#i bet no one else gets you like me. / shota. ♡ ( handpickedriot. )

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when he doesn’t say anything to her, that’s when the anxiety kicks in. had she read too much into their more frequent meetings? was.. there something wrong? emerald eyes watched him rise from his chair and stayed trained on his looming figure as he rounded the desk. just a moment of doubt creeped up in emi’s mind. perhaps.. this was too far? maybe, she should’ve gone home?

the look in his eyes leaves no traces for emi to go on. in fact, if there was one person she never had the ability to read, it was his shota. what she wouldn’t give to read minds, and in specific, his. 

she doesn’t leave her spot, in fact, as per usual, as with most of their past interactions, she reaffirms it. both her hands push back on the desk, propping herself up further to meet his gaze. her back’s bent slightly and of course she’s smiling, at least, until shota knocks her legs aside, causing emi to frown and sit up. her brows narrow in confusion, and she’s about to protest and that’s when, his expression completely changes and he asks her to kiss him first. 

jaw quite literally dropping, emi has to blink to make sure she wasn’t dreaming this whole scenario. he steps between her legs, and emi has calm her pounding heart. suddenly, her confidence has jumped out the window. with one swift motion, his rough and calloused hands find her hips and she’s putty in his hands. “ you’re not kidding me are you? if you are, this is probably the worst joke ever, and i am miss joke, ” she reminds him, poking him in the chest to prover her point. but she also did not want to get too ahead of herself. 

but, it’s the warmth in his eyes and the way his gaze travels across her body that tells emi all she needs to know, “ oh my god, pinch me. ” and with that, an orange gloved a hand wraps around the back of shota’s neck and she pulls him into kiss that’s probably not as good as it should be, because she’s so excited and still isn’t quite sure this is real life. 

but it doesn’t take emi long after the first kiss to lose herself in the second. her legs lock around his and the hand on his neck finds it’s way into his hair, the other sliding up his chest so she can capture his mouth with her own again. after a few more lost kisses, emi pulls back for air, and leans her forehead against his own, licking her lips with a hesitant laugh, “ fuck sho, why’d ya make me wait so long? i’ve only been waiting my whole life to kiss you, no big deal.. ”

#m: emi fukukado #the smile hero! miss joke! / emi fukukado. #handpickedriot #i bet no one else gets you like me. / shota. ♡ ( handpickedriot. ) #<3333

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@handpickedriot​​ said:     ‘ ASLEEP. ’ - shōta sits with emi while she rests. / ways to react to an injury. 

it’s not like she was in central hospital. after a pretty gruesome fight with a villain, emi was recovering in her neck of the woods, in a small hospital near ketsubutsu. surely through the commission and talks amongst pros, her condition probably had been released to the media. 

even for pros, you can’t walk away from every battle unscathed. in emi’s case she’d suffered severe head trauma. she’d hit her head hard when she cracked it against the current villain behind bars in an attempt to finally put the whole scene to rest. her arms and hands had been in bad enough shape that she feared further strain and damage to them, so, hardheaded in the literal term-- she used her noggin to solve this problem, but knocked herself out in the process. 

with a killer headache and concussion, emi had been in this small hospital for a few days now. she’d persisted in leaving, or at least protested to be moved to her apartment, but when the docs said no, all she could do was frown. that? and catch up on a lot of missed sleep and shitty reality tv. 

when she was in the hospital, she never expected visitors. after all, it wasn’t like she had too many friends. yet, opening emerald eyes, isn’t it to her surprise to find shota sitting beside her. bandaged head, right arm in a cast, and other bandages covering her arms, emi turns her head to catch shota’s gaze: it’s the first time she’s smiled in days. 

“ well, a- aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? ” her voice is soft, and she has to clear it, to even use it. “ come here to check up on lil’ ol’ me? mmm? ” emi tries to laugh, but, coughs instead. “ aren’t i a lucky gal? ”

#m: emi fukukado #the smile hero! miss joke! / emi fukukado. #the gang's all here! / answered ask. #handpickedriot #i bet no one else gets you like me. / shota. ♡ ( handpickedriot. ) #lookie who has a tag awe yeah #askldjbf