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weirdthinkingdragon · 3 years

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Welcome To The Family (3/???)

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Warnings of bad babysitters, and a couple swears but I think that’s it. Also sorry if this seems more of a filler chapter. Can’t believe I might have made a filler chapter with my favorite character. -_-

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It’s been a week since that night. Shinsou even started joining Eri and me with things now with a small smile instead of a glare. Aizawa is the last one that still doesn’t really care for me I’m pretty sure. Today they didn’t need me to babysit since the students at the school kept begging them to bring Eri to see again. Who can blame them? Eri can melt the heart of anyone.

I was already told a few days ago to call Yamada by his first name, but it’s rather similar to Shinsou’s. I still keep getting them mixed up in my head. I still prefer to call them by their last names. Why can’t I just keep calling them by their last names? My fault for wanting to be friends with them I suppose.

Yamada texted me he wants me to come into his recording studio tonight. Something about finally having the chance to know me better? But don’t we pretty much know everything about each other already from him reading my summary and I knowing him from his professions, as well as Eri telling both of us things about each other?

Eh, I didn’t have anything planned to do today anyway.

I waited for it to get later in the day and head towards the location of the studio. He’s also a teacher, so it would be better to arrive a bit later, knowing he will be there then as well. I might ask him for a ride back to my home though if he’s willing. I don’t really want to walk alone at night back to my place, considering here is a much farther distance to my place than their house to mine. Kind of surprised to not have run into a villain yet. Here’s to hoping I never do.

Entering the tower, I’m greeted by someone unknown sitting at a desk. She has a rather deep frown on her face as she saw me enter and walk up to the desk. I feel like a nervous wreck trying to tell her I’m here to see Yamada. What if he forgot to tell her and I get humiliated?

Okay, that might be a bit ridiculous. No one else is around. “Hello. I’m here to uh… See Yamada?” Her frown deepens even further. “Farthest room on the right.” I walk towards the door. Hospitality much?

I knock on the door and wait for him to answer.

“C’mon in, Y/N!” He yells through the door. His voice was rather quiet, so the room must be incredibly soundproof. I enter the room and see Best Jeanist sitting on a chair in front of him. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” I ask.

They both shake their heads. “No, we just finished a bit ago,” Best Jeanist does a weird hand motion over his hair? “I’ll be leaving now. This was a pleasant time.” He gets up and leaves.

After a bit, I sat in the chair he was just sitting in, and it felt rather awkward between us. The warmth of the seat not aiding in much comfort.

“So… Is the woman at the main desk usually in such a mood, or is it a bad day today?”

He laughs. “She’s been like that for a while!”

For a while? “What made her like that?”

He shakes his head. “She still digs me. A while ago we tried having her as Eri’s babysitter, but it didn’t go well with how uncaring she was for her. Sho and I could both tell she couldn’t have cared less for our kids and was rather disgusted finding out Sho and I were married. She still kept tryin’ though, so we had to kick her from babysitting.”

“That explains why she seemed so annoyed with me when I asked her where your room was.”

He nods. “Yep! It probably doesn’t help I teased her by tellin’ her you’re our new sitter!”

I give him an incredulous look. “Why would you do that?”

“Ah, don’t be so worried! I just told her how you’re already a way better sitter than she ever was!”

I don’t really know what to say to that. It’s just what I’m supposed to do, isn’t it? “It’s just my job. But to be honest, Eri makes it way more enjoyable. Hate to say I have favorites, but she easily has to be in my top five favorite kids I ever got to babysit.”

He seems to grow even happier at the news, judging by his smile growing bigger. Jeez, how does his face get that big without strain!? “So glad to hear that! I Gotta say, we were close to givin’ up on the whole babysitter thing until we passed yours.”

I tilt my head. “Why is that?”

His face goes into a frown. “The first two were actually villains. The first was working with some villains in trying to get Eri. Luckily we found out the same day before leaving from our son using his quirk on them. The second was known for stealin’ people’s items, but the reviews were deleted so we didn’t know until it was too late. They didn’t take anything that couldn’t be replaced though.”

“Like Eri.”

He smiles again. “Yep! But we obviously couldn’t have someone like that around us, ya know? So we caught them and turned ‘em in.”

I nod. “That makes sense. Was the next one the woman at the desk?”

He shakes his head. “Nope! That was the next one. The third one was pretty good. Or so we thought, but our son didn’t feel right with them being around Eri,” His fists clench tightly, and his frown is even deeper than before. “Turns out he had an obsession of bein’ in charge and kept bossing Eri around when we weren’t home. Making her clean everything and took the credit. I went home early one day and caught him in the act.”

My heart twinges knowing Eri had to go through EVEN MORE than she already did. “Please tell me you decked him for it.”

He smirks. “Sho wasn’t too happy at me for it, but fuck yeah I did!”

“Glad to hear!” I smirk. “I bet Shinsou was all for you decking him as well, knowing him.”

He nods. “Yep! He told me if he was there, he would have done the same thing!”

“Sounds like him.”

It goes quiet between us after that. I keep trying to think of something else to talk about, but my mind keeps coming up blank. Surprisingly or not, I’m not nearly as good at talking with adults as I am with kids. They’re usually easily distracted, and bringing up one thing can make them go into an hour of talking about it.

“Just curious, do ya ever listen to my show?” He suddenly asks. I’m so thankful he’s able to come up with something.

“Sometimes. I was introduced to it by a child I babysat before. I wasn’t too appreciative of the tantrums he would throw when he couldn’t listen to it though. It also took a bit, but your show started to grow on me.”

He smiles again. “Glad to know I’ve got some good hard fans listenin’ in!”

I roll my eyes with a smile. “I don’t think his parents would agree with you, but go ahead and think what you want.”

He smiles and shrugs.

I can’t help but suddenly try to clear my throat from how dry it seems in here now that I notice. He notices, gets up, and grabs a bottle of water from a stand not too far from his seat, passing it to me. “Here ya go! Sorry for it bein’ so dry in here. One of the previous people using this room has some desert-like quirk. Gotten pretty used to it myself!”

I take the bottle. “Thanks, Hitoshi.”

He stops for a moment and blinks at me. “I think ya mean Hizashi, my dear listener!”

Oh. OH. FUCK!

I let out an embarrassed groan and couldn’t even look at him in the eyes, making him laugh incredibly hard at my reaction. “Don’t worry about it! They do seem rather similar, don’t they?” I just reply by nodding my head. Not being used to their first names really came to bite me, didn’t it?

Hizashi’s phone started to ring. He sees who it is, and answers it. “Hey babe, what ya need?” He’s quiet for a second, but then his eyes widen as he turns and looks at the clock. “Shit! Sorry, guess time slipped by! I’ll be there shortly!” He then hangs up.

“Hey, we gotta pick up Eri and Sho from the school. Since you’re here, I could drive ya if you want!” Hearing that is more relieving than having to ask him. “Sure. If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Not at all!”

As we leave, I look back to see the woman glaring hard at me from being beside Hizashi. It’s already decided. The less I’m around her, the better.

We walk down to his black car. I get into the back seat so his husband can sit in the front. On the left is the car seat for Eri. I’ll get out when we get there so Shin- Hitoshi can sit in the middle. I really need to get them straight now before I get embarrassed by saying the wrong name again.

Huh, the seats are incredibly comfortable. They’re also a beige color. Some reason, I was really expecting a different color. Not judging though, since I don’t even have one.

It stays quiet between us until we enter the school area. It’s crazy to see in person. Aizawa, Eri, and Hitoshi are waiting outside by the entrance. I exit the vehicle, and she brightens upon seeing me. I get tackled into a hug by her. “Hey, Eri! Good to see you again!”

“Even though it’s only been a day?” Hitoshi teases.

“Admit it. You missed me too.” I tease.

He smirks. “Maybe, maybe not.” He teases back.

Aizawa’s expression is unreadable as he looks at me. I decide to just give him space and accept he might just never like me. I’m honestly a little scared to try since he might get pissed off at me instead of not liking me too much. That’s a scary thought itself. He sits up front while I help Eri get into her seat. Shin- Hitoshi waits for me to walk around and sit in the middle. Maybe to keep them straight I could call them Toshi and Zashi. Would they mind that? That seems maybe too unprofessional though.

“Do you want to drop me off first, or your family first since my place is farther away, Hizashi?”

“I think we can go to your place first. Kinda curious to see your place, dear listener! I heard your place is rather lively!” He looks into the mirror at me. “Oh! And ya got the name right this time!”

Really? Why do you have to embarrass me in front of your whole family!? I groan and hide my face with my hands.

“This time?” Aizawa questions.

“They accidentally called me our son’s name! Ya shoulda seen their face when they realized!”

I take my hands off my face. “You didn’t have to tell them that! I’m sorry! I’m not used to your first names yet!”

Hizashi and Hitoshi both laugh at me. Hitoshi’s was more of a snicker.

I decide to try to change the subject to save myself from the embarrassment. “So, you know where it is, or do you need me to tell you the way?”

“Nope! I got it memorized already!”

“Good to know.”

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We all talk a bit more on our way to my place. “Oh yeah! Hey, Y/N!” Hizashi suddenly pipes up when I was saying some joking banter with Hitoshi.

“Yeah?” I question.

“Are ya goin’ to the festival next week?”

I shrug in reply. “Not really sure. I was thinking of maybe spending a bit more time with my neighbors since I haven’t done that very much for a while.”

None of them seemed to be too happy with that I think from their silence for a minute.

“You could come with us. I’m sure Eri would like you to come.” Hitoshi informs.

Eri nods enthusiastically at me when I look at her. My brows narrow in thought. “Isn’t that a family day for you guys though? I really don’t want to intrude.”

For the first time since I’ve met him, Aizawa replies to me. “It’s not intruding if we’re inviting.”

I look at Eri again, who is beyond pleading me to go. Damn it, how in the world can I say no to her? “I guess my friends could wait a bit longer. Sure, I can come.”

“Great! We’ll pick ya up that day then!”

It’s easy to tell we’re getting close to my place by the music that blairs into the car.

… Are they seriously playing “It wasn’t me” by Shaggy today? I can’t help but laugh while everyone in the car but Hizashi is confused. It’s a nightly occurrence I’ve finally gotten used to, and sometimes even join them for a bit. I’ve learned quite a bit of English from them as well. They’re great neighbors. Honestly they’re one of the reasons I don’t move out, though now I could. This place has gotten rather cheap rent from these rambunctious people. It started with two, and soon the whole building became nothing but chaos. They’ve been frowned upon by many for their ways, but they couldn’t seem to care less. No noise complaints? No problems.

“What are you laughing at?” Hitoshi questions.

“Just my neighbor’s choice of song tonight. I’m beyond surprised they haven’t gotten into trouble for it yet.”

“You can understand it!?” Hizashi excitedly exclaims.

“Mostly. They taught me some English from me being here.”

Even though Hizashi seems like the type to like many types of music, he doesn’t seem to like the lyrics too much. Well. it IS about cheating after all. I’m beyond thankful Eri doesn’t understand any of it. Both from probably being too young, and not knowing the language very well yet.

“What’s the song about?” Eri questions.

Uh… “You don’t want to know. It’s a gross song.”

“Why laugh if it’s gross?”

I reach over and gently pat her head. I’ve finally gotten close enough she no longer fears my touch. “You will find out when you’re older. It’s an adult thing.”

She seems unsure. “O...kay.”

Hizashi pulls up to the building. My crazy friends being outside dancing their pants off as usual. I laugh at them and shake my head. Hitoshi gets out for me to exit. They all freeze and stare at me as I exit the vehicle, Hitoshi immediately getting back in. I wave at them and head towards my friends.

My closest friend, Ryo, comes up to me. “What up, my friend?” They put their hand up for a high five. Just another rare thing these people like to do. I high five their hand.

“Not much! Just got back from another day of sitting! You know, the usual!” Sadly I can’t tell them the truth from the promise to the heroes.

They take a quick glance at the car, then back at me with a whistle. “You sure got the jackpot huh? Bet those are some lucky kids!”

“It’s nothing much. Kids are kids. They’d like anyone that’s kind to them and listens to them.”

“Ah, don’t be so modest now!” They get me in a headlock and rub my head in a jokingly aggressive way. “Any kid is lucky if they get you as a sitter!”

I laugh and force myself out of their grip. Hizashi quickly pulls away in the car in the process.

We enter the building, and I’m incredibly glad they didn’t ask to come in. On the outside the place looks fine, but the inside is pretty much falling apart. Walls peeling, and the floor thin enough to feel the vibrations of the music underneath. Hey, at least we never have a mold problem. It might be from someone here who has a mold-absorption type of quirk. How he discovered it, I don’t want to know.

I’m rather tired today, so I’m not joining them. Ryo seemed to notice, so they went back out to the others. I just flop onto my bed and almost immediately fall asleep.

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nenchainzz · 3 years

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Heeey, can i have a Mirio x Fem!Reader Fic? Idc what is it about, you write so good so it will be obviously perfect! 💞

Mirio Togata x Fem!Reader

Just some fluff

Summary: Mirio asks the reader if she would want to help him babysit Eri, which she agrees to of course.

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Me not starting to simp for this man because of this, no, of course not. Anyway, I hope you like it!! Sorry, I took so long to write it. My professors just kinda dumped a lot of work on me, so…yeah. Enjoy!!

How could you say no when Mirio asked if you wanted to join him to hang out with Eri? You love Mirio, so of course, you would say yes. You hadn’t talked to Eri much, but coming from Mirio, she is adorable. When he told you about her past, you remember how sad you felt for her. Mirio reassured you when he said it’s your guys’ mission to help her be happy, which you obviously accepted.

So now you’re waiting outside of the class 1-A dorm waiting for Mirio, so you both can go in together. Mr. Aizawa has his own apartment inside the class 1-A dorm where he and Eri live. You wanted to get to the entrance early because of your excitement and nerves. You’re excited to spend time with Mirio and Eri, and you’re nervous because you want Eri to like you. As you think about all this, Mirio finally comes running over to you. His hair is slightly out of place, but his clothes are still pristine.

“Hey, I hope I didn’t make you wait. I just overslept just a little,” Mirio chirps. You laugh a bit.

“Why did you oversleep?” you ask. He gives you an embarrassed look and scratches the back of his neck.

“I was just so excited for today that I couldn’t sleep. I also came up with a list of fun activities we can do with Eri,” Mirio fishes in his pocket for a piece of paper that he shows you. There are about 25 different activities to choose from. He really went all out.

“Oh, wow, you really came up with a lot of stuff,” you can go over everything.

“I know; I just couldn’t help myself,” he shrugs. You pat his shoulder as an encouragement.

“Well, it’s good that you’re prepared,” you praise. He blushes.

“Aw, thank you, Y/N,” he scratches his neck again. You think about your earlier thoughts again, which must’ve changed your facial expression because Mirio’s demeanor changes. “Hey, are you alright?” You try to return to your chipper self.

“Huh? Oh, I’m fine,” you lie. He sees through your lie.

“I don’t know. You’re kinda frowny,” he says. You smile at his cuteness.

“I’m just worried that Eri won’t want to talk to me,” you admit. He gives you a big smile.

“What? She’ll love you! You’re the sweetest girl ever. Trust me, she’s gonna love you. Although I will say she might be a bit shy at first, after she warms up to you…everything will be fine,” Mirio comforts you by patting your head.

“Thanks, Mirio,” you smile back. He stops patting you and looks to the dorm.

“Now, let’s get going then,” Mirio begins knocking on the dorm door as you stand beside him. After a few minutes, Mr. Aizawa opens the door with his hair tied back in a bun and wearing a black shirt and brown pants, just his regular clothes. “Hello, Mr. Aizawa, sir. We’re here to hang out with Eri.”

“Thank you for doing this on such short notice,” Mr. Aizawa says as he steps aside to let you in.

“Don’t even mention it,” Mirio waves a hand.

“Yeah, we’re happy to do it,” you respond.

“Thank you,” Mr. Aizawa thanks you both again. “I’ll be back by around 6.” Mirio gives Mr. Aizawa a salute.

“Sounds good, sir,” Mirio says, and you giggle. Mr. Aizawa leaves for a mission, and you go to find Eri. You look around the standard room and see that the dorm is empty. The students are all gone, and it’s just you, Mirio, and Eri. You see Eri sitting on the sofa, playing with some dolls. You hang back as Mirio bubbly walks over to her. “Heya, Eri! Whatcha doing?”

“Uh, hello,” she greets shyly. “I’m just playing with my dollies.” Mirio sits beside her and ushers you to join him. You hesitantly sit beside him with Mirio in the middle on the sofa.

“Can we play too?” Mirio asks and gestures to you. Eri nods, and everyone moves to the floor for more room. She has a cat stuffed animal, a pink stuffed hamster, and a small plastic peacock, Mirio gets the hamster, and you get the peacock. “So, what’s the storyline?”

“Peacock and Hammy are trying to have a party for Miss Kitty because it’s her birthday,” Eri replies.

“Oh,” Mirio says. “Well, we gotta ensure Miss Kitty’s surprise party is amazing.”

“Yeah, yes, we gotta make sure,” you reply nervously. Mirio gives you a small encouraging smile to try to calm you.

“Hey, Eri, how ‘bout we get some food for the party?” he asks. Eri nods with a cute smile. He’s so good with kids, you think, looking at him. “Come on, Y/N. It’s time to show off your cooking skills!” He grabs both you and Eri as he rises from his seat.

“Oh, I’ll try my best,” you say, a bit flustered. He leads everyone to the kitchen, and everyone searches the cupboard, fridge, and cabinets to find some ingredients. You’re looking to find something simple to make. Eri’s looking through the refrigerator as Mirio slips next to you.

“Hey, how’re you doin’?” he asks, patting your back softly.

“I’m okay,” you say.

“You still seem a bit nervous,” Mirio observes.

“Do I? Was it that obvious?” you ask. He laughs a bit.

“Don’t worry, you can help Eri with some cooking. I know you like to cook, so I thought it’d be a great way for you both to become friends,” he says. You look at his pocket and then back at him.

“Was this on your list?” you ask.

“Yup, it’s number 12,” he chirps. He goes back to his sympathetic self immediately after, though. “And don’t worry, it’s going to be okay. You’re super friendly and loving, and Eri will see that.” You look away from him, all nervous.

“I found some milk for us,” Eri says, turning to you both. Mirio returns to his super bubbly self.

“Awesome, Eri! We just need to find something to go with it!” he cheers. You’re still at the cabinets feeling hot.

Eventually, you all agree to make chocolate chip cookies since there’s a mix in the cupboard. Mirio hangs back this time and lets you take the lead as you help Eri with the ingredients. You help her with cracking the eggs and mixing the batter. Finally, you put the cookies on a tray in the oven.

“Okay, now after that, we just put it in the oven for a bit,” you open the oven up.

“Okay,” Eri replies, watching you put them in.

“We should set up for the party until then,” Mirio suggests. Eri bobs over to Mirio and agrees. “Come on, we should make a blanket fort with lights.”

“Yeah!” Eri gives him a bright smile.

“Let’s go find some blankets we can use,” he suggests. Eri beams again.

“I have one in my room. I’ll be right back!” Eri rushes away to a room that you assume is hers. Mirio goes over to you again.

“Hey, you’re doing amazing,” Mirio says.

“Thanks, Mirio,” you reply. “I hope the cookies will come out good.”

“Of course they will! You guys made them, so they’ll be amazing,” he praises and takes your hands into his.

“Mirio…” you mumble. You both begin to lean toward one another, about to kiss. It’s going to be your first kiss with him. It’s going to be—

“I have my blankie!!” Eri shouts from the hallway as she approaches the kitchen. You and Mirio separate quickly. Mirio’s nerves disappear relatively fast.

“That’s great!! We just need to find some lights,” Mirio says. You’re still in shock from the almost kiss.

“I think there are some lights from Christmas,” Eri suggests.

“Amazing! We’ll just borrow those,” Mirio chirps. “I’ll grab the lights, and you and Y/N can set up the blanket fort, okay?” You and Eri both nod as Mirio leaves to find the Christmas lights.

“So…I think we should use the chairs in here for the fort, you know, to hold up the blanket. We can still have the party in the living room,” you ramble, and Eri doesn’t say anything. You don’t say much more, and the two of you grab chairs and hurry to the living room to set up. As you’re draping the blanket over the chairs, your thoughts go a mile a minute. What should I talk to her about? I don’t want her to be nervous. I also don’t want to upset her. Maybe I should—

“Are you and Mr. Mirio boyfriend and girlfriend?” Eri asks you. Silence.

“Uh, well, I mean, we’re…it’s…we haven’t…I’m not…we’re not,” you stop. “I’m not sure how to explain it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Eri mumbles. You put your hands up and jazz them.

“No, no, you don’t need to apologize,” you splurge. You both continue setting everything up in silence. Oh great, I’m totally blowing this, you think. After a while of silent work, Mirio finally returns with the lights all draped and tangled on him.

“Luckily, I found the lights you were talking about, Eri, but I’m a bit stuck in them,” Mirio laughs. Eri giggles at his predicament. “I think I’ll need some help.” He shakes his arms a bit, and the lights rattling are heard. You and Eri both head over to him and help him get untangled. He’s laughing and joking all the way through. That is one of the things you love about Mirio; he’s always able to be jovial in any situation. It doesn’t take long for you both to get him untangled, and he’s quick to run over to the blanket fort to set up the lights. His reasoning: “to ensure he doesn’t get tangled again.” You get the cookies out of the oven, put them on plates, and return to Mirio and Eri, sitting in the fort. The three of you get the small toys you played with earlier and sit together with their birthday presents for Miss Kitty. You and Mirio grab the cookies and milk for the festivities, and the party begins. The party starts with a surprise for Miss Kitty, which she is pleased about. Hammy and Peacock give Miss Kitty imaginary gifts of money and new clothes. The three of you enjoy the party and cookies. It’s very much a success.

After the party, Eri suggests you watch a movie while cleaning up. She picks a Disney movie while you and Mirio do the dishes.

“Your cookies were amazing!” he cheers, looking at you. “Not that it’s surprising since you’re amazing at baking.”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” you reply. “I wanted to make sure they were perfect for Eri.”

“I really want to thank you for helping me out today. I was a bit nervous about coming,” Mirio confesses. You look over at him now, surprised.

“Nervous? You?” you ask.

“Well, sure. Eri’s been through a lot, and I sometimes think my presence reminds her of what she went through during the rescue mission,” Mirio doesn’t look at you and instead washes a plate. So you put your plate and sponge down while looking at him.

“Mirio. I…I’m sure she doesn’t feel that way. You saved her. You were her beacon of hope. You…you were the sunshine in her dark life. You introduced her to a new, happier life. I’m sure she knows that, and you should too,” you ramble, but you really mean it. He stops, too, and gives you a small smile.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Mirio says.

“Well, it’s true,” you shrug. “Anyway, we should probably hurry with the dishes.”

“Sure thing, I love the movie Peter Pan, and I’m glad Eri picked it,” he says, and you both resume your washing.

“Yeah, it’s an excellent movie,” you reply.

“Hey, Y/N,” Mirio whispers. You look at him, and he kisses you. You’re caught off guard but immediately drop all shock and melt into the kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he places his hands on his waist. You both break away after a few seconds and touch your foreheads together. The first kiss was perfect. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you reply. Then, you both separate but still hold hands to keep a closeness.

“Let’s go watch some Peter Pan,” he leads you back to Eri, and the two of you sit with her, watching the movie.

I hope you like it!! ❤️❤️

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emotionalcello-makefanfics · 3 years

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Disclaimer tho, all my knowledge of the fandom is strictly from fanfic and google. I don't read the comic or watch the anime. I only have some vague knowledge of what's canon or not and making this fanfic has been somewhat of a fever dream.

Tags: Fluff and angst. Attempt at humor. Crying. Probably ooc. No smut, just holding hands and some hugging and some kissing. Shouto smokes, and probably incorrect depictions of smoking. Implied child abuse (you know who). Lowkey Fuyumi bashing.

Warning: In character cussing from explodo boy.

Summary:

They found each other in coinciding vulnerability. Shouto was smoking, Katsuki was crying. Miraculously, no one died. It seems that vulnerability is exactly what they need to get through their respective problems, because vulnerability makes them do the one thing the two boys are allergic to do, opening up.

Or, Shouto and Katsuki cope with each other. It miraculously didn't end in explosions, just a lot of physical affections and crying.

Words: 10.9 k

You don’t have to take life so seriously Shouto! It can be whatever you want to be, it’s yours!

Shouto knocks his head back and parts his lips. White ribbons bleed to the orange sky. The clouds are pretty pink instead of white. The smoke doesn’t blend in with the white clouds anymore like a few hours ago. He taps the amber ash on the portable coffin-shaped ashtray. More than a dozen filter buds crammed there.

