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Hello dear!!! imma make a tooth rotting fluff imagine request in which kenma, sakusa, wakatoshi and kageyama(you can add others if you want uwu) have a secret relationship with reader chan and somehow their team finds out and they start to freak out since their relationship is a secret? lol this is too long but im just craving fluff. thankk youuu!!!!

I saw your requests, goregous- sorry it took so long!! I love you, hope you guys enjoy!!

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Getting Found Out in a Secret Relationship (Kenma, Sakusa, Wakatoshi, and Kageyama)

“Experiencing the Unexpected”

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Kenma

“...You’re positive no one’s going to come in?”

“Relax. Kuroo left the clubroom keys with me, and everyone knows I skip today’s practice.” Kenma responds quietly, leaning his head on yours as you stop looking nervously at the door, your boyfriend swiping his thumb over your conjoined hands to calm you down. You fiddle with the pastry in your hand as Kenma chews the other half, content with finally getting some private time with you. Avoiding you or at least pretending to care less about you was more straining than he thought.

“Why don’t we just tell him? Kuroo and the team wouldn’t bother you forever-”

“Then you clearly don’t know them well enough.” The setter huffs as you bite back an amused grin, planting a small peck on Kenma’s cheek as the setter’s eyes widen mid-chew, glancing down at you smiling a cute smile to yourself.

“Then whatever you’re comfortable with, love. I won’t rush you.”

“Can I say something?” Kenma mumbles shyly, finishing off his half of the pastry and basking in the quiet of your environment as you lick some frosting off your thumb, turning towards him with an arched brow.

“I really really like you, Y/N.” Kenma says quietly, and your eyes widen a fraction before a huge smile breaks out onto your face- he only ever had to say the most heart-wrenching things at the randomest moments. Your smile only grew when a timid hand cups your cheek, your own hand running through Kenma’s long hair affectionately as he shyly peppers kisses across your cheek-

your giggles apparently loud enough for both of you to fail to hear the fiddling of the lock.

“Kenma, you bastard! How many times-?”

You shove Kenma off right away, a red hue to your cheeks as you catch sight of the rest of the team standing behind their captain wide-eyed and bewildered at seeing their anti-social setter in a locked clubroom kissing a girl-

Through your blushing haze, your mouth hangs agape at Kuroo not even reacting, winking at you once with a grin in greeting before grabbing Kenma by the collar.

“You’re skipping practice again?!”

Yaku sweatdrops. “Oh. So we’re pretending like Y/N wasn’t locked in a room with Kenma voluntarily?”

“Were they...cuddling?”

“Lev, I’m sorry I didn’t shield your eyes on time-”

“...you knew?” Kenma ignores his idiotic teammates, more focused on the fact that Kuroo hadn’t even batted an eyelash before the captain simply shrugs, spinning his own set of keys on his finger.

“I have my ways.”

“That means you stalked him.”

“I prefer the terms, quietly followed-”

“Can we please focus on the fact that Kenma was showing genuine human emotion to a girl out of his league-”

You turn to your boyfriend amongst the bickering teammates, lopsided grin on your face as Kenma groans into his hands. With your own red hue on your cheeks, you hug him, observing the chaos before kissing his cheek- sending the team into another gasp of shock as Kenma sighs, looking at you with a why? expression on his blushing features.

“Cat’s out of the bag then, huh?”

“...a pun. We just got found out and your first reaction’s a pun.”

Sakusa

“You didn’t have to wait up for me.”

“I know! I did because I want to.” You shoulder your bag with a small greeting smile on your face- one that had the stiff boy’s chest tighten just a little bit as Sakusa merely nods once. You arch a brow at the high rise of his chest, coy grin tugging at your lips-

“Did you run here?”

“Of course I didn’t.”

You laugh a little, taking note of his still-wet hair and sloppily shoved gym bag, walking up to him to straighten his mask for him. “You’re teammates aren’t the least bit suspicious?”

“Ha. Those idiots don’t know how to be suspicious.” Sakusa says, thankful they had all gone home already as you sit down on the nearby bench to help re-pack his gym bag that you knew was obviously bothering him. You laugh a little, knowing where to put what in the way Sakusa liked- and a rare tender feeling spread across his chest as he tugged his mask down before he could convince himself otherwise.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?” You question, not looking up from sorting his towel from his shoes before pale fingers gently tilt your head upwards- taking you off-guard as Sakusa makes an exception and plants a chaste kiss on your forehead, clearing his throat and tugging his mask back up quickly. You smile, cherishing the rarity of the moment before-

“I CALLED IT.”

“Bokuto-san, he might hear us!”

“...He definitely heard you, are you slow?”

Sakusa hangs his head, a slow burn on his cheeks as he tugs you behind him from your seat on the bench, glowering at the floor as his three annoying teammates pop their heads timidly around the corner of the practice gym.

“Oh heeeeeey Sakusa.” Atsumu laughs a little too loudly as Bokuto follows in suit, looking around as if he were lost as Hinata mimicks him, and you peek over your boyfriend’s shoulder to muffle a laugh into the back of his jacket. Sakusa glances at you, eyes softening a little at your actions.

