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squidsandthings · 2 months

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Kenji & Chuuya "You need to eat more vegetables, mister"

Taking this prompt from you and turning into our racer au.

Enjoy :D

(I cannot write dialogue well asdsjklgh)

"You need to eat more vegetables, mister!"

Kenji's voice rang out through the small apartment as one by one Kenji inspected each of Chuuya's cabinets, each barren shelf bringing a slight frown to the kid's face.

Chuuya was reeling trying to piece together exactly how he ended up being lectured by some kid he barely knew and how exactly that kid even ended up in his apartment in the first place. His tired mind tried to replay the events.

This week was a shitshow for Chuuya. His second week of teaching was far rougher than the first, and the ungraded assignments were starting to pile up alongside the empty bottles of wine. He didn't mean to get behind. Chuuya didn't didn’t like to leave messes in his work or personal life, but it certainly didn’t help that he kept getting distracted by a certain blonde math teacher whenever he tried to work. Every day he seemed to wake up with a worse migraine and another set of problems to fix.. And to top it all off his "side hustle" hadn’t been nearly as profitable as usual. His neglected bike sitting unused continued to make his heart twist, but he was tired, and it seemed this week he couldn’t seem to catch a break, it wasn’t his fault he couldn’t keep up.

All this to say he didn’t exactly have the energy to argue when he was woken up at 6 in the morning (on a weekend for some god forsaken reason) by a persistent knocking at his apartment door. He answered half-asleep and fully unprepared for the sight that greeted him.

A mop of dusty yellow hair and a matching straw hat. Patchy blue overalls which highlighted sparkling bright blue eyes that stared up at them. To top it all off a smile which rivaled the damn sun nearly rendered his groggy mind comatose. He buffered trying to recognize the sunny kid in front of him, in the meantime he vaguely registered that the person in his doorway was now talking to him.

After a moment his brain clicked into recognition, right, this was the kid who ran the farmer's market stand he bought from each week. What was his name again? The farmer boy in front of him just kept talking until Chuuya's mind finally snapped everything into place.

Oh right, Kenji.

By the time he put that all together he just barely caught the end of Kenji's words.

“-which is why I figured I’d stop by and give you these!”

Chuuya blinked as Kenji stopped talking and gestured to a pair of large brown bags overflowing with produce he didn’t have time to object to before Kenji walked right into his apartment setting the bags on Chuuya’s counter as the kid started to…put away groceries for him? What was this kid's deal? Chuuya sighed and closed the door looking over at the kid, Kenji.

“Wait back up, why are you here, how did you get here, and why, exactly, are you going through my kitchen right now?” Chuuya tried to make sense of the whole situation.

Kenji looked back at Chuuya tilting his blonde head slightly.

“Oh did you not catch it? Sorry, I must have gotten excited. My grandmother always says I need to be careful not to get too excited when I talk but I just got excited to see you’re alive and somewhat okay Mister Nakahara!” “Just Chuuya is fine kid,”' “Oh okay! Well Mister Chuuya. I noticed you hadn’t stopped by this week at all, which was weird, and I got worried because what if you were sick and you couldn’t have good food to make you feel better, my grandma always says fresh food is the best medicine, so I figured I’d bring you your usual orders and also make sure you were okay,"

Kenji took a deep inhale before continuing to speak, Chuuya wondered how the kid could possibly have that much energy to talk this early.

“By the looks of it, you are alive but you don’t look okay and my grandma says to always help people when they need it, so obviously I can’t let you unpack all your own food, but looking in your cabinets here maybe I should have brought more? It’s awfully barren. You really need to eat more vegetables, Mister Chuuya,”

Kenji’s words only left Chuuya with more questions but he quickly realized the kid meant no harm he was just a bit…over enthusiastic.

Chuuya sighed and sat at the kitchen table near where Kenji was currently stocking his fridge with more eggs than Chuuya thinks he’s had in his apartment in his life.

“So you got worried because I didn’t show up at the farmers market so you somehow tracked down my address just to give me groceries and now you’re stocking my fridge because you think I look like shit?” “Yep!”

Kenji's reply was as chipper as Chuuya expected and caused Chuuya to let out a snort. Kenji continued to hum as he finished packing away all the produce. Once he finished he turned to stare at Chuuya with the widest, brightest, smile Chuuya had seen. This whole situation was so absurd, and yet, Chuuya’s headache hadn’t bothered him nearly as much while he was trying to figure out why there was a sunshiny 14 year old in his kitchen. He looked Kenji up and down once before joining the kid in the kitchen. Chuuya wasn’t even surprised as he found laughter escaping from his lips as he thought the situation over.

“Well, I’ll give you this kid, you’re very honest.”

Chuuya pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down something on it before holding it out to Kenji.

“Here’s my number, next time, just call me instead of breaking into my apartment at 6 in the damn morning” “I don’t use the family phone very often, but for Mister Chuuya, I’ll figure it out! I always like trying new city folk things,”

Chuuya just chuckled, the kid was strange, but, Chuuya couldn’t help but be endeared by his sunny disposition.

“Right, well, since you're here, and you’ve given me more food than I can probably eat in a month, do you want some breakfast? I make a pretty good omelet,”

Kenji thought about it for a moment.

“Well, usually I only eat after I do all my chores for the day, grandma always says I do my best work on an empty stomach…”

The hesitation that crossed Kenji’s face made Chuuya’s heart twist as suddenly it became his mission to give this kid a good meal. He knew that kind of hesitation well. Wanting to do the best you can so the people around you are happy and taken care of even at your own expense. He tried not to think of the sheep bracelet still in his nightstand.