He should go back to his room. Any darker then it would be noticeable when goes back to his room. But there’s always that small whisper at the back of his head: Maybe after one more. This spot has been his salvation from overstimulation. It’s the highest building in UA, the rooftop of the dorm. He’s been here for two years and has always been alone.

The door slammed open.

High on nicotine, Shouto passes through shock to immediate acceptance that he’s busted.

Only, he’s not busted. The next sound that came is sobbing. The first thing he sees is awry blond hair and a tear-streaked red face. Soon came the already red blood-shot eyes, staring at him with a sadness that not even in Shouto’s wildest imagination can imagine on Bakugou’s face. It takes a few seconds too long for the default glare and anger to return.

“The fuck are you doing here!” He yells, his voice croaks in a not angry way. Wet and breaking at the pitch.

Shouto, still a bit floaty and relaxed from the nicotine in his system, nor is he yet to register the shock from seeing Bakugou’s tears, just points down towards his fingers.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” his voice is scratchy, a tad bit deeper. He never smoked so many that that happened. Then again, today is a special day.

Seemingly just as shocked, Bakugou seems to still. Shouto expects crackling hands, bared teeth, or maybe a ‘TELL ANYONE AND DIE’, but never that he strides his way and sits on the floor beside Shouto.

“Still have one of those?” Bakugou leans back.

Wordlessly, Shouto digs the last pack from his pocket. There are six left. Bakugou takes one, and Shouto lit a fire on the tip of his thumb towards Bakugou.

“How do you do this?” Bakugou says, eyeing the fire.

“You’ve never done this before?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I have Icyhot! Now fucking tell me already.”

“You put it between your lips, and inhales a bit as you put this corner on the fire.” Shouto crowds him cupping the end of the smoke with his palm and keep the fire controllably small. It feels like Deja Vu, but this time, Shouto is showing someone how to smoke instead.

Bakugou tries, and before Shouto can say to take it slow, Bakugou already choked and doubled over coughing. Shouto pats his back.

“What the fuck was that!” Bakugou roars and grimaces when he sees the stacks of cigarette buds on his ashtray. “How the fuck do you smoke that many!”

Shouto shrugged, “I’m used to it.” He puts out his bud on top of the pile and picks up the mostly one-piece cigarette that Bakugou chucked to the floor and lights it up. He feels eyes on him as he put the filter on his lips and lit it up in one smooth move.

With the cigarette properly lit, he offered, “Wanna try again?”

“No! That shit’s nasty.” Bakugou snarled at the hand holding the smoking cig.

“Suit yourself,” Shouto takes a deep drag and sighs. Surprisingly, Bakugou doesn’t up and leave, and more so that Shouto doesn’t mind the silence.

Alas, it only lasted exactly 33 seconds.

“How the fuck did you get in here!” Bakugou grumbles, “The door was locked.”

“I made ice stairs from my balcony.”

“Like how Elsa did?”

“Exactly like Elsa did, she was my inspiration.”

Bakugou snorts. No sadness left, just a condescending smile, which is better than the ghostly tears in his eyes.

“How did you get in through the locked door?”

“How else would you think?” Bakugou lifts his hand, cradling a small cluster of explosions.

Shouto face palmed, dragging it down.

“What?” Bakugou barks.

“Well when they figured out the door broke then they gonna figure out that someone’s been here, don’t they?”

“That nicotine is already killing your fucking brain cells.”

“That’s not how it’s-”

“Let’s get the fuck outta here before anyone finds us you loon.”

“But I-”

“You’ve burned through enough death sticks, let’s go!” Bakugou grabs his hand and pulls him up.

“Fine fine, let me tidy up.” Shouto could barely close his ashtray with all the buds in it, and he dusted the ashes that drops to the floor.

Shouto already makes the stairs down to his room before looking back at Bakugou, “Want me to drop you to your balcony?”

“I don’t know,” Bakugou narrows his eyes dangerously, “Will it suddenly melts away as I walk on it?”

Shouto huffs, “You have no faith in your favorite sparring partner?”

“The only thing I learned these past couple of years with you being shoved at my face as my sparring partner is that you’re a little shithead.”

Shouto makes the stairs towards Bakugou’s room first, reveling in how badly Bakugou tried to cover his amazement at the stairs.

“Just like Elsa’s, right?”

“You want me to give you Elsa’s number 1 simp trophy?”

Shouto melts Bakugou’s step and lets him fall blond head first into his balcony.

“YOU’LL FUCKING PAY FOR THAT, COCA-COLA SHITHEAD!”

Bakugou roars, and Shouto giggles as he jumps upstairs to his room with explosions fading behind him.

Not until he’s laying in bed that night that he thinks about Bakugou’s tears again. Rest assured, his imagination spiraled to ‘what could it be’ until 4 am.

++++

I don’t understand why your dad wants you to be number one when he should’ve want you to just be happy. Nothing in life really matters unless you’re happy.

Shouto loves everything about living in the dorm, but it has one and only one weakness. He can’t smoke as freely.

His dad knows and just rant about how it’ll affect his performance.

Now, Aizawa knows, and he’s at the principal’s office.

Shouto instantly knows how. Bakugou broke the rooftop door. Iida must’ve found it, reported it to Aizawa-sensei. Maybe his homeroom teacher has magnifying vision too because Shouto could’ve sworn he left no trace.

Yet Shouto can’t find it in him to blame anyone. He knows as an aspiring hero he shouldn’t smoke, those reasons never matter at those desperate times he needed to smoke.

“Tea?” Nezu raises his pot of pink teapot, Shouto narrows his eyes at the paw (how did that paw hold the teacup?)

“Yes, thank you.” The cup is equally pink, with two cheerful yellow flowers on each side. This looks like a tea set Eri had.

Shouto sips the possibly herbal tea, trying to ignore the glare Aizawa-sensei is sending his way from beside Nezu.

“Todoroki, how long have you been smoking?” His sensei’s voice gravels, like he just woke up from bed, his bed hair supports the theory.

Apparently a little mental, Shouto said, “Overall or in school?”

“Both.”

“Started when I was in first-grade junior high school.” As soon as he has any time away from home. “In UA, as soon as I stayed at the dorm.”

“Now, Todoroki,” Nezu put his paws together, “You know someone as young as you shouldn’t smoke. You’re underage, and an aspiring hero on top of that...”

Nezu then continues his PSA on smoking. Nothing Shouto hasn’t heard. Every word goes in the left ear and came out the right. He also isn’t surprised that Aizawa will be taking his stash of cigarettes. It doesn’t suck as much because Shouto doesn’t have a lot left anyway, nor is he been regularly smoking. He smokes when he’s stressed and nothing else could calm him down. He never reached out to the cigs first. The coffin-shaped portable ashtray reminded him that.

As soon as he’s back at the dorm, he’s greeted with a cheerful environment. Half his classmates are hanging in the living room. There’s a group playing Mario Party, a group that’s putting on nail art, and a group that seems to cook something ambitious. Shouto usually joins the group, but not today.

“Todoroki!” Iida comes from the hall, “Aizawa-Sensei came earlier and ran through your room! He seems to confiscate a pack of cigarettes. I’ve tried to tell him that it’s all a misunderstanding-”

“No, it’s mine.”

“Todoroki! At our young age as aspiring heroes we sho-”

“Nope, sorry not today Iida. Good night.”

Todoroki feels a few eyes on his back, but he walks on. With him naturally keeping things to himself, his friends tend to worry but they trust him to reach out to them in his own time. When it gets too long they usually check up on him. Shouto wished they never will.

+++++

You have the power to be whatever you want, but why are you following the wishes of someone you hate? I know he’s your dad, but your life is yours, Shouto.

Shouto’s wish didn’t come true when Bakugou bugs him on the rooftop again two days after he was raided.

It’s Deja Vu, but fewer tears from Bakugou and Shouto isn't a pack and a half deep in cigarettes.

“I fucking know you’d be at my spot again!” Bakugou spat scathingly.

“Excuse you,” Shouto scowls, “I’ve been smoking at this spot since the dorm opens. This is my spot.”

“Well, I’ve been- I’ve been-” Shouto should’ve known that Bakugou would turn red and explodes instead of admitting he’d been caught emoting, “What the fuck are you doing here anyway! You’re doing nothing!”

“No thanks to someone.”

Bakugou narrows his eyes, confused at the implication, but his exploding friend is smart, so he figured it out, and isn’t happy with what he figures out. “The fuck, get your accusing eyes away from me discount Sans, I don’t tattle.”

“No, but you exploded the door which leads to Iida reporting it, which leads to Aizawa inspecting the premises, and him figuring it out that smoked here.”

“That’s just your fucking fault for not covering your trace clean!”

Shouto inhaled indignantly, but then too tired to justify himself. There’s no ending of arguing with Bakugou, and Shouto had learned to choose his battles.

“How about you? How did you get in here?”

“Stole a key from Iida.”

“Are you here to cry again?”

Bakugou’s palms explode, his face an embarrassed flush and teeth bared in anger, “WHOS FUCKING CRYING!!?”

“I have eyes.”

“You’ve been sucking on those death sticks way too much.”

“I wasn’t smoking that type of substance.”

“Whatever, I’m not dealing with this,” Bakugou turns to step away.

“I don’t get it, it’s not a big deal!” Shouto raises his voice a bit, for some reason his heart rate picks up when Bakugou starts leaving. “So what if you sweat through your eyes? Midoriya does it almost every day, sometimes twice a day...”

“Don’t fucking compare me to fucking Deku you fucking fried ice cream!”

“...And Midoriya beat you at this year’s Sports Festival,” Shouto dismissed.

Bakugou grits his teeth, but his eyes watch over Shouto. “Stop stalling and tell me what you want from me,” Bakugou growls.

Shouto’s eyes widen at the sudden honesty, he nibbles on his bottom lips, “Stay here?”

For a second, Bakugou glares at him, but after two years of being his classmate, Shouto can confidently say that they’re friends. He knows Bakugou isn’t angry at him. As to prove his point, Bakugou sits beside him, a bit closer than Shouto expects him to, though still with that permanent scowl. Shouto moves his palms from his pocket, letting go of the aluminum ashtray. Shouto tests the waters and moves closer so their shoulder bumps. No explosions, no snarl, success.

Instantly, Shouto relaxes. Focusing on the pressure of their shoulders, the light shifts Bakugou does (because he can never fully stay still), and the clouds moving. No thought, just being alive.

Alas, no quiet ever lasted long with Bakugou, he expected it though.

“No wonder Aizawa figured it out, this place still stinks of tobacco.”

“It does?” Shouto takes a deep sniff, all he smells is Bakugou’s sweat that always smells sweet because of his quirk. “I didn’t smell anything.”

“Yeah no shit scar head, your nose is probably numb at this point.”

“I don’t smoke that much.”

“Said someone who smoked more than a dozen in one sitting,” Bakugou’s nags turns to worry, “Damn, was it really in one sitting?”

“Is that worry I detected?” Shouto deflects.

Bakugou grits his teeth, “I’m not worried! Go die off lung cancer I don’t fucking care!”

“Good, then, because yes it was, and there’s nothing wrong with it.”

“Fucking hell it’s not! What the actual fuck are your lungs made of? I barely suck it past my throat and I almost coughed out my insides.”

“I missed your dramatics,” Shouto says genuinely, and he waits for an explosion to come. Bakugou doesn’t do well with praises thinly veiled with snark.

It never came, Bakugou watches him closely instead, “Yeah? And who’s fault is that?”

Shouto dared to glare back, but it didn’t last long, he knows the answer. Shouto had come out of his shell nicely, as Momo had put it. He’s still awkward, can’t really quite grasp ‘pop culture’ and how to correctly implied it, but he regularly hangs out with his friends. As of late, he’s noticeably withdrawn. Going straight to his room after class, and opting out of game nights, nail nights, and even soba nights.

They had been giving him space, which he finds endearing. Of course, Bakugou isn’t one to give anything liberally.

“Mine...” Shouto admits, and Bakugou looks surprised.

The fun part of befriending Bakugou is that Shouto could be a bit of a bitch and Bakugou would be a bitch back, and it wouldn’t matter. No one’s feelings were hurt, and Shouto can let go of steam without guilt. Shouto could’ve been in denial, said that Bakugou should step off his dick and no feelings would be hurt.

But he had enough of space, though admittedly, he should’ve confessed that with someone that wants to be in his space.

“Finally, you’re done moping around, everyone’s been on my ass worrying about you.”

“Why would they be on your ass?”

“Hell would I know.”

“Was that the reason you cried?” Shouto is just teasing, but the grim in Bakugou’s face isn’t a familiar one.

“I told you that didn’t happen!” he growls lowly.

Shouto considers, clueless yet curious. “I’ll tell you about me if you told me about you.”

“Just because you’re vomiting your crisis that I didn’t ask for, doesn’t mean I’m obligated to do the same!”

“Okay, that’s fine too.”

“No, shut-”

“My mom and dad are getting back together.”

Bakugou’s expression mellows to confusion, “That sounds convoluted as hell. Didn’t they just got a divorce or something?”

“They never got a divorce. She’s just sent to a mental hospital and never came home, doesn’t mean the marriage is legally broken.”

The fact seems to sink slow with his explosive friend, “What the fuck.”

Shouto sighs, looking down his jittery hands, his mouth dries. “Last year when I visited my mom, we were talking about the future. She said she’d filed for a divorce, and I’d live with her.” Shouto feels oddly numb, but there’s this dull ache deep in his chest that’s constant. “I should’ve known. She said that before he ‘tried to change’... she said that when everything was still bad, she thought it still happened.”

“What still happened?” Bakugou sounds angry, but he always does.

“I got hurt a lot when I was a kid, because of training. She thought he still hurts me.”

He felt the shoulder beside him tensed. Beside Shouto’s jittery hands is Bakugou’s clenched shaking fist. Shouto looks up from their laps and finds that Bakugou’s face... an eerie stoic.

“Hmmm,” Bakugou hums, and a chill runs down his spine. “When did you start training by the way?” not even a curse in that sentence.

Shouto realizes then, this is Bakugou truly angry, even though Shouto can’t figure out why on earth would he be.

“The day after my quirk manifested.”

His childhood is unforgettable. The day his training starts with fear and pain, then ends with exhaustion and anger. The day Touya never came back, the day his mom left, the longing stare towards the backyard wanting to play with his brother and sister. He remembers it all, like a tattoo in his memory.

“We been knew that Endeavor was an ass but I didn’t know he’s a fucking child abuser.”

The words snap him away from his musing. This time, Bakugou looks angry angry. Teeth-gritting, scowling, boiling anger.

Oh, that’s why he’s angry.

“It was training.”

“Not at five fucking years old you e-boy himbo!” Bakugou barks.

“That’s new, what’s a himbo?”

“Not the fucking point!” Bakugou takes his shoulder away, and suddenly Shouto feels cold. Then he’s held by his shoulders, pinned by sharp maroon eyes, and the lack of warmth turns cold when a growl says, “You’re telling me that your dad’s been abusing you, and no one stopped him? And he’s fucking getting away with it??”

There are so many things wrong with that question and implied statement. One is that it was not abuse. Two is that no one could’ve stopped the then number two hero. Three is that Shouto didn’t tell him any of that but Bakugou assumed anyway.

Shouto doesn’t get to say all of it as Bakugou lets go of him and takes deep breaths. Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose, seemingly displeased at what he’s thinking.

“Why did you think your mom wants to get back together with your dad?”

Shouto feels relieved now they’re back on topic, “I don’t know. It feels like one moment she’s afraid of him, and now she wants to be with him again. I guess... he did ‘try to be better’. Everyone else seems to forgive him, but I can’t.”

Then Bakugou does something that he didn’t expect, he defends them, “I mean... He’s not that much of a dick now, right? He’s a dick but he was pretty alright when we have a work-study at his agency. And your mom’s better, so maybe they could make it work?”

Shouto knows it’s technically true, but displeasure clawed him still, his blood boiling.

“I don’t care whether it works! I hated that she forgives him so easily!” Shouto shouts.

“Well, that’s selfish of you, isn’t it! It’s her decision, not yours!” Bakugou barks back.

“What the fuck do you know about it?” Shouto spats, he stands up, “They’re going to destroy each other, and what then? Do they want me to just look at their trainwreck while they insist everything is okay? No! I’m not going through that again!”

“You’re just not trusting your mom! Things changed!” Bakugou stands up too, he looks exceptionally angrier than ever.

“No, I don’t. Especially after she said she wanted to get a divorce with him then changing her mind only a year later. Of course, I don’t trust her!”

“But isn’t it better to have both your parents together?”

“No, it doesn’t especially when she’s not happy!”

Bakugou doesn’t bark back, and Shouto only realized how Bakugou’s question was laced with a cracked voice. Shouto looks, only partially surprised that the eyes that look back thinly veiled with tears. The heat in his bloodstream wanes out, more worried/horrified that Bakugou is now openly crying.

This is the worst. Both of them are socially awkward lone wolves that have no idea how and what to do with emotions. So, Shouto does his #best.

“You can tell me.”

Bakugouu glares. Okay, so maybe Shouto’s #best isn’t what he needs.

“Only if you want, if you don’t then it’s okay too.”

“Shut the fuck up, thermostat.”

What else do you do when someone cried? Shouto racks his memories of times when he was crying a lot when he was little, trying to find examples he could follow. He remembers his mom.

“Come here.”

“The fuck are you trying to-”

Shouto cuts him off with a hug. It’s as awkward as it comes. Shouto has his arms around the broad shoulders, his chin hooked on the right side. Shouto doesn’t know how tight he should hug, but it’s enough to press their chest together. Then one of his arms, the left one, rubs Bakugou’s back, emitting a slight warmth. In two languid swipes, Bakugou’s tenseness bleeds slowly.

“I don’t know what’s wrong,” Shouto says, mimicking what his mom had said once upon a time when he’s upset. “But it’ll be okay. Maybe it’ll take a long time, or it’ll be really hard, but you...” have me, you don’t have to deal with everything alone, was what his mom finished with. He doesn’t know if Bakugou would see him as reliable, but Fuyumi had said that intentions are the most important. “You have your friends, and you have me. I don’t know what will help, but I’ll do it if you asked.”

Shouto surprised himself that he means it. When he encounters an emotionally fragile situation, he usually gets Midoriya, or Urakara, or Momo to handle the situation. With Bakugou however...seeing that his usually prickly friend tipping at the edge like this, Shouto felt like he wants to help. Perhaps it was the camaraderie of the S.S. Emotional Constipation that makes him reach out his personal hand towards Bakugou.

Shouto found another surprise when Bakugou hugs him back, his spiky blond head tucked at the crook of his neck. Shouto also didn’t expect the reflex tears pooling in his eyes at the feeling of tightening arms around his torso. He’s being held, tight and needy. When was the last time he’s held like this? Tears pours without his will when he realized the last time someone hugged him was Touya as Dabi when he was about to burn himself along with Shouto.

They stay there on the rooftop just holding each other as if they’ll fall apart if they don't. When Bakugou lets go, his eyes are even redder than it already is. When those red eyes look up, he noticed the tear streak down Shouto’s face and doesn’t comment about it.

Instead, Bakugou says, “My parents are splitting up.”

Shouto says nothing, only to pull him in his arms again.

They say nothing else as they sit at the same spot on the concrete floor leaning on each other, hand in hand. Shouto instinctually teared up again when he remembered the last time someone holds his hand was his mom as she walked him to a park, all those years ago. Other than that, it was for survival and fighting.

Bakugou leans his head on Shouto’s shoulder first, Shouto says nothing about it. He then leans his face on top of Bakugou’s hair, it feels like a bed of grass, Bakugou says nothing about it too. Shouto realizes that Bakugou can be vulnerable as long as no one points it out. Being untalkative, Shouto can do just that.

The future is scary, especially when their supposed foundation is changing. Bakugou’s foundations are breaking apart, while Shouto had grown accustomed to the torn apart pieces now move together crossing fingers that they fit.

But the future is for tomorrow. The changes are not theirs to make. All they can do now is hold themselves together as everything changes, hoping they don’t break in the process.

Eventually, nightfalls, but none of them moved. Shouto suspects that Bakugou might be sleeping on him.

It’s a suspicion no more when Aizawa found them there, and Bakugou doesn’t stir from being found. Those tired eyes already look exasperated as he finds Shouto’s tear-streaked eyes looking back.

Aizawa sighs, “Is it life-threatening ?”

Shouto knows that the teacher is prone to worries despite his appearance. Their stumble at first year seems to scar him and made him extra vigilant with his students ever since.

“There’s nothing we could do about it,” Shouto says, which is true, but seemingly a wrong thing to say.

“That doesn’t answer my question, trouble child.” Aizawa scowls, which means his worry cranked up to max. “Are the both of you facing a problem that harms you, or threatening your life?”

“It’s nothing like that,” says the bundle of blond in his shoulder. Bakugou sits up and stretches, yawning so big his jaw seems to unhinge a bit. He doesn’t look angry, just tired. “It’s family drama, you know how it is.”

“Is it really just drama?” Aizawa squints at Bakugou, too knowing for someone without a mind-reading quirk.

Bakugou looks at Shouto, searching and prodding. Shouto doesn’t understand what he could be looking for, or what he wants. Bakugou just sighs, “Yeah, just drama.”

Aizawa looks at Shouto too and softens. “If you two need to cuddle you can just do it in your respective room.”

“Nah, too many nosy people.” Bakugou starts to leave.

Shouto follows with a “Good night Sensei.”

Aizawa grunts.

“We can use my Elsa stairs,” Shouto pipes in as he walks alongside him.

Bakugou looks at him and huffs, “Turns out you’re not a himbo after all.”

Since Bakugou won't tell him, Shouto looks up ‘himbo’ himself. This raises a lot of questions about how Bakugou has been seeing him, but Shouto decides that he’d be offended by it.

++++++

You could still be lonely even though you have tons of sibling, or even when they really love you. I guess they just don’t know how to show us they love us.

He really should’ve known. He really should’ve fucking known.

The thought spins in his head as he smoked the last cigarette on his freshly bought pack. No one to catch him this time. It’s the weekend and he’s supposed to be at home, but it’s unbearable to be in the same room with his family. Usually, he could just slurp his soba in feigning ignorance but not now.

He’s sitting by the bench of a lonely park. He’s been sitting here since sun down. He has no idea what time it is. His phone in his pocket is on silent, he hasn’t checked on it since he walked out.

He should’ve stayed at the dorms, fuck the family dinner.

It’s not that Shouto wants things to end up badly. It’s not like he doesn’t want to be home, especially since his mom finally comes home after so many years. Everyone is happy that she’s back, even Natsuo, even his dad. Everyone except her. It looks so hard for her to be there. Shouto can see in her face that some places still hold strong bad memories for her.

His mother is strong because she pulls through. She holds herself through it all even though it seems only barely.

Yet why is he still so angry at her? Maybe not angry, frustrated. Shouto wants to ask her clarity. Why is she doing this? Why did she change her mind? Why come back here? Why not grasp the independence she had been telling Shouto she strived for? Was she coaxed to be here? Was she feeling some kind of responsibility to go back here? To salvage that sham of a marriage she had with Endeavor?

Shouto wants to ask, wants to understand. He crowded her with questions that moment when they said they’d be getting back together, only for his mom to wince, eyes widen, and quickened breath. For the second time in his life, his mom had looked at him with fear. Today, Shouto could barely meet her eyes again.

Is he really such a monster in her eyes just because he’s half his father? Then why go back to his father at all?

Shouto bought half a dozen packs as per tradition. Also because of his self implied tradition, he puts all the ashes in the coffin-shaped ashtray, even though there’s a park ashtray right beside him.

“You carry that everywhere,” Says a groveling voice that Shouto would notice anywhere.

Bakugou is in casuals. Black jeans and a grey hoodie seem like he’s out in a hurry. Just like Shouto.

“You’ve got to stop stalking me,” Shouto inhales deep, watching red amber burns till the filter and sighs.

“Who fucking stalking you Zuko.”

“Zuko doesn’t have-”

“Shut up,” Bakugou plop his ass beside Shouto, sitting waaay too close. He snatched the coffin tin, inspecting it. “Even when you didn’t smoke you carried this.”

“How did you know?”

“It shows your pocket, not big enough for a phone.”

Shouto knows he can’t get away once Bakugou began prying. “My first friend gave it to me.”

“That fucking Deku???”

“No,” Shouto chuckles at the image of Midoriya taking the role of what his first friend did. “It’s someone I met first-year junior high. She gave me this after introducing me to cigarettes.”

