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cripplingaddictions · 4 years

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Kaminari x Reader: Princess

Summary: When Class 1A has a campfire on night take the stress off the students, your boyfriend, Denki, neglects you. Your plan to gain his attention succeeds, but only because you are his truly princess.

Rating: SFW

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3k

A/N: I wrote this a while ago and I thought I’d give it a shot posting this...

Three frantic knocks in your front door to your dorm caused you to bound up from your seat at your desk. You stumbled to the door, hardly containing your excitement. In seconds, you had twisted open the door handle and swung the door into the room. The smile on your face grew more than tenfold as you met the bright starry yellow eyes of your boyfriend. Damn, did his eyes remind you of all the stars and suns combine into concentrated irises. His very own smile caused yours to grow, and to think he was yours took your breath away every time you saw him.

“Hey, Princess,” he smirked, his faint electrical freckles shining as his face shifted, “Are you ready to go?”

His hand stretched out for yours, exiting the pocket of his green-grey jeans (he’s wearing the outfit in the picture). Your grip tightened around his hand as soon and he took it from the door handle. Hand holding had to be one of your favourite things to do with him.

“I’ve been ready for ages, Denki,” you laughed, gesturing to yourself. The hair you had Momo neatly do up had small strands falling from the style, curling in small ringlets around your face. “My hair is falling out already. I’ll have to get Momo to redo it.”

“Nope,” Denki smiled, “I think it looks better like that anyway. But I’m sorry I took so long, Y/N. It took me a while to retune this bad boy.”

Denki’s free hand flew around behind him and smack the guitar in it’s black case hanging on his back. His talent playing the guitar was a large secret to everyone, including you. He hadn’t played it in ages, but brought it to the dorms as he thought he might pick it up again. However, with the stress of being a student at UA getting to him, the guitar sat in the back of his wardrobe, collecting dust. That was until the fateful day when Seri and Kirishima decided to try and prank him by hiding in his wardrobe and jumping out to scar him. However, Kirishima and Sero were so cramped inside that they ended up falling out of the doors, bringing down the cased guitar with them.

Those two had never seen Kaminari so angry in their lives. He thought they had broken the guitar that he held as a prized possession, even if he no longer knew how to play. Kirishima continued to hold it against him after he explained how he used to play but forgot due to school. So he spilled the tea to Jiro, who helped bring Kaminari back on track and retaught him how to play.

“Okay,” you sighed, “I’ll forgive you for that.”

Denki tilted his head towards the elevator, “Come on, we should probably head down there. Are you sure you will be warm enough?”

“Yep,” you stepped out of yours room, readjusting your grip in his hand and swinging your dorm door closed, “Well, if I do get cold, you can give me your jacket.”

Denki began leading you to the elevator, “Nope, not going to happen, Princess.”

“What, why? That’s what boyfriends do!” You reached out to press the level one button on the elevator and it arrived almost immediately after. Both of you entered the elevator and you rolled your eyes as the doors shut again.

“Y/N, I love you,” he grabbed both of your hands and turned your pouting face towards him, “but this is my favourite jacket. I’m not letting anyone take it. Tough love, baby.”

The furrow between your eyebrows grew tighter at his words, as you stuck your bottom lip out further. You knew what gets him. Denki couldn’t resist your pouty face as he could never stand seeing you be upset.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Denki mused, “We need to hurry to join the others.”

The two of you left the elevator, passing through the common room to the courtyard out the back of Hero’s Alliance. Soft chattering of familiar voices of your classmates came from the soft ambient glow from the campfire Momo thought would relax everyone after stressful schoolwork. Orange light flooded the courtyard, the fire flickering through shades of yellow, orange and red. Small embers drifted up in the cloud of smoke that dissipated once it reached a certain height. Chairs had been moved to circulate the campfire, littered with your classmates all eating or roasting marshmallows.

Denki stood next to the door, sashaying his hand through the doorway, “After you, Princess.”

“Why, thank you,” you mocked a bow, a small giggle escaping your lips as he followed behind you. The cold hit you immediately, but the radiance of the fire pulsed heat in your direction to make up for it.

“Hey!” A familiar head of red hair, not spiked up like usual, but a bandana wrapped around the flat hair, ran towards you, “Y/N, Kaminari! I roasted some marshmallows for you.”

From behind his back, he pulled out two marshmallows, speared through the middle. One was beautifully crisp and brown, the gooey inside tripped down the stick. The other held a charcoal black colour that cracked to display the gooey-ness on the inside. It was more of a liquid than a solid by the way it was roasted.

Kirishima handed the charcoal-like one to Denki and the nicely roasted one to you, “Just the way you guys like it.”

Your mouth dropped, “You like it that way? You monster.”

Denki simply shrugged, not offended by your comment. His hand that held your hand slipped out of your grip and around your shoulders as he gnawed down on the pitch black marshmallow. You lifted your eyes up to catch sight of his bright yellow orbs glistening in delight at his crusty treat - that should not be that crusty in your opinion. Even though his way of roasting marshmallows was completely wrong, you ignored it if only you could see the look in his eyes.

In record time, Denki had scuffed down the mallow and chucked the stick with small strings of marshmallow slipping down it into the fire. “Let’s sit, Princess.”

Using the arm around your shoulders to guide you, your boyfriend slipped around to the other side of the campfire. You took a seat on the log that had been rolled to act as a seat. To your left, you smiled at Mina, who lunged an arm around you and squeezed you into her side to great you. She quickly turned back to talk with Sero as your Pikachu of a boyfriend sat on your right. The guitar strap slid off his shoulder as he rested the guitar between you and him.

You sat with one of Denki’s hands on your knee as you completely devoured the marshmallow on your stick. Once you had finished, you chucked the barren stick into the campfire.

When Denki’s face - lit up with the orange glow of the fire - turned towards you with a smirk, a small amount of fear slipped into your mind. You knew that smirk too well.

“Hey, Princess,” Denki mused.

“Yeah..?” You answered, sceptical to answer.

“What do you call it when you murder one of your friends?”

“Why would I ever do that? We’re training to become heroes!”

“Just say “what”, Y/N.”

“Okay, fine... What do you call it?”

“Homie-cide! Get it? Homie? Homicide? Homie-cide?”

A really long exaggerated sigh stringed out of you mouth, but you couldn’t help let a small chuckle fall from your slightly blueing lips, “I hate you...”

“Don’t be like that!” His arm wrapped around your shoulders to pull you into a tight side hug. The smile on his face made you regret saying that as his contagious giggling erupted from his throat. “It was good, come on.”

Another sigh left your lips as you leaned up to kiss him on the temple, “I’ll give you that one. It did get me a little.”

“Hey,” Denki caught your face in his hand before you could turn away, “You missed.”

