#fatgum x you

[mirukosbitchywife]

hawks, miruko, fatgum, midnight and eraserhead x vigilante reader

REPOST the original one got flagged as s3xu4l content even tho it's just fluff :(

vigilante reader is tame basically acting as a pro hero just without the license, mainly focusing on saving people, and therefore none of the heros reallu care. no warnings just pure fluff

hawks/keigo takami:

-keigo would be a vigilante if he wasn't taken in by the commission. 100% he would not have stopped saving lives even if he got in trouble for it. he might even fuck around and manage to get you an actual hero license if you want one, even a fake one to get out of trouble if you need it

-basically. even as the number two hero he's no snitch and in fact really respects what you do. you guys probably met trying to save the same civilian or something and hit it off immediately

-he lets you follow him on patrols, absolutely no fucks. almost everyone thinks you're just one of his sidekicks and you basically act as one without the hero license. would just use his feathers to carry you away from any particularly hard ass heros (cough endeavor cough) if he needs to

-doesn't have a lot of friends but the ones he does have know all about you (including everything keigo gushes to them about you ugh) and they also don't care, they trust him as a person and a hero so by default they trust you

-probably also insists on training you but most of your spars end up in making out because he has no self control when it comes to you but you're not complaining

-end of day routine with keigo would def start with you two dancing in keigos living room, he just sweeps you up and starts dancing out of no where, doesn't even need music, the sound of you laughing at his antics is music enough for him, you've come to expect it every day when he comes home and it's one of the things you miss most when he's gone on a longer mission

-your rough days always end with you flying, even if you can fly using your own quirk, there's something about being held to the chest of the man you love while he flys through the night sky, placing unwavering trust in him to not let you fall while you admire the stars always makes your heart full, and for keigos rough days, you always preen his feathers, he's not used to anyone touching them besides his fans grabbing at him, so nothing relaxes him more than the feeling of your fingers in his feathers, straightening and adjusting them for him as you go

miruko/rumi usagiyama:

-is so aggressively supportive of the vigilante thing she'd see you out beating the shit out of a villain and be like BEAT THEIR ASS BABE GET EM

-insists on you training with her. if you want to be a vigilante you gotta be in shape enough to go toe to toe with the number 5 pro hero

-absolutely kicks your ass in training but it's okay bc she gives you kisses every time you win a match <3

-if you're not immediately recognizable as a vigilante she Will take you to the boring hero shit she has to go with. no one's willing to get close enough to you besides hawks, because if you're with her she'll glare down anyone who tries to approach her and hawks is the only one brave enough to get closer (she also trusts hawks the most out of all of them and knows hes no snitch)

-has a sixth sense for when you're in trouble, so if you're ever in over your head in the same city as her ur opponent better start praying

-on especially hard days for you, rumi gives a mean back massage that leaves you putty in her hands, on rumis hard days you always do her hair. she finds it so relaxing and loves the styles you do on her and will proudly wear whatever you did as long as she can

fatgum/taishiro toyomitsu:

-taishiro is just That Guy yk u guys probably met because he picked you up by your scruff during a fight you were losing and he jumped in all heroic like *swoons*

-him being That Guy /pos and all his only reaction after dealing with the villain is to put you down and be like woah. hello person i have never seen in my life before this very second right now. you should hurry along i don't want any civilians caught in the cross hairs when the police arrive. anyway random stranger i've never seen ever you should totally come by my hero agency and train in case you know. you get caught close to another villain attack

-guys got a heart proportional to the rest of him how could you not do anything for him he's sunshine personified. if he said jump you'd ask how high he's just got that affect

-he's probably the most chill pro hero aside from like. aizawa. you know how like the bigger the dog the more chill they get (usually). yeah same affect with him he minds his business stays in his lane does heroic deeds on the reg yk

- his favorite thing to do with you is spend time with you laying on top of him <33 he usually takes up all the space on wherever he's lying but no complaints can be heard when you get to cuddle on top of him all night

-end of day routine with taishiro would pretty much be him coming home from work, flopping on the couch, and dragging you to lay on top of him to doze until the food he ordered arrives (even if you wanted to there's no way you could cook for tai after work, you'd have a hard enough time cooking for Any pro hero let alone one who's quirk is dependent on food)

-your rough days usually entail you crawling inside his shirts to be closer to him (in my mind his clothes are probably usually baggy because they need to be able to withstand his full size and after a day at work he'd probably be at least somewhat smaller) and him allowing you to curl up on him like a cat (he probably also pets ur hair like a cat but we don't need to mention that), his rough days probably entail something like baking treats together!! he seems like the kind of guy who really really enjoys quality time with a s/o and combining that with food? his bad day melts away immediately

midnight/nemuri kayama:

-honestly you're probably not even the first vigilante she's dated, if there's one thing nemuri is gonna do it's whatever the fuck she wants lmao

-she's def the type of person to be like rules are meant to be broken

-nemuri LOVES going out with you, you better pray you don't have a recognizable face because there's no way you're getting out of going out to dinner and her dragging you shopping and her showing you off any chance she gets(not that you'd want to get out of that stuff i mean. it's nemuri)

-nemuri prefers working night shifts even when not working at ua so she can force you to take a break when she takes hers and she always packs you food <3

-she also prefers night shifts so you both can protect each other, shadowing one another in case one of you gets over your heads, the other one never being too far

-she probably has a lot of cats and by default they're your cats so usually while nemuris gone at ua you're playing with her cats. (nemuri probably has hundreds of pictures of you with a cat on top of you after you fell asleep)

-her favorite time of day is when you're both home and sweaty from fighting, your end of day routine always starts with taking a bath together, washing grime off the other, using the tenderness to reset your minds after a long day

-she loves to pamper you, do your nails, face masks, anything you want ,and uses her quirk slightly on you after a particularly rough day, and for her rough days you always make sure she gets a foot massage and glass of wine with a book <3

eraserhead/shouta aizawa:

-same shit different day yeah? he probably mostly has vigilante friends if we're honest (aside from hizashi and nemuri of course)

-is definitely used to dealing with vigilantes both a professional and unprofessional sense, nothing you can do will shock him, and you can always count on him to save your ass when things go south, it's like he has a second quirk with the way he's able to sense when you're either about to do something stupid or about to die. usually both.

-you guys patrol at night together, you both prefer working when you know the other is somewhere nearby in case things go south, and more often than not you take cases on together (although Technically it's just him on the paperwork)

-omg what if you guys meet because he saw you feeding a cat and snuck up on you only for you to. notice him? holy shit?? you could sense his presence?? he was flabbergasted. that like never fucking happens

-end of day routine is you bullying him into a shower with you and him making you wash his hair as payment. literally a fucking cat. we both know he wouldn't shower after patrol alone he'd just go to sleep.

-your rough days always end up with you in a caterpillar looking ass sleeping bag with shouta but you'd have it no other way. his rough days are full of cat cafes. they just relax him like nothing else

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Expecting: Life with their Pregnant Partner

Featuring Aizawa, Fatgum and Hawks

Aizawa x pregnant GN! Reader; Fatgum x pregnant GN! Reader; Hawks x Pregnant GN! Reader

Warnings: fluff, reader being a little reckless

AN: I was reading through my google docs and found these 😄 absolutely zero clue when I wrote these. Honestly love that for me.

Aizawa

"YN what the hell are you doing?" Shota shouts as he walks in, seeing his heavily pregnant partner perched along the baseboards of class 1-A's dorm floors.

"Shota! Just in time, I need you to change my water bucket. Look how dirty these baseboards are! Can you believe that?" you say, smiling at your husband as you go back to dipping the cloth in the bucket and wiping the soaking cloth along the now sparking boards.

"YN, seriously? I can't leave you alone can I?” He says going to help you up from the ground, fussing over you as you stand.

"You know the doctor said to rest right? I mean you and I were both at the last appointment. I'm pretty sure I heard him say that about 15 times,” he says, looking at you with a scowl as you roll your eyes in response.

"I'll have you know I did rest sweetheart. But then Miydoria came in and asked if I wanted a snack. So I said 'yes let me help you' so then I got up. I walked to the kitchen and noticed some dirt on the floor. So I got the broom out. Then I swept the dirt and noticed a scuff on the baseboards and well we can't have a scuff so I went and got a bucket. Then one scuff turned into two and then three and then five,” you say gesturing to the floor boards.

“YN seriously,” your husband said, crossing his arms over his large chest.

"You really want our baby to be born with filthy floor boards Shota?" You say, crossing your arms and waiting for your husband's reply.

"YN the baby isn't going to be studying the floor boards when they arrive. Plus I think you should be worried about more important things like, and maybe I'm just being dramatic here, but oh I don't know labor perhaps?" Shota says escorting you to the nearest coach the rest. You scoff at your husband once more as Midoriya, Bakugo, Kirishima and Todoroki walk in.

"I'm going to need you all to watch YN for me,” Shota says standing up and walking towards his students

"Excuse me? I'm very capable!” you shout, shocked at your husband's words to his students.

"YN I have a patrol tonight. There is no way I'm leaving you to your own devices. You'll probably end up repainting the whole common area,”he says looking at you.

"Didn't you already by paint YN?” Todoroki says before you quickly interject

"Well would you look at the time! Come on boys, let's go start dinner,” you say waddling towards the teens

"YN you have got to be kidding me right now?!?” Shota says rubbing his temples

"Have a great night love!” you say pushing the boys towards the doors.

Fatgum

"YN I'm home my love",” Taishiro shouts. The apartment smells amazing and he is starving. After a long night fighting crimes and arresting villains, Taishiro only wants two things.

To have a good meal and to see his beautiful partner.

"In here my love! I'm just finishing supper,” you shout as you wipe your hands on your apron.

Taishiro stoped and looked at you. His beautiful partner, pregnant with his baby and making him his favorite meal.

"Honestly I could get use to seeing you pregnant for the rest of my life YN,” Taishiro says pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead lightly.

You giggle and pat his stomach as you head back towards the stove to stir your vegetables.

"Lets get this one out first and then we will talk,” you say rubbing your belly as your stir the food and grab plates.

"Busy day my love?" He asks, washing his hands and sitting at the table.

"I went by the new fish market today and grabbed a huge variety! Then I went to the farmers market and got these and some fresh produce,” you say pointing to the freshly cut bouquet of sunflowers sitting on the table.

"YN I thought the doctor told you to stay away from fish,” he says worryingly.

"Love I can eat some cooked fish but I mostly got it for you! I've been watching this cooking show I wrote down some awesome recipes to try!” you say plating Taishiro's food and setting it in front of him

"Baby you should be resting during the day,” Taishiro says scolding you

You look at him, deadpan. "Babe I literally sit on the coach and write down recipes. I'm not running a marathon," you say rolling your eyes.

"I just worry about you YN. You do so much for me and I want you and the baby to be healthy,” Taishiro says, grabbing your hands and pulling you close.

You smile at your husband and give him a soft kiss. "Taishiro, you have Kirishima and Tamaki check on me at least twice a day when you are at work. Plus you text me every hour. Aizawa even came by last week to make sure I didn't need a snack. I'm well taken care of love!” you say smiling at your husband as he smiles back.

"Ok YN,” Taishiro says smiling as he grabs his fork and begins to eat.

"I did lug the groceries up the 5 flights of stairs today tho,” you say resting your hips against the back of the counter and smiling at your husband as he chokes on his food, quickly reaching for his water.

"YN seriously?!" Taishiro says clearing his throat as his eyes widen on you

"I'm joking babe," you say smiling. Taishiro breathes out a sigh of relief as he goes to take another bite.

"It was only four flights," you say laughing as you walk out of the room, leaving your husband hanging, fork halfway to his mouth.

Hawks

Hawks walks into his apartment to hear music coming from down the hallway. He smiles as he sets his keys down, removing his goggles, headset, boots and coat before heading to see you.

He knows you’re in the baby's room. That's where you've been for the past few days. Your nesting has kicked into full gear as you prepare for the arrival of your baby any day now.

What Hawks doesn't expect is to see you singing 5 feet above the ground, as you balance atop a ladder pounding a nail into the wall.

"Holy crap YN!" He yells as he goes to steady you and you smile down at him.

"Hey baby! So glad your home safe! How was your night?" You say smiling down at your husband

"YN what in the hell are you doing? Get down from there!" Hawks growls as your roll your eyes, setting the hammer on top of the ladder and climbing down.

"Ok I'm down here now what?" you say looking percuriously at your husband.

"Well for one, no more ladder,” Hawks says grabbing the ladder and folding it up, hauling it out of the babies room.

You sigh and follow your husband as he puts the ladder away.

"Keigo I have things to do!” you say your hands now on your hips as your husband glares at you.

"Do I need to put a lock on this door YN? Because I absolutely will!” he says narrowing his eyes at you.

"Keigo the baby is coming and their room isn't finished!" You say pouting and stomping your feet.