“That’s so fucking passive-aggressive I would’ve punched her in her teeth,” Bakugou grumbles, putting the ashtray to Shouto’s lap. “And why the fuck would anyone smoke at thirteen anyway!”

“Exactly because we’re thirteen, Katsuki, just because,” Shouto chuckles again at the memory. Seemingly too carefree from the nicotine, Bakugou had become Katsuki in his tongue. Katsuki bristles at his given name, but says nothing about it. It mysteriously made Shouto very happy.

“Among everything though, she was my first best friend, she teaches me a lot of things that make me who I am. She made me realize that I didn’t have to follow my dad’s wishes. That I can be what I want to be instead of what I was born for. That it’s valid to be lonely even though I technically have a big family. That it’s okay to not strive to be the best and just to be... happy.”

Shouto closes his eyes, remembering her lessons always fell bitter-sweet. But he’ll hold it in his heart forever.

“What you’re born for?” Katsuki says scathingly.

“Yeah, you know about this.” Shouto was told that Katsuki had eavesdropped on his conversation with Midoriya. Shouto was born to fulfill another man’s vendetta. A purpose first, and a son last.

“Seem like a wise person for a thirteen-year-old,” Katsuki sneers.

“She was, I loved her,” Shouto’s confession brings Katsuki’s face to a red grimace.

“Shit, I didn’t ask you to tell me your fucking secrets.”

“It’s not a secret.”

“Oh, really?” Katsuki spat bitterly, “Then why are you hiding your girlfriend from us?”

So many things wrong with that question. Shouto raises his eyebrows in surprise, “She’s not my girlfriend, and I’m not hiding her. She’s dead.”

The grimace fell like a hot potato, it would’ve been fun watching how Katsuki splutters if he didn’t look like he’s legit choking. “Holy fuck, that's... fuck, then why the shit you’re so stoic talking about it,” Katsuki seems appalled.

“It happens a long time ago. She seems accepting of her death that I... well I want to respect her decision.” Shouto knows it’s weird to not feel mournful of the departure of your closest friend. He still misses her, but she had been so positive until the very moment she left. Shouto was sure that she’s happy, so Shouto wants to be happy for her.

Katsuki paled, horrified, seemingly to misunderstand again.

“She had a terminal illness. Very likely no chance of survival. She chose to live her remaining time normally instead of undergoing treatment.”

“There’s... There’s no way her parents let her do that.”

“They’re economically challenged. They tried though, just too late in the end.”

“Fuck...” Katsuki cursed, running through his hair roughly. “Never thought you’d be the type of person to have life-changing moments like that.”

“A lot of people have proven to me that everyone has potential to be unexpected, and that’s just how it is.” Shouto looks pointedly at Katsuki, who glares at him in retaliation. “There’s a reason why we’re both here instead of home.”

“Yeah?” Katsuki mumbles, clearly not wanting to talk.

Shouto doesn’t too, to be honest, and yet keeping it in feels more exhausting, “My mom’s home.”

“No shit?” Katsuki was mildly surprised, “So it’s really happening huh.”

“It’s like walking on eggshells with her. I wanted to ask, but last time I did she flinched at me. I couldn’t look at her today.”

Katsuki sighs. This time, Katsuki is the one that scoots over till their shoulders touched all the way to their thighs. The contact makes Shouto breathes easier, he’s drawn to it like moths to a flame. His body goes limp as if it’s been too tense too long from holding itself together, and he drapes himself on top of Katsuki. Shoulder pressed together, his head heavily falls on Katsuki’s shoulder. Instinctually, his hand looks for another hand. Katsuki snakes around his hand and clasps it with his. It’s uncharacteristic, but Shouto finds himself grateful for it.

It’s warm, it’s damp, it’s grounding. Like lying on even earth after running away for so long.

“I don’t want her to be with him under the obligation that parents are supposed to be together for the kids. She’s been through so much, I would’ve understood, but I didn’t know how to say it without triggering her.” Silence follows, and Shouto realized what he said. “Sorry, uh, I’m not insinuating-”

“Shut up candy cane, I know.” Katsuki leans closer, his head on top of Shouto’s.

It’s warm, just what he needs in the middle of an emotional crisis at the beginning of November. It’s a bit out of character for Katsuki to do this, nor Shouto, neither of them are known for physical contact or talking about their personal lives. Yet here they are.

And Katsuki speaks anyway, “They’re fighting.”

Shouto, contrary to what Katsuki called him, isn’t a himbo. He knows who they are and he knows what a fight could entail.

“Did they hurt each other when they fight?” Shouto asks, then mused even if they did, could Katsuki do anything about it? Shouto couldn’t back then.

“No!” Katsuki says, indignant, “Of course not, they’re just bitching at each other about... about... I don’t know, it’s fucking stupid.”

“Hm, that’s good.”

“Fucking hell it’s good, they’re being idiotic!”

“They’re not hurting each other.”

Katsuki paused, his hands clenched tighter, “Did he hurt your mom when they fight?”

Shouto takes a deep inhale at the surge of memory. The fear that settles is old, he knows. Just leftover trauma that never went away, still, it bubbled to the surface, makes his skin cold.

Not trusting his voice, Shouto nods.

“They were fighting about me,” Katsuki says after a while, his voice a bit shaky, and Shouto knows better than to point it out. He keeps his head on the shaking shoulder and listens. “They didn’t know I was listening, they never did. They never... Turn-Turns out they didn’t even plan on having me.”

Katsuki holds his hand tighter and trembling.

“I’m a fucking accident,” Katsuki spat, venom dripping in every word. “Then they had a shotgun wedding, they didn’t even love each other at all.”

Shouto hears one escape of a sniff and lets himself relax, feigning clueless that Katsuki must’ve been crying. He lets the silence stretches until the hand holding his relaxed and the shaking subsides. Shouto had the same breakdown before. It downs to him that they’re not so different after all, children of a loveless relationship. Though he wonders if that instantly means he’s unloved. It had felt that way, but now... now it feels so much complicated than yes or no.

“Does it matter why we’re born?” Shouto hears a deep inhale of an incoming rant but he cuts it off with, “We’re our own person, with our own lives, and our own dreams. No one can tell us otherwise. Not even the one who makes us.” Shouto pauses and listens, what came to his ears is soft breathing, so he continues. “So what you’re not planned? That doesn’t mean you’re unwanted,” Shouto rubs his thumb over the damp knuckles, “You’re not unloved.”

Because Shouto had been to the Bakugo residence. Bakugou Mitsuki is as explosive as he is, but he can see her adoring stare at her son even when she’s scolding him. Bakugou Masaru is softer, always trying to calm both of them and giving small smiles when Shouto tells him stories about his son at school.

“What the fuck do you know, water dispenser?” Katsuki lowly growls, but it doesn’t have that biting hate, he doesn’t move away from Shouto.

So Shouto only hums and lets the silence stretch. He grabs the ashtray with his other hand, rubbing the plain surface with his thumb, remembering her, thanking her.

“What’s her name?” Katsuki says after minutes of silence, his voice with less snarl.

“Arisu.”

“... I’m sorry you lost her.”

And that’s what happened, isn’t it? Shouto may be able to let her go, but she’s still lost to him. Still hurts, Shouto still mises her. “Thank you.”

They didn’t let go of each other until Shouto’s phone rings. It’s Natsuo. His brother is just as unhappy about their parents' reunion, though for him it’s more about hating their dad and less about questioning their mother as Shouto did. Natsuo called to offer to spend the rest of the weekend at his place. Shouto immediately agrees, then he remembers Katsuki.

“Is it okay if I bring one of my friends?”

Katsuki instantly glowers at him.

“Who?”

“Katsuki.”

“Who??”

“Bakugou.”

“Oh, yeah sure. Buy some dinner on the way, I didn’t get to eat much.”

“Okay, me too.”

As soon as they hang up, Katsuki bares his teeth.

“Who says I’ll go with you, Pokeball?” His voice raised a bit, his arms crossing defensively.

“I’m not, I said if. You don’t have to, but if you want, you can.”

“No one fucking asked you for shelter,” Katsuki scoffs, facing away.

“I know...” Shouto knows Katsuki would rather leave than accept help. The only way he accepts it is that if no one acknowledges it. He knows Katsuki can take care of himself, but Shouto is the one that doesn’t want him to leave just yet. Shouto knows he’ll go back to Natsuo’s place only to hear him bitch about Endeavor when the real problem is with their mom and her odd decision.

“Can’t you just stay for dinner?” The desperation in his voice is real, Katsuki seems to notice it and is bewildered by it. “Please?”

Katsuki’s eyes widen at the magic word because no, Shouto doesn’t say it often, much less towards Katsuki, he had enough ego already.

Nose flared and fist clenched, Katsuki finally barks, “Fine! But we’re cooking instead of ordering take-out, I fucking know what you’re gonna get you soba simp. Your brother better has a kitchen.”

“He does,” Shouto replies, the upbeat tone in his voice is rare. Can you blame him? He’s excited that he’s not coming home, and Katsuki goes with him with his admittedly superior cooking.

At Natsuo’s apartment, Shouto helped Katsuki cook, nothing more than chopping stuff. Natsuo gave him a brief summary of what happened at home after Shouto left, but thankfully, he’s not saying too much because Katsuki is there. Once Natsuo finished talking and left to get beers, Shouto gives Katsuki an arm squeeze of thanks. Katsuki only grunts.

Dinner is ‘simple’ in Katsuki’s opinion. Stir-fried vegetables, miso soup, and hamburg steak. As always, it’s delicious, and Natsuo who’s none the wiser to Katsuki’s God-like cooking skill is blown away.

They’re in the living area on the sofa watching TV when Shouto scoots closer again. Natsuo is in his room studying.

“You can stay here for the rest of the weekend if you want,” Shouto says, bumping shoulders.

Katsuki frowns, eyes on the screen. “I don’t have my change of clothes with me.”

“You can borrow mine, I have some here.”

“Ran away a lot don’t you?” Katsuki sneers.

“You have no idea,” Shouto admits.

The sneer falls, “Why?”

“Just because I finally can.”

“You couldn’t before?”

Shouto shakes his head, finding his head heavy, so he lays his head on Katsuki’s shoulder again. “Before he was number one, he insists on using all my free time on training. If I didn’t, he’d take my phone, or the internet, or my manga, even burned them on some occasion. He even flushed my pet fish, rest in peace Kiya. Then he’s number one, and the dorms are established... so...”

Shout shrugs. He doesn’t reach for Katsuki’s hand this time, just pressed against him, afraid if he pushed then Katsuki would retract. Shouto doesn’t want to stop his newfound comfort just yet.

Then his hand is grasped by a firm clammy hand. Shouto keeps thinking of how Katsuki’s sweaty hands must be because of the nitroglycerin of his quirk. If he’s not thinking about Katsuki’s quirk then he’d think about how it makes his heart skipped a beat that Katsuki initiates the touch again. So yeah, clammy hands that hold him tight.

“Why didn’t you tell anybody?” Katsuki says, weaker than he’s accustomed to. It makes Shouto wary.

“I don’t know what is there to tell.”

A groan stretches, “What do I do with you?”

“Hey...” Shouto mock complains “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Does he still train you like that?”

Shouto feels a bit of whiplash with all these questions. Katsuki has been asking personal questions left and right, and Shouto doesn’t understand why answering it doesn’t feel as hard as usual.

“No, not since he became number 1.”

Katsuki scoffs, “Got what he wanted didn’t he?”

“Sometimes I wonder if that’s the case. When he got it, he didn’t seem happy, just angry. Then he started wanting the family he broke to get that number one spot.”

That renders Katsuki to another bout of silence. He knows Katsuki strives to be number one too, and at first, Shouto had ridiculed him about it. Why does a superficial title mean so much anyway? Katsuki changed over the years though, with Midoriya being the main cause of it.

Heart on his throat, Shouto dare asks, “Hey, Katsuki? Why do you want to be a hero?”

Katsuki tensed, but Shouto holds him tighter, “Why are you getting nosy all of the sudden?”

Shouto knows he’s not getting things easy, “I just wanna know.”

“Yeah, that’s nosy.”

“No, I just want to get to know you.” Shouto bites his lips as soon as the words left, was that too forward?

They’re not looking at each other, but Shouto can feel the glare directed at him. “Why?”

“We’ve been friends for a while...”

“We’re not fucking friends-!”

“...But I feel like I’m taking you for granted. I didn’t even know you’re going through something so big.” Some friend I am, Shouto broods.

It takes a few seconds, but Katsuki defeatedly sighs, and Shouto smiles in victory, “At first, I just want to be the best.”

“Best at what?”

“Everything...” Katsuki muses, his head knocked back, “Then I realized that it was an impossible goal... Did a lot of thinking, did a lot of uh, self-reflecting. Started talking to Ito-san too. I realized that I just want to be needed.”

It makes sense why Katsuki is here then. Shouto wished he could outright say that he needs him so Katsuki would stay longer, but just imagining him doing so already makes him pink in embarrassment.

Ito-san is the school counselor, her doors are open for every UA student. Shouto had half the mind to go to her, but there’s always this weight of silence from being a son of a high-profile hero. Endeavor always drilled him about secrecy and how he shouldn’t say anything about his family to anyone or it’ll ruin everything. It’s the reason why Arisu was his only friend, she was dying, and she did take his secret to her grave. Shouto still feels guilty about that.

“Have you ever talked to Ito-san?” Katsuki asked as if reading his mind.

“Can’t.”

“Why?”

“Everything that comes out of my mouth is tabloid-worthy. Endeavor had drilled me from way young that I can’t run my mouth about our lives. He’s right about that at least, I didn’t want paparazzi swarming us demanding half-assed rumors if I can help it. It had happened before, someone even sneaked into my mom’s hospital to reach her. I guess... that’s also why I never told anyone at all about anything.”

“You told Arisu didn’t you?”

Shouto bites his lip, guilt gnaws at him, “Because I know she won't carry my secrets long enough.” Please don’t hate me. Shouto’s grip on Katsuki tighten.

“But you told Deku, you told me.”

“Well, I trust you,” he says like it’s the most obvious thing. “You sure you don’t want to stay over?”

Katsuki leans away, and the cold strikes immediately. Shouto leans back, pointedly not looking at red irises.

“Fine.”

Shouto quickly looks up, then he finds Katsuki’s face odd. There’s something familiar with it. He’s... smiling, only slightly, but it’s a smile, and his eyes aren’t furrowed or angry or glaring. His eyebrows relaxed and he looks.... soft. Maybe Shouto fell asleep and currently dreaming.

“I’ll need to call my parents first,” Katsuki says after clearing his throat, looking away a bit flushed.

“Sure, I’ll get you settled.”

Shouto is half excited half worried. He told Natsuo that Katsuki will be borrowing the couch, which only replied with a hum while his eyes doesn’t leave the book. His brother is not unfamiliar with runaways. Shouto isn’t the only one seeking shelter at his place.

Shouto passes the balcony where Katsuki is screaming at his phone. Shouto can only hear muffles, but he gives Katsuki some privacy and gets some spare clothes. When Shouto sees that Katsuki is still on the phone even after ten minutes have passed, he takes the liberty of taking a shower first.

When Shouto walks out, he finds Katsuki sitting by the sofa, his hands suspiciously inflamed. He faces the screen but looking particularly nowhere. Shouto had seen those empty looks before.

“Katsuki?”

He jerks slightly as his name is called. Katsuki schooled his expression to a careful stoic, walls up. No matter, Shouto thinks, sometimes you don’t need to tear down walls to help a person, just hold their hand through the gate.

“Go take a shower, bath’s warm.”

Katsuki nods, taking the towel Shouto offered and the spare clothes. Shouto makes tea, for him, his brother, and Katsuki. Shouto delivers the cup of tea to Natsuo’s room, seems like the books are multiplying around his brother.

“Tea,” Shouto says before putting it on a coaster.

“Thanks.” Natsuo finally looks away from the book and takes a sip. “That Bakugou, how is he?” Natsuo asks, knowing that Shouto only brings his friend here in a dire situation.

The only other person he brought was Kaminari, believe it or not. Kaminari had said he didn’t want to come home for the weekend because he was scared of facing his parents after he came out via text. From the replies, it hadn’t been good. Kaminari spent the rest of the stay switching between sobbing and full-on crying. Only God knows why Kaminari asked him instead of any of the Baku-squad, but Kaminari is still his friend too, so Shouto provides.

But today with Katsuki is different though. Shouto had to beg him to stay, whether it’s for the benefit of him or Shouto the line had blurred.

“Hopefully he will be,” Is all Shouto can offer. Natsuo nods before going back to his book.

Shouto lays out his futon in the living room adjacent to the sofa. He’s laying down, scrolling at his phone. Putting his dad on read and ignoring Fuyumi’s and mom’s chatbox. He opted to look at cat videos instead. Soon, Katsuki came out of the bathroom, drank the offered tea, and laid down on the sofa.

They spent probably an hour separately looking at their phones when Shouto finally calls it a night. He turned off the lights, and tuck himself in. Before he said goodnight, Shouto thinks and his desires take.

“Wanna hang out tomorrow?” he asked.

Blood red eyes look at him from the screen, “Where?”

Shouto shrugs, “I don’t know, just around, get my mind off things. There’s a cat cafe I’ve been wanting to see, then we’ll go from there.”

Katsuki stares, seemingly thinking it over, “Have you ever been to a rock climbing gym?”

“A what?”

Katsuki smirks, sharp-teethed and evil, “Oh you’re in for a fucking experience, red velvet oreo.”

Shouto is a bit suspicious, even so, he finds himself looking forward to tomorrow.

+++++

I’m sorry for not telling you sooner, but you shouldn’t think that way. Of course you’ll have more friends. You’re more lovable than you think, Shouto.

Something changed between them after that weekend. Comfort grows between them. Comfort that they don’t want to let go just yet, perhaps not anytime soon.

The bad thing about it is that everyone notices. Everyone.

To their friend's credit though, they came to school together, walking very close to each other. It was fully initiated by Shouto, but Katsuki didn’t snap or push him away, so he assumed everything is okay.

Everything is absolutely not okay because the moment he walks to class everyone has eyes on them. Shouto thought it won’t matter to him, but Katsuki tends to be defensive. When Katsuki is defensive, he pushes people away. Shouto tried not to watch Katsuki for the whole class.

Momo noticed, of course, but she notices more than superficial things.

“Shouto,” Momo whispers, “Everything alright?”

Shouto gives her a smile and nods.

It’s not until they’re getting up for lunch that Shouto is tested in a form of Kirishima.

“Bakubro! How long have you been dating Todobro?”

The world screech halt, and Kirishima tensed at the sudden chill he’s feeling. When Kirishima found the source of burning in his back, he sees Shouto, glaring hard and terrifyingly at him. Face darkens, pupils small, ready to kill.

Kirishima squeaks, “He-hey, uh-”

“Back off Kiri, it’s none of your business,” is all Katsuki says. Not even a scream, just a conversational tone as if he’s bored. No defensiveness, no snarling at Shouto in retaliation. “The fuck are yall extras staring at? Move outta my way, I’m hungry!” Then he left.

No one is barging Shouto with questions instead. It’s out of character of his classmates to not poke their nose in something juicy, but as he drops his butt at his chair, he finds himself alone in class.

Shouto is left in class with a big wave of relief, so much that he couldn’t stand. Why is it that the thought of Katsuki pushing him away scares him this much?

A hand landed on his desk, he looks up to find Momo’s honest stare, “Something is not alright.”

Shouto sighs, “No.”

Unlike Katsuki, Momo never pries, only assuring that she’s there for him. Unlike Momo, Katsuki understands that some things can’t be fixed, wherein if he opens up to Momo and some others, they tried to help by fixing. The number of times his friends told him, again and again, to go to Ito-san when they found out about Dabi being his brother is an exhausting amount. Maybe that’s why Shouto has been more comfortable with laying his problems to Katsuki.

So he eats lunch with Momo in the silence of comfortable company, and there’s just that.

+++++

Thank you for being there for me. You’re the bestest best friend I could ever wish for. And you won’t be lonely for long, you’ll see.

Shouto has peaceful days following that first Monday. His comfort with Katsuki doesn’t change. Though they don't get together on the rooftop anymore (Iida never let go of his key since Katsuki managed to steal it), they still gravitate towards each other whenever they don’t feel particularly great.

Katsuki would approach and say things like, “They want me home this weekend.”

“You wanna stay at the dorms or my place?”

“Can’t. I know they wanted to talk to me about who I wanna stay with.”

“We can make up an excuse if you want.”

“Hm.”

Then they spent the rest of the day together, just sitting at the school’s lawn, looking at particularly nothing. And if they sit too close together and their clasped hands only partially hidden by their legs, no one pointed it out.

Shouto would approach and say things like, “Fuyumi wants to call me, I know she’s just gonna talk about how I’m tearing the family apart.”

Katsuki snaps from his bed towards the window where Shouto is stepping down from his Elsa stairs.

Katsuki’s shock then turns to fury, “Your sister, Fuyumi, THAT Fuyumi said that to you?”

“She wanted the family together. I think she’s frustrated that I keep making my parents' union difficult.”

“You know what, her spicy mapo tofu isn’t that delicious anyway!” Katsuki barks his hands clenched down mini-explosions. It’s one of Katsuki’s outbursts that Shouto doesn’t understand, nor does he understand why her mapo tofu is related in any way, so he doesn’t comment.

“I’m gonna head up to the roof, wanna come?”

“No, you’ll just smoke and you’d give me fucking cancer.”

Shouto feels cold, Katsuki had never said no from hanging out before, “Fine.”

“Who said you can leave? Come here!” Katsuki held his ankle from the balcony, gripping tight.

Shouto blinks, remembering what Aizawa-sensei had said some days ago. “Oh, are we gonna cuddle?”

Katsuki’s face set aflame, “Just fucking come in here Katy Perry, before I yank you by your stupid Poland flag hair.”

Shouto finds himself obeying at the thought of cuddling, but then confused, “Why Katy Perry?”

“Hot and cold.”

“I guess that’ll make sense if I know who Katy Perry is but.”

Katsuki spat a curse, “Alright, time for a session of pop culture.”

“But I already had them with Mina and Sero”

“And they’re doing a shit job about it if you didn’t know the person that shapes a whole ass generation.”

It started with a music video of Hot and Cold by Katy Perry and ends with a retelling biography of Lady Gaga. Who knew Katsuki is so knowledgeable about female pop stars.

“TELL ANYONE AND DIE,” He said after Shouto pointed it out.

Most important of all, they did cuddle. They were sitting on the bedside then suddenly they’re laying down side by side. They’re watching a gameplay video of a Swedish man playing a horror game, another important role in pop culture as Katsuki said. It’s an old video, and Katsuki said that the man owns some part of Antarctica, which Shouto knows it’s some kind of an inside joke.

The nights getting late, and Shouto is reminded of the text on his phone, how it vibrates occasionally. Shouto has been in Katsuki’s room for four hours, but he doesn’t want to go back to his room.

Katsuki notices him lingering, “You wanna stay here for the night?”

Shouto looks up from Katsuki’s phone with big sparkling eyes, “You sure?”

“Tch, I wouldn’t have offered if I don’t.” Katsuki looks away, exposing his neck that seems red to the tip of his ears, “It’ll be a little cramp though with my single bed.”

“I don’t mind it. Just don’t kick me out of bed.”

“No promises.”

Katsuki didn’t. He curled away from Shouto as soon as the blankets tucked. Their backs pressed against each other because of the small space. Shouto finds it hard to fall asleep, could be the new environment or the gnawing anxiety.

He’ll admit that Fuyumi is his favorite sibling. She’s there for him when he was condemned in that lonely manor only to train and study. Fuyumi stays back for him, tend to his wounds, cook for him, keep him company. Natsuo had left and rarely come back, even though he’s there for Shouto in the end.

Then his dad had a bootleg redemption arc and Fuyumi dropped him like hot potato and shoved both of them together despite what Shouto feels about his dad. When his parents are getting back together, Fuyumi stopped consoling Shouto and started to support them blindly. So desperate to have their family together. Doesn’t she know that there’s nothing to salvage? Doesn’t she remember what he did?

“I can hear you from here, air conditioner,” Katsuki grumbles, his back vibrates, “Go to sleep.”

“I’m trying.”

Shouto can’t stop thinking, can’t stop getting angry and getting hurt. It hurts when his sister is pointing the blame at Shouto, it hurts even more when it’s kind of true. It hurts that despite his fear of facing her, he still owes her a call at least. He’ll never be ready for what she’s about to say, never be ready to be hurt by her. Shouto turns around and buries his face at Katsuki’s back, ducking under the cover.