Before you could protest, he dove in for a quick but skilful kiss to your lips. It always left you momentarily stunned whenever he did that. Whenever he took you by surprise with a small kiss, he never failed to take your breath away, make your heart triple it’s heartbeat, and make you blush like crazy. A goofy smile illuminated both of your faces as you gave him a small shove in the shoulder.

“Hey, Kaminari,” Jirou’s voice cut Denki’s bubbly giggle off as she came to stand before the two of you, “Your guitar is ready, yeah? We could sing a couple songs soon, maybe.”

“Yeah! I was born ready.”

“Oh, I also came to ask if either of you guys wanted a hot chocolate? Todoroki’s taking some orders for Sato.”

You straightened your posture at the thought of the warmth flushing throughout your insides, and the chocolate aroma. Not that you wanted to admit it, but you knew that Denki had been right about these clothes not being warm enough. “That’d be great if you could tell him I wanted one.”

“Hmm, I’ll pass,” Denki replied.

“No problem, Y/N,” Jirou bounced on her heals as she turned away, “I’ll go tell him. I’ll be back.”

It was only about five minutes into joining whatever conversation Mina was having with Sero before you saw Todoroki with a tray of a dozen or so hot chocolates, struggling to slide open the glass door. His nose was scrunched up as he tried to juggle the tray on one hand. Placing a hand onto Denki’s knee, you let him know you were leaving. You speed-walked to the door, rounding around the campfire and sliding the door open for Todoroki.

The relief that flowed through his face made you chuckle as you caught the tray before it tilted, “I got it, Todoroki.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” he nodded his head slightly, readjusting his grip on the tray, “Did you order one of these?”

“Yeah, I did,” you gleefully answered, “I could never turn down one of these.”

Taking the closest mug, to let your senses adjust to the warmth of the drink as you took a quick sip. Being conscious of burning your mouth, you took another just a quickly. The smell had you entranced as you stepped out of the way for Todoroki to step through the door. You slid it closed behind him, turning around to spy something that made your heart drop a small bit.

On the other side of the campfire, Jirou sat in your seat, a little too close to Denki as you would like. His guitar no longer had its case on as it lay down on his lap. The neck lay down on Jirou’s as she inspected the strings, making sure they were all in tune. Every now and then, their fingers would brush over each other’s. Accidentally, of course...

The overwhelming jealously held you to the ground. You couldn’t move as you were forced to watch them exchange conversation that close together.

Jirou was one of your closest friends, you knew she would never do you wrong like that. After all, she always seemed completely disinterested in Denki and you trusted him as his girlfriend. However, you knew they were going to perform together at the campfire. They spent many late nights together practicing; on the nights you usually spent with him in your own dorm.

No, you were jealous.

Jirou wouldn’t do that, and neither would Denki.

“Y/N?” Todoroki stepped in front of your gaze, breaking your line of sight to your boyfriend, “Are you okay? You spaced out?”

Blinking multiple times, you quickly glanced around at your surroundings to find that Todoroki had the vacant tray underneath his arm. How long had you been staring at them?

You met his duel coloured eyes, about to answer him when the soft strumming of Denki’s guitar ripped the words from your mouth. All of your classmates turned their heads in his direction, the skilful plucking of strings having the same effect on them also. Soft humming also vibrated from Denki’s throat, surprising you. You never realised he could produce a melody from his voice, even though it was buttery to begin with.

Beside him, Jiro began to sway as Denki’s soft rhythm came the part of the song with lyrics. Jiro’s even softer voice joined in with your boyfriends melody, singing the lyrics familiar to most of the class. You stared from the other side of the campfire at Denki. His yellow eyes flickered between his plucking fingers, his other hand up the neck of the guitar, and Jiro to his left - right where you should be.

The crease between your eyebrows doubled as they reached the chorus. He joined her in song, their angelic voices fit together perfectly.

An unsettling bubbling in your gut made you dizzy as you took a sip from your hit chocolate. Sitting down and leaning up against the door to the dorms, you rested your head on your free hand. You couldn’t find the strength or courage to look back towards Denki and Jiro. The wind made you shiver as the two of them as sang the chorus again.

That was when a plan formed in your mind.

You stayed silent as Denki finished his guitar solo and Jiro finished singing. The class erupted in cheers and applause. You clapped your hand onto the one holding your mug and took the opportunity to activate your plan.

“Todoroki,” you called out.

Your classmate turned back around to find you one the floor, “Yes, Y/N?”

“Could you do me a favour?” You inquired, taking another sip of the hot drink in your fingers.

“Yeah.”

“Could you make me cold?”

“You want me to use my ice on you?” His face turned to look at yours, a small knit between his eyebrows - almost unnoticed.

You lifted a hand, “Not ice... but you can cool me down with just your hand. Right?”

“Yes, I can...”

“Great!” You opened your arms, inviting Todoroki to touch you. A hesitant hand landed on your shoulder, encrusting in a thin layer of ice. Shivers ran down your arm, immediately experiencing a change in temperature. Todoroki quickly pulled back, noticing your sudden shiver.

“Would you like me to keep going?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded, gesturing to your other shoulder.

The same hand landed on your other shoulder, repeating the slight application of ice. The hand slipped over to rest on your upper back momentarily, sending a sharp shiver down your back.

“That’s good,” you smiled, “Maybe even my legs?”

“Uhh...”

The awkwardness and hesitance was evident on Todoroki’s face. There was no doubt he knew about you and Denki dating, everyone knew being the loudest couple in UA. He was as dull as a brick. There was no way he would have picked up that you were using the cold to get to Denki. He certainly didn’t even notice the subtle glances between Denki and Jiro that had caused you to do this while they were singing.

Only the tips of Todoroki’s fingers slid over your thigh slightly as he kneeled down to your level. Cold flushed through your legs as he passed his hand over to the other. Todoroki continued to glance up at your face, making sure he wasn’t passing any boundaries.

The look of satisfaction of your working plan caused Todoroki to pull back, “Is that okay?”

“Yes, that’s brilliant,” you shivered again, “Thank you, Todo.”

“Um, anytime?”

With that, you strained your neck to spy Denki. You found him whispering something in Jiro’s ear. That was the last straw.

Resisting every urge to march over there at that very moment, you stayed put. Your patience was worth it, as Jiro left not so long afterwards. You took this as your chance to strike, taking quick-paced but casual steps towards the log Denki sat on.

“Hey, Princess!” Denki waved you over, the grin that killed you every time sporting on his face, “Did you like the show?”

You hugged yourself, attempting to enclose some warmth around your body. A shaky nod notified him that you enjoyed it, taking the now empty seat next to him. “Yeah, but think you were right about these clothes not being warm enough, though. I’m freezing.”