“Fancy seeing you here!” Hinata waves to you mostly as Sakusa sighs, eyes looking up darkly.

“You’re all vermin.”

“What, it’s not like we followed you because we were suspicious of your secret rendezvous with Y/N even though I totally called dibs first-”

Atsumu clamps his mouth shut at the glower in his friend’s eyes before clearing his throat. “A joke. It was a joke.”

“Waaaa Y/N, we’re your friends too! Why keep it a secret?” Bokuto whines, suddenly next to you as Sakusa wonders just when the excited ace made his way over, holding you by the shoulders as Hinata clenches his fists, orange eyes asking in the same fashion. Atsumu blinks, suddenly all alone as you stutter- attacked at all angles at once.

“You would mess with Kiyoomi at practice if you knew.” You scold, and all three take on an offended expression that had you giggling. “What? Don’t tell me you wouldn’t.”

“No use, Y/N.” Sakusa tugs you out of the herd, finally reaching his limit for the day. “Let’s just go home while we can still count our braincells-”

“Wait. You two live together?!”

“Show us your place! Show us your place!” Bokuto and Hinata chant as Atsumu crosses his arms with a winning smirk as you put a hand on your boyfriend’s chest, pouting all the while before Sakusa facepalms.

“Fine. Bring your germ-infested pets into the flat, Y/N.”

Ushijima

“You’re tense.”

“Yeah? Wouldn’t you be?” You look at the entrance to the gym a second time before Ushijima shrugs, holding you a little closer as he nuzzles his face into his shoulder. He hadn’t meant to keep you a secret, but it was crucial that no press ever found out and harassed you about the details of the intimate life he wished to keep hidden.

“Practice doesn’t start until another hour. They have no reason to come in here yet.”

“Still, it’s risky- we can just...”

“Y/N.” You stop fidgeting at the authoritative tone of your boyfriend’s words as Ushijima’s arms tighten around you a little more, and you blush at the position. Your back was pressed up against the broad boy’s chest, sitting in between his legs comfortably as he simply soaked in your presence while mumbling into your hair.

“I haven’t seen you in awhile. Did I miss you more than me? Is that why you’re more focused on my team walking in on us than this time we have together?”

You groan at the tug of your heart, pouting up at your boyfriend as you turn a little to do so. “Come on, don’t guilt trip me like that!”

“Cute.”

“Stop.” You whine, and the corners of Ushijima’s lips tug a little before he gently cups your jaw upwards, brushing your nose with his as you gulp at the proximity.

“You missed me, didn’t you?”

“S-Stop stating the obvious.” You blush, agitated look in your eyes as Ushijima simply allows a small smirk onto his lips- your cute response prompting him to close the distance. You smile into the kiss, feeling his arms hold you a little closer as you basked in the rare affection you ever got to share away from prying eyes-

The sliding of the door had you shoving out of your boyfriend’s hold as your now-widened eyes caught sight of a head of red hair. A familiar one, at that- as you hide your face into Ushijima’s neck.

“Tendou. I saw you.” Your boyfriend’s voice wasn’t even embarrassed as you hear the door creak open again, his friend’s voice filling the gym in a slightly teasing tone.

“I didn’t want to interrupt, carry on!”

To your horror, a second voice sounds as Semi Eita kicks the redhead out of the way. “You’re perverted and annoying? The good traits just keep coming, huh?”

“S-Semi-senpai, is that not assault?”

“It’s only assault in any other case that isn’t Tendou.” Shirabu responds to Goshiki as the team all file in, and you blink at the fact that your boyfriend didn’t look the least preturbed at the situation- merely sighing as if this were a minor inconvenience as he rubs your thigh, attempting to calm you down but simply making the situation worse.

Shirabu takes a purposeful step in front of Goshiki with a sigh as Tendou over-dramatically gasps, prompting you to shove Ushijima’s hand away as Semi crosses his arms, the only one still seemingly sane.

“Y/N L/N’s your girlfriend, Ushijima?”

You feel his head nod.

“Cool.” Semi shrugs before going to set up the net as Ushijima finally releases you, and you stand before bowing deeply in apology- for what at the time, you didn’t know.

“You’re...cute?”

“Why would you say that in a disbelieving tone, Tendou-”

“I...I need to get a girlfriend to become the best ace...!”

“I’d appreciate it if you all don’t let the public find out.” Ushijima ignores the strange antics of his team as they all shrug and nod, and their captain glances down at your still shocked figure before turning you to face him seriously.

“...They know about us.”

“Oh really? I couldn’t tell.”

Kageyama

“Tobio! You did so well-!”

Your eyes widen a little when the blue-eyed boy picks up the pace towards your waving figure in the halls of the tournament, sighing as he leans his forehead on your shoulder, hands still shoved in his pockets as the upper half of his torso is now parallel to the floor. His gym back drooped with his movement as you still in shock at the public display- when your whole relationship had ever happened behind closed doors.

