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Unknown Pleasures Ch.2

You’ve had a crush on Katsuki Bakugo since joining UA, but will another student change your mind?

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The next school year had finally come, and it was time for Hitoshi to join the hero course. As excited as he was to begin his path to becoming a hero, he couldn't help but feel the universe was mocking him.

It started with his new dorm room assignment. He had been assigned to the empty room on the fourth floor. Which just so happened to be next to Katsuki's room. Then his seat assignment in class happened to be right behind yours.

Which might have been nice, if it didn't mean he had a front-row seat to seeing you fawn over Katsuki every damn day.

It was ridiculous how many times you gazed off to look at him during lectures. Fourty-two times in lecture today, he kept a tally.

Wherever Katsuki went, you were trailing close behind. Praising him, ogling over him, trying to be closer to him. It was painfully obvious to Hitoshi, he wondered why no one else picked up on it. Even worse, Katsuki did little to return any of your affections.

Maybe it wouldn't infuriate him as much if Katsuki reciprocated your affinity. Hitoshi did observe that Katsuki yelled at you slightly less than others and didn't complain about your presence slightly less than others. Be that as it may, it was still laughable compared to what Hitoshi knew you deserved.

Hitoshi winced at the way you'd prance over to Katsuki- books held tightly to your chest, skirt bouncing up and down, big doe eyes looking up at him. Just to have some snide remark thrown at you by the blond. Your smile instantly dulls, your shoulders drop, and your eyes become dreary.

Katsuki dimmed your light, and you didn't notice it, but Hitoshi did.

Yet, ever the gentleman, Hitoshi kept his distance since you had turned down his advance. Instead, he watched as you kept at your chase to win over the chihuahua's affection.

Until.

It was late at night. Late enough for you to be in trouble for being out of your room and on the boy's side of the dorms. Hitoshi heard your yells along with Katsuki's, followed by the slam of a door.

He tried to ignore it and tell himself it wasn't his business but he couldn't stand knowing you were in pain.

Hitoshi stood up from his bed to open his door. You were just passing his room and froze at the sound. Your eyes locked with his, they were puffy, red, and your face was damp with tears.

"You alight?" he asked. A dumb question he knew, but where else could he start.

"Me? I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me, general studies," you said with a weak smile and wink despite your disheveled appearance. Then your face caught a mischievous smirk as you said far too loudly, "Wow Shinso you finished your room up nicely."

He knew. He knew what you were doing, but- he didn't stop you as you padded into his room.

You wanted Katsuki to hear. You wanted to use him to make the blond jealous.

Why couldn't he stop you?

He wanted to be closer to you, but not like this.

"You really do like your music, don't you?" You asked, hands behind your back as you spun around his room reading the posters. "And... cats?" You asked with a teasing smile picking up a plushie cat on his bed.

"That was a gift," he said slightly embarrassed rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's cute, kinda looks like you. It's got that dead look in its eyes," you said playfully jumping up to sit on his desk.

Hitoshi didn't give into any of your teases though, "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked as he observed a few tears still forming in your eyes.

"I'm not the kind of girl that likes to talk," you said looking down to pet the stuffed cat.

Hitoshi nodded in understanding. He should have stopped there. Asked you to leave if you didn't want to talk. But- you stalked into his room. You were in his space. You asked for this.

"You know... you have options if he isn't treating you right," Hitoshi said boldly.

Your eyes snapped from the cat to his, taken off guard by his bluntness. You tried but no witty remarks came to mind, as Hitoshi stepped a bit closer.

"He doesn't appreciate you. Doesn't notice how you go out of your way for him, how your eyes light up when you see him, how you wait for him to acknowledge you. But I do. You give it away to him for free, but I would earn it, work for you, value you. Why don't you give something else a try?" Hitoshi suggested as he stood directly in front of you.

"Shinso, you don't understand," You muttered before new tears formed.

"I know- I don't know the whole story. What I do know is you're here crying because he made you cry. Aren't you tired of this?" he asked inching even closer, and gently wiped away a tear. "He was stupid to let you walk away," he said, eyes resting on your lips.

You knew you should leave. Your crush on Katsuki ran too deep, but Hitoshi's words played in your head like a song you'd been dying to hear, and you couldn't find the willpower to move away from him. "You're making a mistake," you spoke softly, heart rate increasing as he neared even closer daring to close the gap between you both.

"Let me," he whispered, closing the gap, lips pressed to yours.

You had time to pull away but didn't, it felt so nice. The affection you longed for so needed, the soft collision so wanted. Your hands moved on their own fingers interlacing with lavender strands. Pulling him deeper in.

The lavender was so pleasant.

Thank you to everyone that hyped this enough to inspire me to make another chapter.

sinners: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee @derangedmango @reneinii @zanarkandskylines @abadbitchblogs @deluluforcarlos55

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sinfulpanda16 · 4 months

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He loves it when you sit on his back when he's doing pushups.

This almost never happens but when it does, he loves how it makes him feel like he's the strongest man for you. You're sitting on his back looking all cute and pretty counting his reps for him and although his diligence to going all the way down and pushing himself back up is causing him sweat he can't help but smile when he hears you giggling up there.

When he's done he'd give you a gentle kiss, "Thank you baby." and will probably want to keep you around to show off his muscles and strength some more. "Wanna help me with the rest of my workouts?" he asks smirking.

"Yes" you respond with a cute smile.

He picks you up and sits you on a counter nearby. He gives you another gentle kiss "Just keep being my cute cheerleader." he orders with a smirk.