“Really? Come here! I’ll warm you up!” Denki gently leaned the guitar against the log on the other side of him, wrapped both of his arms around you. Warmth rushed over to you, his scent causing a flood of satisfaction through your senses. You hugged back, slipping your arms underneath his jacket. Direct body heat warmed your arms up as you clutched the purple long sleeve shirt he had on.

“Is that better?” He asked, placing his chin on the top of your head as you buried your face into the collar of his jacket.

“Mm, your jacket is really warm...”

You closed your eyes, almost slipping into a light sleep. Every now and then, a happy sigh would escape your lips. Denki placed a soft kiss on your hairline, smiling to himself. You desperately fought the sleepiness making you drowsy, but failed. The constant warmth of your boyfriend lulled you as he slowly began to sway.

A soft, but sly smirk etched onto Denki’s face as he shifted his hold on you. He slipped out of his jacket without disrupting you, leaving him in the long sleeve. Gently, he draped the jacket around your shoulders, ignoring the cold that took over his body. He squeezed you tighter, adjusting you again slightly. He pulled his guitar back on his lap, quietly strumming a few calming notes.

“Hey, Kaminari,” Jiro stepped in front of him, ripping his attention from your peaceful expression. In her hands was a jumbled up blanket that he had told her to get for you. “I got it.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you still need it? I mean you gave her your jacket.”

“I’m sure she’ll still appreciate it. Thanks, Jiro.” Kaminari received the blanket, wrapping you up in one end and himself in the other. Your slow and steady breathing made him sleepy too.

“You really treat her like a princess. That’s your favourite jacket...”

“Well, she is. She’s my princess.”

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iguanasarecute · 5 years

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(1) THE NEW STUDENT OF CLASS 1-A:

🔸 Damnly falling inlove with Katsuki Bakugo (BNHA)

Origins 1: The Gem of Class 1-A

overview: (y/n), a candidate of future's top 1 hero; went in to UA academy, the prestigious school. Her charismatic presence made a big impact on the class. Even the Ash-Blonde, Katsuki Bakugou, unveiled his soft-side just for her, until a major clash would happen; Shouto Todoroki would barge in the great picture of the pair.

[start]

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[ The Day it all started ]

The familiar faces of Class 1-A's combat training has come to an end; as they jolted in Heights Alliance for a half an hour break. Untamed students went running in their rooms to change, hastily. Aizawa-sensei wouldn't want to be waiting, and they absolutely wouldn't want to be scolded.

They slumped in the Common room; fresh new clothes wrapped around their temples. Relaxed, so done with the motherfucking training, and would gladly want to be a burritoed with their blankets.

On the other hand, the Ash-blond, Katsuki Bakugou was heating up. Not by the fact that he was debilitated with the training, or atleast pissed that some dumbass knocked him down. The reason is, he was tidying up the dorm the whole day; and the extras would barge in like feral animals and mess the whole place up. Fucking house-arrest.

His knuckles balled up at his sides, "I wasn't even there to fucking knock you all pff! The fuck are ya'll so tired off?! Playing tag?!" Bakugou growled at his unbothered classmates, while he kicked the freckled-boy, Midoriya on the couch, "Move away Deku!" he shooed.

The front door slammed open, revealing their adviser who was so done with the world, "Class, Sit properly," Aizawa commanded, glaring at the stupefied students.

Iida chopped on the air as he announced, "Sir, we still have 11 minutes, 24 secons until the break is over!"

Eraserhead gave the class president a glare, "I am aware,"

"The reason why I crashed your..." Aizawa's puffy eyes roamed at the exhausted students, stamping a disgusted look on his face, "... crashed your rest," He cleared his voice, "Is because starting from tomorrow, someone who's not in your combats today, would officially join the class tomorrow," The class gazed at Katsuki with his iconic smirk etched on his face.

He made tiny explosions on his rough hands, "Damn right! I'm ready to kick all your asses—"

"Not because of Katsuki Bakugou," their adviser retorted.

"Sir, what do you mean?" Momo Yaoyorozu raised her hand.

"A replacement, since Bakugou made enough destructions that may affect the well-being of our class, and the prestigious image of UA," Aizawa responded toneless.

"HAHHHHH?!" The familiar faces of Class 1-A bolted. Even though they admit that Bakugou was a pain, they wouldn't really want him to be blowed off, and be replaced as if he's some damaged psycho.

Katsuki growled as he stood at the couch, "WHAT THE FUCK?! THIS ISN'T FUCKING HAPPENING! I'M ON TOP AND—"

"Kidding," Aizawa-sensei's deep voice chuckled lightly. The ash-blond slumped on the couch, mumbling under his mouth about his sudden (yet normal), wild behaviour.

Ashido tilted her head, "Sir, then what do you mean?" Her face matched with all the inquisitive reactions.

Aizawa-sensei glared at the students' obfuscated expressions, "This seems informal because I'm announcing this in your tired, and unpresentable state," he nodded, "But she unexpectedly arrived early; and I think this is the closest time to get her acquaintance," The class were exchanged 'What the fuck is happening' faces.

Their adviser coughed, "A new student," he announced. Giving the class inconsistent reactions, and feelings. Intrigued by the new face that would tag along their chaotic journey.

The red-headed, Kirishima, erupted in the middle of the class' little chit-chat, "That would make us 21? Right?" earning a slap at the back of the head from Bakugou.

"Congratulations you know how to count," a voice thundered, from the front door. The whole class darted their eyes on a black-haired female, who owns the sweetest smile.

Aizawa nodded at the female, "(Y/N) Memmije. She usually goes with Aiya, as a nickname, and was a Ketsubutsu top student," they scrutinized the new girl, leaving them in an awestruck, "Went in by various recommendations by Pro-heroes. She's well known by a lot as one of the candidate as future's Top 1 hero. It's UA's honor to raise a hero who has a bright future ahead," he coughed, "The performance she exhibited on the entrance exam, was tremendous. Principal Nezu and the whole faculty decided that she is beyond qualified to be a first-year, which we suggested that she may be moved at a higher level because of her advancement," His puffy eyes stared at the stunned class, "Though, with her age, the range is fitted on this grade level. Memmije also suggested that she might be strong, but still has a lot to improve," Aiya stood beside Aizawa, grinning awkwardly, "Please let yourselves know Memmije more, and accept her as one of you, open-armed," his eyes gleamed, "Get to know her briefly," Eraserhead gazed at Memmije, poking his head at the class.

(Y/N) 'Aiya' Memmije, sheepishly waved at the class who's still processing a glimpse of her unbelievable background, "Hi," the girls shook their heads and sprinted to Aiya, a bright smile on their faces.

Uraraka was enthusiastic with the idea of having an additional female finally, around the goons of boys in their class, "We call you (Y/N) or Aiya?"

"Anything works, but people in my school usually call me Aiya," she responded, as the females spiralled her.

