Latest Posts by hazyspells - Page 8

「BNHA Boys giving you the partner privilege」

⤷ Bakugou he hates losing or being behind someone, it’s a horrible feeling that he hates with all his heart. but for you, he can learn to accept. he doesn’t complain or curse when you’re better than him in a test or game - even because he let you win. it’s something he would kill to get, but now, he would kill to make you win, because your smile and your well-being are priceless.

⤷ Deku he would give you anything you want; are you looking for a certain food or drink? he’s already getting it for you without question. it’s movie night and you want to watch a movie that no one else wants to watch? one way or another he’s going to make sure you’re watching that movie. he just wants to see you happy - and also because he likes to pamper you. the second you arrive, his friends are rolling their eyes because they know how much he’s wrapped around your finger, just a fool in love.

⤷ Kirishima

you’re the only person who can play with his hair. it’s hard for him to get his hair the way he likes it and he does his best to make sure other people don’t ruin all the effort he put in, but you’re different; he doesn’t mind you playing or running your fingers through his hair, he loves the feeling and loves you enough to let you do whatever you want with his hair.

⤷ Todoroki

he always seems serious and closed with people, but with you it’s different. you are the only person who sees his true side; the fun, spontaneous and loving side of him. you’re one of the few people who’s ever heard his laugh, or made him slow dance in the kitchen with you. you are the only person he allows himself to be, you are always the one for him.

⤷ Denki

he always lets you stop him, always reckless in stupid decisions in which he’ll obviously get hurt; all his friends tell him not to do it and he ignores until it comes from you. you don’t find it funny when he shorts circuits, you don’t laugh when he’s in danger, you want the best of him and that’s why he listens to you, and only you

⤷ Tamaki

he brings small gifts constantly. he can’t stop thinking about you and in everything he sees he sees you; whether it’s a coffee at that coffee shop at the end of the street that he knows you like, or that flower he saw in a tree on his way home. every little gift has meaning and a little bit of his heart. he just walks into the room with the sweetest smile to say ‘i have something for you my love’

⤷ Shinsou

he gives you all his love and affection; it’s like he freely gives his heart to you, when it comes to you, he’d give you the entire galaxy if he could. he would let you do anything; playing with his hair, stealing his clothes, eating his last piece of pizza.. he is also more affectionate physically like; he gives you long and warm hugs, soft and long kisses until you lose your breath, plays with your hair while he look through his cell phone, pulls you into his lap... he loves you with all his heart, and only you.

⤷ Hawks

shows you off in every way possible - honestly, most of the time he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. he’s always looks in love with you like ‘wow, you’re so perfect for me’. he also gets his eyes in his heart looking at you but still doesn’t understand how people guessed you were dating... but he honestly doesn’t complain, it just makes him show you even more to others because he wants to show everyone that he has the world in his hands.

⤷ Dabi

you’re the only person he really likes to be around. he wants your presence all the time; it’s not that he’s suffocating you, it’s just that he wants to be surrounded by you all the time. like he could literally spend 48 hours locked in a room with you and still feel like he needs more time - like no you can’t leave, we’re not done yet. no matter how much time you spend with him, it will never be enough for him and he will never get tired of your delightful presence; he truly cherishes you and wants nothing more than to give you all of the love he can for as long as possible. your existence alone to him is so mesmerizing, he really doesn’t understand how you’re his or what he did to deserve you.

⤷ Shigaraki

he hates to be interrupted while playing, but you are always an exception; when you arrive in the room he always looks quickly at you and takes a headset out of his ear, attentive to anything you are going to say. if you are sad or discouraged. he lets you sit on his lap and he listens intently to everything you have to say. but if you want, he’ll even turn off the computer/video game because he really cares about you - but he’s a little upset that you made him left the game when he was about to win, but he put this aside and focus on you; because what matters most is you, and always you.

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he is so random

A collab done on Instagram! Line and colours are by me

He confesses to you with a letter. 

The letter was something you weren’t really ever expecting and it took you three times to read over it to fully process what it was. What he was saying. 

For a moment you wondered why he just didn’t call you, or tell you how he felt in person, but then again a writing you a letter seemed like something he’d do. 

It was simple, not too long; about one page of neatly written words that held so much more meaning in them than any other letter you’ve read before. 

With each and every word you read your heart beat quickened until your heart was practically jumping out of your chest. 

What he’d written wasn’t completely out of the blue, the connection between you was strong and something more special than you’d felt with anyone in a long time. But still you found yourself more shocked at the confession. 

What stuck in your head the most was the very last line.

‘”I’ll wait for you, love. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here.”

When you can finally think clearly again you waste no time in calling him, hands trembling as you find his contact. 

“Hello?”

“I don’t want you to wait.” You words are more rushed than you’d like them to be, barely giving him time to answer before you cut him off. 

“What?” You can hear the confusion lacing his voice when he speaks again. “Wait-”

“I got your letter.” You say almost breathlessly heart still pounding in your chest.

“Oh, you did?” He’s quiet for a moment and you can practically hear him tense through the phone. “And?”

“And I think you should come over.” 

Your response is quieter than everything you’ve said before and for some reason you feel nervous, like you aren’t holding his literal confession in your hands. 

“Want me to leave right now?”

“Yes, if you can I mean.” You stop yourself taking a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t think I can wait long enough for you to get my letter saying the same thing.” 

“Okay, I’ll be over soon.” Just like that the uncertainty in his voice was replaced by an audible smile, one you couldn’t wait to see.

AKAASHI, asahi, KITA, semi, ennoshita, sugawara

✿ so whipped for you

bf! Atsumu x reader

warnings: none

crush!atsumu who has a big fat crush on you

crush!atsumu who’s fascinated by the way you talk back to him

crush!atsumu who’s hands are sweating when deciding to ask you out

crush!atsumu who, despite his good looks, is humble to the people around him

crush!atsumu who is competitive in nature and will quite literally fight anyone that wants you

crush!atsumu who peeks at you in class, thinking he’s slick

crush!atsumu who accepts the fact that he’s a simp for you

crush!atsumu who smiles like a lovesick fool when you laugh at his jokes

crush!atsumu who purposely misses morning practices just to catch a glimpse of you in the hallways

crush!atsumu who feels jealousy prickling at his soul when a guy has the audacity to ask you out

crush!atsumu who smirks when you shyly reject every man that comes your way. “atta girl” he thinks to himself

crush!atsumu who hands you his jacket when he notices you forgot to bring yours

crush!atsumu who forces his brother to make tuna onigiri just so he can bring them to you and brag to you about how much of a good cook he is when in reality his brother does all the work

crush!atsumu who will disrupt the class just to watch you laugh

crush!atsumu who attempts to make chocolate for you. they don’t..look the best but somehow end up tasting delicious

crush!atsumu who never seems to shut up about you and he’s made it so obvious that he’s in love with you

crush!atsumu who sees a future with you despite being so young.

crush!atsumu who leaves flowers on your desk with a note that says “pretty flowers for a pretty human being” he thinks he’s sly but his handwriting gives it away

crush!atsumu who will fight the world if anyone every dares to make you sad

crush!atsumu who will wipe your tears and kiss your forehead if he sees you sobbing. manz will cry with you ok.

crush!atsumu who gently wraps his arm around your shoulder and brings you to his warm chest. whispering a soft ‘I’m so in love with you’

crush!atsumu who’s just so whipped for you

I’d do anything just to experience a high school love with atsumu >>>>

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Random Emotional Things the Haikyuu Boys Have Said

+ genre. sfw

+ warnings. none

“I can’t wait to marry you.”

