#shinsou x yn

[leathernourishingshoepolish]

Dressing up in creepy costumes with hitoshi and going around UA dorms at night and scaring the shit out of everyone 😭

Izuku accidentally showing PDA because when hes with you all he sees is you and he forgets abt everything else around him. 😭😭

Christmas activities with sho. Wearing soft comfy clothes. Making Christmas cookies and gingerbread houses with him. Eating sweets while watching your favorite Christmas movie together while laying by the fireside and just feeling so in love.

Peeping into the kitchen to see katsuki dancing and cooking and doing lil twirls and just seeming so HAPPY and at PEACE. Also probably singing whatever song he likes 😭.

Trick or treating with kiri!! Dressing up in matching outfits and going out to get candy like little kids and giggling as you skip down the neighborhood while holding hands.

Denki would just decide one day hes gonna surprise you when you walk into your dorm room by singing some corny ass song and holding a ring pop for you while down on one knee 😭😭

Sero who introduces you to his family and his mother and siblings absolutely LOVE YOU. LIKE AN INCREDIBLE AMOUNT. You’re basically part of their family and his siblings share embarrassing stories about him while hes playfully grimacing in shame 😭

Aizawa whos birthday surprise you secretly plan with mic and 1A to surprise him on the night he gets back from patrol. He ended up tearing up when he came back to his kids, bsf and wife all together with a surprise and a new kitty just for him. HE WAS SO HAPPY 😭

Doing skin care with shiggy on the rare occasion he gets to relax and hes just ridiculing all your products while youre dying of laughter and telling him to keep still while you paint his nails hot pink 😭😭

All of them who is so in absolute love with you and cherish you sm 😭

Mha imagines <3

Reblogs appreciated!

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[nivtee]

: ̗̀➛ BOTHERED. shinso hitoshi

shinso hitoshi x gn!reader

pinning ! flirting ! suggestive themes ! reader wears a skirt for the first time !

hitoshi is a thighs man. and fuck, you get him with that skirt.

― hitoshi whose never told you but he loves your thighs

― he knows you've never slept with anyone, and even if he has, he's not going to pressure you or start that conversation with you.

― it happens in school, both of you in your third year. you're in different classes so you only see eachother at lunch. usually, he'd walk you from the dorms but he had a training session with aizawa early and couldn't see you.

― and then he sees you.

― then he sees what you're wearing.

― he's literally breathless??? holy fuck?? the skirt you're wearing is a part of the uniform, but you'd only worn pants from when you started school till today, apparently.

― its hiked up around your waist, flowing down till it sits just covering the edge of your butt.

― he cannot look away for the life of him oh my god someone get this man some water he's so fucking thirsty for you.

― he doesn't say anything until he's walking you back to the dorms and he shoved you against the door to the building, knee between your legs and his hands gripping your hips.

― "fuck, kitten, can't think straight when you're all dressed up" and he's kissing down your neck so feverishly you think you have a cold.

― his hands are wandering and there;s hickeys on your neck and then you finally drag him inside and you have to wear your pants the next day because of the hickeys covering your thighs.

#✎dosiewrites #oneshot #blurb #mha #my hero academia #hitoshi shinso #mind jack #hitoshi x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso x y/n #yn my hero academia #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou smut

[sugarlywhispers]

☆–a.n; @hitoshisbf MOOTIE, I GOTCHUU♡ tho, idk if this is the turn you were looking for with his, but i hope at least satiates a bit of your need ;) also, i haven't written this fast anything LOOOL idk, i'm living for the angsty fics lately♡

☆–warnings; angst, alcohol consumption, a bit of smut in one paragraph lol, and of course swearing, because Shinsou is as bad as Bakugou.

Shinsou Hitoshi is not a man that shows his feelings openly. 

Everybody knows that.

So it isn’t a surprise when he returns to the agency from that hell of a fight, face blank, void of any emotion, eyes looking sleepy and tired like they always do. But there is something. Something about the way he is walking, the way he is breathing, or maybe call it his aura, that makes everyone flinch as he walks from the entrance directly towards the elevator.

From all the eyes he knows and feels looking at him, he strongly feels yours. He knows he shouldn’t close on himself and not seek help when he perfectly knows this is a moment to seek for help. For you.

But he can’t avoid it.

The guilt.

Another partner lost.

Another person died in his care.

More than one.

He is 32 years old and apparently he can’t take care of a sidekick half his age, who is already an adult, but still a baby in this profession. This fucking profession of being a hero. How many have already gone? How many have lost their lives because he wasn’t fast enough, strong enough, or even smart enough? How. Fucking. Many.

Hitoshi sighs when he’s in front of the door to his office, not really knowing how he got there; and when he enters and then turns to close it, he encounters the eyes of Midoriya Izuku who looks at him, worried and pitiful.

“It wasn’t your fault, Hitoshi,” Midoriya’s words feel more like a dagger stuck deep in his guts than the comfort he tries to give.

“How many, Midoriya… How many.”

And with that he closes the door and locks it. He doesn’t wait for his co-worker and friend's response. Hitoshi doesn’t need it. He knows it.

After throwing some of his equipment over the small couch he has in the middle of his office, Shinsou walks directly towards one of his furniture where he hides it. Alcohol. Rum, to be exact. He discovered –after a situation similar to this one– that the only thing that gives him a bit of comfort is the burn of the liquor going down his throat. He hates it, he loathes it completely. But he loves how the painful burning turns off his senses and closes down his gullet as the liquid slides inside his system. His ability to speak turns off, just as his consciousness.

He gulps down glass after glass after glass. He doesn’t care that he’s at work and by all ethics he shouldn’t be doing this here. But he doesn’t fucking care anymore.

He doesn’t care that once again one of his co-workers and two of his sidekicks died right in front of his eyes.

He doesn’t care that even if he got there a tad bit sooner, they could still be alive, he could have saved them.

He doesn’t care that it was his fault, because he got distracted from trying to follow one of those villains and didn’t stay to help his team.

But he does care. It is his fault. Everything.

Glass after glass after glass of rum, and he already feels the rise in temperature and the dizziness in his body. But he doesn’t care. He deserves feeling like this… This helpless and useless, because that’s what he is. A fucking useless piece of shit. Not even good at his own job. What would Aizawa say? Dad would agree with Shinsou. He’s just a fucking nuisance. He has been for everybody since his very first day at UA.

The rumble of knocks on his office’s door makes him groan. He doesn’t move, whomever it is should know already that he’s not going to fucking answer the door.

“Shinsou, it’s me,” your muffled voice sounds and he curses Midoriya’s name. He knows it was him who sent you. He always did whenever Hitoshi traveled down to the most inner dark places of his own mind.

He can’t not open the door to you. You are and will always be the exception to any rule. You come before anything and everyone, even his own misery. But, he had drank so much he realizes now he can't move his legs as he tries to stand up from his chair behind his desk. His arms and legs feel like gum, uncontrollable and useless gum, and he doesn't have the strength to even throw the keys closer to the door so you can grab them from under it and get yourself in. He knows, he had tried it, just now. Unfortunately, he just knocked a decorative vessel that sat at the corner of his own desk. What a shame, you have gifted him that from one of your trip missions.

“Hitoshi, what was that? Please, please, let me in,” your begging voice is something that stir so many emotions inside him.

He likes to hear it when he’s on top of you, buried so deep inside you that you beg for him. More, fast, harder, deeper. He loves it, to drive you that insane that only him can give you what you need.

Now, it sounds so desperate and sad, he hates being the reason too behind that begging.

It doesn’t pass too much time until the door is forced open. He regrets having locked it when he looks up and you’re there, standing with all that worry and fear in your eyes as your chest pushes up and down in puffs of air that you inhale. Oh. You forced it on your own. He feels proud of you. You have grown so much. So strong and so dependable.

He remembers when he met you, a small thing of eighteen years old, filled with dreams and hopes, that had just joined Hero Deku’s agency, where he also worked too. You had also been his sidekick for a while, before everyone –Hitoshi included– recognized your strength and power and by your twenty one years old you already had sidekicks helping you on your missions.

He was so proud and mesmerized by the person and hero you have become, he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help to feel things for you.

Your first kiss happened on your twenty-fifth birthday. Izuku had the idea to throw a surprise party after you came back from a mission in Osaka that day. Hitoshi would never forget the shine in your eyes when you entered the conference room, turned on the lights and everyone jumped yelling “happy birthday, Y/N!!” in greeting. You almost cried, and Hitoshi found that cute.

Shinsou was also known for liking his own space, so it didn’t take you long to finally find him at the balcony, alone and smoking his cigarette.

“You know, that thing kills you,” you closed the door of the balcony before walking and standing next to him.

He smiled, a genuine one, before saying, “Our work can kill us, did you know that?”

You rolled your eyes at him, softly pushing him with your shoulder, which made him laugh.

“Thanks for being here, Shinsou-san.”

“Ugh. Drop the honorifics already. Makes me feel old,” this time you laughed, and he took that as a queue to take out the little box he brought for you.

“What is this?” You asked receiving the little box.

“The villain’s teeth of my last fight,” you look up at him, not really amused and he snorts, “It’s your present, dumbass.”

“Couldn’t you just say that?” You protested, clearly exasperated by his jokes, which made him even fall for you more.

Hitoshi takes another drag of his cigarette as you open the box. It’s a necklace, not a very expensive one, with a pendant that has the form of a moon. To others, it might not mean shit, and maybe they would comment on how cheap the present looks. But to both of you, it had a significance. It signified all that time you spent together, patrolling and wandering the streets at night when you were his sidekick, given that both of your Quirks worked better at night.

You’re silent for a bit, and that silence worried him for a second. Then he saw the little droplets of your tears on the railing of the balcony where you are standing close to, and he sighed, throwing the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it to turn it off.

“You’re not supposed to cry, dummy,” his hands grabbed your face and he softly tilted your head back so he could look at your face better.

He saw the tears running down your cheeks, but your eyes looked genuinely happy. Fuck, you're gorgeous, inside out.

“It’s my birthday, I can do whatever I want,” you replied back, your beautiful dove eyes not leaving his.

“That you can.” He said almost in a whisper, his eyes darting down to your lips for a second. And when he looked back at your eyes, he saw the realization in them.

“I… Can I?” He saw your eyes do the same action he did before, and fuck, yes please.

“You can.”

You stood suddenly in your tiptoes and finally connected your lips together. One of his hands slid to the back of your head as the other went down and his arm surrounded your waist, pulling you against him even closer, lips firm against each other.

Shinsou had felt on cloud nine. He still does every time you kiss him. Every time he wakes up and sees you there laying next to him, all cutesy with your sleepy-puffy face and all. Every time you come back to him, even when he told you many times before that he isn't worth it.

He doesn’t deserve you. And you deserve so much better.

“Why did you lock the door?” Your voice sounds angry, but also worried.

Hitoshi looks down again to his desk where he finds the bottle of rum almost finished. Wow. How much time has passed since he got here? The dizziness and the constant burning in his throat doesn’t let him think straight, or do the maths. So he immediately disposed of that thought. He won’t be able to find the answer either way. But he can tell that, by your worried expression, it’s been long. I mean, the almost empty bottle in front of him says much too.

“Shinsou,” you call him again. And by his surname, which means you are angry too.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asks in a murmur, his voice sounding so rough and deep he barely recognizes it like his own.

He then feels hands, small delicate hands, that hold his face and turn him to the side. They feel so soft, so sweet as the thumbs caress his cheeks that he closes his eyes, feeling that knot in his throat so tight is about to explode and make him bleed til he dies.

Hitoshi takes a faltering breath as he feels your forehead press against his.

“Let’s go home, love,” your gentle voice says and he feels like crying now.

But he nods and lets you help him up.

You’re his home. So he will go anywhere with you.

When Hitoshi wakes up the next day, he feels like a truck ran over him. Bones and all heavy, his head pulsing with pain that makes him want to vomit.

He remembers vaguely what happened. And he remembers you dragging his stupid and sorry-sad ass to the apartment. With Izuku. Midoriya helped you bring him home. How embarrassing.

Hitoshi finds the strength to sit on his bed, after seeing that your side of the bed is empty. That’s weird, but it doesn’t surprise him. It is just time you finally see the scum and worthless ass he is.

He rests his elbows on his knees, holding his head with his hands. It hurts, realizing that he lost you. Hurts more than anything. How fucking hypocrite of him. Yesterday, he was moping about the death of his team members, swearing that what he felt was pain. Nothing compares to what he’s feeling now.

The tears slide through his face before he has a chance to stop them.

He never deserved you. He doesn’t even deserve to be called a Hero.

He feels like a fucking loser.

“Hitoshi?”

Your voice makes him look up instantly. And in two long strides you’re kneeling on the floor in front of him, arms around his neck.

He immediately returns the hug. And cries. Like a fucking child.

But this is you, he can do this with you. He can be vulnerable with you.

“You stayed.” He cries, feeling like a wounded animal that needs help.

But somehow, he is. Wounded. In pain. And you’re his savior, what he needs to heal.

“I’m always going to be here, love. I choose you, and I will always do.”

The fingers of one of your hands slides in his hair as his whole body shakes in his cries.

“You have to stop doing this. Nothing that happened was your fault, and if you don’t believe yourself, believe me.” You back away from him just a bit so you can look into his eyes. “Believe me when I say that it was not your fault. And believe me when I say that it’s time you stop this behavior.” He knows you’re talking about his drinking habit from this past months.

“I choose you, but you have to choose me. Or… I don’t think I’m going to want to stay here to see you lose yourself. It hurts me too much, Hitoshi.”

That gets his attention completely.

No. He can't lose you. He won’t lose you. No. No. No.

You're the one crying now, and he’s the one that pulls you up so you straddle his waist and hold your face very close to his.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I won’t… I’ll be good, I’ll be better for you, I promise.” He chants like a prayer as he kisses every part of your face as he can.

You shake your head, “No. Be good for you, be better for you. Because you deserve it. You deserve to be happy, Hitoshi.”

He doesn’t believe it. Not yet anyway.

But he believes you. He loves you. And if to cherish you how you deserve means he has to believe he’s good, he will.

He will be good for you. And with time, for himself too.

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[ariiluvsyou]

scenario where shinsou and reader (fem) were having "fun" then they got caught by aizawa 🤭 [u dont have to write this lol!!] - v

Authors Note: Hello V!! Omg, thank you for using a sign off your the first person to do that I really hope I see you regularly! Oh! And please feel free to use emoji sign off if you’d like too, ＼(≧▽≦)／

OFC I’D WRITE THIS FOR YOU! I made it into more of a short fic bc like you said its like a scenario but hope you like it my friend! Also thank you for requesting Shinso, I LOVE Bakugo but I felt kinda bad for him being the only one in my MHA/BNHA masterlist

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Shinso Hitoshi x F!Reader

Description: After a very tiresome meeting with Aizawa, your pro hero boyfriend decided you were the perfect candidate to let off some steam. Not only was he enjoying himself, but he was also getting some much needed revenge by fucking over his mentor’s desk. Too bad Aizawa decided to enter his office at the wrong time. 

Rating: Smut

Disclaimer: Spanking, Light Choking, Exhibitionism,  Degration + Praise, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Sex, Getting Caught Doin The Nasty, Angry Sex

Word Count: 1222

 Links:  Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything, Tag List

“Fucking slut,” Shinso growled out, his thrusts slapping hard against your ass with every syllable. He was pissed, since becoming a pro hero Aizawa had managed to be up his ass about every mistake for the past month, and it seemed today was the last straw for your boyfriend. 

This is what caused your current position, bent over his boss's desk, clothes haphazardly pulled down just enough so he had access to your aching cunt.  You whimpered, pushing your ass to meet his leaking cockhead halfway, scratching at the dark oak desk from the ecstasy Shinso provoked. 

"Toshi!" You cried when he hit a sensitive spot on your spongey walls, your pussy fluttering around him in a way that made his hips stutter before quickly working back into his rough pace. 

Shinso's hands moved from his place on your back to trail up your sides, making sure to give your breasts a sharp squeeze,  before placing two of his fingers on your pouty red lips. "Open," he commanded, a slight pant in his voice.

You whined once more but decided to obey since he already wasn't in the best of moods. You parted your lips, making sure to swipe your tongue along his fingers as two of his pale appendages into your mouth. 

"Suck 'em, you know what I like," your boyfriend used his other hand to slap your ass, creating another red mark on top of the many finger-print-sized bruises you adorned. Quickly you got to work, swirling your tongue and moaning around his digits. 

"Damn, had to shut you up with my fingers so we don't get caught," he laughed mockingly, although he himself was in no better shape than you. His usually flared-out purple hair was now starting to droop, sweat beading at his forehead as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes and the most adorable scrunch to his eyebrows as he focused on pushing himself as deep as possible in you. Fuck, why did he have to be so pretty?

You couldn't take it anymore, the way his dick stretched you out so deliciously, the way he moaned and grunted, the way he had a tight grip on your ass and tongue. "Toshi, Hitowshi bwaby, so gwood," you moaned, voice muffled by his fingers which were now stroking your tongue, thumb rubbing your cheek from the outside. 

Shinso pulls out of your warm heat till only the tip was left, laughing at the way you cried out. You attempted to rub yourself on him, searching for any type of friction but Shinso was quick to push on your back, your breasts smashing against some very important documents Aizawa had. 

"Look at you wiggle," he teased, watching at your cute little hole squeezed around nothing. "So fucking dirty, crying for my cock on my boss's desk," he paused to moan when you squeezed your cunt around his sensitive cockhead. His hand reached down to spread your lips, watching as he slammed his full length into you. 

"Hitoshi!" You screamed, voice not coming clear since his hand abandoned your drooling mouth and moved to grip on your neck. He squeezed gently, providing a delicious pressure on your throat as he fucked you silly, thrusts so hard they caused ripples on your ass. 

"Mmph, baby fuck! So fucking cute, do whatever I ask huh?" Shinso asked, spanking you once more. Your eyes closed as you let your tongue hand out of your mouth, completely drunk off the feeling your boyfriend provided you. 

"Yeah, that's it, think you deserve a little reward," his hand reached down to rub your clit, messaging small circles in a way that had your toes curling. "Go ahead and cum baby, cum all over his desk. 

There was just something so overwhelmingly hot about fucking on Aizawa's desk, the risk of being caught, the anger behind your boyfriend's movements, how Shinso mixed his degrading with sweet praises, so filthy to the point you couldn't keep quiet anymore despite your weak attempts. Shinso just felt too good, his long fingers lingering on your neck, your ass burning from his heavy hands, him toying with your clit, and of course, his large cock rubbing your sensitive walls in a way only he could.  Within seconds the combination of these aspects had you creaming around Shinso's dick. 

"C-Cumming! 'm cumming, Hitoshi please!" You begged, legs shaking from the intense feeling, surely you would have fallen if it wasn't for the desk beneath you. Your hands reached out to claw at whatever you could, knocking down some items in the process. "Toshi, please cum, wanna feel you so bad." Drool dribbles down your cheek you lean your head down onto the cool surface beneath you, withering in this intense feeling. 

"Fuck, fuck! Why do you have to be so fucking tight—fuck hahh!" Shinso had let go of his grip on your neck and clit, leaving red marks from where his hands had previously been, and used both his hands to grab your waist, pulling you to meet his heavy thrusts.