“Hey, well, you did a really good thing today by bringing me these groceries, my week has been a mess and I’ll admit your little delivery made it a lot more bearable. So consider my repayment for what you did for me this breakfast. It’s like my gift back to you.”

Kenji blinked, seemingly considering Chuuya's words.

“Grandma always said it’s rude to refuse a gift…”

The blonde boy burst into a familiar beaming smile

“Okay Mister Chuuya, I’ll stay for breakfast!”

Chuuya smiled.. Maybe this week wasn’t so bad after all.

#ask #squid inks #beloved mutuals #bringing fluff to the angst war <3

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extremelyblackandwhite · 3 years

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innocence - 28

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: angst

A/N: its angst season again!!

NEXT CHAPTER

Bucky looked around like a crazed maniac, looking for anyone, just anyone who could be responsible for the letter he was holding in his hands. His blood seemed to freeze in his veins just like they used to when they held him hostage in the Russian base. Those words were tattooed in his retina, as it dawned on him he had once again to keep her safe. His ears started ringing like they always did when they used to trigger him, the ring itself replacing any other environment sound, becoming so loud it fully overcame over his senses, rendering him particularly useless. Not that he was of use lately.

- Bucky? - Y/N’s sister, Claire, called out to him. Almost mechanically, he stuffed the letter in his back pocket. - Are you okay? You look a bit shocked. Any naughty Christmas post cards?

- Just a bit ... cold.

- Yeah, Y/N said you were not very comfortable with it. Sorry about that, I was just trying to keep you away from Aunt Petunia. She’s too much.

- Thanks, Claire. Hm ... do you have any landline? I need to make a call to the US and my plan is running out.

- Yeah, no worries. There’s one in the hall by Y/N’s bedroom. - she gave him a warm smile which was reminiscent of Y/N yet did little to nothing to calm him down. He handed her the rest of the mail before climbing up the stairs to the same hall which had doors on each side. Yet, despite it looking like a maze all he cared about was that small telephone on the table.

Her picked the phone, leaning it against his ear as the rolled the dial to Steve’s number, the letter firmly mashed in his fist as he wanted nothing more than to burn it in the big fire place but he couldn’t. All he could think of was whoever had broken into Y/N’s flat back had followed them to London and once again he had been incapable of protecting her. He had let whoever was sending her those nasty messages, get to her in one of her most safe places. The other line rang like the passage of long times, until he heard the voice which had become synonymous with freedom and America together.

- Steve Rogers.

- Steve, they did it it again. - he snapped before he could even tell who it was on the phone. Yet, if his oldest friend couldn’t figure out his voice after so many years then maybe he needed new friends.

- Buck?

- Someone left a letter on her mail box calling her a whore again. You and Natasha were on it trying to figure out who did it in New York. - he continued on like an out of control mess.

- Buck, calm down. Was the handwriting similar? Maybe it’s a prank.

- There’s no handwriting just magazine cut outs and it’s not a prank.

Y/N stepped out of the car, walking over to the luggage holder to help her father take the shopping bags out while her mother walked up to the door to unlock it before they could climb up the stairs. Her father opened the truck of the small red car which they had had since she was a baby. She still remembered her father picking her up from ballet practice, the red colour bright through the cloudy skies. It always felt so safe to enter through those doors, almost if there was no harm whenever she was inside the old metal vehicle. Things were so simple back then and evil was so hardly defined and bordered away from her. She had had a good childhood, good parents, good family so why was she so scared whenever she was in New York? Why was she so intrinsically insecure and meek?

- So, beanie, you and James. Does he treat you well? - he asked as he handed her some bags and christmas boxes.

- He’s just perfect, dad.

- Then what is it?

- What do you mean? - she looked over her shoulder.

- Well, you’re my daughter, you’ve been my daughter for over 5 years now and I like to think I know you better than you think. What’s wrong, Y/N?

- I’m just homesick, dad. - she faked a smile, pushing her hat further down her head, trying to fiddle with something else. - New York is different from here and well, stardom is different from here. It has nothing to do with Bucky.

- He makes you happy?

- He does.

- Then I’m happy for you, beanie. - her father kissed the top of her head, carrying half the shopping bags and gifts onto the home while Y/N stood back looking at the neighbourhood she’d grown up in. It wasn’t perfect, no place in the world is perfect but it had a much more emotional connection to her than her place in SoHo. Of course, maybe it was just her own rose coloured glasses of being away from such a structured, planned 3 year ahead career.

She smiled softly at the houses in exposed brick shades and the coloured blue and red doors with big gold number. Rows and rows of houses which seemed never ending when she was younger yet now seemed so quickly fading from view. Nothing is everlasting and she remembered so well thinking everything was but maybe it was for the best. Good things end to give way to better ones and bad things end become they no longer suit you.

Y/N looked over her shoulder one last time before entering the house. She put the bags near the other ones neatly stacked by the staircase before pulling her coat and jacket off. The house was always filled with noise, it was never quiet. Always abundant with laughter or discussions about the silly topics. This time, they were discussing some weird plot on the television. However, Bucky was nowhere to be seen.

- Did you not invite Bucky? - she crossed her arms, giving her siblings the dirtiest look she could muster. - Guys, I asked you to include him.

- We did but your boyfriend has been on an international call for the last hour. It’s gonna add up. - Colin retorted.

