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zawasscarf · 3 years

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FRENCH - JEAN KIRSCHTEIN X READER

Warnings : implied semi-nudity, slight making out, Jean is a Frenchman and no you guys can't change my mind, this is set after the timeskip of course, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : tooth-rotting fluff

Word count : 0.8K words

Synopsis : When woken up early, Jean tends to vulnerably speak to his lover in French.

Additional notes : I've added the rough translations of what Jean's saying at the bottom!

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

Masterlist

"C'mon, it's 10 in the morning already, didn't you promise you'd make me that omelette you had your mom teach you how to cook?"

Giggling at the sight of him simply shoving his face further into the pillow, I tried to tug at the blanket in hopes of rousing him awake. Without even uttering a word in protest, he seemed to prefer simply pretending that I didn't currently exist.

Now aware that my only remaining strategy was to play coquettish, I whined his name out, "Jean-bo, wake up!"and then the exact moment my palm rested on his face, a rosy blush formed on his cheeks and he subconsciously leaned in, giving away the fact that he most certainly was awake and only wanting to be babied.

Completely giving up on the idea of pulling him out of bed against his will, I decided to simply lower myself with a sigh and cuddle into his warm chest.

"Je préfère ça¹," he mumbled, voice still hoarse and deep as it always was in the mornings when he just wasn't conscious enough to realize that he'd shifted to his mother language, French rolling off his tongue as he palmed the small of my back tenderly, "Je déteste lever tôt, et tu le sais²."

"Could've never guessed," I chuckled, reaching to run my fingers through his long ash-brown hair, tips digging into his scalp and tugging a satisfied groan from him that had my tummy fluttering.

It didn't take him more than a minute or two of brushing his mullet before he was leaning in, inhaling deeply before his lips met mine in a languid open-mouthed kiss. Warmth pooling in my belly as his tongue stroked against mine lazily, a mix of savoring and wanting to take his own time as I melted into his kiss, my hands limply falling to circle his neck loosely. Once he was content with the way he rendered me almost immobile, he pulled away an inch or two, amber eyes blinked half-open and far too enticing for how early it was in the day.

Soft words were spoken against my lips, "J'adore le plus quand tu es comme ça³," a small smirk adorning his handsome face, he slowly thumbed my wet bottom lip, teasing though he probably hadn't even realized what he was doing, simply going by what his instinct told him to do.

Before I could even react properly, he kissed me delicately one more time, this time sweeter as he angled his face, pointer finger tilting my chin as his other arm wrapped around my shoulder. Responding with just as much---if not even more---eagerness, I couldn't escape his all-consuming embrace even if I wanted to.

"Et si tu n'existais pas, dis-moi pourquoi j'existerais?⁴" he muttered under his breath, eyes still hooded but affectionate as he blinked down at me, even more doting in the mornings than he normally is.

I laughed incredulously, "Did you just quote Joe Dassin on me?"

With a shrug, he leaned his head down on my shoulder, "Par habitude⁵," with his faux confidence he sounded hilarious, and I chortled at the way he clung to me (though I wasn't any better; I did have my arms curled around his naked shoulders, and my leg was thrown across his slim waist).

We fell into a silence that was rather odd after his passionate proclamations; I almost thought he'd fallen asleep, had he not spoken up minutes later, voice far firmer than I'd ever heard from him.

"On s'est promis une vie d'amour et d'espoir⁶."

He said it with so much conviction; so much determination, like he'd die if it didn't come true, that I didn't dare oppose his words or claim otherwise. It was the only thing he put the entirety of his faith in; the one thing he believed in, because he'd said time and time again that he'd rather not live than exist in a world without love and hope tethering us together.

"We'll get that, no matter what it takes," I replied, as gently and as reassuring as I could muster, rubbing his shoulder, "I'll make sure of that."

The lingering silence and his even breathing indicated that he'd fallen into a deep slumber once again. I couldn't hold it against him nor even feign being mad; not when I knew just how rare it was for him to get enough hours of sleep. Fondly, I patted his back, cooing at how endearing he looked in my arms.

"My sweet Jean."

