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short-black-diamond · 1 year

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The other woman. (part 3)

Previously: {part one}, {part two}

Next: part four - Izuku’s end

So, this is the third part and uhm, it’s basically how the reader gives birth to her child (only vaguely) with shinsou slowly falling for the reader, before singing at that concert where Izuku sees her for the last time, then a time lap, and Izuku meets his teenage kid in the future, but only after you reluctangly and hestitantly agreed to let your child meet their father.

Your name is Yena. I make the rules in this story.

Warnings: Angst, You hate Izuku, Izuku is depressed, he meets his child after sixteen years, and uhm, yeah-

And my biggest warning:

LONG. ASS. CHAPTER.

Read.

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{...Last time : }

“You-you’re pregnant?!”, he yelled, eyeing you with owlish eyes. You winced from his loud voice and shushed him.

“I fucked him a few months ago and now I’ve got the baby. Now drive me away from this shitty place. Please.“

After some while, you felt Shinsou trying to say something and you sighed before urging him to tell you what’s been on his mind as he drove you into your new house-but...could you even call it a house?

It was...so much more than that. (I’ll explain it later.)

“Well, i think that after you two had sex did he stop meeting that other woman. what was her name again? Uraa- Uraka-“

“Uraraka Ochaco. And you’re the person who’s fitting perfectly in my case. Please, Shinsou, for the love of god. Register yourself and tell your underground-hero friends to do the same or my job will only consist of tracking down my own collegues. You guys are taking that whole “underground-hero” thing way too seriously.“

“A-ah..shit, sorry.“

...

Another day.

Another day, without you. Without finding you. looking for you. investigaing where you might’ve headed of to. But...

Nothing.

There wasn’t a single trace of you, wherever Izuku looked. He grabbed countless women by the shoulders because they had your silhouette or hair or a similar voice to you. But he was met with angry snarls and a loud: “Piss off, cheater!”

And, well, Deku hadn’t cleaned up in weeks, not even showered and he was sure to get an infection on the uncleaned parts of his body. But not that he cared anyway.

The house was a mess and so was he; stinking, messy, and a big chaos inside.

Still, he kept searching for you, posting flyers, screaming your name everyday until he was hoarse, and even giving up on hero work.

That one thing that was one his dream - which he had already reached - now lightyears away and out of his mind, where his brain had only one function.

Finding you. and apologizing.

He should’ve known not to mess with you, actually. He’d known you pretty long, and he knew that you’d do this.

You even warned him.

...

“Say, Izuku, would you like to know what I’d do if you cheated on me?“, you asked the freckled man next to you, arms length from each other on a relaxing weekend day.

The man whom you were freshly married to quirked a brow at you, an offended expression on his forehead. He lifted a finger. “First off; I’ll never cheat on you. Second, tell me, so I’ll prove to you that it’ll never happen, sweetheart.“

You only smiled bittersweetly at him before you took a deep breath. “Well, first, I’d make you make me pregnant. Then, I’d act like you failed to give me a baby and avoid your touch.

But then, after some time, I’ll make you reeeeeaaaaallll drunk, with some self-made dinner. Then, I’d hold some divorce paper right in front of your face. Of course, your mind would be too far gone to even comprehend what the hell would be in front of you, so you’d sign it without thinking.

And then...I’d dissappear with nothing but returning some rings, and a goodbye-letter.”

Izuku stared at you for a moment before chuckling. “Is that...i-is that really how you think of me?”, he asked, choking the paper cup in his hand, too lazy to drink from a glass. He’d have only cut his hand.

You only shrugged your shoulders. “I’m just telling you. Everyone can cheat. But, the ones who choose not to and tell you what is bugging them about you or if they find somebidy they think is more fitting to them...I think that that’s better than cheating.”

“You’re right. And again, I promise that I’ll never cheat. Okay?“, he understood your actual threat as a joke and went on about his rants to a new pro hero.

“Yeah yeah.“

We’ll see about that.

...

Now, he understood. ‘make me pregnant.’, so, you wanted him to give you a baby. And he did, right?

‘you failed to give me a baby and avoid your touch.’, you did that too.

Then, you invited him, asking him to try it again. But he never came to do that because ‘ I’ll make you reeeeeaaaaallll drunk,’, And he couldn’t read the letter because it was a divorce paper. He choked back a sob.

His phone rang and he still had the pathetic hope of you calling him. Still, to his dismay, it was just Bakugo. “Oi, the fuck are you going?! Go home!”

“My home is...gone, Kacchan...“, Izuku croaked out before wailing on the ground. It was getting dark and he was only a few feet from his house away.

Katsuki, on the other end, pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance before running from his spot behind a lamp post to bring the cheater into his house. It was Katsuki’s turn to look after Izuku this time.

...

Another day.

Another slay.

That was your motto.

Now, as Japan’s number one model and singer, even though you have just given birth to your beautiful son Isamu, a few months after you’ve divorced with Izuku.

Even though you had stretchmarks, you were considered beautiful. You became a role model and gave every pregnant woman, a woman about to give birth, or mothers and women, no matter if young or old, the motivation, to do their absolute best and not to be dependent towards their husband, to which they had to pray on not getting divorced either.

Your parting with Izuku and divorcing him has made such a big movement that there has even been a holiday named after you. It was the birthday of your son. and whenever the day would arrive, you’d celebrate his birthday, and the world would celebrate your healing and strong soul and also listening to your music.

You have made so much money that you bought many enormous abandoned buildings, ruined them, and built shelters, schools, homes, orphanages, libraries and whatnot out of those buildings, with giving all the people who were earning not enough money the chance to bring healthy food to their families.

The same was with villains. You had found every single one of them with Shinsou and gave them the opportunity to make a better version of themselves. And though hesitantly, they agreed. Now, they were happy workers at various of your companies and were happier and had much less worries than before.

Even the tough or dangerous villains avoided you. Because they respected you. A woman, dependent of her husband, the number on hero, to say the least, still studying, finding out he cheated on her, breaking down, getting pregnant, divorcing him, releasing personal information, vulnerablitiy, and then becoming a role model for other women and small girls?

To think of divorcing the number one hero? Starting again from the bottom, creating art from scratch? Becoming an independent woman?

the villains, bad guys and vigilantes were looking up to you. Because of you, there had been a year nearly completely without murder, stealing, quirk usage in form of attacking the weaker person. Because of you, Japan could breathe again. Because of you, villains and heroes had stopped fighting each other for a long period of time.

All because of you. You, who got cheated on. You, whom Izuku promised that he’d never cheat on you. But he did.

You, who was so, so heartbroken when you found out, but you didn’t let it show on your face. you never showed any kind of fear or weakness in your entire presence, whenever you stepped into the public eye.

Instead, you became the woman that everybody adored and felt like protecting. Because you were pregnant when you flew out of college, you were pregnant when your parents yelled at you for divorcing the number one hero, that it was a stupid decision to not stay with a rich man, even if he cheated on you a number of times.

You were pregnant when you visited Inko Midoriya, to say goodbye to her after you told her everything. You, who had to stay strong yourself and not break down in front of the mother of your cheating husband. You, who was pregnant when she sobbed and apologized and begged for forgiveness over and over again. you, who was pregnant when she asked you if she’d ever see you again, or ever get to see the baby.

You, who was pregnant when you answered that, “Yes, you can come visit me. But don’t tell Izuku that I was here. And don’t show him this adress.”, giving her your living location.

And you, who was no more pregnant when stepping out of the labour with shaking legs, before Shinsou carried you to his car, securing your son onto the baby seat and driving off to your house.

It was a mansion, as big as a village, with many servants and housekeepers. Many people lived with you, but it was alright. Your son would get a good childhood here, that much you were sure off.

And speaking of Shinsou. you and him got very close, but none of you felt like falling in love any time soon. you also only thought of him as a brother or a good friend, Shinsou did so too.

Or so you thought. you always missed the way he looked at you fondly, looking after Isamu when you were passed out on the couch and smiled.

If only he was your husband.

...

Now, everybody was waiting for you to make an appearance on stage, your one-year-old son at home with Shoji (another close friend of yours).

You were not nervous. you knew who this song was to. you knew Izuku would be somewhere in the crowd, watching you with tears in his eyes. But he wouldn’t be able to get past the thousands of fans of yours to get to you and apologize.

You breathed in and out. the curtains in front of you opened and loud cheering roared to you, as you watched all the people who came to see you.

To hear you.

You sowly lifted your hand and formed it into a fist. by the time your fist was closed, everything got quiet.

“Hello, my dears-except for one.”, you greeted. You heard laughter and boo’s, along with clapping with cheering. You took a deep breath.

“I guess you already know me from the countless interviews...and my songs...and my photos.“

The fans clapped again.

“But, I wanted to get this one thing out of my chest. This one person, whom I couldn’t have done this all. Give it up, to your former number one hero; DEKU!!“, you screamed, and the whole stadium went nuts, except one person. Deku.

He only watched you. After so many weeks, you were happy. You glowed like a diamond under the stage light as the spotlight was focused solely on you and how good you looked in that dress.

He was such a shithead for cheating on you. Loosing you. And his child.

But, he was happy. Happy that he could at least find out that you called your son Isamu, and that Isamu was born a healthy child. Happy to see you again. Happy to see you smile, even if he’d never get to see it again. Even if the possibilities of seeing you could be erased completely out of his head. But still, he was still glad he came. He washed himself, shaved, and looked like a decent man for once.

Now, in a suit that covered his fat belly, which he was ashamed of having from not working out for a long period of time, but he couldn’t hide his chubby cheeks. Not that he cared enough. I mean, he did care, but he didn’t when you wouldn’t see him.