You weren’t even doing anything remotely special when Kuroo said this to you, catching you by surprise and nearly making you fall of of your chair. Even with you messy hair and pajama pants on, Kuroo couldn’t help but think, ‘Yep, that’s going to be all mine one day.’

“You’d look so pretty carrying our baby.”

You and Bokuto were out sundress shopping of all things whenever he dropped this on you, a small smile on his face. You had just come out of the dressing room to show him your pick and a pregnant woman had just so happened to walk by, prompting your boyfriend to say this in the softest tone you’d ever heard him speak.

“Please don’t ever leave me, I don’t think I could ever handle losing you.”

It was after a game. MSBY had won, but for some reason Atsumu had rushed to you, tears in his eyes and hugged you tighter than he ever had before. It took you off gaurd because usually your boyfriend was so happy and hyped after winning. But that day, he spent minutes sobbing into your shoulder, even while fans and teammates surrounded him with congratulations.

“You don’t know just how deep my love runs for you. I would fucking do anything for you.”

He thought you were asleep. You knew that, because that’s the only way Suna would ever express something so deep and so personal towards you. He was stroking your back, quiet sniffles leaving him as he kissed your hair. And that night, he held you tighter than he ever had before and it took everything in you not to burst out crying as he nuzzled into your shoulder.

REUNITING WITH THEM AT THE AIRPORT — HAIKYUU.

feat — timeskip!atsumu, sakusa, bokuto, oikawa + iwaizumi.

warnings — just some very teary reunions + me overusing italics as always <3

note — crying realising i didn’t add suna into this ;-;

ఌ ATSUMU felt his feet carry him quickly towards the exit gate, towards you. his headphones flung haphazardly over his neck, messy, platinum hair hidden under a black cap and eyes still a little dark, tired— despite managing to sleep on the plane because he always slept better wrapped in you. atsumu’s grip on his suitcase loosens when he catches a glimpse of the same features he’d always wake up to as they lay smooshed against his pillow, knowing you’d rolled over to his side of the bed during the night to steal his warmth because you knew he’d always pull you closer, paired with eyes that always held the kind of tenderness that he never thought he even deserved, but you taught him he did. so he isn’t ashamed when he feels his gaze turn glassy, his suitcase long forgotten on the ground behind him because when your figure finally runs into his arms, as they open to greet you, he realises this is all that matters. atsumu’s lips find yours almost instantly—eager and a little salty with tears but there’s love as his words come out a little breathless “a missed ya so much baby, did ya watch me win for ya?” he grins, his grip tightening slightly at the unwavering love in your gaze because fuck—he missed this. so miya atsumu cries because in your arms, he’s finally home.

ఌ SAKUSA sighs as he tries to control the racing of his heart— almost there, he thinks, his fingers pulling at the sleeves of his jacket, a habit you always seemed to have before he left for away games but one he picked up because it reminded him of you. he re-adjusts the bag across his chest as his eyes scan the crowd, before they land on a familiar smile that only caused his heart to race even more. his feet carry him before his mind can register the groups of bodies he’s brushing past, because kiyoomi hated crowds but he loved you, his gaze locking on your figure as you stand in a more secluded area of the airport. and a smile breaks from under his mask, for you, because he knows you did that for him. his body finally bringing him to stop infront of you as he softens, his heart rate seeming to finally slow because you were his safe haven as his hand moves to cup your cheek gently— his lips brushing against your forehead when he leans in and although covered by a mask, you smile because you still feel everything, and it was enough. your hand coming to intertwine with his as he finally finds the familiarity he’d been seeking in his months away in the “let’s go home.” that causes a warmth to bloom in his chest, as he realises that with your hand in his, he already was.

ఌ BOKUTO raises his fist cheerfully as a smile beames from his lips, hurried footsteps carrying him from the gate because all he wants right now was you—your head whipping towards the familiar sound of “baby!” that used to be your 6am ballad when he moved to begin the day, lazy kisses peppered to your cheek and a promise to work hard for you, always for you. bokuto’s body moves to you quickly, salt and pepper hair hanging loosely over his eyes, and his cheeks flushed from the heat that seemed to build in his chest at the familiar feeling of love, when his arms reached under your thighs to lift you off the ground. he allows himself to melt against the weight of your body as it presses against his, because there was a familiarity to it—it still fit just as perfectly. bokuto doesn’t notice when the first tear of the day seems to trickle down his cheek, because he still smiles as he nuzzles against your palm when your hand doesn’t hesitate to come up and wipe it, his lips moving to find yours as he groans against them—because the giggly love confessions and the teary “i missed yous” exchanged between breathless kisses, felt just like home.

ఌ OIKAWA yawns drowsily as he stretches his arms above his head, a soft smile painted on his face despite the long plane ride because he knew seeing you would make it all worth it. oikawa bites his lip as he feels tears suddenly blur his vision at the thought of finally being able to hold you again — his hotel bed having missed the familiar warmth that lulled him to sleep at night, a home filled with the familiar scent of your coffee as you hummed a random love song you’d probably both sang the night before. but then he sees it, you—home, still as beautiful as he remembers as his hand rests over his chest, just above his heart and he feels it beat for you before his arms are tightly wrapping around your figure. with a shaky “finally” under his breath, surrounded by that familiar warmth he’d craved for months when he’d lie awake hoping you were proud of him but now — when your hand brushes through his hair, his eyes meeting your own glassy ones he realises that you always are. oikawa’s hand gently rests against the back of your head to push you deeper into his chest as you both cry but he knows it’s because of love, and that’s all he’ll ever need.

