-of-a-host · 1 year

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"Sakurazuka-san, I have a question?"

The girl glanced up from her tea, her pretty brown hair bouncing as she did. "Of course Haruhi, what do you need to know?"

"Well I was wondering what you do when not in class or here?"

Her eyes went wide, clearly amazed that Haruhi was asking about her private life. The other two clung to her arms and squealed with delight. "Well, well I…" she was a little red, it was adorable, "I like flower arranging, so when there's no club to visit, I enjoy going around the grounds and picking flowers."

Haruhi couldn't help but smile, "well it's a fitting hobby. I mean, you're a lovely flower yourself."

Ugh. Cringe, Haruhi hated when she came up with lines like that. She sounded like Tamaki, it felt gross.

The girls seemed to like it though, they were squealing and swooning and poor Sakurakuza looked like she was about to faint.

#choices of a host

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nekorenge · 10 months

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Some days later, the shining sun dawned on a new day at the Host Club- on a “Fantasy”-themed day, it seemed. The elaborate costumes of the Hosts were within minutes proving entertaining to the starry-eyed guests. Renge spread a stack of her self-made Host Club fanzines out on a back table for the guests, a watchful eye over the club as she did so.

Haruhi clunked over to where some of the Hosts had gathered in the center of the club room, stiff in her movements, a grimace on her face.

“I really have to wear this?” She gestured towards her costume, a suit of silver armor that was slightly too big for her and a red cape at her back. Haruhi was the stereotypical “knight in shining armor”, for her “damsel in distress”-

“Haru-chan!!” Honey-senpai bounded towards her- a blur of copious pink fabric, flowers, and shining golden curls- and upon reaching her, he hugged her armor plated torso tightly. “My hero!” He grinned cheekily up at her. He was playing up the part, never one to mind what he was dressed as, as long as it conformed to his cutesy aesthetic and allowed him to continue to eat cake and sweets. His long golden ringlet-curled wig was reused from a previous costumed event. His glimmering tiara and layered pink gown, however, were freshly purchased.

“Ow, lighten up a little, Senpai, the costume’s digging into my waist now.” Haruhi chuckled, her nose wrinkling.

“Mitsukuni.” In a flash, Mori-senpai was there, and Honey-senpai had been removed from Haruhi with ease, held in his arms instead. Mori’s stoic face was today offset by the cartoonish onesie he had been goaded into under the prospect of matching with Honey-senpai. Mori, the ‘dragon’, was green with purple accents and sported a small set of wings and a tail. Honey-senpai squirmed in Mori’s hold, arms flailing out reaching to Haruhi as he called for his “hero” to “save him”.

The regulars that had already filtered in squealed at the sight of the two, erupting in a chorus of “So cute!”. Renge had perked up at the back table, her hands on her cheeks in delight as she watched. It was all just so moe.

Tamaki, decked in regal white and scarlet, huffed, adjusted his crown, and muttered with a hand discreetly covering his mouth. “I still don’t get why we made Haruhi the knight and Honey-senpai the princess… Haruhi would have looked so cute as the princess!”

Kyoya responded deadpan, eyes buried in his usual clipboard. “You can’t argue with results. The dragon-princess duo is already a big hit.”

“And what are you supposed to be?” The twins slid in, side-eyeing Kyoya curiously.

Kyoya adjusted his glasses. He was clothed in all royal purple with a shining golden crown on his head and a trailing velvet cape. Most uniquely, his costume seemed to include an elegant long dress skirt that hung down from his waist sleekly rather than jutting outwards with poofy layering like Honey-senpai’s.

Tamaki slung an arm around Kyoya’s reluctant shoulder, a wide grin on his face. “Kyoya is the Queen that rules over this Club at my side!” He puffed out his chest in dramatic pride.

“Honored, truly.” Kyoya replied dryly without even looking up.

“A classic ‘evil queen’, huh...” Hikaru and Kaoru smirked. Hikaru tipped the wide brim of his hat in flair. He had his back leaning up against the wall, looking all too natural in his fantasy costume, Kaoru mirroring this. Kyoya was unphased beyond a pointed look in the twins’ direction.

The twins were dressed in wizard’s hats and draped in blue cloaks, with regal costume beneath. Hikaru whisked his hand underneath the cloak, its material flipping outwards to showcase the interior lining. His hand had returned with a prop crystalline ball, which he tossed upwards and then caught in repetition, still slouched against the wall of the club room. He and his brother stared out into the room for a moment, seemingly in thought as conversation continued around them. The usual white noise of giggles of guests and the clink of teacups filled the room.

Renge approached the group, hands folded on her hips. “No one’s said anything about my costume.”

“Yeah, because we didn’t even know you were dressed up.” The twins snarked. She huffed, but quickly brushed off the comment, too excited to explain the reference of her outfit.

“While it might be a modern setting, I think that the visual novel series I based my costume upon is the pinnacle of ‘fantasy’ in gaming. The character I am dressed as is a witch who gains her magic through her garden! The character interactions are really the highlight of the game and-“ Renge continued on, posing to show off her costume- really just a ponytail, her usual hairbow, a purple skirt, a green off-the-shoulder top and a dark blue-black shawl.

Suddenly a glint sparked in Hikaru’s eye, he caught the crystal ball in his hand and he grinned toothily, his gaze turning to meet Kaoru’s, whose smile quickly matched. Renge, along with the rest of the Hosts, could always readily recognize this expression on either of the twins as a sign of some kind of imminent trouble. Renge trailed off from her excited explanation.

“Magic… well that gives me an idea.”

#ohshc #ouran high school host club #renge houshakuji #fanfiction #ouran #ohshc fanfic #ao3 #haruhi fujioka #tamaki suoh #kyoya ootori #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #mitsukuni haninozuka #honey senpai #takashi morinozuka #nekorenge #fanfic #rises the moon fic

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passerine-writes · 6 months

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Silent Sparks - Volt 64

Warnings: Some fighting I guess? It's mostly a big therapy session with some fluff sprinkled in Word count: 6548

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts Bold - Writing

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Volt 63 | Volt 65

Another day passed by slowly, blending in with the others with the exception of detention. I was glad that I didn't have to sit in a room with Monoma anymore.

"Guys! I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused!" Midoriya yelled out as soon as he got in the classroom after his house arrest ended. I looked up at him from where I sat with Denki, Kiri, Mina, Jirou and Hanta, shocked at his loud apology.

"No sweat, Deku. Thanks for your hard work." Uraraka said, clearly trying to cheer him up.

"All he did was vacuum." Jirou piped in, and I tried so hard not to laugh.

"Honestly, it was a long time coming, it was dumb that you did it on campus though." I responded, my brother agreeing with me.

"Class Rep! Iida! I'm sorry I disappointed you!" He hollered, running up to Iida, clearly startling him.

"Right. Well, I'm glad you learned from your mistakes. Follow the rules from now on." He responded with a waver in his voice.

"I'll catch up on everything I fell behind on these past three days!" He yelled to himself.

"Izuku, c'mere real quick." He bolted over to me, clearly still running on adrenaline. I leaned forward and flicked him harshly in the forehead, watching him reboot. "There, now chill out. You've been out longer for being careless, you can make up three days easily." I told him calmly, waiting for his brain to slow down.

"Thanks, Onryo." He said in a more calm voice.

"Woah, we got a Midoriya whisperer." Jirou stated.

"It's what we get for knowing him for a few years, for some reason only the flicking works when I do it. Hitoshi has to poke him. Bakugou usually just explodes things. We all have a method." I simply explained. "Izuku, it's too early for this, at least wait to start yelling with excitement over school of all things until I've had at least half of my coffee." He nodded, a determined smile on his face as he turned to my brother.

"You okay?" Denki asked softly from beside me. I nodded and tried to rub my tired eyes.

"Yeah, don't know why I think coffee will help at this point, but oh well." I sighed and took a sip, humming in delight.

Onryo. Hitoshi signed towards me. Did you sleep at all last night?

Nope.

He sighed at my lackadaisical response.

"Time to take your seats everyone." Dad said as he slunk into to the room, effectively scaring everyone not seated. "Morning. Now that Midoriya is back, we'll go into more detail about what the work studies entail." I pursed my lips together, guilt still managing to crawl back into my system after the other night. "Go ahead and come in." He said and the door slid open to reveal the big three. "I'll have people who've experienced them firsthand explain. I suggest you listen carefully as they point out how work studies differ from internships. These three are third years at UA. They rank at the very top of our student body. You may know them as the 'Big Three'." I waved excitedly to the trio, Amijiki clearly uncomfortable with all the attention.

"Oh! Wow!" Mina squealed. Everyone else enamored with their presence outside of Hitoshi and I.

"They don't look all that special to me— except the girl, she's pretty hot." Denki said. My mood dropping significantly as I was reminded of where we stood. Dad and Hitoshi sending me solemn looks.

"Get to it. Introduce yourselves briefly." Dad chipped in. "Let's start with Amajiki."

Potatoes!

I saw him let out a nervous smile and slowly watched his social anxiety take over.

Do you want to sign and have one of us translate?

"His name is Amajiki Tamaki, his hero name is Suneater. His quirk is manifest, whatever he eats, he can make that part of the plant or animal origin apart of his body to use in combat." I quickly interpreted for him before he spun towards the wall, muttering something about potatoes and going home.

"Hi, my name is Hado Nejire. As Tsukare said, that's our kitten Amajiki, we keep telling him he needs to have the heart of a lion, not a kitten. I'm supposed to talk about work studies. You first years have a really exciting time ahead of you. Hey, wait, hold on. Why are you wearing a mask?" She asked as she got close to Shoji. "Is it cause you're feeling sick?"

"Nejire, breathe." I told her, stopping her series of questions before they could start.

"Tsukare! How could I forget to come say hi!" She squealed, coming over and encasing me in a hug, but all I felt were the restraints in Kamino, making my mind go blank. "Shinsou! You and your brother have grown so much!" She exclaimed, moving and pulling my brother into a hug. "We've known Tsukare and Shinsou since our first year, there were a few times that they didn't have school and couldn't be left home alone. Tsukare used to be shyer than Amajiki here but he's certainly come out of his shell!" Dad slowly grew irritated, using his quirk to scare Mirio into helping.

"Oh, there's no need for you to worry, Eraser Head. I'm up next and I'll get the audience refocused." Mirio stated, full of nervous confidence. "The future's gonna be...?" He called out, holding a hand to his ear. The class was silent, not knowing what to say. So I stood up, took out a hearing aid and jokingly offered it to him.

"Do you need better hearing? I can offer a bit of help." I stated blandly and watched as he stared, completely dumbfounded with my immediate comeback.

"Onryo. In your seat, now." I gave him a thumbs up and sat back down.

"Gonna be what?" Denki asked.

"Awful! That's your part, guys!" Mirio said with too much excitement. "Oh, crap. My call and response was a total fail." He said, laughing loudly to himself. "Okay, you guys look like you have no idea what's going on outside of Shinsou and Tsukare. I guess we are third years who just showed up in your classroom to explain a program that's completely voluntary. I can see how you'd be confused by that. Hm. You guys got your provisional licenses as first years, right? Huh! This batch of new students has proven to be pretty darn energetic. So the problem is, you must not have a sense of humor. That's why my joke didn't land."

"Rude." I joked back, earning a glance from him.