Bakugou Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kunigami Rensuke, Reo Mikage, Kuroo Tetsurou, Bokuto Koutarou, Gojo Saturou, Fushiguro Toji, Eren Yeager, Kyo Sohma, Ryo Kurokiba, Draken

#bakugou x reader #shinsou x reader #kunigami x reader #reo x reader #kuroo x reader #bokuto x reader #gojo x reader #toji x reader #eren x reader #kyo x reader #food wars x reader #mha x reader #aot x reader #jjk x reader #blue lock x reader #haikyuu x reader #ryo kurokiba #draken x reader

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uravichii · 1 year

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pov: you're drop-dead gorgeous (and they don't know how to deal with it)

character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff, crack (?), them hyping u up like there's no tomorrow, uhh reader wears makeup 🤕

notes: this is for all u pretty mfs aka all of u whether u believe it or not YOU ARE PRETTY AMD HOT AND AMAZING 😡‼️ also disclaimer: the boys love u not just for your face. they think you're so cool for being beautiful inside n out and this is just them appreciating the out 🧎‍♀️

bakugo katsuki thinks you're so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. he'd watch intently the way you'd smooth your clothes down and cutely fiddle with your hair in the mirror as if there's even anything to fix. he'll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together (cuteness aggression probably), "tell me why you're so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!"

bakugo katsuki would always watch you do your makeup and hair and then slip into the prettiest clothes only you can pull off and he's just mesmerized by the whole thing.

"katsuki, please stop drooling and get dressed. we're gonna be late."

his only response is: "fuck off."

because he can never deny nor hide the fact that he constantly admires you every chance he gets. he storms his way to you and snatches a shimmery eyeshadow from your makeup bag. "tch, you don't even need any of this shit."

"you don't like it, katsuki?" you stare up at him doe-eyed, easily making his heart skip a beat.

"h-hah?! i didn't say that!" he shoves it to your hand, "now do this glittery shit next!"

and you just ditch whatever plans you'd made and spend the rest of the night trying on different makeup looks. he'll insist that you sit on his lap while you doll yourself up just because, and you gladly do so but then you both end up wearing a full face of glam makeup 🧍‍♀️ he doesn't know how he just let it happen but he's like, "whatever makes you fucking happy, y/n."

he then proceeds to tell you that, "every one of those ugly extras should grovel at your feet, worship the ground you walk on, and then beg for your forgiveness."

"forgive them for what?"

he stares blankly at you. "for breathing the same air as you."

bakugo katsuki's not active on social media at all but on his instagram, his first and only post is a photo dump of just youー the selfies you took on his phone, your date outfits, candid photos (by courtesy of bakugo katsuki) of you smiling at a stray cat, the power nap you took on his shoulder, and his favorite one by far: a photo of you wearing his black tank top that completely swallows you up, holding up two little peace signs on your cheeks.

and of course, he captions it, "u and ur ugly ass wish u were y/n."

shinsou hitoshi is convinced he's dating a model. he doesn't know how it happened, but he is a little proud of whatever the hell was in him that managed to rizz you up.

he thinks you look amazing in absolutely anything. so when you go clothes shopping together, he casually picks up all types of clothes from the racks until there's a whole pile of them in his arms.

when you shoot him a questioning look about it, he only says, "think you'll look amazing in these, babe."

he also picks up some accessories and just wears them on youー hats, sunglasses, hair pins, and you just let him because each time you let him accessorize you, he gives those little comments like, "amazing." "cute" "this one's tacky; i put it on you as a joke but you pull it off for some reason." "yes. slayed." he made you wear cat ears one time and he just melts right there, immediately taking a photo of you for his new lockscreen.

it bothers shinsou hitoshi a lot when people stare at you even when they can clearly see his hand on the small of your back. he'll slide closer to you and kiss the top of your head all the while he gives them a death stare he wishes he could do more.

he squeezes your waist a little to call your attention.

"hm? what's up, hitoshi?"

he looks at you blankly, taking in your features in awe as if for the first time again. then he stuffs your face into his chest, your legs staggering as you grab a hold of his forearms.

"hey, what are you doing?" you giggle in his chest. he's relieved you can't see his flushed cheeks. "hitoshiii"

"you're too good for this world, y/n. i need to start gatekeeping you."

what blows shinsou hitoshi's mind the most is how you're probably unaware of your effect on him, no matter how many times he's called you all synonyms of the word, 'beautiful'

he's sat on the couch, a tiny smile of adoration tugging on his lips when he sees you running up to him. your eyes brim with excitement as you call his name, truly the prettiest ones he's ever seen.

"something happened?ー" he pauses when you lean your face so close to his. he sinks back into the couch as the tips of ears start to turn red.

it takes a moment until he realizes that you're showing off the purple eyeshadow you had done on yourself, batting your eyelashes at him as you wait for his response bc right now he's just staring at you like 😦💘‼️‼️‼️

"it's the one you picked out from the mall yesterday. is it pretty?"

"y/n." his hands slowly find their way to your waist, "i don't believe you're real sometimes. you are possibly the most beautiful person i've ever seen."

"really?"

"god," he pulls you by the waist until you're sat on his lap, your legs straddling him. "you have no idea."

remember how bakugo said all those extras should be groveling at your feet and worshipping you? yeah, it's kaminari denki. he worships you.

he thinks you're beautiful and he's LOUD about it.

he's constantly bragging about you to his friends and showing off your photos (if you're comfy w/ that), "oh this? oh yeah, this is is y/n, the coolest, funniest, drop dead gorgeous, most ethereal person on earth and they're dating ME."

and bakugo would just grab his phone and knock it against his head with a thud 🤕, "WE FUCKING GET IT. NOW, SHUT UP, DUMBASS."

he'll rub his head while cackling, "whatever, i'm dating Y/N. who cares about anything if you're dating y/n?"

kaminari denki doesn't love you just for your beauty though. you're not just some eye candy to him. if someone ever called you one though, you bet he's zapping their ass and with the whole bakusquad by his side because somehow they feel obligated to protect you now too. 🧍‍♀️ (denki's effect)

and just as much as he compliments your beauty everyday, he never forgets to let you know how beautiful your heart is too. in fact, he calls you 'angel' because how could someone be this beautiful and be so kind and caring to him at the same time?

"sometimes.." he looks up pensively from his lap where you lay your head, "i feel like i've been blessed by the heavens when i got to date you.

"denkiー"

"don't even think i'm exaggerating, y/n!" he pokes your cheek when you turn your head to look at him, "you're amazing. i don't know what i did for you to give me a chance."

there are times though when a part of kaminari denki feels a little insecure because he thinks he looks quite stupid next to you, and it doesn't help either that the bakusquad never lets him hear the end of it 😔

"denki, you don't look stupid because you're next to me. you do that on your own."

