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churipu · 3 months

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96 + 98 , gojo satoru

featuring. gojo satoru x reader

warnings. cursing, school! au, uses of the word 'pretty' to describe the readers' appearance // 2.9k words

note. i absolutely love the academic rivals to lovers trope, so here's a try on this trope. and i'm so glad requests are coming in :') i'll be getting to them after this one shot <;33

synopsis. gojo and you have never gotten along, maybe it's the fact he's the epitome of perfection. he has a pretty face and a pretty brain, who wouldn't like that? so you made it your job to try and beat him at that brain game of his, which never ends well. until you find yourself 2 points higher than him, with his help. oh, boy.

gojo satoru was everywhere. and by everywhere — i mean everywhere.

it was no longer surprising that everyone in school knows him, whether by his name or personally knowing him. it's a surprise if someone doesn't know him, really.

he has a pretty face, and a pretty brain. who wouldn't like that? he's got girls and guys fawning and bowing down to him like their life depended on it, but really, is that all to him? a pretty face and brain?

unfortunately, not.

just to top it off, like a cherry on top. his friendly and light demeanor has earned a lot of respect from people all around, even ones who were outside of school — and that shit, pisses you off. he's the epitome of perfection that it pisses you off, how does one look like they have no flaws?

you used to think that you were it. people call you smart and how they envy your intelligence. but ever since gojo satoru beats you at the one thing you solely thing you excel in (you think): your brain. you had a personal feud with him; which you were currently losing in, by the way.

pretty was never an adjective that sits well with you. you never thought you were a pretty person. back during middle school, you tried hard, constantly trying to make yourself pretty for the sake of others to like you. but at the end of the day, it's you sitting down in front of the mirror doubting yourself whether this was really you or a person you made for other people to look at.

so you settled down for the one thing you were good at: studying.

"fuck you, gojo." you muttered out, clutching your test paper with a big fat and raging red '92' on it along with a 'nice job!' under it, and the fact that it has a smiley face beside it gave you the ick. you just wanted to pour gasoline on it and set the paper on fire.

"just because i beat you in a calculus test? c'mon y/n, instead of that — why don't we just study together?" he swayed, holding out his paper that had a big '100' on it.

ever since you made it your job to try beating him with your grades, you've never find the pleasure in studying anymore. it felt like a chore, it felt like a chore to beat gojo satoru; and when it doesn't happen, you just kind of drown in failure.

and it fucking sucks.

constantly forcing yourself to study just for the sake of beating him even by a point or two, it didn't feel nice. but the thought of him winning yet again made you a little scared.

a 92 for a calculus test would be a dream come true to other people. it would be yours too if gojo satoru hadn't appear in your life, but reality check, he's here and he's just so good at it that it angers you.

people often called you "ungrateful" or a "try hard", honestly, at this point — you can't really help but to think the same. anyone would want to get a 90 in a calculus test, or any other test. but to you, it felt like defeat.

you won't be satisfied until you beat him.

beat gojo satoru.

"study togeth— are you fucking serious?" you spat out at him angrily, crossing your arms.

gojo leans on the stair railing and hums softly, "yes. one hundred percent serious, wanna do it?" he shot you the sweetest smile.

a smile that would send any other person to the moon and back, but the sight honestly just pisses you off. the anger you felt from him beating you in the most recent calculus test was already too much to bear, and like adding salt to the wound, he hits you with a "why don't we just study together?"

"go to hell." you muttered, walking away.

"hey!" the male calls out to you, as much as you didn't want to stop — you did, glancing back at him, brows furrowed, "we have a statistics test next week, maybe it's your time to shine."

his voice was teasing, and he said that with a big toothy grin. god, you just wanted to run over there and bash his face in, plastering a scowl on your face, you shoved out your tongue and walked away. gojo laughs loudly as you walked away.

the dreaded statistics test came, and for some reason — you were more nervous than usual. maybe it was the fact gojo was taunting you about it the other day? or was it the fact he was sitting right next to you, occasionally stealing glances at you with those striking deep-set blue eyes of his.

you'd be lying if you said the male wasn't attractive. but even the thought of yourself thinking about such makes you angry. honestly, everything about him makes you angry.

you look to the side and the male was leaning his head down, his cheek on his left arm as he scribbled on his answer sheet. noticing your gaze on him, he gives you a big smile, the crinkles at the corner of his eyes deepening.

upon that, your face contorted into one of disgust and your eyes averted back towards your answer sheet, which somehow looks...empty. it wasn't that you didn't know the answers to it, there was doubt in you, would you be able to finally beat him? what if you lost again?

but as time was ticking, you pushed those thoughts away and wrote down your answers. confidently. as your teacher commanded for everyone to collect their answer sheets, it was no surprise that the male sitting beside you was the first one to stand. trotting over to the teacher's table and collecting his work, he strides back towards his seat, shooting you a (mocking) wink.

a few minutes later, you stood up to collect your own answer sheet. students often wanted time to go in a rush during average lessons, but tests? they hoped time had slow down even just by a few seconds. it was dreadful, groans and aggravated sighs were heaved out as the bell rang, signifying the end of the test.

"so, how did you do?" gojo questions, standing undoubtedly close to you. too close to your liking, but you brushed that part off.

"why does it matter to you?" you uttered back, annoyed.

"woah, shit. somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed today," you sighed out exasperatedly, standing up to make your way to the school's cafeteria. one of the most atrocious place you could ever walk into — if you hadn't woke up half an hour later this morning, maybe you wouldn't on your way there right now.

but it is what it is.

"why're you following me?"

gojo groans out, "dream on. i'm going to the cafeteria to eat and hang out with my friends, not to follow you," he mumbles out, his hands shoved deep inside his pocket, "why're you always so angry with me? who hurt you?"

"you."

gojo was silent, he looks at you with a surprised look, "wait, really? remind me of what i did again because i don't have any records of picking fights with you...?" confusion.

you casted a disdainful look towards the male, prompting to stay silent to his nonchalant question-answer. gojo didn't pry on, the confusion still written all over his face, but he walked by your side slowly, matching your steps.

"i'm sure you're gonna beat me in statistics." he suddenly prompted, grinning brightly, "i didn't have time to study."

you groan out in annoyance, typical template of words people use when they know damn well they're going to ace the test. his words were answered with complete silence from you as you slipped inside the cafeteria, walking towards a section to buy yourself a meal.

and gojo, like he said — didn't follow you and parted ways right after you both enter the rowdy place.

"so, what's your score?" gojo whistles, leaning back on his chair as he holds onto a paper, looking at it intently.

you clutched onto the statistics test you did last week, blinking hesitantly, "ninety-eight." your reply was short, but at least it answered him.

a few seconds passed by and doubt started surging in you, maybe he had landed yet another perfect mark? maybe he's one point higher? maybe he's thinking of words to make fun of you with. so many thoughts at this point that you felt your head hurt.

"congratulations."

"yeah, yeah i— congratulations?" you turn towards the male, who was holding out his paper with the number '96' on it.

it took you a few seconds to digest the whole scenario. you actually beating him by two points? it might not seem a lot to other people, but to you? two points felt like you'd just won a competition first place with a gold medal.

the corner of your lips twitched upwards, "i did it."

gojo shrugs his shoulders sheepishly, he didn't seem too affected by your score, "guess you did. congrats."

the whole thing felt a little too good to be true, you tried doing anything to wake up from this dream. pinching yourself, smacking yourself, but nothing happened — this is real life.

and you finally beat gojo satoru in a brain game.

"oh my god, okay — i am freaking out a bit." you tell him, a small smile plastered on your face. in that moment, you wanted to just scream, shout, and let all your euphoria out.

"hold your horses, we still have economics next week." he chuckles, shaking his head.

but you were too ecstatic to hinder his words, standing up, you ran out of the class with sporadic steps. you jumped down a few steps of stairs and approached a vending machine giddily, inserting a bill and pressing on a big can of pop.

opening it with a slight 'pop!' you chugged down on the contents happily, walking all around the school property with a big smile that brought people into a state of wonder. asking themselves to why you could be this happy.

finding yourself on the rooftop, you inhaled sharply. letting the summer breeze caress your face lightly, you sat down around the corner of the staircase, scrolling through your phone happily. even to commemorate the day — you'd mark it in your phone's calendar, naming the day "the day i finally beat gojo satoru's brain power!"

hugging the device, elated. you look up towards the blue sky, was this it? was everything you sacrificed just for today? could you finally study without the burden of beating him in the future?

you hear the door to the rooftop open with a loud slam, flinching a bit. startled at how loud it was, and to your dismay, it was the deep, agonizing laugh of gojo satoru that made you freeze on your spot.

"y/n got higher in statistics? woah." you recognized that voice as geto suguru, one of gojo's closest friend besides shoko ieiri, "what did you do?"

at the mention of your name and last week's statistic test, your ears perked up a bit. gojo's deep chuckles resounds and he cleared his throat, "i could've beat them if i wanted to."

you bit the inner of your cheek silently, "could've? why didn't you?"

"i felt bad for them."

that was it. those three words were all it took to dissipate the ecstasy you felt for a short while. turns out it was all a fluke? you blinked in confusion, does that mean you beating him was all a planned thing he made?

"what do y'mean feel bad?"

"i don't know suguru, they look like they're trying so hard," gojo mumbles out lightly. even if there were no signs of mockery in his voice, still, you felt as if this was an unfair win for you (not that there was a win-lose from the beginning, you just made it up along the way).

the disappointment seeped in, and you felt a sense of languor washing over you. he was just letting you win, standing up slowly, you brushed your outfit — making your presence known to the two friends.

"you're a fucking prick, you know that?"

gojo looks back at you, his eyes widening the slightest bit, obviously not expecting you to be here, "how long have you been listening to us?" he asks you softly, exhaling slowly as if he had been holding a deep breath.

"it doesn't matter how long i've been listening to you, fuck you."

gojo's face fell as you began leaving the rooftop, he contemplated on chasing after you, but stopped himself from doing so. assuming you wouldn't be in the right mind to be talking to him right now.

or ever.

which was proven by the constant game of cat-and-mouse, he and you were doing.

"y/n, can we talk—" you brushed past him like he didn't matter, and gojo swore he felt his heart break a little when you walk by him, not even sparing a glance. but he didn't chase after you.

for the next couple of weeks, the male has been nothing but desperate. trying to reach out to you both online and offline, but much to his dismay, none of them had the feedback he needed to hear. and it fucking broke him.

"y/n, can we please talk about this?" he asks you as you took a seat on your assigned seat like the usual, but you didn't give him the attention, "please don't ignore me, talk to me."

he sounded so desperate. at this point, it was like the male was at school for you and you only. he just needed to talk to you about everything, get things straight, and live life like the usual. fighting about grades, teasing you about it, even if you return it with simple insults or the language of sarcasm.

he just needed that y/n back.

as you stood up, this time gojo chases after you, grabbing your wrist as you slipped away from the door, "talk to me, please," he mutters out lowly, his grasp so gentle.

you furrowed your brows and pulled your wrist away before turning away, walking further from where he stood.

