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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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shiggybrainr0t · 9 months

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shinsou who knows he’s not a good boyfriend. he loves you more than anything, anyone- and he thinks he always will. but he’s a bad boyfriend. he’s a pro hero, and you never fault him for that. but that means he constantly misses dates and anniversaries. whenever he comes home to your excited face he can’t help it whenever he’s out as soon as he hits the pillow. he’s not the best at communicating, and seeing you try to keep your composure whenever he does something that makes you angry makes his love for you grow. because even though he’s a horrible boyfriend- you’re the best partner he could ever imagine. when he misses the dinner he promised he’d be home for since you had a new recipe you wanted to try, he found a cat shaped sticky note taped to the table reading “I know you’re probably starving, so I left you a plate in the microwave! <3” whenever he pushes you off of him because he’s too tired too overstimulated too much, you hide the hurt and tell him you understand with a sympathetic smile. when he comes back from a rough day, you’ve seen it all on the news, you welcome him with his comfiest pajamas in your hands and gentle touches. but he sees it wearing you down. he sees the permanent furrow in your brow that was never there before. he sees that you’ve stopped waiting up for him (and even though he told you to it still hurts). he sees that this relationship can’t be saved, no matter how many heart shaped bandages you carefully place on the cracks. but he can’t bring himself to break up with you-even knowing you’ll be happier in the long run.

“babe?”

“yeah toshi-“ you freeze, mind clouded in a thick fog.

“break up with me.”

the hurt that is painted across your face once he releases you from his quirk is something he’ll never forget.

#just thoughts #unedited #not very good but it’s been in my brain #poor baby he’s so tired #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou x reader #shinsou imagine #shinsou angst #hitoshi shinso imagine #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso x y/n #hitoshi angst #my hero x reader #my hero academia fanfiction #my hero academia headcanons #mat’s shinsou #my writing #mat’s writing

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maehara-san · 1 year

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Something about the unknown.

[a/n: something random, do please enjoy. 🪐]

"Do you still miss him?"

Resting your chin on your open palm you looked away, staying quiet to avoid a question you did not know the answer to yet.

"Come on," your friend grabbed the empty chair and sat down in front of your desk. "It's been a month (name)―"

Placing your hands on your desk you rised abruptly from your seat. "You don't know what it's like to care about someone who deeply hurt you." Looking at your friend you added, "Please stop asking me when you don't fully understand how badly I'm hurting right now."

Your friend sighed, their lips parted ready to argue against you but opted not to.

You walked out of your classroom with crossed arms in front of your chest. The halls filled with students that paid no attention to what you were filling, wishing that you too did not having anything to worry about.

As you turned the corner to head down the stairs you saw your ex with another girl, her arm wrapped tightly around his own. Happily flirting as if nothing he always had been single with no trace of an ex.

"It's hard seeing him like that isn't it?" A voice spoke one you recognized well.

Your eyes wouldn't tear themselves away from the two people down at the bottom of the stairs. An ache rising again, you moved your hand to the front of your chest and squeeze your shirt tightly. Your knuckles turning white, hoping it would reach your heart to stop it from beating and feeling that hole deepening inside.

"He moved on too quickly, don't you think you deserve better than that?" He stepped closer to you. "Someone like Bakugo isn't capable of caring about someone else. He never has, there's a reason why he got rid of you so quickly."

There was hesitation within you, but you didn't stop yourself from asking.

"Why?..."

"Bakugo only got what he wanted from you, if he truly meant what he said he wouldn't be locking lips with another girl knowing well his ex is watching."

Truth and behold, he was right.

But damn did it feel horrible needing to face reality. You wanted to keep the hurt locked away, far away from your reach. Anything to make the ache a little less hard than it really was.

Angrily you wiped away the tears that formed in your eyes again.

"I should have listened―" you sniffled, feeling hatred for him and yourself for not seeing how things really were. "Damn it... damn it all!"

"You shouldn't have to keep waiting for someone that won't ever come back." He said.

"I'd do anything... to make sure that would happen." You clenched your jaw seeing the way his hand went to grace your arm, delicately.

"My offer still stands." He reminded you, "I dislike people like him who feel entitled."

"I'm not going to use you, Shinso." You shook your head looking at him with a tear stained face. "I wouldn't be able to hurt you like that."

"Who said you'll hurt me?" He playfully smirked, "I know what I'm getting myself into remember? I'm the one who's asking you."

Before you were able to tell him anything, Bakugo stopped at the top of the stairs looking at you, as your eyes stared at his arm wrapped around her waist.

"Don't you have anything else to do than follow me?"

"Who said she was following you?" Shinso stepped forward, glaring at him.

"How more obvious and pathetic can she be huh?!" He raised his voice staring down at him then at you. "Get over yourself! I'm done with you. Move on with your life will you? You're just asking people to pity you."

Your hands formed into tight fists, all you wanted was to slap that ridiculous look off from him. Those red orbs were only haunting you each time you closed your eyes, you were done. You had enough of him being the shadow that lingered over you each time you decided anything for yourself.

Bakugo wasn't the same person you first knew.

He was an egocentric asshole.

"Fuck you." Your voice held venom. "I don't need to loom over you and your side chick, Bakugo. I won't ever cry again for someone who doesn't give a hell about anyone but himself."

Pressing his tongue against the inside of his bottom lip, chuckling dryly.

"You're just mad that I dumped you―"

"No I'm actually relieved now that thanks to Shinso I finally opened my eyes to see you're not even worth crying two years over."

Which of course ticked him off even more.

Shinso couldn't help but laugh, "Damn coming from someone like (name) who rarely gets mad at someone you really went hit rock bottom, Bakugo."

"Shut up you purple hair trolled!" Bakugo yelled getting ready to throw a punch at him when Shinso surprised him by hitting him instead.

He staggered back holding his nose, "Y―you damn bastard!"

"Bakugo!" The girl exclaimed, rushing over to his side and screamed seeing blood was dripping from his nose. "You're an animal!"