"aww, thank yー hol' up." 🤨

he's pouting but you immediately wipe that off by apologizing and peppering his face with kisses, ending it with a loud smooch on his lips with a "mmmwah!"

kaminari denki now can't remember what you're even apologizing for in the first place.

you and todoroki shouto are so beautiful, the visuals are blinding 😩 you'd walk to your classroom together, him opening the door for you and you smiling at him, lovingly squeezing his arm as a silent 'thank you,' and people just stare with their mouths agape, not knowing who exactly to be jealous of.

shouto definitely stares the most though until it concerns midoriya, "t-todoroki-kun, you haven't moved in three minutes. are you okay?" because he might as well have drawn hearts on his eyes and stab an arrow to his heart with the way he looks at you.

todoroki shouto always kisses your eyes, nose, cheeks, hair, and your lips, of course, just to let you know how beautiful he thinks they are.

he thinks whatever you do or wear is so pretty, hence, the many, many photos of you on his phone. his lockscreen changes every 2 days because everyday he just gets a prettier shot of you, and he always shows them to you and to his friends and siblings ☹️ because everyone, including you, should appreciate what a beauty you are!

"this looks great! you'd make a great photographer, shouto" you lean in to kiss his cheek, immediately sending a flush across his face.

"well..." he looks to the ground, the feeling of your lips still lingering on his right cheek. "that's all you... you're beautiful. i don't know how it has anything to do with me, but thank you."

and then he leans closer, tilting his head to the side to silently ask for another kiss. you laugh softly at this, and when you cup his cheeks in your hands and start planting kisses all over his face the way he does to you, shouto confirms it in his mindー y/n is an angel.

todoroki shouto would get a little overboard with the photos though because he'll spam that button and keep every single one. when you ask why keep the blurry ones, he explains, "that's still a photo of you. why would i delete it?"

he also has a photo of his point of view from when he had his head on your lap. he said he wanted to capture "the happiest moment of his life." you convince yourself it's sweet but it's literally just a photo of your chin in a weird angle.

"shouto, that's just my chin."

he looks at you dead in the eye. "y/n, you have a lovely chin."

you call him a weirdo, which surprises him a little, but then you drape your arms around his neck and pepper kisses all over his face again because who else in the world would say that to you?

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veenxys · 1 year

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「BNHA Boys with a s/o who is clingy when sleepy」

⤷ Bakugou

he would act like he was angry about it; the kind of jokingly complaining like “why are you getting clingy all of a sudden?” “what are you, a koala?” “hey, if you sleep like this, you’ll drool all over my shirt.” but as soon as you pout and walk away, he rolls his eyes and pulls you back to him, trapping you in his arms or with his body. “where do you think you’re going? get back here,” then happily he cradles you and places soft kisses on the top of your head.

⤷ Deku

he gets even more smiley and embarrassed when you start clinging to his arm as you walk back home. “sleepy?” he ruffles your hair lightly before placing a soft kiss on top of your head; and honestly his heart is melting. he offers to give you a piggy back ride so you can take a nap. “we are almost home; hang in there,”

⤷ Todoroki

he’d be a little surprised at first, especially if you’re not normally clingy or as affectionate, but he’d get used to it; if you were sleeping on the couch he would take you to bed carefully and when you refuse to let him go he tries to playfully argue with you and say he has work to do but honestly he thinks you are very cute and doesn’t have the courage to refuse, so he would bring everything he needs to work so he can do it on your side. he also likes you to pet him while he reads a book or watches something on his phone or something and looks at you adoringly with a smile or a small laugh before continuing on what he was doing before.

⤷ Denki

“awn, cuuteee-” he would say, his voice almost a scream as he hugs you and pulls you closer; he was really very quiet afterwards, just stroking you while you slept, not thinking, running his fingers down your back, drawing little patterns or letters. it would be a blissfully quiet time, just enjoying each other’s presence and warmth. then he opens his mouth to say, “hey babe, why are you so cute all the time??”

⤷ Tamaki

you are in the backseat of the car when you suddenly approach him, practically clutching his arms, almost dozing; he puts down the phone he was scrolling and looks at you, “are you sleepy?” he asks rhetorically with a chuckle, you gently tilts his head so that it rests on his shoulder, “go ahead and take a nap; i’ll wake you up when we get there,” he says and holds your hand the entire way and kisses it a few times.

⤷ Shinsou

he would be calm outside, but his heart would just melt; he’s reading in bed when you sleepily tug at his sleeve, a silent line for him to crawl under the covers and approach. he puts his arms around your shoulders as he lets you sleep; you try to move his hand to your head. he is a little confused at first, but laughs when he realizes, “like this?” he says as he strokes your hair. he looks at you with a big smile on his face as you mumble contentedly and hug his waist tighter.

⤷ Hawks

would he be a little confused at first and look at you as if to say what’s gotten into you? but in all honesty, he would be the softest being ever; he would make videos and photos of you, with his hands poking or playing with your cheeks because he thinks you are the cutest thing in the world. he would also 100% let you hold his hand and use his arm to hug. he kisses you on the forehead and chaste kisses on the lips when he thinks you’ve fallen asleep, but suddenly you open your eyes and he backs away so quickly, the blush creeping up his cheeks; and blush even more when you snuggle closer and press lazy little kisses to his cheek.

⤷ Dabi

he’s watching tv when you arrive and lazily sits on his lap, resting your cheek on his shoulder. he kind of freezes up at first because he doesn’t know what to do but relaxes right away and asks if you’ve had a tiring day. then moves to get up but stops and laughs when you hold him tighter, “i’m just taking you to bed; it’ll be more comfortable there,” “who said?” you mumble. “…okay,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist and shifting a bit to find a more comfortable position for the two of you; in the end, he didn’t wake you up because you were so cute and comfortable that he just wanted to keep holding you in his arms, and that’s what he did.