"why won't you talk to me?" he asks you out, his voice echoing throughout the hallway of the third floor, "why won't you let me explain what i really meant by what i said that day? why won't you give me a chance to talk about it? why won't you talk to me?"

it irked you. he succeeded in stopping your walk, making you glance back at him in annoyance, "i didn't mean it in a way i didn't trust that you could beat me in the test," he said, standing in the same spot, the creases in between his brows deepening and a big frown latched on his lips.

"i see you everyday, ruining yourself to try and beat me. i can't fucking stand it y/n— you're killing yourself slowly. and i don't like that," he tells you, "i didn't even know why this was a competition in the first place, you're a smart person, why do you have to validate that by trying to beat my grades?"

you clenched your fists in annoyance. annoyed that he was somehow right on point. yet again, he was right.

gojo looks at you, waiting for an answer. his eyes profusely blinking as if he was holding back tears, which wasn't the point. you spared him an odd look, trying to walk away yet again. but the male was ready to hold you in your place, gripping your arm.

"why are you doing this to yourself?" he asks you.

"doing what?" you finally answered him.

"this. everything."

i look him dead in the eyes, "because i fucking hate the fact that you're beating me in the only one thing i'm good at. i don't fucking know gojo, the fact that i'm actually not that good at the one thing i assumed i'm good at is pissing me off — you're pissing me off!"

"y/n, what the fuck are you talking about?"

you pulled your arm away, "look at you. you're attractive and you're smart — i don't think i'm attractive, so i just try to be smart, but i'm apparently not doing a fucking good job at it too."

gojo heaves out a sigh, "so you think i'm attractive and smart?"

you look at him in disbelief, "how is that important right now?"

"it is important. the person i like thinks i'm attractive and smart," he tells you.

"okay, so what if i find you attractive and smart— did you just say you like me, gojo? what the fuck?" you asked him, very surprised and he sent you a charming smile.

"how is that important right now?" he questions back, grabbing your hand, giving it a light squeeze, "what matters is that you're not going to ignore me again, because frankly speaking, i fucking hate it when you're ignoring the fuck out of me y/n. i don't care if you insult or talk shit about me, just don't ignore me."

i look at him, mouth slightly agape, "can we talk about the 'the person i like' part, please?" you posed a question, still in disbelief.

"no. that's not important."

"yes it is important, gojo."

"so when it comes to my feelings to you, it's suddenly important? can we talk about your feelings to me after then?" you shook your head and walked away after that sole question, "that's a bit unfair don't you think? and why the hell are you walking away? come back!"

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xiaoluvss · 25 days

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books & café dates . ˚ ₊ ⊹

— your academic rival !

(class president!alhaitham & vice president!reader)

୨୧ president!alhaitham who immediately got nominated as class president, followed by you as vice president.

୨୧ president!alhaitham who also occasionally visits the library, like you, to study or read.

୨୧ president!alhaitham who is also your academic rival, being at each other's throats all the time. (your classmates and his friends question if you're either flirting or fighting . .)

୨୧ president!alhaitham who you compete with on who gets the higher score on the exam. god, you hate that slight smirk you see on his face when he wins. your classmates watch you two argue like it's some free show.

୨୧ president!alhaitham who shows more of his emotions when he's with you, unlike that stoic expression always on his face. even his friends are surprised.

୨୧ president!alhaitham who secretly smiles (very slightly) and stares at you when your back is turned. he definitely admires you from afar even if his face doesn't show it.

୨୧ president!alhaitham who, one time, purposely answered some questions wrong on a test so that you could have the joy of winning the little competition you two have. he was trying not to let out that tiny smile when you were rambling on about having won to him.

୨୧ president!alhaitham who prefers novels, while you prefer manga. one time you forced him to read one of your favorites. though, you still have a lot of novels that you personally love.

୨୧ president!alhaitham who accompanies you to the bookstore after school because apparently he was 'just about to go there too'. you both ended up in the café after that.

୨୧ president!alhaitham who has made a silent agreement with you that the café is now your usual meetup place whenever you two are partnered for a project or something similar to that.

୨୧ president!alhaitham who memorizes your favorite drink and food.

୨୧ president!alhaitham who noticed you always drinking those korean milk drinks . . and now you always find a milk box sitting on your desk before class. from a 'secret person'. I wonder who?

୨୧ president!alhaitham who you always get stuck with while doing your responsibilities as president and vice president. sometimes you two are alone and stuck together in the classroom after class, stapling papers.

୨୧ president!alhaitham who noticed you slowly progressing into calling him 'haitham' instead of his full name.

୨୧ president!alhaitham who has this secret spot with you near the vending machines and benches to eat with you during lunch. he finds it cute how you're always surrounded by the campus cats as he sits next to you on the bench, with the bento box on your lap and a book right next to you.

୨୧ president!alhaitham who loves your soft spot towards animals, and how you two always sit next to each other in the library, reading in comfortable silence.

୨୧ president!alhaitham who denies EVERY SINGLE sign and statement from his friends that he likes you. he says you're 'just his rival'. yet he so obviously treats you differently from the others.

୨୧ president!alhaitham whose academic rival will always be you. he wouldn't want any other.<3

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urfriendlywriter · 1 year

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Academic Rivals to Lovers:

(feel free to use! tag me when yall writee ;] requested by @field-mouse-queen and @indiansapphic )

"i don't agree with you!" "nobody asked you to."

arguments in hushed tones during lectures!!!!

^ "with this level of knowledge, i can probably-" "even with that level of whatever, you're still 5 feet 2." "HEY-"

sitting together to trash talk a professor you both mutually dislike

when they always sit at your spot in library, just so they could see you pissed off

"Are you reading?" "Are you blind?" "Heh, apparently you're. You're reading the book upside down, you moron."

"you like me now or what?" "i've learnt to bear your presence" *mimics them* "i've learnt to bear your presence"

being forced to work on a project together

"You're so stupid." "Yeah, I know."

"Why did you hurt yourself?" "None of your-" "Yeah, then fuck you. My bad for caring."

"hey-" "can you please not rub it in my face and leave?." "i just wanted to ask if you were okay.. "

attempting to comfort them when they're upset

"why do you care, [name]?" ".. you really don't know?"

"never have i ever liked my rival?" you search the room for their eyes, the glass is ALREADY RAISED TO THEIR LIPS.

"that mouth of yours does nothing but talk dumb shit?" "you wanna know what else it does?"

there's tension between them, sitting close while studying, arms grazing, pulling away of hands at the slightest touch :)

^ flustered, one asks, "what-? you're not interested in biomolecules?" the other whispers, "no, but i seem to be interested in you..," they come closer, "what have you done to me?"

"you know, love, I've always liked to win," they pause, "and I'd like to win one more thing--you."

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stop-ur-losing-me · 1 year

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my favorite lovers tropes

academic rivals to lovers (IS SO GOOD, plus when theyre forced to work together)

the "why didn't you answer my letters??" followed by "you wrote me letters???" HEARTWRENCHING

fake dating (enough said)

the 'you need to learn how to dance so im gonna teach you and oh gosh why r we this close?' (honestly one of my all time favs)

the two enemies dancing together at a masquerade dance (yes, just yes)

the screamed love confession during an argument "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU" (best thing ever)

one bed trope (enough said)

the 'i hate everyone but you' couple (yesssss)

one losing their mind if the other is hurt or captured (cough percabeth cough)

the bodyguard/princess trope I REPEAT THE BODYGUARD/PRINCESS TROPE

the 'we were flirting and everyone else knows we were flirting but we're in denial bout it' (this trope)

MUTUAL PINING MUTUAL PINING

additionally, the 'everyone thinks we're dating but we r not/ in denial bout it' (BEST TROPE EVER)

the hero falling for the villain (honestly one of the best ones out there)

lovers to enemies (SO ANGSTY)

there's more i'll add when i can :)

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girlwithherheadinthestars · 2 months

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academic rivals prompt/scenario list pt. 2

[they end up at the same SAT test center] "why are you here?"

"same reason you are."

"clearly not because i'm here to ace this test. you're here for, what, comic relief?"

"the only comic thing about this is the look on your face when i get a better score."

(they end up with the same score)

"how much did you study?"

"not a lot."

"yeah me neither."

(both get hundreds)

person a: (comes over to b in a trench coat and sunglasses) good day.

person b: (reading a newspaper inconspicuously) good day.

person a: i'm here to talk business.

person b: i certainly hope you're not here to bore me.

person a: enough of that. do you know how much c got on the midterm?

person b: (looks left then right to make sure no one's listening) 89.

person a: damn!

person b: yeah. (shrugs, goes back to newspaper) so i won.

person a: i'll have you know --

teacher: guys -- what -- what are you two doing? this is economics not theatre.

"you're looking at a again."

b starts, looking at their friend. "i most certainly was not -- "

"you always are. on wednesday you couldn't take your eyes off them."

"i didn't even see them on wednesday."

"it's fine, i can't blame you, they looked hot in red."

"they were wearing blue -- " realizing they're caught, sighs. "whatever. i still hate them."

part. 1

part. 3

#writeblr #writing #enemies to lovers #spilled ink #academic rivals to lovers #chaotic academia #prompt list #writing prompt #prompts #dialogue prompt #fic prompt #writing ideas #story ideas #writing inspiration

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me-writes-prompts · 8 months

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-:(Dark) academia rivals to lovers:-

(YESSSSSS!!!! TAG ME IF YOU WRITE ANY OF THESE)

By @me-writes-prompts

"Did you say library? I'm coming." "No, you're not. You're only coming to flirt with the librarian." "You know me so well, darling."

Borrowing the other's favorite pen, but not giving it back because they liked to write with it so much they ended up using all the ink.

One of them plays the piano in the music room alone, the other can't help but pause in their tracks to listen to it.

Taking a stroll to the garden/park at night, and seeing the other one doing the same.

^^"What are you doing here?" "Reading." "How are you reading? It's so dark." "Exactly. I'm walking as you are."

"Give me back my notes." "Sorry, I turned them in as my assignment."

They end up being partners for a project/or end up in a study session together.

"I absolutely cannot tolerate your presence." "No one asked you to. By the way, your blazer has a stain on the back."

"Are you okay? That must've hurt." "And, why do you of all people care?"

"Idiot." "Git." "Dumbass." "Dumbwit."

^^Their professor finally loses their calm and shouts at them to shut up.

Locking eyes across a classroom and knowing exactly what the other is thinking.

Skipping classes individually but ending up choosing the same place to go to.

