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kaidabakugou · 1 year
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bakugou would know when you’re getting sick before you even get the chance to tell him
he’d arrive home and find you cuddled up under some warm blankets while watching some rom-com, something that is not foreign for him to find you doing when he gets home late after a long day
but as soon as he leans down to give you a kiss he immediately stops in his tracks, vermilion eyes taking in every detail of your features that he’s memorized like the back of his hand. your lips already curling into a smile, mesmerized at how nothing gets past him when it comes to you
“you’re getting si-”, he starts to speak but before he can finish you’re interrupting him before he goes in full caretaker mode
“i already took some tea, and a spoonful of honey to calm my throat…” you say but all you get is a grunt in return beckoning you to continue, not completely satisfied with your answer
“… aaand i made a ginger and carrot elixir that is already cooling in the fridge to take later, plus i’m going to shower soon before it starts getting more chilly”
“hmm”, is all he answers before a cough erupts from your throat interrupting him again
“yeah… you’re sick”, he confirms as he brings his palm to press against your forehead and neck to check for a fever
“i got it under control, no need to worry”, you argue while leaning into his touch, the warmth from his palm making you feel at ease now that he’s home
“yeah right”, he chuckles while leaning down to give you the kiss he was originally going to
“wait!… you could get sick too”, you argue
“huhhh?!, you’re my wife…”, he says while still leaning in, cradling your face in his hands whilst rubbing his thumbs across your temples
“… in sickness and in health, remember?”, he whispers against your lips before pulling you into a fervent kiss, long and full of emotion making you smile against each other before pulling away as he softly drags his thumb against your bottom lip, watching as you gently kiss his digit before leaning more into his touch
“come ‘er”, he beckons while rounding the couch, lifting you up as you wrap your legs around his waist while burying your head in the crook of his neck as he makes his way towards the bathroom to prepare a warm bath for the both of you
fully giving into him, knowing that it is futile to fight him when he’s determined to get you back to full health and will most likely be attached to your side for the next couple of days until he knows your back to your usual self
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uravichii · 1 year
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4:17 AM ー shinsou hitoshi
genre: fluff, heavy comfort in the end, self-indulgent !!
cw: (1) mention of "ma'am" i'm so sorry it sounded cute i couldn't help it. that's the only gendered term here tho :') this is for all u tired smarty pants girlies im giving u a bf who'll stay up with u 😡
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shinsou hitoshi's favorite thing to do is staying up with you throughout every single one of your all-nighters.
whether it's for an exam, a shit ton of homework, or a group project which, for some reason, you're finishing all by yourselfー he's plopped there on your bed, perfectly behaved and quiet as you threatened asked him to be.
when you ask him why he's so insistent on accompanying you during these ungodly hours when you can't even give him a scrap of your attention at all due to your heavy workload, he simply shrugs and says:
"'ts fine. can't sleep in my own room anyway." hitoshi's lips slightly curve into a smirk. "plus, i like watching over you. you pout when you're focusedー did you know that? cutest shit ever."
you roll your eyes as you turn back to your laptop, frowning at the heaps of unfinished work left. "well, if you bother me, i'm throwing you out of my room, alright?"
"yes, ma'am." he obliges. "coffee service is an exception though, right? back rubs too... if that's not a bother."
you whip your head back at him with tearful puppy eyes of gratitude. it's taking everything in you not to mount your boyfriend right now and pepper his face with little kisses.
he snorts at your adorable expression.
"stop. don't look at me like that. i'm gonna want to snuggle with you, and you won't get any work done." he chuckles softly as you swivel your chair back to your desk. "let me know if you want anything else."
a few hours and two cups of coffee later, he's still there, watching as you hunch over your desk, nimble fingers typing incessantly on your laptop with the occasional cursing of familiar names under your breathー he's guessing you're carrying a whole group project by yourself again.
he glances at the time on his phone, and being the ridiculously observant boyfriend that he is, he knows the exact second you're about to say:
"okay!" you hoist yourself up, slamming your hands on your desk. it doesn't startle your poor boyfriend anymore at this point.
"power nap?" he guesses.
"just for 20 minutes."
"alright, c'mere."
you collapse into his open arms, melting into him as he instinctively starts rubbing circles on your back. he peeks at your already closed eyes. "hey, you set a timer yet?"
your eyes snap open, "oh right." you pull out your phone and clumsily make a few taps before you toss it away, not even bothering to turn it off. "'kay done. g'night."
hitoshi glances at the bright screen. "uh. sorry to break it to you, y/n, but i don't think typing typing '430' on your calculator's gonna wake you up."
"fuck." you jolt up and grab your phone again.
hitoshi watches as you make a second attempt to set an alarm, which seems to have magically disappeared from your phone.
"that's... that's the calendar, babe."
and then another attempt,
"you're dialing 430?"
"well, i can't find the damnー" you shove the phone to him and whine, "you do it!"
he snickers before pulling you closer, caging you in his long limbs and obligingly pulling the phone from your hands "alright, alright. i'll wake you up. you just take a nap right here, hm?" he gently pats your cheek twice before kissing your forehead. hitoshi has always had a habit of babying you when you're all sleepy and snug like this.
he doesn't actually let the alarm go off. you're obviously exhausted, burnt out, and a tad irritatedー the last thing you ever need is having your power nap cut short with that god-awful noise.
instead, you're woken up by your boyfriend rhythmically smoothing his palm down your arm, planting featherlight kisses across your sleeping face.
"y/n. babe, wake up." he gently lifts you up until you're sat up on the bed, your back laid flat against his chest as he wraps his arms around your waist. he props his chin on your shoulder and coos, "sleepyhead. c'mon, you can get all snuggly and cute with me when you're done. right now, you gotta get up and get that gorgeous brain working again. you're not done yet, are you?"
he presses one last kiss on your cheek before you eventually (and reluctantly) rise from the bed, dragging your languid feet across the floor until you reach your desk and start working again almost instantly.
you hear the pads of his feet across the hardwood floor as he walks over to you, draping his heavy arms around you and brushing his thumb against your shoulder, "coffee?"
you give him a tired smile in response.
this cycle repeats two more timesー you crawling in his arms for another power nap, him waking you up in the sweetest, most gentle way possible, and you rising from the bed like a zombie, getting increasingly worn out until you finally stop typing and pass everything barely on time.
you slip into hitoshi's arms again and nuzzle your face against his chest, "'t's done." you mumble, your exhaustion draining out your energy to even enunciate your words.