“What is it?’ Katsuki asks, not demanding, but Shouto’s floodgates are opened.

“I don’t understand how they could forgive him. He hurts mom, he hurts Touya to a point that he left and hates us, and he... he hurts me. It’s just training but-but- fine, okay, it hurt and I was scared most of the time that he’s not gonna pull his punches. Fuyumi forgives him so easily, and mom just went back in there even though they were never in love in the first place. It’s like they’ve forgotten what he had done, how deeply he scars all of us. Like what- like what happened didn’t matter.” Shouto’s voice breaks the whole time, a sob escaped in between the jumbled words and he’s trying so hard, so hard not to cry.

Katsuki turns around, his arms wrapped around Shouto’s hunched shoulders. A burnt sweet scent hits his nostrils, his face pressed against a defined neck and collarbones. All tenseness bleeds away when Katsuki starts rubbing his back, and tears break from his eyes without his will. Shouto wraps his arms around his friend’s torso, feeling his chest constrict when Katsuki mercifully says nothing about the silent tears landing on his chest.

He shuts his lips, pressing tightly because he’s not sobbing to Katsuki’s chest. They’re comfortable with each other but not that comfortable... right? Shouto’s tolerance to breakdown cries is thanks to exposure to crying most of his childhood, the same can’t be said for Katsuki. The hug is enough, it’s everything. Shouto never realized how much he craved being touched until that day Katsuki sits way too close to him.

His lips pressed tight keeping from sobbing, but his hands tremble on Katsuki’s back instead.

“Damn, you’re touch starved aren’t you,” Katsuki sighs to his hair, his face buried there.

“I didn’t know,” Shouto’s voice shaking pathetically, breaking at the edge and Shouto is too torn to care about it.

“Me too.”

Shouto doesn’t know which one Katsuki meant, but neither let go until they sleep.

++++++

I love you too, Shouto. Don’t be scared of letting people in, okay? Not all of them are gonna leave you, I promise.

Things get rough, but their comfort pushes each other through.

Katsuki chooses to stay with his dad, but he’s co-parenting with his mom. Katsuki spends his weekends at both their house, switching every weekend. There’s still tenseness between his parents, and Katsuki explodes whenever his dad or mom asks Katsuki about the other. ‘Stop fucking asking me! If you wanna know so much then you shouldn’t have gotten the divorce!’ Katsuki doesn’t want to hear their reasoning, feeling better to just accept the change and move on, but Shouto thinks he’s just not ready to hear it. Sometimes Katsuki stays at the dorms with Shouto or the Todoroki estate when he gets overwhelmed.

Shouto finally talks to his mom. At first, it didn’t go anywhere. She’s as unsure as Shouto, but her willingness to try and salvage the marriage is as honest as it comes, even though her feelings might not be there yet. It feels like hearing Fuyumi talk, hearing the same desperation and blindness in putting things together. It’s hard to understand her foolishness, but Shouto tried to trust her. Shouto’s opinion might have been persuaded a little when his father announced that they’ll be moving houses due to mom’s tense reaction to the place. It’s a plus that his dad is willing to do that for his wife, but Shouto is still keeping an eye on them.

Then things get better, but their comfort doesn’t stop. Shouto is comfortable in following his desires without questioning them, but he quizically finds that Katsuki seeks him too even though he no longer approach Shouto with that near tears scowl, and situation bomb.

“How’s your mom?” Katsuki asked out of the blue under the summer blue sky. They’re sitting by the school lawn, their backs to a tree trunk, their friends strangely been leaving them alone.

“She’s fine.”

“Then why did you want to meet here?” Katsuki murmurs, looking down at the comic book Shouto lends him but not reading it. The tips of his ears are red.

Oh, Katsuki is testing the waters, “I just want to be with you.”

Katsuki flushes, “Ew, where the fuck did you even get that cheesy line.”

Shouto pays the snark no mind. “We haven't had any excuses for being together lately, do we?”

Katsuki hums.

“Do you not like it?”

“It’s fine,” Katsuki grumbles.

“Say... If I ask you to go to a cat cafe this Saturday, will you go?”

“Satan in hell, cat cafe again? I still have fucking fur on my black jacket from the previous visit! I felt like we’ve been to all the cat cafes in the country!”

Shouto pouts, “That’s not possible.”

“Let’s go hiking instead.”

“Okay.”

Katsuki twist his head towards him, “You would?”

“Just us two right?”

“Obviously, there’s no way I’m taking those extras. Those nature documentaries made them wimps.”

Shouto only listened to the first word he uttered, “I’ll go with you.”

Then Katsuki looks him that way again. Soft eyes, relaxed eyebrows, fond stares, and the most devastating of all, a small genuine smile.

“Cool. Come to my place, we have to wake up early. I miss seeing the sunset there, it’s awesome.” There’s light in his maroon eyes, excited to go, and he’s taking Shouto with him to his hobby, his precious place.

Shouto feels warmth radiating from his chest all the way down to his toes, a smile blooms on his face. He’s been feeling this mysterious warmth pretty often lately, only now has he realized that Shouto is happy and that he hasn’t been lonely despite his current family strain.

Katsuki’s rambling about his favorite hiking spot is cut short when Shouto leans in to kiss the corner of his lips. The smile is exchanged with shocked parted lips. Shouto feels himself shrink by the silence of Katsuki’s loud mouth and the pinning stare of his sharp eyes. Blood rushed to Shouto’s cheeks, knowing that he’s blushing up a storm, suddenly nervous.

“Is that okay?” Shout asks, too cowardly to say that he wants more, closer, to continue being together for no reason at all other than just because.

“No.”

He’s grabbed by the face, and a pair of lips pressed against his. Shouto expected to be bitten, his head clawed, and his lips bruised. But the weeks he spent with Katsuki should’ve made him know better. Because the gentle hands cradling his face, the complete capture of his lips, and the soft nips are all unsurprising. Shouto melts away, leaning his whole weight so they’re chest to chest. He grabs Katsuki by the hips, pulling closer, kissing back.

Katsuki hums, and the vibration echoes on Shouto’s body deliciously. Katsuki’s lips taste sweet and hot as it moves to nibble Shouto’s bottom lip. The hands cupping his face moves past his neck. One is clutching his back and the other plays with the hair at the back of his head. Fingers card gently around his nape and Shouto has a whole body shiver.

Then the lips go missing, and Shouto goes limp in Katsuki’s arms, gasping for breath on his chest.

“And that’s how you kiss, Strawberry Shortcake,” Katsuki says smugly, patting Shouto’s back condescendingly.

Shouto scoffs and leans back. Katsuki still has that fond eyes as he looks at him, but now paired with a cheeky smirk. Shouto wants to kiss that too, and Shouto does.

From then on, it’s expected that he sometimes steps down his icy stairs just to cuddle with Katsuki, and it’s perfectly acceptable that Katsuki barges into his room and starts pulling his hand towards wherever he wants.

They’d still bicker sometimes, and sometimes Shouto unintentionally steps on some lines that set Katsuki to explode. Sometimes Katsuki is frustrated with him. Those days they fight makes him nervous.

But they always say their apologies eventually. Katsuki always comes back and tries again with him. Even when the fights are between them, they eventually get over it and get better while they’re still leaning onto each other for comfort.

Eventually, Shouto keeps the coffin ashtray in his keepsake instead of his pocket.

He’d like to think that he can finally let her go now that she’s proven right.

Shouto finds someone that loves him, someone that makes him happy, and someone that doesn’t leave.

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nicknames that didn't make it: Colgate toothpaste, hot pocket, tide pod, dry ice. nicknames that I magically forgot: Half and half.

Tag yourself as Shouto’s nickname, I’m water dispenser.

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tetsuskitten · 3 years

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Could u wrote some ochako/Kirishima/bakugou?? Love that dynamic

Hey there! Thank you so much for this request! I had a lot of fun with this, I hope you like it!

every day is ours by tetsuskitten (on ao3)

The journalists gathered at the front of the venue like menacing cockroaches, the camera-men threatening with their flashing lights, blinking and blinding. Katsuki felt sick already, stomach turning at the thought of having to squeeze through the mass of strange bodies, people he didn’t know touching him so easily. He fussed with his tie, trying to let up the knot so he could breath.

A soft hand came up to his cheek and he closed his eyes to breathe in the saccharine perfume that wafted through the enclosed air of the limousine. A quick kiss was laid on him, followed by a thumb, which he assumed was Ochako cleaning away the lipstick she had just painted him with.

“Katsuki.” He opened his eyes, looking exhausted beyond his years. “I’m going to remind you again. If you feel like leaving, just come find us if we’re not there. I won’t have a repeat of last time.”

“Katsuki!” Eijirou piped up excitedly. “Eri will probably be there! You’ve been whining non-stop about how you never get to see her anymore, right?” Katsuki grunted, but he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of seeing Eri, grown up, healthy and happy. Aizawa-sensei and Yamada-sensei had really done a wonderful job of taking care of her these past few years. He and Izuku tried to visit as often as they could, but work never relented, and their own family life could be busy and chaotic.

Ochako and Eijirou both planted twin kisses on his cheeks before exchanging a kiss of their own. Lovesick disasters, the three of them.

As they left the car to face the crowds, a wall of noise hit them like a tall wave rushing from the sea. Katsuki was incredibly tempted to turn off his hearing-aids but past experiences have taught him it would only work to further confusion.

A loud person announced their arrival with all the fake excitement of a football commentator.

“And here comes pro-hero Uraravity! Draped in a long pinkish gown with strikes of flaring red, she looks fabulous! Her trademark bob is adorned with striking white flowers, she is a sight for sore eyes in the red carpet tonight! And on her right pro-hero Dynamight wearing a tight-fitting burgundy suit that has all of us on our knees! On her left, pro-hero Red Riot proving that he can indeed get bigger! Look at all those muscles, people. He’s wearing a flashy red get-up, not unlike his hero suit. We love to see it!”

They posed and took pictures as they walked slowly to the entrance of the venue. Thankfully, these people had incredibly short attention spans. They waved at the newly-arrived Hitoshi, and Denki who pulled up to the curb a few seconds later. Those two had no idea what being discreet meant, or more likely, they don’t care that much if they’re found out or not.

Denki jumped on Hitoshi’s arm the second he was close enough and the other made no motion to shrug him off. Yeah, this would be all over Hero Weekly come tomorrow. Lovesick fools, the lot of them.

Blessedly inside, the noise fell to a bearable thrum. There was chatter and up-beat orchestra music, but nothing too shrill. Katsuki let himself relax into the constant of it, getting used to the surroundings, looking for their friends.

Ochako was immediately attacked by a horned-devil, Mina jumping on her the second she arrived.

“You look amazing, Ocha! What’s that shade of lipstick?! Come on, Tsuyu and Jiro are here already and we’re doing shots ! Ei and Bakugou are coming too!” Mina didn’t wait long for the boys to say no, knowing they would most likely deny her anyway, as she bounded away with Ochako, who laughed whole-heartedly at her friend’s antics.

“She’s as lively as always, isn’t she?” Ei commented, smiling at the disappearing pair.

“I already have enough of that with you two.”

“Oh c’mon, you know you miss them!”

“Yeah, whatever.” Katsuki was barely finished with his sentence before an ear-splitting “Bakugou nii-chan!” warned him of the incoming blast to his chest.

Eijirou caught him with ease as he was propelled backwards from the sheer force of Eri’s running embrace. She gave him a devious smile, all teeth and childish glee. “You’re getting weaker, Baku nii-chan… Do you need the big strong Red Riot to save you?” She joked.

“Oh you-” He started, before Eijirou grabbed her and easily hoisted her on his large shoulders.

“Don’t worry, Eri-chan, I’ll save you from the big bad Bakugou!” He said, winking at a glaring Katsuki.

“Ei nii-chan…” She called, wonder in her voice. “I can see everything from up here!” she bounced excitedly.

“Oh. Daddy’s coming this way.”

Eijirou pulled her down and smiled sheepishly as Aizawa arrived.

“And what trouble are you three getting up to?” The man drawled, slow and sleepy as always, eyelids half-closed in the harsh lighting of the venue.

“No trouble at all.” Eri offered, smiling and blinking innocently between the two heroes.

“I hear Kota has arrived.” Aizawa said slyly.

“Kota’s here?!” Eri’s red eyes opened wide and she bounced excitedly. “Let’s say hi, please?” She pleaded, as if Shouta denied her much in life. Her young eyes were bright and full of life, Shouta couldn’t help but give her a soft look in return and smile.

“Of course. Say goodbye to Bakugou and Kirishima.”

She turned around to hug them tightly and pointed in a very commanding tone. “Stay right here. I’ll be back.” And skidded away in a flurry of limbs, looking for her next target.

“She’s a handful.” Katsuki said, shaking his head with a fond look plastered on his face.

“Remind you of someone, does she?” That earned Eijirou a glare, but all he did was laugh it off.

“Come on, he’s probably already here too. Let’s find him.”

They pushed their way inside the ballroom, stopping for short greetings and snacks, until they found Izuku in a heated discussion with Ochako about… carpeting? Those two were definitely on their fourth round of drinks.

The night passed them by rather quickly, to Katsuki’s surprise. He even felt a little disappointed to go home. He didn’t get to see everyone together that often anymore, or outside of a fight, which really wasn’t quality bonding time as far as he was concerned.

Eijirou draped his jacket over Ochako’s shoulders before they stepped outside into the cold night air and she was safely cocooned in his arms, swaying only slightly and dozing off as she walked.

Katsuki opened the door for them and as soon as they were inside, Ochako nested herself between them, seeking heat and comfort. Katsuki pillowed her head on his thigh and pushed the disarrayed mess of brown locks from her eyes before placing a kiss on her temple. She snuggled closer, but didn’t otherwise acknowledge her surroundings.

When he looked up Eijirou was looking at them with that doe-eyed look he saved for moments he thought were truly manly .

She’s cute when she sleeps, Katsuki signed and Eijirou agreed.

When they pulled up to their home, Eijirou carried a sound-asleep Ochako up the stairs and into their bedroom. They took her gown off gently, trying their best not to disturb her too much, before letting her slip under the covers in her underwear.

Eijirou pulled the bedroom door half-closed and followed Katsuki to the kitchen, where he was already preparing a late night snack for them.

“Want some help?” Ei asked, arms wrapping around Katsuki’s smaller frame, warm hands slithering under his vest and undershirt.

“Make some tea. She won’t sleep for long.” He answered, letting his head fall back into the sturdy support of Ei’s chest. Eijirou snickered.

“I like you like this.”

“What? Tired out of my mind?”

Eijirou shook his head. “No. Just… peaceful.”

Katsuki snorted. “You sayin’ I’ve gone soft?”

Eijirou turned him around, hands automatically coming to rest on Katsuki’s small waist.

“The softest.” He said, stealing a long kiss from the blond before he could start protesting.

The pitter-patter of small feet on the floorboards pulled them out of their quiet late night intimacy.

Ochako walked up to them and practically fell into their embrace, sleep-rumpled, an enormous black shirt covering her frame.

“Feelin’ regret yet?” Katsuki fake-mocked, free hand running through the knots on her hair. Ochako groaned as a response.

“You know, baby, I think this dress looks much better on you than all that pink nonsense.” Eijirou told her, appreciating the way his shirt fell down her body, stopping mid-thigh. She pulled her head up enough to glare.

“That dress was expensive, Eijirou.” He hummed and grabbed her at the waist, earning a gasp before he lifted her up to sit on the wide kitchen island.

“Yes, but there was not even a glimpse of your beautiful legs.” He told her, big hands squeezing her strong thighs. “Though it did hug you perfectly here.” He gripped at her waist. “Here.” He smoothed a hand over her breasts.

Katsuki came up behind her, kissing the side of her neck and whispering. “Don’t listen to him, you looked fucking perfect, but I would have ripped that dress off you if I could’have.”

“Boys…” She warned weakly.

They paused and smiled at her, kissing her skin gently and helping her back down.

“We’re making tea and pancakes, go lay down on the couch, we’ll wake you up soon.” Katsuki told her, but she shook her head.

“I’ll stay here. Watch you cook.”

Katsuki placed one last lingering kiss on her lips before going back to mixing batter. Eijirou put the kettle on and prepared their tea before sitting down and pulling Ochako into his lap, fitting her between his legs.

They ate in silence, the only sounds heard throughout the house were the ever busy streets outside. Tomorrow was entirely theirs and there were hiking plans in motion, picnics on mountain-tops and rolling around in the dirt, swimming in the lakes. Today though, there was nothing more to do than give themselves up to sleep, huddled up together, bone-tired and satisfied, content after a night well spent.

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night-time-writing · 3 years

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The five times Bakugo and Shinso were almost caught and the one time they tell everyone

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28236678

Word Count: 3,110

The evening was quite peaceful despite the constant movement of the city around him. Katsuki took the time it took to get from the train station to his destination to think. Tonight was his and Hitoshi’s first real date. Katsuki had planned the night carefully, not that he would ever let Hitoshi know that. The two had been dating for around two months now but had decided to keep it a secret when they first got together. The discussion came from not wanting the class to pick into their relationship. They were both pretty closed off people, and they didn't want the extra’s opinions to affect their new, growing relationship.

They had yet to go on a real date so that the class wouldn’t find out, but they did hangout more outside of class. Despite Katsuki’s first thoughts, Hitoshi and him actually had a decent amount in common. They were both powerful and extremely determined and passionate about becoming a hero. They would both do anything to reach their goals.

Although they had their problems, they were both bull headed. Katsuki was quick to anger, and Hitoshi went silent when he was angry, which just managed to piss Katsuki off even more. However, they could balance eachother out. Where Hitoshi rarely took care of himself, Katsuki was all about taking care of your body. Hitoshi helped Katsuki pull his head out of his ass and stop judging people as harshly. In the time they had been dating, Katsuki had made a better relationship with Deku. After all, Deku was now one of Hitoshi’s closest friends, with his insistent need to bud into everyone's business.

Before he knew it, he was standing outside Hitoshi’s house. Katsuki knocked hard on the door to make sure the occupants would hear him. The door soon swung open to reveal Present Mic. his hair was down and he smiled brightly at Katsuki. Past Present Mic Katsuki could see an unimpressed Aizawa before Eri ran into the room and his face lit up.

“It’s great to see you Bakugo, Hitoshi will be right out.” Present Mic greeted him

Hitoshi then rounded the corner and Katsuki paused. He was dressed nicer than usual. They had both decided, evidently, to dress nice for their date. Hitoshi was wearing a nice pair of blue jeans and a purple button up. Katsuki was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a white tee shirt with a jacket.

Katsuki was aware of how nice Hitoshi looked, but quickly looked away. After all Hitoshi’s parents were standing right there, watching the two boys.

“Ready to go?” Katsuki asked as Hitoshi moved past Present Mic and stepped outside.

“Yeah, let’s go” Hitoshi turned around smiling and waving at his adopted parents.

“Have fun studying!” Present Mic called out to them as they walked away from the house. They both shook their heads at the man.

After they were a decent distance from the house, Katsuki reached his hand out and grabbed Hitoshi’s hand. Neither of them were great with physical contact and PDA, but they tried.

“Did you tell them we were going to study? Because you didn't attempt to look like we are going to study.”

“Nope. Hazashi came to that conclusion all on his own.” They both laughed lightly at that.

“Nice to know we don’t look like we would date each other. Perhaps the extras won’t put it together then.”

“So, are you going to tell me where we are going?”

“To get food” was Katsuki’s only response.

Hitoshi rolled his eyes and shoved Katsuki by running into him slightly, all while keeping their hands clasped as they walked down the street. Katsuki had planned the whole date, and kept the specifics from Hitoshi for fun.

After they got on the train and sat down Katsuki looked over to his boyfriend. Hitoshi looked more at peace then he normally did. For the first time that night Katsuki relaxed. He was no longer as worried about anyone discovering them, or worried that Hitoshi would hate what he had planned. Katsuki was just happy to be able to treat Hitoshi to a nice mean and hangout in a setting where they didn't have to worry about the class finding out.

Katsuki was pleasantly surprised that Hitoshi liked the little mom and pop joint that he took him to. When picking where to go on their date Katsuki put seclusion first. He found this small, hole in the wall, type ramen restaurant. It was small, locally owned, and not very popular. It was also far enough away from U.A. that it was unlikely that any of their classmates would go there tonight.

Once they got their food, Katsuki was in love. The food was so good, the restaurant definitely deserves to be more popular, in Katsuki’s opinion. Based on Hitoshi’s reaction, he agreed. Katsuki then made a mental note to come back sometime for another date.

“You should make the class ramen sometime” Hitoshi suggested as they started to get ready to leave. “Then we can see how you compare.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes as he placed the money on the table. He knew that Hitoshi was trying to bait him into complying by using his competitive nature against him.

“Only if you help. Those fuckers can eat a shit ton of food.” Katsuki often made dinner for the class since none of them were competent in the kitchen. They had since come to the silent agreement that the class had no say in what Katsuki made. There were too many opinions, with no way for everyone to get what they wanted and Katsuki didn't want to deal with it. Katsuki still hated doing all the cooking though because he had to make so much food. He still did it though because he cared about his classmates, not that he would ever tell them that.

“Deal” Hitoshi agreed. Katsuki knew the only reason he agreed was because they both knew that he was too much of a control freak to actually let Hitoshi help. Just as they got up and started heading for the door a familiar voice called out to them.

“Bakugo! Shinso!” Katsuki turned around to see Sero standing by one of the employee's only doors, waving at them as he made his way towards them. “ I didn't know you guys knew about this place. Isn't my mom’s cooking the best?”

“Your mom cooked the food?” Hitoshi asked.

“Yup! This is our family restaurant.” Katsuki silently cursed himself for finding the one restaurant that was owned by one of his friends' family.

“Shame you don't have your moms talent for cooking.” Sero just laughed at Katsuki’s words. Katsuki rolled his eyes at Sero. “Anyway, give my compliments to your mom. I gotta go, see you later soy sauce.” Katsuki then marched out of the restaurant. Hitoshi followed shortly after.

Katsuki was pissed that their date night was ruined by soy sauce face, of all people. He had just wanted to have a nice dinner, and then a calm walk with his boyfriend. A time where they weren’t worrying about being caught, before they had to make their way back to school. Now all that Katsuki could think about was how soy sauce saw them on a date. He was probably going to tell the whole class and they were never going to have peace again.

Katsuki marched down the street until he was a decent distance from the ramen restaurant. This is when he finally stopped to let Hitoshi catch up. As soon as Hitoshi was close enough to Katsuki he reached out his hand and grabbed Katsuki’s. “I really don't think he put it together, okay? He would have asked questions, so let's just do whatever else you had planned and enjoy our time together.”

Katsuki sighed. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Hitoshi’s lips.

“Very well.” Katsuki replied. He then led Hitoshi by their joint hands for a nice walk before making their way to the dorms.

In the end Katsuki was able to enjoy the rest of their date. They were gone longer than originally planned and they got back to the dorms after dark. All the lights were off in the commons which meant that everyone else had already gone to bed. So the two of them had to be quiet when entering the dorms just in case. Upon further inspection, the dorms seemed completely abandoned.

Hitoshi nudged Katsuki once they were near the couches. Katsuki looked over at him to see that Hitoshi was smirking at him.

“I don’t think anyone will catch us now.” Hitoshi said, pulling Katsuki in for a kiss. For a moment Katsuki forgot where they were. He forgot that a lot of his classmates were probably still awake. That Deku of all people, was quite likely to come down to get food from the kitchen. Instead he deepened the kiss before smirking and shoving Hitoshi over the back of the couch.

It was supposed to be a harmless fall, uncomfortable? Yes. However, he was supposed to actually land on the couch. Katsuki didn't expect Hitoshi to land on the couch, then quickly flip himself on to the floor. Katsuki definitely didn't expect Todoroki to then shoot up from the couch where he had apparently been sleeping.

Todoroki looked around, taking in the dark and empty common room. “I must have fallen asleep during the movie again. I wonder why they didn't wake me.” Todoroki barely looked at the two of them before heading up to his room.

Katsuki looked at Hitoshi as Todoroki got on the elevator. He had no clue if Todoroki put it together or if he honestly just didn't care. However, he knew that the whole situation was kind of ridiculous.

“Apparently we are horrible at being discrete considering the minute that we go out, we almost get caught three times. If you include my dads.” Hitoshi laughed, pushing himself up off the floor.

Katsuki shook his head and smiled slightly as the two of them went to the elevator and headed to their rooms.

After their date they decided to lay low for a bit so that the people that saw them on their date wouldn't get suspicious. That meant they were back to sneaking into each other's rooms when they wanted to be together. It normally wasn't a big deal to hard because their friends would normally leave them alone when they were in their rooms not wanting to be around others. As long as they had been social enough earlier in the day to meet their friends standards.