By now your pussy was sopping wet, a thick creamy ring forming around the base of hm and dripping to his balls. Your pussy fluttered around him, squeezing him tightly almost making it hard to pull out. You always milked him so fucking good. 

"Shit, why do you have to be like this? My perfect slut."

Shinso panted when he finally pumped one final time, reveling in the wet slapping sound that came from it before emptying his balls in your cavern. Even while he was cumming his thrusts never stopped, although now softer and more sparatic. In the end, you two were a mess, Shinso leaving over your body basking in the afterglow. 

It felt so nice, feeling his cum slosh around inside you, his hands petting your head and allowing you to catch your breath. While Shinso could be rough he never failed to treat you like a princess after, you knew when you got home you would be showered in praises, kisses, and massages. 

"You okay honey?" He rasped, humping you against the desk. Your cunt couldn't help but flutter around him despite being exhausted. You turned your head to meet his tired eyes, watching as his once angry face from earlier melted into a pretty smile. 

"'m okay, but what about you baby? You feel better from earlier?" He chuckled at your response, always so attentive was his girlfriend. With a grin plastered on his lips, he placed gentle kisses on your back, his thurst finally halting as he pulled his head back to watch his cum leak out of you and back onto his cock. 

"I'm fucking fantastic."

The intimate moment was halted by loud commotion coming from outside the office, angry stomps trailing down the hallway to the front of the door. 

"They fucking did it again! I swear to god these kids will kill me, they destroyed so much fucking property! In fucking ruins!" The voice of Aizawa growled out, most likely screaming at his assistant before slamming his office door open. 

Shinso was fast to react, quickly pulling out of your warm heat with a hiss before scrambling to pull his pants up and using his body to hide your naked body from the very angry pro hero. 

"Oh my fucking god!" If Shinso thought Aizawa was annoying before, he was in for a real treat. 

Authors Note: OKAY OKAY YOU CAN IMAGINE THE REST! I think Shinso would attempt to use his quirk to make Aizawa forget this whole fiasco but idk if he’s quick enough (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) Also sorry this is shorter than usual! But I hope you enjoyed anyways <33 Please leave a comment, lemme know what you think! Don’t forget to check out my other works, and requests are currently open!! BYE BYE (ノ*°▽°*)

Links: Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything, Tag List 

Tag List: @katscki​, @libidinous-weeb

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[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

loverboy! hitoshi shinsou grips your chubby cheeks when he’s deep inside of you. your juicy lips smushed together drool down the side as he softly kisses them, telling you to pay attention to him, forcing your eyes to return from the back of your head. he loves watching the metaphorical hearts of your pupil take shape in the brown of your eyes, he groans so beautifully when they roll back again cuz how can you focus when he’s fuckin you soo good and deep??

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

#city.writes #black reader #black writers #black yn #x black reader #black fem reader #x black fem reader #mha smut #mha hitoshi #mha headcanons #hitoshi shinsou #personal headcanon #shinso x black!reader

[stellar-constellations]

Bound Together: Chapter 1 (ONGOING SLOW BURN SERIES)

WARNING: This series will include; mild gore, toxic relationships that should NOT be replicated in real life, murder, yanderes, cursing, implications of misandry (male misogyny), Non-Con (perhaps Dead Dove since it could be disturbing to some), bullying, violence, sexual harassment, and possibly more.

Reader has a huge fear of adult men/rape. Reader is EXTREMELY MANIPULATIVE. Reader is a foreigner (American, to be specific). Reader has their own backstory.

I've genuinely never got into BNHA, so the timeline and such is most likely inaccurate, but Hitoshi managed to steal my heart so here we are.

Yandere! Hitoshi Shinso x Yandere! Fem! Reader:

Wordcount: 14,000+ words.

Series chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, ongoing.

        QUIRK INFO (important for story): Quirk's name is Karma. While it's unknown what exactly Karma is, she has her own feelings, thoughts, and shadow-like form. Karma is extremely manipulative and enjoys chaos and trouble, yet has a hidden soft side. Karma can take the blows with little damage done to her or (Y/N), yet she tires (Y/N) out greatly when used. Karma's body is made of dense gas. (Y/N) and Karma can communicate telepathically. When Karma is out of (Y/N)'s body, (Y/N) is unstable and emotional. Karma can alter her shape, shape-shiftng since she's a shadow, but she mainly retains the same silhouette of (Y/N)

        (Y/N)'s father was a Pro Hero and had moved to Japan for a promotion, bringing his family and his six year old daughter along with. (Y/N) remembered saying goodbye to her friends with absolutely no reason to call them or promise it when they asked if they'd keep in contact. When she moved away she didn't expect all the culture changes such as the tradition, foods, festivals, people, and language. It was all so confusing to navigate through for the young mind.

        With her father's promotion came a tutor who would teach the family Japanese. By ten, (Y/N) was fluent in Japanese with minor mix-ups and such. She didn't have any friends in Japan and was labeled a loner because not only was she foreign, but she couldn't speak their language either. Now that she could speak Japanese, she could understand what the kids would yell at her.

        Japanese bullies are absolutely ruthless, way more than in America. Americans just like to push and shove you, call you names in the hallways, give you swirlies and write on a paper “kick me!” and tape it onto your back (she's never been a victim of it since she was decently popular at her old school, but she's seen it happen to others). Japanese bullies slam you against lockers with force, write death messages on your desk, hit and stab you with sharp objects, corner you in alleys and beat you up, even going as far as to breaking into your home and vandalizing it. (Y/N) have been subjected to this. It didn’t help that she was quirkless (at the time) and didn’t speak Japanese. 

        She wanted to tell her father but he was at work all the time. She wanted to tell her mother but she had left her father before they moved to Japan. She wanted to tell the teachers but she couldn’t speak their language and they could class less as they obviously saw the signs yet did nothing to stop it.

        (Y/N) was seven years old and walked into her classroom, taking a seat at her desk with neat handwriting written on it. She didn’t have to know Japanese to understand it meant she wasn’t welcomed. The kids in her class liked to grab the whiteboard erasers and hit them on the sides of her head, leaving powdered white chalk dust in her hair and school uniform.

        She didn’t want to fight them because she didn’t want the bullying to escalate, nor could she speak their language and tell them to stop. She also didn’t want to get suspended and have her father get mad or disappointed in her. However, one day when (Y/N) sat at her vandalized desk and the four girls grabbed the whiteboard erasers, she felt something in her snap.

        It pissed her off that they didn’t like her. Everyone at her old school had no problem liking her, why couldn't they? She was a foreigner and Japan didn’t like new things, they thought new was scary. They didn’t even try to get to know her or even show her kindness, so why should she keep up her act? 

        She stood up quickly and winded her fist back, punching the black-haired girl with all her might. The girl flew back and hit some desks, causing some students to gasp and others to laugh. (Y/N)'s fists and body were shaking and her face was red and hot as angry tears rolled down her face. 

        When one of the girl's friends tried to grab (Y/N)'s hair, she dodged yet fell to her knees. A shock of pain hit her feeling as if her back was being torn apart by a pair of dull scissors as the back of her uniform ripped opened. A shadow crawled out, one who was not happy at all. They punched the girl in front of (Y/N), then grabbed her and arm pulled her up.

        “Who are you?” (Y/N) questioned, ignoring the pain in her back or the wet blood trickles from her spine to the back of her legs. 

        “Less talking, more punching.” The shadow huffed, running up and tackling another one of the girls.

        Surprisingly, for her first school fight, she held out decent, thanks to the mysterious shadow. 

        “Karma, motherfucker!” (Y/N) shouted, kicking the last girl in the head. 

        That was the end of our brawl before her and the shadow got dragged into the principal’s office. He chewed them out but (Y/N) honestly had no idea was he was saying and neither did the shadow.

        (Y/N)'s father had to pick her up from school and the shadow stuck around, seemingly confused on what to do now. Her father was mad, but it turned to confusion once he noticed the shadow.

        “So, what do we call you?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “Hm…” the shadow thought to themself, thinking. “Just call me Karma. I liked the way it was said earlier. It sounded badass.” The shadow, Karma, giggled. 

        It was the day (Y/N) found new hope to stand up for herself. A beacon of light that was installed into her soul so that she could walk through the dark without worry. She realized she could use my fists as a way to defend herself and provide safety for herself. She wasn't only fighting for herself now; she was fighting for her family's name, her happiness, and her second half, Karma. After that fight, no other bullies decided to mess with (Y/N); physically, at least. They still called her names behind her back, but they didn't decide to physically torment her anymore. Some kids tried to be friends with her but she paid no attention to them, especially because they were the kids who sat back and laughed when the bullying happened.

        When she turned ten and understood full Japanese, she found herself pondering on what she wanted to be when she grew up. She wanted to be a writer, a nurse, and a hero. (Y/N) eventually decided she wanted to be someone who'd help and care for civilians as a hero and have a side hobby as a writer for fun.

        She was more of a loner at school which made school really boring and long, especially because of having no friends to talk to pass time, so she decided she wanted to make friends. She wanted to make friends with a loner too, that way she didn’t have to fight for their attention with other friends, and a loner would be more likely to accept her friendship and not make fun of her like others in groups would. She didn't really care what their personality would be, in fact, she would probably enjoy it if they were extroverted and loud—the opposite of her—just so she could have someone to entertain her long enough during the school hours until she can go home.

        For the few weeks she studied the kids around me, during class and during lunch, for the perfect candidate victim. It wasn’t until she was in class hearing about the "villain" in class 2C. She listened to the conversation the two boys were having, hearing them gossip about the guy's quirk being basically mind-control and how he’d be an upcoming villain.

        Well, with people talking about him like that, I wouldn’t doubt he’d become a villain. (Y/N) thought to herself. 

        Mind-control? That sounds awesome! Karma said.

        Well, I'm glad you see some light in it. (Y/N) thought.

        I want to be friends with him. Karma spoke. We can use him to brainwash the entire school into doing our every bid and command.

        That sounds like too much work. (Y/N) thought. I don't want to do something so tiring.

        Hard work pays off. Ooo, we should have him tell kids to kill themselves! Yeah! Take a swan dive down the school roof like they told us! Karma cheered on.

        No, Karma. We're not doing that. (Y/N) thought to herself. Besides, we have to find this kid. We don't even know what he looks like. 

        The bell rang and (Y/N) stood up from class. Since the two boys were talking about the unnamed kid rather rudely, it's a good bet that the kid is a loner, possibly even getting bullied himself. She just had to find a kid who's a loner and getting bullied. Turns out, that's easy when you're in middle school. Word gets around, literally. 

        A locker in the hallway was dented and had red and white spray painted words on the locker, telling the owner of the locker to "go kill themselves" and to "give up being a hero"

        So the kid dreams of being a hero? (Y/N) thought to herself, watching as the paint dripped down, still obviously wet. 

        Lame. Karma thought. 

        We're trying to be the same thing. (Y/N) pointed out.

        You just want your dad to praise you, I'm just in it to kick ass. Karma retorted.

        (Y/N) stared at the locker, watching to see if anybody would be brave enough to walk up and claim it as their own. A boy with indigo purple hair and bags under his eyes walked to it, not even bothering to read the words—as if he already knows what's there—and opened the locker, smearing white spray paint onto his hand.

        Poor boy. (Y/N) thought, feeling a slight hint of pity for him. 

        Only slightly.

        She noticed a duo of boys walk to the locker, recognizing them from her class as the—Hiro and Yamada, their names were—and started walking up to the unsuspecting boy. She passed the boy and got in the two bullies way, preventing them from getting to the boy.

        “Oh, I’m sorry.” She apologized.

        They tried to move a different direction but she just purposely got in their way again, stepping in between them and the boy.

        “Sorry.” She smiled nervously.

        He’s aware of the situation now and is on guard. Karma informed (Y/N).

        “Move it, American bitch.” Hiro said, grabbing her shoulder and shoving her out of their way.

        (Y/N) resisted the urge to turn around and grab his shoulder, punch him in the face.

        I got this. Karma spoke.

        No. Don’t do it. It’s not worth it, we can potentially scare off the boy if we get violent. (Y/N) informed.

        Fine… Karma sighed, annoyed at there being no action today. 

        (Y/N) wiped Hiro’s touch off her jacket’s shoulder (a jacket that doesn’t follow the dress code’s uniform, but she doesn’t care and the teachers don’t care enough either) and turned around. 

        She saw the indigo boy walk away and the two other boys go a separate way.

        Well, at least he’s safe. She thought.

        Normally, she would’ve completely ignored the scene and look around to see whose recording so she can find the video later and send it to those in exchange for some information, so she found it strange that she decided to step it (let alone with the boy realizing it, so she can’t tell him he owes her a favor). 

        Well, I couldn’t let him get beaten up in front of me. It would be a bad impression if he spotted me in the crowd watching him getting ganged up on. (Y/N) thought. Why doesn’t he just decide to control their minds to make them go away?

        (Y/N) kept track of his dull purple hair and followed it through the school body, following him out of the school and into the back of the gardens where he sat under a tree. He stared at the clouds for some time before dozing off.

        Does he not get enough sleep? It would explain his eye bags. Perhaps it’s too loud at home? A abusive household? Insomnia? Studying for school? More thoughts raced in her head and she watched the boy, trying to decide if she’d have him as a friend or not.

        He seems fine. Besides, that quirk of his could come really handy for us. Karma persisted.

        That’s true. (Y/N) bets she could find a way to get him to do what she wants, but she definitely won’t use him often in case he catches on. Not only that, but being his friend could really help him not turn out to be a villain—that would create problems for all of Japan since he can control people and she might have to fight him one day (she’d be devastated if she lost).

       That settles it, Karma. Tomorrow we’re going to be his friend. (Y/N) spoke

        Why not now? Karma questioned impatiently.

        I don’t want to wake him up and have him mad at us—that could blow our chances. (Y/N) reasoned.

        While the two argued telepathically, the boy questioned why she could be here. He noticed what she did for him in the hallway, but why would the foreigner risk becoming a larger target by helping him out? Was it pity?

        “Are you just going to stand there?” the indigo boy spoke, opening one of his tired eyes and looking at (Y/N).

        “Ah!” (Y/N) jumped, letting out a surprised yelp. “I-uh…” she stammered, trying to find an excuse for her creepy stalking.

        Shit! I didn’t think of an excuse since I didn’t expect on meeting him today. (Y/N) thought.

        Why don’t you like… punch him to assert your dominance? Karma suggested.

        You’re so barbaric. (Y/N) huffed.

        At least I’m throwing out ideas! Karma retorted.

        Quick! Think of something embarrassing! (Y/N) spoke.

        Well, for starters, you purposely trying to embarrass yourself is embarrassing enough, especially for me since I'm associated with y—

        That works! 

        “I…” (Y/N) paused, clasping her hands together and adverting her eyes to look away, her face red in embarrassment. “I just want to be your friend.” 

        The boy raised his eyebrows, unamused.

        Like I believe that… he thought.

        (Y/N) noticed his unfazed expression and resisted the urge to scrunch her face in confusion.

        Why didn’t my charms work? Usually any boy who sees a nervous blushing girl becomes pudding at my feet? What’s with this guy? (Y/N) thought, the gears turning in her head as she avoided eye contact to keep up her act. 

        Maybe he’s gay? Karma questioned.

        “I just…” (Y/N) mentally sighed, resisting the urge not to cringe at her next words, “want to be friends!” 

        Silence. The only thing that could be heard was the slight breeze of the wind hitting the tree leaves above the two.

        “No thanks.” the indigo boy spoke, closing both his eyes.

        Excuse me? (Y/N) and Karma thought simultaneously. 

        How dare he say that? How dare he reject us?! We’re probably the most special thing that’s ever happened in his life and he’s rejecting our blessing of alliance? I pity the fool! Karma shouted.

        Perhaps he’s just shy? Or maybe thinks we’re playing a joke on him? We should work to building rapport! (Y/N) reasoned.

        Let’s just find another kid! Absolutely this guy is too dumb to be hanging around the likes of us. Karma huffed.

        We can’t do that! (Y/N) declared rather firmly.

        Why not? Don’t tell me you got a crush! Karma groaned.

        No way! (Y/N) shouted, her face going red whilst the indigo boy opened his eyes, looking confused to find her still here.

        “Can you leave now?” he questioned. 

        This boy rejected my advances. No boy has ever been able to reject me when I purposely threw myself at them! Who is this boy and how does his brain work? (Y/N) thought, a morbid sense of curiosity forming inside her head.

        I need to find out how his head works. I need to know how he thinks and why he thinks. This friendship of ours will be like no other! (Y/N) declared strongly inside her head.

        Great. Here I thought I was the crazy one. Karma sighed.

        “What is your name?” (Y/N) questioned, ignoring (forgetting) his previous question as she walked over and sat down in front of him.

        “…Huh?” the indigo boy voiced.

        “What’s your name? I’m (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N).” (Y/N) introduced.

        “Can you go away?” the indigo boy restated.

        “Can’t you at least tell me your name before I leave?” (Y/N) pouted, a slight frown on her face at his words.

        Why isn’t he just playing into it? she wondered.

        The boy stared at her for a few seconds (ones that felt like an eternity), before he sighed.

        “Hitoshi Shinso. Now go.” He spoke.

        “As promised, I will leave.” (Y/N) smiled, satisfied at the small step as she stood up. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Shinso.”

        “Wait, no. No you will not-“ he spoke, but was cut off by (Y/N).

        “Bye now!” (Y/N) smiled, running away and waving.

        See? It worked out! (Y/N) pridefully smirked.

        As if. He had no interest in you. Karma sneered.

        Yet. He has no interest yet. I’ll make him be my friend. (Y/N) stated confidently.

        Why him? Sure he has a cool quirk and a gay mind but that’s it. Karma sighed.

        I guess… (Y/N) paused, thinking of what to tell Karma. He didn’t fall for my tricks. No man or woman has been able to resist me when I wanted them to yearn for me.

        I think you just got sloppy. Or maybe these Japanese men are prone to American women? Karma questioned.

        It doesn’t matter. Right now we should be thinking about how to earn his trust. (Y/N) explained.

        Give him food. Karma suggested.

        What is he? A dog? (Y/N) sassed, then thought about it. Actually… not too shabby, Karma. It’s lunchtime and he didn’t have any lunch today, we should make him one for tomorrow.  

        You doubt my smarts until I’m needed. Karma huffed.

        Put a sock in it. (Y/N) sighed, not feeling like arguing anymore with Karma today. 

        Give him meat. Men like meat. Make it raw, it makes them feel as if they killed the food themselves. Karma spoke.

        I want you to take back what you said about being smart earlier. And I want you to shut up because that was a ridiculous idea, you damn barbarian. I’m convinced that you’re a soul from my past life that’s come to haunt me. (Y/N) deadpanned.         .         .         The day went slow as did her mind. She found herself falling asleep in the classroom, resting her head on her elbows and closing her eyes for what she hoped would be a quick power nap, ending up being the next two hours of school. This late into the year the teacher had already grown customary to the girl’s annoying habits.

        “Well, sleep is needed to grow…” she would say whenever a student questioned why (Y/N) got to sleep in class undisturbed. 

