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devotion | todoroki shouto

synopsis ↬ shouto will do anything for you to join the todoroki bloodline

warnings ↬ BARELY EDITED, arranged marriage, yandere, implied virginity loss, noncon/dubcon? (consent is implied but not said), cheating? (the reader isn't dating but is talking to someone), manipulation, quirk use, dr*gging (aphrodisiac), the reader has a quirk (dual or half-water half-fire), mention of past child abuse, bribery, bride-price (?), you have an ill parent, slow burn with important details in the buildup, mild bakugou slander, orgasm denial, choking, creampie, let me know if I've forgotten something

pairings ↬ yandere!pro-hero!todoroki shouto x f!reader (she/her pronouns used)

word count ↬ 13.4k

Anxious footsteps pace throughout your family's home for the entirety of the day. Nearly every room had been refurbished and decorated with new exquisite objects; vastly different from the usually peaceful and simplistic setting that you were used to. Expensive paintings and unique ornaments are strung along the walls, refining your home while, in the process, making you feel out of place. Various cleaners were brought to help tidy the house while other drastic measures were taken for one 'special' day. Your mother meticulously scrutinized every detail, checking to make sure each nook and cranny was spotless. It took days of countless trial and error for her to feel a sense of security in the newly renovated home. However, while your mother was satisfied with the results, you strongly hated them.

The home you first entered as a newborn and took your first steps into adulthood had been uplifted and changed before your eyes. Of course, your mother wouldn't listen to any of your whining or complaints. Always shutting down your questions or ignoring you when you try to inquire about her strange decisions. By now, you were used to her being dismissive about each of her design choices. When she asked you to assist her in the final preparations, you weren't fazed by her skittish demeanor; she'd been acting like this since the beginning. The whole day was spent cooking and finalizing the decor of your home until your mother could breathe a sigh of relief.

When asking your mother why the preparations were so intricate and time-consuming, as she sliced some vegetables for a stew, she replied:

"The Todoroki Family will be coming over tonight for dinner." She explained her desire to make your home welcoming for them. It had been some years since you had seen the entire family together, specifically the patriarch, Todoroki Enji.

Natsuo and Fuyumi became familiar faces in your family home over the past few months. It was a kind gesture; they would always make sure to stop over and greet your parents after making a brief stop in your town. The eldest brother, Touya, would write you letters despite being detained in Tartarus. After all these years, you had forgotten his face. It wasn't until you saw his arrest on the news a few years ago that you realized how deeply you missed him. Seeing his reappearance made you emotional but after receiving some of his handwritten letters, you felt more at ease although haunted by his actions. Finally, he paid the unfortunate price for his villainous crimes.

The only member of their family you were excited to see was Shoto.

Years have passed since he graduated from U.A. High School and was now working as a pro-hero and sidekick for his father, Endeavor. Patrolling and training seemed to take a toll on his ability to see you. Being an understanding best friend, you decided not to bother him about his busy schedule since it was something he did not have control over. The time he couldn't spend in person was made up with your late-night calls that would continue until the early hours of the morning. Often, you would fall asleep while still on the phone with him and the dulcet sounds of your snoring lulled his tired body to sleep.

He always gave you updates about every detail of his life. From the villains he captured, to some shenanigans with his buddies from high school. Rei, his mother, seemed to adore you the most out of all the family members — besides Shoto, of course. On one of the last moments you spent with him, he invited you to visit his mother at her new apartment after being released from the hospital. Upon seeing you, her whole face brightened as she beamed a smile and embraced you in her arms. Pinching your cheeks and commenting about how much you've grown since she'd last seen you, Rei was ecstatic. It had been many years since you witnessed her smile, and your heart warmed at the loving woman.

Lately, Rei has been scheduling friendly dates with you in an attempt to get to know you better. You felt a bit guilty for not contacting her while she was hospitalized, but she didn't seem to mind. She would always drop subtle hints about Shoto's affections for you; how his eyes would light up whenever she mentioned your name, how he loves to boast about you to others, or when he becomes saddened when thinking about the little time you two have spent together. To anyone, it seemed like she wanted you two to eventually date but you always brushed it off. Thinking it was her being overly friendly or sharing some light banter, you quickly ignored her ideas. The son of the number one hero could have anyone he wanted, why would he settle for you?

After finishing the preparations, your mother waited patiently by the front door. Occasionally checking her wristwatch while fidgeting anxiously, sometimes pacing back and forth throughout the room. There were only a couple minutes left before the time was nine o'clock. As you watched her, you decided to ask her how she was feeling.

"Is everything alright, Mom?" You asked as you sat only a few feet away from her in a nearby chair.

"Yes. I'm just happy to see an old friend again." Yet, as you examined her demeanor, it was quite clear that she was not 'happy'. In fact, she seemed to emit a sense of dread with her strained facial expression. You decided it was best not to question her too much. After wiping her sweaty palms and checking her watch, she ushers you to stand next to her by the door.

Soon, the ringing doorbell brings you out of your thoughts. Your mother exhales a tense sigh before unlocking the door. Your parents' former employer and close friend Endeavor, along with three of his children, greet your mother. She shyly bows and welcomes the family before stepping back to allow them inside. You can't hear some of the words exchanged between her and Enji, a bubbling excitement of seeing Shoto overpowers your senses. You courtly bow to their father who only responds with a few words of acknowledgment. He's dressed surprisingly formal for a friendly meeting, donning a navy blue suit and tie.

Looking back at the preparations, this had to be more than a light-hearted reunion of old friends. As you moved toward his children, your mother announces something to their father.

"Enji, I'd like to discuss something in a separate room." Your mother says, again fidgeting with her sweaty palms.

"Of course." Leading Enji to another room, your mother soon disappears and leaves you with the task of interacting with the siblings.

You try to give Natsuo and Fuyumi casual hugs after they've removed their coats and shoes. Fuyumi peppers your cheeks with sisterly kisses before handing you to Natsuo who eagerly wraps his arms around you and engulfs you in a strong hug. Lifting you off the ground and spinning before placing you on your feet. They soon maneuver to your living room, since they've both practically memorized the layout of your home; knowing the routine of your family like clockwork.

Next, you move to Shoto, failing to see his twitching brows and deadpan expression as he watches his overly affectionate siblings. You give him a big embrace which he eagerly returns. He chuckles to himself as you have to stand on the tips of your toes to hold him properly; he's grown so much since your last visit. "I've missed you so much..." you whisper into his chest. Pulling you tighter and nuzzling his face into the crook of your shoulder, he could feel his warm heart swell with happiness once having you in his arms again — he's missed your hugs.

He pats your head before letting his hand trail down your lower back, "I've missed you too." After whispering in your ear, he pulls you away, wanting to get a look of your beauty after all these years.

Shoto has been your best friend since you two were children. Always training together and even attending the same school for a brief period of time; you two were inseparable. Shortly after Enji became a hero, your parents began working under his agency. In fact, it was his father who proposed the idea of having you two practice with each other, to which your parents happily agreed. Although you're grateful for Enji's suggestion, the pain he caused Shoto was something you could never forgive him.

Vivid memories replay of Shoto being forced to endure brutal training until his poor body couldn't handle the pain anymore. He soon collapsed on the ground, vomiting up whatever bile was left in his stomach. Enji couldn't spare an ounce of compassion for the son he forcibly groomed into a hero, he left the room as if nothing happened. You rushed towards Shoto, cradling the boy in your arms and trying to keep him from going unconscious until aid arrived. Shoto doesn't remember too much from that day, only waking up in your arms after you nursed him back to health; the angel who saved him, what he thinks of you.

Making his cursed life tolerable with your presence. Your existence brought him peace of mind from that day forward. Drunk on a strange blossoming feeling that made his heart ache whenever you were gone. The years had been cruel to him and the sound of your voice could only do so much. Shoto has been thinking about this day, picturing it in his head before he dozes off to sleep.

Your father, one of the first of many sidekicks under his agency, had a fire quirk. One that easily surpassed Endeavor and could compete with Touya's. While your mother had a strong water quirk, although she was not a pro-hero under his agency and instead dealt with the paperwork. After they married, you weren't aware of this, but Enji was strongly encouraged to find someone with a similar quirk to your mother. Inevitably, he settled with Rei, ice that could compliment his fire.

Perhaps it was a competition to him, your father could've exceeded Enji. Having an ice quirk was no match for a water quirk. He must've known that his place as the number two hero could've been taken by your father — or anyone for that matter — and needed to have strong offspring to compete. Although he was overly excited with Shoto's quirk, once learning that you also had a very similar dual quirk, his joy soon dissipated; half-fire and half-water. Enji needed his legacy to live on and he could sense imminent failure for Shoto. Training together allowed him to observe you and mold his son to defeat you in the future, he thought.

Enji's dominant ways became a nuisance and within a few years of training with Shoto, you decided to abandon your hopes of becoming a hero. If it meant witnessing never-ending abuse and torment, you did not want to call yourself a hero. Although you were young, you were aware that no person could think of themselves as a 'hero' while inflicting pain on their family. You couldn't associate yourself with such a bad influence. That was something Shoto admired about you; never tolerating his father and uplifting him when he was weak.

You knew that Enji was trying to rekindle things with his broken family. Yet seeing the two of them act content with each other was shocking to you. Especially after hearing Shoto continuously demean his father on the phone, even on the night before this meeting.

"How is your father doing?" He asks once his arms are completely off of your body.

"Oh, he's been well. His health is improving, he's doing a lot better than before." Although you tried not to show your emotions, it was quite painful for you to talk about your father.

One year ago, your father was left bedridden after a fight with a villain. Ultimately leaving him unable to move and with some injuries that weakened his ability to use his quirk, forcing him into early retirement. Your mother quit her job as a secretary for Enji, claiming that she needed to spend more time at home with your father and take care of him. While you dealt with college, you weren’t able to dedicate time to help him.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to see you often since your father became ill.” Shoto apologizes while hanging his head low in pitiful shame. “I promise I’ll make it up in the future.” You gently caress his arm to reassure him.

“Don’t worry about that too much. Let’s focus on tonight, okay?”

“I suppose…"

Reaching for his hand, you usher him to your living room where Natsuo and Fuyumi have already made themselves comfortable. Walking in the stiff clothes your mother forced you to wear is proven to be quite difficult. The white garment flows past your thighs and stops at your ankles. You nearly trip in the tight shoes, making Shoto reach out and hold you before you embarrassingly fall. Although you've grown accustomed to joining your parents in certain arrangements, you've never worn clothing like this before as they are usually reserved for more special occasions. Pins and accessories poke your scalp uncomfortably. Your hairstyle makes you nauseous; an old-fashioned style that no one your age is still wearing. Of course, you weren't allowed to complain.

After meeting his siblings in the living room, you sit on the end of the sofa with them. Shoto eyes Natsuo, who is relaxing in a seat dangerously close and adjacent to you. His older brother seems to read his scowl perfectly, moving away to allow Shoto to forcibly sit next to you. Time seems to flow fast as the four of you chat about nonsense and random memories. During the whole conversation, Shoto's firm hand mysteriously finds its way to your lower back again — wrapping tighter once he felt Natsuo coming too close.

Before you could question him, your mother appears with Enji. Puffy, bloodshot eyes and a wet face ruin her perfectly done makeup. As you are about to inquire about her appearance, she begins to speak.

"Sorry for the delay. We've prepared some food for you all to enjoy, follow me." She turns towards the direction of the dining room with Enji trailing behind her. The siblings all raise to their feet and soon accompany your mother to the room.

"May I hold your hand?" Shoto, who is still close to you, inquires while peering down at you with a sharp gaze.

"Sure," Nodding before intertwining your figures with Shoto, you watch as he smirks brightly. Soon stepping in front of you and leading you towards the rest of the group.

The large dining room table is covered with different Japanese dishes, most you've never seen your mother make before. You could recall helping her cook some of them and the endless hours it took before you completed everything. While the family took their seat, with Enji sitting in your father's position at the head of the table, you try to choose a seat next to Fuyumi. Until Shoto courteously pulls out a chair beside him and stares at you with full expectation. Not wanting to deny his chivalrous acts, you thank him and sit.

During dinner, his older siblings gleefully engaged in another conversation about old times. Reminiscing over every detail and their plans for the future. Natsuo landed a job as a nurse practitioner only a few weeks ago while Fuyumi shared stories about her students. Enji and your mother were quiet, only interjecting when necessary. Your mother's plate seemed to stay full as time passed, only picking at the food. This was unlike her usual behavior at dinnertime. Shoto was the same, except happily eating and staying content with your presence beside him. Only a couple times would he speak, and his replies were short. You weren't fazed much, he was the type to only speak when spoken to or if he had a lingering thought in his head.

Before your time comes to an end, your mother excuses herself and travels to the kitchen. Lost in laughter, you and Fuyumi giggle as Natsuo recounts a particularly embarrassing moment from Shoto's childhood; you eagerly listened to the story as it was a rare moment that all the siblings spent time together. Only after you begin to relax do you notice a frown spread across Shoto's lips. You were dismissive. It was only playful teasing between brothers, right?

"I'm sorry for being busy." Shoto suddenly says after he's finished his last bite of food.

"It's fine, you don't have to keep apologizing. Look at the bright side, we're making memories now. We can always make more in the future." The future, he thinks. The only future he can think of is the one that always replays in his lovestruck mind. Smiling to himself, you assume he's already beginning to feel better.

Your mother emerges from the kitchen, placing a large plate of cold soba noodles in the center of the table — right in front of Shoto. Despite being full, he eagerly tries the noodles while the rest of his family waits for him to taste them first. After all, how could he reject his favorite dish? You helped your mother prepare the noodles after Fuyumi insisted on teaching you Shoto's favorite dish. She claimed it would be a nice welcome present for him after he was away for so long.

With every bite, his face lights up the more he consumes it. Soon, his siblings gladly take bites of the noodles as well while Enji and your mother watch.

"What do you think, Shoto? (Y/N) made it all by herself." Your mother announces loud enough to catch his attention and makes sure to enunciate her last sentence.

"W- Well, I was only following Fuyumi's instructions. She deserves all the credit." Trying to act humble didn't seem to work on his persistent sister. You could notice your mother making a face at your words.

"Nonsense!" Fuyumi chirps, catching you off-guard. "You're such a wonderful cook and Shoto loves it too. Right, Shoto?" Her head turns to her younger brother who has finished his plate of your noodles already.

"I do. You did a great job, (Y/N)." He nods along with his sister before softly grinning at you. "It tastes perfect,"

"See? He loves it! You made it the way he likes. Just for Shoto..." Behind her glasses, you could see her eyes darken as she finished speaking. Only for her to innocently smile at you before tasting your noodles and exclaiming more praises. "It's so delicious. Try some more, Natsuo!"

"O- Oh... Thank you, Fuyumi," You turn your head towards her younger brother. "And Shoto..."

As the two siblings initiate a conversation with your mother and Enji, you could notice Shoto begin to shift toward you. He reaches for your chopsticks before collecting some of the noodles between them. He calls your name and raises the food to your lips. As you take a bite, you smile up at Shoto who returns your gesture while watching you eat. Once you've finished chewing, he takes a napkin and dabs the corners of your mouth while gazing down lovingly.

The longer your night continued, the more heads grew tired. After dinner ended, Natsuo helped your mother clean and tidy the kitchen while Enji excused himself. Fuyumi followed him to the front door and urged Shoto to come with her; although, he seemed more agitated that he wouldn't have any alone time with you. The time is nearly eleven o'clock, and soon you start to wonder when they would return home. Enji announces that he is leaving for the night after his chauffeur hands Fuyumi, Shoto, and Natsuo small suitcases bags.

As the siblings talk, you grow more and more confused. They didn't seem too bothered by the ticking clock and stayed still as if they had no intention of leaving. Shoto's hand moves from your palm to your lower back; you've grown accustomed to his touchy gesture and you decide to ignore it.

"U- Um... Is your father coming back to take you guys home?" You ask but all the siblings, besides Shoto, stare up at you in a confused manner.

"No, we're staying over tonight. Didn't your mother tell you? It was her idea, she kept insisting." Before Natsuo could reveal too much, Shoto interrupts him.

"Natsuo, you-" He glares up at his older brother while you feel his fingers clench around your skin. The clicking of your mother's heels makes him pause his sentence.

"My apologies for the wait. The rooms are ready, right this way." Your mother motions for them to come with her. As she walks up the staircase, she begins to speak again. "There are two extra rooms. Fuyumi, you will take (Y/N)'s room for the night. Natsuo and Shoto can have the other two rooms."

You tried to fathom her directions, but they didn't make any sense. If there are two extra rooms, why would Fuyumi need yours? Couldn't Natsuo and Shoto share while Fuyumi has the other? Perhaps the brothers want their own space, you didn't mind being with Fuyumi anyways. But as your mother reaches the top of the staircase and opens the door to your room, you realize that you are mistaken.

Although your room maintains the same orientation, all of your personal items are missing. The essential products that you use almost every day are nowhere to be found. Most of your decorations have been removed, leaving the walls bare and empty. Any of your medication, skincare, and some other sentimental belongings are gone. Either changed or disappeared. but they were here when you woke up this morning. Almost as if your room was ransacked while you were busy.

Before you could ask, your mother leads Fuyumi into the room. She sets down her suitcase on the ground before making herself comfortable on your bed. Soon, your mother closes your bedroom door before taking Natsuo to his simple guest room next door. The older brother thanks your mother and locks his door as well.

She ushers Shoto to another spare guest room next to Natsuo. When opening the door to Shoto's room, you notice one unmistakable detail — there's only one bed. Logically, this meant you had to share a room with Fuyumi, right? Your mother wouldn't dare allow you to sleep in one bed with any of the brothers... right?

The room is decorated with a few potted plants, dim lamps, and a small desk area. You're reminded of his dorm room when he attended U.A a few years ago. Except, his futon is replaced with a king-size canopy bed. White and gold sheets cover the mattress while a see-through curtain drapes over the frames. Fluffy silk pillows entice your heavy eyelids.

"Shoto, this will be your room. Wait here and get comfortable, alright?" Shoto seems pleased with the scenery. He nods at your mother before entering and closing the door.

Turning away from your mother, you walk towards your room — or Fuyumi's room.

"Where do you think you're going?" Snapping your head around, you see your mother clenching her fists with an unreadable facial expression, but you could tell that she is angry.

"I'm sharing a room with Fuyumi... aren't I?"

"No." Harshly grabbing your wrists, she leads you to your walk-in wardrobe before shutting the door. You're too dazed to process everything, barely noticing where she has taken you until it's too late.

So, you're not sharing a room with Fuyumi. There was no way you were sharing one with Natsuo or Shoto. Perhaps you would sleep on the couch? Or in your parents' room? Although your father always hated letting you see him in such a weakened state. She forcibly removes your clothing and shoes off of your body and hastily throws them in a pile of clothes that covers the whole room. Your mother isn't usually this disorganized, and her disheveled state warns you that something is wrong. The pestering feeling that you've tried to ignore can no longer remain quiet.

"Where will I be sleeping?" You meekly ask as she finally finds the piece of clothing that she has spent the whole time searching for.

"In Shoto's room." She holds up a long cream-colored, sheer négligée to your body and imagines how the clothing would fit before slipping the thin fabric over your head.

As you stare in the mirror, you can't help but gasp. Thanks to your brassier and panties, most of your 'sensitive' areas are covered but your arms and legs are exposed to the unusually cold air. A state of panic ran through your veins. You were expected to sleep in Shoto's room wearing this. A room with only one bed. The worst possible outcomes began to fill your head, it sounded sick and nonsensical. Although he was your dear friend, you knew that your mother would never agree to do something like this.