"You're going to pay for this!"

"How?" Shinso confidently questioned as he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you in. "You already lost everything you had gained. (Name) is mine and the only thing you have is well... that." He pointed at the chick next to him, "Not to mention in a real fight I'm pretty sure I'll be the one with less injuries."

"You're out here talking crap about me leaving you when you already with him!" Bakugo pointed at him. "You're a fucking hypocrite."

Shinso smirked, holding your chin with his thumb and index finger. He pulled you in quickly, taking you off guard as his lips connect with yours.

Your eyes widened, lips frozen as he you felt his soft plumps lips against your own. Slowly your eyes started to close and you began to copy his moves, kissing him back.

A noise of disgust could be heard but you didn't know if it was Bakugo's or the girl's.

You were too occupied by the way his hand moved down to hold the side of your neck, as his thumb rested on the bottoms part of your cheek.

He deepens the kiss, forgetting about the problem at hand. Shinso was already in too deep to pull away now, becoming addicted with the way you tasted, the way you felt.

Your hands came up to rest on his waist, ignoring the light of wariness in your brain going off. All you knew was that you didn't want to stop.

"What the hell is going on here?"

You breathed heavily as your lips parted from one another, seeing your teacher Mr. Aizawa standing there looking at the four of you.

"This fucking extra hit me that's what!" Bakugo yelled.

Shinso being the unbothered person he was responded with a monotone. "You're still here? I thought you would have left by now."

"You little!―"

Aizawa pulled Bakugo back away from Shinso and you.

"You're all coming with me." He announced, "Now."

"But he was the one who hit him first!―" the girl tried to put the blame on him but he ignored her.

"I don't care who started what." He sternly said looking back and forth at each of you. "You four are coming with me, you are equally to balme here."

"This isn't fair!" She whined.

He rolled his eyes and pushed them both to start walking.

"This is stupid!" Bakugo retorted.

Shinso and you made your way downstairs to the teachers staff room.

You were too flustered to even look at him or say anything, only complied with the directions that your teacher gaved you.

He of course noticed this and quietly slipped his hand into yours.

Looking down you saw his fingers were tightly intertwined with yours, and looked at him shyly.

Shinso offered you a soft smile, making you blush even more all the way to the staff room.

"Quite blushing, you look like a damn tomato." Aizawa said as he let you guys in first into the room.

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amaya-writes · 2 years

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Hii I’d like to request headcannons of shinsou with an extroverted s/o. Like she’s friends with everyone and she can make anyone warm up to her. Maybe make it angsts like if he calls her loud or something. It’s up to you ❤️

Notes: I haven't written for Shinsou in so long damn maybe I should write a drabble or something for him

Warnings: slight angst (more like hurt to comfort tbh, slight anime spoilers ig

Characters involved: Shinsou Hitoshi, mentions of other 1A and 1B students

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

The first time Shinsou met you, he thought your personality was suffocating.

It wasn't anything against you, but as he saw the way you bounced between friend groups so easily like an avid social butterfly just seemed to irk him. It didn't help matters that you were somehow on good terms with everyone, whether it be 1A or 1B.

The sight almost had him forcing himself not to like you, to not just be one of the dozens of people who got tricked by your bubbly personality and became just another name at the back of your mind.

He hated people like you, or at least, he thought he did.

It wasn't until his first session ended that Shinsou realised just why everyone seemed to like and care for you. It was because you cared for them.

You barely knew him, yet somehow as the class ended and everyone fawned over Midoriya and his injuries you seemed to almost automatically gravitate to the purple-haired boy standing against the back of the room as if he hoped for the wall to just eat him up.

It wasn't much, really. The two of you barely talked if at all and Shinsou found himself constantly contemplating whether he could get away with using his quirk to make you go away.

Yet as the days progressed and he became an official student of the UA hero program, Shinsou found that he had come to enjoy your company.

At first, he just thought of you as a bridge between him and the rest of the first years, someone who was on his side of the court, yet as time went on Shinsou found that he actually liked you.

The realisation had him immediately pushing you away in an attempt to convince himself that it wasn't true.

Shinsou the reclused socially awkward guy with the scary quirk falling for the one person who was basically his opposite? It was impossible.

People had already pointed out time and time again how weird it was to see the two of you together as friends since you were so different, so he couldn't begin to imagine what they would think if the two of you started to date.

Perhaps that was why he found himself getting unintentionally rude to you, saying things that had you getting quiet in a way that bothered him more than he would have liked to admit.

It was only after Aizawa knocked some sense into him by referencing his friendship with Hizashi that Shinsou finally seemed to realise how stupid he had been.

By then he thought it was too late. He had called you loud, annoying, and god knows what else even though he knew that was one thing you were insecure about: of being seen as a nuisance.

Once he realised how wrong he was, Shinsou couldn't help but blurt out a confession the next time he saw you.

The two of you moved forward quite easily from there. He apologised for being an asshole and your happy, bubbly nature seemed to return.

Shinsou might have been the one to ask you out, but you were often the one to take the wheels in your relationship and plan dates or initiate PDA.

In fact, as much as he didn't like admitting it, you were also the one to kiss him first after your second date.

Everything just seemed to fall together so easily with you.

He would help you with your schoolwork, you would help him with his quirk, he would make sure you didn't hang out with people who secretly didn't like you, you would make sure he hung out with people.

In fact, Shinsou had gotten so used to having you in his life that the first time the two of you fought he didn't know what to do with himself.

It was just a misunderstanding, yet even after such a small fight he found himself avoiding you for a bit.

The two of you moved forward from that, but he should have known then that once you had a real fight things wouldn't end well.

He had yelled at you. Like actually yelled while fat tears rolled down your face as you watched your boyfriend of almost a year tell you to go away and never see him again.

It's not like you had meant to break his mouth piece, and Aizawa had already gotten the support class to ensure that it would be fixed before the next day so he wouldn't miss any classes.

