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starcloud-nova · 3 years

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Favorite fics by some of your buddies on Tumblr and Discord?

God nonnie. You fucked up big time. You underestimated just how hard I can appreciate my friends. I’d like to formally apologize for how long and in-depth this got, but I would pick a stopping point and then go ‘oh! but i cant leave out so-and-so’ and then this got mega out of hand.

Organized by author and not genre! And if I didn’t include any of your works (or I did and it was not the one you wanted), please, don’t take it personally. I am trusting everyone who comes across this post to read the tags themselves, but for two of the fics I have left TWs in front of them.

Cassia’s fics:

Internet Enemies by @cassiopeia721 (x)

At school, Midoriya Izuku is ignored at best. At home, he's raised by a single mother who seems to be always taking night shifts, and who he communicates with almost exclusively through notes on lunch boxes and texts lying about his location. As such, Midoriya Izuku turns to the internet— or more specifically, an All Might fan server on discord— for companionship. Like most things in his life, it goes wrong eventually. It just takes longer than usual.

hypnic jump

Izuku finds himself somewhere he doesn't recognize in an oversized green jumpsuit with a hero he's never seen at his back. He's pretty sure he's dreaming, and subsequent events only solidify that theory into rock-solid certainty.

Paradigm Shift (Harry Potter)

Harry undergoes a paradigm shift at the beginning of his fifth year. (Slytherin Harry)

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Kestrel’s fics:

Compass by @autisticmidoriyas (x)

Midoriya Izuku never had the chance to become a hero—or even to grow up. Fifteen years after his death, Akatani Izuku tries to save the life of a dying hero and in return receives a target painted on his back and a power humming in his bones.

All Might, Sir Nighteye, Ground Zero, Suneater, and Skyquake are left scrambling in the wake of Lemillion’s death to figure out who now holds One For All.

Intertwined with all this, the League of Villains’ war against Japan burns on. With the loss of Lemillion, the advantage is now theirs, and with the loss of One For All, victory is all-but-assured.

(What the villains don’t know is that One For All lives on in the blood of a boy who was always meant to be a hero.)

triskelion

A few seconds, and their lives—their life—is changed forever. Where three people used to exist, there is now only one.

While visiting the mall with their class, Izuku, Katsuki, and Shouto are the victims of someone whose quirk can fuse together objects … and people.

Permanently.

Facing down the fact that they may never be unfused, a long adjustment period lies ahead of them as they learn how to be themself and figure out where they fit into their families, their class, and their world.

the meaning of hope

One day, the smoke will reach its end. They hold out hope for that. Even with quirks, fires cannot burn forever. They will consume all their fuel, until there is nothing left, and they will wither and die.

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Lilly’s fics:

Rise of the Rat Finks by Authoress_Lilly

“You're not in trouble Neito. You’ve been tapped to join The Rats.”

The boy blinks. “The what?”

Vlad opens up a folder and hands Monoma a flyer and a small pin in the shape of a rat. “It’s a sort of secret society here at UA.

Or: an excuse to put Monoma and Midoriya together in way too many words 😅

The Root to Villainy

Prompt: Izuku doesn't realize how fucked up his past was until Aizawa does an immersive class on villain origins.

Whoops?

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Dance’s fics:

Never Take Your Problem Children To Costco by DanceInTheKitchen

“SECURE THE EGGS! I REPEAT SECURE THE EGGS!” Bakugou bellowed.

“YES SIR! AYE AYE SIR!” Izuku saluted.

Shouta is staring at his students, one of whom seems to be reenacting the Lion King with a carton of eggs while the other salutes him, and wonders. What the hell did he do in his past life to deserve this?? Past him must have committed some great sin, like putting sugar in his coffee, or being a dog person.

Or, Aizawa, Bakugou and Midoriya walk into a Costco.

grow as we go

The dorms were silent, but out here in the open air, she felt both isolated and free. Isolated from the world, but free from the responsibility crushing her, isolated from her friends and family, but free from judgement. Up here, with only the stars and Iida as company, Momo felt like she could breathe.

They sat next to each other in silence, watching the stars silently crawl their way across the sky. Iida doesn’t break the silence, but he also doesn’t leave. It’s a silent promise, to listen if she needs it, or to keep her company if she doesn’t want to speak. It’s comforting.

She’s not sure when she speaks, it’s somewhere between staring up at the stars, and looking at the shiny dew covering the grass of the hills behind UA.

“I’m not ready.”

Or, with graduation right around the corner, Momo has a conversation with Iida about what growing up means.

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Azure’s fics:

A Helping Hand for All by azureskyy

Izuku doesn't know why everyone's talking about a certain hero analyst online. He's tried browsing through the forums and other sites, but he just can't find the person they're talking about.

Maybe he'll ask them later. For now, he has some analysis to do.

Or: Izuku is a well-known hero and quirk analyst across multiple social media platforms.

Not that he's aware of it, of course.

A Missed Chance

Two paths cross then diverge. In another universe, perhaps, they could have walked on the same path; they could have talked for the second time that day, and Izuku could have been given an opportunity that could change his entire life. And maybe, just maybe, he would have taken it.

But this isn’t that universe.

Or: What if All Might wasn't able to find Izuku after the Sludge Villain Incident?

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Alice’s fics:

A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by @makeitbluue (x)

“Did you think you’d be safe from me forever? That you could chip away at my power base and I would not care or try to hunt you down?” The man asks as he steps forwards.

Izuku scrambles backwards in his bed, searching the covers as he goes for his phone. If he can get a text off to All Might or Aizawa-sensei he can alert people to the potential danger.

But even as he moves, something in the back of his mind tells him he had heard this voice before. A different time, a different context, but the same voice.

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Ely’s fics:

bend and break by @queenangst (x)

In a world where you can feel your soulmate's pain, Eijirou spends a lot of his life up until meeting his soulmate hurting.

draw and quarter

In District Twelve, no one volunteers.

When Aizawa Shouta’s name is called, no one says a word. He stands there for a moment, feeling all the world slow around him, and then he straightens his shoulders and walks to his death.

He will die fighting. At the very least, Shouta can promise that.

Shouta's name is drawn for the Hunger Games, alongside Shirakumo Oboro. No one from their district has ever won.

damage control

After All for One's defeat, Aizawa Shouta is grasping for ways to protect his students. At the same time, a discrepancy in Midoriya's behavior leads Shouta down a dangerous line of investigation and to a single question: if Midoriya is the U.A. traitor.

Between the Wind and the Water

Staying at U.A. for winter break, Izuku hopes it'll be a quiet chance to spend the holidays with Todoroki and supervising teachers All Might and Aizawa-sensei.

It's just his luck a gift-shopping trip turns into a gift from a villain, and Izuku's new Half-Cold, Half-Hot Quirk is not so easy to control. Neither are the secrets he's been carefully keeping.

a glimpse of tomorrow (looking back)

Subject: Aldera Time Capsule Ceremony Forwarded Message— This year marks ten years for the Aldera Middle School graduating class of 20XX.To celebrate, we would like to invite pro heroes Kingpin and Deku, Aldera alumni, to participate in a public time-capsule opening. We are incredibly proud to have helped them on their journeys to becoming heroes, and would be most honored to receive them as guests and for them to speak at the ceremony. [...]

"Well," Deku says, leaning over to turn the monitor towards him. His eyes flick over the contents of the email one more time. "If they haven't changed, then I guess we could return the favor."

Ten years down the line, Bakugou and Midoriya are invited to a time capsule ceremony at their middle school to read letters from their past selves, and look back on their past and how it shaped their future. For anyone else, it would have been a celebration.

For the two of them, it's an opportunity.

A look into Bakugou and Midoriya's past—through a future neither of them imagined—as pro heroes, agency partners, and friends.

of the mighty heart

It was just complicated. Kacchan had changed. Izuku had changed. What was between them was constant—Kacchan was always there—but even constants, Izuku supposed, could change, too.

...You saved me, sometimes you say Deku and it doesn’t sound so much like an insult, you say it like you mean it, you say it like you mean me.

After the war ends and the dust settles, Izuku is left in pain and feeling useless. There's still so much to do and people to save, and it's just... too much for one person.

And then there's Kacchan.

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Fawn’s fics:

Bough Breaks by @fawnvelveteen (x) (trigger warning for discussion of rape/noncon)

In life, nothing is certain. Pro-heroes aren’t always the good guys. Children are not spared from the darkest realms of humanity. Izuku isn't acting like his normal self at school lately, and his homeroom teacher has taken notice. After learning about the mother’s new, unwelcomed boyfriend, Aizawa’s concern shifts into dread. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep his student away from harm.

Almost Moon (trigger warning for suicide) (Black Clover)

It was always at night. One of Noelle's squadmates, apparently, believes it's a good idea to walk across the rooftop, directly over her head while she is trying to get some sleep. Finally, she decides to confront the nighttime nuisance. What she discovers is something she never expected, nor did she wish to see.

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Nez’s fics:

The True Successor by @neko-nez (x)

Toshinori is caught in a time loop.

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Aodh’s fics:

new game + (the pros of being over-leveled, the catharsis of finally beating That One Boss, and a bonus social link) by @takeyamayuu (x)

Izuku hasn’t been noticed yet, being as far from the fight as he is. Or if he has, they’re dismissing him in favor of the larger threat of Aizawa-sensei. As they should, since he takes out the last one with a well placed kick, turning to face Shigaraki,

Izuku tenses, this is-

This is where his teacher’s arm is injured and then-

The Nomu.

One for All spikes to around fifty percent, his muscles stinging, bones creaking as Izuku darts forward, aiming for Shigaraki’s head with an axe-kick.

Second year Midoriya Izuku gets hit with a Quirk, skids into the USJ, and learns a little about self-care along the way.

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Ghost’s fics:

fingerpaint bruises and a kick in the teeth by @ghoststrawberries (x)

There’s a sour taste in Shouta’s mouth as he stares at Jackrabbit’s bright smile. The smile he’s wearing in every clear photo of him. It somewhat reminds Shouta of All Might’s smile.

Jackrabbit might be a menace to the Commission, but there’s no way Shouta can believe that a man with that smile is anything less than good to his core.

“And I’m your last resort to handle this quietly.” He says knowingly, keeping his thoughts to himself.

“Precisely.”

Shouta’s gut response is to refuse.

The words “I don’t kill.” are halfway up his throat before they become stuck.

As an underground hero, sometimes Shouta Aizawa is called upon to do darker jobs than one might expect a hero to have to do. This time, when he's tasked with taking out a vigilante who's managed to bother the Hero Public Safety Commission one too many times, he's not sure he'll be able to follow through.

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Amira’s fics:

And Now I See Daylight by @awake-my-oceans (x)

AnalysisOverload Current mood: HERO CON HERO CON HERO CON HERO CON

AnalysisOverload reblogged AnalysisOverload Okay, let’s talk HeroCon.

Look around, and you’ll see a lot of discrimination—against people whose Quirk is debilitating, against people whose Quirks scare us, against people who have trouble controlling their Quirk, against people who don’t have a Quirk at all. It’s easy to feel alone in a sea of discrimination.

Enter HeroCon:X.

A social media fic following Deku post-graduation.

The chaotic neutral’s guide to time travel

“You claim you are from the future,” Nedzu said, hopping onto his desk. “Do you have anything to prove this?”

Hitoshi fished around in his pocket. “Here’s my hero license,” he said, holding it up.

Nedzu opened his mouth, but Hitoshi kept right on going, producing a handful of odds and ends from his pocket. “Also a movie ticket, some dryer lint, some, uh, didn’t know I still had that but it’s old gum—“

That was when Aizawa walked in, capture weapon floating around him. “What’s the emergency?” he asked, clipped, as he kicked open the door.

“—and the left arm of a Deku plushie,” Hitoshi finished, unruffled. “My cat ate the rest.”

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Aaaaaand that’s all I got. Thanks for making it to the end!