You husband sighs and rolls his eyes, walking up to you and pulling you into a hug. He knows how stressed you've been about your babies arrival.

"YN the baby isn't even going to be sleeping in their room remember? You have time love," Hawks says nuzzling your nose.

"Keigo first impressions are everything! And I want to give the baby a tour when we bring them home. And that includes their FINISHED room!" you say with emphasis, throwing your hands in the air.

Keigo looks at your, trying not to laugh at your pure ridiculousness.

"I'll tell you what YN. How about this weekend we do the finishing touches together?" He says as he notices your mood perk up at the suggestion.

"Babe that would be so awesome!" You answer gleefully.

"I mean I have to put the crib, swing and rocker together anyways. Might as well do it all,” he says as he notices your eyes widen and you look away from him.

"YN-"

“Ok so I may have accidently out the swing together,” you say, grinning at your husband.

Hawks sighs, his hand doing to his head, "what in the world am I going to do with you?"

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[billiethepumpkin]

Carry Me: Fatgum x Reader

Warnings: Rated R. This content is intended for readers 18 years or older. If you are a minor, do not interact.

Contains: GN!reader. Just a sweet gesture from Fatgum.

Author's Note: All characters are portrayed to be adults because I am an old fuck :)

"What a day," Fatgum had thought, holding your hand and guiding you through the city.

It hadn't been a particularly bad day. It had just been incredibly long, with Taishiro dragging you through several different sites on your visit to a new city. New restaurants, lots of cute little stores and boutiques, everything that Fatgum could think of when he was planning your weekend getaway. You'd gone on a swim that morning at the beach, followed by lunch and a long walk through town, trying on all the little sundresses you saw in the window. And Taishiro had been incredibly sweet, buying pretty much anything you wanted. You just wished he hadn't dragged you on sung a drawn out adventure today. Well, you couldn't even really say he dragged you, either. You had very clearly stated that you wanted to go with him. You were just exhausted and grumpy after your long day.

And he could tell. Taishiro watched as you stumbled along next to him, ready to settle down and take an afternoon cat nap. Fatgum, with his large frame and intense demeanor, softened at the sight as he tried to slow down for you. He felt at least a little guilty. He could have paced himself a little better so that you'd have time to rest between activities. He was just so excited! He loved going on these adventures, especially with you. You loved the beach. He knew you did. He picked this town specifically for its beautiful beach. But then after lunch, you just kept getting distracted by all the cute little sundresses in the shop windows. And how could he say no to you when you wanted something so simple?

But now, his excitement came back to bite him as your overly tired body trudged along next to him. He could hear the pavement sliding under your feet at you stumbled along.

Your body was so tired. Your legs and feet hurt from walking in sandals all day. Your arms and abs were sore from swimming in the ocean. Ideally, you wanted to just curl up in front of the TV and take a nap, but you would have settled for just sitting down for a minute to rest. You almost said something. You almost whined. But then you thought, what good would it do? Fatgum was so excited on this trip, you didn't think there would be any stopping him.

And just as you thought that, you felt his strong hands wrap around your waist and lift you up, as if you were made of feathers. "What--" you stammered as you were lifted into the air. Taishiro settled you on top of his shoulders and held onto you by your legs. You felt instant relief as you settled your weight onto him. You smiled instinctively. "That's better, huh?" he teased. "I thought you could use a rest."

You smiled at him again, unsure of what to say. Were you tired enough that your brain wasn't working? Nope. It was just him. You realized then that he had been paying attention. You should have just spoken up a long time ago. "Thank you," you finally decided to respond.

He carried you like that the rest of the walk to your hotel.

#mha #bnha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fluff #bnha fluff #mha fatgum #bnha fatgum #fatgum x reader #fatgum x yn #fatgum #fatgum x you

[stillalittlelostngl]

Fatgum/Reader Oneshot

Fatgum losses his protective fat and stresses his s/o tf out - another oldie that I will come back to rework

They glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time in the past hour, unlocking their phone screen for the upteenth time just to feel their insides twist when they saw that they didn’t have any missed texts or calls. Taishiro was late and they felt the anxiety swell in their chest with each minute that passed. 

Him being late wasn’t that unusual, he often got caught up in a conversation with another pro or a civilian on his way home or he had to finish some last minute paperwork. However, he’d always send a text or call if he thought he’d be even a minute late getting back home. They had thought the whole thing to be a bit ridiculous, messaging or calling to say you’ll be home at 6:35pm instead of 6:30pm was just a tad excessive, however, they hadn’t realized how much those calls and texts had gave them peace of mind until they had to go without them. 

Placing the phone back on the coffee table they ran their hands through their hair and wore their bottom lip between their teeth as they debated what to do. They didn’t want to seem too clingy or overbearing by calling him - perhaps he had just forgotten. It happens to everyone, no big deal. They shouldn’t be getting so bent out of shape over something so small. He’s a pro-hero, he’s a busy man and probably just got caught up at the agency. Even knowing this they couldn’t stop the little voice that whispered in the back of their head and brought up how anything could happen to a pro-hero during their shifts, for all they knew he could’ve been seriously injured or worse. 

Taking a deep breath they closed their eyes and tried to focus on the rational thoughts as opposed to giving in to their anxieties. Taishiro had always poked fun at them for being so quick to worry about things, now that they thought about it it’s probably why he checked in with them so often. 

They had been debating if they should call him or not when their phone screen lit up. The relief was instantaneous when they saw his name pop up on the caller ID and they were quick to rush to answer the phone, fumbling and nearly dropping it in their eagerness. 

“Hey,” they answered breathlessly. They wanted to kick themselves for how out of sorts they probably sounded and with how quickly they had answered Taishiro would without a doubt know they had been sitting around waiting for his call. 

“Hey, Sweetheart,” they couldn’t help but notice how tired he sounded, “Sorry I’m running late, I just left the agency. There was some last minute things to do, I should be home in thirty minutes or so.” 

“Is something wrong?” They had grow tense upon hearing him answer the phone. Normally he was so energetic, a tired Tiashiro was something they didn’t encounter often. They had only heard the drowsy tone in his voice a handful of times, each was when a fight with a villain had gone worse than he had anticipated or an investigation was becoming far too taxing. 

“No, it was just a long day,” the response was accompanied by a light chuckle, one that could almost be described as nervous...

They didn’t buy the excuse for a second but decided to let it go for now, “Alright, I’ll see you when you get home.”  Being able to see him in person would be better for them to try and get a straight answer out of him, besides, they really did want him to hurry home. They felt a little ridiculous for missing him when they hadn’t even been away from each other for a full day but it was probably due to the anxiety that was eating away at them earlier.  

“I won’t keep you waiting any longer,” he promised, “see you then. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

The call ended with a soft click and they finally were able to let out their sigh of relief. He was fine and he was on his way home. Well, maybe he wasn’t perfectly fine, but he was able to be on his way home so that’s all they had been needing to hear. 

Looking at the clock they decided to begin working on dinner for the both of them. With how tired he sounded it was likely he lost some of his fat reserve, looking through their kitchen pantry they began forming ideas of what to make that would help solve that issue. If they got lucky it would be done by the time he got home. 

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Taishiro had to practically drag himself up the steps to the front door of their home. The fight with the villain had taken a lot out of him but while he was left battered and bruised he was no worse for wear. At least in his own humble opinion, the doctors and nurses had thought otherwise but it wasn’t something some food and some sleep couldn’t fix. 

He had been tempted to stay overnight in the hospital, if only to avoid the expenditure of energy he had to use to get back home. However, the idea of going without seeing his s/o, even if only for the night, or not being able to have them curled up into his side as they both drifted off to sleep had left a bitter taste in his mouth and was more than enough of an incentive for him to get his aching body up and moving so he could be released as soon as possible. 

Realistically, Taishiro knew there was no way in hell his s/o would’ve just stayed home if they knew he was in the hospital. On several occasions over the years they had rushed over as soon as they learned of his condition and insisted on staying with him until he was released. He always felt bad when they had to use sick days or vacation days to get time off of work so they could be with him, however, no matter how much he tried to reason with them and insist nothing would happen to him for the few hours they were gone it was nearly impossible to change their mind when they had made their decision on something. He appreciated their company more than he could ever describe, their bright smiles always managed to light up those poorly lit patient rooms and their comforting touches were able to make him forget where he was even if just for a moment. But he knew it took a toll on them, they had never liked hospitals in general, they found them to be far too depressing, and having to see him bruised and broken was hard for them. He could practically hear the gears in their head turning during the odd moment silence would overtake them, usually at night when the two were squished together on the far too small bed with them ducking under whatever cord there was that connected him to the monitors. They’d hold onto him just a bit tighter, their words just barely above a whisper, as they’d make him promise to be more careful. Their face would be hidden in his neck so he could never see their expression but on occasion he’d feel the thin material of the hospital issued shirt grow damp and his heart would break in the most torturous way. 

His job demanded a lot of him and often he forgot how much the profession required of them as well. Taishiro got anxious when he heard there was villain activity just in the district they worked in, he couldn’t imagine what they must feel everyday they had to see him off in the morning knowing he’d be looking for danger. 

Shaking his head to rid himself of the troubling thoughts floating around, Taishiro opened the door and immediately his senses were greeted with the sounds of a silky smooth melody that filled their home and was accompanied by the sounds of movement in the kitchen along with a savory aroma that had him practically drooling where he stood. 

After changing out of his shoes and setting down the bag that contained his ruined hero costumer, and whatever else the hospital felt was necessary to send him home with, Taishiro followed the sounds and sure enough he found his s/o in the kitchen. Their back was towards him, they probably hadn’t heard him come in because of the music, and he leaned against the island counter and took a moment to appreciate the domesticality of it all. 

The last rays of the light from the setting sun filtered into the house from the windows and cast their skin in a golden hue that practically took his breath away. Their head bobbed and their body swayed as they hummed along to the music and Taishiro couldn’t imagine a prettier picture than the one they made from just doing the most basic tasks. 

Lost in thought he had completely forgotten to announce his presence to them and when they turned to set a pan aside they had caught sight of his figure they practically leaped out of their skin and gave a shout of alarm. The pan they had been holding was dropped in their surprise and it clattered to the floor, the contents spilling across the kitchen tiles. 

“Oh, shit,” Taishiro rushed to their side and looked them over to make sure that the pan hadn’t fallen on their feet or that the hot contents hadn’t burned them at all. All seemed well aside from the mess on the floor. “I’m sorry, baby. I shoulda said somethin.” 

They had been silent during the time it took for him to make sure they were fine and when his eyes finally rose to meet their’s, he saw the pensive look in their eyes as they took in his apperance. 

“A long day, huh?” they questioned as their hand rose to his jaw to turn his face this way and that, examining the bruising along his jawline. 

He knew he should’ve told them what had happened when they were on the phone, they always got so worried when he ran into trouble. 

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

They hadn’t seen his smaller form that many times, probably the reason his presence had startled them so much, but each time they did that same look would come across their face. His smaller form had become synonymous with hospital visits and doctors spewing jargon they didn’t really know but understanding enough to know he was in a bad way. His smaller form meant something bad had happened and he could’ve been taken away from them. He didn’t want them to have to wrestle with those thoughts alone and over the phone without seeing him in person where they could take in his condition for themselves and not be left guessing to how bad things might have gotten. 

His eyes avoided theirs, choosing instead to stare at the food scattered about the floor. A shame really, they had made a stir fry and now it’s gone to waste. 

“I know,” they sighed, they turned his head back towards them and placed a soft kiss on his lips. 

It was always a novel experience kissing them in this form, their lips felt just as soft and tasted just as sweet as they normally did, something about it was just different. He really had no other word to describe it, it wasn’t strange or bad by any means and in many ways it was the same as before but just....different.

He had been so lost in relearning the contours of their lips for what had felt like for hours, in reality it had only been a few moments, that he hadn’t notice them start to move out of his hold until they had broken the kiss and moved away. As they moved to find the broom to sweep up the mess, Taishiro had shaken himself out of his daze and went to go about picking up the pan and moving it to the sink to be washed later - preferably after he got some time to relax with his s/o. 

“I don’t want you to have to feel like you can’t tell me things,” they said as they made their entrance back into the kitchen, broom and dustpan in hand. 

“It’s not like that -,” he began to insist but was quickly silenced by the look they shot his way. 

“I know you worry that I worry, but not telling me stuff ain't gunna make me stop,” sweeping up the mess they tossed the food in the waste bin and turned to face him. 

“Yeah, I know,” Taishiro sighed, and he had known that keeping it a secret would make them stress more. He had naively thought if he could prolong the time between them not knowing and them knowing it wouldn’t have made them as concerned. A ridiculous rational however well intentioned. 

 “I’ll be better about it,” he said as he slid up next to them and wrapped his arms around their waist. 

They gave a soft hum in acknowledgment of his promise as they moved to be closer to him.