Currently the two of them were sitting in Katsuki’s room on his bed. Earlier they had been talking and playing video games. However, now they were just making out on Katuski’s bed.

Katsuki was so engrossed in the kiss that he didn’t hear the loud commotion outside his door. That is until his door banged open, hitting the wall hard. They were able to part and throw themselves to opposite sides of the bed, just in time for Kaminari to poke his head into the room.

“What the fuck are you doing in my room Dunce face?” Katsuki yelled, getting up off the bed.

“A couple of us are having a Mario Kart competition and we wanted to know if you wanted to join.” Kaminari smiled brightly at Katsuki.

“Why would I do that? I wanted to be alone, away for everyone’s loud yapping.” Katsuki snapped.

“I would like to point out that you are currently not alone, you are hanging out with Shinso.”

“That’s because mind fuck over here knows when to shut up and get out.” Katsuki then pointed out the door. He directed Kaminari out of the room despite his protests. Katsuki then shut the door and then made sure to lock it this time.

“I can’t believe I forgot to lock the door. It’s a good thing Dunce face is as dense as a pile of bricks.” Katsuki looked over to Hitoshi. Hitoshi was smirking slightly at Katsuki. “What?”

“Mind fuck? Is there a double meaning to that one?”

“I’ll show you a mind fuck.” Katsuki smirked.

Katsuki was good on his promise and was currently in the kitchen making the class ramen. Hitoshi was ‘helping’ Katsuki cook. At first he did help, cutting up the vegetables and such, but now he was just moving around the kitchen trying to mess Katsuki up.

Katsuki was adding the last of the ingredients while shoving Hitoshi every so often to keep him from messing with anything. Usually Katsuki didn’t let anyone in the kitchen while he was cooking. He definitely wouldn’t let anyone in the kitchen if they were acting like how Hitoshi was. The only reason Hitoshi was allowed to stay was because Katsuki knew that despite his antics, Hitoshi wouldn’t actually mess up Katsuki’s food. Hitoshi knew how much Katsuki’s cooking matters to him.

Hitoshi went to steal the spoon off the counter, but Katsuki saw him from the corner of his eye. Katsuki moved quickly and was able to snatch up the spoon, elbowing Hitoshi before he began stirring the ramen. That is when Kirishima decided to pop into the kitchen.

“Everyone is wondering when dinner will be done. It smells amazing.”

“It will be done when it’s done. How many times do I have to tell you guys to leave me alone when I’m cooking.”

“But Shinso is in here.” Kirishima pouted. “Why won’t you let me cook with you, but you’ll let Shinso?”

“Because mind fuck can boil water without burning it, now get the fuck out shitty hair.”

“That was one time, and how do you expect me to get better if you never let me try?” Kirishima complained lightly as he walked out of the room. Not once questioning Hitoshi’s presence.

+1.

After Hitoshi excused himself from playing board games in the commons, Katsuki made sure to wait the appropriate time before he too retired to ‘his’ room.

“As much fun as this has been,” Katsuki said, rolling his eyes, “I’m going to go finish my homework.”

“Okay, goodnight Bakubro.” Kirishima called out as Katsuki walked away. Kirishima always said goodnight when Katsuki excused himself anytime after dinner, knowing that Katsuki would not be coming back down.

Kirishima was so aware of Katsuki’s habits, it was weird sometimes. The only other people who knew Katsuki so well were his parents, Deku, and Hitoshi. Since Kirishima knew him so well, Katsuki was surprised that he hadn’t put it together that he was dating Hitoshi. Or maybe he did know and just wasn’t saying anything. However, that was equally as surprising, considering Kirishima was horrible at keeping a secret and how loud mouthed all of his friends were.

Katsuki sighed before opening Hitoshi’s door. He shut the door behind him then walked over to Hitoshi’s bed and collapsed into it.

“Oh come on, they aren’t that bad.” Hitoshi laughed, turning his chair around to face Katsuki instead of his desk.

“They are that bad.” Katsuki refuted, glaring at Hitoshi. “Dunce face knocked down the Jenga tower five times while trying to build it to play the game. But that’s not what I was thinking about.”

“So, you didn’t come here to complain about your friends. That’s a first. You must want to complain about a different class member. Is it Midoriya, or Todoroki?”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Neither, I was thinking about us.”

Hitoshi’s smile dropped at that. “Do you no longer want to be in this relationship?”

“No! That’s not what I mean.” Katsuki sat up, turning to face Hitoshi, and placing his feet on the ground. “I want to tell the class that we are dating.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Honestly they should already know based on the things they see, and if they don’t already know, then they are never going to be able to figure it out on their own. Might as well get it over with and tell them.”

“Way to make it sound like a good thing.” Hitoshi rolled his eyes. “But okay, let’s tell them. When do you want to tell them?”

“Why not now?”

“Now?”

“Yeah, like ripping off a band-aid. Why delay it?”

Hitoshi rolled his eyes before getting up and holding his hand out for Katsuki to take. Katsuki took it and they walked to the commons hand in hand.

“Bakugo! Your back!” Kirishima greeted him happily. His eyebrow raised once he noticed both of their hands collapsed together.

“Mind fuck and I are dating, have been for awhile. That’s it.” Katsuki said with a huff.

The commons then fell into complete silence. The lack of response was beginning to worry Katsuki when there was a sudden crash. Kaminari had, once again, knocked over the Jenga tower. That is when the class got over their shock and the room descended into complete chaos.

Some of them were shouting out questions. Others were talking to each other, either about how in the world they were dating, or how in the world they missed the signs. Which students were which? Katsuki was unsure, it was to fucking loud to hear even his own thoughts.

“Wait, wait.” Mina said, loud enough to gain the classes attention. “None of you knew? It was so obvious.”

This only accomplished making the class angry and arguing that it wasn’t all that clear.

Deku then spoke up. “I knew. It was kind of obvious. Kacchan is very rarely soft and people tend to drive him nuts quite quickly. Yet he spends quite a lot of time with Shinso, and he stopped snapping at Shinso as much.”

Kirishima chuckled slightly. “Well I’m happy for you guys, as long as you guys are happy.”

The rest of the class quickly echoed Kirishim’s sentiment. In that moment he realized just how supportive the class was, and how happy he was to no longer have to hide his relationship.

Bonus:

“That’s it Hazashi. Hitoshi and Bakugo aren't study buddies.” Shota snapped at his husband.

“What do you mean?”

“They are dating, and have been for a while now”

“What? No way!” Hazashi looked at Shota with a look of utter confusion and disbelief.

Shota gave him the ‘Your being really fucking dumb’ look. Hazashi’s face then morphed into just confusion, mixed with a little bit of sadness.

“Why wouldn't he tell me Shota? Does he not trust me? Does he feel like he cant talk to me?”

Shota sighed and mentally prepared himself to comfort his husband for the rest of the night.

@bakushinrights requested this.

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karmasuna · 4 years

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》you have a crush on bobby pins

pairing; shinso x f!reader

genre; fluff

wordcount; 2235

synopsis; it’s shinso’s birthday and he gets a very peculiar gift from a mystery person.

a/n; wooooo it’s shinso day! this is purely self indulgent and also heavily inspired by this assclass karashuu fic by @/gwendee on ao3! they’re like my all time favorite writer yes i just-

“Happy birthday, Shinso!”

“Thanks,” the purple haired boy glances back at the girl who had just walked past time, giving her a small smile just to be polite.

He doesn’t know that girl, he thinks. Ever since he’s joined the hero course he’s been getting a lot more attention, which he guesses was to be expected. It’s not bad, he supposes, but it does stand in stark contrast from how they had treated him just a year ago, shunning him because of his quirk. It’s a nice change.

Coming to a stop in front of his shoe locker, he opens it only to promptly be hit in the face by an onslaught of gifts and letters. Shinso sighs.

“Isn’t this is a bit too much,” he mutters quietly as he bends down to pick them up, nose scrunching a little when he catches a whiff of all the combined perfumes the girls must have drowned their cards and presents in.

Behind him Kaminari whistles lowly, eyeing the small mountain. “Bro, you’re gonna catch up to Todoroki’s level in no time. That dude has two fanclubs just here at school, I seriously have no idea how he does it.”

Finally managing to get everything out of his locker he slips on his indoor shoes, tapping them gently the floor before looking up at the blonde, unamused.

“Take whatever you want,” he gestures at the pile. “It’s not like I would be able to eat so much chocolate anyways. I don’t even like them that much.”

“Sweet,” the blonde flashes him a grin, already fishing out a bag from his backpack and wasting no time with shoving boxes in. “You’re the best.”

“You came prepared, didn’t you.” Shinso grabs the cards and envelopes, scanning through the names to see if anything catches his eye. Unsurprisingly, nothing does so he just tucks them away in his bag. Of course you hadn’t put something in his shoe locker, that’s just cliché.

Kaminari shrugs, standing up and heaving the bulging bag over his shoulder. “Bakugo never wants his presents either, so I’m ready for it.”

When he gets to the classroom he’s greeted by a chorus of birthday wishes and another small stack of gifts on his desk. These elicit a genuine smile from him. They’re from people who know him well and it shows in the unique presents they had each picked out.

It’s sappy but the thought they put into the presents makes his heart warm, and he doesn’t even try to stop the fond smile creeping onto his face as he flips through the album Midoriya had given him, complete with cute little notes from everyone.

His eyes widen when he gets to the bottom of the pile, looking at the small pouch in confusion. There’s a few bobby pins inside and a small scrap of notebook paper, unfolding it to see “happy birthday” hastily written in chicken scratch. Clearly whoever wrote it was either in a hurry or didn’t really put any effort into the gift.

It’s a strangely thoughtful present, he supposes. Maybe now his hair would finally stay out of his face even when he does his homework after school and his hair gel softens just enough to let a few wisps constantly poke at his eyes.

Shinso thinks long and hard about who possibly could have given him such a peculiar gift even as the school bell rings, tuning out Aizawa’s announcements as he gets lost in his own thoughts, eyes scanning the room for any potential answers.

There’s no way it could’ve been a boy. Last time he checked none of them were beauty gurus, and he’s pretty sure they wouldn’t know how to even use a bobby pin either, including himself.

So it was most likely a girl then. He finds his thoughts automatically drifts toward you, but he shoots the assumption down before it can even become an idea. Sure, out of all the girls he was definitely closest to you, but he’s convinced that you only talk to him because you feel sorry for his antisocial ass.

He sighs, burying his face in his hands. Now that he had jumped onto this thought train he can’t stop thinking about those stupid bobby pins.

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“Midoriya,” he later asks during class when he can’t take the curiosity anymore, “do you know if anyone in our class uses bobby pins?”

Midoriya looks visibly confused from his strange question, and Shinso honestly doesn’t blame him at all. “Aren’t they really common? I’m not sure, but even Eri has some.”

That wasn’t helpful at all. Shinso thanks him anyways, and moves on to see if Kaminari and his habit of “observing” girls would be of any help.

“Kaminari, I need you to help me find out who gave me bobby pins as a birthday present.”

The incredulous gaze he gets in response is definitely something he expected. “Um, what now?”

Shinso repeats himself, slower this time. The blonde still doesn’t seem to get it, so he pulls the small satchel out of his pocket and shows him. “Bobby pins,” he repeats, hoping Kaminari would connect the dots.

“Woah,” says Kaminari.

Shinso waits patiently to see if he had anything else to say. “That’s it? /Woah/?”

“I don’t know, man,” Kaminari peers at the little scrap of paper, studying the handwriting carefully. “I can help you ask around though. See what Jiro knows.”

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Later that day after school he takes the bag out and puts it on his desk, staring at the small note that came with. He feels stupid for having used up most of his birthday thinking about bobby pins of all things.

“I need to know,” he tells himself before pulling out his phone and dialing.

“The fuck you want, dipshit.” Bakugo picks up almost instantly, which Shinso is very thankful for.

“I need advice.”

“And you think I’m gonna help you like some shitty therapist? Fuck off, I don’t wanna hear you whine like a little bitch.”

Shinso waits a few moments, and when Bakugo doesn’t hang up he starts talking again. “I got bobby pins from someone in our class,” he begins.

“Why do I need to know this.” The blonde sounds angry on the other end, so he decides to stoke his ego a little.

“You don’t sugarcoat things, and I need you to tell me what I don’t want to hear. Not exactly something Midoriya can do.”

Bakugo snorts. “Damn right that shitty Deku’s useless. He’s fucking stupid.”

“Yes,” Shinso agrees, “so help me out here.”

And so he tells Bakugo everything. It’s not much given he really didn’t know anything about the mystery sender, but the blonde listens anyways, grunting occasionally to acknowledge his story.

“You have a crush on bobby pins,” Bakugo concludes when Shinso’s finished.

“Say what now.”

“You don’t know shit about whoever sent them but you can’t stop thinking about them. It’s pretty straightforward.”

The purple boy sighs loudly, not knowing what to say. Bakugo’s not wrong, really. It’s either that or-

“It’s either that or you have a crush on Y/N, since you obviously think she’s the one who gave them to you,” Bakugo says.

Shinso swears out loud. “I did not want to hear that,” he tells the other boy.

“Sorry. Maybe you shouldn’t have fuckin called me in the first place. This is a waste of time.” Bakugo doesn’t sound sorry at all.

“She doesn’t like me back.” At this point he doesn’t even bother hiding his crush on you anymore. If you were going to find out you would have ages ago.

“Why can’t you just ask her yourself and quit forcing me to listen to you whine like a little bitch.”

“Oh yeah.” He hadn’t even considered that an option. “I’ll definitely do that.”

“Cool. Can I leave now?”’

“Sure. Thanks, Bakugo.”

“I don’t want to hear your sappy shit,” is all he says before he hangs up.

Shinso takes in a deep breath before pulling up your contact and quickly typing in a message, finger hovering on the send button, contemplating whether he should send such a dumb-sounding message and potentially weird you out.

He’s still staring at the screen, his other hand going to brush hair from his eyes as he debates with himself.

Suddenly there’s a knock at his door that snaps him out of his thoughts and makes him jump, resulting in his finger accidentally hitting the send button. Groaning in frustration, he gives himself five seconds to wallow in his regrets before getting up to open the door, definitely not expecting to see you there.

“‘Toshi! I know it’s your birthday but it’s still Friday night, and you know what that means,” you grin at him, letting yourself in and flopping onto his bed.

He closes the door and nods, sighing with the motion makes his hair fall into his eyes again.

“Yeah, you’re gonna force me to watch Haikyuu with you again.”

You pout at him, scooting over to make space for him as you pull up the website on your laptop. “Don’t say it like you don’t enjoy it. I see the way you look whenever Yamaguchi gets to serve.”

“Shut up,” is all he says in response, but there’s no heat in his words.

“You aren’t denying it,” you say giddily, but your tone changes when you look at him and see him brushing hair out of his eyes again.

“Didn’t you get the bobby pins his morning? Use them, geez,” you say casually as if it were no big deal.

Shinso freezes in his actions, trying to process what you had just said. “Yeah, I did,” he says carefully, trying not to give way the way his heart was racing in his chest, “how’d you know?”

Just then your phone pings, you laughing when you see his message. “Mhm, I put them there. If you’re not gonna use them then give ‘em back, I don’t wanna waste any.

“Thanks,” he says, feeling oddly touched now that he knew it was really you. “I would use them but I don’t know how to.”

You raise a brow, surprised by this new information. “Seriously? Don’t worry, I gotcha. Where are they?”

Reaching over to grab a few from his desk he hands them to you, sitting still as you shuffle around to sit between his legs, carefully gathering the stray locks and twisting them gently. “Tell me if it hurts, yeah?”

His brain is short-circuiting from how close you suddenly are. He can practically smell your shampoo, and seeing you so pretty and focused up close doesn’t help him calm his heart at all.

Your lips look really kissable right now, he thinks to himself. If he just tilted his head up the smallest of fractions your lips would meet, but he’s too afraid of ruining your friendship.

“Damn, you really put a lot of effort into getting me a present,” he murmurs, “with the chicken scratch and all.”

“Shush, you know how bad I am with birthdays. Be grateful I got you anything at all.”

“Wow, I’m so touched,” he retorts sarcastically, rolling his eyes at how you had just blatantly admitted you didn’t remember his birthday, “guess this means I don’t have to get you that Oikawa figure for your birthday then.”

He chuckles when he feels you freeze up from his words. “What? You literally gave me your own pins and told me to give them back. What kind of a crappy birthday present is that?”

“No, please. I need my Tooru,” you whine, voice smaller than before. “I’ll get you something, anything I can afford, okay? Just tell me what you want.”

He hums, thinking about his options, waiting for you to get back to work on his hair before speaking up again. “Anything?”

“Anything my wallet can handle,” you clarify, mock glaring at him as you pull at the strands roughly, making him grunt in pain. “Okay okay, I got it, chill.”

“I don’t think what I want is going to hurt your wallet at all,” he breathes, studying your reaction to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable.

“Mhm,” you say, not really paying attention to his words as you slide the last bobby pin into his hair, “I’m done! What do you want then-”

You’re interrupted by him tilting his head up ever so slightly to press his lips against yours in a soft kiss. Gasping in surprise, you don’t even have time to react before he pulls back, rubbing at the back of his neck bashfully.

“Um, I’m sorry,” he begins, but this time you cut him off, throwing your hands around him and grinning.

“For what, stupid? Kiss me again.”

There’s no denying your words set his cheeks away, but he swallows before leaning back in to connect your lips again. Hands carefully snaking their way around your waist and pulling you even closer, holding you so gently as if he were afraid you would shatter or disappear.

“I really like you,” Shinso whispers when you pull apart, bumping his nose gently against yours.

“I like you a lot too, ‘Toshi,” you grin, “happy birthday.”

He hums in agreement, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Best birthday ever.”

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“I should just give you my phone case or something for your birthday.”

“What the hell? Our phones aren’t even the same model!”

#bnha #bnha scenarios #bnha headcanons #bnha fluff #bnha imagines #mha imagines #mha headcanons #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinso x reader #mha shinsou #bnha shinso hitoshi #bnha shinso x reader #shinsou fluff #shinsou headcanons

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yugen-works-118 · 4 years

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So, it’s been actual years since I’ve actually posted something on this account let alone actually posting my writing on this account, but this case was too good to pass up. I forgot how posting works, and I’m on mobile, so, sorry if it comes out looking weird. @gentrychild

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“Midoriya,” Aizawa’s turned the toy box in his hands, inspecting the brightly pink colored box for a price label or tag. “How exactly did you purchase all of this?” He held up the box for the teen to see. The greenette in question looked up from the worksheet of basic addition questions that Aizawa had printed out for Eri to work on, the girl being comfortably situated into his side, staring intently at the worksheet lying innocently on the coffee table. “With money?” The teen raised an eyebrow at the question. Aizawa facepalmed at the mildly sarcastic answer, until a thought occurred to him. “Midoriya, not to be blunt, but, are you rich?” The teen hesitated, considering his answer, and nodded a moment later. Aizawa and his student stayed in a staring contest in silence like that before nodding at each other. At that moment, Izuku felt a tug on the sleeve of his shirt. He turned his attention back towards Eri as Aizawa carefully lowered the Ganriki figurine box down and placed it next to the floor, alongside the ten or so other boxes of expensive, name-brand toys. After that, he retrieved his sleeping bag and crawled into it, hoping to get another hour-long nap or so in before he had to patrol for the night. “Okay, so, remember the trick I taught you, the one about using your fingers?” Eri nodded silently, holding her small hands up in front of her scrunched up face as she tried to remember how he showed her. “Do you want me to go over it with you again?” “Yes please!” Aizawa observed the pair for a moment more, watching and listening as Eri cheered as she solved the problem, Izuku giving her positive reinforcement. “Can we play with the toys now?” Izuku smiled at her and raised his hand slowly, making sure to let her see his hand and silently asking for permission, to which Eri nodded. He raised his hand and pat her head. “Why don’t we get through this last problem so we don’t have to worry about homework later, does that sound alright with you?” Eri nodded and smiled at him. “Okay!” Aizawa wound up dozing off once Izuku and Eri busted open two of the toy boxes.

Ochaco winced as her stomach growled, the chatter between Shouto and Tenya cutting short as they heard the noise despite the loudness of the cafeteria. “Uraraka-kun, are you alright?” The girl nodded, putting on a bright smile to hopefully keep them from questioning her too much about her eating habits. “I’m as good as I can get! I feel great!” Tenya continued to stare at her, a look of worry coming across his face. Shouto though, was staring off at something in the distance. What was he looking at? She was startled out of her musing by the sound of the chair next to her groaning as it scraped against the floor. She looked over and smiled as Izuku plopped himself into the seat next to her, carrying not one, but two bento boxes. He placed the second one in the center of the table. “Sorry I’m late, I forgot that my mom sent extras for me to bring and had to get it from my locker. Feel free to take some!” He smiled kindly at the table. Tenya nodding and gently pushing the box in Ochaco’s direction. Tenya and her locked in a silent debate as Shouto and Izuku made small talk about the day’s upcoming hero training. Ochaco sighed as she lost the battle and gratefully took the bento box. She glanced at Izuku as he held out an extra pair of chopsticks for her; she sighed and took them. “Thank you,” she mumbled, to which she received a silent, but blindingly bright smile. As the group returned to their usual chatter, Ochaco couldn’t help but ask, “Deku-kun, how does your mom almost always have leftovers? It’s expensive to buy ingredients for homemade food, isn’t it?” Izuku swallowed his food, and shrugged. “Mom has always loved cooking, so, that’s what she does. Plus, she’s never exactly been too keen on eating fast food a lot.” Ochaco accepted the answer, for now, with a nod. However, Ochaco knew an aversion to a question when she spotted one.

Midoriya Inko smiled warmly and greeted her son’s friends with a small wave as she closed the main entrance door to class 1-A’s form building. Ochaco and Tenya greeted her back enthusiastically, while Shouto gave the kind woman a small smile and a polite wave in return. Shouta greeted the woman with a nod, which was politely returned with a nod of her own, and quickly got to quieting the class down. “So,” Inko began. “From what I understood to be the gist of this situation, you all wanted my help in throwing a surprise birthday party for Izuku, correct?” “Yes,” Tenya affirmed with a nod. “Is Izuku in the building?” Ochaco shook her head. “Nope, we convinced All Might to take him out for the day and distract him, but he said that he would help us with this.” Inko chuckled softly and smiled. “Alright, that sounds perfect! We shouldn’t waste anymore time, let’s start planning!” The class cheered to various degrees before they divided into groups that would handle different tasks. Momo, Shouto, Ochaco, and Mezo gathered around Inko to talk about decorations for the day of the event. “Now that we have the decorations all chosen, I’ll start creating them,” said Momo. Inko stared at the girl in confusion for a moment before speaking. “Oh, no, you don’t need to do that! I can just purchase these and have them delivered.” The group stared at the woman in silence. “But, considering the how many of these decorations we’ll need each will add up to be quite expensive, right?” Mezo asked. Inko smiled warmly at the group. “It’s fine, really! They will be expensive, but still affordable.” “...But, Midoriya-san,” Ochaco spoke. “The total cost of the decorations will be roughly ¥18, 987.” Inko blinked confusedly at the astounded looks across the children’s faces. “As I said, perfectly affordable.” ‘Ah,’ the group collectively thought as they came to a realization about their friend that they hadn’t picked up on before.

Tenya fanned Ochaco’s face who managed to keep her composure until Midoriya Inko left, and then promptly collapsed at the realization that another one of her best friends was rich, the one she least expected. Tenya then promptly moved them to be seated on one of the couches, Momo creating a small motorized fan for Tenya to use. “So,” Tenya spoke softly to Shouto, who sat across from him. “Midoriya-kun is actually rich.” Shouto merely nodded at his friend. “It makes sense,” Shouto realized. “He had to get money for his entire room somewhere.” Tenya nodded in agreement. “I am ashamed of myself for not realizing this sooner,” he said a minute later. Shouto reached over and pat his shoulder. “He was very subtle about it, I think this just about blindsided everyone, except maybe Aizawa-sensei.” “I know I was,” Ochaco suddenly spoke up. The two glanced down at her. “How long have you been awake, Uraraka-kun?” “Since you two started talking.” She made no move to get up. At that moment, the entrance doors clicked open softly, and in walked Izuku. He quickly caught sight of his friends on the couch. “Ah! What happened to Uraraka-san?!” The three of them just stared at him blankly. The boy began sweating as he glanced back at them. “What?”

“Wait, so, where is all of this money coming from anyway?” Ochaco inquired later. “My father, I think,” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. ‘You think?’ His friends collectively questioned with blank faces.