        The first few times she answered this question she was met with a “Then she sure needs it, height-wise.” from Hiro usually. Now, Hiro and Yamada won’t bother trying to wake her up since she just goes right back to sleep (it’s not fun picking on a sleeping person that cannot comprehend your bullying). 

        The bell rang and everyone left the class except for the sleeping girl. The teacher erased the chalkboard and gathered her class papers from today, checking everyone’s work. She grabbed (Y/N)'s paper and did a quick check, deeming she was smart enough to sleep in class tomorrow if she fell asleep, and gently tapped (Y/N)'s shoulder. (Y/N) jumped violently, shooting up and looking at the teacher.

        “The bell rang. It’s time to go home now.” The teacher smiled.

        “Damn— I-I mean wow. Already? Okay.” (Y/N) corrected herself, wiping the drool off her face and fixing her hair. 

        She stood up from her desk and gathered her school supplies, shoving them into her backpack and rushing out of the classroom. 

        “Thank you for waking me up! Have a nice day, miss!” (Y/N) spoke, waving bye before running out into the hallway.

        She went to the back of the school and ignored the druggies and gangs back there. As long as you don’t make eye-contact with them, they won’t bother you. She uses this route since it helps her stay away from the bullies in her class who wait at the front gates. (Y/N) jumps the back gate to run to her neighborhood and so far the kids haven’t caught onto her route yet.

        (Y/N) made it to the back gate fence and started to climb up, before stopping.

        Hiro and his gang are waiting for any easy target at those front gates. Is it possibly Shinso could be there too? (Y/N) thought.

        Karma, can you go take care of that? (Y/N) questioned (ordered), jumping down the fence and taking off her jacket so Karma can leave her body without damaging it on her way out.

        What am I, your dog? Karma snapped.

        I mean… 

        Don’t even finish it. Karma huffed, crawling out of (Y/N)'s body.

        By now it can barely hurt anymore, the pain numbing overtime. It doesn’t hurt or scar as much as it did the first few times, by now her body has grown accustomed and adapted to the invasion and retreat of Karma’s form. Karma left her body, allowing (Y/N) to climb up the school’s back gate and run home. Meanwhile, Karma ventured out to the front courtyard without a care in the world. 

        Karma waited in the shadows of the school’s gate, looking for the purple-haired boy before finally finding him walking outside. 

        (Y/N) will get mad at me if I fight with those boys, but she’ll get mad if I don’t do anything either to save the brat. Karma thought, huffing. I still think I should just punch the kid to assert dominance, or at least find a new victim to befriend. 

        Karma walked out of the shadow’s gates just as the bullies started to circle Shinso. Karma pushed the boys out of her way and grabbed Shinso’s arm.

        “Hey! It’s that foreigner's quirk!” one of the bullies shouted, recognizing the shadow’s figure.

        Oops, maybe I should’ve changed forms beforehand. Oh well. Karma thought, not really putting enough disappointment in her thoughts as she started running away with Shinso to the back of the school.

        “What are you doing?!” Shinso shouted, an annoyed expression on his face.

        “Saving you from getting your ass kicked, duh!” Karma retorted. 

        “I don’t need your help!” he hissed.

        “Too bad.” Karma commented. 

        She let go of Shinso’s hand and ran through the gate, looking back at Shinso.

        “Let’s go, moron!” she exclaimed impatiently.

        Shinso muttered something under his breath and groaned, rolling his eyes and grabbing the metal wiring, climbing up the fence. He landed on the ground and looked at Karma, waiting for their next move.

        Shouts could be heard on the other side of the fence before banging on the metal. Shinso turned to see Hiro and Yamada there with their big group of four now. They all started to climb one another to get over the fence.

        “C’mon, brat.” Karma huffed, grabbing Shinso’s arm again and started running, dragging Shinso with. “Where do you live?” Karma questioned.

        “Like I’d tell you that.” Shinso scoffed.

        “Listen, man. I don’t want nothing to do with you as you do me, but the brat just needs to make sure you’re safe.” Karma complained.

        “Well I do—wait, who?” Shinso questioned.

        “Obviously that girl from earlier. Like anyone else wants something to do with you.” Karma snarked. “That girl is just insane and dumb! I wouldn’t want to be her friend either if I was you, but I’m not and I’m stuck with her for life!” 

        “You’re her quirk?” Shinso questioned. “Like, the foreign girl’s quirk?” 

        “Quite a reputation we have. You falling for us?” Karma gleamed.

        “In your dreams…” Shinso muttered. “What’s she want with me anyways?” 

        “To be your friend.” Karma spoke, resisting the urge for her to add on “oh, but I want your power!”

        “I don’t want to be her friend.” Shinso deadpanned.

        “Join the club.” Karma commented. “Anyways, why don’t you just beat up them bullies? You got that mind-control quirk right? Just tell them to leave you alone or something.” 

        “You don’t worry about it.” Shinso snapped rudely.

        “Pardon my French, did I hit a nerve?” Karma smiled. “What? Can't control your quirk or something? You afraid of something? C’mon, the girl ain’t here to hear how much of a shitty person you are.” 

        Shinso suddenly stopped running, causing Karma to stop running too.

        “This is my place. You and the girl leave me alone now.” Shinso demanded, glaring at the shadow before walking up to his apartment’s door.

        “No thank you?!” Karma questioned, shouting at Shinso.

        Shinso flipped her off before opening the door and slamming it shut.

        “What a pain in the ass…” Karma sighed, looking around to see where she was.

        She realized that she wasn’t far from (Y/N)'s neighborhood and laughed.

        “Oh, (Y/N) will love this!” Karma cackled, skipping her merry way down the streets.

        Karma made it to the house and walked through the door, looking around before finding (Y/N) in the kitchen.

        “How’d it go?” (Y/N) questioned, cooking up some meat.

        “Good. What are you cooking?” Karma questioned, trying to steal a piece of meat.

        “Ah! No! Not for you!” (Y/N) scolded, hitting Karma’s hand away. “You can’t even eat it! You have no mouth. I’m basically the mother bird throwing chewed up food into your mouth.” 

        “Please reframe from saying that.” Karma cringed.

        “Please reframe from stealing Shinso’s food.” (Y/N) retorted.

        “It is for the brat? He said he doesn’t want to see you or me anymore.” Karma spoke, relaying what Shinso said to her earlier.

        “He says that, but he’ll think twice after trying some of this!” (Y/N) beamed.

        “What is it?” Karma questioned.

        “Well, I don’t know what his favorite food is. So I figured I’d put all of the food categories together! He wants to be a hero, so I did protein such as chicken and steak. Vegetables like celery and carrots. Fruit like strawberries and blueberries. I’ll make homemade bread rolls later for grain. And apple juice!” (Y/N) explained. "So he can grow up big and strong!"

        “And you say you’re not in love with him, correct?” Karma teased.

        “You’re funny.” (Y/N) growled, shooting Karma a nasty look. “The last time I liked someone was in Kindergarten, and he confessed to me then a year later gained a crush on my best friend and left me!” 

        “You must’ve not been good enough. With that personality, I don’t blame him.” Karma teased, resorting in (Y/N) throwing a wooden spoon at Karma.

        Karma quickly ducked and raised her fist at (Y/N) since she didn’t have a face to return the glare.

        “Definitely not good enough.” Karma huffed. 

        “Done talking? Ready to go back?” (Y/N) grumbled.

        “No. I want to stay out longer. I rarely get to come out!” Karma whined.

        “Then quite being a brat.” (Y/N) huffed.

        “No promises.” Karma smirked.         .         .         Shinso stared at the blank ceiling in his room, tired but not finding it easy to slumber (like always it seems). Usually all that would be on his mind is how he can’t sleep, but today he found his thoughts drifting off—more specifically about the girl and her quirk.

        That girl is stubborn, so is the quirk. The quirk seems to have its own personality, can that be possible? And what’s with the girl, (Y/N), trying to be my friend? Does she really feel that bad for me? Shinso thought.

        I guess it makes sense, she is a foreigner so she’s not well-liked in the school. Others don’t like me because of my quirk. Hell, some might not like her because of her own quirk after that incident a few years ago. Shinso thought.

        Shinso remembered hearing about how a foreigner got in a fight with Hiro and Yamada, the two bullies that’s been stuck in her classes for four years now and just can’t seem to take a break (you think the first beating you’d leave them alone). He hasn’t heard of any other fights between them, and judging by how Karma ran from them when she helped kidnapped him, they're still fighting.

        Not only that, but even though he was rude to her (rightfully so, she interrupted his nap, or at least he was going to try to nap), she still decided to stick around and was even bold enough to say she was coming back tomorrow!

        That’s a lot of confidence for someone bullied, let alone a foreigner. Does she not realize my quirk? Shinso thought.

        No, the shadow quirk knew of my quirk, so obviously the girl ([Y/N], I think she said her name was) knew of my quirk too. So why did she get close to me knowing what I could do? he wondered.

        All these thoughts clouded his mind and kept him up when what usually kept him up at night was how quiet it’d be in his life—suddenly he’s being chased by a stubborn girl and her questionable quirk.         .         .         (Y/N) threw on her uniform’s shirt and skirt (breaking the dress code as usual by getting rid of her tie and keeping her collar unbuttoned), throwing on her jacket and brushing out her hair. She grabbed all her belongings and shoved them in her bag and sprayed perfume on herself.

        She walked out of her room and grabbed her backpack along with two bags of food, the lunch she prepared yesterday. She walked out her house and down her street, doing her best to remember where her school was.

        Yesterday she spent an extra ten minutes trying to figure out where her house was since she had forgotten the directions, so she ended up giving up and pulling out her GPS. Karma, luckily, was here to guide (Y/N) to school.

        Did I ever tell you the good news? Karma questioned.

        You’re leaving me? (Y/N) teased.

        If only it were that easy to rid myself of you… Karma sighed. No, the brat lives near us. In fact, I can guide you to his house. 

        Hm. Tempting. But I don’t want to see Shinso just now, I want to surprise him during lunch. (Y/N) explained.

        Surprise? But you have already told him you’re seeing him? Karma pointed out.

        I’m surprising him with lunch! (Y/N) reminded. Shinso is gonna be so happy when he sees I thought about him and his health that I cooked for him! He’s going to be so trusting of me that he’ll be my friend and I can finally have someone fun to talk to! (Y/N) spoke, a smile on her face as she walked with an extra hop in her step. 

        And he’ll be a powerful ally of ours! With our strength combined, we can take on the world! Karma beamed.

        You mean save it? Ya know, since we’re going to be heroes and all. (Y/N) pointed out.

        Of course, that’s what I meant. Karma corrected lazily (not exactly meaning what she said). 

        (Y/N) walked into the school courtyard and took off her home shoes and replaced them with school shoes. She placed the lunches in her locker so they don’t get stolen (or destroyed by Hiro and Yamada). She made it to her class and sat down, already excited for lunch so she can go win Shinso’s trust.          .         .         The bell for lunch finally rang (much to [Y/N]'s excitement) and she stood up for class eagerly. She made sure to walk out the second door, furthest away from Hiro and Yamada, that way she can make a run for it in the hallways and hopefully lose the two bullies in the crowd. 

        She pushed and shoved her way through the student body, finally getting to her locker and quickly unlocking it, making sure to grab both lunches and lock the locker back up. She noticed the two bullies closing in behind her and made haste, running into the woman’s bathroom and going into a stall.

        Karma, distract them while I go to Shinso. Don’t let them know where he hangs out at lunch, we can’t have him losing trust in us by leading bullies to him! (Y/N) ordered.

        And no beating them up? Karma sighed.

        No beating them up. (Y/N) confirmed, taking off her jacket.

        Man, I hate being such a goody-two-shoes. Karma complained, leaving (Y/N)'s body. 

        (Y/N) threw on her jacket again, carefully walking out of the stall and out into the hallways. Karma must’ve shoved Hiro and Yamada away from the hallway, allowing (Y/N) the chance at escaping through the school’s side-exit and making it to the tree Shinso was laying under yesterday. 

        Instead of expecting to see Shinso trying to sleep, she saw him lying under the tree with both eyes open, looking up at the sky. (Y/N) cleared her throat, quickly brushing her hair with her fingers and patting down her uniform. 

        “Shinso!” (Y/N) smiled, effectively gaining his attention as he turned his head her way.

        (Y/N) jogged up to him and gave him a smile, plopping down in front of him so he couldn’t quite avoid her eye contact, creating a more vulnerable and intimate environment for the two of them.

        “I got you something.” (Y/N) spoke, hanging Shinso a bag as he looked at it (with more interest than he’d like to admit) and accepted the bag.

        “You really didn’t have to...” Shinso muttered, opening the bag and finding the clumsily wrapped container.

        He wanted to laugh at her wrapping skills, but he was somewhat-thankful she made him something. After all, he doesn’t have much energy to eat, so having her actually put thought into him and take time out of her day to make him something made him want to smile (almost).

        “But I wanted to! I noticed how yesterday you didn’t eat lunch, and lunch is important for you because it helps you grow.” (Y/N) explained. “You want to be a hero right? You need to be strong and healthy.”

        (Y/N) noticed the droop in Shinso’s eyes at her words, resulting in (Y/N) wanting to punch herself. 

        Damn it! I messed up! (Y/N) thought.

        Duh, it was creepy how you knew his dream job. Karma explained, telepathically communicating with (Y/N) despite being somewhere around the school.

        No! Well yeah, but I said hero and that's what set him off! He gets bullied for wanting to be one because of that quirk of his. (Y/N) groaned.

        (Y/N) decided to keep her smile and ignore Shinso’s frown, deciding it would be best to not try and pry information from him just yet.

        “Well? Eat up, Shin! I wanna see how you like it.” (Y/N) spoke, allowing his mind to focus on the nickname she gave him.

        He sighed and opened the containers lid, taking the fork too and taking a bite of the steak inside.

        “It’s good...” Shinso muttered a compliment once he finished chewing his food.

        “Thank you! I had a hard time figuring out what I should make you so I figured this would work.” (Y/N) explained, opening her own container and digging in. “Hey, while we eat, let’s get to know each other. Yeah?” 

        Shinso shot her a glare, displeased at her idea. (Y/N) paid no mind to it as she thought of a question to ask him.

        “What’s your favorite color?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “That’s how you’re going to get to know me?” Shinso asked, obvious judgement in his voice.

        “Would you rather have me ask you something personal such as where you live?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “… Purple.” Shinso sighed.

        “I’m not surprised. It’s the color of your hair.” (Y/N) smiled. “My favorite color is (f/c). I like how it matches everything. Now, do you have a question you want to ask me?” 

        Shinso nodded, taking a blueberry and plopping it into his mouth.

        “Mm, why are you trying to be friends with me?” Shinso questioned.

        “Would you like the truth or the lie?” (Y/N) spoke, answering his question with her own.

        Shinso blinked, stopped his chewing so he can look up at her face instead of his food. He noticed how her blue eyes pierced into his purple ones, sending a electric shock of either discomfort or surprise (most likely both).

        He certainly wasn’t expecting that response.

        “Um… the truth?” Shinso spoke, almost hesitant of his answer.

        “I get bored throughout the day, so I wanna make friends. People here don’t like me because I’m a foreigner, and they don’t like you because of your quirk, so I figured we can be friends since we’re both unliked by those with low intelligence.” (Y/N) smiled before grabbing a raspberry from her container and chewing it.

        “You do realize I’m dangerous, right?” Shinso questioned, his tone sounding as if he was calling (Y/N) stupid.

        “Oh, have you not realized by now? I don’t care about how scary you are, I just wanna be friends with you.” (Y/N) spoke dully, taking a bite of her roll.

        Shinso felt his heart speed up a bit, deciding to chalk it up to the sun’s heat as he adverted his eyes.

        “Are all you Americans like this?” Shinso sighed.

        “Mm, probably not. I’m a really special person, all the more you should be friends with me~” (Y/N) sing-songed, watching as Shinso took a bite of his own roll, unconsciously mimicking her actions and now paying attention to her body language (just as she wanted; his attention).

        “If I be friends with you, will you leave me alone?” Shinso questioned.

        “Nope.” (Y/N) admitted.

        “And if I’m not friends with you?” Shinso questioned.

        “Also a hard no.” (Y/N) responded.

        “So… basically I have no say?” Shinso concluded.

        “Ding, ding, ding! Your prize is this blueberry!” (Y/N) smiled goofily, throwing a blueberry at Shinso.

        Shinso purposely moved his head away from her shot, causing her to frown.

        “You were supposed to eat that! That’s your prize!” she huffed.

        “Whoops.” Shinso muttered, not sorry at all.

        “What about a favorite animal?” (Y/N) questioned.

        Shinso doesn’t really understand how these elementary questions can help her get to know him, but he supposes it’s sort of nice icebreaker between the two. 

        “Cats.” Shinso spoke, causing (Y/N)'s face to scrunch up. “What?”

        “Little devils… like chihuahuas…” she grumbled. “I’m more of a big dog person.” 

        “But they drool and are always bouncing off the walls.” Shinso grimaced.

        “But at least they go on walks with you, and play with you and are fun. Cats liked to hit you and break things and huff hairballs.” (Y/N) defended. “Why do you like cats?”

        “They’re quiet and sleep. Leave them to their devices and they’re fine.” Shinso explained.

        “I’ve owned only one cat, and that cat is the only exception to my heart.” (Y/N) explained. “You ever own any dogs?” 

        “No way.” Shinso spoke, resisting the urge to scrunch up his face at just the thought. 

        “Suit yourself.” (Y/N) shrugged. “You come up with the next question.” 

        “Why’d you move here?” Shinso asked.

        “My dad’s job. Promotion for his hero job.” (Y/N) explained. 

        “So you plan on being a hero too?” Shinso questioned.

        “Might as well, I mean, it’s expected of me. I don’t have much passions either, and the ones I do have I don’t have enough energy to make it a job.” She admitted.

        “Shocking.” Shinso commented.

        This girl? Too little energy? Sound impossible, but he just met her yesterday so there’s not much to go off about her. It made Shinso wonder what else he doesn’t know about her.

        He found himself being immersed into her little 20 questions game along with the food and atmosphere. Whatever she’s planning, she’s real good at it, but he won’t put his guard down just yet. 

        The bell rang, signaling their game and food was up.

        “Where’s your class? I’ll walk you.” (Y/N) offered.

        Shinso stood up from his spot and silently led (Y/N) to his classroom while she talked, saying random things and whatever was on her mind (or at least make it seem she was saying whatever). By doing it, it made is seem as if she trusted him—that way she could earn his friendship quicker.

        She learned early on that people are very willing to talk about anything with “stupid” or “air-headed” people, so she makes it an effort to contribute that to her public personality when she feels it’s needed. Shinso would probably let information slip from his mouth and assume she was too dumb enough to look into it—just as long as she gains his trust, that is, which is why she needs to keep up this act.

        Usually, she’d rather be the introvert of her friends. She liked to listen and learn, but she’s more than willing to laugh and crack jokes too, though it’s been awhile since she’s had a genuine laugh from someone else in her life other than Karma and her.

        “Shinso, I heard from Karma that we walk the same way after school. We should meet up.” (Y/N) suggested, making it to Shinso’s classroom and stopping at the door.

        “Karma?” Shinso questioned, confused on who that could be until it clicked. “Your quirk has their own name?” 

