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blooberrries · 4 months

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「 extemporaneous 」 — 06 ☾

— pairing: multi; shoto x reader, izuku x reader (so FAR...) — genre: hybrid au, slow burn-ish, reverse harem — wc: 3.8k — rated: sfw — notes: my stupid ass went to post this and then realised that I never actually crossposted chapter 5 on here. oopsies! uwu. anyway my libido has been popping off lately so if there is no smut in the next one then it will probs be the one after that teehee!

You've never really had much to do with hybrids, existing in your own little bubble for a majority of your life. That comes to an end when your friend phones you for help and somehow you end up taking two hybrids off of her hands while they recuperate in the wake of an unfortunate incident. But when the time comes that they have to leave, will you really want them to go?

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Things haven’t really been the same since that morning. From a ‘platonic roommate’ perspective, that isn’t something to be happy about.

From your perspective though, as someone very much attracted to her roommates and increasingly aware of the subtle tension brewing in the air between the three of you, there isn’t a single part of you that can find the will to complain about it.

Much deliberation occurred after you startled the two hybrids into checking on you that morning. You’d spent a majority of the ensuing shower with your forehead pressed to the tile, trying desperately to use the cool surface as a means of reducing the heat in your face. It didn’t work, and for once the scalding water temperature you normally enjoy bathing in wasn’t to blame.

You thought about a lot of things while you lingered in the glass and tile prison, spending much longer in there than you really needed to. At that point it was more for the sake of your sanity.

Try as you might, you could hardly stop yourself replaying the previous events, focusing on the flustered reactions of your company. You were so embarrassed, but that’s mostly on account of how riled up you’d gotten as a result. Every so often you had to take disciplinary action against your own brain for the recurring deviant thoughts and slam (read: hit hard enough that it sent the message but not hard enough your roommates came running again) your head against the wall with a groan.

Most problematic of your shower-time revelations is the fact that you can no longer ignore the attraction to your roommates that has been steadily building over their stay here. Actually, that’s a lie-- the most problematic revelation is how badly you want to act on that attraction.

This isn’t a work environment and they aren’t employees, but it feels almost unprofessional to have these feelings for the hybrids you are currently offering safe haven to. Then again, you remind yourself that they are both intelligent and consenting adults and have enough bodily autonomy to be able to refuse or accept any advances that may occur. Having said that, you would like to think that they wouldn’t feel pressured or obligated on account of living with you for free should any moves be made. Yet at the same time, you can’t be sure. There’s more unknowns than you’re comfortable with in this situation.

At the end of it all, you concluded that there’s not really anything you can do about the feelings at this point, but at the same time you’re not in a position to act on them.

Ah, an impasse. It’s as relieving as it is frustrating to have the luxury of choice taken from you.

You might have left that ensuite a different woman to when you entered, but that had nothing to do with the rapid shift that has occurred between you all since.

“Izuku…. Give it.”

His nose twitches, eyes bright and tracking your every movement with something indiscernible gleaming behind his irises. The laundry hamper stands as the only obstacle between you. Your hands are raised, an attempt to lower his guard by appearing harmless, but Izuku’s hawk-like gaze is locked on your stance as you gradually ease around the side of the woven basket towards him. He counters each tiny step you take with one of his own in the same direction, leaving you both in a stalemate of sorts.

“What do you mean?” Izuku asks innocently, his soft voice raising in pitch towards the end. He apparently finds this hilarious. Ordinarily you probably would too, but currently your shoulders are too heavy with the burden of an impending deadline for you to really enjoy his sudden cheeky manoeuvre.

“I’m just doing the washing. The hamper was getting full, you know?”

“I need that shirt, Izuku.” You decide to be direct, pointing at the button-down currently in his grasp. He plays with the material, ruffling the soft weave in his hand. His eyes flick only once down to the garment before returning o you.

“What shirt?”

Huffing, annoyed but more so endeared, you decide to play along for now. “The one in your hand, with the light grey dots. I need it. Could I please have it?”

He shoves it to his cheek, giving it a subtle sniff. His ears twitch, playful, as his forest-hued eyes bore into you and he clicks his tongue softly. “This? It’s dirty. Dirty clothes gotta go in the wash.”

Apparently not so dirty that it couldn’t touch his face, though. Your lips twitch with the urge to smile.

“Okay, true, but counter-point: I need it right now.” You might be allowed to dress like a slob on the days you’re working from home but that doesn’t mean you can stay dressed like that for any zoom meetings that might pop up – like the one scheduled for an hour from now.

As much as you’re enjoying this, you’re actually expecting Izuku to cave any second now and hand the shirt over.

So it comes as a surprise when one of his dark brows lift, his lids lower, and he says with a curling simper, “What will you give me for it?”

You blink. “Sorry?”

“If you need it so bad, what will you give me for it?” Izuku shakes his head, dark lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he clicks his tongue again. “You’re throwing a wrench in my laundry plans here, Yona. Gotta make it worth my while now the groove has been interrupted.”

He is being so uncharacteristically bold, with such ease, that the only conclusion you can draw is that this is in fact in character for him, just a part of it you’ve yet to encounter.

The realisation makes a flurry of paper-thin wings flutter against your insides. A warm shiver flushes up your arms.

“You’re holding my shirt hostage?!” A laugh tumbles from you before you can stop it. “I’m not gonna reinforce negative habits, no matter how cute you are. Hand it over, buddy.”

You might have thought Izuku would balk, but if anything he seems thrilled at your response. A hand flies to his chest. “Is this what you think of me, Yona? How cruel. I was going to be nice and give it to you but now I have to stand by my initial offer and demand something in exchange.”

You attempt to round the hamper again, taking a step to the right. He takes a step to the left. You are back where you started. This won’t do. Your eyes pin to the shirt, and his gaze follows. A few long, loaded seconds pass by.

“… What do you want?”

Something absolutely devious catches the light in his eyes. His fingers tap against the bunched up material of the shirt. “It’s nothing much.”

“Mhmm. Okay then, what is it?”

“Really, it’s just something small.”’

Your eyes narrow as you pin him with a suspicious look. You’re no longer sure you want to let him lead this negotiation.

“Uh-huh. Okay. Well how about--”

You don’t finish what you’re saying, instead putting all your energy into your legs and lunging at the poor hybrid, attempting to take him by surprise and grab the shirt before he can realise your intention.

“Yona!”

Izuku, like any respectable prey animal would, saw your moves coming from a while away. Unsurprisingly, this gives him a head start as he pivots on his heel and darts away with a delighted laugh.

The little jerk is quick, you’ll give him that, but you’re also not too out of practice with your own cardio. You chase him through a decent portion of the apartment, down hallways and around corners and crying out “Cheating! That’s cheating!” when the hybrid leaps with unfettered grace and sheer athleticism over the couch.

Surprisingly, at some point amongst the laughter and aching limbs, you manage to snatch the shirt. The feeling of victory is brief, though. Izuku immediately takes this as a personal affront and like a classic Tom & Jerry skit you quickly become the one being chased.

