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Sweet moments

yuuji itadori x reader

Summary: As repayment for the memories that are pure and cannot be tainted, you’ll support him in this game. Later, you’ll worry about everything. Right now, you have a game to watch and a friend who made you feel lighter than a feather in those sweet moments to cheer on. a/n: fluff and angst because of the reader's treatment at school. Kikyo from Inuyasha is mentioned but i dont own that. tw: bullying, sukuna's fingers, teeth, insecurities, if there are more let me know!

The principal sighs at your explanation. He knows how people treat you and has always questioned your home life. But this request you have for an occult club is a little much. How would it look for you? For the school that is only weeks away from the big game? It’s bad enough that the one student who could turn the tide of victory is refusing to join any sport. Soon, the principal will step in and force him too.

Besides, you know this anyway. You are aware of how people view you and the wretched things they say. The way you look, how quiet you are, how you stare at people, etcetera. It’s not new. Their bland thinking has been happening since you started elementary school.

“I know what people will say. But this club I think will help others. Not everyone is fit for sports.” You say the last with disgust. This school has an emphasis on sports. It's a little revolting on how much they prize it.

“There are more clubs than sports, (Y/n).” He places his pen down, away from the form that needs his signature. “What about decorating? I see how your locker looks. I think that club could use some of your creativity!”

“Sir, none of the clubs want me. And being in one is a requirement. I’m not trying to be difficult.” You bluntly state. It’s not false, either. And he knows this. He just wished that it wasn’t. Although he means well right now, you didn’t fail to notice how he jumped when you appeared at his door.

He falls silent for a second. “There has to be at least three people in order for this club to be valid. If you can find others, then I’ll sign.”

“What happens if I don’t?” You tap your feet against the wooden floor and bite your lips. He rubs his balding head and finally says, “Then I’ll assign you to one. One that doesn’t involve a lot of personal interaction.”

You hold in your wince.

“Okay.”

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You look around and try to find people that don’t fit in as much as they want to. A girl in the corner standing with a boy looks at you nervously. She wears a yellow vest and large glasses. The boy is a lot taller than her, you note. The other students ignore them as they pass. Clearly, the girl wishes to be acknowledged as she tries to inject herself in a conversation between two people talking about school dances. Witnessing it is a little awkward and sad.

You get a little closer and hear them talk about the paranormal and questioning old history, giving up on trying to talk to others. They’d be a nice addition to the club. Not only are they talking about topics that the other high schoolers wouldn’t, but you also actually have things like that! They’d have fun in your club.

“Join my club.” They jump a little at your sudden appearance.

“Why?” The girl stutters. She tries to back away but is blocked by the wall. You're nowhere near her enough for her to act like this. “Join.” Is all you say.

If they like spooky things, then they’ll like it too! They nervously nod and jot down their names on the petition in your hands. Suddenly, you feel someone at your side.

A boy with pink hair and an undercut looks down at the petition. “Occult club?”

His question gained a few snickers. Obviously, none are towards the all-star. The strongest, fastest boy here. The embodiment of sunshine and a social butterfly. He irritates you. Of course, you should have expected this.

Distantly, you hear that it’s a club fit for you. That you’re assaulting these people and about how no one in their right mind would want to join. Desperately, you want to believe that their whispers bounce off of you, but you can’t. It still hurts a little and probably always will. How they look at you, poke and tease the littlest things you do, all of it. To this day, you cannot figure out why they have such a problem with you.

“I’ll join!” Yuuji Itadori writes his signature. “Sounds like fun. Do I need to bring anything?”

“No.” You take the paper and head to the principal’s office. “It’s right after school, by the way.”

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You’d be lying if you weren’t a little excited. When you proposed the club, you had already had something with you. One of the ancient fingers that've been in your family for years. Two of the three other people in the club cautiously enter the room. The girl, Setsuko, and the boy, Takeshi, sit down at the table in the chairs farthest from you. “Welcome, you two.”

Setsuko gives a slight wave. “Where’s Itadori?” Takeshi’s head pops up. He has a little sweat at his hairline. “Y-yeah! Where is he, anyway?”

“He’s not here yet. I’ll give him five more minutes until I start and show you guys my surprise.” You can literally hear their gulps. Not even two minutes later of complete silence, Yuuji swings the door open. “I’m here!”

“You broke the door, Yuuji.” You tsk. He gives a slight blush and rubs the back of his neck. “Whoops…”

Takeshi quickly pats next to him and encourages Yuuji to sit there. Yuuji ignores him completely much to his dismay. Then, a voice interrupts. “That’s his first name.” Setsuko says. You nod and say, “I know that.”

“It’s inappropriate to say it if you-”

“I like it! Keep saying it, okay?” Yuuji says. He sits down next to you. “So, what are we doing today?” Takeshi looks a little defeated when Yuuji sits next to you.

“A history lesson and my surprise!” You take out an old book, one that only a select few have, about the legendary Sukuna Ryoumen. “Here’s the thing, there are more than one story of this guy,”

You flip the page to show them a drawing of him. He’s a large figure with multiple limbs and two faces. He sits on a throne that lies on top of several bodies and skeletons. The area has what looks like rib bones over the ceiling and the ground is painted with red. He’s shirtless, showing his broad build and lengthy tattoos. In his upper left hand is a unique staff. Just by the picture he looks brooding and scary. He leans his face on his upper right hand.

“Sukuna is notorious for his hauntings. It only occurs when you have an artifact of it. Like it’s cursed or something.”

“Is the book the…” Takeshi points to it. “No, this is.” You quickly put his finger that is wrapped in a sacred seal on the table. “He is said to have had two arms, legs, and faces. I have several of these fingers. This one in particular,” You turn it around for everyone to see. “Is his pinky on his second right arm.”

Yuuji ohs and ahs, while the others look horrified. “Where did you get it?!”

“I have a lot of stuff like this. Anyway, it’s definitely his. Please sit down so I can tell you two versions of his story.” Takeshi does as you ask him. Setsuko is shaking like a leaf.

“The first is the most common tale or myth. It says Sukuna was the emperor’s enemy and had multiple limbs. A man who fought the government and was hailed a hero. Nowadays, he’s a small deity. But there’s another story, my favorite one.”

You flip to another page that shows his large figure with someone in front of him. In Sukuna’s hands is a bowl with a white layer on top. “Here it says that a girl taught him the ways of harmony and would lure him into it by feeding him. They grew close and a deep friendship blossomed. There are many theories that they were in love. Their connection didn’t last. He became prideful once he realized his strength and threw his weight around. Constantly, she intervened until there was an accident,” They lean in to hear. “He killed her.”

Yuuji’s eyes are wide. “He didn’t like being told what to do. All of her teaching of peace and contentment went out the window when he became obsessed with the abolishment of the government. He was reckless with it. Never caring about the people he dragged in it, the damage and death. So, after an altercation, he killed her. He lost his mind once he saw what he had done and decided to become the monster she feared since there was no anchor for him.”

All three were silent. “How did she die?” Yuuji asks. “There are a lot of theories on it. Some say he hit her, others say he went to fight someone else and she got in the way. But my favorite one is that he bit her throat out. I only say that because of the possibility of him being a cannibal.”

“W-why are you smiling?” You touch your face and realize that you are. “It’s kind of romantic, you know? Death and destruction versus peace and harmony, only for them to inevitably crash. I don’t think one could live without the other and his legend shows that. And the story shows their deep connection. It’s romantic but tragic.

“Anyway, the higher ups thought he was the embodiment of evil. It’s said that there are some major hauntings with his remains! Feel it!” You place it in Setsuko’s hand, causing her to scream. The timer beeps, stopping the noise. Setsuko and Takeshi gather their things and leave. “Okay! When do you want to do this ag-” You finish the last word silently as the door slams. “Um…”

“Tomorrow, same time?” Yuuji smiles. You nod. “Yeah. maybe I shouldn’t have brought him.”

“I liked it. But I would like to see more ghost-y things. But like the way you tell a story is…soothing and…enchanting? I’m not very good with words.”

“It’s okay, I’m not either.” You have a genuine smile on your face. Yuuji’s eyes shine at the sight. "I do hate his name though. In my family, he was thought highly of. Now knowing the other side of him feels different, you know?"

With his addition, you give a breathy chuckle. Him hating Sukuna's name was a bit unexpected. “I have a few more things of his and other haunted stuff. Even a Rubik’s cube that belonged to a possessed girl.”

He laughed, not at you, but your excitement. “How was she possessed?”

“I can’t remember, but apparently she was so possessed that her head spun around 360!”

“Good God.”

“I know, sometimes you gotta call on him. No joke, I would have dropped kicked that little girl.” Once again, Yuuji laughs. It makes you feel so light.

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The next day, you brought the Rubik’s cube and a set of teeth, this time belonging to a priestess that held bitterness. Your backpack also held some of her things, like the dirt from her grave. All of these items held some kind of haunted story and were said to be cursed. You couldn’t wait to show everyone in your club. Maybe after this, you could take them to the sites they were found.

After class, was lunch. You bring out your lunchbox only for the teeth to fall out. Thankfully, they’re in their bag that’s wrapped in sacred seals to hold the spirit in. Someone grabbed it before you could and opened it. The guy, the class president or something, screams bloody murder.

The teacher comes around and demands to know what’s going on. The president tosses the bag at you and some of her teeth come out. “W-what’s this, (L/n)?”

“Her name was Kikyo. I brought her for my club.” Literally, the class freezes and just stares at you. You quickly collect Kikyo and put her back in the bag, lest her spirit comes out. You’d hate for someone to be cursed without the proper seals.

“(L/n), keep your things in there, do you understand?” You don’t like his stern tone and judgmental pointed finger, but you nod, nonetheless. You open your lunch and chew on the apples. There is a deep feeling in the pit of your stomach. Something awful and scary. You can feel their eyes on you, hear their mean words and the disdain they have for you.

Even the teacher is rubbing his face. Still, you eat your apple slices to sound them out. In the corner of your eye, Yuuji sits and glances at you. You have tuned them all out, so you can’t process what’s being said right that second.

"Are you sure you like her? What for?" His friend in front of him asks in a whisper. “I like the way she eats and she has pretty handwriting. And her voice is very soothing, don't you think?"

You didn’t hear it.

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After school, you went to the girl's bathroom and washed your face with cold water. Anything to get rid of the pressure of the tears threatening to come out. At least you have your club. They’ll be excited to see how haunted these things are.

In the rec room, only Yuuji sits. “Uh, they decided to not do it anymore.”

You don’t know why that hurts as much as it does. Is it because you thought for a split second that these people could be your friends? Perhaps they might’ve shared similar interests as you. Maybe, you wouldn’t be so alone.

It’s their choice if they want to stay or not, of course. However, it is how they did it and why. Why couldn’t they tell you personally? Were they that scared? Hopefully, a slim spark of hope, that they were too busy and couldn’t anymore. No hard feelings, no resentment, just busy and they got permission from the principal.

How naive can you get?

“I’m here, though! I’d like to hear about the teeth.” You smile at Yuuji and sit down next to him.

“Okay, her name was Kikyo, a strong but scorned priestess. I found her grave and took some dirt, and I could have sworn I heard her speak. She growled a name that I didn’t know. When I looked it up, it was her lover!”

That day, you gave him her teeth and her grave soil since he liked her story so much. He wants to go to her grave with you soon.

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“But-”

The principal shakes his head. “No buts. You’re bringing body parts to school and God knows what else.”

“They’re haunt-”

“Not to mention that there are only two of you now. Actually, one. Yuuji is now put in an extracurricular activity that suits him.”

You know. Sports. He told you yesterday during your last meeting. He brought you apples and a holy seal he bought from a vendor. You asked why he brought apples and he said it’s because he likes hearing you crunch. You wanted to eat extra loud for him but didn't want to seem desperate or anything, so you didn't.

“This isn’t fair.” You look at the principal defiantly. Before this, you could’ve sworn he sided with you on this. When it comes to sports, everything flies out the window apparently.

“It is. Yuuji Itadori is good for the school. And having literal body parts be in here isn’t allowed. And neither is lying on the form of members.” You sink into your seat. When the two quit, you remembered that you needed at least three members. So, you lied on the check up form and said that they were still a part of it. At the time, you believed it was a harmless lie.

“What about me, though? Where am I supposed to be? I’m a part of the school too.”

He sighs. “I told you an occult club wouldn’t fly well with others. Now, they think you’re a serial killer, (L/n).”

You know. The teeth and the whole Sukuna thing apparently were damning enough. “I’m still a part of the school. You can’t just care about those good at sports, you know.”

“I do care.”

“Then why shut me down?” The principal leans back in his chair. “No one wants to do it with you, (L/n). They don’t want to join.”

At his words, you shed tears.

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“(Y/n)! Wait!” You walk away from Yuuji faster, desperate to get home and into the arms of your loving parents. For them to hold you and tell you that you aren’t scary and weird. That one day you’ll have friends, you won't be lonely forever. There's nothing wrong with you, they'd say. You're beautiful, wonderful, special, and worthy.

“Hey!” He grabs your shoulder. You turn your face away from him, so he doesn’t see you crying. “Hey, hey! Don’t cry, please don’t cry.”

“I’m not!” You wipe your tears with your sleeve, desperate to not let them fall. It’ll be just another thing for someone to talk about. That the serial killer cried and will want vengeance. Actually, you heard someone say that not too long ago.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home.” He places his large hand on your back to soothe you. Repeatedly, you rub your face and insist that you don’t need help and that you’re not crying.

“Alright, if you say so. But I’d feel better if I’d walk with you.” It’s silent for a moment. You peek at him and see his yellow hoodie in his arms. He gently places it on you.

“You don’t have to tell me why you’re not crying. If you ever want to though, I’m listening.”

Finally, the two of you come across your house. Before now, you didn’t think anything of it. Never thought it was creepy or plain, lavish or bland. You never cared since no one ever came around. However, you did notice that people walked a little faster when passing by.

Now, you feel those things. Your house is a little dark and on historic grounds. In the back are old graves that you are sure are haunted. The floors creak something awful and there are no flowers growing anywhere. The property your family owns is very large and hidden. There is so much to explore and to discover, you loved the thought of having your club see the haunted and spooky sites. For them to see the collections your family has and how if they listen close enough, they can hear the voices.

“Thank you for walking me home.” You leave him on the sidewalk, not wanting to hear his critique of your home or your tears.

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The next day, you walk to school with your head down. The only thing that made this school bearable was the club. You have your earbuds in and listen to your favorite music. Suddenly, your left bud was pulled out. You gasp and see Yuuji with it in his hand. “I’ve been calling you.”

You want to ask him why he’s talking to you when there isn’t anything to talk about. Is it your home? You?

“Hey, uh, I was wondering if you could come to practice. To cheer me on?” His hand is at the back of his neck again.

“Why?” Your eyes trail him up and down, waiting for any sign of deceit. “Because…I’d like for you to. You don’t have to! But I’d really like it if you did!”

No one’s invited you to anything before. And Yuuji has always been nice to you. He even walked you home, so, why not? If you feel the least bit out of place, you’ll run for your life. Right now, you just want to enjoy this buzzing, fluttery feeling you have. It may never happen again.

Surprisingly, you were fine. Sitting on the bleachers as Yuuji and his team work out strategies and do laps around the gym. There are a few people observing the team as well. Clearly, most are the significant others of the players.

You see Yuuji constantly make the shot. His teammates are happy, but a little jealous of his athleticism. Yet, Yuuji never rubs it in. All he does after is smile and look at you. Sometimes, you get the feeling he's showing off. Especially after he makes a shot, he makes sure you see it.

There is a strange feeling. One you’ve experienced before somewhat. Years ago, you felt these feelings towards a classmate of yours. Their name is long forgotten but not the excitement and happiness it gave, no matter how faint and brief.

You like him. You like Yuuji Itadori. And with how he’s smiling so widely, you'll entertain the thought of your feelings being mutual. You wish he would smile forever. Is it odd to want that?

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“Are you coming to my game?” He hands you a little baggie of cut green apples. You happily bite into them after noticing that they're in different shapes. Some are stars others are flowers. There are some plain slices too.

His head rests on his hand, waiting for your answer. His practices have been alright so far. Sure, you’re a little awkward but other than that, no one pays attention to you. They’re too busy looking elsewhere that they don’t realize you are there. And seeing Yuuji shine and enjoy himself is…good. The only problem is that he looked a little happier when he was in your club. You want him to be truly happy, joyful, and not feel used and obligated to play sports.

No matter what, you are still suffering from butterflies every time you look at him. There’s no way you’d turn him down. He’s given you so many sweet moments. In a deep part of you, you feel like this is all a joke still. Waiting for the moment when he’ll laugh with his friends. Although it would devastate you, you think that the times you’ve had with him will stay with you as a blessed memory. Taking the lesson with you and letting go. At least, that’s what you want to say.

“Sure.” After you finish chewing, you notice him staring at you. “Yuuji, why do you watch me like that?”

“I like the way you eat. Your crunching is cute for some reason.”

Your face feels warm before you know it. Who would have thought of that weird compliment? “Thank you, Yuuji.”

You only catch a glimpse of his cheeks being red after you happily eat his gift. You think he might have cut the cute shapes himself.

After school, you get ready for the game. The Tokyo school is going against its sister school in Kyoto. Apparently, t hey have a fierce basketball team, with the majority of the weight falling on one player that Yuuji didn’t tell you the name of. Apparently, he’s fierce and as strong as Yuuji. Menacing, clever, and scary, the opposite of Yuuji's personality.

You close the locker door and make sure to lock it back up. The halls are emptying towards the game. It was held in the Tokyo school because it has a larger gym with sturdier baskets. At least that’s what you understood. You could listen to Yuuji talk about anything, and you do, but he loses you when it comes to sports. Nevertheless, you let him talk your ear off.

Suddenly, right as you turn a corner, you run into a large body. You rub your nose and look up. You gasp at who it is. He looks exactly like Yuuji. He’s tall, broad, but has tattoos and a dark aura. “Sorry.”

He raises his eyebrow and looks you up and down. His brows are furrowed, and he cocks his head. “Huh, you know Yuuji Itadori?”

You slowly nod yes. You don’t like how his mouth is curving upward to a suspicious smirk. “Hm, you are cute.” He traces your jaw with his finger. This is the first time anyone’s ever said that.

Disrupting the moment, is Yuuji. His eyes flick back and forth between you and his doppelganger. “Ryoumen…”

“Aye! We’re brothers, Yuuji. Call me Sukuna.” You look taken back for a second. “S-Sukuna? Your name is Sukuna?”

“See? Be like pretty face over here.” You feel like you're going to burst. No one other than your parents call you pretty. No one thinks so highly of you. Yuuji likes the way you eat and your handwriting, but he’s never said something like this.

“(Y/n), his name is Ryoumen, not Sukuna.” You’re taken back by the stern tone in his voice. You say nothing as the two guys glare at each other. Whatever happened between them, must be serious. They look so much alike, but their personalities cannot be any more different.

In the very short time you’ve known him, Sukuna seems brash and aggressive whereas Yuuji is gentle, soft and kind. It kind of fits his name because of his namesake. Sukuna Ryoumen. You wonder how he got the name and if his last name is really Itadori.

Sukuna sighs at Yuuji’s behavior. He turns to you and has a soft smile on his face. It doesn’t look devious at all. In fact, it’s Yuuji’s smile when you’re talking. It’s almost the same soft expression Yuuji gives. Now, his brother sports the same one.

“Meet with me after the game. I’d like to talk to you more. You are (Y/n), right?” You nod. "Figured as much. Yuuji talks about you all the time."

Yuuji’s face turns red and his eyes are wide. “S-Sukuna!”

“Ah, all it takes is you, huh? In that case,” Sukuna holds you by your chin. “I should stick around, then.”

“Sukuna, leave her alone.” You are literally standing there in the middle of this family drama with no clue what’s going on or what the goal is.

“How about this. If I win, you and I’ll go get a bite. If Yuuji wins, well, that won’t happen.”

Sukuna shrugs and doesn’t even look his brother’s way. Yuuji is becoming even more infuriated as Sukuna continues to touch your face then moves onto your hair. “G et away from her.”

Yuuji grabs your hand and leads you away. “Don’t I get a say?”

He isn’t listening to you. He’s fuming, steam practically coming out of his ears. “Stay away from him, okay?”

You scoff, though secretly loving this whole thing. It’s wrong and inappropriate but you do. It feels like your parent’s romance novels where the two love interests are fighting for the girl’s hand.

“He seems nice, Yuuji.” He stops, picks you up and sets you down on the nearest table, placed there to rearrange a classroom. You gasped as he sets you down. He's never done that before. “Look, he’s an asshole who’s only doing this to get under my skin. He’s bad news!”

“So, someone for once kind of likes me and you’re telling me it’s a fluke?” It stings a little. Yuuji grabs your shoulders. “No. It’s not like that. He doesn’t like you. He’s just playing with you! You’ll get hurt!”

“Am I not likable enough for him to be into me?”

He groans and lets go. “It’s not that-”

“I get that you are. Everyone does. Even I like you. Like, a lot. But are you saying this to get back at him for God knows what?” You missed what you said. It finally dawns on you, repeating over and over again.

I like you.

“Is this a joke?” Yuuji looks at you so curiously, too. Why would he think you’d joke about this? Why the hell did you say it?

He bites his lip a couple of times and lightly kicks the ground. He doesn’t look you in the face. “I-in what way? Because I-”

You don’t stay to listen. As you’re speechless, you wanted to tell him that you only like him, so, so much. That you’re only flattered with Sukuna. The reason why you’re offended is because he’s popping a bubble.

“H-hey!” You feel his hand on your wrist, trying to get you to stay. He thinks you’re joking. How is this a joke? You curse yourself and your stupidity.

There’s no reason to leave when it can be talked through. Damn, lie to him! Say you meant it as a friend, if you are chicken. Stand in front of him and demand why he thinks it’s a joke. Why is your stupid heart clenching and racing? Why do your eyes water? Again.

No, it’s lame to play dumb. The light feeling you had around Yuuji is slowly breaking away. Stupidly, you ran away when you could have covered it. Then, maybe it wouldn't hurt so bad and be so scary.

He’s like the sun. Bright, shining and happy. Whereas you are more like a worm or something. Being around him, before he thought you were joking when you were a fucking idiot for letting it slip, was warm. Almost as if you had discovered that someone was happy you were even there.

As you run away, you spot Sukuna with his teammates, laughing. The familiar feeling of dread creeps on you. Its heaviness is what you are afraid of and yet was waiting for.

His teammate, number five, stares at you and laughs heartily. Then, the rest follow. You don’t know why you even bother to look at Sukuna’s reaction. Hoping he’d intervene, that what your gut was telling you was a lie. That his teammates are just assholes and he isn’t in on it. That maybe it isn't what it looks like.

Never in your life have you seen such a wicked smile. Yuuji catches up to you and sees what’s taking place. Not being able to bear it, you leave again this time you don’t even try to stop the tears. You just met Ryoumen and was only flattered by him. No one likes to be the brunt of jokes, especially when the joker looks like Yuuji.

“You bastard!” Distantly, Yuuji yells.

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It’s time for the game now. Because of what happened, you feel the urge to leave. There’s no reason for you to stay here, right? You rub your eyes harshly. You've cried so much lately, it's pathetic. Usually, you aren't this emotional and are able to shut down. These new blossoming feelings have been throwing you in for a loop.

“Why do I feel this way? Why’d I run…”

No, you know why you felt that way with Sukuna and Yuuji. It’s because for the first time in your life, you felt pretty and desirable. Two beautiful guys who’re built like Greek gods paid attention to you. From the books that you read, or the tales told, you felt unique in a good way.

Ryoumen and Itadori’s turbulent relationship started way before you came into the picture. You’re a toy to them and your feelings are a joke. Before this, you basked in the hope that you were worth something. And now, Ryoumen and his whole team laughed at you, said God knows what about you, and Yuuji, of all people, thought your feelings toward him were a joke.

It’s stupid. So, so, stupid. Here you are being dramatic and have wobbly lips when you should be used to something like this. You slap your cheeks a little and stand up, wiping your clothes from the dirt you were sitting on. This whole thing is going to blow up in your face. Here you are going inside to see the game and support the boy you like, even though it hurts. It hurts to see him and Ryoumen, when all you can do is think of the laughter. Hear the shattering of your self esteem that was being built. Ryoumen made you feel pretty, and Yuuji made you feel worth it.

You take a deep breath and remember those days. How he cut apples for you, listened to all of your stories and was interested in the same things. Yuuji never laughed at you and didn't make you feel less than, back then. Though he thought you were joking, seeing him play and be happy is worth it for a while. As a repayment for the memories that are pure and cannot be tainted, you’ll support him in this game. Later, you’ll worry about everything. Right now, you have a game to watch and a friend who made you feel lighter than a feather in those sweet moments to cheer on.

