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Until death brings us together Chapter 4 : DEATH

Final chapter of my Ghost Shinsou x reader fic!

You can read it on AO3

Title: Until death brings us together

Stauts: Complete

Tags/Warnings: Shinsou x reader, ghost!Shinshou, modern AU, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Character Death, depression, toxic friendship (not with Shinsou), sadness, pain, needles, perfusion, hospitals, mention of cancer, drugged drinks, ethylic coma, accidental death, suffering, disease, bullying, bittersweet ending

Rating: E

Summary: It starts slowly, insidiously; the sadness, the restless nights, the tears you silently cry at night alone in your empty apartment. That’s coincidently when you start seeing him: the man with the deep violet eyes, and he’s following you.Is he an evil spirit? Is he death? Or is he your depressed mind playing tricks on you?

You fall into a routine with Hitoshi. A dangerous one. Dangerous for your sanity. Because it just feels too real. Like he’s an actual colleague, or a roommate, made of palpable flesh, supported by solid bones. You tend to forget he’s not even breathing.

He’s with you at work when you take your break alone; he’s here on your couch in the evening when you need to talk about the upsetting things that happened during your shift. He’s here in the morning, teasing you about being a zombie before you had your coffee. You have his undivided attention when you talk, as he has yours when he sometimes tells you about his parents with watery eyes in the late nights of the week-end. He doesn’t want to go see them; you asked.

Since he’s become your supernatural roommate (companion? Friend? ..? You don’t know, you’re not afraid of him, but of what you want to call him), you’re…. better. Surprisingly so. You should be afraid for your sanity; you still had the pills you wanted to take when you first noticed him, but things in your life are weirdly easier. It’s easier to talk with your colleagues, the doctors seem nicer, more approachable. More human. You truly realize you’re all in this together, and they’re flawed like you are, but it’s fine because Dr Stiles has a beautiful wife that he likes to call “his heart” and one of your stoical older colleagues is a grandmother now and talks about her grandson with tears of emotion in her eyes. They are touching. They are people like you are, and not robots who do the same routine as you,; people that you pass by without seeing them, without caring, despite being a nurse.

Kagura even apologizes to you one day. You accept to hang out with her again, because she’s not so rotten, just insecure. You only promise yourself you won’t make the mistake of not setting boundaries with her this time. Oddly you have a feeling it won’t be a problem. When you hear her laugh again for the first time in weeks, it brings a smile to your face.

Generally, you tend to see the silver linings of things a lot more than before, the brighter side of negative events, the glass half full. And it feels great actually. You feel better.

Your life is far from perfect, and work is still difficult, but you truly feel better. You even go as far as starting random conversation with strangers at the mall, in the café where you still like to hang out. There you often chat with the new barista, the one with freckles and a smile that feels like sunshine. You even got his number. His name is Izuku. But Izuku’s not the one towards whom your thoughts always drift out without your consent.

It’s bad, how important Hitoshi became in your life; how close he is to your heart, he who doesn’t exist anymore. Thanks to his presence, you never feel lonely; you’re capable of being brave; braver, because he’s never too far away from you, even when you can’t see him. And because of it, you selfishly refuse to let him go.

You did research on ghosts, browsing weird websites to gather information you’re not sure you can trust. And you’re convinced he’s here for a reason, which probably isn’t keeping company to a depressed meaningless little nurse. Yet you don’t want him to leave you, so you ignore all the stuff you read about ‘accomplishing something so they can finally rest in peace’. Given how he’s gone; how could he ever be at peace? All that stuff’s probably bullshit anyway… right? Sometimes you still feel guilty for not telling him about those unscientific researches; for not at least trying to set him free.

He never approaches the subject of the future with you. Maybe he’s content with your actual situation? Or maybe he can’t wrap his mind around the concept of leaving forever. Of disappearing. Everyone’s a little afraid of death. Maybe that’s just why he’s here in the first place? Because he doesn’t want to make the big jump. Because his death was so sudden he wasn’t prepared to go; and he’s still not ready to go.

That night, you’re in your bed, musing over all this bullshit under your blanket, unable to sleep.

You can’t sleep because you’re thinking of him, and those thoughts treacherously go towards the feelings you’ve grown towards him.

If only he was still alive. If only he was a resident in your hospital, things could be much simpler. Would have been much simpler. You don’t know the guys who did what they did to him and either they don’t care or they are traumatized. Either way you hate them. You feel like they robbed something from the both of you.

You could have loved him. Would have loved him.

It’s easy to let your thoughts wander to that fantasy. You imagine dates in cafés, ice-cream under the sun at the beach… and then more intimate situations.

Mindlessly, your hand has travelled down your stomach and between your legs. During one second you feel ashamed of what you’re about to do. But the desire burning deep into your core is stronger. Your libido has been down for months because of your state of mind, and now that its awakened, the need you feel for release is unbearable.

It’s not difficult to imagine Hitoshi above you. Your creative mind offers to fill in the gaps as you picture his naked body; lean but muscular., taking you while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear in that smooth voice of his. His resonates clear and deep in your mind and his half-lidded purple eyes watching you are easy to picture.

“Hitoshi please” You don’t hear yourself breathe his name with your pulse pounding against your temples.

You’re almost there.

“Yes?”

His voice has the effect of an icing shower and you jolt up, grabbing your blanket to hide yourself, to hide the activities you were abandoning yourself to.

“W-what are you doing here? How long have you been here?” You ask too quickly, a little panicked.

“I just arrived, I thought you called me”

“I didn’t.. I-”

You stop when it occurs to you that maybe you moaned his name. A desperate groan escapes you and you hide your burning face under the blanket. A moment of heavy silence, and then Hitoshi dares to ask : “Were you doing what I think you were doing?”

You roll yourself until you’re a blanket burrito facing away from him.

“Do you want me to leave?” He asks next, maybe a little bit embarrassed. At least he doesn’t sound angry.

You groan again and try to disappear into a mountain of blankets. You’ll never be able to look him in the eyes again.

There’s a moment of silence, and you think he’s gone, never to come back given how disgusted he must be with you.

But you think you feel the blankets shift when in truth they don’t shift at all, and his voice is closer to your ear when he says. “I have to admit I’m kind of flattered”

You peak out from under your blanket, face so hot you’re surprised there isn’t smoke coming out of your ears. “Really?”

Hitoshi, who’s lying on his side ontop of the covers, facing you, graces you with a bashful smile. “Really”

“You’re definitely not real”

He chuckles at your comment, the sound of it music to your ears.

“I’m sorry” You mumble, mouth hidden by your blanket.

“I’m sorry too….” He tells you, and then there is a shift in his eyes. “That I can’t be with you like this”

He’s very intently looking at you, and the mood changes back to something more serious. “That I can’t touch you the way you want me to” He continues, and the way his voice lowered has you shiver. The tension is back in you, the desire renewed between your legs from just a few words.

“I wish I could feel how soft you are, how smooth your skin is” He confesses, his dark amethyst eyes never leaving your body, trying to see more, like he can see through the barrier of your blanket.

One hand slowly moves towards you, and although he can’t, it’s like he’s cupping your cheek. “How sweet you would taste”

There’s a tingling in your lips when his thumb ghosts over them. It’s like you can feel him there next to you. The warmth of his touch, almost real, sending electricity coursing in your veins wherever the echo of his skin touches yours.

“I would kiss those perfect lips”

His fingers travel down to the hollow of your neck, and his face comes closer, his lips close to your ear as he whispers: “I would make love to you all night long”

A sigh escapes you and the previous ache you felt in your core awakens again, burning ten times harder. You’re probably going mad at this point, because no one touching you as ever felt as good as Hitoshi just being here next to you, talking to you.

“Go on, don’t be shy, let me admire you, my pretty kitten”

The pet name makes your cheeks heat up. Still, you push your blanket away, unashamed of showing him your body now that you’re excited. You instinctively know he’ll take care of you and help you tend to your needs.

“Yes, just like that. You’re so beautiful” Beside lust, there’s a hint of another emotion in his voice, something like regret or sadness that he’s trying to hide. But your brain stops focusing on it the second he says: “Now touch yourself for me.”

Your heart skips a beat in your chest before it races, your blood pounding in your ears. You close your eyes and let his voice guide you, fill your mind until the only thing you can think about is him. Obediently, your hand travels down to resume your previous activities. Hitoshi is so close to you. You’re sure he’s watching your every move. You’d love to see the look in his eyes; maybe he’s licking his lips from time to time. But you still feel a bit shy and it’s easier to keep your eyes closed and abandon yourself to the pleasure you’re sinking into.

“That’s it. My sweet kitten. So nice to everyone. You deserve to feel good”

You whimper, the pace of your hand on your clit increasing. You’re so close already. You’ve never been so aroused so quickly and if you weren’t so lost in the moment, you would feel ashamed of nearing the age so easily.

“Let me make you feel good”

He’s so smooth, feeding you with praises in a steady flow that brings wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through your whole body. Slowly your arousal builds up with the way he keeps bringing it higher and higher from his voice alone, like he’s growing a fire by slowly but meticulously blowing onto its embers.

“I want to hear every breath I would draw from you”

The ghost of his touch tingles under your skin, warm and inviting, comforting.

“Say my name again”

You obey, crying out his name just before a powerful orgasm steals your voice and all the air from your lungs.

It takes you a moment to come to, and when you open your eyes, Hitoshi is still lying next to you, a wickedly satisfied smile on his lips. You feel shy again, exposed in only your underwear when he’s fully dressed. You bring the blanket up to your neck and his smile becomes gentler when he sees the way you’re blushing.

“Feeling good?” He asks, shifting closer.

“Perfect” You whisper. “Thank you”

“My pleasure” The melody of his low purr almost makes you want to have another go at whatever ghost sex you just had. But your muscles are sore, and you feel exhausted.

You don’t have time to ask him if you can somehow return the favour, even if he doesn’t have a body, because your eyelids fall heavily over your eyes, and you feel yourself helplessly drifting to sleep.

“Sweet dreams kitten” He whispers, and as you close your eyes, there’s a warmth on your forehead where you imagine he’s gently kissing you.

“Good night Hitoshi” You try to whisper before falling asleep.

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The next day, you are in an excellent mood. You spend a lazy Sunday at home, drinking hot chocolate while watching a movie as rain pours outside your window.

Hitoshi appears at one point and the smile you give him is positively beaming. He sits next to you, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and you chat about the work that awaits you this week at the hospital.

In that moment, close to him, you feel content. You feel complete and at peace. You hope he feels it too; that calm.

That night you throw away the pills before his eyes, and when you go to bed, Hitoshi is not too far, and there’s no anxiety to keep you awake.

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Your honey-moon phase is short lived. What goes up must always come down they said, and things soon started to go downhill.

It starts the next week-end when you go to your usual café. Hitoshi’s sitting across from you, and the next moment he’s not. Cut mid-sentence he disappears. When he comes back, you brush it off with a smile. However these incidents keep happening more and more often. At home, when he’s next to you, you don’t feel the warmth from before anymore, and looking at it more closely, he’s becoming more see-through with each day. You have more and more difficulty seeing him, hearing him, and he looks more and more transparent, the tips of his hair and his fingertips sometimes even blurred, like he’s fading into the atmosphere.

At first you deny he’s starting to vanish from your life. But you can’t hide from the truth forever, and you have to face the fear that keeps you awake at night.

Then, you start feeling selfish, for. How could you help him feel at peace like he helped you? You realize you can’t live like this forever. You’ll grow old, and what will happen to him? Will he stay in between forever? Is there something you can do so his soul can rest in peace before he just disappears?

With these thoughts soon comes another question: if you killed yourself, would you be able to stay with him as a ghost forever? No, you can’t let yourself think like that. You have your whole life ahead of you when he was robbed of his. He would never forgive you if you ended it for him. And he would be right about it.

You’re so caught up in your racing thoughts and anxiety that you barely even enjoy the few moments you manage to spend with Hitoshi.

One rainy day, when you get home from work after no seeing him during your shift, despite calling for him, you find him waiting for you beside the couch.

He looks sickly pale, even for a ghost.

The way he softly says your name when he invites you to sit down breaks your heart.

“I think it’s time for me to go”

You want to stand up, to confront him and if the gesture he makes with his hand to appease you is enough to keep you sitting, it doesn’t stop your voice from cracking.

“What do you mean. Go where?!”

The pained look in his eyes is torture to watch.

“ Since the day you threw away those pills away, I have more and more difficulty maintaining myself here. My consciousness is getting blurry and in my mind it feels like there’s something pulling at me, trying to lead me somewhere. And I think I need to follow it” He clutched an the blurry fabric of his shirt, just where his heart should be. “I feel it in my gut, my job here is done. You’re safe, so I can go. ”

This time you get up. You try to embrace him, but this time your arms just pass through him.

“Please no, don’t go, I need you. I can’t live without you!” You can’t stop the tears that are streaming down your cheeks. Angry and sad, you try to grab at him, to hit him, to push him, whatever it takes to just keep him here with you.