        “Yes, she does. Own thoughts and feelings too.” (Y/N) explained.

        I’ve never heard a quirk that’s self-conscious. Shinso thought.

        “So, what do you say?” (Y/N) questioned, secretly impatient for his answer despite Karma already knowing where he lives.

        “I mean… sure?” Shinso agreed, albeit a bit hesitant. 

        “I’ll meet you here, okay?” (Y/N) smiled, giddy as she ran down the hall to make it to her classroom.

        I don’t appreciate him calling me a ‘quirk’” Karma huffed.

        What do you mean? (Y/N) questioned

        He said it with an attitude. Karma retorted.

        I think you’re jealous he likes me more. (Y/N) spoke, resisting the urge to publicly smirk. 

        He must’ve got inside your head to have you talking like that. Karma snarled.

        Doesn’t matter. What matters is he’s building trust for us. I supposed being disliked for so long makes you open up to the nearest person who shows interest—and fast. (Y/N) explained.         .         .         The day ended as (Y/N) maneuvered her way out of sight from Hiro and Yamada’s vision, heading to Shinso's class. 

        She saw the tuff of purple hair from Shinso and smiled, resisting the urge to run up and grab his shoulder, greeting him with a big flashy smile.

        I can’t touch him. He doesn’t seem like someone who’d appreciate physical contact. I haven’t earned his trust all the way to get to that stage, but I’ve won his friendship. (Y/N) thought to herself.

        She instead opted to run and smile at Shinso, leaving the physical intimacy for another day.

        “Hey, Shin! Ya ready to go home?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “Yeah.” Shinso responded, leading the way to the lockers for (Y/N) to follow.

        “How was class?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “Mm… Fine.” Shinso spoke, a little hesitant as he put genuine thought into his answer instead of going on auto-pilot like a normal person would.

        It made (Y/N) smile at the small clue. Shinso’s body language allows her to know and learn all about him. She wonders if he knows this. 

        “My class was boring. I had to do math, do you know I hate math?” (Y/N) sighed, speaking the truth.

        “It’s… interesting alright.” Shinso spoke, voicing his own opinion on it.

        “What’s your favorite subject?” (Y/N) questioned, going back to her elementary icebreakers.

        “Maybe language arts, it’s the quietest subject.” Shinso explained.

        “That’s my favorite too!” (Y/N) beamed. “Would you look at that, Shin. We have something in common.” 

        “Great…” Shinso murmured, the two of them reaching the lockers.

        They unlocked their lockers and changed their shoes. When they finished, (Y/N) tugged Shinso’s backpack.

        “We have to go through the courtyard. Hiro and the others will be waiting for us at the side-gate looking to ambush us, especially after that stunt from yesterday.” (Y/N) explained.

        Shinso hummed, walking out of the school’s front doors to the open front gates. He noticed her still cling onto his backpack and ignored the way his heart pumped an extra beat at realizing this. 

        “Do you have a favorite juice?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “Juice? Never thought about it.” Shinso admitted. “Maybe orange juice?” 

        “Shame on you.” (Y/N) huffed. “That’s only best for breakfast. Apple juice is obviously superior.” 

        “Really? So red apples or green apples?” he questioned.

        “Green! They have the perfect sourness and tartness to them.” (Y/N) answered without any hesitation, smiling that he was entertaining her little performance.

        “Wrong answer.” Shinso spoke. “Red, specifically gala apples, are the best apples.” 

        “Mm. No!” (Y/N) spoke, shaking her head. “I could’ve never expected you to believe in such falsehoods, Shin. A little disappointed, but hopefully you can win me back with this; what’s better? Pink lemonade or regular lemonade?”

        “Aren’t they just the same taste but with different colors?” Shinso questioned.

        “Oh!” (Y/N) feigned a gasp. “How could you? Obviously not! At least… not all that much. They have different tastes because strawberry juice is added into pink lemonade to make it pink.” (Y/N) explained.

        “Pink lemonade I guess.” Shinso spoke, opting to choose what he hoped was the correct answer (he doesn’t taste a difference in either lemonade).

        “Phew. I’m glad we see eye to eye. You earn three brownie points.” (Y/N) sighed in relief.

        Shinso resisted the urge to smirk, instead keeping his gaze intensely focused on the road ahead of him so he doesn’t crack a smile. Shinso led (Y/N) down to his neighborhood before he stopped in front of his house, ending their question game.

        “You going to be okay walking alone?” Shinso questioned, shoving his hands into his pants pockets.

        “Worried about lil ol’ me?” (Y/N) teased. “Don’t worry! I have Karma. We can take anyone on!” (Y/N) beamed, raising her arms to show him her “muscles” (not like it did any good with her jacket blocking the nonexistent muscles).

        Shinso looked at her hesitantly, seeming to have an internal struggle inside his head, before letting out a sigh as his shoulders drooped.

        “Do you have a cellphone?” he questioned.

        “Yep.” (Y/N) answered without second thought. “Why? Wanna get my number and ask me on a date?” she teased once more as she pulled her phone out from her backpack.

        “You wish.” Shinso stared blankly, taking her phone once she unlocked it.

        He typed his phone number in and added his contact name. 

        “Text me when you get home. Who knows what could happen, you might run into a villain.” Shinso spoke, handing (Y/N) her phone back.

        She stared at him, shocked at the gesture and his words. He genuinely cared for her? A girl he was trying to get rid of just yesterday? 

        She felt her heart race as her face started to heat up. She let out a fake laugh in hopes of throwing Shinso off her sudden quietness and smiled.

        “Okay, Shin. I’ll meet you here tomorrow and we’ll walk to school together, okay?” (Y/N) questioned.

        Shinso nodded in agreement. The two exchanged a look at each other, nothing but silence before (Y/N) threw him another smile.

        “Try not to miss me too much!” she spoke, waving at him as she walked down the street to head home.

        Your heart. Karma suddenly spoke.

        What about it? (Y/N) questioned.

        It skipped a few beats earlier. Is your heart in danger or ill? Karma asked.

        I don’t know what you’re talking about. (Y/N) said, acting clueless.

        I felt it! There’s something wrong with it! Karma argued.

        No. I was just surprised. (Y/N) excused. Forget about it and help us home so we can text Shinso and not leave him worrying.          .         .         Shinso waited patiently in front of his apartment for (Y/N). He looked at the clouds before hearing her footsteps, turning to face her.

        “Morning, Shin!” (Y/N) greeted.

        “Morning.” Shinso returned, starting their walk to school together.

        “How did you sleep?” (Y/N) questioned, making small talk to pass the time.

        “I slept okay.” Shinso murmured.

        I got three hours, that’s better than most nights. Shinso thought.

        “That’s good. I slept…” (Y/N) paused, thinking of her answer. “Okay too.” 

        Eight hours is not enough for me, I don’t care what anyone says. (Y/N) thought, slightly irritated. 

        “Hey, did you eat breakfast?” (Y/N) questioned.

        Now that he’s thinking about it, he didn’t. He doesn’t ever eat breakfast. His morning routine consists of sleeping and dressing, then heading out the door. The last time his parents cooked breakfast for him was when he was three (before they knew of his quirk).

        “No.” Shinso admitted.

        “We should get somethin’ from the vendors. It’s not good to learn on an empty stomach.” (Y/N) explained. “And this here is for lunch.” She spoke, gesturing to the lunches she made for them both. “Speaking of lunch. Here. Don’t try eating it now.” 

        Shinso accepted the bag and held it in his hand, carrying it for himself.

        “What's inside?” he questioned.

        “You got to found out at lunch.” (Y/N) smiled. 

        Normally Shinso wouldn’t entertain such ideas from others, but he doesn’t quite find himself caring too much about what was made, only that she made it herself (once again, putting time into caring for his well-being). 

        He decided to acknowledge this with a hum.

        “Okay. What’s your music taste?” (Y/N) questioned.

        Shinso stayed silent to think about what was most popular on his playlist. It was mostly just lofi-beats with mixing of slow depressing (or sometimes love) songs. 

        “Mostly lofi.” He admitted.

        “Oooo, good genre! I like it too, but I like all music.” (Y/N) smiled.

        “Impossible. Anyone that says they like all music has at least one genre they don’t like.” Shinso spoke.

        “Try me.” She smiled confidently.

        “Rap?”

        “Have it.” 

        “Pop?”

        “Yep.” 

        “Rock?” 

        “Rock on!"

        “Hip-hop.” 

        “Yep-pers.”

        “Spanish?”

        “Sí.”

        “Metal?”

        “My favorite.”

        “20’s?” 

        “Fancy it.” 

        Shinso paused, thinking.

        “Japanese death metal?” 

        “You won’t believe it! Yeah!” (Y/N) smiled.

        “Hm. I’m officially impressed.” Shinso admitted, his eyebrows raised slightly to show this.

        “Aren’t I just the best? I’m so awesome.” (Y/N) giggled.

        Shinso decided not to answer that, already deciding that she had too much of a ego. 

        “Okay. Now, favorite slushie flavor?” (Y/N) asked.

        The questions went on as they shared their answers (Shinso even being able to throw in some questions like “what’s your favorite candy?” just some simple questions since [Y/N] seemed to like them). 

        They made it to school and changed their shoes, putting their lunches in their lockers. (Y/N) bought Shinso and her granola bars from the school vending machines for breakfast, then offered to walk Shinso to his class so the two could spend some more time together. He ended up agreeing as they both enjoyed the last few minutes together. 

        “Hey, what’s your class?” Shinso questioned, eating his granola bar.

        “H-802, why?” (Y/N) asked.

        Same class as Hiro and Yamada. Shinso thought. There’s no doubt she’s not subjected to some type of harassment from those two in class.

        “Just so I know where you are.” Shinso spoke, then realized how creepy that sounded. “I mean like, so I know who your teacher is and all. Like, because I’m curious if we’re near each other? That way it’s easier to meet up and—“

        “I understand, Shin. No worries.” (Y/N) giggled, enjoying the way he tried it needlessly defend himself over something so small.

        He obviously is not good in social situations. (Y/N) thought warmly.

        I thought that was obvious. Karma commented.

        Shinso nodded, ignoring the fire growing on his face from his embarrassment.

        “I’ll see you later, yeah?” (Y/N) smiled.

        Shinso nodded once more, watching as (Y/N) walked away from him. 

        She’s not so bad. Shinso thought. It’s not as terrible as I thought it’d be to have her hanging out with me.         .         .         The bell rang as Shinso stood up and walked out of class. He waited a few minutes for (Y/N) outside of his classroom before giving up.

        Did she ditch me? he thought. She could’ve been wanting to be my friend as a prank or a bet. 

        A bad taste formed in his mouth as that last thought it. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time, but he liked that she actually made it seem like she wanted to get to know him better.

        He took a deep breath to gather this thoughts and emotions before sighing.

        Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t grow attached. He thought to himself. 

        He started to head off to his tree as he started walking down the hallway. He heard a familiar laughter and ducked into an empty classroom. 

        Hiro and Yamada were in the hallway, laughing to their hearts content with their little group.

        “Should even up your other eye since you let her get that hit on you.” One of the boys, Jāo, laughed.

        She? Are they talking about (Y/N)? 

        “Lucky shot. She swung wildly since I took her glasses off. Blinder than a bat.” Kishō chuckled. “Besides, I got her good with that punch? You see how much blood came pouring out of her mouth? Think she bit her tongue.”

        “I hope so. Maybe bite it off so she’d keep that smart mouth of hers shut.” Hiro commented. “It was really getting boring so I’m glad she presented the opportunity.” 

        “I almost feel bad because of how easy it was.” Yamada laughed.

        Of course it’d be easy. Five against two is no bragging right. Shinso thought, irritated. 

        “I don’t want to hear you talking. You got hit with a metal chair five times.” Hiro laughed.

        “Like you can talk. She really tried stabbing you with a pair of scissors after I finally got the damn chair out of her hands. Would’ve got you too if I didn’t help you.” Yamada growled.

        “Aw! We should’ve cut her hair too while we were at it! It’s about time for her to get a new look, it’s a waste of long hair with how she doesn’t style it.” Jāo exclaimed.

        “We always have tomorrow. We can catch her during lunch while she’s sleeping and the teacher leaves. She’s bound to fall asleep in class again soon.” Hiro explained.

        They’re going to corner her and plan more? As if what they did today wasn’t enough? Shinso thought as they passed the room he was in, their obnoxious voices still being heard loud and clear in his ears as they walked further down the hall.

        “Teacher’s favorite. Seriously, how does she have good grades and sleep in class?” Yamada huffed. “Huh, maybe we can spread a rumor about her sleeping with the teacher? Yeah?” 

        Shinso heard enough. He stepped out of the classroom and made his way towards the group who had their backs turned.

        “Where is she?” Shinso questioned, glaring at Hiro.

        “Aw, damn it! He heard! He’s going to snitch.” Kishō exclaimed.

        “Like I’d tell—“ Hiro’s eyes went white, falling under Shinso’s quirk.

        “Where is (L/N)?” Shinso repeated.

        “H-813.” Hiro relayed.

        “Do you want to fight?!” Jaō challenged, walking up to Shinso.

        Shinso broke Hiro’s hypnosis and looked at Jāo, readying his question. It’s best to take down Hiro first due to his quirk. 

        “Are you stupid?” Shinso insulted.

        “Are yo—“ Jaō answered Shinso’s statement, succumbing to Shinso’s quirk just as Hiro did earlier.

        “Punch Hiro.” Shinso commanded.

        Jāo’s movements were swift. Before any boy in the group could protest, Hiro got knocked out coldly. 

        “Fight Yamada.” Shinso directed. 

        Jāo charged at Yamada while Yamada avoided the attacks, unsure what to do; fight his brainwashed friend or run? Jāo decided for him as he grabbed Yamada’s sleeve while he moved away, pulling Yamada back and slamming his head into the floor, pulling it up only to slam it back down again. He waited until he heard Yamada’s nose crack and his eyes roll back before Shinso let out of the reigns.

        “Kishō, are you going to run?” Shinso questioned.

        “Monster! You and your qu-“ Kishō fell into Shinso’s control all too easily just as everyone else did.

        “Knock out Jāo.” Shinso commanded.

        “You play dirty...” Jāo muttered, rubbing his knuckles from the punch he gave Hiro earlier.

        Kishō kicked Jāo in between his legs, making Jāo fall to the ground quickly. He kicked Jāo’s head into the nearest wall and left him there. Kishō’s back was facing Shinso as he broke Kishō’s mind-control, then grabbed his shoulder and turned him around, giving him a good punch in the mouth to even it out for (Y/N) and her jaw.

        Kishō got knocked out as Shinso looked around at the mess he made. Nobody was fatally injured or even severely, however he’s not sure he can say the same for (Y/N).

        Room H-813 is what Hiro said. Shinso thought, walking down the hallway the boys came from and looked at the classroom signs.

        He found the room and opened the door, finding (Y/N) and Karma both together. Karma held bandages while (Y/N) looked out the window. They both heard the door open, taking a few seconds to think to themselves.

        Are they back for more? What the hell? (Y/N) thought.

        This time I’m really going to beat them! Karma shouted. I'm going after the kid with the quirk-blocker first!

        They noticed it was Shinso instead, observing the state of both of them. (Y/N)'s fists were red (no doubt going to be a deep purple tomorrow) along with the side of her jaw. Her glasses were tilted awkwardly on her face but luckily not broken. She had some scratch marks on her neck and wrists along with some bruising, but luckily she wasn’t in a bad state. Karma looked… like Karma. All pitch black with no harm done to her.

        “Shinso?” (Y/N) spoke, confused and on guard. “Why aren’t you eating? Did you not like lunch? I’ll make something different for you tomorrow.” 

        “Are you okay? You’re not too hurt are you?” Shinso questioned, walking up to the two. 

        Karma moved away for Shinso to take over, more than glad that he would fill in her position as the caretaker/nurse.

        “Oh, nah! I’m fine.” (Y/N) lie with a smile.

        “Bullshit.” Shinso scoffed, making (Y/N) frown. “What happened? Why did they do it?”

        “How do you know it was plural?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “Saw Hiro and his buddies in the hallway. They were talking about what they did so I took care of them.” Shinso spoke.

        “As in brainwash?!” Karma beamed.

        “Yeah… I guess I did.” Shinso muttered, recalling Kishō calling him a monster.

        “Shinso…” (Y/N) murmured. “Thank you. You didn’t have to defend me like that, especially since they could’ve made you one of their larger targets now.” 

        “I don’t care about that. What happens that made them get so violent with you?” Shinso questioned.

        “Oh, you know. Wrong place wrong time.” (Y/N) sighed. “They have a knack for picking on me. Last time they actually hurt me like that must’ve been a month ago.” 

        “Why aren’t you doing anything about it? Tell a teacher or your parents.” Shinso questioned.

        “It only creates a bigger target on my back. I’m disliked as it is since I’m a foreigner. Hateful adults are much worse than hateful kids. They know I’m getting bullied but they won’t bother doing anything about it because I’m American.” (Y/N) explained. “Besides, the school year is almost over. Middle school is starting soon so I figured I’d see them less.” 

        “From now on stick with me. I’ll walk you to class instead.” Shinso sighed.

        “You don’t have to. You’ve already done enough.” (Y/N) explained.

        “I don’t take no as in answer.” Shinso added on. “Do you want me to help you bandage up or do you have that down?” 

        “No offense, especially after everything you’ve done, but I feel more comfortable for Karma to help me.” (Y/N) admitted as Karma took Shinso’s spot from across (Y/N) and picked up the bandages and alcohol packets.

        (Y/N) kept quiet, staring at Karma as they seemed to share a silent telepathic moment, before (Y/N) sighed.

        “You know, when they cornered me, I was downright terrified they’d do much more than beat me up.” (Y/N) admitted. “I’m glad they just beat me up. I heard Japan has more intense bullying, so I was afraid it be more than a few punches.” 

        “Mm… I guess that does happen in Japan more than America.” Shinso hummed. 

        “Doesn’t help that she has a fear of guys.” Karma teased, aiming to humiliate (Y/N).

        “Shut up.” (Y/N) hissed as Karma wiped blood off (Y/N)'s busted lip.

        Shinso blinked in surprise, obviously not expecting that. He would’ve never guessed, not with how forward she is towards him.

        “Yeah, shocker.” (Y/N) huffed, noticing Shinso’s reaction. “Had it instilled in me growing up from my dad’s teachings. It just got worse over the years because of some incidents.” (Y/N) explained.

        “I’m sorry.” Shinso muttered. “Do you… want me to leave?” he questioned, realizing the position they’re in.

        She did get beaten up by a group of guys just earlier, and now she’s alone and weak with another guy who she just met three days ago. Shinso understands if she'd rather not be around him right now. 

        “I don’t care.” She spoke all too quickly, before feeling bad at her snapping at him when he was only looking to make her comfortable. “I mean… you can stay. You don’t bother me as much as other guys. You’re…” she paused. “Just different I guess. More comforting…” she paused, allowing Shinso to gain his thoughts.

        His heartbeat spiked a little, a blush growing on his face at her confession. 

        “…Is that weird?” she sighed.

        “Very.” Karma jumped in quickly.

        “No. I don’t think so.” Shinso admitted.