“You’re being unreasonable!” you say, yelping inbetween breathless giggles as his fingers graze the skin of your waist. Shit, that was close. Considering he’s a rabbit, he’s way better at chasing than he is at being chased. You skid around a corner and bolt for the hallway that houses the bedrooms. If you can get into your room quick enough, you might just be able to close the door in time to shut him out.

Possibly.

“I’m not the reason negotiations broke down!” Izuku’s ears flop with each bounding step he takes, his eyes bright with mischief and face flushed in slight exertion. You hate how the glimpse of him you see over your shoulder makes your own face heat even more and your gut clench.

A retort is just forming on your tongue when a door opens ahead of you, Shoto’s curious face and one broad shoulder peeking out from behind the doorframe. His mismatched eyes are quick to assess the situation.

“Shoto!” you cry, sending him a look that you hope comes across as pleading and not desperate. “Help!”

He blinks, a lazy smile beginning to tug his lips by the corners, as you bound his way. You think with relief that at least one of the hybrids is on your side. Shoto’s arm shoots out, but instead of stopping the rabbit hot on your heels like you anticipated, it winds around your waist, muscle thick and unforgiving.

“Shoto!” you squawk, your feet dangling as the hybrid winds his other arm around your waist and yanks you from the hallway, your back flush against his chest. “Traitor! I trusted you.”

“Not sure why,” he humms, voice a hypnotic dulcet lull in your ear. He has you lifted so that your eyes are almost even, and he takes the opportunity to nuzzle wherever he can reach, nosing along the column of your neck and below your ear. A shiver rolls down your spine before you can stop it.

“Nice, Sho,” Izuku beams, coming to a stop right before you. A soft thudding noise guides your eyes to the floor, where they catch sight of the hybrids foot thumping against the wood as fast as it physically can. Odd, but somehow terribly cute.

“Finally.”

The rabbit hybrid ignores the shirt still clutched in your grasp and pretty much dives into your neck, nose dragging along the side left empty of Shoto’s own ministrations. A pleased hum rumbles in his chest, and you can’t help but squeak as the single drop of sweat that has formed and begun to slide down your neck is quickly swiped up by his tongue.

You gotta get out of here before you actually explode– your skin feels so flushed you’re sure you have to be only a degree or so away from spontaneous human combustion.

“Are you serious?” you whine, but your worlds tumble into a laugh at the end. Shoto’s hair is beginning to tickle the hell out of you. “You held my shirt hostage because you needed to top up on your scenting? Why didn’t you just ask?”

“Because you’re impatient and tried to steal the shirt before I could,” Izuku snickers, pulling back with a devious grin. You’re so unused to seeing it on his face that it makes your heart skip an actual beat. “I guess you can have it now though. You said you needed it right?”

Oh shit, that’s right.

“Oops, yeah, I do,” you say, beginning to wriggle out of Shoto’s hold. Somewhat reluctantly, he allows you to return to the floor, but his hands remain glued to your hips. “I have a zoom meeting in like half an hour and have to look presentable at least from the waist up.”

Izuku sniffs, sensing this abrupt playtime has now run its course. “Boooo.”

Shoto might have allowed your feet back on the floor, but that didn’t mean he had given up on making sure every square inch of your neck and shoulder carried whatever unique scent he gave off. He suddenly pauses as his nose crosses your pulse point, sniffing softly. Your entire body flushes in response.

“Hm. You smell a little different, Yona.”

Taking his moment of consideration as an opportunity to escape, you slip as gracefully as you can out of his arms. It’s actually a wonder you’re not insulted or embarrassed anymore at the mention of your “smell”. Your brows scrunch a little as you meet his puzzled gaze. “I do? Is it, like… in a bad way?”

“No.” Shoto shakes his head, already reaching for you to pull you back into his arms for round two. You smack his hand gently, your own head now shaking with a smile. He sends you the most criminal ‘kicked puppy’ eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Keep your paws to yourself, sir. I gotta go put this on and finish up some work before the meeting.” You’re already beginning to walk backwards in the direction of your room. They both have the audacity to look kind of bummed, so you bite back a smile and offer instead, “We can cuddle on the couch after I’m finished and watch that anime you guys have been talking about…?”

“Deal,” Shoto says, before Izuku can even blink. The smaller hybrid is then grasped by the shirt and yanked unceremoniously in the bedroom, a meaningful look sent his way when he gives Shoto a questioning glance. “We’ll wait until then. Have fun in the meeting.”

You roll your eyes at the teasing lilt in his tone. He knows you won’t have fun, considering it’s been scheduled for going over some truly tedious training modules. “Sure. See you guys again in like three hours.”

They look a little suspicious, you note as you retreat to your room. You catch sight of them whispering amongst themselves, before they disappear from your view and leave you stewing in your own curiosity.

Man, sometimes you hate working from home. Those two are walking the walking incarnation of temptation.

You find out three days later why you would have smelt different to the heightened senses of your hybrid roommates.

Mother nature has come calling with a bloody fist banging on your door.

You’re a little wary of this cycle, if only because you opted to skip your last one and historically whenever you do that the next one you actually allow to happen arrives with some nasty cramps. You’ve actually already called in sick from work since a migraine has begun to form, along with the typical aches you experience on the first day or so. You desperately crave a coffee too, but know from unfortunate experience that having one is literally the worst idea right now.

The house is quiet, enough so that as you step slowly from your room you think the other two are still asleep. You spent the last three days in the office, which is a little unusual since most of your work occurs from home, and both hybrids have expressed varying degrees of disappointment that you have to spend so much time out of the house.

(It’s endearing that they seem to miss you when you’re gone, but you haven’t told them that.)

A sound behind you has you absolutely jumping out of your skin, ripping you from your thoughts as you spin around with a hand to your galloping heart.

“Yona,” Izuku whines, something hot shooting up your spine at the timbre of his voice as he does so. His hands are clutched together, clothing rumpled and hair somehow even more wild and disrupted than usual. He looks like he quite literally leapt from the sheets the second he heard you awake. “I know this is selfish to ask, but do you really have to leave for work again today?”

You look up to meet his beseeching gaze, allowing a moment for your heart rate to return to normal before responding.

Another rumbling, sleep-addled voice reaches your ears before you can do so. Shoto comes up behind Izuku, ears flicking atop his head as he rubs his eye. Your heart skips a beat at the sight they present, all mussed up and in varying degrees of disarray.

Behave, you have to scold yourself internally. You’re no better than an animal, honestly. Maybe you can pin it on hormones since they’re already making things so miserable for you right now.

“Just so you know, Yona, I am not above bribery, whatever it will take for you to work from home instead of—“ Shoto halts suddenly, heavily-lidded eyes flinging open in alarm. He abruptly surges forward, eyes scanning you from head to toe and hands already reaching out.

“Wait, you’re— Yona, why are you bleeding?!”

“Woah, woah, calm down, I’m okay!” You have to physically grab Shoto’s hands to stop him patting down your body like you’ve just walked through airport security and tripped the scanner. Izuku is quick to dart over with an equally alarmed expression. “I’m not hurt or anything, it’s just the monthly usual. I haven’t had one in a while, so you couldn’t have known, but I should have mentioned it so you weren’t so surprised. I’m sorry.”