"What kind of quirk do you have?" Ashido giggled, "From what Aizawa-Sensei mentioned, you're really stoooooong,"

(Y/N) scratched her head, "It's hard to explain,"

"We can't wait to find out!" Hagakure shrieked.

With the damsels gabbling with the new student, the boys sat stiffly on the couch; glaring at (Y/N) 'Aiya' Memmije, who has resplendent facial features, that seems to be jubilant with the interview.

Kirishima cut his gaze, tilting his head at the boys still glued on the fresh face, "Candidate for a Top 1 hero? On a fucking first year? That's... Wow," he yelped.

"Can you see those boobs? Hot, hot, hot," The grape-haired Mineta drooled.

Midoriya barged in the conversation, "If she's a candidate of being the greatest hero. It's another reason why we should work harder to reach her capabilities,"

"Psh! Her?! Beating me? Lame Ketsubutsu School has weak extras, that's why she's treated as as a fucking goddess," Bakugou scoffed.

Shouto's head tilted, "Aizawa-sensei informed us about how the Pro-heroes recommended her; also how Principal Nezu thinks she's way more advanced than us,"

"Shut up you fucking Christmas hair!" The Ash-blonde growled.

Aizawa cleared her throat, "Everyone prepare for your classes continuation,"

Iida, The class-president chopped on the air, "You heard Sir Aizawa! Everybody get ready and talk to Aiya-chan after class! 2 minutes and 31 seconds left in out break-time!" The females released (Y/N) on the hot-spot when Aiya gave them one last smile. On Eraserhead's cue, the boys stood up on the the couch; while they eyed her.

The puffy-eyed adviser announced, "Memmije would be joining the class tomorrow. She would be together with Bakugou throughout the day," the Ash-blond's eyes shot round.

"Bakugou, that's unfair!" Denki mocked at the inarticulate Katsuki, giving the new girl glares. Though he does admit, she does look less-annoying comparing her to the other extras.

Mina chuckled, "Looks like Bakugou has a crush!" they gawked at the round-eyed Crimson-red.

Bakugou scowled, "HAHHHH?!"

"Boys would be competing not only with being the top of the class; but also with the new-girl!" Hagakure gagged. The familiar faces of Class 1-A made their way out the Height Alliance as they gave their new classmate a wave goodbye.

Aizawa grabbed the Ash-blonde and leaned on his ears, "Don't get too confident trouble-kid, she might drag you down,"

That leaves (Y/N) 'Aiya' Memmije, in the huge ass dorm.

END OF CHAPTER 1

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Italics at the beginning are from the future angst :')

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(sorry for grammatical errors, i wrote this rlly fast aghh)

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alphaimagine · 6 years

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The Start of a Family (Momo x Kyouka)

@utatapyon I could not get our conversation out of my head and I had to write this. I personally headcanon both Momo and Kyouka as Alphas so they a very unusual dynamic. For many years they were treated like freaks but now everyone adores them and sees it’s not weird at all!

“Are you sure about this?”

“It’s a little to late to ask that.” Kyouka smirked, hands tucked deep in her jacket pockets.

“I know, I guess I’m just a little nervous is all.” linking her arm though Kyouka’s, Momo gave a sweet smile. Opening the glass door in front of them, the couple entered with large building with tense shoulders. The sounds of children playing echoed through the halls, and Kyouka grinned wider.

“That’s gonna be our home soon.”

“Remember, we don’t have to rush things. We might not find someone who’s a good fit for our family today. Plus, all the paperwork and who know’s what else could go wrong…”

“Babe, chill out. Everything is gonna work out just fine.” Kyouka waved it off, standing up straighter as an uptight looking woman in a busy like dress came towards them.

“Welcome! I’ve been looking forward to meeting you both.”

“Nice to meet you as well. I’m Yaoyorozu, and this is my wife, Jiro.”

“Oh I know who you two are.” her eyes sparkled. “We’ve never had such a famous couple come to adopt before! It could really help normalize the process if people see such amazing heroes like you adopt.”Kyouka scratched her neck nervously.

“We’re still a little fuzzy on the whole process.”

“No problem. Why don’t you come in and meet some of the children? See is you connect with anyone.” the couple share a hesitant look before following. Hands clutched together tightly, Momo can’t help but smile when she sees the children huddled together, playing.

“Do you have a preference of a son or daughter? Are you looking to adopt a newborn or an older child?”

“We don’t care if it’s a boy or girl, but we were thinking between the ages of 3 and 5.”

“Wonderful, wonderful. Now, at that age they won’t have presented yet, is that a problem?” Momo’s eyes widened a bit.

“People don’t seriously take issue with that, do they?”

“Sadly yes.” the older woman let out a tired sigh. “Omega children have a much harder time being adopted. And those that do…don’t always have good intentions, if you know what I’m saying.” Kyouka ground her teeth, fists clinched.

“That’s sick.”

“Indeed…I hope you’ll forgive me, but I am very protective of these children. I try my best to make sure they only go to the most loving of homes. It’s why I was so excited when you called. I know you two will make wonderful parents.” a soft smile and she continues, “If I may, I might have someone in mind. Would it be alright to introduce you?”

“No, please, we would love to meet them!” Momo’s frown twisted up into a bright smile, and the older woman hurried away.

“Babe, I can not believe people would adopt a kid just to…fuck that pisses me off so bad.” the shorter Alpha grumbled.

“I know…we should bring that up on the news. Make people more aware of it.”

“Totally. I’ll hunt those nasty bastards down and strangle them myself if I have to.”

“Miss Yaoyorozu, Miss Jiro, this is Akiara.” stopping in front of them, she gently held the shoulders of a small boy. He had messy black hair that fell in his face, and very mischievous eyes. Freckles littered his checks and across his nose, and thin lips curled into a shy smile.

“Hello Akiara.” Momo cooed, kneeling down. “I’m Yaoyorozu and this is Jiro.” the smaller Alpha quickly knelt too.

“Ya…Yo…Yaya…” he stumbled over his words, brows scrunching up in frustration.

“See, I always told her it was a confusing name.” Kyouka joked, and his let out a giggle.

“Can I call you Mommy?” Jiro looked to her wife, and sure enough, tears were threatening to spill over.

“You can call me whatever you want to baby.” she cooed, reaching out to gentle shift the hair from his eyes.

“So does that make her Papa?” Jiro chuckled. “I guess he didn’t have two mom’s before, huh?”

“No, an Alpha father and an Omega Mother.” the elder woman said softly.

“Well, you can call me Pa if you want.” Jiro grinned, knowing full well Momo had claimed the right to ‘Mommy’ the second they started talking about kids.

“Are you gonna take me home?”

“Man, this kid gets straight to the point. I like it.” Jiro laughed louder.