        Karma looked at the two of them staring at each other, sensing a type of chemistry between the two. 

        “Blegh! Let me leave the room before you two take off each other’s clothes and fuck.” Karma commented vulgarly.

        “Karma!” (Y/N) exclaimed, a fire growing on her face as Shinso adverted his eyes. “We’re ten!” 

        “Pre-teen pregnancy exists.” Karma spoke carelessly, shrugging her shoulders.

        “Do you want to go back?” (Y/N) threatened.

        “So you can continue without me?” Karma teased.

        (Y/N) shot Karma a glare while Shinso decided not to intervene in their little bicker. 

        "I'm sorry. She has a mind of her own." (Y/N) sighed.

        "Or not! Maybe my mind is the dark inner thoughts of you, (Y/N). Think about it." Karma spoke.

        If she had a face, she'd be grinning wolfishly. (Y/N)'s surprised Karma didn't grow horns to help back up her theory. 

        Are you trying to make him leave us? Just when we’ve gained some form of rapport? (Y/N) questioned.

        Being nice is so boring though. Besides, if you’re going to be friends with him, he’s going to have to get used to me. Karma explained.

        Not even I can get used to you and it’s been four years now with you. (Y/N) huffed.

        (Y/N) and Karma glared at each other, telepathically communicating and leaving Shinso out of the conversation as Karma mindlessly applied cream to (Y/N)'s bruises on her arms. They broke out of their connection and Karma turned to Shinso, excited for what she’s about to say.

        “Come and get an eyeful while you can, lover boy. I gotta tend to her wounds under her shirt.” Karma teased.

        “Knock it off!” (Y/N) huffed, slapping Karma on her arm.

        Shinso immediately turned around to advert his eyes.

        “Thanks, but no.” He sighed, ignoring the blush on his face or the stammer of his heart.

        “Your loss.” Karma sighed.

        “Aw, thank you.” (Y/N) said, teasing Karma.

        “I didn’t mean it in that sense.” Karma huffed.

        Karma tended to the bruises on her stomach and rib-cage, giving extra hard pokes to see (Y/N) squirm and cuss her out, keeping the air lively and care-free.

        “Shin, do you think you’d get in trouble with the school for messing with Hiro and them?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “If anything, they should be the ones getting in trouble. I just settled the score.” Shinso spoke smoothly, watching the two interact together since Karma no longer had (Y/N)'s shirt up and had started working on her legs.

        “They won’t do much, lucky to even get detention for a day.” (Y/N) sighed.

        Shinso looked away, thinking of what to say before speaking up.

        “I think it’s messed up how they treat you. The kids and adults.” Shinso voiced. “You shouldn’t be treated like that all because you’re a foreigner.” 

        (Y/N) smiled, her heart racing a bit as she looked at him. 

        “Thank you. Some people need to be more like you.” (Y/N) spoke.

        “There’s a janitors closet down the hall if you both plan on—“

        “Shut it, Karma.” (Y/N) growled, angry at Karma for ruining the bittersweet moments.

        Hey, moments like these could help him lower his guard with us so could you learn how to shut your mouth and read the room? (Y/N) huffed.

        Oh, I’m reading it already. I’m reading that the room’s gonna have foggy windows because he’s gonna pin you and have hot—

        I HOPE YOU DIE! (Y/N) screamed, embarrassed.

        You’d be useless without me. Karma pointed out.

        (Y/N) gave Karma another glare as Karma finished caring for (Y/N). Just as she did, the bell rang, signaling lunch ended.

        “Oh, I’m sorry you couldn’t eat lunch today, Shin.” (Y/N) spoke, faking her tone to sound guilty.

        “Don’t worry about it. I’ll eat it when I get home.” Shinso spoke.

        Can’t let it go to waste. He thought. 

        Karma decided to return to (Y/N)'s body. She touched (Y/N)'s back where her clothes opened, a large gash forming before Karma crawled in, then the gash healed.

        “Woah…” Shinso thought, amazed and a bit freaked out.

        “Much more calmer than how I first reacted when she did that.” (Y/N) laughed.

        Shinso shared a smile with her before opening the door, allowing her to walk past him to head to their classes. Shinso insisted very strongly on walking her back to class. He also insisted strongly for him to stay and wait for the group of bullies to show up, at least wait until the teacher returned to the classroom.

        “Shin, you’ll be late to class.” (Y/N) reasoned, an embarrassed blush dusting her face as others looked at the odd pairing.

        “I don’t care.” Shinso stated plainly. 

        The bell rang and a few minutes later, the teacher came in. Shinso took it as his cue to leave.

        “I’ll meet you here, okay?” Shinso spoke, giving her a “don’t go nowhere else” look.

        (Y/N) nodded, a soft blush creeping up on her face due to being so compliant for Shinso. Even if it was just a simple request of his, it felt weird for her to actually decide to listen and do to what he wanted from her.

        Your heart is beating fast again. Karma pointed out. These clothes feel too uncomfortable all of a sudden. It’s too hot, take the damn clothes off.

        As if! (Y/N) huffed. 

        She watched Shinso leave before looking around, seeing that Hiro and Yamada never went to class. 

        Serves them right. (Y/N) thought. 

        She briefly wondered if she should let Karma go and follow Shinso in case the bullies were planning on attacking Shinso, but she remembered that he was more than capable of kicking their asses (a statement he proved himself). 

        The teacher started teaching this hour’s new subject, math, a subject that is lucky enough to be called hated and not something more vulgar. It wasn’t even twenty minutes before (Y/N) found her face squished into her arms and hiding her eyes from the schools fluorescent lights.          .         .         Shinso packed his belongings and walked out of the classroom and into (Y/N)'s class, finding her face-down on the desk sleeping.

        How long has she been out like this? Shinso thought, noticing the uncomfortable position her back was in.

        “Hey, wake up.” Shinso spoke, taking (Y/N)'s pencil who suffered dereliction for who knows how long, and poked her face repeatedly until she woke up.

        She opened her eyes groggily and wiped the drool off her mouth, looking up to see who awoken her. 

        “Hi, Shinso…” (Y/N) muttered, taking off her glasses and rubbing her eyes.

        She yawned, then flinched at the pain that spread in her jaw, before remembering today’s events and how she got punched there.

        “You okay?” Shinso questioned, noticing her flinch of pain as he dropped (Y/N)'s pencil back down onto her desk.

        “Yeah.” (Y/N) reassured. “Let’s go home. I wanna go to bed.” (Y/N) spoke, gathering her supplies.

        Shinso helped (Y/N) pack up. (Y/N) stood up and groaned.

        “Ah, my back…” she complained, letting out a long stretch.

        Shinso smiled as he handed (Y/N) her backpack. Shinso took the lead of their walk, heading to the courtyard before (Y/N) stopped him, tugging on the back of his backpack to gain his attention but respect his physical bubble.

        “Let’s go the back way. Hiro and his gang might be mad at what you did and try to corner you in the courtyard.” (Y/N) explained. “I’ve had my fair share of fighting today.”

        Shinso nodded, changing their direction to the back of the school. They walked back the school garden and made it to the gate, climbing the fence and jumping over it, landing on their feet.

        (Y/N) continued her games of questions like nothing serious at school happened today. She was a little hesitant to go back home and face her dad’s wrath, but she decided she’ll hide her injuries and go right to sleep when she gets home. She’ll avoid him to the best of her abilities until at least her busted lip heals up (it shouldn’t be too much of a probably considering he’s a Pro Hero and is gone fairly often). 

        Shinso walked past his apartment to accompany (Y/N) home. They stopped in front of her apartment and (Y/N) smiled.

        “Thank you for bringing me home today, and for beating up those bullies. Again, you didn’t have to, but I greatly appreciate you looking out for me.” (Y/N) smiled.

        “Hey, we’re friends, right? Any good friend would’ve done it.” Shinso shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets and smiling.

        (Y/N) wouldn't, she knew that much—at least not before today. But because he risked lowering his social image even further, she supposes she can even out their score one day.

        “Thank you, Shinso. I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good day.” (Y/N) beamed, waking up to her door and opening it, waving at Shinso before closing it.

        She said my full name, not just the nickname. Shinso thought.

        He wasn’t quite sure what made his heart feel more fuzzy—her using that nickname for the first time, or her saying his last name for the first time. Whatever it was, he wasn’t sure if he liked the effect she had on his heart whenever she did something that caught him off-guard.

        Shinso headed back home, looking forward to what (Y/N) packed for his lunch today (that will be his dinner tonight). Ever since Shinso discovered his quirk, he’s been nothing short of a disappointment to his parents, barely even a son. Ever since then, Shinso takes care of his meals and chores, but you can’t quite replace physical affection on your own.

        Maybe one day. Shinso thought, finding himself entertaining the idea of actually being someone’s lover.

        It’s funny to think that it wasn’t so far away, especially with (Y/N)'s morbid curiosity slowly morphing into obsessive infatuation. Why else would she ask so many questions about him other than to perfect her persona for him and only him? Asking questions is a good way of seeing if he’s the right person to be her friend (and later down the road, possible lover). 

        She is a sucker for a good friends to lover trope.          .         .         Karma noticed (Y/N)'s growing enamor with Shinso rather quickly. When you live in a person’s body and have access to a certain part of their thoughts they share with you, you start to see red flags. By living inside of (Y/N)'s body so long, Karma knows (Y/N)'s normal heart rate, how many breaths she takes, how many blinks a minute, how many thoughts conjugate. 

        She started noticing how her heart sped up at times when Shinso laughed, smiled, even just seeing him wait for her in the morning or waking her up in class. By the lingering stares (Y/N) gave or the piling thoughts of “what Shinso could be doing, who he’s with, what he’s thinking about, if he’s safe”, it’s extremely safe to say that (Y/N) had a big fat crush on Shinso.

        Karma never said anything about it because (Y/N) never did anything about it. (Y/N) never went to extreme lengths, just some mild following around to “make sure he was safe” she’d say. When the second summer came in and (Y/N) requested that Karma would break into the school and change the classroom rosters so (Y/N) could be in the same class as Shinso, Karma confronted her about it.

        She was tired of (Y/N)'s constant rants in her head about Shinso. How she tried to justify it by saying “every friend worried for their friend’s safety!” She was sick of having to watch this pathetic “love” story with no form of development. You’d get bored too if you watched the same character pine over the love interest with the main character doing absolutely nothing to make the love interest notice them in that way for years, would you? 

        “I know you love him.” Karma spoke.

        “Huh? What do you mean?” (Y/N) questioned. “He’s my friend. I’m looking out for his safety.” 

        “Why bother? It’s just a waste of time.” Karma sighed. “He’s proven to take care of himself.” 

        "Because—" (Y/N) paused, thinking of what to say. 

        Why does she do this? She’s never done this for any other “friend” she’s had growing up. Now that she has Shinso, she doesn’t seek for any other friendship or even alliance with anyone else. She doesn’t bother knocking on their door right when she wakes up and declares to go into town and hang out with them today. She doesn’t bother making sure anyone else has been fed or insisting they need her assistance with placing a bandage on their skinned knee. She doesn’t bother buying them their favorite candy when she sees it or make sure their lunches are nutritious and healthy while sticking to all his likes. 

        “Huh…” (Y/N) muttered. “Karma… what’s wrong with me?” 

        “Your in love, obviously.” Karma snickered. “Has it really taken you two years to realize this? Sheesh. You fell pretty hard too.” 

        “L-love? Love?!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “Oh, no. No, no, no! I can’t be in love. Anything but that!” she exclaimed, tears gathering in her eyes.

        “What’s the big deal?” Karma questioned, starting to become genuinely concerned when she saw the tears threatening to fall from (Y/N)'s face.

        “I-I can’t! He’s a guy! A boy! They’re bad! All of them! They only want your body and they tear your heart out after they’re done using you. Right? Right?!” (Y/N) spoke, grabbing fistfuls of her hair as she relayed her father’s words and past experiences.

        Boys are nothing short of terrible, even calling them that is generous enough. They corner you alone in groups when they know you can’t fight back. They spur each other on with competitive bets on who can get into which girl’s pants fastest. They play with your heart and swear they’re only yours and no-one else’s. They talk behind your back. They go after your so-called “best friend” and leave you alone to pick up the love you so carelessly threw at them. They take advantage of you when you’re most vulnerable, pressure you until you give consent you don’t mean, just so that they can finally leave you alone. They take your pride, confidence, love, and respect for yourself and rip it up in front of your face as if it was a small piece of paper. 

        A nauseous feeling overcame (Y/N), her stomach twisting as her heart sped up. She ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet while Karma chased her down, holding (Y/N)'s long hair she decided on growing out. Their emotions were both unstable at the moment, either one of them could snap depending on what could be said next. Since they're both separated from each other, it makes it harder to control emotions when part of your amygdala is being shared with another host.

        When she finished throwing up, she wiped he mouth with toilet paper and looked at Karma with tears.

        “I can’t be in love. Anything but that.” She whimpered, her emotions anything but stable due to Karma running around outside of her body.

        She was the one that’s got cornered alone in groups. She was the one they placed bets on. She was the one left once she proved to no longer be fun or refuse to give what they want. She was the one who’d they follow down the street for blocks until she had to lose them in alley-ways. She was the one got left for her best-friend. She was the one whose been tried to be pressured into situations she didn’t like, then they leave because she stood her ground and wanted her boundaries to (can you believe this?) actually respected. She was the one that had her pride, confidence, love, and respect for herself ripped up in front of her face, leaving her to clean up the mess she caused.

        She knew it, Karma knew it. Humans were disgusting—but boys were absolutely revolting.

        It wasn’t just her that’s been broken by love, she watched the same thing happen to the man she respected and wished to be; her father. Her mother left her with a broken family, angered at their naiveness. (Y/N) saw all the signs of her mother falling in love all over again. She saw her mother start dressing herself up in makeup and buying lingerie. She saw her mother heading out late at night and not getting back until morning, until it shifted to days. She stayed up late at night worrying for her mother’s safety, who she could be with, crying at the possibility that her suspicion was right. Finding bras in mother’s car and multiple text messages from a contact. 

        Oh how it took a toll on her father. How it made him hate the world—an already distrusting man who has seen far too much to handle—even more than what was thought possible. How it made him absolutely loathe the word "love". How it made him voice his anger out on his daughter, how “all woman are the same. Unfaithful. Dishonest. Dirty whores. Money-crazed maniacs who want a man that’ll treat them like shit. Who wouldn’t give a damn if you died tomorrow.”

        To see a man get broken so easily by the oh so heart-throbbing and eye-opening experience called “love”, demented her mind further and into darker places. 

        When those times became too much, she cried in Shinso’s room. She vented her frustrations out, her theories and her fears until she was red-eyed with tears and snot streaming down her face. She cried and sobbed until feeling like passing out and forcing Karma to carry her home to bed because God knows she would never sleep alone in a room with a boy, even if it was Shinso. And especially, never, ever let him touch her.

        Only she was allowed to give him the rare hug to seek comfort she desperately needed, just as long as he didn’t wrap his arms around her back and trap her to where she couldn’t escape his grasp. 

        Shinso understood this greatly and never once tried to push her boundaries. He was fine with having her grab his backpack or his sleeve to keep him close to her so they didn’t get lost in crowds, just as long as he didn’t have to put that sort of silent devotion and declaration of sticky besotted affection. 

        Shinso was fine silently forcing space away from her and other men so that she didn’t feel uncomfortable or scared with the closeness between them, especially if there wasn’t much people around. He was fine with her keeping her distance from him when they were hanging out in their room, the window open as an escape-route and the door cracked open for easy access in case she had to scream for help. He was fine with her avoidance of dresses and skirts, ponytail’s and makeup, all to erase the unwanted desire of need from him and other men, to prevent herself from being defiled by their hands and mouths and worse. 

        He never felt any sort of offense to have her believe such things of him. He understood other girls thought that a boy would never take advantage of them, only for it to actually happen.

        Karma stared at her other half, utterly confused on how to cheer her up on such a matter.

        “Oi, it’s not like it’ll be the end of the world, idiot.” Karma hissed, roughly shoving her finger into (Y/N)'s cheek. “After all, you don’t gotta say shit to him, just make him love you back.”

        “I can’t do that.” (Y/N) retorted. “What if he… I don’t know cheats or something dumb. What if he finds someone better? Aw shit, there’s way more prettier guys and girls than me. What if he finds someone that makes him laugh harder than I can? Wha-“

        Another wave of vomit hit her as she redirected her attention to the toilet and vomited. 

        “You’re acting as if he actually has a chance with other girls.” Karma huffed. “Who else does he hang out with other than you. You’re literally his only option, we’ll make sure of that, won’t we?" Karma’s imaginary grin widen as she chuckled.

        “What are you getting at...?” (Y/N) muttered, tired from all the confusing thoughts and feelings. 

        “Let’s kidnap him. Make sure no-one else can have him.” Karma spoke, leaning into (Y/N)'s face.

        “Are you serious? We’d be the top subject other than his parents.” (Y/N) snarled.

        “So that’s what’s stopping you? You’d do it if there were no consequences?” Karma beamed.

        “N-no. Just—Karma, no! We have to be good.” (Y/N) sighed. 

        “Let’s move away, take lover boy with us. We’re both not serious about this little hero dream.” Karma explained. 

        “Hey, I’m serious about this.” (Y/N) huffed.

        “Yeah, you’re fooling me.” Karma spoke sarcastically. “Be real, the only reason you’re still here is to be around lover boy. You couldn’t care less if your dad got mad at you for giving up, you just want the boy.”

        “That’s not true.” (Y/N) gruffed.

        “Only reason you stuck to the dream is so you can go to the same high school as that boy. Keep all the other girls away. I’ve seen the glares you’ve given the girls, the amount of times I had to trip guys for talking to lover boy and the amount of hair spray I had to light on fire for you in the girl's locker room. All for lover boy.” Karma spoke.

        “Let’s not jump to such accus—“ (Y/N) spoke, but was cut off by Karma’s manipulative tangent.

        “After all we’ve done, we’re just trying to protect lover boy from the world. We know how dangerous it is. Experienced it ourselves. Taking Hitoshi away would prevent him from ever getting hurt. We've done so much for him, the very least he can do it love you.” Karma spoke, adding Shinso’s first name just to try and deepen her words blows (it just hit (Y/N)'s already unstable nerve instead).

        “I said no, Karma.” (Y/N) stated firmly. “I’m not going to use Hitoshi like that. I’m not going to stop him from his dreams.”

        “(Y/N), do you really believe you’re in that dream?” Karma questioned, her voice all-to-serious compared to her sing-song teasing earlier.

        (Y/N) looked at Karma with a glare. They both refused to share each other’s brain section of thoughts, preventing each other from knowing what the other was thinking.

        “He’ll leave us. He’ll leave you. What makes you think he’d want us to stick around? We can take him, you can make him fall for you. He’ll be all yours. He’ll be safe and sound. He wouldn’t ever be able to leave you then.”Karma pushed on. 

        “No. That’s final, Karma.” (Y/N) spoke, heading to walking out the room. “This is the final year you’ll change my class into Hitoshi’s roster. After that, we’ll be in separate classes so we both can get what we want.” 