⤷ Shigaraki

he’s in the middle of a game when you whimper sleepily for hugs as you drag him to bed. he holds the controller out of your reach. “wait, y/n, i’m about to – fuck no!” he groans when he loses before shooting you a look and basically tackling you on the bed, suffocating you with a bear hug. “you made me lose, i’m not gonna let you go now; this is your punishment,” despite your drowsiness, you laugh and tighten your embrace, suffocating him in an equally eager hug until both of you relents at the same time. you then slowly drift off to sleep in his arms and he soon follows suit.

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emmyrosee · 5 months

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“You’re officially in my way.”

Despite his words, Shinso’s hands settle on your waist comfortably, violet eyes boring up into yours, and a lazy smirk on his cheek as you pout your pretty face down at him, arms crossed over your chest. “Something wrong, baby?”

“Don’t baby me,” you grumble, and he pokes his tongue in his cheek to fight back his snarky remark. “You’re in trouble.”

“Oh I am?”

“You absolutely are.” You let out an angry huff of air as behind you, the movie plays on. He wants to, briefly, look over your shoulder and watch the film to piss you off, but he’s more than happy to play the staring game with you. He chuckles and lets his thumbs run over the meat of your hips, “would you like to tell me why I’m in trouble?”

“The fact that you don’t know is absolutely horrid. Kaminari would never treat me so bad.”

Shinso finally lets out a flurry of laughter, and while he sees the smile that wants to crack on your own cheeks, he knows better than to say anything just yet. He’ll let you pout for just a little bit more. “Okay,” he sighs, letting his eyes glaze over you, “before you dump me for our Pikachu, can’t you give me a hint?”

You huff. He blinks patiently.

With gentle hands, you card his purple locks through your fingers, and he mewls and angles his head into. “Feel good, doesn’t it?” He goes to nod, but is cut off by your mumbled “dickhead,” and soft smack to his head.

Now he huffs. And you blink patiently.

“What?”

“You stopped rubbing my head!” You whine petulantly, shoving at his chest. “I came all the way over here to snuggle, and for my kindness and efforts, you stopped giving me affection to scroll on your phone!”

“I thought you fell asleep!”

“Well I clearly didn’t!”

“Yeah, got that!” He tries as hard as he can to fight the smile that wants to spread on his face, but it’s futile as he rubs the spot softly, his lips creaking up. You stifle a laugh of your own, and he grumbles as he pulls his hand away, “if you lay down again, I’ll give you all the affection you want.”

You pout and nudge his chest, “I just want your undivided attention all the time. I feel like that’s not asking for a lot!”

He snickers some more, “you’re right. I should put the entire of my existence on pause when I’m in your company. Which is most of the damn time.”

Now, you smile, and give him a small kiss in compensation, “good. Glad we’re on the same page.”

“Anything for you.”

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mikamuse · 3 months

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WHERE YOU GIVE THEM KISSES

+ feat. midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, shinsou hitoshi, amajiki tamaki

+ tags & warnings. domestic fluff, not proofread, gn!reader

MIDORIYA IZUKU… loves forehead kisses. finding comfort in your arms after a hard day at work, buries his face into the crook of your neck as he squeezes you in his arms. a hand carefully pulls him up to look at you before leaning to plant a kiss on his temple.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI… won’t admit it but he loves it when you kiss his hands. watches as you gently grab his hand and traces the lines on his palm up to the tips of his fingers. a red hue rises on his face as you leave kisses on the tips of his fingers, across his knuckles, all over the back of his hand.

TODOROKI SHOUTO… loves when you cup his face and kiss all over his face. the feeling of your soft hands gently holding his face, your lips leaving light kisses all over; making sure to give his scar some extra love. feeling slightly dejected when you stop, rubbing your thumbs along the apples of his cheeks. giving him a gentle smile before you lean in to give him a kiss.

SHINSOU HITOSHI… loves shoulder kisses. lazy morning kisses when you’ve just woken up, turning in bed to give him a small kiss on the shoulder. dancing at 3 am in the kitchen, hands clasped together, your head resting on his should, turning your head to leave a kiss before he dips you.

AMAJIKI TAMAKI… loves nose kisses and gets embarrassed by it. a red hue rises up his face when you randomly peck his nose. it’s a routine for you to give him a kiss. arms wrapped around you as you cup his face, leaning over to give him a kiss on the tip of his nose, indigo eyes going cross eyed as he watches you. he hopes that you can’t feel his heart pounding in his chest as he holds you closer.

©️ MIKAMUSE

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taones · 23 days

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tw - flirting, good girl x bad boy, school setting but they are vv much 18+, suggestive, swearing

“How’s my favourite girl today?”

Your best friend tensed up from her seat in front of you. She had chosen to hide out in the stuffy school library to avoid exactly this. She had never been a huge fan of him, but his recent attempts to catch your attention had been grating on her nerves. The boy seemed obsessed with you, following you into the cafeteria and hanging around in the shop you frequented on your way home. Nothing but bad news followed him, and she needed to keep him away from her friend. You were a good student, perfect attendance and good grades - the last thing you needed was someone like him bringing you down.

“Fuck off, she doesn’t want to talk to you” she huffed at the man, “you’re not her type”

He chuckled, placing a hand on the back of your chair. Goosebumps travelled up your body. The musky scent of his aftershave permeated the air around you, settling in your lungs like a cloud. If you could bask in that scent forever you would. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, tie loosely hung around it. Thin fabric did little to hide the muscle definition of his chest, slight but still very visible to you. And you couldn’t help but peer through the gap. His tan skin contrasted the crumpled white shirt beautifully. You felt your mouth go dry.

“Hmm, I’m not too sure about that one” his voice rang out.

“She seems very interested”

You jumped slightly as his face was far closer to you than you realised. If you were to turn your head slightly, your noses would be just touching. A warm flush flooding your body. You gnawed at your fingernail, peering up at the man next to you through your eyelashes. He dropped his eyelid down in a quick wink and set his sights back on your fuming friend.

“Why won’t you just leave us alone? She’s trying to study”

He tutted.