"really? that's good then." he strokes the back of your head, pulling you closer by your waist. "you okay?"
you instantly start weeping. "no, i'm so tired. i'm so fucking tired. i'm dying. i can't do this anymore. that group project took up so much of my time so i couldn't write my own essay well. i just bullshitted my way for the last two paragraphs. it's awful."
"hey, you never write anything awful, y/n. it's physically impossible for the y/n to write a bad sentence." he continues petting your head as he consoles you.
"i justー" you mumble, your voice muffled by his hoodie as you press your face against his chest, "i could've done a lot better if i had more time."
hitoshi sighs, soothingly rubbing circles on your back. he wishes people didn't expect so much of you. never mind how intelligent and reliable you areー he's sick of people exhausting you like this. aren't you tired, even a little bit, of people constantly taking more than what you can give?
hitoshi's lips pressed on the top of your head as he ponders.
"hey." he calls.
"hm?"
"what if i... extend the deadline for that essay? you know, 'convince' your teacher to set a more reasonable one."
you raise your head to meet his eyes. "what?"
he clears his throat, avoiding your concerned gaze, "what if i brainwashed your teacherー"
"no, i get what you were saying, but i don't think that's a good idea, hitoshi." you frown.
"look, if you're not on board with it, i won't force it. i can't help you with these essays, can i? no one writes as good as you, so i'm just trying to help in any way i can."
"but hitoshi, that's notー" a yawn interrupts your sentence, brimming your eyes with tears. you easily surrender to sleep and snuggle back on his chest, "yeah, you know what? do that. fuck them."
your uncaring teachers be damned. count in your group mates that may as well be dead weights too. sleep and your sweet boyfriend felt less irksome to think about. you'll worry about everything later.
hitoshi snorts at your easy submission, hugging your waist even tighter as he whispers sweetly in your ear, his voice deep and tired, "i love you." he presses a kiss behind your ear, "if only i was half as smart and brilliant as you, i would've helped you with these thingsー you know that, right? if i could write essays as well as you do and my talents were on par with yours, i would've helped you a lot more."
he lowers his head to peek at your adorable, sleepy face before attacking your cheek and neck with smooches, "but you write such beautiful sentencesー how do you do that? what's your secret?" you giggle, both from the validation and his loud smooches.
silence settles over you as you catch your breath from that burst of laughter. he gently strokes the back of your head, feeling comfort himself at the steady rise and fall of your chest against his.
a sleepy mumble of "i love you." was all you could utter to your boyfriend before you start to drift offー you'll coddle him in the morning when you have the energy.
hitoshi smooths your hair back and presses a soft kiss on your forehead. "i love you too. i'm proud of you, okay? if you ever feel like no one acknowledges how hard you work everyday, just know that i'm here, and i see you every single timeー i've never missed an all-nighter, have i?" he snickers, "no matter how delirious and insane you get during these hours, i'm always there."
you chuckle softly and sigh, brushing your thumb softly against his arm.
"hitoshi?"
"yeah? what is it?"
you pause in hesitation, but you say it anyway. hitoshi would love the idea more than you already do.
"what if you brainwashed my group mates too?"
hitoshi smirks proudly. this is when he knows you've been spending way too much time with him.
"give me their names first thing in the morning, babe. i got you."
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special tag: this is for @escapenightmare who also recently carried a whole group project on her back gws <3
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headintheclouds-posts · 9 months
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You’re lay on your front in bed, body tired from a long day. Your head tilted to one side to look at the man you love, his eyes drowsy as he slowly succumbs to the comfort of the mattress.
Though tired himself, his large warm hand rubs gently across your shoulders in rhythmic motions and he mutters loving words in a voice barely above a whisper.
Utter bliss is all you feel right now, the calming comfort of your cozy bedroom causes your brain to let go of todays worries. The moonlight cascades in through the large palladian window, painting the room in the cosmic colours of the sky, whilst the pitter-patter of rain lightly taps against the window, almost too quiet for you to hear.
You move you body to lay facing him, which causes his muscle memory to move into gear, pulling you into his chest so his nose is pressed into your hair coaxing a happy sigh to fall from his lips.
Love resonates inside this home and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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gardenofnoah · 8 months
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katsuki’s warmth is the thing that grounds you.
it’s everywhere—radiating off his skin, in the timber of his voice, all over his face when he looks at you. it’s funny, how unaware you were of the cold until he brought his heat—bone deep and all consuming. it’s hard to imagine a reality without it now.
with the way he’s tucked you under his chin, curled around you in some animal instinct of protection, you wonder if you’ve dragged something to his feet, too. something old and shiny that he keeps around his neck now.
it’s quiet here, in your room. you tried to leave the chaos at the door, but it’s clear it still has a hold on the two of you.
you’re in his lap on the edge of the bed—he can’t bring himself to lay down and you don’t have it in you to make him. you let him hold you—curled up like a child in his arms. any other time, it’d seem silly. right now, you let him be. some part of you thinks he could’ve benefitted from being held like this—could still, now.
“that was scary.”
in the dark, katsuki’s voice is thick and far too small. you don’t think you’ve ever heard him admit to a fear before. the knowledge that he too is human doesn’t come as a comfort in the way you thought it would.
you hum, and he pulls you tighter to him at the sound of it. you burrow deeper in his sweatshirt—a willing participant in this game of absorption. of how quickly you can be shed of beginnings and ends—to be closer than skin will allow.
he inhales shakily and you close your eyes, seeing only the image of expanding tissue of his lungs in your mind. the fragility of the human body is not ever lost on you, but when it comes to katsuki, it’s always a little bit of a surprise. what a cruelty it is, to be a pillar of such strength and be just as soft as everyone else.
but the parts of him that are tender and malleable are on full display to you now. you sink into them and he lets you—both hands cradling your head to lead it to the aching flutter of his heart. if you hear it, he’s still here. if you hear it, you’re still here.