"Isn't this a bit too revealing to wear around him?" You were met with an unwavering silence that caused your heart to beat faster in your chest. "Mom... you've been acting strange all day. Please just talk to me. This- This doesn't make any sense... Why are you doing this?"

"Why can't you just cooperate for once and stop asking questions?" A scowl forms across her face, slowly getting annoyed. Your lips press together, you want to trust your mother... but you can't.

As you scan her face through the mirror, you realize that she is hiding more than anger behind her emotions. Tears swell in your eyelids but you aren't sure why. Her actions couldn't soothe your never-ending anxiety. She begins working on your hair, removing the pins stuck between your strands before giving you a simplistic style. After finishing, she lightly sprays some sweet-smelling luxury perfume. Your mother seems nearly done with her odd preparations, you unclench your jaw and start to speak.

"I know you're stressed about something, you can tell me. You're not acting like yourself..." You begin to think she will ignore you again when she checks your attire once more. Until she responds.

"I'm fine. We will be fine. Go spend the night with Shoto, please... Just one night." A brief glance at her and she seems to be pleading with you as you hear the strange tone of her voice. "I will talk to you in the morning."

After looking over your clothes one last time, she forces you out of your underwear and into a lace fabric that leaves you even more anxious. Brewing with embarrassment, you realized that your mother wouldn't offer any comforting words to soothe you. Instead, she checks her wristwatch before furrowing her brows and releases a stressed sigh.

"It's time. Now, go to Shoto's room. Don't run off." She turns her back away from you before motioning you towards the exit. You grab a velvety thick robe and throw it over your shoulders before she could see and leave.

Her hands clasp over her mouth as she holds back pained cries. However, she couldn't stop tears from cascading down her cheeks. Praying to whichever God could hear her for forgiveness. Your mother is deeply sorry, she didn't want this to happen. She hopes you'll be more understanding and forgive her in the morning.

As your feet touch the mahogany flooring, you can’t stop the impending feeling of doom that courses through your veins. Sighing heavily, you contemplate dashing to your room to share it with Fuyumi despite your mother’s warning. Yet, you couldn’t dismiss the idea of his sister knowing why your mother seemed tense. The look Fuyumi gives you during dinner replays in your mind. Perhaps the whole family knew and you were the only one left in the dark. Your hand lingers on the doorknob of Shoto’s room, and you quickly suppress the idea of running away.

Unlocking the door, you tiptoe into the bedroom quietly. At first, you don’t notice him — the bed seemed tidy as if it hadn’t been touched. Gazing around the space, you see Shoto sitting at the small desk while scrolling through his phone. He stops and watches your frame enter the door, eyes widening once he takes in the sight of your attire. His clothes are changed now, a loose white t-shirt and long navy pajama pants.

“Please don’t stare… It’s a bit embarrassing,” Once you finally enter the room, you wrap the robe tighter around your clothes.

“Sorry, my apologies.” Shyly looking elsewhere, he refocuses on his phone again.

You quickly move to the end of the canopy bed, drawing back the sheer curtains before sitting on the plush sheets. Shoto is barely visible through the drapes but his phone light illuminates brightly in the dimly lit room. You were thankful for the fleece robe covering your shoulders and arms, the harsh cold air made goosebumps arise on your skin.

"So... How will we sleep?" Breaking the silence in the room, you ask him after a few minutes pass. Shoto shifts in his chair and the white light from his phone suddenly disappears but is replaced by a lamp.

"Are you nervous about sleeping in the same bed? We've been friends for so long, it won't be a problem for me." He says, you can see his head turn towards you through the curtain.

Normally, you wouldn't care too much about staying in the same room together. He was right, you two were close friends. Yet, as you glance down at your clothing and remember the words of your mother, the tension of the meeting is hard to dismiss.

"I guess I don't mind either but I still feel weird about it," Pausing for a few brief seconds, you release a sigh before continuing. "My mother has been acting strange today. Well, not just today... for the past week." As you speak, Shoto rises from the desk. He moves the curtain out of his path before sitting next to you on the bed. You don't notice his movements until a sharp coldness reaches your skin. "I just feel a bit uneasy, sorry..."

"Don't be," His fingers softly caress your arm, an act you always did to comfort him. "She's probably stressed about seeing my father again."

"I hope..." Your mother did mention being 'happy' about The Todoroki Family visiting. You want to believe his reassurance, but your gut feeling tells you otherwise.

The night seems to fly fast as the two of you talk for a while. Shoto seems more eager to initiate a conversation without worrying about the stress of his nosy siblings. He shares some details about his life after graduating from U.A., most of which you already knew. Immediately after becoming a Pro-Hero, he joined his father's agency and accompanies him on patrol. Most of his free time is spent resting at home during the night, usually when you two would call. On the days he didn't have any work, he would typically visit his mother with Fuyumi and Natsuo.

Various topics are brought up and soon the clock reaches midnight. Shoto seems to have some energy in him, and you decide to continue despite your drowsy eyes. He mentions that he's been feeling lonely because of the mountain of work that has been pushed upon him. Your smile and promises to share your time with him are meaningless to him. He knows, one way or another, you will live up to your words.

"Don't you have someone special in your life?" Your ears perk up as you await his response to the question. Shoto's eyes trail off in the distance as he searches for an answer.

"I do..." He mumbles quietly, initially thinking that you haven't heard him until you happily congratulate him.

"Really? Who is it? Is it someone I know?" Throwing questions at him only made Shoto's smile widen across his lips.

"Don't worry. I'll tell you in the morning," Before you could protest, he speaks again. "And you?"

"Oh... I'm not in a relationship right now." Feeling his heart skip a beat at your response, a weight lifts off of his shoulders... briefly. "But, there is someone that I'm talking to." His amiable demeanor seems to shift as he listens, eyes piercing your frame. "What's wrong..?"

"Nothing... Who is it?"

"You know him, it's Bakugou." Of course Shoto knows who he is. They were once classmates and soon began working at his father's agency together.

"I do, we work together on occasion." His fingers nervously tap against his thigh, trying to release whatever pent-up stress is building in his system. "How long have you been talking to him?"

"Only for a couple weeks. He works at Endeavor's agency, right?" Shoto gives you a small nod to answer your question. "Actually, the first time I met him, I stopped by Musutafu to look for you but he said you were on patrol with your father. We talked for a bit... and got to know each other." A warm heat spread across your face as you felt the temperature of the room begin to rise.

"I see..." Shoto uttered yet a sharp pain in his chest made it difficult for him to speak. He made sure to ask your mother beforehand if you had any other suitors, to which she strongly denied. "Have you two..?

"Have we..?" He peers up at you, hoping that you understood his implication. "Oh, we haven't kissed... or done anything else. I mean I've been too busy with college to be in a relationship." You tried to excuse yourself past the embarrassing situation, but Shoto seemed at ease with your responses.

"I understand. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." He apologizes as you move to rest your back against a pillow on the bed's headboard.

"It's fine. I don't usually visit too often, just when I'm passing through..." You go on to tell him about the small dates you would arrange with Bakugou during his breaks.

Making him and the other sidekicks bento boxes for lunch, on the same days when Shoto was away. Practically boasting about the trinkets and presents he gifts you, saying that he was reminded of you when buying them. On days when he was free, Bakugou would invite you over to his apartment to cook with him and show some new recipes he was currently trying to perfect.

As Shoto listens to you gushing over his coworker, a spark of anger consumes his entire spirit. Neither Bakugou nor any of the sidekicks he was acquaintances with mentioned you; listening to you ramble about the time you spent with them had shocked him. How did you even manage to befriend Bakugou?

Although his poor temper gradually improved over the years, he wasn't the easiest to approach. This wasn't right, it didn't make any sense. Shoto thought he had done everything to keep a watchful eye over you despite being so far away, only for you to be right under his nose. His temperamental 'friend' wasn't worthy of you, he should be the one in Bakugou's place.

The slow approach he decided to take wasn't successful, someone captured your heart — the place he comfortably resided for many years — and he wouldn't allow himself to be dethroned.

A flicker of flames in the dim room makes your rambling end, you watch as Shoto stares off in the room with his head looking away.

"Are you okay..?" You inquire while watching some of the flames nearly burn through his clothing.

"No, I'm not." His fists clench together before releasing as his body seems to relax briefly.

"What's wrong?"

"Bakugou isn't the type of person you should be dating." Suddenly, his gaze shifts to you with a serious, deadpan expression.

"What do you mean? If you're talking about his anger, it's not an issue. He's been really kind to me."

"No, no... That's not what I mean." Shoto inhales sharply and closes his eyes for a brief moment. "I'm telling you this because you are my closest friend and I deeply care about you," You watch him intently and prepare for his response. "But I've seen other girls at the office with him. Some old classmates, a few sidekicks. He's always flirting with them. Trust me, he brings a new girl over every week."

His entire statement is nothing but lies. The gullible expression on your face tells him that you believed his dishonesty. There was no reason for him to make up stories, you thought. Bakugou isn't 'close' to any of the other sidekicks, at least to his knowledge, Shoto has been the only one he considered a friend. His classmates have visited their agency, but only for work-related business.

Bakugou never mentioned seeing someone, never said your name, or showed you off. So when Shoto heard his name leave your lips, he was obviously shocked. He didn't care too much, Bakugou would never be considered his 'friend' or 'colleague' anymore — it was time for him to be disposed of.

"But... But if that's true, why didn't Moe or the others say anything?" Your features changed from a look of disbelief to pain and denial in a matter of seconds. Shoto truly felt bad, he really did. Yet, he knows you'll feel better in the morning. Call him sadistic, but watching your heartbreak turned him on. He would replace your sadness and bring never-ending joy.

"Knowing the type of person my father is, it's inevitable that his employees would be the same." Perhaps that wasn't valid for the other sidekicks, excluding Shoto.

He was truly elated seeing you become more and more distraught. This was his intention; play with your emotions, leave you fragile and ready to accept him. He didn't mind having to exploit the evil of his father knowing that you disliked Enji as much as he did. Your lips and eyes began to droop, forming a visible frown. Maybe because it was your first petty heartbreak, that's why it felt so bad. You always told yourself that you could overcome meaningless relationships, but the smiles you shared with everyone seemed to hurt the most. It was nothing but a facade and a waste of your time.

"I feel like an idiot..." A few teardrops escaped your eyes and trickled past your cheeks. God, why are you such a crybaby?

His warm side of his body pulls you in closer and embraces you in a smoldering hug. Shoto wasn't exceptionally affectionate, but he hated seeing you cry — especially over other people. He tried to hush your soft sniffles, you were quite pathetic to become emotional over Bakugou since you two weren't even dating. Unless there was something else you didn't share.

"It's okay... It's okay. You don't need someone like him. He wouldn't have treated you right." Your head nuzzles in the crock of your shoulder as the heat from his body washes over you.

As you begin to stop, he peels away from you before gently placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. The salty liquid coats his tongue as you melt into his touch, assuming it was only platonic affection. Of course, it wasn't. The feeling of your skin against his lips sparked something inside of him that he had been waiting patiently for so long. Wanting to be bold and explore further, Shoto trails his light pecks down to the tip of your nose and hovers over your lips. Once you feel him trying to steal a kiss, you push yourself away.

"Sorry, you must be overwhelmed." He removes his arms from your sides, watching as you nod and accept his apology.

The room soon quiets down and the air begins to fill with warmth. Yet, you begin to miss the feeling of his body against yours. Shoto lifts himself off of the bed and disappears to the desk he was originally seated in. You can hear the tapping of plates and metal and soon Shoto appears by your side of the bed. Pushing the curtain away, he reveals a tray of light food in his hands.

"What are these for?" You ask, but he only offers a vague answer.

"In case you become hungry or thirsty. I'll sit by the desk to give you some privacy." He places the tray on your lap before moving back to the desk.

"Oh, thank you."

Shoto takes his phone out of his pocket and begins scrolling aimlessly again. You can see the white light through the sheer drapes, and for a brief second, you wonder what Shoto is busy doing. His fingers dance across the screen, frantically texting his father that he wants Bakugou to be fired by the morning. Speaking of the hothead, your mind runs across him once more. It's still hard to believe Shoto since Bakugou seemed so genuine. Alas, you've only known him for a short time and it is hard to trust someone fully.

You'll talk to Bakugou when you wake up.

While you think about what tomorrow has to offer, you start to feel a strange need to drink. The room starts to fill with immense heat; although half of your body can handle it, thanks to your fire quirk, the other half becomes unbearable. When did it get so hot? The robe on your shoulders starts to feel uncomfortable on your now sticky skin. You remove the clothing from your body, not caring that Shoto would see your lingerie if he was close. For now, you need to cool down. If only he was beside you...

Your eyes peer down at the tray: one glass of water, a cluster of grapes, one pomegranate sliced in half, and a whole apple.

Reaching for the glass, you bring it to your lips and sip all of the liquid. The cup gives you relief from the heat; inside are a few jagged ice cubes. Taking one in your mouth, you finally begin to relax again. When you finish, you place the glass on the tray and scan the contents again. A wave of hunger urges you to eat something, anything, on the plate. You choose the pomegranate, plucking some seeds from the inside before eating them.

Unbeknownst to you, Shoto's eyes have been on your frame since the moment he heard your body shift on the mattress. Smiling to himself once he sees you consume the food he's gifted you. He places his phone down on the desk and rises from his chair.

Before you could finish the fruit, you sense Shoto's presence near the bed. You look up but it's too late, an icy cold grip on your wrist halts your movements. As you stare up at him visibly confused and dazed, he says in a low hushed tone:

"You stole from me, so it's only fair if I take something from you."

"Take something from me? What do you mean..?" You ask, yet he only responds by leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours.

This time, his hand restrains your neck and coaxes you closer to his body — making it difficult to reject him. The familiar flavor of pomegranate coats your taste buds as you feel his tongue slip inside your parted lips. His teeth nip at your flesh until it becomes swollen and a strange metallic sensation mixes on your tongue.

You feel the tray moving on your lap until it's placed elsewhere in the room. Your hands instinctively move to his shoulders as if trying to keep a predator at bay. Shoto's arms envelop your torso, further deepening the kiss until he feels your nerves relax under him. Grazing his tongue across your lips, he soon kneels on an open space in the mattress.

Submitting to his touches, your hands soon trail down to his chest until a hard, rhythmic pulsing of his heartbeat throbs in your palm. The overjoyed hero's body became restless as he felt your contact with his skin; he'd been waiting for this moment for as long as he could remember. To share a kiss with you, his first and he hoped yours as well.

Separating his body with yours, his arms untangled from your body as he placed light kisses along the underside of your jaw to your neck. Ignoring the light hums and soft noises you made from his actions, Shoto's fingers clawed at your flimsy sleepwear that would surely tear off if he wasn't careful. His head nestled atop your shoulder, breathing in your scent and silently cursing your mother for dousing you in nauseating perfume.

"Shoto..." You mewled out weakly as his face presses further against your skin.

"Sorry," He mumbles in a quiet whisper. "I just couldn't hold back anymore..." Sitting in an empty space beside you on the bed, Shoto is reluctant to remove you from his hold as if he is afraid you will flee.

His fingernails stab sharply into the fabric of your clothing and nearly scrape into your flesh. Then, his breathing becomes rigged as he murmurs a few incoherent words. It takes a few minutes for you to understand; the words slipping out of his mouth are endless apologies. Before you could inquire about what was wrong — you weren't angry with his overly affectionate demeanor, only confused — he raises his head, now quiet as his lips tremble as he tries to form some words in his head.

"This isn't the way I wanted it to happen, I was hoping to court you first." You feel a burning sensation on your cheeks, as you peer up at him you notice some flames blazing from the red burn on his eye. Shoto faces you now, however his stare is cast down to your hands which he soon intertwines with his own. "But... I was too late. Now, you're thinking about him, not me... Is there something wrong with me?"

"W- What..? No, Shoto, I think you should calm down." His grip on your hands doesn't falter, instead tightening. A hot tingle from one of his hands engulfs yours, so painful that you're sure it will leave a scar if he doesn't move. "Y- You're hurting me..."

Upon seeing the flash of heat on your hand, he flinches away and begs for your forgiveness. He soothes your pain with his ice and pulls away once you're calm.

"Am I not worthy?" As you try to remind him of his value and deny his acts of low confidence, he stays unfazed. "Then, why haven't you noticed? Do you not think of me the same way?"

"Noticed... what?"

"My love for you, but I suppose you've never felt the same way." It would be a lie for you to claim that you haven't experienced a romantic attraction to him... somehow, you've forgotten after the years passed. "It's my fault, I should've been more direct." He brings your wounded hand to his lips before kissing at the marks. "I've always felt this way since you saved me. We were made for each other, don't you see? I've been gone for too long, perhaps you've just forgotten, right? Let's make up for all our lost time..."

Before you could fully comprehend his words, Shoto's hands move to your shoulders and knead into your muscles; soothing your strained body in order to get you to relax. As some time passes, you begin to slip away into his touch as your head becomes heavy and fills with fog. He releases a pleasing hum, thinking to himself that the profession of his undying love finally swayed your heart — that was not the case. The more you calmed, the further his hands would dip into untouched territory on your body as you succumbed to his caresses.

His knees cage either side of your body as he hovers above you, pressing firmly into cushioning. His warm breath tickles the hairs of your neck, sprouting goosebumps throughout your skin. He stops his hands over your chest to feel your rapidly beating heart; the rhythm nearly matches his own. Whatever ounce of cowardice or fear leaves his tainted spirit. Shoto is certain that now is a perfect time; everything he'd ever wanted was coming true, and the option to retreat is gone. Unfortunately, you are forced to comply with the same sentiments.

Swiftly maneuvering his hands to the hem of your nightwear, Shoto easily peels the fabric off of your body. Coaxing you upwards, he lifts the garment over your arms and head before neatly discarding it elsewhere in the room. His palms tenderly squish the flesh covered by your bra while you instinctively hold onto his wrists. His eyes lovingly glimmer with a look of pure adoration; Shoto takes his time, slowly basking in the feeling of your body in his hands. Your hold on him loosens with every timid touch he gives you.

He leans forward, pressing another breathtaking kiss to silence any protests, which are now nonexistent. The thought of pushing him away is buried by the sense of desperation that emits from his hold and his kiss. His fingers travel behind your back and play with your brassier before unclasping it. Hooking his fingers over your lace panties, both undergarments soon disappear to an unknown location in the room. As you lay bare and exposed to the fluctuating temperatures of the room, he raises himself off the mattress and positions himself behind you with your back resting on his chest.

Stroking your plush thighs, he chuckles after he hears you gasp when his hands graze too close to your opening. His thumb circles around your clit as his other hand travels to your bust and fits perfectly around one, caressing your pebbled skin and teasing your bud. Shoto rests his head perfectly on your shoulder until your cheeks are pressing closely together. You can't see him — too focused on the movement of his arms — but he intently watches your body writhe. Your legs threaten to close once you feel him stroke your hood.

"You know... I've never done something like this before," He barely breathes out as his voice makes a chill run down your spine. There's something in the tone of his voice that sounds abnormal. "You're doing so well..."

Your fingers dig sharply into Shoto's hands, leaving indents in his skin as his thumb meets your sex at an agonizingly slow pace. He seemed to take pleasure in it as you could hear the echo of his soft laughter directly in one of your ears when you became too frustrated.

"Sho... Sho- Can you... faster, please?" Your slurred speech and submissive behavior would have been embarrassing if you were in the right state of mind, but alas that was not the case.

"Hmm? You want me to move faster..?" Upon hearing your hum of approval, he deepens his press against your clit. Partially lifting your hood and exposing your swollen nub to the air. Smiling against your skin, he says, "You're so perfect, just for me... mine."