“I think I know a way to make it up to you,” he said coyly between placing kisses on their neck. They tilted his head to give him better access and their hands traveled up his now toned biceps to rest in his hair. 

“Oh?” They sighed, obviously distracted, and he couldn’t fight back the smile that broke across his lips at their reaction to his ministrations. 

“Mhmm, I got some time off to recover,” he began, his lips trailing lower to their decolletage, “so ,if you’re so inclined, you could take the time off and spend a day or two with me.” 

Their snort of laughter caused him to move back so he could see their reaction to his proposal. 

“Funny,” they said with a roll of their eyes as they fought back a fond smile, “that sounds more like you wanting me to keep you entertained so you don’t go stir crazy cooped up here.”

“Maybe just a bit,” he admitted with a grin on his face as well. 

“I have a few sick days I’m not using,” they said with a dramatic sigh, “I suppose I could work something out.”

“Oh, you suppose?” He said as his fingers began to run up their sides in retaliation to their flippant words. They gave half hearted attempts at trying to fight him off as they tried to keep their laughter contained.

It wasn’t long before they were interrupted by the sound of his stomach growling. His face flushed a little in embarrassment, he had had some food at the hospital but not nearly enough to replace the fat he had lost. 

“Hmm, well first thing first,” they said, maneuvering themselves out of his arms, “ Let’s get you fed.”

“Oh I can just order something if that would be easier,” Taishiro started, “you already spent time cookin somethin and-”

“Oh, I made takoyaki too,” they said as they pulled out a plate piled high with the treat, how he had missed that when he walked in he wasn’t sure. “I had just wanted us to have an actual meal but I suppose this’ll do.”

He knew how much they hated making the food. They enjoyed the product but the production of it, making the batter and the process of cooking it, was always so messy. They really were too good to him. 

The rest of the night had been spent with his s/o curled up into his side, it was a bit different to how it felt to have them in his arms in his bigger form but no less delightful. It was as if his senses were focused entirely on them. Their soft touches and sweet kisses had been downright intoxicating and the soft scent of sandalwood and lavender that seemed to constantly surround them pervaded his senses until they were all that was left. And he really wouldn’t have it any other way. Seeing the way their eyes shone and hearing their lilting laughter, Taishiro was reminded why exactly he took on such dangerous work even if it meant that seeing him in a broken state would cause them grief. 

Even though their pain hurt him as if it was his own, he wanted to always be able to come home to this smile and the warm comfort of their embrace. He’d do anything to make sure they’d continue to smile and laugh as freely as they did when it was just the two of them enjoying each other’s company. 

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[ Alright! Here’s a Taishiro piece for you! This was originally going to be for a Fat Gum Bang, but one of the admins was a real jerk, so I decided to quit the bang and post it here instead! This also might be slightly different from my other works, I’m trying to incorporate more detail with settings and surroundings in my writing. Depending on how well this is received, I may write a part II. Either way, I haven’t written for Fat Gum in a while. I hope you’ll enjoy it! ]

[ Working for The Public Modeling Commission wasn’t easy, but you managed. The modeling business wasn’t for everyone, and society always had negative opinions about plus-sized models including famous ones such as Taishiro Toyomitsu, who defied these societal expectations to the point of getting The Public Modeling Commission’s attention and furthermore, getting a proposed collaboration from them. But he’s on the fence about it until you’re sent in to convince him. ]

One had to follow certain rules in certain settings, and the modeling industry was no different. Be respectful, keep eye contact, and follow orders exactly. During your many years working under The Public Modeling Commission, you learned these things.

The sound of multiple voices and the gentle clink of glasses filled the air of the grandiose ballroom. The chandeliers hanging along the length of the ceiling sparkled like prisms and cast rainbow hues that reflected off the walls and some parts of the marble flooring that was colored a pristine white and had gentle strokes of yellow.

Delicate blue flowers were also painted onto its surface, further adding to the sense of elegance that made you feel suffocated. That’s probably why you chose to stand in the corner. You wore a gray tailored suit with a crisp white button-up shirt, the collar of which remained open exposing just enough skin.

A black tie complemented the collar and hung loosely around your neck and the black blazer that hugged your figure added a touch of sophistication that was normally associated with these types of parties. And finally, on your feet were polished oxfords.

You sighed and slumped against the wall as one of the waiters walked around holding a large circular tray with what appeared to be five flute cups filled with a golden liquid that kissed the edge of each glass and had some delicate bubbles floating along the top of it that begged you to drink.

Despite this, you resisted the urge. It was lovely to drink champagne, but you were ordered not to consume any alcoholic beverages. However, you knew that being part of this celebration should make you happy. Should.

After all, it was regarding the newly created plus-size modeling division The Public Modeling Commission was planning to launch. Unlike many models and society in general, you didn’t judge anyone based on their size, nor were you stuck up as some would assume people in your career were.

While it looked good on the surface, modeling became a dead-end job after a while. As strange as that may sound, not to mention the dark secrets behind the modeling industry or at least the dark secrets behind The Public Modeling Commission. However, you had your reasons for continuing to do it.

It’s not like you were a private person, you told anyone anything you felt like saying. In most respects, honesty wasn’t something you feared. Sadly, if your past were to come to light, it would ruin your career and the image of The Public Modeling Commission.

Unlike most models, you didn’t have a pleasant start. You shuttered when you thought about your past although you suspected that most would look up to you if they knew the things you had been through and the success you tasted now.

However, the past was the past, and you were determined to keep it behind closed doors. When you think about it, your job had many positive perks…well, besides fame. It also had its downsides, such as working even when you weren’t supposed to.

“Y/n,” Yokumiru Mera said, approaching you. Yokumiru was the second in command of The Public Modeling Commission and worked closely with Madam President, who oversaw the entire operation. Without her command, the wheel wouldn’t turn.

“Hm?” You hummed in response. Yokumiru was a middle-aged man, his usual messy beige hair was slicked back and the dark bags that were normally present under his eyes were concealed with makeup. He was wearing a formal black shirt with a white collar and tie, along with black dress pants.

“Here,” the man said before handing you a small envelope, sounding tired as ever. You glanced at it briefly before opening it and upon reading what it said, you knitted your eyebrows. “Taishiro Toyomitsu?” you asked, immediately recognizing the name.

He had an agency in Esuha City and was a famous plus-sized model. Yokumiru nodded. “You know who he is, Madam President wants to ensure the collaboration between this agency and his goes smoothly,” he explained. 

Taishiro has been making astonishing achievements in his plus-size modeling career and caught the attention of The Public Modeling Commission, that’s what initially started their desire to create a plus-sized modeling division of their own.

While most would find this a noble goal, you knew it was only for business purposes considering The Public Modeling Commission was the largest modeling agency in Japan and had endless connections. Most of which were made from the past collaborations they had agreed to with lesser agencies.

But unlike those past collaborations, Madam President was intensely focused on doing a special collaboration with Taishiro that would skyrocket the introduction of the new plus-sized modeling division. A hand fisted into his hair as he sighed.

“She wants you to gain his favor and give her a report.” It was your turn to sigh. This was typical of Madam President to give you tasks that were meaningless in the long run and sometimes you questioned her methods. But this was also meaningless.

When she pulled the strings, you had to dance if you wanted to stay on her good side, and more importantly, if you wanted to remain employed. You nodded and tucked the envelope away on your person. “Understood,” you replied before looking around the room.

That’s when you spotted him, a rather tall and bulky man standing over the snack table dressed in an orange suit and tie. The few people who were standing nearby were looking at him in awe or possibly disgust, you couldn’t tell.

But you saw a handful of others making subtle gestures at him and more than likely gossiping about how big he was which, in your typical modeling business, gave the right to ridicule. That didn’t sit well with you, but you weren’t someone who dived into drama unless it was necessary.

After looking at Yokumiru, you crossed the room to Taishiro who was holding a small plastic plate while looking disappointed at the finger foods that were arranged just so on fancy clear plates across the table. The food they provided didn’t appeal to you either.

It was tasteless, bland, and didn’t satisfy your appetite and that’s probably why most of the attendants preferred to fill up on alcohol. “Were you expecting something else there?” you commented, grabbing a plate of your own and successfully catching the man’s attention. 

“Hm?” Taishiro turned and that’s when you got a better look at the outfit he was wearing. In addition to the sleek suit jacket which yes, was as bright as an orange, you also noticed he was wearing matching trousers and a deep burgundy colored tie with black dress shoes that while like yours, looked more worn.

You smirked, ignoring his stare even as you piled your plate with the provided finger foods. Then you smiled at him. In addition to your outfit, figure, and hairstyle, he also noted that you appeared to be of average height, even though it wasn’t much of an endorsement given his stature; most people were much smaller than him.

As most of the models at this party did, you looked handsome and beautiful. Prim and proper even. He noticed that when you were a little plumper than others, there wasn’t much kindness in their eyes when they looked at you, but your eyes...well they were different.

Taishiro had long since gotten used to the stares and criticism that came with his job and...well, his build. Despite this, he had his reasons for considering the collaboration proposal from The Public Modeling Commission but had yet to fully make up his mind.

He was quite a handsome fella when he modeled in his youth, and he was well acquainted with the modeling business. However, many don't remember him for his younger years, but rather for what he became in his later years.

“Well, I know these fancy-like parties have these lil’ delicacies. They may be appetizin’ for some, but ‘fraid they don’t do much for a big fella like me,” he explained with a smile. In response, you shrugged and ate one of the snacks on your plate.

Despite tasting bland on your tongue, you chose to engage in conversation, just as Madam President instructed. “Well, it’d be dangerous if they served actual food at these kinds of events,” you joked. “You know the ones with...models.”

Although some may not find your joke humorous, it was one of the harsh realities of modeling. Maintaining your appearance, for the most part, was essential otherwise you would lose your career. Taishiro frowned. “Heh, well...” he paused, uncertain what to say.

“That doesn’t apply to you, does it? Don’t get me wrong. Plus-sized models are amazing and you’re doing the right thing by promoting what you do,” you said with a smile. “After all, you’re Taishiro Toyomitsu,” he laughed. “Sure am!” he replied.

“And what’s your name? I’ve seen ya around, on billboards and such,” he grinned as he extended his hand out. “Y/n,” you responded, shaking his hand. As soon as he heard your name, his eyes lit up, which you expected.

After all, you had held sixth place among the top 10 models in Japan for years which was impressive considering the models ahead of you were Enji Todoroki, Keigo Takami, Tsunagu Hakamada, Shinya Kamihara, and Rumi Usagiyama.

Most of them had their own agencies. It was almost funny to think that models were treated as though they were celebrities. While most had their own fanbase, the top 10 models typically received the most love and as such, they needed to work hard to keep their fanbase happy.

It was a challenge sometimes, but you managed. After all, when you had so many fans who loved your beautiful face, it was best not to disappoint. As far as the ranking board was concerned, you knew that Taishiro fell within the 50 most popular models. In retrospect, that was an incredible accomplishment for a plus-sized model.

“Well fancy yourself a model!” he declared, putting his plate down before nudging your shoulder. “You’ve been with The Public Modeling Commission for a while, right? Maybe ya can teach me a thing or two,” he joked and you faked a smile, but it seemed genuine to most, and you knew it would fool him as well.

“Yeah, guess you could say that,” you replied, shrugging. “And yes, I could teach you a thing or two. First things first,” you pointed lazily at the individuals who continued to stare at Taishiro as if he were some sort of spectacle. “See those stares?” you asked, watching as he turned his head ever so slightly to see who you were referring to.

You threw your plate of food into the nearby trashcan while he was distracted and after a moment of hesitation, he replied, “Yeah.” Your smile widened. “Fantastic!” You exclaimed. “Ignore them,” you held two fingers up before he could respond.

“Second,” You took the plate of food he had set on the table and carelessly dropped it on the floor. He looked utterly shocked by your actions, but before he could address it you motioned for him to follow you. “It’s better to gorge yourself on actual food.” He looked at the food now splattered across the floor.

Since it was a little hard to lean over when you were a big fella, he followed you curious to see where you were leading him. “I’m guessing you’re familiar with the restaurants around here, yeah?” He chuckled at your question.

“Sure, I am!” He replied with a happy grin. “Great!” You said as you walked past the entrance of the building and out into the cool night air. No matter what time it was, the city was always busy, but at night, it was more captivating.

Neon lights illuminated the streets and reflected a rainbow of hues off the windows of the numerous buildings that surrounded the area, creating that bustling energy that cities are known for. In addition, the paper lanterns that hung from the food stands nestled between the buildings created a warm, welcoming aura.

They also added that savory fragrance that lingered in the air and made your mouth water. Despite that, a multitude of people lined the sidewalk, and each seemed woven together as they passed one another. Others sat on the available benches that were scattered around or stood at one of the many bus stops the city offered.