"Earlier didn't count, I'd say that was out of pocket, but it was out of ear!" I bit back my laugh at his dad joke.

"Don't do it." Amajiki stated duly.

"Heads up! The rad new plan is all you first years fight me at once." I slid down my seat until my head was almost completely hidden by the desk.

"He was right. The future is going to be awful. Everyone, save yourselves, we might not make it out of this alive." I mumbled in overdone despair.

"It can't be that hard, can it? It's twenty against one! We got this in the bag!" Denki said trying to cheer me up. I simply shook my head and chugged the rest of my coffee.

"I should've gotten some sleep last night, this is going to be torture."

"Well, if you want them to experience our experience, this is a pretty rational way of doing it then. Right Eraser Head? Rational." I groaned loudly, knowing what Dad's answer would be.

"Do whatever you want."

"At least make him wear his hero costume! I don't want to bleach my eyes today." Dad nodded and looked at Mirio, the blond caving in and heading out to change first.

The rest of us changed into our gym uniforms and met in the TDL. Everyone perturbed at the fact that Mirio, was in fact, serious about this.

"Mirio. You're impossible." Amajiki mumbled, forehead against the wall with his back to us. "It would have been simple enough for us to just tell them. 'This is what it's like, here's what we learned from it'. Not everyone has your level of drive. Plus, think about how bad it'll look if some of them can't recover after fighting you. No one wants to spend the next few years in a hospital bed." He drawled on, effectively scaring over half of my classmates.

"I bet he's just trying to psych us out. Right, Tsukabro?" Kiri asked, and I solemnly shook my head. I looked over and saw Nejire playing with Mina's horns, the girl clearly overstimulated as the third year droned on about something. I quickly ran over and grabbed Mina's hand.

"Hey, Nej, why don't you go see if Amajiki can picture people as different vegetables, see if a different one helps him more." She got excited about the idea and ran off. Mina immediately slipped under my arm and clung to my side. "You okay?" I asked softly, not wanting her even more overwhelmed. She nodded slightly and I left it at that, knowing she needed a break for a moment, so I rubbed her back with a bit of pressure behind it, watching her slowly loosen up.

"Here's the deal, I wanna go against Tsukare and Shinsou separate, they've already sparred with me before so I don't want any of you having an unfair advantage. So who's gonna start this party?" Mirio asked, Hitoshi and I backing up to stand next to our Dad. Todoroki joining us for some reason.

"View this as a learning experience. It's a good opportunity for you." Dad called out.

"Oh, the problem child!" Mirio called out to Midoriya, and I cursed myself for turning my attention to him. Hitoshi snickering beside me at my immediate acknowledgement to the name.

We watched as the class readied themselves, Midoriya taking a stance oddly similar to Bakugou.

It didn't take long for him to take out the long distance fighters, none of their attacks landing. He landed punch after punch like it wasn't a difficult task, knocking most of my peers in the ground in one fell swoop. Less than half the class remaining.

"Togata Mirio. In my opinion, he's the person who's closest to taking the spot of number one hero. That's including the pros." Dad stated lowly while we all watched, completely enamored.

"He got more than half of them in an instant. A student. But closer to being number one than most heroes." Todoroki muttered in disbelief.

"He's the real deal." I said back quietly.

"You're not gonna fight?" Dad asked him. "You must be interested in taking the top spot yourself."

"I didn't even get my provisional license, though." Todoroki rationed, baffling all of us.

In only a matter of seconds the rest of the class was down for the count.

"Alright, now I wanna see how Tsukare and Shinsou fair against me. It's been a while since we've sparred." Mirio called out to us.

I walked out, taking off my gym uniform top, revealing the white tank top I started wearing underneath. I took a deep breath and cracked my neck, shoulders and knuckles, starting to get serious.

Time to finally beat him?

My brother nodded in turn, both of us getting ready a little ways away from him. Mirio smirked and suddenly dipped into the ground.

"Shattering Waves!" I called out at full force, tearing up the ground and making some of the mountainous structures in front of us crumble. My brother and I moved to a different location, hoping to throw him off. He sprung up and almost lost his balance, missing us completely. He smirked, his game face coming on. Determination spilling out of him.

He quickly went under again, but this time, we were prepared. When he came up behind us and I sent a kick much like Midoriya, his counter attack never landed. Midair, my brother grabbed my hand and pulled me back to his side. I charged him head on, going right through his body before I was turned upside down, his hand catching my ankle. As he wound up for the punch, Hitoshi swept his feet out from under him, making both of us fall to the ground. His hand still held on as he permeated into the ground, only to shoot up out of the floor and fling me into the air. I managed to land on my feet, sliding to a stop. He went to send a punch to my brother, but I used Shattering Waves again, watching him crumple momentarily, giving Hitoshi enough time to escape.

"Give in, Mirio." Hitoshi commented, hoping the blond would respond. Instead he stood there analyzing us.

"Pinpoint Accuracy." I whispered, using my quirk on full blast on the remains of the rocky terrain. I kept a low hum until it finally gave way, boulders tumbling toward him. He slipped through the crust of the earth again, and we kept a watchful eye out, dodging each kick and punch he sent our way for several minutes until he finally landed one to each of us.

I clenched my stomach in pain, my breathing stopping from having the wind knocked out of me and when I looked up, I saw someone else. I quickly shut my eyes tight, telling myself that my mind was just playing tricks on me. I heard footsteps in front of me, but I didn't dare to look up.

"Onryo, we have to get back to our class." Hitoshi gently told me, the two of us finally moving to support each other. Denki caught me and Midoriya caught Hitoshi, the two of us panting after the swift hits to the gut. I rested against the blonds comfortable, warm body, nearly melting into his hold where I stood.

"Anyway, that's a taste of what it's like to fight me." Mirio said happily. "Tsukare, Shinsou, you both have improved a lot since last time! I'm proud to see it! So whaddya think? Isn't my quirk strong?" Many called out how it was too strong or it was unfair, Mina asking if he had two powers. "Nope. Just the one." He confirmed, baffling most who didn't know him until Nejire hopped in and announced it. Permeation. "Yup, I've got a sweet quirk that's called Permeation. What you guys thought of as a warp was, you guessed it, simply an alternative application of that power. I active my quirk in my entire body, then I can pass through anything I want, no sweat! Everything! That includes solid ground."

"So, that was you falling through the floor of the gym?" Uraraka asked, clearly intrigued.

"That's right, I went deep underground. And then, whenever I release my quirk while I'm falling, something super strange happens. Apparently, things with mass can't overlap. That's called physics! So, I get repelled upward!" I tuned out at the mention of physics, my brain fried for the day. I already knew all this from fighting him, he goes underground and he gets spit out by it. How he is in complete and utter silence and how many steps everything takes. And his ability to predict combat. "In our work studies, we're not treated as guests like in our internships. We're regarded as one of the sidekicks, or even as a pro! That can be super scary. Pros can get hurt. And sometimes they end up watching people die." I thought back to Dad and his work study. "But every scary and painful thing you go through is an important experience you can't get inside a classroom, even at UA. I transformed the experience I got in my work study into power. That's how I got the top spot! And... it's why I think they're worth it, even if you're scared. You with me, first years?"

"Holy shit, it's blond Izuku." I mumbled out, earning a laugh from Denki. Everyone else around us clapped and I sleepily joined in.

"Let's get back to class, now. Say 'thank you'." We all called out a cheerful thanks and started walking to the locker room. I changed into my uniform quickly, already feeling a few concerned gazes on my exposed back. "Onryo." Dad called me over and I sluggishly moved to the podium. "You're dismissed from class today. Go see the old lady." I sighed but obliged, grabbing my things and heading to her office.

"Oh, hello Tsukare, dear. It's been quite some time since I last saw you, your fathers said you were taking your time to acclimate. Is everything alright?" I nodded my head slowly and watched her look at me confused. "Onryo, take a seat on the cot. I'll be right with you." I nodded again and took my seat, feet swaying just above the ground as I fiddled my thumbs. She came back over with my medicinal cocktail and a small thing of water. "I'll be back with some food for you, then you and I are going to have a very overdue discussion." I grimaced but swallowed the pills in one go, staring at my feet like they were the most interesting thing in the world. She came back over with a protein bar, fruit snacks and a juice pouch before sitting herself beside me. "Now where have you been?"

"Avoiding my problems." She sighed and patted one of her tiny hands on mine.

"You know our routine. A few days of therapy after something traumatic, with two appointments a week until you're cleared for standard sessions. Care to explain?" I sniffled a bit at her caring tone, not understanding why after I avoided her for so long, she was still being so kind.

"I didn't want to talk about what happened. I knew you'd want me to talk about it and I'm not ready to. It hurts. It hurts all the time, Chiyo. I'm tired." She rubbed her thumb across the back of my hand and comforted me through the rollercoaster of emotions I had been trying so hard to hide. "Everything's gone downhill again, I feel like I'm back at square one. I've been getting nightmares and flashbacks, I'm barely sleeping. I don't have an appetite, I stopped taking my meds for a while. I- I relapsed, for the first time in years and the itch in the back of my brain just won't stop. I'm so angry and hurt, and I feel so lost and helpless. All the time. I just want it to stop." I choked out, biting back any sobs.

"Oh, Onryo. I wish you came to me sooner so I could've helped before you got to this point. It'll be okay again, you know what I think you need?" I looked down at her curiously. "I think you need to let out a good scream. It's a very productive exercise. So go to the sensory room and let it out, come back when you're ready." I sniffled but followed her directions. I used my pass, checked the room was clear before heading to the empty corner.

I let my mind feel my emotions and let out a scream from my core. It was loud and painful, a few of the lightbulbs shattered, the sound of a broken war cry that happens when you lost the battle came out of me. I screamed until I had nothing left in me, the air completely exiting my lungs. I took a few shuddering breaths and felt a small weight come off my shoulders. I wiped the tear that managed to escape before going back to her room, silently shutting it behind me.

"Feel a little better?" I nodded lightly and sat back down on the cot. "That's a good thing. Now, let's start with something easier, we won't go into Kamino until you're ready." I nodded and started telling her about Fumikoto and her visit.

The thoughts, the urges, the depression, and as soon as I was about to talk about Monoma, the blond bastard came waltzing in like he owned the place. I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to reign in my hectic emotions.

"What can I do for you, dear?" She asked him in her usual tone.

"Mr. Vlad told me to come here to get my wrist checked out. That dumb blond who thinks he runs the school might have sprained it." I sat there tensely, waiting for him to leave. She sighed but placed a kiss on his arm and sent him on his way with an energy gummy.

"Now, where were we?" I swallowed the lump in my throat and told her about what he said. "Now I regret using my quirk on him, I should've told him he hallucinated it." I let out a sad laugh but nodded. I told her everything about Takai, the adjustment, anything but Kamino. "Dear, you're grieving. Whatever happened in Kamino, you're grieving from it. It was traumatic, brutal, I read over your report from it so I'm simply waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to talk about it. But the guilt, the anger, the bargaining, the depression, is all apart of the grieving process. The last step you have to take is acceptance." I wiped the back of my hand across my eyes harshly.

"I've accepted it. It was my fault, if I wasn't here none of that would've happened." I bit out in desperation.

"Onryo, none of that was your fault. It won't get better until you accept that." I licked my lips and shook my head before she started writing in her little notepad. "I'm going to increase your antidepressants a bit, since you've been on the lowest dose for so long. Would you be up for trying sleeping meds again?" I rapidly shook my head.