#bnha #bnha fic #fic rec #fic rec list #fic rec masterpost #nova talks #all my friends in one post. sniffle #most of em anyway #not sure what to tag this so. ill hit send!#forgot too tag this as an ask rip #anonymous #ask

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youranimelover · 3 years

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Shameless request time though I am procrastinating something (let's just say writers block) Remember the singing hc I requested a while ago on my other blog? yES WE FINNA GET MORE CHARACTER PLS?! I was thinking... Denki, aizawa and hawks? (ofc if you're not comfortable with older characters you can switch them with whoever you want :3) I just need to know how they'd react to my 'stupid alto' voice T-T

I know how it’s like to procrastinate so much due to writer’s block x) and yes I remember!

No problem with multiple characters and the pro heroes ^^ I’ll try my best!

Also I know what’s it like to have a low voice x) I’m a mezzo with a alto register well developed ^^

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⚡ Kaminari Denki ⚡

-you and denden are bff and do some random stuff together

-you guys also tend to get crazy ideas and involve everyone in it

-but today, you had no idea what he was planning

-the boy literally went on alone making you wonder tf he was up to

-at night, you and the rest of the class find out

-KARAOKE NIGHT

-oh no

-oh no no no no no

(plz tell me I’m not the only one getting this reference thanks)

-you were getting nervous

-you knew Kyouka was an amazing singer, and the other girls were good too, but they all had a soprano voice

-you were here, being the only one with an alto voice

-you were terrified of what they might think of your low voice

-everyone played along with Denki’s idea and were either singing either encouraging the ones singing

-you knew your bestie so well you were sure he was going to ask you to sing

-you were wondering if it would be best for you to act as if you’re sick

-no time to think about it, bc now it’s your turn

-you really were not sure about what to do but you eventually gave in

-You chose You Oughta Know by Alanis Morissette (btw a great song to sing for alto and mezzo!)

-you could tell everyone was shooketh by your voice, but the way Denki’s eyes started to sparkle when you sang just made you want to sing ever more

-when the chorus came

-oh boy

-the power you hold, no one had imagined that

-if you thought your bestie’s eyes were already sparkling a lot, you hadn’t seen them now

-you finished your song

-you got so much praises you almost cried smh (I would have tbh)

-after that night, everyone is convinced denki crushes on you (most likely does tho)

-he will probably upload some of your “covers” (mostly him filming without you noticing -hm-) on tiktok or something bc he wants the world to know how good of a singer you are

-he became your officially number 1 fan so don’t forget to show him some love

💤 Aizawa Shouta - Eraser Head 💤

-Let’s say you two are dating

-we all know this man loves his sleep

-so let’s say you were hanging out in the living room

-a little chill date between you two ♥

-and he started falling asleep

-you took this little opportunity to sing him a lullaby to help him fall asleep

-you thought it would help but oh no

-the moment you started singing he suddenly became wide awake

-he just didn’t open his eyes bc he wanted to hear you singing

-he legit faked being asleep to hear you

-the only time you wished he was truly asleep and he does that, you’ll get trust issues from it smh

-at some point you noticed his small smile but just thought he was having a good dream

-so you started to let your voice fade away

-you clearly wanted him to sleep peacefully

-when you stopped singing you almost had an heart attack

-HE OPENED HIS EYES

-“why are you stopping?” he said in his sleepy voice jgvuiihyh

-yeah basically after this, you sang lullabies to help him sleep, and you’re now truly having trust issues over his sleeping form bc he might be playing a trick again

🦅 Takami Keigo - Hawks 🦅

-Let’s assume you and bby Kei are besties (I like the bff to lovers trope so what?)

-but our dear Kei has a crush on you

-and he has all the rights to since you’re funny and nice :)

-you two often sang together for fun (so basically out of tune, like let’s be honest, one might be a good singer, but one still owns a special off key voice to use when singing for fun)

-then one day, you do some chores at your house cuz it’s time to do it and you put some music on your phone that you put down nearby you so you could hear it

-right at the moment your bestie enters your house with the spare key he owns, the song changes to one you usually sing crazily with Keigo (let’s say Into the Unknown, that song is epic bc it’s from Disney and bc of the vocals like jhjjhgjh)

-Technically, you’re singing alone this time, so you decided to take it a bit more seriously this time cuz you need to practice too

-the beginning is fine, your singing in a low and shaky tone, but it’s still fine

-your singing is barely hearable for Kei, so he decided to come a bit closer, to try to join you on the chorus for all the fun you’ll have like usually

-except, as you realize your voice didn’t got worse due to all this weird singing you did with your bestie, you decided to get louder and be prouder of your actual singing ability

-approaching the chorus, your voice gets louder and richer, already choking the blond

-then, the chorus came and your voice hit each and every note perfectly

-he was astonished, his bff can actually sing!!!

-then he started to wonder if you were faking a bad voice all this time just for him (bby got worried here ☹ )

-once you turn around bc the chorus is finished and you’re trying to continue your chores, you see him, with a huge grin on his face

-“So you can sing huh”

-basically he will proceed to tell everyone he knows how good you are (although they doubt it at first, but the boy managed to get a video of you on another alone singing time and now they have no choice but to believe him)

-he will probably ask you to sing with your actual voice more often

-he will probably ask you to record some lullaby songs so he can listen to them and try to fall asleep with your voice bc he definitely crushes on you and you know it by now lol (he’s trying to make it romantic but it’s a bit creepy bby but we love you ♥)

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sorry for the wait!

I hope you lied it either way :)

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beneaththetangles · 3 years

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Tangles Writers Do Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai, Arc 2: To Drop or Not to Drop

Greetings, Tangles readers!

Yesterday, Twwk posted an excellent article to kick off our deep dive into the Bunny Girl Senpai series. Twwk’s article focused largely on Sakuta’s character: his selfless, genuine love for Mai and his transparent, authentic self. But of course, Sakuta’s character isn’t all sunshine. As Twwk points out, he tends to dance on the line of commitment to Mai throughout the show, and often gets himself into trouble with his speech and conduct.

And if you’re looking for a perfect example of these negative characteristics which Twwk discussed, look no further than Tomoe’s arc. In some ways, this arc presents Sakuta with no filter—authentic and honest, sure, but also hurtful and demeaning. Today, I’ll be writing about how episodes four through six of Bunny Girl Senpai almost compelled me to drop the show. I’ll reason through why I ultimately decided to stick around. And I’ll describe how my personal struggle with this arc of Bunny Girl Senpai finds its place not only in Tomoe’s story, but also, perhaps, in your own.

Got all that? Good. Let’s proceed.

Before we continue, enjoy a coffee break, sponsored by best girl Rio Futaba. (Look out for her article in a few days!)

I’ve always had a strained relationship with Bunny Girl Senpai. Let me be clear: I’m 90% into this anime for the cheeky banter between Sakuta and Mai. It’s fantastic. So I really liked the first three episodes of the show. Episode four, in contrast, presents the first signs of genuine conflict between the two, as Tomoe’s Adolescent-Syndrome-caused looping leads to a misunderstanding with not only Mai, but the whole school. Ultimately, Tomoe and Sakuta end up feigning a relationship for Tomoe’s sake: Her friends think that she’s dating Sakuta and she feels uncomfortable admitting their mistake.

Already, the flashing lights were going off in my head. Mai’s gone and Sakuta’s pretending to date someone else? It all seems foolish and immature and out-of-character. (And where’s my Mai dialogue?) Regardless, I was willing to forgive those minor setbacks to see how things would go in Tomoe’s story. But as things progressed, it became very clear that the dynamic between Sakuta and Tomoe was far different than that between Sakuta and Mai. In some ways, it was endearing. Sakuta’s sort of like a big brother to Tomoe, hanging out with her, bringing her food when she’s sick, and lending her an ear amidst her struggles.

But as many big brothers are wont to do, Sakuta pokes fun at Tomoe. And many times, it goes way too far. Now, I’m willing to admit that some of the discomfort I felt at Sakuta’s jokes might say more about my boundaries than the show itself.1 But much of what Sakuta says to Tomoe in this arc could genuinely be classified as sexual harassment, and there’s times when the jokes genuinely trouble Tomoe. It threw me off, to the point that I was ready to cast the show away out of sheer discomfort.

Amen, Tomoe. Amen

Why, then, did I decide to stick with the show?

Before I continue to answer that question, I’d like to clarify the tension I’m describing here a little. I don’t mean to imply that watching Bunny Girl Senpai violated my conscience. Stay away from shows like that—but I’m talking about something a little different. Bunny Girl Senpai doesn’t violate my conscience in these scenes; it violates my moral standards. These scenes don’t tempt me to sin; they portray sin as a good thing. They don’t inspire shame but anger: anger at wrongs going unpunished.

Maybe a few examples will help to clarify what I’m trying to say. When I think of problematic anime, I think of Made in Abyss, which contains several scenes that arguably sexualize minors. Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid, one of my favorite shows, runs into the same issue with the relationship between Lucoa and Shouta. And The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, a fan favorite, has its own issues with sexual harassment as well. These are all shows which clearly contain scenes which violate moral standards in such a way that no one could be blamed for dropping them outright.

Of course, all the shows that I’ve listed, including Bunny Girl Senpai, are shows that I watched through to the end. So why didn’t I drop them? There’s a lot I could say here, but in short, it’s because each show, despite its flaws, had something worth staying for. Haruhi drew me in with its absurd yet hopeful celebration of the oddities of this world. Kobayashi reminded me that sometimes it only takes a dinner table to welcome those who share nothing in common with you. And Made in Abyss presented a stirring tale of adventure with its own moral quandaries to boot.

What about Bunny Girl Senpai, then? Well, if it’s Sakuta’s personality that turned me off, it’s the same personality that kept me coming back. Again, despite his flaws, Sakuta is abundantly authentic. At his best, he hates lies and misunderstandings; he doesn’t pull punches; he says exactly what he’s thinking. And for Tomoe, who’s struggling with fitting in and finding her own identity in the midst of the chaos of adolescent social interactions, Sakuta’s bluntness comes as a great reassurance. Regardless of how her friends treat her, she knows Sakuta will always treat her the same way he always has. He’ll always be there for her.

In fact, I have a theory. I think that Tomoe’s struggle to reconcile Sakuta’s good and bad sides isn’t too much different from my own. Even as she finds herself angered and frustrated by the things Sakuta says, she knows there isn’t genuine malice behind them, because she knows Sakuta is for her. His bluntness sets her on edge, but it also sets her at ease, because she knows he’s willing to tell her what she needs to hear, and to help her grow in the process. It’s because Sakuta is Sakuta that she knows that she’ll be loved no matter where she’s at. It gives her the confidence to move forward.2

And in the end, I think the moral tensions that I’ve described in this article aren’t too much different from the same tensions we experience in all our lives. It’s really easy for us as people to polarize reality. That artist or that book or that show is problematic, so anyone who supports them is problematic. Alternatively: that artist or that book or that show is good, so anyone who discredits them is wrong. But life is more complex than that. I should know: I find that complexity in my own heart, as I vacillate between good and bad intentions and desires and actions. Like Sakuta, I can issue a word of wisdom in one moment and a word of mockery in another.3 I need grace in every moment of my life. We all do.

So what if, instead of polarizing reality, we learned to live as children of grace? What if, when people hurt us, instead of responding in anger, we responded in gentle love? What if, when ideas harmed us, we wrestled with them rather than smacking them down? What if, when media unsettled us, we stopped to ponder intentions, rather than to assume them?

I don’t have answers to those questions. It’s certainly a hard task, to show the grace we’ve been given. But, at the very least, I hope I’ve shown that it’s okay to wrestle with these tensions rather than to find cheap answers. That is, after all, what Bunny Girl Senpai is about: learning to live in a world where there are no cheap answers, and demonstrating kindness and faithfulness in the meantime. Those are lessons worth learning—even if there are a few rough patches along the way.4

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Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai can be streamed on Funimation.