“Mm...” You seemed drawn to the couples that walked hand in hand or were sitting down lovingly gazing at each other. You never thought much about romance, but what else could you expect when you were adored by...well everyone?

It was somewhat disappointing to think that they only loved you for your career as opposed to the real you. Whoever that was. Even so, as of right now, you aren’t interested in anyone. You glanced up at Taishiro who, too, seemed awestruck by how beautiful the city looked.

Nope...weren’t interested in anyone. “So,” you said, resuming walking. “What restaurant do you want to go to?” He hesitated before following you. “Whatever suits your fancy! Trust me, this big ol’ gut doesn’t care as long as the food is hot and fresh!” he said patting his stomach with a hearty laugh.

“Mm, is that so?” You asked, glancing back at him. “Sure is. One thing I’ve learned is not to be picky when it comes to havin’ a good meal,” he shared. “Yeah, I agree,” you replied, your stomach grumbling at the thought of some steamy hot food piled high on a plate.

You looked ahead, spotting a large red building with a flashing yellow sign situated above it and a long line that expanded down the sidewalk. “Since we’re on the same page, how about we go there?” you suggested pointing at the restaurant.

“Seems a bit crowded,” he replied after taking into account the long line of people waiting outside. You smirked, “I know, but I’m sure I could get us a private room no problem,” you winked at the bigger man, who looked at you in confusion.

Instead of addressing it, when the two of you approached the building, you walked to the front door and he remained standing on the sidewalk. When the line of people spotted you, screams of joy echoed and he heard a few people call out your name. “Hm,” it wasn’t that hard for him to put two and two together.

“Heyo!” You greeted them with a pleasing smile and a playful wink, making them scream out again. He laughed softly. In general, he didn’t have much of a fan base because few people liked plus-sized models, but he treasured the fans he did have because fame wasn’t everything.

The only thing he wanted was to spread positivity and self-love. Glam and fashion magazines have always told everyone that skinny was the only way to be, that somehow a small stomach and a flawless face equaled true beauty. It didn’t.

He enjoyed inspiring others to see their inner beauty and appreciate how they looked on the outside. However, he was happy to see that you had a lot of fans. Guess you earned them. The hostess appeared more taken by you than the rest of the crowd and stared at you with such love and awe he was almost jealous.

“Mind if we get a private room to eat in, sweetheart? Yeah, I can autograph that for you,” chuckling, you took her clipboard and scribbled your name across it. She allowed you to enter after a selfie request but stumbled back when Taishiro walked over. Unlike you, he didn't get a warm welcome per se.

Suddenly, the crowd that had been shrieking for you stopped and murmurs and concerns filled the air. He couldn’t help but recall that most of the discrimination he faced was due to his size and shape. But people just have to deal with it.

When you realized he hadn’t followed you inside, you paused and turned to see him standing in front of the hostess. She wore a defensive posture, and you could only assume she was giving him a nasty look. “Hey,” you said, catching her attention.

“He’s with me,” the hostess looked at you in disbelief before looking back at Taishiro. Then with a sigh, she motioned him inside. You could only imagine what was going through her mind. Of course, that wasn’t important.

You turned and resumed walking inside the restaurant. It wasn’t that difficult for him to notice that you turned several heads when you walked by. The waitresses gave you that familiar loving gaze and some squealed with delight when they saw you.

Others who were eating suddenly paused and gazed at you with amazement. He wondered if you realized what you were doing or if you had just gotten so used to being treated this way that you ignored their reactions. Either way, he hoped you were happy and if you weren’t, heck he’d try his best to make you.

The pristine wooden door leading into the private room opened with a faint whisper and you noticed it was adorned with a beautiful painting of cherry blossoms and delicate pinks and greens that looked like they were swaying when the door moved.

You looked at Taishiro before stepping inside and immediately noted the elegantly placed table that dominated the room. It appeared to be constructed from ash wood, giving it a modern and sophisticated appearance that aligned with the feeling of the restaurant.

Its edges were carefully constructed into a gentle curve, and, like the door, cherry blossoms adorned its perimeter, further enhancing its artistic appeal. Its polished and prim surface had a pitcher of ice water and two large glasses on it and reflected the soft golden glow from the paper lanterns hung across the room.

To create an inviting atmosphere, the table was set low to the ground on tatami mats painted a greenish hue, encouraging you and Taishiro to sit on one of the four cushions placed along the curves of the table. Your concentration was broken when Taishiro laughed.

“Well, guess that’s a preview of the lovin’ and admirin’ ya get daily, huh?” You wanted to shrug and dismiss his words. Instead, you walked over and took a seat and he followed, taking the one across from you. Although he struggled a bit getting onto his knees and sitting cross-legged which you partly expected.

You tried to resist smirking and leaned one elbow on the table and cradled your hand against your cheek. “Yeah, more or less, sorry if I threw you for a loop,” you said with a forced laugh. “Heh, that’s alright!” he declared.

“No harm done, and I enjoy seein’ ya work your magic,” your smile filled him with joy, but there was something odd about it. He tended not to appreciate others smiling unless they meant it. “Right, well,” you picked up the menu and glanced over the choices while tapping your chin.

You lacked self-control when it came to food. Considering your very strict exercise regimen, eating whatever you desired didn’t adversely affect your modeling career. When you glanced up, you noted that Taishiro looked tall even when he was seated, and although he was a big and round individual, he was nice to look at.

His skin was clear and creamy, his blond hair fell in gentle waves, and his eyes were the same color as his hair. His appearance was truly unique, and you admired it. Several years ago, he made his plus-sized modeling debut, and you remember everyone laughing and criticizing him.

Of course, there were a few kind hearts out there, yourself included, that thanked him for his work and how he defied plus-sized modeling limitations. Not many knew this, but he was one of your motivations for your modeling career.

It’s funny how life works sometimes. Here you were sitting with one of the most famous plus-sized models in Japan, the same plus-sized model you had admired for years. Yet, it was almost as though it were under false pretenses given the fact you were only following orders.

Nevertheless, it wasn’t wise to go against Madam President since the newest division of her modeling franchise depended on Taishiro’s collaboration, and you were sent in as her rat to sweeten the deal. You didn’t realize how lost in thought you were until you heard your name.

“Y/n?” You snapped out of your daze. “Huh?” you replied, only to hear him laugh in return. “Is anythin’ wrong? Heh, I can understand why ya wanna stare, heck a lot of people stare at me. But your head seems to be in the clouds, is there somethin’ on your mind?” You shook your head.

“No...nothing,” you replied, glancing to the side. Despite knowing you were lying, he shrugged. “Alrighty then...” he said, not wanting to provoke or push you into telling him what was wrong. It had to come out sooner or later. “So,” he adjusted the menu in his hands.

“What were ya thinkin’ of gettin’? Everythin’ sounds pretty appetizin’, doesn't it?” You tapped your lips several times, scanning the menu. “Hm...takoyaki, yakitori, and tempura sound delicious. We could also order sushi and onigiri,” you suggested, making him laugh in response.

As you lowered your menu, you raised an eyebrow in his direction. “I’m sorry,” he said, letting his laughter die down. “I didn’t mean to disrespect ya in any way. I just wasn’t expectin’ a model as fine as yourself to be prepared to eat that much,” he explained.

“I just admire someone with an appetite like mine,” he added. “Heh,” you tried to smile but knew what he was thinking. He thought you were like the rest of the braindead models, who starved themselves or ate nothing but healthy food, but that’s not how you lived.

You reminded yourself again that as long as you stuck to your exercise routine, the one Madam President made for you, eating what you pleased wouldn’t jeopardize your career. “Is that correct?” You asked respectfully, but even so, tension dripped from you like a leaky faucet.

He opened his mouth, sensing the tension, only to have the waitress interrupt him. After placing your order, you flashed her a smile and tried to ignore the look of disbelief on her face. Then Taishiro ordered his food, and the two of you were left alone again.

After pouring yourself a glass of water and taking a sip, you glanced at him and leaned back in your seat. “So, what made you want to get into modeling? If memory serves, you started modeling after you graduated High School and your popularity grew,” you said, wanting to start a conversation.

Taishiro tensed up a bit and a hint of sadness appeared in his eyes. “Yeah, I suppose that’s right,” he said, quickly recalling his younger years. “Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed modelin’ back then, and still do now!” he exclaimed with a determined smirk.

But it soon faded, and he fixed his eyes on the table. “After a while though, fame, and fortune don’t mean much if people only come to ya ‘cause you’re pleasin’ to the eye,” he explained, and you understood what he meant.

It seemed that beauty played the most crucial role in determining how people treated you and what kind of looks you got in society. “I wanted to be somethin’ more, but along the way, I found another passion,” he said, patting his stomach.

“After that, I got to thinkin’ that despite my growin’ size I could still be a role model that others look up to,” you nodded. “Yeah…I remember your early days as a model. You inspired me to follow the profession. Even after people tried to bury your name and career,” you smirked when he parted his lips in shock.

“Heh, well I guess I should be thankin’ ya for lookin’ up to me so kindly. But with natural beauty like yours, I’d think you’d find your way into this career without lookin’ up to me,” he said, and you shook your head, a smile still painting your features.

“I like looking up to you. The fact that you redefined the modeling business is amazing,” might as well try buttering him up. “All your dedication and work are paying off. The Public Modeling Commission was determined to open a plus-sized division after seeing your success.” You chuckled briefly.

“I’m sure the collaboration between your and our agencies will finally give plus-sized models the respect they deserve and-” you paused. You could dig for more information discreetly now that you’ve mentioned The Public Modeling Commission and the collaboration. You could also make sure Taishiro was 100% on board.

You felt your stomach twist in disgust, almost wishing he knew what you were doing. If he did, the kind and admiring eyes he used to look at you would no longer be there. “Oh sorry,” you said, pressing your hands against your chest.

“You haven’t fully decided if you will go through with the collaboration. Shouldn’t have mentioned it, I-” He interrupted you, falling hook, line, and sinker for your setup. “It’s alright,” he said with a chuckle allowing his eyes to linger on you for a long moment then gazed at your hand which remained resting on the table.

“Truth be told, I was on the fence about it…but…” You tensed up when he placed his hand over yours. Yes, you did not judge others by their, ahem…proportions. But it was hard to ignore how large his hand was. While it swallowed your hand whole, you also noticed how warm and gentle his touch was.

His thumb stroked the side of your hand like one would pet a bird or a kitten. “Ya convinced me with your kindness,” you knitted your eyebrows. “Sorry?” you replied, but he smiled. “Your kindness, most wouldn’t approach me like ya did,” he chuckled, “and that honesty of yours is also somethin’ to be admired.”

Your heart sank at his words, if only he knew how dishonest you were being. “And if I accept this collaboration, well it’d be a downright honor to work side by side with ya if I’d be so privileged,” you looked at him with disbelief. It faded after a few moments, and you glanced away. “Oh, uh...” What should you even say to that?

“Thanks?” Yeah, thanking him was better than nothing. “Heh, heh. The pleasure is mine,” he replied with a smile, and you gave a forced one in return. It was sad to think that such a smile fooled thousands of people every day.

Taishiro knitted his eyebrows almost as if he sensed something was wrong and opened his mouth, but at that moment the waitress returned, placing the food on the table and you sighed in relief. Grabbing a yakitori, you greedily tore off a chunk like an animal tearing into a fresh kill.

While he looked on in amusement, you hummed in approval and licked your lips. “Heh, guessin’ it’s good eatin’, don’t mind if I do,” he said, reaching over to take a yakitori. A minute later, you both had your plates piled high and exchanged a few words as you ate your fill.

“Ah, that food was pretty tasty!” he said with a chuckle, patting his stomach. You nodded, leaning back against your seat when the waitress came with the bill. “Hm?” Taishiro sat up and was about to reach across the table to look at it, but you snatched it away.

You placed it on your lap before pulling out your credit card. “Pardon,” he said as you tucked your card into the check presenter’s plastic sleeve. “Yes?” you replied, looking at him. “Are ya intendin’ to pay for this meal?” he asked, and his voice reflected a slight suspicion and uncertainty.

“Is that a problem?” you replied with a smirk. “Well now, I wouldn’t be much of a gentleman if I expected ya to pay,” he said, but you shrugged. “I’m paying,” you replied, your tone firm and your voice deep to make sure he knew there was no room for argument.

As you handed the check presenter to the waitress, you looked at him and said, “Consider it a welcoming present and a thank you for collaborating with The Public Modeling Commission.” You gave him yet another sweet but fake smile.

He frowned when he saw it but decided not to address it now. “Well, thank ya kindly but next time, the meals on me,” he stated. You were caught off guard by his words. “Next time?” You muttered under your breath but knew not to overthink it.

Most likely, he was just being polite. Before walking out of the restaurant with him, you ensured everything was correct and put your credit card away. It was less cluttered on the sidewalk, but people still walked along it.