¹ : I prefer this

² : I hate waking up early and you know this

³ : I adore it the most when you're like this

⁴ : And if you did not exist, tell me why would I exist? (these are lyrics from a Joe Dassin song)

⁵ : Force of habit

⁶ : We promised each other a life of love and hope

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zawasscarf · 3 years

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Hello! May I request an imagine with class 1-A and class 1-B reacting to a new transfer student who has a quirk that's basically like Scarlet Witch's but without the reality warping thing and the quirk is called Hex? Maybe a little shipping with Bakugo or people of your choice on the side as well? Thank you!

HEX QUIRK-HAVING TRANSFER STUDENT - DENKI KAMINARI HEADCANONS

Warnings : none I think, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff, a bit of crack ig lmao

Word count : 3.2K words (omg what)

Synopsis : Denki Kaminari's in for a rollercoaster of a ride during his first year.

Additional notes : I chose Denki cause I never wrote for him before! This might be a bit inaccurate since I haven't watched anything related to the MCU, and I'm not that good at creating OCs, so I'm really sorry if this wasn't what you expected! But I hope you like these headcanons---please tell me what you think of these!

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

Masterlist

With all the shit that happens on an almost-daily basis, it sometimes slips the students' minds that, at the end of the day, UA High was first and foremost a high school for teenagers

And like most reputable high schools that offer incredible hero, support, business, and general courses that focus on both the theoretical and practical aspects of hero work, UA High offered a few empty slots every year for transfer students to take the chance and spend a year on campus

It was already difficult to meet the requirements for getting accepted at the school as a regular student, and even harder to do so as a transfer student, seeing as their grade guidelines were almost impossible to meet

That being said, the occasional transfer student was always noticed by the facility and the student body, because they were all always equally fascinated and intrigued by them

Plus, it kinda stood out when someone wasn't yet used to the oddity that is being apart of UA High and its shenanigans

So when a rather lost-looking kid stumbled amidst the morning crowd near the gates, everyone had to do a double take, quickly realizing that they were brand new

Despite the slightly baffled look on their face, they seemed rather put-together, an air of calmness surrounding them

Of course the first one to scout them out was Neito Monoma, for one soul obvious reason:

"I'm Monoma, and you are...? Well, let's hope you're not part of the wretched 1-A class. They're absolute dunces."

Cue confused blinking from the transfer student, half registering the blond's menacing tone and half taken aback by his (what he'd hoped was devilishly charming) grin

"Um, but isn't the fact that they're called 1-A proof that they're of highest position?"

This triggered an angry snap from Monoma, who launched into a lengthy explanation of just how pathetic the privileged losers in 1-A were and how 1-B reigned superior.

Eying him as he yelled his head off, the poor student had to watch as a pretty girl bonked his head

They could swear that her fist was twice the boy's size, and that being her quirk probably would've made sense, considering that this was the hero course after all

"Sorry about him, he's an overenthusiastic moron," the ginger had smiled as she dragged him away by the ear, "I'm Itsuka Kendo, and honestly, whichever class you're in doesn't matter, all that matters is that you work hard to become a real hero!"

Her presence was rather calming, and her nerves had been soothed after the rather... shocking boy

Not for long though, because a certain someone's girl radar had been turned on (unfortunately) at Kendo's presence

What looked like an oversized grape (was it? They could swear the thing barely reached their waist) had catapulted in their direction

"Mineta, no! Kendo'll kill you!" a harsh shout came from behind her, and they were quickly alerted to duck before impact

Before another disaster could occur, they were witnessing yet another case of a guy being dragged by the ear, this time by a much taller blond boy and an exasperated-looking lankier one.

"He's disgusting, sorry," the blond sheepishly said, before wrinkling his nose at the grape-resembling boy, "What on earth where you even trying to do this time?"

His black-haired friend shook his head, producing thick tape from his elbows so he could tie up the harasser's hands, "That should get him to behave for a bit."

"I'm Denki Kaminari, and this is Hanta Sero," that earned a wave from the slender guy, "We're off to the assembly a bit late, but if you need anything or anyone to show you the ropes, just ask for us in 1-A."