“Why don’t you go play with the others, while the adults talk.” he gave an annoyed sigh and stomped away, giving a sad look over his shoulder as he did so.

“I love him Jiro.” Momo whispered, grabbing her wife’s arm.

“Yeah, I figured he had you at ‘mommy.’”

“So, I guess it’s a match?” hands held open in quiet anticipation, the couple gave each other a nod.

“Tell us some more about him. How did he get here? What does he like or dislike? Anything we should worry about?”

“His mother was killed in a freak accident when he was two. His father loved him but was unable to provide for him, so he gave him up for adoption. It’s a closed file, meaning he has agreed to never seek Akiara out. So you can expect no interference or attempt from him to regain parental rights. He’s a fairly well behaved child, has the standard tantrums now and then. Doesn’t like taking baths and hates his veggies. His favorite toy is a plush whale his father gave him, and he loves to watch movies and shows on trains.

The only issue we have is with bedtime. We aren’t sure what’s sparked them, but he’s always had terrible nightmares. He will cry and scream and refuse to go to sleep. When he does, he often wakes up crying and occasionally wets the bed.

Also…he has a very unusual quirk that makes things a bit more complicated.”

“What sort of quirk is it?”

“He can transform into inanimate objects. Akiara can blend into a room with little effort and it takes a while to find him. Luckily, he doesn’t have much control over it, so he can only maintain it for around five minutes. Making it easy to wait him out, but, he’s getting more control everyday.”

“So bad dreams and a crazy quirk. We can totally handle that.”

“I feel as if that’s a bit of a simplification, but yes, I agree, we can deal with it.” Momo nodded in solidarity.

“Very well. We can start the paperwork now and you can begin to foster him by this evening.”

#bnha #Yaoyorozu Momo #jirou kyouka #I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ADOPTING A CHILD #SO SORRY FOR INACCURACIES

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when she was little - part ii

Characters/Pairing: Sarugaki Hiyori and Hirako Shinji/ShiYori

Type: Canon, Post!Series, Say Please!verse, Lily and Thistle!verse, ShiYori Week 2018,

Word Count: 5128

A/N: Part two of seven.

I headcanon Hiyori to be a street rat from a very young age. It makes sense, with how violent and defensive she is (forced to fend for herself), how possessive she is over her food, how small and runty she is (possible stunted growth caused by severe malnutrition during her formative years). Another example of a similar childhood is Rukia. She also grew up on the streets of Rukongai and that girl is so tiny, too.

For the aforementioned reason, Hiyori is seven in this arc, but looks physically like a four or five year old.

Shinji stared at the little blonde girl in shock.

First of all, he was surprised by how very young she sounded when she finally spoke to him for the very first time, and secondly, the uncomfortable nature of her abrupt question made him momentarily at a loss as to how to reply her. The whole thing was rather iffy and awkward to him, and the fact that the other three Shinigami in the room were all watching him right now did not make this situation feel any less absurd or surreal.

“…No,” the fine-haired Captain replied carefully at last. “I ain’t related ‘ta ya, Hiyori.”

He did not blame the young girl for making that conclusion. They both shared the same hair color, and blondes were also pretty rare in Soul Society.

Hiyori tilted her head to the side and looked adorably confused. Her small button nose wrinkled in a most endearing manner and the only thought that ran through his mind then was ‘cute.’

“Then, who are ya?” she demanded again with childlike authority, and that was a very good question indeed. He couldn’t possibly just go ahead and tell her that he was the love of her life – she probably wouldn’t understand and the last thing he wanted was to be stuck having to explain what that meant to her.

“I’m yer Prince Charmin’,” he told her at last, hoping that she would just take his answer as it was.

The child looked at him for a long time. Then, at last, she blurted out.

“But yer really old,” she told him point blank, and it was all Shinji could do not to twitch. In the background, he was pretty sure that he could hear Momo’s suppressed giggles in the background, accompanied by Akon’s soft snort.

“That may be so-” It wasn’t as if he could deny it. “-but don’t ya think that I’m, uh…handsome?”

If the adult Hiyori was around right now, she would have given him a punch right in the face for spouting stupidity. However, this wasn’t the adult Hiyori yet, this was the baby version of her, and little Hiyori merely continued to eye him skeptically, evidently a (slightly) more polite being than her older self. “…Ya’ve pretty hair,” she observed slowly at last, a tiny hand reaching out to touch the fine strands in question, and somehow he wasn’t surprised when she continued with the next remark. “Pretty like a princess.”

Adult or baby, this was definitely his Hiyori, alright.

Even as the other Shinigami were tittering softly in the background, Shinji wryly eyed the little girl whom he was currently carrying in his arms. “How come every time yer outta yer mind, I’m suddenly ‘pretty like a princess?’”

Little Hiyori scowled at him. “Yer wrong!” she barked with all the fierceness of her current seven year old self. “Only yer hair’s pretty – ya look like a horse.”

…She had just more or less called him horse face, and she had gone ahead and done so in such a brassy, matter of fact manner that he could only stare at the little brat in disbelief. The fact that her adult self also sometimes called him something to that effect (though in not so polite words) did not make him feel any better. This time, the muffled laughter ringing out behind him was unmistakable, but the young girl stood her ground and looked at him defiantly. She wasn’t as obstinate or as strong minded as how she would be when she was older, but she was surely getting there. Shinji’s response was purely instinctive – the Captain freed one hand from holding her, reached up and lightly pinched one of her babyish, freckled cheek between his fingers.

“Call me Ouji-sama, Ou-ji-sa-ma,” he insisted to her, enunciating each syllable deliberately, but she was hardly intimidated by his response. The little girl started to just as instinctively pull on fistfuls of his hair in retaliation, giving him as good as she got, and the fact that she was at ease enough to be tussling with this strange man already spoke for itself, especially when she had only been quiet and wary with all the others beforehand, Akon included, and it had taken them a good part of an hour to convince her to trust them.

Little Hiyori grunted and tugged harder on the stupid man’s hair. “No! Yer not my Prince Charmin’!!”

“‘Course I am!” he replied just as heatedly, rather shamelessly arguing with the young girl. “And I can prove it!”

“How?!!” she barked back at him, and he was inwardly charmed to see that one of her baby teeth, her incisor to be precise, was sharp and pointy just like the adult version.

Shinji said the magic words. “Yakiniku,” he deadpanned. “All ya can eat,” he continued. “I’ll cook ‘em for ya.”

He might as well have told her that they were going to be living happily ever after from hereon. The child froze briefly, and then for a quick moment, images of succulent, well grilled meat slices filled her vision, and the small, skinny blonde started to drool. “Niku?” she repeated hopefully, as if it was just too good to be true. Shinji nodded and replied.