From inside of a cell, locked away deep in Tautarus, a certain infamous two century old fiend sneezed, spittle splatting across the surface inside of his respirator much to his dismay. The man verbally groaned in despair before a medic came in, cleaning the respirator.

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tododorks · 4 years

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this is for @out-of-my-way-extras partner writing event! wrote this with @plusultrawritings <3 (also i legit took like 2 months to write my part, thank you for putting up with me)

synopsis: sometimes you don’t need to know what they know

pairing: togata mirio / reader

warnings: angst, cheating, swearing, spoilers for the shie hassaikai arc

word count: 3.4k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✭・゜・。.

They said it would get easier. Loss wasn’t easy, but that it would heal in time.

Mirio’s loss was different. He didn’t just lose a loved one. He lost a part of himself, and that hurt more than any wound.

It hurt you more than any wound.

“Is Mirio with you, Tamaki?” you asked gingerly, hoping that the desperation in your voice wasn’t too apparent. It was after curfew, and you haven’t seen him all day. You hadn’t seen him all week either.

When was the last time you’d seen him? When was the last time you talked to him?

A month.

“I-I’m sorry, Y/N,” he stuttered over the phone, and you tried your best to keep your heart in your throat. You picked at the threads of your sweatshirt as he continued. “H-He might be with Eri-chan and Aizawa-sensei? I’m sorry-”

“Don’t apologize, Tama. It’s not that important anyway,” you reassured, to him and yourself. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Take care of yourself, alright?”

You hung up before he could apologize again, staring at his contact on your phone. Looking up at the sky, you closed your eyes for a second, feeling the cool breeze kiss your skin. Sometimes, you pretended that you were in a world without heroes and villains and fear. You pretended that you were in a world where Mirio was okay.

It was dangerous to be outside past curfew, with villains and the fear of teachers catching you, but it was the only place you could go without getting looks of pity. Why should you be pitied? It wasn’t like your mentor died and you lost your quirk-

How selfish of you to think about yourself. It made you want to throw up.

You stared at the stars, took a deep breath, and walked back to Hero’s Alliance.

“Y/N?” Nejire frowned when you walked into the common room, freshly brewed tea in her hand. She was in her pajamas. “What are you doing up so late?”

“Just taking a walk,” you said, trying to look sheepish instead of sorrowful. You were semi-aware that your eyes were puffy and that your hair was nappy. “Finals are really taking a toll on me, and the common room isn’t exactly quiet!”

There was a pause, before you asked, “Have you seen Mirio recently?”

She frowned, her eyebrows knitting together. “I’m sorry-“

“It’s fine!” you said, a little too cheery for someone who looked so tired. “I’m sure he’s in his room.”

He wasn’t.

Nejire looked at you strangely. “Alright, then. Night, Y/N-chan.”

You waved at her goodnight before turning around, hating yourself for the way your shoulders trembled.

. . . . . .

You hated receiving pity. That’s why you never pitied Mirio.

Even when he was just your goofy classmate who never learned how to control his quirk, even when he got the lowest marks in class, even when he didn’t get his provisional license on the first try. Instead, you admired how kind he was, how funny he was, how quick he was at learning, what a great hero he would be. You knew he didn’t take kindly to pity, either.

Yet, you couldn’t help but feel the burn in your chest when he gave you another one of his forced smiles.

“Ha!” he laughed a little too loud, a noticeable strain in his eyes. It was the end of class, and you had made sure to catch him. “I’m sorry, but I completely bombed my math test and have to retake it. I’ll make it up to you, I promise!”

“...how about tomorrow, then?” you asked too slowly, too cautiously. Too safe for someone who was talking to a person they’ve been in love with their whole life.

“I can’t,” Mirio apologized again, and at that point, you stopped listening. If you listened, you wouldn’t be able to keep the strain in your voice from breaking.

You could never forget the day Mirio came back with Eri and Midoriya but not Nighteye.

Everyone praised him for how strong he was. How he was still able to smile even after losing his quirk. That was the worst part, that all they ever talked about was his quirk, not the fact that he saved millions of people or that his mentor died in his arms.

They talked about him like he was dead. What made it hard to sleep at night was that you felt like he was slowly dying, too. No one could see it but you.

That’s why you had to be the strong one in the relationship now.

That’s what you kept on telling yourself.

‘Selfish, selfish, selfish.’

Mirio was like a breath of fresh air. Always looking for improvement, for something better. Just being around him made your days brighter and your smiles wider.

You were so reliant on Mirio’s happiness it felt like a punch in the gut without it.

‘Selfish-’

“Are you okay?” Nejire asked, for what felt like the hundredth time even though it was a new day. The lunchroom was alive, everyone munching and laughing around you. “You’ve been picking at your lunch for the past fifteen minutes.”

You blinked, then looked down at your food. It was one of the salads that you usually never bought, pressed and sliced together by the jabbing of your plastic fork. Disregarded and not even eaten.

“It’s nothing, it’s just-” you swallowed, not looking directly at her face but not looking away either. “I-I’m just thinking of Mirio, that’s all.”

She hummed, like she knew exactly what was on your mind. It was scary how Nejire could read even the most distant of strangers, but that’s what made her such a people person. You didn’t even need to say anything for her to say the next thought.

“You should talk to him, you know?” Nejire suggested, her eyes boring into yours. “There’s something bothering you and he should know it.”

You frowned. “But isn’t that a little-“

“Selfish?” she interrupted, and you jumped at how quickly she guessed it. “Sure it is, but relationships are selfish things anyways.”

You thought about her words when you were lying down on Mirio’s bed, waiting for him to get back to his dorm. He had insisted that he needed to take care of Eri and help Midoriya train, that it was something that was essential. Who it benefited more, you don’t really know.

Your eyes scanned his walls. There were pictures of every kind. There was one of him and Tamaki when they were kids, and when Tama still had braces. There was one of him and you at the beach, one of the first anniversary dates you had gone on. Mirio swept you off your feet and rented a boat for the both of you to relax in while watching the sunset in the middle of the sea. One of your favorites was with you, Mirio, and Nighteye. It was the first time you had ever met his mentor, and Mirio had insisted on taking a picture with the two most important people in his life.

Your heart burned with nostalgia and melancholy, and the door slammed open.

“Oh. You’re here,” Mirio acknowledged. No greetings whatsoever.

“I just wanted to hang out with you,” you shrugged off, trying to be nonchalant about the way he addressed you. “If that’s what you want-“

“Of course I want to hang out with you,” he said, a little too enthusiastically.

These days, Mirio was off. However, today, there was something really off about him. It wasn’t noticeable to the naked eye, but you’ve loved Mirio for years. His hair wasn’t as expertly styled as it usually was, flopping to the side. His eyes were less shiny and more strained, like he hasn’t slept in days. There was a scruff on his chin that he usually shaved off as quickly as it grew.

There was something, so, so off. And maybe you were tired of pretending there wasn’t anymore.

“Are you okay?” you asked quietly. Something you never did before, because your relationship with Mirio was always so bright and loud and happy-

“What?” he asked incredulously, as if you had just slapped him in the face. After all, he never did take too kindly to pity. “Of course I’m okay. Do I look like I’m not okay?”

He looked far from okay.

His voice got louder with each word, it was almost a yell. Mirio had never yelled at you once, not even during an argument. You didn’t want to turn this into an argument, you came to talk to him, not argue.

“You just look a bit tired.”

And it wasn’t a lie, he did look tired, but he didn’t look okay either.

“Oh. So, why are you here again, Y/N?” He started to fiddle with his shirt; it was always a nervous habit of his.

You were sure his words weren’t intended to sound as harsh as they did,yet you still felt a sharp pain as he spoke.

“I just came here to hang out with you,” You reached out to grab his hand. “We haven't spent any time together in a while.”

Mirio tensed as your hand touched his, but he didn’t pull away. He quickly plastered on another one of his smiles and pulled you up from his bed. For a moment you felt at ease. You believed everything would go back to normal. Back to the way it was before he lost his quirk, before Nighteye died, before you lost him.

God, that was so stupid.

You had only spent a few hours with Mirio at the mall since Aizawa called him to come immediately. You didn’t really know why, but you just assumed it had to do with Eri and didn’t question him about it. Not that he would pay much attention to it anyway.

As soon as the call ended he quickly kissed your forehead, muttering “bye” and walked off without an explanation other than, “Gotta go, Aizawa-sensei says it’s urgent.”

Being with Mirio always made you so happy. Studying with him, the late night talks, even the training, whatever it was you always felt content around him. But now it just felt like something was missing. It felt somewhat empty.

But you tried to look on the bright side. Mirio and you went on a “date” for the first time in a while. Granted you just walked around the nearby mall and chatted, but it was better than nothing at all.

You arrived back at the dorms with the dumbest smile that nobody could ignore. It may have been stupid to be happy over such a simple thing, but you couldn’t help it. It was okay to be happy at least once in a while, right?

“Y/N-chan? Seems like talking to Mirio went great!” Nejire’s cheery voice interrupted your thoughts.

“You could say that, Nejire.”

It had been a while since Nejire, or anybody for that matter had seen you walk into a room so happy. Usually you’d just walk into the dorms and walk straight to your room and if anyone greeted you, you’d shoot them a quick smile and keep walking. It was nice to see you smile and happy again.

She knew something was wrong, but she couldn’t ruin your happiness.

Maybe she should have.

. . . . . .

You hadn’t had a proper conversation with Mirio in a week. Every now and then you’d see him around campus or in the dorms, but he whenever you would start to walk up to him he’d either try to find a way to avoid you or say some bullshit lie. You would be lying if you said it didn’t irritate you in the slightest.

Clearly something was wrong.

But if anything it worried you. Had you done something wrong? You didn’t think so, in fact you thought the date last week had gone really well. Did Mirio not feel the same, did he hate it?

Did he hate being near you so much that he had to ignore you rather than simply talk to you?

Why didn’t you notice it sooner?

“No, stop it…” You mumbled to yourself.

It was so obvious.

Your attempts in trying to calm yourself were futile, questions kept running through your mind. So many what if’s. Lying in a dark room alone with your thoughts wasn’t doing you any good either, but it was almost midnight. But surely if you only went outside for a quick second, just to get some fresh air, you wouldn’t get in trouble.

Maybe you should’ve stayed inside.

The door creaked as you slowly opened it to try to avoid anyone from hearing you. God knows how alert every person in 3-A is, especially considering all the villains roaming around now. You did not feel like getting punched in the face by one of your classmates, you were doing a splendid job of that already all on your own.

You wrapped your blanket around you as you walked towards the entrance. For a second you just stared at the doorknob. You couldn’t put a pin in it, but when you touched the doorknob it felt almost as if it were begging you not to.

Maybe you should have listened.

Before you could open the door somebody else had opened it. At first you panicked thinking it was a teacher, maybe even a thug just trying to get their hands on something valuable. Instead of being met with a slap or yell, you saw the person you loved most in the world, the one you’d loved for years.

The person who supposedly loved you.

“Mirio…” His eyes went wide when he realized it was you standing in front of him.

“Why are you up so late? It’s nearly midnight.”

You expected him to respond with something sarcastic, maybe even a “Well, you’re up too. Looks like we both got some ‘splainin to do, babe.” But he didn’t say any of that, he just said a curt “Felt like it” and kept standing still. You looked down at your hands and fiddled with the blanket draped around your shoulders.

He was so still.

“Y/N, could you move, please? I need to get to my room.” Without thinking you moved to the side so he could pass.

‘No…’

“Night, Y/N,”

‘No!’

“Sweet dreams.”

“N-no…” He turned back to look at you, looking beyond puzzled. Before he could question you, you were already gripping his wrist tightly and looking up at him. Oh, how he wished he didn’t look at you in that moment. Seeing you made his heart only made his heart ache and it only made his guilt worse.

You both looked like messes. You looked sick, and perhaps it was just the light, but he could help but worry for you. And your eyes–oh, your eyes. They showed him everything he needed to know. You were close to crying, he could see the tears in your eyes, he could see all the emotions you kept hidden. How long had you kept them hidden, though? He knew he hadn’t been the best person in the world to you lately… but surely he couldn’t have done to you, could he?

Seeing Mirio didn’t help your confidence whatsoever. His clothes were rather loose, quite unusual for him, and his eyes looked dull. Did he look this bad before? No, he didn’t… did he? Had you been that selfish that you didn’t even pay attention—

No.

You weren’t being selfish.

You let tears fall and let out a shaky breath, trying to prepare yourself for the worst. Mirio looked down at you, terrified of what you’d say.

“No, no more.. no more lies, no more bullshit, please–” Your grip on his wrist tightened. “Mirio, please, for once in months can you just talk to me? Can you just tell me the damn truth instead of lying to my face. Please, that’s all I want!”

He couldn’t even look at you.

“For fuck’s sake, I just want the truth!” Your voice faltered and you let out a sob.

“Why?! The truth will only hurt! Do you want to be hurt that badly?!”

Both of you seemed to forget that your classmates were asleep and you needed to be quiet. One by one, the other eighteen students started piling into the room. Some tried to shush the other or shoo them away, but even they were compelled to watch you and Mirio. They pitied you.

They knew.

“As if you haven’t been hurting me already! Don’t act as if you care about me being hurt or not, we both know you don’t!” Mirio went to argue but you cut him off before he could get a word in.

“If you did care, you wouldn’t act like such an asshole to me! You wouldn’t lie, you wouldn’t ignore me, you wouldn’t flinch when I go to touch you or kiss you, you would actually talk to me again instead of treating me like a fucking doll you can just throw to the side when you feel like it!”

Mirio was rarely speechless, but right now, he couldn’t find the right words to say to you. “I-I… Y/N–”

“If you actually cared about me then you wouldn’t have done this to me, Mirio. You wouldn’t have done any of this.”

“Fu-fuck! I’m cheating on you, okay? I don’t love you anymore! I haven’t loved you for a long time!”

“Are you happy?!” Mirio screamed at you.

He didn’t mean to, but he couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t stand the guilt any longer, he couldn’t stand to see you anymore– he couldn’t stand to see the horrible reality.

Why didn’t he just tell you in the first place?

The room went silent.

Of course everyone else had known, or at the very least had a small inkling at one point. Yes, they knew, but they never heard it said out loud nor had they never heard Mirio actually admit it.

It may have been wrong to see it in a way, but it was as if they were watching a high school romance movie unfold before them. Except movies have happy endings. They have to, people watch them to escape the horrid reality of life, not to relive it.

Mirio was the first to speak up after two minutes of silence. “Shit, Y/N– I’m sorry, Y/N? Say something, please.” He put his hand on your shoulder hesitantly, but you immediately smacked it away.

“Why… why?”

That’s always the question people ask, isn’t it?

“I… I didn’t love you anymore, but I wasn’t sure yet. All–all I knew was that it didn’t feel the same, I didn’t feel the same with you anymore. And she– Yui, you know her, don’t you Y/N? She was there…” He rambled.

You scoffed at his response. You didn’t care, it all sounded like some random story he came up with on the spot. And to be honest, Mirio didn’t know what the truth was and what wasn’t anymore. He just wanted this to be over, he wanted to go to sleep and wake up only to realize it was a dream.

“Do you regret it?”

“Y/N–” You finally let go of his wrist and looked back down at the floor, screaming as loud as you could at him.

“Do you regret being with her?!”

Would you regret asking that question?

He looked to the side and saw his and your two closest friends, Nejire and Tamaki. Would they think of him differently now? Would you still be friends with them after this?

“...I don’t regret being with her.”

“I don’t love you, Y/N.”

There it was.

The truth.

He kept talking, apologizing and saying how he should’ve told you upfront, but you weren’t paying attention. You got your answer, just like you wanted. He gave you the truth, and it hurt, just like he said it would.

You kept your head down and started to walk towards the elevator. At first you felt a bit dizzy, but you knew you’d be fine, you had to be fine. You heard some of your classmates calling after you, two of them being Nejire and Tamaki, but you couldn’t hear Mirio.

He didn’t look at you as you walked away, he didn’t call after you either.

Soon, people went back to their rooms to sleep for as long as they could before school began. They couldn’t hear your sobs and screams. They couldn’t hear you whispering pleas for this to be a nightmare, a horrible wretched nightmare. They couldn’t hear you as you held onto a gift Mirio had gotten you and muttered, “What did I do? I loved him– I love him, wasn't that enough? Isn’t it enough? Why wasn’t I enough?!”

No, they couldn’t hear you, but they knew.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #bnha angst #mirio togata #mirio x reader #mirio togata angst #togata mirio #mirio x reader angst #bnha x reader angst #bnha fanfcition #mha #mha angst #maddispartnerevent #lee loves angst #istg i have an angst addiction

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jace-todd · 3 years

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Slack

@oh-faithful-inner-demons this is totally not about the headcanon you posted a little bit ago, pssh totally not but uhh enjoy anyway~ I tried to use some of your headcanons in this too!! Sorry if it's not that good- I decided to go with the first part of the headcanon, becoming slack in a hug to focus on Aizawa and Hitoshi's relationship as Father-Son but I'm still open to writing a second piece-

Word count: 2,069

You can read it online right here on my Archive

warning for bullying, jumping (as in bullies cornering a student after school hours to beat on them, i'm sorry hitoshi), neglectful parents, abandonment

There were only two people in the whole world who knew how weak Hitoshi was for affection. Affection was never something Hitoshi got a lot of when he was growing up. His parents were firm believers that vulnerability would only aid in you getting soft and getting yourself killed out there in ‘the real world.’ When he was four, not long after his quick manifested, all of the early affection he received to keep childhood development on path disappeared altogether. Maybe every now and then, his mother would ruffle his hair when she’d finish a long shift at the hospital - too tired to even remember her hatred.

At school, without friends, Hitoshi didn’t get to experience friendly hugs. He didn’t have that one friend who’d practically vibrate in their seat when he’d enter the room in the morning, calling out his name with greetings and asking all about his previous afternoon. That one friend didn’t exist so they never pulled him close in between classes, an arm thrown over his shoulders, talking loudly in his ears to combat Hitoshi’s natural silence. That one friend who understood that Hitoshi didn’t feel comfortable talking - not with his quirk as villainous as it was, not with his quirk putting up the risk it did merely by interacting with anyone. That one friend who’d sit next to him at lunch, against a tree, their entire body shoved against his side - completely foreign to something called personal space.

What he got instead were people leaving the seats around HItoshi empty every year, too afraid to go near the kid with the villainous quirk and the absent parents and the snarky personality. They whispered behind his back rumors about how he was the one that leaked the test results two weeks ago, he was the one that made Miyuki punch Kako in the fact yesterday after she hung out with him. The only kind of company and touch Hitoshi received were pushes in the hallways and jumpings behind school. Instead of hair ruffles Hitoshi’s hair would be held tight in a fist to maneuver back to punch him in the face. Instead of hands holding his, feet ground against them until he broke his promise to not show signs of weakness. Instead of hugs, arms kept him from slumping to the ground hit after hit landed.

After a while, Hitoshi stopped expecting to get affection from anyone. It became easier to expect the worst, assume that anyone who got close only wanted to hurt him. Unfortunately, it made Hitoshi’s life easier - knowing the world already wanted to hurt him prepared him for the worst. It prepared him for when his parents up and left two weeks before he started UA - no real explanation, just a final argument between him and his father that ended with Hitoshi silently heading to his room and hiding. When he came out for his work-out the next morning, their rooms were empty and money was left on the counter.

Life really became lonely after that. School was awkward and quiet - coming home to an empty house made it seem even worse. At least when his parents were still around, one of them would be home by the time he got back from school. They wouldn’t greet him but at least Hitoshi knew someone was there. Now though, there were no one to glance in his direction, to eat dinner with, to awkwardly stare at when they found each other in the middle of the night doing their own thing. He had the entire place to himself.

Then Eraser-head started mentoring him. After the Sports festival, being pulled aside during homeroom to talk to his favorite hero had felt like a fever dream. The minute he walked away, Hitoshi pinched his arm three times just to be completely sure that it wasn’t. Starting up training had been learning where Hitoshi’s boundaries were, being taught how to use Aizawa’s - Aizawa, Hitoshi gets to call his favorite hero by his name - original capture device, and figuring out their own dynamic. Every minute kept Hitoshi on his toes, exhausted with lack of sleep and too much working out, but more energetic and happy than he’d been in years.

Their interactions started out as just mentor-mentee. Aizawa was trying Hitoshi to get into the hero course, to get enough strength and control to impress the Board, Hitoshi was learning everything he could from his idol. It was strictly business. And then Aizawa broke first, offering Hitoshi a trip to get some food and water down at a cat cafe, not even two blocks from the school. Hitoshi had flushed, unused to any sort of attention from the hero outside of these training sessions. He had agreed without thinking too much and for the next two hours, Hitoshi found himself pouring out more information about himself than he’d told anyone in his entire life.

Two days later, Hitoshi perfected one of the hardest maneuvers to learn after only a month. Aizawa had given him that weird smiling-but-not-smiling thing of his and reached out. He initially flinched away, expecting the worst but the hand just slowed down. A moment later, it dropped onto his head and ruffled his hair. Hitoshi did not tear up. He didn’t, really. If there was one lesson his father taught him that stuck was that crying meant vulnerability and weakness. However, Hitoshi did feel lightheaded at the sudden affection.

Aizawa ever-observant kept it on his head a moment or two too long before letting go, nodding in the direction of their jungle gym, telling him to get going.

The next couple of months passed pretty much the same. Slowly, Aizawa integrated casual affections into their interactions. Whenever Hitoshi did something well, Aizawa ruffled his hair. When Hitoshi smiled, Aizawa gave it back. Eventually, when Hitoshi started to open up, Aizawa did the same - it was a sign of trust. They were going good - Aizawa and Hitoshi had what he was slightly afraid to call a father-son dynamic, Hitoshi was already admitted into the hero course, Aizawa was getting through physical therapy steadily and surely.

And then Aizawa came into their usual weekend breaks to the cat cafe with a manilla folder. Hitoshi was pressed against the back of the cat cafe, sipping at the strong coffee he had ordered when he arrived, stroking the back of the tabby on his lap, reading the latest comic he got his hands on. When the little ding of the door closing rang out, he lifted his head out of the pages to see who it was. Aizawa lifted a hand in greeting, heading straight to him rather than get his usual strong coffee and retrieval of his favorite cat.

Immediately, Hitoshi felt a pit rise in his stomach. This was it, this was where Aizawa decided Hitoshi wasn’t fit to be in the hero’s life anymore, wasn’t fit to be a hero, that he had come to his senses and Hitoshi would be nothing more than a low-life villain. He stuffed the comic back into his bookbag, careful with it despite the way his hands were starting to shake and he was getting light-headed. “Aizawa-Sensei? Is everything okay?”

Aizawa slid into the seat across from him, “Everything’s fine, Hitoshi. Take a deep breath for me, okay?” He didn’t want to take a deep breath. What he wanted was for Aizawa to just rip the bandage off so he could leave. One of Aizawa’s hands disappeared from view for a moment before coming back with one of the fidget toys he kept around for his kids. In a sign of peace, he put it in the middle of the table and Hitoshi took it, swiftly working it over with practiced ease.

It worked well to calm him down enough to hear what Aizawa wanted to tell him. “What’s in the folder, Sensei?”

The teacher flipped it around so that it was facing Hitoshi before opening it. “See for yourself, kid.” Staring back at Hitoshi in big bold letters were the words ‘Report of Adoption.’ The world stopped as Hitoshi read through it all. His biological parents had been contacted and had signed over custody already, Aizawa and Yamada’s information were nearly completely filled out except for the very last signature, which left only Hitosh’s section empty.

“Are...Are you serious?” He couldn’t look away from the papers, going through them over and over again just to make sure he wasn’t missing anything. Surely, there was his mother’s signature and then his father’s. On the other page, neat Shouta Aizawa stood above Hizashi Yamada.

Aizawa nodded, “I’m completely serious. It’s only logical considering your living arrangements and the multitude of arising issues as you enter the hero course next year. Hitoshi, you deserve to have someone who cares about you and whether you make it home safely or not. Hizashi and I have already spoken it over and we’ve contacted our lawyers. Before we continue anything else, I needed to tell you. Do you consent to being adopted by Hizashi and I?”

Did he consent? Did he consent to being taken in by the hero that kept Hitoshi going his entire childhood? Did he consent from having to leave the one place that was always home to him to move to a brand new location, a brand new layout, a brand new family? Everything between them would change again. He would have to readjust, find himself and where their limits were - surely, they would have rules and strict No’s for him. Maybe they’d regret adopting him not even a week into their legal adoption and then it’d all be for nothing. Maybe Eri would fear him and he’d leave. Not that he’d mind it. Eri and her had interacted plenty of times but he knew he made the little girl uncomfortable.