"I'm not going on those again, they messed me up last time. They made me feel like I was out off my body and just floating in space. I can't do that again." I rushed out.

"Okay. However, I am making it mandatory that you take your medication here from now on. At least until I know you're in a better mental state." I slowly nodded, shame consuming me. "I'll talk to your parents and get it cleared later. But I want to talk to you about something I've noticed in the last few hours. You're acting like you did when you were first adopted. Quiet, severely obedient, cautious, whatever happened caused a major setback in your mental health." I sighed but nodded, quietly hanging my head.

"I'll be back for weekly sessions. But during our work studies I might not be able to." I explained lightly.

"That's perfectly fine. I'm going to send you back to the dorms now and make sure you get some sleep tonight." I nodded again, giving her a brief hug before leaving.

I walked back to the dorms early, classes still in session. So it was no surprise when Bakugou glared daggers at me as soon as I walked in.

"The fuck are you doing back so early, earbleed." He said in a tone so sharp it could've cut a mountain in half.

"Got sent back early by Recovery Girl." He huffed but kept quiet for a moment.

"Don't know how you deal with talking about shit, it's fucking annoying." I sat on the couch for a minute, Bakugou laying out on the other one.

"Therapy? I've been in it since I was adopted pretty much, so almost eight years now. I fucking hated it at first, but it helped. It also depends on who you're seeing." Bakugou sent his resting scowl my way.

"The fuck does that mean?" He asked in his normal snappy tone.

"If you don't like whoever you're seeing, it's not gonna work, it's just gonna be frustrating for both of you. Recovery Girl's my therapist, I like talking to her and have a good connection with her. So it's a good match." He grumbled something under his breath. "Look, you can be pissy towards me all you want, it really doesn't faze me at this point. But out of anyone in your life, I'm one of the few people that would understand exactly what you're going through without backing down when you get aggravated. And I won't get mushy or spread your personal shit, I won't pity you, you know I don't do that shit." He took a deep breath and clenched his hands together as he glared at me, but there was no fire behind it, it was just his resting glare. "Thought you would've been anti therapy for yourself." I commented, hearing him scoff.

"Court ordered cause of the divorce and shit." I hummed and slowly nodded my head.

"Makes sense, you must've gotten a judge or a law guardian that gave more than a rats ass." He let out a bitter laugh, purely sardonic.

"Yeah, that lady sure cares, the hag is trying to force me to choose my old hag in the split." I let out a sarcastic chuckle.

"Sounds like a piece of work, give her a run for a money." He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Something a lot of law guardians and social workers and whatnot don't realize is that the older we get, the more say we have in the matter. And if you don't like who's supposed to represent you, then you can tell whichever parent you wanna switch. My personal favorite route is giving them hell and making them wish they chose a different career." He looked ever so slightly confused, so I continued. "It's the only time I get to be vindictive to the system, so I act like a little shit. Whatever starts pissing them off, I do more. They get tired of having to look directly at me while they're speaking? My hearing aids are staying out. I'll be sarcastic, dry, snappy, whatever it is that irks them, I'll do it. But, if you really wanna freak 'em out, next time she tries pushing you to live with your mom, look her dead in the eye and say that you've been recording the whole time from your pocket and trying to persuade you is illegal, so she can either keep her opinions to herself from now on or get fired and potentially lose her license. Anything else you add on to solidify your point is just the icing on the cake." He had a devious smirk on his face as he looked at me.

"Who woulda known that you of all extras would pull shit like that." He stated, turning back to grin at the ceiling.

"Everyone has at least a little bit of violence in them. Shit, Hitoshi just got his first detention for breaking a kids nose." I laughed lightly, still not able to comprehend my brother being violent.

"No way Mind Fuck broke an extras nose." Bakugou let out a gut felt laugh, just as aggressive as him.

"Yeah, first day back to classes." He raised an eyebrow again and let out a huff.

"Can't believe I missed that." I laughed at his response and nodded.

"It was pretty great, wish I got it on video." I checked the time and sighed, knowing the class would be back soon. "Get ready to have your energy sucked from your soul, I'm sure everyone's still running on an adrenaline high from earlier. You missed getting to fight Mirio, part of UA's big three." He scowled at the ceiling, clearly perturbed at not being apart of that. "If it makes you feel any better, he kicked all of our asses." A ghost of a smile came on his face but it was quickly wiped off as soon as the front door swung open. Mina came bouncing in followed by most of everyone else. My brother walked over to me and handed me my homework for the day, along with a concerned look on his face. "Anything new today?"

"Not for English, but everything else, yes." I sighed but accepted my fate, grabbed my stuff and curled into a slight ball with my work on my lap. Denki hopped over the back of the couch and landed next to me, an arm resting over my shoulders with a bright smile on his face.

"Hey." I whispered to him, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Homework?" He asked softly and I lightly nodded. "Can we do it together?"

"Sure." I replied, lifting my head so he could lean forward and grab his things. His work resting on his legs while I moved my head back to his shoulder.

"Tsukababes! Can you help me too!?" Mina exclaimed, running around the couch in front of us.

"Too late, he's already helping me. You could always ask Yao-momo or Shinsou." Denki said somewhat jokingly. Mina huffed and pouted but ran over to Hitoshi. Denki pulled out a piece of loose leaf paper and started writing something before showing it to me.

Sorry if I was overstepping or anything, you just seemed kinda wiped after earlier. - D

I smiled softly and gently grabbed the paper.

No worries, I haven't really had a large social battery lately, so you weren't overstepping. - O

Okay, cool :) I just didn't wanna like, step on your toes or anything - D

I promise you didn't, if I didn't say anything then Hitoshi definitely would've - O

That seems a lot scarier, your brother has an intimidating resting face - D

I've learned how to read all of his minimal facial expressions, it's honestly a lot scarier when he smiles like our Dad, it's a near spitting image. - O

I don't wanna see that. Two Aizawa's? I think I might die or something, they would probably kill me. But how can you tell them apart? - D

Well, right now, that's his tuned out face. He's just kinda blank, wait for his eyebrows to pinch a bit and that means he's frustrated but doesn't want to show it. - O

He watched for a moment, clearly invested in the newfound knowledge.

Oh my gods, you called it. - D

I laughed slightly and watched as he tucked the paper into his folder before starting on his homework. I knocked my english work out first, helping Denki here and there before dragging through everything else, my brain just couldn't wrap around any of the words and numbers on the paper. Denki passed the paper from earlier back to me with something else written on it.

You okay? - D

Yeah, just kinda out of it - O

What's up? - D

Kind of a mentally taxing day and I can't wrap my mind around anything on the rest of my homework. I feel like someone just absorbed all my brain cells. - O

He looked at me confused as I looked over our shoulders slightly, angled towards my brother.

"Toshi! Gimme the braincell back! You got it all day, I need it right now!" He looked at me confused and buffered for a moment.

"I didn't have it at all today, so I'm keeping it. I'm tutoring." I paused for a moment before turning a little more.

"Midoriya Izuku! You stole the braincell today and now Hitoshi won't give it back!" I shouted a bit, feigning exasperation. He held his hands in surrender.

"I thought we agreed that I have it for two hours a day because of split custody!" I laughed lightly, trying and failing at keeping my composure.

"Just because I have special rights doesn't mean our brain cell gets to be tossed around! Hitoshi and I made it very clear that that wasn't allowed!" My brother snorted and quickly covered it up, stifling any of his laughter.

"Well I only had it for two hours! Maybe two and a half.. But that's because pick up and drop off was messed up without you there!" I ducked my head, laughing into the space between Denki and I.

"Don't blame me! Hitoshi was right behind you!" He paused for a second and looked to my brother.

"Well I didn't use it, I was checked out after we fought Mirio." He said and I paused, racking my brain for an answer.

"Then who did our braincell go to?" I asked lightly, suddenly very confused.

"Beats me. You were adopted first, you have sole custody of the brain cell." Hitoshi retorted.

"You're the oldest, I thought you had sole custody." He paused and turned to Izuku.

"Well, I can't argue with that. Maybe Pops and Dad took it too." I thought it over but shook my head.

"No, Dad and Pops have two brain cells, they don't need our shared one. Maybe Uncle Ecto borrowed it, I heard his classes are more hectic than normal this year." I suggested but Izuku was quick to shoot it down.

"No way, he'd have to have multiple with his quirk." He shot back.

"Would you idiots shut up already!" Bakugou called out before stomping away. All three of us started laughing and left it there for a while before I jumped up.

"Wait, I figured it out. Uncle Seki because his class is pure chaos." My brother pointed a pencil at me before tapping it to his temple. I laughed softly to myself before settling back into Denki's side, just in time for my hearing aids to die.

A shared braincell? - D

Perfect timing, my ears just checked out. Hitoshi and I started joking about it years ago because whenever I was doing great with school work, he'd usually be struggling and vice versa, plus a lot of our thoughts match up. In middle school we added Izuku to it because pf how well the three of us matched up and got along. We have mock custody battles sometimes, as you just witnessed - O

That's amazing - D

I like to think so, but that used the rest of my social battery so I'm debating if it was worth it or not - O

If you wanna head out to calm down you can, I don't mind - D

I'm okay, thank you though :) - O

You sure? I don't want you to overwhelm yourself or anything - D

Yeah I'm okay I erased what I started to write after, back tracking my thoughts I'll let you know if I start getting overstimulated or anything - O

What were you gonna say? - D

It's nothing - O

Come onnnn, please? - D

You don't really drain my social battery, it's rare that you do - O

I felt my blush spreading across my face and I was glad he couldn't easily see it.

I'm glad that I don't :) Doesn't mean I'll stop making sure you aren't too socially blah though - D

I nodded and blushed further when I felt the blond kiss my forehead, his body soon stiffening up.

Is everything okay? - O

Your brother is scary. - D

What'd he say? - O

He said that if he sees something like that happen again he'll make me regret touching you. Which I don't think is possible, but still, scary - D

I'm sorry, he's still a bit over protective at times. We're both the oldest and the youngest, so we flip back and forth - O

How's that even possible??? - D

He's older but I was adopted first, so even though he's physically older, I was the first kid in our family. - O

Huh, I didn't think about that - D

My mind started going in a different direction for a moment and my mood flipped drastically, plummeting exponentially at a sudden realization. Denki tapped my shoulder and pointed behind us, my brother staring at me confused.

What's wrong?

We didn't do my adoption party this year cause of what happened.

My brother's face dropped along with Midoriya's. The two looked at each other and back at me.

We can always do it another time to make up for it. Like a late birthday party.

What if it triggers me?

You won't know until you try. Plus, we can do a bigger one this year with our friends. Your friends want to know what's wrong if you're up for telling them.

I turned back around and rung my fingers in my hands, Denki gently pulling them apart before it escalated. Hanta walking around and crouching in front of us so I could read his lips easier.

"Do you wanna talk in my room?" I lightly nodded, knowing that if all of them knew something was up then they wouldn't let it go. So, Mina, Hitoshi, Izuku, Hanta, Kiri, Denki and I all went up to Hanta's room. I beelined for the hammock, Denki sitting right beside me and offering his hand to fidget with. My brother and Izuku sat on the floor across from us, Kiri in the desk chair with Mina and Hanta sitting on the bed. "What's going on, amigo?" I went to pull at my fingers but Denki redirected my relentless hands to his own.