That day Shinsou realised why he didn't want to be friends with you in the start. Things just came easily to you. You were smart and pretty and knew how to talk to others but weren't overwhelmingly optimistic or annoying.

In Shinsou's eyes, you were perfect. He just hadn't realised that you thought the same about him too.

It was ironic how he hadn't realised it before. Of course, two people who were opposites would hate themselves and think the other was perfect. That was the way of the world.

Yet somehow, once he dropped by the 1-A dorms and saw you crying on the front step with Mina comforting you, Shinsou realised that he was wrong.

He didn't hate himself, in fact, he hadn't hated himself in a while. You made it impossible for him to think that way when you looked at him like he had placed the moon in the sky.

And Shinsou thought that way about you too, he had just never allowed himself to admit it.

That day, as the two of you cuddled up to each other and for once Shinsou was the one clinging onto you as he apologised sincerely, he realised that it didn't quite matter if you were opposites.

In fact, that was what made the two of you work.

You were like two halves of a whole, Yin and Yang that could only be completed with each other. He had just been too blind to realise it before.

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m-u-g-i · 2 years

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I'm Sorry, Beautiful

Pro-Hero Shinsou x Quirkless Chubby Fem Reader

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Genre: Angst to Fluff

Summary: Being married to the amazing mind-controlling hero, you've been receiving vulgar comments due to your size and the fact with you being quirkless. Therefore, your mental health began to disintegrate and your physical health wasn't too far behind. Being ignorant of your health, your husband comes home after having a horrible day at work, unleashing his emotion into you, not realizing the kind of result that would occur later.

NOTE: The following consists of vulgar language, potential harm, emotional and verbal abuse, mental health problems, and medical acknowledgment. Please keep in mind there is no expertise in any medical events and the circumstances taking place are pure fiction for entertainment purposes. The author will hold no liability of offense, so please feel free to exit if you're sensitive to any of the said topics.

Y/N P.O.V.

"Why of all people did he get with that fat chick?"

"Useless little twerp"

"He deserved better"

"At least have a quirk, you stupid cow"

These are just the "nicer" comments and messages I've received today.

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With my husband being the one and only Hitoshi Shinsou, it came to no surprise to see everyone murmuring about our marriage. Majority of the time, the gossip consisted of insults and judgmental statements made by his fans toward my weight or quirklessness.

And well, they were right.

I mean, Shinsou became part of the top 10 heroes, adored by the entirety of Japan, and the man's definitely one of the most attractive beings anyone could lay their eyes on. Plus, being an alumni of the infamous UA Academy, one of the most prestigious schools in producing a few of the first class heroes, his credibility increased rapidly. Someone of my stature would have been the last thing society would have thought to be his spouse.

What about me?

While being a quirkless yet simple woman who wanted to live a simple life away with from spotlight, I've aspired to become a music teacher. Growing up, constant degradation and bullying had me develop a concerning immunity from it and despite it all, my work ethic played as a distraction to push myself forward.

The original plan was to graduate high school, rent out an apartment, attend college, major in music and teaching and earn my Bachelor's Degree to become a music teacher, yet things quickly took a drastic turn.

First meeting at his favorite cat café, I was fresh out of high school, working to save up for college while he continued his training to gain his legitimate Hero's License. Being a regular at the café, it piqued his interest seeing a new employee and never did he think he'd gush over something other than kittens or a good cup of coffee.

With every good and bad day at training, when he wanted to de-stress at the café, I would be there, always working overtime and there have been numerous occasions when we were alone in the café and making comfortable conversations about each other's interests, hobbies, daily lives, friends, families, so on and so forth. Though completely petrified of his possible reaction, I decided to reveal my quirklessness. Instead of being disgusted, he simply smiled and embraced me, grateful I was able to confess such a secret to him.

From them on, our relationship became quite tight and proceeded years later. Right then, he finally earned his Hero License with me becoming his first and Number 1 supporter of his soon-to-be successful career.

Even after a while of tiresome days and gruesome villains, he told me the ability to muster up the courage ask me to become his girlfriend had to be the most difficult task he had fulfilled. I had become so eager to decline, afraid of the possible disappointment I'd cause him because of my size or quirklessness, however, he was quick to reassure my doubts, stating how my physical being does not affect the emotions he feels when being around me.

As he began to climb the charts, he had become more busy with patrols, meetings, fan greetings, villains, and so on. His face became known to the public eye incredibly quick, so it didn't take long for people to discover our marriage. Though he was ecstatic of the life he had achieved, I felt alone and insecure with my thoughts and those brutal statements being sent to me. Already being at the breaking point, who knows how long it'd take for me to shatter.

Though I was hesitant, I accepted his offer with our marriage being an end result. Moving in together, our financial status had been considerably stable considering my husband's occupation and by the coercion of said man, I have resigned from my job and been able to attend college.

Key word: coercion, not consensual.

Afraid to argue or anger--and with 2 months of convincing--I let him do what he wanted.

Life was amazing. Well, at least for him.

Author P.O.V.

Today is your birthday and every year on your birthday, you both would bake and decorate a cake of your choice before going out to the arcade to hang, the mall to shop or wherever you felt like going. Later, you both get something to eat and then, finish the day with a night stroll in the park with the cherry blossoms decorating nearly all the trees in the area. Cherry blossoms have always been your favorite flowers and well, your beloved husband always kept that locked in his mind.

Due to drowning yourself in work, it had been a week or so since your last genuine meal, yet you were ready to discuss matters with Shinsou and hopefully, have an amazing time with your spouse. Although, he hasn't been picking up your calls or answering your texts. With it already past 5 pm, the usual time he'd return home, he wasn't there, so with a melancholic heart, you began to bake a simple vanilla cake and decorated it with pure white frosting and coconut shavings. You then topped it with red lettering stating "Happy Birthday" before refrigerating it. Finally finished at 6:45pm, you waited a bit longer until your beloved husband returned.