"That guy just called you guys idiots," they'd blankly pointed out

"Yeah, well he has a stick shoved up his a---"

"Aaaaand that's our cue to leave, Denki," and that was the third time within the last five minutes someone was being dragged away from a scene

Once the start-of-term assembly had commenced, they were quick to be outed by the mole principal as a new and temporary student, transferred to 1-A

Legend has it Monoma's horrified moaning and Kendo's smack of retaliation was heard all the way in Shinjuku

If someone strained their ears, Tsuburaba's threats to drill him to the floor could also be heard

But the announcement also meant that 20 pairs of eyes were trained on them for full inspection from head to toe

21 if you counted All Might's curious gaze

They weren't really fazed, not even when an ash-blonde nearly blasted them out of the way on the staircase for being a "damned extra and a waste of space" and for having "a shitty useless quirk, probably", and not even when his red-haired companion apologized with a hopeless look in his direction

They quickly settled down in the seat at the back corner of the classroom, zoning out a bit when the homeroom teacher, Aizawa sensei, gave the class a quick briefing about them

They all started firing questions in their direction, but with one hard glare everyone cowered back into their seats

It was only over lunch when seemingly the entirety of 1-A crowded around them to dump all their questions

"Hex? What's that?" a curious invisible girl asked

"I can manipulate energy fields to blow things up, stop moving projectiles, create force fields, deflect magic attacks, change the composition of physical objects, and I can also wield telepathic and telekinetic powers."

"But aren't these rather unrelated powers?" the bespectacled class rep asked

"If my presumptions are correct, their quirk is divided into two different sections, a hex-enabled portion and a psionic portion. That's the only way this would be possible, considering the fact that some of these powers are purely psychic while the others focus on energy manipulation through a medium, which could only be a hex," a green-haired boy began to mumble to himself, distracting his friends as they began to discuss the topic in lengthy details

Completely forgotten, they began to nibble at their bento of the day, the lunch they'd prepared distracting them enough that they didn't notice Denki hurtling their way with rosy cheeks and an excited grin

"That's got to be the best thing ever! You can do a whole lot of stuff and it all technically falls under one quirk. I bet you've got great control over it too," he slumped over, groaning, "And I still shock myself stupid every other day."

"Still, I think it's cool that you have such a flashy quirk and that you can use it pretty easily, though," they mused, a hint of admiration seeping through their words, "It's not every day you see someone with an electricity-based quirk who can produce that much voltage."

At that, Denki looked like a cross between a tomato and a peacock, equal parts embarrassed and proud

That was probably the first time he felt genuinely appreciated by someone other than his friends who'd frequently hype him up as their bro

And also probably the first time Denki felt flustered enough to zap himself into short-circuiting so hard that even Mina's hair frizzed out

It didn't take that long for the new student to fit right into their class

Everyone was welcoming enough on their own, but the solidarity between them all and the way they all seemed to be interwoven with each other was particularly comforting

Not even Bakugou, the one most likely to blast them to bits for not being relevant enough, had to relent to the fact that they were far more capable for him to dismiss them

After all, when trainings started it was more than evident that their force fields could even deflect Aoyama's most powerful laser beam and scatter the rays into a distorted mess.

Their force fields, though putting a strain on their body to keep them up, were more than enough to keep Kirishima at bay at his full hardening power

Sero's tapes couldn't tie them down; with a flick of their hand and a frown of concentration they could very well send them flying back into Shoto, whose ice they'd managed to reduce to a gooey mess they'd trapped him in

And when Shinsou joined them for training, their psyche fortitude granted them the strength to battle against his brainwashing by using their telekinetic abilities to wield various weapons lying around their training grounds as flying projectiles to momentarily stun him and break off his concentration

So Bakugou, who only ever had one ounce of respect for Kirishima whom he'd always viewed as a (relative) equal, didn't stand a chance of protesting that they were unworthy when their explosions sent them propelling in a manner similar to his

Mans was pretty damn stunned, thinking they'd copied his quirk like Monoma would or something

Really; all it was was a technical trick designed by Hatsume, based off of Bakugou's costume design

Wearing huge metal casings around their hands hid the small screws and bolts clutched in their fists, and by using their quirk, they could blow them up by rapidly disassembling their molecules

Even their telekinesis proved helpful sometimes during fights against Tokoyami, when the mental intrusion distracted Dark Shadow in a rather humorous way