“Someone might see...” You say softly, and Kageyama grunts in reply, basking in the feel of you as you blush, running your hand softly through his raven hair.

“Tired?”

“You have no idea. When I saw some asshole talking to you in the stands during my game and I couldn’t-”

“Breathe.” You laugh a little as Kageyama lifts his forehead off your shoulder to stare at you seriously. “Where’s your team?”

“In the stands over-eating.” He shrugs, hands snaking around your waist, causing you to yelp a little as the blue-eyed boy buries his face in your neck. “God, I missed you.”

“You can miss me in a more private place, you know.” Your eyes dart everywhere before smiling into Kageyama’s hair, relaxing the slightest bit as Kageyama brushes his lips against your cheek as he pulls back.

“I want to show you off. Why do I want to keep this secret again?”

You blush at the affectionate words, wondering if the time you had to avoid each other was taking a toll on him, before cupping his cheek carefully-

“That’s what we’d like to know, Romeo.”

“Ooh, that rhymed Ryuu.”

You watch as your boyfriend’s face slowly melts into one of realization, his head slowly turning to see all of the Karasuno volleyball club staring with some sort of food in their hands- watching as if this were the most interesting film of the year.

Kageyama’s soul seems to slowly leave his body, and you offer a wave of your hand a bit awkwardly as Tsukishima nudges Hinata with his shoulder, chewing on a granola bar snarkily.

“I told you so. Cough up five bucks.”

“How does Kageyama-Kun have a girlfriend?! Does she even know him?!!”

“Is...is that a legitimate question, Hinata?” Yamaguchi, mostly dragged along in the plan of following a suspicious escaping setter after they won their match, scratches the back of his neck.

“Now, now- Don’t crowd.” Suga laughs, walking up to you and slinging a friendly arm over your shoulder before lowering his voice.

“But in all seriousness, you’re not in danger or anything- right?”

“Suga!” Daichi tugs his friend back as Kageyama puts his face in his hands before taking a deep breath, and for a second you think he’s really going to handle the situation really well-

You blink when he grabs your hand.

“Run.”

“Tobio, we don’t have to-”

“Run.”

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pan-fangirl-345 · 2 years

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YOU KNOW WHAT?!

To all my fellow tall girls out there (by which I mean anyone edit: 5'6 and over), if a person doesn't like you because you wear heels and are taller than them, fuck them! Seriously!

If wearing heels make you feel badass or feminine, or like the goddess you fucking are, then let them suffer!

If you wearing heels emasculates him or makes someone else uncomfortable, that says more about him than it does about you.

Wear those heels, be a bad bitch, and be confident! It shouldn't matter, and as a female who is 5'10 who is over six feet tall with most heels on, I can attest the fact that the right person won't give a shit.

#be a bad bitch #be confident #to all the tall girls out there #pan talks #pan speaks #seriously #fuck you to the guy who told me no man would ever a date a girl taller than him #sorry i hurt your fragile ego dude #5'10 and fucking proud of it!#heels #girl #woman #cute #sexy #me #this is a rant #sorry

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pan-fangirl-345 · 2 years

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I just wanted to say I really really love your work!!!! I’ve spent the last couple hours reading like all of your writings, I love the way you write!!! Thank you for posting!!

Thank you for appreciating it! I really needed this today, thank you. Lately, the people in my life have made it seem like what I write is worthless, and like it isn't something I should be enjoying, so it's nice to know that there are people out there who appreciate what I do. So, thank you, Anon, this made my day, and reminded me of why I do it. Stay safe out there, drink plenty of water, and remember that there is always someone out there who values you!

#pan speaks #pan replies #thank you anon #i really needed this today #made my day #pan talks #tearing up rn #thank you again #thank you so much #thank u

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You Care for Me

Summary: Denki has been hiding something from his classmates, multiple somethings, actually. 1) He has a girlfriend that is in the hero course at Shiketsu High. 2) His quirk doesn't work the way that they all thought it did. 3) Said girlfriend is scary when she's pissed.

TW: Mentions of migraines, a large amount of pain, worries of abusive friendships (there are no abusive friendships, I promise). If I missed anything, please let me know.

A/N: I had a though while reading through various Injury fanfics and thought I would do one with our resident Whey Boy.

(Kaminari's POV)

"Today," Aizawa intoned, "we're having a training session with Shiketsu High."

Denki perked up at that, watching as the students strode in with their teacher.

It was hard to tell some of the students apart because of the hats and the uniforms, but Denki caught sight of her through the crowd and couldn't help but grin when she spotted him too.

She leaned over and whispered something to the kid next to her, and broke ranks, pausing to say something to her teacher before she ran for him.

He ran for her too, spinning her around when they collided halfway.

"Surprise," she whispered, clinging to him.

"Best surprise ever," he told her, squeezing her tightly as he set her down. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"I wanted to surprise you! Besides, the looks on your friends' faces are priceless," she added.

Denki looked over his shoulder to see quite a few dropped jaws and politely baffled faces.