You waited....

And waited....

But, nothing.

The clock struck 8 pm and with a disappointed sigh and tears threatening to fall from your eyes, you decided to whip up Shinsou's favorite, fried rice with beef.

'Maybe he's busy. The least I can do is make him a homemade meal' you contemplated, attempting to remain optimistic.

After an hour or so, you set up only his plate, ready to dine, but you decided to wait once more, in case the man of violet locks came back to your humble abode. Yet, your hopes were left in vain as 2 more hours passed.

Tears finally escaping, you've given up on being patient for your lover and decided to contain your husband's plate in plastic wrap, placing it next to your cake in the refrigerator. Almost striking 11pm, your front door flew open as the man you've long awaited for finally arrived with his boots dragging and stomping with every step. Wiping away your tears, you gleefully forget your recent sorrow.

"Toshi!"

You run into his arms, only for him to weakly push you away, obviously exhausted.

Confused and concerned, you make eye contact with Shinsou, noticing the sticky sweat dripping from his forehead, dirt and debris decorating his face and costume, his eye bags in a darker shade, the slump in his posture, and just over all burnt out. Understanding of his condition, you remained silent of the special occasion and decided to tend to your beloved husband. Well, at least try.

"W-Welcome back, love. How was w--?"

He held up his hand in motion to silence you, to which you obliged.

"Not right now, Y/N. It's been a long day and I just want to sleep."

"Well, I-I made dinner. It's your favorite. You should eat before you sle--"

"No, Y/N. Again, I've had a long day and I just want. To. Sleep," he clarifies in a much rougher tone. Refusing to allow your husband to starve, you grab his plate and place it in his hands.

"I understand, babe. B-But, it's late and I don't want to go to bed without a proper mea--"

He then throws the plate to ground, completely shattering the dish and wasting the very delicacy you've worked so hard in making for him. You jumped and almost sobbed at the action.

"SHUT UP, Y/N!" He exclaims, anger visibly breaking his patience.

You flinch at the sudden burst.

"WHAT BY 'I JUST WANT TO SLEEP' DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!"

"T-Toshi, I just wanted t-"

"I'VE HAD TO WORK ALMOST 6 MORE HOURS BECAUSE OF ONE STUPID VILLAIN WHO WANTED TO RAMPAGE THE AGENCY BUILDING!! NOW, MY SIDEKICKS ARE HAVING A PAY-CUT TO PAY FOR DAMAGES AND MY OFFICE IS F***ING DESTROYED!! THE LAST THING I NEEDED TODAY WAS TO COME HOME TO YOUR FAT*SS TALKING ABOUT FOOD!!"

"I pay our bills, I give you a nice house to live in, provided you with all the designer clothing and accessories women would envy for, and most of all, I made you my wife! I made a quirkless, fat chick my wife. Out of so many better options, I chose you, yet you can't fulfill a simple wish of leaving me alone?! Now, you can either shut up and let me go or I can kick you out right now and you can find some other hero to whore off to! What is it going to be?!"

You remained silent.

"That's what I thought," he remarked before storming off. However, he mumbled under his breath, not realizing you could hear the very words that would soon crush your spirit.

"Useless fat*ss. Why did I marry such a fat bitch?"

As if it were glass, you could hear and feel the core of your heart shatter as your eyes dulled blankly with tears streaming similarly to rivers. The excruciating pain numbed your entire being as you knelt in weakness and cleaned the shards of glass and the dirty food, not attentive on the various cuts and wounds on your knees, palms and feet. The amount of redness escaping your body would've made the kitchen resemble a crime scene, so you made sure to tend to those wounds before clearing out the entire kitchen, leaving it absolutely spotless.

You brought out the cake, placed the candles on top and lit them before singing 'Happy Birthday' with a weak, cracked voice, unable to contain the emotions conjuring inside you.

"Happy Birthday to me," you whispered. Wiping your tears and taking a deep breath, you blew out your candies before you got up, carefully, feeling the stinging from your feet and hands as you carrying the slightly heavy cake back in the refrigerator.

'Guess I'll sleep in my office today' you thought before finding clothing that would hide your wounds.

Time Skip

With almost a week passing since the incident, Shinsou had been way too busy and exhausted to truly process everything that had occurred and had been currently taking place.

He doesn't realize that you've gone almost 2 weeks straight without proper nutrition, leaving you in and out of consciousness constantly.

He doesn't realize you've been drowning yourself in work, a toxic habit you've picked up in high school when you're overly emotional.

He doesn't realize your wounds haven't been properly treated by the necessary medical attention you needed and have been infected, yet you kept them under thick wraps.

He doesn't realize his wife hadn't been at her actual work office in a week, concerning her boss and co-workers.

He doesn't realize his wife is literally physically, emotionally and mentally destroyed and is on her last thread.

In the meantime, he's simply trying to get things over with at his agency.

Today, he's patrolling along with Number 1 Hero, Deku, and his old friend, Chargebolt. All three specializing in speed and long-distance attacks. As they made their way around the city, they began to catch up with each other, being the fact they were close back in high school. Turns out, despite being much older with families and spouses of their own, their personalities haven't changed much.

Everyone knew about Shinsou's agency building, so the electric blonde tried to crack a few jokes to lighten his mood, though it didn't really do much work.

"Get it? 'Cus he made his own lunch," Denki laughed.

"Uhh, Kaminari? Are you okay?" Deku asked, slightly concerned with a nervous chuckle.

"Yeah, why?"

"Dude, you literally made a joke of 3 students committing suicide because their moms made the wrong lunch again, twice," Shinsou added.

"But, the last guy made his own! That's the joke!" Denki whines, seeing his friends refusing to laugh. The other two look at each other, chuckling.

"Glad to see you still the same, Kaminari," Shinsou commented.

Denki remained pouty, but had a cracked smile at the comment. As they strolled throughout the tops of the buildings, Deku grabs their attention with a little 'oh'.

