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ryuichirou · 23 days

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Dark headcanons feat. Idia

Anonymous asked:

Got any more super dark head canons for our favorite hikikomori? I’m a glutton for punishment, I know.🫠

Anonymous asked:

being normal is overrated. fuck it gimme your most messed up idia hcs nsfw and sfw

Ask and you shall receive, dear Anons, even if it happens several months later 😭

I want to thank you once again for your patience; one of the reasons why it took me this long was that I always get excited when we receive asks about darker scenarios. I got so excited that, I think, some of the hcs are kind of like short stories lol even though I didn’t want to make them too long… well, anyways.

So, dark and messed up hcs! Obviously Idia-centric; a lot of it is Mob/Idia. Starting on a lighter note, but then it gets more messed up.

(I’m not talking about the Tweels and Idia this time (I know there are asks about them too!), they’ll get another post <3 Let’s hope that I’ll finish it soon)

Sometimes he tortures himself by having internet arguments lol He doesn’t feel good when he argues with randos, even though it’s funny sometimes, but sometimes he continues to do it fully knowing that the conversation is completely useless. A couple of times he connected to his opponent’s webcam log and found footage of them masturbating. He could’ve easily used it to end the argument quickly, but for some reason no matter how heated he gets, he doesn’t do it. He thinks about it though.

Idia has seen every single cursed thing on the internet. Things that would make some people traumatised, things that are way too much even for Idia. If cursed things on the internet were an iceberg meme, to Idia Blue Waffle and One Guy One Jar would be the most basic tier. Something that everyone knows and isn’t as shocking. Sometimes he wonders how Azul-shi or Crimson Muscle would react to some of the stuff he’s used to seeing.

Same goes with porn, to be honest. Idia could go months without masturbating or watching porn, but he isn’t sure if it’s because of his low sex drive or because of how bored he is with porn. Regular porn doesn’t do it for him at all, with kinks he either gets into them or suddenly loses interest, his favourite hentai tropes are pretty messed up. He ended up watching some banned illegal stuff a couple of times just to see if he’d feel anything. The next day he was back to his favourite hentai tropes though.

Idia got groped during his entrance ceremony. He has no idea why he was picked out of every single person there, but he thinks it’s because of his hair: everyone’s silhouette is the same in the ceremonial robe, but his hair makes him stand out. Even though his butt is small… When it happened, Idia got so shocked that he just stood there still, allowing them to touch him. He was upset, but at the same time remembered all the hentai and doujins that started this way, and it resulted in him feeling a weird mix of deep disgust and arousal. He had no idea if anyone noticed him getting molested, and if anyone saw that he had a boner, but he sure felt like every single person was looking at him and judging him. He got traumatised by that, but the situation was so bizarre to him that he came without touching himself after returning to his room as quickly as possible.

Despite being shy and antisocial, Idia is very cocky, and he was especially cocky when he was a freshman. Living with 3 other people was a huge stress for him, and as we talk about living with them 24/7, his natural response to stress was to start talking shit. He felt intimidated by everything and everyone back then, and at the same time felt super annoyed because he was a genius who was much more skilled and smart than most of his senpai, and definitely smarter than the goons that he had to share a room with. Long story short, his roommates thought he was weird and bullied him every time Ortho wasn’t around for some reason (i.e. when he was charging): stole his clothes and pillows, threw stuff at him, talked shit about him, not even trying to be quiet about it. One time they dogpiled him on his own bed and made him pee himself. The other time they wrote swear words all over his body, talking about how all this were the things that people called him when he wasn’t listening. Idia got his revenge after that (yay doxing), but he is a bit scared of these guys to this day.

Idia’s second year wasn’t much better because he still had to share a room with a guy. And if the first bunch were bullies that Ortho really didn’t like (he tried to protect Idia, but couldn’t do it all the time), his roommate during his second year was more sneaky. He had good relationship with Ortho, so Ortho didn’t mind leaving these two alone in the room. He even asked Idia to try and befriend the guy because he really thought Idia needed friends. Idia hated the guy though because not only did he treat him just as badly as the previous group, he also constantly threatened that he would complain about Ortho being dangerous, just to make Idia anxious to lose his knight in shining armor. This got so bad that he made Idia cry like a baby one time because the guy convinced him that he would make everything to take Ortho away from him. And Idia isn’t an idiot; he knew that this wasn’t as simple, but something about the way the guy said it made him break down and cry pathetically.

Idia pretty much lived in fear for an entire year, and somewhere around the middle of the first semester the guy started molesting him. Ortho didn’t intervene because Idia tried his best to hide it from him, even when the guy started demanding Idia to suck him off and started sticking fingers up Idia’s ass, mostly to humiliate him. This is why Idia thought that he was either a masochist or just unstable, because while he absolutely hated it, he felt like he also didn’t mind it enough. The guy got kicked out of NRC before he actually raped (=put his penis into Idia) him, and while Idia was super happy, he also felt disappointed. As if Idia deserved bad things to happen to him… or was he actually into this dynamic and wanted to feel punished and used by someone who treats him like shit? He was never into butt stuff before, but he felt himself aching for a dick that he sucked for months while the guy was humiliating him.

Sometimes Idia fantasises about getting violated by other NRC students. It’s not like he looks at them and sighs dreamily, more of a “what if/how would he do this” type of way. He thinks it’s just his morbid curiosity, and even thinks that it’s very self-centered of him to think that Azul or Rook or Sebek or Lilia or Cater or anyone else would want to rape him, but… what if? He has pretty solid scenarios in his head for some of them, it’s surprisingly easy to come up with them based on their interactions…

Idia kind of likes it when his entire head is being hidden during sex. Well, likes the idea of it. Maybe it’s due to the fact that it keeps him anonymous, but the idea of a bag on his head or a hole-in-the-wall thing kind of tickles him. He had a bunch of dreams about getting stuck in a hole in the wall and then being used as a fuck toy. These dreams always end with someone somehow recognising him and calling him “Idia?” though, so Idia wakes up covered in sweat.

One time Idia almost became one of those people who die due to strangling themselves during masturbation. And he isn’t even into this type of stuff, he just wanted to try to see if it would work or not. He didn’t pull his pants down or anything, he tried to do it through clothes, so he was fucking lucky that Ortho woke up just in time to see him passed out with a noose around his neck. Poor Ortho got so worried and obviously came to wrong conclusions, but Idia felt way too embarrassed to confess about the actual reason why he ended up in this situation… it feels horrible knowing that he made Ortho so worried and upset and heartbroken, but he just couldn’t say that he did it to feel good when he orgasms.

#replies #headcanons #idia shroud

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fractiflos · 20 days

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*scuttles over

Hey for ask game how about 5 headcanons on a What-If scenario where En unfortunately is All For One’s son?

(yeah I like En a lot I think he’s neat.)

I like En and want him to be happy. But I did this.

He was born by complete accident. AFO had only recently learned what sex was, being raised a street rat, and realized that having it was a big deal apparently. He decided to do it so he didn't look lame by society's standards. Unfortunately, he did not know a thing about protection and Miss Tayutai was too starstruck to question anything about it. When AFO heard the news that she was pregnant his first thought was to get a paternity test. His second was to think about what having a child would be like. He was actually kind of excited to be a dad because if he and Yoichi were identical twins, then the baby would also be Yoichi's baby and have his DNA. It would be like raising Yoichi again.

En was born and AFO was the father. Unfortunately, the MHA curse struck. En looked like his mom. Not a single bit of Yoichi to be found in his looks. AFO was disappointed but the baby still had Yoichi's DNA so he decided to keep it. But he was so angry about the way he looked, he killed En's mom and named him En after his ugly gray eyes, the color of smoke.

En grew up with a critical father who never admitted his own faults and loved to point out the littlest mistakes En made and make fun of him for it. And yet, any talk of leaving was immediately shut down. "Why would you leave? I only do this because I love you. I'll be lonely. I can't lose you like I lost your uncle." The uncle that En was constantly being compared to. "Look how pretty he was. Nothing like your ugly face." So En started wearing masks and the like to hide his face.

En became a very anxious perfectionist and hated his looks. Yet, there was one thing he had in common with his uncle: A love of heroes. He wanted to be one, but with how much his father made fun of his weak quirk, he knew he couldn't. Then one day, as he was walking in the park he was accosted by some villains and got so scared he lost control of his quirk. A hero saw the smoke and ran to help. Lariat. He complimented En on his quirk, the first compliment he had ever received about his quirk. He's so shocked he doesn't think and just asks if that means he can be a hero. Lariat shrugs and goes "Why not? Here, I gotta drop these guys off and then I can help you get started."

6 months later (they didn't require a lot back then) En becomes an underground hero. Naturally he keeps it a secret from his dad since he's not allowed to have a job or move out despite being 20. But AFO never paid him too much attention which allowed him to get away with it for a while. Until AFO saw him on patrol with Lariat. Now, En never knew his father was the infamous AFO. He figured he did some illegal work, but there was no way he could arrest his dad and as much as he wanted to tell someone, he just couldn't. When AFO comes out, En doesn't have time to react when he begins to battle Banjo, enraged by him having his brother's quirk and for being responsible for his son being a hero. (He jumped to conclusion on that one, having only seen them patrol together, but it's not like he's wrong.)

During the fight, it comes out that En is AFOs son and some stuff about OFA. And yet, when Banjo is dying after getting that building thrown at him, he still offers his quirk to En. He takes it, wanting to use it to honor his senpai, but he knows he can't do it then. He runs away from the scene to calm down, but he knows that he can't go home now.

Eventually, he finds someone who he thinks will make a good successor, just in time to face his dad. Only, instead of killing him, AFO tries to capture him. His son and brother in the same body, what a wonderful thing. Except he wants to do all sorts of experiments to see if he can get Yoichi to the surface without a lot of concern for En. AFO uses his spike quirk to try and pin his hand but En moves and...

Well, from here he either gets sliced in half (which leads to Nana getting the quirk and an au that mostly follows canon) or he dodges and gets captured another way, which would lead to a completely different world.

#En tayutai #mha #Middle may ask game

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drarryspecificrecs · 1 year

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2022.12 ~ Top 10 longest fics posted on AO3

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kairoseas · 3 months

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"I've had enough... I've had enough... I've really..." The form that sits in the room can't be Megumi. It's too small, to broken, too sad. Yuuji stares in shock at just how much damage had been inflicted upon him until now, taking an anxious step forward as he approached the boy's soul, the soul Sukuna had worked so hard to completely subjugate and subdue. Yuuji hasn't seen Megumi in weeks, in a month or more, but he's sure this isn't the Megumi from his memories. It couldn't be. It looked too broken. Too wrong. Too twisted and morphed into something unrecognizable to anyone but Yuuji's soul. If it were anyone else, they could have never found Fushiguro. "Miki... Gojo-sensei...my family... I killed my family... It's all my fault..." A wavering advancement became a sturdy step as Yuuji stepped fully into the light, unsure if his presence can be felt or his voice can be heard, stiffening his lip in order to prepare to make more words, contemplating deeply on what to say. "... But it's not... it's not your fault... that's what you told me in Shibuya..." Yuuji's stomach twisted, beginning to feel an illness welling up inside of him as he took more in of the sight of Megumi Fushiguro, or whatever was left of him. There's no indication that Megumi's heard his words, nor any that relays that Megumi even knows Yuuji's there with him. For all Yuuji knows, Megumi could be so subdued he thinks that he's completely alone, far away from anyone's help. "N... No Matter what Sukuna does... we still love you...! You still have family...! I'm your family...! Yuta-senpai, Maki-senpai, they're your family and they're fighting for you...! We need you, Megumi...! Everyone's fighting to save you...! So... I won't let you go this easily...!" There's a raw desperation in Yuuji's words as he drops just in front of Megumi on his hands and knees, as he tries to get the boy's soul to recognize that he was there, that he wasn't alone anymore. Yuuji, however, doesn't dare touch him yet, his brows furrowing upwards in concern and sadness, in uncertainty and agony for his best friend. There's a gentle stirring among the constant trembling, the shaking and the fear, among the cold digits that lay uselessly near his head in a crumpled fist that had no tightness or aggression in it. Yuuji watches him closely, one of his hands lifting to try and touch Megumi's soul, to try and make him realize that he wasn't all by himself anymore. Shaking digits reach out, and just barely brush dark strands, when Megumi's voice, spoken into the floor, is heard in perfect, crystal clear clarity despite his position. "How can you still love me... after what I've done...? It was all my fault..." It's exactly what Yuuji once thought, not being spoken aloud to him with his best friend, his most precious person in the world, being used as a mirror. It's a cruel thing, to see what you once were now etched on the expression of the one you loved, treasured above all else. A cruel irony that Yuuji swallows and faces head-on despite the tragedy, the bitterness behind it. "Cause you loved me for all the same reasons." Yuuji answers him gently, as if he were speaking to a child, trying to even crack a smile so that Megumi might look up to see something familiar to greet him back into the waking world. " ... You can't do anything to make me stop. I promise you that. It wasn't you, remember...? You told me that in Shibuya... it wasn't you, it wasn't your fault, Umi... You're not to blame for any of this... " And he sees two beautiful eyes arise from the ground, slowly. Jade, the deepest forest, misty with tears as he's unable to stop himself... and Yuuji comes closer, fully embracing his best friend in his arms, holding him tightly to his chest, one hand on the back of his head. Yuuji can still feel the tears streaming as he lifts Megumi completely, with little effort, from the cold, hard ground where he's spent many, sleepless nights. "I got you. ... You're safe. " And in the confines of his shoulder, Megumi wails.

#kore's posts #itafushi #jjk spoilers

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inamedmywaterbottlemichael · 1 year

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°• Reminisce •°

kageyama tobio x reader

wordcount: 872

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summary: idk what to tell you its fluff, maybe a bit angsty but in the same way mayo is spicy u get me; a lot of nail cutting action; pianist!reader; post time-skip; gender neutral reader

ao3 :>>>

My nails are getting long, you thought as you stretched out your hands before you. They actually aren't that long- over a millimeter above your hyponychium. However, as a pianist, the smallest difference can mean vastly different results.

You noticed as much in your practice that day. Despite this, you managed to bear through the slight discomfort in how your fingers curved and the annoying tiny clack of your nails. But it was still irritating.

After stretching your arms over you for one last time, you closed the lid of your piano and returned your sheet music to the shelf amongst the other pieces and the trophies you have accumulated over the years.

You went to your bedroom and began to bring out an assortment of items from a drawer: nail clippers, nippers, pusher, and-

"Oi Tobio, have you seen my filer?" you shouted from across your apartment.

"Ah, sorry I'm using it."

You entered the living room to see your boyfriend on the couch diligently filing his nails. His nail kit was displayed messily before him on the coffee table; both of your professions (well in his case it's more of a preference) require proper finger care so each of you usually carry your own.

He didn't look up at you as you sat in front of him on the couch but did when you held out your hand. He placed the filer in your palm then you took his hand in yours and worked on his freshly cut nails.

"Didn't you just buy a new one? You lost the file already?" you asked. Kageyama of all people isn't one to just lose something.

"Korai-senpai borrowed it." He huffed in annoyance, a small frown denting his forhead. "It's already been three days."

"Three days... You counted? You're that upset?"

He glanced off to the side for a moment and mumbled, "But I just bought it."

You raised an eyebrow at his irritation, your mouth threatening to break into an amused smirk.

You don’t remember when all this started to come so naturally. The easy back and forth—very different from the first few months of dating Kageyama. It was sweet but also incredibly awkward. Sure, it was funny seeing a grown-ass, six-foot-tall (not to mention famous) adult squirm while holding your hand. But it also felt like there was a gap that you didn't know how to close. A wall that seemed too tedious to unbuild. Every time you tried to get closer, he distanced himself further in a blushing mess.

When he snapped at you for the first time, it was almost six months into your relationship. You were sprawled on the carpeted floor of Kageyama's studio at the time as he sat on his bed trimming his nails. With nothing better to do, you had offered to do it for him. A kind, domestic gesture. Things went downhill from there.

"Wait, Y/N, sto- OI! You idiot that's not how you do it!"

You saw the regret line his feature the second the words left his mouth but you didn't have time to process it. The shock from his sudden and unexpected anger had you yelling back.

"Ha? Idiot? I'm doing you a favor and you call me an idiot?"

At this point, there was no going back.

"I didn't ask for your help!"

"Well shit, sorry for offering–"

It went on for a ridiculous few minutes and the fight had ended with you storming out. A good five seconds of reflection had you coming right back in, however, because 'this is so stupid'. You closed the door sheepishly behind you and shuffled toward Kageyama who stood right where you left him, expression oddly unreadable. Maybe because you had never seen him like this.

Before you could blurt out an apology, Kageyama had grabbed your wrist and pulled you into an embrace. It was incredibly stiff but he was determined to not let go. You felt more than heard a muffled 'I'm sorry' vibrate into the crook of your neck.

Six months of dating and it was the first time he hugged you first.

But oh boy, was this not the last of it. Although less eventful, the two of you used to always bicker when doing each other's nails. But you kept doing it anyway. Even if he was just as, if not more, meticulous about it as you were since both of you liked it in a certain way. It was annoying but somehow also weirdly endearing.

How that settled into the calm and familiarness of the now was something you couldn't even be bothered to recount.

You filed the somewhat sharp edge of the last nail—the one on his calloused pinky—and brushed off some of the flakes.

He slid his hand from your grasp and then examined your work.

"Thanks," he said, grazing the pad of his thumb over his nails before leaning over to grab the nail cutter.

You leaned your head on the couch as Kageyama started working on your nails, the afternoon sun framing his face. A sudden burst of fondness swelled in your chest in the aftermath of your reminiscing. You didn't even realize the smile creeping into your face.

Kageyama swept a glance at you before looking back at your fingers.

"Why are you smiling?" he said, trying to stop the corners of his mouth from mirroring yours.

You break into a full-blown grin. "'cuz of you."

He rolled his eyes. "Gross."

#kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio fluff #kageyama tobio one shot #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama tobio x reader fluff #hq kageyama #haikyuu!!#haikuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyu x reader #take a shot everytime you see the word 'nails' 'fingers' and 'hands'#i wrote this like 2 years ago #and now im in a phase where i hate x readers #so that's fun #hope you still enjoy it tho #even tho its kinda all over the place:D

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fledbeast578 · 9 months

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Special thanks to @lightheaded-dullahan for helping proofread and edit

A Knight and his Princess, a Knight and her Prince

Everyone had always expected that Mash Kyrielight would end up dating her current Master and best friend, Fujimaru Ritsuka. It seemed natural that the Kouhai and Senpai would be interested in one another, given all the time they had spent together throughout the various singularities they had solved together. This led to most servants and staff in Chaldea having an in-depth and vocal interest in seeing the two finally admit their obvious feelings to one another. Mandricardo was no different in this department, although his general disposition prevented him from being as vocal in his support as some of the other more rowdy servants. He truly did believe that one day his kind Master would end up sweeping the Shielder off her feet, riding off into the sunset like a noble hero would with his princess. The one thing wrong with that train of thought, was that he was currently dating said princess.