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You stand in the back beside the bleachers. You’re hidden from the majority, but the players can see you and vice versa. The two teams are completely brutal. The game is going by fast and hard. The cheerleaders are getting distracted by the intensity until finally they give up and just watch as the two main players duke it out. Yuuji and Ryoumen are vicious towards each other. The rest of the teammates are dull in comparison. The brothers are faster, stronger, and more tactical when it comes to the sport. The coaches try to reign them in with no avail.

Suddenly, Ryoumen makes eye contact with you. His eyes gleam with something suspicious, something devious. He’s proven to be callous, shady and cruel, already.

Yuuji follows his brother’s eyes. His brown eyes widen in surprise and then they give a sharp glare to his brother. His lips are moving, saying something out of your earshot. You notice a few people in the stand look surprised as well, whispering to themselves and each other.

Then, the game goes to a whole new level. The referee is having trouble keeping up. The teammates are all but falling back. Some help them out, proving to be somewhat useful. Though, they are nothing compared to the brothers. There’s elbowing, slam dunks, and alarming speed. The referee calls them out several times because of their behavior, and yet, they don't stop.

Captivated by the game, you step forward. There’s shouting in anger and cheering. There’s so much noise. Because of that, you can’t hear what Ryoumen said to Yuuji again. He’s been talking to Yuuji for a while now. Their conversation isn’t friendly and probably shouldn’t be in front of everybody. Not when blood is trickling out of Ryoumen’s nose and blood from Yuuji’s lips.

Why isn’t anyone stopping them? The referee won’t go near them and neither will the coaches. They need to be separated! Or maybe go on the football field or boxing ring. Either one will do. This is way too aggressive and violent for basketball. Isn’t the point of the game to throw a ball in a basket? So what the hell is this?

Finally, as both teams are tied, it’s now or never. The game can go either way. The seconds on the clock tick way too slow. Ryoumen’s dribbles are creative and his moves with finesse. You and everyone could have sworn it was over for Yuuji when Ryoumen was close to Yuuji’s basket, just mere feet away.

Yuuji appeared in front of his brother. He fakes his right hand and Ryoumen, going by Yuuji’s movements, swerves it. Suddenly, like he teleported, Yuuji has the ball, taken from behind.

It’s amazing, fantastic, even. Yuuji jumps from so far away, and so high. Ryoumen has no time to react when his brother slam dunks it, taking the hoop with him to the ground. The buzzer rings, signaling your school’s, no, Yuuji’s, win.

For the first time, you scream in delight, jumping up and down. He won! He beat Ryoumen and all of them!

His teammates crowd him and lift him up. You remain in the background and still are proud and happy for him. Ryoumen spits and gives a look so menacing it has you worried. Yet, Yuuji laughs it off. Almost as if a weight has been lifted off of him. It’s interesting to see their dynamic. It just sucks that you were caught in the middle.

Just as you turn to leave, Yuuji calls out your name. Immediately you freeze at his voice. Your old worries are back and no longer are you joyful. If only you could push it down forever. Or get it out and never pick it up again. If only Yuuji were as honest as he looked.

No, get them out. That terrible little voice that has been built up for years due to your treatment. Push it away from Yuuji and face him. He isn’t Sukuna. He isn’t the people that made fun of you and avoided you. He’s the sun that shined on you. Even if it was for a sweet, sweet moment.

You face him, ready for you to be made into a joke just as his brother and the rest of the school had done. As if a song had played smoothly, and slowly, Yuuji grabs your hands in his. His lips are still bleeding and he’s covered in sweat.

“I won, (Y/n).” His sunny rays are beaming at you when he smiles. “I saw. You did pretty good.”

“I wanted to win for you. Are you happy?” Yes, yes you are. There’s pressure behind your eyes again. “Yes, you made me happy.”

He smiles wider then stops. He rubs underneath your eye. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Yes.”

“I like you too.” There’s a soft pink tint to his cheeks. His brown eyes are so warm and honest. In the time you’ve known him, you have realized he can’t lie to save his soul. So, is this real? The boy you are familiar with, that you have feelings for, says he likes you too.

You take the leap.

“I’m happy that you do, Yuuji.” His teammates and friends say nothing. There’s no snickers or whispers. No malicious smiles or anything. He leans in for a moment then stops. “I would kiss you but my lips are bloody.”

You chuckle and tell him thanks. That wouldn’t be a good first kiss, you think. “What do we do now?”

He decided not to kiss you, but to hug you instead. Yuuji’s a good hugger.

#yuuji itadori #yuuji itadori x reader #itadori yuji x reader #itadori yuuji #jjk fanfic #jjk #fluff and angst #sukuna #q #oof idk how this is whoopsie

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i loved your chrollo fic!! please write more of him🙏🙏

trust me, he's got me too much in a chokehold not to. Thanks for the message!!

#my first one aww #asks #but seriously tho him feitan and now levi have got me good #i didn't see it coming either

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Chapter Contents

(Arranged Marriage Fic) Read on AO3

RATED E

CONTAINS: Satoru x submissive virgin, Satoru x fem oc, married couple, wife receiving.

WARNINGS: smut, groping, fingering, dirty talk, oral, raw sex, consummation, blood, first time, crying, screaming, fluff, cute couple shit, love confessions, all the usual fixings.

For the next few days Hannah was patient. She did not jump at the first opportunity, choosing to set her plan in motion when Makoto was away visiting family. The housekeeper would be gone a week, leaving her and Satoru alone in the house. Just the two of them. No one else.

The clock on her dresser struck six o’clock. They had just eaten dinner - leftovers from last night - and allotted themselves some free time before bed. Hannah made all the necessary preparations; bathed, brushed her teeth, shaved her legs. She wanted this evening to be perfect. Perfect for him.

Now cleaned and freshened up, she walked into her closet where her wedding attire hung and lifted the first notch off her ikō, mindful not to let the rest of the rack topple over as there was little else keeping it together. She tilted the notch to one side. The uchikake slid out with ease and tumbled to the floor. The October sun had already set. Only a small paper lantern burned in the closet, capturing the silver threads and lilac wisteria in its light. The little wife gathered the precious garment in her arms and prayed for guidance.

She would wait another hour, but no more.

The hour had passed. Hannah stood outside his bedroom in the hallway. She was accustomed to them sleeping in her room, but that was about to change.

Mustering the courage, her knuckles rapped twice on his door.

“Satoru?” she squeaked.

Nothing at first.

Then the sound of shuffling footsteps.

The door slid open.

Satoru popped out, wearing matching grey sweatpants and tee, readers poised on the bridge of his nose. He must’ve been in the middle of reading something. His mouth stretched into a yawn.

“Hey you, I was just about to head over. Ready for bed?”

Hannah did not answer and looked down at the floor, blushing like mad. “N-not exactly.”

The confusion was apparent on his face. He didn’t understand. It was late. Why wasn’t she ready for bedtime? But it didn’t take long for him to realize what she was wearing. Or rather, what she wasn’t wearing. His Six Eyes saw right through the wedding kimono like crystal clear water.

Oh.

Feeling there was no time to waste, Hannah started to unloop the kimono, freeing the double knots she so expertly tied and untied a million times from poor nerves. Her hands shook feverishly. But just as the second tie came undone, she felt callused fingertips covet her own, halting their ministrations. She looked up to see pools of turquoise blue boring into her.

“We don’t have to do this, Hannah?” One hand moved to cradle the small of her back, holding her close. “There’s no rush.”

Hannah felt the urge to cry, but tried suppressing it. “Oh, I think we’ve danced around the subject long enough.” She smiled despite the emotion threatening to spill over. “Because you see, my darling, I’ve been a fool. A bloody, stupid fool.”

“A fool?” He stepped in to gingerly cup her face. “What makes you say that?”

The tears came freely. Hannah stared directly into his eyes; hazel colliding with blue, and did not mince words, voice carrying a shred of vulnerability.

“I love you, Gojō Satoru,” she said. “I was a fool not to see it sooner, but I’m willing to make it up to you. If you’ll have me.”

The Six Eyes wilder pressed a thumb to her lips, holding her into silence. Like the striking of a match, the smoldering of a flame, something awakened in his eyes she could not pinpoint, a light that could not be extinguished. Saying nothing, he wiped away her tears and lowered his hands to the drawstring of her kimono, whispering in an almost childlike voice. “May I?”

Obedient, Hannah let her hands fall to her sides as he tugged the knot, unraveling the uchikake he had gifted her from its silken chrysalis.

The wedding kimono dropped to the floor.

Hannah stood before him, naked as the day she was born. Like a sculptor assessing his fine handiwork, Satoru gave himself a moment of pause, eyes sloping over her breasts, nipples puckering from the sudden chill, nice and pink, the ones he’d been lusting after since he first saw her singing in the bath. His hands lifted to cup the supple mounds for himself, but not before he glanced to his wife for silent permission. Hannah gave a singular nod and gasped as one warm palm slipped underneath, gently bouncing the flesh up and down repeatedly, circling the pink bud with a calloused thumb. She was the perfect size, not too big, not too small. Exactly how he liked it, and his training regimen had worked wonders; His wife wasn’t a scrawny twig anymore. There was meat on them bones.

A beating pulse began throbbing between his legs the more he weighed her, stared at her. “Holy shit, Hannah, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to…,” he lost his train of thought, coveting her other breast. “So beautiful.”

His fingers were positively electric, sending prickles down her spine, massaging both breasts in a manner she hadn’t considered. Whenever she happened to touch herself running a rag in the wash or dressing into a bra such touches elicited no effect, but the fact these were his hands made all the difference. She liked it. It felt good.

It felt right.

Finishing his assessment, Satoru relinquished his hold. Callused hands sought hers and gently pulled her towards his bed, turquoise blue eyes filled with insatiable desire. He sat her down along the edge and backed away.

He lifted his shirt.

Loosened the drawstring of his sweatpants.

Hooked the elastic of his boxers.

And as he removed the last article of clothing, Hannah turned to look away, retaining those last vestiges of innocence, but Satoru denied her.

“Hannah.” He said it softly like a reprimand. “Look at me.”

She drew a shaky breath and slowly inclined her head, forcing herself to see.

Her lips parted.

Hannah had studied the male anatomy in biology books, seen Michelangelo's David up close during a pilgrimage to Florence, but Satoru standing before her in all his glory stole her breath away. He was truly a sight. A living monument of corded muscle and chiseled abs and years of discipline combined with blood, sweat, and tears. Everything about him was a masterpiece. From the definition of his arms to the carved ridge of his v, prompting her gaze to wander to their joined axis.

Her eyes widened.

He’s big, she noted. Bigger than the average male, already red and very erect, muscles relaxing so blood could pour into the corpora and harden the spongy tissue inside. Hannah knew at this stage his heart rate had elevated significantly nor could he feel the sticky precum oozing out his penis. His balls had swelled to twice their normal size, brewing millions of tiny sperm preparing to travel through the ejaculatory duct, whereby they would mix with seminal fluids from the prostate and exit out his urethra in search of an egg during climax. (That was the clinical side of it, anyway). Where things got tricky depended on what followed afterwards because —

“We can’t use condoms,” she blurted, clasping her mouth, swallowing as she watched a dribble of precum drip to the floor.

If Satoru’s cock wasn’t throbbing so badly like a stallion cooped in a barn full of mares, he would've voiced his opposition. It’s not that they “can’t” use condoms. No, no, no. It’s that they “wouldn’t.”

Vaguely curious on what to expect, Satoru had skimmed the Church’s stance on marriage and sex, Pope John Paul II’s Theology of the Body, and why most forms of contraception were frowned upon, excluding NFP. While he saw the logic, he vehemently opposed the conclusions. Contraception and birth control had lifted millions out of poverty, gave women the freedom to work and make their own choices. To think otherwise was outdated as it was regressive. Perhaps a small, minute part of him believed Hannah would rebel against her religious views, but alas. They were going oh naturale whether he liked it or not, and if she fell pregnant, so be it. He was in no position to argue.

Satoru steadied himself.

“I’m gonna open you up first, alright?”

Hannah gave a nervous nod. “O-Okay.”

“If you want me to stop for any reason, let me know.”

She nodded again.

Satoru cradled her chin, eyes serious. “I mean it, Hannah,” he said, smoothing her cheeks with his thumbs. “I can get a little carried away sometimes. If there’s anything I do wrong, tell me.”

She held his steady gaze and folded her hands over his. “I trust you.”

Satoru pressed his forehead to hers and splayed his hand over her stomach. She shivered as he gently pushed her down on the bed, taking ownership of her hips, and settling himself between her thighs.

At once, his touch went from languid to worshipful, breath hovering over her chest like warm vapor, encouraging the shy nipple to respond accordingly and relax. With lustful ardor, his mouth overtook it, sucking and pulling on the pink bud, while using his left hand to fondle the other breast. She could feel his hardness rub against her stomach, hearing him moan in pleasure. Hannah was beyond starstruck. Never had she experienced anything like this before. The swirling of his tongue combined with his thumb tracing around her nipple had her pressing her head to the mattress.

In time, his hand gravitated towards the warm cove of her thighs, slowly prying the legs open more to untangle the dark web of curls, gently combing the hair. Hannah felt the need to hide her face, embarrassed that he wanted to touch her there; the one area she hadn’t shaved. A dark chuckle roiled from him.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he teased, wringing the curls. “You know how much I like playing with your hair,” his hand started to dip further inwards, “Unless…there’s something else you think I should play with.” A violent shudder became her as his fingers teetered closer and closer to the tender swell underneath. “Let’s have a feel, shall we?”

Before she could think, two of Satoru’s fingers slipped inside, curling ever so slightly to imitate what he was about to do with a different body part. Hannah shut her eyes, struggling to find breath as Satoru toyed and teased and smarted. He added a third finger and soon Hannah could feel his entire hand caressing her arousal, thumb and pinkie stroking the folds in slow, deliberate circles, while his three remaining fingers plunged in and out of her continually, pleasuring her as best he could till the flesh grew achingly sensitive. Hannah let out a pitiful whimper, rocking her hips to match his “come hither” rhythm in the hopes it would help alleviate the budding tension collecting at her navel.

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. Small trembles ran through her as he went deeper, her little moaning pants mingling with the slick sounds of him stroking for her most sensitive spot.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he purred, feeling her clamp tighter and tighter around his fingers. He dipped his head in the crook of her neck, pressing soft kisses to the skin just below her ear. “Don’t fight it now…Ah, you’re going to cum any second…Yes, I can feel you cumming…my Hannah…my Hannah…my Hannah...”

An all consuming heat suddenly surged through Hannah’s body; her head, her breasts, her stomach, pooling down between her hips until she felt her entrance hold and release around his fingers like a heartbeat. A rush of moisture came to the forefront, coating the invasive digits in fresh wetness. After digging a little more, Satoru withdrew the soiled fingers and eagerly brought them to his nose. He closed his eyes and inhaled, cock panging for her in earnest. He welcomed the flood of endorphins to invade his brain and he licked each finger dry. Her very first orgasm was his for the taking, and it smelled and tasted better than anything he could’ve imagined. He wanted, no, needed more.

A feral look possessed him. Satoru knelt at the foot of the bed and propped her legs over his shoulders, leaving them to dangle like streamers, and before Hannah realized what was going on, his craven tongue was gliding along the wet folds of her pussy, licking the rims clean and stroking his way to the juicy center as though savoring a melted treat. Overwhelmed, Hannah’s soft whimpers turned to moans. “Satoru,” she called out and tried clamping her legs together when she started orgasming a second time. His wicked tongue plunged deeper. “Satoru!!” she cried louder, but Satoru had spread her hips wide apart, listening to his name being repeated over and over again as she came inside his mouth. So many wonderful, delicious sounds, envisioning her flushed cheeks, parted lips, and heavy-lidded eyes lashes. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to wring as many orgasms out of her like this as humanly possible.

Below, his cock was screaming for release. Satoru groped the hardened juncture below in an effort to appease it, stroking once, twice, feeling very tempted to throw in the towel and go all in. It ached like a motherfucker, but he had to pull away.

Although, he underestimated Hannah’s pleasure in this. Not wanting it to end, her hands clamored for his mouth to return, but Satoru quickly seized them. “No, sweetheart, no.” He kissed her knuckles. “If I keep doing that, I won’t last much longer.”

Her next words were dangerous.

“Then don’t,” she whimpered, practically begging. “I don’t want you to last.”

He tucked a trestle of auburn behind her ear. “Are you sure, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” came her delirious response. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.”

Regaining his balance, Satoru lifted her hips and properly angled himself.

Thanks to their warm-up, he slid inside her without much resistance, cock warm and heavy, stretching the virgin skin to accommodate its larger girth, yet the sensation was so intense and unyielding Hannah clenched without giving it a second thought. No, this was nothing like his fingers, nor his tongue. She felt her privates were on fire, as though his hardness was made of fiberglass, penetrating deeper and deeper until her walls thinned out and split open. Something tore. She smelled blood.

“Satoru,” she cried, gritting her teeth as tears watered her eyes. “It’s…Oh, God.”

“Breathe, Hannah,” he panted the deeper he went. “I broke your hymen. You’re alright, just breathe for me, sweetheart.”

“It hurts.”

“I know, baby, but breathing helps. Breathe, Hannah.” He watched her choke on an inhale and release a long, staggered breath. “Good girl, just like that.” She didn’t tell him to stop, so he pushed in a little more, her wet pussy squeezing around him. Fuck, she was tight. By far the tightest he’d ever had and the feeling was indescribable, her walls hugging him in all the right places, hitting the bulbous gland at the tip of his penis at just the right — Oh yeah. That’s the spot. This was Satoru’s first time with a virgin and in a daze he almost forgot himself, swearing never to use condoms again. Nuh-uh, nope, not when she felt like this. Not when she made him feel bigger, fuller even.

Meanwhile, Hannah clutched onto him for dear life, nails digging into his shoulder blades like mountain hooks. “Move,” she begged the deeper he went. “Satoru, please move.”

Satoru fortressed his arms around her, “Give me a minute, baby,” he huffed, voice velvet soft. “I’m almost there,” and with one final nudge his penis went as far as it would go, kissing the entrance of her womb.

Hannah grabbed a fistful of sheets, her throat so clenched she could barely form the words, “Satoru…please.”

Knowing she was having a rough go, Satoru eased his hips and did a little shimmy, making the intrusion more bearable. Hannah’s breathing steadied. He reached up and cupped her teary-eyed face, wanting one final look at her before they took the plunge. Although, in many ways they already had. His knees quivered from restraint.

“I’ll start slow,” he hushed, stroking her burning cheeks lovingly.

Hannah managed another nod and hooked her arms around his neck.

“You ready?”

“Hmhm,” she grimaced.

And so it began.

As promised, he set a maddeningly slow pace for her at first, gently tilting to a new spot each time he entered, allowing his cock to explore every inch of her sex with undiluted pleasure. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he praised between thrusts. “Aah, so good.” Tears flowed freely down Hannah’s cheeks with every torturous roll of his hips, every sharp gasp, every languid moan and sweet encouragement pouring out his mouth; fiberglass, heat, fire. She felt she would melt. It was too much.

Somewhere amidst their rigor, she managed to recapture his lips in a needy kiss, holding down her muffled cries and wrapped her legs around his torso, smooshing their bellies together. It helped. The pain eased a little the more he gyrated. She forgot the stench of blood. Panting for breath, Hannah broke from the kiss and pressed her head to the mattress as his large calloused hands resumed fondling her now very sore and tender breasts, giving her focus to the sound of their bodies slapping hard against each other, growing louder and faster the more they went at it.

She felt the muscles hook around her navel once more. The peaks of her nipples tightened and her core began pounding harder than ever before. A thousand tiny dots obscured her vision, along with a faint ringing developing in her ears. Her mouth went slack. Sensing she was close, Satoru grunted and took the opportunity to lower his hand, using his thumb and index to stroke the wings of her clit, causing the edges of her vision to turn stark-white. Then he rammed upwards as far as he could and somewhere in the back of her mind Hannah knew she was belting his name, screaming it loud for all to hear, but she didn’t care and neither did he. Their bodies were functioning on autopilot, grinding aggressively back and forth in fine, strobic movements. Lost to both pain and pleasure.

Their lovemaking reached its acme when a resounding groan, deep and guttural, coursed through Satoru’s throat like a low keening. Hannah felt his groin expand within her, the surmounting pressure bringing him past the point of no return, fully opening him up. There was no stopping it now. Faster and faster he bucked, spinal reflexes working full throttle, and within seconds Hannah felt something warm and sticky gush between her thighs. She heard a noticeable squelch as six months worth of abstinence and desperate longing came channeling out in heavy intervals; one, two, three, four…her insides were like liquid. Meanwhile, Satoru closed his eyes and snapped back his head, moaning loudly with every newfound release. Hannah’s own eyes lulled as yet a new orgasm engulfed her senses, his warm seed spilling into her like rainwater to the parched ground. Their fingers found each other, weaving into place. So this was what it was like when a man came inside you, she thought. It was the most incredible she felt in ages, if not, ever. Her toes and fingers tingled. Was she floating?

It was over as soon as it began. Satoru needed a good minute to expel himself, humping a few extra times to make sure he had finished, wanting her to have every last drop. He raised his head to catch his breath, ignoring how sensitive his genitals felt inside her.

Caught in a state of bliss, turquoise blue and moss brown stared into each other for a blissful moment, both disoriented. Satoru watched new tears stream down his wife’s cheeks as she began to sob, overcome with joy and euphoria. They’d done it. They’d really done it. The amber glow of the lights made her skin look radiant. She was his sun, his obsession, his hana. They’re would be no one else.

He wiped away her happy tears and sought her hand, wedding rings glistening from an oath fulfilled, skin-warmed and gold.

“Daisuki, Satoru,” he heard her sigh contentedly in the lantern glow.

Having yet to pull out, he hunched himself over so their foreheads could touch. “Not as much as I love you,” he replied in English and sealed her lips in a final kiss, cradling her in his arms as he positioned their bodies to lay beside each other on the bed, still conjoined.

If only they could remain like that forever. Never to be parted.

His wife.

Her husband.

One flesh.

At long last.

#i need to catch up so bad #gojo satoru x reader #q

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Boy on the throne

gangster sukuna x reader

Chapter One

Summary:

I told you before, didn’t I?” An intense feeling of dread enters the room. Your heart is beating furiously. All you wanted was to watch Shrek, not see this. Not see this dim room with a weeping man on the floor and two of Sukuna’s men behind him.

“I don’t give second chances.”

a/n: A oneshot follow up! btw, what would you do or think? Do you agree with the MC? tw: death, torture (?), fear, depression (?), if anything else let me know!

You do one last swipe of the red polish on your toe. Lately, you’ve been trying to perfect your nail polish skills. It's not like you have much to do lately anyways. You groan as a little bit gets past your nail and onto your skin. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door of your bedroom.

“Come in!”

Your little sister enters with stride. There’s a big smile on her dimpled face. She sports the new colorful dress she just got and has been showing it off. Ever since you’ve been under Sukuna’s protection, the two of you have been lavished with gifts and luxury. Clothes that are the latest trend, jewelry that fits your tastes and then some, and of course, all of the art supplies that you can think of. The only problem? No one is biting for your art.

Once again, you’ve been completely blacklisted. Not only that, but you rarely see Sukuna anyway. He always sends his lackeys to get you things or watch you. How many times did you suddenly turn around and see some guy making extreme eye contact with you. It’s unnerving and just…you can’t put your finger on it. What was the point of all of this?

You care about Sukuna; you appreciate what he’s done and continues to do. But this feeling won’t go away. Are you unhappy and are missing the boy in your art? You hope it’s not you believing that Sukuna, the boy that graced your canvas at any given moment, is gone. He’s not! You wake up and see him sometimes. His kisses are gentle and passionate. A testament of love that is still so foreign.

“I want a movie.”

You sigh and get off the bed awkwardly. Walking, you have your toes lifted up so nothing smudges. “Go to the room, I'll be there in a second.”

“You don’t know what I want to watch!” You turn around to see the little hands on her hips.

“Yes I do, trust me.” She looks at you suspiciously. “Alright...”

She squints their eyes and walks away slowly. You push her along. “Goofy.”

You sigh and look around for Shrek. It seems to be the current favorite in the house. Opening the case, you don’t find the disc. Well, you’re sure it’s streaming somewhere.

“Crap…” Now you remember why you bought a CD. It’s because you couldn’t find it anywhere, surprisingly. “That’s fine, I’ll just ask him.”

If anyone can find anything, it’s Sukuna. He’s got the nose of a bloodhound.

You sneak past your sibling who has their arms crossed, impatiently waiting. If you don’t hurry, you’ll never hear the end of it. You exit and go to the floor that you could have sworn you heard Sukuna mention today. It’s that floor. The floor you’re not allowed in at all. It’s his workspace, his domain, he says. It’s not something for you to worry about. Well, surely he can stop doing some papers or something for a second to help you.

You don’t see anyone in the hallway. As you approach the door, you get a heavy feeling. Like something trying to weigh your feet down so you don’t move another inch. You want to turn away and run like a rabbit before it’s too late. To run for your life and pretend you were never there, just like he said to.