“You know we can’t stay like this. You need to move forward, to enjoy your future. I won’t change, I’m not even really here. I will only hold you back if I stay. I have to see what’s next. I’m not afraid anymore. You gave me courage” His smile doesn’t reach his teary eyes.

“But it’s unfair, you helped me so much” You sob, your tired arms falling to your sides.

“You heart is too tender for this world. But it is not a bad thing. You are a good person. You help people” Hitoshi’s voice is harder and harder to hear, slowly becoming a low whisper. “Live for the two of us. Enjoy. I wish we had met earlier but if at least I could help you so you wouldn’t end up like me, I’m glad. I’m glad I met you. Live long and live well… ” You can’t see his legs anymore, and his waist is starting to evaporated into the air, like he never existed.

You’re powerless. From the beginning you were powerless. You hate that he was given to you and that now he’s taken from you. God, spirits, the devil, you despise whoever put you through these wonderful moments just to rob you of them. You despise the guys who had Hitoshi killed…. But amongst the pain and sorrow, you manage to tell him the most important thing. The thing you don’t regret.

“I love you” You cry, and the look of surprise on his face is blurred by his fading contours and the tears streaming down your face.

His amethyst eyes widen before they soften. He forces one last smile for you and if his last words are barely an echo of a noise, you’ll never forget them “I would have loved you too”

In front of you there’s nothing but empty air. Around you the only sound is that of silence. You fall to your knees and cry your heart out for him.

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The next day, you call in sick. You don’t want to do anything, don’t want to see anyone. You leave Kagura’s worried messages on ‘unread’. You rummage through your trash can, looking for the pills, but they’re long gone.

The next week, you at least take a shower before going to work, your only intention being to steal the pills again. At night, the bottle in hand, you look yourself into the mirror. Dark bags under your eyes, pale skin and untended hair… you look like shit. You look into that poor girl’s eyes; that poor girl who has her whole life waiting for her. You throw the bottle of pills against the wall with all your force before you start crying again.

The next month. You accept to go out with Kagura. The pain so vivid before is a dull ache that makes you feel numb. You don’t want to do anything, but you let her take you wherever she wants. When she goes to use the bathroom, the bubbly freckled barista comes to have a chat with you. He manages to bring a small smile to your face.

The next year, you’re texting Izuku in the train that brings you to Hitoshi’s hometown. You place white lilies on his grave and pray that he’s in a better place.

Years later, you marry that cute barista who brightens your life like sunshine. When the two of you have children, you make sure to show them they’re not alone and listen to their struggles. You are overjoyed when they become parents too. You keep your job as a nurse until your retire and with your husband and family, you overcome all the smaller troubles that life brings you.

At the end of a full life with no regrets, in your hospital bed, you close your eyes and greet death like an old friend. A tall figure extends a pale hand to you at the end of a tunnel of light. You get closer and find shiny violets eyes wrinkled with the hint of a smile. You take the silhouette’s hand, unafraid.

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shittygaypornmagazine · 1 year

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fav in mha? .plls tell me why too

ohohoho bestie you have started it and I am not fucking stopping. the answer is simple, maybe even a lil too simple, and it ts Shinsou. I am in love with this man. he has me in a literall choke holds since 2018. not ok about him at all. because first of all, he's purple. a major plus, let me tell you that. second of all, grumpy but actually sunshine charcacter type is thriving in him and I am here for it. third, is the whole tragicly dramatic thing about his quirk being not physical. he is literally the first person in the show/manga to make me question the way the hero world works and I have never been the same since. you don't know how many Y/N x Shinshou fics I have written back in the day. I was fucking insane about him. so yeah you might say his my fav.

#I have been repressing my mha phase for so long

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unknees · 2 years

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—The Adults Are Talking

Aizawa Shouta x Haruno Sakura

Chapter 10: The Adults Are Alright

Beta: @flowershinobi

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The clean antiseptic smell of the hospital reminded him of the many trips he’s had here both as a hero and as a teacher.

In his own morbid way, it calmed him, because it also reminded him of her.

“Got used to the hospital yet, Aizawa-sensei?” Hizashi teased him.

He wanted to scoff, but the binding around his neck stopped him from making even the slightest of sounds. It effectively reminded him of why he was there: not for her, but because his beloved student fucked up and somehow wrapped his capture weapon so tightly around his neck that it nearly snapped in two. Like a twig.

“Sensei, I’m so sorry!” Aizawa watched as said student bowed 90 degrees, his whole body shaking. “Shishou told me that my foot hold isn't strong enough yet. I should have listened to her!”

You bet your smartass you should! He thought. Unfortunately, it could only be translated into a sharp glare. He couldn’t even crane his neck without groaning in pain. Pathetic.

“Aizawa Shouta’s number one life lesson is: Sakura is always right. You better drill that into that purple head of yours, Shinsou. Or you might lose your life. Either from missteps or from Sakura herself,” Hizashi explained, finger digging into the crown of Shinsou's head. “I mean, hell. Even I listen to Sakura.”

Shinsou straightened up, his eyes rimmed red. Aizawa felt bad—not really—for letting him try the weapon even though he wasn’t fully ready. He blinked his sympathy away, because he knew, they all knew, that Shinsou didn't have the privilege of taking things slowly. He needed more, he needed the push in order to catch up to class 1-A.

“Shishou would tell you to add more weight, Toshi-nii,” Eri interrupted from her seat on Nemuri’s lap. “She would say, ‘100 laps with the new weight!’”

“That’s a very good rendition of Sakura, Eri-chan. It’s like she’s with us!” Nemuri bounced Eri up and down, and it warmed his heart to see Eri laugh freely.

“Though Shishou would add, ‘Run for your fuck—”

“Ah! Bad words! I’m gonna tell shishou!” Eri said excitedly, finger pointing at the teenager.

“Shut up.” Shinshou leaned toward her across the bed to pinch her cheek.

Aizawa pushed him back when Eri squeaked. He looked at the young boy in warning, watching his cheeks color and eyes widen, if only barely, as though he had forgotten that the rest of his sensei’s body was perfectly functional.

“I’m really sorry, sensei,” he said again, sitting back in his seat with a regretful expression.

This, he thought as he patted the boy's head and gave him a fond smile, this side of him is so Sakura.

“Don’t worry, Shinsou. This is literally nothing,” Nemuri said on his behalf. “He only looks this miserable to get pity from his girlfriend.”

“Yeah. He’s spoiled,” Hizashi added, snickering when Aizawa kicked his ass. “Trust me. He’s one of the toughest men I’ve known. But when Sakura’s around…”

Aizawa covered his face with his hands when the room filled with laughter. He took a peek at Shinsou who was still slouching and looking at him gloomily. Aizawa stretched his hand out, waiting for his student to take it. When Shinsou’s hand—nails chipped and palm blistered, evidence of hard work—found his, Aizawa wrapped it with both his hands, cocooning it.

The action caught Shinsou off guard, and Aizawa chuckled when he noticed that the tips of his ears had reddened in response to the attention. He grinned at him and gave him a thumbs up. I’m alright. It’s okay.

It seemed that Shinsou understood it. He sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing as he smiled back at Aizawa with a nod of understanding.

Aizawa leaned into his pillow, closing his eyes and just quietly enjoying the chit chat around him. He listened as Shinsou opened his can of coffee—Sakura’s favourite brand—and as he breathed in the scent he couldn't help the smile formed on his lips at the realization that his student had picked up one of Sakura's habits.

It calmed him, the reminder that she was here with him in everyone dear to them both. It calmed him.

He opened his eyes sleepily when he felt cold fingers against his scalp. He reached for her hand, kissing her palm before placing it on his chest.

“What happened?” She asked, her free hand hovering over his neck. Dim green lit up the dark hospital room as she healed him.

Once she was done, Aizawa turned to look at her painlessly, as though he hadn’t almost lost his neck hours ago. He kissed her hand again and rasped, “Just a rookie mistake.”

Sakura chuckled as she pulled her kitsune mask off. He had to reign his heart in before it jumped out at the sight of her smiling at him. The outside light reflected on her green eyes prettily as they roved over his body. “The mark on your neck… He got you with your own weapon, huh?” She teased, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Sloppy job, Aizawa-sensei.”

“I’m a patient, Sakura. Don’t you have to talk kindly to ease your patient’s worry?” He pulled her for a kiss and smiled when he tasted coffee on her lips. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” She turned the reading light on, ransacking his duffle bag to grab a clean shirt before she took off her black turtleneck. “God, I hate stalking missions the most,” she complained as she pushed her pants down. “Five days of undercover! Urgh!”

“Uh huh.” Aizawa nodded distractingly, enjoying the sway of her ass.

“I just wanna do a clean one, you know? Chop chop.” She straightened up, turning toward him. Her flushed face looked pretty as she smiled at him and said, “So I can get back home to you.”

He swallowed thickly as he gave her a once over; liking the way his shirt hung off her shoulder and fell right below her bum, giving him the best view of her thighs—strong and lean with muscle.

Aizawa offered her his hand, and kissed the back of hers once their palms met. “It’s been five days.”

“Five long days,” she corrected, rolling her eyes as she climbed up the bed and went on four, trapping him beneath her.

Aizawa looked up at her, admiring the fine freckles that scattered on her cheeks. Her pupils seemed to fill her eyes as she focused solely on him. The attention made him jittery with anticipation.

He crossed one arm under his head and hummed in appreciation.

She was perfect. She might be a walking red flag with the way she talked about stalking and murdering people like she was just reciting a boring list of groceries, but she was perfect and his.

Aizawa smirked when she lowered into him, shuddering as he tenderly caressed the softness of her cheek, down her jaw to her chin. And when she got so close that he could smell the sweet, creamy scent of her coffee on her breath, he pushed his thumb between her parting lips.

She was his. She was his and he wanted to taste her.

“It really has been so long,” he whispered.

Sakura sucked his thumb, eyes never leaving him, and let go with a pop. She leaned down to kiss him. Her body completely laxed on top of his before he kissed the temple of her head. “Comfy?”

“Hmm… Scoot over,” Sakura said instead, pushing him with her hips.

“I’m an injured person,” he grumbled, yet he moved to accommodate her. “This bed is for me to rest.”

She wiggled until she found comfort laying sideways facing him. She sighed, long and heavy, and snuggled into him with her head resting comfortably at the junction of his neck.

Aizawa took a moment to pull her close. Her warm breath fanning against his skin was welcomed. Her warmth was a welcome; proof that she was safe with him. He wrapped his arms around her tighter, grateful.

“You’re home.”

She chuckled as she kissed the underside of his jaw. “We’re in your tiny hospital bed, idiot.”

He kissed the top of her head, inhaling the remnant scent of her sweet shampoo. It was all so comforting. “In a hospital bed, on a tree, whatever. As long as we’re together, we’re home.”

She was home.

He chuckled when he felt her lips tickle his neck with a lazy kiss as she sleepily mumbled, “Mhmm. Comfy home,”—she yawned—“You know when you get loopy tired? Yeah. That. I feel like I’m so out of it. Like I’m drunk. I’ve been literally running on adrenaline and coffee since last night.”

“Sleep then,” he said sternly, his hand snuck under her—his—shirt, and roamed freely upon her bare skin. He had missed her. “Have a good rest so you can join my morning run tomorrow. The kids grow so fast it’s fucking insane. Can’t let them outdo their sensei now.”

Sakura giggled, angling her head to catch his lips. “Hmm. I have no complaints. So far your stamina has been amazing.”

“Oh?”

“Mhmm.” Her fingers traced the hardness of his chest down to his abs and stopped right over his waistline. “Especially when you have my legs on your shoulders and you just keep pushing them down and squeezing me? Mhmm.”

“Oh my god!” Shinsou’s panicked scream interrupted their quiet moment. Aizawa sighed and Sakura turned to hide her pink face against his chest, pulling the blanket to cover her exposed legs. He squeezed her waist once before he turned to look at the two kids standing at the doorway.

Eri tugged on Shinsou’s shirt. Her eyebrows furrowed as she disappointedly scolded him, “Toshi-nii. You shouldn’t interrupt when the adults are talking.”

“They’re not talking! They’re smooching!”

“Shinsou,” Aizawa said at the same time as Sakura yelled, “Shut up!”

“What is smooching?” Eri asked, eyes darting between her brother and the two adults.

“Listen,” Shinsou started, squatting down to her eye level, “smooching is when two adults—”

“Shinsou,” Aizawa cut his explanation short. “Be a good brother and don’t teach her unnecessary stuff.”

“But I wanna know,” Eri said, crossing her arms.

Sakura looked up at him, grinning and mouthing, ‘Good luck, daddy.’

He rolled his eyes and kissed her forehead one more time before he waved his hand to call the kids over.

“Smooching, as Shinsou put it, is when two adults show their love for each other,” he answered casually once Eri climbed up the bed. Shinsou took a seat in front of Sakura, greeting her half-heartedly and receiving a pinch on his cheek as a reply.