1 To be fair to the writers of the show, some of the worst jokes from the light novel source were toned down for the adaptation. The comments still make me deeply uncomfortable, though. 2 I want to be very careful here. I don’t mean to say that Tomoe shouldn’t feel angry at Sakuta for the things he says. I’m simply pointing out that she’s facing the same tension I am in deciding whether or not to stick with the show: the antithesis between affirming what is good and confronting what isn’t. 3 Again, in an abundance of caution, I’ll say that while both Sakuta and myself exhibit these sorts of moral tensions, that doesn’t reduce the weight of Sakuta’s sins. I’m not excusing Sakuta; I’m condemning both him and myself. 4 Much of what I said in this post was inspired by Alan Jacobs’ Breaking Bread with the Dead, which argues for reading classical literature because of its ability to confront our sensibilities and form us into better people. In some sense, I think his argument can be adapted into a case for watching anime in the same sort of way, and that’s what I’ve tried to do here.

#Anime #Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai #Seishun Buta Yarou wa Bunny Girl Senpai no Yume wo Minai #Grace #Sin #Articles #Author: sleepminusminus

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hopeless-ultimates · 4 years

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“Hello Again My Sweetest Fans~!” (Promo)

A saccharine voice greeted, their giggle attracting the glances of passerbys. A girl was holding her phone high, its screen facing her and the group behind her.

“I can already hear you guys going ‘Essie?! But you already did a livestream today!”. And you’re totally not wrong.” Essie giggled at the thousands upon thousands of comments that flooded her chat, ranging from mundane conversations among viewers to confessions of love for their livestreaming queen.

“Buuut~! By super popular demand, I think it’s about time I introduce my crew to you guys! What do you think?” She paused, basking in the silent roaring of her digital audience. “Alrighty then!”

Stepping aside, her crew became more apparent. 16 other teens her age, all gathered what looked like to be the outskirts of Hope’s Peak Academy. “Hey guys! Come introduce yourself to my chat! Name and everything!”

They all glanced at each other, a few shrugged. What was the harm in introducing themselves?

“Hello everyone!! I hope you are having a good day! I’m Keiko Oshiro, the Ultimate Beautician!”

“Former.”

“Oh! Right-! The Former Ultimate Beautician,” she corrected with an even brighter smile.

“Hunter Kurihara, the Former Ultimate Hunter.”

“Ha-Haruka.. Haruka Hirano.. Former Ultimate Mascot..”

“Hideki Okumura, Former Ultimate Billards Player.”

“Goro Iwai! Pleasure to meet you all, little brothers and sisters!”

“Hisai Sane the Former Ultimate Matchmaker at your romantic service!”

Before another could continue, the camera feed started to violently shake as a short girl started to grab at the phone.

“Lemme see..!”

“No, Sora I’m streaming-”

“Lemme see it!! I want to say hi myself!” The shorter girl named Sora whimpered more. She pouted childishly, reaching higher to grab at the phone only for Essie to hold it higher.

“Piss off! Before I introduce you myself!”

“Lemme se-” Essie turned the camera to Sora. “This little goober is Sora Azuma-” “Noo-” “The Former Ultimate Demolitionist!”

She pushed her away from view before turning the camera back to the others. “Keep it rollin’ guys!”

“My name is Michiko Fujioka, I am the founder and main contributor of the Troinbansi exhibit in the Saraya Museum. But now, I am the Former Ultimate Archaeologist.”

“Akira Yoshida. I’m wasn’t an ultimate. I was a reserve student. But my brother here.”

The boy flinched at being pointed at.

“That’s Shinya Kojima. He’s was the Ultimate Conspiracy Theorist.”

“Greetings friends! I am Hitomi Sonoda, the Oracle of the gods!”

“Kobashigawa Shouta. The Ultimate Hermatologist.”

“...”

“Hmph. Erika Hagane. Former Ultimate Supermodel.”

“Hydropic,” mumbled the girl on her knees. She was focused on the small handheld console in her hands. Her eyes flickered back and forth as she pressed harshly against the buttons on either side of the screen.

“Real names Setsuko!!”

“... Oh...”

“...”

“Former Ultimate E-sports gamer... Setsuko.. Haruyama.”

And beside her was the shortest of the group. He tried to hide behind the gamer and away from the camera’s intense glare. Though his gas mask made him stand out a lot more than wanted.

“Oh.. That’s Moniker. He’s... something!”

“But anyway, that’s pretty much everyone! They’re all super chill so if you guys have anything you want to ask or tell anyone, or me of course, now’s a really great time to do so!”

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#Promo Post #Class Post - All Dropouts Accounted For #long post

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the-shipping-forecasters · 3 years

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After a brief stint looking at boats, the forecasters return to our usually scheduled content. Grace takes us back to the trauma of Sex-Ed with Here Lies Shouta's Hopes and Dreams(https://archiveofourown.org/works/25294780) by drifting_manatee . Nick takes us to the Aperture Science Enrichment Facility to experience existential horror with Take my Brain, or What Remains(https://archiveofourown.org/works/23929450/chapters/57543190) by Deathlysilence. And James gets a visit from everyones favourite super-hero fasionista with Edna's Intervention(https://archiveofourown.org/works/14884895) by RoseJennison.

Timestamps:

Here Lies Shouta's Hopes and Dreams - 5:50

Take my Brain, or What Remains - 25:00

Edna's Intervention - 34:45

The excellent redesign for Momo's costume mentioned in the episode: http://homunculiii.tumblr.com/post/172713537316/so-ive-seen-a-lot-of-momo-redesigns-going-around

#bnha #fanfic #portal #no capes #bnha shouta aizawa #dadzawa #ao3

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spideypool504 · 4 years

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Reckless

Aged up Izuku

Aideku - AizawaxIzuku

Part 2

He wasn't always this reckless.

Truly he wasn't.

Normally he was the one to discourage recklessness. Telling everyone to think before they threw themselves into a situation, no matter what it was. Try to think at least three steps ahead before you make a move yourself. It was vital in being a Pro Hero. Make sure that when you went into a situation you weren't 100% sure on, you'd take it step by step in your head and try to find an outcome closest to success.

It's been a year and a half since and he still can't sleep properly. Not that he had in the past, but it was easier with him right next to him. It's been a year and a half and he still has every picture they've taken together hanging on what used to be their home. He can't bring himself to take them down. He knows it's not healthy to keep them up but it helps him remember how he got here today.

He didn't just drive his husband away. Make him cry. Make him doubt himself. Make him take a step back in his confidence. Make him question his sanity when he got suspicious of his own husband. Make him question his body. Make him take a step back in everything they both fought so hard for in his mental health. He didn't just break Izuku.

No.

He destroyed him.

He made Izuku cry his heart out to him. Made him him scream and shout and lose his temper worse than he ever had in his life. He made him scream and cry till he lost his voice. No longer able to produce tears. Unable to move from his crumpled position on the ground in front of him.

Izuku begged and pleaded with him to tell him what he did wrong. But he didn't do anything wrong. He was the perfect partner, both at home and at work.

Was it his body? Absolutely not. He was the most beautiful man in the world to him. He wouldn't change a single thing about his husband's body. Was it his scars? Never. They were just as beautiful as he is. True battle wounds he should always be proud of. But he took that from Izuku. He'd never look at himself again and see what he saw.

Did he spend to much time at work? With Kacchan? He swore up and down that nothing was happening to them. He knew that. He knew his husband would step out of their marriage. He knew his husband was disgusting like he was.

He took the excuse though. Clung to the lie because it was better than what he had in his mind. Better than the truth. He didn't know why he did. He just felt like it.

He had turned the blame onto Izuku and he felt his skin crawl. He still feel like there's insects under his skin whenever he thinks about it. He'd never been so disgusted with himself. But at least this way he could hopefully make it right with his husband this way. If he just had an excuse for cheating then maybe he and Izuku would come out okay.

He should have known better.

He watched as his ray of sunshine dim over night and almost fizzle out. He lived with the lie for a whole six months before he couldn't hold the lie any longer. He just couldn't see his green ball of happiness fake his smiles anymore. Stop going out with his friends he'd had since grade school. Stop talking to his best friend, Katsuki, when he wasn't at work. He went so far as to become a solely nighttime pro hero so he could work with people that he knew his husband trusted he wouldn't sleep with behind his back. He gave up his slow climb through the ranks to his dream of being the number one hero, all for him. He completely cut himself off from the world outside of him, their bosses at the agency, and the delivery people that would bring them dinner.

Izuku didn't even want to go out anymore, for fear that he'd look at someone too long and make him feel insecure.

He'd slammed his hands down on the table one morning in September after they'd gotten home from work.

"What's wrong, Hun?" Izuku had asked him with a light loving hand on his shoulder.

"I lied." He'd clenched his teeth so tightly he found out he chipped two of them the next day.

"Lied? About what? Was it about what you told your informant? I know that alre-" He had to cut him off because he just could not anymore.

"I knew you never cheated on me. I knew you and Katsuki were never involved. I just didn't want you to know the truth. I didn't want you to know why I cheated." The hand on his shoulder had slowly slid off of him and he could hear the green headed man take a few steps back. Those green eyes piercing right through him. They set him on fire. He could feel the confusion, the sadness, the pure rage that rolled through his husband.

"Why? Why then?" He could feel his world shattering. Shards of their life falling to his feet. "ANSWER ME! WHY?!" Izuku was sobbing hard trying to get through his sentence. The crackle of One For All lighting the atmosphere around them. He wouldn't even be mad if Izu used it against him.

"I felt like it." He could barely whisper it out and he was livid with himself. He destroyed his husband and he couldn't even tell him why he did it in a clear voice? Pathetic. He was so pathetic.

The gasp that came from behind him stabbed him in the heart. He'd clenched his teeth harder, squeezed his eyes even tighter. He was prepared for whatever Izuku was going to throw at him. Insults, plates, silverware, a fist, his ring. He was prepared for it all. He'd take whatever Izuku threw at him because he deserved it.

That wasn't his loving husband though. He'd never hit him. Never throw things at him to try to hurt him. He'd never try to tear him down with words. That wasn't Izuku.

He'd jumped when he heard footsteps. His eyes flew open at the sound of the front door being unlocked and opened. He'd let the tears finally fall when he heard it close. Crumpled to the ground when he heard Izuku's car start from the kitchen. Full on sobbed on the kitchen floor when he heard his car pull away.

Izuku had come back that night with Katsuki, gathered all his essentials and left his ring on their dresser.

The paper for their divorce came not too long after that. Maybe three weeks after he confessed.

He left all of their pictures with him. Left every single one of his shirts and hoodies. Even the one he'd given Izuku on their seventh anniversary. The one with his hero logo on it because he'd finally caved to selling merch to make his happy. He'd do anything for big bright smile and hug that always came with it. Seeing not a single sign of his husband in their shared home made his heart clench so hard he'd thought he was having a heart attack. But no that was just his heart finally shattering. He'd had hope that Izuku would come back and talk to him.

Izuku hadn't wanted to hear any of it though. He'd brought Katsuki with him to sign the divorce papers just so that he wouldn't have to hear anything outside of "sign here". He didn't want a single thing from the divorce either. Wanted to leave it all to him. Leave their home to him. Leave the car with him. Left their cats with him because he didn't want to split them up and his new one bedroom apartment didn't allow pets. Everything from their wedding was left with him. The shadowbox Izuku made him filled with all their dreams and wishes and plans was left right next to his ring on their dresser.

He didn't have the nerve to move either. Both still sit right where they were left. A silent hope that Izuku would come back to him.

Or maybe he thinks that if he leaves it right there that he'd wake up one day and find that every bit of it was some kind of sick nightmare.

But no.

Shouta Aizawa didn't use to be this reckless.

But after everything he's done to the one person that ever loved him faults and all?

Can you really blame him for throwing himself into a fight with a giant strength enhanced quirk wielding villain without a plan in sight?

He understands if you do.

It was all his fault anyway.

#aideku #bhna deku #my hero #fanfiction #aizawa shouta #midoriya izuku #husbands #cheating #i was called a sick sadist fukc for writting this #i know i am for making this #also on ao3 #ao3 fanfic #katsuki is a good friend #bakugou katsuki #he protect the green gremlin

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talpup · 4 years

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Erase the Shadow:21

Summary: Despite sharing dreams with Teris for as long as he can remember, Aizawa Shouta never believed in soulmates. That was until he met Teris in the real world on his first day at UA. Trouble is, Teris doesn’t know anything about their shared dreams. And the one time Shouta tried to tell her, he nearly lost her completely.