"Hey, Shinsou. I've been meaning to ask, where did you and Y/N go this week? Since you guys probably had to cancel things that day," the green-haired asked. Confused, the purple haired man just shrugged.

"Uhh, we didn't go anywhere. We stayed home this past week."

"Aww, so it was a domestic date? Did you guys still go to the park to see cherry blossoms?" Denki added.

"Cherry blossoms? No, we only go when it's her bir--"

The violet head's eyes widened almost triple the size of his normal sleepy expression.

"Wait, what's the date today?!"

Deku pulled out the date on his phone, only to have the purple haired man's heart drop to his stomach. Cursing under his breath, the man disappeared, ignoring the two males calling out for him in worry. The only thing on his mind was getting to you immediately. Swinging through the city buildings, he spotted his parked Mercedes and without hesitation, he grabbed his keys from his pockets and swung into his car, completely speeding to The 2Y Corporation, the supporting business building to which you worked at.

Disregarding the various honks and curses given to him on the road, his desperation of apologizing and compensating blinded his mannerism and decency. Finally arriving at your workplace, he sprinted to your office, ignoring the desk receptionists yelling at him to stop. The man booked it up the stairs, though it was illogical knowing your office is at the 17th floor of a 20-floor building. Once reaching your office, he swings the door open and sees you're not there. Worried, he looks around, hoping you were getting files or using the bathroom. Gaining the attention of everyone near your office, a voice called out to him.

"Shinsou?"

He turns to find Momo Yaoyorozu, another old classmate and your boss. The woman stands there, worried, seeing the dismay in your husband's expression and his lack of breath, giving her the indication he probably took the stairs.

"Yaoyorozu! Have you seen--?"

"Your wife? I've been wanting to ask you that. She hasn't been at work this past week."

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah," she responds. "Y/N was calling in sick, but she said she'd be doing the work at home. I told her to rest to better herself, but you know how stubborn she can be."

Guilt ingesting him further, he bows to the woman, thanking her and dashed out the building faster than when he entered. On the road once more, he pulled a Dom Toretto in the streets wanting to see the lovely figure of his wife. He was making sharp turns in the urban neighborhood to which your shared house was located. Pulling up in the driveway of the house, the man sprinted into the house, going straight for the bedroom. Greeted with emptiness, he goes into your office. Emptiness once more. However, the scent of coffee and the unorganized mess of files and folders flooded your desk.

Hearing the bathroom toilet flush, he hid in the shared bedroom behind the door, peeping to see you come out the bathroom. The sight that came out of the said room, oh, did this man's world come crumbling down.

You had vomit decorating your lips as you struggled to even stand, let alone exit the bathroom.

Your skin had become pale, emphasizing the dark eye bags under your eyes, which seemed to be much darker than his.

Your muscles had depleted into a sickly figure, leaving your posture slumped and your body looking frail.

Your hands, knees and feet where thickly wrapped, yet he can see red and bits of yellow seeping through the white bandages.

With every step you took, you limped, trembled and winced, struggling to even get to your office.

His heart shattered at the sight as he wanted to scoop you up, bridal style, and care to your every need. However, he needed to compensate for his wrong doings before you can even allow him to be near you, let alone touch you. Once you finally entered your office and closed the door, an idea popped in his head.

Cake.

'I'll make her a cake and sing 'Happy Birthday' and we can talk things out,' he thought to himself. Trying to remain optimistic, he stealthily left the shared bedroom.

Quietly yet quickly, Shinsou went into the kitchen to ready the ingredients and supplies. Going for the butter and eggs first, he opens the refrigerator, only to be greeted by an already-made cake, not even touched. There were used candles on the cake with the tips burnt out and the wax slightly melted. Rethinking of the past week, there haven't been visitors at the house and he knew you wouldn't invite anyone without letting him know first. Checking his texts, you didn't say anything about anyone coming over so, the only explanations he could think of was you either invited a friend over and forgot to tell him or....

....you lit them yourself and celebrated alone.

Your husband prayed it wasn't the latter, but that didn't refrain the regret and guilt from further consuming him. Tears finally fell down his beautiful lavender eyes as Shinsou decided to man up and just talk to you, straight up. Though he paused in front of your office door, hesitant to enter, Shinsou silently opened the door to keep you unaware of his presence, to which he succeeded in.

You remained embraced by the numerous sheets and folders on your desk as your head motioned up and down from the files to your computer screen in a constant movement. Opening his mouth to say something, he was interrupted by the constant flashing of your phone as it was blowing up on the stand behind you, yet it was on silent. Seeing you distracted with your work, he took the opportunity to look through your phone. It never had a password since you both agreed to never keep secrets and you've always hated the fact that he often forgets your password.

Sliding to unlock, he sees various messages and DM's from anonymous and identified people. Scrolling through, he sees a variation of death threats, insults of your quirklessness, and body comparisons of yours with other Heroes, calling you 'fat' and 'ugly'. Shinsou sees that many of these comments and texts date back to 3 months and the most agonizing part....

.....it's shown that you read ALL of them.

Anger clouded his head as tears continued to flow down his handsome face. Unable to withstand such emotions, he turns your chair around, causing you to yelp. Though slower than usual, you processed his presence, causing your eyes to widen.

"Toshi? Why are yo--?"

Without letting you finish your question, he shows you your phone, causing shame to overtake you almost immediately.

"I can e-explai--"

Suddenly, he fell to his knees and hugged your waist, sobbing into your lap, but making sure he wasn't hurting you, especially your knees. Still in an emotional wreck yourself, it didn't take much for you break down as well.

"You were b-busy and I didn't want to bother you," you cried.

"Why d-didn't you tell me? You were holding up with this this whole time?!" He cried.

Looking up at your tear-soaked face, he caressed your cheeks with such gentleness and grace, as if you were fragile to touch.

"No. I don't care. If it involves you getting hurt by random people, shove the phone in my face, understood? I c-can't ha--"

He chokes on his tears as he takes a deep breath to recollect himself.