Poor Tokoyami; he thought he was going through puberty all over again and losing control out of nowhere

And Denki was always in awe, whether he was actually facing them in a one-on-one battle, or fighting alongside them, or even watching them face off one of his classmates

See, it wasn't the first time he found himself enraptured and curious to learn more about someone

He was a rather fun and flirty guy, and definitely one of the more amicable people in 1-A

But something about them had him wanting to spend more and more of his time chatting along with them, even if for five measly minutes between classes

Eventually when it came to night-time, he found himself knocking on their dorm room and offering to spend time playing games with them

At first, he'd opted to drag Kirishima or Sero or even a bored Bakugou along, just because he didn't want to accidentally scare them away by being too forward

After all, rejection wasn't the nicest feeling when it was directed towards him only (he'd been on the receiving end far too many times)

And he really wanted to be close to them, even if platonically was his only route to take! They were just so nice and incredibly powerful!

In all honesty, he wasn't at all subtle, considering that he'd often blatantly stare at them with a cheesy smile on his face and a pink blush---though he'd deny it vehemently if he were asked about it

And trust me, EVERYONE was asking about it because holy---he was the most obvious guy in the world when it came to his feelings

Yes, he'd finally come to terms with his crush when Sero had asked him while sparring together; there really was no point in denying it anymore when he could feel his heart beat erratically in his chesta at their every hearty compliment his way or every laugh they laughed in his dorm room whenever he invited them over

RIP Denki, no one's gonna let you live down That One Time™️ you yelled their name when Ojiro's tail woke you up from a nap during Ectoplasm's explanation of the exponential function

And if their own raging blush was anything to go by, they'd never get over it either

Mortification and mortal embarrassment aside, he actually thought it was rather rewarding to have them finally get the hint

Or at least, he felt they did, seeing as they consistently made efforts to seek him out since then

Knocking softly at his door past curfew while evading Iida's scoldings as best they could

Taking a seat beside him during lunchtime, which Mineta was forced to leave with a glare directed at them (not getting over the fact that they were partially the reason why he couldn't ogle Kendo on the first day of the term)

Helping him with his studies when he was dangerously close to failing multiple times throughout the year and eventually aiding him scrape by

And slowly the compliments they gave him sporadically grew less generic and far more specific and sweet-sounding

"I think your shirt looks great on you. Black's your color."

"You're much better of a hero than you give yourself credit for. I think you're incredible, actually."

And finally the one that K.O'd him

Mina had casually stated for the billionth time that Todoroki was the class's most handsome boy, and even the usually nonchalant Jirou and Momo had agreed on this, much to the guys' annoyance

But the Hex quirk user loudly interrupted their giggling

"Actually, I find Denki the most handsome boy in school."

That's it, he was done for. Grave digging was now Sero's job, thank you very much

Not only did they think he was better looking than Shoto, they'd actually admitted it amidst the entire class---and the cherry on top, they saw him as the hottest in the school

Not just in 1-A; no, the entirety of UA High

He might've or might've not passed out for a couple of minutes right there, faceplanting in Shoji's lap with what sounded like a pathetic whimper

After that strike to the heart (and many other strikes when they'd absolutely thrash Bakugou during training), the blonde made it his life mission to get them to be his s/o

He was a smooth talker by fault yes, but he'd never actually dated anyone, and that sort of put a damper on his confidence whenever he tried to work up the courage

But now that he knew for sure that they viewed him as that special?

He'd die trying honestly

And that's how he snuck up on them on the patio of Heights Alliance at twilight during their mid-term week-long vacation

He hadn't expected a blindingly bright force field to slam into his abdomen and knock the breath out of him, but honestly someone should've warned him against soundlessly walking up behind someone and tapping their shoulder

When will you learn that your actions have consequences

After about a dozen 'I'm so sorry, oh my God's had tumbled from their lips, helping him up with slightly shaky arms and an apologetic smile that still sent butterflies battling in his stomach despite his pained expression, he finally sat down beside them on the wooden steps

"I just wanted to have a talk with you."

They'd teasingly nudged him, "You sound awfully serious. I'm not sure how to feel about this?"