You watch as the tension visibly leaves their bodies and they sag in relief. You are immediately gathered into the canine hybrid’s arms, the soothing scent of his conditioner allowing your own muscles to relax.

“Don’t do that again,” he scolds you, but there’s no heat to it. Not like you can actually help it anyway. He buries his face in your hair, a hand coming up to thread through the strands. Izuku’s own hands reach out to rub up and down your back from where he stands. “Thought you were dying, or something.”

Izuku snorts. “Like we wouldn’t notice it if she hurt herself badly enough to bleed like that.”

He pauses, then sniffs the air, face still twisted in concern. “Still, that’s a lot of blood… are you okay? Is that normal?”

“Unfortunately,” you answer, wishing not for the first time that wasn’t the case. Your voice is slightly muffled by the firm muscle of Shoto’s chest. “It’ll be done in a couple days or so, though.”

Shoto suddenly pulls back, thick brows drawn close and eyes pinning you with a look that somehow crosses the realms of both bossy and pouty. You gulp.

“You can’t go to work like this,” he says. It isn’t a question, more like a justification for something he is no doubt about to suggest.

“Already called in sick.” You give him finger guns and a wink, proud of yourself for the bare minimum in this moment.

Izuku’s entire face lights up at your words, and Shoto needs no further prompting to begin herding you into the closest bedroom, that being the one you see him leave most often.

“Wait, I was going out of my room to grab some painkillers–“

“We’ll take care of that,” Izuku hums, winding an arm through yours and pressing his cheek to the side of your head, before slipping away to retrieve said medication. You feel bad about them doing it for you, but you are quite literally too deep in the room at this point to stop them or argue back.

Despite knowing it is, in fact, a bedroom that belongs to you in a way, it feels odd to enter now. It’s no longer your territory, so to speak, so the fact that they are so willingly inviting you in means a lot.

Definitely wouldn’t be complaining if they were bringing me in here for other reasons either— you beat that thought back with a steel bat, cursing the horny monster that has recently taken up residence in the gutters of your brain.

Shoto comes to a stop at the foot of the bed and releases you, turning a critical eye to the mattress and all that sits atop it. The bed is roughly made with a fluffy comforter, and has a generous number of pillows scattered across the surface, including one in the shape of a peach. It looks wonderfully inviting, and you itch to be seated. Shoto wrinkles his nose, and you amend that observation; apparently something is lacking.

He holds your bicep with one hand and points at you with the other. “Stay here.”

You nod, amused, and watch as he leaves the room with cool, swift strides, face neutral. You have to close your eyes in order to summon the strength not to laugh.

His tail was wagging so fast it was practically a blur.

The two of them return at about the same time, Izuku with a suprise item (hot tea) and strip of tablets and Shoto with every single pillow you think you have ever owned piled up in his arms. You decide not to comment, and gratefully take Izukus offered goods as Shoto tears into the bed in an effort to get it ‘up to par’.

“Okay, it’s ready – get in.”

A few minutes later has you turning to take in Bed: Version 2.0. Your eyebrows shoot up at how he actually managed to fit most of the pillows on there while still making it look comfortable. Some pillows didn’t make the cut apparently, the peach one being one of them. That makes you kind of sad.

Shoto stands expectantly to the side, hand grasping the cover and keeping it pulled back for you. Izuku’s foot rapidly thumps on the floor before he is scurrying over to the other side and giving you a similar look of anticipation to his companion.

You can’t bite back the smile that breaks on your face as you follow their instructions and climb in, nestling right in the centre. Izuku dives in beside you, careful not to disrupt your drink on the bedside table, and winds his arm around you. The heat coming off them is incredibly pleasant, and you almost think you might not need a heat pack later after all.

Shoto pauses before climbing in, pointing at you with a tilt of his head. “Speak now if there is anything else you need to do, because I am feeling severely touch-starved and I don’t plan on stopping this cuddle session until at least one of us is asleep or three hours have passed.”

You snort, and his lips twitch. “I can’t guarantee I won’t have to get up at some point during that time but I otherwise agree to those terms.”

Shoto nods, apparently pleased with your cooperation and willingness to be a human teddy bear for the better part of the day, and proceeds to imitate Izuku by climbing into bed and clinging onto you like a koala.

“Excellent,” he rumbles, a pleased sound coming from his chest. “We have an alliance, then.”

Well, that’s what he said, but you can only pray he remembered agreeing to let you up when you need the bathroom later. Sleep Shoto is an entirely different breed.

The second the painkillers begin to kick in, you are drifting off to sleep again. Warmth, comfort and safety carry you into a dreamless slumber.

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zorosbeau33 · 1 month

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Drink from your lips~ Bakugo x Reader Prompt

❖ BNHA/MHA, Bakugo x genderless reader

❖ Drabble, Series, Fluff, established relationship

❖ Tw: Alcohol consumption

❖ wc:534

❖ Drink alcohol from anothers lips writing prompt

❖ Masterlist Part two coming soon~ ❖

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Rating of 18+ for alcohol consumption, All included in fic are aged up to college or older in my au~

. ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

The moment Denki mentioned it Bakugo was already sneering in disgust. The intentions of such a game when in such a mixed crowd of pronouns was obvious, the electric boy expected himself to get lucky enough to get some action with a “goddess” this way. Bakugo himself was never one for drinking, the only reason he had even been roped into this party at all was Kirishima had brought YOU. The knowledge of you going without him? To a drinking party hosted by a couple of pervs? Like hell he was going to let that happen, which is how he was now sitting on the couch scowling at the brightness of the multicolored flashing lights that still didnt seem to light up this dim room. Things however could have been worse, at least this time the extras were for the most part people who he could tolerate, and he had one arm over the couch back behind you. Although as Grape bastard asked if you would participate in the game, Bakugo had to restrain a snarl from escaping his chest. Faster than he could implode you spoke up agreeing to play if…and only if Bakugo would play as your partner. Staring at you dumbfounded the blonde missed the waitresses arriving in the karaoke room with the first round of alcohol. The expectancy in your eyes and the nervous way you chewed on your lip, or maybe seductive way had him subconsciously nodding his consent before he realized. “How the hell this thing work?” Denki had short circuited nearly at him agreeing, so it was Kirishima who pipped up in answer, smiling from ear to ear. “So one of you takes a drink, usually the person who everyone thinks would be the top. Then you kiss and feed the drink to your partner!” Had it not been for him knowing no alcohol had touched anyones lips Bakugo would have refused. Consent couldn’t be given by someone who was inebriated in his hero book, but you both were completely sober. Still he almost backed out yelling at them all for their assumed of who was top and who was bottom, when he suddenly felt your warm-soft, sweet lips seal over his. Eyes wide in surprise Bakugo nearly choked before the fruity alcohol swirled through his mouth burning its way into his senses. The room was soon filled with elated screams and cheers, and a grumble from Grape boy, as growling Bakugo used his height to dwarf you. Roughly cupping your cheek and deepening the kiss, laying his claim as he swiped every drop of alcohol and air from your mouth and lungs.