ఌ IWAIZUMI groans as he feels every hour of the long journey ache and grind through his muscles, stretching his neck before rubbing the sleep from his eyes. his hands felt restless— as if longing to holding you, the idea of being wrapped in that familiar warmth causing his lips to upturn slightly, before they stretch to a grin when his eyes finally meet your figure across the gate. even years later his heart still skips a beat for you, because love with you still felt like it always had— just like it was supposed to. hajime moves like his luggage is suddenly weightless before he shrugs it off in favour of being able to hold you instead, one of his hands resting on the back of your neck, while the other wraps tightly around your waist as his lips meet your own—melting against yours and solidifying the fact that shit, he really missed this. he finally pulls away to cup your cheek before he smiles once more, his cheeks a little flushed and his eyes a little darker from lack of sleep but you still recognised the love in them, because it never faltered. hajime’s lips dip to meet yours once again, a gruff “i love you” exchanged between breathes before you feel a smile replace it, his hand intertwining with yours because home, really was you.

bubashi WHEN huh

when is it my turn to be happy

tending to their wounds

they cannot evade death. but with you around, they're invincible.

feat. albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, xiao

genre : headcanons, fluff, angst [for xiao and kazuha], hurt/comfort

warnings : blood and injury. death mention. minor cursing.

❀ albedo

it's to no one's surprise that albedo isn't human, meaning he doesn't have the same bodily functions as the others in mondstadt do. his body cannot bleed nor can he feel much pain. that's not to say he can't at all, but a simple prick from a piece of shattered flask can't really do the young alchemist any harm.

flasks breaking or nicking himself while conducting his own research never really phased the alchemist. despite the warnings his assistant gave him about laboratory safety, he didn't need to heed them if the injuries didn't apply to him, did he?

it's safe to say that the chief alchemist is... perplexed to say the least at seeing you worry over him. he wasn't expecting you to come rushing through his laboratory door when you heard the sound of falling glass and nearly climbed over all of his equipment to come to his aid.

"really, you shouldn't have to worry," his gentle voice reassures you, but his attempts to calm you down are futile. instead, albedo is met with your furrowed brows in concentration and your fingers brushing against his as you inspect his invisible wounds.

"yeah well, maybe if you were more careful in your laboratory i wouldn't be here worrying over you, would i?" albedo sighs at your response and decides to let you do as you please to his 'injuries.'

the alchemist's teal eyes follow your movements as you reach for the bandages in the first aid kit and begin to wrap them around his finger tips. he doesn't miss the way your tongue pokes out from between your lips as you concentrate on the task in front of you.

despite not needing to worry much about him, albedo finds it endearing that you care so much about his wellbeing. how much you care about him, how often you check up on him and make sure he never overworks himself. you truly are a caring individual, a ray of warm sunshine in his life.

you meet albedo's gaze when your name leaves his lips, eyes filled with curiosity at what he could possibly want.

"thank you for tending to me." he thanks you with tender smile on his face, his spare hand gently ruffling your hair. the flustered expression on your face is hard to miss, especially when you quickly duck your head down and away from the alchemist.

you stutter out that 'this is nothing!' and continue on wrapping albedo's faux injuries. though, the alchemist finds the way your hands shake as they brush against his skin adorable.

❀ childe

childe is a war criminal, in case you missed it. it's not uncommon to find the young man fighting an entire hoard of enemies by himself. the thrill of battle never seems to be enough for him, as he constantly seeks anything that could satiate his need for exhilaration.

finding scars or fresh injuries on the harbinger is the usual for you, regardless of whether or not they're shallow wounds or deep gashes that gush blood and stain your poor floor. not that childe minds anyways, he sees his battle scars as medals of the many fights he has won and wears them with pride.

but, despite being one of the fatui harbingers and an absolute beast on the battlefield, that doesn't stop you from worrying about his wellbeing.

your brows furrow in concern at the sight of childe in front of you; body worn from using his foul legacy form one too many times in succession and injuries sustained from his earlier fight. he shouldn't have protected you, really you could have protected yourself. and yet...

"you're going to ruin yourself if you keep going into your other form all the time, you know." childe laughs weakly at your lecturing; that's all he can do right now anyways. you catch your lip in between your teeth as you rub a cooling ointment on the harbinger's body. "this isn't funny. you can't just die. then no one would be the eleventh harbinger and you-"

"i would leave you alone?" childe smiles when you send him a glare. his rough hand finds yours, squeezing it lightly in reassurance. there's not a chance in the world that he would succumb to death just yet. childe is still young, and there are many others that he hasn't had the pleasure of fighting against.

and he sure as abyss can’t pass away without saying how he truly feels about you.

you grumble to the snezhnayan that you could've handled it all alone, that you didn't need him to go all berserk on the ruin guards that had surrounded you earlier. instead, childe laughs and places a weak hand on your forearm. "i know, but that was the perfect time to show you just how well i can fight. maybe then, you'll finally accept my feelings."

a white lie, really. even though childe knows that you could've handled it yourself, he acted on instinct back then. the thought of you being harmed in any way sends a chill down the harbinger's spine. he wouldn't forgive himself if he reacted a second too late and you ended up hurt as a consequence.

what's the point of harboring the power of the abyss if he couldn't protect the ones he loved.

you roll your eyes at his answer, choosing to quietly resume cleaning up childe's wounds in hopes that he doesn't say anything more embarrassing. as your fingers brush against the snezhnayan's freckled skin, you don't miss the way he leans towards your touch and the happy hum rumbling from his chest.

❀ diluc

the darknight hero is not one to lose his battles, let alone allow any of his enemies lay a finger on him. trained by the knights and his own father, diluc's fighting style is difficult to intercept and finding a weak spot in his defense is futile. even if his sword is too slow, his fists will be glad to meet those that oppose him.

that isn't to say he doesn't get hurt every now and then. you've caught him with bandages wrapped around his hand, blood soaked gauze around his torso. as long as the job was done, diluc didn't mind the wounds he received in battle.

he isn't used to others tending to his wounds, as nobody really knows he's the darknight hero and protects mondstadt in the middle of the night. so when you catch him in the act of cleaning his wounds and offer to help, he kind of freezes up.

diluc wants to decline your offer, sure that he could finish this up by himself. and besides, he doesn't want to burden you with his consequences so late at night. but he knows you would keep bugging him and complain later that he didn't "love you" or whatever dramatic act you'd be committing in the near future.

it's hard to look at you when you're so close to the red haired vigilante. granted, diluc has always been pretty close with you, seeing as the two of you grew up together and shared most of your memories with one another (and kaeya).

but being physically close to you... is another story. your fingers lightly touching his skin, your face so close to his as you inspect other wounds on his body, your hands roaming the expanse of his chest to remove his shirt in case it hid any other injuries you could have missed.

diluc's hands twitch when you inch even closer to him. if he wanted to, it would take one swift movement to have his lips on yours. one swift movement to hold you in his arms and feel the way your skin melts into his.

but the vigilante has self-control and would rather die than make you uncomfortable.

diluc releases a shaky breath when you finally move away from his body, though it's only a brief moment of respite since you immediately move back into your previous position after grabbing more bandages. absolutely perfect for the poor vigilante.

he clears his throat when your hands slide down his arms to reassure the pressure is enough to keep his wounds from reopening and bleeding out. it is then that you realize what you've been doing to the poor red haired man and how close you've been to him and his body.