“As much as ya want,” the larger male confirmed once again, and the age-diminished lover felt her stomach start to rumble with hunger at the promise of being fed. She was such a scrawny, bedraggled little thing, and being allowed to eat meat must have been such an extravagant treat to her. Shinji had personally not known Hiyori until after she had been brought under the wing and care of her ex-Captain Hikifune Kirio, so this child-like appearance of hers was entirely new to him, and her gaunt, clearly undernourished frame and gutter rat-like appearance and demeanor quickly gave him a very good hint as to how her childhood must have been like.

The Gobantai Taichou was abruptly filled with the urge to feed the young girl as much as she wanted to eat, and the instinctive need to tend to and care for her grew even more – she was just so tiny and fragile looking now, and she was also so darned cute with her spirited and feisty nature, and he wasn’t surprised at the least to find that she was already sharp as a whip and bright as a button even at this tender age.

She was unusually wary and guarded for a young child though, but he was pleased with the way she seemed to be at ease around him even though she did not seem to remember him at all – however, perhaps there was a part of her that subconsciously recognized who he was, and she clearly trusted him.

“Ya believe me now?” Shinji asked. Hiyori started to nod, but then she paused and shook her head instead.

“I want niku first!” she bargained shrewdly, not about to trust him for his word, even if something told her that he was a good guy, though he looked a bit weird to her. He responded by tweaking her nose next, and she wrinkled it cutely, going slightly cross-eyed as she tried to pull back away from him. This miniature version of his lover was really too adorable for her own good, and he was hard pressed not to laugh at the squeaky little grunts of outrage that she made when he continued to tease her – who knew that Hiyori was such a precocious little brat when she was little?

“Deal,” the fine-haired blonde agreed once more, finally removing his fingers from her face when she threatened to bite him for poking her. “But ya must listen ‘ta everythin’ I say and do whatever I tell ya.”

Hiyori gave him a sharp, wary stare. “Are ya the bad kind of oji-san?” she questioned abruptly, and Shinji stared at her, his eyebrow twitching at being called ‘uncle,’ even though the pronunciation was very close to what he originally wanted her to address him by – Prince. At least the impudent little thing had not gone for broke and straight up called him ‘ojii-san.’ He’d probably tip her upside down and dangle her by the ankles if she did.

“What do ya mean, ‘bad kind of oji-san?’” he asked her, and she squinted suspiciously at him once more.

“The kind who gives out candies and then tells other kiddies ‘ta follow ‘em,” Hiyori replied bluntly.

Oh. That kind who-

Shinji choked when he finally realized what she was talking about. The man’s face turned a dull red.

“NO! I’m most definitely not that kind of oji-san!” he quickly sputtered his denial before he shot the young girl a disgruntled look. “…And I ain’t even an uncle. At least call me ‘onii-san’ if ya must, ya ‘lil imp.” He reached up and flicked her on the forehead, and the little girl yelped as she immediately slapped her hands over the lightly reddened spot.

“And just where did ya hear ‘bout that sort of stuff, anyway?” Shinji asked her, concerned by her alarming and specific knowledge of that type of disgusting predator. The tiny blonde scowled at him for that finger flick but grudgingly answered his question all the same.

“The older kids in the streets said so,” she mumbled, and he looked at her in mild surprise. Shinji knew that Hiyori had pretty much grown up without parents until Hikifune came into her life, the latter serving as a much needed maternal figure, but she had been pretty closemouthed about how she had lived prior to that fateful meeting with her adoptive mother. Perhaps this might be a unique opportunity to learn more about her past...

“Ya listen ‘ta the others pretty good, don’t ya?” he commented, and she was placated by his praise.

“Of course!” she boasted, her little chest puffing out with smug self-satisfaction, and Shinji was pleased to know that this side of her was already present when she was so young. Speaking of which…

“How old are ya right now, brat?” he asked, and she frowned slightly at him for calling her that name.

“…I’m this many,” she replied slowly at last, a bit bewildered by the attention she was being showered upon when no adult usually cared about her, but at the same time, also quite happily lapping it up at the same time. The little girl showed him all five fingers on one hand and then stuck up two more on the other. She took her time to count them before uttering, “Seven!”

Shinji appeared skeptical by her claim. She was so small in size that he had initially thought that there was no way she could be physically older than four or five, but then again, she had always been on the runty side, so she might be speaking the truth after all.

“Huh. Are ya sure?” he asked, carefully concealing his growing amusement. “Ya still look like a baby ‘ta me.”

Hiyori gave him an indignant glare then, and it was really adorable that the cute little thing was trying to give him the stink eye. “I ain’t a baby anymore!! Imma big girl now! Take that back, baka!!”

Momo, Akon and Kurotsuchi Fukutaichou stepped up once again then, since it seemed that Shinji was getting along with his age diminished lover/charge well enough. The young girl who had been rather spirited and loud in her interactions with the golden-haired man carrying her immediately shrank and quieted when the other Shinigami came near once again, reminding her of their continual presence all this while, her hot air deflating alongside with her bravado at the number of adults around her. For some reason or another, little Hiyori felt safe enough with Shinji to show her true self (probably because the man look quite comical to her and acted like a big idiot unlike the rest of the adults), but promptly became guarded and wary once more when there were others around.

The small child pressed closer to Shinji even as she carefully kept the other Death Gods within her sight, snaking a skinny arm around the older blonde's neck to steady herself as she did so.

The dark-haired Lieutenant of the Twelfth was the first to speak.

"We're grateful for your assistance in this matter, Hirako Taichou," Kurotsuchi Nemu remarked politely. "If you're certain that you do not require additional support in the care of Sarugaki-san, then my colleague and I shall take our leave first."

Akon was not pleased with the decision of his fellow Juunibantai member, but he made no comment, opting to remain silent. His Fukutaichou was right - it was apparent that the Fifth Division Captain could handle the little golden-haired girl very well on his own. In fact, they were getting along so well within minutes of meeting each other that it was rather astounding.

With the assurance that the Twelfth Division would be doing their best to find a way to reverse the effects of the 'youth' potion, the two Shinigami finally departed, leaving behind the Gobantai Fukutaichou together with her Captain and the latter's young charge.

Momo smiled gently as Hiyori peeked at her from the side of her champion's neck - the little girl was positively precocious and it made the dark-haired young woman wonder if her superior's future offspring would be just as adorable as their female parent. She shifted her attention to her Captain, sobering slightly as she did so.

"Hirako Taichou, what are your orders for now? We've already gotten most of today's agendas completed, and the rest left are not of great priority." Momo glanced curiously at the little girl whom her Captain was carrying, her smile widening slightly as the tiny blonde ducked back into the man’s shoulder in a shy and wary manner. So cute!