Writing poems for each other, and leaving them in the other’s books. (This may or may not be inspired from “dead poets society” :))

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55sturn · 1 month

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ SNAP OUT OF IT: CHAPTER 0.01

↳ series masterlist! ↳ main masterlist!

↳ summary: in which y/n receives the news of her life and she feels on top of the world, as if nothing could bring her down, until she meets her dorm mate, rather, until she re-meets him.

↳ pairings: matt sturniolo x fem!reader [eventually, in this chapter, they are not friends]

↳ warnings: swearing, mentions of death, cigarettes, drug usage [weed], alcohol consumption, cocky!matt, flirting, bitchy!reader.

↳ important notes: i’ve been so excited to post this! this is going to be slow burn, and updates will be slow as well while i’m in the process of deciding what i want done with back to december, povs will change regularly between reader’s pov, matt’s pov, and third person pov, each pov is vital to the story and each character’s internal battles throughout the series.

↳ playlist for this series! song below for this chapter below!

READER’S POV

my hands shook as i held the letter that determined whether or not i’d have a chance at landing a job in screenwriting or directing, or literally anything the film industry would give me. landing a spot in this course, was extremely tough. it was only open to twenty five students, and there were thousands of applicants to rifle through each semester. it was a prestigious course, and if you excelled in it, the professor would consider sending out a letter of recommendation to any companies he knew were offering an internship. it was such high demand because the professor had a lot of sway when it came to massive filming and production companies, and would often land one of his students their big break.

but in order to apply, at least three years of training under some sort of local theatre was mandatory, the applicants needed to prove that they understood how screenwriting, production, and set or stage management worked, and there was still more that we needed to cover but those were top three areas of experience this course looked at. each applicant needed to prove that they were completely fit for this course and that they genuinely wanted to pursue a career in this field, and if you didn’t show it well enough, you weren’t even added to the consideration list.

it was a tough spot to land, and i would give anything to land a spot in this course. i had fought tooth and nail throughout all of high school to get grades that proved determination and hard work, the only university i ever had in mind was harvard, and if i didn’t get in, i wouldn’t know what to do with my life.

so here i was, freshly twenty-one, and finally holding the letter that led to the rest of my life, good or bad.

“come on you pussy, open it already.” jocelyn groans, she had been my rock throughout the entire application process. she’s been my best friend since we were six and bonded over having the same pencil case when she moved to boston in first grade. however, she’s been a bit callous to the idea of me being nervous about reading this letter. she was the type that barely scraped in high school, and she had decided pretty early that she didn’t want to go to any college or university. she excelled online and had amounted a huge following.

“joce, i love you but please shut up. this is the most important letter i’ve held in my entire life. i’m scared, what if i don’t get in?”

“please bitch, you’ve worked harder than anyone i know, i’m sure you’re going to get in.”

“thanks joce, but i genuinely don’t trust your judgement after the last guy you hooked up with. so i am going to take a shot and then open it.” i laugh, walking over to the cupboard above the fridge, grabbing the bottle of tequila we had bought in preparation for this very moment. i also grabbed two shot glasses from the mini bar-cart we had beside the fridge of our shared apartment, and began pouring a shot for the both of us.

“oh my fucking god. oh my fucking god!” she gasps from behind me, making quickly turn around, only to see that she held the open letter in her hands.

“what?”

“you fucking got in!” she exclaims, causing goosebumps to rise along my skin as i stand and watch her eyes dart back and forth along the page, reading the words aloud.

“dear miss l/n, i am pleased to inform you that the committee on Film and Visual Studies has voted to offer you a place in the Harvard class of 2025. dude you did it!” she beams, her voice full of pride and excitement, causing tears to well along my waterline as i stare at her.

“oh my fucking god, i did it.” i sob, feeling genuinely accomplished for the first time in my life.

“however it does say that the only available dorm situation is co-ed, since you had applied for on-campus living.”

“that’s fine with me honestly.” i shrug, wiping the tears, unable to rid my face of the smile that resides on it.

“alright, let’s take some shots and then start packing the rest of your shit. i can’t believe i’ll be living without for so long, i can finally walk around naked.” she hums, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as i sigh, my arms winding tightly around her waist.

i let out a loud laugh as i grab the bottle of tequila, followed by the two full shot glasses, sliding jocelyn hers as i stare at her.

“you’re acting as if you don’t already do that.”

“touché, however, here’s to my bitch starting her dream career.”

the next few days blew by in a blur as jocelyn and i finished packing everything i wanted to take. she was going to help take my stuff from boston to cambridge. the eight hour drive was going to be brutal, but it was completely doable, especially know that she’d be along the way. instead of driving sixteen hours total, she was going to spend the first night with me, she also wanted to scope out my dorm mate to make sure they’re not a total freak.

“i can’t believe i leave tomorrow.” i sigh, resting my head on jocelyn’s shoulder, the two of sitting on our balcony while she puffed her joint. jocelyn stifles a laugh before straightening out her expression, and turning to me.

“your mom would be so proud of you.” she says, her face blank as the absurd comment leaves her mouth.

“as fucking if.” i snort, rolling my eyes, taking the joint from her fingers, taking a small hit as she laughs.

“she’d probably ask why it took so long to get a response and then tell you that you didn’t try hard enough and that your acceptance letter was a pity letter.”

“probably.” i whisper, handing the joint back to her as i watch the setting sun, feeling a strong tinge of hurt swelling in my chest at the mention of my mom.

her and i never really had a steady relationship, when i was younger she was never really around, she was a big part of the film industry, quite the requested screenwriter, and was always in high demand which meant she didn’t take time to nurture me.

when she was alive and around more during my high school days after she was forced to retire from the spotlight due to her cancer, she was constantly berating me, the high ninety grades and constant participation in local theatre was never good enough. she always said i wasn’t shooting high enough. but she fell deathly ill my senior year, and that was a rough patch for us. i had snapped and told her that i hope she regrets the way she’s treated my entire life, and that i won’t be found at her deathbed. but when that time came, i was the first one to hold her hand and tell her i love her, but the reply never came from her, she just stared at the wall blankly until her boyfriend showed up and then suddenly she was lively as she could be while dying.

but i’ve moved on from that year, and it took a long time and shit ton of therapy to realize that i was never going to be the daughter she wanted, but my dad and my step-mother, melissa, have been as supportive as they could. they’ve been with melissa’s mom in maine for the last two months, helping her with everything after her husband’s passing.

i sigh again as i look at jocelyn, leaning my head back on her shoulder.

“we should probably head back to bed, we’ve got a long ass drive tomorrow.”

“yeah, wanna eat some ice cream first?”

“sure.”

after our ice cream, we finally crashed, both of us only getting about four hours of sleep after having to wake up at nearly six in the morning. we quickly got dressed, and grabbing the last few bags and boxes that needed to be packed into the car before leaving to grab food and drinks. after that, we finally started on our way to cambridge.

the drive was full of numerous stops, causing to get at the dorms around four in the afternoon.

“alright you stay with the cars while i go to the admissions centre and grab my key and i’ll go unlock the door and then we can start.” i hum in joce’s direction through her open window, grabbing my bag off the front passenger’s seat while jocelyn nods, climbing out, and stretching.

“i hope you get a hot roommate, you need a boyfriend.” she calls out, rolling my eyes, and flipping her off.

“i’m walking away i cant hear you!” i call back, following the signs that direct me toward to admissions office, as i enter i nervously approach the lady at the front.

“hi i’m here to pick up my dorm keys, room 496, y/n l/n.”

“here you go! so you’ll want to turn right, then take two lefts and follow the numbered plaques on the wall to the co-ed section of the dorms! and lastly, welcome to harvard!” the older woman chirps, flashing a warm smile that eases my nerves just the tiniest bit as i begin following the directions that she had called out.

as i reach my door, i fish the key from my pocket, quickly shoving it into the keyhole, wanting to get into my dorm as quick as possible. as i’m about to turn the knob, someone clear their throat from behind me, causing me to turn around. and once i meet the eyes of the person standing behind me, i immediately wish that the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

“what the fuck are you doing here?”

“this is my dorm?” he coughs, making my skin crawl at the idea of sharing a dorm for a year with the one person that i genuinely wish didn’t exist in my life.

“there’s no way in hell i’m sharing a dorm with you, matt.”

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silverflqmes · 10 months

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໒⦂ 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒.

synopsis. in which you go from utterly despising what you’ve dubbed as your ‘rival’, with every fiber of your being, to loving his stupid ass self.

academic rivals to lovers ( alhaitham’s version )

for @reiqings <3

tw. mildly suggestive, mentions / consumption of alcohol.

alhaitham x gn!reader.

“look at him, sitting all smug with that stupid little book of his.” you grumbled to your best friend, layla, taking a bite out of your pita pocket. “i bet he’s reading smut, i can just feel it.”

“smut?” the female repeated, nestling her head in her arms. “alhaitham-san is super serious about his reading and reputation.. doubt he’s reading that.. sort of content..” she trailed off into a snore and you nearly face palmed. there goes your friend again.

unlike him, sadly layla didn’t share the same major as you, as she was into astrology, rather than languages and writing. so it was only around lunch hour that you could hang out.. although it was more like nap time for her while you sat in silence.

with a huff, not wanting to be shown up, you finished the last of your meal before grabbing the book you’d been reading as of late. if alhaitham could read without it being for an assignment, so could you!

except he didn’t care.

his eyes barely lifted from his novel as he flipped to another page, deeply immersed in the story.. which in turn, frustrated you each time you peeked at him.

what could you do? there had to be something.

and like a metaphoric light bulb flashing, an idea came to mind.

opening your school bag, you reached for your linguistics notebook, recalling the newly assigned homework.

silly alhaitham was busying himself with his dumb little book, blissfully unaware of the homework you had just received. only a good noodle would make it the day it’s assigned — and that.. would be you!

as you buried your nose in your text book and notes, writing the necessary notes for the homework, you failed to notice groan of the chair few tables away.

until the culprit was standing across from you, overshadowing your work with their stature. it didn’t take any guesses to know who it was, but you were a petty shit.

“can i help you, dear alumni?” you asked without lifting your head, words like knives covered in honey. if you had your way, they’d be covered in bees, too. “your breasts are blocking the natural sunlight.”

“are they now? i hadn’t noticed.” the person in question answered, his tone low, yet there was a hint of amusement. “does that mean you were eyeing them each time you glared over at me?” he inquired, and you scoffed.