"oh? what could you possibly be thinking about, mr. ragnvindr?" you tease, raising an eyebrow and sending diluc a playful smile. you fail to suppress your laughter when he scrunches up his face and turns his face away from you, his ears burning a wonderful shade of bright pink.

"i think it's time for you to leave." shocked, you try and apologize and get him to let you stay a little bit more. the night is still young, and he still has more injuries to be looked at! but diluc pays you no mind.

not like he'd have the heart to actually kick you out of his room anyways.

❀ kaeya

the captain of the calvary isn't one to fight, always looking for people to do his dirty work so he doesn't have to. why bother exerting more energy than you already have when you can make others do it for you? it's more fun that way, anyways.

that doesn't mean kaeya is incapable of fighting. if needed to, the blue haired captain would gladly point his sword at the enemy to keep them at bay or spar a fellow knight. scratches and shallow scrapes are what you mostly see from him.

you aren't expecting to be called into the knights of favonius headquarters and be greeted by the calvary captain battered up and bruised in the infirmary.

"you're squeezing me too hard," kaeya comments nonchalantly, as if he isn't bleeding to death on the bed right now. "you'll cut off circulation in my arm if you keep doing that." you shoot him a glare, but the blue haired captain only laughs at you. you tighten the bandage on his arm.

you refuse to get tangled up in anymore of kaeya's antics. it's all his fault you've aged ten years because of him and his stupid actions and refusing to ask for help despite the mission being bigger than anyone could handle. alone at least. it's not like you don't trust him, but a little extra help isn't bad to have.

your frown deepens when your eyes flit up to stare at the blood soaked shirt covering kaeya's chest. you order him to take it off so you can inspect his injury, which was a mistake on your part.

"oh? shouldn't you ask me on a date first before being this forward?" kaeya's laughter rings around the infirmary seeing your deadpan expression at his joke. maybe you should just leave, just leave this stupid man to bleed to death on this infirmary bed. maybe then you would finally be at peace.

"well. maybe i would have asked you on a date if you weren't so stupid to take this dumb mission alone. you could have died, asshole." kaeya only hums in response, which pisses you off even more. it's like he didn't have a care in the world.

in the midst of your grumblings and cleaning of kaeya's wounds, you miss the tender look he gives you; warm and gentle. the captain finds it nice to have someone care for someone like him after so long.

it wasn’t his fault he wanted to do this alone. well, it was, but it’s hard for kaeya to rely on others and be vulnerable to those around him despite how long he’s known them. his walls are built high, refusing to let anybody in in case he accidentally hurts them in the future.

he wonders if you'd miss him if he disappeared one day, but the way your brows furrow in concern at seeing how bad the gash in his chest confirms his answer.

kaeya’s endearing, warm smile is replaced with the usual smug smirk when you look up to meet his gaze. one day, he hopes he’ll be able to let his walls down around you.

"you know, you're really cute when you worry over me. maybe i should get injured more often." the look of shock at kaeya's comment is evident on your flustered face and it takes everything in him to not laugh and open up his wounds again.

❀ kazuha

kazuha isn't one to easily get injured, well at least seriously injured. he was raised by a prestigious family, trained in the arts of the kaedehara clan. with the help of his prior knowledge of fighting and his keen senses, it's hard to one-up the young man to the point of injury.

that isn't to say he has never sustained any injuries. there have been one too many times that the inazuman traveller has shown up at your door with a couple of scrapes and an apologetic smile on his face.

so, it's a surprise when you find kazuha at your doorstep severely injured and clutching something in his burned hand.

it's quiet between the two of you as your eyes scan kazuha's body for any more injuries and your hands quickly move to tend to his right hand. the skin is burnt, bleeding, and his fingers shake from the injuries it sustained.

you whisper an apology to the inazuman when you gently clean the wounded skin with a warm cloth. he doesn't flinch, dazed eyes still staring off in front of you. it makes you wonder what kazuha went through to be injured this badly. though, seeing as the only serious injury was his right hand, you assumed it wasn't from a fight.

"kazuha... what happened to you?" your words are gentle, afraid your voice would scare the inazuman traveller in front of you. kazuha doesn't respond and instead tightens the grip he has on your hand that's bandaging him. his hand is shaking, and you don't realize he's crying until you feel the wet teardrops on your skin.

ruby eyes glazed with tears meet your own when your eyes flick up to confirm that he was indeed crying.

"tomo..." the crack in his voice shatters your heart and you find yourself pulling kazuha into your arms. his own circle around you and his hands grip onto the back of your shirt as he buries his face into your shoulder.

kazuha's body shakes as he sobs at the loss of his friend. he must have held it in until he got to the safety of your home. you were always his safe haven; coming over so you could tend his light wounds and provide a roof over his head if he was passing by your village.

and yet all you can do now is hold him until the storm inside his heart passes by.

❀ xiao

being in pain or having many injuries litter the expanse of his skin isn't unusual for xiao. he's an adeptus whose sole purpose is to serve rex lapis and protect the citizens of liyue, even if it meant throwing his life away.

even then, sustaining larger, more painful wounds didn't make the adeptus bat an eye. despite how horrible it sounds, xiao is used to it all and takes each hit and laceration that comes his way without blinking an eye.

when karmic debt constantly takes a toll against your health and death is the only solution to reaching true peace, it's hard to care about the state of your own wellbeing.

so imagine xiao's surprise when he shows up at the wangshu inn battered and bruised from dealing with a hoard of monsters and seeing you standing in the yaksha's usual spot, waiting for him with a frown etched into your face.

nimble fingers work deftly against xiao's body, quickly cleaning up the lacerations on the adeptus' chest and the scrapes that cover his arms. xiao releases a hiss from the sting of the medicine and you apologize under your breath.

"i knew you would end up like this." your words come out harsher than you intend to. the adeptus doesn't respond. as long as he was the only casualty to come out of this, as long as the innocent lives of liyuens were protected, as long as you were safe behind the walls of the wangshuu inn, it didn't matter how badly his body was injured.