“you were brave,” you murmur to the patter against your temple, “i love you.”
he brings his forehead down to the crown of yours and lets out a shuddering sigh against your hair. it’s warm.
“love you,” he says, “so damn much.”
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tarosei · 4 months
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thinking about husband!bakugo teaching your son how to ride a bike. he's holding onto the back of the seat, walking beside your kid as they peddle down the sidewalk across your house. bakugo's heart swells with pride when he lets go of the seat, and sees his son peddling along all by himself. he jogs beside the child, laughing and grinning and cheering him on. you're watching all of this, a warm smile spreading across your cheeks and hands holding onto your phone to capture this perfect moment. bakugo's been teaching your son for a few days now, determined to make him the best bike rider in the world. thinking about how husband!bakugo buys your son the best bike there is - nothing less for his kid. it's dynamite themed, of course. bakugo refused to get any other kind.
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hollowtakami · 1 month
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SILENT AFFECTION
Keigo Takami x GN reader
CONTENT: bookshop date w/ keigo, pet names (dove, duckie), pure fluff + keigo being the hopeless romantic he is, small mention of kei’s childhood (not explicit)
WORD COUNT: 555
AUTHOR NOTE: i really enjoyed writing this one! i love keigo and i love bookshops, so this was the best combo to write for. i’ve had this a wip for way too long and have edited it a ton so i hope it’s better than the draft that’s staying in the drafts forever!! nonetheless, stay safe friends! <3
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Keigo slipping his hands into yours and locking fingers while you walk. It’s his only day off this week, and he swore to himself he was going to spend every minute of it with you. 
Doing some window shopping and stopping in front of a bookshop, Keigo leads you both in. He scans the shelves, from the latest releases to the classics, hand still tied to yours. You, however, aren’t checking the spines for the novel you’d wanted to pick up since forever ago - Keigo was. 
You were tracing every part of your boyfriend’s face as though it was the last time you were ever going to see him. You notice the way his bangs fall over his eyes a little, his eyelashes, the amber of his irises, his jawline, the small freckles on his cheeks that only you noticed; you were the only one Keigo would ever let get that close to him, physically or otherwise. 
He was an angel, heaven on earth; your saviour. 
He catches you gaping at him from the corner of his eye as his hand reaches out, fingers slipping over a book’s spine and pulling it from the shelf. 
“Isn’t this the novel you were after, dove?” He beams at you.
“You’re the only one I’m after, Keigo” you blurt out.
Keigo laughs, plumage fluffing up slightly. “And you call me cheesy, huh?”
You chirp an awkward laugh, kicking yourself internally. You decide to focus on the book in Keigo’s hand, his thick fingers hugging the spine as it wrapped over the cover.
It was the novel you’d been searching for. But, you’d never told him that.
You walk together to the cashier, Keigo only letting go of your hand to pay for the book and use one hand to hold the bag; his treat, he’d said.
Your embarrassing confession plays on your mind like a catchy song you can’t remember the name of, your hand starting to get sweaty in Keigo’s grip. His feathers ruffled gently and he squeezed your hand, silent reassurance. 
“I love you, duckie,” Keigo chirps, “you say the cutest things, you know?”
You turn your head and smile, lost in his eyes. Your heart remembers that Keigo was still a stranger to affection, given his rough upbringing - your heart remembers when you told yourself you’d give him the whole world, after he opened up to you.
“I love you too, Keigo,” you reply. 
When you got home, you’d sit together and read that novel, your hands running through the gold of Keigo’s hair as he held the book in one hand and your waist with the other. 
Sometimes, it’s silent affection that has you seeing stars. 
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kywaslost · 9 months
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Hiya! I read your platonic shinsou fanfic and I was wondering if you could write a fanfic where y/n (fem please) is a pre-teen and gets adopted into the erasermic family but she has a fear of men, and she struggles to do things because she's worried she would look bad/they might do something. Thank you if you do xxx
You’re Safe Here - Shinsou Hitoshi
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A/N: Now that I’ve written this entire thing, I’ve realized my dyslexic self read your request as mainly Shinsou. I feel stupid. I’m so sorry lol. If you’d like me to rewrite this I will. I was going to but I really like how this turned out. Please forgive me <3 I also used the prompts below that I found because I thought they’d fit the request.
Prompt/s Used: Lighting whumpee’s favorite candles, or listening to their favorite music, to tell whumpee that the space is theirs and that it will always be safe. / You don’t have to tell me. But if you do decide you want to. I’ll be here. / You don’t feel safe here, do you? 
After being tossed between foster homes for so long, you should be ecstatic to finally be adopted, right? Except you weren’t. You were petrified, to be honest. Usually, you’d meet your supposed new adoptive family and spend time with them while papers and forms were filed and signed, or at least that’s what you’d heard from other foster children throughout the years. But for some reason you were told to back your bags one day to meet your new family. And to top it all off, you were being adopted into a house consisting of only men.
It was a childish fear, to be afraid of almost every male on the planet, but it’s not like you can help it. Men from your past weren’t kind to you, resulting in an aversion to guys of almost every age. You avoided them when you could, fearing they would criticize you, or worse, use you. Being a young female in today’s society isn’t always easy, and you thought it would be safer to just avoid men as best you could.
You met your new fathers first. They were the ones to pick you up from the park where they agreed to meet you with your social worker. They seemed nice enough, but you couldn’t help but hide behind your social worker as they approached you.
“Excuse her,” your social worker smiled. “She’s a bit weary around men.”
“That’s alright!” The one with blonde hair smiled widely. “We understand!” The man was practically vibrating with excitement. So much so the man behind him had to place a hand on his shoulder. “Calm down, Hizashi. You are going to overwhelm her.”
You shot the black haired one a grateful look, thankful for his calmness. You were overwhelmed with anxiety and fear, and you couldn’t help but fear the blonde.
“I’m Shouta. Shouta Aizawa,” the second man said, crouching down a few feet in front of you.