“me? eyeing your rack? that is preposterous. i would never do something so absurd. you flatter yourself too much, alhaitham-san.” who was he to think so smugly of himself? like you would be staring at that terrifyingly gorgeous physique of his.

but the silver haired male wasn’t buying it, not one bit. “hm, perhaps i do when flattery is in order. maybe next time you should try being more stealthy if you wish to stare.” he advised, turning on his heel with a faint smirk on his lips, knowing precisely how to rile you up.

and it worked like a charm, as your jaw nearly dropped. “flattery is NOT in order and never in a million lifetimes would i be caught red handed staring there of all places!” you blurted, slamming your books shut before dashing past him to your next class.

alhaitham only rolled his eyes, knowing damn well you would tire your legs before even reaching half way. like the turtle and the rabbit, he would come in like the wise turtle to beat the naive little rabbit.

from the lunch table, layla stirred at the sound of the bell, looking around tiredly before blinking. “y/n-chan?”

and alhaitham was correct, once again, for you did tire yourself before even reaching the doorway to your next class.

he passed you wordlessly, an innocent smile on his lips as he took his seat, watching as you dragged yourself into the seat next to him — the only one that remained. how touching.

“not a word.” you hissed to him, fixing your hair up as best as you could before taking out your materials.

the male ignored your comment, shrugging with indifference as he took out his own things.. along with that book of his. just what in the world was he reading that was so much more important than today’s lesson??

as your eyes darted to the book, you noticed it was unguarded while alhaitham reached into his bad for pencils. an opportunity.

with a wicked grin, you reached out for the book, nearly snatching it from alhaitham’s desk.. had it not been for the hand that encased your wrist. foiled again.

“i believe you should ask before taking one’s belongings, wouldn’t you agree, y/n-san?” the dendro user spoke, his words like a chill breeze. it made you shiver as you looked up at him before trailing your eyes to his hand. yeah, yours was going nowhere.

“quick, think of an excuse!” you warned yourself, clearing your throat as you did so. “you think so illy of me, alhaitham-san. i wouldn’t dare take that abstruse book of yours.” you huffed out, snatching your wrist back. “i was waving a fly away like a good classmate of yours! i should have known my actions would always go by unappreciated with you.” you pouted further, turning away from the gray haired swordsman, who only rolled his eyes, as he knew.

“sure, we’ll go with that.” he retorted in his usual monotone, missing the irritation on your visage as he refocused his gaze on the lecturer.

the twin tailed female below averted her gaze from the bickering pair, clearing her throat. “perfect, now that we’re all listening, allow me to commence today’s lecture with returning your test papers to you.” the teacher — faruzan spoke, smiling while half the students groaned. “i will be going over the all the answers, so should there be any mistakes in my corrections, do approach me after i finish.” the anemo user finished, grabbing the stack of sheets off her desk before handing each out.

as she reached where you and alhaitham sat, she sent your a proud grin. “amazing job on last week’s test, y/n-chan! your story was lovely to read!” the professor praised as you took your sheet from her hands, blinking in surprise. a perfect score!

curious, you looked over at alhaitham’s paper, wanting to shove your grade in his face.. only to find he had also gotten a perfect score.. with a bonus point.

you nearly wanted to smack yourself.

“you’re staring again, y/n-san.” the taller mocked, a smug look on his annoyingly attractive face. who made brains and good looks legal, and why did it have to be him?!

you puffed your cheeks out, tearing your eyes away from his paper. “i’m not staring, you’re imagining it with how inflated your ego must be!” you retaliated, folding your arms over your chest as you sank back into your seat.

stupid alhaitham and his stupid games. it’s like he wanted you to taste the bitterness of defeat while he soaked in the sweetness of victory. what an ass.

his only response to your outburst was a hum, and if that didn’t throw you over the edge, you weren’t sure what did.

“him being right, probably.” you answered in your head before muttering a curse under your breath.

just who does he think he is?

“alhaitham-kun, w-would you go out with me??” a female squeaked, holding out an envelope to the haravatat student as she bowed her head.

a confession a second after the bell rang.

you nearly gagged at the sight, wondering to yourself who in their right mind would want to date the likes of him. he was despicable! annoying, and egotistic! there was absolutely nothing attractive about him other than those horrifyingly gorgeous features of his.

and yet.. there was this strange bitterness you felt, as your gaze lingered on the pair longer. you weren’t sure why, but there was this nervous feeling of what he might answer with.

“sorry, but i’ll have to decline. i have my eyes set elsewhere, hope you can understand.” he responded curtly, rising from his seat beside you as he passed the girl to take the stairs.

the poor maiden barely got a word in after his answer as she watched his retreating figure disappear through the doorway, letter still in hand. “he.. didn’t even take it..” she muttered to herself, frozen in place. all eyes were on her, including your own.

somehow you felt this sense of relief, hearing alhaitham say no. and yet.. you couldn’t help but feel for the scholar as you placed a hand on her shoulder. whether to comfort or wake her from her trance, you weren’t sure. but the female lowered her hands, keeping her head down as she descended the stairs before taking off at the doorway.

it stirred something in you other than that strange relief but rightful pity. fear, was it? you weren’t sure why.

though something else boggled your mind impossibly more.. that being alhaitham’s response to her confession.

i have my eyes set elsewhere.

and just where on teyvat was that?

“your rival sounds awful, y/n! breaking the poor heart of a girl..” the blond across from you sighed out, draining his glass of wine. “reminds me of someone i know..”

you nodded vigorously, lowering your glass in front of you. “see what i mean, kaveh gets me! i can’t stand being around that man,” you hissed out, wiping your maroon stained lips. “he’s always reading his dumb book half the time — i don’t get how he scores higher than i do?!” you groaned out, clenching the column of your glass. “it makes no sense!”

“perhaps if i meet this fellow, i can rob him clean of his tcg deck as revenge.” the albino haired male across from you spoke, twirling a card between his middle and index fingers, which drew a low exhale from the male beside him.

“tcg isn’t to be used as gambling material, cyno.”

the male question sunk back in his seat, grumbling. “who put the sigh in cy-no.”

silence.

“moving on..” you cleared your throat before looking down at your watch. “when is this roommate of yours is supposed to arrive, kaveh? he’s awfully late and we’re already on our second glasses..”

“wow, i didn’t picture you as the alcoholic type. perhaps that’s why you stare so often where you’re not supposed to.”

it couldn’t be.

almost instantaneously, you whipped your head around to look up at the newly arrived figure, widening your eyes. “a-alhaitham?!” you blurted before turning to the blond beside you. “you live with him?!”

kaveh sank back in shame, draping a hand over his forehead. “unfortunately.” he muttered back, sending you a glance after a short pause. “you know him?”

“i wish i didn’t.” you grumbled back when alhaitham sat between you both without warning. it irked you greatly as you looked up at him, brows furrowed together. “do. you. mind?! i was in the middle of a conversation!”

alhaitham only glanced down at you, raising a brow. “did you say something?” he asked, lowering his hand from his ear.

“can he not hear?!” you asked yourself, nearly shattering the glass between your hands. “forget i even asked, you’d probably just annoy me more than you have already today!” you fired back, turning away from your classmate.

already?

that piqued kaveh’s interest as he shared a knowing glance with cyno and tighnari before smiling innocently at you. “say, y/n.. you never did tell us who that guy was.”

the color drained from your face almost instantly as that guy.. was right next to you.

“maybe you could de-scribe him to us?” the spantamad major added and his fennec eared friend groaned.

“can we do without the puns for once..”

a wicked snicker. “well that’s no pun.”

“you guys!” kaveh hissed out before turning to you once more. “so who is it, y/n? you can tell us.” he encouraged, grinning brightly.. for someone who held a similar distaste for the male in question.

it left you in a panic, not wanting alhaitham to know you had been blabbering about him in particular. you’d never hear the end of it if he found out!

“i-i need a drink!” you babbled, nearly jumping out of your seat as you rushed over to the tavern bar, face flushed, and not just from your last two glasses of wine.

when the bartender approached, your ordered another glass of wine and water, smiling awkwardly. you probably sounded like a complete mess as your words jumbled out from your nerves. why was alhaitham making you feel so on edge — so.. flustered. was that the word?

“having too much to drink is no good, you know.” speak of the devil.

startled by his presence, you nearly slapped the boy as you tensed beside him. why was he there??

“sneaking up on people is pretty weird, you know.” you retorted, huffing quietly. “this is the third time today.”

alhaitham hummed in amusement. “and you counted each time?”

“i hope kaveh destroys that book of yours..”

“jealous of the attention i give it over you?” he asked and you nearly choked on your breath.

you? jealous of a book? as if!

“and why would i be jealous of an inanimate object, least of all one belonging to yourself.” you countered, scoffing at his words. “that’s completely ridiculously, even more so when it’s coming out of your mouth.”

“then what was that look on your face, earlier today.” he inquired, side eying you. “when that girl confessed.”

look?

you hesitated for a moment, thrown off by the sudden question, but you didn’t back down. “disgust, perhaps. a normal person would be appalled to see someone confess to you of all people. it’s idiotic when you’re more likely to be committed to a library than a significant other.”

the silver haired male hummed again, which annoyed you, but he wasn’t finished. “funny, it looked like envy to me.” he mused, finally turning to face you. “and repose when you heard me reject her.”

archons, his eyes were so striking — so alluring. was this why he never looked you dead on? or paid you any mind, other than some side glances?

it made the beat of your heart quicken with fear, maybe even excitement. wait.. what were you saying? this was alhaitham — your class rival! he was just trying to throw you off your game!

and yet.. why was he suddenly so close to you? so entrancing? was it the alcohol? no.. the alcohol was bringing it out more — the truth, that which you’d been hiding.

“am i making you nervous? or was i correct with my conclusions?” he asked after a period of silence and you gulped. how long had you spaced out for?! speak!

“a-and why should i tell you anything?” you finally voiced, a puny comeback. “thought you had your eyes set elsewhere.” you elaborated, mustering up whatever confidence remained in you.

alhaitham leaned in closer, a prideful smile on his lips. “correct, i’m looking right at them.”

you blinked once and then twice.

there wasn’t anywhere else or anyone else he was looking at.. except for you.

“that..” you stumbled, feeling your face warm up up. “that can’t be right — you’re joking, you have to be.. did kaveh send you over purposefully? i swear to-mmph!”

and just like that, your disbelief was silenced with a surprisingly soft pair of lips as you felt a hand cup your cheek.

“still think i’m joking?”

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frickingnerd · 10 months

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monoma crushing on a 1A student

pairing: neito monoma x gn!reader

tags: fluff, rivals to lovers, idiots to lovers

you had fallen in love with monoma at the start of your first year at UA

you were in class 1A while he was in class 1A

monoma was always trying to prove that he was better than everyone in your class and you absolutely hated him at first

but you couldn't deny that you also enjoyed annoying the boy whenever you had the chance

while you fell for him first, monoma fell for you harder

after facing him at the sports festival, monoma realized how strong you really were

he hated to admit it, but you had actually deserved your place in class 1A

if only he could've been in the same class with you, maybe things could've been different

but now, the two of you had established each other as rivals

monoma wanted to prove how great his class was compared to yours. how great he really was!

meanwhile you wanted to do the opposite. you wanted to show him how great your class was, only so you could rub it in his face

honestly, those were the only times you actually got a reason to talk to him, so you were trying your hardest to win, so you could annoy monoma with it~

what started as a rivalry between the two classes quickly became a lot more personal, when monoma started to pick up on your crush on him

he was delighted to know you liked him, but he wouldn't lose this battle as well! no, he planned to make you confess to him first!

it took you a bit longer, until you realized what monoma was doing. he was spending more time with you and the only reason there was for this, was that he had a crush on you!

but it quickly dawned on you, that he didn't intend to confess to you, otherwise he would've done it already!

and since you didn't want to let him win this easily, you decided to play his game and see who would give in first!

would monoma be the one confessing his love to you first?

or would you give in and be the one confessing to him instead?