“Stupid…see only losers need alcohol to get an excuse to kiss someone.” He scoffed tugging you closer and letting you catch your breath a smirk covering his flushed face. Leaning in to nip and bite at your throat for once not caring who saw. “Before you get drunk now, I want your permission to keep kissing you like that all night long bottom~” Your shuddery nod was all he needed before diving back in for another rougher kiss, needing to assert to the others your lips would be only for him to taste tonight.

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kemistre · 11 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 -> taglist here!

synopsis. what happens when the number one hero, all might, dies of unknown causes? what happens when his number one student and inheritor of OFA, midoriya izuku, finally snaps to become one of the most wanted villains in japan? through a series of stories with interconnected worlds, we see just how dangerous the new number hero, deku, can truly be.

content warnings. future!AU, she/her pronouns, descriptions of blood, descriptions of blood, descriptions of violence/fighting, description of deaths, cursing, character death, heartbreak, panic attacks, some 18+ stuff but those chapters will not add to the overall plot of the story!!, tba -> word count. tba

author’s note. okay so i made a lil masterlist for all the stories :3 i'm so excited for this, kicking my feet back and forth for real hehe -> prologue here! please read this before you read any of these stories!

MIDORIYA IZUKU. | LOST SOUL

synopsis. in which izuku slowly dissolves into madness after his mentor was killed and his girlfriend left him alone. soon, he meets y/n, someone who promised him the world and more when no one else would

TODOROKI SHOTO. | THE ART OF EYE CONTACT

synopsis. in which shoto tries to make his high school crush happy after the public breakup between her and the no.1 hero, deku, through thick and thin shoto vowed to protect her because even though he thought he’d gotten rid of those feelings, they all came rushing back after he became friends with her all over again

BAKUGOU KATSUKI. | WITH YOUR HANDS

synopsis. in which katsuki is accused for blowing up the shopping mall, this leads to him being put on the downlow, so, he’s assigned to protect y/n and through their time together, they feel more for each other bit by bit

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU. | DEAFENING

synopsis. in which eijirou goes about his life with his high school sweetheart, y/n, in the forms of missions, dates, proposals, the adoption of a daughter, and death

KAMINARI DENKI. | LEFTOVERS

synopsis. in which denki goes through the heartbreak of losing his girl to one of his best friends, dealing with his changing friendships, and the stress of being a third year at UA but one day, a few years into the future while leaving the bar, he saves and meets y/n, someone he begins the care for like he cared for the girl at UA

SHINSO HITOSHI. | TIL THE END

synopsis. in which hitoshi teaches the next generation of pro heroes in class 1-A along with his teacher in training, y/n, someone who prioritizes the wellbeing of her students before anything else

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cielcius · 1 year

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CHAPTER NINE routinely break

SYNOPSIS the repairman receives an advance from his lover.

FROM THE WRITER i didn’t even realize how long it’s been since an update but i luv this au too much to let it sit undone

NOTES & WARNINGS cafeworker!reader, mentions of eating and drinking

SERIES the shoe repairman & his lover

Katsuki feels that he’s fallen fast—too fast—and he has.

It’s 4:30 in the late afternoon. The spring sun is just starting to set for the day in a glory of bright rays and cotton candy skies, and Katsuki thinks it can’t go any slower than it has been the whole day.

It’s not hard to remember the last time he felt this exhausted. He knows the feeling all too well: the yearn for the sigh of relief to a done day, the click of the lock to his shop, and the climb of the stairs at the back of the shop so he could find solace in the chair set by the bay window of his home.

His home is right above his shop. There was absolutely no need for him to venture outside. Yesterday was Sunday, and Sunday was his Everything Day.

Clean his home, check everything off of his grocery list for the week, wash and fold the laundry, and occasionally deep clean his kitchen and bathroom.

There is nothing that needs to be done outside, is what he tells himself as he locks up his shop for the day—from the outside. Go home and rest, is what he tells himself to do as he pockets his keys in his coat and pivots on his heels. Have a nice, quiet evening, is what he tells himself as his feet find a familiar path to a place he has no business being unless he wanted to spend another hefty six dollars on coffee he doesn’t even drink that often.

I want a sweet drink. Katsuki really wishes he had ordered a sweeter drink the first time around as he looks at you and nods when you smile and ask, “The usual?” But he finds that he genuinely can’t say no, especially to a smile like that.

He doesn’t miss the way you linger when you hand him his dark, batman brooding coffee, hand warm on the nearly scalding beverage. And that smile again. He’s lucky to have turned away in time as his own smile pushes through, breaking the barrier before he reseals the cracks, already going through the subconscious motions of tearing through at least three sugar packets.

And like last week (and the week before that, and before that, and before that…), he’ll take a seat in his usual spot, sipping his still-too-bitter coffee as he waits for 6:30 to roll around. He pulls out more work in the meantime, sifting through the countless invoices and bills that keeps his business afloat, all while you finish your shift.

He knows it’s time to leave when you comedically waft a crisp chocolate croissant under his nose, bringing his eyes to you and your other hand where you hold a matching pastry. The added sweetness is not minded alongside the reward of your presence.

The two of you don’t stay long, only until you’ve both finished your pastries before he walks you to your apartment, ears tinged red which he’ll blame on the cold that does the same to his nose. He looks forward to the walk back to your apartment as much as he loathes it. He doesn’t like having to say goodbye to you.

Though despite his distaste for farewells, he uniformly turns to you once outside the lobby doors of your apartment building, waving off the fact that he waits an hour for you to get off work and walk you home as a safety concern. But it really does feel worth it when he watches your eyes crinkle cutely at the corners with happiness, voice warm and inviting as you thank him.

He nods, lets out a hum of acknowledgement, and waits to watch you walk through your lobby safely before turning to make his own way home. Except you don’t walk away, not for another minute.

Katsuki always has his eyes on you, whether he’s aware of it himself or not, but he can tell there’s disturbance in yours, as if you were contemplating something. And oh, is he in for a surprise.

“Would you like to come up for a bit? Maybe for a drink.. or… dinner?”

Ho-ly. Shit. is what Katsuki tells himself as he turns to follow you inside.

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angelplummie · 2 years

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the trials and tribulations of falling in love with an unstoppable slut: MASTERLIST

after your boyfriend disappoints you for the last time, you seek comfort in the arms of your college’s resident man slut : katsuki bakugou. after your night together, you can’t get him out of your head. but there’s no possible way he feels the same… is there?

CW: smut, break ups, toxic exs, tall reader, slut shaming but it’s fun, bisexual bakugou, angst, fwb/situationship, more will be added

chapter 1 : the break up

chapter 2 : new and exciting

more chapters soon!

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thegrimreaper-probably · 2 years

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Chapter 3: Bite out of U.A

Masterlist

Summary: first day of ua

Trigger warning: talks briefly about feeing helpless and nightmares bc Bakugo definitely has trauma from the attack.

“KIDS WAKE THE HELL UP! FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL I NEED PHOTOS!” Mom yells and I finish putting my pants on and leave. God I hate pictures, I go downstairs and start to eat.

“I love today! Mama gives us steak and chum for breakfast!” Ruby says.