Next thing you knew the pressure of a wide hand was resting on your shoulder - making you freeze on your seat. The feeling of his warm, calloused palm on your shoulder did nothing to cool your feverish body and you tried desperately not to gasp. In through your nose, out through your mouth, you tried to remind yourself. You couldn’t let him fluster you - then he would be winning.

A warm chuckle sounded from above you. The palm on your shoulder travelled towards your face, lithe fingers gripping your chin gently. He curled his index finger and dragged the knuckle up the soft skin of your throat. It was like you were frozen in place but your body was squirming under your uniform. His actions left you breathless and you couldn’t help but feel he knew exactly what he was doing to you. If the way his eyes trailed up your legs, thighs clenched together under your skirt, was any indication. Soft lips stretched into a smirk.

Leaning forward once again, his eyes met yours under a piercing gaze. He let out a teasing coo in your direction.

“Oh I'm sorry pretty girl, did I scare you?”

- ATSUMU, tsukki, oikawa, SUNA, tanaka (hear me out), kuroo, gojo, KOJIRO, adam, bakugou, SHINSOU, dabi

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sunkeji · 1 year

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The way he avoids you like the plague in school makes you misunderstand and think that maybe he hates you but really it's the total opposite.

The truth is, he's completely enamoured with you. He can't help it. You're so loveable and such a sweetheart that he found himself having a crush on you rather quickly.

And his crush for you quickly blossoms into something more. Any interaction between the two of you has his heart pounding in his chest.

You may find these interactions insignificant, but for him, he can't stop thinking about it throughout the day.

He initially thought this feeling for you would surely pass after a while but he was sorely mistaken. His love for you only grew each day.

And if by chance someone asked why he liked you, he wouldn't know what to answer. Over time, your presence grew in his life.

He takes little glimpses of you in between classes, he can't help but notice on days when you're sleepy you're cuter than usual.

When your head's about to slam onto the table, you catch yourself just in time and try to act casual. He's siting a few seats behind, letting out a snicker from what he just saw.

He really can't explain why he likes you, he just does. He wholeheartedly prays that one day the two of you will get a chance to be friends and then when you reciprocate his feelings, maybe this friendship can turn into something much more.

— Tendou, Kuroo, Daichi, Tsukishima, Kyotani, Suna, Iwaizumi, Toge, Geto, Gojo, Megumi, Kirishima, Shinso, Bakugo, Midoriya

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frickingnerd · 7 months

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comparing hand sizes with shinsou

pairing: hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader

a/n: just a little drabble for shinsou <3

"your hands are so big…"

you mumbled as you pressed your palms against your best friend's hand, comparing the sizes of your two hands, while shinsou just leaned back and watched you, with an amused smile on his lips.

"is this your way of subtly hinting that you want to hold my hand? because it’s quite cute…"

he teased, intertwining his fingers with you and pulling your hands closer towards him.

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ms0milk · 1 year

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when you suddenly catch a nasty cold

gn!reader ft. todo, bkg, kiri, and (hearts in my eyes) shinsou

i am so ill and these are so silly, indulge me :,) 600ish words ea.

Todoroki starts to cry when you joke about dying.

He’s bought more flowers than can fit into your little apartment, picked up your prescriptions, tissues, juice, a heating pad, cleaned your kitchen, tucked you in– he paged the goddamned family physician– but watching you shiver under a heavy duvet surrounded by all the things that are supposed to help you get better ignites a fear he didn’t know that he had. They aren’t working. You’re still sick because of course you are, it’s only been a few hours, and still he can’t bring himself to move more than an arm’s length away from you because what if– if he leaves and–

“Shouto?”

“Yes,” his response is immediate when you pull him out of the ether. Always is.

I’m not going anywhere,” you croak, too conscious of how strange your voice sounds, “so you don’t have to stay with me all day.”

“I don’t mind.”

Todoroki is a wonderful boyfriend but when was the last time he went to the bathroom?

“You must be bored.”

He leans over you from his spot at the side of your bed and runs a blessedly too-cold hand across your forehead. Bored? Like he could calm down enough for that. “I can’t relax when you’re like this.”

You’d roll your eyes if they ached less, at your beautiful boyfriend and his cluelessly shoujo declarations of love framed by no fewer than two whole flower shops worth of camellias. He turns his hand over to palm your cheeks and wipe the water from your puffy eyes.

“Would you like me to leave?”

You shake your head, smiling under the weight of five thousand pounds of blankets and the heavy dip from his butt at the edge of your mattress. You’re inclined to reach a hand out to grab it, but you don’t have the energy to raise your head let alone fondle your boyfriend.

“There’s no one I’d rather be with in my final hours,” you rasp, joking, obviously joking.

This cold is something evil, chills, aches, snot– the works. But you couldn’t ask for a better nurse. A gentle, thoughtful, sexy, temperature controlled man, a man you would raze the city for, whose hand fits so perfectly in yours and who– whose trembling? You blink back up.

Todoroki’s features don’t shift or soften, his lip doesn’t quiver, but a tear does slip down his cheeks from those pool cool eyes– one after the next until his jaw is lined with them all patiently waiting to fall from his chin.

“Why, why why?” You panic and try to sit up but he comes to you. Todoroki cups your hand tightly in a hot and cold grip and bows over his own lap to rest his head in yours.

“You’re not going to die.”

“What?”

“I promise.”

“Sho, what– no of course I’m not. What’s wrong, baby?”

Your voice is so weak that he has no other choice than to sit back up and reach for the cold compress. He wipes his eyes with renewed determination when he turns back around, “I’ve got you.”

“I’ve got you, Sho. ’m not going anywhere, promise.”

And when the Todoroki family doctor lets himself in, he does consider coming back another time at the sight of you, finally comfortable under a mountain of fabric, and your love curled around you asleep on top of the blankets.

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It’s not until you genuinely collapse that Bakugou realizes something is wrong. He didn’t even hit you that hard.

“You’re wide open today!” The restless pro looms across the arena, grinning. You both come to the agency’s underground ring on Saturdays to train and he’s blasted you clear across the room like he’s actually working for a paycheck.