His middle finger ghosts around your folds, and your core trembles practically begging for him to enter and offer some relief. An immense heat erupts from your body despite none of your quirks being in use. Although Shoto's body is warm, it provides you comfort. There's a need for you to be next to him, to touch him. Your fire quirk is not active, but you feel like you're burning. A small glance around the room and you see no flames erupting from his left side. Your hands raise from his wrists and slide up his arms to push your body closer against him.

Teasing your unnaturally wet slick, Shoto thanks himself for slipping an aphrodisiac inside of the water. Parting your folds with his index and ring fingers, he sinks his middle inside your warm walls soon groaning as they clench around him. "so wet for me, only me. never for anyone else..." He wishes he could feel you tightening on his cock. Unfortunately, you haven't noticed it stiffening behind you. His finger nudges upwards into a gummy section of your walls, eagerly exploring inside.

He leaves kisses and small nips across your nape. Harshly sucking and sinking his teeth into your skin that your mother would surely question you about in the morning. His fingers pump in and out of you; the rhythm is erratic before he nestles in a region of your walls that you seem to enjoy. Stretching you out as much as his thick fingers can, he reaches deeper inside with each thrust. As he grazes across a sensitive area, your feet bury into the duvet.

Trying to swallow your moans proved to be pointless, expletives and slurred mewls of pleasure begin to echo through the walls; a symphony to Shoto's ears but a nuisance to the others inside. One of his hands trails to your exposed breasts. He sharply exhales at the flesh in his palm, tugging on your sensitive bud. Your eyes screw shut when Shoto's thumb rolls across your sensitive clit again, drawing your body nearer to a release. His hand soon moves from your chest to your throat.

Squeezing lightly against your veins until you start to feel dizzy, he pulls you even closer to him and whispers, "call me yours" "say you'll never leave me" "tell me you love me" "say it" "just say it... please". Shoto starts chanting more demands in your ear, hoping in your disoriented state you would listen — even if it was just for tonight. However, he can't perform miracles and his use of power could only take him so far. He released his hold as your lungs began to fill with air again. His fingers move to tightly gasp your chin.

"Sho- Shoto... I..." You stutter before pausing at a sudden pool of warmth rushing to your lower tummy. You want to answer him truthfully, but the new sensation of pleasure on your bottom half overtakes you — or maybe that is what you try to convince yourself.

Feeling your walls begin to spasm, Shoto senses that you're close. A pool of your wetness begins to leak into the duvet and stain the sheets. As your core pulses and contracts around his fingers, you grasp onto his arms. You try to urge him deeper, getting lost in the sensation before you feel him pull away. His finger slips out easily and his thumb disconnects from your clit, denying your climax. A wave of pleasure washes over you as you spasm in his arms even more aroused than before, but it soon fades with his fingers gone.

"Why couldn't you answer?" He surprisingly asks as if the hand locked on your throat gave you any chance to replay. "Do you dislike me that much? Am I so repulsive?" You always knew his esteem was low after he was burned, but you assumed he overcame it. When you try to deny his insecurities, your words are unintelligible with your rapid breathing. He looks away before responding, "Nevermind."

Shoto raises your body and moves from behind you. His demeanor seems agitated, but no less determined than before. He was certain that he would walk out of the room knowing that you adored him the same way he did. It wasn't in his plan to go this far, yet the restless feeling in his chest wouldn't dissipate. You rested backward on the bed, unable to support yourself after sitting up for so long. He peels his clothing from his body revealing his well-toned and sculpted frame from years of hard work.

He kneels on the bed again but this time between your legs. He leans forward until he's eye-level with your pussy after straightening your waist. The first time he's seen your body so perfect and on display for him. Internally, he congratulates himself for saving your climax until now; a taste is better instead, he thinks.

His lips attach to your inner thighs as he kisses and leaves blue and purple marks against your skin. The pads of his fingers massage your flesh, occasionally making it tremble weakly in his palms. Every sensation that touches your body makes you crave Shoto more, you're certain that it is purely from arousal and not romantic emotions. It was obvious to you what he wanted by now.

His hot breath tingles your heat, smirking when he sees your slit spasm. Disappearing between your thighs, you feel him do kitten licks on your pearl before flattening his tongue and doing a long lap at your folds. Unable to hold back his pure excitement, he collects your essence on his wet muscle, so eager for a taste. A sting of your wetness and his saliva connect before breaking as he pulls away. Swirling his tongue on your clit, Shoto darts across your bud a few times before savoring whatever oozes out of you.

Noises inside the room are nothing but pure filth, you pray that no one can hear. His head peaks up to see your expression of pure ecstasy and bliss. When you lock eyes with him, you notice his chin and lips stained with a clear mixture of your juices. Tangling your fingers in his hair, your hand nudges him deeper towards his entrance to chase after a release as heat travels down below your tummy.

He focuses on your bud; sucking at the sex and repeating once he feels your fingers tug and scratch his scalp. Another thick finger soon enters again making your walls contract. As your back arches off the bed and your toes curl around themselves, heat emits from your body; expletives and moans leave your throat. You no longer cared about his family hearing, it was surely too late now.

His hands press your hips further into the mattress, trying to keep your shifting body still. Soon, a gush of your release leaks onto his tongue as he eagerly catches every drop; unwinding and finishing on Shoto's face. His lips glisten with clear sticky liquid as he helps you ride out your orgasm. While you pant and steadily lose your grip on his hair, he presses further into your mound and licks your slick clean.

Shoto pulls away from your lower half while you watch as he raises himself proudly. Peering down at you and grinning to himself, obviously happy that he could make you orgasm. He repositions his hips between your legs, easily parting your tired and numb thighs. You haven't caught a good look at his length but when you glimpse down, you see it. It's so pretty. Perfectly trimmed half-white and half-red hair and it seemed well-groomed for the occasion. Of course, this was all a planned meeting.

When he notices you staring, a pink blush spreads across his cheeks and ears. Shoto doesn't think it's much but you believe otherwise. Unsure what to do with your hands, you rest them over your heart until they are near to your face and chin. His tip glides over your opening, prodding over your hole gently and holding your waist as he starts to sink in.

His cock buries deep inside your cunt, swallowing him whole inch by inch. Cries of pain ring in Shoto's ears as his girth stretches you apart. Your eyes clench shut for a second and when they reopen his face is only a few inches away from yours. His hands hook under both of your legs, pushing them close to your chest while whispering something about how it will feel better this way. His eyes are filled with lust, twinkling before colliding his lips with yours. A taste of your essence still remains on his tongue. Trying to soothe your cries, he muffles them with his passionate kisses.

Slowly, he finally bottoms out of your warm region; only pulling away from your lips when you tighten around him. Your eyes close once again as you try to find subtle acts to suppress the pain. Shoto doesn't seem to approve of this, though.

"Darling, couples should look in the eye when they make love to each other..." Icy fingers wrap around your chin and forcefully tilt your chin until he is the only thing in your view. His eyes glisten with pure adoration while yours are unreadable. Perhaps it was the opposite — fear or disdain.

You aren't sure. Shoto, however, convinces himself that you have the same affections. The euphoric state of pleasure he's in from being with you clouds his mind. Couples? You want to question him but his hold on your jaw is tight and unwavering. It locks your mouth in place until you can lightly mumble one word...

"Shoto..."

He shushes you and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck as he fills you completely. A deep sensation of pressure along your walls brings you nothing but discomfort. Soon raising his hips, his cock glides out of your slick-covered core as he thrusts gently. Massaging your walls, as his tip rubs along a sensitive spot a small feeling of pleasure comes — lackluster compared to the girth of his cock. It was much bigger than most you've seen or encountered in your life; you haven't seen it, but you're sure it's one of the few things he's inherited from his father.

As you wince in pain, he says, "i'll try and go easy..." It's clear and audible but spoken behind gritted teeth and nearly slurred like he's holding his composure. You needed to be molded perfectly, fitting in his arms like a lost piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Just for him. Just for the first night, at least.

He starts at a gentle, slow pace. Each thrust brings a gradual and deeper feeling of bliss that diminishes your initial discomfort. The grunts and low moans he makes directly in your ear coaxes you into enjoying. For a moment, you forget about your lack of consent to this. You envelop him so perfectly that it's hard for Shoto to hold back as he begins to hasten and deepen his sloppy thrusts inside your pussy. His arms wrap around your body, bringing you closer to him until your chests are pressing directly on each other.

"Squeezin' me so fuckin' tight, princess..." A tone that sounds nothing like the Shoto you know. But then again, he seems so pussy-drunk, you aren't sure anymore.

As his pace becomes more frantic and desperate to release his own essence, you feel a familiar coil in your heart threaten to loosen. Your nails dig and claw at Shoto's back; you miss seeing his elated expression just out of the corner of your eye. You've finally marked him too and claimed him as yours, he thinks. His hips roll against your spot once more, making you moan and utter, "oh- fuck, sho- m' gonna..!"

"Let it out for me, don't hold back" His eyes never leave your face, waiting and watching patiently. "you wanna cum on my cock, don't you?" "jus' mine, only for me..." "you love my cock, you do...'

Nodding and responding with a muffled and pitched hum, "mm..!" You've succumbed to his wishes tonight.

"Say it, you love me..."

"I... I love you, Shoto." Staring up at you with full expectation, there wasn't any possible way for you to avoid him.

Pleased with your response, he returns with newfound vigor. Hungry lust for more is evident with his energetic thrusts; rutting deep and knocking the steel bedframe into the wall. Trailing his hand down to your clit, he massages the swollen bud until your walls flutter around and a warm gush of clear liquid covers his shaft. Panting into his skin, you suck him deeper into your entrance as Shoto savors the feeling and hopes for more.

He doesn't slow down, not even after you've calmed down from your high. Instead gripping your chin and forcing you to stare at him again. His eyes are now glowing differently than before as an eerie smile creeps across his lips. He's so happy to hear you say the words he's been waiting for since the start of the night. You were right before, this isn't the Shoto you know. The one you trained with, the one you spent your entire childhood with. The glimmer in his eyes soon turns dark and lovestruck as if you're the only being of importance.

"You... love me? You do... You do..." He chants more nonsensical words again but you're unable to pay attention with the overstimulation giving you too much pleasure after your high. "You do... Mine. My other half..." His speech nearly matches the rhythm of his thrusts, frantic and needy. Trying to speak does you no good; he can't hear you over his own voice, anyways.

Repeating his words in a sinister fashion as if he's doing some sort of ritual. His giddy voice sounds as if he's excited that you've reciprocated his love, finally. Shoto bites down on your neck until a metallic taste coats his tongue. Grunting loudly before his muscles seize up and his hot breath tickles your neck with his heavy panting. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he paints your walls white and spills his seed deep inside. He stays resting on top of your chest for a couple minutes to make sure nothing leaks out.

"You're always so good to me, (Y/N)... You've always loved me when no one else has." He says through his exhales. "I was a little rough," Finally, he sees the marks and bites scattered across your skin. "I'm sorry, I got desperate but I'm happy you can listen to me now."

As he pulls out, some cum leaks between your folds. He collects it with his finger and pushes it deep inside your heat. Shoto tries showing his finger covered in white essence to you, "look, this means we're united forever... no matter what happens, we'll always be together, won't we? you won't leave me... right?"

Your lack of response makes him brim with anxiety but when he looks at you, he sees how exhausted you are. Your head is tilted to the side as your eyes threaten to close. Soon, your breathing becomes steady and your hold on his body weakens. Shoto moves off of you until he lays to your side, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck as you drift off to sleep.

"I guess it's wearing off... you'll be asleep for a while." He whispers while clinging to your body. "I wanted to talk about the future, our future. But I'll have to wait until the morning..." The soft sounds of your snoring soon echo through the walls. "Good night, my love."

Chirping birds at the crack of dawn. Orange-purple hues paint the sky's blank canvas. Finally, it's morning. You would've seen each of these scenic treasures if you waked up earlier. Instead, as if you didn't have a care in the world, you slept in. Far past the times you usually wake up when dealing with college. Shifting peacefully under the bed's white duvet, your body easily nestled into the soft cushion. You didn't want to wake up, at least not right now. It wasn't until the morning sunshine bled through the curtains and brightened the entire room, you didn't have a choice now.

Your arms felt around the space next to you only to discover that there was nobody there. As you lift your heavy eyelids, you realize that Shoto was missing; only an imprint of his body remained in the sheets. Trying to move only brought severe pains throughout your body: your arms, legs, neck, head, and in between your thighs. You didn't forget the events of the previous night, how could you? Each mark on your body was a reminder of that.

Sitting up in the bed, you tried looking for your phone but it was nowhere to be found. Did you even bring it with you when you stayed in the room with Shoto? You hadn't used it the entire evening. It was left somewhere in your room, but you had not seen it when your mother brought Fuyumi into your room. Perhaps one of them knew its location. You planned on calling Bakugou to ask him about the other 'girls' Shoto said he was messing with but you soon decide to do it later.

A nearby digital clock atop the dresser presents the time; it is nearly eleven in the morning. It was quite unusual for you to sleep so long since you've been waking up early for college. A head-splitting migraine brings you out of your thoughts, compared to last night you finally feel normal again but with pains in your body. Next to the clock is a note and clothing. You walk to the dress and hold the piece of paper to read it closely:

'Please get dressed with these and meet us in the living room.' Written neatly in Shoto's handwriting.

Under the note is a pair of wide-legged pants and a crisply ironed blouse. You get dressed in the clothes provided, not thinking too much about why they are here. You're only grateful that you don't have to wear flimsy lingerie. Before you leave the room, you check yourself in the mirror. You try desperately to cover or conceal any of the bruises left on your body and tidy up your appearance.

When you finally exit, you see Natsuo leaving his room with his belongings, ready to depart. He looks up and sees you, smiling widely before approaching you in a friendly demeanor.

"Good morning, Natsuo." You say, finally acknowledging him. He responds with the same greeting before continuing.

"We missed you during breakfast." Ah, you were sleeping for that long. "Shoto said you were really tired last night when I asked him."

"Yeah... I guess." You try not to do anything awkward but soon your face heats up as your face makes a guilty expression. "So... How did you sleep last night?" He chuckles to himself and seems to turn red.

"I slept fine, but... You and Shoto... Made a little too much noise." As if your morning couldn't get any more embarrassing. Natsuo's eyes shift to exposed marks on your skin.

"I'm so, so sorry..! I didn't mean- We didn't mean to disturb you..!"

"It's fine, really. You two are newlyweds now and it was your first night together, right? You guys really couldn't wait, huh?" Wait... newlyweds? Maybe you misheard, or it was some old-fashioned way of saying you were dating Shoto. You didn't want to think that, but then again, friends don't do things like that and keep the same platonic feels. "It's getting late, everyone is leaving soon." He checks the time on his phone before lifting his things. "The family is waiting for you downstairs. I can walk you to them if you'd like."

You shyly nod, not wanting to seem rude. As you and Natsuo walk down the staircase, you can hear the chatter of people in the living room. You can recognize your mother's voice amongst the sound. Natsuo reveals that Fuyumi is waiting outside, but he thinks it's best if you meet Shoto first. When you reach the end of the stairs, you see your mother, Enji, and Shoto nearby in the living room.

"I have to get going, but I'll see you soon." He smiles brightly at you and waves before heading for the front door.

Turning your head, you see the three of them sitting on the couch. Various papers cover the large coffee table and Enji writes his signature on one of the papers. Shoto is given the pen from him and begins to sign on another free space, just under his father. Other signatures are written on the page. As you approach, your mother notices you and quickly stands. The two men seem alerted by her sudden movements and halt.

Shoto and his father watch as she pulls you out of the room and down the hall, away from everyone.

"Why is Enji here?" You ask your mother, hoping that she doesn't ignore your questions for once. Of course, you're wrong. But this time she reaches out to clasp your hands tightly. You try to move past her and walk back into the living room; something isn't right. She blocks your view.

"Look at me." When you do, you notice her glossy eyes and trembling hands. Her grip is tight but every few seconds it seems to loosen as her lips quiver in a frown. "I'm sorry, I wish I could've told you sooner... I wanted to but your father didn't think it would be a good idea."

"You... You spoke to him? When?" Your father always hated letting you see him in his ill state. He always avoided you, limiting himself to their bedroom and only leaving when you were away. Your mother takes a deep breath and continues.

"That's not important. From now on, you will be living with Shoto and his family..."

"I- I don't understand. Why am I staying with them? I can't... I want to stay with you and Dad." Then, as if the gears in your mind finally start working, you realize. "Is that the reason why you brought them over? You did all this work to the house just to impress them? And then make me live with them?"

You were partially correct. This wasn't to impress the patriarch or any of his older children. This was for the youngest, who demanded everything to be perfect for this day. He chose this design, it was based on the home he prepared for you two to live in. Perhaps Shoto thought it was kind to let you experience your new life for one night rather than to throw you in blind. Remove all of your sentimental value from this measly home until it was unrecognizable, the only thing to conquer next was your parents. The torture from knowing your home was now a reminder of your absence seemed painful enough.

"Yes, it is. Recently, it's been hard for us to manage his medical bills. Nobody here is working, it was getting harder each day and his condition has been worsening for the past few months." If it was money, you could've found a job somewhere. It wouldn't be much but it would have helped.

"But... What does that have to do with me moving?"

"Please, forgive me. Don't be angry, okay? This isn't punishment." She waits for your hesitant nod and speaks again. "Shoto must've heard about your father's illness from someone close. I'm not sure, I've never told anyone. He offered to convince Enji to help financially. They'll cover the hospital bills and transfer your father to a better doctor. Except, for an exchange, your hand in marriage."

The rest of your mother's words seem to fade out of your ears. No, you didn't want to believe it but it all seemed to make sense. She knew, every passing day you spent in this house. She knew, but she never said anything. Instead choosing to ignore you out of fear you would run. She knew last night and chose to keep her mouth shut. That was why she was a hollow shell during dinner last night and her face contorted in disgust and guilt whenever you were alone. You couldn't find any sympathy for her left; at the end of the day, she probably only saw a price tag attached to you.

"You feel betrayed, I know..." She could sense rage emitting off of your body with your silence. Of course, there was no need for this situation to happen. "But I didn't know what to do. I was lost and confused, I only agreed because I thought it was the best thing for our family. You can understand that, right? They aren't bad people, you get along with them well. It's for the best."

"No, I don't understand." You swiftly pull your hands out of your mother's grasp and take a few steps back from the woman. "You could've spoken to me before deciding, but you chose not to. You've already decided that I'm not a member of this family anymore."

You turn your back towards your mother and begin to walk towards the exit. She tries to frantically call your name but you continue.

"I can find the money and I know Dad still has more left from all of his hero work." Your chest tightens before erupting in severe pain, but you decide to ignore it. "I'm not leaving. I'm not signing any papers. I'm not marrying anyone. I'm going outside for some fresh air. When I get back, I need all of them out of our house."

A freezing, numb sensation travels from your feet up to your calves. Your movements are slow before stopping completely, frozen in place. When you look up, you see him. Speaking of the devil. Coming towards you with an agitated expression, nearly freezing your mother who tries to intervene. You try to melt through the ice using your fire but burn part of your clothes. It's too late, anyways.

When you finally free your legs, he stands right in front of you. Your mother flees to a space nearby, too intimidated to confront him.

"Whether you want to come is not up for debate. Your mother has signed on your behalf." He says harshly, an undeniable chill runs up your spine from his presence. "Our family has connections, you do know that. No one will question the validity of your signature. Don't be difficult."

"How do you expect me not to be when you've paid off my own mother?" You say before trying to leave again, nearly slipping on his ice. His hand wraps around your forearm, he uses all of his strength and almost breaks your bone.