Cue an adorable laugh from Denki, "Well, I kinda have to be serious if I'm gonna confess to someone."

...

Denki Kaminari, everyone. Confesses before the actual confession, and barely would've noticed it, had they not gasped and turned a bright beet red. If he could, he'd be jumping six feet under already out of sheer embarrassment.

"Cat's out of the bag now, huh?" he awkwardly looked away, rubbing his neck, beginning to laugh as he always did in an attempt to ease the tension.

"As expected of you, honestly," they'd managed to choke out, the raging blush on their face not letting up as they inched closer, "If it makes you feel any better, I have feelings for you too."

Heaving out a breath of relief he didn't know he'd been holding, he clutched his chest in an almost comical sight

He was wondering why they weren't kissing already but he had to hide it well ok

"But, I'm a bit worried," they looked down at their lap and fiddled with their fingers, "Cause I'm leaving by the end of this year. And I don't want that to hurt the both of us."

The normally-cheery blond deflated for a second. He'd completely forgotten the fact that they were, essentially, a transfer student rhat wasn't here to stay

Blissful ignorance, you could say

Now that it was brought to his attention, he wished he'd stayed as oblivious as he was at the start, because he definitely did not like the added stress of having a time limit set on his first potential relationship

But then he perked up just as fast as his mood had fallen

"We can video call all the time! And have virtual dates and all that kind of stuff," he enthused, before his eyes widened and a huge grin made its way on his face, "Or even better, we can convince your school to let you finish all your school years here at UA. I'm 100% sure All Might can get a good word in, and Aizawa sensei will definitely help with the paperwork."

"Denki..."

Their saddened voice was a reminder that at the end of the day, it was all hopeful wishing; a bunch of wistful dreams made up by two teenagers falling for each other.

He, for once, felt annoyingly helpless, and grew increasingly aware of how ridiculous he sounded

"Please?" his tone was almost-begging, "I just, I don't want to give up like this. I genuinely like you, and I want to put effort into us. Is it... is it so bad to want that?"

They began to tear up, and Denki rushed to try and apologize with a careful hand on their back, but their gentle smile was consolation for him; reassurance that their glossy eyes weren't an indication of them being upset by him

"It isn't, because I want the same thing," they blinked their tears away, looking fresh-faced as ever when they looked back at him, "Let's give it a shot, come what may."

If he could, he would've done a victory dance at their words, chest feeling instantaneously lighter---but he couldn't, because they'd wrapped him up in an embrace that felt so warm he could feel himself going woozy

It was a feeling he'd never experienced before and currently basked in; having your new s/o hug you tight that you momentarily forgot about worries for the future

Even someone like himself, who normally always had something to say, couldn't find it in himself to interrupt the silence so soon

But of course, within a couple of minutes in that position, he began to get antsy and a bit surprised he hadn't accidentally shocked himself out of excitement

"Ok but can we seal it with a kiss?" he cheekily asked, earning an airy laugh as they pulled away from his arms

"Fine, have your much-needed kiss I guess."

And though they teasingly worded it to seem as though he were the needy one and they were complying, the soft lips that met his so eagerly said otherwise---eitherways, he wouldn't change it for the world.

Rumor has it Bakugou was watching from his window with a smirk on his face, but if anyone were to even think of bringing that up he'd burn them to crisp

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zawasscarf · 3 years

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Nanami Kento- Fireworks

genre: fluff!!

synopsis: nanami realises how much he misses his past lover after spending late night of work at the office with them, during new years.

warnings: none!

prespective: third person

notes: reader is gender-neutral.

noise overflowed the office this late afternoon, and only began to die down by the late evening, as men in business suits, and women in fancy dresses bid each other a happy new year, and a good holiday, wishing them well as they left through the exit. He sat at his cramped cubicle, typing away at his yellowed keyboard. He wasn't particularly fond of parties, or his colleagues, or the office for that matter, but work was bound to overflow when everyone tossed aside their tasks by the end of the month. It irked him to think he would have to handel the consequences of their actions when they get back, and what bothered him even more was the fact that either way, he would have to work overtime. His hardworking nature and his sense of responsibility -which often were very bothersome to him- forced him take it upon himself to work through some issues now, so it won't reek havoc onto him later.

besides, it was a good excuse to use whenever someone asked him to join their god-forsaken party.