There wasn’t any amount of money you would have accepted to get out of bed this morning but Bakugou, a less than casual hookup from work, accidentally spent the night and the surprisingly sleep soft rumble of his voice and the gentle kneed of palms as he pulled you back against his body under dawn light– was, persuasive.

The sooner I go in, the sooner I can go home and nurse this headache.

Headache. Naive self-convincing circles your head as you pull yourself to your feet like spinning stars from a goddamned cartoon. This is not a headache. Standing was fine a second ago, and the floor was fine a second ago, but the move from floor to feet fills your sinuses with sudden pressure and immediately the arena starts to swirl.

“C’mon twinkle toes, you’re– Y/n– shit–”

You’re not interested in where that sentence ends today and blessedly you don’t have to hear it because your ears have filled with cotton and you’re sinking back down to your knees. You’ve been congested like this before– it’ll pass in a minute or two, you know how it goes and you’re only embarrassed by the fact you were down so bad for your teammate this morning that you didn’t realize how your body had started to feel.

The vertigo eases somewhat when you rest your head on the ground, but Bakugou has cleared the empty room and already has his domineering hands all over you.

“Y/n? Y/n– do not close your eyes.”

“‘m not concussed, Kats.” But you know the explosive hero’s first fear isn’t exactly a head trauma. “You didn’t hurt me,” you add.

“That doesn’t narrow it down shitforbrains, if I didn’t hurt you then what’s wrong?” His aggressive tone doesn’t match his anxious hold though, and you melt a little when he kneels and pulls you into his lap.

Bakugou definitely doesn’t like the way your head seems too heavy for your neck and tilts himself back just enough for you to lean it against his chest. You look so fucking uncomfortable, scowling, eyes pinched closed. “What hurts?” He rasps as he moves to feel your temperature but his palms are sweating hard from a few quirk ignitions so he stalls, and lowers his forehead to yours instead. You’re soft where he touches you, warm in his hands.

You just need to sit, you don't need the #2 hero to cradle you in his arms like a fallen comrade on the battlefield. Although you don't complain. Your eyes squeeze shut harder as a tiny wave rocks you in the dark and then suddenly one ear releases. “I think I’m getting sick,” you breathe. Carmel in and relief out. “It’s my head–”

“Head hurts?”

“I’m just stuffed up, I– ” the other ear releases, “– just dizzy.”

Bakugou sits on his heels, perched. Should he pick you up? Who just gets dizzy, are you a fucking Victorian child? It’s terrifying to watch– you, his teammate, a capable hero, suddenly unable to stand.

But as the pressure behind your eyes levels out you can lift your head without discomfort. You can bring your arms up around Bakugou’s shoulders and settle your fingers in his hair. Bring him back down from where he’s tried to pull away.

Your foreheads bump again, “I’m okay.”

He growls, “I don’t believe you.”

So the hero takes you home. He makes sure you’re horizontal and goddamned tucked in before he slips from your front door and scares the shit out of you an hour later with a vice grip on some grocery bags and your apartment keys slipped around his middle finger. It’s almost romantic, the way he snaps at you to hold still while he dabs antiseptic on your scratches from sparring, or glares venom from behind the stove when you hobble to the kitchen to see what smells so good.

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When Kirishima lets himself in and you’re asleep on the kitchen floor, worry overrides his confusion.

You won’t pick up his calls, but he’s never missed a movie night and he’s not about to start today! He throws your front door open with his copy of your apartment key still in it and kicks off his gym crocs as loudly as he can manage so you can hear him come in. The last thing he wants is to startle you.

But you’re the one who nearly kills him when he slips through the genkan, arms full of snacks and catches sight of your slippered foot stretched out on the ground behind the corner of the kitchen wall.

He’s on his hands and knees faster than he can even take a full step, dropping glass soda bottles and soft melon bread alike from his arms, as he scrambles to where you must be lying lifeless on the other side of the entrance.

“Y/n–! Ah, huh.”

And you are, in a way, lifeless on the ground, but you’re breathing. And smiling? Curled up on the white tiles in front of the sink cabinet.

“Y/n?” Kirishima doesn’t wait to ponder, instead placing a hand on the side of your head to begin the checks for a vertebral injury. But you coo, something completely unintelligible, and you’re much too warm. You tilt your face into his palm and every inch of you is hotter than the next.

“Y/n? C’mon on back to me Y/n, you gotta tell me what’s wrong.”

Maybe it’s the chill of the floor or the addition of his other hand cupping your cheek, but your lashes heft apart just enough to register who it is trying to resuscitate you in the kitchen.

“Ei?”

Kirishima, always handy in a fire, has every hospital route an EMT could ever need memorized from all his volunteer work with the fire department and mentally scrolls through every single one as you try to form a sentence.

“you shouldn’t be here, Eiji, m’sick.”

“What?”

“flu,” you murmur and pull your hands to your side to try and rise. Kirishima doesn’t register anything not directly related to whether or not you’re suffering from blunt force trauma– except for the fact he could recall the exact date and time your dream drowsy smile falls and perks back up again now for the next fifty years unprompted.

“–tried to text you,” you manage as the redhead helps you sit up. The sentence comes out in gasps instead of coughs as you try to spare the air of any extra germs, “I can’t watch the movie tonight."

He laughs with pent up anxiety and simultaneous relief– he’s taken that charming fireman’s knee at your side and you wish in your flu-addled state that you’d stayed unconscious long enough for him to hoist you into his arms. Instead Kirishima places both of his big soft hands back around your face to brush away the dust and crumbs.

“Why are you on the floor?”

“‘got hungry,” you admit openly because you know it’ll make him smile, and with his face this close to yours you’ll be able to watch the skin around his eyes crinkle up too. “Then tired. I just needed to sit for a bit.”

His eyes do crinkle up. And his teeth bit at his lip like he’s trying not to be amused.

“Y/n, you are very sick. And very sweaty.” And the sweetheart, the biggest crush you’ve ever had, your closest friend, the man you dreamed of on the kitchen floor, asks if he can carry you to the bath.