- I’m gonna go check on him. - she reminded herself to tell Colin off for that backhanded comment but she was much more preoccupied with Bucky. Sure, he did enjoy his loneliness but Y/N didn’t want him to feel alienated. She did not want him to feel lonely or like a stranger in her home. Climbing up the stairwell, she noticed him at the end of the hall, old telephone she used to toy around with when she was a kid pretending to call her family yet, unlike her past childhood self, Bucky had the phone firmly pressed against his ears, lips tight, one hand holding himself against the table.

She noticed his indisposition, his muscles so tight she wondered how come he hadn’t had a cramp and like any empath she approached him with her characteristic sunny attitude, wrapping her arms around his waist, putting herself on her tip toes to kiss him. Bucky, however, moved his head to the side, mumbling something over on the phone in Russian, switching languages as if he did not want her to hear his conversation. Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach, her overthinking nature picking at her brain as she leaned her head against his shoulder. Bucky turned around slightly to kiss her on top of her head like one does to a child or a friend.

- I’m on a call now, princess. - he held her arm up to wrap it from his waist.

- Okay. I’ll just go ... go have a shower.

She delayed her exit, almost waiting for him to kiss her like he always did whenever she left. However, Bucky quickly returned to his call, in Russian, and she got the message loud and clear. She tried not to think much about it, after all Bucky was still related to the Avengers and despite being his girlfriend, she was not expect to be into that sort of information. She tried to convince herself of that fact as she stepped onto the cold porcelain of her shower floor. The water fell from her head onto her shoulder as she scrubbed the dirt off her body, constantly telling her inner anxiety, Bucky was merely busy. If she were busy she wouldn’t have liked her partner being clingy. He was busy.

She turned off the shower, wrapping herself in the fluffy bathrobe she probably had had since she was 18, hair still damp as she slide her feet into fluffy slippers and walked into her bedroom. Bucky was sat in her bed, laptop on his lap as he typed the keyboard so harshly one would think he’d break the keys. She smiled to herself as she took the side near him, head laying on top his cozy black jumper, probably dampening the fabric but Bucky didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he didn’t even seen to mind her presence, merely ignoring it. She looked up at him, moving to kiss his jaw with an innocence type of request which was anything but innocent.

- Buck. - she said in a sing song type of voice, almost like a mermaid calling out for a sailor. - Why don’t we finish what we started in the airplane?

- Not today, princess. - he kissed the top of her head once again. - I’m not in the mood for it.

- Oh ... hum ... okay. - she almost retracted back into her shell at those words. Had she done something this morning? Something to upset him? Maybe he didn’t enjoy her leaving him alone with her family. - Do you wanna go out for dinner?

- I don’t think it’s wise, princess. They might ... pap us or someth’ng.

Did he not want to be papped with her? Maybe he was still upset over the pap photos she had willingly given away. She didn’t know and she didn’t want to know. Instead, she decided to turn around in the bed, still naked under her bathroom and stare at the wall until she felt sleep weigh on her eyelids. Bucky, on the other side, had his wild eyes glued to the screen, watching the security tape of her apartment over and over again. It had been cut, he knew it had from the time changing sharply, however, he couldn’t see anything which would be of any aid. All he knew was that not only had he failed his job as an Avenger, he failed his job as her bodyguard and failed to protect her like any boyfriend would do. Would it be in a club he could’ve just punched the daylights out of whoever dared to call her that but right now he couldn’t. He didn’t know how to make it stop.

Bucky closed the laptop, putting it on the floor as he looked through his mind about who could want to hurt her, who cold do anything to want her to suffer. He could no figure it out and all he wanted was to figure it out. He leaned against the bars of her bedpost, looking over to his side to see her sleeping on her side, hand under her face and hair drying in front of his face. He carefully pushed the hair away from her face, tucking her into her large duvet before kissing her cheekbone. He couldn’t bring it upon himself to say anything, to tell her the letter came in. Bucky still remembered how she had reacted last time and he did not want it to happen again, he did not want her to feel unsafe in her own home. Instead, he let himself fast asleep next to her.

The morning woke Y/N up, the strange brightness of a sunny winter day hurting her eyes. She groaned, raising her torso from the bed, eyes blurry as she opened them. Rubbing the sleep off her eyes she extended her arm to notice Bucky’s spot was empty. She furrowed her brows, jumping off bed and walking outside and down the stairs onto the living room where most of her siblings and their partners were.

- Wow, Y/N. Clothes under the bathrobe, much? - Eloise teased.

- Where’s Bucky? - she ignored her sister.

- He went out. - Claire added, handing her a cup of tea. - Said he had to grab some stuff.

- Oh ... okay. He didn’t say anything.

- He probably didn’t want to wake you up. - Claire patted her shoulder, kind smile on her lips.

- Or maybe he’s cheating on you. - Colin added, only to be slapped over the head by Eloise. - Hey, what was that for? I was joking.

- He’s not cheating on you. - Claire reassured her. - Colin is just being an ass.

- What? I was joking!

- Not with Y/N, you idiot. - Eloise muttered under her breathe. - Maybe you should go put your clothes on, Y/N. Bucky is probably just Christmas gift shopping.

- Or maybe he got lost? He is like 200 years old. Did you give him a pager? He might be lost in Piccadilly Circus or maybe he can’t get out the underground.

- Fuck off, Colin. - Y/N snapped at him before returning up to her bedroom.