But Hitoshi wanted it. He wanted it more than he’s ever wanted anything in his entire life. Hitoshi wanted to wake up to Hizashi’s singing in the mirrors as he cooked breakfast. He wanted to wake up to his own cat pressed against his side. He wanted to step out of his room in the morning, dressed for the hero course, and see Eri leaving her own room, smiling up at him while he smiled down. He wanted to be able to walk home with Aizawa after training rather than have to go separate ways every day. Above all else, Hitoshi just wanted to be loved.

“I- I consent.” Aizawa’s smile was toothy and a little lopsided but Hitoshi didn’t really see it past his own tears. He hadn’t cried since he was six and had scraped his knee badly enough to need a hospital trip. This was the biggest thing in his life, the biggest change surpassing the hero course with ease.

The cat had already scurried off, leaving Hitoshi’s hands and lap free once he dropped the fidget toy. He stood up, rounding to Aizawa’s side. The hero stood up as well, and Aizawa reached a hand out to ruffle his hair no doubt. No more did Hitoshi flinch but he didn’t let the hand reach him. Instead, Hitoshi threw himself forward, wrapping his arms tight around Aizawa’s shoulders, tucking his head in the crook of his arm and Aizawa’s neck. Aizawa returned the hug, holding on even tighter than Hitoshi was, one hand on his back and the other curled around purple hair.

He let the emotions and relief finally escape him, completely silent sobs racking his body as he went limp, letting the hero hold his weight for him. Aizawa grunted, planting his feet more strategically before shushing him, “I’ve got you, Hitoshi, you’re safe, you’re okay.”

Aizawa didn’t budge under Hitoshi’s weight - even if the teen was nearly as tall and as heavy as the hero was, steadily starting to surpass him even. For nearly five minutes they stood there, Aizawa supporting both their weights, talking softly to Hitoshi the entire time, telling him to let it out, that he would be there and so would Hizashi no matter what Hitoshi needed. Unfortunately, Aizawa’s straining muscles eventually caused them to both slide to the floor, still gripping each other tight, Hitoshi slack in his arms.

They didn’t need to move anytime soon so Aizawa let the kid remain there. After all, it was about damn time Hitoshi got some well-earned affection.

#shinsou hitoshi #aizawa shouta #hannah's writing

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ilovefanfics2019 · 4 years

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Her own path

Part 6: Class 1A. Younger? A plan.

Warning: Mention of Eri's bad dream/vision, de-ageing of a character, mention of pain, mention of cuts and bruises, Shigaraki being a bad father, some fluff, three caring villains, mention of Dadzawa, mumrogiri, soft Toga, soft Dabi, Shindenki implied, Tododeku implied and KiriBakugo implied.

Characters: Shigara, All For One, Kurogiri, Toga, Dabi, Shinsou, Aizawa, Present Mic, Eri, Mirio, Class 1A and Y/n

Description: Class 1A find out about Eri's dream/vision, something bad happens to Y/n and three caring villains come up with a plan to help Y/n.

Sorry I haven't updated a lot but I've been in and out of hospital with a family member so I haven't had chance to write but hopefully I will be able to update regularly. Please don't hesitate to comment or message me with any ideas you may have that I could use in upcoming chapters. Please enjoy🥰

Third person pov

The next day the sun shone through the windows of everyone wake them up so they could start a brand new day. People going about their daily business, heros going to the agency to get ready for patrols and the birds chirping sweet tunes.

The erasermic family woke up ready and excited to start the day well only two of them showed it, the other two looked sleepy as ever but don't get me wrong they were excited they just didn't show it. They set of to UA ready help get the festival ready to start. They weren't the only ones to arrive at UA early the other teachers also arrived early to help set up the festival. The erasermic family set of to the dorms to check on the students.

The eraser mic family arrived at the class 1A dorm and could hear muffled sounds from the other side.

"It looks like their awake and ready for the day" muttered Shinsou. Aizawa knocked on the door and the muffling seemed to quieten down and shuffling towards the door could be heard. The door opens to reveal Midoriya who looked as happy as always and behind him all of class 1A and Mirio sitting in the common room who looking like they were talking about how excited they were about the festival. The erasermic family walked in followed by Midoriya who closed the door behind them.

"Morning Everyone" Mic shouted which startled all of the students include Midoriya who was making his way over to one of the sofas. The student all replied with their own versions of morning to the loud teacher.

"Good morning students we are here to drop Eri off whilst we help the other teachers set up for the festival, so make sure you don't hurt her or lose her or eles" Aizawa informed his class with a glare which made the class nod their heads with most of them having a look of fear of their faces. Mic managed to drag his husband before he scared the kids to death whilst saying a goodbye to both Eri and Shinsou before leaving them with class 1A.

Shinsou pov

After the door closed Denki rushed over to me engulfing me into hug and giving me a kiss which I tensed up at before slowly returning the affections.

"Hi everyone" cheered Eri which a huge smile which seemed to make everyone including Bakugo melt. Everyone returned the greeting in their own way.

"So how are you doing this morning my lovely boyfriend" Denki whisper to me in my ear whilst still clinging on to me.

"In fine" I replied quietly.

"So Eri are you excited for the festival" Mina beamed with a close eyed smile.

"Yes" Eri replied just as cheerily as Mina whilst me and Denki sat down on the couch. Then everyone started to talk in the own little groups Midoriya and his boyfriend Todoroki with Mirio, Bakugo and his boyfried Kirishima, the girls with Eri and the boys talking with me and Denki, well Denki was talking I just imputed now and then. We then were all startled by the girls shouting at me.

"Shinsou you never told us you were getting another little sister" all the girls cried out. Everyone all turned to me with a look of shock across the faces.

"W-what" I stuttered confused.

"Eri told us that you were" Uraraka exclaimed excitedly. Eri looked towards me with a smile her eyes filled with happiness.

"Umm Eri why don't you go to your room you have here and pick out a nice dress for the festival and I'll come and help you in a minute okay?" I asked Eri.

"Sure" she cried out before making her way out of the common room giggling as I turned back towards everyone.

"So what Eri said is not exactly true" I addressed to the group before me.

"What do you mean by that?" Kirishima questioned me with a confused look.

"Well last night at dinner Eri was spacing out, thinking about something that was on her mind and obviously me and my dads asked her if she if she was okay and what was wrong but her replied made us worried a bit because, becaus-" I stated before trailing off at the end.

"Becasue of what?" Denki exclaimed leaning in closer to me with everyone waiting to see what I would say.

"Becasue she said she has this weird dream that she thought that might be a real vision" I exclaimed with worry lacing my tone.

"W-what sort of vision?" Midoriya stuttered. All of them looked at me again with their eyes begging me to continue. I sighed before telling them what Eri told me and my dads last night.

"Wow that's a weird dream to have sounds more like a nightmare" Sero pointed out.

"I know, me and my dads still don't know what that is about and don't tell anyone else about this I'm trusting you guys because you mean a lot to Eri" I stated.

"Of course we won't we all adore Eri" Uraraka cheered whilst all of the other nodded in agreement.

"Also last night before I went to sleep I hear my dads and Eri talking. Eri made wish on a shooting star which she wants to come true and shocked my dads to the core" I exclaimed the class leaned in waiting for me to continue.

"She wished for a sister a little bit older than her but younger then me" I declared.

"So what did your dads say" asked Denki with excitement.

"Well when they left Eri's room and went to theirs I heard them talking about it. Mic seemed happy about having another but Aizawa on the other hand not so much but still consider it, they both seemed to agree to talk about it more at a later date" I stated before finishing with a sigh.

"I hope they do I think it would be super manly for Eri to have a sister to play with" kirishima yelled which everyone agreed with.

"Well I better go and help Eri" I blurted before waking out of the common room to go and help Eri leaving the class and Mirio to their own devices.

Third pov

Class 1A and Mirio sat there is in thought before going to their own dorms to get ready.

~Meanwhile at the league of villains base~

Y/n woke up to Kurogiri shaking her up to get ready and telling her that Shigaraki wanted to see her after breakfast. After breakfast Y/n made her way to see Shigaraki.

~With Shigaraki~

All For One and Shigaraki were talking to one another about the plan they had for today.

"I'm a bit worried about the plan today" All For One stated.

"Whys that" asked Shigaraki confused.

"I'm worried that Y/n might do something to ruin the plan" All For One sighed which Shigaraki nodded his head to agree with.

"So how are we going to prevent that?" Shigaraki asked.

"Well I have an idea, you see children are much more easy to control and manipulate when their very young" exclaimed All For One.

"But Y/n is young" remark Shigaraki.

"Yes she is but not young another to control and manipulate if she refuses to cooperate which we have already seen with our own eyes" All For One informed Shigaraki.

"What can we do? It's not like we can make her younger?" Shigaraki questioned with a confused look.

"Ahh but we can" proclaimed All For One

"How?" Shigaraki asked confused.

"With one of the quirks I have. It's called de-ageing" All For One declared whilst Shigaraki gave him a confused look.

"Let me explain. This quirk allows me to de-age my victims with one touch. I decide what age I want them to be de-age to and once I do its irverable meaning no one can reverse the victims back to their actual age. The victim still have the same memories and mind of the actual age they once were, they are also still able to grow up" All For One explained.

"So your going to use it to de-age Y/n so that it's easier to control and manipulate her?" Shigaraki asked.

"Yes. Today the day were the symbol of peace has his last breath" crackled All For One which Shigaraki also did. They both then were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in" command Shigaraki.

Y/n pov

After hearing Shigaraki command I walked in, the door closing with a bang behind me. I stood in front of All For One and Shigaraki waiting to see what they wanted to talk to me about.

"So as you know today is the day that we put the plan into action" All For One informed which I just nodded my head yes to.

"But there is a problem we have come across" stated All For One turning to face me.

"That problem is to do with you my dear daughter" exclaimed Shigaraki also turning to face me.

I'm a problem what do they mean by that?

I kept think of different things that could mean, I was worried but did show that to them I just kept up my blank dull state.

"You see my dear you could easily do things that we don't want you to do" exclaimed All For One, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"You see in order to make sure this plan is a success you need to be younger in order for us to control you more easily" proclaimed Shigaraki.

"And to do that I need to use my de-ageing quirk on you on my dear" declared All For One before explain to me what the quirk was. After he was done explain I was shaking with fear. Shigaraki stood behind me holding by my neck with his pinky finger not touching me whist All For One stalked towards me slowly. Once he was in front of me his hand slowly reach towards my head whilst he started to speak again.

"Don't worry my dear it won't hurt ... not that much anyway" he chuckled before touching my head with his hand.

As soon as he touch my head pain started to flow all through my body. Shigaraki let go of my neck which made me crumple to the the floor. My body felt like is was getting squashed. I could feel my bones shrinking, I could hear ringing in my ears and I felt like I was on fire. I squeezed my eyes shut hoping that it would help with the pain but it didn't. After about what felt like a hour of pain even though it was a minute the pain suddenly stopped. My body felt different from what I could tell. I definitely felt like i was small. I opened my eyes to see All For One and Shigaraki looking down at me, Shigaraki had a wicked smile on his face.

"It worked" Shigaraki chuckled evily whilst I struggle to my feet, it took me a few seconds but I managed to stand steadily on my feet. I then notice that I had indeed shrunk as I was much more shorted than before as I used to be up to Shigaraki upper half but now I was half way up to his legs.

Third pov

All For One put his hand on Y/n back and pushed her towards a mirror. She could now see how much she changed. Her face looked younger than before with still the same cuts and bruises as before, but they looked bigger now due to her face being a bit smaller. Her arm and legs were shorter and also liked her face had the same cuts and bruises but bigger. Her hair was still the same colour but now was longer in length as in now almost touched the floor. The girl now instead of being 11 years old was now a 4 year old. All For One and Shigaraki was please with the result as they now thought it would be easier to control and manipulate her.

Oh how wrong they are.

After Y/n transformation Shigaraki lead the girl back to her room before then going to get Kurogiri and explain the situation to him. After Shigaraki turn around and left, a very shocked and worried Kurogiri rushed to Y/n room only to be met with a now 4 year old version of the form 11 year old. Kurogiri hugged the young girl and kept muttering 'sorry' over and over again as he could believe the All For One would go this far and that Shigaraki would let this happen to his own flesh and blood. Toga and Dabi can to the room after eavesdropping on All For One and Shigaraki earlier. The three caring villains managed to find some clothes to put on her new small form but they were baggy with the t-shirt looking like a dress on her and the short sort of fitting her due to Toga managing to pin them up. After Dabi and Toga left Kurogiri checked the younger girl cuts and bruises over, the cut on her back looked much more bigger than before now the girl was smaller.

After leaving the small girl in her room Kurogiri, Toga and Dabi met up were they started to plan a way to help the girl get away. They end up coming up with a somewhat sort of a plan. Toga and Dabi packed a backpack with all the girls things that she had in her room that she owned. Toga gave the backpack to Kurogiri who put in a file that had all information about Y/n which included her background. He then let it hang in one of his warp gates ready for the plan. The three villains all joined the other villains in the main area where Shigaraki was also was waiting with Y/n by his side. He then commanded Kurogiri to use his warp gates which they all walked through ready for the fight ahead with all different thoughts in their heads.

Shigaraki thinks about finally ending the symbol of peace. The other villains thinking about how they can't wait to fight some heros. Kurogiri, Toga and Dabi hopping that Y/n will choose the right choice in order for their plan to work. Y/n thinking about what to do. Everyone hopping the fight will be over as soon as is starts especial Y/n who doesn't want to fight.

But little does Y/n know her fight is just beginning.

#bnha x y/n #bnha x reader #my hero academia x you #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia #bnha eraserhead #bnha shigaraki #bnha shinsou #bnha fanfiction #bnha kurogiri #bnha villains #mha league of villains #x child!reader

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souridealist · 3 years

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....I might advise subscribing to my ao3 if you want fic updates because I am, it appears, quite bad at this. There’ll be a post for the other, non-BNHA fic that I also forgot to crosspost in a little bit. Link goes to all of them, for you to select as you please, and hopefully not get utterly swallowed by the tumblr algorithm.

In order of me forgetting to crosspost them:

answer the question Bakugo/Midoriya/Shinso/Uraraka. 24k, E, consensual underage-by-American-standards sex. Polyamory negotiations (not a perfect square but everyone is happy), consensual mind control, light class 1A shenanigans, no plot.

Not only did some fucking jackass suggest Truth or Dare, but goddamn Kaminari looks over at the newest addition to the class and says, “Oh, shit, Shinso, we could use your quirk too, right?”

“Huh?” say about six people at once in ragged chorus.

“Yeah!” Kaminari says. “Didn’t you say you’d figured out how to make people talk while you Brainwash them? You could totally do that.”

grabbed it by its scrawny neck and made it work for you Gen, 2.5k, T. Midoriya character study ft. Uraraka, Eri, Aizawa, and Bakugo’s impact in absentia. Three canon divergence vignettes where Midoriya does not become the bearer of One for All, and ends up part of the hero world anyway.

“Hey, you’re Eraserhead and Eri, right?” The man who greets them at his office door has a white coat over a T-shirt and jeans, and three pencils and a pen stuck through his curly green ponytail. “It’s great to meet you, come in.”

“Just Mr. Aizawa,” Aizawa says, accepting the offered hand. “I’m not here as a hero.”

“Just a father, right,” the young man says. Aizawa’s expression softens infinitesimally; Eri’s shoulders untense a bit. “Mr. Aizawa, then. Well, um, it’s an honor either way, I really admire your work.” He shakes Eri’s hand too. “And I’m excited to meet you too, Eri. I’m Dr. Midoriya. Do you want to sit?”

“Aren’t you a little young to be a doctor?” Aizawa asks, raising his eyebrows. Eri glances up at him — not far up, she’s tall for a teenage girl — and then away.

“A little, yeah,” Dr. Midoriya admits, sheepish more than anything else. “I got kind of obsessive about my thesis, I guess.”

who gets the best of you? Midoriya & Bakugo, Midoriya & Toga. Gen...ish, 3k, not rated. Kind of an unofficial companion fic to the above; another quirkless Midoriya canon divergence, much closer in time to the canon.

“Stain is a killer and I hope he gets arrested. But he can be a bad person and still make some really good points. Anti-quirkless discrimination is a real problem — I’m quirkless, actually, I’ve been dealing with it my whole life.” The boy on the screen twitches a little when he says it, in the way that people do when they’re trying to pretend that they’re not using all their courage. “It’s also really bad for people with unsettling or hard-to-classify quirks. Especially with quirks where it’s hard to define use, or that have side effects that don’t wear off. But what I’ve been thinking about lately is that, um…” He takes a deep breath. “I don’t think the hero system is always very good for heroes, either.”

A Partial List of Things Class 1-A Thinks Aizawa Doesn’t Know About Gen with minor relationships, 600 word listfic. Thirty things that Aizawa most definitely knows about.

1. Yaoyorozu has figured out how to synthesize moonshine. 2. Ashido snuck Eri a bag of candy almost as big as Eri is, which Eri hid in the back of her closet for a week before eating herself sick. 3. Todoroki ruined a communal frying pan by trying to cook with his quirk while the stove was in use.

in the dark that nourishes Midoriya/Bakugo, 1.2k, G, unabashed fluff with a slight meditation on chronic pain.

Kacchan, a featureless lump on the bed, makes a snuffly inquisitive grumble-noise. “Took you long enough.”

Izuku ducks his head, smiling into the dark. “Were you waiting for me?” he asks. They haven’t really talked about how they keep ending up in each other’s rooms at night, not yet. They’re still learning how to give voice to things. Something else Izuku’s learned how to do by trying it under live fire first.

“Course I was, c’mere.” Kacchan’s grumpiness hasn’t fooled Izuku in months, but when Kacchan’s half-asleep like this the pretense becomes paper-thin. He sticks one hand out of his covers and gestures at Izuku, as if he can grab him and pull him closer. Izuku checks the door again and then heads over, tugging at the blankets until he can burrow underneath. Kacchan growls blearily at him: “Cold.”

expats from last year M, 3.8k, accidental voyeurism, consensual under-18 sex. Midoriya/Bakugo from the perspective of two of Bakugo’s middle school friends, who run into them during their second year at UA and have kind of a weird afternoon.

Sugimoto tracks down Bakugo sitting on the edge of Midoriya’s table, so, yeah, Midoriya’s still the same weird little pest. While Sugimoto and Maeda are shouldering their way through the crowd, Bakugo grabs Midoriya’s smoothie and takes a long, blatant pull. Sugimoto muffles a snort; Midoriya didn’t even try to stop him.

“Hey, Bakugo!” Sugimoto calls, waving. Bakugo’s head jerks up.

“What?” he snaps. Yeah, same as ever.

“Hey, man,” Maeda echoes. “Hey, Midoriya.”

“Hi, guys!” Midoriya says, smiling dopily up at them. “Sugimoto and Maeda, right? It’s been a while.”

“Sure has,” Sugimoto says, and looks back to Bakugo. “What’re you up to lately, man? Got UA terrorized?”

naked in your body and your thought E, 13k, dubcon by way of mutual involuntary sex pollen, under-18 sex, manga spoilers. It’s as much truth serum fic as sex pollen fic, with a side order of trapped-in-a-shipping-crate-together. As one does.

“This,” she says, still with her fingers down Kacchan’s throat, “is my quirk. Unleash.” Her smile, already cruel, grows sharper. “I can secrete a powerful disinhibitor. This should be a pretty effective dose.”

“What do you think is going to happen?” Izuku asks. His voice is steady and not quite his.

“If I leave you in here with a hopped-up crazy?” she asks, and pulls something out of her pocket. Izuku squints. It’s a cheap stick-to-the-wall camera, everything disposable except the digital chip. A toy, pretty much. People use them for selfies, or give them to little kids to play with. She slams it onto the steel wall, high up by the ceiling. “I think I’ll get some nice footage of one UA student killing another, is what I think.”

#bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bkdk #dkbk #midoriya izuku #bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #shinso hitoshi #shinsou hitoshi #aizawa shouta #toga himiko #uraraka ochako #feel like there's not a ship tag for the ot4 that anyone is checking #fanfic #bnha fanfic #I don't know what the tag system is I have never been in a loop in my life #long post

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rareficsnstuff · 5 years

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Babysitting [Shinsou, Mirio (Eri)]

Summary: Shinsou’s left as a last-minute babysitter for Eri and the poor guy has no idea what to do. But never fear! Lemillion is here! Mirio suggests a game they can all play, but Shinsou’s never been the type to get into playful moods. Mirio can help with that.

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“Just keep an eye on here while I’m gone, alright, Shinsou? Stay with her until I get back. You don’t need to do anything special; just make sure she doesn’t die.”

“Yes, Mr. Aizawa.”

It was an odd set of orders to give to a babysitter, and would probably come across as careless to anyone listening, but Aizawa cared; he just wasn’t one to flaunt his concerns. Aizawa and the other faculty had a meeting to discuss the current situation of the school and the hero community in general and needed someone last-second to watch Eri. Usually, the task went to a delighted Mirio, but he was currently at the hospital getting a follow up examination. So now, here he was; left alone to watch a little girl he knew next to nothing about. He had no idea how to interact with kids in general (let alone girls).

They were sitting in the living room, Shinsou in an arm chair, and Eri on the floor in front of the coffee table hard at work on a jigsaw puzzle. He watched her, unsure of what to do. For the moment, she seemed pretty content, but what was he supposed to do when she finished? He figured he should probably try talking to her…

“You tell me if you start getting hungry, okay?” he asked flatly.

“Yes, mister… um..?”

“What is it?”

“I don't know your name… sir…” Her voice was getting smaller and less sure. Crap. Was he scaring her already? How do kids even work?

“Shinsou.” The reply was blunt, but he tried to make his voice soft.

“Mr. Shinsou,” she tried. Her eyes seemed to register some kind of understanding, as though she truly intended to commit this to memory.

Eri returned to her puzzle and a long silence followed as Shinsou continued to watch her, elbow propped up on the chair arm and his head resting on his fist. She was almost finished, just a few more pieces left. When she got down to the last piece, her pale eyebrows furrowed in slight concern. All the pieces on the table had been put into place, but there was a hole in the picture. That meant the last piece was missing. She began looking around the floor a little frantically and Shinsou stood up, taking that as his cue to help.

“There it is,” he said, getting up as he spotted the stray piece on the kitchen tiles a few feet away. “It must have been kicked over here at some point. Her eyes brightened when he held the piece out to her and there was a slight bounce to her step as she went to retrieve it and place it in its proper position.

“Thank you…” Her voice was soft and airy, and there was something distant in it as she stared blankly at the finished picture, like she didn’t know what to do with herself now. Shinsou suddenly felt very awkward again.

At that moment, the front door opened and a bulky blonde walked in.

“Mr. Lemillion!” Eri squealed, rushing to his side and taking one of his giant hands in both of her tiny ones and shaking it excitedly. Her face instantly lit up – a stark contrast to what it was a moment ago.

“Hi, Eri!” he exclaimed brightly, taking her wrist in his fist and lifting her off the ground and poking her in the stomach, making her swat at the offending hand as she giggled in glee. Shinsou watched from afar, a little stiffly. How did he do that so naturally? With this guy here, she was fine now, so… should he leave? No. Aizawa told him to stay until he got back. He might get in trouble if he left now. So… What?

“Who’s your friend, kiddo?” Mirio asked, finally noticing Shinsou.

“That’s Mr. Shinsou,“ Eri replied, a bit bashful now.

“Ah,” said Mirio simply before approaching him and offering a hand. “Togata Mirio! I’m a third year here. You’re a first year?”

“Yes. Shinsou Hitoshi,” he replied accepting his hand in greeting. Mirio grinned.

“So, what have you and the little one been up to, huh?” Shinsou opened his mouth to speak but Eri beat him to it.

“Mr. Lemillion, look! Look!” she said, excitedly pulling him towards her finished puzzle.

“Wow, Eri! Did you put this big puzzle together all by yourself?!” The puzzle was a fairly impressive one thousand-piece depiction of a starry galaxy. A beautiful thing when it was all put together, but not the sort of puzzle you might expect to see a little girl laboring over.

“Yes! I just finished it! The last piece was missing and I got really sad, but Mr. Shinsou found it in the kitchen!” she said joyfully.

“Well, that was nice of him, wasn’t it?” Shinsou had reclaimed his position in the arm chair and looked awkwardly out the window as the two conversed.

“SO!” Miro said suddenly. “What do you guys wanna do?” At this, Shinsou looked back at the two, a little surprised to be included in their potential activities.