"You said it yourself, this isn't your family anymore." Shoto has waited far too long, he won't give up now. "You still love your father, don't you? Of course, you do. Should your dying father suffer because of your selfishness? Or be saved? It's your decision, but this isn't about you."

You look at your mother who silently pleads for you to follow Shoto. Then your mind trails to Enji who is listening to the whole conversation with his eyes shut tight as he wonders how he raised such a brute of a son. His hold softens, allowing you some freedom but you don't move.

"Shoto, you can't force me..." You want to sound firm in your words but they are uttered weakly. "We can find another way, but not like this..."

"I'm not forcing you. As I said this is your decision but if you know what's best, you'll come with me." Shoto's hand is completely removed from your forearm and extends out in a welcoming manner.

You glance around your childhood home that has been uprooted and transformed from top to bottom. You can't recognize it anymore, but there's no need to. This will be the last day you step foot into this house.

Cautiously, your fingers intertwine with Shoto's hand. His lips slyly curl upwards at your foolish decision. In the distance, you hear your mother breathe a sigh of relief.

"That's it, like an obedient daughter..." He turns around and begins instructing your mother about organizing a ceremony in the upcoming weeks. She eagerly runs off to celebrate the news with your father and other family members.

It was sickening to watch her demeanor switch in the span of a few seconds.

"You know," Shoto speaks again, returning his full attention to you. "I was beginning to think you forgot about what you said to me last night." His thumb massages gently into the back of your hand. "About how you loved me... That wasn't a lie, or was it?"

Not knowing how to respond verbally, you shake your head. Shoto softly whispers, "good, good" and kisses your hand. Truthfully, you weren't being dishonest. It was in the heat of the moment and if you were asked now, you wouldn't know what to say.

"You did make a promise to me, to spend more time together. In the end, it worked out perfectly for us." Another tightening hold on your hand sends a shock of pain through your arm. Briefly looking into his eyes and seeing him spiral, it's not Shoto anymore. "Now, we'll spend an eternity together. Til' death do us part..."

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THE DESPERATE HERO

YANDERE IZUKU MIDORIYA

Warning: May contain triggering content, sexual assault, non-consensual touching, creepy and stalkerish behavior, and yandere content.

Summary: She has been a fickle little friend, and her avoidant nature leads up to a disastrous position, and her best friend is the center of it all. Grown into a man, a focused and determined young man that meets with his distant friend who will avoid him at any cost. What shall occur?

"Hey, I stopped by to see you again, are you home?" three taps on the door and her shoulder flinch up, blood-shoot eyes swift to steady on the voice behind the main entrance, menacingly dark and unwelcoming, "I want to talk to you, please don't ignore me." he pleaded, another series of knocks chimed throughout her space and tensed up the peace. Then, it began. The phone calls.

The device illuminated with life in the clutches of her hand, stiff and unrelenting against the soft metal that buzzed silently, she peered down and without a thought, pressed her finger on the power button and brought the screen into darkness. Lifeless and still.

"You don't even pick up your phone, how am I supposed to talk to you? Please just let's sit down and speak, I'm sorry for what I did the night before." he continued, "I wasn't thinking straight." He had leaned closer to the door, kept his hand on the handle, and tried to listen in to her movements she's sure. "You don't have to isolate yourself, there are people who care about you, please let me help you."

The peacekeeper talk had crawled under her skin, the times he uses it to bring about change that would benefit him, and keep her aware of her every wrongdoing. Her bad habit of pushing people out of her life had become a prominent obstacle in his way, and he had his chances.

She knew she should have kept away from him the moment he held her hand, but best friends always do, so she never said anything about it.

She really should have pulled her hand back when he blushed and flashed her a shy smile, gently combing through his green hair and leaving no space between them. She was wrong in not doing anything.

"I... Know you were avoiding me since the time we held hands, you were cutting me out of your life and I didn't want that! I want to be your friend forever, I want to help you, please let me in." his voice held no motive other than to convince her she was the one who was overreacting. Somehow, his kiss was a friendly gesture, and she'd never believe that the innocent izuku had put his lips on hers, he just didn't seem the most courageous. When it came to her, at least.

"That one time, I called out your name, you almost pretended that you didn't hear me and walked into the bathroom, that was mean of you but I'm not mad, I get it, I'm somewhat clingy, and I'll try my best not to be. So, please open the door."

She would rather risk their friendship than feel the immense discomfort of being observed under his gaze, but confrontation seems impossible once she steps out and into the wide big world, he'd find her during his duty and she would have to sprint back home in a sweaty mess. Barely managing to dodge him all while.

Her eyes locked onto the handle and saw it shift, she knew his patience was cracking and she'd be one to piece them back for the sake of harmony.

He never liked her pushing him out of her life. All too many times, that seemed to be the case for her, and to get him off her back she would get to be the peacekeeper.

"Please let me inside your life. I want to be a part of it, even if a little. I want to be by your side."

The hopelessness in his voice made her reconsider, made her sympathetic for a moment, and provoked her to get onto her feet and move toward the only thing blocking him out. The one thing she's hesitant to unseal.

Resting her hand on the wood, she bends to look into the peak hole. Standing near, he's drawing in breath quicker, and the tears pooled in his eyes made her will weaker and the desire to let him in stronger. But she knows better.

"Please, I can't live without you. Let me in..." he inhaled a choked sob, "I love you... I love you so much, it hurts."

"You know, I think you're cool... Cooler than me, at least." she laughed, chugging down her last portion of vanilla tea, and looked at the astonished man with smiling eyes. His freckled cheeks vaguely appeared red before the fluorescent lights, his mug in his hands held tighter while he gulped.

"Thanks, that means a lot coming from you," he replied, fondly staring at his beverage. Before lifting his gaze back up to see her walk into the kitchen, he kept his glass down and suddenly stood up. Followed in her trail and ended up behind her as she was calmly washing her cup.

Izuku didn't know where he found the intrepidity to finally wrap his arms around her waist and rest his chin in the crook of her neck, something he's been wanting to do forever. She didn't seem all that stunned at first, she kept still and slowly turned around to face him. An unanswered question lingered in her head, her eyes questioning his abrupt change.

"I love you... so much..." he starts, staring into her and steadying his grip, the distance between them was little and he's never felt his heart racing so fast, he forgets what he set out to complete.

"I figured that much." she giggled but it wasn't her usual teasing one, this one had a sad tone, "I knew this was coming and I still wasn't prepared for it." she carried on, "I'm not ready to commit to a relationship, I'm far too avoidant for it. Plus, I'll only hurt you and that's what I've done so far so, I'm sorry to deny your feelings but, I can't do it."

She gently attempts to shake him off, but he doesn't let her and quickly stumbles to give a reason, "No! no, you are not, you've never hurt me and you and I know each other better than anyone else, I want to be a part of your life so please don't push me out after so long. We can try, can't we?" He brings her back close, sealing the gap so much so their nose touches.

"I know you better and no matter how much you try to cut me out, I'll keep coming back for you, I love you that much. I can't imagine being without you."

"No, we both know it's only going to hurt us so let's not get ahead of ourselves and stop, you have a life better worth spending on someone else, you know it, so let me go izuku," she argued and forcibly made her way out of his embrace.

"I want to spend it with you!!" he yells, in a frenzy corners her into a kitchen counter and the electronics fall out of place while the clean cup she had set down drops to the floor and into a handful of chunks. She looks at him and she's taken aback by the strength he used on her, laid down in an awkward position she whimpers and pushes her hand against his chest.

"I don't want to." she hisses, catching the man off-guard as he goes quiet with the realization. Hurt displayed in his leafy green eyes, she knew she hit a nerve.

"You can't cut me out of your life again, I won't let you..." it was sudden and raw, anger twisting his features into a person she's rarely seen, and the kiss had barely registered in her mind while she contemplates the unexpected change in the tides.

His scarred hand lowered down to her hip, while her futile attempts at throwing him off her seemed impossible. Suffocated by the kiss, she squirms in misery feeling his lips press down on hers and his body radiating heat that made it so much more unbearable.

She snakes her hand to claw into his arm but it didn't induce an expected reaction of pain, instead, he moaned, and took it as a sign to continue.

Certain the moment he leans back and disconnects their kiss, she'll scream.

He didn't want that.

Cupping her face, he muffles whatever struggling noise she makes, he sadly stares down at her face and gives her a reassuring smile, his right hand moving down to her warm spot, before slowly feeling her long skirt, and revealing the color of her panties.

"I promise I'll take care of you..." he whispers, snuggling closer to her body heat and caging her underneath him.

He seemed to blush with glee, while he unbuttons her green shirt and fests his eyes on the black bra perfectly fitting her chest, he slightly trembles as he traces his hand against her collarbone. His ear redden, and his stiff muscle loosened.

He chuckles, tears gathered in his eyes while he slopes his head down, "I love you... I love you so much, it almost hurts." he mutters against her skin, then looked up at her. "I want to be someone special to you."

"I just want you..."

The doorbell rings, piercing the stagnant air as izuku quickly drags his attention to the unwanted visitor, his hold on her face grew tight. This was her chance, but her silenced words could only be heard by izuku.

"Pizza delivery." shouted a monotone voice.

"Hello, ma'am?" he repeated four knocks. "I'll leave the pizza by the porch." he finished once no response came from anyone, and soon, she was left alone with him.

But the slight deviation was what she needed.

Grabbing the steel pencil holder, she banged it on his head and used her leg to give him one final shove to get him off her, immediately after making a mad dash to her room and closing the door in time. Not stopping there, she ran to her bathroom and locked herself in for what seemed like a day before he decided to leave.

Not after slamming into the door once or twice.

She remembers coming out of there, scared inside her own house while she checks every room and every hidden place to see if he had truly left, she locked herself in her house and hasn't decided to leave until he showed up again.

If he wanted to, he could burst through the door and get to her. But for however long it takes, she will not let him enter her life again.

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Feathers Falling

Yandere Keigo x Yandere Dabi x Reader

Reader has a wing quirk.

Warnings: drugging, implied kidnapping, wing clipping, control, Yandere themes

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Running, running, running. You’re always running.

You don’t like running, hate it actually, but you have to find somewhere safe from their presence. Keigo and Dabi chase you around the penthouse like a deranged game of cat and mouse. It is absolutely awful. You’re out of breath, huffing and sweating as fear laces each droplet on your forehead. How disgraceful you must look compared to the pro hero and villain who don’t even seem that bothered from running around.

Finally, your body can’t take being chased anymore. You turn to Keigo with your hands out in front of you, trying to keep some distance. You have no idea where Dabi is, and that scares you the most.

“Stop it! I don’t want my wings clipped anymore!”

“You know we have to. It’s the only way I can make sure that you’re staying safe.” Keigo crosses his arms.

He’s not in the mood to be dealing with this but neither are you.

“You said I was perfect as I am. If you truly loved me, then why are you trying to change me? Please, let me have my feathers.”

He grimaces. His jaw clenching. Keigo doesn’t know what to say because on one hand, you do have a point. He loves your entire being. On the other, he’s controlling and protective.

“Let’s not make this any harder than it has to be. Okay?” His feathers rise in a threatening fashion.

Arms snake around your waist. You look down at the patchy forearms. You never hear Dabi come up behind you. Despite his clunky combat boots, he can be really stealthy at times.

“Quit throwing a tantrum, Doll Face. Let chicken wings clip ‘em, and then we’ll do something special after.”

“All you two ever do is try to control me, and I’m sick of it! Why does Keigo get to keep his feathers but I can’t?” You sniffle, trying to hold back passionate tears.

This ruffles Keigo’s scarlet feathers. “It’s not like that, babe. I’m a hero. I have to keep my feathers. If I don’t, people could die.”

“I saved a dog from being run over once,” you say as a pout forms on your face.

Keigo can’t help the small smile that crosses his features. “You sure did, Dove. Come on, we need to get this done. It’s getting late, and you need your bath after.”

“If you don’t cooperate, I could always just rip them out while I hold you down,” you hear Dabi whisper in your ear from behind you.

Your wings start flapping, trying to get him off of you. “No ripping! No ripping!” You’re still a little traumatized after the first few incidents of having your feathers plucked instead of clipped.

Dabi only holds you tighter.

Keigo puts his hands out, trying to calm you. “Chickadee, he didn’t mean it. Okay? We’re not going to rip out your feathers.”

You seem to calm down upon hearing his declaration. “You won’t?”

He nods and shares a look with Dabi. It seems as though they’re silently communicating about something, and you can’t help your rising stress over the situation.

A slight prick lingers on your thigh, and you hiss. Looking down, you watch Dabi remove a syringe.

“It’ll be alright, Doll Face. Since you didn’t want to cooperate, you’re not going to get that reward,” is the last thing you hear from Dabi as you go limp in his arms.

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When you wake up, you’re pissed because your feathers have been clipped. You want to scream, to sob at how unfair they treat you. Impulsively, you get up from the bed and throw a glass of water at the wall. It hurts that you can’t have one thing to control over your body, but at least you have mating season to look forward to.

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lolita-lollipop · 11 months

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could you do a platonic bakudeku taking care of/pampering depressed reader?

SOFT YANDERE AIZAWA X FEM READER

I apologize I read this ask at 4 am with no sleep and saw Aizawa, so I wrote Aizawa. If you want, put in another request and I’ll write the original

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Your health overall had become a stressor in Aizawas life, ever since he had gotten to know you better as a human being, it wasn't that you tried to hurt yourself, but it just seemed to happen. That worried him more often than he would like to admit.

You had come to U.A. as a teacher's aid, or a teacher in training, and were assigned to his classroom. At first, you generally kept your head down, your eyes glued to the floor, not intentionally, but you were a little uncomfortable working with somebody as world-renowned as he was. being somebody who had just graduated high school a year ago, it was strange to be in the same loop as somebody like him.

Aizawa had known that you struggled with your health constantly, both mental and physical. Even upon the first meeting, he saw glimmers of anxiety in your eyes, the picking at your skin, the biting of your nails. All things he'd seen in teens before.

He even experienced it before in his younger years, when he was in high school at UA he went through a lot and had to deal with it all by himself, too fearful of being judged to reach out for help, even from his teachers. It made him feel so connected with you, except he wouldnt give you the option of independence. Even if you hadn't openly stated that you were struggling, he always tried to make your life easier for you, just the little things that always counted.

but, while you were shy, he immediately knew the two of you would be close, you were just so young, so much younger than he was, and he felt such a pull to care for you like he would his students. You were so selfless, so optimistic. Showing up to work with little treats or a coffee for him almost every day (even with your less-than-low teachers-aid salary), being so soft-spoken when giving criticism. He would always see you with a smile on your face, and you were so willing to help anybody at any time. That worried him even more.

It hadn't taken long for you to wriggle yourself into his heart, you worked too well with his student and always were trying to improve. When the two of you became close, he started looking into your background more. Your medical records, your records with the hero association, it was for your good, partially for his curiosity. He didn't want to invade your privacy, but the way you acted was strange to him, you were social and closed off at the same time, and it confused him.

Even so, Aizawa looked forward to your daily interactions throughout the year. The way you made him lunch every day, the way you always looked to him when you had a problem, the way you hovered close to him at teacher's events and meetings. He became used to your presence, even had come to like it.

Imagine his surprise when he saw the countless therapist appointments, medications, and rehabilitation visits written across your medical records. It shocked him honestly, but as he thought about it more it made more sense, tis is why you were the way you were, and he still loved it. That's why he thought you were so likable, it just made him want to protect you more.

Your relationship with him was a little strange, at least to most others. What kind of pro hero just becomes best friends with a quirkless teacher aide like you? He did everything with you, lunch, teaching, and sometimes even on weekends the two of you would hang out. You and Aizawa became very very close very very fast, of course, neither of you minded.

He ended up playing somewhat of a fatherly role to you, helping you when you were hurt, paying for meals when the two of you went out, and caring for you. Eventually, you trusted him enough to reveal the issues you dealt with on the daily.

Your vulnerability with him was cute honestly, the way you were so willing to share your deepest emotions and fears with him.

You told him everything that’s happened, everything that’s caused you to be like this. And he listened, he listened well and hard, and made you feel accepted and loved. Your relationship escalated from there. He was the first person you would call when you needed help, the first person to cry to, to laugh with. eventually, you realized that you loved him. NOT LIKE THAT. But you loved him.

As a child your parents paid no attention to you, from the day you were born they wrote you off as a nuisance, leaving you to fend for yourself from the moment you were able to speak. It made you grow up too fast, having somebody like him was nice for a change.

So when your teacher's aid year ended, and you had to go back to school, you were devastated. That was the first time you had ever cried to Aizawa, and it showed you just how kind he could be. From then on you knew that you would last with him, teacher's aid or not. And so you moved back to your old apartment near your little teaching school, it had taken every ounce of self-control for him to not move with you.

As months passed by he visited often, but slowly, he started to see you change. It was slight at first, just having less energy when you spoke with him, but slowly it ascended into so much more. Your life was all of a sudden so filled with stress, school overloaded your life, and it taxed your health, mental and physical. He watched as your nails slowly became more gnawed down, your skin getting more and more picked at, your eye bags becoming darker and darker. His worry grew with every day that you failed to call him.

Sometimes it would get bad enough that he would force you to accept his help, whether it be money or food or clothing, or even just a place to stay, he would make you accept it, even if you didn't want to. Aizawa just couldn't fathom why you wanted to be so independent, he suggested you move in with him so he could watch over you, but you had denied it quickly, explaining how you "needed to do this on your own".

He found himself feeling responsible for you. You didn't know how to take care of yourself, not in his eyes, it was only natural, you hadn’t grown up with much guidance towards self-care (as you had told him in a moment of vulnerability). So he would help you. It became somewhat of a routine for him to check on your well-being, sending a text at noon every single day just to make sure you're okay. It comforted both of you.

But, as time passed, school and work filled both of your schedules to the brim, and you never had time to travel across town to each other. So you slowly drifted; it started as days without talking to each other, but days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. At some point, he realized that he hadn't even checked in on you for 5 months.

After coming to that realization his worry washed over him once again, cold flowed from his head to his feet. You weren't ready to be alone, oh god what had he done?

He hadn't seen you in months, however, it felt like years, knowing that, he couldn't even imagine how you were feeling. The last time he had seen you, you had been doing well, eating and sleeping healthily, you seemed alright, so he felt okay in leaving you for a long period of time.

He should've kept a closer watch on you when he was away, he should've monitored the bank account he had set up for you, and he should've checked the cameras outside your apartment more. It used to be comforting for him to take a break from his life and check in on you, when did he start forgetting? Was he that bad of a best friend? He needed to see you. now.

And so, after 6 months shouts Aizawa was standing at the entrance to your apartment complex. Staring at the dirt growing thick on the exterior, the windows that had grown foggy and unclear with age.

Walking up the front steps, he observed just how quiet it was, the atmosphere was almost unsettling with how abnormally silent it was., you had refused to let him buy you a nice apartment near the urban areas of the city, so you lived near the rural edge in the older areas. The entire district was old and only growing older, crime rates were spiking, and buildings were slowly breaking down. This particular building was aging with every day. Paint chipping, door handles rusting, the elevator no longer was even in service.

He stared up the long flights of stairs, each step sad and grey and growing rust at the edges, even though they weren't metal. Imagining you have to make the climb to the seventh floor every day, Aizawa sighed. He honestly doesn’t know why you would choose to do this to yourself.

As he began to ascend the steps, he realized just how dingy the place was, the steps were concrete yet they were still able to squeak with every time he put a foot forward. There was a faint smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol in the air, combined with body odor and the smell of mildew, this place was just sad and lonely. Even the lights were going out, flickering and glowing a dirty yellow. The last time he was here the building wasn't in this bad of a condition.