"I realized earlier that my family and I missed my adoption party. It's.. really not that big of a deal." I tried to dismiss but nobody would let me.

"No, that's a really big deal, especially for us." I tugged on my bottom lip at Hitoshi's statement.

"Yeah, Tsukabro that's a huge deal!" Kiri exclaimed, Izuku nodding along with him.

"We still celebrate my moms. So, yeah, big deal." Hanta stated with wide eyes.

"Hold on, can someone explain what an adoption party is?" Mina asked with a raised hand.

"It's basically a day to celebrate when you were legally brought into the family." Midoriya summed up, everyone else nodding along with him.

"Yeah Tsukababes, that's like, a really huge deal!" She huffed out.

"I got to go to the last few ones that Hitoshi and Onryo had and it was fun, their family keeps it on the lower end for people who go but all of their Aunts and Uncles make it despite hero work and school activities!" Izuku exclaimed, stars practically in his eyes at the memory of all the pro's as a middle schooler.

"Yeah! We do my adoption party every year! It's basically the family birthday party and my birthday is my friend party if that makes sense." Kiri stated happily.

"Wait, why didn't you have one this year Tsukababes?" The girl asked innocently.

"It's August eleventh." I said quietly, watching everybody's faces fall at the realization. I was in Kamino being tortured. "I don't know if I even want a party this year for it after this year." I mumbled out, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Oh you're getting a party! I'll make sure of it!" Mina proclaimed, determination etched on her face. I let out a weak laugh but nodded, tuning out of the conversation while laying my head on Denki's shoulder, his arm moving to rest across my lower back. His legs slowly rocking us in the hammock until my eyes were too heavy to keep open any longer.

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theacepie-rate · 3 years

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Haruhi: Okay senpai, we came to Target to get some batteries, and that’s it, so don’t get distracted.

Tamaki: Got i- *gasp* Haruhi! They have a ✨bargain section✨

#Ouran #ouran high school host club #haruhi fujioka #tamaki suoh #tamaharu #ohshc #incorrect quotes #Tamaki: I wonder if they have the commoners coffee here #Haruhi: they do #Tamaki: *squeal of delight*#If someone drew this I would die of joy

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bakugoyelling · 3 years

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Quirky Curiosity

Tamaki Amajiki x Fem! Reader

Warnings: minors dni | 18+/smut [sex, tentacle sex, praise, creampie] and fluff ♡ All characters are written as adults

Word Count: 4.7 K

Tamaki will never forget the first time he saw you.

It was a hazy Monday morning, and as soon as he stepped through the doors of the Fat Gum Agency, his boss had called his name, waving him over so the two of you could introduce yourselves.

“Amajiki!, this is (y/n)! She’s the new receptionist. Say hello to her,” Fat Gum smiled, placing one of his large hands on Tamaki’s shoulder to gently nudge him towards you.

“Uh, hello…it’s nice to meet you.” With a shaky voice, and a slight nod of his head, the pro-hero greeted you. “I’m Amajiki Tamaki or…Suneater. But, you can call me whatever.” As he stumbled over his words, he tried his best to keep eye contact, feeling the tips of his ears grow warm when he saw you smile at him.

“Hello, It’s nice to meet you too.” you gave a light bow as you introduced yourself, catching the endearing expression on his face before Fat Gum stepped forward, apologizing before cutting in.

“Sorry to pull him away so soon, but it seems like Suneater and I have some business to take care of. We’ll see ya later! Have a great day!”

As Tamaki was halted away by the BMI hero — listening to him go on about a change-up in the day’s patrol routes, he couldn’t stop himself from turning around to sneak another glance at you. If you had caught him looking, he was sure it would have been embarrassing, but fortunately, you were distracted, organizing a folder full of paperwork that sat on your desk.

You were the prettiest girl he had ever laid his eyes on, and each day when he walked into work, your appearance and delightful greetings of, “Good morning, Suneater,” would never fail to make his face bloom with shyness.

He tried to deny his feelings at first, hoping that in doing so, he would begin to feel less nervous around you, but that proved to be more difficult than he thought. Because every time he would do so much as look at you — or even hear the muffled sound of your voice from down the hall, Tamaki felt as if he had just been shot with Cupid’s golden tipped arrow.

And some weeks later, following a night spent in his apartment with two of his closest friends — spurring him on with words of encouragement. Nejire and Mirio finally convinced him to go for it, to ask you out before someone else did.

He went to sleep anxious that night, tossing and turning as he thought about what to say to you the next day. He even practiced a few lines, repeating the words to himself as he pictured you standing before him, smiling as you accepted his invitation to a nearby cafe.

Eventually, when he felt as if he had done enough worrying, he slowly drifted off to sleep, only to wake up groaning to the sound of his alarm blaring in the morning.

“Ugh, great…” he wearily sighed as he got out of bed, slightly disappointed at the fact that he had not woken up cured of his anxieties.

Still, he knew that Mirio and Nejire would be incredibly disappointed in him if he didn’t go through, and he would not only be letting them down, but in the long run, he’d probably be letting himself down too.

So with his palms feeling clammy, Tamaki went on with his morning routine, trying his best not to focus on the daring act he had planned on doing when he walked into the agency that morning.

And yet, despite his nerves, he had done it.

Even when his voice shook, face growing warm with embarrassment as he spoke, he kept on and successfully asked you out for lunch.

With a glimmering smile, you accepted. Nodding your head while you silently squealed to yourself, excited that the charmingly cute pro-hero you had been crushing on had actually invited you out.

Initially, he felt like the date would end up as nothing but an awkward memory he would find himself looking back on one day, but he was wrong.

Lunch went on without a hitch. You were surprisingly easy to talk to, and after a while, he found himself growing comfortable around you, especially after he found out the two of you had quite a similar interest in hobbies.

Asking you out to lunch that day was one of the best choices he had ever made. It led to you and him turning it into a routine, and soon enough, you were calling the timid Suneater your boyfriend. With you in his life, Tamaki had never been happier.

And a year later, his love for you had only increased. He would do anything for you if it resulted in seeing you happy.

“You have such pretty hands Tama,” you compliment your boyfriend as you hold his hand in yours, running your thumb across his skin and up the length of his slim fingers.

“But, your cuticles are looking kind of dry,” you pout as you hold his hand. “You know, that’s how you get hangnails.” With a raised brow, you peer at him, expression playful while he looks at you in dismay.

Tamaki has a bad habit of picking at his nails and the skin surrounding them at times — especially when he is anxious. But over the past few months, you have been trying to help him break the habit; by keeping his skin moisturized and less tempting to pick.

“Well, can’t you like, fix them or something? With that flower oil stuff you use?”

“You mean cuticle oil?” you chuckle as you keep hold of your boyfriend's hand. “Yeah, that’ll help keep your hands looking nice and pretty. Wanna go get it for me?”

He stares at you, noticing the pleading look in your eyes as he sighs. “Yeah, I’ll go get it for you. Where is it?”

“Umm, It should be on the dresser. If not, then check the bedside drawer. I might have put it in there.”

Tamaki nods while he listens to your directions, remembering where to look before he sets off towards the bedroom.

Once in your room, he begins his search for the cuticle oil, eyeing the array of beauty products on your dresser only to find that the familiar flower oil you have used on him before is nowhere in sight. It seems like the next place to look should be the small drawer beside your bed. Although, if unable to find it, he'll just have to return to you empty-handed and ask you to find it instead.

“Let’s see…” he murmurs to himself as he pulls open the drawer, hoping to see the small bottle of oil sitting right where you said it would be, but instead, he sees nothing but floral washi tape and animal-themed stationery. He shuffles a few papers around, trying to see if maybe the cuticle oil has been buried beneath them, but it's to no avail.

Still, the depth of the drawer has yet to be explored, so he reaches a hand inside, moving it around until his fingers meet something else.

Thinking it could be the cuticle oil, he pulls the object out, only to regret his decision as soon as he realizes what he is holding.

There, in his hands, lay a slightly curved, crystalline pink dildo — in the ever familiar shape of a tentacle.

Oh, god.

Tamaki can already feel his entire face heating up the more he studies the intimate object. He should just put it back, shut the drawer, and pretend like he never found it. But he can’t because, in all honesty, he’s intrigued.

He ghosts his fingers down the length of the toy, observing the details in the design as he swallows. Perverse thoughts of you using the faux tentacle flashing through his mind.

You are aware of his quirk, right? He wonders as the image of you using the toy alternates into a more erotic fantasy.

Now, instead of picturing the stiff tentacle toy plunging in between your legs, he imagines what it might be like if, instead, the tentacle was real — an extension of himself stroking your insides, holding you down as you whimper out for more, more, more.

“Tamaki! Did you find—”

Cut off by a shocking gasp, his entire body begins to shake, eyes wide and unknowing of what to do with the sex toy that lay clutched in his hand as he frantically stumbles over his words.

“W-what are you? I thought maybe I- I didn’t mean to, I swear!”

He looks completely mortified, hastily placing the tentacle back into the drawer as he continues to panic.

You can practically feel the embarrassment wash over you, but no matter how flushed you are from the awkward situation. There’s still no way you feel as bad as he does. So, in an attempt to not make him feel any worse, you try your best to remain calm.

“It’s fine.” you close your eyes and breathe a deep sigh.

“But, look!” You gesture towards the drawer. “There’s that cuticle oil.” With a nervous chuckle, you grab the clear bottle from inside the drawer and turn to walk away, leaving the situation behind you without another word — hoping to have Tamaki follow.

He hadn't expected such a passive reaction from you; however, he's grateful. And eventually, after some deep breaths to calm himself, he makes his way back into the living room to sit down beside you. Where, with his hand placed in yours, you begin to apply the scented oil all around his cuticles.

As if nothing had ever happened.

Besides, he would have found out about that toy eventually. It just happened to be sooner rather than later.

For the rest of the day, the two of you don’t speak a word about Tamaki’s findings, and the night goes on well.

So well, that once in the bedroom, you end up seated in your boyfriend’s lap, teasing his lips with your tongue as the two of you topple over in a kiss, giggling as his hands hold on to your waist. You lean down to attack his neck, nibbling on his sensitive skin in an attempt to hear his sweet whimpers.

But Tamaki is holding back, and as much as he’s trying to hide it, you know something is on his mind — something is distracting him, you can tell.

“Are you alright, Tama?” you ask, looking down at your boyfriend as you prop yourself up. “Do you wanna go to sleep instead?”

“No. No, I'm not even that tired yet.” He shakes his head. “But, I…”

“What’s wrong?” you question him again, an expression of worry on your face as you notice a faint blush developing across his cheeks.

His hands begin to tremble — and you immediately notice, taking hold of them to help soothe him. Squeezing your hands, he looks up at you and nervously smiles. Contemplating if asking you his next question is even worth the potential embarrassment.

“When…” he looks to the side as his voice shakes. “When was the last time you used that...toy?”

A question like that is the last thing you expect, and your face heats up as you hesitate a response.

“Oh well, not that long ago." you peek over at him. "Maybe, last week when I was alone and, you know…” You trail on with a slight shrug of the shoulders.

The room stays silent before you continue.

“Why do you ask?" you swallow, keeping your eyes on him as he stares off to the side.