He knew her brother was just trying to get under her skin. Bucky was not cheating on her, when did he even have time to find someone in London to cheat her with? Maybe he had some contacts in London from when he used to come to missions with the Avengers. Maybe he had someone in London for him. No. No, Bucky did not. Bucky wouldn’t cheat on her, Bucky liked her but he was acting out of style to him. She sat on her bed, hand in the middle of her legs as she tried to stop herself from overthinking things that were absolutely ridiculous. Since she was no good at doing such thing, she called the only person who normally could push her back to reality.

- Chuck? I have a problem.

- Jesus, Y/N. Have you forgotten time zones? - Chuck groaned on the other side of the line. - You better be dying.

- Bucky is acting weird.

- Bucky always acts weird. What’s your point?

- I don’t know, Chuck. It feels weird. I even tried ... initiating IT and he said no. Do you think he’s not attracted to me anymore? He didn’t even want to kiss me

- Maybe he was not in the mood, Y/N. Also, why are you so freaked out about saying sex? Are you sexually repressed? Did you try to initiate some kinky sex with Bucky and maybe his old man penis wasn’t okay with it?

- Can we not discuss my boyfriend’s penis, please?

- What? He’s old, maybe it hasn’t been getting up. Did you ask him? Maybe he forgot to pack Viagra and he’s ashamed.

- Chuck. It is not that.

- I don’t know, Y/N. Maybe spice it up. Dress up like Princess Leia in Empire Strikes Back. Every man is into it.

- Bucky hasn’t seen Star Wars.

- I don’t know what was sexually appealing in the 40s, Y/N. Don’t you have that lingerie set they made you wear for Rocky Horror? Use that. Maybe he really just wasn’t in the mood.

- Okay ... yeah. Uhm, maybe it will work.

- Great. Now, I need to sleep because it is too late and there’s a girl in my bed and I don’t want her to think I have you on the side.

- Oh, is she a nice girl?

- Y/N ever since you lost your virginity you get very boring when you don’t get a dick appointment. Go on and do it with Bucky and we’ll talk later.

- Okay, thank you.

- Bye, bye.

Y/N stared at herself in the mirror. She never really saw herself a sexual being or a sexual girl at all. After all, she was the one who got told by three guys at her university freshers party she had the sexual charisma of a toaster. Now the metaphor did not make any sense but all she knew was that it probably did not make any sense. It wasn’t that she wasn’t comfortable with her own sexuality, she just didn’t think about it outside of work. Maybe Bucky was used to girls who put a bit more effort and wasn’t very attracted to her very old bathrobe and her Marks and Spencers cotton underwear. She shrugged it off, opening her wardrobe to skim through some of the costumes she had worn until she found the white lacy set. It was better than her regular cotton underwear. She put her robe back on looking at herself in the mirror as she gave herself a pep talk. He’s not cheating on her. She knows he would never do that.

She sat down in her bed, going over some scripts sent over by the agency until midday when Bucky came into the bedroom, on the phone with someone else, still speaking Russian. She waited for him to finish his call before she walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

- Sorry for not telling you, Y/N. I had to make some calls with the team.

- It’s okay. - she smiled at him. - I was just thinking maybe ... maybe we could have some us time. My parents went to do the groceries and my siblings won’t bother us, besides I have something I want to show you.

- Sorry, not in the mood. I need to call Steve. - he took his jacket off, putting it on the edge of her bed. - It’s urgent, princess.

- Oh, okay.

- Can I use the landline? Pretty sure I still haven’t figured out how to make international calls.

- Yeah. - he kissed the top of her head once more.

She sat on her bed defeated. Her mind going through everything she could’ve possibly done wrong the morning she left with her parents. Maybe he really wasn’t in the mood, however he did seem pretty eager that morning. She sighed. Damned Colin and his stupid backside comment. She sighed, rolling in her bed, the movement making his jacket fall to the ground. Great Y/N, now you’re wrinkling his clothes. She got up from her bed to grab the jacket for a letter to fall on the ground. She looked to the side, leaning down to pick the letter only to drop it once she saw the writing. You cannot hide, whore. She grabbed it from the ground before storming out to the hall, pulling the cable out the wall, effectively stopping Bucky’s call.

- When were you gonna tell me?

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myheroacademia-headcanons · 5 years

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Young Toshinori X Reader! They’re both classmates of 1-A, they’re awkward dorks around each other, and it’s the day of the Sports festival. Midnight and Mic want to help/mess with them. So they trick the reader into wearing the UA cheerleading uniform, hiding her PE clothes, and leaving her with Toshinori for the whole lunch break and throughout all the side games. Awkward fluff will ensue, and confessions!

The year is 2331 and class 1A has finished the first half of their very first UA sports festival. (Y/N) has never been the top of her class, but she was still disappointed that she didn’t make it to the second round.

Round 1 had been fairly basic, and it should have been pretty easy for her. It was a four person relay race, beginning in the Sports Festival Arena, going into the surrounding woods, then returning to the stadium for the final leg. All this should have been well suited to her quirk. (Y/N) teamed up with her friends Nemuri Kayama, Shouta Aizawa, and Hizashi Yamada. Their strategy was pretty simple: disable or immobilize all of the competition in the first 3 legs, then having (Y/N) to anchor the race, since her quirk made her pretty fast.