No, it’s fine. It’s just paperwork, you repeat.

Without knocking, you open the door slightly to see someone on their knees in front of your boy. The guy looks so familiar to you. He has grey hair that is sectioned with rubber bands at the end. You spot the faint scars and what looks like staples on his wrists.

Sukuna sits on a chair that can’t be called anything less than a throne. It’s antique looking, grim and built with stones. He has his head in his hand and a devilish smirk on his face. One that you haven’t witnessed before.

“I told you before, didn’t I?” An intense feeling of dread enters the room. Your heart is beating furiously. All you wanted was to watch Shrek, not see this. Not see this dim room with a weeping man on the floor and two of Sukuna’s men behind him.

“I don’t give second chances.” The man is dragged closer to him. No longer around the two other men, he desperately looks around and avoids Sukuna’s stare. The knife Sukuna was playing with slices the man’s chest so hard, he flies back. Blood pours out of the wound. You’ve never seen Sukuna’s strength like this. He’s lifted things for you but to be able to send a man flying with a flick of his wrist is crazy.

“Know your place, fool.”

Sukuna waves two fingers and the other men pounce on the injured. You hear screams that will never leave your ears.

I don’t give second chances.

Which one are you on now? Everything in you is telling you to run. But, if it were you, wouldn’t you want someone to save you? To at least attempt to? Shit, you don’t know what to do. How to even save this person. Call out Sukuna’s name and pray he’d tell everyone to stop isn’t possible. Since he doesn’t give second chances.

Suddenly, there’s a face in front of you. At the sudden appearance, you shriek and run. The elevator can’t come soon enough. Literally. Because right before it opens, you are dragged back to the room.

“Boss, look.” You are brought before Sukuna. He rubs his face with his hand. His very, very, scary hand. “What are you doing, (Y/n).”

You force yourself to look up. “I-I-I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

The man stops screaming. You aren’t facing him, just Sukuna who sees your horrified expression.

“Do you want me to take care of her like the rest?” The man who caught you asks. The rest?!

“No. I don’t care what happens to them, only her. Take her back. She better not have a scratch.”

When you enter the house and see your little sibling with their hands on her hips, looking at you accusingly. “Tsk, tsk, tsk! You left without me and didn’t bring Barbie as Rapunzel!”

That was the other movie you had in your hand. You could have avoided all of this if you picked Barbie as Rapunzel or with Rapunzel, whatever.

“Yeah, hold on.” You quickly get Shrek and place it in the player. She begins to protest at the movie. “Wrong one!”

You leave the room and don’t answer her questions. You shut your art room door and look around for any blank canvas. Tears stream down your face as you mix the paints. A dirty red, a fake white, and the darkest black spread along the canvas. You don’t know what it is yet. You’ll find out when you're done.

“What are you doing?” The voice cuts in. The brush stops mid stroke, not knowing where to go. You turn around to see Sukuna.

“Painting.” You whisper. You should’ve never left your sister! What’d he do? You didn’t hear anything at all, not even him coming in. You start to heave at the thought. Why couldn’t you have stayed with her? Better yet, grabbed her and got the hell out of here?

“Everything’s fine, don’t worry.” Ha! Easy for him to say. After what you witnessed, you’re scared. The danger that Sukuna held wasn’t new to you. You remember the store, the deal that occurred right in front of you the day you first met.

You remember perfectly. So, you’ve always known. But seeing it firsthand is a new beast. You can’t stop hearing the man’s screams. Or the violence that was right outside the store on that fateful day.

Sukuna’s hands are over your ears and cover the sides of your face. He looks down at you softly. “Trust in me, sweets.”

“I’m scared.” He coos and brings you into his chest. He’s warm and broad. Welcoming, strong, and you want to believe this, safe. He smells like something warm and a little like his cologne.

“You’re safe with me, remember?” He lifts your chin and stares in your eyes. “Sweets-”

“You don’t give second chances,” He pauses. “How many chances have I used up?”

Much to your confusion, he laughs. “Oh love,” He places a chaste kiss on your lips. “Never change.” Sukuna shows you Barbie as Rapunzel and walks out the room. “I got the movie!”

Your little sister laughs so cutely at Sukuna’s find. You follow and see your little sister snuggled up to him. He beckons you over with his fingers. Nervously, you sit next to him.

Sukuna sighs and places your head on his chest. “Never worry when it comes to me, understand?”

“Even at the doctors?” The little one pops her head up and looks so worried. “Okay, at the doctor’s yeah. But everything else, don’t worry. Capisce?”

“Yep!” She goes back to her spot. He wraps his arm around you. “You?”

You nod. Still, he looks concerned. “You know you’re my girl, right?” You begin to soften at the words he’s spoken to you before. Much to Sukuna’s liking, you cuddle up to him, relaxing in his embrace. “I know.”

“Ahem!” The two of you look at your little sister whose arms are crossed. “Shush!”

He puts his hands up in surrender. “So-rry, sheesh.”

You smile at the sight before you. He’s so kind to her. She adores him too, always has. He kisses the top of your head. There’s a deep fluttery feeling in you, it happened before. When he’d let you put him on your canvas. Despite him being uncomfortable at times, he trusted you.

You take a deep breath and release it slowly. Yeah, you’ll be okay for now.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna ryoumen x reader #jjk oneshot #jjk #q

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The bell tolls for me

satoru gojo x reader

Summary: “Say it.” The few times he has spoken to you, they are always the same. He wants confirmation of your evil. No matter how you word it, he isn’t satisfied until you say it plainly and he’ll only hear the worst part of it. He doesn’t want reason, he wants pain, hatred, and anger. It is what is keeping him going. You will give it to him for now. “I killed them.”

1.5k+ words tw: angst, illness, mental illness, ptsd, depression, mentions of death, spoilers, i think suicide thoughts (?), idk what else (if there's something let me know!) i'm not an expert on mental illness or a doctor! i don't own jjk either.

Gojo wipes his face with his hand. Despite his eyes being rightfully considered divinity, they cannot beat the exhaustion. He hasn't worn a blindfold or glasses in about a couple of months or so. He can’t really remember the exact number anymore.

He spies a single white petal fall in front of his window. He sees pollen in the back and a few people walking around. He hears the bell toll once again. Satoru understands that the people of his past will never hear it again. They will never see the petals and sneeze from the pollen anymore.

The bell rings again. God, he could swear that the bell is only for him.

“Gojo? Are you ready?” He hears a small voice that causes a heaviness in his chest and an icy hatred in his bones. You.

He ignores you completely, making you sigh at his behavior. It isn’t a secret that he hates you and when he is up to it, he’ll kill you. All because you failed. You completely betrayed him and those who mattered most. Rather than finishing what you promised, you went against it and did something he just can’t forgive.

You are disgusting, vile, stupid, hideous, a failure of a being.

You whip out your jar of bones and begin the healing process. Ever since the Culling Games, you have had to learn to deal with these newfound abilities that totally destroyed your life. Yet, that destruction has also given you a purpose now. The usual healer, Shoko, has been extremely busy lately because of the aftermath of the Culling Games, Kenjaku, and Sukuna. So, when you were discovered during all of that, you were immediately put to work.

And your abilities had fit for a plan that you messed up.

You work your fingers to thread the crushed bones into Gojo, who remains silent. You know that one wrong move and he’ll rip you to shreds. Until then, you might as well make up for it by healing him and taking the pain away.

Opening another jar, you take a finger out of it. In the palm of your hand, colors swirl all around. The bone reshapes into a softer and smaller structure, something easier to swallow. You hand it to Gojo, childishly hoping that he would give you something to work with. A smile, a thank you, eye contact, anything.

You receive nothing.

You place it down on the desk and take your leave.

“Was it worth it?” Quickly, you turn your head around to see Gojo still staring out the window. “You know-”

“Say it.”

“There was no hope, Gojo. None at all.”

“Who said?” Sighing, you turn to him fully. “He did, Satoru.”

Satoru stands up. You have to try to stare into his red rimmed eyes. They’re mesmerizing jewels, precious things that see and know all. They're damaged from the strain and the pain.

“Megumi didn’t want to live, Satoru. You can only save those who want to be saved. Him and Geto never wanted to be.”

“And Tsumiki?”

“She was dead the moment she was cursed, way before she woke up. I didn’t even know her. I had nothing to do with that.”

He takes a few steps forward. His long legs carry him to you. He’s menacing and tall. Majestic and radiating a power that you could never handle.

“Say it.” The few times he has spoken to you, they are always the same. He wants confirmation of your evil. No matter how you word it, he isn’t satisfied until you say it plainly and he’ll only hear the worst part of it.

He doesn’t want reason, he wants pain, hatred, and anger. It is what is keeping him going.

You will give it to him for now.

“I killed them.” Although you went against his plan to trick Sukuna, you never meant for your actions to cause such a catastrophe. That it would cause for his world to be ruined.

Before he can do anything, you leave quickly.

He finally goes into the shower after a while. The water is boiling hot and the steam is thick. Satoru stands under it not moving to bathe at first. Nothing goes through his mind other than the sensation of the water and the scars on his body. He barely has any feeling on the long scar across his abdomen. It is nothing but a reminder of you.

You were supposed to save them. Not him.

And yet, here he is. Holding the weight of everyone’s soul all because you didn’t want to follow directions. He killed Sukuna and is hailed as the strongest sorcerer in history. But the glory that he’d usually bask in is a terrible thing now. Why wear it like a badge of honor when it is covered in the blood of those he loved and never got to tell them?

You. You fucking snake.

Now, he has to sit here and heal. According to Shoko anyway. Whether it’s mentally, emotionally, or physically, he doesn’t know or care. He wants to leave. To be free. If only for a moment, to get away from this place and breathe. Away from you.

When he met you, he thought you were plain. Nothing really special except for a weird but cool technique. Then when he lay on the bed after the fight, you were the first in his sight. The light acted as a halo. You were glowing and had an ethereal appearance.

Even Lucifer was the most beautiful and enchanting of angels. And look what happened.

Look where it got Gojo Satoru.

To find out that he had healed mid fight because of you at the expense of so many people hurt him. You had one job, only one.

Why did you make him kill his loved ones? He needs to get away. A fresh start or at least some air. Yeah, that’s what he’ll do.

Gojo stands tall among the sand. The smell of the water is refreshing. Waves against the rocks and the white sand, the sun against his skin and the birds flying overhead, is so serene.

“Gojo.” Everything comes to a halt at the sound of that grating voice. He doesn’t face you yet. No, you won’t ruin this for him too.

“You have to come back, Satoru.” You’re finally face to face with him. “Go away.” He dismisses you quickly and quietly. He doesn’t want to ruin this for himself.

“We have to go back.”

“Nanami would have loved this. They all would. Maybe even Megumi.”

He can still hear his students, his friends, too. The past life he lived as he raised the Fushiguro’s echo in his mind. Megumi was always gloomy, always. Tsumiki was a ray of sunshine with a solemn look in her eyes. She was forced to grow up at an alarming speed in order to take care of the grumpy troll. And she was never thanked. He knows that was what Megumi was thinking.

That he never got to thank her for loving him. For standing for him at his lowest and never letting go. Yeah, Tsumiki was amazing. And Satoru Gojo, her adopted dad, didn't say thanks, either. She would have loved the sea. Maybe in another life, he can take his kids here.

“I want to stay. I think this is how I get back to the airport.” He hears you sigh. “I know. But you left the airport for a reason, remember?”

“I shouldn’t have.”

“If you didn’t, they’d be gone, too. We can’t-” He scoffs and interrupts. “We? Since when are we ‘we’?”

“You can’t heal if you can’t see what’s left.”

“ Nothing’s left!” He screams with his face red. You reach for his hand. “We are here. Hold onto us.”

The bell rings again. He wonders how it keeps following him. He looks around curiously. He questions, “The bell tolls for me, doesn’t it?”

“No, it’s for everyone to know the time.” You answer in a patient voice. He hates that. You talk like a doctor. There's enough of those to go around, he doesn’t need any more.

“Stop talking. Don’t ruin it for me.”

“What?”

“The bell is for me. I’ll be right after them, you’ll see.”

You hold out your hand and reluctantly, he takes it. You lead him out of the street with cars honking their horns. You hold him close out of his delusion. It is his price of using too much curse energy and the reverse technique. Gojo doesn’t know that he’s not in Malaysia as he imagined Nanami would have liked. He doesn’t know the truth of his students. He doesn't realize that the airport he wants to return to doesn't exist.

He blames you, yes, but you’ll stick with him. He'll heal one day.

Right now, he doesn’t understand that the bell isn't for him and hasn’t been for these past four years since Sukuna. That he has suffered so much that his head is stuck. But one day, he’ll heal, and he won't be alone. Even if he doesn't, you will hold his hand, nonetheless.

#gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk #jjk fanfic #angst #q #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #spoilers #tw: suicide ideation #i think?

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“Does this look unsure to you?”

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jujutsukgojo · 1 month

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♫ “Gary, I’m sorry I neglected you, oh I never expected you

To run away and leave me feeling this empty…

Your “Meow” right now would sound like music to me.

Please come home, ‘cause I miss you, Gary!

Gary Come Home!” ♫

#q #good song i felt it

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Heat Chapter 4

chapter one, two, three a/n: last one! thanks for everything tw: quirk misuse, betrayal, trauma, loss of friendships, lost at sea (temporarily)

“What do you mean?” Eraserhead was becoming increasingly agitated. Not only have his former students been missing, but they have been missing in the weirdest place. And from what Shinsou’s face told, the situation is a bit more serious than anticipated.

Originally, he assumed you crashed or something even though it didn’t fit you. However, given the circumstances, it was natural to think that. But the confirmation that the message was received, and now more information has been revealed, he can’t help but get angry. Maybe it’s the hero in him. Maybe it is his teacher instincts that are bubbling to the surface. Or, he will reluctantly admit this to himself: perhaps his paternal urges are what is causing this.

Nah.

“This needs to be stopped.” Shinsou walks into the room where Eraserhead sits. His protegee is out of his usual hero uniform and there is no trace of their signature rope. He tugs his fluffy hair and takes a deep breath.

“That much is obvious, Shin-” His student quickly cuts him off. He stands in front of him with his face adorning furrowed purple brows.

“No, I mean, look.” He points to the room to reveal the truth. Eraserhead stands up as quickly as he can.

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You turn Betsy for control. The turbulence is rough and the window is getting covered with evidence of the storm. The confidence you once possessed that had so easily slipped through your fingers before is remaining strong in your grasp. You can do this. You can do this.

Denki’s screaming isn’t helping, though.

“Will you shut the hell up?” You smack his arm. He rubs the spot. “Don’t take your hands off the wheel!” He shrieks. You roll your eyes at his hysterics. He is reminding you so much of Jay right now.

Sadness crawls into your chest. His body is still on the mysterious island. You didn’t think to take it. There was no way, you remind yourself. You can’t give his family the remains. He’s deteriorating and there is just no way to load him. If it were up to you, Ochako and Jay’s remains would be returned home and they be given the sendoff they deserve. With love, appreciation, and respect.

Soon, you will explain and try to be strong for their families. Right now, you have to get home.

Suddenly, the GPS pops up again. The route to the island appears. Denki laughs breathily in relief. As opposed to his relief and happiness, there is a flush of heat on your face, a snarl on your lips and a tightening grip on the yoke. In the sky you can see everything. And low and behold, there is the sunshine.

It illuminates the boats and the calm waters they rest on. The multitude of people gather around to see. You bring Betsy down roughly.

“Calm down! Calm down!” Cries Denki. Shouto gets up. “Sit down, now!” You yell furiously. You don’t mean to, but everything is coming to light.

Betsy lands ungracefully, but safely. “Get out, right now.” You push Denki out of the seat. The four boys exit the plane.

“What’s wrong?” Izuku asks. Everything is becoming clear to you. What was minutes for you, was hours to them.

“We’ve been tricked.”

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You sit on the bed while the doctor checks on you. You are dehydrated and exhausted. Not to mention fucking hungry. Although you are glad to hear that everyone’s okay, you demand to see a hero or anyone in charge.

“Alright, fine.” Shouta walks in. He sighs when he looks at you. Clearly, this is not his forte. “Do you have any questions? I can see something there.” Once again, he’s right on the money. Stupid for him to even ask, though.

“It wasn’t real, was it?” This time, you have been able to deduce that something wasn’t natural. Clearly, a quirk is involved.

“Not everything was the quirk’s fault. A child has recently developed it and can’t control it yet. The parents are talking with the authorities right now. Pilot,” He cracks his neck, his face showing that he doesn’t want to do this.

“What happened to everyone? Bakugou, Kirishima, Ashido, everyone else. What happened?” He looks right into your eyes. You take a deep breath and start.

“They got on a boat and left us. Jay died and Ochako, too.” You lay there willing your tears not to show themselves. Shouta looks confused for a second then sighs for what seems like the millionth time. By now, you have caught on that he’s just putting on a show with it. That he wants to conceal whatever he’s really feeling about the ordeal. “Ochako is alive. She made it over the waterfall.”

“Is that how you were able to contact us? Is she okay?” Automatically, you assume the worst. That she’s hurt and that’s why she didn’t ask for help. Thinking that maybe she didn’t abandon you but literally couldn’t ask for help. You're willing to accept that! How can she help it?

“Yes, she’s fine-”

“So she just woke up then?” He shakes his head no. “She is being talked to right now. She never mentioned anything the entire time she was here.”

You remain silent for a while. The hurt and betrayal seeping all the way into your bones. Not a single warning was given. She left everyone and the rest of the group is lost at sea. The image you have of her is fading fast.

“Everyone...they haven’t been found?”

“Not yet.”

“How are the boys?” He notices your avoidance of Ochako. “They’re suffering from the same things mainly. Todoroki is a little different since the ice side of his quirk is acting up because of him not being cold enough. I don’t know, that’s what I understood from the doctor. I could be wrong.”

“Something tells me you're not.” Before he can continue, you ask, “What is that kid’s quirk?”

“Delirium. It, summed up, is the ability to dull people's senses. And because of that, it causes delirium. Everything you felt was your own responsibility. The quirk just provided the circumstances.”

“The blue tint?”

“We suspect it’s a side effect for quirkless people. You were not as severely affected as everyone else. Maybe the tint is something to even encourage the mania. We don't know yet.”

Finally, a tear falls. “Shouta, I have never been so angry.” You whisper. “Does it also affect people’s health too?”

You have to know. Ochako may be alive, but Jay isn't. This is too much, too heavy to bear. He looks at you confused. "What?"

You prop yourself up. “Jay died from what I suspect is a peanut allergy. He got a physical and nothing came up. He's eaten peanuts before and suffered nothing.”

“Allergies can pop up at any age. The kid's quirk doesn’t do that. Jay's death was no one’s fault.”

Except yours. You start to breathe heavy. You want to blame this kid for everything. For Jay, especially. “Where is Ochako?”

He shakes his shaggy head no. “It’s not necessary for you to be around her now. Try to relax and rest after this.” You take a deep breath in an attempt to follow the former hero's orders. “What direction did the boat go?”

Your foot starts to tap. “Straight, I believe. I couldn’t tell. That bastard’s quirk blocked the view.”

“He’s a child.”

“A villainous asshole," Your nose flares and breathing starts to become heavy. "People are dead and lost! Ochako left us!” Your heart is aching, face is warm, and lips are wobbling. Your time in hell is doing nothing but racing in front of your very eyes.

He scolds you for how you talk of the child. Normally you’d agree but your heart isn’t letting you think. The thumping is angry and sad. As the visions of the island pass, what’s next is even more horrifying. It is the past life you lived. Happy, brave, free, and all your friends are alive and truthful. They’re kind and compassionate. The heroes that they claimed to be and by God did they live by it. You see the smile that you will never wear again. At least not in the same way.

Yes, the kid lost control. But this went on for days. Did no one attempt to stop it? Is it still happening? How in the hell did no one on this God forsaken planet notice that this was happening? And honestly, if it affected the strongest heroes like this, you are terrified of what that kid would do next and who would even bother to stop it.

You get up and go out of the room. Shouta takes a second to get up to chase you. You look around the hallway. The doors to other rooms are closed and you have no idea where the boys are. They have to know about this bullshit. You turn a corner and find Ochako sitting there on one of the visitor chairs. She wears a light blue tank top and a pink sarong that is tight around her hips. You look at her hands that her head lay in and see her perfect, fresh, manicure. Her hair looks softer and more voluminous. There is a slight pink tint to her otherwise newly tanned skin. She stops bouncing her leg when she notices you in front of her.

You were thinking of a million violent ways to talk to her. How could she not say anything? She didn’t even attempt to help. She left everyone and didn’t call for assistance. On everything you love, you would have sworn she was gone forever. Her memory was one of the things that gave you that drive to fly Betsy again. Thinking of her honor and body being returned to her family gave you the strength to do your duty. Her body swinging around violently when she is thrown over hurt you in a way that can never be repaired. You felt so helpless and could have sworn she died.

And here she sits nervously looking at you with hope in her disgusting eyes. Swirls of chocolate brown stare directly into yours with a twinkle of light in them. Pleading for you to say something. Despite wanting to punch her in the face, you walk away.

She calls for you, crying, but you are gone. Let the bitch suffer in her guilt. There is enough for everyone.

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Everything that happened on the island was on the group. Behaviors, words, personal feelings, everything lies with you. Abandoning friends and the hatred was all true. Yes, it was brought on by a quirk, but the inner demons and beasts were real. The worrying blue tint was just a side affect of being you. Quirkless. It was just something to pin the terrible feelings on. A monster in the closet only seen by the useless one.

Now, you must pick up the broken pieces and walk.

Midoriya, the last you saw him in person, was in a state of shock and fury. He was very active in the search party for his friends. Kaminari wasn’t recovering as well as everyone hoped. Although his experience on the island wasn’t severe, it is the fact that it happened. And that his friends left him behind. Koda, out of everyone, was fine. Scared of planes but alright, nonetheless.

Shouto on the other hand, helped with the search but remained by your side. On the dark side of the island his personality never really changed. At the end, his inner rage and demons during the confrontation came out but that’s it. He remained with you throughout it all. And best of all, he understood why you didn’t help and separated yourself.

Jay's remains were found and decomposed. His family was informed and lost it. You were a coward and mainly avoided them. You showed up at the funeral but were towards the back. It broke your heart seeing his mom throw herself over the casket, asking God why he took him home so soon.

You want to know, too. And why God decided to make peanuts.

From time to time, you talk to your old friends, Denki, Koda, Midoriya, and Shouto. You found out that the search party was successful and found the boat after a week or so. The group needed medical attention but were okay overall. Traumatized and hurt, but fine. You don’t care to know anymore. After finding out that the kid’s quirk was just something to fuck you up, you left them in the past.

Everything they felt towards you was real. Had this never happened, you would never have known.

The whole thing just showed that left to your own devices, human nature would appear without a conscience. The confusion, the pull of the plane, all of it wasn’t real. Yes, Jay must have messed with the coordinates, but there was nothing wrong with the plane. It was in your head. Once you pieced it together, you felt so much guilt and even more anger.

Anyway, the kid’s quirk was so out of control that he had to be medicated for a while until Eraserhead and Shinsou got a hold of him and taught him how to control it. Surprisingly, you ran into him and he apologized. You told the kid he wasn’t at fault since he didn’t purposely do it, but he didn’t believe you. Guess guilt grabs hold of everyone.

Now, a year later, you’re here picking out fruit at the market. In the corner is a small tv with Deku on a show. He looks wide-eyed and nervous as always but in good health. The interviewer asked about the vacation, and he laughed it off with a shake of his head. Good to know that everything in hell stays there.

As you slap a watermelon, you can’t tell if it’s good or not. How do people do this? You're about to slap it again when a hand comes down on one. The noise grabs your attention. “Shouto?”

He hands you the fruit and says, “This one’s good.” For the longest you just stare at him. It’s not often you talk to each other, and you haven’t seen a hair of him since then. The rare times you talk, it’s on the phone. Him coming out of nowhere and handing you a watermelon is a total shock.

He looks the same other than the warm look in his eyes again. They were snatched away on the island, revealing the coldness in them, just like they appeared in school. As it had turned out, he still had a lot of bitterness and anger. Not just towards his father, but everyone. God, he looked like Touya.

You take the fruit from his large hands. “How’ve you been?” You ask him this whenever you talk. It is just so rare to be connected to any of them. Especially now that you have been told your place in their lives.

“Doing a lot better. I’m in therapy now. I don’t know why it took me so long to do it.” You couldn’t understand it either. After all of the Todoroki business was aired out, you expected him to do it. It’s unbelievable that it took so long.

“Finally! I mean, not that there’s something wrong, but therapy is always good.” You try to cover up your miswording. He chuckles at your scrambles. That is another thing you haven’t heard in a while. You have so many questions to ask. So much to talk about over this past year. You want to confess your sins and stop running from what happened; to no longer bury your head but tackle it and scream. There isn’t a reason for you not to. However, you are becoming aware that it is harder to do it alone than it is with another survivor.