“Where did you guys go, anyway? It’s late,” he asked, patting Eri’s head. He caught the familiar strawberry smell of her hair and smiled.

“Eri wanted to try the mango juice. The closest vending machine was out of stock so we had to walk to the one at the corner,” Shinsou answered. “Yamada-sensei called. Said his work is almost done and will be picking us up in five.”

“You’re not staying the night?” Sakura asked, leaning over Aizawa to comb Eri’s hair with her fingers. “Do you like the shampoo, Eri-chan?”

“I love it! It’s pink like your hair, shishou!” She nodded in excitement. “Also, Yamada-san said I have a tutor tomorrow morning. So I have to wake up early. Toshi-nii has school, too.”

“Aww. That’s too bad. I missed you guys.” She pouted, her chin resting on his chest. Aizawa placed his hand on her head.

“Yeah nah. Not when you guys are inseparable like this,” Shinsou said, looking at them appalled. “Gross. Eri, get down off the bed. We don’t know what has transpired here.”

“It’s the hospital, Toshi! Have respect!” Sakura turned to him, flicking his forehead. “My god. I leave for five days and you’re already annoying like Shouta.”

“Dead fish eyes,” Eri added, giggling.

“See? Even Eri-chan gets it. Good observation, baby.”

Aizawa relaxed, his hand brushing Sakura’s hair idly. It was weird, having people other than Sakura with him now. It should be weird. But when he watched them teasing and joking together, he realized he wanted more of this.

“You kids ready?” Hizashi called them from the door. “Come. Leave the adults alone. It’s been five unbearable days for Shouta.”

“Shut up,” Aizawa said, rolling his eyes at his friend as he lifted Eri up off the bed and placed her on the floor. “Have a good rest, you two. Thank you for coming.”

“Let’s have dinner this weekend, ‘kay? Hizashi promised me a fancy dinner for being number 51 in the hero rankings.” Sakura sat up and winked at the kids as Hizashi loudly wailed, ‘Noooo!’ “We can have a bubble bath together, Eri-chan!”

A smile quirked the corners of Aizawa’s mouth as Eri ran around to Sakura’s side of the bed, his fingers at the small of Sakura’s back as she got pulled into a hug by Eri’s little arms.

“Yes, please!” Eri said excitedly, laughing happily when Sakura wrapped an arm around her waist and scooped her up for a better hug. “I missed you, shishou. I’m so glad you’re back safe and sound.”

“Awww! Eri-chan!” Sakura peppered the little girl’s face with kisses as she put her back onto the floor. “Now go get a good sleep. Wake up early tomorrow and show the tutor hell!”

“Sakura,” Aizawa warned.

“In a good way! A fiery spirit to learn!” She corrected, trying to placate him by fluttering her eyelashes.

Cute.

“Okay!” Eri said in high spirit, running toward Hizashi. “I’ll show them!”

Shinsou sighed as he stood up, walking backward to the door. “See you soon, shishou. You have a good rest, too. Your eyebags are showing.”

“Shut your smart mouth, Toshi! 100 laps!” She yelled as he turned back, waving his hand cooly at them before he closed the door.

The room quietened down again once they all left. Sakura turned the reading light off and nuzzled into him. “I’m gonna beat his ass, I swear.”

Aizawa laughed, slipping his hand back under her shirt and running his fingers up and down against her back. “Please do. I’m planning to include him in the hero classes joint training next week.”

“Oh? The Principal approved his transfer?”

“Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully, “Depends on the outcome of the training. I feel like it’s a done deal. Just need to show the heroes that he deserves the transfer, you know?”

“Yeah.” She kissed the side of his neck. “I miss you so much, baby.”

“I miss you, too.” He leaned down to kiss her. “The kids were a big help.”

“Oh?”

“Did you know Shinsou is also addicted to the cheap coffee that you love so much?”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He chuckled, pulling her close. “It’s weird. But everytime I see him drinking it, it reminds me of you. And somehow, you being away felt a bit, just a little bit, bearable.”

She wiggled up so she could look at him eye to eye. “Yeah?”

“And Eri, too. With her strawberry shampoo,”—Sakura giggled—“very excessive, not gonna lie—”

“A hero with a strong distinctive smell? Tut tut.”

“Not very practical, shishou.” He agreed, joining in her laughter. “It’s familiar. Everything with them is so familiar to me. It’s like you never left. And it calmed me.”

Sakura stared at him in adoration. Her lips slowly stretched into a fond smile. He missed this. A late night that belonged to them alone. A night shared after days apart from each other. He wasn't sure how he'd managed to survive before this. He missed this. He missed her.

“I miss you so much,” he voiced out his thought, “I miss you. And I’m glad we have this small family together.”

She seemed taken aback by the sudden admittance. Her eyes widened and he watched in amusement as her cheeks instantly reddened. She tried to hide under her hair, but Aizawa stopped her.

He brushed the stray locks behind her ear, and wrapped his fingers around her forearm when she tried to hide behind her hand instead. She looked up at him then, gaze wondrous, and he felt his heart beat steadily in his chest as though she alone was responsible for his peace. It was an amusing thought, because she was also responsible for the flurry of emotion that overtook him when she was around.

Her green eyes continued to catch the faint light of his hospital room, twinkling like stars and spurring him to bring her wrist up to his mouth. He kissed her inner wrist before placing her arm on his chest.

"You're beautiful,” he said earnestly, enraptured.

Sakura snorted—pink cheeks and bashful—as she tried to free her hand off him, but he wouldn’t budge. He wouldn’t let go.

“I love you,” he whispered. They had said it to each other so many times, but it never ceased the fluttering feelings in his heart. “I think it’s no secret that I’d love to have this small family with you. Officially.”

“Officially?”

“Yeah.” He leaned into her closer, breathing her in. “You, me, Shinsou, and Eri. Living together in one house. Like a proper family. In Nara. With a small garden so we can spend our days lazing around during summer, eating watermelon. Then at night, we can barbecue. Hizashi will come with beers, and Nemuri can bring some expensive seasonal fruits.”

Sakura chuckled. He wiped a stray tear from the corner of her eye. “You’ve thought about it all, I see.”

“Baby, our future together is all I’ve been thinking about ever since I realized how I’m knee-deep into you.”

“Just knee-deep?”

“Fine,” he smiled, sleepily and fondly as he continued to admire her. “I’m up to my fucking eyeballs.”

She smiled back at him, kissing the tip of his nose. “You’re supposed to catch villains, Eraserhead-san. Not feelings.”

“Eh.” He shrugged and kissed her eye. “Caught and never letting you go.”

“God, you’re a sap,” she teased, laughing when he peppered her face with kisses. “So annoying!”

He pulled back, smiling stupidly when Sakura rolled her eyes before giving him a long kiss and muttered against his lips, “Thank you.”

“For what?” He asked, sighing in contentment when she kissed him again.

“For this life,” she said, “for taking care of me, staying by my side.” He leaned into her touch when she placed her hand on his cheek. “For giving me a family.

“I think,” she inhaled whilst he held his breath, “I think I’d like that. Being official and all.”

“Yeah?” He whispered. His hand was trembling when he pulled her impossibly closer, resting his forehead on hers. “You’d like that? Living the rest of your life with me and the two annoying kids?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Shouta.” She laughed wetly. Aizawa smooshed her cheeks together and watched as she tried her best to hold her tears back. “I’d love to spend my future with you. Honestly, just look at today. I’ve only been away for five days and you already had your neck snapped by your own kid. Really, Shouta. What would you do without me?”

“I’d die,” he said, grinning like a cat. “I guess it’s only logical, huh?”

“Mhmm. It’s only wise. So,” she smiled and his heart soared, “I guess it’s decided.”

He kissed her. He kissed her over and over again until they both were covered with tears and snots and nothing but pure happiness and love.

He loved her. And it was so familiar that it felt like he had been in love with her since the moment he’d seen her: for six years, seven months, and 24 days. Maybe he had. Maybe he hadn’t. But one thing he was sure about was that he would kill to protect their future together. Villains or not.

Yeah, he thought, we’ll be alright.

prev // final

#bnha #mha #aizawa shouta #aizawa fics #haruno sakura #sakura fics #naruto #eraserhead #crossover #bnha x naruto #sakuzawa #taat19 #taat

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warship005 · 1 year

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A / N / T

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs)

The ships I tend to like the most in fandoms are rarepairs because they give me the opportunity to do whatever I want with the characters since not many people care about the ship.

I like Spinner x Shigaraki from MHA but that one was obvious. And also most variations of Deku x UA student (like Uraraka, Shinshou, Tokoyami, Monoma, etc). Not all of those are rare pairs, but they ain't that popular either, and this is about ships I like so.

I like Edric x Hunter from TOH, mostly because it was such a random ship to come up. Hunter didn't even have a name yet! He was just the Golden Guard and people already pointed him toward Edric. I guess you could say I ship Edric x Golden Guard since the character we first saw is much different from the Hunter we currently have.

That's for the stuff I adore currently.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

Honestly there's nothing in particular I could say, that hasn't already been mentioned in many many posts about media literacy in fandoms.

I do wish my rare pairs were more popular tho :,D

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

That after the MLA fight during the MVA arc of MHA (really wanted to type that hehe) Spinner was the one who took care of Shigaraki, to some extent.

He was the one who helped him out of that crater after he has beaten up Redestro, the one who carried him to some hospital or place to treat his wounds, the one who found Nana's hand and gave it back to Shigaraki.

It would explain how he knew the hand survived anyway. Toga, despite being unconscious for the fight, knew the hands were destroyed so someone explained to the LOV what happened, but Spinner is the one who knew a hand was spared.

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001: bnha, 003: Tomura

(Ik kinda obvious ┐(ﾟ～ﾟ )┌ but mb ppl will then try asking about others!)

Haha yeah, we'll see!

001:

Favorite character: Tomura, naturally. Also I really like Aizawa too

Least Favorite character: it tends to change between certain characters but rn its Hawks. There's a long and actually complicated story on how he ended up on that list as, unlike others on it I started on neutral grounds with him lol (which is an achievement tbh. Its not easy to get me to go from 'neutral' to 'don't wanna see this one on screen' lmao)

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): I don't really have many? I only count those where I can't really see the characters with anyone else but each other typically, soo..Shigadabi, Erasermic, Shinshou x Denki. Pretty much any other ship I might've used on fics I'm neutral on and just used them for the plot.

Character I find most attractive: ehh...I wouldn't use this term necessarily, I'd rather just say the most interesting/fun looking. Tomura. I like how his design tells a story.

Character I would marry: not interested in marriage whatsoever, so no one lol

Character I would be best friends with: No idea, realistically speaking, maybe Aizawa? We're both tired and powered by coffee lol

a random thought: bnha's writingis kinda bizarre to me, where it feels like the quality goes up and down depending on which characters are focused on. I also sometimes feel like seinen woulda been better genre for Horikoshi's story lol

An unpopular opinion: I'm not one to have those much? Maybe not liking Hawks is one lol

my canon OTP: is there even any?

Non-canon OTP: Shigadabi obviously

most badass character: ....I have to admit. AFO. He's so over the top evil its kinda impressive at this point. Like..."Dude what in the flying FUCK is wrong with you???" (At this point he feels more like an evil force of nature than 'just' a supervillain lol)

pairing I am not a fan of: Dabihawks

character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): lot of the female character writing isn't the best and very one note, tho its kinda typical for shonen so I wasn't exactly surprised

favourite friendship: canon? Mic & Aizawa, Tomura & Spinner. Non canon? Izuku & Tomura

character I want to adopt or be adopted by: I wanna adopt the entire league and kick AFO to the curb lol. If I have to pick just one tho...again, obviously little Tenko

003: (just realized a lot at the end will get a 'none' answers lol)

How I feel about this character: Tomura is such well written character, to the point he's one of the only things still keeping me reading the manga. Without him I'd probably lost interest ages ago due to how uninteresting I sometimes find the hero side writing....

All the people I ship romantically with this character: mainly just Dabi

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Brotp in other words? Canon, spinner, non canon, Izuku

My unpopular opinion about this character: I'm not really a person to have these like said? Maybe I feel like he's a little underrated, but that's all so subjective.....idk

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: On one hand, wish a good person had picked him up/AFO had actually been a good parent. On the other, this'd been a very different story, maybe for better, maybe worse, who knows

my het ship: none

my fem/slash ship: Shigadabi

my OTP: ....Shigadabi. wait am I understanding that previous one correctly?

my OT3: none

my crossover ship: I don't much care for crossovers like this? They always feel so awkward to me...(crossing over two fics in the same fandom is a different story, I'm talking about fandom crossovers specifically lol)

my kink: none

a headcanon fact: idk, I dont have anything specific almost ever lol

my gender bend: not my thing. Also tbh I don't quite understand the question?

link to the ask game below:

#Ask game #Answered anon #Bnha #shigaraki tomura

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refriedweeb · 4 years

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LET ME SANCTIFY YOUR BODY (SHINSOU + PLUS SIZED READER 18+)

A/N: refriedweeb here my little chickadees. Here’s another plus size reader one for all my beautiful thick babes out there. I’ve started hardcore sipping over everyone’s fave emo boy (who I always thought would prefer a thicker girl bc it just screams at you he would be) not responsible for any emotional trauma caused. ALSO, I used the same quirk from the Hawks’ series I have going on don’t judge me it’s honestly my favorite quirk I’ve thought up (and totally not bc I'm self-inserting) also if anyone draws y/n/me/yourself in this hero costume y/n chooses I'd die bc I think it’s so incredible

Prompt: Your hero agency has been pressuring you into a more scant, sexually appealing hero costume. Though you’re a hero, you’re still coming to accept your body and feel that the new costume they’ve put you in is anything but. Your boyfriend has other thoughts.