Five years after graduating from UA, Shouta still believes Teris is his soulmate. But things have only gotten worse. Teris moved to another town shortly after graduation. And now she’s dating his best friend Yamada Hizashi.

Please remember, this fic is rated explicit and has warnings of sex, violence, and other possible triggers. For a full list of story tags please check the fics AO3 (link to that at the top of my tumblrs homepage).

21.1

Excited to have Teris back after three long days, Shouta greeted her and Hizashi at the door.

“--back in town. I can’t meet today. But I can go in tomorrow.” Teris gave Shouta a quick passing peck on the lips, nodding at whoever she was on the phone with.

Shouta's head turned, eyes following her.

Hizashi smirked at his friend's clear disappointment at their girls greeting. “Detective called with new information about a case she’s working on. Wanted to meet up with her. I told her she should go on. That you’d understand.” He pulled off his jacket and tossed it over one of the suitcases. “You would understand. Wouldn’t you, Shou?”

Shouta pulled his gaze away from Teris. “Of course.”

“I mean it’s not like I didn’t send you that little something to help you through your dry spell.”

Shouta glanced from Hizashi to Teris. So she hadn’t asked Hizashi to send him the video. That was both a relief and disappointment.

Hizashi’s eyes filled with false concern. “You did get that vid I sent. Didn’t you?”

Shouta swallowed, mouth suddenly dry at the remembered images. He wanted to make Teris sound like that. Make her beg like that for him. He wanted to spank her as he fucked her. The thought of calling her a naughty little alley cat as he did so had blood rushing straight to his cock. Would she let him spank her if he asked? She had let Hizashi.

“I mean you never replied your thanks. So, did you get it?”

“Yes.” Shouta gruffed. He cleared his throat and slipped his hands in his sweatpants pockets, hoping to hide the growing erection.

Yeah you did, Hizashi thought. I not only saw you receive the vid, but open and use it. You and Teris have no idea the things I had put in this house. That’s on you. If either of you had been more interested. Paid more attention. Been a bit more involved. I never would have been able to have hidden cameras and mics put in every room. You might think you’ll get to be alone with our girl in your room, but I had eight different cameras put in there. Not only will I hear everything you say to her, but I’ll be able to see everything you do to her from any device I want. So you better be on your best behavior my friend. No tryin’ ta show me up when alone with our girl. No tryin’ ta take advantage, bad talk me, or weasel your way into being her favorite. Cause I’ll know.

Though his smile grew, Hizashi’s emerald eyes glittered with the darkness of his thoughts. He clapped Shouta on the shoulder and playfully drew out. “And? Did ya like it?”

No, Shouta thought. Kind of. Yes. He turned away, muttering softly. “A bit.”

“Wasn’t our girl beautiful?”

Shouta's eyes lifted to Teris, who was across the room, still on the phone. “She always is.”

Hizashi leaned closer to his friend, voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. “Did ya jack off to it?”

Shouta’s head snapped to face Hizashi. Scowl furrowing his brow, his teeth bared in a silent snarl.

It was an expression Hizashi had seen often enough, though usually when Shouta was fighting villains as Eraserhead. Directed at him, the fearsome look gave the Voice Hero a moments pause before he pressed. “Well? Did ya?”

“Do you always have to be so crude?” Shouta dismissed, stepping away.

Hizashi's voice rose, taunting. “Yeah you did! Don’t try an’ deny it. I know you did!”

No you don’t, Shouta thought, frown tugging at the neutral line of his lips as he made his way toward Teris. You have no way of knowing anything. Just because you would’ve done it, doesn’t mean I used the video to get off.

He felt a bit sick. Not because he had used the video to seek release, hesitant as he had been about doing so; but because he was now fairly sure that Teris didn’t know Hizashi had sent the video to him.

He could have asked her; but if Teris didn’t know about it, it would have become a thing. While Hizashi deserved any anger she had at him for betraying her trust, Shouta didn’t want to chance any possible discomfort it might cause between him and her. They had been separated by so much for so long already, he didn’t want to chance any unnecessary unease or embarrassment coming between them. Even if it was only for a little while.

You could ask Hizashi, a voice inside him reasoned. And if he lies? Or worse tells the truth and confirms that Teris doesn’t know the video was sent to him? Shouta didn’t think he could live with the shame of that. Of having watched and used something she thought private. He lived with enough shame from lying to dream Teris about never finding her in the waking world. Never mind the shame he felt about not telling Teris about their shared dreams and being soulmates.

Soon, he thought. He would tell her soon. ...Someday ...Eventually. He’d tell her eventually. When he was sure she wouldn’t think he was lying or crazy, and try to leave him.

Shouta stopped behind her, arms wrapping around her as soon as she hung up.

Teris jumped a bit, then relaxed in his embrace. Her head fell back against his shoulder, back pressing into the strong, warmth of his chest. “Sorry. I wanted to give you a better greeting.”

“You still can.” Shouta hummed, feeling truly at home for the first time in three days. It didn’t matter where they were, she was his home. He rested his chin on her shoulder, head turning to kiss her neck. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Ravennnn—” The pet name ended in a moaning sigh. Her hands slid over his enveloping arms, ass pushing back against the grinding cock that had caused the sigh.

Shouta nuzzled deeper into her neck, delighted when her head tilted, affording him better access. Damn Hizashi and the video he had sent. It had both enticed and irritated. Had him both loving and hating it. As much as he had enjoyed it, he had detested it, and himself for jacking off to it. The sense of relaxed release he had had after cumming had been short lived and left him wanting Teris all the more.

“I missed you.” Shouta said again, nipping at the line of her jaw, strong arms holding her tighter.

“I—“

“You sure you don’t have to go meet that Detective, Baby?” Hizashi’s question cut off whatever she was going to say and reminded them that that they weren’t alone.

Shouta groaned. He didn’t want to share. Especially not now. Hizashi had had her for three days. If anyone should be leaving to meet someone it should be Hizashi, so he and Teris could have some time alone.

Hizashi stopped in front of Teris, schooling his expression to hide the hope he felt. It wasn’t that he wanted his girl to leave. Having to share her with Shouta made sharing her with anything else increasingly difficult. He had already wanted her to cut down her patrol hours long before Shouta was allowed into the mix. But now with Shouta not just with Teris but living with them, he would be happy if she quit being a pro hero entirely. He couldn’t imagine how much harder it would be to share her with Shouta, her jobs and life once school started back up.

That said, a part of him would rather her leave to meet the Detective than let Shouta have at her. It was petty. More than that, it was foolish. It wouldn’t change anything. Just delay and make the two more desirous. But it would make Shouta wait, he thought. Show him that Teris had more important things than being with him. It would sting. And why do you want Shouta to hurt? He’s your best friend. You’re the one that opened the relationship to let Shouta share in her. Only because I didn’t want to lose her! It’s done. Get over it. There’s no going back.

Teris’ fingers intertwined with Shouta's. “It’s not important. It can wait.”

Hizashi's smile tightened a fraction. He understood what she really meant by that. That being with Shouta was more important. He chastised himself for being so possessive. How was it that sharing her with Shouta had become harder, not easier? He blamed it on the three day weekend he had alone with her. Other than her texting and talking to Shouta, and her calling herself theirs instead of his that one time during sex, it had felt like she was his and his alone again.

Hizashi stepped closer, pressing up against her front.

Shouta gave a low growl of wanting. His arms released from around her waist, hands gripping her dancing hips, holding her still. He pressed against her back, caging her between his and Hizashi's bodies.

Hizashi grinned into the kiss he gave her, rocking against her front while Shouta lazily ground against her ass.

It was moments like this that gave Hizashi hope that he would get over it and be able make this work. And he really wanted, needed the shared relationship to work. It was currently the only way he could be sure of keeping Teris.

In a perfect world, Shouta could've been brought in on the odd night to help wreck her and leave soon after with no change or growing attachment between his best friend and girlfriend. But this wasn’t a perfect world. Certainly not his perfect world. Shouta and Teris were more than attached to each other. They loved each other. And his friend wouldn’t be leaving after their fun; instead staying and living here.

The thought of how quickly Teris had accepted Shouta when he and Teris had spent two years doing the long distance thing made Hizashi insanely jealous. But he didn’t want to be jealous of his best friend. He wanted Shouta to be happy. It was just a shame that Shouta's happiness came from Teris.

It is what it is, Hizashi thought, nibbling at Teris’ lip. Suck it up. Fake it till you make it. Make them believe you’re totally cool with sharing and eventually you’ll believe it yourself. Heck maybe Shouta secretly hates Teris spending time on other things too and can help talk her around to quitting. She could be their perfect little stay at home darling. Their beautiful girl that only they could love and hold. His sweet little songbird that only he could see and hear.

The thought had Hizashi smiling as he broke the kiss and stepped back, tugging at her hand. “Why don’t we move this to the bedroom? I’ll let you show Shou just how much you missed him.” Green eyes flicked over to his friend. “You’d like that. Wouldn’t you, Shou? Bet you missed our girl.”

“Yes.” Shouta rasped. He pulled Teris back against him, letting her feel just how much he missed her. Wanted her.

Hizashi's smile grew. “Bet you’d appreciate first turn. Wouldn’t ya, Buddy?”

Shouta hummed, basking in the feel of his Love. He would never get enough of her soft touch. His muscles jerked in delight as her hands caressed up his arms and reached back to grip his shoulder. Pressing his straining erection against her ass, Shouta nibbled her ear. “I missed you. I need you.”

Teris shivered at his low, graveled voice as much as from his words. “Shou…”

Hizashi was back on her, hands gripping her waist.

Teris whined into the blonde’s mouth, Hizashi's fingers digging into her tender flesh.

Shouta felt Hizashi's hands brush his, seeking to claim her hips. But Shouta held her firm, pulling her back against him. Hizashi had had his time to touch her all he wanted. He had had three days with her, while Shouta had gone without.

Shouta stepped back, pulling Teris with him.

Hizashi's hand fell away from her, their kiss rudely broken. “Hey!”

“Bedroom. Now.” Shouta spun Teris around.

Teris squeaked as she was lifted off the floor.

“I got you.”

True as Shouta's words were, her legs and arms wrapped around him. Teris pulled his loose hair back and attacked his neck.

Shouta's steps staggered to the side under the delectable assault. “Fuck. Kitten.”

“Watch it, Wren. You’re gonna make Shouta cum on the spot.” Hizashi chuckled.

“Shut up and lead the way.” Shouta ordered, moving through the living room and large open kitchen.

“Think you can make it to the bedroom, Shou?”

“Just--” Shouta jerked, turning Teris to shield her from… He relaxed, realizing it was their reflection in the wall of floor to ceiling windows that lined the hall.

“Jumpy.” Hizashi snickered.

Shouta scowled. How his friend thought it a good idea to put an open air garden atrium in the center of their home was beyond him. Hizashi had called it a necessity since their house, built within the great warehouse, didn’t have windows to the outside.

Shouta had insisted upon that for safety. Their home admittedly in a rather bad area of town. If they needed fresh air or sun they could go for a walk or up to the roof. They didn’t need some extravagant garden courtyard in the middle of their home.

Hizashi's eyes widened as if he came up with the best idea. “Hey! You wanna do it outside?”

“What!” Teris pulled up off Shouta, turning in his arms to look at Hizashi.

“No.” Shouta stated. They were almost at the door to his and Teris’ room. His eyes darted over to it. But as badly as he wanted to break in their bed, he didn’t want to share that with Hizashi. That was his and Teris’ space. And this time wasn’t his and Teris’ alone.

“Aw! Come on! It’s not like anyone will see us. It’s even safer than doing it in a backyard or balcony.”

Shouta's eyes narrowed. He glanced at Teris, holding her tighter. “Who’s done it in those places?”

Hizashi raised his hand and wiggled his fingers.