By the time he was able to make it up to your apartment, his pity had grown severely. Why were you living like this? Why would he let you live like this? He felt at fault, one of the top heroes and he couldn't even manage to put his best friend in a nice apartment, even if they didn't want to be there. He wouldnt let you live here anymore, not when it was this bad. With that, he left three firm knocks on the door, the paint was chipping down, revealing old rotting wood.

The sound rang out through the hallway, cutting through the heavy air. When you didn't answer he knocked again, this time louder, and the sound reverberated across the large piece of wood again. He knew your doorbell didn't work, last time the two of you talked you told him allllllllllll about how you'd been trying to get maintenance to fix it, they were refusing. How long ago was that? It should've been fixed by now, he knew it probably wasn't though.

After the second knock, he pulled the spare key from above the doorframe, such an obvious place to hide a key, it was a wonder your home hadn't been broken into yet, even though he told you to move it elsewhere you hadn't. You were stubborn like that sometimes, he couldn't help that he loved it. The door unlocked fairly quickly, after a few harsh shoves to un-jam it, something you also had mentioned last time he talked to you. Something that was still not fixed.

he pushed the door open slowly, and a loud creak rang out. the rough feeling of the doorknob against his fingers was sandy and divoted. The silence in the room was louder than anything else. looking back at the door he saw almost four new locks that weren't there last time he was there.

“Y/n? I figured I should stop by, I was in town.” He yelled through the apartment door, loud enough to inform you of his presence but not loud enough to startle you, he was met with nothing more than the clanking of your air conditioning.

The stench hit him before anything else did, smelling like somebody died and then was resurrected only to die again in here, the scent was strong enough to make him have a double take. Usually, you were very clean, obsessing over the cleanliness of your apartment, even if it was old and rotting. It was strange enough that you hadn't answered the door when he knocked, but now not answering his call? Something was wrong.

“Y/n? Are you here?” he continued, stepping further into the small room with a grimace, it was a mess, not dirty, but cluttered everywhere, like you had stopped caring where things go. This was already a bad sign, last time your apartment looked like you weren't doing very well. Aizawa knew that he should've checked in on you sooner, he was trying to let you have a little space to feel independent, but he shouldn't have.

Hurriedly he rushed to your bedroom to check if you were even here, and what he saw horrified him. Upon opening your door he was hit again with the same smell, this time just a thousand times more concentrated. The sight of your room was just awful, he'd seen some bad things, but it's different when it's you. Clothing was strewn everywhere in large piles, packets of ramen and other instant foods lay discarded beside the bed, and some of the picture frames that were hung on the walls had fallen to the floor. Your room wasn't very large in the first place, so the trash and clothing crowded the space, making the air even denser.

It took him a few moments to realize that you were here, just buried under months of trash. You were hidden under a crevice in your bed, sleeping so heavily it worried him. Immediately he moved to get you out, shoving all the stuff off of you and looping his arm under your waist to hoist you up, you were lighter, frailer. Your breathing was shallow, almost like you were struggling to inhale and exhale a sufficient amount. He cupped your head on his shoulder and hurried out of your bedroom.

He frowned at your state, you hadn't been eating well, even though he made sure you set reminders for yourself every day. Your clothing looked baggy and dirty, your eyes sunken in and glued shut, and your hair. Oh god your hair, he could tell it hadn't been brushed in quite some time, you had it tied back but he could still see the knots starting at your scalp. How had it gotten this bad? More importantly, why hadn't you called him? He was supposed to be there for you, but clearly, he wasn't.

“Y/n, Y/n cmon I need you to wake up sweetheart, please. Open those eyes for me, I know you can do it.” he practically begged, cupping your head with his hand and holding you up to get a better look at you. He shook you gently and watched as you stirred. Groaning in your sleep, your eyes groggily fluttered open, you brought your hand up to rub the sleep haze out of your vision, only to realize you were in the grasp of somebody else. You let out a startled squeak and sent your hands flying out in front of you to push the person off, then you were reminded how exhausted your body was, as even that small motion brought pain bursting through your fingertips.

“Whoah- whoah it's okay- y/n it's me, it's me- I’m not going to hurt you- you're okay-” he stammered out soothing words, and one of his hands immediately went out to grasp your own, holding them still. He wasn't worried about you hurting him, you probably couldn't even if you wanted to, he was worried about you hurting yourself. Upon realizing that it was your best friend, and not an intruder aiming to do horrible things, you relaxed in his arms, finding comfort in physical touch for the first time in months. God you missed this, more than anything.

“Why didn't you tell me you were coming around? I would've cleaned up,” you spoke, your voice hoarse and raspy, almost like you hadn't been using it that often. You met his gaze, and he stared back with this sympathetic look you had grown to know so well, immediately your eyes found the floor, embarrassed. You knew that it meant he was going to lecture you about something, and you could predict the words that would come out of his mouth before he even spoke.

“I figured it would be alright if I came in like I usually did… Y/n we need to talk- are you okay? This-this is bad, worse than last time- I told you to call me if you were feeling like this anymore, I know how you get.” he lectured with that mother hen tone he always had with you, aizawa was always so caring, so soft. Not to anybody other than you, but that's how you knew him. With his words, you found your lip wobbling, and little tears pooling in your eyes. You didn't know how to tell him anything when he was making that face at you, the pity stare, so you buried your head further into his shoulder and spoke.

“I just- I thought you would get mad at me- I was doing so good last time and I just went back and made it all I jus-” You stammered out, tears now streaming down your cheeks and onto his shirt, around halfway through your voice broke into a sob. You knew that he would have to come some time or another but you hadn't expected your emotions to just flow out entirely like this. Little sobs left your mouth to the point that you couldn't keep speaking, he rubbed circles into your lower back, bouncing up and down a little to calm you, or at least try.

“I would never- NEVER. Baby you can't live like this, I can't let you live like this.” He pulled your head from the nook in his shoulder, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“I know. I just- I just didn't know how to fix it- and I didn't want to make you upset so I just let it- Don't be mad- please” You couldn't even control what you were saying anymore, your words just flew out o your mouth faster than you could think of them.

“It's okay- I’m here now. You won't have to worry anymore okay? I'll make it better, I'll help you get through this. You're alright.” He confirmed, all he wanted to do right now was make you feel okay, as you didn't. He wouldnt leave you alone again, he wouldnt dare. You've never scared him like this, it's never been this bad. Hell take of you, he has to now.

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, you crying into his shoulder, and him rubbing your back and holding you close. After a minute or two he set you on the ground, keeping a hand on the small of your back to guide you towards the door. You followed blindly, too caught up in your crying to care about where your feet were taking you. You leaned into him naturally, clutching him close.

The trek down the hallway was slow and painstakingly quiet, by the time you reached the stairs he had you in his arms again. You were barefoot, and the last thing he wanted was for you to nick your foot on anything in the carpet, especially when you were so fragile, so frail. He wouldnt let anything hurt you now, not even the carpet.

You were his responsibility now, fully his responsibility. Seeing how you are right now, how unstable, how fragile, he HAS to protect you, he just can't let you hurt like this. Such a sweet girl in such a large amount of pain, it almost makes him angry. Not at you, at the world for doing this to you.

He will protect you now

He has to

"so- um. Ya like jazz?" you let out a sad giggle through your tears, and he smirked. you weren't used to being so serious with him.

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It took you a very long time to stop your crying, long enough that you had gotten into his car with him, and he began to drive. Where? You had no clue, but you knew he would only mean the best for you. The entire time he was comforting you in the car, when he wasn't sending worried glances he was giving you words of encouragement.

You didn't know what to say anymore, you and Aizawa have been close for quite some time, and naturally as a teacher he cared for you like one of his students, you were close in age, a little bit older than the kids he cared for. He has seen you at your lowest lows… clearly… but you don't think he's ever seen you this bad before, you honestly don't think you've seen yourself this bad before.

All you wanted to do was prove to yourself that you could handle this like an adult, that's why you never called or reached out, you just wanted to feel mature enough to handle your own issues. Without somebody forcing you to handle them.

“I am sorry- I didn't mean to scare you I know it's worse than last time- I can take care of myself I swear, you don't have to do anything” You muttered, bringing your knees up to your chest in the leather seat, usually Aizawa would lecture you if you did this because he always said it was “unsafe”, he didn't say anything this time. Right now you just felt embarrassed, you had just collapsed on him entirely.

“Don't apologize, it isn't your fault. You're gonna be okay, ill make sure.” his words were blunt (as usual, but more comforting than anything else he has ever said to you before, he made it sound more like a promise than a statement. He reached over and placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze before returning to his normal driving. The atmosphere remained comfortably quiet for a few more moments before you decided to speak again.

“so.. . where are we going?” You asked, hoping it was someplace nice, away from all your responsibilities. you weren't opposed to going to his house, but you knew that if you did, you would cave in even more. Meaning your independence would revert to how it was.

“Home. “

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I’m back lol. It’s been a while so I hope this was good, I have felt with some mental instability in the past so o tried to use my knowledge from my own personal expierience here, don’t come for me if it doesn’t fit your own.

Tysm for requesting! I’m so excited to start writing again. Love you all! And have a great day!

Bye!

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eroslove88 · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 4: "Love me in spite, If I betray all lonely nights"

Pairing: Yan. Tamaki x Fem. Reader

Warning: Tentacles, somnopholia, noncon and humping

Note: Hi! So I keep for getting that I'm lactose intolerant and like... It was pretty bad. My fault! Here's day 4. (Sorry if this is shitty).

His apologies fall deaf to your ears, it's always the same lines of, "I'm sorry" or "I'm not trying to hurt you" but it doesn't matter anymore. No matter how innocent and meek his voice may sound. It's all some facade- at least that's what you've figured out anyways...

He's so desperate- and you can tell with every fast movement of his hips. Small whimpers leave his mouth as his tentacles slip underneath your clothing playing with your hard nips and clit.

You're out like a light. It must've been from the drink he brought you that evening. You don't even know why you drank it. It had just been so long since he gave you something to drink that wasn't water.

His lips are quivering and his cock is twitching with anticipation as he watches your squirming body. Your body instinctively grinds against his bulge making him release a shakey mouth, "I-I'm so s-sorry" he apologizes stuttering as butterflies fill his stomach.

He's humping you like there's no tomorrow. Even if you're not moving the bed is creaking and it's bending underneath the weight. He's sweating as he's chasing his high but it just doesn't feel right. There's something missing from this... "intimate action".

If only you were awake, he would have entered your sopping wet hole without a second thought. He knows he's not worthy of becoming a hero but what the commission doesn't know won't hurt them, right?

#tw yandere #tw kidnapping #yandere #bnha yandere #tw noncon #yandere mha #mha yandere #tamaki amajiki #yandere tamaki amajiki x reader #yandere tamaki amajiki #yandere tamaki #yandere Amajiki #kinktober2022 eros 💘.

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quolafish · 11 months

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Place to Stay (Yandere!Shigaraki x Fem!Reader)

Warnings - SMUT to come, gentle? yandere, stalking, blood/wounds & sickness

Part 1 / ? PART 2

Shigaraki climbed up to a random roof. Flopping onto the rough tiles, pain wracked his body and pinned him down.

His clothes were wet, and the smell of iron filled his senses as he forced himself to sit up. He hissed, clutching his hand to his stomach, barely able to look down at his fingers. He saw the blood on them in his peripherals, hot and sticky. The smell of iron filled him, causing bile to rise to his throat and a horrible tension behind his bloodshot eyes.

Lolling his head to the side, he was met with his night-blurred reflection. Moonlight didn’t shine over monsters like him. Not that he really cared nor wanted to see himself bleeding out.

The cool air bit his open wounds. The man was no stranger to pain, but he let out a pitiful cry as the cold sank its teeth into him.

He couldn’t die like this.

Gasping, he tried to lug his broken, bleeding body over to the window. It stung. Each bone, muscle, screamed at him. His limps were lead as he rolled over on his belly. He tasted vomit when the rough asphalt rubbed against his bare wound. He rose on shaky knees, dragging himself across the shingles until his bloody hands stuck to the glass.

Pain hit him like a truck, stealing his balance and causing his pounding head to slam against the glass. He groaned. Bile swirled in his mouth as he spat, whimpering as he peeled his bloody cheek off the glass… only to bang his head against the glass once more.

Somebody…

He started to knock using his head, until his failures sparked a fire in him, a deep hatred for himself and he was too weak to scratch the itch. He started to bange his head against the window. Head-banging. He screwed his eyes shut once he started to see spots.

When he opened them, he was met with another pair of eyes staring back at him. He blinked blearily, before the window opened and he toppled forward.

((Hit with a numbing quirk why the window didn’t decay))

His face was pressed up against something soft and plush. A sent other than iron wafted his feverish sensors. Suddenly the man was a child again, pressed up against his mother, who’d hold him and protect and love him…

…if he hadn’t decayed her…

A tear slipped down his cheek as everything went black.

…

He woke up to the sound of sirens. Everything hurt. He saw a woman, applying pressure to his wounds, several bloody gauzes over eachother as she pressed another one down.

“Help is coming,” she said softly to him. “I called 911. Help is almost here.”

The man nodded slowly. 911..

911.

He choked on a gasp, struggling to get away from her. Her pressure loosened, before applying enough to make his head swirl.

“Hey..! Please, don’t panic, you’re in good hands, okay? Just—!”

“No cops,” he managed, speaking through his teeth.

“You need to go to the hospital—“

“No hospital!” He hissed, voice cracking. She nearly dropped another gauze at his breathless scream.

A loud, sound of sparking blaze erupted, hot light spilling into the open window. The sirens were silenced. Screams filled the air, as the smell of smoke began to replace the blue light.

Hands were placed over his wound. The bloody gnash on his stomach. He made a soundness cry, screwing his eyes tight so hard his face ached.

A warm feeling began to pour into him. His eyes slowly opened, as he watched with a soar neck the bloody flesh began to stich itself back together with a floating, golden thread. It vanished into the air, his skin stained with blood but his wounds no longer bleeding.

The warm feeling was stripped so fast he thought he was naked. Pain flooded him, filled him to the brim until he overflowed. Grimacing, he lurched to his side and threw up.

He flinched at the hand rubbing soothing circles into his back. The warm touch was nothing like the dead, palms and fingers of Father and the rest of his diseased kin. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve, tasting blood. The man was surprised he had the strength. When you touched him, that warm feeling began to course through his blood. Uncanny and strange..

I can’t do anything, he said, starting at his bloody hand prints on the window. He touched glass with all five fingers and it hadn’t decayed. Damn you, Overhaul…

You looked at him. You were trembling nearly as bad as him. He was so sick… your eyes were so gentle…

He asked for a place to stay, when he was a villain and he could just take it… if he had his quirk. The man was feverish, his head pounding and his stomach churning.

You nodded slowly. God, you didn’t look much older but you reminded him of his…

You gently pried his wrists away from his neck. “Don’t scratch, it’ll only make it worse…”

He shut his eyes as he bent over, feeling sick again.

#shigaraki x reader #tomura x reader #yandere shigaraki #yandere tomura #yandere x reader #shigaraki smut #tomura smut #yandere shigaraki x reader #tenko x reader #yandere #shigaraki angst #mha yandere #mha x reader

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envillenx · 1 year

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Hello ppl, I’m back. Hope everybody’s been having a good month.

Alright so I just wanna say a couple things. Imma start making yan series of dif shows or games times to time, I’d focus on one then move on to the next pretty much.

Rn I’m making a Yan MHA series, I’m gonna draw more characters later on but yeah, that’s pretty much it, thx for reading.

#yandere todoroki #yandere shoto todoroki #yandere art #yandere fanart #yandere male #male yandere #yanderecore #yandere mha #mha yandere #yandere bnha #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere Todoroki x reader #yandere shoto x reader

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 11 months

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Yandere! Shota Aizawa Headcannons

100 Followers Event: 25/31

(Warning: Yandere, SFW, NSFW themes, restraints, and kidnapping)

(SFW)

- When Yandere! Aizawa kidnaps you, he ties you up in a comfortable chair but he makes sure that the restraints aren’t too tight or too loose.

- Yandere! Aizawa tries his hardest to keep his cool when you wake up and start calling him a monster, a heartless person, and other awful names.

- Yandere! Aizawa will threaten to kill the people you care about if you keep on disobeying him. He will actually kill them too.

- When you eventually decide to accept him, Yandere! Aizawa will be more gentle and kind to you.

- Yandere! Aizawa will buy you whatever you want as long as you’re happy and with him then he’s happy.

(NSFW)

- Yandere! Aizawa will be a bit more rough in his pace than the normal Aizawa.

- Yandere! Aizawa uses a lot of praising but only in punishments he will use degrading. Unless you ask him to degrade you every time y’all do it.

- Yandere! Aizawa loves to smack and grab your ass when he’s inside you from behind.

- Yandere! Aizawa also loves to leave dark marks all over your body, absolutely nothing goes untouched.

- Yandere! Aizawa makes it a priority to make you feel so good that you’re screaming his name by the end of the night.

Masterlist

#mha yandere #mha x reader #mha headcanons #mha hcs #mha x y/n #mha smut #mha aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa x y/n #aizawa shouta #yandere aizawa #aizawa smut #aizawa headcanons

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mha-platonic-yanderes · 10 months

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you could make a platonic Yandere All for one x reader sibling shigaraki x ,I imagine that the reader ends up escaping and goes abroad ,All for one ends up taking control of japan and decided to invade other countries for his world domination, I imagine that reader ends up being captured and brought to his older brother as a prize

Oh, every child rebels from their father. All For One thought that is would be convenient to let you do this, let you think you've gotten away when in reality, everywhere you went, everyone you met, everything you saw was what he allowed you to go, meet, and see.

And honestly, it was easier this way. No pesky Pro Heroes back home could try to use you against him, not when they would never ever see you. What's one person, thousands of miles away, in a different country to a villain hell-bent on controlling Japan, and then the World?

Well, everything and then some. To him and his son.

Tomura was displeased when he allowed you to leave. He threw a tantrum and used his power with reckless abandon, hoping that if he misbehaved enough, AFO would concede. But AFO has the patience of a man who has lived dozens of lifetimes. And he would not back down to a child's tantrums—neither yours or Tomura's.

But, Japan has fallen, and so have the surrounding countries. The United Nations couldn't stop him and he was bound to have you once again

It was undeniable. Your freedom was coming to an end.

The face of the man who was terrorizing the world en masse was undeniable. It was the father you'd escaped from. Sometimes he was caught alongside Tomura in photographs, sometimes Tomura was without him—either alone or with his band of militants called the League of Villains.

You knew you were safe here for long.

It was a risk staying within Eurasia, but the boat ride to mainland China wasn't expensive and from there you could hitch rides on trains or with sketchy, skeevy drivers.

Anything was better than All For One. Anything was worth your freedom.

And thus, even though you enjoyed the sunsoaked sunsets in India, going further west was imperative, as he was starting to infect the mainland with his ideals.

And he wouldn't stop until he found you. You knew that.

#there was more to this post but i accidentally deleted it and im not going to rewrite it #yandere mha #platonic yandere #yandere bnha #mha platonic yanderes #platonic yandere afo #mha yandere #platonic yandere mha #platonic yandere shigaraki #maybe if someone asks me more about this in particular ill write more but until then!

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hotwings0203 · 6 months

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“Daddy?”

You moan and weakly toss your head to your left as you hear the cellar door open

Tw: noncon, blood, kidnapping, abuse, whipping, the usual shindig

His chuckle reverberates throughout the dark room, and you can’t help but flinch at every footstep coming down the rickety steps. Your head is pounding, your heart seems to be caught in your throat and the dingy light in the cellar keeps swaying amidst the draft.