        (Y/N) agreed that Karma can join the hero’s department where they fight villains while (Y/N) evacuates civilians and tends to injured people once everyone was out of harms way. That way, Karma can kick people’s ass legally, and (Y/N) can watch from the sidelines, gaining information from the hero world, pleasing her father’s expectations, and watching over Hitoshi.

        “I tried to tell you…” Karma sighed, disappointed she failed her mission.

        “You mean it though?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “There’s many things I mean and don’t. You’ll have to be more specific.” Karma explained.

        “I mean, you’ll really make sure that he’ll fall for me? You’ll help me?” (Y/N) questioned. 

        “Oh, I meant that.” Karma spoke, her imaginary horns growing. 

        “Why help? You don’t have romantic feelings.” (Y/N) gruffed.

        “Gives me something to do. I like spreading chaos. Besides, I think it’d be fun using him.” Karma beamed. 

        “I don’t want to use him. I want to keep him. I want him to fall in love with me.” (Y/N) stated firmly, her fists shaking. "He can only be mine. No other girls."

        “And he will. You’re the expert with manipulation and all, just tell me what I have to do and I’ll do it.” Karma smiled.

        “As if. You’re the one manipulating me into this.” (Y/N) huffed.

        “I only learned from the best.” Karma shot back teasingly. 

This is the childhood of Hitoshi and reader! We're going to get into high school in the next chapter (that should be released tomorrow). The next chapter will have more scenes of Hitoshi and reader, along with more toxicity and manipulation with reader and Karma.

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[hopelessdelusional]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You turned off the engine of the car, taking in the area that surrounded you and your best friend. You knew that Kaminari had been able to make a career off of just YouTube alone but this exceeded your expectations as to how he lived. Sure it wasn’t the most impressive neighborhood you’ve been invited to, but it sure as hell didn’t seem like a neighborhood you or Hitoshi could afford to live at in this moment in your lives.

You take a breath, then turn to Hitoshi who was busying himself on his phone, probably being too invested by people arguing on twitter.

“Hey.”

His brown eyes were suddenly looking into your eyes, there was an anxious look in his eyes, but he hid it well. Hitoshi rose an eyebrow at you, probably already annoyed by the fact that he knows you’re going to say something that might make him feel emotions.

“Thank you for coming with, I love you.”

A small blush fell on his cheeks before he reached out and shoved your face away from him. You started laughing at his emotional constipation, which only made him continue to mess with you. You were quickly able to get his hands away from you, just one of the pros of why you go to the gym. The two of you headed out of the car and walked up the driveway, making small comments about the interesting decorations that littered the front porch. In a way it reminded you of the shared home you had with Hitoshi, admiring the pride flag that hung proudly blowing in the wind. Hitoshi rang the doorbell, and after hearing an absurd amount of noise coming from the other side of the door (Taylor’s version from the vault) the door swung right open.

“Hey y/n!”

Kaminari had a wide grin on his face, and was wearing black sweatpants and a band t-shirt. You quickly greeted the blond back, before squinting at his shirt to get a better look. Your eyes widened as a sly smile spread across your face realizing it was a Foo Fighters shirt, knowing that was one of Hitoshi’s favorite bands. You were tempted to point it out for your best friend but you made the conclusion that even if you said something you didn’t think either of them would notice.

To say that Kaminari had heart eyes, was an understatement. You don’t think you’ve even seen someone in a rom-com look that head over heals, and of course looking at your best friend you swear you could see hearts circling around Hitoshi’s head.

“Hey Shinsou, I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“You can call me Hitoshi.”

To a stranger, Hitoshi maybe just looked a little off his game, but after knowing this man for seven years you could easily tell how flustered he truly was. Kaminari was flushed with a big goofy grin on his face while Hitoshi’s posture was unlike you’ve ever seen him stand. It was pretty funny, seeing them give each other heart eyes.

“Oh, well uhm Hitoshi-“

“Hey Guys! Welcome to the crib!”

Kirishima, as loud and energetic as ever, popped up out of what seemed like nowhere. He was wearing gym clothes, athletic shorts and a tank top, but from what you can tell that’s probably just what his entire closet is full of. Kirishima’s grin stretched across his face with his arm draping around Kaminari. Though there was a sudden interruption, Kaminari didn’t seem to want to look away, while Hitoshi started to look away and peek into the home.

“How many people are here right now?”

You watched as Kaminari’s face fell, his love trance quickly falling, suddenly nervous to make Hitoshi uncomfortable.

“Yeah oh god y/n I completely forgot to tell you.”

You were honestly surprised that Kaminari would be taking to you again. You smiled politely grabbing for Hitoshi’s arm to keep him from bursting into the house uninvited. Hitoshi has a habit of not caring what others think of him, not that you think Kaminari would care. The blond would probably let Hitoshi do whatever he wanted and he would still be looking at your best friend like he was the only thing that matters in the world.

“It’s okay, you gave me a heads up beforehand. Now, can we come in?”

Kaminari’s face flushed, shoving Kirishima out of the way making you snort. You let go of Hitoshi and let him go in first, following close behind him.

Immediately you found ruby red eyes glaring into yours. It was almost laughable how quickly you spotted him, and as soon as you found comfortable eye contact he looked away.

You rolled your eyes. You should have known better he wouldn’t actually act like he knows you, especially because just a couple weeks ago your tongue was practically in his throat.

“Hey y/n! Shinsou! Come sit with us!”

Mina was sitting on the floor, back to the couch with Sero sitting on the couch behind her. You honestly have never really talked to Sero, but he always seemed like the kind of person you could come up to and strike up a conversation with no problem.

This time around, Hitoshi stays behind you, letting you make the first move. You wanted to laugh at how awkward the two of you were being, desperately hoping that they didn’t notice.

After a little more small talk, you all were able to sit around the coffee table, keeping your distance with Bakugou, and open up your laptop and start up the editing software.

“Holy shit! I forget how beautiful Katsuki is!”

It seemed those words left Kaminari’s mouth before he thought through the consequences of what could happen. Immediately the whole room bursted into laughter. Bakugou’s face went bright red, but you were probably the only person to notice because your eyes immediately fell to his figure when Kaminari made that comment. He caught you staring, but you challenged him with keeping eye contact and a wild smile.

“Yeah he’s definitely perfect for his job.” You kept eye contact, enjoying how his blush became more apparent.

His friends made a couple more jokes, but Kaminari quickly recovered and started to talk you through editing. Hitoshi sat on the chair behind you while you and Kaminari sat on the floor. Hitoshi and Kaminari were obnoxiously flirting the entire time, and you soon noticed that Kirishima and Mina also seemed to be head over heels with each other.

Besides all the flirting, it really was a nice time. Having serious conversations about your job and being able to talk to people who actually seemed to be interested in you. You also worried that they wouldn’t get you and Hitoshi’s rude comments or dry humor, but thankfully the two of you fit right in.

You noticed Bakugou seemed to get more and more comfortable, being able to read his body language throughout the hang out. Watching his biceps flex underneath his cuffed t-shirt sleeve, even enjoying the fact he was wearing (gray) sweatpants.

Suddenly, the fact that you’ve been so bold hits you like a punch to the gut and you feel yourself get shy. You weren’t interested in a relationship right now. Especially not with your client that the only spark you created was when the two of you were drunkenly making out at a party like a couple of horny high schoolers.

“Hey y/n did you know that Katsuki can cook?”

You snapped out of your inner thoughts, turning your head to Mina and the wicked smile she was shooting you. You cocked an eyebrow at her, putting your elbow up on Hitoshi’s lap behind you. He immediately put his hands on your arm, fiddling with the bracelets on your wrist.

“Wow so he can pose in front of a camera and make a meal? Now that’s a whole package.”

Kaminari and Sero were giggling like a kid. You honestly were enjoying how well this evening was going, especially how happy your best friend seemed to be.

Mina chuckled at your comment but continued. “It’s more than a meal y/n, it’s an experience.”

Her smile was wide, and there was a sparkle in your eye as she leaned toward you. When Kirishima came into the house with you, he stole Sero’s spot behind Mina, making him able to take her shoulders and lean her away.

You smiled gently at their domestic lifestyle, then turned to Bakugou.

“You wanna show me what you got?”

Thirty minutes later, filled with constant bickering between you and the ash blond, dinner was on the table for your friends. The two of you served something simple yet delicious, panang curry. Everyone seemed very happy for actual food in front of them, and the whole group ate so much they were scraping the food off their plate. You and Bakugou shared a small victory smile, and you soon realized how well you two work together.

Throughout the process of making the food, Bakugou always had something to say at your style of cooking, but you did catch him looking at how you did certain things. Besides that fact, it was quite nice being able to cook with someone who didn’t have a chance to burn down the whole house (aka your entire friend group), and being able to watch everyone interact with each other and yourself. Sero was sat in a seat that made him closer to you, starting up casual conversation with you. You couldn’t say you didn’t blame him, given the fact that Mina and Kirishima were annoyingly flirting, along with now Hitoshi and Kaminari. However, you felt as if you were possibly doing the same with the so-called cook that was right next to you. There was plenty of space for the two of you to be far away from each other and not brushing hands by accident, but you always found Bakugou right next to you. His body heat radiating off of him and onto you. You unwillingly thought of what it would like to be with him, your delusional mind making up some sort of fantasy living with him and doing this every night. You desperately shooed that thought away, not wanting to catch feelings for him. You had been through so much this past year, you didn’t want all your hard work to be ruined by some relationship. You were the type to put your all into someone, and somehow it always ended up with you being heart broken.

“I knew that Denki had a thing for purple hair over there, but I didn’t think it was that sickening.”

Bakugou’s voice was low, head down but near you so you could hear. The two of you decided to clean up the mess you made, wiping the counter and washing the dishes. The group insisted on helping out but you and Bakugou made them sit and watch the movie they picked out. Turns out neither you or Bakugou enjoyed the movie so it worked out. (You decided not to think about that yet another common interest you two shared).

You smiled at his comment, grateful that someone else noticed how disgustingly in love they seemed.

“I always had a thought Toshi liked Kaminari, but I never pushed it because he isn’t really the type to talk about feelings like that, so I never asked.”

Your focus was on the dish in your hands, but out of the corner of your eye you noticed Bakugou’s head rise to look at you.

“Really? Little miss ‘let’s make a dream board on how I feel about this certain color’ is best friends with someone who doesn’t like to talk about his feelings?”

His words were teasing, but just like that conversation a couple days ago in the meeting room, his tone was curious, wanting to know more.

You just chuckled, putting the plate on the drying rack next to the sink. You watched as Bakugou moved to the oven, where there were towels resting on the handle. It honestly cracked you up to see the built, handsome and ever stoic man with using a dish towel that said “when in doubt, pull out” with an oven on it but clearly the boys bought it for a completely different reason. You made a mental note to ask the boys where they got it from.

“Well you know what they say Bakugou, opposites attract.”

You smiled sweetly at him, but not really thinking about him. Your mind went back to the first day you and your best friend met.

It was the summer before college, you were moving in early because you were desperate to leave the house. Turns out your roommate and soon to be close friend, Ochako, had the same idea. The two of you got along very quickly, and she soon explained to you that her friend group from high school were still very close and she asked you if you wanted to hang out with them. You were not yet the person you were today, still shy and an anxious mess. You felt as if that idea was a bad one. You feared that you would be awkward and out of place the whole time. Let’s be honest, an entire friend group that can survive high school and still want to hang out together were very close. You felt as if you’d be interrupting those good vibes and would stick out like a sore thumb. However, that was when you realized Ochako was a very persuasive person, and somehow you found yourself at a small coffee shop with six other people. At the time, Izuku and Shoto were a new couple, and Momo and Jirou weren’t even together, neither was Ochako and Tenya.

Then, there was Hitoshi. Ochako explained that he came in a little later, someone Izuku had to practically force to hang out with them. Surely but slowly the two of you gravitated together, the more Ochako invited you to hang out with them, the more you and Hitoshi were able to form a friendship. Soon enough, the two of you started to hang out on your own, having much more in common than you thought.

The two of you went through hell together, surviving petty fights, miscommunications, and having to deal with each others toxic partners at the time. It scared you shitless when you felt as if you were going to lose him. Though he wasn’t big on feelings, he always put that aside and reassured you.

Your eyes found him sitting on the couch, looking much more comfortable than he did when the two of you first arrived. You felt your heart swell, so happy that you were lucky enough to have someone like that in your life, and most importantly that he was happy and safe.

You turned back to Bakugou, now handing him another dish. There was a different look in his eyes that you couldn’t say you recognized.

“Yeah?” He whispered, making you aware of the comment you made about you and Hitoshi’s relationship.

“Yeah,” you said back, but more nonchalant. “And that’s what’s going to make Kaminari and Hitoshi such an amazing couple.”

You went back to doing the dishes, wanting to keep talking so you can distract yourself from thinking about the way Bakugou looked at you. “I can’t believe they’ve been secretly pining over each other for ten fucking years, I mean come on, that’s just pathetic.”

Bakugou snorted, allowing you to fathom that he was next to you, towel on his shoulder leaning on the counter with his arms crossed which perfectly showed just how ripped he is. You felt a little claustrophobic at this sudden closeness, but the demon on your shoulder convinced you to stay within this close proximity that the blond created.

“Yeah, having to watch all these idiots fall in love with each other. Including your idiots.”

You allowed yourself to laugh at that, but it also made you not able to be that close to Bakugou. So, you shoved a pan into his chest and made him put it away. You sighed a breath of relief, feeling your face flush. His smell still lingered around you, leaving you to remind yourself just how addicting that smell was.

“It was quite painful to see Ochako and Tenya in the same room as each other. I mean it was just so obvious!”

In the middle of your frustration, because your hands were still wet from washing dishes, water splashed everywhere, including the man standing next to you. His face wrinkled immediately, you had to cover your mouth in order to keep in the laughter that would surely shake the house. There was no better description of his face other than a cat getting flicked by water. It was just so funning to see a man who looked like that look so…cute.

“And that’s why you shouldn’t stand so close to me.”

You were able to compose yourself from laughter and embarrassment, using Bakugou’s towel to dry your hands. He huffed at you, and snatched the towel away from you to dramatically wipe his face. Because your friends were still watching the movie you wanted to stay quiet, you had to lean over to cover your face to make your laughter quieter. Without even realizing it, you leaned forward into Bakugou’s chest, your face literally being smothered by him. You wanted to panic, but you were still giggling so you stayed there for a couple more moments. Finally catching a breath, you were able to resort back to your normal posture, now being able to see Bakugou’s face. His cheeks and the tips of his ears were bright red, but he had the smallest smile at your uncontrollable giggling. Jokingly, you shoved him away, busying yourself in an attempt to not fully comprehend what has just happened.

“So how were you when we were in high school? Any annoying relationships?”

His voice wobbled a bit, but he played it cool. Obviously that stunt you pulled also affected him.

“Oh you know, I grew up in the south so there wasn’t many dating options. I actually had to lower my standards in order to ‘get some.’

You rolled your eyes as you thought back to all the people you dated, and for some reason continued to talk out loud.

“I dated like two guys in high school, both traumatized me to the bone. As for girls, I never actually officially ‘dated’ them because, you know, homophobia.”

Your hands moved as you explained the sad stories of your dating life, worried that you were being annoying. However you glanced at Bakugou and realized that he was staring at you with that look in his eyes again, having fully caught his attention with your blabbering.

“Had a couple of situationships with girls, it was so awful. It made me so frustrated that we couldn’t just date, you know? And the college happened and I officially dated a girl, and it was good until she cheated on me, with her ex.”

Bakugou winced at that last part, and you laughed it off, regretting even telling him this. Why were you telling him this?

“But it’s okay! I met another guy and it was a really good time, we had to break up just due to a loss of spark, and after that I just…haven’t dated since. Honestly I don’t know when I want to start dating again, after all the shit I’ve been through I just can’t risk dating right now.” You chuckled, reminiscing all of your past exes.

However, what you didn’t realize was that Bakugou had gone stiff, taken aback by what you had just said. Suddenly, the mood in the room shifted, and Bakugou began to distance himself from you.

“What about you, man? Any crazy exes you wanna vent about?”

You turned to look at him, but his face was far away from you now, and there was a very different look set upon his face. You furrowed your eyebrows at the change in his attitude, and watched him hang up the towel.

“Nah, I’ve always been the crazy one.”

He looked back up at you, and the two of you maintained eye contact. You felt like you just lost the connection that was starting the grow between the two of you. The past hour and a half of bonding and bickering like and old married couple was now long gone, as there was an ocean between you two.

“I think I’m gonna head home, gotta get up early tomorrow.”

Before you could even think of a reply, he left, leaving you standing in the kitchen alone, feeling emotions you haven’t felt in a long time. A shiver went down your spine.

What the fuck happened?

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enchanted

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my sincerest apologies, i promise the next episode will have no written content. good lord.

anyways! hope you enjoyed! a LOT went down and the plot is getting spicyyyyyy i’m excited and you should be too!!

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Y/n: Come let's go to my room

Shinso: Why ?

Y/n: I wanna show you something

(Y/n 's room)

Shinso: It's just a bed

Y/n: (pushes Shinso on the bed then straps him down)

Shinso: What the-

Y/n : Now you have no choice but to sleep

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[weirdthinkingdragon]

Welcome To The Family (8/???)

Surprise bitches. Short chap to try getting back into it (eventually) 

Tw- language that would probably make a sailor blush. Maybe I should tone it down (probably won’t), kidnapped, blackmail, delusional “friend”, light hypothermia (will make sense when reading).

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Muffled voices were the only thing being heard while waking up. One of them was Tadao. And the other?...

...Ryo? Why are they yelling at each other? Wha- how long was I- wait, where am I- what happened? All I remember is Tadao… Right. Damn, my head hurts severely. I can’t even rub it with my hands being bound. As well as my legs to the chair. Wait, bound? Fuck, now I’m regretting not taking their advice of walking with me. I just really wasn’t expecting Tadao to do such a thing.

I attempt to open my eyes, but the brightness of the room makes the pain in my head at least three times worse, and my vision is incredibly blurred. Okay, focus on where I am for now.

What feels to be a wooden chair, and metal cuffs around my wrists, keeping them together in front of me. Really? They couldn’t have at least given my ass a cushion or something? Right, not the time for that type of complaint. I try to listen to their yelling conversation without giving away that I woke up. Their loud voices are killer on my headache. Even though most if not all the pain is the back of my head where I was hit.

Trying to feel a bit more, there’s a bit of a crusty type of feeling slightly down my back. The hit must have somehow punctured my skin or something since I can only think of that crusty feeling being blood. I better not have fallen in dog poop or something or I swear I’m beating the daylight out of Tadao more if I ever will be able to.

“Why didn’t you use your black mold or something to make them pass out!? Your hits to them could have killed them!” Ryo? They’re in on this too!? There’s not really a way this could get worse, is there? My two closest friends?... Can’t really say that anymore.

“Are you stupid!? Black mold could have killed them too! That would also give them breathing problems! Do you KNOW how deadly strong amounts of exposure of mold is to people besides me, especially black, since I’m immune to it!?”

Pain stabs through my head yet again. Urg, do they really need to yell?...

“You fucking idiot. You should have kept chloroform on you like I said to do.” I swear my heart stops completely for a minute. I know that voice anywhere. Aiya. Fuck, I just HAD to jinx it, didn’t I?