Though, it was nearly impossible for him to concentrate, let alone get any work done while the most obnoxious pop music blasted through their newly bought speakers in the other room, echoing through the walls of their facility. He had no choice but to stay at his cubicle for an hour or maybe two, staring at the glowing screen, at the unfinished spread sheet infront of hin. His eyes shut for a minute, trying to rest his tired eyes for even just a minute. It has been a long, long day. And yet, he did not want to leave the office, knowing that nothing will welcome him back but the coldness of his apartment.

The second he opened his eyed he found himself alone, with only his computer and the flickering lights of the city outside the window lightening up the room. His eyes hurt from staring into the screen since the morning, and that 'minute' of rest he had did not at all help, but relieved that his colleagues had dissappeared, he leaned forward onto his chair, getting to work immediately.

"And then there were two."

Their playful tone and their voice had frankly startled Nanami. He glanced up from his computer, and saw them standing at the door, hands behind their back as they walked towards him. Their face was easier to admire when they stepped into view. They looked dashing as they always were. He had taken glimpses at everyone who was attending their little party, and he could easily tell, that no one were to compare to them. What they wore was elegant, yet queit simple. It wasn't the first time Nanami saw them in formal attire, it came with the job, after all, but tonight, they looked indescribable. When they came to a stop infront of him, a cubicle much like his seperated them. "I thought you left with the others." He gave them a polite smile, however the starstruck gleam in his eyes didn't falter.

A long time passed since he last saw them, and even longer time since they spoke to one another. Even when they worked at the same office, just cubicles apart. He would find himself often wondering where they were, what they were doing. He had heard from a few colleagues that they were out of town for a month, or two, on a trip around Japan, trying to land a contract with another business. They smiled warmly back at him. "No," Their reply was firm. It was something he always liked about them, their decisiveness, their unnatural talent at body language. They stood serious, yet not in way where it came off as imposing or overbearing. In fact, they looked at ease. "I didn't see you at the party.. though parties were never really your thing, were they?" He was not sure if it was the lack of sleep, or the absence of a good source of light, but he could swear that he didn't imagine seeing their cheeks tint. "—so I assumed you're working." They walked towards the cubicle beside him, and took half of the files Nanami had placed near himself. "And I thought it was unfair for you to work through all of this on your own, since it isn't even yours, so I am helping."

"Oh." Taken by surprise, he leaned back into his -small, and queit frankly, uncomfortable- leather seat. "I see.." They were no longer looking at him, but at the screen, clicking a few buttons, starting up their computer. "But you really don't have to, you should enjoy your night." Their chuckle interrupted him, and their luminescent eyes that brought shame to the thousands of stars in the sky, looked into his worn-out jade ones.

"I don't have anything better to do tonight, Nanami."

His eyes widened for barely a moment.

"Are you sure?" He asked, he was not sure why he was making it seem like he wanted them to leave, maybe it was fear. fear that he would end up doing something, saying something that would ruin what was already ruined. But he couldn't shake the feeling his chest, the absolute warmth he felt whenever they looked at him. "I am sure you do..its new year's eve."

They reclined back into their seat, "I suppose I could be in a pub, or a club..or having dinner with one of our colleagues." Their eyes met his for a second, watching how he would react. Nanami could not explain the feeling, the only way that he could explain it is that it felt similar to the feeling he always felt when he was around a certain white haired friend of his. Sheer annoyance, frustration, even. His hand involuntarily loosened the tie around his neck, trying to reduce whatever suffocating feeling this was. Body tensed up for just a minute, then his muscles visibly contracted under his dark suit. The thought of them with someone else hadn't bothered him, they were two adults, who could see whoever they wanted to see, do whatever they wanted to do..until they mentioned it. Even if he didn't like to admit it, he was still holding onto that selfish wish of his.

"—but I am not. I am choosing to be here, and I don't mind helping on new years eve." They explained. "Besides, we can get the work done faster when we split, so maybe we will get to enjoy the festivities if we finish these files by eleven."