“What?” he said. But the low inquiry was overpowered by Eri’s excited suggestions.

“Hide and seek! Tag!” Mirio laughed at her indecisiveness.

“Which one, Eri,” he chuckled.

“Umm… BOTH!”

“Haha! Alright, how about this: FLASHLIGHT TAG!” he exclaimed, thrusting a fist into the air. Eri tilted her head in confusion and Shinsou merely blinked.

“Well turn out all the lights and the person who’s it will have a flashlight. They count to… 40 while the others hide anywhere they want. The seeker looks for them with their flashlight and once they’re spotted, the hider has till the count of thee to get a head start running. They’re not out until they’re tagged by the seeker. Whada’ya guys think? Sound like fun?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes! Let’s play, Mr. Lemillion! Let’s play!” Eri cheered.

“Wait. I’m not-“

“Alright, so who should be it first, Eri?” Mirio asked, ignoring Shinsou’s objection.

“Could I be it first?” asked Eri, timidly.

“Sure! Bur you’ll have to go easy on me. I’m not too good at hide and seek…” Mirio feigned. Eri giggled.

“ Okay!” Mirio found a flashlight in one of the kitchen drawers and gave it to Eri who immediately tested it joyfully.

“Okay, guys, let’s get all the lights. Oh, yeah! There’s one more rule: the one who’s it will count in the bathroom – with the lights on, turning them off when they leave. Any other time throughout the game, the bathroom is a safe-zone. Got it?!”

“Right!”

“Uh… excuse me-“ Shinsou tried.

“C’mon, man, help me get the lights,” said Mirio, grabbing his wrist and tugging him off the chair.

“Mirio Senpai, I don’t want to play. I’m only here because Mr. Aizawa asked me to stay with Eri until he got back.”

“All the more reason to play since you don’t have anywhere else to be! It’ll be fun! Loosen up a little, huh,” Mirio encouraged, patting his junior’s back. Resigned to his fate, Shinsou began making his way throughout the rooms, turning out all the lights. When they were all out, Eri went into the bathroom.

“O-ne, t-wo, th-ree…” she counted.

“Okay, let’s go!” Mirio whispered eagerly to Shinsou. He tiptoed away into the darkness and Shinsou almost found it comical to see such a big guy trying to move so delicately. Almost. The first year also made his way into the deeper rooms, searching – none too enthusiastically – for his own place to hide.

“40!” Eri exclaimed. Shinsou heard the click of the bathroom light and there were several seconds of scuttling noises as she searched the rooms around him. He saw the beam of the flashlight as she passed by him. Apparently, his hiding spot was at least halfway decent. She didn’t notice him. He still couldn’t believe he was doing this; he felt ridiculous. A second later, Eri was giggling.

“Mr. Lemillion, I can see your butt.” Mirio gasped over dramatically.

“Oh no! I’ve been discovered!” Shinsou rolled his eyes. The was an obnoxious clattering noise as Mirio scrambled to run.

“One, two, THREE!” Eri called, giggling again as the chase began. The cacophony that followed was astounding. Like a small stampede, Mirio stumbled his way through the hall, into the living room, through to the kitchen, and back again with Eri hot on his heels. It sounded like every turn he made sent him into a wall, or furniture, or to the floor. At one point, the sound he caused could have meant all three, one after the other. Eri sounded like she was having the time of her life.

The best crash by-far was what sounded like Mirio trying to hurtle the couch in an attempt to evade his tiny pursuer. Evidently, he didn’t quite clear it. Shinsou had no idea the sound of someone face planting could be so funny. One corner of his mouth twitched.

“Gotcha!” laughed Eri. Mirio groaned dramatically.

“AW MAN! You’re too good at this, Eri!” he whined. “Well, now all you have to do is find Shinsou and you win!”

“Yeah!” Eri set off again in search of her other target, this time with Mirio in tow. Shinsou could hear them getting closer. It wouldn’t be long before he was found. Not that it mattered; this was just a stupid kid’s game anyways. And there was the momentary blindness of the flashlight beam in his face.

“Hi, Mr. Shinsou!”

“Hello.”

“Squeezed yourself between the wall and the fridge, huh?” said Mirio. Shinsou sighed. “Three seconds to run now, buddy.”

“One, two…” Shinsou made a bit of a show of trying to squeeze out of his hiding spot and wasted two of his precious three seconds. By the time Eri reached three, he had only managed to make it off the tiled floor of the kitchen before he felt a little hand tap his forearm. Good. He was able to get that over with quickly.

“Gotcha, Mr. Shinsou!”

“You sure did.”

“Dude… that was just… sad. Did you even try?” Mirio judged.

“Mr. Lemillion, you should be it next!”

“Sure!”

“Wait, we’re playing again?” Shinsou asked as Mirio took the flashlight from Eri.

“Of course we are! And you’re gonna have fun!” he accented with a light poke to Shinsou’s stomach. The flinch it produced didn’t go unnoticed by the elder.

“Better hide ~ ” he sang as he disappeared into the bathroom. Eri squeaked and scuttled off to hide when Mirio began counting.

Shinsou was at a loss for what to do. He suddenly felt a lot more uncomfortable about this whole thing. But, against his better judgment, he started looking for a new hiding spot.

“40! Here I come ~ “

For several minutes, all Shinsou could hear was Mirio moving around from room to room. This was really boring.

“Hi there!” Eri shrieked in delight before Mirio started counting. Under the sound of her giggling, Shinsou heard the soft thuds of her feet as she quickly retreated and they were soon joined by Mirio’s own heavy footsteps. The game of cat-and-mouse went on for a minute more before Eri’s happy shriek rang out again.

“C’mere, missy!”

“Naha – Nooohoho! Gehehahaa!” Eri was full-on laughing now. What was gong on? Shinsou was getting more nervous by the second.

“Alright, kiddo, let’s go find Shinsou.” Why was his heart beating faster? Their footsteps were getting closer and closer before they suddenly stopped. Eri giggled again, but was quickly hushed by Mirio. The beam of the flashlight disappeared.

For a moment, everything was so still and quiet, you could have heard a pin drop.

“Boo!”

“Gyaa!” All at once, the flashlight’s beam and Mirio’s far-too-proud-of-himself face was in his field of vision, Mirio having thrown himself to hang over the desk Shinsou was hiding under to peak over at him.

“This is really the best you could do? Oh well- THREE SECONDS, MAN! BETTER RUN!” Mirio shouted. Once again, Shinsou made a show of escaping his hiding place, pushing the desk chair aside and crawling out on his hands and knees. By the time he stood up, Mirio had finished counting.

“Dude, you gotta put up a better fight than that. If you don’t star running, I’m gonna tag you and you’re gonna lose.”

“But it’s just a game.” Mirio stepped back, crossing one arm over his waist and brought his other hand up to his mouth in a thoughtful pose.

“Mmn… Maybe you just need some motivation… Okay, how’bout this: run or else…!” he finished, placing his hands on his hips. Okay, now that was a threat. But what kind? What in the world did he mean by that?

“Huh?” Shinsou was lost. However, when Mirio brought his hands up and formed claws, the younger suddenly understood.

“Wha-?!” Sneaking a wink at Eri, Mirio started counting again.

“Oooooone ~ ”

“You can’t be serious..”

“Better scram ~ . Twoooo ~ .” That was enough for Shinsou. He bolted.

“Three!” And there was the horrifying sound of pounding footsteps coming steadily closer. Shinsou was suddenly in full-panic mode.

“Go away!” He turned a corner a little too quickly and slipped on the polished wooden floorboards, sending him into the wall. This mistake caused his downfall and Mirio caught him, gripping one of his wrists and shoulders, throwing him to the floor.

“Go away? But that’s not how this game is played.” He didn’t know why he hadn’t done this from the beginning, but that didn’t matter now. It worked. Mirio froze.

“I can’t blame you. I mean, we’ve only just met; how could you know how my quirk worked. Anyways, get off me and let me go,” Shinsou ordered. Obediently, his senpai climbed off him and stood to his feet, allowing Shinsou to stand as well. His relief was short-lived, though, as Eri chose that moment to round the corner quickly, running full-force into Mirio’s leg and snapping him out of the trance.

“Huh, wh- wha-?” Mirio sputtered. Shinsou’s eyes widened.

“Mr. Lemillion, what’s going on? Did you win yet?” Eri asked, rubbing her nose. Mirio glanced down at her and a grin formed on his face.

“Not yet, but ooooh, I’m gonna!” he teased, turning his gaze to his stunned Kohai.

“Leave me alone,” Shinsou tried, thinking he still had a chance to put his quirk to use here. Regrettably, Mirio said nothing; simply continuing his advance. The younger stepped back, feeling much less confident now. “What are you trying to do here, anyways?!” Still nothing. Did he really figure it out already? Well, he wasn’t going to take any chances here. He ran for it again, but this time he didn’t make it nearly as far. The same move he used before, and Shinsou was on the ground again. Déjà vu.

“No, no, please!” And all at once, it started: ten strong fingers dug into his ribs, burrowing and squeezing.

The sound was more along the lines of coughing and choking than laughter at first. But the sensations shooting up his torso was enough of a distraction that he couldn’t hope to use his quirk now. He was doomed.

“Oh, no you don’t! I told you you’re gonna have fun. Now laugh, mister!” Mirio cheered as he wormed his fingers under his Kouhai’s arms.

“Nahahahaaa! Noho, STOP IHIHIT!” That giddy, panicked feeling fizzled in the pit of Shinsou’s stomach. Somehow, that tickled too and it made Mirio’s tickling even worse. His nerves were suddenly more sensitive, firing off like little fire crackers and popping the bubbles of laughter in his throat.

“Haha! Gotcha!” said Mirio triumphantly and beside them, Eri was giggling happily as she bounced on her toes.

“Pleahese! Naa-I-he! I give uhup! You wihihihin!” Shinsou pleaded, falling steadily into hysterics.

“AaaAAAlRIGHT! I WON! WOOOHOOO!” Mirio threw his fists in the air as Eri cheered along with him. Meanwhile, Shinsou was grinning and panting, still trapped under Mirio’s weight.

“Senpai, could- could you get off me, please?” he asked shakily.

“Of course, giggles!” he emphasized with a few last squeezes to his ribs, causing the younger to cackle in surprise. But ultimately, Mirio did comply, climbing off Shinsou and taking his hand to pull him to his feet as well.

The trio stood together in comfortable silence for a moment, all with varying degrees of smiles on their faces. They were all happy and they had all had fun. Regardless of the tactics, Shinsou did appreciate the effort Mirio had put into making sure he had enjoyed himself. These sorts of occasions were rare for Shinsou.

Just then, everyone’s attention was drawn to the door which had just opened. Mr. Aizawa was back.

“Oh, Mirio. You’re here” he said simply. “Good. Could you watch Eri while Shinsou and I are out training?”

“Of course, sir! I’d be happy to!”

“Let’s get going, Shinsou.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Bye, giggles! ~ ” Shinsou blushed.

“Bye, Bye, Mr. Shinsou!” chirped Eri.

“… Bye.” And he and Mr. Aizawa were gone.

“He’s fun,” said Eri, grinning.

“Yeah.”

#bnha spoilers #my hero academia #shinsou hitoshi #mirio togata #tickle fic #not my best #sorry

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ichigopanhpff · 4 years

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BNHA Fic: Blink! Ch. 20

We’ve reach chapter 20! Does anyone really read this thing though? lol

SPOILER ALERT: This is leading up to the Redemption Arc, so there’s a bit of spoiler to the main story here. This one is a much shorter chapter compared to the last one.

Read. Ch. 19 | Masterlist

With November coming to a close, winter was in full swing. There was always something about the cold in Japan that made Ren want to bury her body under a kotatsu and hibernate. She lethargically emerged from the her warm cocoon of her bed to get ready for class. The chill of the air made her shudder aloud and rubbed her arms furiously to stay warm. Putting on her designated “home hoodie,” she grabbed her belongings to wash up downstairs. Even after fully clothed, 1-A’s resident advisor found herself moving much slower than she liked. And her monthly visitor’s cramps did little to help. She saw Asui coming down with half-lidded eyes and yawned aloud.

“I’m sorry, ribbit,” the amphibian girl apologized and rubbed one of her eyes. “Winter is always hard for me.”

“You’re preaching to the choir, Tsuyu-chan,” Ren agreed and proceeded to boil water for some tea. “Would you like some? Maybe it’ll help wake you up.”

Asui slowly nodded and let out another yawn.

Leaning her head on the refrigerator door, the pink-haired girl found herself drifting asleep, only to be rudely woken up by Bakugou.

“If you’re gonna sleep, don’t do it somewhere where people need to grab stuff,” he exasperatingly refuted and pinched her cheek hard to get her to move.

The stinging from the pinch woke her up halfway as the electric kettle turned off automatically. Heaving a heavy sigh, she wobbled over to the other counter and made English Breakfast tea for herself and Asui. Adding a splash of milk and half a spoon of sugar, she stifled a yawn before sipping the hot beverage. She then handed the second cup to the napping frog girl, to which she thanked her for. Heaving a long sigh, she grabbed two pieces of toast and munched on it like a turtle.

Class went by in a blur and Ren managed to halfway wake up just as the day ended. The classroom door to 2-A suddenly slid open and revealed a very excited Ito with something in his hand.

“Everyone! The photos from the festival have been printed!” her classmate announced.

“About time!” one student chimed.

The class crowded over Ito as he opened the album and flipped through until they found the group shot of their class.

“Whoa! We look out of this world!” Tomoe exclaimed.

“I do have to say, the costume team did a wonderful job,” Seri commended. “My dress was so comfortable to move around.”

“And thanks for adding that last minute train to mine,” Ren sighed out. “It was much appreciated.”

“You’re still sensitive ‘bout that?” Tomoe asked with a tone of surprise. “Dude, let it go. Flaunt it.”

“I absolutely refuse to,” the pink-haired girl deadpanned and blushed. “I don’t want it to be bodysuit-gate all over again.”

“Speaking of your costume, Takahiro,” Ito interjected with a sly smile. “Your photo was one of the top three most requested for reprints next to Hadou-senpai’s.”

She blinked stupidly.

“I’m sorry, what now?”

“This one.” He flipped to the page where her photo had the full page spread of a mid-action shot from when she jumped off of the swing. She let out a panicked scream.

“It seems the audience was quite entranced by your wisp character,” Hayasaka remarked, staring at the photo. “Maybe it was a blessing in disguise I injured my ankle and helped backstage instead.”

“Your quirk would’ve made the wisp freakin’ legendary!” she reasoned. “I did what I could while running on 3 hours of sleep and barely remembered half the shit I did!”

“So?” Akiyama huffed. “ I was on energy drinks and was awake for nearly 36 hours making all the costume adjustments.”

“Well no matter,” Miyake disregarded. “What’s important is the festival was a huge success and we were able to pull off the performance thanks to your help, Takahiro.”

Heading back to 1-A, she found Aizawa with the Big Three and Eri-chan sitting on the couch. She overheard Aizawa saying U.A. was now in charge of her well-being. Before Ren was able to go over to say hi, Togata and Aizawa waved her, Uraraka, Midoriya, Asui and Kirishima out the door to talk.

“It seems like Eri-chan’s parents abandoned her,” their homeroom teacher revealed. “And her closest blood relative is the boss of the Hassaikai, who is currently in a coma. So she has no where to go.”

“You may have heard this from sensei, but her horn is the source of her quirk,” Togata chimed in and tapped the left part of his forehead.

“We heard it shrunk and everything was good though...” Kirishima replied.

“The horn seems to have grown a bit recently,” the third year blond revealed.

“So… we need to make sure “that” doesn’t happen again?” Ochaco asked, thinking back to what happened to Midoriya after Overhaul was taken down with Eri’s quirk.

“That’s why her transfer was U.A. rather than a foster home,” Aizawa summarized. “I’ll be watching over her in the teacher’s lounge to monitor her situation. Hopefully, we can find a way to work out her power.”

“Aizawa-sensei, it seems like you’re taking on a lot of work,” Asui said with a tone of worry.

“This is where, I, friend of Eri-chan and student-on-hiatus, come in!” Togata shouted happily with both hands on hips hero pose.

“We’ll be busy but you can visit her every once in a while,” Aizawa finalized to which those present agreed to.

“If Eri-chan’s mind and body are stable then maybe...” Amajiki clasped a hand on Togata’s shoulder. “The return of the fearless hero could be soon.”

“That’d be nice,” Togata replied with a dry laugh.

“Third years, this is sudden, but can I leave Eri with you for a bit? I have something do.”

“Of course!” Togata enthusiastically agreed.

The first years were asked to return to their dorms to receive some guests. Ren followed them back in and saw the Wild Wild Pussycats talking with the class. She remembered from the report Aizawa gave her they were there at the training camp when the villains attacked. The resident advisor politely greeted and introduced herself to the idol heroes, noticing a small boy bashfully standing with Midoriya.

Talks of their return to the spotlight and the JP Hero Billboard Chart came about; the list of heroes aggregated twice a year based on their level of contribution to society, approval ratings, popularity, etc.

The following night, everyone tuned into the official announcement of the top 10 heroes. As expected, Endeavor was in the number one spot, with Hawks moving up to second. The R.A. glanced over at the bi-hair coloured boy, unflinching and expressionless watching the ceremony. His back almost felt distant from everyone. She wanted to ask how he was feeling about all this, but didn’t want to pry into something that’s not her business.

The next day, everyone was doing their own thing in the dorms. The TV could be heard in the background as several 1-A students hung out in the common area; Ren was huddled on the corner of a couch knitting. Some of the guys were talking and joking around with a few of the girls.

Kirishima, however, was entranced and emotionally invested with how fast their R.A. was going through the yarn, trying to figure out how she was creating something tangible from a thread like magic. Stopping momentarily, she counted her stitches and clicked her tongue. Muttering under her breath, she immediately removed the needle and unraveled a row. The spiky redhead exclaimed loudly as she did it, catching her attention.

“Did something happen?” she looked up and blinked in surprise.

“Gah, you worked so hard at it and you’re taking it apart?!” Kirishima groaned out. “Just leave it!”

“It’ll be uneven if I did. Besides,” she looked down to smooth out the yarn thread before starting again. “One row is nothing. I can remake it in my sleep.”

“What are you making anyway?”

“Something for Eri-chan,” she answered mid-stitch and picked up the rhythm after figuring out where she went wrong. “Christmas is coming up and I figured I’d give this to her as a present.”

“Oh that’s right!” Ashido chimed in. “We should all do something as a class!”

“We can’t exactly go off campus to have a party,” Kaminari lamented and leaned back on the couch across. “Kacchan and Todoroki still have their provisional lessons too.”

“How about we throw a party here after those two take their licensing exam?” Ren suggested and looked up. “As for presents...”

“We can do a Secret Santa!” the pink-skinned girl excitedly proposed.

“Oh, that’s a great idea!” Hagakure agreed and clapped her hands together.

“Looks like we got a plan!” Uraraka eagerly said. “I’m getting excited!”

“Mina-chan, I’ll let you take care of the Secret Santa details then, budget and everything,” Ren directed.

“Roger!” The alien queen saluted with a wink and toothy grin before heading up to her room.

The TV suddenly turned to a breaking news screen, showing part of a city in ruins somewhere in Kyushu with the headline “Endeavor, Number One Hero, Fighting Engineered Nomu.” The camera then pans into a bloodied Endeavor laying on top of rubble. The once vibrant common room fell silent with shocked eyes on the screen. Midoriya grabbed the remote and turned up the volume to hear the newscast. Ren dropped her knitting needles and clasped her hands to her mouth.

Feeling a new presence, those sitting on the couch turned to see a shocked Todoroki staring at the TV. It was like time suddenly slowed down and all the noise faded away from the loud beating of his pulse in his ear. Ren could only look on at the boy with extreme worry.

“Todoroki!” Kirishima called, with Midoriya following right after.

“The scene here, is sadly reminiscent of the nightmare from three months ago...” the caster presented.

The camera zoomed in at the Nomu beginning to walk away, with Endeavor immediately getting back up and rushed the monster with his flames. The scene then cuts to civilians panicking and screaming as they’re trying to escape from the disaster.

“This is society without a symbol of peace!” the live voice over strongly stated.

The main entrance of the dorm bursted open, revealing Aizawa running to them.

“Todoroki...” he panted. “You already saw what’s going on?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me...” the red and white colored haired boy uttered out nervously.

“Stop saying that crap already!” A voice from the TV abruptly shouted, revealing an angry young boy on camera. “Open your eyes before you say that crap! Especially at a time like this! You still see those flames up, right?! Endeavor’s still alive and fighting! So don’t give up just cus the other guy’s gone!”

Panicked pedestrians were still pushing the boy, but he wasn’t giving up.

“He’s still out there risking it for all of us! Can’t you see?!”

The camera changed back to the aerial view they have of the fight. As the broadcast continued on, everyone watched on with bated breath, hoping for a good outcome for Todoroki’s sake. Endeavor’s flames discharged with intensity out of his body and at the Nomu. Hawks then came from behind to assist him with his feathers. By now, the newscaster had changed her tone.

“Dad...” Todoroki’s voice quivered out with strength. “I’m watching!”

All they could see on the screen was a blinding exploding supernova in the sky on the screen and in that instant, two falling figures dropped from the sky at an alarming rate. After the smoke cleared, the victor was clear.

There he was, Endeavor bloodied and beaten up holding a victorious pose with his right fist up in the air and a super crispy Nomu on the ground.

“It’s Endeavor! He’s standing tall in victory, no! Standing tall for his beginning!” the newscaster shouted in elation. The once panicking crowd then erupted into screams and cheers. The other students jumped off of their seats and ran to over to him. Any energy Todoroki had was completely zapped when he squatted down and breathed a sigh of relief and placed his hands together over his forehead. But that peace didn’t last long as the surrounding area was engulfed with blue flames.

“It’s him!” Aizawa stated. “What’s he thinking being out in the open like that?!”

“The League of Villains is here! It’s league member Dabi!” the newscaster announced. “He’s surrounded Endeavor and Hawks with a wall of flames!”

The three got into a confrontation and a fight started breaking out, but was soon broken up by Mirko’s powerful kick.

“You’re one of those League of Villains bastards ain’tcha?!” she proclaimed. “I’ll kick your ass till kingdom come!”

As fast as Dabi came, he disappeared with a black essence coming out of his mouth. And moment of silence filled the void, with only the TV caster announcing the fight was won. Heaving another soul-leaving sigh, Todoroki gathered the strength in his legs and slowly stood back up. Aizawa took him to the side to talk one-on-one. All Ren could do was look on like an outsider.

After a quick discussion, 1-A’s homeroom teacher gave special permission for him to go home for a few days. With the rest of the students retreating back to their respective rooms, Ren decided to stop by Tororoki’s to check on him. She stood in front of his room door and swallowed hard, her right hand freezing mid-air.

What kind of face would he show her?

Would he even want to talk?

Was she here as his friend, the R.A. or something else?

Gathering what courage she had, the door opened just as she was about to knock. She met his hetero-chromatic eyes expressing surprise. All she could do was stand there in stupor, unable to move.

“Ren-senpai...” he softly greeted. “Did you need something?”

“Huh? I, er, uh…” she stammered out at a higher pitch than she liked, feeling her cheeks get warm and looked down at her now fumbling hands. “I-I just wanted to see how you were d-doing and–”

She cleared her throat and calmed herself from her botched words.

“I came by to see how you were doing, that’s all,” she managed to get out and looked away.

Todoroki merely blinked at her slowly. It took him all of his willpower to not pull her into his room and embrace her. He wanted to feel her warmth to comfort him, but he had to hold back. Anyone could come out of their rooms at any moment and would misunderstand their relationship.

But… what was their relationship exactly?

He wanted to say more, but all he could default to was, “I’m fine. Aizawa-sensei’s letting me go home tomorrow to see my siblings and my dad.”

“Oh, right. I’ll… leave you to it then,” she said with a look of distance in her eyes.

Watching her small form walk away from his door, Todoroki felt that sensation bubbling up again. The tinge of pain in his chest she’ll disappear if he dared look away for one second. His hand instinctively grabbed a hold of her wrist, jolting her muscles and turned her head. He looked at her with loneliness reflecting off of his glassy gaze.

“Todo-kun?” she questioned.

Realizing what he’d done, he immediately released his hold.

“I-I’m sorry...” he whispered and grabbed his hair by the roots, looking away with shame. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

Ren slowly walked back and stood in front of him with a softened gaze.

“Just remember it’s okay to not be okay,” she gently spoke with an encouraging smile, making sure to keep a moderate distance from physical contact in case anyone saw. “You have people on your side to help.”

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