"i just... i just wished you weren't so careless, xiao." the way your voice breaks doesn't go unheard by the yaksha. his eyes snap forward, but your head is tilted down as your shaky fingers worked their way around xiao's torso. "you're always fighting as if no one cared if you died or disappeared one day."

xiao doesn't get it. he doesn't understand why you care about him so much. a being fated to suffer until his dying days are over, one cursed with karmic debt and forced to carry the burdens of the innocent lives he took in his past.

no one should care about him. a monster with blood on his hands.

but here you are, shedding tears for an adeptus who didn't deserve it. the sole yaksha who is fated to succumb to the sweet embrace of death at any given moment.

and yet, despite knowing he doesn't deserve your gentle touch brushing over his wounds, the young adeptus lifts your face with a gloved finger and brushes away the tears that flow down your cheeks. he longs to continue holding you, to feel your skin against his. you're his temporary solace from the karmic debt that hangs over his heart.

an apology slips past xiao's lips, and you cry harder, calling him 'stupid' for almost dying out there. you bury yourself in his chest and he hugs you, afraid that if he let go, you would be nothing but a dream.

February 22nd, 2022 (2/22/22) falls on a Tuesday, making it 2’s day

WHEN HIS SON TELLS HIM HE HAS A CRUSH !

featuring: Oikawa Tooru, Miya Atsumu, Iwaizumi Hajime, & Sugawara Koushi

warnings: subtle timeskip spoiler in suga's

notes: this is barely proofread so if there's a typo i'll just die gn

ღ OIKAWA is convinced he has all the knowledge a guy needs about love. so, when his son comes home to tell him of a newfound crush, he's over the goddamn moon. you watch as your husband tells him every innocent technique; "you gotta give her flowers!" and "walk her to class!" being among the few. now, though you admit he's rather dramatic, you're confident in his love game—you'd married him, after all. he just needs a slap on the head sometimes.

"so you walk her to class, right?"

the boy nods. "right!"

"then you take her hand," he demonstrates with yours, "and kiss her knuckles like so– ack!"

"or," you ignore your lover's whines as he rubs his head, "you can tell her she's invited to your birthday next week and work from there."

ღ ATSUMU is proud and teary when he hears about his son's crush. "he's growin' into a man!" he cries out, which elicits an eye roll out of you. your husband's patting his back and juicing out every little detail of their interactions at school, much like a gushy school girl. he's laid back but attentive as he listens, and he treats the encounter like your classic guy's night—he's the one giving tips.

"uh huh, and then?"

"i smiled, like this!" your son quirks his lip. "then i waved at her."

atsumu grins, "atta boy!" he ruffled his hair, "but ya know what could've made it better?"

"what?"

"if ya winked," he winks at you, "like how i do to yer mommy."

you look at him, unimpressed. "no dinner for you, 'tsumu."

"what'd i do?!"

your son sighs. "you never learn, dad."

ღ IWAIZUMI is a little confused and secretly alarmed. of course, the last thing he expects to come out of his son's mouth when he picks him up from school is a question about how to handle a crush. it almost would've been better if the boy told him he flunked his math quiz. almost. he wasn't the man for questions like that, but without you here, in the midst of traffic, who was he to not even try?

"well," he tapped on the wheel, "how about you try talking to her more? share your lunch, maybe."

"but i'm shy!"

iwaizumi chuckled. "you're never moving forward like that."

the boy pouts. "i know." a beat passes before he speaks again. "hey dad?"

"yeah?"

"how did you get mom to like you?"

okay. he thinks, ignoring the growing heat of his cheeks. i can work with that.

ღ SUGAWARA isn't unfamiliar with the wonders of childhood, so when his own son comes to him squabbling about a pretty girl at school, he's calm—excited, even. he thinks that all his years of teaching has led to this very moment. he's grinning as he makes dinner, because he's listening to his boy with earnest. definitely ends up teasing him about it later every chance he gets.

the knife hits the cutting board with a dull thump, harmonizing with sugawara's humming. "she really let you borrow her pencil?"

"yeah!" the boy yips and grabs a plate. "she's super nice, dad."

"i'll bet," he adds a careful as his son walks to the dining table. "wanna invite her over for dinner some time?"

the walking stops. "really?"

"yeah," he eyes the boy with a playful glint. "you're so in love."

"am–" the child's face flushed bright. "am not!"

"are too!"

you watch as your lover teases your son with kissy noises, chuckling to yourself from your spot on the doorway.

you'll have to join in on the fun later.

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seeing their coworker flirt with them

feat. Tsukishima, Sakusa, Akaashi

note: not explicitly f!reader but could be perceived as such. also this isn’t really hurt/comfort lol my b

TSUKISHIMA

Tsukishima always loved to tease you whenever you forgot something, joking about how you’d forget to eat if it wasn’t for him.

Well, who’s the one who forgot their lunch at home today? Not you, nope. It was your silly boyfriend. Of course, you were going to bring it to him out of the kindness of your heart. And for the opportunity to tease him back.

Fortunately, the other museum employees were already well acquainted with you, so getting to the employee lounge was a breeze.

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heaven can't help me now

summary: Suna x Reader. dating on a bet but it's ethical

word count: 4.4k

cw: a lot of kissing, cheating (not done to reader or by suna), humor to ??? to angst to ???, no joke this is all over the place, friends to dating the school player on a bet to fake dating to friends to

a/n: shh

“This is the stupidest situation I’ve ever been in,” you say, surveying the mostly-empty early morning grounds of Inarizaki High. The only noises are the breeze rustling through the trees, birds chirping musically, and the grunts of every student athlete running through their morning workout.

“No it’s not,” says your best friend, the demonic entity who put you in this mess.

“No, it’s not,” you agree sadly. “Alright. Let’s get this over with.”

Getting this over with actually entails waiting until the end of the school day, because you don’t want to face the consequences of your actions and would rather hide at home than suffer publicly in school.

One in thirteen people die via vending machine every year, you remind yourself as you approach the contraption warily. You should be so lucky.

Tragically, the vending machine doesn’t kill you; worse, everything goes according to plan. At 3:23 p.m., Suna Rintarō approaches for his pre-practice snack.

I’m gonna throw up, you text your friend. She leaves you on delivered. You hate her.

“Hey,” Suna says your name, effectively cutting off all trains of thought.

“Hi,” you say. You nearly chicken out, but your pride is on the line. You have to do this. You can do this. You are a badass.

“Thanks,” says Suna. Oops. Your mouth clamps shut involuntarily, so you stare mutely at him while he chuckles to himself, focused primarily on scanning the plethora of processed food the machine offers.

About three things you are absolutely positive. First, Suna is a heartbreaker of the highest degree. Second, you are trapped in a dare to prove otherwise. And third, the way his blazer drapes over his frame and he smiles at you like he’s letting you know a secret makes you feel like a dandelion being blown into the blue sky on a sunny summer day.

Like having butterflies, but instead of merely letting them flutter around your innards, you ascend into the weightlessness of fluttering flight.

Fucking insects.