“Ruby your wrong! We have school, and you know what that means?” Grim grumbles, Ruby shakes her head innocently.

“Means you get homework!” Bruce says and drowns a cup of chum. Ew.

“You know you guys get it easy, I don’t even have recess anymore.” Vixen says as she puts some plates away.

“I like school.” Meg says.

“That cause your a loser.” Lenny says in a teasing voice.

“Well if that makes me a loser then not liking school makes you an imbecile.” Meg says back.

“What does that even mean?” Lenny says while Fin, Scarlet and Lou come in.

“Means your scared of Santa Claus!” Fin says we all turn to him.

“No that claustrophobic, Meg said imbecile.” Lou says.

“Ohhh.” Fin says and sits down.

“Imbecile means umm. You have a baby in your tummy!” Scarlet says.

“No- that’s not-. Okay Claustrophobic is being scared of small places, imbecile means stupid and not infant. Infant is a baby not in the tummy and when a baby is in the tummy it’s called fetus.” Dad says and takes a long sip of coffee.

“So pictures?” Mom says with her phone ready. We all go outside and take pictures. Mom takes her pictures and everyone goes back inside but me, ma and dad.

“We got you a gift, I know it’s not the best but here.” She says and hands me a hoodie. It’s was a new heating hoodie, I smile and hug them.

“Thank you, I got to go I love you bye.” They waves and wishes me a great day. I walk over to Katsuki and we talk.

“New heating hoodie?” He ask and I nod. We walk into class and sit beside each other. Katsuki leans back and puts his feet on the desk.

“Take your feet of off the table it’s rude.” This guy has some balls. I laugh at him with Katsuki rolling his eyes.

“Fuck off.” Katsuki says. The guy’s eyes look like they’re going to fall right out.

“Take your feet off of that desk now!” He does some arm things. I put my feet on the desk and he goes ballistic.

“It's the first day and you both are already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you cretin!”

“You're kidding me, right?” Katsuki scoffs and shakes his head.

“Your old school put a stick up your ass? Or were you born with it?” The guy stare at us as if we were murders.

“Don’t fuckin tell me what to do before you find more then that stick up your ass.” I smirk showing of my teeth.

“Let's start over. I’m Tenya Iida from the Somei Private Academy.”

“Somei, huh?” Katsuki asks.

“No one asked.” I say back

“So you must think you’re better than us. I’m gonna have fun tearin' you a new one.” He smirks. Iida gasp at us.

“You would threaten me? Your own classmate?Are you sure you're in the right place?” Iida ask.

“Yeah we would, and we’ll do it again. Leave before I bite into your artery.” I further prove my point with chopping my jaw.

“Oh no.” Iida look over at the door to see Midoriya talking?? What the-.

“Uh, hi.” He waves, Katsuki growls and snaps a pencil. I pull out my phone and scroll through my feed.

“Good morning! My name is Tenya Iida from.” Midoriya cuts him off.

“Yeah, I‐I know. I’m Izuku Midoriya. It's super nice to meet you.”

“Midoriya. You realized that there was something more to the practical exam, didn't you?” Iida asks.

“Huh?” He questioned Iida.

“You must be very perceptive. And I completely misjudged you, I admit. As a student, you're far superior to me.” Iida says.

“Everyone here is superior to you.” I says and Iida gasp with Katsuki laughs.

“Um. I find that hard to believe that I am.” Midoriya says. Some other girl comes over to them and talks which I have no care for.

“How the fuck he get in?” He’s pissed, more then ever.

“Don’t know. Do you feel anything?” I response and close my phone.

“Nah must be your quirk.” He sits back and looks outside.

“I’m pretty sure it’s broccoli head causing this.” He nods his head and continues to think.

“If you're just here to make friends then you can pack up your stuff now.” Sensei says, popping out his decks.

“Ah!” Some kid screams.

“Welcome to UA's hero course.” He says and sucks on a pouch.

“What is that thing?” Some kids says.

“Shut up!” I yell, I’m getting a headache from this.

“It took eight seconds before you all shut up. That's not gonna work. Time is precious. Rational students would understand that.” The teacher says.

“Who is this guy?” Midoriya asks.

“If he's here, then he must be some kinda pro.”

“But he looks so worn out.”

“What's his deal?”

“Why are we in a classroom full of idiots.” I mutter to Katsuki.

“Hello, I'm Shota Aizawa. Your teacher.” Sensei says then a bunch of kids gasp.

“Excuse me but why are you all surprised about that? Like, your all going to be heroes and you can’t figure out that he’s our teacher? And I thought I’d actually be with more smart people.” I say bunch of kids gasp or whatever.

“Right, let's get to it. Put these on and head outside.” He says I get up and go to the locker room and head outside.

“What?! A Quirk assessment test! But orientation! We're gonna miss it!” I lean on a wall with Katsuki as the girl from earlier talks.

“If you really wanna make the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies. Here at UA, we're not tethered to traditions. That means that I get to run my class however I see fit.” He says, he looks over to us and continues.

“ You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives. But you never got to use your Quirks in physical exams before. The country's still trying to pretend we're all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational. Bakugo, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in Junior High?” He asks Katsuki thinks.

“219 feet.” I answer, I remember because I got 220 so he had to buy my food.

“What she said.”

“Right. Try doing it with your Quirk. Anything goes, just stay in the circle.” Katsuki nods and grab the ball and chucks it with his explosions yelling die.

“All of you need to know your maximum capabilities. It's the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero.” The ball lands about 2312 feet away. Katsuki walks back and I high-five him. The kids keep talkin and I watch some birds fly by. I tune back in the conversation.

“Like I said, I get to decide how this class runs. Understand? If that's a problem, you can head home right now.” He stare and waits.

“You can't send one of us home! I mean, we just got here! Even if it wasn't the first day, that isn't fair!” Shorty says.

“So what? You think life’s fair? The shit you say keep surprising me, I mean come on. Your here to be a hero correct?” I says, it’s pisses me off that people are like this.

“Yes but-.” I walk over and cut her off. My shadow engulfing her short frame.

“I’m not done. The concept of being a hero is unfair. And honestly if you’re learning this now, you might want to quit well your ahead.” I look down at her and she whimpers.

“Now then. We're just wasting time by talking. Let the games begin.” Sensei says. I start at the runner with Iida and a pink girl.

“1, 2, 3, go!” The robot says, I round to about 4 seconds. Swimming and running are similar yet different.

“Wow she didn’t even use her quirk!” Yellow hair kid says.

“She has to be the fastest here!” Spiky red hair says. Then the pink girl comes over to me.

“Nice job! I’m Mina Ashido!” She smiles at me.

“Thank you, I’m y/n Fuka.” I smile back.

“Testing the upper limits of their powers helps me assess their room for growth. It becomes clear what they can and can't do. Their true potential. Sometimes, pros have to be creative in order to succeed.” Sensei says all the other kids do the running with Midoriya getting last.

We move over to a strength test. I wonder if I can use my jaw?

“Hey Sensei? What’s the breaking point of these? I don’t want to break them.” I ask and some kids wonder towards me.