“Now, this is a completely different song, but I guess you already know the title. Some of my...special fans, have already found out about it. Aaaannnnd they also posted it, so I couldn’t make it a surprise. But...Um...I think the title is-“

“FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE, YOU MOTHERFUCKIN’ CHEATER!!!!“, the crowd roared, and you laughed.

If Izuku was feeling nauseous from getting glares from getting inside the concert, he was surely terrified now. There were thousands of women around him, who were all screaming the same thing. and he was the target audience.

He wanted to dissappear. These people could come at him all they wanted, but he’d do anything to get to at least see you again. and he did. When Izuku saw a letter, with your name on it in one of his many emails one day, he opened it all too eagerly. But then it dawned to him that it was just another one of your steps. Although you didn’t tell him, he began to understand you now-

he...only began to understand you...now?

He was together with you for the longest time! How could he not know you?!

“That’s right my dear people. Now-“

The band started playing, and you started with your song.

“Oh, hi, handsome~

Aren’t you a little too hard to get some?“

Even though you were singing in a jazz voice, smooth and calm, you were making fun of Deku, but he deserved it, after all. The people laughed.

“Oh hi, sweetheart,

why did~ you-break-my-heart~?“

The crowd ‘aww’ed.

“Oh~ my dear...

I fear~ that here~ and now~,

Our fates are going down....“

you voice went down by the last word and the audience was silent, and it kept on for the rest of the less-than-five-minutes song.

“...You shouuuuulllld,

Yeah, you should~

Fuck out of my, life~

you motherfuckin’ cheater~!

Get back with her,

cause you always meet her!“

As the song ended, you looked Izuku dead in the eyes.

“Fuck out of my life, you motherfuckin’ cheater.”, you said monotonely and the crowd screamed.

Izuku didn’t see you in person since then. His life...fell apart. Uraraka knocked on his door many times, but then she gave up and went away with some Shindo guy.

And as the years went by, you got prizes for making such a big movement with your divorce that you got promoted as the woman of the year.

He always followed your streams, live’s, posts, blogs and whatever stuff you did. He looked at you through a screen with tired eyes, but still, a smile on his face. A smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Until the utility got cut through and he couldn’t afford the prices. Somehow. (-> All Might+Pro hero merch, But most of it your merch)

...

You couldn’t believe that sixteen years have passed ever since. Now, you were in your mid-thirties, and chatting away with your son, who had your eyes and his father’s unruly, curly dark green hair and freckles. He also had your skin colour and the nose was also more like yours.

He didn’t attend the hero course. There were still villains out there and crimes and other bad stuff, but since that incident before Isamu’s birth, you were glad that your son didn’t make the same decision like his father.

But, all good things had to come to an end, didn’t they?

“I want to meet my father, Ma.“, Isamu pouted, his eyes, the same as yours, but much lighter, looking for attention on that sensitive topic.

You took a deep breath. “Listen, Isa, I just-”

“Ma, I will take out my USB-stick for drastic measures like these and give you a five-hour long powerpoint presentation on why you should let me meet dad.“

You were a little scared on how much Isamu resembled Izuku in terms of character and personality, but oh well, like father, like son, right?

“Don’t call him that. No ‘father’, no ‘dad’, no...male parental noun in this household. Got it?“

“Yes, but-“

“I know that I promised you over and over again and there was always something coming in between those plans sweetie, Mommy knows that,“, you gently took his hands into yours.

“BUT, I cannot promise to be at my best behaviour when we get there.“

Isamu looked at you with a confused expression. You sighed. “Isamu...there’s a lot of reasons why I’m never talking about...him. In front of you or in your hearing area. I’ll explain everything as we get to his house. Okay?”, you asked, putting a multitude of cleaning supplies, paint, cleaning brushes, gloves, dishes and other stuff with you that could fit into your new bought car, to which your son was even more confused.

Then he began to panic. “W-w-wait, should I, like, change clothes? Take something with me? Or...?”

“No. Just...take your phone and keys. I might...stay over at his place.“, you only answered, a dark look on your face. He didn’t want to ask anymore questions when you to climbed into the car and drove off.

...

Shinsou knew about you going over to...Midoriya’s place, and he didn’t like the feeling in his gut at all.

Were you going to forgive Izuku for what he did? No, Shinsou knew you.

You were doing it all for the sake of Isamu, your son. But still, Shinsou had a very bad feeling about this.

...

“This...is where you lived? With him?”, Isamu asked in deibelief upon seeing that rotten house in front of him.

Meanwhile, you were beaming with happiness. “Time to say hello, don’t you think?” You scrutinised the...place, in front of you. Bushes, plants and animals have made themselves a home in Izuku’s front yard.

The terrace was covered in spiders’ webs and many washbears lived in the corners which were hidden behind big trashbags, in which the washbears have cut holes to find food. And they found plenty.

The windows were dusty and dirty and the curtains were drawn. No need to peek in. Isamu took a few items from the stuff you packed and you put them into a backpack. Then, you brought another backpack from the backseat and put the rest of your supplies into your other bag.

You sighed before looking over to your son, who looked still unsure about all of this. You couldn’t stand seeing your only reason to be alive and happy like this, and you gave him a small hug. “We can go home if you want to.”, you murmured, combing through the younger boy’s hair.

He hugged you back, but, “I’d like to meet the jerk who broke my mother by cheating on her when he promised that she’d be the only woman he’d have eyes for. I’m sorry for grandma Inko though.”

You were sorry too. But only a little bit. “Well, let’s go then. I bet he’s still in there.”

With a few knocks came no response. Even when you did it a good number of times and even used the nerdy all might bell that screamed “I AM HERE!”, no answer.

Only a weak and pathetic “...Leave me alone...” coming from inside.

You groaned. “YO DEKU, MOVE YOUR CHEATING ASS OVER HERE! I’M HERE WITH MY SON, NOW OPEN THE FUCK UP!!!”, you yelled angrily, making your son flinch.

He had only ever heard you this loud when he got bullied and the bully’s parents didnt want to apologize. You made them beg and cry on their knees for forgiveness in five minutes.

Suddenly, it seemed like there were plenty of people inside that small maison, because in the next seconds, you heard crashing, groaning, hissing, something breaking again, and panting.

And to your horror- but absolute ego boost- a panting, overweight, fat, months long beard having, not once having showered in a long time Izuku.

He was still wearing his All Might merch. After all these years. His hair was a mess, he reeked of alocohol and fast food, and dirt and grime. He had morningbreath and his eyes looked like they could use a good hundred years of sleep.

Isamu felt like crying, that much was he disgusted by his own father. “This is the guy...who you...and he is...my...What?!”, Isamu asked shocked, eyeing his ugly dad.

“...Y-Yena?...Is...is that really you?“, he asked slowly, not believing his eyes. Then he fell unconsious. You only sighed again. “Isamu, please be so kind and call the ambulance.“

...

“It must have been a grat shock for him to meet his...um...ex, after so many years again. But it could also be from the alcohol or lack of sleep, or the unbalanced amount and type of food he consumed.”, a nurse said, blushing in your presence, and looking to the side.

Another nurse comlimented you over and over again. But you liked it. You still asked yourself if they’d talk to you like that if you weren’t famous though. Probably not.

Isamu held your arm, being surrounded by a bunch of people was never good for him. The nurses cooed over him a few minutes ago but with your intimidating glare they quickly stopped and acted on their job.

“When will he be ready to leave?“, you asked, eyeing the man sleeping on the bed. It didn’t make you feel any better when that familiar scenery reminded you of the countless times he’d had to be brought to the hospital.

“He will wake up in a few minutes. Just give him some time. And um...“, the first nurse started...looking up shyly at you. “c-could you, uh, sign...your autograph?“, they said, giving you a picture of you posing with your Isamu in your belly, smiling at the camerawoman. “Sure.“, you smiled, taking a marker and writing your name on the glass covering the photo cautiously.

Then, Izuku stirred awake, confused by the change of location.

Taglist: @smikys-stuff, @ayanies

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GUYS, I promise that I WON’T STOP MID STORY again.

I promise, okay?

What should I write next? I mean, I already know what I’ll be doing, but I want to read what you guys would like to say about it!

Until the next chapter!

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messenger-of-stupidity · 2 years

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I’m crying, so all of you need to cry too. Suffer with me. My brother was messing around with a translator, translating random Japanese words to English since we found out that yuuei has the same kanji for hero which is essentially eiyuu instead (Yes we’re late to the party, i know). That’s how it started.

He told me that my mom was gay in Japanese which was great. But what really hurts is Hitoshi’s name.

Hitoshi Shinsou means Equal Truth.

*EQUAL* Truth

LET HIM BE EQUAL GOD DAMN IT THAT’S THE FUCKING TRUTH!

#mha hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi angst #hitoshi simps #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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slayfics · 4 months

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Unknown Pleasures Ch.1

You’ve had a crush on Katsuki Bakugo since joining UA, but will another student change your mind?

Warnings: Minor angst

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The hum of the engine filled the car as the song stopped and Denki continued driving down the road. The last few weekends had consisted of Denki riling up whoever he could to come out on an adventure in his new car.

You sat in the middle back seat between Hanta and Katsuki, leaning your head against the headrest you let out a heavy sigh. A wave of relief washed over you finally being able to take your mind off responsibilities for a moment.

These random weekend adventures always lifted a weight off your shoulders and allowed you to enjoy your youth.

In the front seat, Hitoshi shifted uncomfortably. Hitoshi was a new addition to your usual cast of shenanigans. Denki had quickly befriended him much to the dismay of Katsuki who detested anyone new.

"What's Kirishima doing tonight?" Hanta asked curiously. Denki fiddled with his phone at a red light attempting to change the song.