His figure descending towards you makes you nauseous, but you're not dumb enough to fall for his good-natured demeanor as he descends and approaches towards you.

Full eye-contact, a smile as best as you can manage it, and body turned toward him.

As if the chains wrapping around your body like some fucked-up gift wrapping allowed you any mobility anyways .

"Hi there, princess," he coos at you before squatting in front of your weak and bound form, lifting your chin up at him gently with his thumb and forefinger.

You hum quietly and try to swallow the cotton that seems to invade your mouth at the dark humor in his eyes.

"You miss me?"

Nodding as vigorously as you can, you scrunch your eyebrows together and pout your lips the way you know hope melts him. The healing cuts across your forehead and cheeks sting as the scabs are pulled taut with the way you're manipulating your facial expression, but if that's the price to pay to satiate put off his sick desires, then so be it.

"I-"

You cough and desperately try to wet your lips with your tongue to get rid of the raspy warble, and instead attempt to don a soft, higher pitched voice.

He doesn't like it when you give him the impression he's neglectful.

"I m-missed you daddy. Wanted to have your arms around me and feel you, and, and.."

You trail off hopelessly as you scramble for what else he'd want to hear, but in the time your hesitation settles uneasily in the air, his hand has already reached around behind his back to produce a strange black silk bandana.

"Yeah?" He simpers at your panicked expression seeing the new toy. "Guess you can't have missed me that much if you stopped screaming for me."

Your face falls.

That sick fuck

He slaps your face, hard, and violently rips your thighs apart. You yelp and flinch as he cups underneath your knees and brings them up next to your head.

Your legs shake at the strain of being folded in half after being immobile for so long, and you feel the threat of a severe cramp creeping in your calves. He merely grips your legs tighter and shoves you harder against the wall, practically slamming his hips against your own at the easy access.

He grinds slow and deliberate, almost painfully as your lower half buzzes from the attention. You sob as you strain your head to the side to avoid his leering grin right in your face, hair falling over your eyes as a temporary shield to his sadism.

"Aww, look at you. You that shy? I thought I fucked it out of you the first couple times, but I guess the lack of attention really did wonders for you."

"Daddy, please," What you're begging for, you have no idea, but you know your silence will enrage him further.

As he's done so kindly to remind you about.

His raspy growls continue right in your ear, words hot and fierce as you wince in terror. "What, I leave you down here for two days and you only need me for bathroom breaks? For food? What if I just cut that all off, huh? Would you need me then, you ungrateful fucking brat?"

He seethes and suddenly gnaws your ear.

"No! Nonononono daddy, m-my throat hurt after calling out the first couple of hours, I promise!" You wail as he continues to painfully rut and grind against your sore mound.

"Nah, don't start begging now. Your punishment hasn't even started. This is just warming you up, my pretty girl," he breathes into your open and wet tear-stained mouth as he deftly undoes your wrist shackles. His mouth never leaves yours as he lifts you up tightly against him and carries you to the other side of the red room.

The second he places your unsteady feet on the floor he grabs the ropes swinging lightly overhead and immediately starts tying your chaffed wrists again. Even though you're standing now, you feel as though your position bound now in the middle of the room is even more vulnerable that when you were sitting against the wall.

"I'm sorryyyy," your sobs wrack your body as he lets go of your now-bound wrists. Your balance is lost as you let go of your weight and let the ropes hold you up. And yet, you're still not even sure what you did to piss him off.

"Yeah, just like that, keep screaming for me pretty girl," he mutters under his breath as he stalks around the room looking for something.

"I thought the waterboarding and knives were enough to get it through your thick head, but I'll spell it out for you...on your body"

His rummaging around the room stops as he positions himself behind you, much to your terror. At least when he's in front of you you can protect whatever part of your body he's targeting.

All you hear is the pathetic sound of your own sniffles and his heavy breathing.

You make one last attempt before submitting to your own fate.

"Daddy...I thought you couldn't hear me. That's why I stopped calling for you. I-if I had known you could hear me I wouldn't have stopped!" The rest comes out in a rush as if he'll silence your excuses, and your dry throat feels as though it's ripping in half.

There's a very pregnant pause before you hear a shuffling behind you, and he starts to peel your flimsy, dirty nightie off of you.

Your lip wobbles as the silence continues, and he begins to shove his hands up your body, first trailing up and over your hips, past up your sides, and then cupping your bruised tits. You hiss slightly as his thumbs press into your sore nipples as his palms massage the globes in circles.

His breathing picks up again as you do nothing but whimper at his violations, his hips having a mind of their own and rubbing up against your bare backside. You have no idea when he took his pants off, but you definitely feel his unsheathed member dragging hot and heavy over your asscheeks, teasingly releasing precum over the skin.

"Oh, I'm not mad at you baby. I'm gonna let you continue your silence. In fact-"

His rutting and ministrations stop as he seems to have worked himself up to a climax, and you gasp lightly as you feel a cool silk fall over your eyes. You feel him secure it snugly behind your head, and moments later you hear the sound of duct tape being ripped from its coil. Sure enough, your mouth is covered, and you're rendered mute, immobile, and blind within a matter of minutes.

He voices your terror. "Like a lamb waiting for slaughter," he croons as he places his palms flat against the hollow planes against your torso your breasts, pressing you closer into his uncovered erection and chest. It seems as though he can never get close enough to you, even within his grasp.

"Spread your legs." And now his voice is monotone, devoid of the lilt mere seconds earlier.

You're too terrified to do anything but obey, hoping if you react well enough this punishment will also end in minutes tops.

You smell rather than hear the leather first, with its pungent factory scent drifting up to your blood-caked nose, making your nostrils wrinkle in disgust.

And then, you feel it.

He places the bottom of the handle of the whip firmly against your poor widdle clit, and starts grinding in circles, imitating the way he was earlier when you were in his arms.

You squeal against the moist tape and thrash, your wrists aching something fierce as the ropes holding all your weight above prove to be unyielding, merciless.

He laughs cruelly at your distressed state, and continues to rub your bud faster. He rambles on like a madman, and you feel like your ears will bleed with the filth he spews.

"Yeah, yeah, you like that? You want it that badly, slut? I'll make sure you never stop begging me, begging me to love you, to hold you, to fuck you like you need me right now," all the while he rubs his member over your asscrack and cover you threateningly.

His other hand yanks your hair to the side, and he lowers his grinning mouth to the unblemished nape of your neck, fighting for balance against your skin as you try your utter best to thwart his evading teeth.

He bites and sucks at your skin like you're nothing more than a chew-toy, all the while moaning lewdly and growling like a fucking dog.

All the sensations inflicted on your poor, abused body cause your hips to rock in their own rhythm against the handle of the whip, which hasn't stopped its incessant stimulation.

There's a tense moment of re-adjustment as he shifts the handle to his other wrist to prevent his own hand cramps, and he stops his rutting as well as his assault on your neck.

While he straightens up to continue the torture, you however, have not stopped bucking your hips amidst the handle stilling on your clit.

You let out a wail of frustration- at him, and being violated like this, and needing to cum because of it.

When he realizes your hips are actively still bucking and chasing the revoked high, he barks out an incredulous laugh.

"Seriously? And here I thought this was punishment. You sick little freak, you're not supposed to be enjoying this."

And sure enough, you feel the handle shift from stilling against your clit to pushing inside your quivering hole. You moan loudly at the feeling of the lightly ribbed tool rubbing agianst your puckering walls, albeit a bit painfully.

You can hear him exhale in awe as he angles the handle at a place that makes you jump and lift your hips as best as you can just to lower them against the shaft. he keeps it there, letting your buck your hips and work for it yourself, teasing you by bringing it lower and finding yourself unable to drop any further due to the short leash above your head.

But hes a kind master, and soon begins fucking it up into you himself after the sight of your drooling, empty pussy isn't enough to simply satiate himself by molesting your tits.

The squelching sounds of your wet cavern and your girlish moans, along with the sight of your ass shaking from his spanks are too much for him, and he yanks the handle out of you yet again right at the cusp of your climax.

"Not yet baby," he rasps, wiping literal drool off his mouth. "Daddy's gotta feel you cum around his big, fat cock," and with that whisper, he plunges three fingers back inside you. He shudders at your needy howl, and begins dillgently pumping inside of you.

With you distracted on creaming his digits, he grips the slippery handle of the whip and cracks it against your ass.

You whine and thrash again, your orgasm yet again ripped from you, but he merely pumps his fingers faster.

"Louder," He growls.

He lets it crack on the other cheek, marveling at how tight you squeeze around his fingers while the skin blooms a beautiful blood-red.

You scream this time, sure you can taste blood from your parched throat. It's exhausting your body at this point, the pleasure and pain mixing into one while he has his way with your battered skin.

He lets the leather taste your skin once, twice, curving it around your sides to let it lick your tits, making them jump deliciously and creating small rivulets of blood in its wake, behind your knees to make you buckle and fall painfully further on his pruning fingers, on your back to make you writhe.

And finally, when you do cum at his thumb finally, mercifully swiping across your long-forgotten bud, he makes sure he positions himself in front of you to hear you, loud and clear, like you were supposed to the first time.

#god this is to painfully mid but i need to get smthn out of my system for writers block ugh forgive me #mha #jjk yandere #mha yandere #bnha yandere #yandere hawks #yandere shigaraki #yandere bakugo #tw: noncon #tw: yandere #yandere gojo #yandere toji #yandere geto #yandere choso #mha x reader #jjk x reader #tw rape #tw dubcon #tw: kidnapping

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bbybaku · 1 year

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i’m back lol

this one’s long and kind of weird but shiggy smut as always

warnings: enemies to lovers, rough sex, choking, slapping, praise, afab reader, long intro, gamer shig, idk lmao

for your second year of college you and some friends , your girl best friend, her boyfriend and and his best friend got a 4 bedroom house.

well that was the original plan, your best friend and her boyfriend got into a study abroad program last minute with a scholarship so good they couldn’t refuse.

you knew of the boyfriends best friend but had never met him longer than in passing.

by the time this all happened the papers had already been signed and the first few months of rent had been paid.

leaving you living with a stranger.

a stranger you found after the first week that you weren’t fond of.

tomura. but you called him shigaraki because you didn’t care for him enough to call him by his first name.

while the two of you were in college, he opted to take all of his classes online. meaning he never left.

he was also nocturnal.

and addicted to video games.

which he absolutely refused to turn the volume down for. keeping you up all night.

your classes were all in person and you took your education very seriously.

your roommate did not.

he very obviously didn’t care for you or your life.

which he would remind you when the two of you bumped into each other.

at first you two just exchanged snarky comments at each other.

“you’re ugly in the morning”

he would say when you got up for class after he had been up all night.

“you’re ugly all the time” you would snap back.

or another complaint of yours to him would be that he never did his dishes. which you let him use despite everything being yours.

you started off asking nicely but he would always pick a fight about it.

he felt a woman’s place was in the kitchen.

you got him back by doing all the dishes then keeping them in your room.

after about a month and a half the snarky comments turned into screaming matches.

you would stay away from home on purpose to avoid him.

you hated him so much.

but despite all the snarky comments, he wasn’t that ugly.

you always noticed his hands. long slender fingers.

and for being a compsci major and a gamer he always smelled good.

you hated all the long hot showers he took but they did have a result.

your dislike for him lessened one night when you came home from a night out.

drunk. hysterical. inconsolable.

you had seen your ex making out with your ex best friend at the bar.

none of your friends made the situation any better.

but somehow shigaraki did?

he was so nice to you. so gentle about it.

“they’ve showed you who they are. you’re probably better than them anyway. you should just go to bed then you won’t have to think about it anymore because you’ll be asleep”

he walked you to the bathroom seeing as you were so drunk you could barely walk.

he tucked you into bed and then started walking back to his room.

before he closed the door you asked him to stay. you told him you just really didn’t want to be alone right now.

“oh um are you sure?”

you insisted.

he slept on the floor.

but when you woke up he was in your bed spooning you. you instantly fell back asleep in warm bliss.

but when you woke up again he was gone.

you two didn’t talk about this interaction for about a month.

it wasn’t until you two were screaming at eachother about wanting to use the tv that he grabbed your face, looked at you for a few seconds the aggressively made out with you.

the agressive making out, tit squeezing, dick grabbing makeout quickly made it’s way into a bed.

not your bed.

a bed with clean dark blue sheets, an ocean smell, and a dark room with lots of vibey LED lights.

he ripped your clothes off of you while sucking your tits like there was milk coming out of them.

you were grinding aggressively on his hard on when his hand found your throat and applied the perfect amount of pressure.

he looked down at you through his blue hair and whispered

“you drive me fucking insane in every possible way”

he threw one of your legs over his shoulder and inserted himself slowly.

throwing his head back and groaning once all the way in.

“i’m so obsessed with you and i hate it”

he whispered through heavy breaths.

he started slow. going in and out. it barely hurt because of how wet you were between your legs

you could barely function.

maybe it was the lack of airflow or the utter show of what was happening. but you were to stunned to move.

once he had stretched you out just enough he started pounding.

if you could have you would have been moaning.

“can i hit you?”

you nodded slightly against the risk stance of his hand.

mouth open and eyes fuzzy you watched as he took his hand from you throat, drew back, and slapped you.

hard.

after he slapped you he held the bottom of your face, forcing you to look at him.

“make eye contact with me” he was out of breath, smirking and pounding into you.

you obeyed and his free hand started rubbing.

he was searching around for a bit before he found what he was looking for.

you reeled the minute he found it.

“ah ah no no, you’re supposed to be looking at me.”

“pl-ease i-“

he shook you face with the hand that was holding your jaw.

“you know better than this, y/n.”

you squirmed beneath him. over satisfied and growing overstimulated you could tell he was getting close the way his hands were twitching and his pounds inconsistent.

“ you’re so good for me you little slut”

he put his thumb in your mouth.

“can i come inside?”

you had an ied. so you nodded while taking his thumb and his cock.

“ahhh you’re sooooooo good”

he moaned durring the so.

the hand on your clit landed on your boob and he squeezed it as he came.

then he collapsed on top of you.

“i’m still not doing the fucking dishes.”

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sednas · 2 years

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[GIRL NEXT DOOR] — tomura shigaraki

꒰ ͜͡➸ starting off halloween strong with this one. so yeah, I'm not making a kinktober, but I'll post dark themed fanfics during the month of October, in addition to the soft fics and 'classic' nsfw fics that I'm usually writing.

pairing: tomura shigaraki x fem!reader

tw: NSFW, DARK CONTENT, somnophilia, noncon, oral (m receiving), yandere themes

you're so cute, so cute with your hair falling all over your face, your lips slightly parted, a peaceful expression on your face. tomura loves to watch every little detail of your features, the light marks on your skin, your beauty spots, the way your chest rises elegantly every time you breathe.

so cute, looking so innocent and soft. so pretty sleeping peacefully like this. tomura's eyes devoured your sleeping form, the covers barely doing their job to cover your body. he can see your thigh resting above a pillow, making your ass rises in the air, your little white shirt hugging tightly your chest.

tomura can't resist the urge to palm himself through his clothes. you're begging him to fuck you. since the first smile you gave him when your mother welcomed his parents to the neighborhood. you're always so nice to him, sending smiles at him whenever your eyes meet his own, genuinely enjoying his conversation every time your parents invite each other. he never saw you staring at his scars, his crimson eyes or his habit to constantly scratch his skin.

one day you even noticed how badly he was injuring himself so you kindly took him to the bathroom to clean up the blood from his neck. he never been so hard in his entire life.

until this day at least, having you in front of him like that, half naked, asleep, completely at his mercy. he licked his dry lips, slowly coming closer, making a few sounds to see how deep was your sleep. the sleeping pills he gave you a few hours ago would help. with a trembling hand he touches your exposed thigh. you don't move. more confidently this time, he squeezes your skin before rubbing it while still touching himself with his other hand.

“she's so pretty...” he whispers to himself, removing the covers.

his hand trails down on your ass, squeezing the skin a little harder than before, you whine at the sensation and tomura freezes for a few seconds.

“such a sweet noise.”

without thinking, he spreads your ass cheeks, revealing your small panties, hardly hiding your pussy. he draws a finger over the outline of your folds, pushing it a little deeper once he finds your clit. you let out a little sigh and it makes tomura smile.

he stops rubbing your clit when he feels you start to rock your hips against his hand. he wants to use you for his own pleasure tonight, it's his revenge for making him so hard before without ever helping him out.

he moves until he's standing in front of your face. in a soft gesture, he removes the strands of your hair that are getting in your face and for a few seconds he forgets about his throbbing cock, for a moment he just admires your face, you are as beautiful on the outside as you are on the inside, and he loves you for that, he wants to ruin you for that.

he dragged his thumb across your lower lip, forcing you to open your mouth while undoing his pants with his other hand. freeing his aching cock, he waists no time to rub it on your face, smearing pre-cum all over your cheeks. tomura lets out a shaky sigh before pushing his cock between your lips, his eyes already rolling back at the feeling of your warm mouth around him.

his hips begin to thrust in an irregular rhythm, drool quickly starting to pour out of your mouth. he grunts and the slippery sounds become louder. at this point he doesn't care if you wake up, in fact he wants you to. he's sure the expression in your pretty eyes would be priceless.

he's already close, his cock throbbing inside your mouth as you're still heavily sleeping. tomura wanted you so badly, and he was sure you were made for him.

he gripped the headboard as you choke around him. observing your face with your mouth full one last time, he pulls out, and he can swear that he heard you whine in protest. he lets out a few curses while jerking his cock, finally releasing his load all over your face and chest.

you look so good like that, your body tainted with his cum and your drool. tomura bend over to kiss you on the forehead.

“sweet dreams princess.” he whispered.

he will come back, it's a sick and twisted love, but it's still love that he's feeling.

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lazywriters-blog · 10 months

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DEKU

YANDERE IZUKU MIDORIYA X BEST FRIEND READER

Warning: None.

Summary: They started their friendship with a kiss.

She's always been the mischievous one, sorta, but when she makes her first best friend, a meek shy little boy, they become inseparable, glued to one other.

But, he has a secret and distrust crawls in, she's the bold one and he's the gentle kind.

Who would ever suspect an innocent boy with a creepy notebook and an unyielding will to become a hero who wants to do good? Not her.

"Hey, wanna play a game with me?"

It took seven words to snap him out of his daze and two moments of silence to register her voice. It had taken him a second more to realize he wasn't hidden from this girl's eyes, and though his mind would like to believe she was here to boost her ego, she didn't seem to have a dislike towards him.

"Huh?" he mouthed, ceasing his working hands piling books inside his bag, and staring up at her, in his defense, he didn't know how to talk with girls, and none approached him, much less look at him.

"You know, like truth or dare?" she nervously smiled, not used to social interactions as much as him.

"Um... Yeah- sure." he had no idea why he had said yes without thinking it thrice, he did feel guilty for making her wait for a simple 'yes' or 'no'. The least he could do was help her out somehow.

"Oh! Really? You'll play one game with me?"

Now that he gets to look at her, he can see how delicate and fragile her features are, despite looking dull prior seconds ago, her face had brightened and her lips spread into an unsure smile. His heartbeat quickened.

"Y-Yeah, I don't mind." she was his classmate, and he had been caught staring at her a few times by kacchan, earning a crude response he still recalls, 'Two loners end up together, man, such a good love story.' Perhaps, it gave him some hope.

"Alright!" she quickly sat down beside him, pulling a chair close and pressing her lips together while she thought of something, "Okay, truth or dare?" she asked with a grin, and he felt his cheeks and ears growing warm. "T-truth."