Tags/Warnings: body worship, oral, sex, spanking, shinsou being an absolute god

Word Count: 6,009

You stared at yourself in the reflection of the mirror in your bedroom. It’d been a long, exhausting past couple of weeks between you and the hero agency you worked for. They were insistent on changing up your hero costume, eager to add some sex appeal and tighter material around the assets that made you such a ‘feast’ as they called it. You were fuller figured, plump in spots that other female heroes weren’t. Your curves had caught the eye of the media surrounding the hero discourse, and you’d become something of a source of body positivity for the public. It wasn’t about your health, rather, but that strength and power came at any size, and a hero didn’t need to look like the heroes of the past in order to do good and be worthy of everything you had in your life. At first you’d been a little skeptical, sure that the other shoe was going to drop and you were going to be shunned for the tummy you had, the thickness of thighs that made you look ‘more beautiful than Venus being born’ according to one of the magazines that had commented on your body.

However, you hadn’t seen anything wrong with the hero costume you’d been rocking prior to the media’s public obsession with you. It hid the insecurities that you wished to conceal, like that very tummy so many people had started to praise. The dimples in your thighs that showed through in the latex and skin tight material that made up so much of hero costumes. Many designers of said hero costumes had been scrambling to get their designs to your hero agency, practically groveling for you to pick theirs. You’d left that day after your seemingly endless patrol (thankful that nothing out of the ordinary outside of small, petty crimes) had come to an end. But...that didn’t mean the work was over just yet. The agency you worked in had been persistent that you needed to pick a new costume by the end of the week, and it was already Thursday.

Your eyes moved from the mirror to the laid out costumes on the bed. The hero alias you went by was that of Nightmare. Your quirk was an Emitter quirk, and worked in a way that many people had been careful to get within your reach of. Once you activated your quirk, you could raise your target’s worst nightmare into a warped physical reality around them, or at least they perceived it to be a physical reality. What it really was, was a field of false reality with layers so thick it was hard to look through in order to see that it wasn’t real at all. A hallucination of the worst kind. You, much like your boyfriend Shinsou, had been people that your fellow classmates had thought would be best as villains, rather than heroes. People didn’t trust you, didn’t want to get to close to you lest you reach out a hand to their forehead and bring forth their own personal hell.

They wanted to make someone they had once demanded be too dangerous to be a trustworthy hero into a sex symbol. The fleeting thought caused you to snort, your eyes moving back over the costume layout once more. Shinsou hadn't popped around to yours yet, likely still finishing out his own patrol. His opinions might have helped, but you weren’t sure when he’d get to yours and you’d rather get the uncomfortable trial and error of why your body didn’t look right in any of the costumes that had been sent to you over with. That way you could curl up in bed under the sheets and wait for Shinsou’s warm embrace. It’d always managed to make you feel better when you were sure the world hated everything about you. That very reason had been one of the reasons you and Shinsou had bonded so quickly. The world was determined to make you a villain before you’d even had a chance to prove them otherwise. You were each other’s biggest support system, the team cheerleader while you raced to make the world a better place.

What would Nightmare wear? What would the unstoppable, dangerous Nightmare wear? The first costume was definitely not your speed, a deep plum color that was beautiful on its own. Yet, it was cut deep in the back with a half-peplum tiered skirt at the back of your waist. To you, it made you feel like a joke of a circus ring leader, feeling more like an overripe raspberry than a hero worth going toe to toe with. You didn’t have a body like Midnight or Mt. Lady. You were fuller all around, a pooch of a stomach that stuck out more than theirs, thighs that were thicker in muscle and fat then theirs. An ass, that as Shinsou had once said when he was drunk on sake, wouldn’t quit. Once again, you didn’t see anything wrong with the hero costume you had now. It was baggier, yes, allowing you to obscure a body you hadn’t fully come to terms with despite the years of progress you’d made with self-acceptance. Sure, the trench jacket did nothing to show off much of the body you’d worked hard to maintain and love, but it hadn’t been about how good you looked. It’d been about being able to do good and save people from villains. If you’d wanted to be judged for your looks, you would have signed up to be a model. But hero politics were the same politics that existed in every aspect of reality, and you had gotten used to it. It was really only a matter of time that you’d be up next in the line of speculation. The first costume was a hard no, and you peeled yourself out of it already feeling the sinking feeling of defeat as it crawled up into your spine.

The second costume was better in some aspects, worse in others. It was black in color which was much more your speed, with a black mask to match that shielded the top half of your face. Yet, over your bust and over the widest part of your hips ran horizontal white lines, giving the effect of making them appear wider than they were. It wasn’t as if they just ran the front of the costume, either. Traced around your back and your butt, you only felt that sinking feeling grow. You looked wrong, and felt worse. There was no way people actually thought this was going to look good on you, did they? An annoyed sigh passed through your nose, doing one last turn around in the mirror confirmed your thoughts. These people had no idea what would look good on you. The cynical part of you was sure that this was the other shoe dropping. This was some grand joke that you were the punch line of. If you picked any of these costumes you’d be ridiculed for your body just like you’d been when you were a kid. That mere thought sparked tears in your eyes, but you pushed them down. There was one costume left. Though you didn’t have much hope for it.

You were so in your negative thoughts at the moment as you stripped down from the second costume, you hadn’t heard the front door of your place open and close. Nor the sound of shoes being kicked off.

The third costume was by far the most aesthetically pleasing to your tastes. Like Goldilocks and the three bears, it’d been the one you thought would be best. It was a one piece jumpsuit as the rest had been, cut deep in the front and back, low plunges that exposed everything to your naval in the front, and the small curve of your lower back. Though where freshly exposed skin would have been free, black mesh was laid overtop to give the graft appearance. There were winding slits down the long sleeves of the costume, making the mesh look like ropes winding down the length of strong arms and deliciously thick thighs. The mesh at the lower back connected to the beginnings of the mesh at the back of your thighs, lining up with the mesh that curved down from your naval and over your hips to meet up with the front mesh of your thighs. The mesh of the costume was one continuous running line, and you had to admit you liked how it shaped your body. It was tight as the other costumes, and certainly left nothing to the imagination of anyone who’d see you. If you picked this costume, everyone would know what it was you were working with. And that was what they wanted, right? The final costume was by far your favorite, opening and closing the fingerless gloves that had come with it. But were you okay with the world seeing the rest of your body? You didn’t think you were ugly by any means, and hadn’t felt ugly since you were a teenager. But...that didn’t mean the world wouldn’t take that chance to pick you apart if they thought you’d gotten too confident.

You leaned up on your toes, angling to this way and that so you could get a full view of how you’d be seen from all angles. Your hand rolled over the little pooch of your belly, over the curve of your backside into that meshed lower back of the costume. The way your thighs blossomed against the costume, looking strong as hell. In the platformed boots you wore to do hero work, it’d look good. You thought. But was it too risky? Would you look like a joke? Your shoulders sagged in defeat, not sure you had the confidence to pull this off like the world seemed to think you did.

“Well, well...” came that deep drawl of the man you cared so deeply for. You jumped, completely unaware that for the last five minutes you’d been examining yourself in the mirror, that Shinsou had been eyeing you up from his position. Leaned against the frame of the door, hands tucked into his pockets with a shameless look on his face. “These those new hero costumes you were talking about?”

Once you were sure you wouldn’t about faint from the racing of your heart, you nodded. “Yeah, they weren’t that great,” you said and jutted your chin to the ones you’d hung back up on their hangers to be sent back. “Those were the first two options, and they looked...gross on me.” you said, voice dropping as the negative term against yourself left your throat. Shinsou angled a brow upwards question, violet eyes moving over to look at them. He doubted that they looked bad on you, almost disappointed he hadn’t gotten to see your skin slip under that tight material, the way it ran so flush over that body of yours he’d worshipped for so long. For all Shinsou cared, you could be running around in a trash bag and he’d find a way to think you were the most beautiful person in the world. But, one thought he shared in common with you on the first two hero costumes, was that they didn’t speak Nightmare. Your quirk was exceptional, like his in a way. It needed something as equally daring, as enticing as you were.

“I doubt that...” Shinsou strolled over to look at them, running the fabric of the raspberry suit between thumb and forefinger. “But they’re not you. They’re too tame for you.” the comment was innocent enough, but your mouth dried up at it. Sunken eyes moved over to look at you once more in that black suit number, one that he found himself to be a growing fan of. “What about that one?” His expression was hungry as he dragged his gaze up and down your body, over the curves showed off so freely.

Shinsou had never had an issue with your body. Rather, he preferred a partner that was on the thicker side to begin with. He liked being able to feel you in his hands without worry about hurting you too much. Your skin was a comfort to him, the way you were soft and plush drove him up a fucking wall. He might not have been the biggest fan of public affection, but when it was just the two of you he couldn’t keep his greedy hands off you. And how could he? Even in that moment, his fingers twitched with the carnal need to have your flesh under the pads of his fingers.

“It’s definitely the best of the bunch.” You shrugged, hand running down the shape of your belly once more, your mind still stuck on whether or not it was going to get you ridiculed. “I just don’t...I think it’s too much. I don’t think...” you trailed off. “I don’t know if I look good in it.”

The sound of a snort from behind you had you meeting Shinsou’s gaze through the mirror. He wore an incredulous expression as if you’d just claimed that there was no such thing as gravity. He shook his head and approached you slowly. “You’re kidding, right?” Shinsou stood behind you, his chin resting on the top of your head. His body was pressed flush against yours, and you could feel the half-hard length of him pressed against your backside. “You don’t think you look amazing in this, (Y/N)?”

A blush hit your cheeks as his hands rested on your shoulders. “It’s not that, Shi. I just don’t...I guess...I don’t think people will want to see me like this. So...exposed.” Being sexy wasn’t the problem here. It was how others would see you and if they’d take the same thought away that the agency had, that Shinsou had, that some of the media had about you. You could take being ridiculed for your ability to act as an hero, if you messed up on the job or anything like that. Those criticisms pertained to your ability to help and change the world, and nothing to do with your physical appearance. Changing your hero costume would open up that path to criticisms about your appearance that had never been there before.

“Ah...so that’s it.” Without having to say much, Shinsou understood where your mindset was. He sighed, feeling somewhat guilty. Had he not shown you how beautiful you were each time he settled his mouth or his cock between your thighs? Had he not told you how you were the only person who was ever going to have his eye whether you were dolled up in a face full of makeup or drooling while you slept? The last thing he wanted for you to feel about yourself was inadequate because of how much you weighed or what your body looked like. He knew it wasn’t for him to decide, that only you could determine your self-worth, but you were perfect for him. And if he was selfless enough to let the world see you how he saw you, he would in a heartbeat. But just because he wanted the world to see it, didn’t mean he was a fan of sharing. Timidly, you met his indigo gaze through the mirror’s reflection. “Here’s what I think, kitten.”

A chill ran down your spine as his fingers started to ghost over your shoulders. “I think...” He slowed his movements, tracing the seam where mesh met spandex, Shinsou’s eyes narrowed as they followed where his fingers met. They ended at the inner point of the V that formed the front of a potentially new costume. Goosebumps erupted over your skin wherever his fingers trailed, and all you could do was watch in the mirror as his head came to rest on your shoulder, doing the same. “This looks downright sinful...” his fingers moved back up the V of the spandex material, only to pause as his fingers cupped the fullness of your breasts, thumbs whispering over piqued nipples. He hovered there for a moment, tracing circles around them as you shivered against the well defined muscle of his chest. “Not a thing left to the imagination...” Shinsou murmured, taking as his hands swept over the top of your chest to your shoulders, slowly down your arms. The winding tightness between your thighs had started, and he’d only been gentle with you so far. His thumbs moved along your inner forearm, traced circles along the sensitive part of your inner wrist before they flowed back up the length of your arms, returning to your breasts where he pulled and teased once more. “You’re telling me I might have to share this with the public...”