Hizashi ran the first leg, screaming at the top of his amplified lungs to take out the competition. Nemuri ran the second, putting all of her opponents to sleep with her scent. The third leg was run by Shouta, and by then most of the competition was far behind. Those who had quirks allowing them to keep up thus far were now rendered useless as Shouta took the baton and ran his whole leg without blinking once. By the time (Y/N) saw shouta on the horizon, most of the competition was far behind, and Shouta’s eyes were bright red.

(Y/N) took the baton and bolted, her mutant quirk being well suited to a foot race. She was quick and agile, making short work of the twisting trail that lead back to the stadium, and was a long way ahead of the competition. She looked over her shoulder just to be sure, but when she did she was shocked to see someone gaining on her with immense speed.

Toshinori Yagi from her class came into her view for a few moments, golden hair streaming behind him, sweat glistening in the sunlight. The moment seemed to last forever for (Y/N,) fully captivating her attention. She didn’t even see the tree root as she tripped over it, tumbling down the hill into a muddy ditch.

That fall had cost her team a place in the next round. Her friends told her it wasn’t a big deal, but (Y/N) felt awful. Even now in the prep room she felt like she might cry. I can’t believe I screwed up like that, she thought to herself. She slipped out of her muddy gym clothes and climbed into the shower. I probably looked so stupid… and right in front of my crush.

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“So, did you get it?” Nemuri asked Hizashi.

“Yeah baby! One smokin’ UA cheer uniform!” Hizashi replied, giving a huge thumbs up as he showed it to her.

“Good. I’ll go swap them now.” Nemuri replied, taking the uniform and entering the prep room. She placed the uniform on a table where she was certain (Y/N) would see it. Then, she grabbed (Y/N)’s muddied gym clothes and stuffed them into a bag. Nemuri then rejoined Hizashi in the hall. They both snickered quietly as they imagined their little prank playing out.

“What’s so funny?” Asked Toshinori, snapping both Nemuri and Hizashi out of their thoughts with his sudden appearance.

“Nothing!” The two friends replied quickly, failing miserably at acting natural.

“I Seriously doubt that.” Toshinori replied, glancing suspiciously between the two. After a moment of scrutiny, he resumed his course toward the prep room.

“Wait, why are you going in there?!?” Nemuri stammered nervously. She and Hizashi had thought it would be funny to dress (Y/N) as a cheerleader, but having her crush walk in on her changing was a bit far.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m going to clean up before half time.” Toshinori said, pushing his way past the two and through the door.

“What do we do now?” Nemuri asked, slight panic in her voice.

“Run.” Hizashi replied.

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(Y/N) was drying off with a small towel when the door to the room opened and shut. But she didn’t hear the sound, her ears being covered by the cloth. She reached for her discarded gym clothes, but despite all her feeling around she couldn’t seem to find them. ‘Did I leave them in the main room?’ She wandered, stepping out of the shower.

(Y/N) wrapped the towel around herself as best as she could before walking out into the main area. And that is when she saw him, sitting on a bench, shirtless, body glistening as he cleaned his skin with a moist towel.

(Y/N) squealed in shock, causing Toshinori’s head to turn abruptly and rest on (Y/N)’s face. “Don’t- Don’t look!” She stuttered, face turning bright red with embarrassment.

It took Toshinori a moment to realize what was happening, but as it hit him he began to blush almost as red as (Y/N) was. His jaw dropped and he fell off the bench, scrambling to cover his eyes. “I- I’m sorry…!” He stammered, eventually grabbing his shirt. “Use this to cover up.” He held out the garment to her.

(Y/N) took the shirt and wrapped it around her body over her towel. “Sorry about this.” SHe stammered, taking rapid half bows.

Toshinori held up his hand, and shook his head. “No need. I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were in here…”

“It’s fine, but…” (Y/N) trailed off.

“What is it?” Toshi asked.

“Have-” (Y/N) paused, trying to get the words past the lump of embarrassment in her throat. “Have you seen my clothes?”

Toshinori gaped at her for a moment, then glanced around the room until he laid eyes on some orange fabric folded on the table. “That them?” He asked, gesturing in the direction of the table.

(Y/N) picked up the clothing, growing even more embarrassed as she unfolded them. She slammed the cloth back on the table. ‘A cheer uniform!?!? Could this get any more embarrassing!?’ “No, absolutely not. I am not wearing a cheer uniform.” She said, half to herself.

“Those are the only clothes in here.” Toshinori commented, taking another glance around. “They’ve gotta be better than nothing, right?”

(Y/N) paused before replying. “…I suppose so…” She groaned, half to herself. She begrudgingly grabbed the uniform again, turning to Toshinori. “Can you please wait outside? I’ll give you your shirt back when I’ve changed.”

“Yeah, of course.” Toshinori replied, then left the room.

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Toshinori paced back and forth in the hall, trying to calm down. He felt pretty embarrassed pacing the hall shirtless, but was mostly still in shock from the events that had just transpired. He had just seen (Y/N) practically naked in the prep room, that was the last thing he expected to have to deal with today.

Suddenly, he was snapped out of his thoughts by the prep room door clicking open and shut behind him. He turned to see a very embarrassed (Y/N) dressed in an orange cheer uniform.

She was completely adorable. Long (h/c) locks falling around her flushed face and hands fidgeting awkwardly with his shirt. Toshinori was screwed.

“Here.” She said, arm jutting out abruptly. “Thanks for letting me borrow it.”

“Yeah, of course.” Toshinori replied, taking the shirt and awkwardly pulling it back over his torso.

“Well, I should probably go…”

“Wanna go grab lunch?”