“And I’m Hizashi Yamada!” The blonde smiled brightly, standing beside Aizawa.
Shouta slowly extended a hand out towards you, offering a small smile. “I understand that this is very overwhelming for you. A lot of new changes and new scenery, and I understand you are a bit afraid. How you feel is valid, I promise you. We will be here every step of the way to help you through it.”
You looked between the two men, then to your social worker. She just smiled and nodded encouragingly. Taking a deep breath, you slowly reached out and took Aizawa’s hand. That’s when your social worker patted your shoulder, then voiced that she’d be taking her leave now that you were in the hands of your new caretakers. Your breathing hitched as you watched her leave, panic slowly taking over your body. You jerked your hand back from Aizawa, pulling it to your chest without any thought, too caught up in trying to suppress an oncoming anxiety attack. 
“That’s alright, you don’t have to touch me yet. That’s ok, take your time,” Aizawa said calmly. Both him and Hizashi started to notice your growing panic, glancing quickly at each other before Aizawa stood. 
“Hey, why don’t we sit, yeah?” Hizashi offered, worry clear in his eyes. You nodded sharply, slowly following Hizashi over to a bench. He let you sit down before asking, “Can I sit over here?” He motioned to the other end of the bench and you nodded. You pulled your knees up to your chest, closing your eyes to concentrate on your breathing. 
Eventually you evened out your breathing and calmed your nerves ever so slightly. Uncurling yourself, you stood as you took in one last deep breath. Aizawa was sitting in front of you again, watching you closely. So was Hizashi.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I’m ok now.” 
The two men also stood. “Don’t apologize,” Aizawa said softly. “Take as much time as you need. We can sit here longer if you’d like?” You shook your head.
“You’re sure?” Hizashi asked and you nodded in response.
“Let’s get you home then.” 
You followed them to their car, freezing as Hizashi opened the door for you. You began to shake slightly again. Getting into the car encloses you with two men whom you barely knew. Needless to say, you were uncomfortable.
“Would you feel more comfortable if we walked?” Aizawa offered from the driver’s side of the car. “We aren’t too terribly far, it shouldn’t take too long. Would you feel safer if we walked?”
After thinking about it, you mumbled a quiet, “Can we?”
Hizashi responded, “Of course!” He turned to his husband. “I can come get the car later after patrol.”
You met their son later that night once dinner was served. It took a while to get used to the thought that you had a family now, and you spent several hours on the couch in the living room trying to grasp the fact that you were now living with three men. It calms your nerves to know that Aizawa and Hizashi were pro-heros, and their son was a hero-in-training, but that didn’t mean you were still on edge. You knew very little about your new family, and until then you would hypothetically sleep with one eye open.
Shinsou seemed nice enough, and he even watched whatever you wanted while your new fathers got ready for patrol. You assured them that you would be alright staying behind with Shinsou, and they apologized profusely for not being able to get out of work for the night. 
Once they had left, it was just you and Shinsou sitting in the living room. You were curled up on one end of the couch, and he was at the other end, giving you your space. You couldn’t help but watch him out of the corner of your eye, afraid he may make a move when you weren’t looking. The purple-haired boy noticed your staring, then turned his gaze from the tv to you.
“You don’t feel safe here, do you?” He asked. His question caught you off guard, and you didn’t answer. “Dad and Pa told me that you may be on edge for a while, that you had an aversion to males. I can only assume it has to do with childhood trauma? You don’t have to tell me. But if you do decide you want to. I’ll be here. I’m a good listener, and I don’t know, I always find it easier to talk to people closer to my age. And if there’s anything I can do to help this transition be smoother for you, please tell me.”
Tears brimmed your eyes as you looked away, nodding. “I think I’m going to go take a shower,” you said as you stood, hugging yourself tightly.
Shinsou nodded, eyes softening. “Ok. Do you remember where the bathroom is?” He helped you find everything you needed, even offering you a pair of his sweatpants and an old shirt to change into.
You took your time in the shower, even taking a moment to sit and cry. It had been a long and tiring day. You were so excited to have a permanent home, but still nervous given the situation. Once you had composed yourself, you stepped out of the shower and got dressed.
The house was silent as you stepped out of the bathroom, just as it was before. You could hear the TV in the living room where you assumed Shinsou still sat on the couch. Except when you entered the hallway, you could hear music coming from further down the hall. You made your way to your new room, not thinking much of it. Shinsou’s room was across the hall, so it could have been him.
You pushed your door open, standing still in the doorway when you took in the room. Your stuff was still sitting on the end of your bed, except now there was a lit candle on your night stand. And the music was coming from your room. A laptop sat open on the small desk in your room, spotify open and playing your favorite music artist. 
“I hope you don’t mind,” Hitoshi said behind you. You turned around to see him standing in the hallway. “Dad and Pa had a list of things you like, so I looked at it.” He smiled softly, putting his hands in his pockets. “I-I wanted you to know that this is your space. You’re safe here. So,” he chuckled, “the candle is, uh, it’s (fav. scent). And I made that playlist while you were in the shower.”
Your eyes welled with tears again. You couldn’t believe how thoughtful Hitoshi was.
“I’m adopted, too, and it was difficult for me at first. And dad did something similar for me. It helped me so I thought it’d help you.”
Shinsou froze as you dove into him, hugging him tightly. He snapped out of it quickly, though, and hugged you back just as tight.
“Thank you,” you cried into his shirt. “Thank you, Hitoshi.”
He smiled, so proud of you hugging him despite your fear. “Of course. Anything for my new sister.”