Other than Bakugou; he looked caught between constipation and anger.

The usual then.

"God, I missed you so much," he murmured, burying his face in her neck, tightening his arms again.

Between both of their schedules, the LOV situation, and the general distance, they hadn't seen each other in months, even though they called each other like clockwork.

He had been getting touch-starved over the last few weeks when storm season rolled around because he was scared of shocking his friends. The lightning in the storms made his quirk go haywire. He adored being able to hold her without fear of zapping her.

"I've missed you too Denks," she murmured, threading her fingers through his hair.

"Kaminari, care to explain?" Aizawa asked.

"Sorry sir," he said, pulling away enough that he could keep one arm around her waist, but his classmates and teacher could see her. "This is (Y/N), my girlfriend."

"I thought Shiketsu High students couldn't be in relationships," Bakugou called.

"I was already in a relationship with Denki when we started high school, so that rule doesn't apply to me," she informed them. "That rule is only for students forming new relationships in high school." She frowned as she looked at them and said, "You weren't wrong Denki, there are an unfair amount of pretty people in your class. This is ridiculous."

"I told you so! You didn't believe me!"

"Well, I'm sorry, I don't have time to stalk your classmates on Snapchat or whatever Denks. We have training too you know," she teased. "Besides, I wasn't watching the Sports Festival to check them out, I have you for that. I was watching to see how they fought."

Denki snorted into her hair, pressing a kiss there afterwards.

"Also, it's nice to meet everyone, I've heard so much about you! I also wanted to thank you for watching after Denki for me, I know he can be an idiot sometimes, but he's an idiot that's precious to me and it gives me a little peace of mind to know that he's being protected here. So thank you!" she said, bowing slightly.

"Aww, baby!" he cried, wrapping her up in his arms again as she laughed, and he pressed quick kisses all over her face. "You're such a simp!"

"I love you, Denki, of course I want to see you safe. You know that better than anyone," she mused, tucking his hair behind his ear so she could see his face.

A small pang of regret flashed through him at the words.

He had been meaning to tell his friends, he had been, but it had never seemed like the right time, and he hadn't wanted to be a burden to them or to the rest of the school.

Besides, he had dealt with it by himself before high school. Granted, she had been around for most of it, but there had still been a few instances where he had needed to handle it by himself. He had gotten better, over the last few months, controlling it, fighting his way through it so he could help his team, his friends.

He had lied to her about that, about telling them about his issue, the backlash, but it had given her a little less to worry about.

"Are you two done, or can we get back to the training?" Aizawa asked.

"Yes sir," they both said, but she walked back with him to his spot in the class.

If Aizawa saw, or cared, he didn't show it, just went on to tell them about the training they were going to be running.

As they split up into their groups- half Shiketsu students mixed with half U.A. students- Denki realized that they were on the same team.

"We didn't plan that," her teacher told her when she asked about it. "We randomly generated these teams without any mind to interpersonal relationships or quirk compatibility. We quite literally just plugged the names into a team generator and went with that."

"Alright, you have five minutes to strategize and then the training begins," Aizawa said, walking away.

The goal of the training exercise was to get the golden egg from every other team with limited information about your team members and the members of the other teams.

Each team had a 'home base' that consisted of a city apartment building. The egg could be hidden anywhere in the home base, but it couldn't leave unless it was stolen by another team. The team that had the most eggs in their home base at the end won.

The goal was to grab as many eggs as possible, keep the building damage and civilian casualties to a minimum, while also cooperating with your team to the best of your abilities.

"Ready baby?" he asked, squeezing her hand as the counter ticked down.

"With you by my side?" she inquired, squeezing back. "Always."

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(Your POV)

So far, you and your team were off to a pretty good start. You had gotten lucky with the people that had been placed on your team.

Four were good at defending, so they were in charge of protecting the egg with some extra help from your quirk. Two were good at recon and stealth, and you had sent them on ahead to scout out your opponents and to see if they could steal an egg or two without anyone noticing that it was gone. Two were good long range, so they were your cover and the distraction. That left you and Denki on the 'Capture Squad' as Denki had dubbed it.

Denki had been giving you the rundown of how his classmates fought, who was better on the offensive, who was better as defense and who was going to wait in the shadows and sneak in.

You could already hear Bakugou shouting, though whether it was in outrage or it was just his usual battle-cry, you weren't entirely sure.

A building collapsed somewhere off to your left and you winced. That was definitely going to cost someone some points.

"Alright, team B is fighting with Team A and team D is heading towards team A's home base. We're in the clear for now," one of you classmates told you over the earpieces that they had given you. "We also snagged the eggs from teams D and B."

"Okay, so that leaves team A," you mused. "Locations?"

"Team A is currently at team B's location, but a majority of their fighters stayed back to protect the egg. Team D is now leaving A's location with the egg. They're roughly 60 meters to your right."

"Okay, that's fine. Let's go Denki," you said, "keep us updated."

"Will do."

"You're so cute when you lead like that," Denki teased as you both headed for team D's location.