"Oh, he is busy with Ashido~," Denki said in a sing-song voice.

"Tch- that's why you picked up this mind freak?" Katsuki huffed, making his disdain for a new face heard.

"Hey play nice blasty!" Denki called back to him.

Katsuki grunted and you giggled pinching his cheek, "Come on don't be rude," You teased.

"Cut it out!" Katsuki yelled smacking your hand away.

The light turned green, and Denki shoved his phone into Hitoshi's hand. "Why don't you be DJ man?" Denki suggested as he focused back on driving.

"You want me to choose a song?" Hitoshi clarified.

"Yeah, go ahead! I want to hear what you usually listen to!" Denki said encouragingly.

Hitoshi fiddled with Denki's phone until selecting the song Atmosphere by Joy Division.

"Oh! I love this song!" You exclaimed and began to sing.

Hitoshi's eyes wandered to the rearview mirror where he caught the reflection of you singing. The calm smile that painted your face as you sang the words perfectly caused his stomach to flutter.

However, the euphoria your playfulness gave him came crashing down when he noticed how your eyes wandered to Katsuki. Your eyes danced as they admired his face as if you were waiting for Katsuki to acknowledge you.

But what if you knew he looked at you the way you longed for Katsuki too?

His stomach only soured the more he observed the interaction. Katsuki's gaze stayed out the window completely indifferent to the softness of your expressions and the longingness in your eyes.

As if your soft features and carefree personality weren't enough to do him in, your voice was intoxicating as well. Hitoshi was sure he could spend a whole day listening to you sing his favorite songs.

Denki's voice infiltrated Hitoshi's daydream shattering his lovely image of you singing just for him.

"Alright, we're here!" Denki announced.

"About fucking time- had enough of being in this stupid car," Katsuki exclaimed and threw open the door exiting eagerly.

Hitoshi's eyes followed your figure as you quickly jumped out after Katsuki. The way the moonlight hit your skin as soon as you stepped out and your features bounced as you happily sprang in excitement forced him to suck in air to ground himself.

"You ready man?" Denki asked, noticing Hitoshi's slowness.

"Yeah," Hitoshi answered, forcing himself to blink away his desires and exit the car.

You five began to walk up a hiking trail. Denki had claimed the view had to be amazing at night, and hiking was one of the only things he could get Katsuki to agree to come to.

Hitoshi was new to the group and hung back observing the four of your interactions. It didn't take long for him to notice your gaze never left Katsuki. He was always in your line of vision and most of all he was the main person you responded to in the conversation. The other two boys might as well not have been there at all in your eyes.

Eventually, the conversation pushed you out as the three boys got into a heated discussion regarding something pointless.

Hitoshi quickened his pace, taking this opportunity to speak more with you.

"Hey," He called out to get your attention.

"Hey general studies~," You teased.

Hitoshi would have corrected you that he was enrolling in the hero course now, but your teasing caught him off guard and it took all his concentration not to be flustered by your comment.

"How are you enjoying the hike so far?" You asked.

"It's fine-," He shrugged his shoulders." So- what usually happens on these night outs?" he asked.

"Hmm- well usually we try to get in as much trouble as we can before Bakugo yells at us to go back," You giggled.

Hitoshi's nose scrunched up at the sound of how you sang out Katsuki's name. Your crush on him was all too evident.

But why?

What did you see in that belligerent blond?

“Are you excited to be in the hero course now?” you asked, snapping Hitoshi out of his thoughts.

“Yes of course. It’s all I’ve ever wanted… I’m especially excited to get to know everyone more.” He stated.

“Oh, that’s funny~ last I remember you said you weren’t here to make friends.” You teased.

Hitoshi flushed slightly at your comment, “Yes, I did say that- however, I find myself particularly excited to get to know you more. Speaking of that- would you like to go out to eat sometime?” He asked.

His words took the breath out of your lungs and froze your footsteps. Hitoshi stopped and turned to face you, taking in your shocked expression. You had never been asked out so straightforward before- nor did you expect it from your new classmate. And then there was your feelings for-…

Hitoshi spoke, bringing you out of your spiraling thoughts.

“It’s Bakugo, isn’t it?” He asked simply.

His words sent you into even more peril. In the brief time Hitoshi has spent with you he had picked up your crush on Katsuki. Was it that obvious?

“Is he your boyfriend?” Hitoshi asked further.

You stuttered like an idiot not knowing how to form a sentence after being so taken off guard. “He- well no he’s not but- I uh- I don’t-,” you tried to get out anything that would make sense. Thankfully, Hitoshi hated seeing you in such discomfort.

“It’s all right. You don’t have to explain, I think I understand. However… if you’re ever tired of waiting for him to appreciate you like he should- I can assure you I’d do a better job.” He spoke.

Your eyes searched his, completely overwhelmed by his boldness. His expression was genuine, calm, and serious. Hitoshi had every intention of laying out his affinity for you honestly and politely. It was unlike anything you had experienced before- and left you speechless.

“The hell are you two doing back there?” Katsuki spewed looking back at you both. In the fleeting moment you two had stopped to speak, the three boys had made some considerable distance.

Hitoshi let out a disgruntled sigh, the angry chihuahua's temper poked at his nerves. It was past cruel that such a vulgar man would have your affection. However, as Hitoshi averted his gaze from you to Katsuki he saw for the first time a quick shimmer of possessiveness in the blond's eyes.

Did Katsuki have some feelings for you after all? Or was it just his ego that appreciated your attention? Whatever the case, the tension that held between the two students was not going to be the last.

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee

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frickingnerd · 7 months

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shinsou dating present mic's daughter

pairing: hitoshi shinsou x fem!reader

tags: fluff, a bit suggestive, mentions of marriage/proposing, threats, being caught kissing, friends to lovers

you were introduced to shinsou by present mic and aizawa, who had been training with the boy, after he voiced his desire to join the hero course

aizawa had been training with shinsou until now, but he wanted the kid to have someone from the hero course to train with, so you were introduced to him

shinsou was happy to have a partner his own age and someone who was closer to his own skill level to train with and he really wanted to learn all he could from you, especially about the hero course!

the two of you began to bond over your dreams to become heroes and you often talked about the hero course, fantasizing about how fun it would be like, if shinsou was in your class!

the two of you became friends fast and the romantic feelings followed soon after

aizawa and present mic were both happy that the two of you were such good friends, both unaware of your feelings for each other

eventually, shinsou and you began to go out on secret dates with each other, all under the disguise of being just friends

only when present mic walked in on you and shinsou kissing in your room did your little lie get revealed

shinsou was kicked out of the house immediately after your dad walked in on the two of you and you had to listen to an hour long lecture about staying safe around boys – in more than just one way…

while present mic was a bit upset about finding you make out with a boy in your room, he didn't hold a grudge against shinsou

he still trusted the kid and he believed that he'd make a good boyfriend for you!

though the next time he meets shinsou, he can't help but give him the "treat her right or they'll never find your body, kid!" speech

he's mostly joking though, but shinsou really does take him seriously–

present mic is very supportive of your relationship with shinsou and accepts him into the family right away

he'll even tell shinsou to call him "dad" or "his old man" and while shinsou does turn that offer down, he occasionally finds himself pressured into calling him that…

present mic treats shinsou like he's part of the family and he's the first one to suggest that shinsou asks for your hand in marriage after graduation, telling him to hurry up and put a ring on you, before another boy steals you away from him…

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deleteddewewted · 4 months

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How To Not Welcome The New Years (MHA)

(MHA Edition x Gn! Reader)

MDNI

W: Everyone is Aged Up (18+), Cheating, Angst, Hurt/Injured, No One Is a Good Person Including the Reader, (C: Bakugou, Shinso, Monoma, Kirishima, Aizawa, and Hawks)

Bakugou

He was always too busy for the smallest of things.

He was too busy to set up a date night.

He was always too busy.

He had no problem doing the interviews he hated but he had an issue if you asked him to go to bed with you if you wanted some affection.

Your relationship was wilting away right under him and he seemed to not care.

You checked out of it already. You were ready for him to end things soon since he didn't bother to get you a present for Christmas and he didn't even come home for the holiday either.

He didn't even bother to open them once he got home and instead went to his office to finish up some reports.

You thought that maybe he would try to put in an effort for New Year's.

His agency always hosts a party for the sidekicks and you, delusionally, thought he would take you.

He left you behind at home to greet the new year.

You called him.

He surprised you when he picked up. In the background, you could hear his friends talking.

Maybe once upon a time, it would hurt that he was prioritizing his friends but you were numb. It no longer mattered.

"What do you need Y/n?" He was annoyed. Maybe it was at you. Maybe it was because of how loud his friends were being. Kirishima could be heard in the background talking about some trip he had planned for after New Year's.

You dont remember the last time he ever took you on a vacation.

"I'm breaking up with you. I'll be out by tonight." You're to the point. There was no reason for you to prolong it.

He fell out of love and you were done with being in love with someone who didn't see you as worth spending his time on.

"W-what?! What are you talking about?"

"Bye Bakugou." You ended the call and began packing.

Your phone kept ringing as you packet. You turned it off after the 5th call.

You had an apartment already. You had it just in case you ended the relationship earlier.

You welcomed the new year alone and walking down the busy and joy-filled streets of Japan, bags in hand and phone turned off.

Shinso

He was so sweet when you both started dating.

He was attentive and patient with you. Never did he raise his voice even when you were in the wrong.

He coddled you and that was something you didn't mind too much as your relationship progressed.

It felt nice to be wanted and to be looked after but it began to change as you both got older and entered your respective careers.

He started snapping at you.

He was angry. He reminded you of Bakugou but he lacked the ego.

The once loving and comforting Shinso was now a brut who came home to get upset with you.