“Not sure, it’s fine if you break it we have more.” I nod and thank him. Katsuki pulls it out of my hand and wash it with water. Not that it helps, but it’s the thoughts that counts.

“Don’t chip a tooth idiot.” He hands it back and I chop it with all 18,216 newtons! It break and of course a tooth falls out.

“OMG!” Ashido says.

“ARE YOU OKAY?” Red haired kid ask.

“HOW MUCH WAS THAT?” The girl I yelled at earlier asks.

“YOUR TOOTH!!!!” Ashido says and grabs my face and opens my jaw.

“Mphmph.” I try to say.

“Your bleeding! It’s not to bad, that’s go to the nurse!” I gently push her off and see Katsuki hand me water. I drank some.

“I’m okay, thank you Ashido. My teeth fall out all the time, no big deal.”

“Freaky~” some purple dude says

“My quirk is shark so I’ll get my replacement tooth in soon.” I pick up my tooth and the test and throw it away.

“It was 18,216 newtons by the way. I can control how much but meh.” I shrug the red hair kid comes over to me.

“I’m Ejiro Kirishima! You got one manly bite!” I thank him and we move on to the other tests.

Basic test are over so we move onto the ball throwing test. I get called over and think about it. I could use my tail as a bat to hit the ball. Sounds like a plan! I throw the ball up and jump. I spin around and hit the ball with my tail. I head over to Katsuki and we high five. Midoriya goes up which I roll my eyes.

“If Midoriya doesn't shape up soon, he's the one going home.” Iida says I laugh.

“Huh? Of course he is. He's a Quirkless loser.”

“Hey! Just because he’s quirkless doesn’t make him a loser. But yeah he’s a loser.”

“He has a Quirk.” The girl who I now learned is Uraraka says.

“Huh?” We question.

“Did you not hear about what he did in the entrance exam?” Iida asks.

“I must be really really high right now.” I says. Iida goes to say something but can’t.

“I won't let them down.” Midoriya whispers. He throws the ball but it only goes a few feet.

“Uh... What gives? I was trying to use it just now.” He asks and looks at his hands.

“I erased your Quirk. The judges for this exam were not rational enough. Someone like you should never be allowed to enroll at this school.” Sensei says.

“Wait, you did what to my‐‐ Ah! Those goggles. I know you! You can look at someone and cancel out their powers. The Erasure Hero. Eraser Head!” I shake my head.

“Eraser? Who's that?” Someone ask.

“Oh, I've heard of him. I think he works on the down‐low.” Tsu who I’ve talked to during the jumping test.

“He’s a underground hero, which are the best in my opinion.”

“Really? You seem to be the type to like All Might and stuff.”

“Most underground heroes are actual heroes they don’t do it for fame or money. Also I don’t really like All Might he’s just to much for me.” Midoriya gasps at me and Sensei continues.

“Were you planning to break your bones again?Counting on someone else to save your useless body?” He raise his eyebrow.

“No! That's not what I was trying to do!”

“No matter what your intentions are, you would be nothing more than a liability in battle. You have the same reckless passion as another overzealous hero I know. One who saved 1,000 people by himself and became a legend. But even with that drive, you're worthless, if you can only throw a single punch before breaking down. Sorry, Midoriya. With your power, there's no way you can become a hero.”

“Finally talking some sense” I whispered to Katsuki.

“I've returned your impractical Quirk. Take your final throw. Hurry and get it over with.”

“He threw it over 700 meters!” A kid with a electricity quirk of some sorts says.

“Nice, he's finally showing us his true power!” Kirishima says.

“But his finger appears to be broken now. Just like in the exam. This Quirk is very odd.” Iida says.

“It wasn't a very pretty throw.” Uraraka says.

“What the hell was that?” Katsuki growls.

“If he had a Quirk, he would've gotten it when we were kids! This is impossible! He's up to something.” Katsuki breathing fastens.

“Big time.” I say, I get ready to pounce on Katsuki if need be.

“I'm getting to the bottom of this. Hey! Deku, you bastard! Tell me how you did that, or you're dead!” Katsuki goes over and I jump to tackle him down but fall face first.

“What? Why the hell is your damn scarf so strong?”

“Ow.” I say in the dirt.

“Because it's a capture weapon made out of carbon fiber and a special metal alloy. Stand down.” Sensei says, Kirishima comes over and picks me asking if I’m okay I nod.

“It'd be wise to avoid making me use my Quirk so much. It gives me serious dry eye.” He continues.

“Next time can I get a warning when you use that? I’m too use to having to tackle him. Pain in my ass.”

“IM THE FUCKING PAIN IN THE ASS? YOU FUCKING BIT ME THE OTHER DAY!”

“AND I’LL DO IT AGAIN!” Kirishima holds me back as I get up to bite him.

“YOU WOULDN’T-.” The scarf cuts him off. Sensei groans.

“What are you? Five year olds?”

“Sorry Sensei, got caught up in the moment.” I say and calm down. He nods and we move on with Sensei let go of the scarf making Katsuki fall.

“All right, time to give the results. I've ranked you all from best to worst. You should probably have a good idea of your standing already. I'll just pull up the whole list. It's not worth going over each individual's score.” He says, the screen loads.

“Who the fuck-.” Katsuki says.

“Well at least we didn’t end up last.” I say, I got 4rd place with Katsuki getting 3rd.

“Tch.”

“And I was lying, no one's going home. That was just a rational deception to make sure you gave it your all in the tests.” Sensei says the group gasps beside a few.

“I'm surprised the rest of you didn't figure that out. I'm sorry. I guess I probably should have said something.” The girl who placed first says.

“No then some of these meat heads wouldn’t have tried as hard as they did. Whole point of this was to figure out your breaking point. I wouldn’t have done the whole breaking machines otherwise.” I say she smiles back and nods.

“That was pretty nerve‐wracking, huh?” A guy with a black bolt in his hair says.

“Nah, I'm always down for a challenge.” Kirishima says.

“That's it. We're done for the day. Pick up a syllabus in the classroom. Read it over before tomorrow morning.” We leave and change. Katsuki and I walk out and walk to his house.

“Hi Katsuki, y/n!” Mitsuki says

“Heyo!” I say as she gives me a hug.

“Aww your growing up so fast. I remember when you two would run around and play heroes.” She says and walks over to the Kitchen to finish cleaning. We go upstairs and sit, me on the bed and him on the desk chair.

“What were you talking about earlier?”

“It’s weird, usually I feel my normal sense of stuff. Phones, tvs ya know. But this time Midoriya was buzzing with it, I couldn’t even stand near him without feeling sick. I mean even that electricity guy didn’t make me as sick.” I say and lean back into the bed. He nods and thinks.

“To be honest it felt the same as that day with you know.” Katsuki hated talking about the sludge villain, he often got nightmares about it. His mother told me about it to see if I could help.

“With All Might?”

“Yeah but it was less if that make sense? All Might compared to Midoriya was less intense. I don’t know what we’re going to do.”

“Stay away from him. If he goes near you I’ll fucking kill him.”

“Thought you were a hero?” I raise my eyebrow and we laugh.