Shinsou’s eyes, a beautiful shade of setting sun, were narrowed as his hands traveled down the mesh material of your stomach once more. His fingers spread as he traced your belly, fingers bent just slightly so you felt the drag of his fingertips through the material of the suit. It was just a prototype, after all. The real work effectiveness of the suit would be put in place if you agreed to have it. At the sensation of his nails scratching along your stomach, your thighs turned inwards, backside pressing in against a growing erection. It only caused Shinsou to smile that smarmy smirk that had caught your attention all those years ago at UA. “You’re telling me everyone’s going to get to see this goddess body I get to claim night after night...” Shinsou continued, pulling the soft pudge of your skin in his hands as he raked them to the side to grip your hips. Those fucking hips. His fingers dug in sharper there, knowing your skin could handle it. So full, so fucking lush. “Hell, kitty, you might just raise the crime rate because everyone wants to see you in this costume...” He released his iron grip on your hips, hands sweeping towards your backside to grab at the bountiful ass you had. How it drove him up a fucking wall to see how it bounced against his hips when he took you from behind. “You have no idea...” Shinsou paused to pull up the legs of his pants before he squatted down to his knees, his hands still on your ass.

“How fucking good you look in this...” You were speechless as he continued to knead at your ass, giving that plump backside of yours a soft slap that sounded through the room. He worshipped your body day in and day out, and had simply no problem letting you know how much he loved every square inch of it. Shinsou let out a low hum. His hands continued their march, coming to cup the lower part of your ass in his hands. He was greedy when it came to this, the best fucking handful and then some any god could have given him. “Your ass looks so fucking good...” he whispered, side of his face nuzzled up against the curve of your thigh. One hand slipped from the grip it has on your backside, slipping between your thighs. An idle thumb swept through your lips, so thick and full that when he ate you out he simply rested his head there. A sharp gasp escaped you, rolling into the touch that ended before it’d even begin. This didn’t go unnoticed by Shinsou, that devilish smile there once more. “And these fucking thighs...” he whispered, his second hand repeated that sinful sweeping motion between your legs, his hands gripping your inner thighs, slowing pulling them apart. All the while, you watched through the mirror, his eyes zeroed in on the puffy mound of your pussy that seemed particularly swollen in that jumpsuit. “These fucking thighs that I love to have wrapped around my head...” Shinsou turned in so his nose was pressed against your left thigh, his teeth soon enough caught the material of the jumpsuit between them and pulled it back from your supple skin. A moment later, a sharp snap hit the air as it slapped back against your skin, causing you to squirm. “You’re telling me the world is gonna know how fucking delicious these thighs are...”

He wasn’t the jealous sort, Shinsou. He knew that you wouldn’t be with him if you didn’t want to be. That you came home to every night because you wanted to. In that sense he was secure in his relationship with you. But he wanted to make it astoundingly clear to you just how beautiful your body was, and how everyone else in the world who had their head screwed on tight enough was going to see it too. He was hungry to devour you in that suit right there, to fuck you and mark you so greedily so that the world would know his mark on you, but this wasn’t about him or his selfish wants. This was about making you feel like the strongest, sexiest, most powerful woman on the entire earth. And based off the heat he was feeling so close to his hands that gripped your thighs, his mission was working. He hummed, digging his fingers into your skin. “I could spend hours on your skin, kitten.” he murmured, his nose inching up the length of your thigh to where it curved, the crease of hip into thigh his goal. “Kissing it all over, tasting all of you...” you squirmed as Shinsou shifted on the ground slightly, so that he knelt in front of you. The sight of him looking up at you, sunken eyes dark with lust, made your waver on your knees. It was next to holy imagery, his legs spread wide, hands gripping your thighs for purchase as if he didn’t, he’d disappear entirely. “You gonna let me taste you, kitten?”

Shinsou didn’t wait for your answer, moving on his own agenda. He leaned forward into that sweet, tantalizing mound of yours. His nose burrowed in, hands moving up to grip your hips as he pulled you in against him. The flat of his tongue slipped over the clothed length of your cunt, warmth radiating against the sweetness of your pussy as he pulled your thighs apart for him. You moaned out his name, the action he took so simple but enough to threaten you over the cliff. Shinsou had only touched you, slow and measured at that, and this was the first he’d put a hand or tongue where you needed him most. The fabric that had been between your legs was in his mouth, Shinsou sucking on the fabric there to get as much of you in his mouth that had already escaped you while he’d been busy touching you. The fabric fell from his mouth when he was done, slapping against your heat and causing you to jolt forward. Your fingers found themselves wound through the thick tendrils of indigo hair, balancing as he smiled up at you with his head tipped to the side. The look was downright bastardly, and you tugged on his hair. “Don’t tease me,” you said, breathless.

“No teasing here, baby...” Shinsou breathed, pausing to blow hot air against your sex. “I want to make my girl feel good,” while he spoke, he stroked his middle and index finger up and down the slit of your cunt, pushing in slightly so the fabric dipped in your glaze. “I want to make you feel good about this fucking body I intend to destroy...” He sounded so bored as he played with your pussy that it only drove you crazier. You knew from the bulge in his pants that he was far from bored, but how nonchalant he could be while he was winding that coil of an orgasm tighter and tighter inside of you could have pushed you over the edge. “I want to take my time getting you there...”

You mewled, rocking against his fingers as they slipped back and forth, agonizingly slow in their rhythm. Shinsou had never been a fan of when you doubted yourself or your abilities, your worth and your beauty. This wasn’t exactly what he would have called a punishment, rather a reminder that there wasn’t a single part of you that he would want to change about you, and that you should have felt the same. He worshipped you, every second of every day. Frankly, in his eyes, there wasn’t enough hours in the day to give thanks to whatever deities were out there that created the fucking perfect version of yourself that was stood over him currently. “Sit on my face, kitten.” he drawled, eyes raking upwards over those delicious curves of your body, the thickness of your skin so plump, until he was looking into your eyes. “Let me taste you.”

With the way he’s looking at you, you know you don’t stand a chance of saying no. “Yes,” you rasped out, Shinsou’s hands soothing you as they smoothed up and down your thighs. You took a step back from him, Shinsou staying where he was, frozen as he watched you pull down the suit.

It was like a work of art, his cock hardening as you pulled the front of it down, exposing your mounds of flesh, nipples piqued and flushed from when he’d been teasing them earlier. As the black material folded over your arms, exposing soft skin he ached to get his hands on. Down over your midsection, exposing the little roll over your belly that had his mouth watering. “You look so fucking beautiful,” his voice had hollowed out, thick with need to have your thighs practically suffocating him. He watched the blush deepen on your cheeks, only serving to make him grow harder. His eyes snapped back as the skintight material rolled over your hips and his cock twitched. The way your skin pushed out, full and so fucking desirable from the spandex material sent him over the edge. And then there it was. That glistening pussy with the softest patch of hair extending up towards your naval, a landing strip you’d called it once. Shinsou couldn’t help himself as he reached up to his mouth and ran his index finger over the swell of his bottom lip. He could see how wet you were already from the teasing he’d put you through, how your glaze seeped onto the thighs you’d pushed together. He was motionless as you slowly rolled the jumpsuit the rest of the way, over the curve of thighs into calves, finally at those fucking ankles he rather enjoyed having up by his face when he drove into you like a man starved for your fluids.

“You look so fucking tasty, kitten.” he whispered, settled onto his back. Not once had his eyes left yours. “Let me have you, please.” The please and desperation in his voice caused you to squeeze your thighs together again, and he moaned. But you indulged him once he’d taken his shirt off, your eyes directly tracing the spattering of indigo chest hair that lead a thin trail to his naval, the patch at his waist thickening as it disappeared below his pants. Slowly, you lowered yourself until you were sat on his chest. The slickness that spread on his chest from your cunt caused Shinsou to moan as his hands wrapped around your thighs once more, spreading you so he was face to face with that precious cunt he called his. “Gonna make you feel real good, baby.” he said and pulled you forward so that your thighs were pressed in against either side of his head. When he spoke next, the breath he exhaled was right against your heat. “The world’s prettiest cunt, all mine...” Shinsou’s chuckle had you fisting your hands. “One thing I won’t share...”

And then he dived in, having dessert before he’d even had dinner. He’d been aching to get his mouth on your cunt since he’d seen that swollen mound of the hero suit you’d tried on. Now that he had it, he was going to ravage you until you were begging him to stop. His nose pressed in against your mouth, hands spreading your legs further as he lapped noisily against your wet pussy. You were so wet for him already, his tongue lapping up those juices only spurred you to drip more. He was always sloppy when he ate you out, simply because Shinsou wanted to have as much of you on him as possible. You tasted like honey, like a lazy Sunday morning, like the feeling of victory. He slurped and suckled, his teeth grazing over your clit as you found the rhythm of his tongue and started rocking against him. Soon enough the sounds that filled your bedroom were the wet, sloppy noises of Shinsou eating you out, and you whispering his name like a prayer as he suckled on your clit with feral need. His face was slick with your silk glaze, running down his chin and onto his neck, the floor underneath him. But frankly, he didn’t give a fuck. Your thighs had done what he’d hoped they would, squeezing and flexing against his head as he played with and teased your clit. Shinsou could hardly breathe, but if this was how he was supposed to go, he certainly didn’t mind.

He’d started to flick and circle, traced his tongue around your bundle of nerves faster, and you started to ride his face harder. It was a chase to your orgasm, and just before you reached that finish line, he stopped. A desperate whine escaped you, writhing in an attempt to get back on his tongue and finish out your eye. Except, Shinsou was hiking one leg over his shoulder so that you were off his chest entirely. You whined once more, your core throbbing at how wet his face was. “You taste like fucking heaven...” he groaned as he wiped his fingers over his face, coating his hand in all your silk. Then, he undid the button of his pants, the zipper. And as you adjusted yourself with legs spread, you saw the brilliant pink tip of his cock, dripping pre-cum as he sprung free. You whimpered, desperate to be full once more and to reach your orgasm. Shinsou eyed you up, taking the wetness of your slick from his face in his hand and pumping himself as he came to rest between your thighs once more.

“I want to cum,” you groaned as you reached out, fingers ghosting through the curls of the violet hair around the base of his cock. Shinsou pried your fingers away, returning it to where it’d been beside your head.

“I’m gonna let you, kitten.” he said, as he continued to coat himself in your silken drip. First, he wanted to take a mental picture of how fucking good you looked on the floor. Hair fanned out around your head, your cheeks flushed, eyes blown wide with lust. The rapid rise and fall of your chest, your divine breasts moving with each movement. On your back, you were subject to his mercy. The only plan Shinsou had was to make you cum, to make you realize how fucking incredible you were. “You feel good for me?” he asked as he pulled you close to him by the legs, leaning over so that he could hike them up over his shoulders.

You nodded, any of the previous doubts about your body and how you looked quieted as you watched Shinsou turn his head to the side and nip at your ankle. “You’re so fucking perfect. These fucking legs drive me wild every time, kitten.” You felt Shinsou pressed up against the entrance of your cunt, feeling him leak onto your slip. “I don’t ever want you to feel bad about yourself when you look so good.” He was slow as he pushed into you, feeling the stretch around his cock as you moaned out his name. “Your body is fucking perfect,” he said through gritted teeth as he propped himself up on his forearms, leaned in over you so that violet hair hung over your face. Once he started thrusting, he was slow, hitting deep against your walls.

“This tummy is so fucking beautiful,” he groaned as your walls clamped around him once he picked up pace. “Feels so fuckin-nngh,” he sputtered, your feet locked behind his neck. “So good to rest on.” His pace quickened again, purple shaded eyes dropping to your breasts as they bounced in time with his thrusts. “These fucking breasts,” he grunted. You whimpered as you felt that mounting wave of your high start to climb again. “So fucking hypnotizing to watch while I fuck you,” he hissed, your hands braced against his muscled biceps as his pace started to turn sloppy. Your nails dug in, and Shinsou tossed his head back as he hit the final turn.

When he looked back down at you, there was carnal need in his eyes. “These fucking lips,” he moaned, leaning down to capture your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss that left behind traces of your cunt. “I can’t get enough, kitten...” His tongue ravaged the rows of your teeth, lapped against your tongue as he fought to taste every part of you could. You were at the climax of that wave mounted in your heat, and you moaned his name, the only indicator he needed of to hurry the fuck up. He started to fuck harder into you to the point where bruises were likely to blossom against where his skin slapped against yours. “That’s it, kitten, that’s it.” he cooed, listening to the mewls falling past your lips as you started to spill over, the wet sound of sex filling the room louder than it had been.

Shinsou leaned back just slightly and returned his hand to your clit, the final push you needed as he paid it loving attention. You came undone around his cock and thumb, the shuddering orgasm ripping through you as you cried out his name. Your legs spasmed, squeezing against once more as he followed after you moments later, spilling hot ribbons of cum inside you. He continued to thrust after he’d come, emptying whatever remains he had until he was empty and spent. Breathless, Shinsou flopped against your chest. His head rested against your breast, moving in time with your rapid breaths that mirrored his own. His thumbs traced loving circles over your hips, his cock soft inside you but Shinsou not wanting to leave you aching and empty of him just yet. “That’s my good girl,” he rasped, swallowing heavily.