He grips your hands further, tightening his hold as he begins to speak, voice shaky but determined to ask if you would be willing to try the one thing he just can’t get off his mind tonight.

“Because I'm not trying to embarrass you but, I just, well…"

You can do this, Tamaki.

"What if I gave you the real thing?” He shuts his eyes, swallowing the lump in his throat as he mutters his potentially regrettable words.

Yet again, another unexpected question catches you off guard, but this time instead of your face, it is your core that pulses with warmth. Filling your entire body with a sensual desire as you let out a faint whimper.

Your lack of response makes him anxious, but when he opens his eyes and peeks up at you, seeing you light up in excitement as you nod your head in agreement. He lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

“Okay,” you hush. “Let’s try it out.”

“Really?” His wide-eyed gaze meets you as you bite your lip and smile, grinding against his lap before you begin to kiss, letting your actions speak for you.

Maybe stumbling across your little sex toy wasn't as bad as he made it out to be. Because truth be told, Tamaki has thought of using his quirk on you before, but he never wanted to bring it up because he was too afraid that you would be entirely grossed out by him, labeling him a weirdo for wanting to attempt such a thing.

But in reality, every time you use that tentacle dildo, your shy boyfriend is always the one you envision, using his quirk to manifest a pink wriggling tendril that has you creaming all over him.

The two of you had desires of the same thing all along and didn't even know it. Well, until now, that is.

Amid your handsy makeout session, you begin to undress each other, tossing your clothing towards the end of the bed until the two of you are left only in your underwear.

"Tamaki,” you say your lover’s name as you pull back from a kiss, feeling the length of his fingers that will soon be transformed into tentacles digging into the flesh of your ass. He looks towards you, a playful smirk gracing his lips as you struggle to keep your breathing steady.

“I’ve always been curious about the use of your quirk in the bedroom. And I know how it works but, have you even eaten anything to manifest tentacles right now?”

Your demeanor when you question him is all too cute. Your eyes filled with curiosity as you ask something that seems so innocent — you even appear to become shy for a second.

“Takoyaki is a pretty standard part of my diet, and I have the habit of eating it even if I don't plan on using my quirk. So, I may have snuck a few into my system earlier.”

So, he planned ahead?

“Well, then, it sounds like someone was prepared for tonight,” you tease, grinding on your boyfriend’s lap as you kiss his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin upon your lips.

His eyes flutter at the contact, gasping as his fingers slip into your panties. “Yeah, well… it feels like you’re pretty prepared too,” he slides his fingers past your folds, feeling the sticky slick gathered at your entrance.

“You’re all nice and wet for me,” he mutters.

Your lips part as you pull back, trading in your kisses for a heavy whimper. Usually, Tamaki always has such a shy demeanor, but when just the two of you are together, half-naked and in the heat of the moment, it’s easier for him to become more daring with his words. Because with a sexy little minx of a girlfriend like you — pulling him into a state of pure lust — he just can't resist.

"Mmm, that's right, just for you, Tama. No one else, ever."

Who is he kidding? When you say things like that, you pull him into a state of pure love too. This man is infatuated with you.

His fingers continue stroking you, preparing you for what lay ahead until you're aching, humping his hand as your thighs squeeze together.

“How should we do this?” you whisper, removing your mouth from his skin; eyeing the purple marks you have suckled onto his broad chest.

“Uhh…” Tamaki swallows, unavoidable nerves returning as the two of you prepare to explore the use of his quirk for reasons other than hero work. “I can hold you… if you want? Just lay your back against my chest."

“Okay…” you hush, nodding your head as you shift, turning around to let yourself rest on the well-defined muscles of his upper body.

“Are you comfortable?” he slides his hands down to cup your breasts, brushing the tips of his fingers across your nipples, feeling the way they harden underneath his touch.

“Uh-huh,” you answer while peering up at him. “I love you.”

He smiles, stomach fluttering from the ethereal expression in your eyes. “I love you too. Are you ready?”

You give another nod, permitting him to continue as he tilts your chin and leans in for a kiss, holding you close as he begins to transform his fingers before you, turning his once skin-toned fingers in sleek, dark pink tentacles.

They slither across your skin, feeling you up until one, in particular, meets the waistband of your panties. Wrapping itself around the lacy material, it begins to tug, pulling at them until they drop down your thighs. With your help, Tamaki is able to remove them, tossing them off to the floor as your soaking center is exposed.

“Oh!” a breath hitches in your throat as you feel the tentacle slide across your slit. Prodding at your entrance before another wraps around your thigh, spreading your legs.

You have to admit, the feeling of tentacles sliding around your body is a bit strange, and for a moment, you question why something that others may find so odd has the ability to turn you on like this. But then you remember, it’s not just the tentacles. It’s also the person that they’re attached to that has you feeling this way.

“You okay?” Tamaki mutters, slowing down his movements to check up on you.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Keep going."

"Just tell me if you want to stop, alright?" He places a gentle kiss on your temple before he continues. Watching the way your body reacts as he begins to move his tentacled fingers around you once again.

They're long and flexible, with little suction cups decorating them that stick to your skin, stimulating every place they can reach. It takes a while to get used to them but Tamaki gives you time. Slowly exploring your body and wrapping the thin-tipped appendages around your hardening nipples until your chest is heaving.

With the added stimulation, your hips begin to move, core clenching as you grow hot with need, inner thighs clinging together with slickness.

Once satisfied with your pleading moans, Tamaki gives your breasts one final squeeze before he glides a single tentacle down to your clit, circling it with the gentlest of touches as he coos sweet phrases into your ear.

"You look so beautiful like this."

His voice is soft, matching his movements as he continues to praise you.

"So sexy too, letting me do as I please with this pretty pussy,"

He adds a bit of pressure.

"Pretty little pussy that only I get to fuck."

With those words, he eases the slick tendril within you, relishing in your cries of pleasure as you take every inch. It's like nothing you've ever felt before, and he stills for a moment, letting you adjust to the girth before he begins to move, sliding the pink tentacle in and out of your squelching cunt with ease.

"Oh, my god!” you gasp, brows furrowing.

“Tamaki, please... fuck me harder.”

Your legs spread further, and with your boyfriend’s hand on one of your thighs, he firmly holds you in place, increasing his speed as he fucks you, curling the tip of his tentacle to hit your g-spot with each thrust. Your moans become non-stop, circling your hips as you watch yourself get fucked, cursing when you notice the appendage within you pull out halfway, coated in a sheen of white.

“Yeah, you’re taking it so well...huh,” He breathes — without a sole pause in his motions.

“How does it feel? Does it feel good?”

“Yes, yes, feels so fuckin' good!” you whine, high-pitched squeaks slipping past your lips as another tentacle finds your clit, suction-cupped tip curling around the sensitive nub until you can feel yourself pulsing from each suckle. It feels better than you ever imagined, like pure sexual bliss, warmth filling you from your head to your toes as your walls begin clamping down on the appendage within you.

With a crushing kiss, he swallows up your moans as you throw your head back against him. White-hot pleasure coursing through and filling your body with an earth stuttering sensation that has your hands gripping onto his forearms, babbling out a string of obscenities as you cum.

Your trembling body and keening cries have your boyfriend entranced, dick throbbing as he watches you come undone. Achingly hard to have your sloppy hole swallowing him up as he fills you with his seed.

Because while the tentacles must have felt good for you, for Tamaki, nothing can compare to the feeling of him inside of you. Your body moving against his while he grabs you by the hips, burying his length within your warm walls that pull him in as you beg for more.

“You look so pretty when you cum,” he whispers, lips brushing against your slick skin as you come down from your high.

“And you made such a mess of these tentacles didn't you?" He stares down as he pulls the appendages from you, eyeing the way they glisten with your arousal as he slowly transforms them back to his regular fingers.

“But, now I wanna feel you… feel you all over my cock now.” Tamaki trails a hand up your body, grabbing at your tits before he gently wraps his fingers around your neck — being sure not to add any unnecessary pressure as he asks for your approval to continue.

"Can you do that for me?"

“Of course,” You hush, ardently nodding your head, prepared to be stuffed full yet again.

"Perfect...get on your back for me then." Your boyfriend eases his body out from under you as you slip away to lie beside him instead. With your legs bent at the knee, he removes his underwear to reveal his stiff erection. Flushed tip glistening with pre-cum as it slaps against his lower abs.

His toned, sweat-slicked muscles flex as he strokes himself, gazing down at your body while he adjusts his legs to sit before you.

“God damn, you are so fucking beautiful." Words of admiration flow from his lips like honey, causing your knees to grow weak as you spread your legs even further, sweet cunt now in full view while you giggle.

"Really?" you speak low as you bite your lip, brushing the tips of your fingers across your stomach.

“Yeah, really. Sometimes, I can't even believe you're all mine.” The apples of his cheeks bloom as he gives you a timid smirk, sitting back on his knees while he grabs you by the hips.

“Sorry, I just can't resist.”

Only Tamaki would apologize before lifting your lower body until it meets his mouth, flattening his tongue as he licks from your hole to your clit, humming from your heavenly taste. His impromptu actions have you dizzy, thighs closing around his head as you tug on his dark hair.

“Tama! I can't…” you hiss, pushing him away as you try your best to keep from reaching your peak too soon.

Oh, right, there’s only so much you can take after your first orgasm, and as much as he enjoys lapping at your folds and eating you out, he only wants you cumming on his cock for your next one.

“Sorry,” he repeats an apology as he pulls back, nose nudging your clit while soft indigo locks tickle your smooth skin.

The two of you share a laugh as he sets you back down, allowing you a second to relax before he readjusts himself, sliding between your legs as the fingers on his left hand transform once again.

The sleek tentacles aid in holding you in place, legs bent at the knees and spread as Tamaki wraps a hand around his shaft, pumping his length from above. He lays a few smacks against your clit, swollen head hitting your tender nub as you jolt at the contact. Your chest heaving from the array of sensations on your body as he takes the opportunity to guide himself towards your entrance.

He pushes in slow, stretching you out until he is fully sheathed within you, muttering out a quiet curse as your heat envelops him.

“Oh…yes,” you whimper, eyes fluttering closed while he stays in place, letting you adjust before you shift your hips, signaling for him to move.

He starts at a languid pace, dragging along your walls until just the tip remains inside, placing a hand on your hip as your needy pussy pulls him in for more. Not ready to let go of him yet.

"Mmph feels too good. Love your cock more than anything." Your jaw goes slack, head tilting back in a moan as Tamaki plunges into you harsher this time, quickening the speed of his hips as he finds a rhythm.

With each push, the head of his cock hits the delectably sensitive spot inside of you that has your back arching. Body curling in sensual gratification as he grips your skin, holding you down while he guides his slick tentacles to wrap around your thigh and slither towards your supple tits.

He tries to hold back his moans, but the view of you lying beneath him —head thrown back while your hands grip the sheets, body wrapped in tentacles tightening around your waist — is more than enough to have him feeling shameless, depraved sounds of lust falling from his lips as he groans. Your voices mix, keening together as you work each other towards release.

While Tamaki continues to thrust, skin slapping against yours, he maintains control of his quirk and uses the appendages to his advantage. Trailing one down to your puffy clit, flicking the tip around the enlarged nub until, on the verge of another orgasm, your eyes begin to water.

You try to cry out his name — let him know how good everything feels, but every attempt results in a lecherous moan falling from your throat instead.