“Shut up.” We finish talking about random stuff and I later head home. After dinner with my family and the chaos of everything is done I go to bed.

“Shit tomorrow going to suck.” I roll over to my side and sleep.

Part 4

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha #bnha quirks #bnha x shark reader #bnha x y/n #mha #shark quirk #mha x shark reader #shark reader #shark #bnha series #mha series

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habken · 5 months

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Deku and Aang !! They’d be bffs !

#bnha #mha #atla #avatar the last airbender #midoriya izuku #atla aang #aang #deku #crossover #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #habs art #doodles #continuing my series where deku meets every other mc and they become besties

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twinstarburst · 1 month

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"do you have bnha ship opinions" i guess

#i wanted to make a dumb meme for a new pinned #this is basically all i know about the series these days tbh.#bnha #bakudeku #togachako #op

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blooberrries · 2 years

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『midnight, midsummer』 — three

— pairing: shoto x reader — tags: university au, urban fantasy au, selkie shoto, accidental marriage (lmfao), faerie antics, 18+ — wc: 2.5k — notes: ehe

“I have no intention of forcing you into anything,” Shoto says evenly, expression neutral despite the roiling depths of his mismatched eyes. He seems to hesitate slightly before he continues. “Let me propose something, then. A bargain.” Your eyebrows shoot up before you’re able to stop them. Shoto is offering to enter a faerie bargain with you? As though he can see the cogs turning in your head, the corner of his lips lifts in a half smile. He breathes in deeply, closing his eyes a moment before he lets the air go and meets your gaze once more. “If you find that you do not have any feelings for me at all, come Midsummer’s Eve, then I will dissolve this marriage and leave you be.” ----You get a little more than you bargained for when you knock some poor guys coat off his chair in the library. You pick it up and give it back to him, of course, because that's what anyone would do, right? Well, apparently not when it comes to selkies.

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When you return home, there is something sitting on the doorstep. A familiar box, and a small, wrapped and potted orchid.

For a moment you sort of just stand and stare, the kind of stare you’ve witnessed when someone has absolutely nothing going on upstairs. Blinking, you reach down, taking the box into your hold, and crack it open.

Familiar gleaming pearl peeks at you for the briefest moment before you snap the lid shut and pinch your face into a grimace. What exactly where you expecting? There’s no way you could have looked at that box and not known it was the very same one you’d been proposed to with just days prior.

There isn’t any time to dwell on it though, because the front door is suddenly swung open before you. Like a woman possessed, your arm whips and you cram the ring into the pocket of your jacket, your back shooting straight.

Your uncle stares at you for a second, his gaze flicking down before rising to your face. One of his brows lifts.

“What’s the flower for?”

Shit, you forgot about the orchid. Well, it’s not like it would have fit into your pocket anyway.

“Ah…” You scramble for an excuse. “It’s for Yu.”

“Me?” he echoes, fluttering his lashes. You roll your eyes. Bastard knows it’s not for him.

“You can have it if you want, but you’ll have to fight her for it.” You lean down and pick up the potted plant in question, shooting your uncle a smile that you hope is convincing. “I thought it would be nice to get her something since she got me that cake.”

Your uncle scoffs, but steps aside to let you through the threshold nonetheless.

“Then technically you should have gotten me one too – that was my idea, you know?”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” you say, entering and ignoring the scandalised look he directs your way. He follows you as you make your way to the kitchen, discarding the orchid onto the bench as you go.

In the process of grabbing a glass of water, you catch sight of the chaos that has overtaken about three quarters of the kitchen so far. Your uncle must have been cooking before you arrived.

“I’m making lasagne,” he announces bravely, confirming your fears. Anyone listening wouldn’t ever think that the man had never successfully completed an edible (emphasis on edible) dish in his life.

“What’s our backup option?” you ask, leaning against the bench.

“We won’t need it,” he dismisses your worries with confidence. “… But it’s the poke bowl place down the road.”

You nod, but decide to wait until after he has completed the food to bully him.

Your uncle goes back to whatever stage of preparation he was up to before you came, humming as he moves, and you’re left to your own thoughts. Your eyes stray to the orchid before you can stop them, and you’re forced to recall the events of the day.

That expression on his face as you left the lecture hall… your heart sinks at the thought of it. You’re being terrible, honestly. But as much as you resolve yourself to woman-up and apologise, to just talk to the poor guy, you just… can’t. You suspect the reason why your body refuses to listen to you, but you can’t address it without opening a whole other can of worms and you’re really not in the best place for that.

“What’s on your mind, toots?”

Your uncle draws your gaze when he speaks, not looking up from where he is combining ingredients.

“Nothing much,” you utter, before a thought hits you. “What… do you know about selkies?”

Your uncle hums, but thankfully doesn’t give you a suspicious look like you feared he would. “Plenty. There’s a decent number of them in Moonhollow. Why do you ask?”

“There is one in one of my classes, and I just realised I didn’t know much at all about them,” you lie, adding for good measure: “I figured you would be the best person to ask.”

Your uncle straightens, chest puffing slightly with pride. “Well, you’d be right. Hmm… they’re one of the many subsets of the fae faction. They’re quite neutral in their alignment, tend to keep to themselves. They have an interesting set of traditions regarding marriage, though I’ve heard that’s mostly specific to the population here.”

These are mostly things you know, but since you told him that you didn’t know anything you nod along with his words.

He pauses, turning his gaze upward in thought. “Actually, come to think of it, I’m pretty sure Council Member Todoroki’s wife is a selkie. Fae tend to intermarry between the different folk to keep the peace. His son is about your age, you’ve probably seen him around on campus.”

You feel like your heart skips a beat, and try not to let it show on your face. No way. You’re just overthinking. Surely the selkie claiming himself to be your husband is a different guy, completely unrelated to one of the most powerful citizens in the region.

“Maybe. Hard to tell, since they all tend to share similar features.” You say it moreso for your own benefit than anything else, but your uncle’s responding noise of contention makes your stomach dip.

“Well, normally I’d agree with you but he’s pretty distinct. His siblings all look like one or the other, but he’s one of the rare ones that got equal portions of his parents’ genes. He ended up kind of chimeric.”

You feel your heart sink to your toes. That’s him. Even you can’t convince yourself otherwise. There is literally no one else in the city that has split features like Shoto does.

“Is that so…” You kind of what to smack yourself across the face. Isn’t Council Member Todoroki known for his temper and bullheadedness? What if he names and shames you for refusing to marry his son?

Well, technically according to Shoto you’re already married, but that train of thought isn’t exactly helping your stress levels right now so you decide to discard it.

You push off from the bench, dusting flour from your hands. Time to flee. You turn your head his way as you depart from the kitchen.

“I’m gonna go work on my assignments. Call me when the poke bowl is here?”

His indignant sputter follows you up the stairs. “That’s not funny! Keep that up and you won’t get any of my five-star lasagne!”

That’s not much of a loss. For the sake of his pride, however, you decide not to voice that thought and instead ascend to your room with a snort. You do intend to work on your assignments, but considering the realisation you’ve just come to it will be a miracle if you can get your pen to touch paper.

- - -

“You’ve been acting weird.”