Your hands raked through the thick wave of indigo hair, gentle as you combed through it. Words and thoughts were out of your functionality for a passage of time, but when you finally remembered how to do both, you asked a simple question. One that you really already knew the answer to, no longer abashed about how it hugged the curves of your body, just another indicator that you were human. After how much attention Shinsou had dedicated to your body, you almost felt silly for having felt insecure to begin with. “The black suit?”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the breast opposite the one he was slumped on. Shinsou turned his head slightly so that he could look at you, admire all that you were. And what you were to him was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life making feel that good about herself, about her place in the world. However he had to do that, he would. It was only right because you had supported him through so much and had never asked for anything in return. You were the only person who had ever looked at him like he was normal, like he wasn’t some type of freak. And he’d done the same for you when you’d both attended UA. As far as he was concerned, the only forever he needed was right there, pressed up against his naked body. Shinsou’s grin was lopsided and he nodded. “The black one.”

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katsuki-cutie · 4 years

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Forever And Ever

Genre - Yandere / Angst

Warnings - Yandere / Manipulation / Toxic Relationship / Really angsty / Sad Reader :(

Summary - Shinsou finally gets you all to himself. Forever.

Authors notes - ahhhh i Know this is so dark for my first thing about him but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head! Sorry for my little break yesterday, I had a few things to get done unfortunately and I’m working on several projects for this blog ahhh! Some surprises when we hit 100 followers which I’m so excited about! ☺️💗 this is also super short but I wanted to make some short and - not so sweet.

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“It’s okay kitty, you don’t need to cry anymore, let me take care of you” Shinso whispered the words into your ear as he stroked your back. “The world isn’t built for people like you” He pressed a kiss to your temple, “if you stay with me, I can make it all go away... all of this pain”

“For real?” You sniffled, hot tears staining your face and stinging your eyes. “You can make it stop, like ... forever?” Shinso let out a breathy chuckle, a smirk on his face.

“For you, my little kitten, I’ll make it so that it won’t ever come back - you just need to trust me okay?”

Slowly you nodded, eyes looking at the floor.

“They didn’t deserve you anyway sweetheart” He sighs, pulling you into his lap, letting you muzzle your head into his chest.

He grabbed your phone, pulling up the emails to message your boss.

With now no job. No more friends. No contact to family. You had no reason to leave him. Not even for a minute. He could keep you home, safe, with him. Forever.

It’s not like you suspected him or anything. I’m fact the cute way you would run to his arms everytime something bad happened.

He didn’t make youre friends leave you, he only told them how much you disliked them,he only mentioned about the fact that you’d told him all their dirty secrets and didn’t want to talk to them.

Same with your job. He didn’t mean to send those pictures to your boss. He didn’t mean to complain about you every chance he got. And he certainly didn’t mean to set up rumours around your workplace. It wasn’t his fault that you got fired and everyone had turned their backs on you.

“Shinso... I don’t wanna do this anymore” you whimpered breathlessly. “I don’t wanna be alone all the time - I think your right, the world isn’t built for me... I guess I’m too sensitive- or something” You managed to stutter the words between sobs.

“It’s okay to be sensitive kitten, I’ll protect you from now on okay- I’ll be your hero”

And you just nodded, giving in. Because out of everyone and everything else in this world. He was the only one who cared about you anymore.

He was your hero.

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moonlit-mizukage · 2 years

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Chapter thirteen: But all jokes aside

Summary: Y/l/n Y/n is a third year student at UA university. Over the last two years, she has had a run in with a few of the more popular students on campus. When her best friend, Fumikage Tokoyami, drags her very first frat party, she get a little too drunk. Y/n decides the best way to express her feelings for these guys is in some really angry letters. Back at her dorm, she end up passing out and Tokoyami mails the four letters out. This causes an uproar on campus for her between quite a few people as the news of this event traveled quickly around campus. Things were looking down till the five of them get parried up in a hero training assignment. Can one of them really break down her walls? Or will they remain on her enemy line forever?

An: sorry this took so long to come out 😭😭

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shisnhou · 3 years

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visit gone wrong!

pairing: third year! shinsou hitoshi x third year! fem! reader

genre: fluff

cw: suggestive themes, not proofread

wc: 2.5k

an: for the sake of this au lets pretend shinsou is from class 1-b but make them third years

"yeah, kinda lonely here." you joke over the phone while tying your hair up.

on the other side of the phone, is your boyfriend shinso hitoshi, the man with the pretty purple hair, and tired eyes that had him always mistaken as aizawa's son.

"and what are you going to do about it?" he jokes aswell, running a hand through his purple locks. you smirk infront of the mirror while you fix the shirt, that he owns, over your body.

"can you come over?" it's more of a joke than an actual need, but nonetheless you miss him. its been more than a week since you two have seen eachother, you underestimated their watch over the dorms, most especially aizawa who always has an eye open.

"you want me to?" he sounds surprised, but in delight. its not anything he hasn't done before, he always used to climb up your window before dorms happened.

"i mean, if you dont mind or anything." you shrug, grabbing your phone from your bed before walking out of your rook to grab something to entertain your sweet-tooth from the kitchen.

"are you really sure? isn't mister aizawa out there or something?" he asks again. he really wants to see you, but the risk is kind of high considering that aizawa has a high guard over class.

"he isn't here i guess?" you trail over the phone, entering the elevator to the first floor. he chuckles over the phone as he seemingly rolls out of his bed.

"you guess? really (y/n)? what happened to your intuition skills?" he jokingly asks, trailing his fingers on his ginger cat who's sleeping delightedly on its own bed.

"too tired to use it." you simply reply. he chuckles at your response, walking to his closet to grab a small bag of goodies.

"lazy ass."

"yeah right. you're a lazy ass yourself." you say, finally make it to the first floor.

"(y/n)! do you wanna join?" kirishima waves at you from the living room, holding up a deck of uno cards.

"pass! ill join you next time." you wave back as you make your way to the kitchen. kirishima pouts before nodding and sitting back on the couch.

"what are they doing there?" shinso asks you after hearing kirishima yell something. you hum a reply as you open the fridge.

"deck of cards and shit." you reply lowering your head to look over what's left in the fridge.

"(y/n)-san, would you like some tea?" momo pops up from behind you with a tea cup. you turn to look at her while she holds up a cup of tea.

"dont mind if i do- thank you yao-mo." you wink at her only for her to wink back.

"tea, huh? fancy." shinso chuckles from the other side of the phone.

"its yao-momo of course its fancy. miss girl came from a rich family." you reply as your eyes finally find a bar of chocolate that's labelled bakugo. you smirk at it as you grab both chocolate bars.

"damn rich asses." shinso laughs it off. you cock up a brow as you look at your phone, why the hell is there so much noise coming up from his side.

"what the hell are you looking for?" you ask, closing up the fridge then turning to grab a small tray from the cupboard.

"nothing- much." you hear a grunt coming from him. you shrug your shoulders with another hum carefully placing the cup of tea on the tray and both chocolate bars on the side.

"sounds like you're jacking off or something." you smirk. he scoffs from the other side as you hear more rustling around.

"don't be dirty, i don't do that shit." he cockily denies, making you roll your eyes at the obvious lie.

"mhm, sure you dont sir."

"(y/n), could you make me a bowl of cereal?" from the living room asks denki.

"yeah in a minute." you say as you pull out the cereal box from the cupboard.

"are you his maid or something?" shinso asks slightly disturbed by denki asking you something he could do himself.

"no, not really, this is kind of normal since we ask each other to do shit." you reply making him huff.

"fancy." he bitterly, but simply replies. you grab the milk from the fridge before pouring it over the cereal.

"you mad or something?" you cautiously ask, placing the cereal on the tray aswell.

"no." he sounds like he's out of breath making you a tad bit concerned.

"is someone chasing you or something?" you frown as you walk to the wooden table with denki's bowl of cereal.

"have you guys seen bakugo?" you cautiously ask making them all look at you, some with teasing eyes and some with genuine confusion.

"no, but why?" mina looks at you with a teasing look. you playfully roll your eyes at her as you pass denki his bowl.

"thank you." denki says with a small wink making you wink back.

"i grabbed his chocolate bars, dont tell him." you throw finger guns at then before making your way to the elevator with your small tray.

"hitoshi?" you ask from the other side of the phone only to be met with silence. he cut off the call without telling you, unknowingly a frown creeps up your face.

he isn't like that, he usually would tell you if he were to hang up the phone. maybe his phone suddenly died, or maybe their teacher came in their room, you don't know.

but nonetheless you're going to enjoy your tea and chocolate (courtesy of bakugo) even if he hung up the phone. but still you cant feel comfort if he hung up like that, is he upset or something.

"fucking christ hitoshi." you curse underneath your breath as you press the elevator button to your floor. your free hand presses the call button on shinso.

asshole turned down your call.

"fine be like that." you whisper to your phone as you made it to your floor. quickly you make your way to your room to eat the food on the tray.

"i'm going to rip your balls off—"

"that sounds painful." you jump in surprise.

on your bed is your dear boyfriend shinso hitoshi, your eyes widen and you swiftly place the tray on the desk before jumping into the bed.

"ouch." he chuckles as soon as you land on his chest. you bite his shirt while you wrap your arms around his waist, he ruffles your hair with a small smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"don't make me worry like that." you say, playing with the fabric of his shirt in between your teeth. he only smirks at you as he continues to ruffle your hair.

"no promises."

"no promises my ass."

you slap his chest and he laughs. that very delightful laugh that you would give up anything for just to hear it everyday.

"how'd you get in here?" you ask him as you fix yourself. he sits up straight against the headboard making you straddle his lap.

"the scarf thing." he simply replies, eyes still locked on yours.

"hmm, you've perfected it?" you ask him. he looks at the window and runs a hand on your hair before looking back at you to reply.

"not perfect, but i'm there." he says. you nod at him as you let your body fall into place against his.

"how'd you get out of there?" referring to their dorm.

"just like i usually do: jump out of the window." you chuckle at him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"and what about ginger?" ginger, shinso's orange cat that you gave him for christmas last year. he looks down at you as continues to play with your hair.

"i couldn't bring him, he cant climb up windows and shit." he says ans you pout. "if you want to see him, try jumping at the window as well." he smirks and you frown.

"yeah damn right i'll do that." you frown even more. "and get caught by mister zawa." you frown making him laugh again.

"mhm, and then we'll be separated." he adds.

"then principal nezu will be against it." you continue.

"then we'll be forbidden." he smirks at you and you smirk back.

"then we get married for the irony." you two say in unison. he laughs at you and you scrunch your face at him.

"no for real though, how are you going to go back." you sigh.

"tomorrow morning or some shit." he says hands moving down to the curves of your waist.

"stay the night?" your face lights up with a smile. he nods at you pressing another kiss on your forehead.

"cool. so what do we do now?" he says and you climb off his lap before grabbing the chocolate bar from the tray.

"are those the bars you stole from bakugo?" he asks.

"i didn't steal them, its called pay back. pomeranian shit stole my ice cream." you huff as you open the packaging.

"petty."

"it isn't petty, as i've said its called payback. get your facts right." you say as you whisk out the chocolate and break a long strip.

"mhm, totally is." he rolls his eyes making you roll yours in return. you place one end in-between his lips and you place the other in between yours.

he looks at you in the eye with a lazy smirk. you raise your brows upwards as you straddle his lap properly.

you start to chew on your side as he starts to chew on his. you place your hands on his shoulders and he places his on your waist.

one inch closer and your lips with his. a tent starts to form underneath your clothed area. you cock a brow at him as you pull down the zipper of his hoodie to expose his toned chest.

"baku-bro! it just chocolate don't get so worked up about it!" it sounds like bakugo's throwing a fit outside but you don't give two shits. right now your eyes are peeled on the man infront of you.

"where's that piece of shit?!" more yelling but shinso is so close to you. your lips nearly touching with your hands on his chest he slowly starts to grind on you.

"fuck baby." shinso growls against your lips before taking your lips to his. his hands going underneath your shirt feeling the soft skin on your stomach.

your tongue dances with his. completely being bottomed out by the hot man, his lips against yours as he continues to grind up on you with his hands slowly going up on your breasts.

"(y/n)! open the damn door." its a distant yell and you hear nothing so does shinso. with your eyes locked upon eachother he detaches his lips from yours before moving to your neck.

"baku-bro! chill, we can get more—"

"that was limited edition dumbass! you can't find it anywhere else!" shinso's mouth on your neck as he sucks on it making marks as dark as his hair. your hands go up his hair as you scrunch them.

"(l/n) (y/n)! open the fucking door!"

"too loud aren't they." shinso smirks at you as he flips you over. with a giggle you completely remove his hoodie and in view is his well built chest.

"too fucking loud." he growls in you ear as he bunches up your shirt from the collar and readies to rip it open.

"you locked the door didn't you?" he asks.

"double locked." you reply with a wink and he lowers himself to your lips. excitement pools in your stomach when he finally rips your shirt open revealing your black bra that he gave you.

"fucking sexy." he whispers against your lips as he unclasps it from behind.

"whats all this mess?" an older voice making everybody out there shut up. but you and shinso are too into the mood to give two shits.