Maybe that's what you need now that you've seen that side of man: a good scream. Just not alone as you've been doing this past year.

“Want to have coffee with me?” You are surprised by your own voice. By the raised eyebrows and widened eyes, he is too. Yet, a soft smile on his face appears. You’ve missed it, dearly. You know that nothing will be the same and that the relationships that you once held dear are gone. How can they be salvaged?

“I’m not much of a coffee drinker. Can I have tea instead?” You nod with a slight smile on your face.

The watermelon was perfect.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero acedamia #my hero academia #shouto todoroki x reader #angst #q #bnha fanfic #mha fanfic #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki shouto

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The Fourth Leg

chrollo lucilfer x reader

Summary: No matter how fast you ran, the Spider's leg cannot get far. No matter how long you hid, you were bound to be found, dear number four. WARNING: toxic relationships, mentions of murder and torture, bullying, murder plot, smut, idk what else? yandere? 18+ Smut scene is based on Fear (1996). I saw it and it crept up on me

You’ll always be able spot the blond haired boy from a mile away. His blond locks are longer now, and his eyes are colder. They aren’t the same light grey they used to be when he was around. A small smile comes across your face when you look to see what your boy is wearing: his traditional Kurta attire.

When the massacre happened and you had run into Sheila, she informed you of everything there was to know about the Kurta. So, while he was housed by you, you made those clothes for him. And now that he’s a little older, he still wears the clothes you send him.

Kurapika left home to get his hunter’s license. He was determined and able. Just like you shaped him to be. Alas, there is something there that you once again failed to save. Just like before, like always.

That rageful bloodlust that confuses the host for justice and vengeance when it is neither one. It is darkness that lurks into them and finally settles into their souls.

He is falling for the same trick as you and your dearest friends had. They entered a place and left every smidge of hope they had. What was supposed to be for justice, protection, and Sarasa, resulted in a numbness that is too disgusting to handle. It’s too brutal and vile. Bloody without a thought of washing their hands with repentance.

No matter, the tightness of your chest has you think of one thing: is it too late to save Kurapika?

You go back inside and wash the dishes that you dirtied from cooking his favorites. He had let you know he was coming. It is such a rarity to even be able to contact Kurapika. He’s just so busy lately. That, and he acts like he has never worked a phone before in his life. The little shit.

Thunder and lightning strike, shaking the ground beneath you. A slight rumble under your bare feet. You look out the window again and see a ghost from your past. Tall, silver haired, and just as beefy as before: Silva Zodlyck. You haven’t seen him since he killed you.

If he spots you, it will be a brawl. Another side of you that you have buried, not exorcised, all these years are calling out for his blood. To wreak havoc once more and see the fear in his eyes again. The bad thing about that is, is that you are a non combatant. An exorcist, a priestess of sorts. Not at all suited for the front lines. You can defend yourself and fight, but not on the level of him or the others.

Hell, maybe not even Kurapika now, and you wiped that boy’s tears and snot.

What you can do now is remain low. As much as you want to see that little brat and talk to him, to find out how he’s been, to fuss over him and see if he’s eaten yet, right now you can’t even consider that. Not when he is close to finding out. Besides, he can take care of himself for a bit. As it appears, Silva isn’t after him.

Breathe in, breathe out. Focus on me, trust in me.

Your breath hitches. That smooth voice is in your head. One you haven’t heard of in years. With all the power inside, you tried to push it out. To wipe their faces from your memories.

You see the trash can and can only think of Little. Oh, how you tortured that boy. Putting him in trashcans and sitting on the lids and gave him noogies. Little would always retaliate but had to be held back when that one showed up to protect you. God, why are you thinking of this? There is a beast of a man who almost ended you and your dumbass is reminiscing of your bullying days.

Had you not pulled that one trick up your sleeve, you truly would have died by the hands of Zoldyck. It has been years since you’ve fought seriously. You trained Kurapika, but you never went full throttle. Nothing but rust is on your nen and hand-to-hand combat.

Just sit back, don’t hide your presence or anything. That's what he’s looking for. Any kind of blip in the atmosphere. Hell, he may not even remember you!

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You know what you have to do. There is no hope here. No compassion for others at all. The Kurta clan, Sarasa, you, no one. It is now or never.

You jump at the bolder of a man. Crosses paint themselves on your palms as a holy prayer escapes your lips. Your veins line with the brightest blue and the rubble around you lift off the ground from your aura. Directly, your hands clasp onto Silva’s. He looks confused and the most surprising of all, scared.

He lets go of his hatsu. In the back, there is a bloody scream. A roar that a lion can never compare itself to. A bloodlust from the roar that made Silva’s eyes widen. It is too late, the hatsu hit you straight on. Two balls of electricity and power collide with your fragile body.

When you came to, by pure nen, you could vaguely see your dearest. His eyes watery, voice hoarse, blood trinkling on his face. Silva is not in sight, not a single thing left behind. Did he kill him?

“No, no, no, damn it! Fuck!” He shakes you ever so slightly as you lay in his arms. “Heal yourself, please...”

You have to leave. He has no regard for you or anyone but himself. Chrollo, the boy who is only a few years older than you, yet you still bullied him, is gone. He didn’t care that you’re a non combatant. He was willing to sacrifice your life and his for his ego.

He only wants your ability, positively. Chrollo is gone. It is only the spider left. You have always hated spiders anyway.

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Nah, Silva remembers you. He almost died too. How can he forget that he was sent to kill the man responsible for the annihilation of an entire clan? It's hard to forget a case like that considering the brutality of the deaths.

And if Kurapika finds out that you are Number Four, the lost spider, he’ll lose it. He'll demand to see the tattoo, no doubt. You can’t show him that. Especially since you lost a bet with Machi and Paku and put it on a place that he just has no business looking at.

As long as you remain calm and blend in, no one will notice. If Kurapika comes in with Silva, you’ll leave before. Pretend that you are out of town or something. Actually, that’s a good idea. You quickly write a note telling your boy that you had to rush out and that you’d call him later. To help himself to the food and make sure to rest.

There is another rumble under your feet. It feels different. The screams are louder, the air more ominous by the second. What is this? It touches you like a familiar hand. Something cold and clammy. Is that...Nobunaga?

Don't panic, don’t panic. It's been years since you faked your death and abandoned them. They probably don’t remember you, right?

Nah, you pantsed Nobunaga in the middle of a dubbing. He was wearing the ranger’s underwear. He always vowed to get revenge, but he was stopped by Chrollo, of course. You’ve known these people for years and fought with them side by side. You saved him several times and healed him. He will remember you.

There is a deathly silence. Your skin raises goosebumps all over. You can feel him. Your old friend knows or is at least trying to figure out what’s going on. You take a deep breath and remain calm. It has always been easy to trick him. How many times did you do such a thing and lead him to embarrassing situations? And how many times did Chrollo get you out? Every. Single. Time.

You sure were spoiled rotten by Chrollo in every way. It drove people nuts. When you were dropped off in Meteor City at the age of five, you were a terror due to pain and heartbreak. There was only so much a child could take and you weren’t able to express it properly.

The priest held onto patience as much as he could, but no one could ever hold a candle to Chrollo’s patience. It is as if he is a saint. You'd bite, kick, and talk over him. When they dubbed the tapes, you would always turn the tv off just because it wasn’t what you wanted to watch. Uvogin was so close to beating you so many times, but Chrollo intervened and explained to them what empathy was.

However, he went overboard and spoiled you rotten. In the Troupe you got part of Chrollo’s shares including what was actually yours. He made sure that you were the most taken care of out of them all. He always helped you up and protected you the most. You weren’t able to go on a mission by yourself and had to have at least two people with you, just like him.

He always held a soft spot for you, you think. Even before you shared special moments. Until he stopped caring and went somewhere where you can’t follow.

Now that you have abandoned the Spider, Lord only knows what’ll happen. Will he spare you for old time’s sake? Or will Feitan, also known as “Little”, finally get his revenge because of the trash cans?

Or Machi’s cut up clothes, and Paku’s shaved head, or Uvo’s wedgies and bites, Phinks’s eyebrows that never grew back, Shalnark’s broken nose and the tack in his sho-

Oof, you’re going to die. And that was all done when you were like, six? There were plenty more years that you were just onery. Chrollo...that poor guy. The hell he went through before and after the Troupe...the patience of a saint.

Spoiled, spoiled, spoiled, rotten.

You were ungoverned and got away with things that the rest couldn’t. But this, rejecting the Spider, rejecting him, sheltering the last Kurta descendant...you’ll die.

Or be in a lot of pain.

Suddenly, you feel a sharpness crawling up your arm. They're coming. Another rumble occurs right when you back away from the sink. In the distance is a large body flying in the air with a trail of red following it. What?

With a gross thud that you swear everyone heard, lands Silva. Beaten, bloody, gone.

Well, there goes that problem. On to the next, which is Nobunaga. You're caught in his en somehow. Or whatever the hell that's called. Anyway, never did you think he’d grow and be able to stretch it out this far.

You start to leave calmly so he doesn’t suspect anything. Just a calm person that his en is confusing for someone else! Finally, you hear the even more terrible commotion. You know Kurapika is okay if the rumors of the powerful chain user are true. And he seemed to have a lot of help. Once you shake the Nobunaga off, you’ll make your way to Pika.

He doesn’t know that in your past you were one of the Spider’s legs. The fourth one, to be exact. The one who died by the hands of Silva Zoldyck, years ago. Soon after the Kurta’s extinction and after the fight with the Spider’s leader, the devil himself.

You lock the backdoor and head to the woods where there is a safe spot that Kurapika used to train. As you pass by the branches and the shady trees, you are blinded by the harsh memories of your dear friend, Sarasa. She and the Troupe are a few years older than you. They spent more time with her than you did but the memories of her, those precious moments that you wanted to last for years to come, that innocence, was stripped from you. You hold onto the specks of what was left of your childhood, before the truth of hell appeared.

A trash bag, a child inside, the Troupe, and Chrollo who faced it first and has never recovered.

You weren’t there to find her. It was broken down to you because of your youth and denial, you were staunch in the belief that it was a lie and that she was alive. The only one who had patience for you was Chrollo. The tantrums were the tipping point to the realization that she had suffered in her last moments.

When it hit you, he held you as you remained in shock. He catered to your every whim to fill in the shoes of the missing people in your life. And you left him.

How could you not? He left you first, abandoned you for a darkness that you couldn’t shine a light through. Chrollo believed that he was a messiah to the city and to his friends. They follow blindly when you can’t. You are a thief, not a heartless killer. The Kurta didn’t deserve their fate.

You push past a couple of thick bushes to be startled.

“Come here, now.” His voice is as smooth as you remember, just a little deeper now and more commanding. Although you know him and his quirks, the atmosphere is off. A creepy feeling of nothing in the air. You can’t sense him of his anger at all. Only a chill and a hair-raising sensation that doesn’t match anyone you know. Perhaps, this is fear.

You walk to him as you spot him in a clearing. “Chrollie.”

“A dead spider, huh.” He stands tall but casually with his hands in his pockets. His hair is slicked back and the tattoo on his forehead is more prominent. He’s shirtless and wears an odd coat. His style choice is different now than it was back then. Before, he would throw on normal Meteor City clothing, which consisted of whatever was around. Looking back, his favorite was a white shirt and plain black jeans. Now, he looks like he wears designer.

“Here I thought that you were squashed,” he looks you up and down, eyes narrowing. You feel vulnerable under his gaze. “All along you were here. Raising a devil that killed two of your own.”

You know about Uvogin and Pakunoda. Kurapika felt so guilty, after the events he vented to you. He sounded as young as he did when you took him in. Of course, you were hurt and cried when Kurapika wasn't looking. You mourned them as anyone would.

“I know about that-”

“And you still didn’t come back?” Chrollo is shaking, desperate to calm down. His fists are clenched so hard, you think they’ll bleed. This, you think, is the most anger he's ever shown. And it's toward you. “Could I? You would’ve killed me!”

“I would have accepted you with open arms, Number Four.” Would have.

Number Four. He didn’t even call you by your real name. “No, you would react just as badly as you are now.”

“Oh, my darling spider, you have no idea. All you had to do is trust me.” He shakes his head in disappointment.

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“I’m not joining, Chrollie. I’m not calling you Boss, either.” You were disappointed that they actually went through with this. Years ago, you came across their little meeting. Chrollie looked at you and asked if you wanted to join but you called them all stupid.

“Why not? I'm the leader.” You roll your eyes. “No, you’re a theater nerd.”

You jump and sit on the desk. He comes up to you, only inches apart. Chrollie gently cradles your face. “That part of me is gone, darling.”

“Darling? Pretending to be all manly now? A gentleman? That's what 'darling' reminds me of. Those books you read.” You acknowledge that he’s grown up. He broader and stronger. His hands no longer smooth but are calloused and bigger than your own.

He erases how gentle he was caressing your face and replaces it with a commanding and firm touch on your cheeks. “Join me.”

“No.” You answer as well as you can with your cheeks squished. Suddenly, his lips touch yours. It is your first kiss. It sends shocks to your special place. He parts from you. Embarrassingly, you follow in his direction.

Quickly, you snap out of the trance of your first kiss. You shake your head in defiance. “I want to travel! I want to get out of this city and experience the highs. I've already touched the lows. I don’t want to get deeper.”

"You think we’re lower than you?” There’s an edge in his tone. One that tells you to tread carefully. However, you’re not shy when it comes to Chrollie.

“No. But I worry that you will be.” He tilts his head and asks, “Because you think I can’t take you to the there?”

He grabs your hand that is so much larger than yours. It's weird now. You are used to him leading you places but now you just realize the difference between you two. He’s...a man now. It’s all so new. You'll never admit that he makes you feel some type of way.

“Let me show you.”

Just like in the movies, you see a roller coaster for the first time. There are lights everywhere and smiling and laughing people. And not at you! Just the joys of life without worrying where the next meal is coming from. You spot the balloons in various animal shapes and see the fluffy candy. The pretzels are soft, and the fried dough the size of your head is to die for. You have never witnessed such freedom. The last time you have seen an inkling of joy was when you were a child and Chrollie was dubbing tapes.

The two of you get on the back of the ride. You cling onto his arm. “Scared?”

“No!” In truth, you were. Never in your life did you ever see one of these in person. Only on the videos Chrollo would pick up. It showed the ride going fast and high with screaming people. There were twists and sharp turns on the tape. And now, you get to be one of those people to experience it.

The ride starts. He wraps his right arm around you. The roller coaster shoots out causing you to flinch.

“I got you, trust me.” You curl into him as the ride takes a sharp turn. Right after it happened, you feel tracing between your legs. You look down and see Chrollie’s fingers rubbing against you.

It's...feeling really good. Your breaths become quicker as his fingers do figure eights through your underwear. You let out a little shriek when he pulls them down. Now, there’s nothing blocking him from you. The ride takes a sudden left.

You don’t know how it happened, how it led to this. What exactly did you say to him that incited him to massage your bud and insert a single finger inside you. Slowly coaxing moans that blend in with the screaming of everyone else. Never have you been so grateful for that. He places a kiss on your head. “Join me, swear to me.”

Another finger enters you. His palm rubs and presses against you. How are his fingers so long? Why are they bigger than yours and feel so much better?

You start to really moan as he goes faster. You lift up slightly to follow his motions with your hips. Chrollie bites and sucks on the spot under your ear. The ride starts to go up.

“Holy sh-oh God...” You breathily cry. He growls in your ear at the sound. “I’ll take you there, to the highs. So high you’ll never see the ground.”

You grab his wrist and move furiously, spreading your legs a little more to give him as much room as possible. You want more, need more. There is a feeling there that is about to pop. One that he can take.

“Swear to me.” You watch as the stars get closer. People make noises of excitement different than yours, but it blends. “Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no! I trust you!” You grab onto anything in reach as you give up trying to keep up with him. He's cradling you, his dominant hand relentless and lips sinful. A goose bump raising feeling starts. It's cold and is making you shake even more. Chrollo feels it too.

He's smiling when you gasp and your head goes back.

Everything is happening at once. Two different sensations, both caused by the boss, by Chrollo Lucilfer. And he knows it, he’s waited for it.

“Swear to me, trust me!” You grab his leg and squeeze it. “Let me take you there.” He whispers in your ear.

As the ride reaches the peak, so do you. Loudly, you swear to him. To the spider and his name. His hands and whatever energy is rushing to you, cause your eyes to go back. The squelching sound is loud, but your euphoric moans of his name are louder.

From what you gather in this state, the ride was supposed to stop. Supposed to stay on the rails rather than bounce a little. You didn't even notice that your aura was the cause for the ride's disruption.

When your high leaves you, you’re in a daze and glowing. He withdraws himself and sucks on his fingers. You gasp at the sight. It is pornographic, the hungry look in his eyes. The grey that you have known for years has become so dark and just by a lick. He grabs your hand gently and leads you away to finish what he started. Your legs shake along the way and for the rest of the night when the two of you are satisfied. The way he licked and sucked and swirled his tongue on the most delicate of places and thrusted himself inside had him gain the scratches on his back.

The two of you created a memory that neither of you would ever forget.

It wasn’t until you learn about the nodes do you hold a slight bitterness towards him. He caused yours to open wide because of this. Your aura nodes and a nen pact that binds you together. For the Spider.

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You swallow at the memory and plenty more of similar situations with your former boss. For years you trusted him fully. But somewhere along the way, he had lost it. “Chrollie, please understand. I just didn’t agree with it anymore.”

“Really?” He scoffs. He knows you are hiding the words to describe how it really was, how it is. You rub your eyes with the palms of your hands.

“When you killed that entire clan...tortured them, mutilated them...I couldn’t do it anymore. You wouldn’t listen to me. You only thought of yourself.”

“Excuse me?” His voice is low, and his eyebrows are raised. He's gotten so intimidating now. Before, he was someone you pushed over even when he was your boss. It has always been that way. You admit, you are spoiled. Undisciplined and rebellious to the Spider.

To Chrollo Lucilfer.

If you are going to die today, you are leaving with giving him a piece of your mind. A dose of reality that he no longer has.

“You completely lost yourself. How can you make dumb decisions like that?”

“Their eyes gave Meteor City a profit that helped millions. I did it for our city.” You shake your head no. “No, you did it for yourself. As some kind of sick powerplay! And everyone follows you blindly, and to do it without a thought. You guys kill for no reason. It didn’t use to be that way.”

Your lip wobbles at the memory of that day. You had gone up to Chrollo and went against the mission. It was stupid to you. It didn’t make any sense. They were going to kill these people because he wanted their eyes? You understand that he is greedy and increasingly vicious. But not cruel, not before the end.

He didn’t yell at you, but he did put you in your place with a stern yet calm voice. It was scary. Just as scary as he is now. You still couldn’t do it though. The thought of it made you cry.

So, he commanded you to keep watch and capture any stragglers. There were none. You ran away from the screams and ran into a boy with blond hair and blue clothing. A Kurta. The last one, to be exact. You begged him not to go over there. Afraid of his fate or him seeing the gruesome crime.

The Troupe were not there, only corpses. Eyes gouged out, bruises and bloody. Even the children. Lucilfer had become the devil himself.

You, without thought, took the boy in. You found a little village not too far away and raised him in a cottage. Unfortunately, you weren’t there every single day because of your “job”. One he knew nothing about.

Until your last day. You and Chrollo had been walking in Meteor City when Silva Zoldyck came. Someone called for him to eliminate the Troupe. Your dearest didn’t care that you aren’t really suited for fighting. Especially a Zoldyck.

That was your chance! So, when Silva had hit you with his Hatsu, you hid inside your energy and faked your death. It looked so real, felt like it too. It took a lot of healing and purifying to survive.

You had to do it. Your friends had lost their way. You couldn’t go along with it anymore.

“You left.” You whimper.

“Are you kidding me? I believe the one who abandoned the Spider, your friends, me, is you. My spoiled little brat .” He takes a few steps closer to your standing frame.

“You went to a place where I couldn’t follow. It was no longer about finding Sarasa’s killers or protecting the city. The Spider turned evil. I knew it was happening but I didn’t face it until years later when you committed a pointless massacre.” He ignored you and talked over you.

“You swore. And here I find you healthy, alive. While we are dying. We needed you and you left!” That ended with a powerful yell.

“You didn’t care about me either. I was no match for Silva yet you were willing to sacrifice me. You went to a place I just couldn’t -can’t- follow.”

A tear drips down your face. His face is furious and slicked back hair is coming undone by him running his hand through it. He stops when he sees your tear. Instinct takes over and he wipes it.

“Uvo, Paku, Shalnark, Korotopi. All gone and you could have stopped it. I was cursed by that boy to never talk to the Troupe again. We had to find an exorcist in Greed Island of all places because you decided we were trash.” His voice deceptively hushed and smooth. You shake your head no.

“Not trash. Just bad leadership.”

Chrollo’s eyes widen. This is the first time anyone has insulted his leadership. He immediately pulls your hair. You yelp and try to get out of his hold.

“And yet you do not complain of the riches I gave your greedy ass.” He growls.

“You are a profitable leader. A good provider. An excellent one. I hadn’t a need or want in the world,”

You struggle to get out of his grip. It loosens as you speak. “But you aren’t a true leader. A true one would never endanger his people like you have. Never would view them as replaceable.”

He tosses you on the ground. You accidentally land on your wrist. Chrollo paces back and forth. “Replaceable? Bad leader-ha! Oh, love you are something.”

He grabs your arms roughly. You try to yank your arm out of his grasp. “You’ve already replaced me!”

Chrollo shakes his head no. “I could never.”

“I’m sorry, Chrollie. I just-you-,” You take a deep breath. “Everything went downhill. We stopped looking for the killers like you promised. We weren’t Robin Hood anymore, either. Remember that story you read me? Take from the rich and give to the poor?”

“I remember.”

“It wasn’t that anymore. What was left was coldness and blood. And a boy whose life and childhood were taken from him. Just like ours. It wasn’t fair.”

“We support and provide for our home, not some random people.”

Frustrated, you retort, “You like to listen to the sound of your own voice too much. That's why you don’t listen! You don’t realize actions have consequences until shit like Uvo and Paku happen.”

He raises his hand. You flinch to brace for it. This is the first time he will strike you.

Time is frozen as you wait for the pain. You open your eyes and see what’s the hold up. Chrollo stands frozen with his hand still in the air still. His face is no longer hardened, but shocked. His mouth is slightly open and eyes have widened. He stares at his open palm as if it had a mind of its own, and he couldn't believe it.

Then he clears up once again to return to his previous deadly expression. Rather than striking you on your face, he lands his hand on your ass. You yelp at the impact.

“ Ow!” You rub the cheek he hit. “Why? Of all things?” Like him hitting your ass was supposed to be better than your face? It's demeaning!

He grabs your face with one hand and kisses you harshly, passionately. A confession, a return. Stupidly, you get lost in him like always.

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“No! You play this instead.”

“But I want to dub Cleanup Rangers...” Chrollo rubs his arm as he looks down at the nine year old. You were dropped off at the front doorstep of the church about a couple of years ago. Ever since then you’ve been a little terror. Always picking on people, on the priest, the entire city.

You are a tiny bully pushing everyone around because you’re hurt. Only Sarasa could fully calm you. While everyone else just visited the church from time to time, you were a child that had to live in it because no one liked you. You never got a nanny or substitute siblings. All you had was yourself and a priest who was often at his wits end. You had to follow him around and practice his teachings and study them. You were often times bored and thus angry at everything.

Sarasa was a God send in his eyes and yours. Chrollo was someone who tried to follow in Sarasa’s footsteps with you but lacked the ability to tell you no. He was a patient and caring boy, but one you walk over.

“I don’t care! This one!” You stomp your feet.

“Don’t let her push you around like that, Chrollo.” Uvogin recently hit a growth spurt, so he towered over you two completely.

“No! What I say goes. This one!” You show Uvogin the tape. “Do you even know what’s on it?”

“No. But I want to see.”

Chrollo hums and places the tape inside. It turns out, it was blank. You pouted as Uvogin teased you. His smile is wide and practically glows. The laugh is boisterous and bounces off the walls. Immediately, you hit him in his most sensitive spot, causing him to buckle and groan.

You scream at the top of your lungs. “Stop laughing at me!”

Laughter and a smile like that remind you too much of your parent when they dropped you off in this God forsaken, dirty, and polluted place. You hate it. “It’s okay. Here, we’ll do the Clean up Rangers and you can help if you want!”

Chrollo took out the blank tape and put it aside. He picked you up and placed you on the desk closest to him. Uvo hisses and glares at you. You frown and stick out your tongue.

“Listen, you can play the-”

“No. I'm scared of that.” He knows good and damn well you don’t listen. He looks at you confused until he deduces the problem. “Stage fright?”

Confused, you ask, “What’s that?”

Uvogin groans in the background with every dirty word he can muster. He curses Chrollo for being so gentle with you and a “pushover”. You quickly tell him to shut up or you’ll hurt him even worse.