“Funny story,” you say abruptly, making eye contact with Suna. “I was dared to date you. For over three months. I don’t think I was supposed to tell you but it didn’t seem ethical not to on the off chance that you would, y’know, say yes, against all known laws of physics and aviation—”

Suna laughs. His nose scrunches up when he does it, and his eyes nearly close, and the flush on his face is the same shade of pink all the French lovers wrote about, probably. You bounce on your toes in agitation.

“I know it sounds like a joke but I just really need you to give an answer so I can report back because if I don’t ask you they threatened to dye my cat purple.”

“Isn’t your cat black?”

“I have two cats,” you say. “I knew I shouldn’t have defended you. Asshole.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he waves it off. “Let’s do it. Could be fun.”

“Are you joking?” It’s your turn to laugh.

“No,” he says simply, stepping just into your personal space so he can reach out and brush a piece of your hair back. “Not even a little.”

“Excuse me a moment,” you say, and turn your back to him to message FUCK in the groupchat with unsteady fingers. You are all too aware of his sharp eyes watching over your shoulder while you type the four-letter word three times until it’s spelled correctly. You tuck your phone back into your pocket and face him again with squared shoulders. “Cool. Sweet. Should we shake on it?”

He stretches out his hand. You take it, gripping it firmly to indicate that you will be a reliable and firm business partner.

“Is there money on this?”

“5000 yen from six people each if we last through the three month mark,” you say seriously. “I can give you fifteen percent of the winnings.”

“Fifty percent.”

“Twenty.”

“Thirty,” he says, and you shrug. “But I’m still gonna call it off if I get bored, just so you know.”

“Oh, I know,” you say. You’re still holding his hand.

He changes his grip so your fingertips are barely touching, drawing your hand up to brush a kiss over the knuckles. You want to punch him in the mouth a little bit. It’s not right for someone to be so romantic in an entirely unromantic situation. It’s confusing and upsetting.

“Signed and sealed,” he says. “Walk home with me on Friday, okay?”

Friday goes well. At first, you feel clumsy and stupid, your mind entirely consumed by the fact that you’re fake-dating him. Your friends hadn’t bought that he’d said yes (they didn’t know you’d told him about the bet) until he’d interrupted your morning briefing with them the next day, hair endearingly limp from volleyball-induced sweat and grin sharp and wide. He’d slung an arm around you while you shrieked and tried to get out from beneath him, aggravated by his moistness, and he’d finally put an end to your wriggling by spinning you face to face with him, brushing his nose against yours and telling you to be good.

That had shut you up for, like, ten minutes.

It’s easy to fake it around your friends, playing off an inside joke with him that reads as chemistry to outsiders. One on one, though, you panic.

“So...” Suna says, hands in his pockets and posture slouched while you stew in anticipatory embarrassment. “What do you think of Englebert Humperdink?”

“What?”

“What?”

“You’re weird, Suna,” you bump into him purposely, bouncing off with the efficacy of a tennis ball hitting a brick wall.

“I told you to call me Rintarō,” he bumps you back. “And you’re the one being weird.”

“It’s just weird,” you say indignantly. “Don’t you think it’s weird?”

“Well, I’m weird too,” he shrugs. “No big.”

Weirder, it’s like a ton lifts off your shoulders when he says that.

“At least you’re weird cool,” you offer. “People like your weird.”

“I don’t really care, though,” he says. “People like you, they don’t like you, it doesn’t matter. You’re still weird.”

“Are you talking about you or me? Or the ambiguous you?”

He only offers a mysterious smile in response.

Your first date with Suna — Rintarō — is five days of walking home with him plus the weekend later. He picks you up fifteen minutes late, has a toxic green energy drink in hand, and refuses to tell you where he’s taking you no matter how you beg, threaten, or bribe.

It’s a classic: the movie theater. By the time you’ve finished reading all the possible movie titles on show tonight, he’s brandishing two tickets to the latest in a series of corny action flicks, smirking lazily at you.

“I wanted to see the one with the assassin romance,” you say while he pays for movie snacks, mocking you relentlessly for your choice of filler food.

“The one who pays picks the movie,” he sing-songs.

“That’s not a rule. And I could’ve paid.”

“It is for me, and I wouldn’t let you do that, because I’m a gentleman and a great time.”

“You chose a movie with four prequels I haven’t seen. I don’t think you qualify for either of those.” He shrugs.

“The tickets are bought. No choice now.”

You get back at him by making snide comments throughout the movie, pointing out every plot hole and snickering at the saddest scenes.

“You are a demon and I never should have agreed to this,” he points at you once you’ve walked out of the theater.

“Aw, no, baby,” you say, pouting exaggeratedly at him. “Are you breaking up with me?”

“Not a chance,” he laughs. “No fucking way.”

It turns out that being in a couple can be really good for your social life. You get specials at restaurants, so you go out to eat more. You like pissing off your friends with your success, so you invite them to hang out and bring your boyfriend along. You get to know the infamous volleyball team, who are a lot less intimidating when they run around hitting each other with towels than they are on the court.

Sure, the Miyas seem like they’re constantly laughing behind your back, but you can tell they’re bouncing between making fun of Rintarō and of you equally.

“He’s gonna break up with you, ya know?” Says the gray-haired one to you one day, completely unprompted. You blink up at him, caught mid-soup sip.

“Don’t make fun, Samu,” says the blond. “He’s too in loveeeeee to do that.” He tilts his head coquettishly and flutters his fingers around his face. “He told us you’re not like his exes. He actually said that.”

“I think he says that to all his dates,” Osamu muses. “Male manipulator.”

“Male manipulator my ass,” snorts Atsumu. “Yesterday he saw one of his ex-girlfriends and hid behind me until she went away. The man is a simp.”

“Maybe he still has feelings for her,” muses Osamu, staring at you with laser focus. “Does that worry you?”

“No?” You say, then take a loud slurp of soup.

“You’re borin’,” says Atsumu. “Maybe s’why he likes you so much. Bye.”

“Bye,” says Osamu.

“Bye.”

You’re on your fifth date, getting a special two for the price of one taiyaki deal when you actually bump into his ex, standing behind you in line.

“Hi,” she grins at you. “You know he’s a piece of shit, right?”

“Yes,” you say confidently, at the same time Rintarō says her name pleadingly. You sense suddenly that there is history here you don’t want to make light of.

“As long as you’re clear,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it. Her fingertips bite into your skin. You look at Rintarō, surprised he’s not making any smart quips, but the gray shade of his skin tells you everything you need to know about the situation.

“The vibes,” you say, suddenly. “They’re arsenic.”

“What?”

“Rintarō,” you grab his hand and tug on it. “We have to go.”

You pull him out of the line, stumbling as he goes and giving her a small, pathetic wave as you storm away.

He doesn’t regain his color until you’re in your room, sitting on your bed while he drapes himself over your desk chair.