He yelled, he cried. He was frustrated beyond belief. He repeated as much to you.

"You wouldn't understand just how hard my job is." doesn't matter if you worked the same job or not, he always made you feel like you were not as hard-working or as overworked as him.

For the holidays he didn't bother to put on a happy face when you visited your family. He started arguing that you should have gone to his family for the holidays.

For New Years you had hoped he would've appreciated the reservation you made at his favorite restaurant.

You dressed up and made sure to make yourself look and feel good. You liked having an excuse to dress up, try something new, and see what might make him happy.

You both agreed to meet at the restaurant since he was out working.

And when you got there he was in his hero uniform instead of the suit he had said he was going to change into at the agency he worked at.

He was sweaty and dirty, and his hair had stuck to his forehead.

"Shinso, you said that-" You were cut off as he slammed his hand against the table, the drinks that had been set spilling onto the table and onto the floor.

"For fuck sake, Y/n. I just got off of work. Can I please relax?" He snapped at you.

You started the New Year crying. He kept muttering to himself about how upsetting it was that he couldn't eat in peace.

Monoma

He was gentlemanly with you. Always opening the door for you, taking his jacket/hoodie/coat off so you could wear it even if it means that he'd be cold.

He was always attentive even if he was self-centered at times.

As he entered his career he was bombarded with work all at once. He never had a moment for you and when he got home he would say he was tired.

You thought that maybe for the Holidays he would get a break but that wasn’t the case. He was working late, barely answering his phone and sleeping at the agency just so he could finish paperwork.

He told you that he would take you to the agency’s New Year’s party.

You were enjoying the music and the drinks, speaking to his friends and your friends when you realized he wasn’t by your side anymore.

You looked for him and in a hallway you found him kissing with someone who you knew to be a sidekick.

“Monoma” You didn’t know what to say or do. He jumped and pushed the sidekick away before trying to get close to you.

“Y/n! W-Wait! Let me explain. This is all a big misunderstanding!” He tried explaining but you were already walking away. He went back to the party and couldn’t find you anywhere.

No one knew where you were and he couldn’t get a hold of you. He started panicking thinking that you might have gotten hurt or worse.

Kirishima

Kirishima didn’t know when to quit and that was the reason why you loved him so much.

He was always trying to push himself to do things that he might fear for the sake of someone else.

He was scared to ask you out and when he managed to get the word with he couldn’t help let out a cheer when you accepted to date him.

Once he started his pro-hero career it took a lot out of him. Physically and mentally.

He was constantly getting injured and every time you had come to the hospital not knowing how or why he got hurt.

There were times when he nearly died and it left you distraught. You never knew when it would be the last time you’d see him.

And he refused to tell you what he was doing or how hurt he was.

New Year's was no different.

He was hurt and bleeding out after fighting a villain. He was rushed to the hospital and when you arrived to check up on him he snapped at you when you began asking him what happened.

You had spent so long telling him that you wanted him to stop taking so many risks. His health and life were on the line and he truly didn’t need to be making brash decisions.

"Y/n, if I don't do this who will?" He was frustrated and you understood that but you also dreaded someday not having the chance to see him again.

"Eijiro, please-"

"Y/n, stop. Just please stop." He doesn't want to hear you complain and he asks you to leave.

He hears the fireworks outside his hospital room.

Aizawa

He's always stressed out and that's how you met him.

He was feeding strays on his patrol and he saw you doing the same.

You started dating and it didn't bother you at all that he was absent often since he worked at UA and as an underground hero.

He made an effort to be there for the holidays but even if he couldn't be there he would make sure to tell you in advance.

The only issue with this was that he prioritized work and solitude more than being around people.

You could understand that he wanted to have his breaks in peace but it also meant that he would push you away.

It started bothering you after a while. You told him that you'd like to spend more time with him and he agreed that he could try but nothing changed.

UA decided to host a New Year's party for the teachers and students.

Aizawa went, not bothering to tell you, and when you tried getting a hold of him he didn't answer his phone.

You got into an argument when he came back.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to the party? I could have joined you." You felt hurt.

"I only went to keep the peace. Hizashi made me go."

"And you could have brought me so I could meet your coworkers."

"Stop it. Im tired and want to sleep, Y/n." He cut you off.

He went to bed leaving you to sleep on the couch as you watched the news broadcasters celebrate the new year.

Hawks

He played the role of an attentive boyfriend well.

He felt something for you, he knew it was something positive but he didn't know if he could define it as love.

He was always good at pretending so it didn't hurt to try and be your boyfriend.

It was a new relationship and he liked the affection he got from you. it was nice.

He felt appreciated in a way he hadn't been before.

Your touch, your kisses, your hugs. It was warm and inviting.

It all came crashing during the New Year party the hero commissioned hosted for all ranked heroes.

He was getting pictures with fans, talking with possible investors for his agency, talking with heroes, and all while ignoring you.

You understood he had his priorities on his agency but ever since you two started dating, it felt like he wasn't really invested in the relationship. Like something was missing from it.

When the countdown began, you tried getting him to join you out on the balcony. You wanted to greet the new year with him but he wouldn't budge.

"Give me a second." He said before making his way over to Endeavor and Jeanist.

The clock hit midnight and everyone cheered as they congratulated each other.

Hawks didn't go back to you at all. You left the party without telling him anything and just went back to your apartment.

He didn't notice you were gone until they started clearing the space and the cleaning crew started cleaning up.

He looked for you and when he couldn't find you he tried calling.

You never answer him and so he left to search for you before leaving you a last text and heading home.

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thehusbandoden · 8 months

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You Flinch During an Argument -Shinso Hitoshi

A/n: meow <3

Oh wait I think this is actually my first finished thing for Shinso. Am I doing him right?? Idk T^T

General info:

Genre: angst to fluff/comfort // Wc: 1,594 // second person

Warnings!: arguing, accidentally breaking a promise, flinching, and a little bit of crying.

Horror ate away at Shinso's conscience as he looked down at you in shock.

You, his beloved y/n who stuck with him through these difficult seven months of a new relationship. His one and only supporter, his first love, his best friend, and his partner.

He had promised you that he would never use his quirk on you unless it was related to training.

He promised, and he belived it too. He knew that he would never take control of your goregous mind.

And so why? Why did he let himself be so weak. So.. so out of control?

It was all a blur. He hadn't even realized that he activated his quirk that he despised so much. One second you were shouting at one another, and the next you were completely still, eyes holding no sign of their usual spark. That spark that was always present, the spark that he grew to adore.

He continued to yell though, not yet noticing that you weren't yourself.

"Why can't you tell that I did nothing! She grabbed my arm and I ignored her! I walked away without sparing her a glance- y/n she means nothing! You're the only one that I could ever possibly be interested in! So why are you being so stubborn!? Just- just stop!"

At his command you simply dropped the arms that were folded against your chest, going completely still.

That was when he realized that you weren't in your right mind- that it seemed like you were being controlled.

The realization broke his heart as he deactivated his quirk, causing your eyes to suddenly pop back to life.

Your face was contorted in confusion for a few moments before you slowly looked up at him in shock.

"Y-y/n I-I can explain." Shinso's voice was wobbly as he looked down at you, eyes wide in unbelieve, voice full of emotion. You've never seen him this shaken before, and to be honest it scared you. What.. happened?

"D-did you just control me? Hitoshi you better answer truthfully."

"I-I did but- please it was an accident- I- I swear-"

"Hitoshi.. you promised me you wouldn't. What happened?" You asked, tears in your eyes as your hands started to shake.

"I-I know baby I know but please it was an accident- I- I noticed when you stopped when I told you to-"

"How long did you control me Hitoshi?"

"Less then a minute- please y/n I didn't mean to!"

"But yet you still did. I- I can't look at you right now. I.. need some time."

"Y-y-y/n.." Shinso whispered, tears pooling at the edge of his eyes.

"Y/n... y/n please- I- I-"

"I-I'm just going to go.. I'll.. see you some other time."

"Y/n wait!"

"What is it.. Shinso?"

"I-I am so, so sorry. I'll understand if you're going to- to leave me."

"No, Sh- Hitoshi. I'm not going to leave you. I Just need some time to sort this out, okay? I'll text you when I get to my dorm, but other than that please don't contact me."

"O-okay.. I-I love you.."

"I- I love you too.."

Three weeks later and you were still dreading talking to Shinso. You've texted him every few days to let him know that you were doing okay and you simply needed more time. He was understanding each time, and that calmed you down quite a bit.

You knew that you wouldn't be able to leave him. You've loved the boy for years. You fell in love with himin elementary school, admiring his quick wit and braveness fending off bully after bully. You admired him, you really did.

The two of you quickly became friends, and your love for him grew each day. You eventually worked up the courage to confess in your first grade of high school. He seemed hesitant, but he accepted your brunch date. After three dates in quick session he was the one to ask for the two of you to advance, which you accepted.

Less than a month in he confessed his love and you reciprocated his feelings. Five more months into your relationship and everything seemed so perfect. That is until girls started flocking him.

It made sense, he had recently gotten into the hero course and had outstanding looks. You would've been fine with it- but he didn't seem to mind.. at all. He wouldn't tell them to back off, or even tell them he was taken. He simply.. ignored them. It made you uncomfortable and you tried to reasonable about it, but he just wouldn't listen.

After a month of this back and forth you refused to be brushed off again and it ended up being both your first argument as a couple, and will probably be the worst one in at least a year or so.

You believed him when he said that he didn't mean to activate his quirk, but it still hurt. And you couldn't shake it off. You knew that you would forgive him, and this endless silence was breaking him, but you just needed more time. But you also knew that you couldn't wait much later or Shinso would be broken for at least a few months. And so, you scheduled a meet up. In three days, you texted Shinso to meet you in your favorite park to talk. He willingly agreed, and now you simply have to collect your thoughts.