"I can't have you enduring all of that hatred alone. Especially, as your husband."

The lavender head strokes your cheek, shocked feeling more bone than normal fat.

"Baby, look at you. You're exhausted. Have you been eating?"

Through your sobs and sniffles, you shook your head 'no'.

"Wha-- Babe! Why not?! Have you at least been getting proper rest?!"

You shook your head once more.

"I-I'm sorry, Toshi."

From your point of view, you could see the very soul inside of your husband just wither. That alone made you break as you couldn't hold in the pain you felt inside, resulting into hard and louder sobs. Recalling that night where it was designated for your special day, your husband trembles in regret as he probably turned the special occasion into the worst birthday given to his beloved wife. Shinsou wipes your tears as they began to fall frequently.

"Toshi, it's fi--"

"My love, what have I done to you?" He stated, as his voice cracked.

"I am so, so, so sorry, beautiful. I've insulted you, I've degraded you, I've blamed you for something that you had no control over, I've taken your kind heart for granted, and most of all, I left you alone on your special day."

"Don't you dare tell me that 'it's fine'! It's not, Y/N! You know that!"

With such a broken smile, you hold his face in your bandaged hands, kissing his lips, nose and forehead before connecting your forehead with his.

"It's okay, Toshi. I'm okay. I just missed you, is all, okay? I'm sorry for troubling you."

Sobbing in your hands, he shook his head, refusing to believe the words that came from your mouth.

You paused as you diverted your eyes away from the man in front of you, refusing to answer. He, however, caressed your cheek, guiding your attention to go back to him and remain on him.

"No, baby. Stop apologizing. I am the sorry one. I became one of those monsters online. I was inconsiderate of you. And look," he states, placing your bandaged hands in his while looking at your knees and feet as well.

"I left you alone to deal with these injuries alone. I don't even know how you got them. Baby, tell me the truth. What caused these?"

"Darling, please don't ignore me yet. You can after this, but please. I-I can't see you wrapped up and not know what happened to my wife. Please, love."

Looking down, you exposed the truth about the plate as you hated to see your husband in such a state. As much as he hurt you, you couldn't bring yourself to hurt him back. All you wanted was to make up and go back to how things were back then. But you knew it was going to take a bit of time for things to genuinely heal and go back to normal.

Hearing the truth had Shinsou's sorrow turned to self-loathing.

'What the hell is wrong with me? I did that to her? For what?!'

Frustrated, he bit his lip and looked at up at you as he remained on his knees.

"Hit me."

Shocked, you made eye contact with him to reassure yourself if you've heard that correctly. Unfortunately, you did.

"W-What?"

"You heard me, hit me," he repeated.

"Why would I--?"

"I hurt you, I angered you, I neglected you, I did all this stupid sh*t to you and you still apologize to me, when it wasn't your fault to begin with! Baby, please hit me. I can't withstand pulling such stunts on you without being punished!"

"I-I...I can't, Toshi. I don't want to."

"How else can I compensate, Y/N?! I....I don't want to leave unpunished," he begs.

You kiss his forehead once more.

"You have already apologized, my love. Plus, you've come back to me and you finally let me in your arms again. Baby, you've compensated enough already."

"No, it's not enough," he remarks. He looked around in slight anger before standing.

Shutting off your computer and filing away your worksheets and folders, he then picks you up and takes you straight to the car outside. He almost sobs again, feeling that you're weight dropped significantly. You're much lighter than he remembered.

"P-Put me down, Toshi! Where are we going?"

Without answering your question, he places you gently in the passenger seat before carefully buckling you up and entering through the driver's side.

"Toshi, what are you doing?"

"We're going to the hospital. We're getting those wounds treated. They're infected and the pus is seeping through. After, we're going to eat at your favorite restaurant and you're going to eat everything you order, understood?" He orders.

Feeling the dominance radiating off of him, you nodded in silence.

"Good, now, hand," he commands. Giving him one of your bandaged hands, he holds it gently and gives loving pecks on the bandages. "From now, I'm going to keep track of how much you eat and how long you work. I do not want history to repeat itself."

Almost as fast as when he came back home, your lover sped to the nearest hospital to get you the necessary medical attention and a check-up of your overall health. Once arriving to the hospital, Shinsou discussed matters with the desk receptionists and was able to get a doctor within the next hour to get you treated and checked up.

You were placed to stay at the hospital for about 2 days, so the doctors would be able to keep track of your condition and though it was an uncomfortable and awkward situation for you, Shinsou refused to leave your side. He informed his agency of the current situation and with understanding hearts, they kept the agency going like normal. You, of course, opposed the idea, but Shinsou can be just as stubborn, especially if it involves your well-being. The man will move into the hospital if it meant being there for his wife; there's just no changing his mind.

After numerous tests, stitches, bandages and medicinal treatments, the doctor was able to confirm your condition as malnourished. The lack of nutrition and proper rest resulted into the infection in your wounds, yet fortunately, you were "healthy enough" get the treatment right in time. Any later would've resulted into decapitation of all your limbs or permanent paralysis.

Once you were finally able to leave, the doctor prescribed medication for your hunger and sleep and ordered you to take 2 weeks off to recover properly, mainly with rest and genuine meals. Almost as if the doctor was talking to him, Shinsou did everything you were ordered to do. He called off from work for 2 weeks to tend to you, he made sure to give you light and decent meals (heavy meals from the get-go may take a negative toll during the recovery) before evolving into slightly heavier dishes, he made sure you took your medicine everyday and he always cleaned your stitches before bandaging them up again.

You always felt helpless when your husband literally did everything himself, feeling guilty at the amount of labor he did just to make sure you were okay. The house chores, the medical treatment, bathing, changing clothes, feeding you; you felt similar to an infant being cared by their parent and you've tried doing things yourself (showering, changing, cleaning, etc.), but Shinsou would constantly catch you and scold you to rest before assisting you or doing them himself.