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r2katsu · 1 year
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prompts for you who has daddy issues
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mha m.list | gn!reader | comfort
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"I get it, you're in a badmood but I'm here to comfort you okay."
you still have your back facing him, so he pulled you in for a hug even though you're still refusing his hold on you but that stopped and he gently held pulled you in slowly, held the back of your head and pulled you closer to his chest trying to comfort you
"Before you go all pissed on me when I say this, just because of your dad's attitude today you don't get to take it out on me. Maybe back then you get so angry at him for every triggering thing he did and maybe you used to get so angry and that anger turned into tears, then maybe you cry in your room alone with no one to comfort you but yourself. I don't know what your dad put you through back when you were young and I'm sorry for whatever happened between the two of you but for the time being you have me whenever your old man is being a prick, alright? ain't gonna let anyone make you cry." He gives you a kiss at the top of your head while petting your head.
katsuki, dabi definitely shiggy??, aizawa!!, hawks, maybe denki,
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suguru-getos · 4 months
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| Aftermath | Keigo Takami x f!TherapistReader |
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-> chapter one
summary: hawks who has just lost his quirk in the war & coping with his life as a quirkless man, decides to finally listen to his own self & seek therapy. why did he choose a quirkless therapist? maybe to seek solidarity— or maybe, he hoped you’d not judge him.
warnings: therapy, childhood!trauma, bnha!spoilers, mentions of inner child healing, keigo talks about his childhood, mentions of toxic!parenting, cocky!kei as always.
a/n: don't mind me giving my comfort character and my loml some healing lmaooo <33 i had sm fun writing this istg it made my heart warm. this is a slow burn fic, and the reader is a self-insert on some points because i can get self indulgent tehee!!
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You wandered aimlessly, looking around the suite-like cabin and then down the skyline. Tokyo was always beautiful, even now when winters had just started to greet. There was a foggy blanket of clouds covering the labyrinth of buildings and you could never get over it. With your next client, it was obvious your thoughts were along the lines of… an Angel flying out in the skies keeping everyone safe, now reduced to someone without wings. Still an Angel though, but that's what you think. Maybe he doesn't.
You grimly sighed when your eyes wandered at the clock, there were still 30 minutes to your appointment, normally… someone like you would never get the opportunity to deal with heroes so popular. Hawks was a no show after the war, people thought he had died. People thought he left Japan for good. Though a faint glimmer of hope always made you want to believe he's still around. To your surprise when he was your client, you felt a knot on your stomach churn with anticipation and excitement.
You sat on your velvety chair, the lights dim and comfortable to the modernized architecture of your office. You gulped, opening his file and looking at the passport photograph of him. The scar he got in one of the fights in which a villain named Dabi publicized his kill was there, siren eyes staring into your very soul were there. How could you even try to open up someone who looks so ethereal and so threatening at the same time. You feel just as nervous as your first time, the personality that Hawks carries eating away at you slowly. You shook your head, jerking the thoughts away. Be professional, he is a client and you're doing your job.
If you hadn't been so dazed by your favorite hero and your crush; you were quite a number yourself. Cut-throat, not afraid to walk the talk, stern, fierce, kind and disciplined. People respect you and you command it when they don't. Not afraid to force someone to bend the knee if they indulge in animosity with you. It's just… Hawks was someone you admired oh-so-much! You had his merch and posters after all. Not that he would get to know that, oh no. That'd never happen.
Takami Keigo, 26, Born on December 28th. Blood group B+, MBTI-> ENTP, Schooling and training and everything was blank. Difficult, this would be a difficult case to deal with.
How did you fangirl over him? Well, that's perhaps for another day.
"Excuse me, Ma'am. He's here." Your assistant opened the door with a knock and you felt your stomach sink, biting your lip nervously and clearing your throat to gain composure.
"Hey there doc!" there he was, with his magical grin and long palms raised up to his eye level as he waved. Wearing denims and a loose fitted white T-Shirt. Casual, cute, confident.
"Oh hello Hawks!" You manifested the same energy, greeting him respectfully by standing up and bowing a little. "Jeez, can't get rid of the name yet huh?" He chuckles, though your mind has already starting to process if it was a fake one, the carefully crafted hero chuckle or was he genuinely this chill.
"I don't think so, whether or not you do hero work, you own the name." you responded with a smile, ushering him to take his seat. Oh he manspreads, leaning back and getting comfortable. Makes you wonder if he can see through the cracks of your personality just as you're trying to see in his. Who will unfold who first…
You closed the client book you had, looking into the beautiful goldens of his eyes and making eye contact. "So, I know the first session is usually the most awkward one. People try to get to know their shrink before letting themselves to open up." You glanced, and Hawks looked like he would devour you whole. He looked invested in your words, not in a faking concentration way… in a 'I will listen to what you have to say' way.
"Allow me to share some stuff about myself then, my name is Y/N. I am a therapist good morning. Apart from that, I like to participate in various hobbies like kickboxing, journalling, playing games, spending time with my cat, yada yada. I am an INTJ, I think MBTI has started taking the same wavelength in Japan as Korea huh? Everyone's obsessed with em' I think."
"Well" Hawks clicked his tongue, clearly unamused by your introduction, it was brief and curt. Not a fair deal for someone who will unravel him… then again, you are his therapist, not vice versa.
"I think so too, do you know, a lot of the fans pretend to be INTJs because they tend to be compatible with ENTPs?" He chuckled, rolling his eyes. God he does know everything… there was a whole article about this. "We could do the quiz together if you have your concerns." "Shyeah- no, I don't. Just sharin' yknow?" he winked, noticing how you nervously pressed your legs together. He was wearing Killian's Angel Share, and Bad Boy… one of your favorite scents & the effects were almost affecting you almost at a subconscious level.
"Mkay, gotcha! So, anyways… I don't want to force you to open up, take your time in it. Let's start simple. How are you?" You asked Hawks, and for a moment, the barest of seconds, you could see his eyes turn to a void. "Yeah, good, never been better you know? Vacationing now that I have a sick ton of money with practically nothin' to do. Ain't gonna waste it otherwise by being depressed."
You clicked your tongue, oh he would not open up huh? Well, not that you expected this to be an easy ride either. "Yeah, of course. Money does help… helps everyone. At the end of the day I'm sitting on this chair to be paid a hefty by you." You hum, crossing your legs and getting comfortable too. This would be a fierce mental war already. From the determination of a hero and from a healer who's been sought out by the same hero.
"Then again, it isn't everything."
Oh except if you could tell that to childhood Hawks, it was… it was everything. His eyes pale with the answer a little. "Led a very comfortable life haven't you?" He smirked, giving you a miniscule opening.