More than likely they were heading home after a long day’s work. You noticed the signs you passed by earlier looked brighter than before. This was especially evident considering the sky was now painted black and only a few stars were visible. 

Taishiro noticed a genuine smile on your face as you looked up at the sky, and he wanted to tell you to only smile when you mean it. At the same time, he knew that you must have had your reasons for that fake smile. “Heh,” he chuckled, catching your attention.

“What?” you asked, and he shook his head, his eyes lingering on you. “Nothing, I just…” He paused and rubbed the back of his head, ruffling his already messy blond hair around. “I wanted to apologize for my earlier comment again and-” you waved his words off.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” you said as you walked down the sidewalk. “That’s the reaction most models who actually eat and are friendly get. We break the illusion society holds over us. That we’re perfect little porcelain dolls,” you explained before looking up at the sky again.

“Some of us are lucky enough to be broken porcelain dolls,” you joked, a bit of a dark joke at that but still you chuckled. As Taishiro followed you, he apologized to the few people he ran into and those who stepped around to avoid him.

“Is that right?” He replied before holding back his breath. “Well,” he reached over, laying his hand on your shoulder and making you pause. “Hm?” You turned, looking at him with curiosity and something about that expression made his heart leap.

“Uh,” for a moment he forgot what he wanted to say. “Oh!” He laughed. “As far as porcelain dolls go. I gotta say if I were the collector type, I’d buy a dozen of ya ‘cause I can’t get enough of your sweet self!” His comment made you snicker.

“Right,” you replied dryly and resumed walking, and he followed right behind you. “So, the party should be just about over by now,” you informed him. “Oh?” He smiled. He was happy he got to spend time with you instead of remaining at the party so there was no sadness in knowing it was over.

“Yeah,” you replied, trying not to let silence fill the space between the two of you. “So do you live far from here?” You asked. “Heh, I live back in good ol’ Esuha City,” you nodded. “Near your agency I assume. Good thinking,” you commented, “must be nice.”

“Well, city life ain’t for most. Truth be told, I’d be just as content livin’ in one of the rural areas. Of course, then I’d miss out on all the great food the city has to offer,” he said laughing. You smirked, “Yeah…the city has some excellent food,” enough to satisfy you anyway.

Glancing ahead, you could see the building where the party was being held. There were also a few people walking out and several cars pulling out onto the street. “So did you drive here?” you asked, ignoring the chill of the air against your cheeks, which were slowly turning red.

“Nah, I don’t do much drivin’. Heh, but I have a ride. Don’t ya be worryin’ about lil’ ol’ me now,” he teased, gently nudging you with his elbow. “Heh,” you chuckled and felt relieved when you were finally in front of the semi-empty building.

While your back was turned to it, you felt eyes on you, and you assumed said eyes belonged to Madam President. Somehow, she always kept tabs on you, and if not her, then someone close to her did. To put it simply, you were never actually alone.

Every move you made had to be calculated perfectly, but sometimes you didn’t care about the consequences of your actions, maybe that made you rebellious. You weren’t sure. However, most would advise against angering Madam President.

Despite this, you and your colleague made a game out of it. Come to think of it, it’s strange that Madam President didn't send him to do this job. Who knows, maybe she thought Taishiro would be more drawn to you? Regardless, you knew you would find out later.

“So, I guess this is goodnight. That dinner was delicious, we must do it again sometime,” you said, putting on your most optimistic smile. His face twisted with uncertainty and before you could react, he grabbed your hands and cradled them.

First, he put his hand over yours during dinner, and now this. “I’d like that, if ya don’t mind bein’ seen with a big fella like me again. Havin’ dinner or just spendin’ time with ya again would be a pleasure,” he said, smiling at you and for a moment, you were at a loss for words.

“Hmm,” Madam President’s eyes remained fixed on you and Taishiro. “What on Earth is going on…” she muttered, her words dripping with suspicion. “I’m sure everything is fine…” Yokumiru said, ignoring her glare. “I agree!” Keigo announced as he entered the room.

His feathery ash hair was slicked back, highlighting his yellow eyes adorned with triangular tattoos on the top corners and tear ducts. He wore a black and red suit that almost appeared to have some sort of shimmer to it, and he had a faint amount of stubble on his chin.

He smirked as he walked over and plopped onto the couch. “Takami…” Madam President growled but did not remove her eyes from you nor Taishiro. “Aw, come on there Madam President. I know I left my post early, but hey…it looks like you didn’t need hawk eyes on Y/n after all.”

Like you, Keigo often carried out Madam President’s orders which consisted mostly of keeping tabs on the others she sent out. Like a supervisor, but undetected. “I mean sure, I could have done the job just as well,” he stated, placing his hands behind his head.

He lay back on the couch and stared at the ceiling. “But Y/n has that certain genuine charm people seem to like, and besides Toyomitsu seemed pretty smitten with them, so didn’t think I needed to observe any longer,” he explained.

He could sense tension in the air. More than likely Madam President was angered because he technically disobeyed her order. However, no harm was done, and he wasn’t scared of what she might do. She had no one better than him, apart from you, that is.

“I hope to see ya again real soon, alright?” Taishiro squeezed your hands gently before releasing them, turning, and walking away. As you watched him disappear, you felt your hands tingle and a strange feeling of warmth wash over you.

But your moment was interrupted when you heard someone clear their throat. You sighed and turned to face her after shaking your head to clear your thoughts. “Madam President,” you replied nonchalantly. She crossed her arms. “Report,” she stated, and you sighed again.

“Right, straight to that, huh?” You replied, placing one hand on your hip. “He agreed to collaborate with our agency. There’s no changing his mind,” you said. “Ensure it remains that way,” she ordered before turning back toward the building and walking away.

“Suuuuuure,” you replied half-heartedly before placing your hand on your chest, feeling the unusual speedy pace of your heart. The last time you received physical affection and talked to someone who seemed genuinely interested in you instead of your career was a long time ago.

But Taishiro...the way he looked and spoke to you. Well, it was different than what you were used to. He was different than the others Madam President assigned you to butter up. “Mm…” you pressed a hand to your forehead.

“I must be going crazy. It’s been a long day,” you concluded, shrugging before you started toward the car that The Public Modeling Commission provided. When you approached, Untenmaru Kurumada stepped out.

He was an older man with short black hair styled up in the front and a white mustache with hints of black. On the length of his chin, white facial hair was also present. A black dress shirt and white tie complemented his dark-colored jacket that hugged his chest and waist.

Additionally, he always wore white driving gloves. Since Enji, the one he had an exclusive contract with, did not attend tonight’s event, he agreed to drive the models present because he made a living catering to models specifically.

“Hello Y/n!” he shouted enthusiastically as he opened the door. “Where are you headed!?” he asked, his voice high and loud. You replied, “I’ll head home, thank you,” and he nodded before closing the door, climbing into the driver’s seat, and starting the engine.

As the car pulled out onto the street, you looked at the black sky still adorned with those sparkling diamonds known as the stars. Then you looked down at your hands which lay motionless in your lap. You remembered Taishiro’s secure grip on them and yet again how he looked at you.

It was unlike the looks you got daily, there was just something about it that made you feel…strange. “Hm…” you knit your eyebrows. Untenmaru noticed the expression you were making when he gazed at the rearview mirror and frowned.

Despite knowing it wasn’t any of his business, he blurted out “Something wrong!?” His many years as a chauffeur gave him a great deal of insight into the challenges associated with the modeling industry, and the struggles models of your generation face.

He had known you for some time, and usually, you had a smile on your face. However, tonight it seemed someone or something had stolen it from you. Looking at him, you raised your eyebrows. Damn…shouldn't have given yourself away.

Taking a deep breath, you said, “Nothing. I’m just…I mean it’s just…” Drawing your bottom lip into your mouth, you tried to think. “I’m just worried about how well the collaboration with Toyomitsu will go. After all, this new division means a lot to The Public Modeling Commission,” you explained only to hear him huff in response.

“Is that all you kids think about!? There’s more to life than success! Even Mr. Todoroki knows that!” You hummed in response, and although he had a point, you knew he couldn’t tell that there was an enormous amount of guilt weighing your heart down.

When you think about it, Madam President would likely assign you or Keigo to show Taishiro the ropes before the big collaboration debut. Your fingers curled into the fabric of your pants. You could only imagine how chaotic that would be.

In addition, despite your best efforts to tell yourself this was only business, Taishiro Toyomitsu, made your stomach churn with butterflies which was an unusual and furthermore, unwanted reaction that you had to get under control before your next meeting with him.

#fat gum x reader #taishiro x you #taishiro x reader #fatgum x y/n #fatgum x reader #fatgum x you #bnha x self insert #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #bnha x male reader #bnha x fem!reader #faulty writes: taishiro toyomitsu: 23 #faulty writes: taishiro toyomitsu: one shot: 23

[draco-asteria]

Happy Birthday, Fatgum!

The image belongs to @robot0artist on Tumblr

#bnha pro heroes #boku no hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha taishiro #taishiro toyomitsu #taishiro x reader #taishiro toyomitsu smut #taishiro toyomitsu x reader #fatgum x you #fatgum smut #fatgum x y/n #fatgum x reader

[karume-everything-else]

Flufftober 2023

Day 18: Way too excited affections [Reader x Fatgum (Taishiro Toyomitsu)] {My Hero Academia}

From what you saw on the news earlier, you were expecting Tai to need a pick-me-up. After a stick-up at a bank, all those tensions running high and there being hardly anything he could do, even with his quirk. You were almost certain he would feel a little under the weather by the time he got home.

But no, you were being ambushed into snuggles. Sometimes he was just a little too sweet to you. Not that you minded, but after the day he had... this felt just a tad bit off.

Then again, you weren't complaining. The way Tai had bee-lined for you as soon as his shoes were off, being squeezed into a tight hug from behind, and just Tai nuzzling against your neck... it was like he knew the kind of pick-me-up you had in mind and that he needed something else.

"I saw what happened Tai." You patted as far up as you could reach with your arms half pinned, "You wanna talk about it?"

He grunted softly, "No, not at the moment. I just need to know you're okay."

"Well, I got an eight-foot tall teddy bear clinging to me, but other than that I'm good."

You were both chuckling softly, "Very funny sweetheart. Don't make me abduct you to the living room."

"A pro-hero kidnapping a helpless civilian." You gasped playfully, "You wouldn't."

"Don't tempt me."

Giggling and squirming around in his grasp, you kissed his cheek sweetly. Doing your best to look and act innocent. Tai blushing something fierce was the least of your worries as he scooped you up over his shoulder.

"I warned you!"

"You don't have the guts!"

It was almost enough to get him to put you back down, almost. But giggling all the way to the living room, spouting cheesy one-liners was just what you two did. Whether they actually fit either of you was a whole other story... one that wasn't going to be discussed anytime soon.

#x reader #bnha #bnha fanfiction #bnha taishiro #bnha fatgum #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #mha taishiro #mha fatgum #mha fanfiction #mha x reader #mha x you #mha x y/n #mha x gender neutral reader #fatgum x y/n #fatgum x you #fatgum x reader #fatgum #taishiro toyomitsu x reader #taishiro toyomitsu #taishiro x reader #flufftober 2023

[arminsweave]

How the Pro Hero's would react to their s/o h@rming themselves

Tw// self h@rm topics, slight NSFW 🔞

Characters inculded: keigo Takami, shouta aizawa, mirko (I love her 🙈), fatgum, present mic

present mic🎤 ✨️(Hizashi Yamada):

When he found out...oh boy, he was really shocked you would do that to yourself, so he tries his hardest to comfort you as much as he can

He ask you if you wanna talk about it but if you don't want too, he'll gladly understand and make your favorite meals or goes to a convenient store to get your favorite snacks and drinks

He would place the snacks on the coffee table in front of you and put your favorite show/movie on while he cuddles you and tells you how perfect you are (AHDHXH I LOVE HIM 😭😭)

"Don't worry, little listener...I'm here for you and if anyone dares to hurt you, you come to me and confront them for you" (stole the nickname somewhere😼 /j)

Eraserhead ✏️⚫️ (Shouta Aizawa):

This man...THIS FREAKING MAN

He figured why you were acting differently and ngl he got worried about you

But when he found out you were h@rming yourself, he immensely pulled you into a hug

He was crying a bit cause he was scared to think of losing you ☹️ and told you to always come to him whenever you have something troubling you

He will cuddle with you with a cat blanket over you both

Just like what present mic did, he will put your favorite movie/show on and buy you your favorite snacks/drinks for you to make you happy and loved

"Kitten, you know I love you so much and I admire you...please come to me when it's tough because I'll be here for you always" (AWEJDJX MY HEART 😭✨️)

Hawks🦉⭐️(Keigo Takami):

He seems like he wouldn't care but he cares alot, heck..he probably has you as his lockscreen and stares at it lovingly whenever he's busy doing hero work

When he found out your scars, he transformed into protective Hawk mode and asked you what happened, when it happened, and who did it, when you told him it was you, he gave a confusing look

"What do you mean about that, baby bird??"