"Shut up," you groaned, but you smiled at him as you both took to the roof tops. "It's been ingrained into us at this point."

You helped him onto the roof and pointed to Team D's location.

"Are we doing what I think we're doing?" Denki asked, giving you a grin.

"Probably," you mused. "Do you remember when we used to throw water balloons off the roof of the school?"

"Of course I do," Denki grinned. "Do you remember when we hit Mr. Yasuki and his toupee fell off?"

"Oh my god, I thought we were dead for sure. He didn't even realize that it was us!"

Denki grinned and kissed you quickly.

"We're doing something similar here, and I have an idea," you said. "I've been working on my density control, and I think we can fill up little spheres with your electricity and drop them like stun bombs."

"I have a better idea," Denki said, pointing his shooter at them. "They stick," he explained when your eyes went wide.

None of the team members noticed when they stuck to their clothes, and Denki pointed took aim.

Just like that, a whole team of six down for the count.

"I got this next part Denks," you told him, forming a cup big enough for the egg.

You had gotten way better at maneuvering your energy fields around and it certainly helped this time.

"Beautiful, have I ever told you how much I love you?" Denki asked as you scooped the egg up and floated it over.

"You have three minutes left!" Aizawa called over the communication lines.

"Okay, let's get this egg back to the base, and then it's a win for us."

"Let's hurry, Bakugou and some of the others don't take too kindly to losing," Denki said.

"Well, neither do I," you muttered. "I'll take the egg, you cover me?"

"I love protecting you baby, you know that," he cooed.

"Cheese ball," you teased.

"Oh no you fucking don't!" someone roared, and you ducked just quick enough to dodge the hand that had moved to grab at the neck of your suit.

"Get down!" Denki shouted.

"Don't!" you cried, but it was too late, he was already discharging, and you threw up a shield right before it reached you. His friends fell to the ground, twitching and groaning, some more than others, and you raced for him.

"Denki," you whispered, "Denki if you can hear me, blink really hard."

He blinked and you sighed, taking his hands in your gently.

"Can you follow me Denks?" you asked gently. "Baby, I need you to follow me, alright?"

Denki nodded; one hand wrapped around yours while the other did that stupid thumbs up that he did.

"You told me you would stop doing shit like that baby," you said, encasing the egg in a shield, and the throwing one around Denki and yourself. "We need to get this over with so I can get you out of here."

Denki made a small 'whey' noise and you shushed him.

"It's okay baby, don't try to talk yet, you'll just hurt yourself," you told him softly.

After frying his own brain, Denki's senses were very sensitive. He didn't take well to loud noises, unfamiliar people touching him, and he got such bad headaches after that being under fluorescent lights was like someone shining the sun in his eyes.

"Just a little further Denki, I promise," you murmured, running your thumb over his knuckles.

As soon as the egg touched your 'nest' a siren went off, announcing your team as the winners, and you winced.

"Come on, I need to get you out of here," you murmured, taking Denki's other hand in yours.

"You can't leave yet," Aizawa said.

"I need to get him out of here," you said. "He reached his limits. Easy Denks, easy," you murmured when he tried to talk again. He swayed dangerously and you wrapped an arm around his waist, tossing one of his over your shoulders to help keep him upright.

"He's never needed to leave before."

"He always needs to get out of place like this, after overexerting his quirk his nervous system goes into overdrive while his brain reboots. It's always been like that, ever since we were kids. He said that-"

You stopped short at a realization.

"You didn't tell them what it does to you," you said to Denki, who made another small noise. "You didn't tell them?"

Denki squeezed your hand, a message he had come up with the first couple of times that it had happened.

"It's not okay Denki, they should know what it does to you! I thought they were taking care of you after you overcharge, but they don't even know about the migraines or your other senses, do they?"

Another longer squeeze.

"I am so mad at you right now," you hissed, turning your attention to Aizawa. "He can't be here, so I'm going to take him to Recovery Girl, and if anyone tries to stop me so help me . . . ."

Aizawa seemed to think it over for a moment before he nodded.

"Come on Denks, these lights must be killing your head," you murmured. "Not to mention the yelling." You cut a glare at Bakugou, who started shouting louder. "That's it, baby, follow me."

Denki didn't argue with you, and you could tell that his head was hurting less as you took him down the darker corridors.

"You didn't have to lie to me baby," you murmured, cupping his face as you pulled him into a small, dark classroom. "I would have understood if you had wanted to only tell your teachers, but you didn't even tell them. They're here to help you Denki, to teach you. If they had known, they might've been able to help with it. You didn't have to go through it alone."

Your heart broke a little for Denki. You had always known that he had thought of himself as a burden when he went past his limits. You were worried that he didn't trust his friends enough to tell them. You wondered if they were really his friends.

Denki was a social creature; it was something you had envied about him before you had gotten to know him. Denki didn't do too well with too much time to himself. He needed to be around other people to keep his thoughts away from things that turned him towards dark corners of his mind.

If he had thought that his overexerting himself would make his so-called friends like him any less, then he wouldn't have told them a single thing, and he clearly hadn't, because you had caught Jirou laughing at him when you had tried to lead him away.