"Yeah, luckily." You responded, smiling… "Clearly you haven't."
Hawks stood silent at that, and that was an answer enough.
"You were a rich kid since you started your agency, was this your teens or childhood?" Before Hawks could decipher, the session had already begun.
"Well, I was the viral news subject after they found out I was Thief Takami's son." He raised a brow, and you nodded. "Shitty murderer dad, mum?" You felt bad on being so professional, but you also felt Hawks would push you away if you were too kind. Some people have stopped treating him as a person ever since All for One had taken his quirk away.
"Mum was well, absent, mentally." He responded, and shrugged. "Dad was abusive, used to beat me up as a child and mum was too engrossed in her own shit I suppose. Happy for her that she has a new life with a new husband and new kids." It was amusing how Hawks didn't sound salty about it… it could only mean detachment to the finest. A befitting coping mechanism.
"You didn't have to go through that, I'm guessing if I needed to ever, talk to baby Hawks, I can't have a childhood photograph?" You glanced hopefully. "Nah, not a single childhood photograph. Dad was too paranoid of things and mum didn't care."
"We usually uh, have this exercise you know? That you'd keep a picture of your childhood self at your bathroom mirror and remember who you're talking about whenever you feel self-doubt." You smiled, looking into his eyes with empathy but no pity.
"Well, too bad." He chuckled, embarrassed and definitely not liking this emotion.
"Who cares at the end of the day, it's just the first few years of your life." He responded again balming his own thoughts more so than talking to you.
"Yeah, but every phase of our life is important. When your father abused you, hit you, didn't you feel enraged? Or scared? Or both?" You bit your lip, trying to mentally detach as much as possible.
"I felt nothing. I just wanted to not end up like them. If I was as angry as him, then I would become like him. Even my childhood self knew I'm better than that." There was pride in his eyes when he said so.
"True, yes, however… no expectations from your mum to save you?" Hawks shook his head no, shrugging. "She'd get beaten up too."
You nodded, not writing anything down on the paper just yet.
"Alright, I want you to do something for me." He raised a brow when you said that, "I don't want us to traverse further until you try doing this, mkay?" You grinned, "Imagine someone coming to your home, breaking the door at the moment of your abuse, that someone is you. The big, pro hero, you. Then, I'd like you to hold little Keigo's hand, and take him out. How about that?"
Hawks gave you an expression which was a mixture of 'How absurd' and 'Interesting'.
"Do that for me, and do that as many times and in as many scenarios you feel like you needed to be protected. You needed to be healed from." You coo softly… meanwhile Hawks' brain lagged at you saying 'Little Keigo'. So far he thought you didn't know his name… despite it being telecasted worldwide. No, you just refer to old Keigo as Hawks, but little Keigo isn't Hawks… he's just Keigo.
Was he reading too much into this? Would you soon bridge the gap between little Keigo and Hawks? Would you call him Keigo too?
The alarm clock chimed, time was over. You glanced at it and then back at him. "Well, guess you wouldn't be bored anymore, of me." "Hey, give yourself some credit little Shrink." he winked, smirking, "You're really good at this, can't wait to see you next time." "Don't come until you don't do what I asked." "Sure thing jeez."
With that, he left, and you could almost kill yourself at the way you tried to imagine little Hawks in pain. No, attaching to clients is the biggest NO. Yet, you can't help but feel positive tingles at the thought of him doing that little exercise and telling you about it.
Until next time, Keigo Takami.
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bakubunny · 5 months
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when everything hurts too much, curling up in shota's arms is like going home. you can never describe it, the way being with one person can make all of the pain seem to dull for a little while, but it does. he doesn't wipe your tears. he doesn't offer consoling words. doesn't try to fix anything at all because that's never what you're asking for. no, shota holds you as a hand runs through your hair. he lets your tears run dry, places a kiss on the top of your head. he stays with you in silence, sits with you in the discomfort of pain because, stoic as he might be, he understands that sometimes, that's all you really need.
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xinmin-exe · 5 months
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Safe Wording with the League
League of Villains Reacting to You Safe Wording
Characters: Dabi, Shigaraki, Compress, Twice, Toga with female!reader
Warnings: overstimulation, biting kink, sir/master kink, role playing, dom/sub themes, sex toys, oral (female receiving), degradation, edging, begging(?) , mentions of knife and blood play, alluding to past traumas (let me know if I missed warnings)
Note: practice safe sex, and talk about safe words and boundaries if you need to
Dabi
Dabi and you typically have fairly intense sex anyways
But tonight, dabi and you were going pretty hard
Dabi had been eating you out for a while now
“What a little slut, can’t even handle my teasing”
By this point, you had cum more times than you could count, crying and overstimulated
“No more.. please” but all dabi did was smirk before assaulting your swollen cunt even more
You tried pushing his head away but his grip on your thighs only tightened
Before dabi could even come up with some snarky remark, you safe worded out
He almost didn’t hear you, almost
But he did, and stopped before sitting up and looking at your crying face
He didn’t know how to feel, you had never safe worded before and hell if he knew what to do
He got up and left to get a rag to help clean you up and got you come clothes and blankets
Once he was finished, he got you a glass of water and sat next to you on the bed
“Need anything else?” His eyes were planted on your crying face as you tried to form a sentence
You sleepily shook your head as Dabi settled into bed next to you and wrapped an arm around you
Shigaraki
Shigaraki liked to play the Master with you as a servant or maid, or even sometimes a pet
Tonight was no different, but unlike the other times Shigaraki was already having a bad day 
Unfortunately for you, it meant taking his anger out on you while doing the deed 
Now, neither of you have ever shied away from degradation before but something about Shigaraki’s tone made it feel real 
Like he actually saw you as all the things he claimed you were and that was too much 
The moment he heard you safe word, his body stopped and his mind raced 
Did he do something wrong? Were you okay?? 