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celestialwrites · 11 months

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academic rivals to lovers dialogue prompts ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

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♡ “what the hell are you doing?” “isn’t it obvious? beating you, duh.”

♡ “i’m sorry, who got the highest grade then?” “i did.”

♡ “you know the only reason they bothered to join the debate team was to be close to you right?”

♡ “i fell in love with you that day you beat me in a spelling bee in second grade.”

♡ “[last name/nickname] you still gonna have that stupid grin on your face when i get the highest mark?”

♡ “n-3^07-!” “what does that mean?” “flip your [calculator/phone]”

♡ “fuck you.” “aw [nickname], is this just because i beat you on the math final? i’m truly wounded.”

♡ “maybe we could study…together..?” “TOGETHER? are you serious?” “completely and utterly serious.”

♡ “if only math could sway the ladies.” “it swayed you, didn’t it?”

♡ “please just for one second turn your beautiful brain off and kiss me.”

♡ “who hurt you?” “you. in the second grade when you beat me on that spelling bee.” “are you serious?” “partly.”

♡ “rot in hell.” “i will, once i finish studying for this exam.”

♡ “i love [subject], but i may just love you more.”

♡ “i give up.” “what?” “you win. take the place as valedictorian.” “what! why?” “because i love you.”

♡ “hello, my fellow co-valedictorian.” “co, WHAT?”

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00127am · 4 months

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"it's a wonder how you don't have girls falling at your feet," "i have you,"

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dramashii · 1 year

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Dr. Romantic Season 3 | Ep 1

They were famous for being inseparable in college. Where she was, he was always there. They were rivals to everything. They argued a lot and it felt like they could never agree on anything. Flash forward ten years later; you hear them buying a house and starting a family together.

Well, I always figured they'd end up together some day.

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satorkiees · 11 months

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12 weeks

synopsis : y/n and shoto are academic rivals. what will entail on their journey through ua?

cw : academic rivals to lovers, angsty in parts, fluff, kinda cliche lol. likely grammar errors. 6.8k words.

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“damn it!” you exclaimed, running your hands through your hair in frustration. your rival, shoto todoroki, who was fiddling with his pen, paid no mind to the test results.

he had become your rival accidentally though you were 90% sure it was a one sided affair. during your entry exam into U.A, you had helped him out of a tough spot with a robot and all you got in return was a begrudged thanks and a reminisce of gratitude. when the entry results came out, you were peeved. the guy (who you found out was shoto todoroki through your mother) scored higher than you even though he had DEFINITELY made an error. you swore to yourself from then on, that if this guy was in your class, it was fate for you to beat this guy.

now, it’s been months since you entered u.a and all of your test scores (specifically maths) had been good, outstanding even, but were never good enough to beat todoroki.

“don’t you think it’s getting a bit weird?” mina asked whilst tears were dramatically falling from your eyes.

“huh?” you replied.

“i mean as far as i know, you guys barely even talk so where did this huge grudge even come from?” she sighed, grabbing a crumpled tissue from her pocket. you took it gratefully and blew your nose.

however, shoto was painfully aware of your existence. when he had entered u.a, he never intended to dominate his class academically, his main focus was on honing his ice ability.

though, during his time at u.a, he had become more invested in his academics. your sheer drive and tenacity to strive to be the best was admirable. his prior conversations with you had always been brief and mainly consisted of you swearing that he’d ‘reap the day he underestimated you’ - whatever that meant. but he figured he liked you, your determination, your extroversion, your smile…anyways, he decided that it was time to actually get to know you.

the bell rang whilst students filed out of the classroom bustling to the cafeteria for lunch. quickly, you shoved the rest of the contents of your desk into your bag as all of your friends had betrayed you to get an early lunch - leaving you behind. shoto watched you curiously, moving his hand to rest his face when he accidentally knocked his water bottle off the table causing an abrupt noise.

you shrieked to put it politely. turning around to face shoto todoroki - your sworn enemy. narrowing your eyes at him, you helped him pick up his water bottle and went to back to putting your remaining belongings in your bag.

“thank you,” he stood up, placing himself in your field of sight, “ i appreciate it.” and he walked off.

you were stunned. shocked even. you didn’t know this guy even knew how to smile let alone have manners. a weird feeling erupted in your stomach, a feeling you chose to ignore.

from then on, you and todoroki were on friendly terms, he went out of his way to smile or wave at you, to greet you ‘good morning’ without fail. you were slightly off put from the change but ultimately decided it was a good one.

the gods were against you.

you had been paired with your sworn rival for the next 3 months. and with this feeling growing bigger every day, with his heterochromatic eyes and his nice smile… you had no idea what to do. it was your last period of the day, both you and todoroki were tasked to stay behind and clear up the extra equipment. the silence was deafening and you had absolutely no intention of breaking it.

“do you hate me?” shoto says abruptly, breaking the silence

“what?” you turn around to face him properly for the first time this period.

“though we aren’t close, i feel as though ever since we’ve been at u.a, you’ve disliked me. and.. and i’m not sure if i’ve done anything to offend you but if i have, i’m sorry.”

your eyes widened at his apology. “oh.”

his eyes were honest, sincere enough that all you could do was turn away. as you walked on, it was as though he was seeing right through you. honestly, you didn’t even think todoroki even knew who you were and it wasn't as if you hated him. far from it, if anything, he made you feel insecure in your own sense of self but you had never hated him.

“i don’t hate you, or anything like that. i- i’m sorry that i gave that impression.” your voice coming out less strongly than you had liked. “if anything, i think i envied you a bit,“ your ears burning up at your confession.

“you’re really smart and i just can’t seem to beat you.” with the rest of the equipment in your hands, you turned to face him again. his eyes were soft and his features slightly lifted. “so, i.. uh.. i consider you my rival, todoroki.” by the time you had finished, your whole face was flushed. the feeling was everywhere, it was a warm one, afraid todoroki would notice the sudden change in temperature. you turned on your heel leaving your rival with a faint smile imprinted on his lips.

two weeks had passed since then, and you would now consider todoroki a friend of sorts. the study sessions he held in the common room were helpful. you hung onto his every word, how his voice fluctuated slightly when trying to explain a difficult concept, or how he had pinned his hair back to stop his hair falling into his eyes. and the weird feeling had only grown bigger, enough to begin to consume you - you ignored it. it was normal to think about your rival like this, you reasoned. deciding you only started noticing these things so you could beat him in the future. that was all there was to it.

two weeks had passed since todoroki had asked if you hated him. and midoriya had helped him out by inviting you to the study sessions he held sometimes though he was certain you were more capable of teaching the content than he was. he noticed how your brows knitted together whilst trying to figure out a question or how your eyes lit up when you had finally figured it out. he was enthralled by you. and he had no idea why. when he had tried to ask his friends for help (namely midoriya), he was met with a pat on the back and a pitiful ‘good luck’.

four weeks had passed since you had picked up his water bottle. thoughts of him had begun to consume your whole being. his hair, his eyelashes, his honest eyes, his smell, his everything. his presence became overwhelming. as you were getting ready to take your last exam for the term, you could feel his gaze burning into the back of your head.

truthfully, for the past week or so, you had been ignoring him like the plague. you stopped coming to the study sessions, you stopped replying as quickly to his texts, you stopped looking at him completely. you had to do well on this exam. you were certain you could beat him this time and for yourself, you HAD to do well because if you didn’t have your academics what else did you have? the clock began, the sound of pencils scrawling across the paper, the heavy breathing of your peers, all of it was familiar to you, it was what you were good at. the clock ended, pencils down and the tense atmosphere melted away.

“the test was sooooooo harddddddd” mina whined, stretching. you laughed with your friend though your heart wasn’t really in it. mina’s eyes lit up “ we should go shopping to celebrate !!”

though you weren’t usually one to pass up on an offer like that, you hadn’t felt this drained for a long time. so you politely declined her offer and encouraged her to go ask ochaco or tsu instead, leaving you behind again. his eyes were still burning in the back of your head, you began to pack up your stuff quicker to avoid having a conversation with him.

“are you alright, l/n?” shoto asked, concern laced in his words, leaving his seat, to help you pack up.

“yeah? why wouldn’t i be okay?” you said dismissively. taking away the notebook he had picked up for you from his hands.

“you’ve seemed off these past couple of days.” he said sincerely, trying to meet your averting gaze.

“todoroki.” you said, looking directly into his eyes “ i’m fine so just let it be. i’m fine. if i needed your help. i would’ve asked for it.” you spat your words out, shoving the rest of your stationery in your bag and swiftly exiting the room. leaving todoroki confused as ever.

your conscience wouldn’t let you sleep that night, guilt devoured your whole being. he was just asking if you were okay and you blew up in his face? why would you do that? why would you say that? what if he never speaks to you again? what about he hates you now? your spiralling seemed to be never-ending until a notification interrupted your sniffling. the light made you squint, struggling to see who the notification was from.

todoroki : Hey, I know you said you were fine but I am worried about you. If you want

me to go away, block me but-

if you were sniffling before, you were heaving now. spiralling came to you naturally, and your heart had become so bruised that you ended up pushing away those who care about you. his message preview was enough for you to start crafting an apology. though tears still stained your face, the warm feeling had begun to push out the horrid feeling. you made a small bouquet of paper tulips and wrote a handwritten apology note. it was 11ish at night when you had finished, and you weren’t sure if shoto was even in his dorm but you knocked regardless. as soon as you knocked, your heart begun to pound inside of your chest and you began to spiral again. what about he wasn’t in? what if he WAS in? what about this was too much? what about-

the door opened, todoroki was greeted by you, holding a mini bouquet of paper tulips in one hand and a letter in the other. his heart must’ve skipped a few beats. your eyes were a bit red, he assumed from crying and your hair was a bit messy but he couldn’t help notice how beautiful you were.