"Baby, I love you, and it is totally and completely your decision whether you want to tell them the rest or not, but I really think that you should, after you've rested. But if you tell me that you think it's better if they don't know, I'll accept your decision. I won't be happy about it, but I'll accept it and I promise that I won't press about it anymore.

"I just want you to be safe, Denks, and I hate seeing you in pain like this. I can't always be around to get you out of situations like this one. It sucks so badly, but I know that you hate it when I coddle you. But it's because I care, Denks, I care about you, a lot, and it's nice to know that I'm able to take care of you. It's not a burden on me to take care of you, and it's not something your friends should see as a burden either."

You threaded your fingers through his hair, leaning your forehead against his.

Denki had always preferred coming to with you around, it was comforting to have someone he trusted right there with him to help him get reoriented.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, though with how incognizant he still was, it sounded more like 'Msurry'.

"It's okay baby," you told him. "Now show me the way to the nurse's office, because I'm just now realizing that I don't know where it is."

Denki was at the point where he could lead himself, but his balance was off, and you were sure that he still had a horrible headache and that he would start getting jittery again.

"What happened?" Recovery Girl asked.

"He overexerted himself, ma'am," you explained, helping Denki climb into a bed softly. "I'll be back shortly, I promise."

You kissed him on the forehead and led her away from the bed where he was resting.

"His nervous system always goes into overdrive when he goes past his limits," you explained softly. "His head feels like it's splitting open, his balance gets thrown out of whack, and people he doesn't trust touching him throws him into a panic attack. Loud noises make it worse. He's pretty cognizant right now, but everything still seems like too much at the moment."

"How do you know so much about this?" she inquired.

You were glad that it wasn't the skepticism you were used to, rather just curiosity as to how you had acquired the knowledge.

"We had a friend how could feel others' pain, and act like a link between two people. Denki overexerted himself one day, and she touched him, then I touched her when I tried to help, because she passed out. I felt everything."

"I'll get him some pain meds," she said, "I can't do much other than that."

"Some extra strength Tylenol should do the trick right now," you told her. "He's started learning how to regain function faster and faster recently, but there are still some symptoms that he can't fully control."

You headed back over as she shuffled away and laid down on Denki's chest.

He had always told you that someone doing that for him made him feel more anchored, grounded and in control.

"Hey," you whispered. "How are ya feeling?"

"Like I got hit by a truck," he admitted. When it came to things like this, he was much more open with you than he was with his other friends, though that might have been because his other friends didn't know that what overexerting himself did.

He buried his face in your hair and took a deep breath, steadying himself.

"I thought you were going to rip someone's head off," Denki slurred. "You were so pissed."

"I thought they knew," you defended. "Had I known they were ignorant about it I wouldn't have reacted that way."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't need to be sorry Denki," you told him gently. "It is up to you who you tell, but there are some people that need to know. Your teachers, for one thing. I spilled some of the beans, but you might want to tell them the rest of it before they start trying to piece it together on their own and make the wrong assumptions."

Denki hummed, and his breathing was evening out.

"Go to sleep Denks," you murmured, kissing his neck softly. "I'll be here when you wake up."

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(Kaminari's POV)

Denki woke up to a heavy weight on his chest, and the sounds of muffled voices.

"Shut up!" someone hissed, and Denki winced.

Between the volume of their voices and the fact that Denki's head still felt like it was stuffed with cotton, he felt like shit.

"Shuddup," he grumbled, burying his face in her hair, like that would drown out the noise before he realized that there were other people in the room. "What are you guys doing in here?"

He tried to sit up but (Y/F/N) was still laying on his chest, arm draped over his waist.

She remembered, he though giddily, she remembered how much it helps.

She had always been open-minded about taking care of him, but he figured that she would've forgotten after not being in the same vicinity as each other for a few months.

He kissed the top of her head and relaxed back into the bed, wrapping his arms around her back, running a palm up the length of her spine and back down again.

"We came to check on you of course!" Mina cried and Denki cringed so badly he was surprised he didn't pull a muscle. "Sorry," she whispered. "But your girlfriend scared the shit out of us earlier!"

"What did she say earlier? I wasn't completely conscious for the whole thing," he admitted quietly. "I know she told you some of how my brain works when it's fried."

"Meaning it doesn't work at all," Bakugou grumbled. "And that your nervous works too much. Why didn't you tell us?"

"I didn't want to be a burden on you all, besides, I was learning how to deal with it."

"By being a masochist and making yourself go to class and deal with the lights? And Bakugou?" Kirishima said, making Denki laugh lightly. "Kami, if we had known, we would've helped."

"Yeah, we would've acted so much differently."

"It's not a big deal," Denki said.

"Liar," (Y/F/N) mumbled, pushing herself off his chest. "Your head feels like it's stuffed with cotton, it hurts to keep your eyes open, your skull feels like it's about to split down the middle, and you feel like there are ants crawling all over your skin."