“F-fuck. M’gonna cum,” he warns, pushing into one final time before he snaps, stilling his hips as you begin to clench around him.

“Yes, ahh, such a good fucking pussy.”

In the end, his uncouth words are what finally push you past the edge. The tone of his voice sets a fire in the pit of your stomach as a flood of warmth fills your insides, toes curling as you drain him, squeezing around his thick shaft for every single drop of cum he has to offer.

He groans as you take it, hearts in his eyes as his entire being fills with a sense of pride. Knowing that it’s because of him, you look this way — body slick with sweat, and thighs still twitching until he pulls out, a droplet of white leaking from your pulsing cunt.

Eventually, after he has taken the time to admire you, Tamaki removes himself from between your legs, allowing them to finally close. Knees rubbing together as he drags his way up to kiss you, placing your hand on his jaw as you slip your tongue past his lips, deepening the kiss before he draws back.

"You know," you begin. "I've always thought your quirk was cool, but now I like it even more."

He chuckles as you gaze up at him, shaking his head at your suggestive comment. "You're too much sometimes..." he smiles as you join in on the laughter, watching the way the corners of your eyes crease before he turns to stand, grabbing your discarded clothes from the floor.

“By the way," you roll over to lay on your stomach. "Couldn’t you have just manifested a tentacle...down there or something?” You point your finger towards his lower body, smirking as you watch his eyes widen.

“I mean, I guess," he mutters, cheeks flushed as he stares down at himself — imagining the way a wriggling tentacle would look placed between his legs. "I... didn’t even think of that, honestly."

“It’s okay." your eyes trail a path down his body, biting your lip as they reach his sex.

"We can try that next time."

— please do not modify or repost my work

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A/N: I just can’t write Tamaki smut without mentioning that he is absolutely in love with the reader (/ω＼) I hope this was a good one! It took me so long to write, but I’m happy that I finally did it. If you enjoyed this piece, let me know. Positive comments keep me going!

#amajiki tamaki x reader #tamaki amajiki x reader #tamaki amajiki smut #tw tentacles #💗tamaki #☁️bnha #🌹spicy stuff #m.writes #mp

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giggly-squiggily · 2 years

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Heyo friend!! If you still have slots open you know I gotta officially indulge in my newfound love for Fire Force! I'd love to see either lee Shinra or lee Viktor (I recently learned I'd been spelling his name wrong, whoops)! Either one would honestly be amazing; I ended up loving both of them pretty much equally by the end! I can't wait to see what you come up with! Welcome back! ^^

Heyo friend! (I’m writing both arekdakrearkejk I can’t resist- so this is the first of two requests!) This is such perfect timing I'm not even gonna lie- the desire to write for lee!Viktor was strong! :3 I hope you like it!

“We know what you’re hiding Viktor. Tell us, now.” Shinra’s voice was laced with unreadable coldness, eyes narrowing as he slowly approached the nervous scientist.

Viktor felt his heart drop into his stomach, hands twitching as he slowly backed up in his wheely chair. “W-What? What are you talking about? I’ve already told you everything I know-”

“Silence villain!” Arthur cut him off, making him jump. “Don’t try to deceive the Knight King and His Devilous comrad!” beside them, Tamaki shot him a look, lightly wacking his arm with the back of her hand. “Erm…villain may have been a tad too strong of a word. My apologies.”

Still, Viktor felt his pulse race with anxiety, trying to think of everything he never told them. Did they find out about his research? What about his connections with Joker? Oh…oh god- was it that they still didn’t trust him because of his former ties to Hajima? He knew that would be an uphill climb to gain trust with that but still-

“Viktor…tell us now, where’s the ramen?”

……huh?

“The super special limited edition spicy ramen you always have for lunch!” Tamaki cried, cheeks puffing with determination. “We wanted to try some, but it’s nowhere to be found!”

“Tell us, old wizard, or we’ll be forced to perform interrogation!” Arthur declared, earning an eye roll from his friends. Well- it was better than “villain”.

“The spicy….what now?” Viktor was at a loss. He hadn’t realized they’d been paying attention to his eating habits. The fact was, he had no idea where the ramen cups came from. A bag of them would always be found on his desk back at his apartment with a note saying “Eat”, the only indication Joker had stopped by.

Of course, he couldn’t exactly say that to these three.

“I…erm, forgot.” Viktor offered, backing up when the three closed in, determined eyed and scary.

“Forgot, or won't tell us?” Shinra questioned.

“Spill the beans, Viktor.” Tamaki glowered.

“Or we’ll torture you!” Arthur finished.

“I….I don’t know! I swear- I just found them in my apartment-Whoa!” There was a scuffle and a crash. Before long, Shinra was sitting on him, his back pinned to the ground and eyes wide as Arthur and Tamaki got into position. “Wait! Shinra, Arthur, Tamaki! Let’s talk about this!”

“The time for talk is over!” Shinra declared, raising his hands and wiggling his fingers. “Prepare for Hero Shinra’s ultimate attack! Ready, guys?”

“Shinra- Shinra waiahahhahahahahahhahahait!” Viktor jerked with a yelp, twisting to and from, giggling helplessly beneath the self proclaimed hero. Shinra’s fingers danced along his ribs, tapping away at the bones and bringing out the nerdiest of giggles. “Hohohooohohohld ohohohoohohohon! Dohohohohonh’t! Ihihihiihihihm tihihiihihihicklish!”

“Oh, are you?” Shinra teased, delighted by the reaction he got. “Are you ticklish, hm? Is the great scientist Viktor ticklish? How about here? What about there?” He teased. He looked up at his companions, nodding. “Come on, tickle him!”

“Shihihihihiihihihn-ahahhhahahaha! Tahahahahhamakihihihihi!” The scientist all but squealed when the catgirl attacked, her knees gently pinning his hands above his head and her delicate nails tracing his ears and collarbone.

“Hm? What’s wrong? Does it tickle?” She gave his scalpe a quick ruffle, making him squeak. “I’ve never met someone with a ticklish scalp before! We should get one of those weird massage things to try!”

“Nohohohohohoho! Nohohohohohoho mahahhahahahsahhahhhahahge thihihihihihihngs! Gahhahahahahhaha Shihihihihihinra plehahhahahahhahahse!” Viktor cackled, feeling the other drill into his hips.

“Hm…nah! I like seeing you laugh!” Shinra grinned.

Behind him, Arthur sat on Viktor’s calves, debating on his plan of attack. “The old wizard is resistant. So it be, I shall get our answers!” He tossed away Viktor’s worn sneakers, fingers scribbling into the socked soles. “Take this! And this!” His other hand squeezed along Viktor’s knee, making the older man shriek.

“GUHUHUHUUHUHUHUHUHUHYS WHAHAHAHAHAHHAIT!” Viktor’s cheeks were redder than wine, his usually cooky smile wide and bright with mirth. All his squirming tossed his fluffy hair into his eyes, nearly blinding him through the mirthful tears. “OHOHOOHOHKAY! OHOOHOHOHKAY I GIHIHIHIIHIVE!”

Instantly the trio stopped, eyes bright with mischief as they watched Viktor catch his breath. “I’d knew you see it our way!” Tamaki teased, reaching out and gently brushing Viktor’s bangs out of his eyes.

“Yeah! So…” Shinra waited until the other was mostly composed. “Where’d you get the ramen?”

“Heh…hehe…I seehee you won't let this go…” Viktor smiled with a huff of laughter. “Fihine. I get it from a friend. I don’t know where he gets it, but he always brings me some whenever he drops by.” He closed his eyes as he took in a steady breath. “So there’s…the answer.”

“That’s it? Ahh!” Tamaki groaned lightly, pouting. Shinra laughed and scratched his neck.

“So the origin shall never be known. Pity.” Arthur sighed dramatically. “Sorry for the interrogation.”

“It’s fine…” Seeing their pouting faces, Viktor held up his hands. “Okay, tell you what? I have too much of it anyway. I’ll bring a few tomorrow so you guys can try some.” The three’s eyes lit up, pouts replaced with bright smiles immediately.

“Really? Thanks Viktor!”

“You're the greatest, old wizard!”

“Don’t call him that- but thank you Viktor!”

The scientist just shook his head as the three got off him, helping him to his feet before running off to do who knows what.

He really did like being here at Company 8.

I hope this was good!

#fire force #viktor licht #shinra kusakabe #arthur boyle #tamaki kotatsu #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #I'm still gonna make the Lee!shinra one #I already have an idea for him >:3 #I hope you like it!

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fanfic-chan · 3 years

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Ooh how about;

“Kid, stop being so hard on yourself, you did great out there!”

With Ler Fatgum and Lee Tamaki? 🥺💕

Ahhh! I loved this prompt so much! I'm really sorry it took so long to finish, but this one gave me the perfect opportunity to bring up the importance of setting boundaries as well as talk about the struggle of insecurities, which I relate to a lot sometimes, and I wanted to make it as perfect as possible. Anyways, I really hope you like it!^^

Cheer Up Suneater!

Ler: Dadgum

Lee: Amajiki

"Kid, stop being so hard on yourself, you did great out there!"

Taishiro sighed in fond exasperation when the teen just shrugged in response, shoulders hunched and face hidden beneath the hood of his costume.

The two of them had just made their way back to the agency after patrol after he and his shy intern had stopped a small group of villains from robbing a local convenience store. Tamaki had managed to capture two of the thugs all by himself while Fatgum had been busy with the leader, but one of them had managed to escape him, and the boy had been beating himself up over it ever since, even though the criminal had been recaptured again only fifteen minutes later anyway. He'd been trying to cheer the kid up ever since with little luck so far.

"Come on kiddo, I'm serious! It could have happened to anyone, and no one got hurt, so it's fine alright? You did your best and in the end that's all that matters. You still caught one of them, so give yourself some credit, okay?" He insisted, poking him in the side for emphasis when he didn't get a response.

"Eheheep! O-Okay!" The boy squeeked out, jolting a little. The BMI hero paused for a moment before grinning mischievously, an idea suddenly popping into his mind of how he could convince the kid to listen to him and get him to cheer up at the same time. "Tamaki? What was that?" He asked, almost casually, but with a slight undertone of playfulness that he knew the kid would pick up on.

Tamaki froze at his mentor's change in tone, hood slipping down to his shoulders as he whipped his head around to face him. Oh no. He knew that tone. "Uh, um, n-nohohothing?" He tried, taking a cautious step backwards, a wobbly nervous grin already beginning to take form on his face.

"Are you suuure~?" The pro continued his act, tapping his chin as if in deep thought, "Because it certainly didn't sound like nothing. In fact, I think that might have been a laugh, so tell me Suneater, what's so funny?" He asked, feigning ignorance even as he slowly brought his hands up to form two claws. Tamaki took this as his signal to run, and immediately booked it in the opposite direction of the hallway, his mentor in hot pursuit.

See, every so often, whenever he got into one of his 'moods' as Fatgum liked to call them, sometimes they would end up playing some sort of game together to help him out of his funk. One of these games was a slightly altered version of tag that Fatgum had come up with when they were discussing ways to help him with his anxiety. At the time, Tamaki had bashfully admitted that tickling was one the things he found to be affective, and that Mirio had started the technique back when they were little kids, so, after a long talk about boundaries and setting up safewords, tickle tag was born. It was pretty much just normal tag really, the only real difference being that instead of being made the dreaded 'It' when Fat eventually caught him, instead he would-

"AIEEEEHEHE! W-Wait! Fat! Nohoho!" He cried out in surprise when he was suddenly scooped up around his middle and held against the man's chest, already giggling in anticipation of what he knew to be the inevitable.