“Yer right, we’ve gotten most of the things done for today already,” Shinji responded as he absently tugged Hiyori’s hand from his neck to keep her from strangling him with her unconsciously strong grip. “I’m gonna have ‘ta go off for a bit ‘ta feed this bottomless pit-” At that, the man lightly wiggled his fingers against the stomach of said ‘bottomless pit’ – he didn’t even know why he was doing it, but instincts prompted him to do so and before he knew it, he was eliciting a startled burst of laughter from the child before she quickly pushed his hand away to stop his tickle attack, squeaky giggles still escaping her as she did so.

The innocent sound of Hiyori’s glee pleased Shinji very much, and he smiled back at the child in return, clearly already won over by the vivacious little sprite. It was hard to believe that his grumpy lover had once been so effing cute when she was younger – that was it; he was never going to let her live this down once she returned to her adult form. The Fifth Division Captain was becoming rather endeared with this child alter ego of his significant other, and even though the whole thing was more than a bit strange and unusual, he was rolling with the punches rather well and adapting quickly, accepting the current situation. Besides, it was still Hiyori as far as he was concerned, only that she was tinier than usual and even more dangerously cute (thankfully minus the ‘dangerous’ component this time). Shinji could deal with that.

Momo had to keep from laughing at the adorable and unexpectedly charming sight of the two blondes.

“Hirako Taichou, I’ll watch over the division while you care for Hiyori-san,” his Fukutaichou informed him, her eyes twinkling with mirth as the indignant young girl attempted to get back at her guardian but to little effect.

Shinji was grateful for the helpful initiative of his subordinate. “Ya will? Yer a real lifesaver, Momo. Thanks,” he informed her with a grateful look, and the dark-haired young woman inclined her head in acknowledgement, pleased to be of assistance. “We should be back in a few hours’ time, so if ya can hold down the fort till then, that’d be great.”

Momo nodded once more. “Understood, Hirako Taichou,” she paused briefly before adding. “I can also finish up here on my own so you don’t have to rush back with Hiyori-san unnecessarily.”

Shinji waved off his subordinate’s concerns. “Don’t worry ‘bout that – this ‘lil runt’s gonna be really easy ‘ta take care of.” The fine-haired male turned his attention to said runt, and the little girl gave him a small scowl.

“I ain’t a runt!”

“Yes, ya are!”

“No, I’m not!”

“Yes, ya are!”

“No, I’m not!! Rawrrr!!”

“Ouch! Ow, ow- Quit bitin’ me!!”

“THEN QUIT CALLIN’ ME A RUNT, OLD MAN!”

“OLD MAN?!! WHY, YA ‘LIL-”

Momo stood at the entrance of the Gobantai office and smiled in farewell as her superior and his now miniaturized lover disappeared into the distance, squabbling the entire way.

Those two sure shared a wonderfully close relationship.

“First things first,” Shinji told his young charge as he set her down on the ground so that she could walk on her own. “We’re gonna get ya some proper clothes ‘ta wear.”

Now that Hiyori had shrunk in size, she obviously no longer fit in her usual tank top and track pants attire. The Twelfth Division had kindly wrapped her up in the tiniest yukata that they had, but she was still very much dwarfed in it and looked bedraggled like a little street urchin that she was.

The little girl lifted her head to stare at him at his announcement.

"Clothes??" She sounded very surprised and bewildered, as if no one had ever offered such a thing to her before. The man’s response was to reach down with an elegant hand and pull up the lapel of her plain, cotton yukata, which had been drooping precariously off of her small, skinny shoulder.

"Clothes,” he repeated plainly, figuring that since she was in his care, he might as well just go ahead and do a good job of it. “Ones that will fit ya better than this rag yer wearin’. Ya will get yer yakiniku after that.”

Because if he knew her like he did, there was a very high chance that she would happily eat herself into a food coma if allowed to do so – it would be impossible to get her to do anything after that then, let alone try to outfit her, and so this was the next best solution.

“C’mon,” Shinji moved to make it final, before the young girl could have the opportunity to protest the decision. He started to walk into the building that they had both stopped before. “The faster we get this done, the faster ya get ‘ta eat.”

That was enough incentive to move the child, it seemed, and the little blonde scooted after him only after a brief pause, reaching out to cling to the tail of his billowing white haori as she followed him tentatively into the exclusive establishment of one of Seireitei’s traditional kimono makers, her eyes wide with wonder and childish curiosity as they darted around the place.

A female attendant dressed in a formal but utilitarian kimono immediately moved towards the two guests, bowing respectfully before Shinji when she came right to stand before the Captain.

“Greetings, Taichou-sama,” the woman murmured politely as she straightened. “How may this one be of service today?”

Shinji inclined his head ever so slightly in acknowledgement of the attendant’s greeting, and then, he reached down, placed his hand between the shoulder blades of his young charge and gently pushed her reluctant and slightly intimidated form forward, revealing her unwilling presence to the other. “Good afternoon. I require a few sets of adequate apparel for this child at your soonest convenience, please.”

The lady looked down at the little blonde urchin who was still clinging tightly to the distinguished form of Gotei 13 Captain. If the former was wondering about the relationship between the two golden haired patrons, she revealed nothing of it. The shop assistant bobbed her head once in agreement, more than happy to be talking business. “Of course, Taichou-sama. This one shall get down to your request right away. Will the little Miss please follow this one to the back to be measured?”

Hiyori balked immediately when all the attention landed on her, her knuckles turning white as she clenched her fists into Shinji’s coat and fought the urge to shrink in on herself. Shinji raised his brow slightly at the visibly alarmed expression on the girl’s face. It was obvious that she was unused to being in such a formal and expensive environment and was still quite bewildered by her surroundings. However, he had caught her peeking in awe at the colorful, intricately woven haori and kimono that hung on the walls of the shop, and her fascination was impossible to miss. The Gobantai Taichou glanced down at his young companion and gave her an arched look.

“Afraid, ‘lil scaredy cat?” he teased lightly, and immediately, the child’s uncertain and anxious demeanor disappeared as her attention snapped to him, a small, indignant expression taking their place even as she suddenly straightened and pulled her shoulders back in a show of bravado.

“Not a scaredy cat,” she muttered back, though she hesitated once again when the lady attendant reached out to take her hand. Little Hiyori chanced a quick glance at her guardian – he appeared completely relaxed and unthreatened – before she slowly allowed herself to be led away by the stranger. Shinji waited at the main area for them to be done, and thankfully enough, nothing untoward came out of the experience and his miniaturized charge eventually reemerged from the dressing room at the back looking none the worse for wear and with a cherry sucker in her mouth for her efforts. The tiny blonde even appeared quite pleased with her new acquisition, enough that whatever tedium and awkward discomfort derived from the measurement process had clearly been forgiven and put behind her, and it was all Shinji could do not to laugh at her delighted expression when she finally came into sight with the female attendant in tow. It was pretty amusing to see how different she was as an adult (albeit a very tiny, vertically challenged one) compared to her child self (still very runty in appearance, no matter how she protested it).