Their relationship wasn’t something he had started, his former lover Doralice could testify to how terrified he was of initiating any sort of romantic interaction. In fact the shock of being confessed to by Mash had left him in such a fritz he could barely remember anything of the day other than that he had apparently returned her advances, and ever since then they had been dating. Bear in mind, it wasn’t anything Mandricardo was against in any possible way. He respected Mash almost as much as he respected his Master, she was stronger and more confident than he could ever hope to be. Not to mention her beauty was easily on par with her combat prowess, the Rider blushing as he suddenly thought back to her fighting during a combat simulation. His strength in battle was one of the few things he could think well of himself for, but seeing her fight was an awe inspiring experience. The way she fought so courageously, charging into the fray even without a proper weapon, he couldn’t help but begin to stare whenever they began to train together, amazed at how handled the threats before her.

It simply never occurred to the Rider that their relationship could be anything other than two people fighting side by side in the protection of humanity; he figured they would be trusted companions at most. He had no idea what she had seen in an older man like him of all people. While he didn’t have the same experiences as his lostbelt self, he couldn’t remember any particularly close interactions they had there, with the chaldea staff only seeming it important to mention his role in protecting Master. In the few months he was summoned the most they’ve done is train together and occasionally talk during dinner. Yet here he was, officially and publicly dating Mash Kyrielight, and doing what he hoped was a not so disappointing job of being a boyfriend.

As much as he thought he wasn’t worthy of the Shielder, he truly did begin to develop honest feelings for her. Instead of being anxious on whether or not he was saying anything right or if he was annoying to hang out with, he began to look forward to their rendezvous. It was more than just him waiting for it to be revealed that it was all some big joke or mistake, and while he would never have the courage to initiate such a thing, when Mash grabbed on his hand, he made sure to tightly clasp onto hers in return, offering her a warm smile as he did.

Even if Mandricardo’s natural anxieties prevented any public displays of affection, they did nothing to hide their relationship and when asked neither would deny their current situation, so eventually their relationship did become more or less common knowledge amongst the various servants and staff. Despite Mandri’s initial concerns nobody seemed to have anything negative to say about the relationship, Hektor was happy for the Rider and the neo-argonauts were proud of him. However, among the Atlantis Argonauts, get rid of the space above and put an however instead of although there was one stark exception, a comment that while most definitely thoughtless without an ill content, would end up rattling through the brain of Mandri for weeks to come.

“Huh, I can’t believe that silly Master of mine would allow such a lovely woman to escape him, I had always sensed a special spark between the two of them.” Bartholomew mused, before quickly joining the celebration, “But regardless, congratulations, now perhaps if you grew some bangs you’d be the perfect couple…”

A more reasonable, confident, person would’ve immediately dismissed the proposition as a thoughtless comment, and chastised the other Rider for even saying such a thing as a response, as Charlotte Corday did soon after. Mash had after all asked him out, and was usually the one to initiate any ‘dates’ they went out with. However, despite this all Mandricardo got from the comment was that rather than a random ramble, it was an obvious surface level impression.

“Mash and Master, huh?” Mandri replied, trailing off as he did (“He’s right, they were here a lot longer than I’ve been here, not to mention the fact that he’s so much more confident than me, not to mention younger than an old man like me. Why is Mash dating me?” ) he began to wonder, silent as the world began to go silent before him, going on autopilot as he wished goodbye to his friends as lunch ended.

Mandri ended up going to the simulator, intent to get his mind off the situation, ironically only succeeding once the aforementioned Mash offered to join him for the situation. Despite his apprehensions he truly did enjoy interacting with the Shielder, even if he couldn’t stand to do anything particularly… intimate. In a self deemed Mandri moment, he found it much easier, or at least less nerve wracking, to spar with her as they trained, than to hold her hand as they walked to each other’s room after finishing training.

For a time, Mandri forgot about the initial comment, falling back into happily enjoying his interactions with Mash. That was until, he came across what was far from an unusual scene, Mash and her Master enjoying some lunch together, laughing wholeheartedly as they told stories to each other. Mandri was far from a jealous man, even when he was much more passionate in his youth he only ever fought for Doralice after she practically demanded it, but something about the scene caused the Rider’s mind to race, thinking back to Bartholomew’s comment.

‘I had always sensed a special spark between the two of them.’ echoed in Mandri’s mind, as much as he didn’t want to admit it the pirate was right, and his brain began to go into overdrive at the thought, his train of thought rapidly derailing.

( “Nobody ever went ‘ Oh I bet Mash and Mandricardo would look really cute together ’, it wasn’t even something I had dreamed of before she had asked me out. They’ve been together since the beginning, from what I’ve heard she’s been his Kouhai since before the original singularities had occurred, I’ve only known her for a month at this point! Maybe… maybe we weren’t meant to be with each other” ) Mandri concluded, a dour expression on his face, but his overactive imagination did far from stop at that point

(“Then… Why did she ask me out? Master is more confident than me, he’s more accomplished than me, he’s more popular, all I have on him are 10 years of my life” ) and then that was when something clicked in the Rider’s brain, what was to him, the obvious solution to his quandary.

(“ All I have that Mash and Master don’t… is experience, oh how could I miss this! Nobody ever expects their first relationship to last forever, but for Mash there’s nowhere to have that second relationship! I can’t believe I was so stupid to believe that Mash actually saw anything in me, all I’m good for… is to be that first relationship, so she can be with someone who hasn’t already experienced all of these things.” ) and with that final thought, Mandri ran, not even thinking of how he looked as he turned around and bolted straight back to his room.

When he finally reached his room, he barely made it past the threshold before his throat began to tighten and his breaths came out as if he was whimpering, tears already beginning to form in his eyes. He had thought he would be able to handle rejections easily. He had done so before Even when he thought he was being banished from Chaldea during valentines he hadn’t been pressed about the situation, but something about the situation made it too difficult for his anxious mind to deal with. It was as if his entire chest threatened to shrink and crumble as his lungs fought his own mind for air

His normal continuous, albeit anxious, train of thought was only coming out in confused spurts, some kind of static haze blasting over his thoughts. (“ How could I not realiz e”)- (“ You absolute idiot” )- (“ You’re nearly 30 and you can’t see you’re not even in her dating range?”), at this point tears were streaming down his face, just sitting in place as he continued sobbing.

He would’ve continued like that for a while, if not for the sudden opening of the door behind him, as Mash ran in with a worried expression on her face, her eyes darting around the room until she spotted the Rider. Without a second thought upon seeing the sorry state of her boyfriend she ran up and hugged him, desperately trying to communicate to him that she was there for him.

“Mandricardo, what’s wrong, I saw you run away before we even had dinner together, Senpai and I were worried sick!” she spoke urgently, despite her attempts at calming down the current state of Mandri was clearly making her worry as well.

The mention of her senpai however, only made it worse as Mandri tried to string together a response, “Don’t worry, just… go back to Master, I’m sorry for keeping you all this time, everyone knows you love him.” Mandri tried to reply reassuringly, but the continued tears and his shaky voice made it far from convincing. “I know that an old man like me wasn’t good for someone like you… but I hope this experience will be good enough to prepare you for him.”

Mash’s expression turned from a worried one to deathly serious, as if the whole situation suddenly clicked in her head. She knew that her boyfriend was nervous, but to this degree was almost incomprehensible to her. She couldn’t believe it had taken so long, chastising herself as she tried to wipe away his tears and comfort him, “Mandricardo, didn’t I ask you out?”

“Y-yes but…”

Mash’s expression almost turned to one of annoyance, before suddenly softening, realizing what she needed to do before she cut him off, “Mandricardo.”

“Y-yes?”

“I Love you.”

Mandricardo could barely respond, his face bright red as he tried to string together a full sentence from his constant stutters and murmurs. Even his normally omnipresent inner-monologue went completely silent as his brain began to spasm in place trying to find the words to respond to this situation.

Realizing her boyfriend’s difficulty, Mash responded by placing her lips upon his. Holding him close as she leaned deeper in, comforting him like a knight would to her prince. Not saying anything, not because she didn’t have anything to say, but because she didn’t need to, because she knew the best way to reassure her boyfriend was by showing her just how much she loved him.

For a moment, it was silent, the kiss continued mostly uninterrupted, Mandricardo’s nerves calming as he boldly grasped Mash’s own hands, showing her how close he wanted to be to her. Finally, at least for now, he stopped worrying about whether he truly was loved, and while he would always have his anxieties, at this moment he was well and truly sure that the Shielder in front of him truly did love him. He didn’t need to worry about his Master sweeping her off her feet, for at this moment, they were both knight, prince and princess for each other, and he knew that no matter what he would be able to trust her when she said that she did care for him.

Just outside the partially open door, a certain Chaldean Master and his Fox Companion watched the scene unfold, a smile on his face as he saw just how happy they were. He looked to the figure beside him,

“Should we tell them the door is open, Suzuka?” he whispered

The fox only scoffed, “You’re like so dumb sometimes, you know that? Let’s just close the door and leave these two lovebirds alone.” she whispered back, “After all, my super cool boyfriend isn’t about to be outdone, is he?” she finished, grabbing onto his collar as she began to pull him into her own room.

#fgo #fate grand order #fanfic #Mandricardo #Mash #Mash x Mandricardo #rare pair

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heather-ouo · 2 years

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Am i the one?

WS! Hanakaba! Reader ( Raiden Mei )

Things to remind

WS - world serpents

(F/f) - favorite food

(H/c) - hair color

How the au works

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Currently you lay on the cold marble floor and purple (f/t) leaves a trail showing the (h/c) crawled their way to the bathroom despite being in a weak state, unfortunately you are on the second stage of Hanakaba.

An opposite version of hanahaki, the flowers grow outside of the victim instead grow insides in short is like you dead of old age.

Knocking sounds break the quiet room as you sit up against the wall. It continued for a few minutes until the person from the outside lost their patient and used the spare key to open the door.

“ (Y/N) we are up for a meeting with the rest and the higher ups needs you to be prese…nt ”

“ Huh…? Why are there flowers all over the floor..? ”

You ignore the sound of footsteps and a blurry black and pink-red figure who rushes up as your consciousness begins to fade away.

“ Pss!.. (Y/n)…! ”

“ Wake up..! ”

“I’m.. up… ”

The (h/c) rub their eyes tiredly while the purple haired girl asks in worries.

“ Did you stay up again? It’s not good for your health if you keep continuing like that.. ”

“ Nah.. it’s possible low sugar i forgot to bring some for lunch. ”

“ I see… Do you mind if I bring some sweets for you? Sleeping in Himeko-sensei’s class isn’t a good choice. ”

Sweets… from Mei..? SWEETS FROM MEI?!

You can’t help but feel your ears start to burn. The tiredness is washed away but your mind keeps repeating the same three words.

“ Y-Ye-a.. I-uh.. really appreciate it i-if you will.! ”

HELL why would you start to stutter right now?! IN THE FREAKING CLASS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU CRU- NO! YOUR TARGET!

You ruffle your hair but your fingertips felt something odd in your hair, something soft and small, a few small bumps then the school bell rings and everyone gets back to their dormitories.

The (h/c) went back to their dormitories which they shared with Kiana Kaslana, Raiden Mei, Bronya Zakychik, Himeko Murata and the Overseer’s granddaughter, you open the door to find Kiana clinging on Mei again.

“ Mei-senpai! What are we having for dinner tonight? ”

“ Let’s see… the ingredients are enough for some fried chicken and (f/f)..”

“ Kiana-chan? Do you mind going out to buy some groceries? ”

“ Anything for Mei-senpai! ”

That girl Kiana Kaslana.. if she wasn’t The World Serpent's lord’s granddaughter you could have already confess, aside being the granddaughter she was the vessel for the Herrscher of Void too and nothing can get worse than that.

It’s not like you don't have the guts to do it but if it isn’t your job’s duty to watch over them it seems training overnight is the best choice for now.

“ hey blockhead! Can you move? You are blocking the door. ”

“ You little Paramecium.. could you repeat that? ”

“ (y-(y/n)? ”

“ No, the one you called me a few seconds ago. ”

“ Blockhea-d…? ”

You smile calmly before you slam your book at Kiana’s face, knocking her out in the process, change of plan to “ buy groceries for Mei ” since you knocked Kiana out.

“ Opps? heh.. ”

“ (y/n).. Did you knock out Kiana again? ”

“ No?~ ”

Mei turns her head around and catches you red-handed while dragging Kiana to her bedroom and the (h/c) smile awkwardly at the purple haired girl.

“ Just.. put her on the couch i'll tell you what i need before you head off. ”

. . .

. .

It’s getting slightly worse by the months.

The flowers grow on you as if you are the main nutrition, Purple (f/t) can be seen on your back and front here a little and there.

Everyday the dizziness gets worse to the point you fainted during a training you thought was nothing until the Substitute doctor broke the news for you.

“ Ugh.. ”

“ I see you are awake. ”

The (h/c) turns their head to the source of the sound, a white haired girl with golden eyes stares at them beside her is a small bottle with pink blue gradient liquid inside it.

“ Do you know why the flowers are growing on you? ”

“ No.. ”

*sigh..*

“ I should say you are a bit lucky on this one. ”

“ The one you got is ‘ Hanakaba ’ , an opposite of ‘ Hanahaki ’ or what some people call as throw up flower illness. ”

Now you are very confused, you do know what ‘ Hanahaki ’ is but what the heck is ‘ Hanakaba’ ?!

“ As I said, it is the opposite of ‘ Hanahaki . The flower grows around the victim's body instead of growing inside and slices the victim’s throat when they are rejected. ”

“ It sounds no difference to me.. ”

The Substitute doctor threw the small bottle which you caught it in one hand.

“ Now listen carefully, you have four options since you are on the first stage. ”

One. Confess to the person you love before it's too late,

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Two. If you want to keep waiting then take the liquid from that bottle in your hand when you get to stage three to slow down the process but there’s side effects.

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Three. You can take the cure instead of getting the surgery. You can still remember the one you once loved but there's a chance of relapse, I can't promise what will happen when it relapses.

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Four. You can go ahead watch your crush start off a family with someone else that’s not you while slowly erase from this world.

“ Choose wisely (Y/n) I have to go. ”

“ Wait! Before you go.. could you tell me your name? ”

“ A fellow Kaslana, that's all you need to know. ”

The golden-eyed girl’s body disappears into a small cube and the door opens revealing worried Mei and Kiana.

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. . .

Why is it always the Kaslanas?!

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Masterlist, Part 2 | coming up |

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Sooo i change my au name to Hanakaba :)

Still works cause im the one writing my au.

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Tagging people ( permission asked! :D )

@azukaaa

#honkai x reader #Honkai impact x reader #Hanakaba! Reader #raiden mei x reader #honkai fanfics

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animehouse-moe · 10 months

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Dandadan Volume 4: Have You Ever Seen A Cattle Mutiliation?

It's really so easy to lose sight of the vibe of a series when you've got 3 or more months between volumes. Despite that, Dandadan volume 4 hardly misses a beat as it caps off the Nessie/Serpoian fight of volume 3 and begins to set up for our next close encounter of the 3rd kind. Thanks to that, there's not a huge world of things to talk about specific to this volume, but I feel like that break gives us the perfect opportunity to dive further into Yukinobu Tatsu as a mangaka.

I'll just say it to get it over and done with: Tatsu, with the right story, would make for a great slice of life/comedy mangaka. The humor, the posing, the interactions, the sheer oddity of their appeal. It's the perfect recipe for a story you can't put down that doesn't need action or drama or anything like that to keep it going.

This doesn't mean they shouldn't create action stories like Dandadan, but it does mean I think Tatsu has room to grow in regards to action series, so I'll start there.

The combat itself is interesting and innovative, but hinges on large movements and actions that are preceded by careful planning and struggling against a far superior enemy. This in itself isn't a bad thing, but requires effort and ability to pull off the pieces in between planning/struggling, and execution. And I feel like Tatsu is just on the cusp of grasping it. The big moments are big and impactful, but the in between can feel lacking, and out of sync with those bigger moments.

Take this page as the prime example. The two action shots of Aira are very good. The top is a very unique angle on the situation, while the bottom plays into a more typical style in aggressive fashion. The middle that separates them though, I'd say it's very far from being needed or contributing to the flow of the moment.

I think even further, a piece that Tatsu is so close to grabbing, is the level of detail for events. Not so much how much work is put into the art for it, but how much is shown for the respective moments. Pieces that you'd want to see more of you get very little for, and then other pieces that seem somewhat inconsequential you get plenty for.

Of course, this isn't the case for everything, as Tatsu provides an incredible sequence for Momo to finish off our Serpoian Nessie here.

The storyboarding, the degree of detail in it, and just the sheer quality. It's an incredible moment that shows Tatsu at their very sharpest in this volume, at the peak of their ability to deliver action and energy through this story.

But anyways, the next piece. Tatsu's Always Timely Humor ™️. Tatsu just gets humor. They get the kind of humor that they enjoy, and they get the kind of humor that works perfectly with their absurdist approach. And whaddya know? They're one in the same.

So, what's the secret to conveying this humor that Tatsu's so good at? Sincere characters paired with an absurdist reality and posing. The comedy is such a genuine piece of the characters that the ridiculous poses and insanely odd setups meld perfectly with the overall story.

And just one last bit of good humor that brings us perfectly into the next topic. The Mantis Shrimp alien became an outlaw for the sake of his son who has an illness that causes him to lose blood daily. As our group of misfits finds out, the blood that runs in that Mantis Shrimp-like alien's blood is nothing else than milk. Thanks to that we get a classic cow abduction scene with some added flavor.

Yeah, that second image? That's 100% an homage to the Millenium Falcon (with a few tweaks to avoid copyright). And that's where the next piece of praise comes from for Tatsu (and why they'd be great with a slice of life/comedy story). The references are on point and creative, and stay true to where the material comes from. Disparate to his one-time senpai Fujimoto, Tatsu's references are very forthcoming, and play a core role in the comedy and reception of the story. They don't carry the story or its humor, like parody series tend to lean on, but it adds a very nice complement that provides variety and breadth.

And truthfully, I think that summarizes a lot of my thoughts on the volume. An old "friend" of Momo's returns with promises of a haunted houses and further teasing of the Serpoians being involved, and this time a reverse triangle appears as Okarun and Momo's "friend" Jiji vie for attention from her. It's well done, and it provides a nice break that allows for the house to be explored in full with the next volume.

I don't think it's a surprise to any that Yukinobu Tatsu and Dandadan are good, but I think it's pretty clear the improvements that appear the longer that Tatsu gets with this story, and the further they grow as a well rounded mangaka similar to their tutor(s), such as Fujimoto. So yeah, Dandadan good. You should read.

#dandadan #ダンダダン #tatsu yukinobu #anime and manga #manga #manga review #manga recommendation

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claire321r · 2 years

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A First Date

I glanced up at the clock at the center of the plaza. There were still seven or so minutes until we were meant to be meeting but the waiting was absolutely killing me.