"Gotcha kiddo!" Taishiro stated triumphantly, unable to suppress a few of his own chuckles at the kid's frankly adorable attempts to curl into a ball. "Now, you still haven't answered my question, so tell me. What's. So. Funny?" With each word, he poked the kid lightly in the stomach, delighted in the joyful squeal that his usually quiet intern let out when he did so, and the young hero immediately started scrambling for an answer, stuttering perfusely and clearly flustered.

"You're gonna tic- t-tic-"

Now, Tamaki would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy this. He did. After all, being tickled was one of the few things that worked when it came to overriding his often crippling self depreciation spells. He knew that, Fat knew that, and he knew that Fat knew that. He also knew that he trusted his mentor to respect his boundaries, he wouldn't have told him about the technique in the first place if he didn't.

Even so, it didn't make it any less embarrassing when he was giggling like a little kid in his mentor's arms from something so childish, which is why he was currently struggling so much to spit it out already. But Fat was patient with him, as always, and eventually he did manage to answer, albeit very quietly.

"You're gonna… t-tickle me.."

"Hmm? What was that last part now? Speak up please Tamaki! I'm gonna what?"

Oh for the love of-

"TICKLE ME!"

"Oh! You want me to tickle you? Well ok then! If that's what you want!"

"What?! No wait! Fat! T-that's not what I- pfftahahaha! Eeep! Oh nohohohohoho!" Tamaki immediately burst into frantic giggles when the hero finally stopped teasing him and started to tickle him for real, skittering his fingertips up and down his sides lightly but effectively, while simultaneously keeping him in place by encompassing him in a firm yet gentle hug. The technique seemed to be working pretty well, and it didn't take long at all for the young hero to break.

"AHAhahahahah! Plehehease! STAHAHA- Stohohop it!" He begged frantically despite knowing it was pointless. He knew what he had to do to make him stop. The deal was that instead of using a codeword like 'red' or something similar to signal that he was really done, instead he had to say something nice about himself. Every. Single. Time. He hated it, but that was the agreement they'd come up with, and he had to admit it was pretty affective for the most part. He always came out of these little cheer up sessions feeling just a bit more positive about himself than before. He didn't admit this though, obviously.

"OKAY! OKAHAHAY! I- Ihihi dihihid a goohood johohob!! I dihihihid! YOUHOU'RE RIGHT! I WAS WROHOHONG! NOW PLEHEHEASE!!" He relented after a few more minutes, gulping in mouthfuls of sweet, sweet oxygen as it all came to a stop, just like that.

"You good kiddo?" He heard Fatgum ask from behind him, arms still wrapped around his waist while he calmed down just to make sure he wouldn't collapse to the floor while he recovered. Tamaki nodded through his excess giggles, feeling much better now even though his face hurt from laughing and the embarrassing realization that he was no doubt blushing bright red. He pulled his hood back over his head at the thought, and his mentor chuckled as he carefully set him back on his feet.

"Alright alright! Let's go get something to eat and drink now yeah? I'm sure you're probably hungry after all that. And no more saying mean things to yourself, or else. Sound good?"

"Hehe, y-yeah. Sounds good."

His mentor really was the best.

#ler!fatgum #lee!amajiki #dadgum #platonic #sfw tickles #bnha+tickling #sfw

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prince-honeypaw · 2 years

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Hello! Would you be able to do more Cg fat gum with little Tamaki Hcs

♡ I certainly will! Got a little rushed at the end, but I'm still pleased with it!

♡ Usually after a tough week at the agency, it's only a matter of time before Tamaki slips. Usually, Taishiro can't get them more than a day or two to decompress and let Tamaki regress safely which is fine! He hates to be in the way, but when the opportunity to take a week off at the lake arises?

♡ He can't help but be a little excited! It's very easy to tell that he's excited because his tail starts to thump on the back of his seat like the beat of a little drum.

♡ It's a trip planned by the Nighteye agency to ease the stress in their young interns and sidekicks, whether that was in relation to the stress already on the teens or if he knew what was to come in their futures is still up in the air. But, Taishiro knows better than to look a gift horse in the mouth and it'll be nice to see how Eijirou interacts with his peers.

♡ The trip to the lake house was largely uneventful... save for Eijirou pointing out every cow they passed through the country and Tamaki crawling over laps to see the cows as if he'd never seen one in his life. His tail was wagging so much, Taishiro nearly feared he'd give someone blunt force trauma.

♡ Thankfully he didn't.

♡ Taishiro is the dad that is slathering his children in sunscreen and bug spray, like they are Slippery. Tamaki managed to avoid a lot of his mother-henning because he was just so slippery and wiggly, like an hissy little eel. Eijirou did not have this tactic and therefore was buttered like toast. ( Not to worry though, Tamaki was sufficiently lathered and did not suffer any sunburns! )

♡ While the intent had been to let Tamaki regress and watch how Eijirou interacted with his peers, only one of these happened. Mirio had brought his dog to the lake so the younger intern was gone as soon as Taishiro looked away for a second too long.

♡ Evaluation as a sidekick <<< Dogy..................

♡ At least he still had the baby. If he managed to lose two children in one fell swoop, Taishiro swore he would lay face first in the water. Send him out to sea, Sir.

♡ During Tamaki's little time, Taishiro will let Tamaki take the lead on what he wants to do, as long as it is within reason. Most of the time he just wants to explore, investigate, then get Very startled by his discoveries. This is the formula used when he leads Taishiro to a creek and finds a crawdad.

♡ Papa Tai had to be evil, cruel, AND mean by quickly taking said crawdad before Tamaki could eat it. Insulted baby! Insulted him! He hunted that down himself, how dare he.

♡ It's alright though, because Tamaki decides that he wants to play in water more than he wants to eat crawdads anyway!

♡ He's like a very tiny shark in the water, if sharks snuck up on their caregivers and splashed at them with all they are worth. And with how silly all the enrichment makes him, he is splash splash splashing! The only warning is his tail splash-whapping around in the water.

♡ Taishiro gets his revenge when he SCOOPS Tamaki up and hears the delighted squealing of a cheeky little water beast. It is time to toss the child.

♡ Tamaki loves being thrown into water like carrots being tossed in a stew. He is carrots.

♡ And yet, despite all the outdoor activities and enrichment he has received all day, when it's time to settle in for the night...

♡ The boy still has zoomies.

♡ He simply cannot be contained.

#sfw agere #bnha agere #Agere Tamaki #Agere Fatgum #Honey HCs

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athenasilver7 · 4 years

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Could do Ohshc x Host reader hcs?

Ooo! I never thought about that before! 💕✨💖💞 ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Note: mentions of jealousy and possessiveness

OHSHC(separately) x host GN Reader

💙 Hikaru 💙

You trying to make him jealous?

He knows that he hosts as well, and it’s literally what the whole club is about, but-

Listen… he’s an insecure guy.

What if you find one of the customers more attractive then him?

What if you decide to leave him?

There is one main way to get him to stop death glaring you and your customers… You walk up to him and start flirting with him instead.

That shuts him up real quick.

All the customers start fan-girling over the two of you.

💜 Kyoya 💜

He’s sometimes critical of your hosting abilities.

After club activities, he’ll tell what you can improve on.

It ends up coming back to bite him in the ass, though.

You get so good at hosting to the point where you almost have more customers than Tamaki.

You even hardly have time for him outside of the club.

One day, surprisingly enough, Kyoya offers you to join him on a vacation, “Y/N, this weekend, did you want to join me and my family? We’re going to visit Ireland.”

Unfortunately for him, you already have plans. “Oh! Sorry, can’t. Already have plans with Aki to go to France.”

You’ve just become too popular with everyone.

…He really played himself.

🧡 Kaoru 🧡

Ah, this is an interesting turn of events.

You originally joined the Host Club because Kaoru hardly had time for you.

But upon joining, you actually became a favourite to many of the customers.

Did he feel slightly possessive after this? Absolutely.

He offered you to come to his house several times, but you always seemed to have plans with someone else.

To say he got a taste of his own medicine is an understatement.

You didn’t even mean for things to turn out this way, it all just sort of happened.

💗 Honey 💗

He’s honestly ecstatic that you joined.

That is until you find yourself getting less and less time for him.

“Y/N-chan! Y/N-chan! You wanna come watch my kendo match later?”

“I would, but I already promised to visit someone’s private beach resort. Ah, um, maybe next time!” You reject his offer.

This is no longer fun.

At one point, he literally just clung to you the whole day.

“Mitsukuni, you have guests.”

He’ll let out a little grumble and bury his face further into your outfit.

The girls’ reassure you, “It’s fine, Y/N!” One of the girls nod in agreement, “Yeah! Besides.... Honey-senpai is suuuuper cute right now!!” They all nod enthusiastically, “I didn’t know he could get like this!” They’ll all squeal in delight.

🤍 Tamaki 🤍

W-wait, wait, wait..... WHAT?!?!

Since when did you decide to start hosting?!

Ooo, let him teach you everything he knows!

It’s all fun in games until even guys start showing up to see you.

Tamaki will stare at you interacting with your current customers. All smiles and giggle and… a-and flirting.

“K-Kyoya-” Before Tamaki can continue, Kyoya cuts him off, “I don’t see a problem with it.”

Tamaki sulks for about a week or so.

“Boss?” Hikaru asks. “Is everything okay?” Kaoru finishes.

Tamaki is staring down at his tea cup and mumbling to himself, “They’re taking Y/N away from me...”

The twins look at him uncertainly, “Right...”

❤️ Haruhi ❤️

Okay cool.

Just promise not to become as idiotic as the rest of the hosts’.

What’s this? One of the customers asked you on a date?

Surely you wouldn’t- ....You said yes?

“Yeah yeah! It’s like a friendly date! We’re going to go to a mall and cafe!” You explain enthusiastically, smile wide and eyes sparkly.

Haruhi blinks, “Oh... that’s awesome, Y/N.” Haruhi offers a strained smile.

BUT THE FRIENDLY DATES DIDN’T STOP THERE.

You found yourself going on them at least four times a week!

“Look at this picture I took! We went to an aquarium! You would’ve loved it, Haruhi!”

She honestly didn’t notice how lonely she is until you started to grow a bit of a distance between her.

She knows you’re not doing it on purpose, but still....

🖤 Mori 🖤

Oh. Interesting.

“Now I can be even closer to you, Takashi!” You smile broadly at him, your cheeks flushed.

He smiles and nods, “Hm.”

One day he’s coming back from a kendo match just to see you bombarded with customers.

You didn’t even mind all the attention, you had conversation flowing easily between all of you.

Honey notices his cousin’s far off look, “Takashi, you okay?”

Mori is silent for a moment as he looks over your way, observing. “…Yeah.”

He didn’t really mind at first, but then you started hanging out with more and more people outside of school hours.

He doesn’t mind that you’re socializing and such, however he does feel a tad lonesome.

At one point him and Honey run into you on the way to the club room.

Honey speaks up, “Hey, how about you two spend this time together?! I’m sure Kyo-chan won’t mind! I’ll take the blame!”