“uh. hi.” you said awkwardly, causing todoroki to come back to reality. “i made this as an apology for earlier- i was. i was out of order for what i said and i’m sorry so yeah. now that i’m here i feel like it was a bit much-” mentally you were kicking yourself, since when did you ramble like this? however, your rambling was cut off by the todoroki pulling you in for a hug. that’s when it hit you. you were crushing on shoto todoroki. his arms clung onto your waist and yours around his neck, your bodies pressed up against each other. your bodies melting into one another with both of your temperatures rising by the second. as your head was pressed up against his chest, his heart sung loudly and irregularly, a similar tune to your own. though, you didn’t want to let go but pulled away so you could give him what you had made. tears were brimming your eyes already and before you burst out into tears you whispered a thank you. leaving todoroki behind again his request for you on the tip of his tongue.

5 weeks later and you’re back to your usual self. the only evidence of the night happening was your handmade flowers in a makeshift vase on shoto’s bedside table. on your desk, aizawa had placed your test scores from last week on your desk. as you picked up your test and held it close to your chest, shielding it from any peering eyes (denki.), you turned around to face todoroki with a look of determination etched into your features. luckily, todoroki hadn’t touched his test yet, or even looked at it, it seemed.

“ hello y/n.” he greeted.

“ i need to know what you got on your test scores.”

“ah, i see.” he copied your previous motion, becoming used to the ritual you guys had formed after test season, sliding the test scores towards him and holding the sheets close to him. carefully, he peered at the first one, “ i got 94 for english.” truthfully, your fingers had been crossed for any extra bit of any luck you could snag before seeing your results despite the tests already being marked. after a deep breath in and a quick prayer to the divine gods who had paired you with todoroki in hero training, you looked at your english paper.

“94. as well,” a tiny sigh of relief that it wasn’t worse than todoroki’s, you trudged on. “ for general sciences, i got 98-96-84…” chemistry had always been your worst science and you were surprised you had even gotten that high to begin with.

“ well done. i got,” todoroki peered at his paper again, hair falling into his eyes once more. an unexpected laugh escaped his lips, one quickly masked with a slight cough “ i got 99-79-90.” even todoroki had a weakness too, physics. ultimately, your total scores still added up to be the same so this was your tiebreaker - maths. beads of sweat began to formulate on your head, muscles tense, breathing heavy.

you peered down at your results…

“okay… i got 100? I GOT 100?? I GOT 100!” you squealed, erupting with excitement. maths wasn’t your weakest however, it’s the only subject you hadn’t 1) gotten a 100 in and 2) beaten todoroki in.

“congrats,” his eyes softened, a familiar warm feeling returned to him, one that he couldn't quite place. your smile was contagious, enough to bring a noticeable smile on his own face too. once he had peeked at his results, a clear, thick cloud of darkness appeared on his face. in contrast, he had barely even passed this exam, let alone done well enough to face you as a rival. gradually, during your reveal, you had moved closer to todoroki, enough to tap him on the shoulder and bring him back to reality.

“ soooo, what’d you get?” you asked inquisitively. shoto ignored the heat rushing to his face from the sudden contact from you.

“ 54.” shoto replied, much blunter than he had expected, “i barely passed that exam.” doing your best to hide the smug expression on your face, you asked him how he got that in the first place. as he skimmed through his paper, all you could do was look at his face. it was a new expression, frustration evident in his face with his hands running through his hair. even while he was frustrated, he was utterly beautiful. another chuckle erupted from his mouth, one that he covered up quickly with a cough. “i completely learnt this concept wrong so it messed up the foundation for all of these,” he said, showing you the paper. skimming through it, you were able to pick up on the errors he made, mostly silly mistakes and a misunderstanding of the content. still, you were so surprised you had beaten THE shoto todoroki.

“i guess you win this time,” he said, shuffling the papers to hand back to mr aizawa, who was now making his way around the room. “ but don’t get too complacent just because you beat me.” your competitive spirit, though never gone, was ignited once again.

5 weeks and 4 days and you’re inside todoroki’s room for the first time. he insisted you help him learn the maths he couldn’t get whilst you were strongly advising momo to be a much better help. determined, he convinced you to help him and here you were in front of his dorm once again.

shoto welcomed you in with a smile and showed you to your seat. the walls were mainly bare (other than one all might poster which you guessed was a gift from midoriya) and a sage green, that being the only pop of colour in the whole room. it was a tight space just like the rest of your dorms but he utilised the space well, with no unnecessary clutter. his blinds were open letting in the golden light from the sun’s peak which kissed his living space leaving a warm feel to the whole room. everything was tidy, notebooks, novels all stacked neatly upon one another. you weren’t incredibly surprised by the state of his room however your eyes widened slightly at the sight of your dishevelled flowers from a couple of weeks ago. they were slightly more crumpled than when you had first gifted them to him, however they still had their shape and were arranged nicely in a vase on his bedside table alongside a photo with who you assumed were his two siblings.

“you kept these?” you asked softly. he hummed in response whilst trying to set up the last of what you’d need for your upcoming study session.

“is it a problem?” he countered, picking up the final of the textbooks and placing them onto the desk. you shook your head in response, positioning yourself to the left side of todoroki.

“not at all. i was just surprised you kept them, that's all.”

“why wouldn’t i?”

“i mean,” you hesitated. “i kinda thought it was a bit much.” you laughed awkwardly, todoroki’s intense gaze encouraging you to keep going. you continued as you looked away, searching for the page number. “communication has never really been my thing so. i get a bit weird sometimes, especially during exams.” far past the page you needed, you kept flicking through it, “i know you never actually consented to being my rival or anything so i get it if you think i’m a bit weird for it. and that if you’d rather not be my friend or be part of the rival thing. it is a bit childish.” having reached the end of the textbook and the end of your willingness to open up anymore, the both of you sat in silence.

his brow furrowed and not sure what to do, he sat with you. flicking through the textbook you were fidgeting with before. he pressed his leg up against you and gave you an affirmative nod. “i’m not sure what to say but i do enjoy being your rival. you motivate me, l/n.” a melodic tune erupted in your chest, a sound that was becoming commonplace when near your said rival.

“alright! let’s get started!”

6 weeks and 2 days since you had picked up his water bottle and the u.a hero course was on their way to a field trip out in the country. the skies had cleared up, sun rays beaming and the semester over, high morale filled your class. there, you would train with the wild wild pussy cats and learn different techniques to hone your abilities. their focus on mountain rescue was sure to be helpful in increasing your quirk’s capabilities as well as your general knowledge of different terrains. you were excited to say the least, todoroki (who was your assigned partner for this trip also) had been hearing all about it from you and your friend ochaco. the bus ride was smooth sailing for the most part. as you gawked out the window admiring the blurs of emerald, royal blue and yellows, occasionally pointing out a pretty flower to your seat partner, todoroki. 2 hours passed in the blink of an eye and before you knew it, your class was filing out of the bus to be greeted by the beloved pro heroes.

something was amiss. with no camp insight, your peers quickly tried to run back onto the bus but were quickly met with the rumbling of the earth beneath them which catapulted them (and you) off of the cliff and down into the forest beneath you.

“if you’re lucky and get there by 12.30, you’ll get lunch!” yelled the blonde pro-hero gleefully as you and your classmates fell to your doom.

panic erupted between you and your friends, you clamoured together as you were met with earth-composed beasts. suddenly, everything clicked. your class fell into formation and you ploughed your way through the forest in record time.

record time being 5.20PM meaning everyone had missed lunch by a long shot. sweat drowsed your uniform that covered your aching muscles as heavy breathing filled the air. shoto helped you carry your suitcase to your shared room with mina, ochaco and the rest of the girls. the room was small but cozy, enough bunk beds for everyone and enough space to fit everyone’s stuff. you and shoto made your way to the dining room where everyone was already devouring their hard-earned food. the both of you slipped into easy conversation about hero-work and the future whilst enjoying the amazing food the heroes had prepared for your class. dinner came and went and after a long, warm shower, you felt rejuvenated and ready to tackle anything.

the next day was an early one. the alarm went off at 5.00am and it was a race against the clock to be out and done by 5.30am.

“has anyone seen my charger??” jirou called out, tsu trying her best to untangle the cords whilst she was straightening her hair.

“ i haven’t,” mina replied, applying her mascara on “does anyone have a spare p.e kit i could borrow?”

“i’m so exhausted,” momo said, trying to muffle the sounds and delve back into her peaceful dreamland.

last night was amazing. after the hot springs, you and the rest of the girls decided to stay up a little later, catching up with each other and discussing other summer plans. “soo, how about you and todoroki?” mina said, raising her eyebrows playfully. a chorus of ‘ooooo’s erupted from the rest of your girlfriends whilst you did your best to wave them off.

“there’s nothing going on between us.” you said, gaining a few ‘aww’s this time from the audience. “i like him but as far as i can tell, it’s one sided.”

“well, you must be blind.” mina shrugged, pulling the covers over her head. “ i think it’s best we get some sleep.” she said, cutting you off before giving you time to process what she had meant with her comment..

after last night and a chaotic morning, you were once again drained and unprepared to face the morning of what you knew would be extensive quirk training. however, you powered through it till the end. after a quick shower and getting ready for dinner, you bumped into a familiar dual hair coloured boy.

“todoroki!” you called out, signalling for him to come next to you, having barely seen him all day due to your focus on quirk training. still as pretty as ever you thought to yourself as todoroki talked a bit about his new quirk regime. he was more animated since you had first began talking to him and now that you were off school - you didn’t see him as much as your rival but a good friend. shoto cleared you in all aspects when it came to ability so you found it helpful when talking to him about his quirk and how it could be applied to your own. you loved how he articulated his words and how he made complicated concepts seem simple. you loved the way he began to use his hands when passionate about certain things and how deeply thoughtful he was.

the pro heroes had left you and your peers to your own devices when cooking your own dinner today - katsu curry and it was a sight to behold. you were in charge of preparing the vegetables. however, your kryptonite was anything to do with the kitchen - you were absolutely awful. carefully, you inserted the knife slowly into the carrots whilst your kitchen partner, bakugo skillfully cut the vegetables in record time.

“woah bakugo, you’re so good with that knife, it’s weirdddd.” uraraka said in passing hoisting campfire wood in her arms.

“WHAT’D YOU SAY TO ME?” bakugo shouted whilst still cutting the rest of the vegetables to precision.

irked by bakugo’s excellence, you tried your best to mimic the speed of your cutting counterpart. and for the most part it was going well until you heard your name being called out by your crush. your focus had been lost, causing you to slice your finger causing it to ooze out blood, quickly you pulled your hand from the knife and began to shake as a feeble attempt to soothe the pain. you cried out in pain as you began to try and find the nearest first aid kit, shoto felt a pang of guilt through his chest as rushed over to help you.

truthfully, it wasn’t that big of a deal. you were a hero in training and this was definitely on the lower end of pain you had experienced under u.a’s care. it still hurt like crazy though. shoto was careful around you, more so than usual you thought. another side of him you hadn’t seen before. he ushered you the taps so you could prevent any form of infection happening whilst he rushed to get plasters from iida. the both of you were sat on a bench in a secluded area that was quite a bit away from the boisterous cheer of your classmates. where you were was quiet, secluded, intimate. an experience that you hadn’t been in before. todoroki’s sole focus was on your injury though you had insisted it was quite alright. he had urged otherwise which was how you landed in this predicament.

shoto’s hands entangled in yours. his heavy breathing and laser focus on getting the bandage placement just right. never had your feeling been so warm, it was burning you from the inside out, hotter than your desire to beat him, hotter than anything you had ever felt before. you sat up a little straighter causing shoto to unravel the bandage.