There was finally a time were out schedules lined up so we could get our first real date in. Sure we'd walked parts of the way home together hand in hand before or stopped off for a coffee or snack after class, but today was the first we could actually spend most of the day together despite us dating for three months.

But even then, I wasn't quite sure what I should make of the day. We hadn't made any plans besides the meeting time and spot and we agreed to play the rest by ear. This was all fine by me though. I didn't have any dating experience at this point, so the best I would ever come up with would probably be some cliche date that wouldn't actually be any fun for her.

I just hoped I wasn't too under dressed for anything we might end up doing. I always stuck to jeans for my casual clothes since I was stuck in a skirt all the time at school, and basic graphic t-shirts were the rest of my wardrobe pretty much. I did throw on a button down on top of it all, but I left it unbuttoned to stay a bit more casual. I could always button it up later if needed.

The best I could do at that point was just wait. The others in the park ebbed and flowed on their way to whatever it was they were doing. I decided to burn my time picking out someone as they entered the plaza and following them with my eyes until I lost sight of them. I know it would have been seen as creepy if anyone caught me, but it's not like it was illegal to do or anything.

I wound up watching a mom drag her kids across the lot as they resisted heavily. There was also a group of girls around my age with sports bags that were talking loudly and laughing as they came by. There was also an older man that wandered in at some point and sat on a bench on the other side of the plaza. I did end up watching him for a while before I decided it was probably safer to pick a new target.

As I found a man in a suit to watch over, I felt a presence beside me that I hadn't noticed before. I abandoned my people watching to find that the one beside me was actually Umi. She was looking at me with wide eyes and a grin across her face.

"Hey there, Kanae. Been waiting long?" she asked as she pushed herself off the wall we were leaning against. Her wavy hair followed in her wake.

"Not... really..." I stuttered. I always ended up a nervous wreck when we were together. She was my first girlfriend and I really didn't want to mess anything up.

I averted my eyes, but I couldn't help but look at her. Her outfit suited her perfectly. A beautiful flowing dress topped with a cardigan and a cute matching shoulder bag. I could already feel the blush in my face rising.

"And, anyway, you're here early too, Umi-senpai" I said as I finally peeled myself from the wall.

"True, but you were the one already waiting," she said as she took my hand. We had done this so many times before but like everything about her, it never made my heart race any less than it did that first time.

"It's not like I had anything better to do today anyway."

"Just too excited, were you?" She teased as she swung our connected hands.

I could only nod in response and try to hide my blush behind my hair.

She giggled at this. "I was pretty excited too," She admitted. "It is our first proper date after all." This time it was her turn to blush, which only made me blush even more.

We stood there hand in hand blushing at each other for a while it seemed, if one of us didn't do anything we might well have stood there all day.

"So... Uh... Senpai.... Did you have any ideas about what to do today?"

"I had a couple things in mind," she said. "Unless you had something particular you wanted to do."

I shook my head. "Not really. I'm still entirely new to this so I didn't have anything jump out at me."

"Alright then," She said with a sparkle in her eyes. "Leave it all to your senpai," she winked.

She started to lead us across the plaza, I assumed toward our first destination of the day.

"Ah! Umi-senpai, wait!" I said pulling her back before we got too far.

"What am I doing? Didn't I want it to be more special, sometime when the mood was right, where we could both feel we wanted to? Why was I about to force our first kiss to be here of all places? Everyone could see us here, there was no hiding it. It couldn't be a special thing just for us. But did that really matter? I've been wanting this since day one. We just need the one to open the gates. But is it worth it for my first ever kiss to be like this?"

"What is-" she began to ask before I brought my lips to hers. My mind went blank the moment before it happened and I let my body move on its own.

Our first didn't last that long. Essentially a peck. So quick I could barely remember that it even happened. Umi seemed more shocked that it happened than I felt.

"Sorry," I blurted out without thinking. Clearly my brain was running on autopilot and I wished I could just stop it. "I just..."

"You're fine, Kanae," She said as her free hand found my shoulder. She lifted herself up slightly and brought her lips to mine again.

Her kiss was so gentle and soft. I could feel this one spreading through my face as she held her lips against mine. Her warmth was so comforting and nice. She dropped herself back down but left her hand on my shoulder.

"You could have given me a little warning though," she giggled before rising to meet me again.

I could feel my whole face burning red. I know I was the one that started it, but it felt like the whole plaza was watching us.

"Well let's get going," Umi sang as she began to pull me along again. "There's still a whole date ahead of us after all."

#Umi #Kanae #yuri #gl #personal writing #short story #lesbian #Lesbian Couple #first date #girls love #kissing #first kiss #Original Work #original story #original

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victoryfeathers · 2 years

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CERTAIN VICTORY

First Chapter on AO3

THE CROWS FLY TO AMERICA! Karasuno is invited to an annual training camp and tournament in Seattle, Washington. Their hosts are Cascade High School (Ōkamiyama), the winners of last year's tournament. During this summer voyage, Karasuno bonds with a few wolves improving their gameplay before returning to Japan for the Miyagi Prefecture Qualifier and the Spring Nationals! 必勝祈願

CHAPTER 01 | WAY OUT WEST

A soft breeze drifted over the school grounds; summer break had finally arrived. Members of the Karasuno volleyball team gathered around the gym as one last packing checklist was underway before loading the van departing for the nearby Sendai Airport. The crows were heading for Seattle over in America for a training camp and tournament!

The sun was rising as the team confirmed all of their luggage and belongings. For most of them, it was to be their first time on a plane. They would arrive in America at about 9:30 am PST tomorrow and it was still confusing to some of the boys how the sixteen-hour time zone difference worked despite Takeda-sensei's best efforts. Generously their hosts in Washington had paid for all of their travel expenses to and from the United States on top of providing accommodations, meals, and funds for extra activities. All of their rides were on Japan Airlines and all their seats on the last flight from Tokyo to Seattle had been booked in the Business Class Sky Suites so that everyone could sleep overnight. It was a long period of traveling and the boys were ramped up and rearing to go. The full personnel consisted of the two coaches, the two managers, and the nine players on the team.

They were on their way to becoming a formidable force. Karasuno was led by their dependable captain Daichi Sawamura, followed by vice-captain and setter Kōshi Sugawara, wing spiker and ace Asahi Azumane, libero Yū Nishinoya, wing spiker Ryūnosuke Tanaka, genius setter Tobio Kageyama, middle blocker and decoy Shōyō Hinata, middle blocker Kei Tsukishima, and middle blocker and pinch server Tadashi Yamaguchi. They improved every week and following a heartbreaking defeat against Aoba Johsai in the Interhigh Tournament the crows swung back with a fiery determination.

"Can you believe it? We really get to go to America!" Hinata exclaimed as he bounced around.

"Just think of all the pretty girls we will see!" Nishinoya added, matching Hinata's movements.

"Your senpais will show you how it's done!" Tanaka cried out while they loaded up the bus.

The team was able to check a couple of large suitcases to go in the airplane cargo which consisted of their Fly (飛べ) banner and gifts. They had spent the last several weeks coming up with ideas for gifts to bring to their hosts as a 'thank you' for the invitation and financial coverage. They may have gone overboard with the presents but they hoped that the Cascade High School volleyball team would appreciate their unique Japanese-themed gifts. Most of it was various types of clothing like shirts and whatnot that could only be purchased in their country. They also brought many of their favorite snacks that were safe for passing through customs and the Travel Security Administration. On top of all of that, they brought with them their passion for volleyball.

Two months ago it had come as a big surprise when Takeda received an email from one of the coaches at Ōkamiyama (狼山). The crows had come to refer to Cascade High School as "Ōkamiyama" due to their wolf mascot and location in the Cascade mountain range ('Ōkami' 狼 means wolf and 'yama' 山 means mountain). Karasuno had accepted the invitation to come to Seattle, Washington for a little under three weeks to participate in a week-long training camp with their hosts followed by a five-day tournament located at the University of Washington.

The letter explained that the students at Ōkamiyama had seen some videos of Karasuno from five years ago and were inspired. While Japanese was not a standard subject in America several members of the wolves' volleyball team had started learning on their own or otherwise taking lessons, there would also be two translators present as well. Most of the Karasuno members ranged from a passable to a good understanding of English. There was a whole bunch of excitement coursing through the crows at the prospects of international travel, the fun activities in Seattle, and the chance to play against several strong teams.

"Suga-san," Hinata began, sitting in the seat behind the vice-captain. "can I look at the information packet again?"

"Certainly!" Sugawara replied. He fished out the papers from his bag and chuckled. "Here you are." He said handing the first-year the travel papers.

Hinata had been nonstop asking for the details over and over to the point that Takeda had printed extra copies for the team. He skimmed over the top page which was just the initial email printed out. He wanted to read about the itinerary, events, and team roster again. Their journey from Sendai to Osaka to Tokyo to Seattle was thrilling but at the same time made Hinata extremely nervous. He had never been so far away from his home and hoped he did not vomit again on anyone. Once they arrived in America they would meet one of the host coaches and translators who would take them from the airport to Everett where the high school was located. Once he had reread the travel schedule Hinata turned to the layout of the training with Ōkamiyama.

EVERETT TRAINING CAMP

DAILY SCHEDULE 8:00am - Breakfast 9:00am - Warmups 9:30am - Single Set Match 10:00am - Team Practice 12:00pm - Lunch 1:00pm - Afternoon Event* 4:00pm - Free Time 6:00pm - Dinner 7:00pm - Full Set Match 9:00pm - Individual Practice 11:00pm - Lights Out

*Monday- Downtown Seattle, Tuesday- Woodland Park Zoo, Wednesday- Lake Union, Thursday- Waterfront Aquarium, Friday- College Volleyball

EVENING TEAM LINEUPS Monday - Karasuno vs. Ōkamiyama Tuesday - Karasuno vs. Rōzutoge Wednesday - Karasuno vs. Hisuimori Thursday - Karasuno vs. Shachiwan Friday - Karasuno vs. Kaitomoya Saturday - Everyone at Alpine Lodge

Hinata had been nearly unable to sleep the night before, he was overcome with anticipation and joy. Whenever his thoughts raced to think about getting to play against five teams in the upcoming week his head spun. The only snag was his and Kageyama's recent fight, to which they were still not yet back to being friendly with one another, much to the rest of the team's dismay. If they expected to play at their best in the upcoming weeks then they needed to have their demon first-year duo back in shape. Hinata was still new to learning how to fight on his own and he was desperate to try out his unmastered skills against other teams.

Beyond the trip to Seattle lay a week spent in Saitama for a training camp with Nekoma, Shinzen, Ubugawa, and Fukurōdani. Later on, in the summer, they had scheduled regular practice matches with the neighborhood association and Nekoma. In addition to all of that Karasuno had extended invitations to other schools in surrounding prefectures to come to Miyagi for short training camps and practice matches into the next school term. So far, Takodai (octopus) from Yamagata, Koumorizen (bats) from Aomori, and Risunami (squirrels) from Akita had accepted the offer to come to Karasuno. Outside of those three, they were waiting to hear back from Kamenike (turtles), Ashikama (sea lions), and a couple of others. In the years since Karasuno was a national powerhouse, they had fallen out of communication with other teams. Their hardworking faculty coach, Takeda, was always on the lookout to organize more experience for Karasuno. His devotion to the team contributed to their success, something that the crows were eternally grateful for. In the months to follow their weekends were filling up with travels to Tokyo and hosting other schools at their home in Miyagi.

With wide eyes Hinata looked over the list of players, maybe I can get a turn with the tablet to watch their videos again... he wondered. Aside from their full roster list with player details the Americans had provided various videos of their matches and a summary of last year's standings. They were one of the best in Washington with no glaring holes in their playing. Their strength lay in their upperclassmen and wing spikers. In the previous summer, they managed to win the Seattle Tournament and a few of their players received awards for their outstanding capabilities.

CASCADE HIGH SCHOOL VOLLEYBALL TEAM 1. Reed Collins - Captain / Middle Blocker - 4th Year 2. David Garcia - Ace / Wing Spiker (Out) - 4th Year 3. Sam Campbell - Setter - 4th Year 4. Lan Nguyen - Vice Captain / Wing Spiker (Opp) - 3rd Year 5. Diego Perez - Libero - 3rd Year 6. Dylan Anderson - Middle Blocker - 3rd Year 7. Charlie Vo - Wing Spiker (Out) - 3rd Year 8. Taylor Martin - Libero - 1st Year 9. Kodah Stone - Wing Spiker (Out) - 2nd Year 10. Alex Williams - Middle Blocker / Pinch Server - 2nd Year 11. Ryan Zhang - Wing Spiker (Out) - 2nd Year 12. Parker Harris - Wing Spiker (Out) - 1st Year 13. Josh Miller - Middle Blocker - 1st Year 14. Erik Thorvald - Setter / Wing Spiker (Opp) - 2nd Year

KARASUNO HIGH SCHOOL VOLLEYBALL TEAM 1. Daichi Sawamura - Captain / Wing Spiker (Opp) - 3rd Year 2. Kōshi Sugawara - Vice-Captain / Setter - 3rd Year 3. Asahi Azumane - Ace / Wing Spiker (Out) - 3rd Year 4. Yū Nishinoya - Libero - 2nd Year 5. Ryūnosuke Tanaka - Wing Spiker (Out) - 2nd Year 9. Tobio Kageyama - Setter - 1st Year 10. Shōyō Hinata - Middle Blocker / Decoy - 1st Year 11. Kei Tsukishima - Middle Blocker - 1st Year 12. Tadashi Yamaguchi - Middle Blocker / Pinch Server - 1st Year

The roster of Ōkamiyama was long. They had fourteen players, whereas Karasuno was only nine. Wow, they have two liberos and six wing spikers! Hinata thought. It was so odd for him to see "fourth year" on the American roster when Japanese high schools were only three years. He reminded himself that the fourth years in Washington were the same age as Karasuno's third years, they just started high school a year earlier. Which meant that the American first years were younger than Hinata, I wonder if I am taller than any of the wolves. Aside from an additional year of more challenging schoolwork, Hinata liked the idea of having more chances to play in the center court at Nationals, or so he liked to dream. He thought of how Karasuno stood against Ōkamiyama and imagined playing against them.

At one point the total amount of second years on the team was five players. Now it was only two. Karasuno faced difficulties in having a shallow roster, but there were some benefits in the sense of the nine current members received more playing time. However, by the same stroke, they were prone to tiring faster too. The other second years, Chikara Ennoshita, Hisashi Kinoshita, and Kazuhito Narita had not yet decided on if they would return to the club. It was late July and while they had missed out on the spring term volleyball the rest of the team was always hoping for more players to return or otherwise join.

Their journey to the state of Washington would begin with a short drive to their local airport before embarking on an eighty minute flight to Osaka with a two-hour layover there in the Itami Airport. Following that stint, they would board again for a seventy-five minute ride to the Haneda Airport. Their first two flights were in the Economy Class and the crows would be sitting all together in clusters. From there they would be leaving their home country on a nine and a half hour overnight flight directly to Seattle.

"Hinata-kun!" Yachi Hikota exclaimed as she sat in the seat in front of Hinata.

"Yac-san!" He cried in equal joy, throwing his hands in the air.

"Did you remember to bring your summer homework?"

The joy evaporated and Hinata's arms fell to his sides.

"Yes," he grumbled softly. "do we want to start studying right now? It's not a long ride to the airport and I'm too excited to focus..." Hinata finished sheepishly with a hand behind his head. Yachi shook her head.

"That's alright Hinata, we can begin later on the ocean flight and there's downtime planned into the schedule."

"Ugh nobody else has homework! I just want to have fun way out west!" He grumbled.

"That's because everyone else planned in advanced to have two weeks off." Tsukishima sneered. Then he noticed the other volleyball idiot. "Well, everyone except for the King." He finished snickering. Kageyama glared at the middle blocker.

Hinata had packed his school workbooks into his carry on backpack, though he had hoped Yachi would forget about it. She was incredibly smart and tutored Hinata and Kageyama in their studies. Her help was so amazing that Hinata was able to get nearly all of his English exam questions right... but he realized too late that he had been off by one in filling in the answer sheet. Thankfully this trip to Seattle did not conflict with any academics so this time there was no threat of a supplementary exam.

"Wait..." Sugawara questioned, confused. "Hinata, did you say 'out west'?"

"Yeah, America is west of Japan."

"That is correct, but we are flying eastwards over the Pacific Ocean to get to Seattle. Remember? It's near Canada and on the western side of the United States."

"Huh? But the maps?!"

"America is both west and east of Japan, Hinata. We are taking the most direct route over the ocean instead of flying over Asia, Europe or Africa, and then across the Atlantic Ocean to be on the far side of North America." Yachi added, hoping to quell his misunderstandings. There was no such luck.

Hinata's face was completely devoid of understanding. His sunken expression was beyond recognition of their words as he started to question all of his thoughts on geography. Laughter broke out, rolling around the van and continued for many streets as they approached their destination. Their conversations turned into breakoff groups of the forthcoming adventure. Highlights involved all the new food they would get to try, the sights of Seattle, strategies for how to combat Ōkamiyama's strengths, and reviewing common English phrases.

Soon enough they spilled out into the long-term parking lot. They unloaded the school van quickly as the sense of reality dawned on them. The upcoming teams were waiting far off in distant shores, challenges on the horizon, but first and foremost they would have to navigate the airports.

"All right, let's go!" Daichi asserted, leading the first steps.

"YEAH!"

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thenon-fictiondays · 2 years

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Hirano to Kagiura light novel translation 1-2

Chapter 1: The first time.

Part 2

Part 1 || Part 3

Upon putting away the shared vacuum cleaner and returning to his room, the dust on the desk and shelf stands out to him as much as the freshly-cleaned floor. A mop might work, but pencil marks are difficult to remove. Now, where are the wipes?

“Kagiura-kun, do you have a dust rag over there?”

When Hirano calls out to him, his kouhai diligently responds.

“Yes, but it’s pretty dirty, so I’ll go wash it. Please wait a moment.”

The cloth that he shows him is indeed pitch-black, as though it had been used meticulously. It should’ve been brand new, though.

“It’s fine, I’ll just use it real quick.”

“No, you don’t have to!”

Before the words have even left his mouth, Kagiura rushes off to wash the cloth. How diligent of him, Hirano thinks, impressed.

It has already been a month since he started living with his new roommate. This is Hirano’s second year of living in the dorms. For his kouhai, who had recently graduated from middle school, it must be his first time living in such a way, but his days pass by peacefully, without any apparent friction.

Many students went home for Golden Week, and Hirano and Kagiura were no exception. While they cleaned their room upon returning to the dorms on the last day of the break, Hirano was suddenly taken back to the beginning of the year. Although they tidied up every day, it was the first time since then that they’d done any deep cleaning.

Although the rooms assigned to the second years are the same as last year, naturally they were cleaned more thoroughly before the arrival of the new students. The day after he returned to the dormitory on April 1st, Hirano was informed of Kagiura’s arrival, and he became increasingly busy with preparations.