When it finally clicked in him, he was very surprised when he realized what you meant but saddened, so he ordered some chickens from kfc (as always lol) and heated up your blanket so you'll be warm and comfortable.

While the food finally came, he placed it on the table in front of you both and the tv, he grabbed your blanket to place it over you and hold you tightly and gave a kiss on your forehead while giving words of affirmation to make you feel loved. (ahzhxhxbd I love this man ☹️🩷✨️)

"Baby bird, you would never have to feel that way anymore as long as I'm here with you... I promise you that"

Mirko 🐇🤍

THIS WOMEN IS THE BEST AT COMFORTING OTHERS

She would be a good listener if you felt comfortable enough to vent to her. She would rub your back slowly and hug you tightly, but again, not too tight, lol

"Don't worry, my little bunny...I'll do anything in my power to help you feel better"

The same as present mic and aizawa, she would buy you your favorite snacks and drinks and place it on the table, and she would grab your comfort plushie and give it to you so you can hold it.

And just like hawks, she would warm up your favorite blanket so you'll be warm and comfortable, but she would place it on both of you

She's perfect 😭✨️✨️

Mirko will also clean your scars and kiss the places you're insecure about (forgot to add this for aizawa and Hawks 😔🤛) and, like Hawks again, she'll tell you words of affirmation to make sure you know how much she loves you and know that you are loved.

"Bunny, please come to me whenever you need to get it out of your system instead of hurting yourself....I'm here for you always"

Fatgum🍽🟡 (taishiro toyomitsu):

He would be really sad as well when he found out about your scars, but he would understand that you are going through a tough time and if it was because of some specific people then he'll do something about it for you

But if you said no, he'll ofc understand your option and would make you feel loved

Ok I hc fatgum that he would be a great chef so he will cook you any food you like to eat, he'll even use ketchup to make a heart in the corner of the plate and a card that says "love you darling, your perfect no matter what♡"

After you're done eating, he'll transform into his chubby form so you can use him as a pillow and soflty stroke your hair while lifting his head to kiss you on your forehead or whatever, he'll also rub your back and if you want to watch tv...he will find your favorite tv show or movie.

HES SO SWEET 😭😭

Like the others, he will also give you words of affirmation so you know how much you're loved and that he loves you alot

I was supposed to inculde all might and endeavor but I lost motivation:'> sorry, I just got back into writing but then writeblock came back so fast 😔🤛 but anyways hope you all liked this :]] sorry again if it was too short

#fypage #mha hcs #proherosxreader #mha x reader #mirko x you #aizawa x reader #fatgum x you #present mic x reader #hawks x reader

[deleteddewewted]

Hello! I hope you're doing well today! I was wondering if it'd be cool to request some smut of our lord and savior...

Taishiro Toyomitsu AKA The BMI Hero: Fatgum

If it's ok to ask maybe chubby fem reader pegging him into overstimulation? •v•c

MDNI

W: NSFW, Pegging, Plus Sized! Reader, Fem! Reader, Overstimulation, Dom/Sub, Minor Mommy Kink, Sub! Fatgum, Dom! Reader

Commissions: Open! (You can commission/support me on Ko-fi!)

Taishiro couldn't remember the last time he was milked for all that he had. He was sweating into the sheets and his cock had never felt so overstimulated as it rubbed against the pillow between his thighs. He couldn't keep his eyes open and his mouth hung open as you continued your pace. I was eye-rolling just how hard you were fucking him. He's never felt so small or vulnerable before, yet you managed to make him feel that way. You were usually the one who was being taken care of but this felt great. His moans came out gargled and broken. He was lost and he didn't want to come back. Your warm and soft body against his made him cum again as you bit his ear.

"Such a good boy, Taishiro. Keep cumming for, mommy." He tried responding but he just ended up burying his face into the mattress and moaning louder as you grabbed his dick and tugged. He came, little dribbles of cum oozed out and left his legs trembling.

He lay flat on the bed and breathed hard as you slowly pulled your strap out of him, letting it slap against his rear as you watched him recover from his last orgasm.

"You did so good for me, Taishiro. Thank you, baby." You leaned over and kissed his face before inviting him to embrace you. He happily snuggled up with you and fell asleep.

#fatgum x reader #fatgum #mha #bnha #taishiro toyomitsu #taishiro x reader #fatgum x y/n #fatgum x you #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

[mirukosbitchywife]

aizawa, fatgum, twice, mirio, kirishima, and shinsou x reader who dyes their hair

another request from the bestie!! this one was for aizawa, fatgum, twice, mirio, kirishima, and shinsou x reader who dyes their hair a lot, like every month kinda stuff!! hope u like it!! this is my first time writing for a few of them so i hope it's okay!

shouta aizawa:

•literally doesn't care. might actually deadass not notice you dyed it again. he seems like the type to always look his s/o in the eye/face, you might have to point out things like your hair and clothes to get him to pay attention to them, but he always compliments your makeup if you wear any (bc that's where he's staring) so he makes up for it <3

•don't ask him to help you pick a color ever. it will not end the way you want it to he will literally just pick at random, you're better off asking someone else or picking yourself

•not so secretly skilled with doing hair, he's besties with nemuri and i'm so sure he's had to help out kiri w dying his hair too!! so aizawa is the person to go to if you need help with it!! will only grumble a little but that's normal

•will covertly bitch about protecting your hair. sees you with another box of bleach too soon and just. grabs it from you. doesn't say shit. takes it and goes. gives it back to you in like a month?

•might actually knock you out if you try to buy another after he took one from you

taishiro toyomitsu:

•notices immediately and compliments the color(s) on you!!! calls you a different pet name with each color too, like pink would be sweetie, blue would be darling, smth like that, he just likes giving you new ones.

•amazing decision maker. for everyone out there who struggles to make basics choices? this is ur man. will help you pick a color and will argue his point when ur still indecisive. king.

•don't ask him to help you dye it tho. i'm sorry he just seems. i don't want to be mean to him but i think if he tried to help you dye your hair it'd be all over the both of you. more on you two than your hair. sorry tai </3

•WILL let you dye his hair to match yours!!! he wears a hoodie during work anyway so it wouldn't mess with anything!! he actually loves the matching too

•helps you take care of it, looks up tips on his phone to show you later, recommends products for you to use (also buys all the shit for u thank god)

jin bubaigawara:

•stumbles trips over the air cries screams throws up every time you dye your hair. he is so ridiculous in his enthusiasm. every time you dye it it's like he's never seen anyone with brightly colored hair before even tho he lives with spinner

•probably also a pretty good person to go to when you can't decide on a color, he's had to wise up on what goes with what since becoming a big brother to toga who WILL stab him if he chooses wrong. so he might be able to give good advice

•i also don't think he should be allowed anywhere near your head. like think 10x as messy as with taishiro because jin is also super clumsy and will get it everywhere. on you two on the floor on the sink on the bathtubs somehow? on the ceiling? idk how he did it

•probably would also let you dye his hair to match yours since he does wear his mask. i think during the meta liberation army arc when he starts doubling himself again, him having his hair dyed and his clones having blonde hair would really help him with the trauma as well

•doesn't give you tips, doesn't help you, takes care of your hair For you. he can't dye hair but he can moisturize and comb it out for you 🥺 maybe even braid it if you want

togata mirio

•he doesn't notice when you do your hair, no. he was watching you with his face on the wall out of your line of sight watching you do it. (i think he's kinda just Always Watching, not in a creepy way but like he'll pop up to watch you do your makeup/your hair, pops up to walk you to and from places when he can, etc.)

•gives you tons and tons of compliments whenever you dye it a different color. he's probably mid at picking between colors tho, idk if i trust his style sometimes..

•could Probably be trusted to dye your hair, he would be REALLY focused on making sure it's perfect and that he doesn't fuck it up, watched TONS of videos beforehand

•he doesn't have a hood or mask but would still be willing to let you dye his hair to match, it's honestly really his style

•probably likes to leave hair products around for you. idk how he does it considering he can't go through things with items but whatever

eijirou kirishima

•would absolutely LOVE being w someone who also dyes their hair!! it's probably how y'all bonded in the first place!

•very good at choosing between colors. even super similar colors. he's Very particular about the shade of his hair so he knows what's up!!

•will absolutely want to do each other's hair together!! you dye his hair and he dyes yours !! very fun to do but you guys also get pretty messy. worth it tho

•he would be super super excited if you also want to dye your hair red, Might dye his hair a different color for a month or so if you have a specific signature color as well but that's as good as you're gonna get.

•you guys both totally share hair care tips together like true relationship goals

hitoshi shinsou

•waits in anticipation for whatever color you're doing next. literally no matter what color you dyed your hair, no matter how patchy or uneven it is, he will compliment it

•don't ask him to help pick between colors. he will say yes to every color and when you go "that's not how it works" he's just like "okay but they all look good on you i can't decide" WHICH IS THE ISSUE IN THE FIRST OLACE BECAUSE YOU ALSO CANT PICK THATS WHY YOU CAME TO HIM!!!! grr

•oh my god he's been watching youtube tutorials on dying hair since he found out you dye yours, he's SO ready to dye your hair when you finally ask him. does an amazing job chefs kiss

•will bite you if you try to over bleach your hair, i'm so serious. he's like nooooo idc how excited u are for a new color no more bleach 👿

•another one who personally wants to apply products to your hair and knows so many hairstyles u can't convince me otherwise. he learned more so he can play in ur hair <3

#my hero acedamia #bnha #my fics #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x you #aizawa x reader #fatgum x you #fatgum x y/n #fatgum x reader #toyomitsu taishirou x reader #toyomitsu x reader #jin bubaigawara x y/n #jin bubaigawara x you #jin bubaigawara x reader #mirio x you #mirio x reader #mirio x y/n #kirishima x y/n #kirishima x you #kirishima x reader #shinsou x y/n #hitoshi shinso x y/n #shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi x y/n #hitoshi shinso #eijirou x reader #eijirou x you #kirishima eijirou #taishiro x reader

[succubus-nini]

My darling Bakerᰔᩚ

Fatgum x Black!Reader

When Fat gum first met you, he was hooked. But you were stubborn, as a black person is, So he just wins you over, step by step.

Quirk: Ivy. You are practically Ivy from Marvel, Only if you overuse your quirk, you will very well die because the plant quirk makes you pretty immune to shit. So when you do get sick, HELLA Fatal🥰

Y/N was a owner of the Bakery downtown, "The Blooming Garden" . The bakery was your dream since you were little, as you weren't exactly(allowed/ didn't want to/ wasn't qualified ect. ) to be a hero.

You loved your bakery. It was your pride, your livelihood. You couldn't imagine being without your bakery because of a villain. It was too horrible for you to imagine.

The first time you met Fat gum was when he was in his slim form and needed to refill. Fatgun was around 5'11 or 6'0, you couldn't tell.

Now in his normal form, he's a solid 8'2. But you've never seen Fatgum, nor his slim form. So you, the innocent baker, though he was just a new customer.

"Wow.. I didn't expect a actual garden..-" He said, genuinely impressed at the flowers and vines that gave the place a cozy meadow vibe. Taishiro would look at the baker who was kneading some dough and his heart skipped a beat.

Why were you so perfect? The way the afternoon sun hit your dark skin and how your hair swayed with each movement of your hands, he thought he had died and went to heaven.

It took you a minute to notice the tall man. Once you did you smiled warmly at him and stopped what you were doing. "Welcome to my Bakery! What is on your cravings list Today dear?"

Oh sweet cinnamon rolls you done got this man way to deep

His face flushed a bright pink and he smiled nervously. "Ah- Well I'm new around here so, Can I get one of everything?" He asked, taking notice your taken aback expression.

Not once did ANYBODY say they wanted one of everything. That's damn near 150 dollars. You raised a eyebrow and huffed.

"Listen, I get you are new to this bakery, but I don't do things like that unle-" You paused as he got out cash money. So he was serious??

"How much would that be?" He asked, smiling at you with that bright aura of his. It was obvious he didn't hear what you were just saying as he was absorbed into his own world.

"... 150.00-" Y/N sighed in defeat, going behind the counter and putting one of every baked sweet you had in their assortment boxes, then proceeding to hand him the bag after ringing up the items.

The hero smiled even brighter at how you had given up on denying him and just snickered at how adorable your pout was. "Cute.." He mumbled before turning to walk out the door.

"Bye hun, See you soon." Taishiro said, eating a blueberry muffin as the door jingled at his exit.

A hour later you were closing up shop when you remembered him. "Seriously, Is he ok.." You muttered.

After closing the bakery you couldn't help but feel a bit more uneasy at how dark it was.