Almost immediately his hand reached down to your cheek/neck as he pulled out and pulled you into a sitting position
For once in his life he felt like the world ended 
He didn’t know what to say, but he knew how to take care of you and that’s what he did 
cleaning you up and making sure you were warm and in all the clothing you found the most comfortable
The night ended with the two of you wrapped up in each other 
you both had a serious talk in the morning about what happened and how to prevent it later in life 
Mr. Compress
Out of all of the people in the league, Compress knew where the line in the sand was, even without you two talking about boundaries 
He had a couple partners in the past that had become sexual and given his theatrical personality, he always made sure to talk about safe words and the such 
You were no different and he valued your input and your opinions
You had used your safe word in the past so he knew what you needed
But he is a gentleman first and foremost so he cleaned you up carefully before tending to other things
Need a bath? He’s already getting out your favorite candles
Need some time to recover and decompress? Done! He’s right there, holding you and letting you do your thing in comfortable silence
Need reassurance? This man has you covered. He’ll praise you and promise you that you did nothing wrong and that he’s proud of you for safe wording
Overall, compress is the best person to safe word with
Twice
With twice, it’s a bit difficult to get intimate with him
Yes, he finds you attractive (who wouldn’t find you attractive??) but with his spilt personality it can be hard
But you don’t mind the challenge, and even encourage both of “him” to engage in play
While this is a bit tricky to navigate the first coupes of times, you do get the hang of it.
Though, sometimes his other side does take it too far
Sometimes even going as far as making twice stop what he’s doing and blurts out something along the lines of “you can never be good enough for us”
And it’s those times when you safe word, which trigger twice into a protector mode
He immediately rushes over to you, gently cradling your head and asking what’s wrong
You two always find yourselves having a long chat that ends with soft kisses and the best cuddles
Toga
Toga doesn’t know what safe words are
Hell, she may not but just doesn’t care
But she cares with you, she cares so much for you and your safety
She even has dull, blunt knives to use with you
She always ensures that you are okay with her biting you or using a knife with you
And, you two have a wonderful, pleasureful experience
Until today, when everything was piling up and up and up until all you could feel was your worries and anxieties
Toga tried to use pleasure as a way to help you destress, which usually worked
But today it had the opposite effect and it only heightened your anxiety
When you safe worded, toga couldn’t believe what she had just heard
She felt.. betrayed almost, she was just trying to help you!
So she left, leaving you to try and clean up by yourself
But compress saw her upset and upon figuring out, told her what to do and how to help
She came back, albeit begrudgingly, and helped clean you up and get you warm
It took a couple of days for her to even talk to you after that, but once you explained what happened she went back to her bubbly, homicidal self.
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kaidabakugou · 1 year
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Ok but Bakugo would still want to cuddle even if I was in a hospital bed. He'd look so bulky and out of place since the bed's only made for one person but he wouldn't give a shit. He's so grouchy when the technicians shoo him away so they can run tests.
OMG HE WOULDDDD! he absolutely would!
even when the roles are reversed and he’s the one in the hospital bed, he’d want cuddles and pull you towards him when you lean down to place a kiss on his forehead and press you close to him while wrapping the blanket around the both of you
covering the fact that he wanted cuddles with the excuse that the hospital chair is too uncomfortable for you to sleep on it all night
ahhh but just imagine him laying with you on the bed!! you’re totally spot on with the image of him looking out of place but he’d still make it work just to please you and be close to you
i’ve always imagined that if you got injured during hero work he would stay by your side in the hospital until he can take you home with him
“how’re you feeling?”, he asks while one hand brushes through your hair and the other holds your hand whilst his thumb caresses your skin
“i’m okay, just a little woozy from the meds”, you answer him with a tired smile, your eyes barely staying open as you feel yourself sink deeper into slumber
“mm scoot over a little…”, he yawns while lifting the covers from your body “… wanna join you”
“we won’t fit”, you protest but still move over so he can join you on the small hospital bed, turning on your side so you can both have more space and cuddle up to the other
“yeah we will, dummy”, is all he says before pulling you close to him, his huge figure squished against your smaller frame as your legs tangle with each other and his arms wrap around your center
whispering a soft “i love you” against the top of your head, followed by a gentle kiss as he buries his nose in your hair
a muffled “love you too” sounding against his chest as you place a quick kiss on the exposed skin of his collar bones as you drift to sleep in his arms
the nurses coming in later to check in on your condition immediately backing out of the room with warm hearts at the sight of the big intimidating dynamight looking so soft cuddling with you
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hopeluna-archived · 1 year
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Izuku's version
Katsuki's version
Shoto's version
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M.list
Husband Shinsou! with whom you have quiet late nights where your both in each other's arms, quietly talking about nothing in particular.
Husband Shinsou! whose usual stoic facade cracks into a small smile whenever someone mentions you in a conversation.
Husband Shinsou! who always has a gentle yet firm grip on your hand whenever you two are out, subconsiously tracing the ring that adorns your finger.
Husband Shinsou! who has a whole album in his phone dedicated to pictures he sneakily takes of you.
Husband Shinsou! who teases you relentlessly about the more "unflattering" pictures but you almost miss the way he smiles looking at them.
Husband Shinsou! who can't help but feel his heart flutter everytime he sees you in his clothes.
Husband Shinsou! who nearly gives you a heart attack by using his voice modifier in the middle of the night.
Husband Shinsou! who does not regret teasing you about it. Even when you send him off to sleep on the couch for the night.
Husband Shinsou! who definitely is still very much an insomniac and has trouble falling asleep most nights.
Husband Shinsou! who had trouble falling asleep but somehow sleeps like a baby whenever he has you in his arms as you run your fingers through his hair.
Husband Shinsou! who may look all cool and calm to other people but is actually a little shit who loves teasing you endlessly.
Husband Shinsou! who takes you out on quiet dates. Picnics in the park on a quiet spot, a cat cafe, a small diner he recently discovered. Hell, with him even your late night runs to the supermarket are dates.
Husband Shinsou! who will literally beg you on his knees to get a child 'cause as he says "its gonna make our little family complete".
And so the next day when you finnally give in, Husband Shinsou! is dragging you to the cat shelter.
Husband Shinsou! who always, without fail, comes home to have dinner with you. He vows to never miss a single one.