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Why are you breathing so hard? Shinsou is the only pro in the office that you can’t hide a goddamned thing from. Maybe it’s because he works primarily in the underground– observant, sneaky– that it’s obvious, they way you wobble on your feet when your eyes are closed too long, or the sudden effort it takes you just to climb the stairs.

Is he supposed to be able to focus on paperwork with you trying to catch your breath in a hallway when you think no one’s around? None of your sidekicks are brave enough to ask why you wore a mask to work today, but it’s summer and the air pollution gets bad enough that some of them have to too. Are they really all that stupid? Has he done the worst hiring job of any pro in the city?

“Shinsou,” you murmur across the now-empty end of day office and he whips around because god knows how many times you’ve tried to get his attention while he’s been off in space.

“Yeah boss?”

Your voice is rough with sick when you reply and it would be so fucking sexy if it didn’t remind him to be so anxious about your wellbeing. “I’ve told you not to call me that, you haven’t been my sidekick for years,” and then you’re smiling even as you hold back a cough, “makes me feel old.”

“You are older than me.”

“By a year!” You sputter and then your lungs take over, heaving and hacking so hard you have to double over your desk to steady your forehead against something. Shinsou’s on his feet immediately, navigating the office in sweats and his capture gear to get to you.

What happened? This morning it was just a tickle at the top of your throat but the aches sank from your head, down your spine, and flooded through your body just as quickly as the sun’s shadow crawls across a stone. Which is to say, all day long and all too slowly to realize you probably should have called in sick.

“Here.” A cool hand materializes on the back of your neck and you roll your head to the side to check what exactly has arrived for you. With his free hand Shinsou presses a paper water cup forward, which you’d love to take if you had the energy to pull your mask down.

“went to school together n’ everything,” you breathe.

“Boss, you should go home for the night, I’ll– I can finish this paperwork.”

By now the dark-eyed hero has sunk slowly into a crouch beside your chair and keeps a careful hand on your back to ensure you don’t slip to the floor sideways one way or the other. Thank god he sent the rookies home because stupid or otherwise, you'd have to be braindead not to notice this adoration that he can’t seem to get a handle on.

“Shinsou,” you murmur again, just as sexily as last time and he feels just as much if not more shame at how lovely it is to hear you call to him sweet and low, “I can’t get up.”

“What?”

That’s it though. There’s no trick or test. Shinsou has a fucked up sleep schedule from all his overnight patrols so he always stays in the office late, but you? You’ve been trying to rally for the last two hours and now you’ve used all your energy teasing a man whose eyes go bright every time you say his name. It serves you right, collapsing at your desk after using the last of your strength to squeeze as many Shinsous as you could into an evening.

“call me a taxi?”

He rises to his feet, “Will you even be able to get up your front steps?”

“sure hope so.”

“Do you feel nauseous?” He’s shuffling around the room now, plucking keys from hooks, and you watch him sideways with your head still resting in the day’s paperwork. “You gonna aspirate if I let you go home alone?”

“if god’s feeling extra silly”

He scoffs to hide the smile. Shinsou returns to your side to lay his faded denim jacket over your shoulders and then crouches again at eye level.

“Y/n,” he urges, and rests a hand to the back of your head to get your attention, “If I carry you downstairs, will you be able to hold onto me?”

Downstairs is a bluff. With you snug and mostly unconscious between his jacket and his back, Shinsou carries you home. Face full of your clothes, hair, quirk, whatever’s getting in his eyes, under the stars, and down back streets to avoid any publicity, the hero tries to walk gently enough that you don’t whimper from the impact of his steps.

“Thank you...Toshi,” you whisper just when he thinks you’ve finally fallen asleep and the big bad underground pro almost stumbles hard enough to fly.

#i think i probably need firefighter kirishima inside of me #shinsou wanting to fuck his pretty boss now has a gravitational pull that teeters on allconsuming #todoroki x reader #kirishima x reader #shinsou x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha drabble #mha drabble #does anyone spell it #shinso x reader #?#that feels psychotic

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msbyzsz · 1 year

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thinking about bnha being dads makes me so soft and happy.

shoto being so soft for his baby girl, i could just imagine him taking her to your guys angency and just protecting her from everyone there. she would be a daddy’s girl no doubt, just sitting on her dads lap watching him work. every once in a while he’s leaning down to give her a sweet kiss on her forehead while she sleeps. he’ll always cherish moments like these, the ones he’ll know will only happen when she’s young. but maybe you’ll have another one sooner or later. “thank you so much for having her my love, you two are my whole world.

shinsou as a dad would be so cute, i can just see him also taking his kid to work and her just cuddling into her dad. sitting in his lap, just taking a nap. holding onto her dads shirt for dear life but cuddling into him like he’s the softest thing she’s ever felt. him whispering “sweet dreams kitten,” then giving her a sweet kiss on her forehead letting her sleep from the exhausting day she’s had. “thank you for loving me kitten, im so glad that im the one that lets me call you mine and our daughter.”

i feel like bakugou would have tough love. he would try to be so sweet and soft be he also wants the best for his daughter so he’s tough on her. in private he will always be so soft with her, cherishing every moment he has with her. he would hold her in his arms knowing that he’s not gonna get many moments like this, especially being a hero in all and her growing up. he will always love her though trying to make sure he’s always there and she has his attention. giving her a sweet kiss on the head putting her down to sleep. “i love you honey, i love both of you. your my everything.”

#bnha x reader #bnha dads #shoto x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki #shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou hitoshi x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #katuski bakugou #katsuki bakugou x reader

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rxdidz · 1 year

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★ — i’ve never known someone like you. (glue song 🤭)

★ — synopsis: random things that include dating them!!