“I’m sorry, okay? It was a brash and stupid decision! But I couldn’t risk being followed! With the multiple heroes at the time taking care of a few low villains on the other side of the city, and tons of people drawn to that, it was the best chance I had to not be seen!” He sounds rather exasperated.

She sighs. “Doesn’t matter now. If there’s any damage done to their head, we’ll just have to focus on that later. Our main priority is having everyone think they’re dead. I guess you were good in that regard by leaving the bloodied bat there. At least you were smart enough to still be wearing gloves.”

My only question is why are they working with her? It’s obvious she hates me. I can still feel the “friendship” ring on my finger I kept wearing for one reason or another. I’d care for nothing more than to rip it off now and smash it to the ground. Stomp on it for good measure. Regret overwhelmingly taking me over of ever being friends with Ryo in the first place.

I end up shifting after way too long of a weird stare-down silence because they couldn't have at least given me a fucking cushion, signaling I’m awake. They all must notice since they all go quiet for a moment. “Y/N! You’re awake! That’s good! Now that you’re here, we can finally hang out again, and the heroes will find a new sitter!”

… Are you fucking mental? How many people around me are truly sane right now? First the heroes are acting weird, and now my friends. Starting to wonder if the heroes aren’t the ones struck by some sort of quirk. I try to glare at them, but my eyes are forced closed by the damn light. It’s like an interrogation because the only visible light is the one above me glaring down for the tiny second I try to open my eyes again.

“Come on Y/N, people die all the time. Those heroes won’t bat an eye when they find you “dead”. Don't flatter yourself.” Aiya sneers.

!!! Fuck, she must have told them. She must have noticed my expression sour. “Oh please, I informed Ryo about the heroes after I found them angry one day. Aw, all they wanted was to hang out with you.” The end of what she spoke became incredibly degrading. She’s lucky I’m not able to put my foot to her face and break a few teeth. Or maybe breaking her nose. That would suffice too. I can already hear Zashi in the background like some sort of funny show edging me on to do it. Really starting to hate her, and I hardly know jack shit other than her name and her personality that could possibly rival Endeavor’s.

I finally manage to force my eyes open and clear, showing Tadao behind the two of them with an incredibly horrified look on his face. “WHAT!? WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THEY WERE HEROES!? Oh man, oh man, oh fuck! I KNEW it was a bad idea! Why did I listen to you two!?” The pain in my head majorly spikes. Hng, fuck. Can he PLEASE at least keep it down!?

His complaints must have pissed off Ryo since they walk over and grab Tadao by his hair, yanking it down. He tenses in pain and closes an eye to prevent yelling. They turn towards me and look at my hands. I do as well and notice the metal cuffs look too similar to wood. Almost like a coverup for something.

“You’re wearing our friendship ring! You must still want to hang out with me!”

You’re beyond stupid if you think I will after this stunt. Is this where they were the time I was going to hang out with them? Wait... Please for the love of everything, tell me they didn't get hit by the same fucking quirk. That or going back to the idea I might be the problem. Ryo's almost acting like it. My mouth feels incredibly dry as I try to speak. "Why this way?" Eventually manages to come out. It’s not slurred, which must be insane luck. Aiya seems disappointed. "Well, miraculously somehow doesn't seem to be any brain damage or concussion, so I guess that's good."

I snap at Ryo harming Tadao and that Aiya wanted me to be injured. Same with how the others have been acting. Really getting pissed off at whoever has this quirk. I’d like more than just a word with them, even if it’s a child at this point. "Could you break out of this weird fucking quirk already? I'm getting sick of all this weird personality bullshit." So I’m crabby. Sue myself. Not my fault they could have killed me and are the cause of this stupid pain in my head. They deserve a snappy attitude at least.

Ryo looks at me confused. "I was never hit with any quirk.”

What? Did I stop breathing? I think I stopped breathing. No, they have to be lying! Ugh, really must have been me.

Aiya laughs maniacally for a moment at my probably bewildered expression. "Is- is that what you THINK? They and Ryo were never hit with such a ridiculous thing!"

My mind blanks into fear of what that means. It's not possible they're just acting like that normally! It has to be me then! I refuse to believe two pro heroes, one in training, and a child ALL have some weird obsession for just a plain babysitter. Ugh, I might have to resign being their babysitter, or even just one in general, if this is the case. Well, if I get out of here that is. I’d rather not get involved deeper with whatever the fucks going on with them.

"They were probably just acting to keep your pathetic excuse as a good sitter so they could finally stop looking for another!"

Me, a pathetic excuse? I'm not the one who kept trying to hit on a married gay man or ignore the children, which, I don't know, IS. THE. JOB.? A major part of me is doubtful of them just acting it as well. There's no way they'd go to such extremities and make me so uncomfortable sometimes if that was the case. With how desperate they are, maybe? But Shouta really doesn't seem to be the type to mess around or act differently than himself under any circumstance.

I give her a disbelieving look, which seemed to be the wrong thing to do, and her face became a harsh glare as she stomps up to me. She reaches out towards me and wraps her hand around my pendant. She gives a firm tug, breaking the chain around my neck, then glares at the pendant.

"This should have been mine. I was so close to finding a way I could squeeze back in and steal Hizashi for myself, but then you had to come in and ruin everything. I don't know what stupid trick you pulled, but they're dogs at your fucking mercy, almost like Tadao is for me."

My brows crease in confusion. What does she mean by that?

Ryo finally stopped pulling on Tadao's hair, and he steps a few feet away from the psychotic duo. He's also on thin ice but seems to really not want to be a part of this. He glares at Aiya from behind and gently rubs his scalp. She turns to look at him while trying to squeeze the pendant as tight as she could. It's sturdier than I thought since it isn't cracking in any way. "Why don't you tell them, my little errand boy?" She says "errand boy" in such a demeaning way that even I feel like throwing up.

He physically cringes hard at that name but doesn't stop his glaring at her. She doesn't seem to care in the slightest. "It's true. She's got me on a tight leash that could easily make me lose my job as a waiter for my parent's business. Two of her friends help set me up one day while I was their waiter. She purposefully tripped me, making me fall onto one of her in-on-it female friends,"

He greatly cringes again. "My hands ended up in... unsavory places trying to catch myself. Aiya snapped a picture, and if she were to send it to my parents, they'd kick me from my job for sure. I'm trying to earn my place to take over their business one day. They understandably would have no tolerance for such behavior. Everyone is more than willing to believe three women complaining about a man assaulting them before they'd believe a man claiming to be gay was framed."

I hate to say it, but that does seem like a pretty logical assumption many would make. Has he mentioned being gay before? My still kinda messed up mind can't remember.

Aiya laughs sadistically. "Right you are, my little errand boy."

I cringe as well this time. Ew. Out of all things? Seriously?

"It was a miracle it worked so well in my favor! Now I can just dangle the little carrot whenever I need dirty work done, and he has to do it or lose his job and family’s faith in him permanently."

Now I'm feeling a bit bad for Tadao.

"In speaking of loss." She turns back towards me and glares harshly again. She throws the pendant to the ground and tries to break it with a few firm stomps. Is she seriously acting like a child right now? If I wasn’t in such a dire situation, I’d probably be laughing at how pathetic this is.

The stomps do little to nothing. She yells in frustration, picks it up again, and chucks it at the concrete wall as hard as she could on my left. It just bounces off and clatters to the also concrete floor. Concrete? Of course I'd be in a fucking basement. She’s acting like a child throwing a massive tantrum.

She stops after a moment and pins her hands on my forearms. The grip almost hurts. With her glare locked onto my eyes and her quite obvious thirst for power or something, I could almost joke about her being kinky.

That thought nearly makes me physically gag. Ew. Okay, definitely not with her involved though.

“What are you doing? This wasn’t part of the plan!” Ryo has the audacity to almost sound panicked. Why?

She looks back toward Ryo for a moment.

"Oh, they deserve a little punishment, don't you think, dear Ryo? They chose the “family” over you after all. All they had to do was deny them a bit better, and all of this could have been avoided!~"

I'm pissed they didn't think I tried. How the hell are you SUPPOSED to just stand up and refuse two pro heroes to something they were already dead set on? Especially if they’re quite high in ranks?

Ryo has a torn expression. “I… yeah, I guess that makes sense. But we can’t afford to have them suddenly needing to go to the hospital. They’d be found then!”

She turns back towards me with a highly unnerving smirk. “Don’t you worry. I’ll just go to stage one.”

Stage… one? Wait, It almost feels like everything around is getting colder? No, worse. It feels like heat is slowly being sapped out of me. What is she doing!?

Tadao seems to pale a few shades lighter than he already was.

“Y-You can’t just use your quirk like that! You’re purposefully giving them stage one hypothermia!?” He rushes towards us to try to stop her.

...She’s what!?

She puts one of her hands in a “stop” form towards him. “Come any closer, and I won’t think twice of posting that delightful pic to your family.”

He freezes in his tracks.

“Besides, stage one is harmless enough anyway. Mostly just some shivering and loss of blood circulation. We can warm them back up to normal easily enough later.”

“B-but what about the chance of it worsening after? It could get worse itself since it’s already fairly cold down here!” He almost seems to beg for her to let go.

She rolls her eyes. Damn, I’m feeling the effect fast. My body is already starting to involuntarily shiver. “Every time you open your whiny mouth, it makes my longing stronger of wanting to post it just to get you sorry excuse for a man finally away from me.”

He looks like he desperately wants to say something else, but his mouth snaps shut.

“I- uh, I’ll come back later. I can’t really handle being around Y/N while you do that to them.” Ryo admits and heads towards the stairs starting at my right front corner and goes up towards a door above and behind me. Seriously? You’re so DESPERATE to get me, finally do, and then can’t even stick around to watch your new friend basically torture your old best friend? Just how pathetic are you?

The door slams as they leave.

She immediately gets way too close to my face. Back up, back up, backup, backup,backup-

“You’re lucky I promised to keep my word for them, or I’d have absolutely no problem forcing it to the third stage and laugh at you while watching you die.” She seethes, and lets go not long after.

She's lucky I didn't spit on her face. Would have greatly loved to. I really should have.

She looks toward Tadao and glares again. “I’ll be back shortly. I need to make sure you weren’t stupid enough to leave any other tracks that would lead them to us. While I’m gone, don’t think of doing anything else stupid,” She leaves pretty quickly as well. However, I didn’t hear a door open and close.

I look up to try to see why, and there’s a bit of purple mist that disappears not long after. Purple mist? Was there another or something? Maybe that’s how I got here? Now thinking back, I think I saw something purple forming to the side of me before being knocked out.

Tadao bolts to be right in front of me and puts his hands on my shoulders. The little heat is a surprising relief from the serious chill I’m feeling now. His brown eyes look like they’re about to start crying.

“I’m sorry! I’msorry, I’msosorry, so, so, so, sorry! I didn’t want this to happen and purposefully started to avoid you because they were forcing me to get you and they would have known if I met you and didn’t get you with that other watching and so many things this is so frustrating-!” He quickly started speaking so fast I almost didn’t understand a word he said to me. It took a moment to process, but then it made sense why he wasn’t around the past few days.

Kind of stuck on what to do now, other than…

I slip the ring off my finger and drop it to the floor. Can’t exactly stomp on it from my legs being bound, but it’s enough in the rage I feel.

Another involuntary shiver comes over my body. Has it always been this cold in here? I know the whole hypothermia and stuff going on, but this seems rather odd. Was she possibly lying about only stage one?

He quickly kneels down to be right by the cuffs still on my wrist sitting in front.

Metal cuffs that are detailedly painted to look wooden. After a second of him holding them, The paint chips off with what I guess to be some sort of mold, leaving the metallic glint underneath.

A surprised and extremely terrified expression takes over his face. “I thought I told her to make them wood! I lied saying you wouldn’t be able to break out of it so I could use my mold to dissolve them!”

Aiya laughs behind him and re-enters. A test. Of COURSE she was testing him, not going back to the scene. It would have been beyond suspicious if the heroes saw her there.

She walks down the stairs to be in front of us. “You honestly think I’d listen to you? I know you were planning on letting them go before you found out the family they babysit for are heroes. Sadly, I actually did get rid of that picture, as promised to Ryo with your cooperation, but I can easily get more. All it takes is another friend who still has it, or even just have other friends do the same thing at your workplace,” she puts her hand on her chin and looks up in thought. “Hmm, I might just post it anyways. You didn’t fully keep your promise either!~ Oh! And it would be so much better if next time it’s when your parents are-”

The door gets slammed with so much force, that it flies off the hinges and falls flat right behind her. She freezes in her place, staring at the entrance where the door was.

A man with all-too-familiar hair and certain grey clothing jumps down, and turns toward Aiya with a very harsh glare.

… It’s Shouta, and he. Is. PISSED.

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yikes, lost and fully forgot about the taglist until now.

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[hydrangeapartridge]

The last MHA chapters were sad but inspiring, and so I wrote a thing...

WARNING: Spoilers for MHA chapter 362 under the cut!!

You feel a pang in your chest when you enter the classroom. It hasn't changed one bit. It feels like it's been an eternity since you last attended a lesson. You've changed since then; all of you have. You faced hardships that even the best lectures couldn't prepare you to.

The small chattering noises that fill the room contrast with the loud yelling you'd gotten used to. You miss the yelling, but you don't miss the explosions; the screams, the cries of the past few weeks. You wish you could forget them, forget him so it wouldn't hurt so much to know that he won't come to class today.

You're not a child anymore when you sit at small desk on the second row. It's tinier than you remember.

Outside, the cherryblossom fall prettily, all pink and glamourous. You watch them twirl, trying your best to ignore how the seat to your left remains empty. He's always there before you because he gets up so early. Was always there before you.

You busy yourself with emptying the content of your messengerbag, to avoid thinking about half-burnt faces and lost arms. About children going to war. About victory coming at too high a cost. The nightmares plague you enough already, you can't let them darken your days too.

You absentmindedly caress the colorful little bookmarks that stick out of your favourite notebook. He used to make fun of them; of how you higlighted every damn word you wrote with a different color. Your fingers rythmically play with the pen he used to steal from you. It's your favourite pen. You like how it feels between your fingers.

Beside you, the feet of a chair drag noisily against the wooden floor. Your heart races in your chest as some stupid hopeless part of you makes you turn your head too fast to your left. Where you wished to see a familiar mop of ashen blond hair, you find a mess of violet curls. Shinsou's evertired eyes meet yours and you quickly look away. 

You send him a death glare because being angry feels better than being sad. However he isn't intimidated, and thinking he can read you like an open book he says "I'm sorry for you loss"

It's not his fault, you know that. But you can't contain the anger rising inside your gut. It's not fair; it's his desk. It's not fair that he can be replaced just like that. But you're not a kid anymore, so you can't complain about Shinsou stealing his seat to your exhausted teacher. It won't make him come back.

With a deep sigh, Shinsou takes a seat - his seat. You feel his gaze on you but you stubbornly keep looking away. Your notebook is suddenly so very interesting.

"I won't apologize for being here" He mutters and your blood boils in your veins. You can't even fathom how difficult it must be for him, to be here, but you still want to hate him for it. 

"He... He had a far prettier handwritting" The way you automatically use the past tense makes your voice tremble. You shouldn't compare them, and yet you do, even if it's not fair. 

His voice is but a soft whisper, so different from the loud drawl you were used to hear coming from the left. His words make your throat tighten, and tears soon start to blurr your vision. He takes you off guard; you're more used to roughness than kindness. Your emotions are running very high these days, so it is no surprise you so easily go from anger to sadness. That's how grief is.

Shinsou is sweet, he has the decency to look away when you start sobbing. The whole classroom suddenly falls very silent, mourning with you.

Between tears, you catch sight of Shinsou's opened notebook. It's plain, and filled with messy scribbles that you find almost illegible. A bitter chuckle escapes you. 

There's a new boy sitting at the desk to your left, but you won't let the one who left be forgotten.

Shinsou doesn't take offense, he's patient by nature; cool like water. You'd prefer the burn of a shooting star, too quickly gone, but you can't blame him when he tries his best to handle your outburst.

"No copying off me then" Shinsou barely assumes his own joke, looking away while rubbing his neck with his hand.

It still makes you snort, wet and ugly. "You wish" You whisper, and the atmosphere of the whole classroom seems to lighten up with your laugh.

After a moment of silence, you gather up the courage to look at him, your new class neighbour, still a little surprise to find violet orbs instead of sharp scarlet ones.

"Welcome to hero course, Shinsou"  You offer those words with a ghost of a smile; utter them between quivering lips. Like an olive branch. A peace sign. A new start.

The smile Shinsou gives you is small but relaxed, genuine yet tinted with a sorrow only the people in this particular classroom can understand.

There's a new boy sitting at the desk to your left. You'll probably never get used to it. A new year will start like nothing changed, yet you know things will never be the same. You'll keep him in your heart; the blazing image of him, forever young, burnt into your brain; with his uniform intact, his tradmark sulky frown in place and your pen in his hand.

#mha spoilers #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #hitoshi shinsou #bnha shinso hitoshi #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha spoilers #please hori make him come back so this drabble will make no sense! #mha hitoshi #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha x you #mha x yn

[mentally-unstable-weirdo]

Hey people, So I would love to write something for you guys but for my first post idk what to write. Please leave a comment and let me know. I usually write some MHA x Y/n so yeaaa lmk✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

#mha fanfiction #mha x yn #denki kaminari #denki kinnie #deku #mha #MHA #izuku mydoria #BNHA #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha kirishima #bnha shinsou #x y/n #mha fluff

[sttm99]

Trigger warnings: Alcohol consumption, swearing, recreational drug use, very suggestive, slight voyeur and exhibitionism.

Characters: Bakugo and Shinsou x reader.

"Yo, we got space for an extra?" Sero pops his head into Bakugo's room, holding up his phone to his ear.

"For what?" Bakugo's hunched over his desk, trying to get in some last minutes reading done before he has to start getting ready.

"The car." Sero replies, speaking faster, growing slightly impatient. "Is there space for an extra person?" He asks again.

"S'long as it's not fucking deku or icyhot." The blonde spits out, brows furrowing as he shuts the book close and turns in his seat to face Sero. "Why are you asking? Who do you wanna bring?"

Sero speaks into the phone for a moment before answering. "Oh, just one of my friends. You don't know them."

Bakugo raises a brow.

Sero laughs, "She's cool. Don't worry about it." And best quickly leaving before Bakugo can say anything about it again.

He just rolls his eyes, grumbling about the door as he stands and heads to his wardrobe to start getting ready.

"Yeah, just make a right here," Sero directs from the passenger seat, eyes flitting between the Google Map opened on his phone and the row of houses outside.

"Which house is it?" Bakugo asks with narrowed eyes, looking out through the dashboard.

It was bad enough that he'd agreed to make a detour to pick up this Sero's friend. He wasn't in the mood to wait for her, too.

"Yeah, YN." Sero speaks into his phone, still squinting and looking outside as Bakugo drives slowly through the neighbourhood. "Yeah, we're here. Come out. It's a black Ford."

Uraraka leans forward from the backseat. "It's YN?"

Sero turns back to look at her. "You know her?"

Tsuyu speaks. "She's Mina's friend. Apparently, she went to school with her and Kiri."