Denki sighed, rolling his eyes, then regretted the movement when his head throbbed, and his stomach rolled in response.

"Told you so," she said, covering his eyes with a hand. "Better?"

He nodded as she laughed softly, her other hand smoothing out his hair.

"Are you going to tell them?" she asked quietly, all of her attention on him. "Because I can kick them out otherwise."

They both ignored the noises that his friends made to voice their displeasure about that plan.

"It's fine, they'll find out eventually, right?" Denki said.

He explained as best as he could, and you reworded it when they clearly didn't understand what he was trying to tell them.

"Kami, why didn't you tell us?"

They all looked so hurt that he almost felt guilty that he had kept it from them for so long.

"I didn't think it was a big deal," he said.

"No, you didn't want to bother them with it," you retorted. "And you should have told them whether you wanted to bother them or not, because it shouldn't matter either way. It's like when Bakugou uses his explosions too much without his gauntlets, or when Midoriya uses his quirk past what he can handle, and you see them doing it all the time. Why would you be any different, Denks?"

"She's right bro, it doesn't affect the way we see you in a negative way," Kirishima chimed in.

"So how does it affect the way you see him?" (Y/F/N) inquired, a quiet warning tone evident in her voice.

"Denks, the fact that you're about to fight your way through something like that and still be a student here is astounding," Kirishima said simply, seemingly ignoring the threat his girlfriend posed despite her usual friendly nature.

"Yeah man," Sero added, "I wish I could do that."

"We knew you were awesome, Kami, but this is a whole new level!" Mina piped up, though she did remember to keep her voice lowered so she wouldn't hurt him anymore than he already was.

(Y/F/N) relaxed at his side, a small smile playing on her lips as his eyes met hers.

"I like them a little more now," she whispered to him, making him grin.

"Also, how the hell could you keep the fact that you have a girlfriend a secret from us?" Mina demanded; arms crossed over her chest as she pouted.

"Well . . . you never asked?" he said, phrasing it like a question. "And honestly, I knew that if I introduced you to each other, she was going to pull something like this, and I wanted to wait before that happened, just to make sure there wasn't any murder committed."

"I take my job as your girlfriend seriously, Denks, and you have a bad habit of making friends with pretty much anyone you come across, even when they don't deserve it. Like Mineta, for one example. Or that guy could see through people's clothes."

"Yeah, that was a bad idea on my part," Denki admitted.

"We thought you had a thing for Jirou."

"Denki is just naturally flirty," (Y/F/N) said. "He likes making people smile, likes making them feel special. It made me uncomfortable at first, but then I noticed that when he did it with me it was different, more personal and less shitty pick-up lines. It doesn't bother me anymore, and the girls he flirts with usually need the confidence boost, so who am I to stop him?"

Denki smiled, burying his face in her shoulder as she threaded her fingers through his hair, scraping at his scalp lightly, and he had to resist the urge to purr.

"Well, at least we know she isn't gonna hurt him," Sero muttered.

"I would rather let Bakugou blow my limbs off," she agreed, no hesitation in her tone, which was calm and sincere.

"Please don't," Denki murmured, eyes heavy.

"Alright, everyone out," (Y/F/N) ordered. "He needs more sleep. And some goddamn peace and quiet, which won't happen with you delinquents in here distracting him. Out, out."

There must've been something in her eyes, because all of his friends, even Bakugou, shuffled out of the room with quick goodbyes and promises to check on him later.

Denki relaxed into the bed.

He felt better than he had in months, despite the pain. He felt free, and he was far less anxious.

"Feel better now that you've told them?" his girlfriend inquired, settling back down on his chest, looking up at him smugly.

"I get it, I get it, you were right," he grumbled half-heartedly.

"When am I not?" she asked, grinning.

"I do have to thank you though," Denki admitted.

"For what?" she asked, bewildered.

"For taking care of me."

"Baby, you don't have to thank me for that," she murmured, pressing a quick kiss to the skin above his heart. "That's what this relationship is. Mutual care, comfort, love, and support. I love that you trust me enough to take care of you, and it doesn't ever feel like a burden to me. I won't leave because of something like this, Denks, everyone has their limits. I don't think any less of you for this, you know that, right?"

"Of course I do, but it's still nice. And I'm grateful that you do it for me."

"I know," she assured gently, cupping one cheek while she ran her other hand through his hair. "Go to sleep Denks, I'll be here when you wake up."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

Denki wasted no time shutting his eyes, because she had never broken a promise to him, and he trusted her.

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Might make this into an actual story, but for now this is my little stream of consciousness while listening to shitty romance songs.

So, I'm listening to 'Play me that song' (the voice is weird, but if you listen to the lyrics that makes it better) and I get Tsukishima vibes. Like, imagine that you've been friends for years, and Tadashi of course. But imagine that Tsukishima takes up guitar and is really music oriented, so he writes songs and whatever as a hobby. And he isn't very open about it, he only really shares them with you and Tadashi. And his mom hears them, because his room isn't soundproof, but she doesn't mind because he always throws all of his emotions into them.