“It’s when you get scared to talk in front of a bunch of people.” You sat in front of him and nodded. “Okay, how about you have a front row seat then! Make sure you cheer us on, alright?”

You're still pouting. He rubs your cheek. You want to play with the rest of them too! They never let you play normal things. He hugs you and rubs your back to console you.

“Trust me. It'll be fun!”

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You wrap your arms around his neck, gently tugging at his hair. What was a proclamation of dominance, turned into an embrace of passion. You part from him slightly. You rub his chest and ask, “Why did you lose your way? Killing all of those people?”

“Why did you stop trusting me?”

“You are willing to sacrifice everyone, even me.” That day with Silva Zoldyck was proof of your accusation, of your observation. He sucks on your neck with the intent of a mark. You give him a gasp. Slightly muffled, “Why do you doubt me? Do you honestly think I would have? You stopped trusting me.”

He nibbles on your ear. You try to pull away before you are totally caught in him. “The Kurta-”

“Are responsible for Sarasa’s death and for some of the trafficking of children. Getting rid of them was necessary. Do you understand?” He continues to kiss down your neck, making sure to suck on the best places. He holds you a little closer.

You want to believe there was a deeper reason for the extermination of the Kurta. “You barely remember it, so it can’t be true. Hell, how can I believe you when you don’t care about anyone?” He slaps your ass again. You are this close to smacking the shit out of him. You rub your bum in hopes to stop the stinging.

“Stop that! That’s not funny!” You pull away to see an indifferent face for a split second. Chrollo grabs the back of your hair and pulls you in once again. His personality flips like a switch. The sweetness is gone and back is the bloodlust and anger. Honestly, it never left. It was just hidden to trick you. He's a good actor like that.

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“What are you guys doing?” Phinks groans at the sight of you. Recently, he had to pull Feitan out of the trashcan again. Next to him is Feitan saying words in his native tongue that would have made a sailor blush. You blow a kiss to them both just to antagonize them.

“Enough, she’s part of the Spider now.” Chrollo, right on his forehead, has a cross tattoo that kind of resembles a web. You don't know where he got it done at.

“Her? What can she do?” Machi crosses her arms. You always wondered if she liked Chrollie. If she knew what the two of you did last night, she’d scream.

You’re still a little sore and flustered. But happy and satisfied. Never have you felt so good. At first it was so sweet and dare you say, loving. Then as the night went on it became animalistic.

Rather than sit around him, waiting to hang on to his every word, you sit next to him, chomping on some chips you found. You hear some groans and mumbles about how you are and how you’re going to get away with everything. Again.

You stick your tongue out and say, “That’s why I ain’t sharing...bitch ass.” Phinks crosses his arms. “Damn it...”

“Enough,” He stares down at you. “Like I said, she is a leg. And an exorcist.”

You feel his eyes on you again. You look up to see his eyes. “The fourth leg.”

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“You are coming home, now.” He drags you by the back of your neck.

“Wait, stop!”

“Shut the ever living fuck up.” He squeezes you harder. Wasn't he just loving on you like two seconds ago? You have always wondered if he was all there. He seemed genuine when he was a kid but seeing the man he's become, you may never know.

“Hold on! You said the Kurta killed Sarasa. How do you know?”

“Sheila told us.”

You see the rest of the legs. They look unbothered until they see you. Shock is painted on their faces so vibrantly.

“I thought...I thought she hadn’t seen you in years?” You have a sense of confusion and suddenly, dread.

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Sheila limps to a cave. You see her as you run away from the Troupe and their horrific actions. This happened right before you would spot a blond boy. “Sheila?”

“Oh my God!” She hugs you tightly. Her leg has always been messed up since she was a child.

You feel like crying at the sight of her. It has been you and the Spider for so long now, you were forgetting what Sheila was like. She was the closest thing you had to Sarasa. You had your own way of loving someone, but Sarasa seemed the most natural. A big sister, a mother even. A girl who always shared stickers with you and sang you to sleep.

“What’s going on?” She asks as you hug return her hug. “T-they’re killing them!”

“Who? Who’s dying?”

“The Kurta!” Sheila gasps. “I was just with them. Oh no, did I-”

You sniffle and wipe your eyes. “No, no. This is on them.”

“And the Kurta were so nice too. Harmless, peaceful.”

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Why did she say that if she knew they killed Sarasa? When did her and Chrollo talk? You were with Chrollo the whole time, so it couldn’t have been that day.

You see Sheila in the background. She is looking down at the ground, then looks up with the most wicked smile and gleam. What? You stare back with horror. Never has she had that smile. It is foreign and totally misplaced. This is Sheila, not a Troupe member. Why is she even here? She isn’t a part of it and disapproved of the group.

Then, everything is falling together.

Everyone’s faces are that of monsters.

You don’t understand. She told them of their whereabouts. She said something completely different to you. And of course, you believed her. Her and Sarasa were like sisters. They were so close it was like looking at twins. Never would you have thought she could commit such a sin. The Kurta were innocent, but...what’s going on? Everyone was desperate to capture Sarasa’s killers-oh no. You stop moving your feet, only to be dragged by Chrollo Lucilfer. He moves his hand from your neck to your arm in a tight hold, tripping you along the way.

“No, no, no!” You’re trying to yank free. How can he not see it? He’s the smartest person you know. How can he not see what had taken place that day? The horror, the blood and mutilation. Chrollo, you must see this!

The Kurta and Sarasa were innocent. Kurapika...your boy.

“Chrollo, don’t you see?” You whisper for only him to hear. He looks down at you as the rain begins to fall gracefully.

You can feel the tears swell.

Does he know what happened that day? That the Troupe and Sheila are monsters. And not just because of the Kurta’s extinction. You may not have all of the puzzle pieces, but by the reactions alone, it becomes clearer.

Out of everyone here, you struggle to read him. Always have, even when you were kids. You only catch the truth from time to time when he gives it to you. They are few in between.

“Have they made a fool of you?” It is rare to one up Chrollo. His power can wipe nations, his aura is powerful and vast, his commanding tone is one that cannot be ignored.

“Sacrifices have to be made.” He bluntly answers without a hint of remorse or second thought. His tone is final and dead. Like he has nothing else to say about it.

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“I’m fucking sick of her-!” Uvogin plops down on the chair. It creaks under him. Before Uvogin can continue his ranting, another voice pipes up on the matter of a certain little girl.

“She’d...be fun.” His voice is recognizable to anyone due to his lack of pure fluency. His hair is choppy right now because a brat got her hands on a pair of scissors. The thick, black, strands are being fixed by Pakunoda. It isn’t the best, but at least it wouldn’t look as bad as it did.

Machi taps her foot. “She would be, huh?”

“It can’t be us, though. Too obvious.” Shalnark points. Collectively, the friends are beginning to plan and imagine a better Meteor City.

“Are you guys being serious, right now? This is a child you’re talking about.” Pakunoda taps on Feitan’s shoulder, signaling that she’s done. He turns back to look at her and answers, “Deadly.”

Machi sighs. “You’re right, Shal. It is too obvious. And we have rehearsal with Chrollo, too.”

Pakunoda crosses her arms. “This isn’t sitting right. Something is going to go wrong.”

“Remember your shaved head?” Machi asks. Pakunoda tenses up at the memory of you butchering her hair. Who keeps giving you scissors? You would be cute with that crooked smile of yours if it wasn't caused by the loss of her hair.

“There are a lot more bad things going on in the city. Accidents happen all the time, Paku.” Nobunaga puts his hair into a bun. Pakunoda remains silent. “We can’t let anyone else know. Only ones in this room.”

As said, bad things happen to kids in Meteor City all the time.

Sarasa decided to go find a tape instead of you since you have a habit of picking blanks. You stomped your foot in protest. You wanted to go! You’d finally had the right directions to pick up some good tapes, anyway. Alas, Sarasa went while Chrollo soothed you.

She skips along and sees a few men ready to welcome her in the worst way.

“Is it her?” Uvogin’s heart is racing. It's pounding so loud it’s in his ears. The rain is the only outside noise as Chrollo reluctantly opens the bag.

Chrollo opens the bag and sees the face of Hell. Uvo grabs him and demands to know what is on the note since he can't read it. The wrong face is behind that letter, that much is known. The wrong directions were given to the wrong child. Everyone needs to know. To hear the mistake and pain, the truth.

The words on that letter will never be spoken.

_____

“The Kurta is an isolated clan with special eyes. They'd be a good cover, no?” Sheila asks. Lately, Sarasa’s murder is being brought up more and more. Chrollo is turning into the leader that Meteor City needs. And an omnipotent being. A terrifying, controlling, mastermind of a god. One that demands respect and cooperation, devotion to what he’s created: a spider. But that spider has one weakness that at a drop of a hat, can cause this god to wreak havoc on everything.

Calm and collected he appears, but thunderous when he strikes. Loyal to what is his, but horrible in all.

“So, the Kurta. Agree?”

“Aye.” They say in unison. “It’s not like anyone would miss them.”

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The more you study him, the more you wonder if he knows. Was he blind or was he in on it and spun that story of him finding her? How could any of them do this?

“Please, not you...” You whisper. Chrollo’s book is open to a page fit for an exit. A green portal opens. “No! No, no, no!”

You struggle even more as everything, except for Chrollo’s role, becomes clear. You are not the smartest, but you are stupid. Years in that blasted city has taught you valuable lessons of reading people. Years of knowing these people have given you an advantage on top of that. Well, not everything obviously. “Chrollo, what did you do?”

He glances down at you once more. “I am the Head, my fourth limb. But even a spider has a treasure to keep.”

His grey eyes are dull but with the slightest hint of possessiveness. You'd recognize it anywhere. It is the same look he gave you when you saw him today, it is the same when you first met him and he had decided to keep you under his wing, it is the same as when you finally joined the Troupe.

This wicked gleam has always sought you, always found you. Unfortunately, you could never read them other than that. Like you said, he only shows what he wants you to see and even then, it is blurry. God, you wish you could. If only for a moment to answer your question. Just a straight answer, the truth, about how or why Sarasa died. She was innocent and sweet. She was your friend! Everyone’s, actually.

So, why? What could she have possibly done to deserve such a fate? How can he not see the true culprits? What about the Kurta? Did he know and went with it anyway?

No, that’s a bad deal. It can’t be just one question and one answer. You have too many questions. And not a single one will be answered, you bet.

He drags you to the portal. The Troupe starts to enter it. Phinks looks at you for a split second. For that one second his eyes look...sad? No, that’s not possible with someone like him. Like them. You are accepting that you’re in danger, but not that these beasts have a heart or a capability of remorse.

You look around frantically. Where's Kurapika? Is he dead?

Would he save someone like you?

“(Y/n), who are you looking for?” Chrollo asks. He doesn’t even look at you. You want to call out for Kurapika, but that’d expose him to danger. No, if your boy hates you let that be so. At least he’ll be okay. Hopefully he has learned to make his own attire.

“You can’t do this, Lucilfer.”

“But dear, I can, I have, and I will.” A few more steps to the portal. “Lucilfer, I don’t want to go.”

You yank your arm out of his grasp. “Stop this! I don’t want to go. Do you know what they did?”

He calmly turns around and stares at you. He expected this behavior from you. He walks to your frozen form, causing the few survivors of the village to jump. Once again, he cradles your face and places the gentlest of kisses on your lips. They're still soft, you note. Still full and masterful.

Right as your eyes are about to close, you see that he is looking at something past you as the kiss begins to get more intense. More possessive by his hold and the movement of his lips. His grey eyes are narrowed at something that you can’t see.

Is this a claiming? What the hell is he looking at? Done being curious, you turn to look and see your boy Kurapika’s horrified and furious expression. You have no thoughts other than your impending fate. Your vicious crimes and relentlessly cruel past have resurfaced in the form of a wicked man. The boy you took care of and never verbally admitted you loved him as your own, is ruined even more. His heart is broken.

Sarasa is gone, the Spider reigns supreme, and you are stuck. There are more questions than answers at this point. Too many lies from a group that cling together in some sick and twisted loyalty. You have accepted that in the middle of that is the boy you admired and maybe even loved.

And you finally understand what Phinks meant. It wasn’t remorse, it was pity for an old and spoiled friend as they are pushed onto the spider’s web.

#chrollo lucilfer #chrollo lucilfer x reader #hxh #chrollo x reader #oof he's got me #angst #slight yandere #yandere #yandere chrollo #yandere chrollo lucilfer #yandere hxh #smut #mild smut #hunter x hunter #phantom troupe #hxh fanfic #q #cant be the only one who thinks the cross tattoo looks like a web??

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gojo: *tries to show off so his students think he's cool*

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Heat of the Island Chapter 3

chapter one+ chapter two

Summary: Izuku calls out for him repeatedly. All of them, really. No one looks back other than the subtle glances from Kirishima. Even though they are willing to let you die, you call for them too. For their common sense and patience, and life.

an: I may come back to this idk yet. It's almost over tho!

Shouto and you are out of the plane only to see everyone standing in front of you. They’re soaking wet and are in the sheer blue light. It covers the area so much that you could swear the vibrant blue sky touched it. Except for you. Even Shouto has a faint tint of the menacing and frequently occurring blue shade on him. When he makes eye contact with you, you quickly look away. You don't know why since he has never made you nervous or anything. Even when he was in his icy emo phase.

Excitedly, you call out to the group. “You guys, the monitors are working! The radio work-”

“We know, L/n. We always knew. It was too convenient that nothing was working despite the plane looking fine.” Kirishima crosses his large arms. “Convenient?”

“Don’t act dumber than you are, Quirkless.” Bakugou huffs. Never has he made fun of you for that. In his first year, he grew to get over his prejudice. “Stop it Kaachan.” Midoriya moves in front of you along with Shouto. They take a protective stance, one that you didn't expect since you've been here. Mina rolls her eyes.

“If you two don’t move as God as my witness, you’ll get the beat down of a lifetime.”

Much to your surprise, Koda moves in front of you too. With a surprisingly loud voice, he yells, “I’ve been trying to tell you that Denki witnessed everything not working! You won’t listen!”

Are they serious right now? Do these people who you’ve known for years really think that you were in control of this? How dare they. How could they believe that you would trap people here! How in the hell did they come up with the audacity to think that you want to be trapped with them?

Bakugou throws his hands in the air then tugs on his hair roughly. “How are you not mad?! All of this is suspicious! We crashed because of her. Her stories don’t add up. How are you not see her villainy?”

“(Y/n) is not a liar or a villain. You know this. If anyone is, it’s you.” Shouto stands firm in defending you. Kirishima scoffs. “Ha! Midoriya told us about the whole ‘blue light’ thing. And how she won’t accept that it’s the heat. That it is clearly in her head.”

“Because Midoriya and I are the only ones that see it!” You peek over Shouto’s shoulder. You notice the way Bakugou looks at Shouto. He's like a deer in headlights as Shouto slices through his ego, his pride. Bakugou went through so much with the League. He never thought of the villain's brother to say anything since Shouto carried so much guilt. They've been friends for so long that even you weren't expecting it. A part of you sympathizes with Bakugou. But it goes out the window the longer you look at him.

“He can barely see it! It’s the heat, (L/n). The fact that you keep telling him these lies is making him anxious-all of us anxious! You’re doing this on purpose.” Ashido stomps her foot.

“How?!” You are so tired of this. As you begin to get to your wits end, you notice Shouto’s heavy breathing. He tenses up, eyes as cold as before.

Bakugou slowly walks towards you. “Funny how you knew where the water was, that the monitor magically started working at the time you killed Ochako-”

“Bakugou, enough! You fucking know she didn’t do that!” Shouto takes steps towards the blond. Bakugou scoffs. “Hell, she probably jinxed the storm! And for all we know you helped.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me.” Pipes Asui. Where is all of this coming from? These accusations are extremely delusional. He just said it: you’re quirkless. How is it that you can do all of these things that would honestly need a quirk. They’re changing and not for the better. It is a matter of time before they turn on each other once you die. There would no longer be a common enemy. Except for maybe Shouto? The comment of how he must've 'helped' is showing the terrible colors they wear.

Shouto begins to get angry. You can tell without even being the reason for his anger. “If you people do not shut the fuck up .”

He’s always had a foul mouth. Anyone who knows him knows that he’s rude and gets away with it by acting clueless. But he isn’t one to just push it out like this. That is more of Bakugou’s speed.

“Hm, you aren’t one to talk, Todoroki. You’re too close to her. Too infatuated. Too bitter. A spitting image of Dabi. ”

“Tsu...” She quickly corrects you about using her last name. Midoriya reaches his hand out to you from behind. It clasps around yours. His thick fingers rub your palm. “Enough, everyone. The heat, the island, is obviously messing with everyone. The plane is almost done so it won’t be for much longer. Just be patient.”

“Ha, we’re not waiting for her.” The blond walks to the left and points to a simple boat that will not hold every single person. In fact, it looks like you’d be left behind. It would not be surprising if the those who stand for you right now would turn their back for a chance to get on. “That is going to get us somewhere. Waiting for her will take even more time.”

Leaning in, he snarls, “We ain’t waiting for that lying, vicious, killing, thing like you .” He looks up at Shouto. "And you."

And to think the two of you used to be close. You were the first one to give Bakugou a smore that you made of the stove top. He was weary of it saying that ‘it looks too sweet’ but once he had one, he always came to you for it. He was the one to encourage you in the roughest ways and the one who always came to you for weather reports. At the most random times he’d call for an ‘accurate report because he doesn’t trust these fleabags.’ Meaning news reporters and Hawks. Still, he'd never bad mouth Shouto's tragic story. Why start now?

You want to cry again. Do you even have any more tears?

Even if it was for Momo? One of the sweetest people. She loved visiting the support course and only trusted you with her costume. It took a couple of alterations, but by her third year you managed to make a costume she could use that was a little more modest. Momo mainly uses it in the winter since she no longer worries about how she looks. Momo...so uplifting, so kind and gentle. How many cups of tea has she given you? Will you ever have them anymore? No, you don't want to.

Ashido, your laugh buddy and giddiest friend. Asui, the one who taught you how to do the basic swim moves. The first one to help you in case you needed saving at a pool. Hell, she would stay by your side the entire time. And Ochako, your cherub face friend who has left too soon. You stop before you can continue going through the list of friends you have lost in just a span of a few days. There is no need to dwell on it; not when there is a chance of survival that they will take from you. The love you had, and you got from them is gone. You've decided. There are no more tears to shed. You've done enough for a lifetime.

The rain stops in the middle of the argument. The clouds are still grey and the air atrociously thick with conflict. What could have been a peaceful island has turned into nothing but a nightmare. Cool, crystal clear, water. White sand that is warm and toasty. The luscious trees and greens that inhabit the island in the most beautiful way stand so tall and broad. Every pretty detail is deceptive. Your past friends fit right in with the island’s lies.

This whole thing was a mistake. You should have taken a different plane. You never should have answered their phone call for the favor.

“Give us the brat.”

You gasp at the demand. What could they want with you?

“No, Kaachan.” You’re about to die right now. Bakugou glares at you and ignores his childhood friend.

Kirishima throws his hands in the air. “It’s all her fault! Why are you defending her?” You push your way through the two huge bodies in front of you. “I made mistakes, we all know that. Just how is it all my fault?”

He stares at you as if you’ve grown two heads. He moves his soaked red bangs out of his face. “You crashed the plane, won’t fix it or the radio-”

“The radio worked. We heard Shouta on it. So, that point is ruled out! And, how come Momo won’t make one? Why pin this whole thing on me?” What’s happening to you? Snap out of it!

“She can’t, L/n!”

You scoff and kick the sand that circles around your feet. “Says who? You? Her? I don’t know guys, I'm suspicious.” You throw their words and tone back in their face. Kirishima's face becomes as red as his hair. He looks like a bull. With venom, he says, "More useless than I am, and yet you act all high and mighty."

He starts to growl and come towards you. Sick of being the weak one, you pick up some of the sand and throw it at him. “I’m so done with you people! Nagging, blaming, whining, with absolutely no input on how to actually get off the island. No! What you care about is-is-breaking us up! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Bakugou wipes his face of sweat. “ You are. You crashed us down and killed Jay. We’re stuck on an island with a villain,” He huffs and smirks at you with the most wicked gleam. “Just wait, Y/n L/n. Wait until we get off of here and fry your ass.”

You gasp, wondering what he’s talking about and yet knowing full well what it means. “I am not a villain nor did I kill my friend, Jay. I don’t know how, or why, he died. I don’t know. I pray for his soul more than you will ever know,”

You take bold steps towards the man. “You can never tell me that you care what happened to him. Bakugou, you would always call him a nuisance and wouldn’t like when he came with me to events. I remember that. I'm not blaming you, any of you, for his death. No, never. But I’ll tell you this once and once only,”

Finally up to him, looking up at the man who has fought wars and demons, taken on every challenge and holding his fist in victory, the man with a scar on his face from his fight with Tomura, when he had died at the age of sixteen for the people without hesitation. He had achieved your respect. Now, he has lost it, a precious, fragile, and rare thing.

“Leave Jay’s name out of your fucking mouth, Katsuki Bakugou.” You place your hand on his chest, feeling his beating heart. You back away from him slowly, not turning your back to them. When you reach to the people that believe you, that have obtained some form of their natural selves, the ones that lay in front glare.

“Not taking escape seriously, huh? Well, damn, (L/n)! Looks like you haven’t been paying attention!” Yells echo to the all-knowing sky. Random things, unimportant nothings that no one will even remember. All useless and truly not worth noting. The swings and holds that each of them do is out of character. You stay out of the fights and observe how they could fall so greatly and so hard.

"Stop." Just a simple word from you gains their attention. The blue layer covers them all now, and you feel exhausted. Not because you did anything, hell no you stayed out of the way, but the emotional toll it's taking is too much. The island...it has to be. There is no other way.

“Whatever, (L/n). Come on you guys.”

Momo leaves the face off and heads towards what you feared this whole time other than death at the hands of man, a boat. A boat that won’t carry everyone here. A boat that was meant to leave you stranded at this God forsaken island of mystery and running out of food, safety, and water.

These heroes mean for you to die alone, to die by the wrath of nature. What could be scarier than the unknown of the island? The heroes that hate you get on the boat except for other: Denki. Kirishima looks at him expectingly, continuously gesturing to the boat. “Denki!”

“I don’t know guys. I just have this feeling, y’know? In my gut and it’s saying to not get on it. That we need to stick together and with the plane.”

“Fucking Dunce-face!”

“Denki!”

He puts his hands up. “I know, I know! Just listen, please! I don’t understand it either but it’s there. So get off of it!”

“Fuck you.” Bakugou says with finality.

“Deku, Shouto, you coming?” Ashido reluctantly asks. Her leg bounces as she waits for their answer.

“What about Koda?” You yell. Are they considering leaving him behind? Thunder rings above you once again. It startles you back to the safety of Izuku and Shouto.

Kirishima’s eyes are blank. There is nothing there. They don't think much of Koda, do they? Momo boards the boat once again. When Bakugou sees that his childhood friend isn’t coming, he sucks his teeth and pushes the boat to the water. That is the last time he looks back.

Izuku calls out for him repeatedly. All of them, really. No one looks back other than the subtle glances from Kirishima. Even though they are willing to let you die, you call for them too. For their common sense and patience, and life.

“Guys! It’s a storm you have to come back! Please!” Just like you thought, the storm came back. Those few minutes without it were just a short break. You walk to the shore, being slightly pushed back by the wind. The rain hits your face harder and harder, no longer being sprinkles. Lighting crashes down in the distance.

“Come back!” Each of you scream. Nothing is going right. They aren’t coming back, nor do they want to. Ever since you came to this island, since the plane was mysteriously pulled down, there has been nothing right. It is like everything is the opposite or confusing. It doesn’t affect you much, but it is starting to. You guys can’t leave yet. Not with this storm looming over your heads. Giving up on the boat that is getting farther and farther away, you head to the plane for shelter. The more you thought about them leaving, the more you question. Should they have left? The island can be home. To just lay down now and survive-

“What are you doing? They-”

You snap out of it. Shaking your head you say, “I know Izuku. They're not coming back. We have to find shelter!” Not wanting to argue anymore or think about your previous thoughts, you enter Betsy.

The leaves on the trees sway back and forth. The wind becomes even more fierce. The water splashes from the storm. Looking outside the window, you see how strong the waves are getting. They get closer and closer, becoming more vicious by the minute. Every storm that the island faced was miniscule compared to this one. It is as if God is angry at the island, at the people that have turned on each other for stupid reasons.

Once you see it, the air is taken from your lungs. Huge waves beat against every rock they meet. The shore is getting smaller as the water gets closer. The island, as strange as it is, seems to be breaking by the weight. You run out to tell everybody to get inside. Thankfully, it isn’t needed. The first one in is Denki, then Koda. Shouto is next with a reluctant Izuku.

“We have to find them!” Izuku shouts over the noise. You roll your eyes. “Betsy isn’t ready yet and the storm is strong.”