“sorry-” you both said at the same time. your eyes locked with one another and for a moment it felt as though you had fallen deep inside of his. you quickly pulled yourself out of it, looking away first.

the sound of the summer leaves swaying together whilst the birds sang an evening lullaby accompanied your shoujo-esque scene. “my sister taught me how to cook,” todoroki started, having not broken his unwavering gaze. “she’s amazing at what she does. she’s a teacher now too.” he said proudly, looking at the sunset. the warm hues of orange, pink and violet swirled together in the sky and both of you fell into a comfortable silence.

“todoroki, i want to tell you something but promise you won’t laugh.” his ears perked up as he turned to face you once again. a sudden wave of confidence overcame you and as you were about to respond, confess even, you heard a familiar voice.

“ STOP FLIRTING AND GET OVER HERE.” mina called out, loud enough everyone in a 500 mile radius could’ve heard. shoto closes the first aid kit, accidentally brushing his hand against yours again. if you weren’t already flushed, you had to be now. all of your prior confidence melting away from you by the second and that hot burning feeling, simmered down into something manageable. he wondered what you were going to tell him but inferred that you were back to your usual self. doing your best to ignore the familiar feeling growing in your chest, you started up a conversation - one that you both fall back into effortlessly.

as you arrive, you’re informed that all of you will be partaking in a haunted horror game around the woods. you’re paired off with both todoroki and bakugo due to the uneven numbers from the students off at extra classes. bakugo walked in front of you both muttering about not wanting to see ‘lovey dovey shit’ and that you both should ‘die or confess’ otherwise he’d puke. ignoring him, shoto’s eyes lit up as he told you a bit about his childhood and how ever since he was young, horror movies had been his favourite. when he asked if you were into horror, you simply shook your head in response as you hated it. the occasional blood curdling screams did not help your fears whatsoever. shoto held out his hand and you took it giving it a squeeze. bakugo came to a halt, causing the both of you to follow suit.

there was a head poking out the ground. there was a head poking out the ground. her eyes were hollow and deeply sunken to the back of her head. she was paler than snow and her hair was as black as charcoal. she was ghastly. you joined the other screams to create a harmonious choir of horror whilst putting off your other two teammates. apologising, the three of you kept moving so you could complete the route before bakugo’s bedtime which he insisted he didn’t have.

“i didn’t know you were actually scared of horror.” todoroki chuckled, amused by your earlier reaction.

“i did say, didn’t i?” you replied, embarrassed. “and besides, i can barely handle movie horror let alone seeing a girl’s head pop out of the ground.” frustrated, kicking at the ground. your reply only caused todoroki to let out a fit of laughter. an unexpected one at that. bakugo turned around and scowled at the both of you, becoming crankier the closer the time approached his bedtime. his laugh didn’t get any less attractive, the more times you heard. in fact, quite the opposite. the way his hands clutched his sides and his eyes crinkled, you were star struck. if cupid hadn’t already struck your heart, this was the final blow. you joined in with his laughter to the point both of you were hysterically laughing and trying to stifle it. the both of you had taken mental screenshots of the moment, carved one another’s laughs into your minds. however, everytime bakugo yelled at you to keep it down, it only restarted it. that’s when your familiar feeling grew, it became something bigger, something you no longer had any control over. the same burning feeling that overcame you on the bench earlier.

a creeping foul odour had begun to infiltrate the air. over the past couple of minutes, a deep mauve mist had clouded the air. catching on, your teammates also covered their lower faces to minimise the inhaling of the putrid gas. bakugo had made the call to keep going in the direction you were headed back to camp and both of you followed suit. the screams that had filled the air prior had stopped, an uncomfortable silence filled it instead.

something was amiss.

the silence was pierced by a mumbling sound, a constant one at that. as you the three of you approached the noise, a man with his limbs strapped tightly to his torso, drowsed in black turned to face you. the upper half of his face was covered, tightly sworn off though you could make your deep holes due to the tightness of dark fabric. with a dry throat, slowly you began to approach the man, on-guard for what was to come. both of your friends had joined you, edging towards the mysterious figure.

a rush of ice sped right past you creating a barrier of sorts. this man had teeth and many of them. some short and some long and thin. they were mangled. panic consumed you, unsure of what to do. your teammates were much more equipped for the fight but even bakugo was rendered useless due to his quirk and the forest environment.

but you were doing your best, to help out, to help your class, to help your country. however, maybe your best wasn’t enough or your best wasn’t appreciated by the gods as an agonising pain pierced through your lower abdomen, copious amounts of blood matching your pain.

“y/n!” todoroki yelled, his voice strained.

you did your best to muster up a response to which you were met with a sharp, piercing pain that rang throughout your whole body. as he saw your face contort with movements you were once able to do just an hour ago, he felt a deep pang in his chest. “todoroki,” your voice coming out no louder than a whisper. “ i need you.” your final words as you passed out.

the fight ended soon after you passed out. the next couple of hours were a blur for todoroki, the vanguard action squad had been beaten temporarily however your injury consumed him. he had been tasked to carry you back safely after cauterising your injury, apologising profusely whilst he sealed your bleed out.

peacefully, you laid in his arms, quiet and still. he thought about what he could’ve done time and time again to prevent the injury from ever happening. if he had only been more diligent, if he had helped out more, if he had just said something. all of these ruminating emotions were evident on his face all the way back to the hospital, he had reverted back to his quiet self, the most he spoke was about your injury to the doctor when he was checking you in. the doctors assured him that you would be okay, that it might take a while for you to wake up so it was best for him to go home. and so he did.

he went back to dorm life and waited.

he tried his best to integrate back into dorm life, it had been 7 weeks and 3 days since you had picked up his water bottle. it was one his dad had bought him as a gift - something about being the best in the business, the water bottle that could really enhance his quirk. something stupid and trivial. but you picked it up for him so he’d attached it to you. and your face and your smile and your intelligence and your grace and-

that was when it hit him. a cold afternoon after classes had been resumed the day before. that he didn’t want a life without you, a life where your rivalry wasn’t there, a life where he couldn’t make you laugh or smile. a life where you only existed in his memories. during the past week, he had been updated about your condition from your other classmates that went to visit. he couldn’t bring himself to see you, not when you weren’t awake. bakugo had given him an earful about it on many occasions since the rest of the class had all been back in dorms.

“has anyone else come to see me?” you asked, fiddling with one of the many “get well soon!” cards you had gotten from your friends and family.

“nope.” mina replied. “i told todoroki he should come and visit you but he got all weird about it. he’s been so quiet lately. you need to hurry up and get better so he becomes normal again.” she sighed. you warmed up at the sound of todoroki’s name. you ignored how mina caught on to your not-so-obvious way of asking if he had came to see you yet but were completely intrigued by your answer. truthfully, you thought todoroki had forgotten about you or better yet, thought you were a burden of some kind and refused to see you.

mina had given you the rundown of what she knew about what happened, though she didn’t know much as she had been stuck in the remedial course. “i just think it’s high time, you confessed y/n.” she squeezed your hand. “ i mean, god forbid but you could’ve died. and. i.. i just don’t want you having any regrets, you know? hero life is tough and it’ll only get tougher from here so live a little!”

later that evening, you had one final visitor. you were fast asleep, deep in your own subconscious and though the doctors had advised him to go home, he assured he wouldn’t take long.

shoto saw you again for the first time in a week or so, quiet and still like the last he saw you. most of the colour had returned to your face and you looked as beautiful as you did then as well as all the times you had before. he had white tulips in his left hand and a long note written in the other, he led the tulips on your bedside table which was overflowing with an assortment of gifts and cards. he sat quietly beside you with the sound of your light breathing and the slow, rhythmic tick of the clock to accompany him.

“i promise you that when you’re awake, the first thing i’ll do is tell you that i like you. your eyes, your smile, your everything.”

8 weeks.

today, you were being transferred from the main hospital to recovery girl’s room for the last bit of your recovery. the injury had affected specific areas of your quirk which needed professional care to not mess any potential growth in the future. after you had woken up from the last hospital, most of your stuff had already been packed up though tulips and a note (which definitely weren’t there before) met you when you woke up. you opened the letter to see a quick note scrawled onto it, “text me when you wake up, todoroki.”. a bit ominous, you thought but your curiosity was peaked.

before you had the chance to shoot a text to todoroki, you were ushered into the car back to u.a and now were in recovery girl’s room. hours later, you pulled out your phone and shot a quick text to him.

you : hey, just got your note!! i’m in recovery girl’s room now as i’m well enough now. i think i’ll be in classes soon too!! hope u haven’t gotten lazy, i’m gonna have an academic comeback with all the content i’ve missed 😜

ping! todoroki picked up his phone ditching his attempt to study maths on his own. he had been catastrophizing the whole morning, unsure of if the note and tulips were a bit much or if you had just decided to ignore his note, thankfully you hadn’t.

shoto : i’m “on the grind” as you call it lol. i’m coming in 10. stay awake please.

shoto threw on the nearest jumper he could find and made his way towards recovery girl’s room.

there were 3 light knocks at recovery girl’s door. 4 minutes had passed since he had sent you that text, your mind coming up with all types of scenarios - many that you thought were delusional. recovery girl was currently on her lunch break so you took the liberty of opening the door and lo and behold, shoto todoroki was stood before you. slightly dishevelled, his laces undone and slightly out of breath.

for a moment, you both took each other in. he pulled you into a hug. one similar to the previous hug you had shared, it felt as though it lasted forever and no time at all simultaneously. he pulled away first from the warm embrace with his hands placed firmly on your upper arms and for the first time in weeks looked at you with the same lovestruck eyes.

“i like you. and i missed you. and your smile and your face and you.” a breathlessness still present in his voice.

oh.

and if it wasn’t already crystal clear to you before, the current reality had been shattered and rebuilt for you once more from the gods above.

speechless. you looked at him with an ‘o’ expression plastered on your face. “ i missed you too.” you managed, pulling todoroki back into an embrace. “and i like you too.”

epilogue.

12 weeks after you had picked up his bottle and you were back into class and everything had smoothed into a new normal.

summer came and went, with fall on the horizon and the start of the second semester which meant a new finals season was upon class 1-a.

“no way you beat me?????” you groaned, running your hands through your hair. your maths test had a solid 92 on it but your boyfriend had managed a perfect 100.

