mint im gonna cry my stomach dropped when reader told aizawa he could walk i feel sick I FEEL SICKKKKK it's like every single day i live to suffer at your hands 🥲🥲 im gonna sob
SHE DOESN"T KNOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW
Anyway here's the little drabble I promised yesterday and forgot about lol:
Inevitable bonus (between chapter 6 and 7)
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It's not often that Aizawa swallows his pride and calls Hizashi to pick him up, so Hizashi doesn't push. He doesn't even say anything until they're halfway to Aizawa's home, parked in work day traffic. The blonde turns down the radio until it's a whisper.
"Bad day?"
Aizawa grunts. His forehead is pressed into the cool glass of the passenger side window. His chair is slid all the way back, legs fully extended. He digs his thumb into the muscle of his thigh, wincing at the pressure.
"Leg bothering you?"
He knocks his forehead against the glass. "Obviously."
"Sorry, sorry." Hizashi clears his throat. "It is not fitting correctly or something? We can stop and get one of those pads-"
Aizawa interrupts. "It's not the plastic's fault, it's the fucking muscle it's attached to."
Ah. Hizashi gives a sympathetic wince. He waits for a long while, until the energy in the car simmers down a little more.
"You should take some time off and see your doc-- just to check, you know?"
"I can't take a week off right now, we're about to launch and these interns are morons. Only Ururaka can do anything right, and fucking Kaminari is a burden--" Aizawa shifts and sighs, rubbing his face in his palms. "Tensei'll be here for the convention in a couple weeks, so I'll just tough it out until then. It'll be fine."
"Are you-?"
"I said it's fine."
A car honks somewhere in the sea of vehicles.
"Anything else bothering you?" Hizashi asks it as softly as he can. "You're prickly, but you're not usually this prickly."
Aizawa runs his tongue over his teeth in thought, thinking about his answer. His voice is still bitter when he answers: "Bad date."
"Oh! Oh, shit, I didn't realize you were even--" Hizashi has to recover from the shock before continuing. "Good for you for getting out there. I mean it, you're such a catch. This is great for you."
"Doesn't feel great."
"Yeah, I know, but it'll inevitably work out though, when you meet the right person. I promise. Look at me and 'Muri! I'm a freak and I found someone."
Aizawa gives him the side eye. "You find multiple someone's a week."
"Okay, whoa, sex is different than love. I could get you laid tonight if that's what you wanted."
Aizawa sucks air in through his nose, then slowly sighs. His hand is still on his face, dragging it down almost comically.
"It's not."
Hizashi knew that. He just hums in approval, fingers tapping against the leather steering wheel. "Does this mean you're giving up on...?"
"That was never a thing." Aizawa tumbles over himself as he speaks.
Hizashi gives him a half smile, one that's more sad than convinced. "Got it."
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phil liking all the gay gore phanart on twitter is making me SICKKKKK
i was SOOO hoping he would i'm so happy he has but also it feels INSANE to scroll through amazingphil's twitter likes and its just a lot of him and dan holding hands
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it’s me again and I’m gonna be here until you’re fucking SICK OF ME uh anyways gojo, itch, uuuuuuuhhhh and honestly I don’t mind whatever you wanna do with it but istg I can’t handle angst right now so please don’t do that to me
THIS SONG IS SO SATORU CODED IT MAKES ME SICKKKKK PLEASE
cw: smoochin, satoru is insufferable (as usual)
"although i'm oversaturated / know i'm earnest too / and i know i'm eager / but i can't fucking wait for the day that i finally get to kiss you"
you stare at the blue eyed freak, your mouth hanging open. just a few seconds before, he quite literally materialized behind you, sang your name with a grin on his face, then pressed his lips to your ear, nearly purring, “wanna make out now?” to which you whirl around and push him away.
every day. every day this has been your life (minus the him badgering you and making you nearly shit your pants by surprising you with his freaky technique popping into your space unannounced). every day he asks to kiss you with a cheeky smirk and glossy lips. and every day, you say no.
this time, however, is different. this time, you’re too caught off guard to put it back up, to rebuild your walls around yourself at the man giving you cyan blue puppy eyes. this time, you take too long to formulate a response, and he knows he has you in his clutches.
“i’m not hearing a no,” he chuckles, leaning down to where his nose is nearly brushing against yours. suddenly, you can’t breathe properly and your heart is pounding against your ribs. suddenly the room feels too small and he feels too big and it feels like you’re moving in jello. your teeth sandwich your lower lip and you fight back a smile at how silly it all is, about how belligerent he is, but… you don’t say no.
instead you close the distance between your faces and he instantly reaches to cup your face. one of his hands remains and the other moves to circle your waist and pull you flush to him while he skims his tongue along your lower lip, asking for permission to deepen what he’s been waiting to do for months.
it’s ridiculous, actually, you speculate when his tongue starts to roam the inside of your mouth, just how long he’s wanted to kiss you. you wish you could say that he had the decency to keep it to himself until you got closer, but it was literally the first meeting when you were bidding the friend group goodbye when he suggested “we should make out later.” you would’ve found it flattering if you didn’t think he was absolutely insufferable. if he hadn’t gotten your number from nanami’s phone and sent the first message “so… about that kiss?” then consequently named you “kissing buddy” in his contacts.
it was, and still is, insufferable, you think as that sweet, sweet clicking sound emanates from where your lips push and pull with each other, your heads tilting lazily as you take your time reveling in what he’s wanted for so long. something crosses your mind and you pull back, laughing.
“what is it?” he almost looks hurt when you pull away, his lips shiny and darkened.
“just… that stupid powerpoint you made for powerpoint night about all the reasons why we should make out.”
he grins when he remembers the shitty presentation he put together as the “can we kiss” question of the day. “so… did it have any truth to it?”
you think that to the gojo satoru is the best kisser of the friend group slide, and you nod, reaching around to pull him down by the back of the neck into your lips once again.
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