“Both places?” Teris squirmed in Shouta's hold. It felt weird being carried when the moment had been broken.

Before Shouta realized what he was doing, he spanked her for wriggle. “Hold still.”

Hizashi's eyes took on a ravenous edge.

Teris yipped.

“I…” Shouta held her closer, worried she would push away, angry at what he’d done. “I’m sorry. I don’t--”

“Don’t apologize, Shou. Our girl likes to be put in her place.” Hizashi stepped up behind her, slapping her firmly on the ass.

Teris squeaked, hips jerking forward. She groaned, when met with Shouta's hard body and rubbed up against him.

Shouta growled in response.

“Though you do gotta earn her submission, just like you gotta earn everything else from her.” Hizashi went on, caressing her behind. “Isn’t that right, Baby.”

The sound of Hizashi's next spank echoed through the hallway.

The sharp sound and Teris’ resulting rutting had Shouta’s hips giving a single thrust into the air. He needed to be in her. Now. He had gone three days without her and her touch. You had gone years without before, he thought deprecating his lack of control.

“Zashi. Move before you get left out.”

Hizashi hardly needed to followed Shouta's dark gaze to the door of Shouta's bedroom to understand what the man meant. His own eyes hardened at the threat. Like hell Shouta was having their girl alone, especially not with what he was working Shouta and Teris towards.

Gritting his teeth, Hizashi swallowed the sharp retort that was on the tip of his tongue. It wouldn’t do his cause any favors if he reacted to Shouta's threat. With a tight smile, he spun around. But instead of walking to the shared bedroom, he opened the glass door to the atrium.

“No.” Shouta told.

“Come on. It’ll be fun. I promise. Don’t you wanna give our girl a romantic time? I swear the patio furniture is sturdy enough.”

Shouta paused, remembering what Hizashi had just said about earning Teris’ submission along with everything else. He wasn’t all that great with romance. What if Hizashi had picked up on his lacking ways and was trying to help him? Maybe Teris had mentioned something to Hizashi over the weekend about his lacking romance. It wasn’t as if she had said no to Hizashi's question about doing it outside. So maybe she actually wanted to do it out there.

Reading Shouta's thoughts, Hizashi smiled at his friend. “Our girl deserves the be swept off her feet. And not just literally. What do you say, Shou? What could be more romantic than doing it under the stars? Do you really wanna deny our girl that?”

Teris began to shake her head. “Za--”

Hizashi's hand slid down Teris’ ass and up between her legs, fingers drumming against her covered crotch. “Not now, Baby. I’m tryin’ ta help Shouta out.”

That wasn’t exactly true. Hizashi just wanted to do it outside. Teris had always been against fucking on his balcony, too afraid someone might see. But there was no chance of anyone seeing here. And if he didn’t give Shouta and Teris a chance to realize they were both against it, then Shouta would agree and Teris would follow along. It wasn’t as if they wouldn’t enjoy it.

Wanting to give Teris whatever she wanted, Shouta stepped through the open door out into the fresh night air. It wasn’t as if anyone would be able to see them, he reasoned slowly setting her down. Surrounded by the house and warehouse, the only view they had was of the sky above. He supposed it could be considered somewhat romantic, even if the lights of Musutafu meant that most of the stars were blotted out.

Teris clung to the front of his shirt, still unsure even if it seem that Shouta was willing. “Shou--”

Hizashi spun her around, lips silencing her. He stepped her back against Shouta, hand trailing down her stomach and between her legs.

Teris groaned into Hizashi's mouth, all argument falling away. Though outside, there was no way anyone could see. It’s like any other room in the house, she comforted herself. A room that’s notably cooler than the rest of the house, she thought shivering from the chill night air.

Her hand reached around, grabbing the fabric of Shouta's sweatpants and pulling him closer, seeking his warmth and touch.

That was all the encouragement Shouta needed. He gripped her hips, his cock, which had started to soften, stirring as he pressed against her. He sucked at her neck, hands exploring her body. The body he had desperately missed these past three days.

“Fuck, I missed you.” Shouta groaned.

Teris broke the kiss with Hizashi and turned to Shouta. “I missed you too.”

Calloused hand cupping her cheek, Shouta turned her face to him.

Teris eagerly met his lips, mouth opening to accept his tongue. She pulled at Hizashi shirt, her other hand running up his chest.

The contact did little to console him. She had been with him for the long weekend. Why would she miss Shouta? Wasn’t he enough? You already know the answer to that, a inner voice thought bitterly. Of course you’re not enough. If you were enough you wouldn’t be sharing her with Shouta.

Hizashi bit at the puckered nipple through her shirt, roughly pinching the other.

Gasping, Teris pulled away from Shouta's hungry mouth. “Zashiiii!”

Green eyes gleaming devilishly, Hizashi tongued the pebble, wetting the fabric of her shirt and bra.

Her hips rocked when the muscle vibrated against her clothed nipple.

Shouta frowned. He would never be able to do that. Did that mean that he would never be able to make her feel as good as Hizashi did?

Hizashi pulled off her with one last toothy nibble. “You like that, Baby?” His hand roamed under her shirt, thumbing her nipple. “No one can make you feel like that but me. I’m your human vibrator, Babe.”

He moved to kiss her but was rudely halted by Shouta pulling her shirt up over her head.

Hizashi chuckled at the passive aggressive move. “Must be really eager, Shou. Think you can get her bra off without problem this time?”

Shouta smirked at Hizashi's friendly challenge. They both knew he could do so without issue. That he had done so several times since that first night. Not wanting to be embarrassed and bested by a piece of fabric ever again, Shouta had secretly taken one of Teris’ bras and practiced taking the confounded thing off a pillow until he could do it one handed without looking.

“Think you could get her pants off quicker?” Shouta taunted.

“Guys--” Teris’ complaint ended in a squeak.

Hizashi's hands drove to the belt of her pants. Shouta's finger hooked beneath her bra strap, two others pinching the fastened ends together.

“Done.”

“No fair! You didn’t even have to take of her shirt.” Hizashi gestured to the undone bra. “You didn’t even take the thing off!”

“Fine.” Shouta sighed, kissing Teris’ shoulder as he slipped it off.

Hizashi watched the reveal of her breast. Damn, it never got old.

“Still won.” Shouta played.

“Ass.” Hizashi grumbled.

“Fine. I want my Kitten’s front anyway.” Hands on her hips, Shouta spun Teris around.

Met with Shouta's lustful gaze, Teris’ breath caught.

“That’s not what--” Hizashi stopped, eyes trailing down to the curved mound of Teris’ ass.

Damn he wanted to tap that ass. But now wasn’t the time to push. Shouta would invariably back her when she argued against giving him what he knew they’d both enjoy. It burned how she didn’t trust him enough to let him have his way. And as far as he was concerned, her continued discomfort and nervous denial to trying anal was nothing more than a lack of trust in him. It was as if she doubted he’d be gentle. That she didn’t think that she and her pleasure were the most important thing to him. Hizashi knew that she would like it. But she didn’t trust him enough to give it a chance.

Hand on the back of his neck, Teris pulled Shouta to her level. “You and Zashi need need to treat me like a person, not a fuck toy to be used and talked about.”

Shouta's eyes widened. His mouth opened to tell her that wasn’t what he’d been doing but Hizashi's sultry voice spoke first.

“What’s that, Baby? You wanna be our fuck toy? Tossed around and used.” He grinned wickedly, wild forest eyes dancing.

Shouta's dick twitched in his sweatpants, the idea causing pre-cum to dribble out. Excited as he had been for his Love’s arrival, her absence had put him in a depressive mood. As such he hadn’t cared enough to mess with underwear. So the pre immediately formed a blossoming wet spot on the sweatpants.

Teris looked over her shoulder at the blonde. “You’re so dirty, Zashi.”

“That isn’t an answer, Beautiful.” Hizashi nuzzled closer, hands reached around to finish undoing her belt. He rocked his aching erection against her ass and popped the button of her jeans open.

“Maybe later, Sunshine.” She turned back to Shouta hoping her answer didn’t disappoint.

Shouta kissed her. He palmed her breast, other hand gliding up her neck to cup her face. “I love you.”

His tongue pushed into her mouth silenced her reply.

Hizashi pulled down her zipper, hand sliding inside her underwear. He groaned, fingers getting soaked on both sides, her juices having wicked through her panties, drenching them.

“Damn, Baby, your pussy’s droolin’ for us.” Hizashi muttered against her neck.

Shouta moved from her lips to the other side of her neck. “You want Zashi to finger you open to take my cock, Kitten?”

“Please.” Teris moaned, hips rocking against Hizashi's hand.

Hizashi looked at Shouta in surprise. “You serious?”

Shouta turned to his friend. He was sorry for every jealous, unkind thought he had had about Hizashi before and after getting with Teris. The point of them sharing was to spare their friendship. To make sure Teris and the both of them were happy. But none of them would be happy if he continued to feel a romantic rivalry with his best friend. With Teris being his soulmate, meant for him alone, acceptance of her and Hizashi would be difficult. He would undoubtedly fail numerous times before he grew accustomed to sharing her with Hizashi. But for all of their sake's he had to try. And the sooner he put in the effort to change his jealous ways, the better.

“This is about making us all happy.” Shouta told, looking from Teris to Hizashi and back. He gave her a tender smile. “I want you—all of us to be happy.”

Teris’ couldn’t explain why she got so emotional hearing him say that. Though they were all still figuring this out, it wasn’t as if Shouta and Hizashi were having private fights about it. After all Hizashi was the one who suggested this shared relationship, and Shouta had readily agreed. If either man had had a problem with sharing, they wouldn’t have done that. It made her all the more grateful for them; because she was a coward and really didn’t want to mess with the trouble her love for the both of them could have wrought. She would’ve sooner left Musutafu than have to choose and chance breaking up the guys friendship.

“So do I.” Teris told, clutching at Shouta's shirt. “I want you both to be happy. You and Zashi deserve so much more than I could ever give.”

“We could say the same for you, Ris. You deserve all we can give and more.”

Hizashi watched Shouta tenderly kiss her. His eye twitched at his friends words. Shouta was trying to win Teris’ favor. Trying to earn points for acting as if he was willing and eager to share. He could be serious, an inner voice thought. You really think his motives are pure? He scoffed at himself. If Shouta really cared about anything more than his own wants he would've backed off and left my girl alone. Instead I had to offer to share because selfish Shouta was more concerned about his own happiness than mine.

Shouta gave Teris another chaste kiss. He brushed his nose with hers then pulled back to look at Hizashi. “This is a shared relationship. So long as I get it wet first this time, we should do our best to properly share and give Teris the utmost pleasure. Don’t you think?”

You think I couldn’t wreck our girl without you? Hizashi thought, bristling at the perceived slight. That’s not what he means, another side thought. You need to stop thinking the worst. Not everyone's like you.

“Let’s rock our girls world!” Hizashi beamed at his friend.

As if of one mind, Shouta bend and grabbed Teris’ legs. Hizashi hooked his arms under Teris’.

Lifted off the brick cobbled floor, Teris squealed and squirmed.

Able to contain and carry her legs in one strong arm, Shouta’s other hand smacked her ass. “Settle down.”

Teris shivered, legs squeezing even tighter together in Shouta’s firm hold.

Shouta looked down at her, following Hizashi's lead to what he hoped was a comfortable and sturdy piece of patio furniture. “Be good and I’ll let you suck me while Zashi prepares that pretty pussy of yours to take my fat cock.” He smirked at Teris’ mewling moan. “You’d like that. Wouldn’t you, Kitten? Sucking me while Zashi fingers and eats you out.”

She bit her lower lip and nodded.

“Use your words. I want to hear you.”

“Yes.” Teris breathed.

“Good girl.” Shouta set her down, hands panning up her inner thighs. He wanted to stay there and tease her himself, but he wasn’t alone with Teris and had already made the decision to try and share better.

Hizashi patted an excited beat into Shouta's back, urging his friend out of the way. If Shouta wanted to hear her, then he would make their girl scream. He would make Teris so high and wrecked from just his mouth and fingers that Shouta’s cock would be nothing to her.