"(y/n) wont open the damn door." you're entirely sure that, that's bakugo but as for the man you cant seem to pin point who he is.

"eyes on me baby." shinso single handedly kneads your breast making you take in a sharp breath.

"(y/n)." a knock on your door and you still dont stop, shinso continues to mark your neck like a hot meal.

"(y/n). open the door." again. but this time you're looking at the door.

"who's that?" you blurt out making shinso look at the door.

"dunno." he replies with his hand still on your breast but eyes on the door. suddenly the knob twists making you two freeze.

"(y/n), she's in there right?" then it hits you its aizawa. you and shinso look at eachother and you two quickly scramble, you roll of the bed on to painfully plop on the floor making you grunt, loudly.

"(y/n)." another low call makes you and shinso crack up a bit. but to the people outside it sounds like a cracking bone.

"where's my hoodie?" shinso asks you as he bites down his lips to avoid himself from laughing.

"i- don't know." your voice cracks as you look at your frantic boyfriend who's seconds away from laughing his ass out.

"step back the door." your eyes widen along with his. aizawa's going to break the door and you quickly stand from the position to grab shinso and place him infront of you.

"bitch im not the sacrificial lamb." he says as he holds you wrist.

"hitoshi, im naked." you say and he looks around the bed. he doesn't have a clue where that hoodie is, and thats an issue.

you hear a foot tap against the door and you quickly grab whatever is on the floor to which is shinso's hoodie.

"give me that." shinso looks at you and you smile, closing your lips avoiding to be brainwashed. he looks at you as he holds one end of the hoodie.

"babe, give me—"

before he can even finish the door busts open. shinso grabs your shoulder and places the hoodie against your exposed chest.

"(y- n)." aizawa's hair is up and his scarf is floating, ready to be used. shinso looks at aizawa with wide eyes as your face is pressed against shinso's bare chest.

"is there a villai- n..." midoriya looks at you with his body glowing. almost everybody is there and you're here half naked. bakugo's eyes irk at the sight whereas aizawa, aizawa is frozen with his eyes twitching.

"don't re—" before shinso could use his quirk on everyone aizawa manages to be a step ahead of him and stop him.

"wh— what are you two doing." kirishima is fhe first to talk and you stifle a laugh as shinso looks away with a blush on his face.

"i don't even want to know what you two are doing but follow me." aizawa growls expecting for you two to follow him as soon as he turns his back. but there's nobody behind him.

"what are you waiting for." he growls again.

"(y/n), needs a shirt, her.. s.. shirt is, uh, ri-pped." shinso stammers making you stifle another burst of laughter.

"fucking hell."

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patchworkpuzzle · 3 years

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Going to a pumpkin patch w Shinso 🥺👉👈

You know, I haven't been to a pumpkin patch in YEARS! And I'm sure Shinsou is the same, so he would be super hyped to go with you Nuggie my sweet! 💛 🎃

The sun blinded your vision, making you regret not brining sunglasses for a brief moment, but not even the temporary blindness could falter you mood.

Here you were, finally able to come to your local pumpkin patch and pick out pumpkin and enjoy the vibes after weeks of conflicting schedules with your Pro-Hero boyfriend Shinsou.

And well, you probably wouldn't have been so eager to come to one of these things, or be in such a overly happy mood, if it wasn't for the fact that Shinsou claimed to haven't been to one of these since he was a little kid. Not only did it shock you, cause it was a tradition you did every year - which is why it was a tradition - but that he seemed to not know of the good vibes it brought; how it immersed you into the season so well.

So of course you just had to take him to one as soon as possible.

"Ta-da!" You giggled out, bouncing on the spot; eager to get into the thick of it all.

"It is quite picturesque" He mumbled out, scanning the whole park and noting the sea of orange the stood before you both.

"Right? Don't you just feel so happy when looking at all of it?"

Shinsou just shrugged his shoulders at your comment, always too cool to really show any sort of excitement. Though you were used to it, you still gave a pout at his blasé response; one that earned you a small chuckle and his arm to wrap around your shoulder.

"Don't be like that" He smiled, nudging you lightly "We can find the best looking ones and take them home to carve. Does that sound like a plan?"

He could barely finish his sentence before you nodded your head and darting out to get to the main entrance of the farm to get what you needed. Leaving behind your partner, a serine smile finally showing on his face as he took everything in.

Shinsou was more than happy spending the afternoon with you amongst the squash, sunshine, and dirt.

send in your favourite fall activity for you and your fave (closed)

#he would totally be over the moon #and super excited and happy #to pick pumkins with you #he's just too cool to show it #but you can tell #🧩.patchy drabbles #mha shinsou hitoshi #bnha shinsou hitoshi #shinsou hitoshi #shinshou #mha shinsou #bnha shinsou #shinsou fluff #shinsou x reader

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babyyweebbitch · 3 years

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Hello! I found your blog and I read your Bakugou x Plus Size Model and I loved it so much!!! Would you consider writing one but with Shinsou x Plus Size Fem! Model? Keep up the good work and I look forward on reading more of your content!!!

A/N: Imma name this a little headcannon thing because I’m better at doing those — Might be long

◌ Shinsou x fem! Plus size model ◌

genre : fluff;comedy

warnings : language; curves 👁👁

body shape reference (x) (I used Ashley again because I’m in love with her 🧍🏾‍♀️)

Let’s be honest Shinsou loves plus size women for some unknown reasons. Probably because they’re freaking beautiful and loveable

But when he met Y/N boy couldn’t control himself dude I stg then he found out you were a model he loved that more than anything

Your confidence is the best thing he’s ever seen on a woman, you don’t give one single shit what anyone thinks about you

You’ll wear a crop top with your belly out sometimes and guess what, you👏🏽Dont👏🏽fucking👏🏽care

There are some times you get insecure but that’s rarely. When you do get insecure Shinsou tries his best to comfort you and he’ll tell you how much of a bad bitch you are

He did kinda fatten you up when you started dating, let’s just say you aren’t 190 anymore 🧍🏾‍♀️

Whenever you have to do a show or photo shoot or something like that he’s always with you, he likes to watch you get ready and stuff. He’ll even go back stage with you and watch as you get your makeup done

He loves to secretly take pictures of you while you get your makeup done and stare at them because of how beautiful you are

Whenever you two are at home and just chilling he��ll place you on his lap sometimes and hold you. He the type to be like “dOnT fUcKiNg ToUcH mE” but he’ll stay picking you tf up and always touching you

Whenever you get your makeup done Hes either very close to you or holding your hand

He loves cuddles with you because I feel like he’s naturally always cold af and youre warmer so he’s always cuddling you to get warm

You: *pushes him off to go to the bathroom*

Shinsou: um excuse me wtf, I was warm

You: I need to pee, Shinsou-

Shinsou: 🤓 I knew that- *big brain moment*

Normally he hated cuddling with anyone before you but he’s all for cuddling you, laying in between your legs when you two are just chilling at home and on your phones showing each other stupid memes you find

He likes being big spoon because he likes to feel like he’s protecting you

Will casually place a hand on our butt

When you two shower together he takes a few moments to admire your body while you wash yourself — Nothing sexual he just likes your rolls, belly, thighs, stretch marks... Everything

The confidence you have rubbed off on him and he began to be more confident in himself now

If you don’t marry this man dude I stg 🧍🏾‍♀️ I’ll make you

#mha fluff #mha #bnha #fluff #comedy #shinshou hitoshi #bnha shinso hitoshi #bnha shinsou #shinsou x you #Shinsou x reader #Shinsou x plus size reader #Shinsou x fem reader

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hydrangeapartridge · 2 years

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Until death brings us together (Ghost!Shinsouxreader) - Chapter 3: Ghost

Title: Until death brings us together

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Shinsou Hitoshi.

His pale face and tired eyes are looking at you through the computer screen. The photo isn’t flattering; he doesn’t smile on it. Isn’t joyful like young people usually are; full of life and innocence. No, he looks bored… or maybe troubled; sad.

You scroll down the online article from your local newspaper, the blue light reflecting on your skin, making it look as sickly as his.

Your eyes scan over the important words. The heart-wrenching words.

Bullying.

With every sentence you read, your frown deepens.

Med school integration party.

You worry at your lower lip, your stomach icing.

Prank gone wrong… drugged drink….

A grown involuntarily escapes you. You’ve been witness to these practices when you were in training.

Coma.

The memory of these supposedly fun parties you attended make you feel guilty, even if you never took part in this particular type of stupid and dangerous ‘pranking’.

With blurry eyes you read the final words, even though you didn’t need them to understand. It was all too clear the second you clicked on the article.

Died in the hospital.

Now you have it confirmed. Hitoshi isn’t a produce of your sick mind. He truly is a ghost. He’s not death. He’s dead.

“Gosh Hitoshi… you’re real” You mutter to yourself, teary eyed.

You rub your tired eyes, leaning back against the back of your couch, and when you open them, there’s a ghostly face just beside yours, looking at the screen of your laptop over your shoulder.

“Holy shit!” You curse as you scramble away from Hitoshi who is now sitting beside you. You hug one of your rainbow cushions close to your chest in a reflexive attempt to somehow protect yourself. “Don’t appear beside me so suddenly!”

“I don’t really control whatever this is” He looks away, his lips turned down. “I though you called me” His big hand rubs the back of his neck, and it’s clear that he is a little embarrassed.

You try to calm your racing heart with a shaky breath. While you compose yourself, Hitoshi reads the article. He’s frowning so much his forehead is all wrinkled, his usually soft gaze stone hard when he finds your eyes again.

“I remember now” He sighs deeply, and there is a tremble to his voice when he repeats it. “I remember everything”

He closes his eyes as he draws of few shaky breaths, and you completely forget his supernatural nature when your hand drops onto his shoulder. A reflex, a gesture of empathy you use everyday with your patients. Yet under your palm, there is nothing. Your hand doesn’t go through him but there is no solidity to him either, no consistency. Your brain has difficulty wrapping itself around the fact that you are touching something that you see but isn’t here.

You don’t really touch him physically but the gesture still has him turn to you, his amethyst eyes wet with unshed tears he is trying to keep to himself. There’s a tingling warmth under your palm, so faint you’re not even sure it’s there. You’re probably just imagining it, but your mind whispers that it’s probably him.

“I understand now why it all felt familiar. The café, the hospital… I used to go there” He takes a long inhale to shake away the tremble in his voice. You listen to him, give him time, patience, and an empathic ear. There’s really nothing more you can do. It’s too late. You can’t save him from what’s already done.

“I suppose there’s a part of me that wanted to act like I did before I-” He swallows, forcibly, and clicks his tongue, frowning like he’s upset. “There was a part of me that pushed me to continue to live…. Or more like pretend I was still alive.”

He lingered in familiar places. A ghost haunting the spots he knew by heart, attached to this world from which he was taken too soon.

“And I understand now; that strong feeling I got when I saw how the one you called a friend treated you” His expression is revolted when he finds your eyes, looking straight into them.

His sorrow makes your heart sink in your chest and you can’t refrain the tears from coming to wet your lashes. Your hand, suspended over the warm place that is his shoulder, trembles.

“I experienced it. Friendship that wasn’t true. Jokes that weren’t funny. And I didn’t want-” He looks down, grits his teeth, the words he wants to convey painful to utter. At the café, he tried to protect you. To keep you from something that was fatal for him.

Your hand travels down his arm that is solely made of empty warm air until you reach his hand. Placing yours on top of his you hope that if he doesn’t feel the touch, he at least understands the gesture, the comfort you want to convey. One eye dares glance at you, and you regret the way you treated this poor soul. How you once thought he could be bad. How you pushed him away. You remember how lost he sounded in every word he said, but too lost in your own problems, you were blind to his suffering.

“I’m sorry”

There’s nothing more you can say. Nothing you can do besides being there for him, you who can see him. Nothing to do but be there and listen to him.

One lonely tear travels down his pale cheek, but he still forces a smile your way.

“Thank you” He whispers.

You nod your head even if you’re convinced you didn’t do anything worthy of his gratitude. You think back to the pills that you put away in your bathroom’s cabinet.

“I should be the one to thank you”

He snorts, unamused. “For what? Helping you question your sanity?”

“For being there when I needed help” You answer lowly, seriously.

You’re sure you don’t imagine the red colour rising to his cheeks. “Maybe….” He starts, rubbing his eyes with the palm of the hand you’re not trying to hold. “Maybe that’s why I’m still here. To help”

You contemplate his statement, the mysteries of afterlife and its immensity making you dizzy. Could one chose to stay, even unconsciously, to guide others where one had failed? What awaited after life was over? Surely not everyone returned as ghost like Hitoshi. You shake away those vertiginous thoughts about things far greater than you and concentrate back on the ghost who needs you right now. He looks pensive, contemplating his paranormal nature, trying to wrap his mind around concepts so complex you can’t begin to imagine them.