You look up, wondering which of your two friends had spoken. Himiko has her mouth attached to her ‘juice’ straw, and she’s not one to talk mid-drink, so your eyes flit towards Toru.

“Have not,” you rebuke, unable to help the huff that follows. Toru rolls her eyes – well, at least you think she does. It’s a bit hard to perceive her. Shadow creatures tend to be very difficult for the mortal eye to see. Since she is a form of demon, though, the spell your uncle cast on your eyes helps a little bit; with it, you can at least roughly discern her features.

“Just ‘cause you can’t see me, doesn’t mean I can’t see you.” She shifts, propping her elbow on the table and leaning her head against her palm. “You’re acting like a nut.”

You turn back to your food, a little embarrassed that your actions are so obvious. This whole situation just keeps creating layers upon layers of discomfort in your life. Your fork stabs into your salad with a little more aggression than necessary, and as a result a small cherry tomato flings off into the distance. You watch it go with a defeated look before turning back to Toru.

“You’ve only known me for a month, what if this is how I normally act?”

Himiko, having finished her drink, chooses now to chime in. “Girl, if you were always this antsy and paranoid then you wouldn’t smell so good. You’d be sour as hell.”

Your hands throw themselves into the air. “Can everyone in this damn city smell me?!”

Both your friends simply nod, and you sink in your seat on the picnic bench, humiliated. Is it too late to leave Moonhollow? Normally you’d argue it’s never too late to do something, but you’re pretty sure your uncle made you enter some dodgy deal to stay here. Sneaky bastard.

“Yeah,” Toru agrees. “Besides, you only started avoiding Shoto Todoroki recently.”

An incriminating grimace crosses your face before you can stop it. This is a situation that you had, quite delusionally, thought you wouldn’t have to divulge to anyone else.

Himiko leans forward, a fanged grin stretching her lips. “Spill, or I’ll snack on you.”

She knows as well as you do that her threats do nothing to scare you; at this point you think the only reason she still attempts it is for the novelty of having a human around to use them on for once.

“There’s nothing to spill,” you say, adamantly.

Toru giggles. “That’s not what half the campus is saying.”

Your heart goes still in your chest. “What?”

Even Himiko seems to be clued in, if the smug look on her face as she leans back is anything to go by.

“You haven’t heard?” You can’t see much of her face, but you do see the shit-eating grin Toru is currently sporting. “Apparently, Lazarus’ third-most eligible bachelor has been taken off the market. He’s found his life partner, they say.”

“His betrothed,” Himiko chimes.

Toru grins. “His wife.”

“His what? Who?” you squeak, attempting to feign ignorance. “Toto Shodoroki? I don’t even know who that is--”

Himiko holds up a hand, using the other to brush silken blonde locks from her face. “Don’t try it, I saw him staring holes into you that time you arrived late for the group meeting. Something happened that day, didn’t it?”

Toru’s hands slam onto the table, making you jump about a foot in fright. “Tell us!”

“All I did was knock his coat off the chair by accident!” You burst, breaking under the pressure. “Then he suddenly showed up with a ring afterwards and said we were married but I don’t even know how or why also I don’t know what the fuck to even do because it has to be some mistake--”

“Sorry, sister,” Toru cuts your maniacal rambling short, reaching to pat you on the shoulder. Her touch feels like water, but leaves no wetness behind. “But that ain’t no mistake. Word is for the clan of selkies here, their coats are a very important aspect of the marriage ritual. And that’s not a can of worms you can close after opening.”

Your face falls into your hands with a mournful groan. You feel your heart beginning to climb your throat again. “Stop. Please stop talking.”

“Better to have a small breakdown now, than a big breakdown later.” Himiko says. Her words are actually oddly kind of sensible, but you’re not about to give her the satisfaction of acknowledging it.

“How about you tell me it’s all just a very long, vivid dream, and I have no breakdown?”

“Nope, sorry babes.” Toru shrugs. “That’s not how this works. Fae can’t lie, so it’s better to get you used to hearing nothing but the truth.”

A sudden but brief wail escapes you, and it’s Himiko this time that pats your back. “There there, pet. With acceptance comes peace... apparently.”

You lift your head just enough to glare at her. “I hate you both. This is incredibly unhelpful -- I’m literally in the middle of a crisis. Have a little empathy.”

“Fuck empathy,” Toru chortles. “I’m jealous, you lucky bitch! Do you know how fine that man is? I went to high school with him, you know.”

“Everyone here went to high school with each other.” You mutter, your face back in your hands. You ignore the fact that there is a shred of truth to her words -- Shoto Todoroki is indeed a very fine looking man.

The night demon continues as though you didn’t say anything at all. “All the Todoroki offspring are good-looking, good-natured kids -- with the slight exception of the oldest Todoroki because he’s a little different -- but Shoto in particular turned out well. Considering the personality on his dad, he definitely could have come out worse.”

“Plus he smells good,” Himiko adds, sighing slightly. “All fae smell sweet, but he smells super scrumptious. What I wouldn’t do to have a taste...”

“What about me?” Toru interrupts, sounding kind of affronted. “You don’t wanna eat me?”

“You smell like smoke and cinnamon,” Himiko informs her. “Still good, but something about fae blood just calls to you. Shit’s like MSG.”

Toru hums, apparently soothed for now and likely reasoning that she can’t compare to MSG. You find yourself wishing that you could melt yourself into the earth. You don’t know what to tell them -- you can’t do this, there has to have been some sort of mistake, or maybe there’s a way out of it since you’re mortal and not bound by the same magic rules? For some reason, even as you think it, you don’t find yourself very convinced.

“What are you afraid of?” Himiko asks. You must have voiced some of your earlier thoughts. “This isn’t a bad thing.”

“Definitely not a bad thing.” Toru interjects. “Unless you count having Enji Todoroki as a father-in-law, because that could go either way, really.”

You chew your words for a moment, before allowing them to enter the air in a soft murmur. “... I didn’t get a choice. This is a huge thing to happen so suddenly, it affects everything, and I... I don’t know what to do.”

The two must share a look, because there is a few moments of silence above you.

“Well, not much you can do about it right now,” Toru says, carding her cool fingers through your hair in a soothing manner; it’s like her digits phase through your strands. “I do have something that might help, though.”

You lift your head, hopeful. She gives you half-smile, nodding to Himiko. “Come to the Marine Quarter with us tomorrow night. The sea-dwellers are celebrating some holiday of theirs and are hosting some huge shin-dig, open to everyone.”

“It will be good to get your mind off of things,” Himiko says, enticing you with your old friend, avoidance.

You take a moment to consider it, but at the prospect of getting blind rotten drunk and forgetting everything for a night, you find yourself happy to accept the invitation. Besides, it’s not a gathering hosted by the fae so you won’t have to stay alert around the food.

“... Alright,” you say, whipping a finger between them. “But I swear if either of you leave me alone to go feed or... whatever it is you shadow demons do to your prey, then I’m never speaking to either of you again. I will also be changing my name and moving countries.”

Toru cackles. “Whatever. You won’t regret it.”

For some reason, you don’t quite find yourself believing that.

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