Shouta stepped back, watching Hizashi kiss her. He eyed the cushioned furniture Teris was sitting on. “How strong is that lounge?”

“We’ll break her before we break it.” Hizashi said, tugging off her pants.

“Br—break what?”

Hizashi chuckled at Teris’ wide-eyed expression. “I’m playin’, Babe. We won’t break you… much.”

“Zashi!” Teris exclaimed.

“It’ll hold if I stand on it?”

Hizashi looked back at Shouta. “Yeah. What da ya have in--” A slow grin crept upon his face. “Oh, yeah!”

“What?” Teris looked between the two. “Oh, yeah what? What are we doing?”

“We’re not doin’ anything, Babe. You’re gonna be a good little Wren and sit back— Actually, you’re gonna sit up and take what Shou and I give you.”

“You think you can handle that, Kitten?” Shouta pulled off his shirt.

Nervous as she was, not knowing what they had planned, Teris trusted her guys implicitly. She also wasn’t one to back down from a taunting challenge. It was odd how Shouta knew how to taunt and challenge just enough. Where Hizashi, who she had been with for three years, still went too far or not far enough.

She leaned back, lifting her hips to pull down her own pants and underwear, then sat back up. “I can handle whatever you guys got.”

“Fuck…”

Though silent, Shouta echoed Hizashi's sentiments. He stared at Teris, captivated by the sight of her. He both wanted to make tender love to her, and fuck her so hard that they broke the patio furniture no matter how sturdy it was.

Hizashi palmed his erection through his pants. “Baby, we’re gonna make you feel so good.”

Shouta was back by Hizashi side. “You’re sure it’ll hold?”

“Totally sure! I did my homework, Shou. All our stuff will hold up. Even the bar stools and tables. Everything we got will take our fuckin’ and keep on truckin’. But…”

Shouta and Teris looked at him, speaking in stereo. “But what?”

“Don’t you wanna take those off.” Hizashi could already imagine his friend falling off the lounge and cracking his head open because the sweatpants had fallen and tripped him up.

At least you’d have Teris to yourself again, part of him thought in dark humor. That’s not even funny! Stop that! He scolded himself. He didn’t want Shouta hurt. He just wanted him out of the picture.

Shouta cleared his throat, a light blush dusting his cheeks. “I was trying not to leave you looking at my ass.”

Teris’ eyes widened finally piecing together what the two had planned.

“Really? You think I’ll be looking up when I’ll have my face in such a pretty sight as this?” Hizashi ran his fingers through Teris’ slick folds, chuckling when her legs tried to snap shut. “Take ‘em off, man. Don’t need you bustin’ both heads open tonight.”

With that allowance, Shouta hooked his thumbs the waistband and pulled the sweatpants down. His cock sprung free. Shouta hissed more from the cool night air hitting his heated skin than the relieving freedom. Goose-flesh erupted over his skin.

Hands wrapping behind her knees, Hizashi pulled Teris so her hips were closer to the cushions edge. His fingers crawled up her leg, making her skin prickle.

Shouta stepped to the side of the lounge, kneeling on it to test it’s surface and kiss his Love. He groaned when her tongue slipped into his mouth.

One hand carding through Hizashi's silken hair, Teris’ other hand threaded through Shouta's wavy locks. Her nails scrapped lightly against his scalp, making him shiver. And he had the nerve to say she was so easy for him. Hizashi had his own spots and treatment that delighted him; but she was still figuring those out even after three years. It was another one of those odd things. And not just because of the amount of time she had been with Hizashi verse Shouta.

Shouta was more stoic. He hid a lot of his thoughts and emotions. Yet she could read him as if she had been doing so her entire life. She just seemed to get and understand Shouta. Where as, as open and honest as Hizashi was, she still struggled.

Shouta pulled away from her lips before he lost himself. He stood and smiled down at her. “You ready to work that pretty mouth on me?”

Teris’ mouth pooled with eager saliva. She glanced down at Shouta's ruddy cock, her jaw aching at the thought of opening wide enough to take him. “Ye—ah! Za—ah!”

Teris tugged at Hizashi's hair, hips rutting up to his vibrating tongue.

Shouta tamped down his agitation at the interruption. It’s not as if Hizashi did it on purpose, he told himself. This was just part of sharing. Sharing sucks, he thought, trying not to pout. He pet back Teris’ hair, reminding himself, sharing is what he agreed to. You need to have thoughts that will help you get use to it, not make you bitter.

Hizashi smirked against Teris. If Shouta thought he could run the show, he had another thing coming. He had been with Teris for years. He knew just how to make her come apart. So did Shouta, Hizashi thought. Even that first night, Shouta knew just how to-- His tongue flick too hard, the frequency changing.

Teris gave an uncomfortable hiss, hand pulling at his hair as her hips rolled back.

Focus, Hizashi chastised himself. He kissed her clit in apology, tongue moving to dip into her wet heat.

Shouta stepped onto the edge of the lounge, feet planting to either side of her.

Teris looked up at him, breath catching in her lungs. She had been on her knees with him before, but this… This somehow made him seem all the more powerful. Maybe it was the endless sky above him. Either way, his power wasn’t the only thing that escalated in this position. Her body heated tenfold and she hadn’t even touched him.

One hand around the base of his cock, the other smoothing through her hair, Shouta looked down at her. Just the sight of her. Wide-eyed and eager. Practically drooling. It had him twitching in his hand.

Teris hands lifted.

“Keep those down.” Shouta told.

Though disappointed, Teris lowered her hands.

“I’ll tell you when you can touch me.”

Teris whined, hips wiggling in Hizashi's face.

Hizashi pulled off her, fingers filling her quivering cunt as he lapped around his mouth. “Damn, Shou! That’s some real dom stuff there.”

“I…” Shouta looked down at Teris. Sure he wanted to dominate her in bed but that wasn’t the reason he didn’t want her touching him. Three days was a long time to go without. Whatever restraint he had built up since they first got together was surely undone by her time away. He didn’t want her touching him because he did want to cum too soon.

“Shouta. Please.” Teris leaned slightly forward, but not enough to take him to mouth.

“Good thing she likes to be told what to do.” Hizashi told curling his fingers and nosing her clit.

In a mix of sullen pride, Hizashi went on thinking, don’t know what you did to earn her submission but enjoy it.

Shouta groaned, hips moving forward. The weeping head of his cock glided over her shining parted lips.

Teris’ tongue leaked out, wanting to lick her lips and taste him.

“Not yet, Kitten. Stay just like that.”

Teris whined, struggling to hold back and obey. She gasped, hips rocking when Hizashi continually graze the spot inside her. They were both teasing her and it was such delightful torment.

“So pretty.” Shouta murmured, caressing her cheek. “My beautiful Kitty Cat.”

Teris melted at being called his. It was weird. She put up with but didn’t like Hizashi called her his. Something about it put her guard up. She had thought it was just the way she was. That she was just too proud and independent. But she quickly learned that wasn’t the case the first time Shouta called her his.

“Such a good girl. Lick your lips and have your treat.” Shouta watched her tongue dart over her lips.

Hizashi added a third finger and sucked harshly at her clit.

Teris jumped nearly biting her tongue. “Ah! Zas--”

Shouta wanted to bark at his friend to be nice, but kept his peace. “Ready to have at me, Kitten?”

Eyes trained on his bobbing cock, Teris nodded.

“Words, Ris. Let me hear you.”

“Yes.” Teris breathed, dancing against Hizashi's face.

“Good girl.” Shouta moved closer to her face. “Lick it for me.”

Teris licked up the underside. The tip of her tongue flicked against the slit. She moaned, the taste of Shouta's pre-cum exploding across her tongue, overwhelming her senses.

Shouta pet through her hair. “Good girl. So sweet and perfect for me.” He pressed the head of his cock between her lips. “Suck.”

Teris moved to take more of him in, mouth opening wide. But she was stopped when Shouta’s hand fisted in her hair.

“I’ll tell you when to move. Just suck the tip for me.”

Teris whined, grinding against Hizashi, who’s vibrating tongue brought her to the edge and stopped, just to edge her again. Her lips closed around the head of Shouta’s cock.

Shouta sighed, fingers loosening in Teris’ hair. “That’s a good girl. Hollow those cheeks.”

Teris did, tongue brushing against him.

“Fuck!” Shouta's hips thrust forward.

Teris was ready. She took more of him in, humming around his length.

Shouta huffed and tapped her cheek. “Naughty Minx. You’ll pay for that.”

Teris hummed again, though whether in pleasure or challenge of what Shouta said, even she couldn’t say.

“You want at me that bad, Kitten?”

Teris looked up, giving him her sweetest, most innocent expression, and nodded as best she could.

Shouta's dick twitched in her hot mouth. “Fuck. Then have at me.” His hand tightened in her hair once again.

She whined in complaint when his hold stopped her from moving.

“When I tell you to stop. You stop. Hear me?”

Teris blinked up at him.

It wasn’t much of an agreement. Hell it wasn’t even one. But Shouta’s control was slipping, and rather than let that show, he released her hair.

Hizashi was in heaven, or at least he would've been if Shouta was there. He could feast on Teris for hours. The only thing he liked more than going down on her was her going down on him. Turning her into a drooling, tear stained mess as he fucked her face was his favorite thing in the world. He loved hearing her gurgle and gag around his cock. Feeling of her throat spam around him. Watching her wide, wild eyes when her air was cut off. There was nothing better than the feeling of holding his sweet girls life in his hands…

Hizashi groaned against her dripping cunt. The taste and feel of her mixing with the thoughts of the last time she choked on his cock. His hand dipped to undo his belt and pants. He sighed in relief. Though his pants weren’t half as tight as his hero costume they were still snug enough to make his hard cock ache.

“Damn, Baby. You taste so good. I wanna keep you like this forever.” Hizashi wrapped his lips around her clit, tongue pulsing against the little bud.

Teris made a strangled noise around Shouta's cock.

Shouta groaned, driving deeper into her mouth. The wet, lewd sound of her sucking mixed with that of Hizashi working her sopping cunt. She was so aroused, he could smell her. Shouta swallowed, the pool of saliva wanting to taste her.

A breeze stirred within the confines of their hidden sanctuary. The once chill air now welcomed, cooling Shouta's heated skin. “Fuck. Zashi. If you don’t make Teris cum now, you’ll have to wait.”

Hizashi turned his growl into a groan. Where the hell did Shouta get off telling him his time was up?

“Kitten, stop.” Shouta spoke with such authority that Hizashi lifted his head.

Teris’ head continued to bob. She wanted Shouta cumming in her mouth.

“Shi--” Shouta’s fingers buried through the roots of her hair, holding her still.

Teris sucked all the harder when his hips moved back.

“Fuck!” With a loud pop, Shouta pulled free. He panted above her.

Full breaths making her chest heave, Teris smiled. Her eyes fell close. Tongue rolling around her mouth, she basked in the dribble of pre-cum her stubborn efforts had wrought.

Shouta wrenched her head back to better look at her. He had to force down a smile. She looked so blissed out and proud of herself. Like the cat the got the cream. Which was insanely hot since she had only gotten a sampling. “You look rather pleased with yourself.”

Teris hummed her contentment and nodded.

Hizashi got to his feet.

Shouta stepped down and stood between her legs. Her expression looked so similar to the one she had in their dreams when he had talked her through her orgasm. He lifted her chin, thumb brushing over swollen, wet lips. “Such a pretty Kitty Cat. Let’s see if I can please you half as well as you’ve pleased yourself.”

She sucked in a breath, eyes fluttering open.

Hizashi tried not to glower. What did Shouta think he’d been doing all this time! Sitting on the sidelines? Even though he had said he’d let Shouta have first turn, Hizashi was tempted to push his friend out of the way and take his girl for himself. It was bad enough that he had wound her up so tight, edging her. Shouta would probably think he was the sole reason she would cum so hard. He never should've stopped. He should have stood his ground until he was finished and Teris came on his tongue. That’s what you get for trying to be nice and share, he thought.