~~Three days later~~

You took a deep breath as you looked yourself over in the mirror.

You were dressed casually, plain blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black leather jacket.

Looking over yourself worriedly, you smiled as you remember you complaining about this exact outfit to Shinso and how he told you that you looked nice. He hugged you from behind, gazing into your eyes lovingly before complimenting everything he loved about your outfit, accompanying each sentence with a kiss to your head, temple, forehead, cheeks, and then your nose.

He gazed into your eyes, taking your hand before telling you that you were gorgeous, and that he could never dream of anyone more perfect than you.

Smiling sadly, you hurry to grab your phone and wallet before heading out of your dorm, greeting your classmates as they smiled and waved at you.

Stepping outside, you hurry to the park, wanting to get there before Shinso does. Humming, you smiled at your favorite play list you were listening to, deciding that some of your favorite music would help calm your nerves and help you think clearer.

A few minutes later you arrived at the park, smirking as you realized Shinso wasn't there yet.

Ever since you discovered the park in the beginning of your highschool year the two of you started a tradition, if you could call it that. You never discussed it, but you had always rushed to see who could get to the park first, and Shinso usually won. He hardly cared about how he looked and didn't mind losing out on sleep to see you pout so cutely.

It was actually quite endearing, though you would never admit it out loud.

Sitting on your favorite bench under a large Oak tree, you pull out your phone to text Shinso, gently teasing him for being second this time. As you were about to hit send, you jumped as you felt a cold hand embrace your cheek. Looking at the hand, you scoffed as you saw Shinso holding your cheek gently, smiling teasingly at you.

"Got you.. again." Shinso murmured, causing you to blow a strand of hair out of your face huffingly.

"Yeah yeah, whatever." You pout, causing the boy in front of you to chuckle.

"So.. you're ready to talk?" Shinso prompted, sitting across from you, now nervous and unsure.

"Yeah... Listen Hitoshi, I know you didn't mean to, and I know that you feel really bad about it."

"I do, I really, really do."

"And I know for a fact that I am not gonna leave you for something so silly. I love you, Toshi and I want to hear the apology you've been dying to tell me and forgive you."

"Y/n, my Love, I am so, so sorry. I cannot forgive myself for losing control of my quirk like that, and I promise that I will do everything in my power to never lose control again. I also want to apologize for overlooking your feelings. In my head it was enough to ignore them, but now I realize that that was selfish and wrong, and I want to talk to you, calmly about it, and find a conclusion."

"I forgive you, Toshi. And I'm sorry too. I'd really like it if we could find some middle ground.. but first, we should get some lunch and go on a date, we've harldy seen each other in three weeks after all. Oh, and I love you I really, really do."

"And I love you so much more y/n, so much that it hurts." Shinso murmured, leaning towards you after every word, finishing it off with kissing your lips sweetly.

"I don't think that's possible." You breathe, causing Shinso to chuckle.

"Oh trust me, it is." He finished, pecking your lips once more before standing up, taking your hand to take you out on the best date possible.

Because there is nothing Shinso loved more than you, and he'd continue to prove it until the day he died.

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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If your nails dragging along his lower stomach and the loving kisses to his temple weren’t going to wake him up, the surprise tackle from his 30 pound three year old straight to the chest would.

“Told you I’d sic her on you if you didn’t get moving,” he hears you chuckle mercilessly. He tries to wrangle the scrambling child on top of him, but his movements are far too clumsy from their interrupted sleep. “Breakfast is almost done. It’s your favorite, so you’d better be at the table in ten, boo-bear.” He hears your slippers shuffle as you leave the room, leaving just him and the little backstabber in his warm bed.

“I told you not to call me that!” He grumbles at your leaving form, knuckling his eyes and turning his attention up at the tiny traitor, who’s still bouncing excitedly on her knees. “Why do you let her be so mean to me?”

“‘Cause mommy makes better strawber’ milk,” she says confidently, and he can’t even try to fight the amusement that wants to splay on his face.

“Well,” he sighs. “Can’t argue with that.” She giggles and rests her forehead against his, blinking those doe eyes innocently at him, and he groans as he tries to bury his face away for just a little bit more rest.

Too early for her to be so damn cute.

“Five more minutes,” he grumbles into the pillow. His daughter pokes his cheek, making his eyes peel back open again, bleary with exhaustion but still able to make out the adorable determination on her face.

“Go away.��

“Mommy says we gots’ get up now,” she pouts, once again prodding his forehead, this time with a finger.

He smacks his lips and casually blinks his tired eyes, an arm darting out to pull and clutch the small child to his chest, fighting back the smirk as she kicks and laughs to try and get away from his playful hold.

“Mommy doesn’t tell me what to do,” he hums, nosing at her wispy hair while she finally stills and burrows closer to his chest for snuggles. “You listen to me. I’m the boss around here.”

“Okay dadda!”

He pauses once she goes quiet.

“Don’t tell her I said that.”

Osamu, Kuroo, KIYOOMI, SUNA, Hajime, BAKUGO, Shinsou

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pearl-blue-musings · 2 months

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Am I okay?

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x fem!afab!reader

Word Count: ~1.7K

Author’s note: this is heavily and I mean HEAVILY selfship coded as it’s yet again another personal fic. If you’re not new to my page, I’ve been very open about my physical trauma and this fic is no exception. There’s some smut at the beginning and some angst but with comfort. It’s what I would love to have happen someday if the situation were to arise. The words in red are what my assualter actually said to me and it’s still hard for me to hear to this day. I hope if there’s anyone who happens to have been in a similar situation like me that this finds them some sort of solace and comfort (aged up of course)

“Fuck kitten, you feel so good.”

Hitoshi’s voice is hot and heavy in your ear as he thrusts into you. The sound of his grunts mix with your sweet moans and whimpers, his lips latching onto your neck to stifle his own noises. His hips buck up into you fiercely, his grip on the headboard and pillow underneath you giving him leverage. Your ankles are locked on the back of his waist as your nails dig into his muscled skin. He feels so good above you and inside you, your cunt twitching and tightening around him.

You can already feel that coil inside you wanting to be released as it tightens and tightens. Your voice gets higher and higher the more he kisses and fucks your pussy. The muscles in your legs start to ache from wrapping around him and trying to hold back your own pleasure. Your toes curl as his cock hits that spot that has you seeing stars. “Oh fuck, baby,” you whimper out, back arching off the bed. You hear him snicker as he keeps his pace. For a moment, Hitoshi adjusts your position, placing your ankles on his shoulders and his hands on your hips. He’s hitting you so deep and it feels so so good. It’s addicting and you want more, you want to become undone for him. You love Hitoshi so much and he you, sharing this moment of passion that has been long awaited between the two of you. A warm and rough hand cups your face, capturing your attention so you’re under his lust filled gaze. You kiss his palm and to him you’ve never looked prettier. Under the moonlight, covered in sweat, eyes glazed over in pleasure, Hitoshi knows he’s a special man in order to see you in this way. His other hand moves to your clit and starts to rub at the swollen nub. A pleasure filled shriek leaves your lips and you drop your head back.

“Mmm fuck, I’m so close kitten. Are you close? I know you are, baby girl.”

His voice is like lavender infused honey, it’s smooth, sweet, and downright sexy. You nod vigorously and breathe out. “I wanna, fuck, I wanna cum.”

He leans closer, your tits and tummy bouncing in front of him. Your thighs are now pressed against your chest, keeping you in place. He can feel you leaking already all over his cock. The idea of you being pregnant makes his dick twitch even more. He huskily breathes, “yes, darling. Do it, cum for me.

“Let go for me, it’s okay.”

Let go for me, it’s okay.

“Pineapple! P-pineapple, pineapple!”

Your moans of pleasure quickly shift to cries and tears of sadness. Hitoshi perks up his eyebrows and whispers, “shit, shit okay.” His grip loosens on your body as he slowly pulls out of you. Although he was very close, he gently places your legs down and gets up and heads toward the bathroom. You hear him finish with a muffled groan, run the sink to wash his hands and a bath for you. He grabs a towel for you and comes back. You’re now, despite not being cleaned yet, wrapped up in the covers panting and attempting to stop yourself from crying. The bed dips under his weight but he doesn’t touch you just yet. You finally let go of the sheets and reach out your hand to him. A sigh of relief escapes his lips and he quickly pulls you into a hug. You cry harder into his embrace as you grip him securely. He begins to wipe the sweat and fluids off your legs and back, looking into your eyes for permission to wipe in between your legs.

You slowly open your legs for him, holding onto his arm as his free one cleans you. Your abs contract and ache from going from almost climaxing to crying. Hitoshi coos at you to breathe slowly and try to calm down your body. With a tremble in your lips you nod and blink away some tears.

With a low and soft voice he asks, “baby, what happened? I’m happy you used the safe word but what led there? Did I do something you didn’t like?” He places the towel to the side and brings you into his arms again, rocking you back and forth slowly. He kisses your cheek over and over as he waits for you to respond.

Sniffling, you shake your head. “No,” you say wobbly, “you were doing everything right.” You take a second to breathe and lay your head against his chest. “I, I’m sorry you didn’t get to finish how, how you wanted. I didn’t mean-”

“No,” Hitoshi shushes you with soft shushing sounds. His lithe fingers wipe away your fresh tears. “As much as I wanted to finish inside you, this isn’t about me right now. You used the safe word and when I heard that I stopped. It doesn’t matter what was gonna happen after that.” His voice is reassuring and comforting as you feel your heart rate finally slow. “Breathe with me, kitten. In, two, three, four, five. And out, two, three, four, five.” You follow and copy his movements, never once breaking eye contact. Once you both have similar heartbeats, you lower your head and move to the other side of the bed. With what you’re about to say, you’re unsure if you can face him right now.