"Is it true that you like me?" that choked the breath out of him, and he completely lost hold of his words, struggling like a fish out of water. He felt embrassessed she had to find out this way, and it would have been a little too hopeful for him to think kacchan wouldn't spread a rumor about his crush.

But, this wasn't how he had imagined it going, he couldn't predict her response if he did confess the truth, and lying while asking for the truth would leave a bad taste in his mouth.

So, he took in a hurried breath and anxiously answered, "yes." it sounded shaky and strained to come from his mouth, but from what little he could tell, she had smiled and laughed, not in a mocking way, a genuine laugh that he had gotten for being honest.

She looked him straight in the eye and said.

"Well, I guess you could say I have a crush on you too."

It had seemed like a miracle the more he thought about it, sitting so far behind her in class watching her every movement, not paying a lot of attention to what was already escaping his mind since morning, he couldn't believe that someone liked him and that happened to be the only girl he had his eyes on since kindergarten, they never talked though before yesterday.

They were just classmates their entire life and suddenly, she comes up to him and shares his feelings it almost saddens him to know that it happened right as their middle school days were ending and they wouldn't be in the same class anymore. He wanted to know her but all he ever knows is the rumors he had been too interested in to eavesdrop on.

He startles himself upon hearing the bell ring, dropping his pencil and failing to catch it before it fell, unfortunately for him, he had attracted some attention to himself. Hers included, and he couldn't slow down his pounding heart, he had to nervously smile as he bent down to retrieve his pencil from the ground.

The next second his gaze lands on her she's already up on her feet and walking toward him. He had nothing prepared.

"Oh- um uh hey!" he didn't know how to act around her, and she even though taken aback by his high-pitched greeting, stopped in front of his desk. Then, she smiled, "Yello, wanna have lunch with me on the rooftop?"

He gulped, "Y-yeah, okay."

"Great! I'll be right back!" she rushed back to her desk and he had a quick minute to let out his held breath and regain himself, he was going to have lunch with her, he reminded himself stiffly reaching out to fish out his bento. Forcing himself to stand up on unsteady feet.

"You got everything?" she asked immediately after he caught up to her by the entrance of their noisy classroom, he softly muttered, "y-yup."

Without warning, she quickly latched her free hand around his and quietly dragged him away, the warmth in their hands distracting him as they raced up the stairs he nearly trips the more he attempts to focus on the moment right before his eyes and the way she held his hand so tightly, butterflies churned inside his stomach and his chest had gotten heavier.

They reached the top breathlessly and she chuckled, "hehe a good exercise." izuku was sure he was going to faint with how much he was denying himself some oxygen and ease.

Allowing him some time to gather himself, she patiently waited with her bento in hand, "We should train together to increase our stamina, it's not like sitting around 8 hours in class is going to make us stronger."

Izuku looked up and nodded, standing up straight as she opened the door, or at least tried to, but to no avail, it wouldn't move. She groaned, "It's locked!" rattling it a bit, she stepped back.

Crestfallen she banged her head against the door and staggered him into action, "hey it's o-okay we can just go back and have our lunch in class, or the cafeteria, if you want."

"I was looking forward to having lunch with you on the rooftop but seems like my plan was faulty." she moaned turning her pouting and back to him, she carried on, "I do have a backup plan though, what about we sit down here by the stairs and... Have our lunch?" she didn't sound sure about her idea, but he didn't dislike it, so he happily nodded. To cheer her up.

It seemed to help, and both had some distance between them while they sat by each other, opening their boxes and grabbing their utensils, they started to dig into their meals.

"What's your favorite food?" she asked all of a sudden, and he still had some rice in his mouth before he could reply, "Katsudon." she was trying to make him comfortable, perhaps she could tell he was feeling uneasy.

"Oh! I see, I like... Many things, too many to name but I guess I like tasty things more than anything."

"Like?" he asked, "Tough question," she replied, taking another bite of her lunch, she slowly chews it in her mouth, staring aimlessly at the top window on the wall. To him, it looked like she was deep in thought. She didn't blink, and abruptly she had drawn herself into reality.

"You okay?" he found himself asking, and like most people, she faces him and smiles, "Yup, of course."

He didn't expect it to turn awkward, he didn't prepare, and running on autopilot had its drawbacks.

"Have you ever thought how a kiss would feel?"

Izuku widened his eyes and swallowed his food before he coughs it up, she noticed and scrambled to justify, avoiding his eyes as she speaks, "That was inappropriate of me, I'm so sorry! I um... Have seen couples kiss in movies so I was just curious."

"Ooh! Y-yeah," he replied, turning bright red but the next thing she said had shivers climbing down his spine.

"D-do you... Want to try it?"

They both stopped, and her friend had flushed red so much that she could see his ears had gotten red too, "I mean if you want to, of course!"

It had to be a dream he was sleeping through, she couldn't be asking if she could kiss him or not, she just could not be. "Um-uh I-i..." and his mind had failed to form a coherent sentence, he can't think of a better way to communicate other than to give a meek nod.

"Are you sure?" she gasped, rapidly blinking her eyes as if she couldn't believe that her idea had been accepted without judgment.

Again, he nodded.

Carefully, she shifted close, stuck her hand on the dirty stairs, and leaned forward, and izuku backed himself into the wall and struggled to maintain eye contact, looking back and forth between her and the staircase. He shut his eyes once she had gotten closer, waiting for her lips to connect.

He heard her giggle, and his mind forced him to open his eyes to look, she was fondly smiling at him. Then she touched his lips and slightly press down on them, leaning in more, she took the lead and slowly moved her lips and izuku couldn't describe the feeling, their lips were touching and he thought how rough it would feel for her to kiss his cracked lips but, with how soft it felt, he forgot his worries.

She was kissing him with so much care, he felt compelled to snake his hand around her head and pull her in, and with much contemplation, he rested his hand on her shoulder, placing his hand into her silky hair, he did exactly what he sought to do.

Pull her in, and have his first kiss.

Then, she parted her lips and she looked at him, mouth slightly gapped and how utterly under her control his gazed-over eyes seemed. He looked so out of it.

He smiled, then out of the blue, three words escaped his mouth, almost like he couldn't contain them, in a tender and gentle tone, he said, "I love you."

He came home with her number and her fleeting kiss still lingering on his redden lips, his phone already out and his fingers itching to write a text as he's sitting on his desk, still mulling over the feelings washing over him every time he thinks back to their kiss, with so much care for him expressed through one action.

He shouldn't text her this late.

He should probably get some sleep and stop thinking about what he ended up saying, and how she kissed his cheek after hearing that, still smiling.

The sight of her played on repeat in his mind, dismantling everything he observed about her, her eyes, her lips, her face, he shouldn't be thinking this much.

At the thought of her, his phone rang.

He glanced at it and quickly shop up at the display of her name, he ran to his door and locked it, pacing back and forth picking it up before the call ended.

"Hey! I'm just calling to ask if you are doing okay, you were so out of it after lunch, I got worried, I'm so sorry for putting you through that." his shoulders loosened, realizing she was just like him.

"Oh- no, I'm fine, great actually--" he paused, anxiously giggling to himself, "um, I'm good I was just uh-- overwhelmed I guess I mean in a good way."

"Oh! Oh! Um..." she goes quiet, and izuku finds out that he's very good at making things awkward for himself. He didn't know what he was bound to say under such pressure.

"I guess I was too, I didn't expect you to actually... Well, um never mind I shouldn't give you more heart attacks today." she laughed, "I think I've given you more than enough for a day."

Izuku smiled to himself.

"Well, good night then. See you tomorrow, bye."

"B-bye."

Maybe, he should practice more on his social skills.

"Smile!" She cheered him on holding up the phone in her hand, giving a close-eyed smile to the camera while he only looked bashful and nervously darted his eyes somewhere else at the last moment, which she didn't seem to mind, usually from what he knows and seen, girl loves pictures, and put an unusual amount of time to look good in it, he gets why.

Looking back on this day in the future would be a cherished memory.

Lowering her arm, she skimmed through their pictures one of which had her snickering and showing him his bright red face when she pulled him close by the shoulder. "Geez, izuku, you look so cute in this." she chimed, "You adorable little nerd, tell me your secrets for being this cute."

"I have n-none," he stuttered, coercing back the immediate urge to hide his face, he was having trouble deciding if this was best left as a dream or reality.

She suddenly cooed, blushing herself she took her eyes off the lid screen and onto him, gently grabbing his cheeks with both hands, she retorted to give him some affection, softly pinching them and letting go, "You gotta stop being this adorable, some other girl might try to steal you from me. I mean, I wouldn't mind if you liked her, well, I understand."

Is she insecure?

"You just gotta let me know as a friend, at least we could stay friends even after you get a girlfriend." she finished, scrolling past tons of photos, and she smiled.

"Um...-umm..." Maybe she still remembers what he said after their kiss, but it was giving the opposite effect, shouldn't she be confident that he loves her?

But, he was too embarrassed to repeat it.

"I can't see myself h-having a girlfriend." he instead muttered, curling into himself and awaiting her response, she appeared slightly taken aback, "Hmm, yeah same, me either, I can't see myself with a boyfriend too, only husband." it took him a few minutes to fully comprehend what she spoke, when he did, his forced facade fell. She surely wasn't implying anything, right?

Taking her hand off her lap, she got up and turned back to him, "Come on, let's get to class before our lunch break ends."

"Uh- um- yup yes, y--yeah." he looked down feeling and looking like a high school girl walking behind her crush, was she muddying some hidden meanings behind her each word? He couldn't help but overthink, however, that only lasted a minute, she snaps him back to the present in the most unpredictable way, doing it so effortlessly and unintentionally, intertwining their hands together, around his skinny and limp fingers that has gotten warmer.

Does she like holding hands?

He didn't know, he was too busy keeping up with her and she was taking it easy on him.

He didn't want to disappoint her.

"Hey, um... Okay, this might sound weird but I had a dream of you last night." this was his way of starting a conversation after reading an article on the internet, he figured it wouldn't hurt to try, he's gotta say the most interesting thing on his mind, without making it weird.

"Oh? Did I do something stupid?" She asked with a cat-like grin, slowing down a little and standing shoulder to shoulder.

He was swift in reacting, saying, "No! You were just teasing me in my dream and I think we... Might have kissed. In my dream I mean, I mean we did do it in-" She quickly shushed him, leaning forward before speaking, "Someone might hear you."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! You are right!" he squirmed, throwing his glance at everyone but her. She looked serious, and all he could do was anxiously anticipate a scolding.

"It's fine! I'm just pulling your leg." she grinned wider, ruffling his hair, "I honestly don't care if the word did get out about our... action, we're loners either way, we can support each other. All they are gonna do is spread rumors because what else can they do?"

"Y-yeah... I can't say you are wrong."

She is bold, a lot more than she looks, izuku finds that admirable.

Why did he say those three words?

Love wasn't liking someone, she could like anybody and she could say she liked them but by saying those magical three words after a kiss, what would it be? Lust? Just a spark of attraction? Why did he say it, was he an idiot who ruined the moment?

Though it didn't look like she hated what he meant, she didn't say anything, their friendship hadn't gone down the drain quite yet.

He hopes it doesn't, that moment is all he ponders.

"Yello, you still thinking about that dream?" her face popped in front of his eyes, and he shrieked jolting back as if he had experienced a burn. "You know, you should stop spacing out and scaring yourself when I inevitably pop up in your life again." she heckled with a teasing grin and a bag on her back, getting ready to leave.

While he's still got his books and pencils dispersed on his desk, "You're going home already?"

She blinked her eyes, "Yeah? Why??" looking very confused she locked her eyes on him.

"We have cleaning duty, it's Thursday."

She bit her lip and groaned, "No... I was hoping to get home early today but guess not." she mumbled, taking off the straps of her bag and placing it down on a desk. "Thanks for reminding me, so... Let's get to cleaning?"

"Y-yeah just a minute!"

Rummaging through his bag, he hurriedly stuffed his books and pencil box inside, zipping it and standing up, quietly following her with a second of hesitation she ushered him to come close with a broom in grasp, a bucket, and a dirty rag.

"So, just us two cleanings? Where are the others?" she inquired once the classroom had emptied, izuku shrank and shyly responded, "They left." and they were alone, butterflies in his stomach rendering him immobile, her hair bounced back as she faced him bewildered, "You mean... We gotta do all the work?"

"T-there isn't much... We just have to clean up the board and we should be done!"

"You are very optimistic, how do I do that?"

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck and closed his eyes so he wouldn't forget his sentences, her expressions were very intriguing to inspect and observe, even when she was tight-lipped he could tell she was happy.

Was she also thinking about their kiss every time she meets him?

"I'll clean the board, let's get started so we can run home." she took off, standing atop the platform and scrubbing away the chalk writings, he stood idle for a moment watching her, her skirt wasn't short but it wasn't long either, and she wore stockings those black ones that look good on her, and her uniform was always clean, layering her stature perfectly.

Somehow, a moment faded into minutes.

"So, I was thinking we could have a small sleepover someday, you know like just relax with face masks and take care of ourselves... What do you think?"

He leaped in his skin at the sound of her voice, quickly pretending to have been busy with cleaning rather than caught staring at her. "That sounds like a good idea, haha..."

"Yeah?" she gleefully repeated, peering out from the corner of her eye, "Yeah!" he answered.

"Alright!! How about today? Are you free?"

He didn't know how to say no. To that smiling face of hers.

Adding up to his current situation, tapping his feet impatiently and chewing on his lips, worrying about the worst-case scenario, she shouldn't have gotten herself lost searching for his home, right? Maybe, he should call her and check.

Speed-walking to his room approaching his phone on the bed, and reaching out for it, he hears the doorbell ring.

"Izuku! I think it must be your friend, sweetie, can you get that for me?"

He was already racing to the door and throwing it wide open, and in all her glory, she stands startled, was she shocked at how quickly he had opened the door? He hopes not. When she smiled, he smiled back. Resisting the urge to run back to his room.

"Hello, what took you so long?" she was teasing him again. She was surprised, wasn't she?

"Uh- I'm sorry I was getting to get worried."

"Ah! I see, no need to be worried! I'm here!" she gives him a toothy smile, and to him, it was everything he needed to turn red and stutter, did she know he's a fan of all might?

"Oh! Hello there! Izuku, you didn't tell me your friend was a girl! Come on in sweetie, don't stand outside!"

And there she was, sitting at the same spot on the couch he had been seating, politely greeting his mother and nodding, in her causal dress her hair pulled into a bun, her face mildly caked with make-up.

"Izuku! What are you doing standing there all by yourself, come sit down don't be shy!"

He needed to turn off his mind.

Settling down beside his mother, he gulped not sure what to say without overthinking.

"Izuku has always been a shy boy! I think you just might be his first proper friend, he rarely invites any friends."

"I don't mind, to be honest, it's my first time visiting a friend. I guess we both are oddly shy." she smiled.

"Oh! That's wonderful!" his mom clapped gleefully, "You two probably have to talk now I'll leave you both to it!!" smiling she rose and walked into the kitchen, not too far from to not hear anything. She started, "Okay, wanna hear the bad news or good news?"

Izuku glanced back at her and replied, "Bad news?"

"Alright! I can't stay for a sleepover because my parents said no, so I begged them to give me more time to enjoy myself! Hehe."

"Oh, so you won't stay tonight?" he asked, wishing disappointment hadn't managed to show up in his voice, she sadly nodded with an emphasized frown. "Yeah, sorry, my plan was faulty again haha, but the good news is..." she sneaked her hand in her bag and pulled a tube of cream.

"I brought some skincare products so now we can take care of ourselves!" she shoved the products right into his face and he saw their names, feeding them into his memory.

"Oh! Umm... How do we use them?"

"It's my time to shine! Hehehe."

She stepped into his room after requesting someplace where they could wash their faces and hands, he ended up saying his room and she didn't have any problem after seeing it full of posters and all Might toy figures, he was envisioning to be slightly judged but none came and it made him relax after realizing how dumb of a choice he made because now his room will smell like her, or her perfume he supposes.

Following behind her had made him more sensitive to the floral and fresh scent radiating off her, however, during their kiss, she smelled like apples, he remembers.

"Sit down and I'll put this on your face, then you can help me too!" she pointed to the many items and picked one out, smiling, "Okay close your eyes!" she playfully cautioned, gently pulling his face and squeezing some cream on his face.

"I-it is cold-"

"That's what makes it relaxing, don't tense up, it's all good unless you have dry skin then it might hurt." she teased while spreading the cream across his cheekbone, he couldn't stop himself from pressing his lips tighter, and holding his fist harder rested on his lap, "I don't, I think," he replied.

"Oh good! Might sting a little though."

"Yeah, i-i can feel it," he uttered, "You can open your eyes now, it's my turn."

He didn't want to open them and see her standing so close to him, but she already handed him the tube and sat down, "don't put them under the eyes, okay?"

"Yeah, o-okay." he nodded, and she closed her eyes, waiting for him to apply it all over her face, he slowly did what he thought he felt her do, layering the cream and spreading it, and touching her skin.

"Hey! You are a natural at this!" she praised, smiling wide and gaze sealed shut.

"Thanks..." he wiped the last bit down her lips and blushed, "It's d-done."

"Alright, now we just gotta wait for it to dry and wash it off! Our skin will have become very soft and dewy!" she grinned, "then I guess we can do something, or talk I guess." he didn't want to do anything, he might just end up making it awkward.

"Okay, question! Do you think we could survive All Might's punch from a few miles away?"

"Oh! I guess we could if we can stand our ground and not be around anything sharp or dangerous!" he enthusiastically answered and shifted his face to spy her reaction just to see her smirking, "I knew that would get you to talk. He-he."

"You are such a fanboy!" she giggled, "It's very cute, I hope you don't change. Unless it's for the better!" she crossed her arms, "Hmm..."

He's seen she can be weird at times, however, that concentrated face is endearing and he's kept his stare for longer than he should, somehow even when he doesn't want to think lengthy answers and not dose off to another world, he ends up doing exactly that.

Getting lost.

"Eek!" it caught both their attention and instant reaction to turn to the doorway and witness his mom spooked by the unusual sight of two pale complexions sitting on the bed, she regained herself soon after, nervously smiling before full-on laughing at herself, "You kids got me, oh I thought I was seeing ghosts..."

"Sorry! Miss Midoriya! We were um... Putting clay face mask and waiting for it to dry."

"It's fine! Oh geez, I was so surprised! Hahaha!" balancing the tray in one hand, she approached brightly smiling and containing her laugh, "Oh... My, that clay mask is scary to look at, what does it do?" she settled the tray down on his desk and asked, his friend was ever so excited to explain.

"It helps in rejuvenating the skin and making it soft and dewy! I was going to perform an entire skincare but I didn't bring all of them! Would you like to try too?"

"Oh, it's been so long since I've taken care of myself." his mom wondered out loud, "Oh! Then this is the perfect time to get back on track! Sit down miss midoriya! I'll put this on you too!" it didn't matter if his mom said no because she sat her down and already began smearing the cream on her face.

"Oh! That's very cold on my skin. Is that supposed to happen?"

"Yup! It's so you can relax!" his mom cracked up, and she seemed happy.

But, so was he.

She looks happy today, my best friend.

Yesterday, she visited me, and my mom told me I shouldn't let her go because she's a good friend I did not have, I did agree with my mom, and we both like each other, she's very playful and makes me laugh even for wrong reasons, and after seeing me, she'd smile when I haven't seen her do it all day.

Her full name is [Y/N] Sunset. She's a few months older, and we are almost the same age range, she's taller and I'm shorter and she wouldn't tell me her secrets for it, she can be kinda mean but she does it for a good reason, like if I ask her a repeated question she'll smile and ignore me. When she is mad, her eyes droop down and somehow, she appears threatening even though she doesn't say anything.