“You’ve flown through worse, (Y/n).” He’s right. When Gichi Shigaraki, All For One, had wreaked havoc outside Tomura’s body, he somehow got ahold of NIne’s quirk. How he did that, you don’t know but you fought against everything he and Tomura had to offer to evacuate the people.

You remind yourself of the wrath and hatred you faced with the most villainous people in the world. Compared to them, this storm is nothing. But you’re strangely confused about it and scared. Like it’s your first time flying all over again. These jitters, this anxiety flowing through your body with every rock of the wind. This is nothing compared to your strength. You must remember that.

“I crashed the plane.” You did. Betsy, of all planes, is down. You're a failure of a pilot and dangerous. Why are you in the chair? You, out of everyone, deserves to stay on the island.

“I believe you. What you said about it being pulled. All of it. You might be a lot of things, but a liar isn’t one of them. I think there is something wrong too.” Shouto says.

For the second time since you’ve landed, someone said those words: I believe you. Everyone has shaded you, has treated you like a villain this entire time and for someone, Shouto, a hero , to say that he believes you means everything. Ochako was the last person to have shared some of that belief. To the very end she was a hero and kind.

“Please help us. The waves will sweep everything away.” Izuku’s right. The waves are bigger and are crashing against the land. Betsy is rocking and will be pulled away soon. She may not be able to float right now. “I can do this...”

“It’s now or never. We won’t make it till the morning.” Izuku has hopeful eyes. He speaks the truth. It just feels like it. It looks like it. This is the end of the road. Betsy will get swept up in the storm if she stays, if she sits in the sand and is left out on the sea.

With how the storm is looking, it isn’t natural in your eyes. Something is wrong, off, odd.

“We have friends to save, (Y/n). Please save us.” Shouto comes closer to you and places his hands on your shoulders.

“Betsy is going to get swept up. This island is not safe. We need to go.”

“I know.” It’s high time anyway.

Suddenly, the storm somehow misses Betsy and curves to the left. It strikes the trees and rocks further inward. You blink several times to make sure that it's not just you seeing things. The blue haze glazes over it. Embedded in its structure. The way the storm is behaving is not of God. Against God you tremble, against the world you stand tall. You fought the demon kings in order to evacuate and save people. You can do this. Just aim high.

“Let’s roll. Everyone buckle up! Denki you’re with me.”

He screams. “ In front?!”

You nod at the electric bastard. Comical tears stream down his face. Denki slowly makes his way to the front. You roll your eyes at the man and push him. No one has time right now. This surge of confidence and energy you have may fade away.

“Come on Betsy.” Sitting in your beloved chair, you flip the switches. “Denki, juice her up with everything you got.”

“Right here?!”

“Yep. Touch the dash and give her life, right now.” It is not practical. In reality, he needs to be at the engine and guts. But now is not the time for technicalities. He turns his head to you. “That’s the Pilot I remember. Nice to see you again.”

“I t’s good to be back.”

Denki shocks her and lo and behold, she starts. You push her wheels out and further into the island. Like you’ve before in desperate situation, you turn her quickly. You give her as much speed as you can, dodging the water that reaches closer and the blue tint that wants her, all of you.

When she’s ready, you pull her up.

And off you go.

“I’m pretty sure planes aren’t normally like this!”

“Of course they aren’t! A teenager built this. Nothing on it is normal!” It isn’t. Not a single feature that resembles a normal plane. Who cares? She’s the best there is, and so are you.

Gone is the lost and confused (Y/n).

Before God you will cry, plead, beg, and be fearful. But this island and storm remind you too much of man. Something everyone can beat. Including a quirkless child like yourself.

#bnha #shouto todoroki x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #bnha fanfic #mha #my hero academia #a mess but oh well #it was late at night when i wrote+edited this and u can tell

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“why do you insist on tearing us apart when we could be so happy together?”

you sigh, rubbing your forehead where a twinge of pain is settling in. “satoru—“

“no! don’t start,” he exclaims, stretching his arm out between you. “you knew my mochi was in there, and you knew it was mine, so why?”

peering up at him, you tilt your head. “we can go get more.”

“it’s not the same,” satoru pouts, opening the fridge again. “it was waiting so patiently for me to eat it, and after a long day, i come home to find it GONE!”

you now stifle a laugh under your palm at his dramatics. “baby, the store is across the street.”

throwing his palm up, satoru shakes his head. “don't speak to me."

"i love you?" you try, voice reaching a higher pitch.

"hmmm," satoru squints at you. "remember that when you think of betraying me again.”

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Heat of the island chapter 2

Summary:

“Wh-a-you?” He’s breaking up slightly. “The tracker is on, can you trace it?” Shouto grabs your hand. You give it a slight squeeze. “Fo-” Silence, completely deafening silence. Neither you nor Shouto breathed. Shouta Aizawa had been cut off before he could finish what he was saying.

first chap

tw: Bully, storms, fear. i dont own bnha or the characters.

As the sun sets, you work on the radios. Everyone has left you to complete the tasks of fixing it and to get the plane running. During this time, you notice that it isn’t damaged in the slightest. The outside isn’t even scratched, and the inside is perfect. Is something else amiss or did you fly it better than originally thought?

Never mind that last part. If you were a good pilot, you’d never be stuck on some God forsakenly beautiful island where the white sand travels long, allowing the gentle movements of the cool water to touch it. This pretty ass island with lush greens and tall shady trees, and the subtle breeze of air that smells so fresh.

You hate it. You hate all of this stupid nature.

“Come on, come on.” The radio gives nothing to work with. “Damn it...”

You wipe your forehead from the sweat. Despite the beauty of the place, the heat is extreme. It has to be a hundred or more.

“Fuck it.” You take off your shirt and are left with your undershirt that is this close to leaving too if it gets any hotter.

In just a few hours, what is left of Shouto’s ice quirk has been used the most. From people coming up to him and placing their head on his hand, to him cooling down the plane you are stationed in. Bakugou, who has stripped you of first name rights, glares at him every time he does.

And no, you don’t miss the looks given to you. Never in your life have you received such judgement when you buried Jay. Were you just supposed to leave him to decompose in the sun? He was gone with no way home.

Dead. His body completely changed from how you first saw it to look as if he was sleeping. When you laid him to rest, it was exceptionally disturbing since he didn't look dead at all. With each pound of dirt that covered him, the scene looked horrid. Like you were burying him alive.

Wiping your tears, you continue to work. By this time however, you don’t know if they are tears or beads of sweat as gross as it sounds. Giving up on the radio for now, you switch to the plane. It hasn’t turned on but physically everything is okay. “It’s gotta be electrical then.”

Your plane doesn’t have gas since it is an energy-based plane. At the time, you thought it would be cleaner.

Damn. The only thing you can think of right now would be to jump it like a battery, leaving Denki to be your human charger. His quirk may not be working perfectly, but little consistent jumps may help this pretty girl.

You jump up and run to Denki who is working next to Momo. Right when you exit the plane to call out his name, the black haired genius falls. Everyone gathers around her, trying to fan her as much as they can.

Momo has always been one of the healthiest people you’ve ever met. Seeing her faint is not an easy sight. Mina fans her and demands she get water. Everyone freezes. They didn’t think about that at all. Everyone has been reeling from this and the loss of the use of their quirk, that people forgot about water and food.

“Oh, I got it!” You run back to the plane to get some supplies. The passengers have their own supply of food and drinks while the pilots have theirs. The supply isn’t much but at least Momo can have something.

You take a bottle water from the passenger’s supply and run to Momo. Before you leave, you grab the first aid kit that is placed in Recovery Girl’s first doctor bag. You hand the bottle to Mina and watch her open it. Reaching inside the black bag, you feel the smelling salt. It is an old practice but one that Recovery Girl still uses.

Momo wakes up quickly once she smells the strong salt. Mina gives her the water immediately. “Please drink, Momo.”

The woman sips on the water. Her black eyes start to become focused. “What happened?”

“This heat is too dangerous. We have to do something.” Momo looks at around then her black eyes land on the bag. She turns to you with a warm smile. “Thank you, (Y/n).”

“No problem,” This heat, this island, is way too much. It is a terrible atmosphere that is making everyone more irritable by the second. For the first time since discovering Jay’s body, you’ve been granted some kind of kindness. “If you’d like, you can come with me to Betty away from the sun.”

She shakes her head no. “No, we have so much to do out here that need my attendance.”

Afterwards, Bakugou’s words to a few others do not go unnoticed. “Funny how she had that the entire time.”

“Right?” Koda?

“It makes sense that she does, Bakugou, now stop.”

That's just ridiculous. It's not like the plane's supplies were a secret! Like everyone else, you didn’t even focus on all of that. While they were building shelter and scoping out the place, you were doing your own thing to help out. You weren’t hiding or hoarding anything.

Running into Denki, you ask him to help you with the radio.

“Don’t you think he’d be better over here, L/n?” Asks Tsu with a tone that rubs you the wrong way. Snooty? Rude? Condescending or something? It's hard to place but it definitely isn’t good.

And this is coming from Tsu. The first one to always ask people to call her by her first name. Shoulders lowering, you look at her and answer, “No, I need him for just a minute.”

As the two of you leave for the plane, someone says, “Check on him soon, I'm serious.” Of course, a few people laughed.

Denki nervously chuckles. “Haha, not necessary, right, Pilot?” Smiling a little, you assure him that he’s fine and you just need him to give the plane and radio a little juice. “Oh! Okay. Not a lot right? Because I can only do a little.”

“Trust me, it won’t be much. Even if the radio only starts, you’d be a huge help.”

His cheeks get a different shade of pink than what the sun gave him. You go to the wall where a hidden compartment is and hand him some sunblock and aloe vera. “I packed it when I was hired to take you guys to the island. I though Jay and I could get a little sun before we took off.”

He stills and gives his condolences. “I’m so sorry, Pilot. This whole thing is fucked up.” You thank him.

“Hey, once we’re home, we’ll give him a big send off.” You giggle at the thought. “He was dramatic. He’d love that.”

Clearing your throat, you point to the radio. “I just need a little jump. If this works then we just might be saved.”

Denki focuses on it. Little sparks emit from his hands and onto the device. With ease, the meter moves. “Again.”

Little happens. “I’m sorry, Pilot.” Shaking your head, you lead him to the controls. “Here, try this.”

Denki does his best again. “Damn it!” He places his hands on the dash. Rubbing his back, you say, “It’s alright. Betty probably took more of a beating than I'm assuming. It's not you, Denki.”

“If you need help again, you’ll get me?” There is a smidge of hope in his voice. Eager to please and desperate to get off the island.

“Absolutely. We need you, Denki.”

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Night falls on the heroes and one quirkless pilot. The night provides a chill that they relish before it becomes too cold for comfort. Momo orders for them to build a fire. Sticks and branches are in a pile around rocks that were found. Shouto provides little flicks of flames that take too long to catch up. Bakugou begins to get even more irritable. So, you try to provide a solution.

“Why not just get into the plane?”

“Not everyone wants to go back in there when you crashed it, (L/n). It's a little fucking traumatizing.” Mina snaps. You look just as surprised as she does. She places her hand on her mouth. “P-Pilot, I'm so sorr-”

“Some things need to be said.” Eijrou, Kirishima, looks down at the ground in his squatting position. Never had you ever received any kind of hostile treatment from them. Every time they see you, they give you a big kiss and a hug. It was always love with them two.

Izuku calms everyone down. “The fire is going to kick up any second now. No reason to fight. Pilot, we’re the heroes, okay? We know a little better, that’s all that they meant.”

Lies. That isn’t what they meant at all. You want to object but the expression on his freckled face is pleading with you to not fight. This is what he thinks is the best course of action. Bakugou’s brows furrow even more. You are sure he'll develop wrinkles soon.

“Too fucking long!” He sticks his palm up and fires his explosion. At the same time, wind blows. Unexpectedly, it pushes the flames from his quirk to the wrong direction. The flames hit the trees directly. The smoke hits the sky. Like it knew what to do, it sends droplets to the stranded heroes and a single pilot. It's now colder than it was before.

“Why did you do that, Katsuki?! It didn’t work at the training camp so what made you think you could do it now?!” At the mention of the camp, he gets in your face. “Look here you little shit-”

“Kaachan!” He tells his friend to shut up. Turning back to you, you glare at him fiercely. Kirishima tries to tell you that it isn’t necessary to scold him and that it was worth a shot.

“Some things need to be said, right?” Kirishima looks at you like you struck him. For a second you feel almost bad for throwing his words back into his face. Then again, who the hell cares right now?

Everyone stops talking when Bakugou grabs your arms tightly. “Stand the fuck down.” He growls.

It's scaring you; you admit that. He's bigger and stronger than you. And even though his quirk is only a fraction of what it usually is, it is still lethal. Hell, you’re scared and angry of all of this too! If they can show their emotions, why can’t you?

“Kaachan, please.” Izuku comes in the fray and tries to separate him from you. “Control the bitch, Deku. I mean it.”

“This is the shit we have to deal with, everybody. Fucking useless. Thank God we have Momo.” Bakugou yells. Half the people who you thought were your friends, honestly consider his perspective. You're just too suspicious, right? And useless. Who’s to say that the plane isn’t working in the first place. Why go by your word of all things?

Dread hits your stomach when the assumptions of their thoughts cross your mind. You may not have danger sense but you do have a brain. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to deduce that you are in danger.

Izuku’s One For All’s danger sense is slightly ringing. “No, that can’t be it. I must feel something in the forest.” He whispers.

He’s in denial.

You don’t want to sleep outside with them. Like your first mind, the plane ends up being your bed. Izuku decides to sleep with you inside. He tells you it’s because of the cushions. Both of you know it’s because of what happened. Denial is a strong beast, even for the current number one hero.

In the morning, you peek out the window to see Momo creating small things to give to Asui. The structure is odd. No, you know what it is not even seconds later. It’s a boat. One that won’t hold everyone.

----

The heat is even worse in the morning. The night before seems like heaven compared to this hell. Outside is so hot, you swear you see slight blue rays beating down on everyone. By this time, everyone has stripped down to their knickers. Everyone can be embarrassed later, once they got off this God forsaken island.

Ochako comes to you and asks for the supplies you have in the plane. Gladly, you give it to her. Before she leaves, she touches your warm face. “I believe in you, (Y/n).”

“Why do you say that?” You want to know. For there to be some kind of truth to it. “Because you’re not a liar. You're brave, Pilot. We know who you are. And I trust that.”

That is all it took to put a smile on your face for what you hope would be forever. Especially when you catch static on the radio. When you hear it you do a happy dance. Static is better than absolutely nothing. Shouto comes inside to see your dance. You abruptly stop and are about to tell him the good news when he drags you outside. “What’s wrong?”

“Why did you stay in? It’s past dinner.” You didn’t know about dinner. Oh well. It's not like you wanted to have a meal with them right now. Usually, you’d eat late anyway.

With a breathy chuckle, you say, “To fix the plane, silly. By the way, I got a static on the radio! If the radio is working on the plane, then it shouldn’t be long till this baby runs.”

He uses his right hand to rub your neck. “That’s good, (Y/n).”

You hum at the cool sensation.

That’s when you see that you missed Momo separating rations that you gave them. “ The hell?”

“You didn’t know?” Turning your head to him, you snap at him. “Now how the fuck would I know about this, Shouto. Why in the hell wouldn’t I be here?”

He shrugs and pushes you along by your neck. He's being rougher than needed too. Don’t smack him, don’t do it.

“(L/n)! Here’s yours.” Momo points to the saddest pile of food and water you ever saw. “The audacity...”

While everyone has more food, they also have more water. What the hell are you? A cactus or something? “That’s it?”

“We’re heroes doing all the work so we need more. That and my quirk requires me to eat more than you. You wouldn’t want to take that away, would you?”

“Pfft, I’m thinking fairly.”

“Oh, (L/n). We're heroes. We know better.” You roll your eyes at her. Whatever the hell happened to her is beyond you. Normally, Momo is a fair person who wouldn’t dare have anyone go hungry.

This sad ass pile of fucking food.

As you get closer you see what these bitches put in there. A few small water bottles, some crackers, chips, other shit that’ll make you thirsty, and...honey roasted peanuts.

Your eyes are burning. No one else has peanuts. Just you.

“We thought since you are fond of them that you would want them.” Momo explains. You stare at the woman sitting on a rock who carries an innocent look on her face. As you study closer, you see the smirk.

“They’re harmless, (L/n). They won’t kill you.”

You grab a rock and throw it right at her face.

---

Idiot Izuku Midoriya catches it in time and Stupid Shouto throws you over his bare, broad shoulder. You slew obscenities that shocked them. Because of the disrespect, you pulled out the thirteen dirty words that Mr. Krabs knew.

“Put me down. Put me the fuck down!” You yell as you smack Shouto’s back. Then, you are put down inside Betty. Izuku and Shouto blocked the entrance of the plane.

“Go inside and calm down, Pilot.”

“Get out of my way.”

“No.” Izuku shifts his weight in order to block you.

“You’re going to have to move some time.” Going into your sanctuary, you close the door. Although it seems that you acted like a child and slammed their bedroom door, it was really you not wanting anyone to see you cry.

How could they do that to you? Rub Jay’s death in your face? Jay, your student, your friend, your partner in crime. Someone you knew and cared for so dearly. Someone whose body you discovered. A horrific sight tattooed your mind. Jay’s body is buried here. You had to bury him.

You bought the peanuts. You left to go to the bathroom.

His loss is etched in your soul painfully. It won’t get out, no matter how much you claw your chest.

Honey roasted peanuts. You have to eat them since they took the majority of your pile.

You lay down on your back and place your arms over your eyes. You don’t know how long you cried like that nor do you care. You don’t care how loud you were either. Whether they heard you scream ‘peanuts’ or ‘Jay’ or ‘I’m so sorry’, ‘and I hate you’; you don’t care.

Because scratching your face and chest and throat isn’t working.

You're on your side when you decide to get up. Your head is pounding and eyes are burning but it is nothing in the end.

It's quiet outside. There's not a single hum other than the little noises from the birds. Stepping outside, you see Izuku, leaning against the plane. “What’re doing?”

He jumps up and rubs his neck. “The plane really isn’t comfortable, y’know?”

“Izuku.”

Sighing, “Right. I just, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“And not going to hurt her.” You meant every word you said to her.

He shakes his hands. “No! No, I mean it. That whole thing was inappropriate and insensitive. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine. I want to shower though.”

He agrees. “No, not you! I’m talking about me, ha ha.” Rubbing your face, you try to put him at ease. “It’s okay, Izuku.”

He releases the breath he was holding. “I’m going to find water.” You leave him and head for the woods or jungle or whatever the fuck it is. You don’t even know or care at this point. “I’ll go with you.”

At first you don’t mind or even wonder why he wants to, until the event with the peanuts crosses your mind. Is danger sense telling you something again, Izuku?

Leaves from the never ending trees provide shade and slight coolness. Any type of relief you’ll enjoy right now. While heading straight, you find a fork made from stones piled on each other. “What?”

“Is that normal on an island?” You shake your head no. It wouldn't be odd if the rocks didn't feel...weird? There is something unnatural about the formation. “At least I don’t think so. I failed geography. You’ll go one way and I'll go the other?”

“If you fear anything, call me, okay?” You walk away when he grabs you gently. “I mean it, (Y/n). Please promise me.”

“I promise, Izuku. I’ll let you know of anything.” He lets you go as the two of you part ways. Your way isn’t as thick as his, but it is bumpier. The trees are actually thinning out as opposed to the previous trek. The stones are laying flatter as you continue to walk.

“Whatever.” You mutter as you continue to dodge leaves and the occasional bugs. “Why can’t Koda prove himself useful, eh Bakugou? But no. He's gotta help build stupid shit.”

Ugh, you’re still not over the boat they’re building.

They must really hate you now. It's fine because Betty will start up again and when she flies, she’ll look over the dipshits stranded in the water.

In the midst of your anger, you completely miss the random coconut that lay on the ground, causing you to trip. “Ow, my fucking titty...”

When you push yourself up is when you see it. A body of water surrounded by sand and rocks, a small waterfall and is filled with pure blue water. In the water are smooth pebbles that are a beautiful shade of brown, the waterfall blends the water with ripples and makes an ever so slight hue of pretty colors in it.

Suddenly, the sheer blue light that has been cast upon the island presses against everything. You notice that it disappears depending on the angle of how you look at an object. No matter how many times you rub your eyes, it doesn’t fully leave.

It starts to get hotter and hotter. You can’t stand it anymore and just decide to jump in. Whatever is in there be damned. “Izuku, I'm over here! There’s water!”

It's cool compared to the air. against what you originally thought, it isn’t that deep. The cold water comes to your chest. Your bra is soaked already but who cares? You’re dirty, hot, and smelly.

Even though there is no soap, you still relish the rinse. Rubbing it all over your body, you sigh in relief. Izuku finds you after a game of Marco-Polo. He's disheveled and covered in dirt. “Come in, the water’s cold!”

Like you, he just jumps in.

Izuku laughs. “Thank God! I can’t stand the heat anymore.”

“Well, doll, we have this water.” Although the sheer blue light is still here, you note that there is something about this water that isn’t sitting right with you. The smell is so familiar. Ever since you got to the island you’ve been a bit confused, so maybe this is one of those times?

It's not just you that's off, though. Everyone has been acting different. Especially, your so-called-friends. Ever since their quirks became MIA, it is like they’re different people. The opposites or the extremities of their personalities. You may be a little confused and irritable, you are nowhere as bad as they are.

Is it also affecting your sense of smell? Your head is already fuzzy, but it isn’t too farfetched for your nose to be wrong.

“Izuku, there’s something wrong here.” The smell of the water is so, so familiar.

“What’d you mean?” He rubs his chest with the water. Trying to not be so distracted you turn away. “There is a really, really, faint blue light. It gets hotter when it comes up. I think there’s something wrong.”

He shrugs. “It’s the heat. I noticed it too.” Looking back at him, you ask, “And you’re not curious that it’s here? Or that we might be the only ones to notice?”

“I’m sure everyone has and just haven’t mentioned it. It’s nothing, (L/n).”

The fuck?

“L/n? What happened to Y/n or Pilot?”

He comes closer to you. “Are you upset?” He’s acting weird, flirty or annoyed, you can’t tell. “No, just wondering.”

“We need to share the water with everyone. That alright with you?” He gets out and stares at you. “Or do you want to stay here?”

What is with his tone? “What’s wrong with you, Izuku?”

“Whatever happened to Midoriya?”

-----

You decide to stay behind while he got everyone else. The light has faded away and the temperature has gotten a tiny bit better. The smell of the water is still familiar and is becoming stronger.

“Is it a memory or something?”

“You found water!” Ochako yells. She jumps in before you can tell her it isn’t that deep. “Ow!”

You can’t help but laugh. She flicks water in your face playfully. This, this is normal. So why is everything changing? Is discomfort that strong of a factor of someone’s personality?

Maybe. You didn’t expect it to happen to Midoriya.

Moving towards the waterfall to avoid everyone else, Denki calls out to tell you ‘good job!’. You give him a thumbs up. You slightly jump at the sound of Asui’s voice.

“That must be an exit, then.” She stands next to Bakugou to looks to where she points.

“The backwater-stream thing? Yeah, I think it is.” Asui nods at you but Bakugou looks more annoyed than ever.

The stream separates itself from the main water and circles back towards the waterfall. It goes though the rock wall and into the unknown.

Asui sighs. “Either way, you’re right. This is an exit. It has to lead to the other side.”

“I say one of us swims it and finds out.”

He studies you intensely. “I’ll go if you’re chicken.”

Bakugou gets close to you. “You can’t even swim like that, L/n.” You flick water at his chest. “I can to! Doggy style, but it is still swimming!”

He rolls his eyes and demands a better idea. “If you don’t trust me, then Asui would be the best one.”

“I’ll do it. L/n is right. I can hold my breath longer and swim better.” Before anyone can say anything, she is already dunked and in the exit. Bakugou turns his head toward you. His voice is low and steady. “She better be okay.”

“Shut up, Bakugou.”

You don’t know how or why. The feeling is bone chilling and hair raising. Asui's screaming echo throughout the island. Everyone is desperate to get to her. She is then pulled away by Momo, who was able to go into it and grab her. She has big tears streaming down her face. Even if everyone is in conflict, you still hate to see her like this.

“T-there’s something in there. I can’t describe it! It made me feel awful and just...looked so familiar.” She looks directly at you with horrified eyes. “Almost like you.”

Confused you ask what she’s talking about. How can it be? You never moved from your spot. “I don’t know! It reminded me of you, I guess. Not exactly...I’m sorry, just can’t describe it. I know it wasn’t you but something is in there!”

Everyone stares at you. “Did you know?” Raising an eyebrow, you ask, “Kirishima, what’re talking about?”

“How could you do that! You knew something was in there and you sent her anyway!”

“I did not! How could I? Why would I?!” You scream. “She’s panicking...” Mina says. It is then you realize that no matter what you say, they won’t believe you. Maybe even Midoriya, who was somewhat with you when you found it.