Shouta smirked down at Teris. Leaning, he kissed her, groaning at the mild taste of himself. Unable to help himself, his fingers swiped slowly through her folds. “Damn, Kitten. You’re so wet.”

He straightened and lifted his hand, sucking his fingers clean.

Teris shivered, moan louder than Shouta's low hum. She licked her lips, watching his eyes roll back.

Shouta licked between his fingers, reveling in her delectable slick. He pulled his fingers free and wrapped his hand around himself, giving a few lose fisted pumps. The saliva of his fingers mixed with hers left on his cock. “Scoot back a bit, Ris.”

Teris rushed to comply.

Shouta chuckled at her haste.

Hizashi rolled his eyes. He roughly pulled off his shirt. As pent up as Shouta was, his friend wouldn’t take long.

Shouta knelt between her legs. He propped himself over her.

Teris pulled him down into a tongued kiss. “I missed you, Raven.”

Shouta trembled at the vehemence of her voice. He rutted his cock through her sopping folds and kissed her. “I missed you too, Kitten. I--”

He stopped, Adam’s apple bobbing in a rough swallow. He had been about to say that he didn’t want to be apart from her ever again. And while he would rather never be apart, it was an irrational thing to want. They would invariably have time away from each other. Even if she never spent another long weekend away with Hizashi, which she surely would, there would unfortunately be other things that took her or him away.

Teris looked up at him, thinking he had been about to say he loved her. His pause made her wonder since he had never struggled with saying so before. Whatever he stopped himself from saying seemed to trouble him. Seeking to ease him, she tucked his hair behind an ear and smoothed his furrowed brow. “I love you, Shouta. More than I could ever express.”

Shouta smiled softly down at her. “I love you too, Teris.”

He wanted so badly to tell her how long he had loved her and she him. How connected they truly were. That they were soulmates. But now was hardly the time or place. When he finally did tell her, they would be alone, without Hizashi present.

Taking himself to hand, he lined himself up and slowly pushed in.

Teris’ legs quivered around his hips, her willing body opening to him.

Shouta groaned at her wet enveloping heat, her velvety walls a second skin. Seated to the hilt, he pressed his forehead to hers, giving them a moment to adjust. His dark eyes stared into her lust blown pupils. “You’re beautiful.”

“Shou… Please.”

He smirked at her needy whine. “You ready for me to move, Kitten?”

“Yes! Shouta, please.”

Shouta made to pull back his hips and stopped. Teris whined, but he hadn’t done it to tease. “You and I really need to talk about boundaries.”

“Boundaries?”

Shouta cursed himself, Teris’ tone telling him he had said it all wrong. Seeking to explain he told. “Sexual boundaries. What you’re comfortable with.”

Teris smiled in relief. For a moment she had been scared she’d crossed a line and upset him. “What would you like to do to me, Raven?”

Shouta shook his head. “Later.”

Knowing he wouldn't have brought it up now unless there was something he wanted to do, Teris guessed. “Do you wanna spank me, Shou?”

Shouta felt his face and ears heat. His dick twitched inside her.

Teris’ arms looped around his neck. “Spank me, Master.”

Shouta's hips pulled back and sharply rushed forward.

Teris moaned at the harsh, hard thrust.

Shouta's gaze panned over her breast, perfectly displayed by her arched back. He growled, at the sight of the numerous marks Hizashi had littered her with. A possessive fire ignited. He rocked roughly into her, wanting to reclaim her.

It was a possessive urge that he didn’t like in himself. Not only because Teris wouldn’t appreciate it; but because it wasn’t healthy. He and Hizashi had agreed to share. There was no need to be jealous of his best friend. Especially not when he would get his chance to spend his own three days alone with her.

Shouta lowered further and kissed her. “You want me to treat you like an ally cat?”

Teris clawed at his back. “Fu—ah! Yes!”

The three of them having used a safeword before, Shouta asked for her benefit, wanting the word fresh in her mind should she need it. “What’s that safeword, Kitten? Tell me?”

“Ba—baka.”

Shouta pulled back and slammed in. “Again. This time without stuttering.”

“Baka!”

“Good girl.” He cooed, kissing her parted lips. He rose to his knees, keeping his pull back long and slow, and thrusts sharp and hard. “You know spanking isn’t the only way to discipline a naughty kitten. But if you want it. I’ll gladly leave my mark.” His hand came down on the back of her thigh.

Shouta's entire body thrummed at the loud, sharp crack and her screamed moan. His hips staggered when she squeezed impossible tighter around him.

Teris jumped, body rolling, the quick flare of pain giving way to heightened pleasure.

“Liked that?”

“Yes.” Teris breathed.

“You’re not suppose to enjoy your punishment so much. Maybe I should stop.”

“No! Please! Don’t stop!”

“Fuck!” Shouta groaned halting his thrusts. Feeling her enjoyment as she spammed around him while he spanked her was a test enough of his control. But having her all but beg for him to spank her was more than he could currently take.

Hizashi gnawed on the inside of his cheek as he watched. How was it that Shouta got her to all but beg for him to spank her? Teris never begged him to spank her. He turned his gaze away, sullen green eyes glancing through the wall of windows to his side of the house. Though he and Shouta had agreed their rooms were a space were they would have Teris alone, the other not able to intrude unless invited, Shouta had made him feel like an intruder here. He felt forgotten and was quickly growing bitter.

Yamada Hizashi isn’t someone you forget, he thought, shoving off his pants. He moved to Teris, roughly kissing her.

Too overwhelmed, Teris couldn’t do more than gasp around Hizashi's invading tongue. She shivered and twitched from Shouta's heavenly onslaught. Her movements and Shouta's hard thrusts making her and Hizashi’s teeth click together.

The sloppy kiss ended, Hizashi pulling back from her wet, swollen lips. “You wanna suck me off while Shouta fucks you, Baby?”

“You can do that later. I want to hear her.”

Hizashi's head snapped around to his friend. What the hell?

Shouta grimaced. He didn’t need to see Hizashi's blazing eyes to realize that his angry annoyance had colored his tone. Trying to soothe the offense, Shouta coached his voice into a less harsher tone and went on. “You got to do whatever you wanted for three days. All I want is to hear her.”

If all you want is to hear her, then let me fuck her and listen, Hizashi thought. And no! I couldn’t do whatever I wanted because our girl is too shy and doesn’t trust me enough to try curtain things. Never mind that it wasn’t three whole days. I was working most of the time. Not that you care enough to note the distinction.

Glittering eyes on Shouta, Hizashi stepped away. “I’ll wait for my turn.”

The meaning was clear. Shouta wouldn’t be touching her during Hizashi's turn. It aggravated him to no end. Why was Hizashi being such a selfish ass? It wasn’t as if Hizashi had gone three days without the love of his life. As much as Shouta hated drama and talking, they would have to talk about this. If this was to work he and Hizashi would have to communicate. They couldn’t have any feelings of jealousy toward each other. Rivalry would end their friendship just the same as if Teris had left Hizashi to be with him. But that was a matter for later. Right now…

Shouta focused his attention back on Teris. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and leaned down, propping himself up on a forearm.

Teris keened beautifully. The new angle had Shouta driving deeper. His thick cock dragging against her front wall with every grooving rock of his hips. Her scissored legs twitched, toes curling.

“Shou—aaahh!”

“That’s it, Kitten. Sing for me. Let me hear you.” Shouta's hips snapped against hers, the sound of their slapping skin adding to the harmony of her wet, squelching pussy, and lovely cries. He might not be as into music as Hizashi, but this was the best song ever made.

“Ra—ven! Pl—please!”

“You ready to cum for me? I can feel you quivering. Come on Ally Cat. Clamp down and cum. Let me feel you try to milk me.” Shouta's hand smacked the back of her thigh, the cracking sound far louder than the actual hit.

Like a line of domino's being toppled, a chain reaction was set off by Shouta's words and spank.

Heart drumming a rapid, heavy beat in her ears, the coil within Teris snapped. She sucked in a gasping breath, the immense wave of pleasure spiking. Like a dam being broken, hot electricity flashed through her. An enveloping darkness consumed her vision, pupils contracting. Shadows throughout the space jerked and pulled toward her. Her pupils exploded, expanding impossibly large. Condensed coils of darkness sprung from the obsidian rings on her pointer fingers. The lights in the house brightened then flickered and browned out. Her obsidian rings cracked.

Shouta and Hizashi jumped. Hizashi crouched, covering his head. Shouta shielded Teris from the shattering string of lights above them. Further glass could be heard bursting and breaking inside as light bulbs throughout the house exploded.

Teris twitched, mouth open in a scream of pleasure, the crashing wave of her orgasm just now reaching its height. The coils of darkness flared out and dissipated, her obsidian rings crumbling and falling away. Then everything went dark.

Teris laid motionless beneath Shouta.

Shouta and Hizashi were left sightless in a sudden, consuming darkness.

“What the--”

Shouta heard Hizashi’s halted question mix with the sound of distant alarms and people yelling.

Countless stars that were once blotted out by city lights, shimmered brightly in the night sky above.

Shouta might not like drama but he’s found himself in a whirlwind of it now. I wanted a change of pace from my more event focused fic ‘Chaos’, so please forgive me for not delving too deep into the whole Void and Reader/Teris’ darkness quirk. If you want something with more action and worldbuilding I suggest you check out my other fic ‘Lost Song’.

One last thing, YES. Shouta and Teris ARE both guilty of being a bit thankless and forgetful about Hizashi. I like complex, shades of grey characters. Shouta sees Teris as his soulmate. He’s had this lifetime with her that only he knows about. While Teris may not remember their shared dreams, she does feel an overwhelming pull to Shouta. That doesn’t make them responsible for Hizashi’s descent to full on dark yandere and eventual turn to villainy. But Shouta and Teris might've been able to slow Hizashi's fall or get him some help if they had been more aware and not so focused on each other.

Comments and re-blogs are always appreciated.

Thanks to those who have left hearts. And a VERY special thank you to those who have recently left comments or re-blogged. They REALLY mean a lot.

A HUGE thanks to @inorganicone2230 for their help, friendship, and encouragement. I HIGHLY recommend you check out their work either on here or AO3 (@InorganicOne2230). I LOVE their EraserMicxReader fics. And their yandere Kai is A-MAZING. Their help and input has been a BIG help in fleshing out Kai in my other two fics Crossroads and Lost Song; both of which wouldn’t be getting written right now if not for their encouragement.

#aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #hizashi yamada #yamada hizashi #yandere hizashi #yandere #present mic #eraserhead #bnha #my hero academia #fanfic #erase the shadow

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“Aizawa handling seeing Mic for the first time since being revealed as the U.A traitor.”

[Ive been thinking about writing something like this for a while now, but after seeing these two (http://vm.tiktok.com/dNCBgb/) bring this idea to life i couldn’t help but sit myself down, cry for a minute, and then FINALLY write it. I know this is a bit different than we’re used to on this blog, but bare with me here. This is an Aizawa x Traitor!Mic one shot, so sorry to disappoint those of you who don’t ship it or don’t believe in Traitor Mic ooooor are only here for my teacher trio x reader content! I promise you that content will be continued after this!]

[PS to Lizzie and Jordyn: I am SO SORRY that this has taken substantially long :) fun fact I’ve restarted this fiction uh about 4 times, because I couldn’t solidly figure out how to open the fiction. I didn’t forget about it, nor was I promising you false dreams here haha I’m just absolute booty when it comes to openers. Hope you enjoy.]

[photo credit to the amazing artist @ask-hizashi-and-shouta]

A flash of dulling lumincent light crawled out from the underside of the local night market’s weathered canopy, it’s haze contouring along the right side of the clinical erasure pro’s face as his feet seemed to aimlessly carry him back towards the solitary isolation of his haunted home. These days the underground hero blew through the streets in a desperate attempt to avoid the memories that tainted the walls of his living space. He could remember a time when being in the comfort of his own company was the envy of his dreams, but now he did just about anything he could to avoid being alone with his own thoughts. The down pours of tonight’s abysmal sky hardly phases the man as heaven’s tears began to soak through the bangs of Shouta’s rich raven hair. After the week he’d had a few droplets of moisture condensed from the atmosphere did little to cause a reaction from him. If he was being entirely honest he couldn’t feel a damn thing, both emotionally and physically. His body had began to grow numb to the world around him as his mind shifted to disconnect from the unwanted reality he had been presented.