And since you've been friends for years, whenever you go through a breakup, or something big happens, you go to Tsukishima.

So imagine showing up to his house in tears because your boyfriend broke up with you, or someone is spreading rumors about you, and he just

Lets you in. Because as much as he sucks at admitting it, he loves you.

He cares about you.

And so, you're sitting in his room, and you're heartbroken and he's sitting at the head of his bed with his guitar just mindlessly plucking at strings until you choke out,

"Play me that song you wrote about the girl that might not ever know how you care, or how much you love her."

And he plays it for you, because he knows that you like that song.

It's a song he wrote about a girl who is oblivious to his feelings, and he worries that he won't have the courage to tell her, that she'll be taken away before he can, and he knows that you like it because you want to believe that there's someone out there who will love you like that.

He tells you every time that he hasn't finished it, that he doesn't have the final part of it done.

And you say that you don't care every time, because it's a good song, even if it doesn't have the ending yet.

And so, he plays it until you fall asleep, and he lets your parents know that you're with him, and that he'll make sure you're okay in the morning.

He puts his guitar aside and moves you so you're in a more comfortable position and just, exists with you for a while. And he's thinking over the song, trying to figure out how to end it, but he can't end it yet, because he hasn't confessed to you, and no other guy has stuck around long enough for you to be taken from him.

And a few months go by, and you get over the idiot that hurt you. Tsukishima has been playing a lot more for you, and you have an entire playlist on your phone of music that he sends you.

And one day, you discover that Tadashi outed Kei to his team. So he got stuck performing for some sport's club talent show or whatever, and you giggle and tease him about it.

You know he's doing research on what song he should play, because he doesn't really think he's a very good singer, despite many, many reassurances from Tadashi and yourself.

And then he comes across the perfect song.

He tweaks it a little, just a few words and a few lines, and he changes the tempo a little, but he makes it perfect, because he's tired of being scared of his feelings, and he's tired of watching someone else be with the person he's in love with.

He's ready to put an ending on the song he sings to you.

So he turns in all the paperwork, and he practices it with Tadashi.

And when the day comes, he's ready.

He's nervous, but no one other than the three of you can tell.

He makes you promise to listen to the whole thing, to just keep your eyes on him.

You're confused, but you agree.

And then he's up there, and he's singing. And he's so good at it! Everyone is shocked, because who would've guessed that stoic, asshole-ish Tsukishima could sing and play an instrument, and then they're even more shocked when they listen to the lyrics, because who knew he felt that way about someone.

But you're watching him, and you can't help but feel like it's meant for you. Because this is what he does for you. He plays for you, and he gets you through the hurt.

And then he's making eye contact with you, and you can tell that the song is for you, and you're burning up, because holy shit! He's been there the whole time, and you've never seen him before.

And then he's singing the last lines, and you really know that it's for you because he sings it, and he's still watching you, and you can't breathe!

And then it sucks, because you can't get to him for the rest of the day. There are people crowding him and demanding his attention. And then he has practice.

But you're waiting for him when he gets home.

He doesn't notice you sitting on his bed at first, just because he's exhausted, but then you stand, and everything he did comes rushing back.

And then he's a blubbering mess, because he forgot that you knew, and he's not sure where this is going and he's panicking because he only sees the tears streaming down your face, but then he sees the smile, and he's somehow ended up holding you in his lap on his bed while you practically strangle him with a hug.

You're halfway yelling at him for not telling you sooner, halfway asking if he meant it, and you're one hundred percent an emotional mess.

And so he lets you get it all out and grips the back of your shirt and buries his face in your neck and sorts through what he wants to say when you calm down enough to listen.

When it finally happens, you're wiping your face and laughing wetly, and he has somehow never seen you looking more beautiful, and he hates himself for acting sappy, because he has a reputation goddamnit! But then he remembers that he's in his own room, and his mom isn't even home for fuck's sake.

And this time when you ask if he meant it, he says yes. He explains everything and assures you that if it's not what you want then he'll be okay with it.

And he's halfway through his little spiel when you kiss him.

It's barely a peck, and you're pulling away before he can process it, but it still breaks his brain.

And you just smile and run your hands through his hair while he reboots and processes.

"I want this. I want you. I don't know how I didn't notice it before," you tell him, leaning your forehead against his.

And then he's smiling, and kissing you.

And it's great, because you love him back, and you're kissing him like it's the last time you're ever going to do it.

You end up making out in his room for hours, and it gets late enough that you stay for dinner, and his mother teases you both relentlessly, but you're both too happy to care.

You stay the night, with the promise of not doing anything too hastily (Kei couldn't look at you for an hour).

You wake up early in the morning to him sitting in the chair at his desk, strumming his guitar and muttering to himself.

"Kei?" you asked sleepily.

"Hey, sorry, did I wake you up?"

"No, what are you doing?"

"Putting an ending on your song."

And that's what it becomes. Because he's only ever played it for you, and it had been about you the whole time.

But now the girl that might never have known knew, and it meant everything to her.

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