“You are the one that found it, L/n. It’s only logical to assume that you knew what was there afterwards. How could you not?” Rolling your eyes at Momo, you ask, “How is that possible. Seriously, tell me. I just jumped in the water over there! How could I have known?”

Bakugou crosses his arms. “You’re telling us you jumped in the water without checking it out? You’re that stupid?” Someone snickers a ‘probably’.

“Bitch, you all did it too! You’re dumber than I am! Why the hell are you heroes so blindly following me then?”

Just like you thought: they’ll never believe you. If anyone is to be sacrificed here, it’s you.

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Later that day, you watch your back. Midoriya follows you twiddling his thumbs. Before all of this, it would’ve been cute. Just like old times. Now, after all of this, you hate it. You're scared. He's so much bigger than you. So is Kirishima, Bakugou, and Shouto. Koda is too but he’s a non combatant so you stand a chance. The girls here, although they are fierce fighters, you know how to get around them since you would all play fight or spar from time to time.

The top three? Yeah, you’re dead. And number one is right behind you.

“Y/n, can we talk?” Whatever happened to L/n?

“I know I should’ve said something.” Taking deep breaths, you turn around. “What is it?”

“I know you’re innocent.” Rolling your eyes, you ask him a question that’s been bothering you. “Why didn’t you defend me then?”

His eyes flicker back and forth. “I have no idea.”

“I’ll tell you why. It’s because ever since we’ve gotten here, your head is big. I thought maybe if one person, one, had some kind of common sense it would be you.”

You quickly leave with your screwdriver in hand. The faster you fix the fucking plane the better. And you have half a mind to leave them here.

“Y/n! Wait up!” You stop again for Ochako. “There’s something weird here, don’t you think?” Is this a prank?

“I noticed something’s wrong, too.”

“The water...it was off.” Finally, someone who has a clue. “I know right? It was familiar but I can’t put my finger on it. This whole thing has me jumbled.”

“I have an idea. I can float a little better now, so I'll float up there and see what’s on the other side.”

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It was a little later than you wanted. You suggested the plan to work in the morning, but she insisted. You went into Betty just to work on her some more when it happened: the monitors turned on. The amount of happiness that flooded Betty literally could never be measured.

Until you looked at it. The storm monitors showed a terrible storm brewing and headed straight for you. Unbelieving, you exit Betty and look at the sky. Lo’ and behold, a darkness swirled viciously, yet beautifully, in the sky.

You run back to everyone. “Ochako! Ochako, don’t do it!”

Your feet cross the ground as fast as you can on this sandy terrain. Pushing past the thicket to get to Ochako, who no doubt was probably in the air already. Finally, it started to thin out so you could run better. “Wait! Wait!”

You have to tell her, all of them. For her to not go to the sky and your discovery. The theory that comes along with it will stop her from doing this, from facing this severe storm headed towards everyone.

Then you get there and see the waterfall clearly. She is already up in the air as the clouds get darker. They press against each other gently. Why isn’t she stopping? Doesn’t she see the storm? The little droplets of rain falling on her head isn’t any indication that she should not be up there?

“Ochako, no! Cancel the plan! I have to tell you somethi-shit the storm! Get down from there!”

Suddenly, there is a smack on the back of your head. “Stop talking!” Bakugou grabs your arm and flings you to the shallow end of the water. Everyone gathers around and cheers Ochako on. All except for Shouto and Midoriya.

Shouto comes towards you and helps you up. He wipes your face when the rain gets heavier. “She can’t go up there.”

“She’s too far, Y/n.”

The wind gets heavier and heavier. The lightning strikes boldly, making Denki fall down. Ochako is then violently pushed away. She is thrown towards the waterfall and barely makes it over. Along the way she is met with pouring water that threatens to dunk her inside it in hopes to send her down the fall. Ochako screams the entire way until she is on the other side.

Everyone calls her name in worry. Midoriya jumps and jumps, pleading with the holder to wake up Float and save her. Alas, Nana Shimura remains silent to his pleas. Asui jumps towards the fall but is pushed down by the fierce wind. Momo quickly rushes over to grab her.

Shouto stands firm and covers you, making sure to hold you steady lest you be hurt by the storm also. “Come on, we can’t stay here!”

He picks you up and darts towards shore. Bakugou calls for him and receives no answer.

Back to shore, Betty comes to view, as well as the waves behind her. They are too far out to touch her. That doesn’t stop the worry for your poor girl.

The hero runs inside and sets you down on the ground right before the cockpit. Betty slightly rocks from the power of the storm. You hold onto Shouto who refuses to let you go. He cradles you close to him, his large hand on your head and his arm around your waist. You can hear his pounding heartbeat loud and clear. Despite his cool demeanor, he's as hurt and human as you are.

Images of brown flowing hair and a poor body being whipped around flashes before you. Battered from the wind and rain's brutality, you can still recognize who haunts you. Ochako. She’s not going to make it home. Just like Jay.

The storm barely covers your wail.

----

The severity of the storm lasts no longer than a couple of hours. What is left is soft patters of rain. Shouto had left you for only moments of time. He had been searching for Ochako in the storm like everyone else with no avail. No one could get up there to the top. There was no clue as to where she was. Not a speck of blood, an item of clothing, or a body.

With no way to get up there by flying or jumping, climbing and trying to find some way around it was the next best thing. Climbing failed and hurt Mina’s hands. Midoriya even tried but had fallen too. Around the area there’s nothing but trees and rocks. Not a single way to find her without some kind of help.

When Shouto came back, he told you everything. Shouto never let your crying form go. Not even as he shed a few tears of his own for his friend who is most likely gone; taken by brutal nature for her bravery. Shouto is not one to give up at all. However, the sight of Ochako swinging around like that near water and in a storm, leaves little to hope for.

The monitor goes off again. “What was that?” Shouto sits up and looks around. “The monitor!”

“Hel-” At first, the male voice was clear until the static set in. Immediately, you recognized the voice.

“Shouta!”

“Sensei?” Shouto gasps when he hears his old teacher.

“Wh-a-you?” He’s breaking up slightly. “The tracker is on, can you trace it?”

Shouto grabs your hand. You give it a slight squeeze.

“Fo-” Silence, completely deafening silence.

Neither you nor Shouto breathed. Shouta Aizawa had been cut off before he could finish what he was saying.

“We have to tell the others.”

#bnha #mha #boku no hero acedamia #bnha fanfic #my hero academia #deku x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #q

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jujutsukgojo · 3 months

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Blue Fire

Dabi x reader

He gives a breathy laugh. He moves his hold from your jaw to your back and the other hand grabs your hair.

In a low voice he asks, “Oh peaches, is it possible to be mean to the dead?”

A night of terror because Dabi is hunting you.

TW: Death by fire...because it's Dabi and bad coping. i think yandere dabi fits here. this is based on a dream i had! it was so weird and borderline romantic lmao

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Before you leave, you put the numbers in the alarm system. Exiting you do a mental check list of leaving for the night. Alarm, check. Register locked, check. Money deposited in safe, check. Check, check, check, with everything.

Thank God you get to go home and won’t be back for two days.

You shut the door and lock it. Waving goodbye at the guard, you leave out the gate. There’s no reason to worry about the guard since he’s escaping this joint in less than an hour. Given the time, you wonder if maybe you should stay to hitch a ride with him.

Nah, you want to leave now . Your back is killing you. Besides, the bus stop is only a little way from here. No fucking way do you want to stay any longer than you have to. Not with the day you had.

You stretch the aches away. The bus stop comes into view with a single streetlight above it. Thankfully, one bus has a night shift.

The sound of your shoes clicks against the ground. The only lights in the night are the streetlights and a few store signs. There are no stars today and the clouds cover the moon, unfortunately. It adds to the creepy factor.

Suddenly, there is a bright light from behind you. The shine is so intense that it makes the streetlights look dull. You turn to look at it for you to see that a man set his arms aflame with blue. He wears a dark jacket and a white shirt. Strangely, he has purple skin and dark, spikey hair. The fire rivals his blazing blue eyes.

At first, you want to talk to him and see if he’s okay. With quirks being so common, it’s normal for them to set off on accident from time to time.

Yet, there is a feeling you can’t shake. Something shivering and cold at the sight of his heat. A fight or flight alarm blares inside your mind and settles into a queasy feeling in your stomach. Instincts telling you that he’s dangerous, not because of his quirk but of his intentions. He's a villain.

You only know him by his description and murderous tendencies. Blue fire, black hair, scars; burned corpses, destroyed buildings and cities. Dabi.

“Oh hell no.” You take off and don’t look back. Not even the Lord would make you do it. You run to the other side of the street, screaming the whole way. Somebody’s going to answer you one way or another.

Even though you were facing in front of you, you somehow missed the body you collide with. It’s a man with brown hair and glasses. His suit is pristine and now has flecks of dirt. You point behind you. “What? Come down, tell me.”

You’re breathing heavily. “You don’t see him?”

“Who?”

You look behind you and see no one. It's too dark. Maybe he actually left? The man lifts you up. “Okay, tell me what he looked like. We have to be careful and vigilant.”

“It's Dabi!”

He freezes. “Alright. Let's go. This place wouldn’t help at all.”

“They have a phone, don’t they?”

“No, it’s disconnected last time I checked. They don’t keep up with this place.” He leads you down the street with his arm around your shoulder. He gently guides you and tries to calm you down. It works somewhat but you’re still outside. What if Dabi comes back?

“Did he attack you at all?”

“No, but he was behind me with his quirk up. God, the psycho could’ve killed me.”

He hums in response. It almost sounds like he’s offended.

“What’s your name?” He looks down at you with a smile and closed eyes. It could just be you being paranoid because of your encounter, but his smile seems fake. “Nico. You?”

“(Y/n). Sad we have to meet this way.”

You hear someone humming a tune and see someone with their hands in their pockets. You cross the street to them, ignoring Nico’s scolding. The guy is average height and has, most notably, a mole on his jaw. You stare at it, trying to get rid of this feeling of familiarity.

“Have we met before?” He shakes his head no. “No, I don’t believe so.”

No, there is something there. You can’t put your finger on it. You have a feeling that the encounter was a long time ago.

“What’s your name?” Nico groans at your question and says, “We don’t have time for this. Do you have a phone we can use?”

“No, it’s at home. Totally forgot it.”

Nico grabs your hand and leads you away. As he does, you look back at the man with a mole. His lips are sucked in. His eyes, you can swear, have a look of pity or something. They know something you don’t.

As the two of you get farther away from the familiar man, there is a vicious laugh sneaking up on him.

---

After a few blocks, you see another man on a phone. A man with a receding hairline and deep set eyes. The look in them tells you that he has been through it. “Sir! Sir, we’d like to use your phone for a second.”

“For what?” You notice how Nico and him slightly tense up when they look at each other. You pay no mind to it. “To call the heroes.”

“Why in the hell would I do that?” He takes a puff of his cigarette and bids the person on the phone goodbye. You release an exasperated sigh. “Dabi! I ran into him; I need to call the authorities.”

“Oh, come on. Did you see this?” He blows the smoke from his cheap cigarette in your face. If you weren't in this situation right now, you would beat his ass.

He looks at Nico. “No, I didn’t. But I believe her.”

“Of course, you do. Listen lady, I'm not buying it. No way he’d be here.” The guy scoffs and puts out his cigarette only to take out another one. Nico grabs your arm and tries to move you. “(Y/n), he won’t help us. Let’s go find another way.”

“Wait, (Y/n)? (Y/n). Oh wow. Don’t I have a story for you. There’s a deal at play. I heard it fr-”

"Smoking is bad for you, you know." A deep voice interrupts. Heat rushes towards you, aimed at the man. Nico moves you just in time. The guy screams. Before you can even go to help him in any way, Nico picks you up and runs.

Over his shoulder, you see that is Dabi next to the corpse that is withering away to ashes. Dabi stares at you as you get farther away. He cocks his head and smiles so widely. Dabi’s staples are threatening to quit as they glow orange.

Why? Why is he doing this? You barely saw him for Pete’s sake! It’s not like you walked in on him doing something. So, why do all of this?

A clock’s ring gathers your attention. It’s midnight and dead. The chance of running into someone with a phone just evaporated.

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The clouds move away from the bright, full moon. Nico passes trees and no longer is there a sidewalk. “What? Where are we?”

He puts you down to face a house. It's two stories and creepy. It doesn't look like it's been cared for. “Why the hell are we here, in the middle of nowhere?”

“There’s a good chance there’s a phone here. See, there’s a light.”

“Why not look for someone-”

“We tried that, remember? The burning man?” He grabs your hand. Your breathing is too heavy, too fast. Nico grabs your wrists and urges you to calm down. That Dabi didn’t follow us and that he got you far away from him. The two of you enter the house and shut the creaky door. You call out to any residents in the house.

The house is empty.

The burning man.

The entire night flashes before your eyes as reality finally sets in. Dabi, the maniac, was right behind you. He's hunting you. It's dark out and there's not a soul in sight other than the murderous fire wielding villain. Your knees begin to buckle. Despite all of the room, it feels like there's not enough. The world begins to spin.

You witnessed a murder. The killer is out there and he's coming for you.

“Dabi-h-he killed that guy. We don’t even know his name.” What if he had a family? Friends? A pet at home!

Nico grabs your face. Immediately you begin to calm down.

“Set that aside. We have to focus on getting help. I’ll turn off the lights while we both make sure the doors and windows are secure. Then we’ll find a phone.” You nod and immediately start with the foyer’s windows. Nico parts from you to turn off the lights. There is an instant darkness that makes you uneasy. Everything about this is sending chills down your spine.

Soon, the heroes will arrive and then Dabi will be taken away and you’ll be safe. Just lock everything up and find the phone.

You find the phone first. It's not working. “No, no, no.” you try again and again. You think the chord goes farther than normal. That is, until you actually look at it.

“Shit! It's cut.” You feel your way around to find an exit, desperate to find a phone in your panicked state. Room after room there is no phone. You didn’t see one in the living room either.

“Only one fucking phone? Seriously?”

You hear a crash downstairs. You whisper Nico’s name. “What?”

You smack the source of the noise. “Ow! (Y/n), it’s me!”

“Sorry. What’s downstairs?”

“No idea, but I got here just a second ago and there was nothing.” You want to smack him again.

“You said he wouldn’t be here! That he wouldn’t find us!” You whisper.

“That was never a guarantee. Come on, we must find a way out.”

Nico walks too slowly for your liking. You ask with a soft whisper. “Hey, Nico. Did you know that guy earlier?”

“Yes.”

“How?” You don’t look at him. “I’m a prison psychologist.”

You wait for an answer as the noise gets quieter. “He was a prisoner,” He takes a deep breath. “Our association has nothing to do with us ending up here. Right now, we have a bigger problem.”

A gnawing feeling sits at the pit of your stomach. Something isn’t right but you have no idea how to go about it. Not when there is creaking up the stairs.

You take off down the hall. The glass walls don’t cover you at all. The hallway is narrow and long. The moon only offers so much with its pitiful glow.

Like your mind was read, suddenly, there is a light. The two of you gasp when the phoneless, mole having, man appears. “What are you guys doing here?”

“What the fuck are you doing here?!”

“I asked you first!”

You growl. “We’re hiding from Dabi. You?”

“Same. I came across him and some big ass fire. Took off to the woods, stupidly.” You gesture to the guy and look at Nico. “See? Even he says it’s stupid.”

Nico rolls his eyes and walks back to him. “Do you know where he went?”

He shakes his head no. “I just took off.”

“Ok, ok. We have no phone and are stupidly in the middle of the damn woods in a scary ass house being chased by a psychopathic killer.”

“More severely emotionally disturbed or maybe borderline sociopathic, if anything.” Nico states. How in the hell and why in the hell.

“Don’t make me slap you. Stop diagnosing people, he can’t pay you.” You turn to the man without a name. “Any suggestions on what to do next?”

“Hunker down for tonight. We'll be able to see him better in the morning and have a better chance at getting help.”

Nico begins to rub your back when he sees you shake. “He’s right. As long as we are quiet and do not draw attention to ourselves, he won’t notice us. Like the gentleman said, we have a better chance in the morning.”

You ball up your fist then point to Nico. “Out of sheer curiosity, what are your guys’ quirks? Y’know, just in case?”

The late arriver who still hasn’t given you a name, answers, “Mine isn’t anything special. Every step I take I go three steps further. Like a cheap super speed shit.”

You point to Nico. “Aura. I can feel people’s aura, and most helpfully in my line of work, their intentions and mind. It helps me diagnose people and figure out their mindset.” You wonder if that is the reason you began to calm down. That perhaps there is another trick to his quirk.

Even though they are not offensive, they are still incredibly useful. You on the other hand...

“How about we rest, yeah? The lights are out and we’re quiet. Everything'll be okay.”

The man with the mole on his face grabs your hand and leads you to one of the rooms. Once out of Nico’s ear shot, you ask him, “What the hell is your name?”

“Is that important?” Before you can get the smallest answer out, a wicked noise you could swear shakes the house. The two of you freeze. A blazing blue appears outside the window.

There the Grim Reaper stands in all his flaming glory. Nope, nope, nope.

You take off down the hall. Mr. Mysterious is right next to you in the narrow hall. Nico looks up and asks, “What’s wrong?”

You roughly grab him to run. The echo of feet hurling down the hallway doesn’t hold a candle to Dabi’s laugh that is way too close. You feel warmth behind you, making you look back. How did he get in so fast? He can't teleport, can he?

Like a true devil, Dabi saunters behind. The darkness encases him with only a little leeway given by his fire. The blue eats away all that’s behind him. The smothering stench of it is becoming too much. It’s too grey, too toxic.

He begins to hum a tune. You pause from crying of fear. Slowly, as you run, you turn to look at him. The shadow still favors him and his terrible ways as it conceals most of his features despite the inferno surrounding him.

Dabi smiles so brightly at you.

What exactly did you do to warrant this? To deserve this fire from him and that smile?

You’re pushed to the side and down a wider hallway. It isn’t like the previous one that is narrow and has glass walls. Instead it is wooden trimmed and wide and leads to rooms.

Nico drags you into a far-off room. The room is a wooden office that holds a sturdy desk with no knickknacks on it or papers. The wide bookcase is bare, and the leather chairs are undisturbed.

You look at it all strangely. The bookcase has recently been cleaned. There isn’t a speck of dust or trash anywhere.

“Where are we?” You whisper. Nico and the guy board up the door quietly. “Nico, this doesn’t make any sense. Everything’s been cleaned.”

The mole guy scoffs. “That’s what you’re worrying about? Cleanliness?”

You’re going to punch him in his throat.

“Don’t you think it’s odd? I mean, come on now! Why is it cleaned, and the phone line cut? How the hell did he find us or catch up with us so fast?”

Nico pushes his glasses up. “I think there is a possibility that, uh,” he takes a deep breath. “That we might have stumbled into one of their hideouts. He could be familiar with it.”

You furiously rub your face in frustration. “Oh my God, oh my God…” you groan. The one with the mole waves his hands.

“That doesn’t matter now. We need to start talking about strategy.”

He holds you by both of your arms. “He wants you.”

“The hell he does!”

“He wouldn’t be following us had you not been involved!”

You slap the Mole. “He is chasing all of us. Stop being a coward, Mole- oh my God.”

It all comes to you then. A deep memory that you had forgotten completely.

“Hey, should you be doing this?” you question as you rub your ear. You hear the gym teacher’s booming voice telling everyone to get ready to run.

“Pfft! I’m the fastest there is! All Might couldn’t beat me.” Yuki stretches as he prepares to run.

“Ha! With that cheap super speed? I’d beat your scaredy cat, mole ass and I’m not even at full power yet.”

You elbow the source of the noise. Even if Yuki is a bit of a scaredy cat.

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“Yuki.” You say in disbelief. It has been so long since you saw him. What, eleven or twelve years? That memory is even older than that. The two of you weren’t close. Just classmates that would play together from time to time.

Did he remember you?

Suddenly, there is a bang. The door caves by Dabi’s foot. Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. Yuki, ever the scaredy cat, tries to push you toward him.

Nico is thankfully a lot braver than Yuki is. “Go, in the vent!”

You do as you’re told. As you stand on the desk and reach for the vent that is above, you could swear you see Dabi frown as he watches you escape.

The vent is small. You struggle to wiggle through it. The vent becomes hotter as time goes on. The screams become fainter as you get away.

Finally, the vent comes to a dead end with an exit leading to a floor. You slip through the ceiling and onto the floor. Sneaking out, you see that you are right at the backdoor.

You don’t hesitate to run away. Not even seven feet out and Dabi is right there with Nico. How is he doing that?

Yuki isn’t here.

“It’s kinda unfair to kill me when I’m this far.”

Dabi sighs. “You’ve always been dumb.”

“Bitch, you don’t know my IQ test scores.”

Dabi chuckles. Your eyes are on Nico. “Nico,” The madman growls when you place your attention onto Nico. “What’s going on?”

It is about time the truth came out, right? “(Y/n)-”

“Say it.” You’re right, you know you are. The eerie feeling when you first met him, his weird fake smile when you would mention Dabi in a negative way, his slow and reluctant movements, were all so telling. But y ou were so scared and desperate that you ignored the signs. However, you’ve been right the whole time about him, about it all.

“I am his prison psychologist. When he escaped, I barely made it out alive. He promised that he wouldn’t kill me if I helped him.”

“Helped him do what?” You shout. But you know why. The answer to your question all night. Why was Dabi doing this?

Nico looks down in shame. He softly says, “Find you. It was easy finding where you worked, specifically. As it turns out, Yuki and I had the same deal.”

“And that one guy? What about him?”

“He shared a holding cell with Dabi. Since he mentioned you, I assume it is the same deal.”

You take off your shoe and throw it at Nico. This is some bullshit.

“Stupid asshole! You really think he’s going to let you live?”

And just like that, Dabi wraps his arm around Nico’s shoulders. Nico’s eyes are wide. They aren’t covered by his glasses. Dread and pain and realization are glued to his face. Nico looks at you the entire time. Why? What are you supposed to do? How could he have made this deal when he could’ve easily gone to heroes? People that are more than you. Better than you. Someone who can stop this.

“She’s right.”

“Don’t!” You scream in effort. No, you are nothing. At least you can try to some degree.

Nico runs around in pain. Covered in blue, he tries to stop, drop, and roll. It is no use against the killer’s quirk. Nico no longer has the strength to stand and lands on the wall of the house. That is all it needed to erupt. The house burns right along with Nico’s corpse.

Horrified, you cover your mouth with your hand. Dabi takes this time to walk up to you.

He smells smoky and like a maple tree.

The house provides an abundant light, finally showing you Dabi’s face. His eyes are so blue.

You look up at him. Then, it hits you like a truck.

“Hey, should you be doing this?” you question as you rub your ear. The gym teacher’s booming voice is telling everyone to get ready to run.

“Pfft! I’m the fastest there is! All Might couldn’t beat me.” Yuki stretches as he prepares to run by using his quirk.

“Ha! With that cheap super speed? I’d beat your scaredy cat ass and I’m not even at full power yet.”

You elbow the source of the noise. Touya.

Touya rubs his arm and pouts. “Stop cussing and leave Yuki alone.”

“Ooh! Touya got in trouble with his girlfriend! ”

Some of the class teases Touya much to his annoyance.

The first time you met you were eight years old.

“You smell like peaches.” A classmate comes up to you. He has weird, fluffy hair and a frowny pout that’s looking like it will be permanent.

“We have a peach tree!”

“Lame. Play with me.” The two of you run around the playground, enjoying the structure and each other's company.

He comes down from the monkey bars, proud that he made it all the way across.

Just to be weird and bother your new friend, you call out to him. “Hey, Touya, can I have your lashes?” You pluck one of his flutter lashes and try to put it on yours.

“Stop, freak!” he snatches it from you. You’re about to stomp your feet when he pinches your cheeks. “Stupid peach cheeks.”

“Touya, I’m not saying you can’t I’m saying you shouldn’t. ”

“You are just like them! All of them who think I’m weak and useless!”

You smack him. “I don’t think that! I’m saying I don’t have a good feeling about this. The air feels off.”

“ The air feels off?”

You nod. “What, you finally got a quirk or something?”

It stings that he brings up your lack of a quirk. Especially when he’s been raised to believe in the strength of a quirk. In his and his family’s mind, a quirk is the basic form of a person. Without it, you’re not even a speck. And those who have strong or desirable quirks are considered humans at their most evolved. Deities.

You’re quirkless.

“That’s not funny.” Touya laughs and laughs. “You know what?! Go ahead! I’m done caring.”

You walk off and rid yourself of him. Lately he’s been insufferable about you not having a quirk. You’ve always had his back and supported him, but he can’t do the same for you.

There's a difference between friendly teasing and harassment. Being bullied is never funny. Especially by your own friend. It only proves to you that you are nothing to him when he means so much to you.

Stomping off, you don’t notice that he has shed tears at the sight of your back.

You can see the fire from your house. It is bright blue and hot. The sky is even affected by the intensity by a roaring thunder. You cry in your room as you look out the window. He’s gone. You can feel it.