Eventually, you gave in and decided to enjoy the attention you got from your beloved.

Right now, you're both cuddling in the bedroom, watching anime on Netflix with your husband cuddled next you as if he were a toddler laughing unto his mother. You played with his wet hair since he finished showering after doing his usual routine of caring for you. Kissing his forehead, he looked up to you with eyes round and soft, love literally pouring out from them. You smiled at the man before you.

"Thank you, my love. You worked so hard to take care of me," you almost whispered with a smile. Reciprocating with a smile himself, he kissed your lips.

"It's the least I can do for acting like such a horrible husband."

You were about to defend him, but he quickly placed his finger on your lips.

"Don't try to defend my case. Exhausted or not, long day or not, that's no excuse to lash one's anger and frustration out onto their partner. I have no excuse, bub. I have so much to make up for and I swear this isn't a sliver of it."

He towers over you as you lay beneath him.

"I'm going to spoil my beautiful, curvaceous, thick goddess rotten. I don't care what those bastards think about us, but no one ever insults the very beauty I eloped with," he seductively whispers as he gently runs his fingers on your cheeks and arms. He takes your bandaged hand and places a gentle kiss on it, displaying the passion radiating off the man above you.

"That includes the beauty herself."

Looking at you attentively and intensely, he kissed your lips lovingly and he joined his forehead with yours.

"Don't underestimate the amount of ravishing gorgeousness contained in this masterpiece of a body you have, my love. If I ever do again, God forbid, slap me back into consciousness. I am a man who is undeserving of such a woman, so put me back in my place if I ever degrade it agai-- mmph!"

You interrupt my smashing your lips with his. Though caught off guard, he melts into the contact as he sigh in content. Momentarily, you pulled away with adoration sparkling in your beautiful eyes.

"Don't EVER say that about my husband again. If I'm not allowed to degrade myself of anything, that rule applies to you as well. We're married, Toshi. Therefore, we're now one whole. If one is not allowed to belittle their existence and being, the other shouldn't as well. We're going to argue, we're going to make mistakes, things will get rocky, but if we talk it out and not let our intrusive thoughts win..."

You peck his lips once more.

"...we'll be fine."

Smiling in complete relief, both of you embraced each other, happy that things are beginning to heal.

"Thank you, my love. I love you, bubs."

"I love you more, my Toshi. You still need to fulfill your promise of taking me to my favorite restaurant though."

You both laugh in unison as you shared one last kiss.