Additionally, Hirano is not skilled at communication. Although it isn’t a problem once he gets used to them, it takes time to open up to someone he’s just met, and he’s aware that his appearance and behavior make him seem unapproachable. He’d discussed with Dorm Leader Hanzawa, who knows of the situation, how to deal with his kouhai; they’d decided using a nickname was a high hurdle but that calling him ‘Kagiura-kun’ would be fine. However, this did not ease his nerves.

Incidentally, ‘Kagiura-kun’ is a bit of a mouthful. I’d like to find a way to make it flow better, he thinks, but it would feel too awkward to shorten it so early in their relationship.

Since third year students’ single rooms are customarily vacated by mid-march, the senpai Hirano had been rooming with last year moved in early to create an environment suitable for self-study. Because of this, Hirano had spent a term living alone, so to suddenly return to living with a roommate put him on guard. As a result, he hadn’t slept well the night before Kagiura’s move-in date, and slept in the next day until he’d arrived.

Not only about waking up, Hirano is by nature not good with mornings. Nevertheless, he takes pride in being able to wake himself up if he has appointments and such, so to sleep in on the day his kouhai was to arrive of all days was a frustrating situation. Thanks to that, even though he went to the trouble of consulting Hanzawa, he couldn’t exactly say they got off to a good start.

Even so, Kagiura readily adjusted to him, so upfront that anyone can see he adores Hirano. Despite having trouble with mornings, he diligently gets up early for morning practice every day, and got used to all the regulations that are now a part of his daily life, all without complaint. According to his basketball clubmates, he is a newcomer who had high expectations placed on him even before entering the school, and who practices more enthusiastically than anyone else.

Other than that—he is probably bad at studying.

Just the previous day, when he’d seen Hirano and Sasaki at school, he’d asked “who was that with you?”, to which Hirano had replied “he sucks at studying, so I let him see my notes”, and Kagiura had grimaced.

“.....I suck at it too.”

His expression as he said it was so disheartening that Hirano was worried.

“Are your notes all right?”

High school teachers erase the words on the blackboard quickly, so students copy notes without understanding the contents.

As he had expected, Kagiura appeared troubled, averting his eyes.

“Whenever I miss something, my friends let me see their notes.”

Hirano didn’t intend to scold him, but whenever he confirms something that’s troubling him, he can’t help but get preachy.

“I see. Well, do your best. Don’t fall asleep in class or anything.”

Kagiura nodded soberly at the words Hirano tacked on as a joke.

This response was blatantly suspicious. Unlike in compulsory education, exam results are reflected in promotion from high school.

Hopefully everything goes well—for now, it all depends on the first semester midterms coming up in mid-May. The schedule is not generous with the sports festival at the end of the month, and the narrow scope of the exams makes it difficult for first-years to make a difference in their grades under normal circumstances.

…That should be the case.

There is a reason Hirano could not let his kouhai’s unsettling reaction slide. After all, there’s someone close to him who sleeps in class or plays hooky.

He came late today as well. Sasaki Shuumei, a repeat offender of late arrivals.

They had been in the same class last year as well, and he frequently missed notes. Hirano lends Sasaki his notes time after time, but all he sees is Sasaki answering questions wrong on the homework for the following week.

It isn’t reflected in the results so much as it makes him wonder, what the hell is he copying?

As it happens, they’re in the same class again this year.

He wouldn’t say so himself, but Sasaki is, for better or for worse, an eye-catching guy, with too-brightly dyed tawny hair and a large number of piercings.

His features are well-defined, yet the look in his eyes is harsh; he has little interest in doing anything and spends most events spacing out, not trying to hide his boredom. To his classmates, he’s the type of guy that can’t open up to others. Just the fact that someone of his stature is so unsociable makes him seem intimidating to those around him. That being said, his actions aren’t nearly as bad as the first impression he gives. Despite his gaudy appearance, he’s been heard saying “I don’t wanna get into fights, since I’m not good with them.”

If one had to guess, they’d say he’s bored with school. He doesn’t seem to have any hobbies, though he sometimes talks about music with friends and seems to enjoy himself, but that’s about it.

When Hirano arrives at school as usual, Sasaki, who was again late from first period, asks, “Hirano, let me see your notes for English.”

Although he would normally just lend them to him, Hirano, upon careful consideration, offers him an exchange instead.

“Sure, but in exchange show me your math notes.”

Hirano, who never copies notes unless he’s absent, isn’t quite sure what preparation strategy Kagiura should take.

Nevertheless, Sasaki, who likewise never takes notes, can do math.

If he can grasp the key concepts of math, as opposed to any other subject, then Hirano may find some tips for teaching Kagiura.

“Hm? Uh, I guess, but…why? Will you look at my answers for the homework?”

“Of course not, dumbass. I just think my roommate might struggle with studying. I want reference material to help teach him.”

Math is third period. Sasaki, who is a terrible student but still brings his textbooks and notebooks to and from school, has his study materials precisely on time. He doesn’t forget anything at home.

“Here.” Sasaki hands him the notebook, and Hirano, upon opening it, heaves a sigh. It’s as he expected—or should he say, predictably incoherent.

Exactly which part of this did he get from my notes?!

Rather than a copy of the blackboard, Sasaki’s math notebook has a single formula written in large letters, next to which was some strange math marked with an 〇. It seems as if he’d abbreviated what was on the blackboard, but Hirano can’t tell what number it’s supposed to be. Everything after this is just problems being solved earnestly. There are no notes regarding the explanations and examples given in class.

What the hell is this?

“Hey. What do these circled numbers mean?”

“Oh, those are the textbook page numbers.”

“Ah…I see.”

“The explanations and examples are just gonna be written in the textbook anyway, so it’s too much of a pain to take notes on them. It’s fine if I just look at the textbook.”

I see, so they’re more or less cutting corners for a reason, Hirano thinks as he recalls Kagiura’s notes. Even though they have some things in common, like not taking notes and being bad at studying, their tendencies are completely different. Kagiura seems to freeze up and write unevenly as soon as he gets to a part he doesn’t understand, while Sasaki seems to omit unnecessary parts when he understands the material.

Sasaki tilts his head curiously at Hirano, who is deep in thought.

“You’re awfully enthusiastic about this, aren’t you?”

“No, this is normal.”

There’s no way he can sit back and do nothing while his kouhai roommate is struggling. At least Kagiura doesn’t dig his heels in when he thinks he can’t do something. Normally, if he fumbles on content that suddenly got more difficult, his earnest and hard-working nature is enough for him to recover.

“It’d be nice if you showed this much of an interest in my studies, too.”

“You haven’t been trying to improve over the last year, you know.”

“Ahaha. Even so, Hirano. No matter how motivated you might be, if he’s not good at it, he’s not good at it.”

“Kagiura-kun isn’t like that.”

He’s seriously hard-working, after all, Hirano thinks, shoving Sasaki’s math notebook back at him. Sasaki gapes at him, taken aback. He can’t make sense of Hirano’s reaction.

*****

Part 1 || Part 3

#sasaki is here!!!!!!#his notebook stresses me tf out #he's a mess but i love him #hirano to kagiura #hirano and kagiura #kagihira #hirano to kagiura translation #sasaki to miyano #harusono shou #hirano taiga #kagiura akira

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themadearl · 3 years

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“When I said I wanted to fly, I didn’t mean I wanted wings.”

Note: I haven’t seen many posts about Yuu taking on animal features other than ears and tails~ Also, the top quotes are just lines I come up with which may or may not relate too much with the post.

Yuu with Wings

“Keep laughing Ace. Laugh off the chair, see if I care if you break your bones.”

“Pff-haha, hahaha, but how is it not funny? Your wings spread in the middle of the class and knocked over Deuce, hahaha!”

Yes, Yuu has wings now from the result of a transformation potion

It was a prank from some 1-A students who added the aforementioned potion into a drink and gave it to Yuu but the potion was supposed to give Yuu a pair of animal ears for a month

Instead, Yuu now posses a pair of black feathered wings that were roughly 140 centimeters long

The sudden transformation did no favors for the shirt she was wearing as it ended up being torn from trying to make space for the wings

Yuu had to get a tailor to customize a new set of uniforms to make holes for her wings to exit through

The only solace Yuu has was that her new gained wings were really pretty and it was quite soft despite it’s looks

The novelty of having it wore off after a week of trying to tuck in her wings throughout the day, getting stuck in small areas and accidentally knocking over things and people

“Yuu, wanna try flying? It’d be a waste if-”

“Absolutely not. Deuce, do you want me to die from falling???”

While the idea seemed tempting, Yuu doesn’t believe her wings are able to support her weight in the air at all

“Sometimes I feel like chasing you.”

“What.”

Thanks to Jack and his incredibly scary comment, Yuu gets more weary around the students with animal features

Yuu thought Leona was the most unlikely person to succumb to such a weird desire because of how lazy he usually is but reality really showed her that looks are deceiving

Yuu was chased no less than three times when she passes by him during breaktime

“Ruggie-senpai, why are you chasing me as well?!″

“Shishishi, it seems like fun~”

Another unlikely person was Floyd who would start running after Yuu anytime if he felt like it

“Floyd-senpai, I don’t think eels eat birds.”

“But they’re still predators, shrimpy. What’s wrong with a little chase?”

Yuu can only pray that people will start to lose interest in chasing her

Another week passes and somehow news of ‘a fair maiden with shinning wings in NRC’ has spread to RSA

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

Hearing that line, Ace laughed so hard that he fell over

Yuu was so very close to choking Ace, the RSA student who said that line and then herself

“Wouldn’t that mean Yuu is a fallen angel?”

“Don’t say that like it’s some kind of revelation, Deuce.”

Finally, after the third week, Yuu’s prayers were heard and she woke up feeling her body was lighter than usual

Feeling nothing but a smooth back, all that was left on her bed were a pile of black feathers

#twisted wonderland #female prefect yuu #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #Floyd Leech #rsa students #datenshi yuu (jk #was also thinking of valkyrie (?) yuu

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mochisdoll · 2 years

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8:08 PM

Sawamura x Fem!Reader

Sawamura runs into an old classmate who just happens to have a major crush on him

You had a tiny, miniscule crush on Sawamura Eijun when you were back in middle school that prevented you from ever forming a coherent thought around him. This also sadly, prevented you from every forming much of a relationship with him.

When you found out Sawamura would be attending a Tokyo high school, like you, you were pretty happy. Although it was bitter sweet. You knew they despite the close proximity of the two you, you would never make a move, and that there was a very small chance that you'd run into him, so he would never notice you.

While in Tokyo, it took you a while to adapt. The city was huge, with so many people everywhere. So you found places to become familiar with. A small bookstores where you would get all of your reading material, and a cafe next door that was never too crowded.

The usual calm atmosphere of the café was ruined when a crowd of rambunctious high school boys walked in. It was a natural reaction for you to look up at the source of the noise, but when you did, you met eyes with the boy that held all of your affection during middle school.

It had been months since you had last seen him, but seeing him smiling and hearing him laugh just brought your feelings for him back. You felt like you were back in middle school.

It was hard to keep your eyes off of him when he and his friends sat at a table diagonal from you. He was facing your way too, granting you the ability to take in the tan on his nose and cheeks from practicing outdoors for so long.

You were glad to see that he was happy. Knowing him, he probably didn’t need any help making friends at all. He laughed the loudest of any of them, earning elbows in the side from the boy sitting next to him, and even got put in a headlock by him.

That same boy is the first one to notice you. "Hey, Sawamura, do you know that girl? She keeps looking over here at you." He asked, leaning into Sawamura so you wouldn't hear, but his whispers traveled to you.

Quickly, you brought your book up to cover your face but Sawamura still caught a view of you face.

After recognizing you he called out your name, nudging his friend out the booth to get to you. "Hey! Why didn't you say anything?" He asked as he approached your table.

You struggled to compose yourself before speaking. "Oh, I just didn't want to bother you. You're with your friends."

He gave you a blinding smile. "You wouldn't bother me, I'm with them all the time." He slid into the seat in front of you, without you offering it, but you didn't mind.

"Do you go to school in Tokyo?"

He was always hard for you to talk to, his friendly nature made it easier, but it being him, made you nervous to say anything weird. Even if you knew he was nice, and wouldn't judge you. "Yeah, I go to Nishi High."

"So we're pretty close! We should hang out sometime. I go to Seidou!"

"Oh, yeah, I know. It was a pretty big deal that you got a scholarship on baseball." You told him.

"You should come to a baseball game! I'm the ace-" He was cut off by his group approaching the table.

"Stop showing off and introduce us." The boy who pointed you out said as he kicked Sawamura.

"Fine, fine." He told them your name, "She went to the same middle school as me. We were in the same class every year. This is Kuramochi-Senpai and Miyuki-Senpai, and then Furuya and Haruichi. They're all on the baseball team with me."

You waved. "Nice to meet you all." Having four boys towering over your table did nothing to soothe your nerves.

"Why did Sawamura know so many cute girls in middle school." Kuramochi griped quietly through closed teeth as the rest of them greeted you.

"Most of us did, your face is just too scary." Miyuki whispered back, as equally loud.

"Nice to meet you too, we'll let you guys catch up for a bit." Haruichi said sweetly, tugging them back to their booth.

"They seem nice."

"They're not, except for Haruichi... sometimes." He leaned across the table to whisper: "After his haircut he's become a little devilish."

His whisper carried across the room, enough for Haruichi to turn around and glare at the back of his head.

You laughed quietly to yourself. Not wanting to let the conversation die, you asked, "So, how's Seidou?"

"It's great!"

"What about your studies?"

He paused for a second before scratching his head. "Better than they were in middle school!"

You laughed, out loud this time. "That's good, let me know if you ever need help." You doubted he'd ever take you up on it.

"Oh yeah, you're really smart aren't you! You got to Nishi on an academic scholarship, didn't you!" You nodded. "How have you been finding Tokyo?"

"Uhm, fine, I guess. A little lonely. Haven't made many friends yet." You answered honestly.

"Then we should definitely hang out!"

"We really don't have to-"

"We have to! And you have to come to at least one of my games. We even have female managers you can sit with, if you don't wanna sit alone." He pleaded.

"Okay." You sighed, letting your face fade into a smile.

"Good! We could hang out on Sunday! Maybe go around Tokyo a bit to explore. Meet up here at three on Sunday?"

"It's a date then."

"A date? Even better."

"Wait- I didn't mean it like that-"

"See you Sunday, for our date!" He beamed as he walked away, joining his friends as their food was brought to their table.

You slowly melted into your seat, bringing your hands up to cover your overheated face.

"Sawamura, you sly bastard." You heard Kuramochi say, followed by a thud and Sawamura yelping.

Guess it's a date.

#sawamura x reader #no one knows how to whisper in this #sawamura eijun x reader #sawamura eijun #diamond no ace #daiya no ace #ace of diamond #kominato haruichi #kuramochi youichi

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salemwritesxx · 3 years

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happy birthday, kacchan

summary: Y/n and Bakugou celebrate Katsuki’s birthday every year ever since they were little.

w.count: ~ 3k

content warning: childhood friends to lovers, dating under 18, fluff, confession

Ever since Katsuki was little, he remembered being surrounded by a bunch of people – people his age, people older than him, people younger than him. And everyone would faun over him and his amazing quirk. It was inevitable that after kindergarten and throughout his school years, ‘friendship’ was something he valued less and less. Who needed friends anyways? He was amazing, everyone was just there to probably gain something from him and his amazing skills.

But, despite his best efforts to get rid of people in his life that he deemed unworthy to be his friend, there was someone Bakugou could have never pushed away – and that someone was you.

You and Katsuki had lived in the same neighborhood, your mother was friends with his mother and they both worked in the design industry and, in the end, you were born barely one month apart as well. So, it was inevitable that he and you were basically together ever since you were born. You shared everything. From laying in the crib together to bathing together to sleeping over at each other’s houses, you were always together growing up.

The one and only friend he deemed worthy, the one and only person that he could never get rid of and that he actively sought out when frustrated and angry – it had always been you.

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“Kacchan!”, you smiled brightly as you called his name and ran towards him, the 4 year-old in question immediately turning around and in the end, catching you when you flopped into his arms.

“Y/n! Don’t glomp me!”, he embarrassingly yelled, though he also didn’t push you away, thus you didn’t care and instead, you took his sweaty little hand and pulled him with you.

“Kacchan, come with me. Come with me!”

“Eh?! Why??”, he whined annoyingly, yet he followed without any restraint.

“Close your eyes.”

“No! I don’t wanna!”

“Please.”, you looked at him so pleadingly, your e/c eyes sparkling, thus he just clicked his tongue, blushing lightly and closing his ruby eyes.

“Fine, but don’t do something dumb, Y/n!”

“I promise, I won’t!”, and so, you pulled him further into a secret little corner.

Bakugou then stood there for a few moments when you let go of his hand, only to open his eyes the moment you said, “CHACHAN! Happy Birthday, Kacchan!”, a big, wide grin on your lips as you held a limited edition All Might figurine in front of his eyes.

“Y/n…”, immediately, Katsuki little, ruby eyes sparkled as he grabbed the box, then he shouted in glee and before you knew it, he glomped you this time, making you laugh and squeal in excitement as you fell to the floor together.

“Kacchan… do you like it?”, giggling happily when he nodded and sat back up to stare at his new figurine, his words “This is the best birthday present ever, Y/n!” melting your little kid heart, knowing that begging your mother and helping out at home just so she would buy it for you, was well worth it in the end.

It was the day Bakugou, you, Izuku and some other friends were marching along the riverside. Your friend was quite excited, shouting his song about the Bakugou agency while you just smiled and shouted along.

Then, as you walked across the river, it happened, Bakugou slipped and fell, cutting his singing off as well as your own.

“KACCHAN!”, was your knee-jerk reaction as you looked down, the other kids mocking you for being so ‘dramatic’ and that Bakugou was Bakugou – amazing, he wasn’t hurt.

Izuku, however, had basically the same reaction as you, though, as you ran back and down the little cliff, you only heard a slapping noise.

Bakugou had slapped away Deku’s helping hand, he was visibly angry, feeling like he was mocking him and yet, you didn’t care about his furrowed brows or that he was about to cry from fury that was gleaming in his eyes – you just jumped him out of worry.

“Kacchan!”, you cried and your little arms held your friend as tightly as you could.

He should have pushed you away, he should have been as angry as he was with Deku, yet, he could barely press out a “Don’t glomp me!”; though, when you sat back up to look into his furious, ruby eyes, he was startled as he saw tears streaming down your face.

“B-But.. I was so scared, Kacchan… What if you would have hurt yourself?”, the way you cried over such a silly accident – why wasn’t he annoyed and angry the same way he was with that stupid Izuku?

Katsuki was still too small to comprehend these weird feelings and all he did was just click his tongue, look the other way and mumble something like “You’re such a stupid crybaby, Y/n!” while he didn’t push you away and just let you hug him.

Back then, neither his friends, Izuku, you or Bakugou himself understood why he had such a different reaction or why he didn’t push you away.

“Kacchan!”