It becomes too real when you go to school and the teachers tearfully explain what happened and the dangers of quirks. The sight of his empty desk and the principal emptying his cubby made you vomit.

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Years have passed. You forced those memories down. It was years of numbing yourself that got you through the guilt and helped you push all of the memories and pain away. You just couldn't handle it. So, you got rid of it.

He's close enough to smell you. “Still peaches, huh?”

You close your eyes. You remember that he called you that because of your eating habits. Back when you were with your parents, they had a bountiful peach tree. You were always munching on them.

Even now, the fruit are a staple in your home. Touya, if you remember correctly, teased you about it and in the same breath would ask for some.

He grabs your chin and makes you look up at him. “Now, now, Peaches. No sleeping.”

“What happened to you…”

“You left. ”

“You made me.”

He scoffs. He moves his hand to grab your jaw instead, smoothing your cheeks. Touya brings you in to press your foreheads together. “Nah uh. You’re not doing that today. Take some fucking responsibility, Peaches.”

“I mourned you. For so long.” Your eyes tear up. “Ha! You forgot about me, just like everyone else. Even that cheap ass speed twerp.”

“Stop being mean to Yuki.” He gives a breathy laugh. He moves his hold from your jaw to your back and the other hand grabs your hair. You gasp.

In a low voice he asks, “Oh peaches, is it possible to be mean to the dead?”

His lips feel odd yet right against yours.

#yandere dabi #dabi x reader #bnha #bnha fic #touya todoroki x reader #my dream was so weird omg #yandere dabi x reader #idk what else to put??#wrote it for Halloween and just now putting it on here #q #this is bad but it will do

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jujutsukgojo · 3 months

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Heat of the island

“How’d he die, (Y/n)?” Katsuki asks for the last time.

The last time for all of them.

There is something in the air. A sharpness to the quality that just doesn’t sit right. It is past tension and disbelief. Whatever it is, it’s off-putting and confusing. Something isn’t right and you may be the only one to notice it.

And that’s terrifying being among heroes.

A/N: i dont own bnha. tried to edit this the best i could. it's not the best but it'll work tw: plane crash, minor character death, allergies. reader x deku, reader x shouto

“Is everyone clear on the proper procedure?” You ask with your most professional voice.

“She’s acting like she doesn’t know us.” You point to the “whisperers” who are huddled together rather than listening to your instruction. “I do know you unfortunately, which is why I’m asking if you understand.”

Kaminari cackles and Kirishima rubs the back of his neck and mutters an apology. Mina jumps up with Ochako and Tsu, singing a tune about a fabulous vacation. Momo smiles sweetly and encourages it. It’s a wonder how they got through school like this, honestly.

Rolling your eyes, you go to the cockpit. Normally, you would take one of your bigger aircrafts when sporting this many people. It's just Ol’ Betty, your beautiful creation, is your flight of choice today. She wanted to fly again since it’s been a hot minute.

When you were a student in U.A., you worked tirelessly on a plane. A plane that would be safe, light, and secure. One built for speed and is amphibious too. No matter how many times Power Loader told you to make anything other than Betty, and how people made fun of her look, you were determined to finish her. Her mixed pieces of old junk metal, mix matched parts and seats, made her unique and familiar.

Finally, she was born in the nick of time. Right when Shigaraki attacked U.A. and the defenses crashed, it was you who gathered people into Betty and her attachments. She took off like lightning to Shitesku. It was your own version of heroism. Perhaps this is why these heroes trust you so much with Betty. Although she was made by your own hands, she is the best of the best. No other plane was up for the job to transport so many people yet there you and Betty were, ready, willing, and able.

You sit down and nod to your co-pilot, Jay. The plane comes to life and drives. Seconds later, she’s in the air she was made for.

“You sure are eating a lot of those.” Jay continues to eat his fifth bag of peanuts. “They’re good.”

“Honey roasted?” You ask.

“How’d you know?” You side eye him. “’Cause they’re mine punk, slow down on them.”

Jay smacks his lips and continues to eat them with one hand. You’ve known Jay since before you got your license. He was in General Studies, wanting to be a pilot. He sought you out for you to train him. Ever since then, he’s been your right hand. Jay was taking notes on how to create a Betty of his own, even though he criticized every little thing you did. To this day you want to smack the shit out of him.

“It’s okay, though. It's fair since I ate your Debbie’s.” He shrieks. “You ate my Little Debbie’s?”

You hum in response with a grin on your face. “I just love Zebra Cakes.”

“You motherfucker. I can’t have nothing nice.” He pouts and rolls his eyes at you. You laugh at him, just enjoying the ride.

The heroes you are carrying, Uravity, Deku, Dynamite, Pinky, Chargebolt, Creati, Red Riot, Froppy, Anima, and Shouto, are all relaxing and enjoying the ride. Shouto, as you suspected, is asleep the moment the flight started. Katsuki relaxes by the window at first until Izuku starts to excitedly talk about their vacation. The girls sing together and Denki dances in his seat, slightly scaring Koda who just wants to land already. Lastly, there is Eijiro who’s just trying to survive.

All these crazy ass people aboard your precious child. Thankfully, it doesn’t require gasoline like regular, old fashioned planes. No, your baby is charged up with energy and her own determination to go and get them away from you and to their vacation.

“Where are we headed anyway?” You show your co-pilot an island just west of Japan. It should be no more than a few hours flight if that long. With your experience of flying this way, it will be a breeze if everything cooperates, which no doubt it will. Betty is a speed loving machine that has never failed.

“They’re going on vacation. It’s our job to get them there and celebrate when they leave,” You poke your friend on the shoulder and whisper, “And preferably leave with a couple of drinks.”

Setting the course, you put on auto-pilot and pat Jay. “I’ll be back I have to use the bathroom.” In just a few minutes you are out of the bathroom and face your passengers.

“Pilot?” You turn to see Izuku shyly say your nickname that was given to you in high school. “Thanks for the ride.” A slight blush paints his cheeks. He looks away not wanting you to see it. The big guy practically takes up the doorway.

When you two met, you were in high school. You in the support department and him in the hero course. While he usually went to Mei for gear, you were visited for more flight-based items. Once Izuku triggered his Float, he was a client of yours too. Especially when he discovered that you were quirkless. Throughout U.A. it was only the two of you who were quirkless. Moreso you than him given One For All. Nevertheless, the coincidence of quirklessness gave a sense of camaraderie between the two of you.

Growing up with him for three years you got to see the many changes in his body. By the third year, he grew over a foot if not more. Now in the mid-twenties, his muscles are proportionate to his height. He still has his green curls but they’re shorter with an undercut now. His green eyes are still very round and big while his freckles are still prominent on his cheeks.

Honestly, it’s insane how much he’s changed physically. Izuku Midoriya is a man now. A deep voiced man that is so shy around you. Deep inside, he’s still a little nerd.

“My pleasure Izuku.” He turns beat red at the sound of his first name. After all this time he’s still blushing from it. You’ve never been one to call others by their last name. Hell, the teachers at U.A. don’t even get that treatment. You’ll never forget Shouta’s face whenever you called him that. His hair stood up and eyes glowed red and not by his quirk.

Though nothing could top Izuku’s reaction. Steam came out of his ears so much that you thought his poor head would pop off. “T-t-tanks-I mean thanks!”

Not giving up the chance to mess with him, you press it. “Well, how could it not be my pleasure to fly the number one hero.” You tease. Izuku wants to cover his face so badly.

Without the need of a mind reading quirk, you can hear the ‘You’re a hero, Izuku! You’ve faced tougher than this! You’re a man now, not a kid.’

When he first became a hero, you caught him telling himself that. Ever since then you’ve just known when he was saying it. You can admit that he’s cute. Hell, maybe not cute as much as handsome. He straightens up and stares at you dead on, ready to say something. “ Deku! You’re acting like Mineta, you little-”

“Don’t be mad because you're still on the ‘Pilot’ level, Katsuki. He’s got first name privileges.” You yell over Izuku’s shoulder. “I do?”

“Yep! It’s okay, Izuku.” You squeeze his callous, large hand. “Go on sit down. This is a safety hazard.”

“It is?!” Mina asks. “ Yes, it is miss . You’d know this if y’all listened!” It isn’t anymore at least. Not since you’ve taken off and have been in the air for a while. It's an innocent lie to get them to calm down.

You take off back to the cockpit, pushing back the red curtains for just a moment. Teenage you didn’t think about a door, okay? So the curtains stay for now.

Deciding not to check if Betty is on track, you instead lean back and enjoy the ride. Betty is on autopilot anyway. Nothing is going to go wrong.

With the singing and laughing in the back, the quiet sound of your own song, you don’t realize that this is the last bit of happiness and that you should have been more observant of your surroundings.

Suddenly, the sky is flushed with a dark blue that morphs into a stormy grey. Clouds are fluffy and reveal some streaks of light in their creases. There hasn’t been any noise yet. Nevertheless, the image itself is telling. There is a deep, eerie feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“Thunderstorm? There were no reports today...”

Before the ride, you checked everything to see how the air would be. Nothing showed that this should be happening. It was forecast that it would be a mild day. However, random storms can occur. Nothing is ever set.

Mina’s shouting is the clearest of them all. “What’s wrong with the plane!”

The turbulence is always scary for passengers. You grab the speaker and say beautiful words. “Please shut up. It's just a thunderstorm.”

“Are we going to die?!” You roll your eyes. Turbulence is scary but not concerning. It happens all the time.

“Denki, please shut up. No one is going to die. It's just a storm. We've been through worse.” You hang up the mic and continue on. It is weird that this happened so suddenly. There wasn’t any indication either. It was just a sudden darkness that washed against the sky after what seemed like a wave of blue. It kind of reminded you of an actual ocean wave.

“It’s fine. Nothing you haven’t been through before, (Y/n).”

Minutes pass with ease and only the slightest turbulence. Jay has been suspiciously quiet for a while. “Probably asleep, knowing him.”

Poking him, you call him. “Jay, how’d you expect to get to this level if you’re sleeping?”

He’s turned away from you. All you can see is the back of his head and the collar of his jacket high up on his neck, close to his cheeks. Pushing him now, you see him clearly when his face turns to you. His face has a tinge of blue and it’s swollen.

You scream at the top of your lungs.

“Jay? Jay?! Jay!” You shake him. What the hell is going on?! He was just fine minutes ago! You continue to shake him and call his name. It takes a moment for everything to dawn on you. The coldness of his skin finally wakes you up. It all starts to make sense. The peanuts, the silence, the equipment, the storm, all of it. You look at the screens again. No fucking wonder, it's because you’re off course. Jay was never sleeping. As he was suffering at some point, he must have messed with the controls on accident when you weren’t here.

He isn’t sleeping. Jay is swollen and blue and has crusted tears. Calling and crying his name isn’t waking him up. He’s not breathing.

His seatbelt is off at the worst time. A particularly strong turbulence interrupts your cries for your friend. The bounce of the plane is so strong that it moves his body on top of the dash. Tears stream down your face.

“Jay, I love you. But move your dead body!”

You push him off to control the plane again. Again, a blue color surrounds the sky that doesn’t look natural. It looks like a light almost. “Pilot? What’s going on?”

Izuku rushes to you only to see you crying, trying to get control of the plane and Jay on the ground, motionless.

“I didn’t even know. He had a check up! I-he pushed-he's cold! Check on him, please! ”

This can’t be happening. For some reason, the plane isn’t cooperating. In all of your experience, nothing like this has ever happened. The plane is refusing to steer correctly. Checking your equipment, you can see from your end that everything is fine. As a pilot, you need to take responsibility, yes. You shouldn’t have been negligent. But, at this moment, it feels as if the plane is being pulled down.

Izuku doesn’t know what’s happening here, but what is so painfully obvious is that the plane is about to crash. No matter how much you try to lift it, Betty refuses to raise up.

How could this have happened? How? Jay doesn’t have a peanut allergy! He had a check up recently and ate peanuts all the time before. It had been a while, but honey roasted was his favorite! Maybe it’s not peanuts? It could have been anything, right?

You killed him.

What else could have done him in?

Jay, Jay, Jay! He's so cold too. You are the one who bought the peanuts. You watched him eat them. You are the one who wasn't paying attention.

“Izuku, go sit down!”

“I can’t, (Y/n).” Before questioning why, he leans in and says, “My danger sense is going off.”

There’s a flash of lightning and the rain is pouring so hard it’s pounding. The lights are going crazy as the plane continues to bounce from the strange force and your will to control it.

Deep inside of your gut you feel it too. The plane dodges the strikes of lightning. Usually, you’d be able to navigate a storm and planes wouldn’t have to worry about dodging. However, this storm is drastically different. It’s not natural, you can feel it. Can Izuku?

“Obviously! We’re going down! Just try to sit your ass down.”

Finally, you see a small strip of land, an island. You could try to continue to fly through this or land until it gets better. Another wash of blue comes for the plane right as lightning strikes brightly. Your head begins to hurt, you feel dizzy and confused. A sharp chill runs up your spine and makes your hair stand up. For some reason your eyes can’t seem to focus on anything.

You push the special landing gear. Izuku wraps his large body around you, purely on instinct. Stretching your arm to push one more button and the yoke, you somehow, among all the chaos and heartbreak, are actually managing to land the plane.

The plane dives as you say, and the blessed features come out in time. Along with the average plane safety features, you installed a soft pad that lightens the plane before impact and if need be, floats in water. A parachute deploys and sends a bright flare into the sky. Cushions envelope the passengers to brace for impact. All these features were put in when you were a teen. They were random and some were based on heroes. Power Loader would roll his eyes at it until he saw it work when All For One and Shigaraki tried to take it down. Every passenger on board was completely safe.

After that, no one ever made fun of Betty. Funny how far you and Betty have fallen. Literally.

Strong arms tighten around you, Izuku pushes himself in front of you. With one last effort, you stretch your hand higher. “Iz-uku! One more .”

Screaming, your finger finally presses the button for nearby pilots, authorities, and radios for help. There is a good chance that it won't work. Nevertheless, Betty was going down by this mysterious storm and you can swear that there’s something pulling her down.

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You wake up first. By the time that happens, the sun is shining brightly, and the heat is horrible. Tremendously sweating, it gets worse when Izuku becomes a boa constrictor and squeezes you. Your face smashes into his chest. “Izuku, please...” You gasp.

Moving slightly, your mouth comes to face his neck. Heavily breathing, you bite his neck. He wakes up with a hiss. “W-what?”

“Wake up, please.” A whisper is enough to make him alert. Izuku pops up and looks around. Somehow, he’s completely intact despite using himself as a cushion for you. His green eyes study you. His hands roam over your body to look for any wounds.

“Are you okay? Can you see me?” You nod and prop yourself up. “Slow down, slow down, Pilot.”

Groaning, you tell him you’re alright but you’re not sure about everyone else. “A cushion should’ve deployed. We have to go check though.”

As Izuku holds you up, Jay’s body lay behind him. “Huh?” Izuku looks behind him.

“What?” You try to see what he is staring at, but Izuku shuts that down.

“Sh, sh, don’t look. Don’t look.” Izuku holds your face towards him and leads you away. Your eyes burn and lip wobbles. It’s a surprise when lips touch your head.

You don’t even think about that. Who cares? Jay is gone. Betty crashed. The passengers may be gone for all that’s known. Where are you? The course was set, and the sky was clear. No storm came up on your reports and equipment. Not even a hint of a formation.

Jay, oh Jay. What did you do?

Why are you blaming him, you who bought the peanuts? You who didn’t check on him. Some friend you are. You killed him. You should’ve known what was happening. You swallow hard at the nausea. You whisper so quietly, Izuku doesn’t hear you. “God help me...” Help Jay, help everyone.

Everyone is safe, as far as you can see. The cushions on their chairs safely encased them. The seatbelts are wrapped around their body. You give a sigh of relief that there isn't a gory sight.

Walking to the first aid kit, you get the scanner that checks not only their temperature, but also any wounds they may carry. It is something Recovery Girl gave you when you helped at U.A.’s fortress all those years ago. You press it to Koda’s forehead then bring it down.

“97, sore throat?” That never happens with Koda. As long as you have known him, he has always made sure to care for his throat. Hell, Momo relishes that he comes to her for tea and honey. Then again, the sore throat could have been from him screaming, if he even did.

The news that he was generally okay feels like a heavy weight’s been lifted. That news alone is not able to completely release the guilt and heartache, however. There is still so much that needs to be done, to be figured out, to be buried.

“Katsuki, 98, no injuries.”

His usual, if you remember, is at least 105 or so. It always ranged whenever he used his quirk recently. That tends to happen for all of those who have fire-based quirks. Out of curiosity, you press your finger to his palm. The callous skin is cooler than it usually is. In fact, his hands are completely dry as well. There is not a hint of moisture.

You go through all of them except Shouto, whose eyes have opened. He rubs the back of his head and looks around confused. Each seemed relatively normal and with little to no injuries. The oddities are how their usual care is opposite, like how Koda’s throat is sore and how Katsuki’s palms are cooled down.

At least they’re okay.

This whole thing is surreal. Nothing about what happened makes sense given how sudden it was and yet, everything is okay. Almost as if it never happened. Like the rush of a blue hue wasn’t there or the feel of the pull was imaginary.

“Izuku, face me.” He reads at a normal temperature with only a few bruises and exhaustion. “Did you check yourself?”

“I’m fine. Isn’t it weird that everything is okay? And they’re reading the opposite of what they usually are?”

“It could be faulty. You still need to be checked at least.”

“Even though it’s faulty?” Izuku rolls his eyes and reaches for the device.

Steps are heard then. “Here, I'll do it.” A barely cool right hand presses the device at your head. Shouto used to help with Recovery Girl with you when U.A. was a fortress. He felt that it was his duty because of the destruction Dabi caused. With you being in the support course, you had also taken up a few tips and tricks with Recovery Girl. Following her around and learning led you to be a big help during the wars and the fortress.

You taught Shouto everything he knows. Does he remember it? Probably not, the spacey brat.

“A mild concussion.” Well damn. “Are you sure, Shouto?”

Izuku looks at the device too. “We have to sit her down.” Izuku agrees and helps you sit at one of the passenger seats. “I’m so sorry, Pilot. I should’ve done better,” You pet his hand that rests on your shoulder.

“Watch her while I go check everything out.” He reluctantly leaves but knows you are safe in Shouto’s hands.

You take the device and move Shouto’s hair so you can place it directly on Shouto’s forehead. “I need two.”

“I know, this is just to check something. 98.” You place it on both sides of his forehead, only to get the same results.

This is off. Usually, a fire based user will run warm and an ice user runs cold. In Shouto’s case, if he hasn’t used his quirk and is fine, the device should read ERR. It is normal to have to put two scanners on his head just to read what his temperatures are in case he isn’t alright. You remember the first time having to do a little math on him when he became sick.

Never has he ever been a normal human temperature. “I could just be off, Y/n.”

“Or the device is? It's hot out, so Katsuki's palms should be sweating a ton. And shouldn't we all be a little warmer because of the heat? But none of that is happening.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t think so. It's right about you. You don't look too good.” He grabs it from you and tosses it to another chair. You put your head in your hands.

“Nothing feels real.” He rubs your arms. He’s always been very comforting and awkward. “What happened?”

It takes a few moments to remember everything, which you feel isn’t much. He nods as you tell of the random storm and how Jay is dead. “I feel like there’s more, though.”

“Well, the injury is minor. You'll be better in a day at most."

Aggravated noises come from behind Shouto. “What the fuck just happened?!”

Katsuki walks towards his friend (who he still won’t admit is his friend). “Where the hell is she!”

“I’m here, Katsuki.” Shouto stands when you give yourself away. “What the hell is going on? What the fuck did you do?”

“It was an accident.” Katsuki gets into Shouto’s face. “Yeah? By whose account? I know you can’t believe her.”

You understand he’s scared. It’s expected. But to think you’d endanger them on purpose is hurtful. Shouto defends you every step of the way. “Ask Midoriya then if you don’t believe. He was with her.”

The blond leaves with heavy stomping. “Deku!”

Shouto squats in front of you. “It’s going to be okay, Pilot.”

“I don’t understand this at all.” You truly don’t. And neither does Shouto, you think.

No more than an hour later, everyone is up and outside. The heat is slowly becoming worse, and the air is too dry. The sand is doing nothing to help. The waves carry on in the background, doing little to overpower the loud complaints from everyone.

Mina is screaming that she can’t use her quirk. Eijrou can barely harden, Katsuki gives the saddest explosions that cause him pain, Koda can only get a bird’s attention, this is the same trend for everyone. What is worse is that Izuku can only feel the embers of One For All and gave you a hurt expression when discovered. As if you had taken it from him.

Painful, absolutely painful.

As the sun beats down on everyone, you swear you can see a sheer blue tint around you. It graces ever so slightly on their skin. The same color lays all around you. The ground, the abundant trees, Betty, even the waves as much as you can tell. You want to voice your thoughts, but the situation at hand doesn’t call for it.

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The heroes start to calm down. Momo, as usual, begins to plan for shelter from the heat. Koda and Eijrou immediately run around for anything of use. It isn’t until Mina asks a question does everybody stop.

“Where’s Jay?” Mina asks. As the hour passed, your head began to get better. You inform everyone of a much clearer picture than you had told Shouto. How you found him, how the dash acted off, everything.

Mina gasps. “Are you sure?”

“Positive. His face was swollen and his body was blue when I got there. It must’ve been the peanuts! What else could it have been, y’know? He was completely fine when I left for the bathroom.” You sniffle.

“Allergies can develop at any age. Even later in life so it’s not impossible, Pilot.” Denki reassures. You rub your face with your hands. Katsuki leaves to go into the plane’s controls to check on him. “There’s always hope, you know.” Eijrou says as he rubs your shoulder.

“It doesn’t feel real. None of it does. How could this have happened? He just had a checkup. Everything was on the up and up. How did this happen?"

“It never does feel right. There is never a good answer, either.” You nod and lean into the touch of the large red headed man.

“Huh, what’d she say about Jay?” Katsuki calls. You yell back your answer, completely confused. Suddenly, he appears with Jay. Jay, who doesn’t look at all as you described. Gasping, you run to him. Instead, he...looks normal.

Completely fine. Inside you is a delicate flower of hope blooms. Did you see wrong? Is he just sleeping? Could it have been a horrifying illusion?

“Oh my God. Jay? Jay!” Katsuki holds him out. You lightly tap his face. Abandoning the taps, you go on to slight shakes.

Your friend is still dead as a cold doorknob. The flower that tried to blossom is crushed to dust, as if Tomura himself had reached his hand and touched your chest. “What really happened, L/n.”

L/n. He hasn’t called you that since your first meeting when you were fifteen. As they study Jay, everyone gets increasingly confused.

He repeats his question as a whisper that only you two hear. “I swear-”

Katsuki Bakugou doesn’t believe you.

“I-I swear, okay? Izuku can testify that I'm not lying. Jay was swollen and everything. The swelling must’ve gone down.”

“And the color?” His face is still accusatory. “I don’t know, I don’t know! I can’t think of anything else that would cause it.” Tsu puts her finger on her chin. “Is that possible? If that’s the case, then maybe it fumes that killed him?”

“What fumes,” Shouto comes to look at Jay. “Can cause this?”

You shrug. “I didn’t smell any.”

“But if he was blue, can people become unblue?” Denki squints as he inspects your friend’s body. “How’d he die, (Y/n)?” Katsuki asks for the last time.

The last time for all of them.

And that’s terrifying being among heroes.

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“They’re supposed to be here by now.” Shouta Aizawa leans back in his chair with a beer in his hand. Going to the island for vacation wasn’t his idea or something he was looking forward to, but damn is he glad he went. With the beautiful sandy floor, the fresh breeze and beautiful waves, all of it is gorgeous. The lagoon to his right where his colleagues frolic around to the sky where the birds roam free.

Paradise.

Tenya rubs sunscreen on his arms. “Sensei?” He asks as he puts out the lotion towards the hero. “I’m not your teacher anymore, kid.”

His old class have grown tremendously. Iida, or should he say, Ingenium, is one of the most in demand heroes. His speed is unrivaled even by One For All. Iida has grown to save all of those in his path, making not only his old teacher proud but his brother as well.

Iida’s still a stick in the mud though. And he still does those robot hands for some reason.

“Haha, I know. At least officially you aren’t. But trust, Aizawa-sensei, we’ll always see you that way.”

Rolling his eye, he takes the bottle from the former class president. It is seconds later that Hitoshi, who Shouta can consider his own protégé, comes up to them and informs them that they have lost contact with your plane a little over an hour ago with a parting message that is nearly impossible to understand due to the static.

Shouta jumps up with a poorly concealed worried look. If you can go down, something is terribly wrong. There is no way a renowned pilot like yourself can crash just randomly.

It must be a villain. There is no other explanation.

“Where’s the radio?”

#bnha #bnha fanfiction #todoroki shouto x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #deku x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #had this in my drafts for over a year #q #my writing

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