“If you need time to figure things out, you can stay here as long as you want” You offer after turning the sentence several times in your head. “If you need to talk I’ll be there for you”

Afterall, it is in your nature to be empathic, that is part of why you became a nurse. And in truth, you have to admit you enjoy his company. The memories of the time you spent with him during these last weeks, even if you thought he was some projection of your mind, filled your heart with a fondness you suspected was what one should feel towards true friends.

Hitoshi looks up, surprised, flustered almost. “I didn’t mean to intrude into your space. I didn’t think it possible for me to appear in a place I didn’t know… That’s why I said I thought you somehow called me, or summoned me”

He runs a nervous hand through his messy hair. It looks really fluffy, soft. A shame you will never feel it under your fingers.

“Summon you? What are you now, a demon?” You joke to lighten the mood. “Are you going to offer me a cornucopia of ice-cream in exchange for my soul?”

His eyes are still teary but his perfectly white smile is in place when he answers “Buying your soul comes at a cheap price”

You laugh with him, regretting that you can’t shove him playfully after his clever retort. He’s closer to an angel than a demon you think. Because he came to watch over you when you were in a really bad place.

- - -

“Are you sure you want to go? You’ll be okay?” You ask as you bury your neck into your scarf to protect your runny nose from the cold morning air.

Hitoshi had insisted to go with you to work. You had accepted, but you still doubted it was a good idea to put him in an environment that would bring back memories as well as glimpses of what his life could have been.

“I think so” He answers, more determined than hesitant.

“If you find it’s too difficult to cope, just say so, don’t endure in silence” You insist, warning him to not push himself too far, protecting him like you do with students you sometimes supervise. Students who collapse in the operating room because they thought they could handle their dizziness, when you told them to get out of the OR if they felt the slightest tinge of unease.

After this remark, you’re surprised to find Hitoshi smiling at you, almost wickedly. “Are you perhaps worried about me?” He asks, his voice so low it sends a shiver down your spine. A pleasant one.

“I’m a nurse, caring about people is my job!” You reply, your cheeks admittedly feeling warm, and not because of the cold morning breeze.

“Indeed, I’m sure you are great at your job” His smiles falters with his next words. “People who put others first often do good in health professions. At least until they burn out.”

His opinion on the matter is gloomy, yet you can’t argue you’re not like the people he described, so you remain silent, burying your face deeper into your scarf. You much prefer when he teases you than when he reads right through you. It makes you feel exposed, like an opened book coded in a language he easily speaks.

Maybe you’re too kind, maybe you’re a pushover; selfless in a way that is almost dangerous for your health. But something tells you he probably used to be a bit like that too.

- - -

“You work in the ICU?” Hitoshi asks with an unusually high pitch. He sounds strangled, a slight tremble in his voice that you don’t notice right away, too busy getting ready for work as not to be late.

You nod absentmindedly. “Yeah, why?”

Hitoshi doesn’t reply immediately. He stands before the glass doors of the ward, pensive.

“The week after the party, I was supposed to start as a resident here” His voice is a barely audible whisper but you can see how shocked he is to find out where you work.

You would have met, at work. You would have interacted, at first formally, professionally, and then your interactions could have become friendlier, given you were almost the same age. Maybe you would have seen each other outside of work. You treacherous mind suggests you could even have dated. He did say you were pretty, and you couldn’t lie to yourself about how attractive you found him.

He’s clearly upset about this revelation.

“Do you want to go home?” You ask him softly, concerned.

The words escaped you before you could think about them. Truth is, he has no home. He sometimes appears in yours because you allowed him to, because you want him to, when you need someone to talk to. But he has nowhere to go. You click your tongue at your own stupidity, and you’re about to correct your mistake but he speaks before you do.

“I’m fine. I just need a minute to process things” His eyes are still glued to the glass doors where the large “ICU” letters are painted in pure white, but his gaze is lost much farther away. “Don’t let me make you late, I’ll join you later.”

You nod in acknowledgment and reluctantly leave him there to take your shift.

- - -

After short transmissions with your colleagues, you start your round. You have many patients to take care of because one of your colleagues is ill and can’t be replaced today. The transmissions are scarce because you were forced to reduce them, because it costs too much to pay for extra hours. So you’re left with barely no information about patients you don’t know. You lose time browsing their files to gather up the most important details about them, and it’s late that you start handing the treatments, preparing the infusions, and all the other care you have to provide in the limited time of your shift.

When comes the last patient, you still find time to linger in her room. You know her well, she’s been here the longest. Her name is Maru, and she suffers from a severe septicemia. Her body is weakened by a breast cancer and the chemotherapy left her so immunocompromised that she can’t fight off the infection that’s spreading into her blood. You perfuse her to give her a new antibiotic treatment the doctor prescribed. He said it’s the last one he can try. The germs are killing her faster than the cancer. She suffers a great deal, and you also refill the syringe with her painkillers so she can sleep better. The cancer is everywhere; in her lungs, her bones, her liver, even in her brain. She has difficulty speaking, but she gives you a soft smile when you take a minute to squeeze her hand once you’re finished with your work. She’s not older than your mom. It pains you to see her in this state, bald from the chemotherapy, wrinkled like she’s much older than she actually is. You can’t cry for her, it’s not professional. But you still feel sad. It’s unfair, she’s so nice. You give her one last forced smile before exiting the room.

There’s still no sign of Hitoshi when you take a small break to eat a cereal bar for diner. You sigh to yourself. You though his presence would at least make work easier.

The night is mostly calm, until Maru’s chamber rings in the nurse office. You rush to her side, and you find her in great pain, her face contorted in an ugly grimace. From the corner of your eyes you spot a silhouette before her bed. You’ve gotten used to Hitoshi appearing out of nowhere so you’re not startled when you find him reading the patient’s file.

You’re glad he’s here but you ignore him for now and check the infusions as well as the patient controlled analgesia syringe. The data show you the painkillers prescribed are obviously not enough, so after taking Maru’s vitals, you call the on call doctor for a new prescription. However he doesn’t answer. You try several times but it’s no use. He’s probably occupied elsewhere with a more urgent matter. Now that you think about it you overheard a colleague talk about a code blue on the first floor. You try your best to find ways to alleviate Maru’s pain, but it just won’t leave her alone. She’s sweating and tense from discomfort and you have to watch her moan and struggle against it, powerless.

Hitoshi comes to sit on the edge of her bed. He turns to you, eyes focused, almost professionally so.

“She needs a higher dose of morphine” He states.

Maru is so engrossed in her pain that she probably won’t hear you whisper back. “I know that. But I need a prescription, or else if there’s a problem, I’ll be at fault and disbarred!”

You can’t risk losing the job that means so much to you, especially not because of the advice of someone you’re still not 100% sure isn’t a production of your imagination.

Hitoshi frowns, he doesn’t look convinced. “Don’t you have defined procedures for these kind of situations?”

“We should, but the protocol is still on the director’s desk for validation” You mutter through clenched teeth, trying to soothe Maru with a cold cloth. She’s delirious from the pain, eyes closed, firsts clenched by her sides.

Hitoshi clicks his tongue, obviously annoyed by the reality of your everyday practice. It’s probably very far away from the idea he had of the job, he who died still an idealist student.

“We can’t let her suffer like this”

Of course you agree with him, but you really don’t know what to do. You’re conflicted, because helping Maru without a doctor’s supervision is at high risk of you getting in trouble. You’re still standing helpless by the hospital bed when Hitoshi moves closer to Maru. Still sitting on her bed, he places a hand over hers. Maru doesn’t react to his ghost touch, yet Hitoshi doesn’t retract his hand. He exhales slowly through his nose and starts soothingly rubbing his thumb over Maru’s wrist.

“Maru you have to hold on until the doctor arrives. I’ll try to help you, so focus on my voice”

You watch Hitoshi, puzzled. No-one can supposedly hear or see him beside you. Yet Maru stops thrashing around, her face is still contorted with pain, but she endures it and stops moving around. Her eyes are still closed, and beads of sweat roll down her temples.

“That’s it, listen to me. Follow my instructions” Hitoshi’s voice is steady, calm and low. “Good. Now imagine for me that you stand in a field full of flowers” The words roll off his tongue like the tide laps at the sand on the seaside. “The flowers are all around you, you watch their many colours. Imagine their colours”

He marks small pauses between each sentence, to let his words sink in and to give Maru time to produce the images in her head so her attention can be diverted from the pain. It’s a technique you’ve heart of, some sort of hypnoses that is sometimes used in operating rooms too. Maru’s clenched first relax a little as Hitoshi continues to talk to her.

“You feel the grass under your feet. You can touch the soft petals of the flower around you. Feel their velvety texture. Maybe you pluck one from the ground”

You’re mesmerized by the miracle unfolding before your eyes. She can’t hear him; yet it’s working. Even if she’s doesn’t really hear him, he has an influence on her. It’s supernatural, the scene you are witnessing, and if not for the soothing effect of Hitoshi’s pleasant voice, you would feel a bit panicked.

“You smell the fragrance of fresh grass, and the scent of your favourite flowers. You feel calm in this field.” Listening to Hitoshi’s voice makes your hammering heart calm down in your chest. You feel like you could just listen to him talk for the whole night, until you’d fall asleep, maybe next to him, his voice impossibly close to you hear, his breath in your neck.

Your cheeks heat up, ashamed. You can’t think like that while at work, while he’s only trying to help a patient who’s suffering. But you can’t help it. His voice fills your head, makes it go blank, and you can’t focus on anything else.

Maru’s features have relaxed, the winkles of pain erased from her forehead.

“You feel at peace” Hitoshi stops after that last sentence, and you want to chase after his words. Their so pleasant; you wish he would keep talking.

Gradually, you start hearing the noises of the monitors again, forgetting Hitoshi’s voice, you also can hear the soft snoring of your patient. You let out a deep relieved breath. Your eyes meet Hitoshi’s tired purple ones and he gives you a small secretive smile before he leaves Maru’s side.

When you exit Maru’s room, the on call doctor finally calls you back. He apologizes for not answering you calls. He was indeed busy with a code blue. He tells you he’ll be there soon to prescribe a higher dose of morphine. Once you hang up, you turn to Hitoshi, who’s watching his patient through the glass window of her room.

“Thank you” You whisper only for him to hear.

His hand grips the back of his neck, bashful. “It wasn’t much and I wasn’t sure it would work. I’m glad it did. I’m glad I could help”

There’s sadness in his eyes, in his voice. He would have made a great doctor you’re sure. A kind and dedicated doctor. Hitoshi steps back when the real doctor arrives.

“You could have given her more morphine” He sighs grumpily once he’s done prescribing the new treatment.

“I’m sorry but I couldn’t, the protocol isn’t validated and isn’t in my possession. I could have gotten the dosage wrong and done more good than harm “You reply.

“You nurses have it easy, you take no responsibility” He groans and anger starts rising from the pit of your stomach.

How dare he talk to you like this? Can’t he imagine how hard it was to watch her suffer? To be so powerless? You were supposed to be a team, not denigrate each other’s work.

Before you can give him a piece of your mind, Hitoshi appears beside him.

“She did her best, and she’s here everyday despite the arduousness of her work, despite being under staffed, despite the low pay.” You watch Hitoshi talk near the doctor’s hear, puzzled, but touched by his words. You wish the doctor could hear him. “You should apologize” He then says. “You work as a team. Tell her she did good”

The doctor seems to freeze in place for a second, and you’re flabbergasted when he opens his mouth to tell apologize. You watch him tell you you did good, and thank you for being here, with wide incredulous eyes. He then excuses himself and leaves.

You’re still in shock from what happened. He said exactly what Hitoshi told him to say. It’s just impossible. Does he have some sort of supernatural powers? No, it must be a coincidence. You try to convince yourself it was one while you prepare the new painkiller infusion. Maru stays asleep, her features smooth, painless.

When you exit her room again, Hitoshi approaches you.

“You should take a small break. And eat something. One cereal bar isn’t enough a diner.”

So he was watching you this whole time, even if you didn’t see him. You scoff at how he’s babying you, but still head to the break-room, after wondering if you obey him from your free will or not. It’s stupid to think he has some kind of influence over you, over the living, yet you can’t prevent your thoughts from musing over it.

You pour yourself some coffee, to help you stay awake until morning. Hitoshi sits across from you at the small round table in the center of the room, and you almost offer him a drink. For one second you forgot what he was. It feels too real to have him here. Especially when he could have been here. Could have been the doctor on call during your shift. Could have taken a break with you if the night was slow. You would have chatted about anything and everything like you do now. For once during a night shift, you don’t feel lonely.

“Can I come back with you tomorrow? I…. I’d like to see her get better” He asks, almost pleads, and you nod your head. The smile you give him is the empathic one you give patients, you know it but you can’t help it. You feel sad that he isn’t there for real. You wish he could be. For him, but also for you. You’re not that selfless in the end.

“Sure. Work is easier when you’re around” You confess, trying to hide the tremble in your voice.

Maybe that’s why he’s still here; why he still exists, why he’s not completely gone. To help. Tonight, Maru wasn’t the only one he helped.

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