Nanami couldn't help but nod. He took his glasses out of his pocket and put them on, then began to type back into his abandoned excel sheet. Though, it was taking him a great deal of effort to type in the right numbers, when they sat infront of him. His eyes couldn't resist glancing at them every few minutes, to admire them. How their eyebrows furrowed, and their mouth turned into a pout whenever they made a mistake. He found himself wishing that they were out, discussing life and what-not on a dinner table, in one of the cozy restaurants they discovered together, like they used to. Not sitting here in these uncomfortable seats, cubicles apart, with the only sound keeping them company is that of the city.

"Are you going to keep staring at me, Kento, or are you going to get your files done?"

He jolted, their eyes bored into his. They held a captivating gaze, for about a minute, or two, yet for him it felt as though hours had passed. "I apologise. It's been a long day." He lied. He was not as tired as he thought he would be, and seeing them tonight has ignited some sort of energy in him. Unknown to him, it was queit obvious when he lied to them. They smiled, and got up from their seat.

"I assume you've been running on nothing but coffee since this morning?" His eyes didn't leave them, as he watched them make their way to the little kitchen counter they had by the break room area. "You assume correctly, yes.." He took their 'absence' to his advantage, and focused on his work, finishing up spreadsheets as soon as they walked away. "That's pretty unhealthy."

"I am well aware, but what could I do?"

The microwave beeped a few times, and there was a sound of boilingvwater. A few minutes later, they dropped a plate with a slice of banana bread on the stacked files, and they placed a mug of jasmine tea in his hands. "Oh." His nostrils delighted by the smell of the bread, and the aroma of the steaming cup of tea, a smile had slowly made it's way on his lips. "Eat up, its gonna be a long night."

The blonde man stared up at the plate and then the mug infront of him. Though it was a simple, yet thoughtful act, it warmed his heart. He examined their relaxed posture when they leaned against the desk beside him, and his expression suddenly softened. "Thank you."

"Awh, Kento, are you going soft on me?"

He took off his fogging glasses, and set them aside, as he brought the beverage to his lips. "Yes."

Their eyebrows raised in surprise. And then they rolled their eyes, at the irony of the situation. "It's basic human decency, Nanamin. It really shouldn't be so surprising to you." Their statement felt heavy. A feeling of guilt ate him up. The office fell queit, the heavy air between them filled with unspoken words, and both of them shared passing glances, in hopes the other would speak. They broke the silence first, chuckling dryly. "I need more sugar. I swear the packets they get us don't sweeten at all." They hopped off his desk, their shoes clicking away. This sight felt familiar to him. Them turning their back to him, leaving him wondering if they would ever come back. Deja vu overtook his senses, but it was not enough to leave him frozen in place. Bewilderment -and embaressment- now written all over their face. "Kento? This hurts a bit.." Their voice was no louder than a whisper.

Nanami's grip around their wrist loosened just slightly, when he realised they were mere inches apart, and that his work was long abandoned.

"I..I apologise. But I have to tell you..It wasn't about that.."

"What are you talking about?"

"What you did for me just now. It made me realise something I should have a long time ago."

Their confusion turned into shock, and then realisation. A frown appeared on their face as they looked away from him. "Nanami.."

"It made me realise how much I missed you. How I shouldn't have let you leave that night."

They clicked their tounge and shook their head. "Nanami, this is exactly why it didn't work last time. You were always too late, only realising what you want after time had passed." He nodded in agreement, not daring to cut the off until they were done. "And you always prioritized things that didn't concern you over yourself, over me.." He could feel their hands clam up, the expression of nervousness evident on their features. "Yes, I'm well aware. And I'm giving it a shot again now, because I know I have changed."

They chuckled in disbelief, and looked up into his yearning eyed. "How much could someone really change, Nanami?"