As thunder crackled through the ghostly alley of the eerily quiet market the hero began to show a slight urgency in his pacing. While he wasn’t afraid of the sound, he knew logically being caught in a storm like this wouldn’t be a genuinely smart thing. Moving with slightly more purpose, the man couldn’t help but grow distracted as his eyes caught the top headline of the news stand just in the edge of his view, “Present Mic: The Famed U.A Traitor Still At Large, Authorities Have No Leads.”

Clenching his jaw he turned his head away from the article, constricting his fingers around the thick plastic handle of the bag he carried, the sudden force causing the top of his knuckles to fade white. He knew it was irrational to care and hurt the way he did, but that didn’t stop his emotions from betraying his mind. Pushing past the feelings the clawed to free themselves from both his tired eyes and heavy chest, Aizawa finally arrived home. Haphazardly he dropped the bag right where he stood just inches inside his front door, he not caring about the safety of his items. It was just pantry goods anyway, things he kept for when...company came. Christ, he didn’t even know why he still was continuing to buy these crap snacks, something in him just compelled him to grab them. It wasn’t like they’d be eaten. Factually Shouta never cared for sweets, so the likelyhood they’d be consumed by him was slim. Drenched and dripping, he uncomfortably made his way through the house heading for his bedroom. Not making it more than two footsteps, an unease began to grow inside the typically steady pro. With the sound of a faint thud coming from the room he’d been inbound too, his hands constricted around the damp scarf that clung to his neck, he approaching with caution. Great, a break in was the last thing he needed right now. With the same stealth and swiftness he was known for in his work, he deployed his weapon, the fabric of it tightening as it made contact with a body. “You must either be really stupid or have a death wish to intrude her-“ he couldn’t help but pause as shock rushed his body. Stood in front of him were a set of painfully fimiliar green eyes and a smile that killed him to see. While his apprerance had been altered drastically, the long blonde locks the other sported now dyed and chopped, he was still recognizable to the Eraser hero. Uncontrollably his lip began to quiver, teeth digging into his tongue as he pressed it roughly to the inside of his cheek. Releasing the weapons hold, he turned his back to the fimiliar stranger, aggressively rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands. “You’re an idiot. Why are you here?”

“I had no where else to go...” came the response. It was quiet and almost defeated, and while sensibly Aizawa knew he shouldn’t have cared....he did.

Not responding to the traitor behind him, his body instinctively began to close off to the other. His arms moved to cross over his chest as he stood distanced both spiritually and physically. It was a subtitle change in the mans body language, but Hizashi could see it. After sixteen years with the stoic man he’d finally began to pick up on the minute tells the other let off on the rare occasions he let himself display his emotions. While it wasn’t something most people would take notice too, Hizashi did. It was evident to him the man was hurt. “Come on, don’t do this. Please just talk to me...” The tone of the once admired voice hero sounded nearly as broken as his counter part felt.

As if some nerve had been struck inside the shorter of the two men, Shoutas body spun to face Hizashi his fist wrapping around the fabric of his shirt. What nerve did the other have to think he could just break in and act like nothing even happened. “Don’t....don’t you walk back into my life and pretend like this is okay. It’s not okay! None of this, is okay.”

The former blonde was taken back by the harsh emotion filled outburst his ex lover, ex friend, and ex confidant had displayed. For Shouta to express himself like this, it must of been bad. “Just...calm down...listen to me alright? I never meant to hurt you.”

An audiable laugh came from the typically reclused ravenette. “As if you’ve been truthful with me up until this point. I trusted you....I let you in when I should have kept you at an arms length like I do everyone else. Tell me exactly why I should believe a single thing you say to me. Out of the sixteen years I’ve spent with you how much of it was lies.” He hissed hand moving to press the others body harshly into the wall “out of sixteen years, how long have you been pretending to be my friend, to care about me!”

“I never pretended....I’ve always cared about you Shouta. Everything I’ve ever said to you about how I feel has been one hundred percent! Everything I have ever done has been to protect you alright!” Tears began to form in Hizashi’s eyes as his hand moved to rest against his friends, he working to loosen the other’s grip. “I don’t care if you wanna believe me or not okay? That’s your burden to carry, but I know that every time I ever looked you in the eyes and told you how much I loved you, alright that was real! Every time I ever smiled or laughed, or told you that you meant the world to me, that was real! I didn’t take this traitor gig to hurt you alright, I did it to protect you!”

“Protect me, oh that’s laughable!” Shouta let his hands drop the others body, the tears he’d been fighting back for a week now starting to bubble to the surface as his finger tips moved to trace over the scar under his eye “this? This was protecting me? Do you have any idea how idiotic and illogical you sound right now!”

Hizashi turned his gaze away from the others face, it riddled him with guilt to look at the thick scar the other wore. “I was promised you weren’t going to get hurt....you’re not the only one who was lied too....” gently rubbing his hands over his face, the no longer boisterous voice hero gave a groan. “They only wanted All Might. I was just suppose to tell them where and when to find him. Information in exchange for yours and the kids safety. That’s all it was suppose to be. I wasn’t banking on All Might powering down before the trip even started, okay? How was I suppose to know the guy was gonna be a no show and they’d go after you and the kids Shouta!”

“Because they are villains Hizashi! They were villains and you just bent right into their will! What did they have on you that was so incriminating that you would trust them you idiotic loud mouthed -“

“You! They had you...” hizashis voice was abrupt, a small crack to its tone as he spoke. Casting his eyes to the floor his lips twitched from side to side, as he tugged at his collar. “Call me idiotic or irrational or whatever else you’d say typically say to me....but these guys aren’t the local band, they’re the headliners in this rock show and they are some seriously terrifying cats!”

Shouta couldn’t stand to listen to the other any longer, his fist clenching at his side. Even if there was a truth to anything the former pro had to say, it infuriated Aizawa that the other thought this was a battle he needed to fight alone. Knowing if he stayed in the same room any longer with the painfully recognizable face in front of him, he was bound to make a move he’d immediately regret. Turning his back, he clenched his jaw exited the room. Against his better judgment, the irrationality of his emotions kicked in. He could feel his eyes sting with aggravation and sorrow, his chest weighted and tight. “You can stay for tonight. So help me, you better be gone come morning Hizashi, or else.”

With no more left to say to the other, Shouta blew his way from the bedroom slamming the door behind him. The moment he was out of view of the other, the tears aggressively poured from his eyes, all the hurt, all the anger, everything he’d been feeling for a week finally coming to a boil. He knew it was ludicrous to let the other stay here, and he knew he’d come to regret that choice at a later time, but what was he suppose to do. He still loved that idiot. Traitor or not, you can’t erase sixteen years of memories, no matter how badly he wished he could. Desperate to put this day to rest, Shouta threw the emotionally drained husk that was his body aggressively to his couch. Forcing his eyes shut he tried to forget the aching pain in his chest, the feeling making his body feel anxious and heavy. He could feel the overwhelming rush of emotions as he bit his tongue fighting back more tears. He refused to cry, it was unreasonable to shed tears for someone who could care less about him. With his face buried into the back of the couch, the typically stoic and impassive man finally fell to sleep.

When morning came, the overly tired and uncharacteristically emotional hero gave a groan. Sleeping on the couch may have been the biggest mistake of his life. While it was comfortable for sitting, hed forgotten how uncomfortable it was to sleep on. Retrospectively it was hitting him that he should have kicked his former lover onto the couch instead but, he guessed that’s what happens when you let your judgements cloud with emotions. Dreading the walk towards the bedroom, his heart rate escalated as he touched his hand to the door. Some masochistically dejected part of him almost hoped the other was still behind the door despite his warnings last night. He knew it would just bring him more pain and anguish to see him, but he couldn’t help it. The pain was better then going back to the feeling if nothing. Slowly letting his hand pry the door open, his heart sank to find an empty room, the window wide open. He knew he shouldn’t feel dispondent from the sight of the empty room, but he was. Cautiously entering the area with his guard still heavily held, he made his way towards the center of the room. As he glanced around to assure the other wasn’t hidden, his eyes became distracted as they caught on a folded white piece of paper. Reaching out with unsteady hands, Shouta let his fingers trace around the edge of the paper. He could feel the way the tension churned at his stomach, pitting every emotion he never imagined he’d feel in his gut. Tired dark eyes locked on the sloppy handwriting scrawled across the page, truly hizashis hand writing was abysmal. He unraveled the folds to reveal a winded letter laying behind them.

Shouta,

Seeing as you wouldn’t listen last night, i wrote this all down for you. I know the chances you’ll read this are slim. I know you’re furious with me, and I can’t say that I blame you. I wouldn’t be shocked if you threw this letter out and forgot about me all together, but I can’t leave knowing things are the way they are. You deserve to know as much of the truth as I can tell you, which isn’t really much. Just know, i promise this was all to protect you. I know you’re probably rolling your eyes at that, but it’s the truth. I wouldn’t have given up being able to see you every single day if I didn’t have a cause. I’d rather live my life miserable and distanced from you knowing you’re alive than have to live with the fact you’re dead because i tried to fight these guys. Just know, that even if you stop loving me it’s okay, I’ll never hold it against you. Even if it’s not with me I want to know you’re happy and safe. You asked me last night how long I’ve been lying for. It’s only been for the last year that I’ve been keeping secrets, but never once did i pretend to be you’re friend or your lover. Every moment of our love was genuine, a hundred percent baby. Every smile I gave you was palpable, every laugh was legitimate, and every kiss authentic. If you believe me about nothing else, I’m begging, please believe that every time I said I loved you I meant it. Every single last time. I still love you, and I won’t ever stop. I miss you, seeing you last night made me realize a lot of things. One of the most important ones being that i should have came to you and let you know what was happening, but I thought i was doing the right thing trying to protect you. I’m sorry that I was a giant idiot babe and screwed things up for the both of us. Please take care of yourself. Since I’m not there to nag you anymore babe, shower daily. Don’t forget to feed yourself, and sauce packets aren’t a meal! I love you three thousand baby, and I promise you that’s the god honest truth. Catch you on the flip side Eraser.

Hizashi

Tears ran down Aizawas face as his fingers dug into the corners of the paper, his body shaking with sobs. Stood with the note in his hands, salt water blinding his vision, the erasure champion couldn’t help but kick himself. He wished he could have heard these words for himself last night, but he was to stubbornly idiotic for his own good sometimes. Pressing the ball of his palm to his right eye, the other continued on to read the small blurb at the bottom of the note. That idiot would leave a post scriptum after writing such a heartfelt note. It was probably something ridiculous and childish.

P.S

I left something in the closet for you. Hold onto it for me. Im gonna need it back one day, and I know it’ll be safe with you.

Shoutas heart stopped, his body hardly even hesitating to fly to his closet. Yanking the door open, he froze to see the other mans hero costume, complete with directional speaker set up in the safety of his closet. He didn’t know what intentions the other planned to act on, but he knew three things. One, this was not going to be the last time he ever saw Hizashi. Two, that man intended to clear his name. Three, Shouta wasn’t sure how, but he was going to make sure he was there to help. As much as it pained him, he believed Hizashi. Uncaring of the consequences the underground hero set off in search for his friend. If he knew his lover, which he did, the man had a half baked idea that would probably get him killed....and there was no way Shouta would let him do it alone. Gathering both his and Hizashi’s equipment, the man headed out leaving everything he knew behind. Love was irrational and for once, Shouta was fine knowing that. He’d rather be seen as a traitor, aiding and abetting the other, then live in a world without him. Even after the monumental betrayal of the other, he still trusted him.

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #my hero academia #toshinori x reader #toshinori yagi #yamada hizashi #hizashi x reader #bnha requests #eraserhead #bnha aizawa #traitormic #present mic #present mic x eraserhead #yamada x aizawa

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