They both spoke simultaneously. The air was near palpable with tension as (Y/N) processed what Toshinori had just said.

“I-if you don’t want to that’s-” Toshinori began.

“No, I do!” (Y/N) cut him off. “It’s just…”

“Just what?” He asked, concern overtaking his face.

“N- Nothing.” (Y/N) looked down at the ground, face flushed.

“Then let’s go.” Toshinori smiled as he grabbed her hand, and she let him lead her off towards the cafeteria.

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(Y/N) sat across from Toshinori, trying to avoid all of the stares directed at them as she ate. This whole day was starting to feel like a weird dream. The sports festival itself was crazy, let alone everything else. And now she was in a cheer uniform, on a lunch date with her crush. Can I call this a date? She wondered, but quickly dismissed the thought, reasoning she could call it whatever she saw fit as long as she kept it to herself.

Keeping her cool was pretty difficult for (Y/N) as Toshinori regaled her with the details of the second round. Apparently, they had made the arena into a maze to play some kind of high-risk hide-and-go seek brawler, last 8 standing advanced. Toshinori bragged a bit about being one of the first to advance to the next round (which didn’t make sense since all 8 advanced simultaneously, but (Y/N) decided not to correct him.)

(Y/N) giggled and nodded throughout Toshinori’s retelling, hoping she wasn’t making a fool of herself. Suddenly, the conversation came to an abrupt halt. Oh no! Did I do something wrong?! She panicked, trying to remember the last thing that was said.

Toshinori stared at her a moment longer, then opened his mouth to speak. “Sorry if this is inconsiderate due to the circumstances, but… you look really… nice. Today.” he tugged awkwardly at his collar as he said it, blood rushing to his cheeks..

(Y/N) blushed intensely, turning away to hide her face. They sat in awkward silence for a few moments, taking turns glancing at each other and looking away if they thought they’d been caught. After what felt like ages, Toshinori broke the silence.

“Why don’t we go back to the stadium?” He suggested. “There’s a lot of games and halftime stuff we could do. Y’know. If you want to…”

“Yeah, that sounds great” (Y/N) replied a little too eagerly. Toshinori smiled at her, grabbing her tray along with his own to put in the wash. Once he returned, he offered his hand to her, blushing. (Y/N) flushed and graciously accepted.

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Toshinori lead the way, trying not to glance at the girl to his left. How could he have been so stupid? She was clearly very uncomfortable, and complimenting her like that out of the blue? She probably thought he was hitting on her or something, which wasn’t completely untrue, but that wasn’t the impression he wanted to make. He hoped that maybe if they had enough fun that afternoon it would help mitigate some of the awkwardness of lunch.

Toshinori and (Y/N) winced simultaneously as bright light shone on their faces. They entered the arena and looked around. Music was playing over the loudspeakers, and it looked like all of the students were participating in some kind of group dance while a new game was being set up.

(Y/N)’s eyes lit up. She tugged on Toshinori’s arm a few times to get his attention. When he looked back at her she was bouncing slightly and pointing at the other students.

“Lets go dance!” She said excitedly. She then took off towards the crowd, smiling back at Toshinori before joining the other students in the electric slide. She looked so happy, as if she’d totally forgotten the awkwardness of the day, and what she was wearing. He couldn’t help but think she looked adorable as she danced around, especially in that cheer uniform. Toshinori blushed, then rolled his eyes and joined her.

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The halftime festivities pushed on for another hour or so, but after they finished dancing, the stage was set for a massive game of musical chairs. (Y/N) was quick and stayed in for quite a while, but was eventually out-muscled by the other combatants. It was definitely one of the most violent games of musical chairs she had ever been a part of. Toshinori dropped out when she did, claiming that he needed to save his strength for the next round, though it was clear he was worried that (Y/N) had been hurt.

The next event was an arm wrestling tournament, single elimination. (Y/N) decided to sit this one out. Raw strength wasn’t really her thing. Instead, she watched as Toshinori easily took out one challenger after another until he swept the whole competition. He looked totally in his element, and quite handsome, though she would never admit to thinking that.

The actual UA Sports Festival was set to resume any minute now, and the teachers were clearing the arena. Toshinori sat by (Y/N) in the stands. (Y/N) asked why he wasn’t prepping, but he replied that his match wasn’t until later and he’d rather watch the matches with her. She flushed.

Toshinori subtly placed his hand onto hers, causing her to look in his direction. He smiled at her, holding tighter to her hand. “How can you be so cute?” He asked rhetorically.

(Y/N) looked away. “It’s just the cheer uniform.” She mumble back.

“No, it’s you.” He replied, using his free hand to turn her face back at him. “You are adorable. Not your clothes, you. Your face, your eyes, your smile, just… yo” He paused, as if looking for a new way to say it. “I’m not very good at, you know… talking to girls. Sorry I’m so awkward. But I’ve always kinda liked you…” This time he was the one who looked away.

“Are you serious? After this morning?” She replied incredulously.

“Yeah… why else would I be so competitive with you?” Toshinori replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

(Y/N) scooted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. “You really are clueless.” She sighed, snuggling up to him. “Next time just say so.”

Toshinori recoiled slightly, heart pounding in his chest. “What? Why would I-”

(Y/N) cut him off with a quick peck on the cheek. “Because I really like you.” She nestled into his shoulder, settling in comfortably.

“Hey love birds,” Shouta’s voice pulled them back to reality. He was dragging Hizashi and Nemuri behind him. “Sorry to interrupt, but I found your clothes.”