“Don’t call me that!”, the 14-year old growled and stared at you with those angry eyes, yet you just smiled and then pulled out a present.

“Happy Birthday, Kacchan.”, you were never scared of his attitude, probably because you had lived your life by his side for as long as you could remember. Plus, he hadn’t pushed you away yet, like any other friend he had had.

“Why? I don’t need that shit.”, Katsuki tried so hard, but you insisted and pushed it into his hands.

“Kacchan… You don’t get presents from anyone because no one likes you…”

“HA?!”, he was so close to blowing up your present, but then, you leaned in closer, your noses almost touching and that stupid, wide smile playing around your lips.

“But I will always like you Kacchan, even if you are really mean to me. Mhmhh.”, you giggled, then rose again, “I hope you like it.”

Bakugou on the other hand was blushing furiously and he tried to kick you, though you chuckled and jumped back.

“You are such a dumbass! Don’t say that shit out loud…”, yet he still took the present with a little bit of grumbling.

He didn’t want to show it openly, but he was a tiny bit happy, there had never been a birthday in his life where you didn’t give him a present, even though he was sometimes mean to you, you were still as inseparable as you were in kindergarten. Bakugou didn’t know why he couldn’t manage to push you away like he had pushed away anyone else, but maybe it was because he didn’t even try hard enough…

“Y/n… Where do you get these all the fucking time??”, he held another limited edition All Might merch in his hands, his ruby eyes sparkling like they did when he was still a little kid.

“Hehe, that’s a secret.”, grinning widely, you grabbed a chair from in front of his desk to sit on it, he was the last one in the classroom anyways as everyone else had club activities or went back home.

“Wanna come to my place today, Kacchan?”

“Eh? Fine! I guess I have no fucking choice, ha?”, rolling his eyes, he tried so hard to sound annoyed when he grabbed his bag and the merchandise, his new pride and joy, and walked with you out of the classroom eventually.

On your way out of the school building though, you ran into someone, someone Bakugou didn’t know so he assumed you also wouldn’t know them, but he was wrong.

“A-Ahh! Y-Y/n-senpai!”, they stuttered, obviously embarrassed as they played with their fingers, not even acknowledging Bakugou beside you.

“Oh, Saito-san.”, you smiled at them and waved.

Why was he so pissed when he saw that? Why did he feel his heart quench when someone else besides him managed to make you smile? You weren’t supposed to smile at others like that…

“Y/n-senpai, I… uh. D-do you mind showing me- uhm… A math problem tomorrow? I- I’ve heard from my friends Y/n-s-senpai is really good a-and…”, they tried so hard and yet, Katsuki found their stuttering annoying, but what really pissed him off was your gentle smile as you nodded.

“Of course Saito-san. I’ll come by your class tomorrow at lunch, okay?”

Watching as they smiled so brightly and bowed made Katsuki angry.

“Don’t smile at him like that! Don’t stutter so much! Don’t try to get with him so fucking obviously!”, Bakugou thought, trying to keep his thoughts to himself as he only stared at them with his usual scowl.

“Shall we go?”

The way you smiled at him, the way you grinned, it all made his heart ache – but why? Why did Katsuki feel so… betrayed?

“Whatever!”, and with that, he threw his bag over his shoulder and walked with you back home, not knowing that this feeling of “being betrayed” would not fade away too quickly.

“Y/n-senpai! I like you, please go out with me?”, another one confessed to you.

And Bakugou had to witness it.

He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, it just so happened when he walked out of the school. You were so close to graduating, you were both ready to go to UA together – his one and only friend. Though… could he really call you “a friend” any longer?

Over the past year, Katsuki managed to figure out why he felt betrayed – it’s because he didn’t want to share you with anyone. You were his. Your smile belonged to him. Your laugh belonged to him. Your body was supposed to cling to his and no one else.

“You don’t get presents from anyone because no one likes you… But I will always like you Kacchan, even if you are really mean to me.”

Those words still echoed in his mind almost every day after it happened. At first, he was confused why such words as “I like you” from another boy could make him feel so… weird? He had only ever seen you as his best friend, but nothing more.

And yet-

“I’m sorry, Suzuki-san. I already like someone else. And… there is no one else for me but them…”, you said, smiling to yourself and bowing lightly.

Who was it?

He didn’t know.

Why?

Why didn’t he know?

It almost ate him up inside that he didn’t know who you liked. But why was Katsuki even so obsessed about knowing? It’s not like it was any of his business anyways…

Bakugou didn’t like anyone – a lie.

Bakugou didn’t have any romantic feelings towards you – a lie.

You were just his friend – a lie.

Why did he keep lying to himself all throughout Middle School?

“Kacchan. Happy Birthday.”, you smiled so brightly like you always had, though this time as you handed him the present, others in the class 1-A came closer.

“Y/n- I-“

“Woah it’s Bakugou’s birthday, huh? Happy Birthday man!”, Kirishima said, even though they barely knew each other at that point.

He was pissed. He didn’t want anyone to know or acknowledge his birthday. Only you were allowed to.

“I don’t need your fucking birthday wishes!”, he grumbled and stood up and for the first time in 16 years, he pushed the present back into your hands and stomped away.

“Kacchan…”

Bakugou didn’t look back, he just stared straight ahead when he walked along the big hallways of UA. He didn’t want to see your hurt face.

“You don’t get presents from anyone because no one likes you… But I will always like you Kacchan, even if you are really mean to me.”

He wondered if that was still true. How long could he hide his true feelings behind his mean attitude towards you before you would turn your back? Katsuki was a shit friend, he knew. All he wanted to do was focus on his hero career. And yet, he had to deal with things such as “love”? Pathetic…

“Kacchan!”

There it was again. When he turned around, you were there chasing after him, like always. Ever since you were little, but this time you stopped a few feet away from him. It was a quiet spot just by the lockers, so no one was nearby.

“Ha? Didn’t you fucking hear, dumbass? I don’t want it!”, Bakugou wanted to sound threatening, his usual dark growl in his voice had scared almost anyone – anyone but you.

“Kacc… Katsuki.”, you then suddenly said, your usual happy facial expression turning so serious it hurt his heart, “If you don’t want to be my friend anymore, that’s okay.”

Wait! What?! When did you-

“You have pushed everyone away and I thought, I could stay forever. I… wanted to stay by your side, but… You have so many new friends now. I think I am obsolete, don’t you think?”, your sad smile was enough to make him feel like his heart was ripped in two.

“No- Y/n-!”, he hated how he could barely choke out your name, because he never thought the day would come where you would turn your back on him.

“That’s why…”, then you stepped closer and presented the gift again, “I want you to have this last gift from me. Please accept it, Katsuki.”, you pushed it into his hands that he just couldn’t help but take it.

For the first time, his tongue was tied and he didn’t know what to say.

When you turned around and walked away, he wanted to call out to you, tell you to stop being so stupidly dramatic, but in the end, Katsuki just said, “”I will always like you Kacchan, even if you are really mean to me” That’s what you said to me, no!? So why the fuck are you leaving?!”

You stopped, but didn’t turn around.

“Kacchan… Whenever I’m close to you, my heart hurts. My head starts spinning, I get dizzy and my stomach turns, because all I wanna do is grab and kiss you… but I CAN’T!”, then you slowly looked back, that sad smile playing around your lips again, “But you don’t get it… You don’t have time for this “mushy shit”, right?”

Bakugou’s heart was thumping so loudly, his ruby eyes widened as he stared at you with mouth agape. Trying to realize what you just said to him. You liked him – like REALLY liked him. Like he liked you.

“Y/n… I don’t understand…”, he was lying. And it made you furious.

Before he could react, you had kabe-don’ed him against the lockers, both of your hands above his and your face so close to his he let the present fall onto the ground in order to claw at your school uniform – he didn’t know why he did that.

“Don’t tell me you don’t understand. You are a fucking genius, you ace every exam, you have an amazing quirk, so don’t play fucking dumb anymore.”, it was probably the first time in his life he saw you so… Wild? Angry? In Pain? And all of those emotions were because of him.

Suddenly, he had hot tears welling up in his eyes – it wasn’t out of sadness. Katsuki was frustrated and angry. Angry at himself for never realizing it. Angry at you for never clarifying it. Angry at everyone and everything.

Before you realized anything, he suddenly reached out and his lips brushed against your own.

His face was beet red, he was visibly pouting and scowling deeply, especially when you stared at him, completely taken aback.

“Kacchan… Do you mean…?”

“Ever since fucking SaItO-SaN wanted help with their math problem… but you never realized anything…”, Katsuki rolled his eyes, making a single tear run down and over his cheek, “I am so fucking jealous… When you talk to someone that isn’t me…I feel betrayed and alone… You should only smile at me, dumbass!”

“Can I kiss you?”, your question almost made his head explode with embarrassment as it came so suddenly and seemingly out of nowhere, but then he just grabbed your neck and pulled you down on his own with a “Don’t fucking ask.” before your lips collided.

A very clumsy first kiss.

He didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know what to do. But it was okay.

Everything was okay now.

“Don’t you dare…leave my side… ever again, stupid.”, was the one thing he whispered as your noses brushed against each other, before you hugged him tightly and he buried his face at your shoulder and yours buried in the nook of his neck.

“Never!”

“Happy Birthday, Baby.”

He was groaning a bit, still tired as he slightly turned, one eye open to look at you, mumbling an “It’s too fucking early, Y/n…”, that earned him your giggle as you hugged him tightly, face cuddled into the nook of his neck.

“I can’t help it… I still wanted to be the first one to wish you a happy birthday…”

Inevitably smiling a little, he just softly kicked you and mumbled a “So mushy.”, before he grabbed your hand to lace your fingers together, your wedding rings touching. Though, you had other ideas when you rose and then turned him as well so he was laying on his back, groaning a bit again.

“Y/n- mh!”, being interrupted by your lips, Katsuki just didn’t have the willpower to push you back and instead, he wrapped his arms around your neck when you pushed him into the soft mattress.

“It’s our first time celebrating your birthday in our own place, Baby… You don’t have to go to the agency today, right?”, it was only 5 in the morning and yet, you already were so horny and purred so seductively that, even though he rolled his eyes, Katsuki grinned and pulled you back in for another kiss.

After celebrating 19 birthdays with you, the 20th was probably one of the best he had thus far.

@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works

writer’s note: I don’t know if I forgot to mention, but this is for Bakugou’s birthday :) jk jk lmao hope it was enjoyable! I kind of had this idea of them celebrating each and every birthday together so… I couldn’t help but make it a childhood to lovers thing; AND it’s only 2 days late so I am happy with that

#salemswriting.#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x male reader #bnha x male reader #bakugou x you #bakugous birthday #childhood friends to lovers

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Family Matters

Kinktober 2020 — stepcest

A/N: This idea had been sitting in my brain for months and getting to write it out AND be on time for the last day of kinktober is the perfect wrap up for this crazy month.

Description: You would do anything to get yourself a place in this family.

Pairing: Todoroki siblings (Touya, Fuyumi, Natsuo, Shouto)x reader

Warning: stepcest/pseudo-incest (absolutely do not proceed if this isn’t something you’re comfortable reading), no relationships portrayed in this fic is healthy, toxic family dynamics, reader is bit of a manipulative bitch, consensual but not exactly the traditional sense of consent, Rei died, brief mention of cheating, nee san/nii san kink, vaginal penetration, oral (giving), choking, face fucking, creampie, marking, voyeurism, threesome, spitting, degradation, thigh riding, fingering

Word count: 16025 (wtfwtfwtf-)

**please read the warnings through before clicking the read more, very important**

You attended your mother’s wedding with the sweetest smile you could manage and a painful ring in your ear the moment she said: “I do”.

It was a small ceremony with only close friends and family, which also meant that there was little to no one in the audience as your mother walked down the aisle to meet the man at the other end.

You would think that marrying the reigning no 1 pro-hero would finally bring your mother the fantasy of being part of a fortunate family she never got to have, but we couldn’t always get what we want, could we?

You and your mother were the family underdog, the number of your relatives you had met up with the last several years since your birth father passed away and left a huge loan on your back waiting to be cleared up could be counted with less than the fingers on one hand. The first time someone showed up at your doorsteps screaming murder was a blur to you. You were around 17 at the time, not young enough to forge ignorance to what was going on but not mature enough to push the foul words seeping into your ears away, all you could remember was the way your mother clutching you close to her chest like it wasn’t her that was sobbing until the banging at the door finally ceased.

You switched schools, having no way to afford the tuition of the one you were attending when your family was struggling to stay under a proper roof, essentially disappearing from the circle you used to exist within in a matter of days. Sometimes, you would feel the impulse to cackle at the thought that there was a time when you thought you were so brilliant and you had a whole life ahead. You got into the hero course of one of the best schools in the country, you were not the best but you did think there was something in you that people must not be willing to let go of this easily. You truly did think the world wouldn’t just let you sunk down like that, but it turned out that dropping out of the spotlight was enough for people to forget about you when there were hundreds and thousands of other equally brilliant people stepping under the public eye each day.

You realised at the point in your life that some days you were simply alone, and no one would help you without a good enough reason for them to do so, something that your mother seemed to have either genuinely or deliberately chose to ignore. She went from person to person, hoping that one of them would be the answer but it was a fruitless journey. When you needed someone, people would pick it up, and it was a dangerous thing to be the one that was in need and couldn’t get away. You had witnessed countless of arguments, a scary amount of things crashing and frantic sobbing late at night when the crying echoed in the darkness you tried to surround yourself with by burying your face deeper and deeper into your pillow like it blacking out could make things go away.

This went on for years, and at some point you chose to turn your head away from it like not going home meant you could run away from the broken family you were bound to. Until one day, your mother crashed into you with a suffocating hug the moment you stepped into those doors you had so dreaded returning to every day, her voice barely coherent as she choked her words out through broken sobs and hiccups.

“We’re free... we’re finally free!”

She said it with such relief that you couldn’t even process the emptiness in your heart when she held your face in her hands before pulling you close to her again.

You figured out from bits and pieces that she let slip through her giddy words that someone had paid up the rest of the loan and interests that was left, and from the way her voice got just a little louder when she talked about that someone and the flush on her face, you knew it wasn’t just some chivalrous stranger that stepped in during a time of need like she had wanted to mask it up to be.

You had never met Todoroki Enji until your mother announced at the dining table one night with an expression so sheepish and girly that she was to marry this man you had only ever heard the name of. But even with the lack of exchanges before you sat down opposite to him the first time when you accompanied her to discuss the details of the wedding, you would expect that someone of his status and respect would at least have someone other than his own kids at his wedding.

His kids. You knew things wouldn’t go as easily as your mother had made it out to be. She had acted like you were finally out of the hot waters and secured comfort for the rest of your life just because she married a wealthy man but you knew the moment you met the eyes of the four Todoroki children, sitting side by side in one straight row opposite to you, that it wasn’t just the man of the house that had a say in what would become of you.

Touya was the eldest and the least bothered to pretend like he was pleased about this arrangement. He was leaning back against the chair with one leg propped up when you walked in, his eyes scanning you from top to bottom in a scruntinising stare until he was given a hiss in warning from his sister, to which he replied with a snort and a very showing eye roll as you sat down. There was no hiding the sneer in his voice whenever he spoke up, each word lacing with an evidential edge and the clear distaste he was showing towards his new stepfamily. The way he looked down at you when he bumped against your shoulder before walking out the door was nearly uncomfortable, but he seemed to be somewhat pleased when you didn’t shy away from his gaze, walking out with his hands in his pockets and a smirk toying against his features as his father sighed.

The sister, Fuyumi, had apologised when Touya offhandedly pointed out that his father didn’t even wait until his mother’s corpse was cold before finding another woman. Her smile was empathetic and the way she carefully picked up your hand when she greeted you should have been enough to make up for the hostility her brother had showcased but if you had paid attention enough, you would pick up that despite the apology, she didn’t exactly disagree with the statement either. She was always friendly, her eyes curling into two thin strands behind her glasses as she walked you through each step of the ceremony without a chance for you to interrupt. She was nice enough, but also just enough and the distance she kept from you was something that you picked up on in your initial encounter. It was also through her that you found out what happened to Enji’s last wife, and the practiced look on Fuyumi’s face when she recalled how her mother died after a long battle against her illness sent chills creeping up your back far more than any mean remarks could.

Which explained why the wedding venue looked eerily empty as the march played. After all, what would the world say about how little it took for the man to step out of mourning for his dead wife and found himself another one?

Todoroki Natsuo gave you nothing but a hasty nod when you sat down opposite to him, staying quiet for the most parts of the meeting except for a short word of reply here and there when Fuyumi cued him. He had his arms crossed in front of his broad chest all during the process, his eyes looking down at the document but clearly not focused on any of the things that his sister was explaining. There were a few times when you caught him glancing at you for the brief moment when you looked up, flicking his gaze away from you almost immediately with your eyes barely meeting. Of the four siblings, he seemed the most... normal, if you would. The way he acted almost a bit awkward around the new sister that he suddenly had around when he was well into his twenties and gave nothing but bare minimal answers whenever you even tried to initiate a conversation was what you thought would happen.

Then there was Shouto. Oh, sweet Shouto. You had never expected that this was the way you met your formal underclassmen once again after you dropped off of your road in being a hero completely without so much as a proper announcement. There was no mistaking the way his eyes widened and shoulders tensed up when you walked into the room that he remembered you well which came as quite the surprise to you. You had heard of him even after leaving Yuuei, of course. A real star, so talented and came from such a background, already climbing up near the top even though it had only been a good year since his real debut into the professional world. You simply found the boy one year your junior endearing when you were still his senpai, the way he was so serious about every little tease and remark you made could only be described as adorable.

But certainly, he had changed so much since you last saw him years ago. His back just a little wider, his jaw stronger, the look in his eyes did not belong to the same boy who did not shy away from staring when you walked past but of a man who had seen his handful of the world to know what you being there meant. You had a strong feeling that he would have acted way more hostile than he did have you been anyone else, his lips pursing tightly together like he was forcing himself to hold back as he stared straight at you.

All in all, sneers or polite chuckles or skittering glances or straightened backs, it did not take much to know that none of them was particularly pleased about their father’s remarriage and if the empty wedding was any sign, you and your mother were still utterly outsiders despite the documents with your changed names claiming otherwise.

The tall wall they had built was all the more apparent when you moved into the Todoroki residence, feeling more like you were mouse scrambling to find a gap you could hide into under this roof that had taken you in than anything else. If the four had gave your mother a cold shoulder or straight up pretend like she wasn’t there, then each and every single little gesture they made towards you reminded you time and time again that you did not belong.

Touya always bumped against your side just a little bit too hard for it to be an accident when he walked past you into the dining room, the “apology” he threw down sounding almost like a cackle as you were nearly knocked off your feet. Fuyumi always bringing up childhood memories or family traditions that you wouldn’t know of, only to brush it off with a smile and explaining it to you like she was the silly one for assuming that you would know about these things when you “only just moved in”. Natsuo was rarely around due to his job at the hospital as a whole, but when he did he made sure that his interactions with you remained to be limited to standard small talk. Each mundane topic always ending on a dead end and both of you looking away. Shoto was decent to you, but there was still an evidential wariness in his gaze as he walked past you and somehow it was the deliberate distance from him that acted like a stake right through your heart, a constant reminder that you took up a space that was never yours to begin with.