“So is there a reason why your ex makes you catatonic or should I make one up?”

“She’s fine,” Rintarō says hoarsely.

“Yep,” you say. “She killed your childhood horse.”

“What? No, you’re insane. She cheated on me.”

“She cheated on you?” You launch yourself to your feet, suddenly filled with the power of a thousand burning suns to strike her down.

“No, no, no,” he says. “Sit down. Sit down. It was my fault, anyway.”

Rintarō’s not a particularly loud guy, but he sounds so quiet now that you nearly ask him to speak up.

“How can her cheating possibly be your fault?” You arch a brow.

“I wasn’t a good boyfriend,” he says. “I was really, uh, neglectful.” He holds a hand up when you open your mouth. “It was worse than you think. She tried to reason with me a bunch of times and I wouldn’t listen. We had a pretty big fight and didn’t talk for a couple days, and when we were talking again, she had... Well. And then it was over.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that. So, I dunno, I don’t blame her or anything. Plus, I went on a streak of fucking, uh, flings afterwards so I’m not faultless, either.”

“Bullshit, but okay,” you snort. “None of that is grounds for sleeping with someone else as revenge for upsetting her.”

“It wasn’t revenge—”

“It kinda was,” you point out. “And I don’t think you hooking up with a bunch of people after she hit you in the heart with a golf club is really the same thing. If anything, it sounds like you were just... trying to get over her, which isn’t a crime in anyone’s book, really.”

“It wasn’t hooking up,” he protests weakly.

“You’re running out of arguments, Rintarō,” you say. “Anyway. Um. Sorry for being all in your business. Can I get you anything?”

“I don’t know,” he says vaguely, staring into space.

“Okay,” you say, shoulders dropping. “Sounds good to me.”

You spend the next hour with him in near silence. Halfway through, you ask if he wants to sit on the bed with you, which he gladly accepts. The only noise in the room is the sound of the both of you tapping at your phones and occasionally clicking on a video and playing it out loud. You wonder if your parents would be angry that you had a boy in your room if they walked in and saw the two of you doing absolutely nothing.

“Sorry,” you say, just before he leaves. “Again.”

“No, you’re good,” he responds. “It was nice. Really, really nice.”

Impulsively, you hug him. It takes a second for him to unfreeze, but you eventually feel hands patting your back.

“Night,” you say once you’ve pulled back. “Sleep tight.”

“Hope the vampires bite,” he says, smiling toothily at you.

That’s when you become best friends with your boyfriend.

You can recall the nearly physical feeling of the click of things into place, of the way the universe shifted just slightly so you could see so much more clearly. Dates blur into one long Suna session. Suddenly, you find your afternoons consumed with sitting on the bleachers, even if you're not actually watching practice. You no longer need to invite Rintarō to gatherings; he's there when the plans are made. You text incessantly during class and he sits in your desk chair, playing games on his phone, while you ponder your homework, waiting for you to finish so the two of you can binge dramas together.

"This means we probably would've had more fun if we'd watched the assassin romance instead of General Godzilla 5: Part 2," you say snidely.

"Fuck you," he responds eloquently.

He does the dishes for you when your parents ask you to, and you wash his laundry when you visit his house. This must be what it means to be in a partnership. The two of you encounter new problems and adapt, improvise, overcome.

"Have you and Suna... you know? Yet?" Asks one of your friends.

"No," laughs your best friend (the one you're not dating). "Have you two even kissed yet?"

"Yes, of course we have," you answer extremely truthfully. "Excuse me."

Rintarō opens his front door half an hour later. You promptly scream for fifteen straight seconds. He understands.

"We just need to orchestrate a kiss and get more comfortable with PDA," you reason later, sitting cross-legged across from him on your bed. He nods seriously, fingers steepled and expression wise.

"We can do that. Have you ever kissed someone before?" You throw a pillow at him.

"Of course I have. Just because it doesn't turn into schoolwide gossip doesn't mean it's not happening."

"Low blow, but okay."

"Wait," you pause. "Maybe you're right. Not factually, but spiritually. Do you think we should practice?"

"Maybe," you watch him swallow. "Yeah."

You both scoot slowly toward each other, laughing nervously every time the bed creaks.

"So are you..." You start, throat dry. "Um. Am I or are you gonna—"

Ungracefully, his lips land on yours. Your eyes slam shut and you reciprocate enthusiastically, cupping the back of his neck with one hand to brace yourself. Despite the jerky start, you can tell that he's a good kisser, a really good kisser. He sucks hard on your lower lip, drawing a noise you're embarrassed to hear out of your mouth, which prompts him to shift around and put a large hand on your back, kneeling so he has a few inches on you and can pull you closer. You kiss him harder, desperate to drown out the intensity of your own reaction.

Too hard. You think you black out.

When you come to, your hands have migrated into his black hair and he's pulling away from your neck, which you suspect is freshly marked. He stares down at you with wide eyes, and you suspect the expression is mirrored on your face.

"Do you think that was enough practice?" You ask carefully, unsure of what the correct answer is.

"Probably," he says, leaning back. "It'll be fine. Unless you get performance anxiety and drool on my face or something."

"You're so gross."

"You love me."

"Do I?"

You're half-asleep, walking out of your final period of the day when someone pulls you headlong into a dark classroom.

"Don't scream," Rintarō says. You scream. "Exactly. Thank you."

Then he's kissing you, barely brushing his lips against yours, smirking when you pinch his ribs. You chase him, kissing him fully and turning the both of you so that he's up against the wall, his hands loosely gripping your waist while your hands wander to his hair. He tastes sweet-and-sour, like home and like trouble, a contradiction wrapped in black hoodies and burning yellow eyes.

Someone's calling your name. Someone's calling your name, and the lights are on. You blink blearily at your best friend, who's laughing her ass off, and separate slowly from Rintarō. Your lips are wet and you can't seem to catch your breath.

"It's not what it looks like."

"God, imagine if I'd been a teacher," your friend howls and backs out of the classroom, beckoning you to follow. "Oh, the looks you guys gave me..."

"Remy," Rintarō whispers in your ear as he jogs to catch up with you, slinging his bag on. "You're like the rat in Ratatouille. Pulling me around by my hair."

"You are so, so bad at romance," you hiss. "See if I ever do it again."

"I mean, we weren't going to," he says. "But I'd like to."

You punch him lightly in the arm, but your heart's not in it.

Comparatively, PDA isn't hard after that. Your friends make fun of your hickey, which you shift up your collar to hide self-consciously (and which Rintarō pulls down constantly and secretly, for reasons unknown to you), and you hold hands without even thinking about it. You kiss him hello on the cheek and he hugs you goodbye, and you're starting to become hyperaware of the upcoming deadline.