She and I have a lot in common.

"Yellow! Would you stop writing in your notebook and pay attention to me?" she didn't say it spitefully and despite her tone not catching her soft eyes, she was asking me to get out of my head as nicely as possible.

"Sorry! Sorry! Umm, I was just writing about the fight last night they aired on television," I'm comfortable with her, and she hasn't had anything she's disliked in me, not even my wicked dream of being a hero without powers, she's understanding of me.

That makes me so happy.

"Yeah, I didn't get to see it... What happened in it?" she was appealing to me even though she wasn't interested in heroic deeds, she was trying her best to not neglect what I liked.

"You know death arms? Yeah, uh- he stopped a car and the villains almost won with a sneak attack but there were other heroes too, so they couldn't do anything and lost."

There's a question I want to ask her, and I don't know how to without sounding rude.

"Oh! That's good, some fights are interesting to watch but it's too overwhelming for me. However, would you mind giving me a sneak peek at your notebook of wonders and strategies?"

Her strange way of phrasing words adds uniqueness to her, her loud and vibrant expressions are so intriguing to watch, and everything she's feeling I feel it too. That sounds creepy and I shouldn't let her know that, and it will become creepier if she reads my notebook, I don't want to lose a friend so soon.

"It's not a secret book or anything right?"

"Uh- yeah, it is! It's like my dairy- and I write everything in it." I choke out, she's smiling at my answer and not upset like I thought she would be.

"Oh! Okay, I won't pry then, but-" She leaned in towards me, and I can smell her perfume it was different than what she wore yesterday, and my mind has already associated this scent with her glowing face, smirking as though she's seen through my facade and I withered, "Have you written anything about me? I can see those pages right? I can claim copyright, no?"

"N-no! I promise!" it's hard to lie looking straight into her eyes, and my shifting thoughts always lead back to our kiss. Kiss shared to quell our curiosity, and there was nothing more, nothing less.

"Aww... That's too bad, I thought you would have." she slumped back to her chair and lend me my space to think and breathe properly. She's pouting, bending forward to rest her face in her palm and looking afar. I don't want to see her upset so I nervously stare at her.

"Um- do you want me to?"

She glanced at me, "Yeah sure! I wanna know what you think of me." she softly smiled, and I couldn't return the gesture. "Don't write anything bad about me though," she smirked to let me know she was joking, her mannerisms are already ingrained into my mind.

"Of course! I wouldn't do that to y-you!"

"Hey, stupid nerd, get out of the class!" it was right behind me, and without meaning to, I jumped and turned around, realizing she saw me like that made me conscious of my breathing. "K-kacchan! You... Are you on cleaning duty today?"

"Damn nerd just get up, and get out." came a cruel response to a well-meaning question. I'm not surprised anymore.

"Okay..." luckily I have my bag packed and I walked out of the class.

I'm unsure whether or not she stopped to glare at kacchan for a brief second, as within no time, she was already by my side, and my heart began to pound with how close we were while walking, and she'd bumped into my shoulders accidentally, looking at me for my reaction and I've got my gaze cast down.

Should I be content that our clothed skin had touched or should I put up some distance and risk coming across as halfhearted when I'm not?

She was his first decent and best friend.

"You know what, let's go to the mall!" she suddenly exclaimed.

"Huh? But don't you have a curfew-" I didn't get to finish my sentence.

"Eh! It's just for today and we shouldn't take too long! I can run back home with some excuse! Come on!" grabbing my sweaty hand, she pulled me forward and toward her running figure.

"Hurry up now! This will also be a good exercise for a future hero! You gotta build up that stamina! Come on, run!!" letting go of my hand, she jogged down the street, her bag bouncing up and down and her gaieties guiding me on. The shop lamps light up as we race down the rows of street lamps.

She was getting ahead of me, and I didn't want her to leave me behind so I closed my eyes and forced my legs to move faster, when I opened them, she was closer than she had been before.

"Ohoh! Look at you! Catching up to me huh! Not bad!" I laughed despite the weight on my back, I shouldn't have brought that many books with me, I regret that, but at the same time, it's driving me to run with all my might so I don't lose her.

"We're not too far now!" she was slowing herself to worry about me, a arm's length away from me and watching me. "Hey, you are doing better than me! Your bag seems to be slowing you down."

She praised me.

I didn't have time to comment when I found myself falling face-first down to the pavement, and my heavy bag adding weight as though someone had fallen on me. I heard her stop and fret, "Oh! Are you okay? That fall seemed like it hurt!" she immediately picks me up from the ground and removes my backpack, holding it for me, "Come on, can you walk?" I nodded, my nose hurt the most.

Swinging my bag over her shoulder she quickly seized my hand and made me follow her to a nearby cafe, allowing me to walk in first and sit down on a chair. Plopping down my bag with a thud and a concerned look, she sat beside me.

"You okay? Your nose is red."

"Yeah! I'm okay!" I had to reassure her and keep myself from overthinking about her hand on my shoulder, it remained there while she spoke up again, "You should take out some books. Your bag is pretty heavy." she lightheartedly mentioned, her eyes still looking at me when I turn to face her.

"I've been meaning to ask. What's your quirk?" I didn't stutter.

She looks surprised, but her face brightened as she cracked up, "Are you asking me that after you fell, I didn't see that coming!" she jokes, taking her hand back she said, "It's called endure, I got it from my mom and it's nothing special."

"How does it work?"

"Hmm not much to tell, it's like a cool feature, I just have a lot of pain tolerance. And I can manage pain more than others." she perked up, "Is me talking to you help drown out the pain?"

"Kinda..." I looked away.

"You should put some books in my bag, for now, that way your bag should feel lighter," she suggested already reaching out to unbolt the zip, "N-no! It's fine!" I moved my arm to stop her and it ended up with our hands touching, my reaction startling her as my cheeks warm up, and I draw myself back to not touch her again, "S-sorry!!"

She blinked, "Are you okay? You are suddenly hyperactive!"

"Yeah- I'm great!!" I nervously grinned and clutch my fist. I can't be worrying her.

"Okay- maybe-" she stopped herself to glare at the entrance and it confused me, until I heard, "Well, would you look at that? Deku is here." it was Kacchan.

"Don't tell me you guys are dating or something, because geez you two look so close." his friends ganged up, standing behind him and deeming him the leader of the group when they only used him as a shield.

"Geez dude, maybe take a hint and get lost." she mimicked their tone, and they chuckled at her attempt, I didn't want her to get involved with them.

"Oi, you are better off without Deku." Kacchan's words somehow made my chest ache, I was used to it but being aware of who he was talking to, I did not want her to leave me.

But, if she does. I'll be...

"And you are better off not bothering him, just go on with your business and pretend we are strangers, shouldn't be too hard, right?" she answered.

The hurt inside vanished after hearing her.

"Heh, I tell losers where they belong and don't tell me what to do, witch."

"Does that include yourself as well? Because man, maybe you are insecure deep inside that you feel to put others down who are better than you."

"You've got a pretty big mouth. How about I shut you up?" he had taken a big step toward her and would have tortured her if his friends hadn't towed him back.

"Dude, remember we are in public, and some old dudes are already watching."

"Tsk, I'll see you, tomorrow witch."

"Insecure prick," she replied.

After he's long gone to the back of the shop, her cold facade declined, and smiled at me, "Let's go home?"

Her voice had gotten soft.

"izuku sweetie, you should visit [Y/N] sometimes! You both could study together for the exam you have coming up."

She dropped me home after leaving the cafe, my mom exchanged a few pleasantries and insisted she comes inside, but she didn't stay long. "Also, tell me when you go so I can pack her cookies, that girl has been so nice to you, she's so caring of you." Mom cooed from the kitchen.

"Yeah," I replied. She stood up for me, and her transition from brutally cruel to kind made me nervous, what if I do something bad and she responds by ignoring me forever?

I've gotta be good to her, I don't want to be alone anymore after feeling so happy around her.

Should I call her?

Should I text her?

I want to talk to her but I'm scared I'll be making her uncomfortable she's never taken long to reply so that's a good sign, right? Ultimately my desire wins over and I'm bringing out my phone and turning it on.

Typing in the words and hesitating to send them, I stop to think, would she be asleep? Would she be spending time with her family? Should I be bothering her more than I have? Regardless, I needed to say sorry.

'Hi... Um, I'm sorry we couldn't go to the mall because of me. And sorry about Kacchan too.'

I waited. She wasn't going to answer so soon.

'Oh? What a coincidence! I was thinking about you, Are you sure you don't have a mind-reading quirk? Because you read my thoughts so accurately, and no need to be sorry, we could go anytime! You nurse that cute nose of yours first, dork.'

She replied!?

Does she think my nose is adorable? Not believing what she said I touched it, I did not know what to think of it, but it did make me forget what had been making me miserable.

'I will- I don't have a quirk I'm sure...'

I did not want to write my next thought. It ended up going to her regardless, curiosity was hard to resist even for me, I had to know.

'What were you thinking of me?'

I dislike how... Wrong it sounds, biting my lips when she didn't answer soon enough, I knew it was bad. Hoping she hadn't seen it yet, I quickly deleted it. Breathing a sigh and getting up from the couch, I should walk around a bit to prevent myself from overanalyzing.

'Oh! Why did you delete it? I was thinking about how you are so cute and how lucky I am to have you as my first best friend, oh, and what ways we can have fun at the mall. I was thinking we could go to a cosplay shop.'

She saw it...!!

"Wear this."

She pushed a dress toward his chest, and he looked down at it, realizing what she meant he quickly blushed, "But- it won't fit me-- it's for girls!" she grinned, "These are our disguises! A no is not an answer here now go on, I'll be here if you need any help!" shutting down his words and pushing him into the changing room, she closed the door and him inside.

His cheeks turned red as he touched the material, it was soft and pretty. He couldn't possibly prepare himself to remove his uniform and fit himself into this black gown, "We don't have all day!" she whispered into the tiny gap between the door, "we have plans to attend to, so make haste!" slowly pulling off his pants he looked himself in the mirror one last time and took off his shirt, "are you having any trouble in there?" she called out and he shrieked, "U-m uh- no..."

He can't tell if her constant investigation was making it worse, or better for him to cope.

"Okay... Come out soon, I wanna see you."

Pressing his lips together, he stared at his reflection and the gown, it would look prettier on her instead of him, but he kept that to himself, "Are you done?" she tried twisting the handle, thankfully he locked it the second the time she asked.

"N-no!!" he screamed as she knocked on the door, allowing her to sigh and say, "Come on, I have to do your make-up too! Just one more minute!" she warned.

That was his cue to leave and not make her upset.

Taking a deep breath, he unlocked the door and slightly opened it, peering out and hiding his body. "Should I come outside?" he mumbled, his heart skipping a beat when she quickly looked both ways and entered with her bag, closing the door behind her she grinned, staring into his eyes, it reminded him of the movies his mom used to watch.

Now that he thinks about it, this is kinda romantic, and he doesn't need to watch those movies to know it, though he might once he gets home.

They were alone in the changing booth, just the two of them, was she going to kiss him again?

"You are glowing red! Oh my god! Relax!!" the bedroom eyes she gave him reduced into a concerned expression, closing the tiny distance and gently patting his back, but it didn't make his heart beat any slower. "Ah! This is embarrassing!" he whimpered to himself, hiding his face in his hands "What? No! You look so cute!" she reassured, he had to take a look at himself and he did, his mind concluding what would happen with them so close to each other.

"See! You look so... Hot!" she grasped his shoulder and turned him around to fully face his reflected image, "I'll do your make-up now!" she smiled, gently guiding him to the small bench and pushing him down, she towered over him and he couldn't bring himself to make eye contact.

She made him wear a wig. Short black-haired wig.

"Okay! Don't move unless I tell you to," she commanded and he wouldn't have the will to say anything, not that he would. She can do anything she wanted. To him.

"Keep your eyes still, I'm doing your eyeliner."

He felt cold ink glide over his eyelids, and her hands softly touching his skin, he could feel her breath. Holding his breath in a little longer, he gripped the material in his hand and kept his back straight. "Alright, open your eyes..."

He obeyed and stared up into her eyes, focused on him, watching him.

"Hmm! You have perfect skin so you don't need foundation, let's put on some blush and lipstick then we are done!"

It felt good to be taken care of, it felt good to feel her hand on his face again, and it felt like it was too good to be real. True to her words, she picked out a rosy tint for his cheeks and a peachy red for his lips after trying them on her hand.

Grasping the lipstick, she held his chin up and lowered it to his lips, gently applying the shade and moving back, he shouldn't have opened his eyes yet.

She leaned forward, using her thumb to part his lip she touched them, smearing the color to the corners of his mouth with a careful brush of her finger, all while he admired her features and remembered what started their friendship.

"There! Make-up is done!" she cheered, stepping back to adore her doing.

"T--thanks..." he dropped his gaze to the floor, was it bad he wanted to paint her lips with his? He'd never been bold enough to think about it.

"Hehe! Ok ok, now you'll wait for me outside!"

He didn't question her because he was too stunned to even speak anything after walking out of the booth and avoiding every stranger's gaze, standing with his bag on the ground, he eyed the door. They should have left their bags at home he would have if she'd told him earlier.

That they'd go to the mall right after school.

"I'm done! Come to me, my Juliet!!" bursting out the door, she elated lovingly.

He didn't get time to see her before she grabbed his hand and raced out of the shop a completely different person, "Where are we going?!" he managed to ask while they skimmed down the stairs, running in a dress was not easy as the movies made them out to be, their bags additional weight to carry.

"I had the grand idea of troubling someone!" she narrowed her answer, "Won't we get into trouble?!"

"What? No!! We are not where we are!" he didn't understand what she was getting at. "I mean we are in our disguises! And it will be fun!"

Stopping behind a pillar, he bumped into her before correcting himself and looking at where she had her eyes, "Here is the plan, your name is Juliet, and I'm Jake! And also don't speak unless I tell you!"

Were they doing a roleplay? Did she like them?

"Here he comes!! Hehehe, you bastard I'm going to embarrass you in front of the public for calling me tomorrow bitch!" she muttered to herself, an evil smile on her face and narrowed eyes glaring at the trio entering the mall.

He realized it was Kacchan and his friends.

"How did you know they were coming?" he inquired without thinking about how tense he sounded. Did she like him? Nobody would go out of their way to tease somebody and pay attention to them.

Unless she had feelings for him...

"Oh! So, um... When I was going back to class, I overheard them. So-- I decided it would be fun to prank him."

"Why?" he spoke too soon.

"Why? Well, because... I want to." she shortened her answer, and it wasn't the one he wanted to hear.

"Why--"

"Oh!! They're moving in! Come on!" seizing his hand, she guided him to tangle his arm around hers, as couples do, when they are in love.

"Ah! Shoot, I almost forgot-- let's hide our bags somewhere! Do you have any ideas?" she ceased her tracks to look around them, he'd forgotten about them too, if he wanted to be her best friend, he should make sure they don't get in trouble.

"Let's hide them under the bench?" he suggested, the ground floor of the mall had shops and few seating areas, it was big and empty even with so many people around. "Yeah that sounds good, I don't have a better idea."

Soon after they finished it, he held onto her arm and let her lead the way, occasionally he'd nuzzle into her and breathe in her scent, it was bliss.

"You seem to be enjoying this." she teased, gazing to her side where he stood and walked along, he gets to observe her better this way, the hat matched her and hid her hair, the white suit, and his black gown. They matched well.

"Umm... I-- I just think we should do our best." he sheepishly mumbled, thinking if he should lower his voice to a girl's.

"You keep doing that and I might just eat you up..."

He blushed, was she playing her role a little too well or did she mean that?

Flashing him a smirk, she carefully took off her hat, "Phew! They didn't break! That would have been embarrassing..." Moving around in her hat were two water balloons.

"When did you get those?" he questioned, "Oh! While you were changing, I filled them up with water from my bottle, I have more in my bag, they're not prepared though. These were very hard to fill." she mused, grinning ear to ear, "hold one for me." she handed a yellow balloon, while she took a red one.

Her smile never faded as she put on her hat and slowly sneaked towards their victim. He was nervous.

"If my first attack fails, quickly gimme yours." she quietly gossiped in his ear, "Be ready to speed-walk afterward." he nodded.

Nearing the trio, she steadied her hand and pulled them back, heaving in a sigh, she quickly threw the balloon. He watched.

It landed right where she wanted it to.

Katsuki jolted and quickly turned his head, finding it empty behind him, "What the hell...!" he shouted, looking down at his pants, it had gotten wet. "Dude... Did you?" his friends attempted to speak but were rudely interrupted, "Shut up! Fuck no! Someone-"

"Oh dear, look, looks like this kid peeped his pants. He should have gone to the bathroom sooner." her voice sounded deeper and... Hotter.

"Huh??!!" his red eyes immediately settled on them, "The fuck did you say?" he yelled, attracting attention to himself and his friends.

Calmly walking ahead of them, she laughed, "No manners huh, kids these days... So rude and reckless. Right, my love?" she peered down at him, "O-oh yes..." he squeaked, did she just call him the love of her life?

"You should change your pants, son." she smiled.

"I did not peep myself you hat-for-brains!" he retorted, ready to pull up his fist and fight, "dude, you're causing a scene." his friend stepped in, holding him back from storming over to the couple.

"Huh... Alright, be sure to use the bathroom next time!" she cheered, pulling him away from the small crowd.

"Come back here you!!!" Katsuki shouted at the top of his lungs, pushing his friends away and chasing after them. "You bastard!!" both of them looked back and without a second thought, they ran, that is after she poked her tongue out to further enrage him.

Izuku on the other hand couldn't keep up with his dress slowing him, but thank god he could wear his regular shoes, pulling his dress up, his other hand holding onto hers, they ran avoiding other people until the dress decided to trip him.

Fortunately, he didn't fall on the ground completely like the last time they raced, she saved him. Throwing a glance toward their pursuer, she brought him up to his feet and picked him up, tightly holding onto his knees and torso, she sprinted as fast as she could and he hid his face in his chest, his arms supporting himself around her neck.

She felt bad about making him wear this dress, didn't she?

He tuned everything out and focused on breathing in and out, did she like to be in control? Did she love him? He felt his heart beating faster than usual, it can't be normal. Covering his vision only allowed her image to flash before his eyes, her scent dominating his.

He absorbed the moment as much as he could. Until...

Eventually, they slowed, and her heavy breathing reached his ear, her grasp on him loosened, and it seemed like she was struggling to hold him up any longer. He wanted to be in her arms.

He didn't want her to let him go yet.

"Looks like... we lost him, that idiot was... fast... God, I hate Katsuki for making me run... So much." she panted, "You okay?" he lifts his head a little, looking at her with puppy eyes, "Y... Yeah, I-I'm good..."

"You look like a baby right now." she giggled, "But I can't hold you any longer." She lowered herself to the ground and he didn't have any choice but to leave her embrace. "You are not heavy I swear! The adrenaline... Vanished and that stupid idiot chased me around..." Exhausted and shaking, she sat on the ground and tried catching her breath.

"You didn't have to carry me..." he responded.

"Yeah, but well I know how tough it is to run in those dresses so..." she gazed up, whining, "we still have to go inside and change our outfit and get our bags! I didn't think this one through..."

"I could go in and get them!" he wanted to be of use to her.

"That's kinda risky... No, let's go inside together and sneak our way back." she cared so much, she didn't want him to go all alone.

"But, you're tired." he insisted.

"It's fine... Besides I'm sleeping the moment I get home."

Next time, he wanted to be the one in a suit, and she in a beautiful dress.

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You wouldn't believe how much I fangirled...

That is unlike me

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