“Wait, you what?” (Y/N) asked, a bit shocked. Shouta dropped his prisoners and tossed Nemuri’s bag at (Y/N). She caught the bag and opened it, seeing a now clean set of gym clothes. “Really?!” She asked incredulously.

Nemuri attempted to hide her shame behind annoyance. “Well at least I washed them for you.” She retorted, though the annoyance was only half-baked.

“Thanks.” (Y/N) replied, sarcasm dripping from the word. She then turned to Toshinori. “I’m gonna go change. Good luck in your match later, I’ll be rooting for you!” She then turned to leave. Then pause, turning around. “Oh, and thanks for finding my clothes Shouta.” He nodded wordlessly at her, then she turned and left.

She smiled as she clung to her clothes, thinking about her afternoon with Toshinori. She would never admit it, but she was actually grateful to her crazy friends, and their silly prank. If they hadn’t done it, she would never have had her perfect afternoon with Toshinori. What a great day… and great friends.

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Alex Final Wars 2: Dark Alex, Chapter 6 - Second Assault

Sorry it took a while to get this chapter out, I've been focusing on college stuff recently. But, I won't keep you waiting any longer, here's the chapter. ------------------------------------ More US warships and aircraft had arrived near the island of Guam, and they were ready to meet the new Chinese fleet in battle. Alex had the typhoon land and be prepared to take off. It would act as an emergency escape ship in the event friendly forces were overrun. All members of Heroes had been spread out over the island, ready to counter any assault, while US soldiers guarded the typhoon.

Alex, Toothdee, Jack, Skye, and JayJay were currently digging into a defensible position near the beach, ready to counter the Chinese Assault. Sandbags and concrete blocks protected the small dirt trench they were in, looking over the beach. Machine guns and other soldiers were all ready to hold the line.

“I can’t stop thinking about those poor people,” JayJay said, while she and Alex placed sandbags in a wall. “Oh the aircraft carrier, all of them just wiped out”

“I know, this is why we’re heroes, we want to protect people. But it can really break your spirit when you work so hard to protect the innocent, yet fail”

“How are we supposed to deal with it?”

The captain placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes so his words would have more of an effect.

“We keep going. We can’t stop because of one loss. If we stopped every time we failed, we would get nowhere fast. You like helping the oppressed right?”

“Of course!”

“There’s always going to be more people to help. If you failed once, that doesn’t mean you’ll fail again. Keep striving forward towards your goal of helping the oppressed. And we all have each other to lean on for support”

The wolf let the words sink in. It didn't fully heal the pain, but she felt a little bit better.

“Thank you”

“Don’t mention it”

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Sometime later all the defenses were ready, and the soldiers were in battle positions. The Chinese fleet had arrived offshore, being lead by the unknown warship.

“There they are,” Toothdee said, using binoculars to look at the fleet of enemy ships offshore. “And there’s that strange ship”

The weird lead ship did indeed look like the typhoon, except it was bigger, possessed more weapons, and as Retsuko had mentioned earlier, it was all jet black in color, while the normal typhoon was mostly light gray and blue in color.

“What’s the deal with that ship?” JayJay asked, while Alex examined the vessel, which even flew exactly like the typhoon, hovering a bit above the waterline.

“I’m willing to bet money it belongs to our dark counterparts,” Alex said, giving the binoculars to JayJay so she could look closer at the mysterious dark ship.

“Well, time to see how it fairs in battle,” Toothdee said, pointing to approaching US warships.

“You ready for this?” Alex said, to JayJay, knowing the battle was about to start.

“Yes, let’s do this!” the wolf said, fist bumping Alex.

Cannon blasts rang out as the warships began to fire upon each other. The Black typhoon revealed its main gun and promptly fired upon a US destroyer, immediately rendering the vessel useless. The main Chinese and United States fleets then engaged in battle, while Chinese landing craft and helicopters raced towards the shoreline.

“Everyone ready! Here they come!” Jack yelled, getting in a ready position. Anti-aircraft fire destroyed some of the helicopters, but many still reached shore and began wreaking havoc. Meanwhile, the boats landed on the sandy beaches and Chinese soldiers jumped out and started their assault.

The friendly forces on the shore opened fire, downing many Chinese soldiers, but they could not take them all down, and soon the positions where Heroes and US soldiers had dug in were already being overrun.

“Watch it! Grenade!” Toothdee yelled as a metal object landed nearby.

“I’ve got your back!” Alex said picking the grenade up throwing it back towards the Chinese soldiers, where it detonated.

The captain stopped using his rifle to fire at enemies on the beach and switched to his sword so he could cut down Chinese soldiers nearby.

“There’s just too many of them” Skye yelled as she reloaded while taking a quick glance at the sea battle “and our ships aren’t doing too well”

US ships were falling quickly, being pounded by the dark typhoon and the rest of the enemy fleet. In fact, one warship had already been destroyed and was crashing against the beach, actually taking out a few of the Chinese landing craft.

Despite how quickly the beach had been overrun, Alex and his team felt pretty good, they were taking down many Chinese soldiers and it looked like they might hold the trenches. Then suddenly Alex felt someone hit him in the back and kick him to the ground. Turning around, Alex saw his dark counterpart standing there, ready to do battle.

“That's for stabbing me in Chima,” Dark Alex said. “Time to see how skilled you really are”

2 more dark figures appeared, the dark versions of Kion and Jasiri, both dressed in armor that seemed to be heavily battle damaged from previous fights, but still extremely strong.