Husband Shinsou! who always gives you a call after getting back from his patrol 'cause he doesn't want you to worry.
Husband Shinsou! who calls you before starting his patrol to just hear your voice 'cause he knows every time he goes out there, it may be the last.
Husband Shinsou! who will damned if it isn't your voice he hears before starting patrol 'cause it gives him a reason to come back home to you, his home.
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Comments and reblogs are appreciated!! Do not repost or claim as yours though, its not cool.
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keiskake · 1 year
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when you cant speak because you're filled with anxiety, bakugo will just sit with you in silence. he won't prod or poke you to talk, he'll patiently wait for you to tell him in your own time and at your own pace. you're sitting in bed and his arms will come from behind, wrapping around your waist and pulling you against his chest. his thumb brushes up and down against your tummy, his lips kissing the back of your head to reassure you he's still there waiting. he just wants you to know that he'll always be there and will hold you in silence as long as you need him too. he'll do whatever it takes to make you happy again.
"i'm just gonna be behind you. 'm not going anywhere, angel."
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when you're feeling up to it, can you write some comfort shigaraki headcanons? a soft boi
Considering season 6 is currently coming out, I feel like this is a good headcanon to get bacl to writing. Though I didn’t know if you wanted Shigaraki comforting Reader or reader comforting him, so I went with the latter. Hope you like it, though I may be a bit rusty when it comes to writing headcanons…
Reader is gender neutral
CW: None, just pure fluff for the boi
Comforting Shigaraki
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We all know that this man never had a day of comfort in his life after the accident with his family.
All for one certainly didn’t give him any comfort so he had to learn to deal with everything himself.
That's why it can overwhelm him quickly when you try to comfort him whenever he has been distressed.
But as long as you stay patient, and don’t get angry at him when he tells you to leave him alone (he doesn’t want that, he just has no idea how to actually voice his needs) he will slowly get used to it.
Now Shigaraki quite literally searches and even yearns for your comfort.
When he has a stressful day he loves it when you hold him in his arms and he can rest his head in the crook of your neck.
Before you, he had no idea how touchstarved he truly was, so whenever you gently run your fingers through his hair or along his back you can feel him quite literally melting against you.
Tell him that you love him and are proud of him as you are holding him and he will start silently crying, he never thought that he would meet someone who loves him as gently as you.
Other than the few praises and sweet words of love he doesn’t want much talking when you are comforting him.
Your soft touch is enough to get hsi racing mind to calm down so that he can finally relax.
That's why it is rather common that Shigaraki falls asleep in your arms in these moments.
Especially when he is resting his head on your chest. Your soothing touches along with the sound of your heartbeat is enough to lull him into a gentle slumber.
All his life he had thought he could never find someone who could make him feel safe and loved, one due to his status, and two due to the simple fear of rejection since he always thought no one could love a disgusting villain like him.
And yet here you are, having broken down all of his fears with your love for him, he just hopes you know that he loves you as much as you him, if not even more.
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nnnyxie · 6 months
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Izu hc’s but it’s insecure!izu and reader comforting him- I just need to know about his sad days and what he needs us to do for him because I’ll so anything to get that smile back on his face<3 God I love Izu sm I could cry
SOBS!!! my heart!!!!
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first of all. he’s so ‘i bet on losing dogs’ by mitski core. that song is just so him because i said so!!
our lovely boy has always worn a brave face. only ever being truly vulnerable with his mom, all might, and yourself.
he’s truly strong in many senses— physical, emotional, and mental. but sometimes, he just can’t do it. sometimes he doesn’t feel strong enough to hold himself up high yk?
and that’s okay!! because he doesn’t need to constantly overwork his emotions just so his friends and others could be happy!! he needs a break too and you need him to understand!!!
it’s always heartbreaking to see him cry though— you’re an avid supporter of expressing your emotions in a healthy way!! but, he’s your izuku and you always want the best for him.
one day, he doesn’t show up to all might’s training lesson— that in itself is a worry. but, maybe he’s feeling sick? you know he gets sick easily— especially since he trains in the cold a lot and somehow still hasn’t built a sort of immunity against it.
though— even if he were to be sick, he’d still show up. so maybe it’s bad? and that worsens your worries. so, you drop your training with ochako and rushed to him.
you knock on his door, softly the first time. the second time, it’s a little louder than before. still no answer. the third time is loud enough to wake his classmates three doors down. still no answer.
you try his door knob— unlocked? that was unlike izuku. he was slightly paranoid (especially ever since the cheese incident). so you were quick to barge in, what if he had gotten hurt?
when you turned to see his bed— you saw him curled into a ball, holding one of your sweatshirts. he liked doing that so you felt a bit relieved.
“izuku?” you asked but, all you got in return was a sad whimper and a sniffle. you were quick to rush to his side.
“what’s going on?” you rubbed his back— he had been facing the wall. “i just—” he let out a sob.
oh. it was an episode.
“it’s alright, izu. you don’t need to tell me right now. just let it all out.” you moved yourself so that you could hold him from behind. his body shook— it was so heartbreaking to watch— and feel.
the two of you stayed like that for at least an hour— izuku sobbing with you rubbing his arm and kissing his shoulder in comfort.
“i don’t— i don’t feel like i belong in UA. even after all this time i still— i still feel so inferior to everyone. i feel so behind in everything.” he said, still hiccuping from his breakdown.
he was calmer now, thankfully. but, tears spilt now and then. “izu, you worked so hard to get here, you’re far beyond what everyone here has become. you worked for hours and months to eat a damn hair that could’ve easily torn your limbs off.” he laughed a bit at that.
“you built yourself from the ground up. you worked your ass off to get here. you’re so much stronger than anyone here. and i really mean it.” you kissed his shoulder again and pulled him closer.
“thank you,” he said in a raspy voice, he moved so that he could face you— still clutching your sweatshirt.
“you don’t need to thank me, izu. i’m stating what i believe, i’m stating the truth. you’re the strongest,” you smiled at him— and good lord he almost killed you when he smiled back.
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SHAKING SOBBING CLAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE!!!!
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