Hitoshi reaches out and grazes the skin of your back. “Kitten…”

“I need,” you breathe out. “I need to tell you what happened. You remember how I told you how I was… back in undergrad.” Hitoshi finds himself nodding, moving a little bit closer to you so you can hear his quiet yes. “I was,” you sniffle, “I was so out of it. He, he drugged me and we were at my place…he drove my car. And when you told me to “let go, it’s okay” it reminded me of when he said it to me and I thought,” your voice breaks as you huff. “I thought I was okay but I can still hear him in my head. He’s still there, touching me, violating me, and and…” Your voice trails off with a stutter as you break down and cry once more. Behind you, Hitoshi tries to contain the rage he feels inside for you while also feeling guilt for saying something so triggering. He pulls you into his chest, rubbing at your arms for reassurance and comfort.

Hitoshi lets you cry, kissing your cheek softly. You buckle completely under his embrace, legs falling limp as you lay your weight against him. He gets up from the bed, momentarily leaving your side as he then picks you up, one arm under your legs and the other around your back. He walks you out of the bedroom and toward the living room, where he sets the two of you on the oversized beanbag chair. The two of you fall easily onto the furniture and lay your head on his shoulder. In your head, you’re secretly happy you bugged your love to buy this very very large beanbag chair. You didn’t think it would be used like this but you’re not upset about it.

Using their bluetooth speaker, Hitoshi quietly asks the technology to play some soothing instrumental music to help soothe and not disturb their neighbors. He finally feels you calm down completely and he begins to hum lightly. His voice lulls you to sleep and eventually sleep finds him too.

The next morning, you’re alone on the beanbag chair and the smell of your favorite breakfast wafts in the air. You yawn and stretch widely, realizing a new bundle of warmth had joined you. On your lap is your two year old cat, waking you up more by purring and making biscuits on your covered legs. Amidst the sizzling sounds of his cooking, he hears your shuffling and brings you a mug of warm tea and a kiss on top of your head. “Good morning,” he rasps. “I see our bundle of joy has decided to wake you up.” You nod tiredly with a stretch as you grab the mug on the end table. You take a sip and immediately feel your muscles relax. The honey is stirred in to perfection and the taste is exactly what you need. You get up slowly and head toward the kitchen. You go toward the cabinet holding your medicine, place the mug down in order to get your pills. Once you’ve taken them, you drink more of your tea and just watch your boyfriend cook the two of you breakfast. He’s confidently shirtless with his pajama bottoms hanging low on his waist. You smile gently, setting the tea at your spot on the dinner table and wrap your arms around him. He jumps slightly, then rests his hand on top of your interlocked ones. “It’s almost ready. Did you miss me already?”

You nod into his back before giving the bare skin a peck. After a few minutes, the sound of the sizzling dies down and he lowers the setting on the stove. He turns around to wrap his arms around your mid back, running his fingers up and down your back. He sighs loudly, a sign you know that he wants to say something. You rest your chin on his chest and give him a nod of encouragement. His eyes shine with love as he pulls you closer into him. Hitoshi coughs. “As you slept, I found myself unable to. I stayed with you as long as I could, making sure you were asleep soundly.” He pauses for a moment to kiss the top of your head, his voice getting caught in his throat. “I looked up support groups for victims of ra- umm, sexual assault. Kitten, listen I think you should join one. They’ll help you better than I can and,” his voice trails off as a couple tears fall down his lashes. Your hands squeeze him tightly as you feel his stomach and chest heave from his withheld cries. In this moment, he wants to protect you, be there for you in every way possible. You don’t need him to finish his sentence, knowing that he spent time wanting to help you is all you need.

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thetreefairy · 10 months

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Platonic Aizawa and Present mic where reader was doing a patrol with a few friends of class 1A and Hitoshi and something happens and reader gets trapped with this hero that panicked saving their self and left reader for dead.

Did I make this while in a depressive episode yes, so if its more like comedy then angst hehe-

Kofi

Warnings: implied murder, class 1-a tells erasermic what happened much to the heroes dismay, Reader wakes up kidnapped, class 1-a is also a yandere.

It was Reader’s first mission together with Hitoshi and Uraraka. They were incredibly excited, especially since they were with their favorite hero: NYX. “We will be doing a rescue mission, if you sense any danger get out of there.” Nyx told them. “Take care of each other. [Hero name], you are with me.”

“Understood!” Reader agreed happily. “Stay safe.” Hitoshi whispered in his sibling’s ear as they separated. “I will.”

Well, Reader tried. During the rescue mission they were caught by villains, and NYX left Reader and the victim as the main villain made the building collapse. Reader used their body to protect the victim causing Reader to pass out.

“[Hero name]? "Please be okay!” the victim shouted. The victim kept shouting for help and help.

“Where is Reader?” Hitoshi asked NYX when he saw them come out alone. “They were supposed to be behind me.” NYX lied, turning around in fake concern. “Where are they?” Uraraka asked, feeling nervous.

“Uraraka, call Eraserhead. I will deal with NYX.”

When Erasermic had arrived at the scene, multiple heroes were trying to get into the building and get Reader. Uraraka made the ruins float and when Tokoyami arrived together with Hawks he used Dark Shadow to lift up wrecks. “Bird!” The victim shouted. “[Hero Name] is injured! Please help! Please!”

“Go to Reader, Hitoshi. We will take care of NYX.” Present mic told his adoptive son. “Fuck them up.” Hitoshi told his dads. Eraserhead just nodded and pushed them away.

“We are going to talk.” Eraserhead told NYX and Present mic started to drag them towards an alleyway.

“Fucking hell.” Hitoshi gasped out when he saw his siblings' injuries. “I am so sorry.” The victim apologized. “You have nothing to say sorry for.” Hitoshi promised her. “Hitoshi, go with Reader into ambulance. We will give Eraserhead and Present Mic the location.”

Hitoshi nodded at Uraraka.

When Reader woke up they were in a hospital-like room. But when they looked out of the window they saw that they weren’t. It looked like Aizawa’s home scenery.

“Shouldn’t I be in the dorms?” Reader mumbled out loud. “Reader!” Hizashi shouted happily and hugged them. “You woke up.”

Hizashi started crying as Aizawa, Hitoshi and Uraraka rushed in. Luckily there was a lot of room. “What the fuck is going on?” Reader mumbled out. “Papa, why am I here instead of a hospital? Is Miss Butterfly okay?”

“Miss butterfly is okay.” Hitoshi told Reader. Class 1-a nodded and Uraraka said: “She is alright, she gave me this letter to give to you.”

Uraraka showed Reader the letter and then put it down on the desk. “she was really sad when we told her you wouldn’t become a hero.” Hitoshi chuckled as Aizawa petted your hair. “Wait, why wouldn’t I become a hero?”

“Don’t worry Reader! Class 1-a will visit a lot!” Uraraka said in a comforting tone. “Now hold on, who said I won’t be a hero?”

“We did.” Aizawa said. Reader looked at Hizashi. “Mainly me actually.” Hizashi casually said. “Shota thought you would still be able to be a support hero, but you are way too precious for that!”

“What the fuck.”

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circledotdestroy · 11 months

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Imagine Dating Monoma and Shinso when you are part of Class A’s Core Four. (With the power dynamics between you, Bakugo, and Todoroki changing so much, having a “Big Three” was too hard to keep up with.)

Before you three got close, they were originally envious because you were powerful, a “main character”.

When they started liking you, they were afraid one day you were going to run so far that they wouldn’t be able to follow you.

Now they just pray that you don’t die while getting into stupid situations with the other 3.

#take this as fluff crack or angst #either way you give them heart attacks #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha x female reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #neito monoma x reader #monoma x reader #shinso x reader #shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou #mha imagines #monoshin x reader #thought dump

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sugarlywhispers · 4 months

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☆–a.n; @hitoshisbf MOOTIE, I GOTCHUU♡ tho, idk if this is the turn you were looking for with his, but i hope at least satiates a bit of your need ;) also, i haven't written this fast anything LOOOL idk, i'm living for the angsty fics lately♡

☆–warnings; angst, alcohol consumption, a bit of smut in one paragraph lol, and of course swearing, because Shinsou is as bad as Bakugou.

Shinsou Hitoshi is not a man that shows his feelings openly.

Everybody knows that.

So it isn’t a surprise when he returns to the agency from that hell of a fight, face blank, void of any emotion, eyes looking sleepy and tired like they always do. But there is something. Something about the way he is walking, the way he is breathing, or maybe call it his aura, that makes everyone flinch as he walks from the entrance directly towards the elevator.

From all the eyes he knows and feels looking at him, he strongly feels yours. He knows he shouldn’t close on himself and not seek help when he perfectly knows this is a moment to seek for help. For you.

But he can’t avoid it.

The guilt.

Another partner lost.

Another person died in his care.

More than one.

He is 32 years old and apparently he can’t take care of a sidekick half his age, who is already an adult, but still a baby in this profession. This fucking profession of being a hero. How many have already gone? How many have lost their lives because he wasn’t fast enough, strong enough, or even smart enough? How. Fucking. Many.

Hitoshi sighs when he’s in front of the door to his office, not really knowing how he got there; and when he enters and then turns to close it, he encounters the eyes of Midoriya Izuku who looks at him, worried and pitiful.

“It wasn’t your fault, Hitoshi,” Midoriya’s words feel more like a dagger stuck deep in his guts than the comfort he tries to give.

“How many, Midoriya… How many.”