Sero nods, "Yeah, I met her through Eijiro."

Bakugo rolls his eyes and groans. "Well where the fuck is she?"

But before he can pop a fuse, Sero taps his shoulder and directs him to a house just a few ways down, a figure just opening the door.

"Yeah, that's her."

"Finally," Bakugo rolls his eyes and groans, driving forward.

"Shut up, dude, you didn't even wait three minutes."

Bakugo catches sight of you as you approach the car through his side, and he decides that you're sexy. Glossy hair and giggly features and your cleavage practically glowing in the streetlight.

He quickly unlocks the door, and you open it, Uraraka shifting to the other door as you slide in next to Tsuyu.

Sero's turning in his seat to grin at you. "You look good." He praises.

Bakugo watches you through the rearview mirror.

"As always," you tease back before turning to the girls next to you. "Hi," you greet out enthusiastically. "I'm YN. Thank you, really, for the ride."

Uraraka grins, "It's nice to meet you. I'm O-"

"Oh, I know you two." You laugh softly. "Mina posts you guys a lot. You're on her story like every other week." You lean forward in the seat to look at Bakugo. "Hi. Thanks for the ride."

He nods once. "Yeah, sure. No problem." He mumbles as he changes gears and begins driving out of your neighbourhood.

"You didn't throw a tantrum," Sero laughs, nudging Bakugo's shoulder before turning back to you. "That means you're sexy." He tells you.

You roll your eyes and settle back in the seat. Then you perk up. "Oh, right, I forgot." You say as you reach into your bag. "I got this for you. You know Monoma always buys the worst drinks." You snort and pass a can of some drink to Sero.

"Oh, sweet!" He says with a wide grin as he immediately opens it up and begins chugging it down. Then he's wiping the excess off his mouth. "You're always on point with the alcohol." He teases.

You laugh, bringing out a can for yourself and flicking it open. "Can't do anything other than drink, so..." you shrug.

Bakugo raises a brow at you. "No weed?"

You shake your head as you take a few sips of your drink, then offer to Tsuyu and Uraraka. The latter takes it. "No weed. It's just never been my thing."

He hums. And you all fall into silence as he drives.

The number of UA students you're friends with is surprising. Bakugo watches as you drift around the place, sharing a shot with someone and greeting another.

It's even crazier when he ends up with you and some others in a locked room on the first floor, away from the loud music and too drunk party goers.

He's sat by the desk at the edge of the room, Sero atop the table next to him, laughing and grinning as you all engage in some stupid drinking game.

You're on the bed, your body hanging lazily over Setsuna next to you. The girl in question I'd practically a goner, eyes drooping shut and checks deeply flushed from all the alcohol she'd taken.

And then there's Shinsou at the edge of the bed, fiddling with the lighter at the end of his blunt, brows furrowed in concentration.

"Okay, so..." Sero says, leaning his elbows on his knees as a sly grin takes over his features. "Games aside, YN. Time for you to do your thing."

You chuckle. Bakugo raises his brow.

"That's right," Shinsou perks up, turning to face you with a grin and his rolled up blunt balanced on his lips. "I've heard about you."

It has you grinning and coyly batting your lashes at him. "Aww. I feel famous now."

"Your thing?" Bakugo asks, sitting up in his chair as he looks at you closely.

Setsuna giggles, slowly slumping unto the bed, "Her quirk. They love it."

Sero snorts as he hops off the table. "And I've not had it in a while."

Shinsou sits forward, putting Setsuna's legs on his thighs as he gets closer to you. "Mhmm... I've not had it at all."

But Bakugo's still furrowing his brows, feeling out-of-the-loop, being the only one that doesn't know what this quirk of yours is.

And yoy notice his confusion, and lean back on the bed now that Setsuna is practically passed out, your head at the edge of the frame as you stare up at him upside down. "It's a sense manipulation quirk," you drawl out, your words slurred from the alcohol. "I can enhance or reduce your sense of everything."

Bakugo hums as he finds himself staring, and it has goosebumps rising on your arms and a familiar tingling feeling pooling at the bottom of your belly. You lick at your drying lips as you stare back at him.

"Sero likes getting off with it." You giggle as you sit back up, feeling yourself getting dizzy from the blood flow to your head. But as soon as you're seated upright, you're turning to face Bakugo. "Wanna see?"

"Hey, no fair," Sero pouts as he sits next to you, palm on your chin, softly turning your head to face him instead. "I asked first."

"And I did second." Shinsou says, his hand coming to rest on your thigh.

But you roll your eyes at them, playfully swatting Monoma's hand away from your leg with a giggle. "I wanna do Bakugo first, and you can go second. He needs to let loose more than you two," you look back at Bakugo invitingly.

"Alright. Let's see this sense quirk." He mumbles as he stands from the chair, walking over to you.

You giggle, making space for Bakugo to sit in front of you.

"Okay, so relax, yeah?" You whisper as you rise to your knees, putting them on either side of Bakugo's hips as he sits at the edge of the bed. "Everything's gonna feel far."

He hums, nods once, and then rolls his shoulders, leaning back into your chest. You look down at him, almost forgetting Sero and Shinsou right next to you. You're too focused on Bakugo, his resting mean face, the slight weight of him as he rests his back against you.

You let your palms snake up his arms to his shoulders, not to intensify the effects of your quirk but because you'd wanted to touch his biceps since you'd gotten into the car.

You close your eyes and breathe out softly, causing a shiver to run down his spine before you press the tips of his fingers to his pulse points and you hum.

And you're right, Bakugo thinks, everything suddenly feels so far....

His eyes are open, but it feels like he's dreaming, sounds are muffled, he can't smell much. His tongue like lead in his mouth and it feels like he's drowning.

It feels so good.

Like some high he's never reached before. He leans back even more against you, eyes half lidded and lips parted as he tries to look around.

"Fuckin' mental."

"I swear he's gonna bust a nut."

"Will you two shut the fuck up?"

Your voices are muffled, like there's cotton in his ears, and all he can do is feel.

He can still feel your hands on his neck.

He can feel as they dip forward into his shirt from above.

He can feel the heat of your breath on his neck as you lean closer and the press of your breasts on his back.

"I can choose which senses to increase or decrease," he hears you whisper. But it's so muffled, so unclear.

Bakugo doesn't even hear when his breath becomes shallow as your hands keep running over his chest. He doesn't realise he's softly groaning at your touch.

"Fuucck-" He growls low, letting his head fall back unto your shoulder. Your fingers are running over his nipples know.

You're giggling softly behind him as one of your hands begins snaking up to his jaw.

"What confuses me though is the tongue sometimes," You're purring in his eat and he can feel his cock beginning to harden and twitch.

"I'm diminishing your taste, but increasing your touch. So..." Your index and your middle fingers are on his lips, pushing past his mouth and pressing flat against his tongue.

"You should feel this even more, shouldn't you?"

He wants to respond, to tell you 'yes'. He can feel the press of your fingers, can feel it so intensely, your other hand that's travelling down his stomach, he can feel that too, he can feel you thumbing at his V-line.

He groans around your fingers, hoarse and guttural, before he's gathering all the strength he has to raise a hand to your wrist, letting his tongue circle your fingers once before he's pulling them out of his mouth and turning his neck to you so he can harshly press his lips to your own.

And just as he expected, it's enhanced. Your mouth on his has him groaning, his dick spurring up. It's even hotter once you begin to reciprocate, pushing your tongue into his mouth as you kiss him.

He can feel a dip in the bed, one of the boys inching closer to see more. It's Shinsou, uncharacteristically eager, his blunt discarded somewhere as he leans forward to get a better look at you.

Bakugo thinks you lose control of your quirk for a moment because everything hits him suddenly; the smell of your perfume, the sound of your moaning, everything. It hits him like a truck, and he flinches harshly, pulling away from you.

And as his lips are no longer on yours, Shinsou's replacing him, the purple haired boy's hands are on your waist, his mouth practically devouring yours as you groan and mewl into his mouth.

You giggle softly as you pull away slowly, turning to look at Bakugo, "Oops," you shrug with a smirk, your hands playing with the hem of Shinsou's shirt. "Should have warned you about that."

Shinsou laughs too, "You look fucking wrecked." He murmurs out to Bakugo, his palms rubbing at your lower stomach under your shirt.

And Bakugo's sure he does. His cheeks are hot, pupils blown, and he can feel your saliva on his lips. That kiss he had with you, your fingers all over his body, in his mouth-

Fuck.

"You're sweet, too." You mumble as you suck on your fingers, the ones that had just been in his mouth. Your eyes never leave him, and he watches you suckle your fingers gently.

But then Shinsou's bringing his lips to your neck. "Hey. It's my turn, right, pretty girl?" He whispers into your ear, his voice soft and low, large hands rubbing up your arms, coming to cup your breasts gently.

You grin, "Hmmm, come here." You whisper to him, arching your back and pressing forward into his touch.

It fuels a soft jealousy in Bakugo, watching Shinsou's hands rub up your body softly.

"Freaks," Sero snorts under his breath as he watches the three of you.

But you roll your eyes. "Just admit you're jealous, Hanta."

He scoffs as he stands. "Well, obviously. I thought I was gonna get fucked here." He hums as he makes to the desk, taking a seat. "Though I guess I don't mind watching."

"Oh?" You grin at him. "Didn't think you were into that."

Sero laughs lowly, shaking his head and manspreading back on the chair, showing off the forming tent in his trousers, "Well? Shinsou's getting impatient, and Bakugo's jealous. It's a whole show at this point."

Bakugo grunts. "I'm not fucking jealous."

Shinsou replies this time. "Sure you're not." He says sarcastically, burying his lips into your neck, his hands going under your shirt. "Though I don't get why. 'M not stopping you from touching her too, am I?"

Bakugo looks at you getting groped and kissed by his classmate, his eyes roaming your body before coming up to your face, looking at you expectantly.

You giggle softly, stretching an arm out to him. "Come on. Let's teach you to share."

#bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #bnha x reader #bakugo smut

[pandenewie]

Dress Coded Masterlist

SYNOPSIS:

Dress codes are dumb. And everyone in school agrees. So why is the dear student council president Yang Jungwon so insistent on upholding such a stupid rule? And why is Y/n so insistent on changing his mind?

OR

Y/n finds a new way to break the dress code each day, purely to spite the student council president and make him change the stupid rule. But what started as a simple act of rebellion soon takes a turn as more is found out about the goody-two-shoes president. 

PAIRING: jungwon x gn!reader

GENRE: nonidol!au, highschool!au, socialmedia!au, sorta fake dating (you'll see), mild enemies to lovers, fluff, suggestive, angst (light), cursing, attempted humour. Ft. Enhypen Ni-ki + Jay + Jake, P1Harmony Soul + Jongseob, Kep1er Bahiyyih + Hikaru (+ Youngeun mention), Le Sserafim Eunchae, IVE Wonyoung, ZB1 Ricky, Seventeen Wonwoo

**any pictures used of "yn" are for outfit descriptions only and do not represent yn's gender/race/physical appearance in any way :))**

STARTED: 08/04/23

FINISHED: 02/10/23

STATUS: completed

PROFILES:

Sk8ter Bois | H2hoes

CHAPTERS:

00 - The Dress Code | 0.3k words

01 - White Privilege

02 - Pu$$y Gang

03 - A Little Manipulation

04 - Manifesting

05 - when bae gets you in trouble | 1.9k words

06 - Shota's Minecraft Girlfriend

07 - It's my turn to use the braincell

08 - It's Giving Control Freak | 1.7k words

09 - Enemies 👹 to Enemies 😊

10 - Damage Control

11 - I have the mind of a mastermind

12 - Potato Chips | 1.8k words

13 - DRUGS?? 😱😱

14 - Real Men Clean Bathrooms | 2.4k words

15 - Dr Dilf

16 - L + Ratio + Y/n will never love you

17 - Stuco Rizz | 2.1k words

18 - From homies to nomies

19 - De-yassified

20 - Mama I'm in love with a criminal | 1.6k words

21 - Prison Wife Era

22 - Family Vacation | 2.9k words

23 - Please No Feelings | 2.5k words

24 - Trauma Bonded ❤ | 1.9k words

25 - BREAK HIS HEART ❗❗

26 - This wasn't part of the plan | 1.9k words

27 - Gold Star

28 - Good Boy Gone Bad ❌ Good Boy Gone Sad ✔

29 - If it isn't the consequences of my own actions

30 - No More Hobocore

31 - Somebody that you used to know | 1.2k words

32 - Jongseob Marriage Counsellor

33 - Cute, platonically

34 - Where we went wrong | 3.2k words

35 - Ronald McDonald if he slayed

36 - No More Mr Nice Guy

37 - It's Giving Grease | 3.0k words

38 - The Updated Dress Code | 0.5k words

39 - Do-over Date | 2.6k words

FINALE - #savejungwonfromyn

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𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗅 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌. (𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿-𝗂𝗌𝗁)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗈, 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗐𝖺, 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗉𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾. }

"hello kitty~." shinso hugged you wrapping his arms around your shoulders, smushing his face in your hair, inhaling the scent of whatever you put in it this morning.

   today he wanted you to sit in on him training with his mentor that he always talks about. and you were happy about it cause, he's finally training to become a hero, something's he had his mind set on for quite a while.

   sitting on a cement bench in Gym Gamma provided by cementoss, shinsou pulled you onto his lap and placed his hands on your waist, rubbing his thumb against your smooth brown skin.

   "don't get me wrong kitty I love the outfit but what's with all this?" his monotone voice questioned. you were in a cotton candy two piece.

   "well toshi , I thought it was cute and I brought it a little while ago and never got the chance to wear it soo I thought duh why not wear it today." your hands trailing up the back of his neck, fingers tangling into his hair as your arms rested on his shoulders.

   palms skimmed down your hips as he gripped the flesh of your thighs. he hummed. "we'll talk about this outfit later, I hear someone coming down the hall." you got off his lap and sat on the bench.

   a man dressed in what looked like a black onesie pajama with a grayish scarf came into the gym. he looked lean with a little bit of muscle, he walked with a slight limp as his hair partially covered his face.

   "who's this shinso?" the vaguely familiar man questioned, his voice almost reaching the gates of hell. you had to stop yourself from physically gawking.

   you stood up and held out your hand to shake his. "hi I'm y/n and you must be the mentor shinso talks about. you look so young." He firmly took ahold of your hand, shaking it.

   your eyes were focused on the grip of his hand til his deep voice caught you off guard. "My name is shouta aizawa, pro hero Eraserhead and I teach the hero course." your face lit up as you looked at him, taking in the height difference.

   he was a little taller than shinso. "I thought you looked familiar, you're my favorite pro hero even though you mostly work underground. your scar is so badass." you fangirled

   he was getting flustered, not a lot of people knew about him or praised him like that. "Gee thanks kid." he patted the top of your head with a faint blush, making your face heat up as you sputtered out 'no problem.'

   shinso felt weird about his teacher touching you. "I'm ready." you walked back to the bench watching them work on hand-to-hand combat. "Alright just basic combat no quirks, til either one of us taps." shinso nodded as you got ready to sit at the edge of your seat

   they were agile and quick, sending punch after punch to each other's faces and guts, kicking shins and chins til one of them could get a pin down. you winced for shinso as aizawa got a clean punch to his jaw, sending him back by at least a yard making him land with a thud.

   "can you move?" aizawa shouted, still on defense in case it was a trick. shinso sat up rubbing his now red jaw. "I'm tapping." Walking over you and aizawa helped him into his feet. "Well done, practice is over we'll continue in two days. Go to recovery girl's office and get patched up. See you kids later."

                                   ・❥・

   shinso stands in between your legs as your sat on the hospital bed holding an ice pack provided by a nurse against his jaw as he winces from the cold. "You did so good my pretty hero, but guess what-"

   you paused watching him raise his eyebrows in response waiting for you to continue. "You got knocked the fuck out." you cackled throwing your head back snorting a little, making him tsk and roll his eyes as he patiently stared at you, waiting for you to finish til you were just gasping for air.

   "you done now y/n? I just felt a little off today, the way you were kinda fawning over my teacher... I never heard of him being your favorite hero." he scoffed looking off to the side.

   "Is this jealousy~ I'm hearing-" "for real y/n?" "Everyone has a favorite hero and I never thought I would actually ever see him, or that I would even be connected to the hero scene but you're the best, my all time favorite pretty hero. That's why I only talk about you."

   his face reddened as he looked your way. dropping the pack holding his face gently you placed a soft kiss on his lips. you jumped down from the bed somewhat pushing him back walking towards the exit. "Let's go get some ice cream this outfit ain't finna go to waste."

   hitoshi watched your hips sway as you walked away, running to catch up to you. he rested his hand on the small of your back barely hovering over your ass. "yea let's not waste it." he smirked as you both walked out.

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

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[stellar-constellations]

Hitoshi Shinso Masterlist

Yandere! Hitoshi Shinso x Yandere! Fem! Reader—Bound Together: Chapter 1 (ONGOING SLOW BURN SERIES):

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Headcannons + oneshots:

To be added when requested or written.

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[hopelessdelusional]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

all of the girls you’ve loved before

EDIT: just realized i fucked up one of the text messages, that migraine was ROUGH

the title kinda doesn’t fit the chapter but it kinda does but i’m so dehydrated and sleep deprived idk

anyways welcome to season two!! thank you all to the folks who have been around for a while-and if ur just now stopping in hello! i’m Ro and i write smaus and fanfiction! rn i’m writing a lot of mha bc brainriot but i pinky promise i’ll do some more fandoms once this series is over 🫶

pls enjoy i love u all💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 once again i’m asking for ideas for fics or just questions abt me!!! if you wanna know what fandoms i’m in or what ships/ x readers i’ll write and make smau’s over i can answer!!! just send me a note for my inbox and it’ll be answered!!

fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- GUESS WHO FIGURED OUT HOW TO ADD MORE PHOTOOOOOOOOS “prepare to be sick of me”

- y/n and bkg have been talking non STOP bro like texting calling all that shit, hitoshi is SICK of walking out into the living room or kitchen and seeing y/n on the phone with bkg (even tho she has to deal with him and kaminari but whatever)

- whenever bakugou doesn’t know how to respond to anything he SPRINTS to his friend group, it’s very amusing

- hitoshi and y/n are best friends and spend a lot of time together, thus they are slowly becoming the same person! including their set of questions they like to ask ppl bc it’s “fun”

- when momo is super busy her assistant sometimes reads her messages just in case there’s no emergency or anything and always giggles when it’s one of her friend’s having a meltdown (especially with the gc name, very entertaining to see ur boss be in a gc like that)

- bakugou also asked y/n a bunch of questions one night and that’s what lead to them ranking all the t.s albums (it ended in chaos)

- (bakugou listened to taylor swift after that call)

- hitoshi and shoto know literally everything abt each other, either as dirt or just out of love, no one knows

- (it’s out of love)

- mina and kirishima have been going on a lot of dates recently….who knows what will happen………

- i did random users guys 😁😁😁😁 how do we feel😁😁😁😁

- y/n sees said tweet and… goes a little silly if you will

- yeah toshi and kami are so gay even random strangers can tell bruh

-kami is a bit of an idiot for not just, texting, toshi but whatever we still love him

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