There was hurt, but then it was the unwavering fear of being isolated that sent chills down your spine at the cold stare from your supposed family.

Your mother was convinced that she unlocked the key to a life of security by marrying Todoroki Enji, but you knew better than to be fooled by the current state of you getting a pass because of the one mountain this shaking wall called family was leaning against.

Once he was out of the picture, it was his four children that would get to have a say on what they were to do with you, and you swore you could already see how that would go for you.

You were not going back to that low point in your life, not ever again, and you would do anything to make sure you secured a place for yourself within the family one way or another.

Jerking up awake at night in cold sweat was not fun, especially when it still took your brain a good few moments before registering where you were when your eyes shot open to see the high ceiling that you still hadn’t gotten used to yet.

You wonder if you would ever get used to it.

You groaned inwardly as you rolled to your side, wincing at how tight your throat felt at each swallow of the burning liquid that pooled in your mouth. You dreamt of your old life again, one when you still hadn’t gone to living under someone else’s roof. You had thought that you were over it by now but the hollowness left in your chest somehow irritated you even more than the dream itself.

Fucking hell, it felt like every muscle in your back was hurting.

Slowly stretching your limbs out, you held your head in your palm as you suffered through the dizziness in your head when you sat upright at the edge of your bed. A string of shivers crept up your spine when your toe touched the cold floor, the tatami rough under the tip as you fumbled to find your room slippers. It took some adjusting for you to find your way out of the pitch black room, trying your hardest to slide the door open as lightly as you could as you clutched your arms closed to your body under the chill on your exposed arms.

The house was in radio silence and you were cautious of the drag of your slippers as you made way down to the kitchen, careful to lower the volume of your steps with your feet arched and holding the slipper tight to the heel.

You let out a shaky breath when you finally got downstairs. Your hand felt around the side of the door to find the switch, pressing your eyes tightly together as the light pained you the moment you flicked the switch and light blazed in the kitchen.

The clink of the ceramic made you feel alive again as the water ran down your throat, the cold soothing the tautness at the back as you gulped down. A content sigh slipped out of your lips as you put the mug down, a droplet threatening to roll down your chin and you brought the tip of your finger up to wipe it away.

“Look what we have here...”

You jumped at the sudden voice, earning you a wolfish chuckle from the man who was leaning against the door frame. Touya looked a lot more at ease than he usually was when he was around his family, the sweatpants that were almost a bit too big for his lean frame hanging loosely around his waist as his back arched, pushing himself off the wooden frame before sauntering to your side.

You straightened your back, feeling tensed as he seemingly ignored your presence as he got his own cup and poured it full of water with his other hand on his waist. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to look as he tilted the cup up, his slender neck arching back as his throat bobbed, the muscles at his stomach flexing with each swallow.

Your fingers clutched tightly around the mug you were holding when he let out a muffled cough, piercing up at you from the back of his hand when he saw that you were not moving away.

You were taken aback when he snorted, throwing his head back a little before fixing his gaze on you again with an amused smirk lingering his pierced lips.

“Oh, relax,” your eyebrows locked together at the dismissive huff from your usually sneering stepbrother, “it’s too early for me to start making your life miserable, save the defense for after 8.”

His stare was almost invasive as he grinned at you but despite the twist in your stomach at being alone with arguably the most unbearable of the siblings, you did not move your own eyes away as you put down the cup in your hand. “So you do it on purpose,” you said, trying to make yourself sound sterner as you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

You did not think anyone else other than you would be up at this hour, or else you would have grabbed a jacket before slipping out of your room. If his gaze was already uncomfortable to be under, than the fact that your body was covered by nothing but a thin spaghetti strap and cotton shorts did not help how exposed you feel.

Touya laughed and it took all the will in you to not shrink your form down even more at the cackle. “Why else would I bother?” he said matter-of-factly, "Someone has got to tell the old man that none of us is happy with what he did.” He paused, “It isn’t really about you, if that’s something you want to hear.”

“I’m not interested in your family drama.”

“Well, too bad you’re part of the family now,” he mused, his eyes still following you as he slowly strided towards the door. “Remember to look just as pissed as you are now when I poke fun at you in the morning.”

The swaying of his frame stopped when you opened your mouth.

“What do I have to do for you to leave me alone?”

Your heart was pounding in your chest when he stopped in his tracks before slowly, very slowly turning around to face you again.

“Leave you alone?” he repeated, accentuating each syllable that rolled off his tongue as he stepped closer and closer to you.

“I’m just trying to get by,” you looked straight at him when he stopped right in front of you, towering over you slightly as he stared down, “if you want to stir shit up then I can help as long as you leave me a piece of what’s left.”

“Hm... a fighter, aren’t you?” his voice came out as a purr, the rumbling in his chest almost transferring to you with how close he was. His eyes raked across your form when he saw that you didn’t back away, the defined dent of your collar bone and the supple skin that was pressing against the elastic of your low collar.

He could allow a change of plans if it meant he could get a piece of a little something for himself.

“Then tell me,” he licked his lips, “what are you willing to do for my help?”

“Anything.”

The glint in his eyes grew at how you didn’t hesitate with your words.

“Anything?” he asked with a crock of his head to the side, his fingers barely trailing along your bare arms as he drank in the way you were fighting against the shivers rising on your skin, “because I can think of a few ways for cute little sisters to get on their big brother’s good graces..."

His touch on your arm was distracting but your mouth still ran dry at the implication of his offer. You could not deny that when you lie awake on your bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking of how you could possibly slither your way through in this house that you had briefly contemplated if you could get intimate with your siblings in a less morally-accepted way but you brushed it off as a silly thought almost as quick as you came up with it when you felt how hostile they were towards you.

You were convinced that they would not wait until Enji was gone to kick you out if you made a move on them, but the fixed stare and gravel in Touya’s voice was telling you a whole other truth.

The chills on your spine settled into the pit of your stomach as excitement when you made the realisation that he wanted you, and it meant the others could too.

His grin looked like it was spilling his face in half when you pushed yourself against his chest, your thinly clad breast pressed up against his bare skin when the light touch on your arms turned into full blown caresses as his hand got bolder. He could feel the slight pebble of your nipples taunt against the fabric and the thrill sent his blood boiling.

“Anything.”

His palm was burning against your skin as he got rougher and rougher, the press of his fingers turning into gropes when he reached the swell of your waist and down to your hips. The sudden dug of his nails into your flesh took you by surprise when he shoved you away from him, smiling from ear to ear like the chesire cat when he hooked his hand at the elastic of his sweats where a print was starting to strain against the fabric.

“Then get on your knees, baby sister.”

The tiles were not forgiving on your skin when you sunk down, looking up at the man who was palming himself from under his pants with his eyes slanted and fixed on your kneeling form. You winced when he fisted your hair in his hand, pulling your head back a bit too forcefully when he pulled his half-hard cock out of its constraints. The pain on your scalp seeped through your head until it was nothing but a tingle on your skin when his slender fingers wrapped around the base of his length that was right at your eye level, drinking in the way you could only stare at him from behind your lashes as he held you still.

He hummed in approval when you parted your lips, your tongue lolling out almost performatively when he gave a firm tuck to his cock. The silver bud at the crown of his cock left a strange numbness on your lips as he traced his tip along the rim of your mouth, leaving a slight sting on your tongue when he brushed against the muscle.

“Make sure to get all of it...” he whispered, releasing the tension of his pull on your scalp when he pushed his cock in with a languish surge of his hips. You bit back a whine when you felt the many more piercings at the underside as it brushed against your tongue, your hands flying up to grip at his thighs when he gave a slight pat to the back of your head.

He groaned when you took more of him in, hollowing your cheeks out as you set a pace for the bobbing of your head. The piercings were rigid against your tongue and you made sure to give each nub equal attention while your hand fisted around where you could not fit into your mouth. He kept one hand in your hair while the other found support on the kitchen counter, eyeing the way your lips wrapped around his cock as you tried to please him.

His head tilted back with a sigh when you cupped his balls, your palm warm on his sack when you sucked in a deep breath and sunk in all the way. Tears prickled at the corner of your eyes when his hard tip hit the back of your throat, the burn shooting up to your nose as its tip brushed against his pubic hair. Touya felt the pulse at the side of his neck as your throat contracted around him, the tightness making his hand clutch at the back of your head as his length throbbed in your mouth. He snapped down to look at you when you pulled away with a cough, sucking in a deep breath as your chest heaved and your hand pumped his cock sloppily with your spit that was coating him.

You could sense his muscles taut under his skin as you let him go, his thighs flexing under your hands while you jerked him off like he was holding himself back deliberately.

To have someone that was just mocking you earlier today now stiff in your hand, lips parted and biting back a moan felt really, really good.

You were staring up at him, almost in challenge as you run your tongue along his shaft. “Someone’s good at this,” he cooed, sounding a little breathless when he laughed. The sound was replaced by a chocked moan when you took him in again, a soft hum from the back of your throat in reply had him nearly losing control when the vibration sent shocks down his core.

You gagged when he pulled you off his cock, the string of saliva that connected your lips and his leaking tip sending him into an overdrive as he decided that he could not wait any longer. A yelp was ripped from the back of your throat when he pulled you up, shoving you against the counter with your face facing down.

Your hand fumbled to prop your body up with your palms flat on the marble surface, a silent whimper leaking pass your lips when you felt your shorts and underwear being peeled off of you with a swift pull. He pressed on your back with the tips of his fingers, each knuckle of his digits propping up as he arched your ass up with the help of his hand. Your face heated up at the way you perched up, bare cunt exposed for him to see as you clenched around nothing in reflex with the cold air that fanned against your folds.

Your body shifted with each exhale, the warm breaths spreading over your face as your cheek squished against the marble that was growing hotter and hotter from the heat on your face. Touya gripped onto the side of your hips, fingers digging into the flesh as he pulled the cheeks apart, licking his lips at the sight of the light sheen on your slit.

You whimpered when he ran a finger along your folds and the uncontrollable gush of wetness as the calloused pad pressed down on your hooded clit. His eyes were fixed on your cunt and how you immediately pushed your hips back for more friction when he positioned his tip at your opening, rubbing the bead of pre along the slit as your folds parted around him.

“Who knew our new sister is such a whore...”

His hand was fast to clasp around your mouth when he sheathed in you without a warning, the stretch leaving a burn in your core and threatening to make the cry slip past your lips when he held himself still. His cock was hot inside your walls, like he was melting in with your guts until all that was left of you was a puddle.

You moaned into his palm when he started thrusting up. His hand might be able to muffle the lewd noises you made but there was no way to hide the sounds of skin slapping against skin that bounced off the walls. The position you were in made each slam of his pelvis against your ass hilting his cock deep in you until you could feel him leaving a print in your womb, the piercings adorning his length dredging along your insides with each snap of his hips. The nubs rubbing against you made your back arched and your knees weakened, leaving a permanent feeling in you even as he bottomed out.

“To- Touya!”

His hand ran down your neck at the panting call of his name, fumbling with the elastic of your top before yanking it down and spilling your tits. You turned your head back with a struggle, his hand that was groping your chest pulling you up against his back until he could meet your lips in a sloppy kiss.

“Nu-uh, that’s not how you should call me,” he growled into your mouth, a mean-spirited pinch at your nipple had you squeaking against his hot touch.

“Touya nii-”

The mewl earned you a forceful plow of his length in you, the coil in you tightening when he drilled into you at a much more vicious speed.

“That’s a good little sister...” he mumbled in your ear, his hand now right below your chest while the other held tightly onto your ass. You threw your head back, pushing yourself deeper on his cock as he grunted, pulsing in you as he fug his nails into your skin.

Your lips fell open but nothing came out when he wrapped his free hand around your exposed throat, pressing down just enough for you to feel a rush of adrenaline pumping through your veins into your head when he hilted in you one more time before shooting ropes of his release deep into your core. His breath was shaky and warm at your earlobe as he cum in you, his load filling you up as he squeezed down on your neck to rip a breathless gag from you.

You could feel his cock going limp inside of you while he held you still, his cum threatening to leak out of your fluttering folds but was stopped by his cock still pressing snugly against your sex. You could smell the sweat on his body when he leaned down, heaving chest right at your back as he brought his hands up to cup your tits. His breath tickled against your skin, the piercing at the corner of his lip brushing at the sensitive area as he spoke lowly and slowly.

“Let’s have a lot of fun helping each other.”

Touya was always the latest to show up for breakfast each morning and this morning was no exception, but the entire table fell into deadly silence when he looked at you first before he did everyone else as he slammed himself down on his chair.

“Good morning, sis.”

The silence was almost uncomfortable and the sickly sweet tone of his voice echoed in the room before vanishing into thin air. You were facing him directly but your eyes did a brief glance around the room. Your mother and Enji were dumbfounded, Natsuo had his mouth agape, Shouto’s eyes were as big as the moon and Fuyumi’s eyebrows locked together slowly but visibly.

A lot of fun indeed.

You smiled, and the crisp ring of your voice shocked everyone when you parted your lips.

“Good morning, nii san.”

The mutually beneficial relationship with Touya continued. Some nights, you would feel a slight brush against your calf under the dining table and you knew he was to pay you a visit. He slipped into your room when everyone else was asleep, jackhammered you onto the mattress and make you scream into your pillow before whispering things about the family that you would otherwise never know of against your lips as his cum spilled out of your abused hole.

He was rough with his hands, especially when he was taking out his frustration on you, but there was no denying that the fucking was good and the information was valuable. He told you about how he had three siblings instead of being an only child because he was a disappointment and why his mother was sent away. The snort he let out was chilling as he told you how his sister was desperately holding the family together through the years and that the second son of the Todoroki family could be worse than him in terms of temper once the right buttons were pushed.

And they knew, they had to know or had made a guess at the very least, because there’s no other way you could explain why there were bruises littering all across your inner thighs when the skin just showing below the edge of your shorts was clean the night before. Occasionally, you would catch the boys staring at the barely visible mark right at your collar at the table, Natsuo a little bit more subtle with his eyes flickering away the moment you looked up and Shoto not hiding the fact that he was looking as he pressed his eyebrows together. Fuyumi was a whole lot more nonchalant about it, either she really didn’t know or she was very good at staying away from things that weren’t her business. Your guess leaned towards the latter.

You were waiting to see which one of them would finally let their concern snap first and approach you about it, and it seemed like what Touya told you about his siblings was rather accurate when you were left along the house with your second stepbrother one weekday afternoon.

You were rarely left alone at the house with any of your step siblings, much less Natsuo. Doctor Todoroki was always the first one out the door and the last one to come back each day, slipping into his room by the time he got back in the early mornings from the hospital and not appearing until he had to go back again.

Today was a bit different. Today, Todoroki Natsuo got to sleep past his alarm and sat in the living room as the sun shined through the window while the rest of his family was out doing their own thing. Except you, who coincidentally had nowhere to do during his precious day off and was staring absentmindedly at the tv while he tried to not pay too much attention to the limp in your walk and the hickey that was very much so not hidden by your loose shirt.

Natsuo gulped down the words that were stuck at the back of his throat, feeling his tongue laying flatly against his mouth as he felt the air around him thicken.

No one had said anything about the clear elephant in the room when the rest of the family was around. His father and your mother were clearly oblivious, but he was sure the same question definitely appeared in his siblings’ heads. It frustrated him that Fuyumi only brushed it off as him being overly suspicious when he tried to hint that something but be going on between the new stepsister and the oldest Todoroki, even more so when Shouto was straight up in denial about how obvious it was.

If anything, he was more concerned than anything else. He was sure Touya couldn’t be the nicest man to be involved with especially when he recalled all the malicious things his brother had said about how much he loathed the idea of a new stepsibling before his father got married.

“Did he hurt you?”

You froze in place at the abrupt question. Turning your head to the side, you saw Natsuo with his jaw clenched and lips pursed together at the other end of the coffee table. “He?”

“Touya,” he repeated, this time sounding a little firmer than before, “he is taking advantage of you, isn’t he?”

Oh.

You glanced to the side, lowering your head a little as you toyed with the hem of your shorts. A slight thrill welled up in your chest when you heard him scooching closer to where you sat at your timid posture. He looked so concerned, like he was truly believing that you were in a compromisable position that you couldn’t tell anyone about.

What a good man he was, Todoroki Natsuo, you almost feel bad for pretending to hesitate before you slowly hook your finger under your shirt and lifted it over your head.

Natsuo’s breath hitched when he saw the bruises that covered your chest in the areas that weren’t covered by your bra. Bite marks darted along your skin, the subtle scars in the shape of finer prints burnt into the side of your waist. Touya got into a particularly fiery argument with Enji last night, and the aftermath was what Natsuo was now seeing as you stripped of your top in front of him. You had winced when you woke up that morning to see how fucked up you looked, fully planning to get Touya back for bruising you up this badly next time he touched you but you didn’t expect that his lost of control would be of use later on.

You looked battered, and you didn’t miss the gasp that left his lips as you folded your arms in front of your chest to make yourself smaller, pressing the marked skin of your chest together and pushing your cleavage out in the process.

“He’s so rough with me, Natsu nii...”

You sounded like you wanted to cry as you shy away from him, and his heart broke when you flinched away from his touch as he gently held onto your forearm.

You were so delicate and fragile, how could anyone treat you as horribly as this?

He let out a shaky breath when you latched onto his broad chest the moment he pulled you onto his lap. “Poor baby...” he whispered against your skin as he dipped his head down caging over you as he gingerly pulled your folded arms away. His throat bobbed at the sight of your curves and the many bruises dotting on your supple skin. You whimpered when he planted a soft peck on your neck, tilting your head back to allow him more access as his hand fumbled with the hook of your bra.

You whimpered when he took it off of you, the strap sliding off your arms until it was thrown to the side. He could see all the marks and scars on your skin much more clearly now and it only fueled his urge to touch you all over and make sure he drowned you in affection even more.

You whimpered when he rubbed circles against the side of your hips, his lips pressing against a particularly gruesome bruise below your collar bone.

“Natsu nii-

“Shh... it’s ok,” he hushed you with a peck on your pouting lips, pulling at your bottom lip softly when he pulled away, “nii chan will take care of you.”

His hand was cautious as he caressed your skin, soft lips trailing down your neck and darting his tongue out to swipe across each bruise and mark along the way. The brush of the tip tickled, leaving a spark of numbing tingles down your spine as his miniatures took over your head. Natsuo took his time, reducing you into mush with each press of his thumb at the side of your thighs and nibble of his teeth. A breathy moan slipped past your lips when he traced your pebbled nipple with his tongue, the air fanning against your skin making you all the more sensitive as he rolled the perked bud between his fingers. He treaded against the clouds of purple at the underside of your chest lightly, placing open kisses at each bruise like he was trying to erase the trails of what his brother had left on you.