And with that he closes the door and locks it. He doesn’t wait for his co-worker and friend's response. Hitoshi doesn’t need it. He knows it.

After throwing some of his equipment over the small couch he has in the middle of his office, Shinsou walks directly towards one of his furniture where he hides it. Alcohol. Rum, to be exact. He discovered –after a situation similar to this one– that the only thing that gives him a bit of comfort is the burn of the liquor going down his throat. He hates it, he loathes it completely. But he loves how the painful burning turns off his senses and closes down his gullet as the liquid slides inside his system. His ability to speak turns off, just as his consciousness.

He gulps down glass after glass after glass. He doesn’t care that he’s at work and by all ethics he shouldn’t be doing this here. But he doesn’t fucking care anymore.

He doesn’t care that once again one of his co-workers and two of his sidekicks died right in front of his eyes.

He doesn’t care that even if he got there a tad bit sooner, they could still be alive, he could have saved them.

He doesn’t care that it was his fault, because he got distracted from trying to follow one of those villains and didn’t stay to help his team.

But he does care. It is his fault. Everything.

Glass after glass after glass of rum, and he already feels the rise in temperature and the dizziness in his body. But he doesn’t care. He deserves feeling like this… This helpless and useless, because that’s what he is. A fucking useless piece of shit. Not even good at his own job. What would Aizawa say? Dad would agree with Shinsou. He’s just a fucking nuisance. He has been for everybody since his very first day at UA.

The rumble of knocks on his office’s door makes him groan. He doesn’t move, whomever it is should know already that he’s not going to fucking answer the door.

“Shinsou, it’s me,” your muffled voice sounds and he curses Midoriya’s name. He knows it was him who sent you. He always did whenever Hitoshi traveled down to the most inner dark places of his own mind.

He can’t not open the door to you. You are and will always be the exception to any rule. You come before anything and everyone, even his own misery. But, he had drank so much he realizes now he can't move his legs as he tries to stand up from his chair behind his desk. His arms and legs feel like gum, uncontrollable and useless gum, and he doesn't have the strength to even throw the keys closer to the door so you can grab them from under it and get yourself in. He knows, he had tried it, just now. Unfortunately, he just knocked a decorative vessel that sat at the corner of his own desk. What a shame, you have gifted him that from one of your trip missions.

“Hitoshi, what was that? Please, please, let me in,” your begging voice is something that stir so many emotions inside him.

He likes to hear it when he’s on top of you, buried so deep inside you that you beg for him. More, fast, harder, deeper. He loves it, to drive you that insane that only him can give you what you need.

Now, it sounds so desperate and sad, he hates being the reason too behind that begging.

It doesn’t pass too much time until the door is forced open. He regrets having locked it when he looks up and you’re there, standing with all that worry and fear in your eyes as your chest pushes up and down in puffs of air that you inhale. Oh. You forced it on your own. He feels proud of you. You have grown so much. So strong and so dependable.

He remembers when he met you, a small thing of eighteen years old, filled with dreams and hopes, that had just joined Hero Deku’s agency, where he also worked too. You had also been his sidekick for a while, before everyone –Hitoshi included– recognized your strength and power and by your twenty one years old you already had sidekicks helping you on your missions.

He was so proud and mesmerized by the person and hero you have become, he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help to feel things for you.

Your first kiss happened on your twenty-fifth birthday. Izuku had the idea to throw a surprise party after you came back from a mission in Osaka that day. Hitoshi would never forget the shine in your eyes when you entered the conference room, turned on the lights and everyone jumped yelling “happy birthday, Y/N!!” in greeting. You almost cried, and Hitoshi found that cute.

Shinsou was also known for liking his own space, so it didn’t take you long to finally find him at the balcony, alone and smoking his cigarette.

“You know, that thing kills you,” you closed the door of the balcony before walking and standing next to him.

He smiled, a genuine one, before saying, “Our work can kill us, did you know that?”

You rolled your eyes at him, softly pushing him with your shoulder, which made him laugh.

“Thanks for being here, Shinsou-san.”

“Ugh. Drop the honorifics already. Makes me feel old,” this time you laughed, and he took that as a queue to take out the little box he brought for you.

“What is this?” You asked receiving the little box.

“The villain’s teeth of my last fight,” you look up at him, not really amused and he snorts, “It’s your present, dumbass.”

“Couldn’t you just say that?” You protested, clearly exasperated by his jokes, which made him even fall for you more.

Hitoshi takes another drag of his cigarette as you open the box. It’s a necklace, not a very expensive one, with a pendant that has the form of a moon. To others, it might not mean shit, and maybe they would comment on how cheap the present looks. But to both of you, it had a significance. It signified all that time you spent together, patrolling and wandering the streets at night when you were his sidekick, given that both of your Quirks worked better at night.

You’re silent for a bit, and that silence worried him for a second. Then he saw the little droplets of your tears on the railing of the balcony where you are standing close to, and he sighed, throwing the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it to turn it off.

“You’re not supposed to cry, dummy,” his hands grabbed your face and he softly tilted your head back so he could look at your face better.

He saw the tears running down your cheeks, but your eyes looked genuinely happy. Fuck, you're gorgeous, inside out.

“It’s my birthday, I can do whatever I want,” you replied back, your beautiful dove eyes not leaving his.

“That you can.” He said almost in a whisper, his eyes darting down to your lips for a second. And when he looked back at your eyes, he saw the realization in them.

“I… Can I?” He saw your eyes do the same action he did before, and fuck, yes please.

“You can.”

You stood suddenly in your tiptoes and finally connected your lips together. One of his hands slid to the back of your head as the other went down and his arm surrounded your waist, pulling you against him even closer, lips firm against each other.

Shinsou had felt on cloud nine. He still does every time you kiss him. Every time he wakes up and sees you there laying next to him, all cutesy with your sleepy-puffy face and all. Every time you come back to him, even when he told you many times before that he isn't worth it.

He doesn’t deserve you. And you deserve so much better.

“Why did you lock the door?” Your voice sounds angry, but also worried.

Hitoshi looks down again to his desk where he finds the bottle of rum almost finished. Wow. How much time has passed since he got here? The dizziness and the constant burning in his throat doesn’t let him think straight, or do the maths. So he immediately disposed of that thought. He won’t be able to find the answer either way. But he can tell that, by your worried expression, it’s been long. I mean, the almost empty bottle in front of him says much too.

“Shinsou,” you call him again. And by his surname, which means you are angry too.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asks in a murmur, his voice sounding so rough and deep he barely recognizes it like his own.

He then feels hands, small delicate hands, that hold his face and turn him to the side. They feel so soft, so sweet as the thumbs caress his cheeks that he closes his eyes, feeling that knot in his throat so tight is about to explode and make him bleed til he dies.

Hitoshi takes a faltering breath as he feels your forehead press against his.

“Let’s go home, love,” your gentle voice says and he feels like crying now.

But he nods and lets you help him up.

You’re his home. So he will go anywhere with you.

When Hitoshi wakes up the next day, he feels like a truck ran over him. Bones and all heavy, his head pulsing with pain that makes him want to vomit.

He remembers vaguely what happened. And he remembers you dragging his stupid and sorry-sad ass to the apartment. With Izuku. Midoriya helped you bring him home. How embarrassing.

Hitoshi finds the strength to sit on his bed, after seeing that your side of the bed is empty. That’s weird, but it doesn’t surprise him. It is just time you finally see the scum and worthless ass he is.

He rests his elbows on his knees, holding his head with his hands. It hurts, realizing that he lost you. Hurts more than anything. How fucking hypocrite of him. Yesterday, he was moping about the death of his team members, swearing that what he felt was pain. Nothing compares to what he’s feeling now.

The tears slide through his face before he has a chance to stop them.

He never deserved you. He doesn’t even deserve to be called a Hero.

He feels like a fucking loser.

“Hitoshi?”

Your voice makes him look up instantly. And in two long strides you’re kneeling on the floor in front of him, arms around his neck.

He immediately returns the hug. And cries. Like a fucking child.

But this is you, he can do this with you. He can be vulnerable with you.

“You stayed.” He cries, feeling like a wounded animal that needs help.

But somehow, he is. Wounded. In pain. And you’re his savior, what he needs to heal.

“I’m always going to be here, love. I choose you, and I will always do.”

The fingers of one of your hands slides in his hair as his whole body shakes in his cries.

“You have to stop doing this. Nothing that happened was your fault, and if you don’t believe yourself, believe me.” You back away from him just a bit so you can look into his eyes. “Believe me when I say that it was not your fault. And believe me when I say that it’s time you stop this behavior.” He knows you’re talking about his drinking habit from this past months.

“I choose you, but you have to choose me. Or… I don’t think I’m going to want to stay here to see you lose yourself. It hurts me too much, Hitoshi.”

That gets his attention completely.

No. He can't lose you. He won’t lose you. No. No. No.

You're the one crying now, and he’s the one that pulls you up so you straddle his waist and hold your face very close to his.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I won’t… I’ll be good, I’ll be better for you, I promise.” He chants like a prayer as he kisses every part of your face as he can.

You shake your head, “No. Be good for you, be better for you. Because you deserve it. You deserve to be happy, Hitoshi.”

He doesn’t believe it. Not yet anyway.

But he believes you. He loves you. And if to cherish you how you deserve means he has to believe he’s good, he will.

He will be good for you. And with time, for himself too.

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summerinthecloudsx · 11 months

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laying on the grass in the middle of a thunderstorm when best friend Shinsou walks up and very calmly lies down beside you. Doesn't stare. Doesn’t talk. Doesn’t joke about you or the weather or anything. He just stretches out next to you and places his fingertips close enough that you can grab his hand if you want. He doesn’t care that his clothes are soaked. He doesn’t care that other people are definitely watching and judging the two of you. All he cares about is giving you the option to have company while you sort out whatever needs to be sorted within you. I think out of everyone, Shinsou is the best at letting you feel and process your emotions. Because he’s there to talk and give advice if you want it, but he’s also there to just sit with you through the difficult moments.