The shop assistant politely drew up to Shinji while Hiyori was still preoccupied with her lollipop.

“Taichou-sama, this one has taken the measurements for the little miss and will get to work on tailoring the outfits right away after the fabrics to be used have been chosen. We’ve a fine selection of material in various colors and designs, if you will please follow me.”

Hiyori stuck close to her guardian as they proceeded to move to the side of the large shop where an entire wall had been dedicated to the display of various bolts of cloths of different types and cost. The little girl’s eyes widened with amazement and interest as the female attendant went on to bring out even more exquisite and colorful textiles with all sorts of delicate prints and stitching painstakingly embroidered on them. One particular collection caught Hiyori’s attention – it was made of cotton and dyed a deep, bright shade of crimson, and the eye catching fabric was decorated with a really delicate motif depicting tiny summer songbirds cavorting about on flowering branches. The little blonde was immediately mesmerized by the lovely fabric, and before she could stop herself, she had reached out to lightly and reverently touch the cloth, apparently having never seen anything so pretty before.

Shinji watched with bemusement as she fingered the cloth, entranced. “…Ya really like this one, huh?” he asked, and the child quickly snapped out of her daze. She went stiff when she realized what she was doing, and Hiyori immediately took her hand off of the fabric and hid the errant limb behind her back instead, her face burning slightly as she bit her lip uncertainly and looked unsure of herself. Once again, Shinji was abruptly reminded of just how different she was right now compared to the woman she would grow into in the future. This Hiyori was still a bit shy and tentatively cautious of the world that moved around her, and he found this side of her to be extremely endearing. Gesturing to the crimson fabric that had caught the young girl’s fancy, Shinji simply told the female shop assistant.

“Please use this cloth ‘ta make a yukata for this child.”

“Of course, Taichou-sama,” the attendant agreed quite amicably. “I shall get to it immediately.”

The rest of the materials were quickly chosen, and through it all, Hiyori just stared at the tall blonde man with something akin to wonder and bewilderment. Sometime without even her noticing, the child was clinging to her guardian with one hand fisted in his haori once more, and she was okay with that, because for some reason that she did not quite understand herself, she felt really safe with him.

Less than an hour later, Shinji and his young charge could be found at the latter’s favorite yakiniku restaurant and the younger blonde was busily stuffing her face with platters of luscious, juicy cooked slices of beef fresh off the stove while her older counterpart grilled the raw, seasoned meat over the barbeque griddle for her, exactly as he had promised. It hadn’t taken very long for them to get things settled at the kimono shop and Hiyori had been getting increasingly antsy by then, though now that her hunger was being slowly assuaged, the child was content once more and simply happy to be able to eat.

Shinji was rather bemused as he watched the young girl devour all the food placed before her like a starving beast. For a child still of tender age and possessing a significantly slight and scrawny build, she sure could eat.

“Slow down,” he cautioned her then when she nearly choked on a too large piece of meat. “No one’s gonna steal yer food, so take yer time and eat slowly.”

Coughing slightly to dislodge the troublesome piece of beef from her throat, Hiyori turned to him with slightly watering eyes. “Am hungry,” she mumbled after swallowing the mouthful of meat. Hunkering over her plate defensively, she kept her head down and continued to chow down on her late lunch. She started to eat slightly slower though, but still savoring the food with great gusto and appetite. Shinji eyed her curiously.

“When’s the last time ya got ‘ta eat, brat?” he asked. She stopped chewing her food and looked at him briefly before she just shook her head.

“Don’t remember,” she muttered, pausing to think before she continued with a shrug. “M’always hungry, though.”

He wasn't entirely surprised by her reply. Akon and Nemu had briefly informed him that the youth potion had only caused her physical form and mind to revert to their younger states, so even though the tiny blonde could vaguely recall a faint ripple of the sensations and feelings associated with her distant past, it wasn't as if her past body had been literally transported to the present – she had only been de-aged, and had not time travelled.

"Well then," he responded after a pause. "Ya may eat as much as ya want.”

Hiyori stopped and eyed the man.

“How come yer so nice ‘ta me?” she asked suspiciously, openly baffled at the same time. She sounded like she genuinely did not comprehend her sudden stroke of good luck, and the fact that she was only so young but already so wary and jaded made him feel regretful for her. This child was not the Hiyori whom he knew and loved – not yet, at any rate. She was still a bit less guarded, a bit more innocent, but already he could see the beginnings of that grit and mule headed stubbornness that would characterize her in the future.

"I told ya already - I'm yer Prince Charmin'," Shinji responded at last, at the same time picking a few more pieces of the grilled meat from the griddle and laying it on her plate. "Don't talk so much; eat up."

But the little girl just continued to look at him for a while, her head slightly tilted as if she was trying her best to figure him out, those bright ochre eyes of hers centered on him with an intelligence and sharpness that were beyond her years. In the end, he must have passed whatever test that she had in her mind, at least for now, for Hiyori promptly turned back her focus to eating once again. Eventually, the tiny blonde ate so much that she nearly could not move and started to look a bit green around the gills from the excessive bingeing; Shinji had to put his foot down when she still refused to stop despite of that, and had to promise her that they would be back again some other day before she reluctantly quit stuffing herself. She still did not budge when it was time for them to leave, though, but that was due to another reason altogether.

Shinji raised his brow ever so slightly at the red faced young girl. “…Lemme guess. Ya ate so well that ya can’t move?”

The child scowled slightly at him, but the way she did not refute his observation told him that he was right. In the end, she had to be piggybacked out of the establishment, and even though it looked a bit strange for a Shinigami Captain to be doing such things, nobody dared to comment beyond the startled stares, and the chagrin of the visibly embarrassed little blonde tucked meekly against her guardian’s back radiated all around her.

“Yer gettin’ kinda heavy, ‘lil piggy.” Shinji remarked innocuously as they made their way back to the Fifth Division.

“S-Shut up!” she sputtered, indignant and getting all righteously puffed up immediately. “I ain’t a pig!!”

If the child was just a little bit more observant, she would have wondered how come this man seemed to be so at ease carrying her about, and that he also seemed to know all the right things to say to make her feel less awkward and self-conscious and uncomfortable. It was too bad that he did it so well and so naturally that she did not even notice the way he could so easily engage her and get her to respond to him.

“Yeah, yeah. Stop squirmin’. And I’m tellin’ ya, if ya puke on me, I’m droppin’ yer ass.”

“If ya drop me, then I’ll definitely puke on ya again!!”

::tsuzuku::

#bleach #shiyoriweek2018 #Shiyori #Hirako Shinji #Sarugaki Hiyori #my fics #ShiYori: Say Please AU

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