He paused. He had come so far, he was not going to ruin this for the world. Not again. Mulling over the words, time after time in his mind, he finally replied. "You would never believe me if I just told you. You know better." He let their wrists go, and instead intertwined their fingers together. "Words can never prove it. But I'm willing to show you." Their mouth opened, but they couldn't bring themselves to disagree with him. Even though they wouldn't like to admit it, they had infact missed him. "I'm willing to do everything in my power to show you I have been working on myself for you."A pause in between words, and then he took a deep breath. His grip on their hands tightened just slightly. "So please, will you accompany to Shibuya? The countdown and firework event that takes place every new years is always sublime. And I have a friend who owns me one, so we would be watching the show from the highest building near the event. And I couldn't think of anyone..more divine to join me." A tiresome, yet determined smile set across his face. They spent a minute or two in complete silence, as they repeated the scenario in their head. Nanami normally would not let it show that he was nervous, but his hands were sweating and his jaw clenched. After a minute or two of complete and utter silence, they sighed deeply, nodding. "I'd..I'd love to, Nanami."

"Do I sense a but?"

A giggle erupted from them, but to his realif, they shook their head. "No. I am serious. I'd love to attend the Shibuya firework show with you." In an attempt to keep his cool -although his excitement was through the roof-, he raised their hands to his lips and planted a kiss on each of their knuckles. "Thank you.."

Another one of their wonderful giggles filled the air around them, their cheeks turned dark. "We should probably finish those files, if we want to get there on time."

Nanami looked back, at the abandoned cubicles and open computers. For a moment, he hesitated, but he quickly made up his mind and looked at them. "Forget about the files. We can always finish them later. Besides, the bullet train is bound to be almost empty by now, so we will be alone..." They raised their eyebrows, but a knowing smile spread across their face. He smiled back. "It's a date, then." His smile widened, it has been such a long time since he felt this way. Pleasant, ecstatic. "Just let me grab my coat, and I'll be ready to go."

Nanami nodded, letting them go after giving them a squeeze. As if silently promising, to both of them, the he won't ever let them regret their decision.

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Hand-holding - Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Warnings : none, Izuku is a third-year here, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : pure fluff

Word count : 0.5K words

Synopsis : Izuku Midoriya can't help it---he loves having his hand held, even on study dates for finals.

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"You've got really pretty hands, 'Zuku."

He perked up at their words, setting down his pen from the quick scrawls he'd been writing down for the past 2 hours, "Y-you really think so? I mean, they're nothing special."

When they looked up from their own notebook, he was looking at them with shiny eyes and burning red freckled cheeks. That bashful but happy expression was their favorite of his, and they couldn't get enough of it; even if they were in his dorm to study for their upcoming written finals, this seemed like a great way to let off steam: flustering their boyfriend.

Nodding, they smiled back at him, "Yeah, they look cool," they enthused, picking his hand up, discreetly watching how his even his ears had now turned red, "All the scars and stuff. They're warm and firm too."

Playing with his fingers for a few beats, they soon entwined theirs with his, setting their hands down on the floor beside them.

"Wait, you actually like the scars? I thought you'd be put off by them," he mused quietly as they softly drew circles with their thumb against the prominent scar at the back of his palm, "Especially since my skin gets pretty coarse with every laceration."

Shaking their head, they seemed to vehemently disagree with him, "Definitely not put off. I think they're more amazing, 'cause I know where they're from."

"From being too weak," he slumped against the desk, falling face-first before he turned his head to look at them, "I know it's been two years and I've got way more control of my quirk now, but that doesn't make it any less embarrassing."

His pout, paired with his embarrassed blush, made him look like the embodiment of endearment to them, and they couldn't help laughing.

"You've broken quite the few bones, huh, baby?" they teased, but their voice held no malice, and Midoriya knew they were only being playful from the way they're thumb never ceased touching his warm skin, "Glad I can hold your hand in one piece right now, to be honest."

He rolled his eyes, smiling despite wanting to pretend-sulk, "I didn't break that many bones."

They arched their eyebrows at him, and he sheepishly looked away. As he did, their exhaustion finally crept back to their body, and they flopped against his body.

"You're crushing me!" he choked at the sudden weight being thrown against his back, "My ribs are right against the edge of the table, you know."

With a menacing smirk on their face, they kissed his jaw, "Pipe down and I'll keep holding your hand for 3 hours."

Blushing heavily at the fact that they'd so easily figured out how weak hand-holding makes him, he huffed and looked in the opposite direction, grinning so wide that his cheeks hurt (he was hoping that his lover wouldn't notice, but it kinda was difficult to do that when he had such a blindingly bright smile).

"Make it 4 and we'll have a deal."

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