Your hands held onto his shoulders when he buried his face in your chest, cupping the soft mounds in his palm as he licked each swell and dent on your torso. You whimpered as his large hands slipped past the elastic of your shorts, groping your ass as he lifted you off his lap just enough to pull the article off of your limbs. You felt a strange bashfulness when he eyed your naked form, almost looking like he was in awe when he slid his arms around your waist.

Perhaps you were getting too into the mindset of a sweet baby sister wanting their brother’s attention that your body was starting to adopt the role a little bit too well.

“Lay down.”

His hand supported you at the small of your back, his much larger frame shadowing over you almost immediately at you touched the cold surface of the floor. The textured front of the tatami rubbed against your skin as he planted a firm kiss on your lips and you hissed into his mouth when the scratches down your back from last night by one very impatient Touya burned on your senses.

Natsuo noticed your discomfort, cooing into your lips as his tongue slipped past your teeth and explored the warm cavity greedily. Your eyes were glassy when he pulled away, looking like a veil had draped over your vision hastily as you stared at him blankly and your lips parted.

If he thought the marks on your upper body was bad, then seeing your naked form proved that he had severely underestimated what you had gone through before he took notice. You looked dazed as he perched on top of you, his eyes raking all over your body as he took count of the many bite marks and bruises that dipped down the v that led to your sex and your thighs that were pressed together tightly. There were clear marks of fingerprints littered over the plump flesh of your legs, evidential of how exactly did Touya take you last night.

You shuddered underneath Natsuo when he gripped onto your knees and parted your legs, arching your back off the ground and looking to the side to hide your face when he stared straight at your bare cunt. Your folds clenched with each heave of your chest, looking all the more inviting with the sheer shine that coated your core from his earlier touches. But he found himself immediately noticing the faded marks at the back of your thighs where they were connected to your hips, the prints permanent on your skin and whispering to him exactly what you had been doing with his brother when no one was around.

The image of Touya digging his fingers into your thighs as he folded your legs up despite your whines burned into his head, his vision growing redder and redder at the thought of your tight hole being railed so hard you tear up in pleas but to no avail.

He was supposed to be the nice brother, the gentle one who kiss you all over and holds you in the center of his palm before putting you back into one piece after the other had shattered you, but all he could think of was how much he wanted to replace the same tears with his own marks right now when he was looking right at the tiny body that his brother had messed with.

“Natsuo...? Ah-” you squeaked when his previously soft hold was replaced with a sudden squeeze at your inner thigh, your limbs being manhandled into a position that was challenging your flexibility. You could not help but throw your head back when he pushed your legs all the way up until they were hooked over his shoulders, the back of your knees almost touching your chest when he leaned down once again.

His tongue tangling with yours distracted you from the sounds of belt buckles rattling for a second, until the feeling of something prodding at your entrance brought your eyes snapping open.

“Don’t worry about a thing...” he muttered against your lips as he dragged his leaking tip along your folds, his hand pulling the hood of your clit back and rubbing at the sensitive nub to ease more of your wetness out until his cock threatened to glide past your fluttering folds with the lubrication. His eyes were fixed on your face, but your reflection appearing on his blown out eyes seemed almost empty as he talked but more like to himself than to you.

His length felt heavy as the tip pushed past the muscle of your walls, earning him a breathless sigh from you as you took his hot inch bit by bit until it settled at the pit of your stomach. You could feel every part of his pressing against you in this position, your core flexing to accommodate his girth but still felt a white burn at the back of your head when he rolled his hips before slamming down again.

He was much... thicker than Touya, and the vein that was throbbing at the side of his shaft left a phantoming feeling in your walls with every thrust. His face was buried at the crook of your neck, each grunt and pant warm on your skin and seeping into your core as vibrations from his chest. There was no space between your bodies as he drilled into you, his plows short and rapid like he did not even want to have a second of his body not touching yours.

Your voice sounded foreign to your ears as you gripped onto his hair for leverage, the broken notes of each mewl and the pathetic cries making you feel possessed as your knees shook with each hilt of his tip in that spongey spot deep inside of you.

“Na- Natsuo nii...”

He groaned at the sweet moans of his name rolling off your tongue, his hand running up and down at the back of your thigh in encouragement when you clamped down strongly around him with each slap of his balls against your ass.

“Fuck-” he gritted in your ear, his thrusts growing sloppy as you tried to lift your hips up to meet him and pushing his cock deeper into you, “you’re so pretty like this... so pretty taking your nii chan’s cock-”

You whined at the compliment, even though the reaction felt so off for the mindset you went into this with. There was something about how differently demanding he was when he was fucking into your tight cunt, the way he wanted to drink in all of your attention and send you into a spiral making thrills boil up in the waves of pleasure that crashed onto you.

He thought he was the one with the power, but we all take what we need from who we want it from.

“Cum around me- that’s it... that’s it...”

He let out a choked moan as your walls spasmed around his aching cock, his hands holding your legs firmly as he held himself still with his hips pressed up snugly against your hips. Your head fell back as your lips parted when you felt the warmth of each spurt of his cum painting your insides, each pulse and throb of his length printing against your walls. A soft whimper was pulled from the back of your throat when he pulled out, the last few drops of his load darting across your lower stomach as he remained his hold on your legs. Natsuo felt breathless at the beads of white that was seeping past your slit, his hands moving before he could think to push the leaking substance back into your hole despite the weak moans you made as you shook under his touch.

Natsuo pressed his palm flat against your sex like he was blocking the mixture of your arousal and his released from slipping out when he brought his hand under your arm. You couldn’t do anything but laid soundly in his arms when he lifted you up, your legs felt like jelly as he held you close to his chest.

“Get some rest, baby, I’ll tuck you in after cleaning you up...”

The arrangement continued, but this time with one more man into the mix.

Every night after Touya arrange your guts, Natsuo would put you back together with languish thrusts and not an inch of your skin untouched the next day. Where the eldest burned, the other would soothe over with icy breaths and gentle coos. All Natsu nii asked for return was the loving stare you gave him from behind your fluttering lashes and sheepish nods when he asked you if you feel good from your nii chan’s touch.

What you nearly forgot about, however, was that every night there was another Todoroki you had pushed to the back of your head just a wall next to you while you were getting your brains fucked out.

Todoroki Shouto was probably the most conflicted of the bunch when you walked into the meeting room for the first time. If anyone had asked, he would not deny that back when you were still his upperclassman by a year, before you suddenly dropped off his horizons one day out of nowhere, he was head over heels smitten with you. He was not the only one, if the way you surround yourself with others that gave a sickly sweet grin as they came up to you was any sign, but he liked to believe that he was the only one that really caught your eye. How could you not? If anything, it sufficiently flattered you that someone like Todoroki Shouto would eye you like a dumbfounded puppy when you came down to his year. You made sure to be extra nice to him too, smiling widely and laughing louder than you did for anyone else when he replied to each of your teasing questions with a degree of seriousness that you could not help but found yourself cooing at.

(You never liked him the way he hoped you had, not that he would know or you would ever hint at it. It was just fun for you to have his attention and you would be the first one to say that you could not be blamed. Anyone else would have said the same thing had they been in your place.)

By the spring he was about to move into your second year, you were gone. He had tried to ask around about your whereabouts but no one could give an answer. There were rumours, but all of them were so drastically different that it was near impossible to narrow down the possibilities. And so his innocent, bittersweet school crush was shattered into dust without even a proper heartbreak or revelation.

Now imagine how he felt when he saw his dead crush appearing in front of him years after he last saw them, now as his new stepsister that he never asked for.

You seemed to have latched onto him at first, striking up a conversation with him when everyone else made it clear that you were not welcomed. He felt an overbearing weight in his chest every time you flashed him a wide smile that was so nostalgic but also felt oddly different, like it was you had the same shell as before but the contents in it were missing. He told himself again and again that he had been over you for years now, but the pounding in his chest whenever you laughed around him was a brutal reminder that this could be the chance for him to finally get his hands on what was never his.

The thoughts that clouded his head when he thought of how you were just a room away from him at night was terrifying, and he wasn’t sure what to do with the realisation that there was something as ugly as that stirring deep in his mind. So he took the complete opposite approach to what his yearning was whispering at the back of his head and stayed away from you as far as possible, even when the center of his palms felt like they were about to start seeping blood at how deep his nails dug in at the sight of his brothers getting friendlier and friendlier with you.

Then one day, at the unholy hour when he had to lower each step he took striding back to his room after a late patrol, he heard a soft noise coming from the back of your door that could not be anything other than a moan.

He froze, his eyes widening as he questioned his own hearing when the same sweet sound rang again. It was subtle and he would not have caught on unless he was expecting it, but it sounded almost mocking in his ear as his leg moved on their own until his ear was pressing right at the wooden board that blocked him from seeing what you were doing inside that drew those tempting notes out of your lips.

This was wrong, he swallowed the bitterness in his mouth as the stir in his stomach sunk in, very wrong, but he could not stop himself from wondering how good you must be looking at that moment with your legs parted and fingers pumping in your cunt, your back arching as you tried to bury your face in your pillow as you imagined that it was someone else touching you.

The wire in his head snapped into half when he heard a voice so familiar but yet so strange that mixed into the incoherent string of lewd noises.

“Stay quiet, or do you want people to hear how much of a whore you are?”

His head went blank, and then he turned almost robotically stiff towards his own room when he finally connected the dots of what was going on.

He did not look any bit suspicious when you greeted him the next morning, but he swore he was seeing white when he spotted the way Touya’s hand lingered at your forearm just too long for it to be friendly when he was asking you to pass him the milk.

It got incredibly hard for him to ignore everything that was going on once he found out what happened every night when the house was supposed to be asleep. It was Touya most of the time, but occasionally he would hear the muffled voice of his other brother seeping into his ears through the thin walls too. He should not have listened, especially with how clearly he knew the burn in his chest was a result of anger. How could they just fuck around with you like this when he was there, suffering because you were so close but he could not reach out?

Yet when his hand ghosted over the bulge in his pants as he listened to the broken cries of someone else’s name from the back of your throat, it was jealousy that made him tug at his length almost violently as the squelching and panting died down until there was nothing left but the stickiness lacing his fingers as an evidence of what happened.

He listened with intent, wondering if you would eventually come onto him too. He heard the way you call his brothers’ “nii san” and found it harder and harder for him to even look at you straight without imagining the way you would look coming undone underneath him when he heard the same words dripping off your tongue in a seemingly innocent manner in the day.

But you never did, and he was starting to lose patience from waiting.

Why his brothers but not him when he was the one that had wanted you for so long? What was it that his nee san never wanted to fall into his bed when you so gladly let other men crash into yours?

You did not hear the door creaked open as you laid with your stomach on the bed, your legs arching from the knees onwards as you lounge around with a book in hand. You jumped with a gasp when you saw Shoto standing at the side of your bed, putting your book down carefully with the page you stopped at facing down as you looked up.

“Why are you here, Shouto kun?”

You called him “Shouto kun” when it was “nii chan” for Touya and Natsuo.

He furrowed his eyebrows at how clueless you looked as you stared at him. Your chest were pushed together against the mattress as you rolled to your side, the exposed skin of your legs ticking him off as a reminder of how different you sounded from when he eavesdropped at your little rendezvous every night.

He took your by surprise when he leaped onto the bed, his knees causing a dent at each side of your body when you could not react except allowing your mouth to fall apart at his sudden and strange behaviour.

“Shouto! What are you- mhp-”

You were taken back by the force at which he crashed down on you. You could not process what was going on until the feeling of his burning lips kissing and nibbling at your own settle in as a numbing pain, his tongue forcing it’s way past your teeth as he trapped you underneath his frame.

You took a hasty breath when he pulled away, his eyes staring you down like he was waiting for a reaction as you looked at him with wide eyes.

“Do you not like it when I kiss you, nee san?”

All the words got caught at the back of your throat when his voice rang in your ear, almost eerily calm considering how his teeth were just clashing against yours moments ago. You did not put as much thought into buying your way into Shouto’s side as much as you did the rest of the family, knowing that no matter how small, there had got to be a certain place for you in his heart from the melancholy of an old crush somewhere.

“Even though you like it when it was Touya nii and Natsu nii touching you?”

But now he was on top of you, his eyes quirking up as his hand gripped onto the sheets at the side of your head, his lips almost like he was pouting as he trapped you there.

Nee san...

Right, how foolish of you to forget.

He was your brother too.

“Come here,” he leaned into your touch almost immediately when you reached out for him. His breath was shaky as you sat up, your lips ghosting against his before you whispered all while looking into his eyes. “let nee san show you how to do it...”

He did not react at first when you kissed him, your fingers threading into where the white met the red at the back of his head as you deepened the kiss. The little whimper he made when you moved his hand onto the side of your waist did something to you, and suddenly you wondered why you waited so long before doing this.

You chuckled into his mouth when he clumsily held onto your jaw, his tongue swiping at your bottom lip before slipping past. You made sure to moan almost a bit exaggeratedly when you felt his hand running up your abdomen and stopping at your tits, pressing down encouragingly when he fondled with the soft mound.

He got bolder and bolder as you replied to each miniature, the years of longing erupting in him as he gripped onto your thigh and hooked it at the side of his hip. You yelped at the sudden shake of your vision when he flipped you so that you were straddling his lap. You whimpered when you felt the hardness that was poking against you, his hand now sliding underneath your shirt to toy with your perked nipples as your hand planted firmly on hid toned stomach.

“I’ve wanted to touch you for so long...”

His breath was feverish on your skin when he peeled your shirt off, his lips latching onto your chest almost immediately once you were bare as his fingers dug deeper into your skin like he wanted to leave a bruise. You moaned when he flicked his tongue against the hard bud, licking and nibbling as he stared at your face while holding onto your ribcage.

“Wanted to kiss you for so long...”

You mewled when he bit down a little too hard on your collarbone, his tongue swiping across the dents of the mark as his hand continued to knead your soft flesh.

“Now you’re finally here- with me...”

A roll of his hips had his hard one pressing against your thinly covered pussy, the friction and the heat that was burning against you making you bit down on your lips to stop the moan from slipping past your lips. He gave a dissatisfied pinch to your breast when he saw the action, humming in content when the sudden shock of pain made you hiss.

“No, no, don’t hold it in,” his two toned eyes sent a chilling shiver down your spine as he glared at you in warning, one hand finding grip on the base of your thigh while the other slid into the band of your shorts before pulling it down the curve of your ass, “I want to hear every sound you makes while you get fuck by your little brother...”

His skin heated up when your face contorted together in pleasure when his hands gripped onto the cheeks of your ass and parted them roughly, the flesh jiggling when he released it from his hold with a pull.

“Hm!” you whimpered when he felt his palm rubbing at your folds, the tip of his fingers pressing down on your clit before he dragged each digit up along your slit to gather the wetness that was starting to form from his stimulation. Your lips fell apart when he slipped the first finger in, then added another, and the third. He watched in amazement at each pull of the muscle of your face as he stretched you out around his slender fingers, feeling your cunt sucking him in as he slowly pumped them in and out of your hole.

It was almost unreal, the person that had lingered in his dreams for years on end now naked in his lap and moaning because of his fingers scissoring inside of her. His cock felt painful straining against his pants when you rolled your hips back, impatient for how he moved agonisingly slow inside of you in order to draw out each reaction you gave him. His chest swelled at the sight of you slamming yourself down on his fingers as you laid on his body, your hands gripping at the cotton of his shirt all while arching your ass up so he could rub every inch of your walls.

“You look so pretty fucking yourself on my fingers, nee san...” Shouto whispered against your lips, his free hand bringing you close to him to kiss your quivering lips as he crocked his fingers inside of you and ripping a sharp mewl from the back of your throat.

“Sho- Shoto-” the syllables of his name chocked out of your tongue that felt heavy in your mouth, your knees that prop you up on his lap feeling weak as you alternated the speed at which you threw yourself back at him to chase the tightening of your core.

The drop yanked you back by the seams when you were greeted with a sudden emptiness as you were close to snapping, a squeak spilled out from the back of your throat when you clenched around nothing. Your instinct was to press your legs together to stop the running arousal from dripping down your thighs from the flex of your walls but Shouto held you still with his hands, the wetness that was coating his fingers smearing over your skin as he brushed against your thighs before bringing them to his face.

Your face was burning when he moved his digits apart, showing you the string of your essence that was sticking to his skin before he brought it to his lips. Your stomach flipped when he darted his tongue out, licking his fingers clean like a kitten as he groaned.

“You taste so sweet...” he pulled you close to him like he wanted to give you a taste of it too, the saltiness of yourself tickling your cavity as his words were muffled by his lips on you, “I would have gotten a taste for myself directly much earlier if I knew this is how you taste, but right now...”

He brought your hand to his bulge, the hardness filling under your palm as you cupped his erection. Your hand wrapped around the base of his girth the moment you pulled it out of the band of his sweats and it pressed against his lower stomach, the vein that climbed up the side pulsing under your touch as you ran your finger along his cock.

Your breath hitched at the back of your throat when he lifted you up, your cunt hovering above his tip as he muttered against your neck.

“I want to be in you, nee san.”

It took every fiber in your being to stop yourself from screaming out when he let go of you, slamming you down all the way until he was balls deep inside of you. He sighed at how warm you were all wrapped up around him, his arms snaking around your waist as he started bouncing you on his cock.

You scratched down on his chest through his shirt with each hilt of his length in you, your eyes pressing tightly into thin lines as you fought against the shocks that ran down your spine. He bit down on your skin in discontent, glaring at you like he was warning you to keep your focus on him as he railed in you.

It was fear that made your eyes snapped wide open when you heard a click of someone’s tongue from your back.

“Take this as a lesson to lock your door.”

Shouto’s nails on your skin felt like they could draw blood when he shot up to see the grinning face of his eldest brother, his blood curling when you clamped down around him at a moment of panic.

“Touya!"

He hated the way your eyes moved away from him onto the man leaning against the door, the name that wasn’t his sounding so breathless as it rolled off your tongue.

Touya had already gotten his fair share of your time, now he wanted to interrupt when it was finally his turn?

“Fuck off,” Shouto sneered but the other Todoroki only let out a dry chuckle at his defensive state as he walked towards where you were. His eyed you up and down, how tense you were as you froze under the intrusion evidential as the muscles of your legs pulled taut against your skin.

“Aw, don’t shut me out so quickly, I’m sure she doesn’t mind,” Touya mused, seeming to be egged on even more when he saw his brother tightening his hold on your hips when he shamelessly gripped himself on the crotch over his sweats. “You’re at it already,” you let out a soundless hiss when he pulled your head back just the way he liked it as he yanked his pants down, eyeing his little brother that was staring daggers at him out of the corner of his eyes as he pulled his cock out, “why not take another one?”

Almost like he was asserting his claim, Shouto snapped you out of your trance with a thrust up into your cunt. The sudden friction made your mouth fell apart as a moan was ripped from the back of your throat but it was quickly muffled into a gag when Touya took the chance to shove his cock in your mouth. He hardened and filled inside of you as he held your head still, pulling you to the side so that you were staring helplessly at the man who was slamming into you as he pushed his cock deep at the back of your throat with each surge of his hips.