"Is it seriously 7:00?" Y/N questioned she made her way back to her house. Now you weren't dumb or oblivious, so you noticed it quickly when you felt the eyes of a unknown person on you after walking past a alleyway.

You especially knew it was on you went past the police station and the feeling you were being watched dismissed only after you past said police station.

Eventually you paused and turned around, dropping your bag with a clenched fist next to you and staring into the darkness that you just left. You opened your mouth and intensified your stare.

Being the one person who has actively planned out a death but never went through with it you just stood there. The offender took a step towards you and you instantly lifted your hand. He raised an eyebrow as you opened your mouth to speak.

"Alright you disgusting stalker weirdo come on over so I can knock some sense into you.." Y/n said through gritted teeth as she rolled her sleeves up and prepared herself for a fight.

The person stepped into view and smiled. "Why there's no need to be violent baby, we can talk this out at my place with a bottle of wine, what do you say?" This guy was a new female offender, as he was now known for stalking women before convincing them to go with him, then he'd kill them.

"Touch me and you lose your ability to tell you mouth from your ass." You said, Your hair now covering your eye as the guy ran and laid a nasty finger on your shoulder.

The next morning you were at the bakery, making some cinnamon rolls that was called in, along with some beef teriyaki, when Fatgum in his fat form and his work study students walked in. The red-haired one looked around in awe at how nature themed the place was. The purple haired one with his hood up just stayed hidden behind Fatgum.

You didn't know any of them. You remembered faces, and Fatgum seemed similar to the guy who came in yesterday, the jackets were the same. As you finished frosting the cinnamon rolls, you heard the red one say how Manly your bakery was. It made you snicker at how honest he sounded.

"Why thank you, built it myself and nearly died." You said as the red one's eyes widened. You took notice of all three's shocked expression as some other customers walked in with gifts. You were quite confused, it wasn't (birthday) yet, was it??

Just as you doubted, it was your birthday. These people were your friends from high school, and some recent friends who frequent your café. They all focused on you, not even sparing The three a word other than "Excuse me." or "Morning." before smothering you in endless love and support.

You got them to settle down just enough to apologize to Fatgum, Kirishima and Amajiki. "I deeply apologize about this. I don't know why but around these parts of town my birthday has become some time of celebration."

You said before packing up the large cinnamon rolls and the beef teriyaki. "And it's on the house." After handing the two boxes to Fatgum everyone walked out the bakery and gave you enough space to close it early for the day.

"Oh yeah, Y/N you have a stain that looks like blood on your bag." One of your friends said and you deadpanned you slowly turned to them with murder in your eyes. "I killed someone before opening the bakery." You said, making it unable for everyone else to tell if you were serious or not.

"I'm joking!" You said, flicking their nose. "It's ketchup from the spaghetti I had last night." Y/n laughed and her friends laughed. "You are a dark person." Your male friend said before both of your friends walked you away to you're favorite hangout spot, leaving Fatgum and his students standing at the bakery.

A/n- This is gonna be a part one and I'll work on the dabi part two when I wake up tomorrow. Love y'all <3

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[celinamazapan]

Hello!💕 I have seen that some people draw their selfshipp with this cover and I decided to do the same... except that I used Fatgum villain👀🖤 (the truth is that I was inspired by a character bot HAHAHA)

#taishiro toyomitsu #fatgum x y/n #fatgum x reader #self ship #self shipping #fatgum #mha #my hero academia #bnha taishiro #boku no hero academia #Fatgum villain #tammyhiro #fatgum x you

[shortsnackattack]

The Baker's Daughter

MHA Fantasy AU Fatgum (Tai/Taishiro) x you (femreader) --injury to recovery, mostly fluff

Summary: Fantasy AU. You’ve grown up in a quaint hamlet and unbeknownst to you, caught the eye of a monster hunter. What happens when the man who’d been secretly pining for you ends up bloody and broken outside your family’s bakery?

Tw: some cursing, blood, injury, recovery, scarring, pregnancy, child nursing

Due to the trigger warning and content, 18+MDNI please!

You’ve grown up between the stacks of flour, the powdered sugar clinging to your cheeks and apron. By now you know your father’s recipes by heart and have started to put your own spin on them, adding raisins or nuts, mixing cinnamon or nutmeg. Through the years you’ve found that the little niche of the world that used to chafe, that seemed so small, has started to fit like a glove. Maybe you didn’t need adventure out there in the great wide world, maybe the small difference you made here was enough to satisfy that desire for something. Your desires, sunning themselves like Sunday housecats, lie dormant. The steady business, the comfort of living with your family, and watching your friends as they likewise flourished, it all added up to a contentment you found unexpectedly satisfying.

In fact it was this simplicity, this small pastural slice of domesticity that drew him to you and your family’s shop.

Tai had seen you out and about fetching water, delivering loaves and cakes to customers at home, but he’d never managed to talk to you. His work, far more brutal and isolating than he’d care to admit, only brought him through the town once every couple months. As time passed, Taishiro started to wonder about you, make up fake stories about your life, imagining what your day to day looked like, wondering if you had siblings or pets or a lover. That last part always stuck awkwardly in his throat.

Knowing full well a man in his line of work could never provide a stable home for another, he’d never even taken the first step to get to know you, but as the months dragged on to years and he never saw you with a wedding band or the tell-tale sign of a bump, he wondered why someone hadn’t snatched you up yet.

Enough, Taishiro chastised himself. He’d thought of you enough. And like that Tai purposely avoided the town for months, knowing that one day he would return and he would see that golden band or that baby bump and it would hurt him more than any monster he’d faced.

It wasn’t until one fateful night that your paths would finally cross.

For days he’d hunted monsters, trying to clear out a small pack of them along the eastern ridge when the town that had hired him held more surprises than just a monster problem. It was also home to a man who wanted him dead for reasons muddied by time and rumor, changing the story beyond a recognizable shape.

The stark fact, however, is that Taishiro found himself running through the forest in the black of night, with nothing put a sliver of a moon and the sound of arrows at his back. The pain of being shot was easily overpowered by the fear that he’d not be able to get away, so he followed a bend, waited for the sound of his pursuers to continue ahead before he quickly deviated to the left and kept walking until he found himself in the town he’d sworn he’d never return to.

Damn it all, if he’s going to break one of the promises he’d made to himself, he might as well break another.

That’s how Taishiro found himself in the alleyway behind your family’s bakery, half conscious and clutching at his side where he could still feel the blood pooling too fast, no sign of it coagulating in his current state. If he didn’t get help soon he’d surely bleed out, but as Taishiro leaned his head back against the wall of your family’s bakery, he allowed himself a small smile. At least his last thoughts would be of you and the smell of freshly baked bread.

Or maybe oblivion had to wait for another day.

When Taishiro came to, he noticed that he was laying flat on his back, the mattress beneath him more comfortable than the ground he usually slept on. With consciousness, however, came the shooting pain through his side and he gingerly put a hand to feel it only to come into contact with a hefty bandage over the wound.

The room itself wasn’t large, but with only one window allowing weak light to enter, it was impossible to know what time of day it was. The sound of shuffling drew his attention to the door and when it swung open he thought his heart had stopped completely. It was you, the girl from the bakery, the one who he’d fantasized about so much you were practically a walking myth. Tai’s traitorous eyes shamefully bounced to where your left hand carried a pitcher of water, looking for the wedding band that would tell him what he’d always feared, but it was still empty and a sick twist of pleasure cut through his gut.

Upon noticing that he was awake, you came straight over and took stock of his condition. You looked into his eyes and felt his pulse before giving him a cup of water to drink.

He quickly downed two, and after thanking you his breath caught slightly before he gave you his name. You gave him yours in turn and your name, fresh upon his ears, demanded to be tasted by his mouth. Taishiro said it lowly, but you must have heard him because you gave him an inquisitive look and a small smile.

Between your eyes and your smile, Tai thought he actually had died out there in that alley, but the sharp pain in his side reminded him that he was still very much alive and still very much injured. Noticing the pain that shot across his features as he adjusted his position on the cot, you helped him right himself before gingerly opening the bandage to examine the wound. You waved away his concerns and promised that the doctor would return after a while to check in on him again. With a final promise that you would return with some soup and bread, he was once more left alone to contemplate his current situation.

Damn it all to hell. Truly, is this the punishment the universe saw fit to give him? You, always there, always smelling like bread and sugar, and always so damnably nice? It was maddening to see you every day, to see your smile, you feel your hands checking his forehead and cheeks for any sign of fever, to feel you gently prod at the wound to make sure the stiches were holding and not becoming infected.

You spoke low in his presence, as though speaking too loudly would startle him out of recovery. Even when he tried to detain you with questions you would simply smile and promise him “later, later, I must return to the shop” and then later when you did return, with a tray laden with that night’s dinner still hot and fragrant, you simply watched him eat and told him small snippets of what he wanted to know. The most pressing questions always beyond his reach, beyond what would be polite to ask.

Frustrated and painfully aware that if he didn’t leave your care soon he might never want to leave your side, Taishiro asked you what your husband thought of you taking care of a strange man. You simply smiled, and said that if you had a husband then perhaps you’d be better equipped to answer.

Taishiro did something then that surprised himself more than it surprised you, and your eyes were wide enough to indicate your shock: he grabbed your wrist, lightly, but firm enough that you wouldn’t mistake his actions. Anchored to the spot, you looked to his eyes with questions and a wariness he’d never seen flit across your features. But when he finally worked up the courage to ask why you were unmarried, his tongue failed him, instead asking you when he would be well enough to be released.

Your features softened at that and told him that within a few weeks he should be healthy enough to move around freely and go about his business.

Weeks? He wouldn’t make it. Every day his notice of the way your skirts swished across the floor increased, every day the smell of baked goods that never seemed to leave your hair enticed him to lean closer. One day you brought a basin of water to help him bathe and he thought he would die on the spot, gruffly assuring you that after you cleaned his back he could manage the rest. When on the following day you brought him a small cake that had broken in the oven, and he tasted the heavenly mix of spices and sugar that always seemed to cling to your hair, he thought he truly would go mad with desire.

The following night you joined him for dinner instead of just bringing his portion and when a bit of wine caught at the corner of your mouth Tai’s hand unconsciously reached out to brush it away with his thumb. His thumb lingered over your mouth a moment or two longer than strictly necessary before he withdrew his hand and brought his thumb to his own mouth, licking the wine from it. Stifling a groan, he watched as a flash of hunger crossed your vision before you gulped and murmured out a small thank you.

So then, you weren’t immune to him, either. The thought pleased him to no end.

After that day Taishiro would make up some reason to touch you. These reasons, though on the surface seemed innocent enough, did little to stop the wicked imaginings that thinned his willpower. The feel of your hands as you helped him sit up and stand practically seared his skin. When Taishiro started walking again, perhaps he didn’t have to lean so close on you, but feeling how his arm enclosed your shoulders was more satisfying than the small sweets you brought him after the shop closed for the day. Nothing came close, however, to the feeling of when you would brush his hair for him, the feeling of the brush against his scalp and your soft hands in his hair. If he were a cat he’d purr at the sensation that trickled down his spine.

His palms itched to have you within their grasp, but he balled his hands into fists, reminding himself that after he was recovered there was no future for the two of you. Things couldn’t even go back to the way they were—not properly at least.

Now instead of the fantasies, Tai had the reality, or a taste of it at least. Instead of wondering what you do all day he knew your routine.

He knew that you had a soft spot for animals, and that you often snuck small treats into your pockets for the children in the square. He knew that you like your green dress with the small daisies at the hemline, and that your favorite soap has a hint of lavender. Your hands aren’t soft in the way a fine lady’s are, but compared to his that have seen forests and weapons and fear, they might as well be. Taishiro has memorized the faint scar on your forehead and the way you laugh is different when you’re startled into it.

How can he return to the fantasy when the real thing is so much sweeter? How can he return to a fantasy when he knows that with a simple look he can make your cheeks turn pink, that you sometimes sneak glances at him across the room when you think he’s not looking? How can he turn his back on the knowledge that you also share some sort of affection for him?

As Taishiro’s wound healed and the scabbing started giving way to scar tissue, he knew that he was running out of the borrowed time the universe had given him. He refused to try and seduce you, that would only hurt you once he’d eventually leave, but as the days dragged on he found it harder and harder to say goodbye.

One day Tai felt well enough to go for a walk by himself outside, pleased by the feeling of the soft summer air on his face and the sunshine on his back. He walked a few blocks in no particular direction, noticing how the town hadn’t changed much in the months he’d purposefully stayed away. Knowing that you’d be in a safe, stable place pleased him.

Upon his return to the bakery however, he discovered you sitting on his cot, your back to the doorway so all he could see was the light shaking of your shoulders.

“Did you think I wouldn’t come back?” he asked, his own voice deep with emotion.

When you turned, that emotion broke open further, pushing him to cross the distance between you with a few sure strides and to take you into his arms as he sat beside you on the cot.