You blink curiously as your senior. “O-Oh! Are you sure, Honey-senpai?”

“Absolutely!” And with that… Honey is off, leaving you and Mori alone together.

May haps a part 2 is needed?👀

Update: almost a year later and here is part 2!

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uwuwriting · 4 years

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Maybe pregnant hcs for Todoroki, Iida, Shinsou and Amajiki???💓💓💓💓💓

-Ohoho!!!! This right here just melts my hurt. Even thinking about it makes me weak.Plus a little heads up, everyone is having daughters cause I’m weak to the knees with the thought of these four and their babygirls so be prepared. Hope I don’t disappoint.💖💖💖

*All characters are aged up so around the ages of 20-25 and up*

Todoroki Shouto

-You and Shouto have been together since your second year in UA.

-You got married when you both got well acquainted with the hero life and now live a happy , yet busy, life in an apartment near his mom’s house.

-We know that this boy would want his family to be close to him and the fact that you get along with everyone fills his heart with so much love.

-You two never really talked about children.

-Maybe a few suggestions of having a child in the future but nothing serious.

-Que the morning sickness.

-Shouto was really worried about you, I mean look at you.

-You’re emptying your guts in the toilet every single morning.

-You can’t eat most foods that you used to like and have a weird craving for tuna yogurt?!

-He doesn’t want to leave the house, he even convinced you to take some days off and try to relax.

-Give your body rest.

-He promised to get some days off himself to take care of you.

-You had your suspicions, tbh.

-You just didn’t tell him.

-Whether that was to not get his hopes up or to post pone the heartbreak you didn’t really know.

-So what if you were mildly panicking over the fact that the 5 pregnancy tests you just took were all positive.

-It was the first day of your mini ‘vacation’ and thankfully Shouto had been called in today.

-Because you’re panicking and legit losing your shit over this, you call....Rei.

-Okay maybe it wasn’t the best course of action considering you were on the verge of cardiac arrest, but what can you do.

-You asked her if she was home and if you could stop by.

-Of course she said yes, delighted to see you and mentioned that Fuyumi was also going to stop by in around an hour.

-You made your way to her house, arriving just as Fuyumi was pulling into the drive way.

-After greeting each other and going inside, you took your seats in the living room and waited for Rei to make some tea.

-Fuyumi was going on and on about what the kids at the kindergarten were doing and how cute some of them were being.

-Neither of the Todoroki women had missed your puffy eyes or how your smile would constantly waver, but they decided to let you tell them on your own accord.

-Once Rei joined you in the living room, they both turned to you.

- “So how have you been Y/n, dear?” Rei said watching you really closely.

-You looked down, feeling hot tears starting to form in your eyes and your throat tightening painfully.

-Fuyumi moved closer to you while Rei draped an arm around your shoulders which were shacking at the moment.

- “I-I’m p-pregnant.” it was barely a whisper, but they heard it alright.

-Mom mode activated 2x.

-They reassured you that everything was going to be fine and how lucky you are.

-They repeatedly said how excited Shouto will be and what of a push over of a dad he would become.

-After 4 long hours of baby talk, you returned home, collapsing on the sofa before passing out for a good 3 hour nap.

-When you woke up, Shouto was home and sitting next to you weaving his fingers absentmindedly through your hair.

- “Hey there sleepyhead.”

-How could his voice be so soft!?!?

-You buried your face into the blanket, which really confused him, I mean...what did he do?

- “We have a problem...” pause....awkward silence.... “I’m pregnant.”

-*Windows noises*

-After the mild stroke, he lifted you up so you were looking at him and just stared at you.

-Those seconds that he just looked at you felt like eternity.

-The torture ended however, when he lowered his head to your stomach and lifting your shirt, placed a small kiss right under your belly button.

- “Hey there, snowflake. Nice to meet you.”

-And with that, 9 exhausting months started full of mood swings, weird cravings, back rubs and a never ending list of baby names.

-You two learned you were having twins on your fifth appointment, but you decided to keep the gender a surprise.

-On a cold January night your two girls were brought into the world and it was one of the few times you had seen Endeavour and Natsuo in the same room bawling their eyes out.

-Your white haired baby was named Rei *after her grandmother* while your mixed red and h/c babygirl Ren.

-When Shouto held them for the first time, you thought he was going to have a mental breakdown.

-He’s a total push over and your girls are daddy’s girls to the core.

-He’s the best dad they could ask for.

Iida Tenya

-You and Tenya have been married for 6 years now and have been trying endlessly for a baby.

-You both agreed that you were ready for the responsibility and that having a little Tenya running around the house sounded like a great idea.

-Saying that you were exhausted form the attempts was an understatement.

-Tenya had incredible stamina and even more libido, so you can safely assume that during the week long process of baby making you couldn’t walk straight.

-However, your little shenanigans stopped when your doctor delivered you the news.

-You had been hit by a blood related quirk while dealing with a villain and had to get a check up afterwards.

-You were given a scolding the moment you saw your doctor because why aren’t you in desk duty you RASCAL!?

-You were confused beyond belief and it was written all over your face.

- “You don’t know do you?”

-Le sigh.

- “Mrs. Iida I’m happy to announce you that you’re expecting, so that means you are to be put in desk duty for the next 4 months or else I’m making sure you don’t leave the house for a good 9 months.”

-You. Were. Ecstatic.

-You ran to Tenya’s agency, bringing down the damned door to his office giving the man a heart attack.

- “Y/n what’s-”

- “I’M PREGNANT!”

-Que ecstatic air chopping.

-Tenya went into full dad mode during those 9 months.

-Buttt he’s also kinda nervous.

-Nervous like Tamaki in a crowd level nervous.

-You get the image.

-You have anything you want whenever you want it.

-The nursery is done the moment you find out you are having a gilr.

-Unlike Todoroki he isn’t patient enough to keep the gender a secret.

-When the day arrives, you’re just chilling outside with him when you nonchalantly blurt out ‘my waters broke’.

-....oh...oH.....OHSHIIIIIIIT.

- “WHY ARE YOU SO CALM?! GET UP! ARE YOU IN PAIN? CAN YOU WALK!?”

-This goes on until you are screaming and crushing his hand in the delivery room.

-Your little girl is born and she’s a carbon copy of Tenya.

-Same colored hair and eyes.

-The face structure looks like you.

-She has your nose and mouth, along with your eyebrows but apart from that she’s a mini genderbend Tenya.

-Because she was born early in the morning you decided to change her name and so little Asami Tenya was officially a part of this world.

-Tenya cried.

-You cried.

-Asami cried.

-You were one happy crying family.

Shinsou Hitoshi

-You and Hitoshi have been together for two years now, but you haven’t put a ring on it.

-Sure you live together and act like a married couple already but you’re not Mrs.Shinsou.....yet.

-You have been feeling strange for days now and your period was late which never happens.

-You are panicking but unlike Shouto you two aren’t married.

-He can leave with almost no complications.

-You were his girlfriend not his wife.

-The pregnancy tests you had taken were mocking you from the bathroom sink and your poor hormone ridden mind couldn’t handle the stress.

-You cried a river until you heard keys jiggling and HItoshi’s iconic ‘Kitten, I’m home!’

-You couldn’t face him like this.

-In a haste you shoved the tests into the laundry basket along with their packages and covered them with some sheets.

-Fixing your hair and washing your face, you straightened and walked out the door.

-After greeting Hitoshi with a kiss you calmly told him to go get ready while you made him something to eat.

-Your mind was running laps thinking how you could tell him or how you could solve your little problem as quietly as possible.

-That is until he walked in holding what seemed to be a box.

-A pregnancy test box.

-HOW CAN YOU BE BLIND?

- “Y/n, what’s this?”pause “Are you..?”

-Anddd more crying.

-You sobbed about how sorry you were and how you couldn’t explain how it happened.

-Both of you were so careful, how did this happen???

-After a good 15 minutes of you bawling your eyes out on the kitchen floor while Hitoshi was trying to calm you down, you finally stopped at the sound of his chuckle.

- “Well, damn kitten, your surprise definitely beat mine.”

-Then he pulled a small velvet box from his pocket and watched you closely.

-Now you are Mrs.Shinsou.

-These 9 months weren’t as bad as you would expect.

-Hitoshi was really good at giving you everything you wanted and during the whole pregnancy you didn’t lift a finger.

-One October night your waters broke and you found yourself in a long procedure of bringing your child into the world.

-Hitoshi was a wreck and had called Aizawa for emotional support who called Hizashi who called Midnight.

-Once you were finished, Hitoshi rushed into your room and found you utterly exhausted.

-He was the first to hold your baby and you have never seen him cry this much in your life.

- “Hello my little Kei.”

-Kei Shinsou was a happy little girl with an amazing father by her side.

Amajiki Tamaki

-Ah love.

-Something Tamaki found during high school and held onto it ever since.

-Now a well known pro hero, Suneater was more than happy with his life with you.

-He always wanted a little something more but never expressed it.

-He loved the idea of having a mini you running around the living room or waking him up in the morning with little squeals and kisses.

-He loved you to the moon and back, more than life itself but having a kid with you sparked a whole new sensation in him.

-So he tried to be sly about it.

-Forgetting the condoms or to pull out.

-You not being able to find your pills.

-A whole lot of fun.

-You were newly weds and your libidos were high af and with the prospect of children on the table Tamaki became 10x more driven and horny.

-So you weren’t all that surprised when your doctor gave you the news.

-You had gone for a plain old check up when he came into the room with a bright smile on his face and congratulations falling like a waterfall from his mouth.

-Once back home you put your plan in motion.

-You had a feeling Tamaki was trying to knock you up for some time now.

-He couldn’t forget to pull out every time like come on.

-But you were fine with it since you too wanted a kid with him.

-You just would’ve liked a little heads up first.

-You made your little bun and put it in the oven.

-And waited.

-Until finally Tamaki walked through the door, a smile gracing his features as he made his way to you.

- “Hey bunny.”

-Giving him a quick peck you told him to check the oven real quick to make sure the food was all good.

-He obliged, walking to the kitchen and seeing the sole bun sitting in the oven.

-He was beyond confused on why you would only make one bun in the oven and not more, I mean you are two peop- ohhhh.

-OH.

-He did it.

-He let the news settle in before going back to you.

- “Are you sure?” nod “100% sure?” another nod.

-At that he fell to his knees in front of you, attacking your stomach with kisses and I love yous.

-To whom they were directed you couldn’t actually tell but you were happy either way.

-Calls the baby butterfly.

-Makes the whole nursery along with Mirio who is ecstatic.

-Butterfly themed baby room.

-Expect many back and belly rubs along with Tamaki coming home early because Fatgum cannot allow him to stay at work when he’s preparing for a baby.

-When your waters break you are buying some onesies with small octopuses on them.

-You have never been taken to the hospital so fast in your whole hero career.

-After many painful and stressful hours, your baby girl is born and she’s stunning.

-She has Tama’s ears and hair but your eyes and nose.

-She’s a perfect mix.

-The Big 3 cry as a team.

-When she’s given to him, Tamaki just cry laughs at how gorgeous she’s.

-Many thank yous are exchanged.

- Cho Amajiki.

-Tamaki cannot stop repeating the name even after they have taken her away.

-He curls on the chair next to you, holding your hand the whole night, falling into a deep sleep, imaging his new life with his little butterfly.

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