#we love a man whose presence alone is sufficient #shinsou isn’t the type who demands your happiness #he just wants you to be genuine however you feel #summerthinks #reader insert #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha angst to comfort #bnha comfort #best friend shinsou #hitoshi shinso #bnha shinsou #shinsou drabbles #shinsou x reader

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anxiousdragoncollector · 1 year

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Just some idea for quirk drawbacks

-Denki Kaminari's actual drawbacks are painful aftershocks that can leave scars on his bodies, so he sets his limit way lower to protect himself and not worry his friends, and when he accidentally goes over that set limit, he pretends to go dumb mode

-When Shinsou uses his quirk too much, he can't think straight, and has difficulty doing basic tasks

-Kiri's skin is overly sensitive after overuse

-Bakugou has a slight tremor in his hands, and he's slowly going deaf

-Mirio has a hard time staying solid

-Tamaki can't eat anthing if he overuses his quirk. He just throws it all up

-Overuse for Tokoyami causes Dark Shadow to influence his emotions, making even the smallest things infuriating

-Mina does get burned sometimes by her acid, but when overused, she has difficulties controlling her ability to emit it, or how acidic it is

-Todoroki has issues with making himself comfortable. His body can't stay one consistent temperature, and never the same temp in more than one place

#my hero academia #mina ashido #bnha todoroki #tokoyami fukimage #tamaki amajiki #denki kaminari #katsuki bakugo mha #shinsou hitoshi #bnha headcannons #mha headcanons #eriko kirishima #eijirou kirishima #mha angst

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summerlovingbaby · 1 year

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Accidents Happen

tw: self harm and mentions of attempted suicide

Hitoshi heard whimpering coming from one of the spare bedroom at the end of the hall. He was on his way to the kitchen for a glass of water, because the air had grown fairly hot in the night.

He remembered when he felt like that. When the day felt so bad, and the nightmares felt so real that it made him sick. He quietly pushed open the door, careful not to make it creak, careful not to wake the two other adults just down the hall.

He smelled a smell that smelled all to family and brought back to not so distant painful memories. He felt bad for her. He had been in the girls' position not so long ago, and he remembered how each painful moment felt.

He kneeled on the side of her bed and debated waking her up. This was probably the most peaceful sleep she had in a long time, despite the fact that she was having a violent nightmare.

“Y/N.” he gently shook her awake, causing her to sit straight up in the bed, neck hairs standing up. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay.”

“Hitoshi?” she quietly questioned, wiping the sweat off her brow. She caught the look on his face and assumed the worst. She tried to get out of bed, but her legs felt stuck to the uncomfortable plastic-like sheets. “Did something happen? Do I have to go back?”

“No..no nothing like that-”

“Is it Eri, is she okay?” she pleaded.

“She’s fine.” he urged. “It’s okay, everything is okay, I swear.” he whispered.

He watched her face settle into a mix of stress and content, and watched her muscles grow loose. Her eyes fell on the spiderman comforter, and she wiggled her nose trying to ignore the presentiant smell. Then she looked at him, waiting for him to speak, he didn’t know what to say, so thought about what Aizawa said to him, not so many months ago.

“ I have to tell you something, and I don’t want you to be embarrased, or worried, or feel bad about it, okay?” he watched her nod sligtly. “ I think you may have had an accident.”

“ Accident?” her eyebrows moved together and her mouth formed into a line confused, before her eyes widened in realization and she grabbed the egde of the comfoter and through it off the bed, landing on the floor right next to Shinso, who payed it no mind. “ Oh god.” Her hand flew to her mouth, as she tried to come up with a reasonable excuse, only for her mind to draw a blank. “ Oh my god. I’m so sorry-”

“There’s no reason to be sorry. It was a accident.”

“ I wet the bed.” she muttered to herself. Like she was still trying to get herself to believe it.

She had been through so much, and yet she was still behaving like a child, not only that but she had managed to embarrass herself into a person that she desperately wanted to be her friend.

“ I wet the bed.” she repeated.

“ It’s okay, it was an accident.” Hitoshi muttered, he saw her trying hard to cry.

“I’m sorry-”

“Please don’t apologize.” he said, he really wanted to stroke her hair and rub her back, but was afraid to touch her without asking. “ It was accident. Accidents happen some time, things like this happen some time.”

“ I wet the bed.” she said again, her eyes widened as tears fell freely down her face, “ I’ll clean it up, I swear. I will-”

“ It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t worry. That doesn’t matter.” He spoke, his voice was calm. He knew the melting pot of emotions that she had to be feeling. It was clear that she was upset, but even then she was worried about fixing the mess that she made.

“ I’ll clean it up I promise, and I can sleep on the couch-”

“ Don’t worry about that right now. How about you go to the bathroom and clean up a little, and I’ll take care of this-”

“ You don’t have to-”

“ I insisit.”

“ You can’t tell him, you can’t-”

“ I won’t, I promise. Now go shower, I’ll be here when you get back.”

20 minutes later, she came back with a fresh pair of pajamas, and a hanful of dirty ones. Hitoshi had given her a pair, and they were much to big, the t shirt stopping mid thigh, and the boxer shorts hanging of her hips. The socks were mismatched in a unironic way. It would have been an unusally funny sight, if it weren’t for the fact that it was clear that she had been crying in the shower.

“ I didn’t know where to-”

“ It’s okay, I’ll take them on my way out.” he whispered. “ I gave you an extra blanket, in case you got cold.”He was always cold when he first moved in. The doctors guessed it was the years of malnutrition and about every diffancy known to man. “ Bed’s all yours.” he motioned to the bed.

“ You won’t tell him-”

“ No.” he spoke plainly. Like he was talking to a mirror. He would know exactly what she felt like, he was in her position not more than a year ago. “ Are you sure you don’t want to talk to him-”

“ Yes.” she said quickly. “ Please.”

“ Is there a reason?”

“ I don’t want him to get rid of me, if I’m too much trouble he’ll get rid of me.” she spoke, it was a manic mutter. His face softened, he knew that desperation, that need to be perfect that want to stay safe, she wanted to be safe. That need to not be too much, to not be sent away.

Hitoshi carefully walked towards her, and pointed, before asking if he could have a seat. Y/N hesitated before nodding softly and looking away. She was tired, that itself was clear, the prominent eyebags gave her away.

“ He won’t get rid of you, I promise.”

“ How do you know, when you’re so...” she searched her mind for the word. Settled on one, opened her mouth to speak, decided it was offensive and didn’t say anything else.

“ It’s okay, You can say it.”

“ Good. You’re so good.”

“When Aizawa had first taken me in I was.... I was alot like you.”

“ Broken?”

Hitoshi shook his head and extended his hand to the bedside tissue, so he could wipe the tears out of her face.

“ I was fine, but one night after Mr. Mic took me out to the store I saw my mothers husband. At the time I was fine. I was a bit scared, yeah, but I thought I was fine. But Aizawa ended up having to wake me up. Turns out I wet the bed. Right through the streets all over the matress.”

“ I hardly even know him and I really don’t want to disappoint him.”

“ I think he’ll be more happy that you reached out to him. He really just wants to help, y’know?”

“ I don’t want him to send me away.”

“ He won’t. I know he doesn’t seem like it, but he is very forgiving and kind. He just wants to help, y’know.” he spoke. Y/N seemed to burry herself in a bundle of inescapble slelf pity. “The first night I got her, I drunk all his alcohol threw up over his balcony before taking a knife from his kitchen and trying to kill myself.” he said like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Y/N wanted to laugh, he always seemed so put together and calm. There is no way a boy like him, used to be so broken. So unfixable.

“ Yeah right.”

“See.” he pulled up the hem of his sleves and saw a long scar running along his wrist. Y/N’ s mouth fell open and she chewed on her bottom lip.

“But you seem so... okay.”

“ It took some time to get there, but I’m getting to be okay.” he shrugged. “ You’ll get there to.” he added. “ You’re doing better than I was, you haven’t thrown up over the balcony yet so.”

“ When did it stop?” she asked, looking up at staring at the wall. “ The bed wetting?”

“ I don’t remeber the day-”

“Why did it stop.”

“ I don’t know, they just did. It still happens sometimes, maybe once a month or so.” he whispered. “ Talking to him helped. He’s really good about that stuff. I know he doesn’t seem like it but he’s comforting in a weird way. He always knew how to make me feel better.”

“ I can’t-”

“ He won’t get rid of you.”

“ Becase it’s embarrasing, I’m ebarrased. I feel so pathetic, like a baby.”

“ I get it. Boy do I get it, but not talking about it, it only hurts you.”

“ Eri has never wet the bed-”

“ It’s a trauma response, a normal truma response that alot of people have.An that doesn’t make you any more pathetic, or give you any reason to be embarrased.”

“ I would be really embarrased if I threw up over the balcony.” she shrugged and glanced up to look for his approval to he smiling and bitting back a laugh.

“ Really funny.” he laughed. “ You’re really funny.”

Y/N wore a ghost of her smile as Hitoshi waved her goodbye and started to leave. He picked up the pile of laundry and made it halfway before she called out to him.

“ I’ll think about it. Talking to him I mean.”

He nodded, that’s all he could ask of her was to think about getting help. Forcing her to talk would have been bad, so she planned on not going back to sleep, and thinking about it.

“ If you need anything, I’m just down the hall.”

And with that, he closed the door behind him, leaving Y/N with a half smile, and thoughts of getting help.

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