You laughed a bit, feeling foolish that he should see you like this, but his hand dragging over the back of your head gave you a reassurance you hadn’t realized you needed. He drew back far enough to wipe your tears away with his thumbs before cupping your cheeks between his hands. He felt it, the way the earth had shifted with you there beside him. He could feel the divide in his heart mending itself back together and he did the only thing his poor broken heart had ever wanted to do and kissed you. It was gentle, a kiss full of promise and yet restrained. He drew back, slightly overwhelmed, but it was you, pulling him back to your lips that fully sunk him. He deepened the kiss, shifting his hands from your cheeks to your hair, allowing one to tangle into your roots and another to plant itself between your shoulder blades.

When the two of you drew apart this time, his thoughts were of nothing but warmth, his body leaning forward, honing in on the way your breath gently panted against his own lips. His body, moving of its own accord leaned in again, shaping and reshaping your lips, hungrily devouring them as his hands itched to pull you even closer against him. It was only through his own willpower, something that had deserted him long enough to kiss your lips into their current swollen and perfect state, that stopped him from pressing further.

Taishiro simply reached up to his hair and grabbed the leather cord binding it back, allowing his unruly hair to fall. This time when he took your wrist he held it gently and wrapped the leather cord around it. Tying it off he then kissed your skin just below it and looked up into your eyes. Smiling at what he found there, he gently cupped your cheek and kissed you once more, a silent promise between the both of you.

-Several Years Later-

Watching you has always been one of Tai’s favorite things to do, but now, watching the sway of your hips and the way you deftly maneuver around the bakery despite the growing bump has become second nature. He could spend hours watching you talk to customers, brushing the flour off your hands onto your apron, giving them that winning smile that had won him over so long ago.

Assimilating into a more peaceful life, a thought that had once given him an itch that he couldn’t escape, was now a balm to his battered heart. Waking up to the sound of your child nursing from you as the three of you lay in bed shot so much love through him that he was briefly overwhelmed. Catching sight of his face you smiled gently, guessing at what had brought such emotion to the fierce man you’d met bleeding out behind your family’s bakery.

He fondly brushed his lips over the infant’s head before lowering to give another kiss to the bump that had started to make itself more pronounced with each passing day. Rubbing a hand over the bump he hummed in contentment before glancing at the light that was starting to spill into your bedroom. The cottage was small but cozy, a small haven for your family to grow.

Satisfied that he still had time before the two of you would be expected to head into the bakery, he shifted to put and arm over you without disturbing the infant still happily nursing.

This was it. This was the Elysium he’d denied himself for so long, afraid he’d never see it, afraid he’d never be worthy of it.

But the day grew lighter, the baby was fed, and he was home.

Thank you for reading!!

#fatgum fluff #fatgum x you #taishiro x reader #fatgum #mha x you #mha fantasy au #taishiro toyomitsu

[ambrose-stein]

Man... MANNN I can't tell you how much I love this man. I ended up drawing a third outfit for small gum so I'll probably post that one later on ☺️ but for now these are my double wide daki designs for Fatgum.

I'm gonna end up making these for myself. Either two pillows or one with a designs from each size. Don't know yet .

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[faulty-writes]

Can I please request a head cannon for what it would be like working as an intern under Fatgum? Like the reader considers that work one of their safe spots and so is always taking on extra shifts, additional work assignments, and is generally just fond of Fatgum (albeit a bit shy around him). Thank you so much!! <3

[ More love for Fat Gum! Hell yes! This sounds adorable. ]

You had heard countless stories from Eijirou about Fat Gum. How he was kind, sweet, and overall the greatest mentor one could have. Ironically, Fat Gum was one of your favorite heroes and though you were a bit hesitant you asked for Eijirou's help in having the opportunity to take your internship under the BMI hero.

Your first experience meeting Fat Gum in person was memorable. He gave you a toothy smile before spreading his arms out. "I'm glad to have ya aboard! No need to be shy! Bring yaself on over!" it was at this moment you discovered you may have a weakness for the comfort and security Fat Gum provided.

His cheery attitude was present even when you happened to mess up on patrols or almost let the baddie escape. "That's all right, a little mistake never hurt nobody," he reassured, giving you a gentle pat on the back but he was always a little concerned when he saw that frown continue to paint your features.

When you volunteered for extra shifts, Fat Gum would always check up on you and made sure you took breaks. "Come on, ya gonna work yaself to death now. How about I order us some food? Whaddya say?" it was no surprise that many viewed Fat Gum as a parental figure considering how much he cared about not only his interns but his employees and friends as well.

You always tried to find ways to thank him for the kindness and safe space he provided. On occasion, you'd make cookies for him or surprise him with a bento box, and sometimes you'd go out of your way to get him takoyaki from his favorite restaurant. "Ya gotta stop spoiling me so much," he'd always joke, but he was happy to accept food from you nonetheless.

Fat Gum would always get concerned when he noticed the rosy color of your cheeks or the way you'd glance away from him. "Is something wrong? Ya can always tell me, I'm sorry if I said something to upset ya," the fact that he blamed himself for your shy behavior killed you, but you eventually admitted that you were just shy which caused him to laugh and ruffle your hair. "Nothing wrong with a little shy nature," he teased.

There were a handful of times when you'd show up to work and Fat Gum immediately sensed something was wrong. "Ya know ya can tell me anything, I won't judge ya. No matter what ya did, we'll make it better so ya don't feel so sore," you'd never tell anyone that you cried once or twice into Fat Gum's chest or that he always had a way to make everything better like he said he would.

#fatgum x y/n #fatgum x you #fat gum x reader #fatgum x reader #taishiro x reader #taishiro x you #faulty writes: taishiro toyomitsu #faulty writes: taishiro toyomitsu: headcanons

[cupidstwin333]

Can i get male romantic bnha matchup please ?

Im pansexual but i want male rn.

About appearance i have black hair and deep brown eyes. 150cm talls and pretty fat 🥲. Im 20yo (she/her)

Info

I have cancer sun / scorpio moon

4w5 and lawful evil and slytherin and ENFP

Personality

My personality depends on who i am with. When im with my bf im very touchy but if he doesn't like it i will stop because im very obedient but that doesn't mean i can't break the rules or will always listen. i just loves so hard and devoted. Am way to loyal to my own good. I have a little depression. I like to spoil but at the same time i like to be spoiled too ! . I love money. I have trust issue and abandonment issue so im ok if my love want to lock me a little (?)

My theme song

Telepathia / honey baby / fue mejor

By Kali uchis

Like

Sleep / money / food

Dislike

Cockroach / being poor

Hobby

Sleep / play games / day dreaming

Passion

I have a passion about song writting and rapping and being rich

Matchup trade with @qlassicc

If it was a platonic matchup I'd give you Uraraka, I have a feeling you two would get along :)

After a long time of thinking 💭 your match is...

Fatgum

Background:

You're a pro hero and man it was worth it! All the years of training and studying were worth it. You wanted to give up so many times but now you were finally living the life you deserved! You wore a custom-made Gucci dress. The gown was made of baby pink satin and had a deep neckline. You wore matching satin gloves to finish the look, and you wore your hair down. You had a champagne glass in your right hand and occasionally took a sip from it. You enjoyed life, and you were finally rich! You had a luxurious mansion, a lavish car, and the wardrobe of your dreams. You were walking around the ballroom curious to meet new faces, you were at an event to celebrate how many wins All might had. All might approached you, "Thank you so much for coming. I have heard a lot of positive things about you!" He exclaimed, you smiled at him "I am honored to be here." you responded and watched how he made small talk with all the pro heroes. You rolled your eyes when he left. You didn't care about the civilians you saved, it was simple they needed a "hero" and you needed your paycheck. If it wasn't for the money you wouldn't have wasted your time. Someone bumped into you spilling champagne all over your gown. The look of shock on their faces turns into guilt. "I am so sorry, let me help you!" Your gown was ruined and the only way he could make it up to you was by paying you the price you paid for it. "It's fine really, don't worry," you say with a reassuring smile as you turn around and ignore the fact that all the pro heroes are now staring at you. You go to the washroom and change into another dress (the perks of being rich). You take your ruined dress and toss it in a laundry bag. When you leave the bathroom you hear a familiar voice. You look up and realize it's the stranger who ruined your dress. You see him for the first time and he's quite handsome, tall, muscular body and blond hair. "I am Taishiro Toyomitsu, my hero name is Fat Gum. I wanna apologize again. Tell me how can I make it up to you? I'll do anything!"

How it started:

It had been well over 3 months since that night and surprisingly you and Taishiro have gotten a lot closer. You felt dumb for not recognising him in his fat less form or the fact that he was the Fat Gum when he introduced himself that night. You remembered when you were still in high school that he saved you once from a villain infiltration at your school. You had to jump from the two story building because of a fire that had broken out. You expected that day to be your last and that you’ll never be able to become a rich and successful hero, but when you opened your eyes you saw that Fat Gum had caught you safely. And ever since that day you’ve been seeing the hero society in a different light (or at least you tried). He met up with you after that party and paid you back for ruining your expensive dress but you decided to grab your chance and asked him for his number too. This caught him by surprise but he still gave you his number with a smile. You would lie if you said that you hadn’t developed a crush on him. He was very sweet and respectful. Now you guys would go out almost every week. He would take you to his favourite restaurants around Tokyo and you were completely in love.

“Y/n have you heard of this restaurant it’s very underrated but I’m sure you’ll love it!” Taishiro says with an excited grin on his face. You could notice by the fact that he had lost a lot of fat that he had been fighting villains all day so you were more than glad to join him for dinner this evening. You wanted him to have some fun and relax a bit from all the hero work, and what better way to do that than with food? You also couldn’t ignore the fact that he looked very handsome today, he was wearing a matte black skinny one-button suit and his hair was slicked back, you were guessing that he just came from an important event. After a ten-minute drive Taishiro pulls up in a parking spot and tells you that you both have to walk the rest which you didn’t mind at all. He stops in front of a fancy-looking restaurant, you look at Taishiro with a confused expression. Normally he would take you to more casual places, like all-you-can-eat restaurants or hidden spots that were popular among the locals. “Are we at the right place?” You ask dumbfounded. Even though you were wearing a beautiful dusty pink satin dress you still felt like you were underdressed for this restaurant. Taishiro laughs and gives you a nod “this is the place I wanted to take you for a while now.” He says. “But it was impossible to book a reservation.” You laugh “so it isn’t underrated at all.” He shakes his head with a smug smile, he lied to you. “Let’s head in.” He says grabbing your hand and entering the restaurant. A waiter guides you both to your reserved table and Taishiro pulls your seat back for you to sit. You smile at his gentlemanly gesture. “Wow” you mutter trying to take the situation in. “Is there a particular reasons why you’ve decided to spoil me today?” You ask feeling all giddy inside. He gives you a childish smile before shaking his head, indicating that he is blatantly lying to you. “Let’s worry about my intentions later, the foods on this menu are to die for.” He says grabbing the menu and showing you all the things he wants you to try. Soon enough you’ve both made your minds up and decide to order. While waiting for your food you couldn’t help but question Taishiro. “So you’ve decided to get dressed like this just so you could take me out?” He smiles and gives you a nod. “Why? Do you think I look good? Have you fallen for me already?” You blush at his words. If only he knew how much you liked him. “Why didn’t you tell me that we were going to this fancy restaurant, I feel so underdressed.” You confess slightly embarrassed trying to avert the topic. “What do you mean?” He says with narrowed eyes. “Y/n you look absolutely stunning and I didn’t think I had to tell you because you literally look like a goddess every single day.” He says with a frown, not understanding that you couldn’t see that yourself. Your eyes widen at his words and you feel a blush creep on your face. “Wait that sounds a bit...” Taishiro mutters embarrassed, his face turning red. “You get what I mean!” He let’s out defensively. “No I don’t actually.” You say teasing him. He looked very cute all flustered. Suddenly the waiter interrupted your moment, as he served your food.

You were both quickly distracted by the food and started eating and sharing your food and opinions with each other. You both had so much fun that before you knew it the waiter arrived with the bill and like the rich gentleman Taishiro was he paid for it. “I had so much fun today.” You say with a content smile. “Me too.” Taishiro hums in agreement. “Oh, and you haven’t told me why you spoiled me today.” You say stopping in your tracks as you turn to face him. You were both making your way to the parking lot while walking through the big bustling city of Tokyo. He places his hand on your shoulder and gives you a fond smile before moving closer to your ear “I wanted to take you out on a date because I like you a lot Y/n.”

General headcanons:

💘He loves to spoil you every chance he gets

💘You love to cuddle with him and he thinks it’s adorable

💘You both have karaoke nights together, and he loves it when you rap

💘He takes you on shopping sprees and helps you pick the best outfits

I'd appreciate it if you'd reblog this, and I hope you enjoyed it <3

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