★ ft. izu, denki, sho, sero, shinsou, jirou, ochako, toga

izuku — patching him up after training/ a fight, study dates, cooking with him, holding hands in the halls, smiling all the time, him blushing over the littlest things, matching pajamas, #1 hype man, glancing at each other in class, good morning and good night texts.

denki — his head in your lap as you play with his hair, painting his nails, drawing hearts on his hands, listening to music in the kitchen, facetiming all night, matching onsies, doing his eyeliner, going to n arcade and beating him at every game, whispering and giggling in class.

shoto — telling each other all your problems, admiring how pretty you are in class, best friends to lovers, stargazing, flustered at any physical affection you give him, painting with him, moving your hair out of your face for you, cheek kisses.

sero — teaching you to skateboard, getting fast food at 1am, having his arm slung over your shoulder, movie dates, laying on the roof together, giving you his jacket when your cold, hugging you from behind, doing facemasks together.

shinsou — gossiping at 5am, annoying you to get your attention, being protective over you, sneaking over to his dorm, sarcastic nicknames, cooking for you, playing video games all night, messing with his hair.

jirou — listening to music, holding hands, teasing each other, her doing your makeup, being flustered around you, teaching you guitar, painting her nails, late night phone calls, wearing her band shirts, concert dates, dragging her out of bed, cuddling.

ochako — watching studio ghilbi movies, small pecks on the lips n cheek, giving her gifts, always checking up on you, being taller than her, study dates, best friends to lovers fr, her being flustered over everything, walking around the city at night.

toga — her doing your hair so you can match, deep n long talks on the roof, going to the convince store at 3am, gushing over how cute and pretty you are, being gentle around you, hugging you 24/7, patching her up after a fight, constantly reminding you how much she loves you.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x fem!reader #denki x reader #jirou x reader #uraraka ochako x reader #ochako x reader #jirou kyouka x reader #toga x reader #toga himiko x reader #shinsou x reader #hitoshi x reader #sero x reader #izuku x reader #midoryia x reader #deku x reader #shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #kaminari x reader

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ranpoesgirl · 3 months

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“Penny for your thoughts?” No need.

he was never good at comforting.

you knew this, so you made it a goal to never cry before him, never flinch before him, never be scared before him, never show any emotion that he’d struggle with…

all your effort to only crash when you catch yourself about to breakdown, you push it back into a lump in your throat, drawing circles mindlessly on your hand to calm yourself, biting your lips in hopes to not whimper…

that moment, he didn’t know what came over him, he was taken back by what he did himself— he pulled you in as if he was hiding you from the world, wrapping his hands around you and gently scratching his nails against your scalp and back to help you feel better, pressing hard kisses on you to make sure you are only aware of him and only him.

RANPO, akutagawa, chuuya, shoto, shinso, monoma, KARMA, gakushuu, teraseka, reki, megumi, GOJO, sukuna(I’m delusional), alhaitham, wanderer, xiao, kurapika

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veenxys · 1 year

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「BNHA Boys reacting to you not being able to reach something in the kitchen」

⤷ Bakugou

arms folded and an amused smile tugging on his lips, he leans side-ways against door frame as he watches you struggle to reach the shelf because he finds it cute. “need help, darling?” he asks teasingly, grinning wider at your annoyed huff before he finally walks towards you and grabs it for you.

⤷ Deku

he’s passing by the kitchen when he sees you trying to reach something in the upper cabinets. he takes just a while to watch the cute sight with an a fond smile then quietly comes up behind you, one hand placed on your waist while the other effortlessly reaches up for the shelf. “here,” he says, handing you the glassware, then leaves a small kiss on top of your head.

⤷ Kirishima

he comes into the kitchen, acting like he’s going to help you but instead, cages you against the counter. his head tilted to the side, he looks at you with a playful glint in his eyes and a light-hearted grin on his face. “i think i should get something in return if i help you.” he then steals a kiss before reaching up the cabinet for you.

⤷ Todoroki

he’s so focused on reading the ingredients listed on the ramen pack that he doesn’t notice you struggling to reach for the shelf. only when he glances at you and sees you climb onto the counter, he rushes over to you, hurriedly saying, “oh my god, y/n, what are you doing?” he already knows the answer and softly tells you to be careful. letting out a small chuckle, he helps you come down, saying, “you could’ve just asked me, love,”

⤷ Denki

he finds the whole situation very cute and kind of teases you about it afterwards, but first he comes up to you with a playful smile on his face and helps you get what you want but before giving it to you he puts his arms up behind his back and tells you to give him a kiss as a reward, only then will you get what you wanted.

⤷ Tamaki

he doesn’t think twice when he sees you taking a chair to get up and get what you want; he thinks it’s cute, but at the same time he’s worried that you might fall and get hurt. “hey, don’t worry love, next time you can call me and i’ll help you” he says calmly as you get off the chair and kiss your forehead.

⤷ Shinsou

he would smirk as he enters the kitchen and sees you on tiptoe as you stretch your arm. he stands behind you and one hand he holds your waist while the other goes to the shelf and takes what you want. he smiles when you thank him and leaves a kiss on your neck before leaving.

⤷ Hawks

he would smile so hugely at the cute scene; he would silently approach you and make one of his feathers to take what you want and bring it to him. you turn around a little startled, and he smiles when he sees your expression. “looking for this, honey?” he asks with a gentle yet provocative smile. you went to take it from his hands and thank him but before you could do anything he says, “oh not so fast.. i want my payment first” he says pouting, ready for you to kiss him as a reward.

⤷ Dabi

he chuckles, extending his arms and easily reaching the shelf. as he hands you the package, his lips curl up into a grin, his eyebrows raised in a teasing manner, “aren’t you lucky you have me, huh,” he says, poking your cheek playfully before leaning back on the counter and tugging you closer.

⤷ Shigaraki

when he walks into the kitchen and sees you, he can’t help but smile a little. he silently walks over to you and leans on the other counter, watching you from behind. you give up with a sigh and when you turn around you’re startled by him standing there with his arms crossed and a look you couldn’t decipher. “need some help?” he says, but you know just saying ‘yes’ won’t do, he wants to hear you asking. “yes, tomura. can you get it for me, please?” you ask but he just stares at you with a frown, “ugh, what else do you want me to do?” he just laughs, still waiting. you then approach and kiss his cheek and he quickly blushes, avoiding looking at you. “isn’t that what you wanted?” you ask jokingly and he grumbles something before getting what you want.

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