“i guess i did.” a smug smile spreading across his face which prompted a pout to form on yours. “don’t be mad y/n.” he cooed.

“i’m not.” you said flatly, beginning to turn back to your seat. shoto stopped you in your tracks placing a light peck on your cheek. heat rushed up to your face causing yourself to cover your face.

“better luck next time.” shoto said with an evident smile clear across his face, a smile you would never get tired of seeing.

a/n : i'm so glad i've finished this oml. i feel like i could've added more buttttt i was getting tired of this fic tbh so it's shorter than i intended. hope you liked it. reblogs, notes and comments all appreciated. requests are open!!

#bugeatermaya #shoto x y/n #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #todoroki x you #shoto todoroki x reader #my hero academia x reader #shoto angst #shoto fluff #academic rivals to lovers #shoto x you #todoroki x y/n

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urfriendlywriter · 1 year

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comforting dialogues between rivals turning lovers

(feel free to use<3 requested by @steamorii11 ! THE 8TH and the 11TH ONE OMGG, YALL TAG ME WHEN U WRITE :') )

"do you want to talk about it?" "no.." "okay." "no, but, i wish you'll stay." A silently sits back down near B, "I will."

"You're nervous, [name]" "how do you know that?" "I notice a lot of things about you, love" and what does that MEANN

"I'll walk with you-" "NO?" *silence* and a sigh of relief, while A takes B's hands pulling them, "Thank you, please do."

"i feel--feel weird around you."

^ "like how?" when A asks, their voice so soft, lost, mindless. B looks away, not being able to look at them, they say, "it's--it feels safe."

OKAY, but when they feel sad and you offer company, and they accept without any hesitation whatsoever !!! *BANGS MY HEAD*

you had a mental breakdown but you didn't know they were right outside your door, so pretending to be fine won't work now. right?

^ "You're being hard on yourself." "says who???" "[name].. I'm serious" while they LOOK YOU DEAD IN THE EYE, and you turn away, hiding a blush, "what's with you." and they REPLY, "You're what's up with me, [name]"

accidentally crying infront of them and they exactly know the right thing to say

"i promise I'll be by your side whenever you need me" >>>>

"You're not my boyfriend, why do you keep saying--romantic a-and caring things??" "so.. you think I'm romantic and caring :)) ✧♡ " IM GONNA KMSNSNSN

they bust through your door, "Movies or Shopping??" "uhm. what r u doing-" they throw their hands up, "hanging with ya, tryna get your mind off things. *they pause, looking at you smiling* and its working, wooho!"

"hey! can you stop being a meanie??" *mimics them* "hey, can you stop being a meanie?" "super mature of you, wow."

"happiness suits you." "so does stealing your spot in the class, heh" "well, okay, *laughs* whatever mine is yours anyways." (IM SENSING SIMPING)

"Do you trust me?"

hands interviewing with each other's while walking together

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rintoons · 9 months

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Heeello, idk if u take requests but i hope u do!!

i want a tsukishima kei × fem!reader, i want his reaction on the reader hugging him suddenly without saying anything and the reader doesn't pull away from the hug (aka gives him a long hug)[It’s like the reader wants a “healing hug” bc she’s going through something so she needs a hug]

How will tsukki react and how will he comfort her?

Please NO TIMESKIP

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

✩★✩ a/n: yes!! i've never done a request before so please bear with me, but I had a lot of fun writing this and hope this lived up to your expectations!

p.s. it was not supposed to be this long, but i'm a fiend for context and backstory—and i may have gotten a little carried away, so... sorry lol

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗨𝗚 ★

wc: 1.7k

you and tsukishima were undeniably academic rivals. it was nothing too serious, but there was definitely some gloating and teasing in your relationship.

you guys spent the first year of high school competing against each other, trying to see who could get the higher test score or answer the most in-class questions correctly. even though you two didn’t talk much outside of school, you had personally grown fond of whatever relationship it was that you and he developed over the year.

of course, you knew that feeling was one-sided because tsukishima was exactly the kind of person to take the whole “rivalry” thing very seriously. to him, his pride was on the line. plus, the tsukishima kei would never deign to see you as anything more than a step on his climb to the top. to him, you were just competition.

for you, on the other hand, his opposition was just motivation to excel in school and be petty towards him. to boot, it was an acceptable distraction from all the shit you had to deal with at home—when the school day was over, and you had to go back to your parents who could never seem to stop arguing long enough to realize you existed.

after starting your second year and being upgraded to class 2-5, only to find tsukishima there again, you could feel yourself getting more serious about it. the more your home situation got worse, the more incentive you had to take it out on schoolwork—and tsukishima.

some days you'd be so cold to him that he could do nothing more than just stare at your retreating figure as he desperately tried to shove away the voice inside his head telling him to go after you. telling him that you didn't mean the harsh words you just spit out and that you actually want him around. his mind was in a constant tug of war, his resolve on one side and that stupid little voice on the other. nine times out of ten, his resolve won. until it didn't.

you had been unusually quiet all day; super distant and spaced out. on a usual bad day, you'd take out all your frustrations on your schoolwork, finishing the work in half the amount of time you were supposed to take before tackling the homework for that day and several other things. but when you walked into class that day, tsukishima knew it wasn't just a 'usual bad day.'

you had your head down on your desk the entire class, your closed eyes painting the entire world black. you didn't even bother looking at the work for that day, let alone doing it. you even ignored all the weird stares and the few people that tried asking if you were okay.

and when the lunch bell rang, you immediately walked out of class, leaving everything behind.

that was the day that the little voice in tsukishima's voice won the tug of war.

he glanced over at your desk and sighed, mentally slapping himself for what he was about to do next.

he walked over and picked up your bookbag and lunchbox before going on a manhunt for you all around school. he searched like a madman, asking everybody he knew if they'd seen you. it wasn't until the last few minutes of lunch that he finally found you on the roof of the auditorium.

tsukishima let the heavy iron doors close shut behind him while he approached you slowly. he could only see your back, your uniform skirt swaying in the chilly fall breeze as you perked up at the sound and tucked your head between your shoulders. he watched you raptly. you were shivering.

"yn?" his voice carried through the howling wind and the darkening clouds up ahead.

your breath left you sharply at the sound of the familiar voice. against your better judgment, you turned around to find tsukishima standing before you. he made sure to stay several feet away, just to give you space.

you swallowed down the tears even after seeing him with all your stuff, an uncharacteristically concerned look on his face. even after seeing the way his hair stuck to his forehead and his chest rose and fell with the effort of breathing after running up at least six flights of stairs—you kept it all together.

until the forbidden words came out: “are you okay?”

you stared at him with trembling lips, realizing only then that tsukishima was the only person who ever actually saw you. you always thought you were going crazy when you noticed him easing up his teasing the tiniest bit on the days he could tell that you were holding on by a single thread. or when you could feel his stare from across the classroom, trying to fight off the goosebumps that his calculating gaze brought to your skin.

but even after realizing that, you still tried to push him away, scrunching up your face and biting out a brusque "what do you care?"

tsukishima sighed, giving in to the urge to roll his eyes. "i wouldn't be here if i didn't, yn."

you clenched your jaw at his words, your resolve crumbling down on you like an avalanche.

before you knew it, your legs were moving on their own, closing the distance between you and the boy in front of you in a matter of seconds. it all happened so fast, he didn't even see it coming. when you crashed into his broad chest and your arms wrapped themselves around his waist, tsukishima stopped breathing.

he froze in place, his body tensing and his limbs seizing with the shock of your warm body suddenly colliding with his. he stood there uncomfortably, still with your lunchbox in one hand and your bag in the other. tsukishima didn’t know what to do—didn’t know what to say. he didn’t know the first thing about comforting a person, but when the sound of your soft sniffles reached his ears, his entire wall came crashing down.

he acted on instinct.

dropping both bags, he hesitantly brought a single arm around your shoulders. at first, it was just an awkward pat on your back; but upon noticing the way you cried even harder at his reciprocation, he slid his hand lower, letting it settle onto the small of your back.

the best he could do was pull you closer to him and wrap his other arm around you, his hand moving to caress the back of your head gently. tsukishima didn’t move a single step until you pulled away first, rather abruptly as if you came to your senses and realized what you were doing.

you let out a shaky breath, cringing, “i—im sorry, i didn’t mean—“

"don’t say you didn’t mean to do it," he cut you off, donning a slightly pained expression.

before you could even say anything else, tsukishima took off his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. it was cold, and like the dumbass you are, (his words) you didn’t have one on. of course, he made sure to let you know that, scolding you for being careless and putting yourself at risk of catching a cold. and for not eating properly and not confiding in anybody about your problems. it was as if you didn't just have your face buried in his neck, staining his porcelain skin with your tears.

you let yourself crack a smile, feeling the tension in your shoulders, neck, and back slowly ease its way out of your body at his nagging. you tugged his warm jacket closer, leaving him there to go and take a seat with your back against the railing.

you only had to look up at him for him to get the message; without a word, tsukishima came and sat beside you. he didn't ask any questions, didn't badger you for answers, or tease you for being vulnerable like you thought he would. maybe he would use this against you later, but the most you could do was savor the moment.

so you closed your eyes and leaned your head against his shoulder. as expected, he tensed up from the action, so much so that you had to shuffle a little closer to whisper in his ear. “relax, i don’t bite.”

not only did he loosen up, but he even dared to let out a small chuckle at your words.

after sitting on the roof for a while and watching the newly transformed orange and red cherry blossom petals flake from the trees, tsukishima offered—though he didn’t give you much of a choice—to walk you home.

after a humble round of "you don't have to"—"but i want to," you finally accepted his offer. the two of you ended up skipping the rest of the school day together, which was the last thing you ever expected to be doing considering the way you feel both about your grades and tsukishima.

as if things couldn't get any weirder, tsukishima took you to a convenience store on the way to your house, insisting that you get whatever you need. he ended up buying you a drink and new, “more tasty than whatever shit you had in your lunchbox” food to eat. he even sat you down at one of the tables outside the store and forced you to eat right then and there because he didn't trust that you would do it when you got home like you kept promising you would.

he was a surprisingly funny guy, making jokes the entire way home. while his dry humor wasn't for everyone, it made you laugh and forget about your crappy day. as you were walking up to your house, you kept trying to give him his jacket back but to no avail because the bastard kept telling you to keep it and not rush it back to him.

“wow. the great tsukki kei is actually a great big softy.”

“shut up, no i’m not,” he scowled. “and don’t call me that!”

when he finally got you home and bid you goodnight, you did something else that shocked you.

you leaned up on your tippy toes and kissed tsukishima (on the cheek). you thanked him for everything before running into your house and locking the door behind you, not even waiting to see his reaction.

your rival stood in front of the gate to your house, dumbfounded, and confused, yet blushing furiously and grinning like an idiot because he simply couldn't help it. on the other side of the door, your were grinning too despite your racing heart.

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