“Break their lines, and deal with any of his friends,” the Dark character said to his subordinates while gesturing to Alex.

“With pleasure,” The dark version of Jasiri said while taking out her sword. Her weapon was 2 thin blades extending from either end of the handle, with a metal ring also going around the handle, giving the whole weapon the appearance of a long thin line with a metal ring in the center. The hyena pressed a button on the handle and the 2 blades started spinning around the ring, acting as a giant deadly saw that Dark Jasiri promptly used to cut down hostile soldiers.

Dark Kion also preceded to take on US soldiers, but his weapon didn’t look too different from the normal Kion's weapon, apart from being darker and with more battle scars.

“Come on” Dark Alex taunted, taking out his weapon, which was a Chima style sword with a chi energy chainsaw embedded in the hilt, any part of the sword that would be a normal blade was now also a cutting saw.

While standing back up, Alex noticed that his enemy’s sword lacked the chi blaster component of his own, but the energy of the chainsaw and the center of the blade was bright red. The captain knew this meant that his counterpart was using the chi for evil, which should go without saying.

Drawing his own sharpened blade, Alex charged at his enemy, who dodged the strike and attempted a strike of his own but was deflected. The pair’s blades collided together, sending sparks flying. As they fought, Alex realized that it was hard for him to keep up with his counterpart’s attacks, even though he was a master swordsman! Whenever Alex managed to get a chi blaster shot off, the blast would just be deflected by his enemy’s blade.

Dark Alex used a nearby concrete block to leap into the air and perform a powerful downwards strike on his foe, knocking Alex off balance. The evil swordsman then performed another heavy attack, followed up by a kick that pushed Alex to the ground once again. But before Dark Alex could finish off his opponent, a voice sounded out.

“Hey!”

The swordsman turned to his right see JayJay aiming her machine pistol at him. Dark Alex quickly crossed his arms over his chest, and when he did, a beam of energy projected from his gauntlets, forming into a shield around the area in front of his chest

JayJay opened fire, but her bullets hit the energy shield and bounced off, not breaking the barrier.

Alex jumped up off the ground and moved away from his counterpart, who was still standing strong, unfazed by the hail of bullets. Eventually, JayJay ran out of ammo and had to reload, and when she did Dark Alex was able to deactivate his shield.

“Move!” Alex said, taking the wolf by the arm and pulling her away from the crumbling US defense line. The pair linked up with Toothdee, Jack, and Skye, and began retreating back to the Typhoon as artillery bombardments rained down, making the earth shake. Toothdee used her radio to tell everyone to head back to the typhoon, and she was quickly answered by other teammates, who were speaking in tones of disbelief.

Alex spotted a Jeep nearby, having been driven half off the road. Military vehicles didn’t require keys, and the group quickly got inside, with Alex driving. But soon after the Jeep started moving, a Chinese attack helicopter spotted the vehicle and engaged it. Alex swerved to avoid the bullets that struck the road, kicking up small bits of asphalt. Toothdee rooted around in the Jeep and found a small single barrel grenade launcher. But luckily Alex managed to get the Jeep into a nearby tunnel, and the helicopter stopped its chase.

Unfortunately, the aircraft returned again when the Jeep left the tunnel and fired missiles at the vehicle. The Jeep shook and the driver’s side door opened causing Alex to be thrown partly out of the vehicle, his left hand gripping the steering wheel keeping him from falling to the road below. Noting that Alex had a better shot than anyone else, Toothdee handed him the grenade launcher, which Alex grabbed in his one hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel, before aiming at the helicopter and firing. The grenade hit the cockpit and the aircraft went spinning before crashing into a building. The captain quickly pulled himself into the car and regained control of the vehicle, and the team soon arrived at the typhoon.

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US soldiers and the other members of Heroes all boarded the typhoon, while Alex was on the bridge getting ready to take off.

“Everyone’s on board, sir!” The voice of a soldier said via the radio.

“Affirmative” Boehm responded, getting ready to pull the typhoon up off the ground. However once the ship lifted above the local buildings, Alex saw the mysterious black vessel, the Black typhoon, hovering right in front of them, with its massive main cannon ready to fire.

“Alex watch out!” Toothdee yelled, attempting to fire at the vessel with weapons systems.

Thinking quick, Alex gunned the ship’s engines and turned slightly so they wouldn’t hit the enemy vessel. This caused the blast from the black typhoon’s main gun to miss the ship and instead obliterate a building on the ground below. However as the typhoon fled at full speed, it scraped against its dark counterpart, causing damage to both ships.

“They’re turning around!” Toothdee said, noticing the black typhoon preparing another shot. Alex guided the ship into a cloud bank, and moved erratically once inside, trying to avoid being hit. Toothdee activated the ship’s radar jammer and the ship’s cloaking system. An image of the sky around the ship was projected all over the ships retroreflective panels, rendering it invisible. The typhoon fled at full speed, quickly leaving the combat zone and the threat of destruction by the Black typhoon.

Alex sighed and rubbed his head “let’s get to the nearest military base. We can drop off the soldiers and refuel and rearm”

Toothdee nodded and began to plot a course. This was a severe blow to Heroes, although they had held off one Chinese assault, in the end, their dark counterparts arrived and successfully captured Guam, leaving the team with the crushing feeling of defeat. ----------------------------------------------- Well, there you go! another exciting chapter! I hope everyone is enjoying this story! please leave a review, and I'll see all of you later!

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