"I will, darling. I'm sorry, beautiful."

~~~~~~~~~~~

Hope you enjoyed!

Good night, my loves ❤

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aheckinmess · 2 months

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Wash Away the Storm [Shinsou] (Angst)

(One-shot to 1/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots - posted regularly on Saturdays.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Shinsou x OC, Hitoshi Shinsou, Shinsou soothes the mind and soul, tragedy befalls the OC, angst, hurt/comfort, our favorite purple-haired bean, grief, grieving OC

Word Count: 860 words

Summary: Following a devastating tragedy, Ichijiku is grateful when Shinsou inadvertently helps quiet her mind during her grief.

Author's Note: This one-shot isn't a part of a series, so if you're ever looking to see what character I'm writing for, I'll give a character name and whether it's angst, fluff, or smut in the title. Enjoy!

Ichijiku (Tigress)

"Hey, are you okay? I heard about what happened last week."

"Do you need a minute?"

"You must be so sad! Why don't you go see Hound Dog?"

All of their voices melt together as I try to make sense of everything happening around me. Getting the call that my grandpa died is crushing, and I haven't really wanted to do much except train and fight to get out all of my anger and sorrow.

My friends in 1-A, however, nudge me to seek out help as opposed to my avoidance coping mechanisms. I'd do the same thing, but I don't know if I feel ready to talk about it right now.

Still, I make an empty promise that I'll go see Hound Dog to get Ashido to stop talking to me and then go walk into the forest after school. I don't feel like going home yet to see Naomi. It'll only serve as a reminder of who's not there.

"Are you ever not out here now?" A tired voice pierces through my tumultuous mind.

"Are you ever not out here in general?" I sass back, turning to the purple-haired offender with a roll of my eyes.

His lips quirk into a smile as suddenly my mind is blank. It's blissfully, peacefully blank. I've learned how to combat Shinsou's brainwashing with an exhaustive bout of mental fighting, but this afternoon I don't want to. I just close my eyes to let the darkness aid the empty feeling in my mind.

That's when Shinsou seems to realize there's a problem. My thoughts flood back and I drop to my bottom, pulling my knees to my chest and tucking my forehead on them. Why'd you stop? I think. Why couldn't you just keep all of my memories away? To make the world go away for a little while longer...

"You didn't fight back, Sunshine." He comments softly, sitting down beside me in the grass. "That's not normal for you. Did something happen today?"

Right...Shinsou's still in General Studies. He hasn't shifted to the Hero Track yet. He wouldn't be close enough to anyone to know. I debate for a few moments if I should say anything, but ultimately decide we're close enough friends at this point to tell him.

"I guess it makes sense you wouldn't know yet. Not many outside of my class do." I choke out a little laugh. It lacks my usual humor. "I got news several days ago that my grandpa died while in the Navy." I want to cry, but I don't feel like it. I don't know that I have the energy anymore.

He doesn't make a sound, but I feel the tension in his arms. There's a long pause, not that I blame him. After all, how does one respond to that?

"Did my quirk give you a little break?" He asks after a moment. His arm gently wraps around my shoulders.

"Yeah." I breathe, once again hit with serenity when he brainwashes me and my mind quiets.

"Go ahead and get out a good cry." Shinsou whispers to me. Normally, I would fight this order. Shoot, my body even takes a second's pause like it's deciding whether to comply. But all of my sorrow suddenly combines together and splashes out of me onto his shoulder. "I'll keep you safe." He says as his hand strokes the back of my head and his other arm wraps around me.

Blissful, brainwashed fog swirls in my head as my body slumps onto his shoulder to be held. With a blank mind, I'm able to find that release of grief and tears without holding on so tightly to the pain that accompanies it.

By the time all of my tears are spent, he lets my mind go but I stay tucked into his side. It's so warm. Don't leave me. It feels so good in his arms. I decide to give myself a brief reprieve from grief and imagine what a life would be like with him. More moments like this, whether sad or content, pulled close into his arms to soak in his comfort and offer my own in return.

"Do you think he'd be proud of me?" I whisper.

"Your grandpa? For sure. I'm proud of you, and I rarely admit that to anybody." Shinsou says, shocking me abruptly. His shoulders shake with a snicker. "I mean it. I don't think I've ever seen someone work as hard as you do at helping others feel better, making sure they're alright, and at the same time juggling all of your own responsibilities and emotions. I can barely throw my scarf properly. But you," He pauses and I turn to look up at him. "You learn so quickly. You have the uncanny ability to take your weaknesses and reflect on them to immediately turn them into a strength. It's...nearly inhuman. I love that about you."

His words flood me with warmth and I sigh, relaxing.

"I appreciate that." And I mean it. "Is it okay if I stay here for a little while...with you?"

"I would never leave you to deal with this alone."

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offbrandkyoya · 1 year

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Love is an interesting emotion

date 39 | masterlist | next <3

- the sillies

- also uhhhh i don’t remember the profiles 😁

- guess getting a new phone has some troubles 😨

- anyways a mimir

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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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vesterport · 3 months

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Shock Waves - chapter 40

chapter title: You Never Say the Things I Need You To

tags: noncon, PTSD, torture, kidnapping, hurt/comfort

“You were the only one I had,” Shinsou spits, digging salt into the wound. “You were the only one I could trust. How the fuck am I supposed to trust you now?” he cries, his voice breaking. He wants to sound furious, but his own voice rings brutally back to him, and all he can hear is his own devastation.

Aizawa just stares at him, unable to speak, and that only makes Shinsou even more livid. Anger boils over in his chest, alive as the furious sea, and he rises to his feet.

“What, you’re just going to adopt me and suddenly everything’s better?” He’s shouting so loud his throat aches. “Like that’ll fix what happened to me? Like that’ll fix what you did?”

The honesty, the unspoken sorrow, shatters the space between them like lightning.

“Go fuck yourself!” he roars.

Shinsou doesn’t think he’ll ever forget the genuine, genuine look of hurt on his face. Aizawa smothers it in a second, but the look of pain in his eyes remains seared into his mind.

Grief hits him then, a brutal stabbing pain in his chest. He can’t stand it, he can’t fucking stand it. He turns around and slams his fist into the concrete wall, and lets out a broken sob as pain shatters through his knuckles. That sob turns into a scream, and suddenly he’s wailing into the downpour as he falls back down onto his knees. Aizawa’s at his side in a second as his vision goes splotchy and black.

#mha #fanfic #shinsou angst #dadzawa #shinsou x kaminari #shinsou #ao3 #fic update #fanfiction #my hero academia #bnha #aizawa #aizawa shouta #hurt/comfort #non con #tw kidnapping #writing excerpt

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reallytiredartstudent · 2 years

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Standing on the edge of a future undecided

Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi with Villain/Traitor Kaminari. Future Fic, Shinsou's a Pro Hero, Angst. TW: Suicidal thoughts. 2,6k words

“Well look who the cat dragged in.”

Shinsou didn’t even bother to raise his guard when he heard the voice of the villain. His classmate. His friend. His lover. The traitor. The one who betrayed him the most.

“What? No snarky remark today? You won’t even raise your guard?”

Denki – no, Thundershock was mocking him. Normally Shinsou would at least pretend to fight back, to pretend like his heart wasn’t still an open wound whenever he met the villain, the person he had let closest to himself.

“You know lightning bug – if you truly wanted to kill me, you’re doing a piss-poor job at it.”

The old nickname still came so easily over his lips, like Denki had never betrayed him, like Shinsou hadn’t crashed harder than he ever had before. Denki had disappeared and had left nothing but pain and open wounds.

Shinsou called Thundershock ‘Lightning bug’ a lot. Did he want to mock Denki? Mock himself? Make sure Thundershock couldn’t use it against him? Hurt himself, bury the knife deeper? Dull the pain, lessen the meaning with each casual use? Remind Denki, remind himself of what they had and what they had lost?

Who did he really want to torment with that name?

Shinsou didn’t expect an answer. He knew he had to look back to see Denki sign. Thundershock was too clever to get caught in one of Shinsou’s many nets.

At the beginning Shinsou had wanted to catch Denki so bad, had wanted to catch him himself, just so he could scream all those unanswered questions into his face. The pain had dulled since then, and so had his desire to catch him. Shinsou had just accepted that Denki had taken a liking to appear around him.

Why?

Shinsou never allowed himself to dwell too much on it. Tonight, it was different. Tonight, Shinsou wouldn’t even care if Denki decided it was time to end the game and sent Shinsou tumbling over the edge. Shinsou continued talking even though he didn’t receive an answer. He had gotten used to those one-sided conversations.

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mycatategerardway · 1 year

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First fic in several years. I kept it pretty short for that reason.

#bnha #mha #shinsou hitoshi #aizawa #aizawa shouta #ao3 #dadzawa #shinsou angst

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wander-wren · 1 year

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Dressed Up in Shadows is officially a series! yay!

as per usual coping with my life by beating up shinsou hitoshi. sorry dude. this time i gave him a boyfriend though, so maybe it evens out?

why are will wood songs such perfect titles for this series, btw, i’m gonna have to write more oneshots just to use them

#bnha #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou angst #sero hanta #fanfiction #ao3 #this was not any of the projects i’m supposed to be working on #but i was sad today so i deserve it

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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

1.2k words

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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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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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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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