This was nowhere near the same time Touya treated your mouth as nothing but another hole to fuck but the hilt of his tip at the back of your cavity still made your eyes tear up immediately as the burn settled into the pit of your stomach. Shouto did not give up easily, determined to make sure that his brother’s cock drilling in your mouth was not enough to divide your attention away from him as he threw you up and down on his length vigorously as the lewd squelches and slapping noises echoed off the walls.

Touya’s laugh came out like a howl when he felt the vibrations of your moans around his girth, loving the way you had drool leaking from the corner of your lips as he gripped your head with both hands and pivoted in you. He was laughing, but the stare he cast his brother was no less competitive than the younger boy who was clearly not happy about sharing.

The tension was thick in the air, like they were taking out whatever rivalry that had rooted between them out on you as they treated you like nothing but a toy that they could break if they fight over it hard enough. You had never seen Shouto this visibly angered before, his handsome face twisted together as the scowl tugging at his lips stayed permanent. Your muffled pants and gags as well as the sound of skin against skin was all that could be heard as the two men bared their teeth at each other, Touya in a menacing grin and Shouto like he was ready to tear the other’s smile off his face.

You felt like you were being pulled apart by the threads, with Touya pulling your hair until your scalp felt numb from the pain and Shouto digging his fingers in your ass a little bit too forcefully. The way Touya forced your face away was enough to get under his skin but Shouto could not look away as tears tainted your cheeks as his brother held you still at the base of his cock, your nose brushing against his pubic hair while your nostrails flared in a desperate attempt to breathe. Each thrust of his hips sent both cocks deeper inside you, the burn pulsing all through your body as your toes curled.

“Hnpm-”

“Go on,” Touya gave a tug at your scalp, pulling at the side of your eyes and forcing you to look right at Shouto, “stare into his eyes while you swallow my cum.”

And you did, the bitter and salty mixture pouring down your throat and almost scorching where it touched as you gulped down his load as he held you still, almost choking on your own spit as you stared at the younger boy from behind your glassy eyes. His pupils were blown out as he fixated on the sight of your throat bobbing and white leaking out of the corner of your lips which were wrapped around his brother’s cock, your jaw almost slack as Touya pulled out and pressed your jugulars tight to make sure you drank everything he had to give you.

You did not dare to move as Touya tucked his limp cock back into his pants, still smiling ear to ear before he turned around but not without throwing down another snarky remark.

“Treat her rougher,” his glance darted towards you for a second before looking back at his brother, “she likes it that way.”

The acidity welled up in your mouth as Shouto stayed put, the lack of even a sound or movement somehow stirring in your stomach until it was all tied up as a knot. Your skin felt clammy with your sweat when he shifted under you, his cock very much so still pressing hard against your gut as he moved and sending sparks all the way to the tip of your toes.

“Open your mouth."

His voice was scary calm as he commanded and you reacted before even processing his words. Shouto gripped onto your jaw, his teeth hurting from how hard he was clenching down as he looked at the trails of white along your chin and the residues of cum on your tongue.

You shivered when something cold landed in your open mouth, a silver string connected his lips and dripping down your tongue.

“Swallow.”

The last bit of cum mixed together with his spit slid down your throat as you felt small under his gaze. It was like a switch was flipped inside of him when he slammed you on the bed, him now taking full control as he perched on top of you much like when he initially came onto you tonight and thrusting up hard, fast, deep into your cunt.

Your mind was too muddled for you to think straight at the shocks of electricity spiking across your skin when the tip of his cock rubbed along your walls furiously, your pants and moans coming out as slurred strings of incomprehensible noises. He sounded animalistic as his teeth graced past your pulse point at the side of his neck, the muscles in his stomach tensing up both from getting close to his edge and the scene from earlier of you getting face fucked by his brother right in front of his eyes replaying in his head again and again.

“When I’m done,” you could barely make out what he said as you slammed your head back, “my cock will be all you can think of- all you need...”

You whined when his cock sheathed against the spongey spot right below your pelvis, a sharp cramp creeping onto your legs that were already close to giving in at the melting pleasure.

“I’ll fuck you again and again if that’s what it takes,” he grunted.

Again and again, until all the traces of other people’s hand tainting your skin was wiped off with his mark instead.

“Starting-” his shoulders shook as his hips surged forward, his cock throbbing in you as he dipped his head down, your legs threw weakly around his waist as you felt the heat from his chest blazing against your skin.

“Now.”

You arched yourself off the mattress at the feeling of his cum filling you up, his body stiff on top of you as he pumped his load in you. He gripped onto your knees almost immediately when you wanted to put your legs down, giving a few more thrust before finally pulling out of you but still not letting go.

He tried to go a few rounds more that night, but you managed to settle him at your side in your bed with a soft whine and your arms latching onto his waist tightly as you buried your face in his chest.

Shouto was the only person who had fallen asleep next to you of all the ones that had gotten into your bed at night, looking almost angelically serene as he drifted into slumber that you didn’t have the heart to wake him up even though the fear of someone catching him sneaking out at daybreak next morning scared you.

No one did, of course, and even if they do, they all did a very good job not saying a word about it.

Todoroki Fuyumi did nothing but furrow her eyebrows and sighed when she saw her own brother slipping out from your room at the crack of dawn, before going back to her normal day-to-day routine like she did not just witness the confirmation that she could no longer pretend she did not sense things stirring under the roof she called home as she did ever since you moved into the house.

If anyone asked, Fuyumi would be very honest with the fact that while less obvious about her dismay, she was about as keen on the prospect of a woman no one had met before marrying into the family and bringing an adult child with her as the rest of her siblings. The family was messed up enough as it was, no need to bring an outsider into the mix to further complicate the matter. There was also the convenient fact that the buffer period between her birth mother’s death and the announcement of the engagement was far too short for anyone’s comfort, and the speculation of an overlaps in the timeline where Enji started seeing his new wife while his now deceased wife was hanging onto the last breath of her life by a thread.

But she hid the urge to scrunch her face up the first time she met her new stepsister and stepmother and smiled, knowing full well that the others would take up the role of pushing you away until eventually you would have to break under their scrutinising gaze.

Fuyumi had always been the one trying to hold the family together, even if it meant turning a blind eye on the cracks that were starting to form.

The first siren call was when Touya came downstairs one morning acting like a completely different person around you then he was the night before. She felt her guts twisting together at how sickly sweet his voice was as he passed by you, his arms draping over your shoulder slightly before he slumped down on his own seat. Touya was supposed to be the one that was the least likely to wield out of the four, god knows how much of a tantrum he threw when he learnt of the engagement. Something must have happened over night for him to go from sneering at you to cooing at you in the matter of hours, and what the something might be was not a pleasant thing to guess around on.

Still, Fuyumi didn’t confront her brother on his strange antics. Even after she became rather certain on how accurate her guess was regarding your relationship as the bruises on your thigh and offhanded teases got more and more blatant each day. Touya had always been one to play around, she had sent many pretty young things off in the mornings when she came to the living room to find them sitting there with their clothes very wrinkled and legs very much so wobbling with each step.

He was probably doing it as a protest like most other things he had done and it would take no time for him to get bored of you.

But one morning turned into a week, and Todoroki Touya only seemed to grow closer and closer to you as each day passed.

Natsuo was much worse when it came to playing things off compared to his older brother and Fuyumi noticed almost immediately when he started getting involved with you too. It should not have come as a surprised, it certainly was not to her. Sentimentally, the two older Todoroki boys were often similar but expressing it in different ways. Fuyumi was aware of how a yearning for being needed was in place of his head where the desire for chaos was cemented in Touya’s.

It took her a while to see how tightly you had Natsuo wrapped around your fingers, how he very much so ignored the way you amped up your helplessness and dependence when he was around that seemed almost painfully blatant to her. But it didn’t unsettle her as much as it did when the dynamic between you and the siblings switched the first time. If anything, this was the more logical progression. Natsuo had always been the more passive one with his attitude towards you, and him shifting stances would not do much to the scene.

It got harder and harder to bite on her tongue and stay quiet ever since she caught Shouto walking out of your room. She was the most concerned about the youngest Todoroki and his almost dangerous affection towards you. She had connected the dots herself after some baiting fished out that you two were already acquainted before the untimely marriage. She saw the way Shouto watched you with so much fever in his eyes when the other two even inched close to you, the unhidden teeth marks on your arms and legs almost too deliberate for her to not think too much about it. It was the self-righteousness of finally getting something that was lost, and Fuyumi found this one particular budding flame to burn hotter and more destructive than the rest.

You were playing a very dangerous game here, and she was the only one that was left out of it until right now.

Right now, it was a heavy silence in the room at the far end of the house where no one would go to. Fuyumi was sitting right opposite you, both of your postures looking extremely formal with your feet tucked under your legs, hands planed flat on both thighs as you waited for her to say something.

You had a dreadful feeling you knew what this was about when she asked you to go with her for something important with a face so expressionless it scared you.

She had not said a word after she motioned you to sit down on the tatami, looking blankly at the empty floor in front of you like she was deep in thought. All you could hear was the pounding in your eardrum and the steady breaths the left your own nostrils, your hands wanting to claw at the fabric of your shorts to ease the shaking nerves but your head fighting it back with an unwillingness to look like you did not have the upper hand.

You did not, and you were genuinely horrid by the direct confrontation that you did not have to go through with the rest of the family.

“I know you’re sleeping with my brothers.”

Her voice came out like the notes of a lullaby, ghosting in the air but knocking you right in the lungs. She said it like it was nothing but a trivial fact, not a question but a statement that she knew you could not deny.

Fuyumi looked right at you now, like she could see right through your soul and all the gears running in your head as they spun like mad while thoughts trampled your head. Her eyes were clear, so clear behind the frame of her glasses and at the moment you knew she did not leave room for you to lie or try to get your way out of it.

"I am,” you replied.

It felt almost cathartic to say out loud. There was no need for you to pretend or lie or appease towards someone who already had your game figured out, and there was something about being on the same page that anchored you on your footing.

“Why?”

Yes, why?

“I need to find my place in this house,” you answered, feeling your mind go blank as you reached to the pit of your core and dragged out the words you were searching for, “and they wanted me.”

They wanted you.

You gave them what they wanted in exchange for what you needed, the simple equation that formed the beauty, the complexity and the rotting of human desires.

Your breathing shifted to go with her rhythm without even knowing as she sighed, long and shaky as she dropped her head.

She went into this with the determination that one way or another, she would get you to stop with whatever you were doing with her brothers so things would go back to normal once and for all without lingering glances and hints that weren’t so subtle and glares at the dining table, but now she wasn’t so determined anymore. Fuyumi now realised that things had never been normal, the cracks gad always been here and you simply found a way to slip through.

They wanted you, but what did she want?

Todoroki Fuyumi was the one who desperately tried to hold the family together through the years when her siblings were deep in resentment and her father obsessed with making a legacy out of what was left, even if it took filling up the growing cracks bit by bit until she didn’t even know who she was doing it for anymore.

If the cracks had managed to close because they all wanted the same thing, then so be it.

You did not flinch away when Fuyumi leaned forward, her lips stilled on yours as she held herself up with her palms on the floor. Her lips were cold, like the first rain drop that fell into the calm ocean before the surface started to ripple into many, many silver rings, until it melted into the heat on your skin and seeped right under.

You felt a tingle unlike any you had experienced when you snapped out of your shock and kissed her back, subtle closing and opening of lips turned into gentle nibbling as you gravitated towards her body. Her skin was so soft, and the way she held onto your jaw with the tips of her finger as she made you parted your mouth wider was almost tender in a way.

You couldn’t stop the whimper from slipping out when she sucked on your tongue, hand placed at the base of your spine to press your body closer to hers. Her chest squished against yours and you whined when she shoved her knee between your legs. Her palm smoothed over your curves and down to the swell of your hips as she cradled your face, gripping on the doughy flesh encouragingly as she guided you to hump against her thigh.

Her breath was shaky when she pulled away, the one drum in her heart particularly loud when her eyes landed on your misted stare behind hooded lids.

So this was why they were all so crazy about you.

One tilt of her head was enough of a sign as you latched onto her, your lips trailing along her exposed neck and down to the collar of her shirt. She sighed when you rolled it up from the hem, your hands cupping her tits before placing open kisses on the delicate skin. The way her skin flushed under your touch was an intoxicating sight and you found yourself wanting more as you pushed the cup of her bra down to wrap your lips around her nipple. It was the moan she made when you sucked on the bud that set you off, the way it hardened in your mouth as you swirled your tongue around it had you bucking your hips against her legs uncontrollably.

The saltiness that lingered on her skin provoked your senses as you trailed down, making sure to kiss every soft curve and dent of her body before settling at the waistband of her pants. Her legs were tight around your head when you pulled it down, the muscles of her thighs flexing when your mouth hovered right above her sex. She laid back to allow you better access and you could see her breasts heaving with each heavy exhale above you as she leaned against the tatami. You tested the waters with a kitten lick along her folds, getting a little bolder when her legs clenched around your shoulders and she let her head fell back with a hum. Her cunt clenched around nothing when you pulled away, the silver string of your saliva connecting her folds and your lips was sinful as you took in the clear essence that was starting to form.

She mewled when you dipped back down, your hand kneading her soft thighs as your tongue parted her folds and savoured the taste of her arousal. Your finger brushed past her pubic hair as you pulled back the hood of her clit, the shudder of her legs hitting you in full force when you flicked your tongue against the engorged bud. Fuyumi brought her hand to the back of your head, her fingers lacing into your hair to shove your face closer against her pussy as she rolled her hips, pressing herself on your face for more friction.

Her lips fell open when you eased a finger into her tight hole, the velvet walls gushing with wetness sucking your digit in as you pumped it in her cunt. Toes curling under the pleasure when you added in another one while your lips focused on her clit.

“Hm- right there!” she panted when you scissored your fingers in her, stretching her out as you slurped up her juices that were trailing down your wrist and seeping with each flick of your wrist. You could feel her tightening around your fingers and you looked up only to feel a rush of heat down your core when you saw her face.

Her glasses had fallen half way down the bridge of her nose, the lenses were not enough to hide her blown out pupils that were hazy with lust. A furious flush dusted across her cheek and reached the tip of her ear, plump lips parted as her tits bounced with each heave of her chest. Her throat bobbed when you arched your fingers inside of her, strumming along her clenching walls encouragingly as meek moans rolled off her tongue.

The musky scent overwhelmed you when you sucked down hard on her clit, her legs kicking mid-air as a lewd moan rippled out from her lungs while you held her still. The pad of your fingers dragging along her insides rang tingles on her scalp as she came on your mouth, the squelch from her wet cunt loud in your ear when you pulled your hand away and earning you a whimper.

Fuyumi’s vision was still clouded over by the aftershocks of her orgasm but she found herself unable to look away when you darted your tongue out to lick your fingers clean between her legs. The grip on your shoulder as she ushered you up was almost painful before it was replaced by the feeling of her fumbling hands trying to stripe you down, her whining into your mouth at the taste of her arousal on your tongue as she cupped your ass.

Your moan as she pulled you to straddle her thigh was muffled when she pushed your head down against her chest, the soft mounds pillowing you as she dug her fingers into your hips and pressed down. Your cunt throbbed when it rubbed against the smooth skin of her leg, the muscle beneath flexing and coaxing out numbing shivers along your spine. Your hands flew to find hold on her arm as she bounced the leg you were riding, your back arching and pushing you closer to her as your eyes shut tight.

The coil in the pit of your stomach tightened with each drag of your folds along her thigh, feeling her hot skin under your touch as your hands roamed all over her body. Your breath fanned against her skin, each moan and pant rumbling against her in weak vibrations. She kept one arm around your waist as the other slid down her stomach and stopping at her slit. Every hair on her skin stood up at the sight of your shoulders tensing up, slipping her fingers in as the speed at which you rolled your hips against her flesh increased and setting a feverish pace like she was rushing to tip over.

You tried to follow the rhythm of her fingers jamming in her cunt with the thrust of your hips, your legs almost cramping up as your toes curled and uncurled. She thumped her leg up and down more vigorously as muscles pulled taut under her skin, fighting back the urge to roll her eyes back so she wouldn’t miss the miniatures on your expression as you came undone.

“Are you close?” she let out a hasty chuckle when you nodded rapidly, her hand that was on your torso gripping down encouragingly as she aimed her fingers at the spot that had shocks pulsing through her veins, “then cum on me- cum on nee chan-”

The band in you snapped at the coo, your nails leaving white lines on her skin as you scratched down. Your hips dragged sloppily along her skin as you rode out your high, lying weakly on her shoulder as you looked up at her. Fuyumi threw her head back as her arm tensed, the joint of her wrist popping out as a sharp moan spilled from her mouth.

All that could be heard in the room was the pants that were under your ear as you leaned on her chest, the steady rise and fall under your cheek luring you into a state of serenity. A mellow heat slowly imploded from your core, spreading through your skin and planting at the back of your head.

Fuyumi’s arm draped over your frame loosely, her breaths slowly calming down as she drummed a soothing rhythm against your skin, the tempo synching with the pounding under your ear.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Your eyelids felt heavier and heavier as the warmth seeped in, your shoulders almost weightless for the first time in a while.

So you closed your eyes, and listened to the steady beats of your sister’s heart, until you could hear nothing at all.

“Sometimes I feel bad for always leaving you at the house on your own.”

Your mother’s smile was apologetic as she rummaged her bag for her keys as she shoved her feet in her heels. You leaned against the frame of the door, tilting your head as you tap your feet against the ground.

“It’s alright, I have company around,” you said with a hum, “leave it, I’ll lock the door for you.”

Your mother paused, looking up from her bag with an almost sheepish sounding chuckle as you leaned over for the knob. She had been worried about whether you would get alienated by the Todoroki children when she married into the family, but it seemed like her worries were unneeded after all.

Sometimes she would walk in on you with the rest of Enji’s children and laugh to herself at how silly she was for even thinking that you would have an issue blending in.

You were a strong girl, you could always find a way to manage yourself through anything.

Your throat felt dry when your mother suddenly gripped your hands in her palm, the calloused pad of her fingers rubbing against your wrist as she looked at you, looking almost teary eyed as she shook her head with a laugh.

“I’m so glad that you are happy here,” she said, the wrinkles at the corner of her eye crinkling up as she smiled, “I really am.”

The tug at the corner of your lips felt almost stiff as you squeezed her hand, nodding to the way she shook your clasped hands like words could not do her thoughts justice. Her touch lingered, even after you gave her a light chuckle and reminded her that she would be late if she doesn’t head out soon.

She gave you one last look before stepping out the door, the beaming grin on her face not once faltering before she was gone from your sight.

She did not need to know. You thought to yourself as you turned around, your hand rubbing at where your mother’s emotionally tight grip had left a warm sting on your skin as you headed back upstairs.

Your family was waiting for you, after all.

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