Will everything change the way it did when you asked him to do this crazy, stupid thing with you? Will it all slip away, like a dream you can't quite remember by the time you wake up?

All these worries add up to something worse, you realize, lying in bed staring at the ceiling. You're not quite sure you can make it to the three month mark without wanting everything that's been smoke and mirrors and espionage to be real.

Only two weeks, you tell yourself, checking over your calendar again and again like it'll make the days pass faster. Fourteen days, three hundred thirty six hours, twenty thousand and one hundred sixty minutes. Everything is fine.

He takes you to the movies again.

He buys tickets for a movie from the fifties, buys you your favorite snacks without having to be asked, wraps his arm around you when you shiver from the air-conditioned interior. He likes the seats in the middle, but you nod toward the back.

"Really?" He asks, voice strangely high-pitched. "Oh. Sick."

You don't remember much of the movie.

Your last date with Suna Rintarō ends on the train. The world is a smear of blue and gray in front of you; behind you, arms embracing you almost too loosely is him. You turn your head to speak into his ear.

"It's been good," you tell him. "Happy three months."

"Happy three months," he repeats, the words nearly foreign in his mouth. "And one day. We're gonna be rich."

"And one day," you smile, and reach for his hand, his bony fingers cold to the touch. "Should we stage a big breakup?"

"I've had enough of big breakups for a lifetime," he laughs. "But if you want to, let's do it. Could be fun."

"No, it's okay," you shrug. "They're gonna know we gamed them, anyway. No need to lay it on anymore."

"Yeah," he replies. "Does that mean this is it?"

The conductor announces your stop, one neighborhood before his.

"I guess so," you feel strangely light, a little out of body. "See you tomorrow, Rintarō."

You should kiss him, maybe. Something dramatic should be happening right now; at least an emotional embrace. That's not how the two of you operate, though, and it wasn't anything real, anyway, you try to remind yourself. He won't be losing any sleep over this, so neither should you.

You lick your lips and smile at him, giving a little wave. He lifts a hand, head down while he looks at his phone. You can close the book on your relationship, and it feels just right. The train starts to move, and you turn around and walk home.

This is the stupidest situation he's ever been in, Rintarō thinks to himself.

It's been two weeks since what should have been the easiest breakup of his life, and things don't feel easy.

At first they were: your friends were annoyed but good natured, handing out the money reluctantly but with knowing expressions on their faces. He'd become too much a part of your life to simply pull out, and vice versa, so things had stayed similar.

But he felt so different, and he couldn't figure out why.

"Good one," Atsumu crows when he hears the truth of your relationship. "Really had me fooled. 'Samu, too."

"Was not!"

"Yes, you were. You thought he was playin' a fling again, not us."

"They were playin' their friends!"

"Are we not their friends, too?" Atsumu asks, wounded. "Hey, since Y/N is single now— or always was, whatever, could I—"

"Are you joking? No," Rintarō says. "What kind of question is that?"

"A perfectly valid one," sulks Atsumu. "Hey, mine!" He dives after a stray volleyball, and Rintarō stares after him distractedly.

It's almost metaphorical, the way Atsumu's easily pulled away from the topic of you by the game. Would that happen to Rintarō again? If he put in effort, and he could tell you how he felt— that he was miserable like this, that he'd gotten addicted to the way you tripped over your words because they came out too fast and the way your room smelled entirely like you and to your all-encompassing presence and touch, and he needed it, needed you back the way he'd had you and hadn't even known it— and by some miracle, you accepted, would he take it for granted? Would he ever be good enough for you?

Would he lose even the half of you he held in his palms now?

He's losing his mind, he realizes. Metaphor? In his volleyball? Unlikely.

He casts a longing look at the bleachers, then shakes his head. He needs to get his head in the game.

It's a Saturday night, and he misses you.

hey, he texts you, after forty-five minutes of agonizing deliberation. do u want to watch something? i think there's a ghibli showing at the theater but we can just stream if u want

sorry :( You respond three minutes later. can't.

rip, he sends. You don't answer. He slams his phone facedown on his comforter and lies on his back, his hands shaking. It's not until he rolls over and feels wet fabric against his cheek that he realizes he's been crying.

You feel so distant and only now he knows what he's doing wrong.

Rintarō's fallen in love with you.

"I don't know," you're saying. "I think I prefer the little jelly strawberries."

He can't focus. Every time he's around you, he nearly works up the courage to confess, to spill out every bloody, messy feeling he's had since you broke up and pray that you'll bear with him for it, but he always talks himself out of it. He can love you like this, he tells himself. His emotions aren't any less real for not being validated.

"What do you think? Rintarō?" You're snapping your fingers in front of his face. He hunches his shoulders and leans away.

"I think about your mom," he musters. You peer at him, your face far too close to his. He imagines bonking himself in the head with a thick textbook several times to remain stoic.

"You're being weird."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Walk home with me today."

"Are t— what?" He shrugs. "Okay."

He sits a little straighter. He can make it another few hours. You got this, man, be normal.

He's pretty sure he fails miserably in that regard, but he recalls you looking at him with sparkling eyes and telling him people liked his weird. He hopes you were talking about yourself.

The sky is clear and he's nearly too hot beneath his school blazer. Beside him, your steps are light, taken to the beat of a song he can't hear. Cars honk in the street and dogs bark in their backyards. He bites his lip.

"Is everything okay?" Is somehow the way he chooses to open the topic.

"Yes," you say. "But I don't think it is with you. Tell me." He crosses his arms, then uncrosses them. What is he doing? He's not sure.

"It's really stupid," he says. "Well, not really, I just think it's kind of weird, maybe, and you might not like it. Or me. I guess that's the gist of it. I like you. I think I love you. And it hurts like we broke up for real when we weren't even dating for real. You're a really good friend, and I don't want to lose that, but," he flounders. "If you wanted to try dating, again, for real, I would love to try dating, again, for real, because I think I could... I don't think I did badly, but I want to show you that I can do better." He laughs, quietly, self-deprecatingly, and slows to a stop, turning to face you.

You stare at him, lips parted and brows raised.

In the eternity stretching between the two of you, he feels something inside him crack. It's not a clean break, either. He can feel shards of himself falling to the sidewalk while you look on, his usually icy demeanor revealing the lovesick boy beneath.

You take a deep breath, and he swears he can feel it inflating his own lungs.

"Oh."

+

part two here

THINGS CLASS 1-A BOYS ARE INSECURE ABOUT and how you help them feel better

tiny angst to big comfort, not too distressing

masterlist

warnings: body image, body checking, stretch marks, self bad mouthing LOL, sleepy time writing and not proof read. hope u enjoy!!!

part 2 shiratorizawa vbc

KIRISHIMA

• bby doesn’t like his tum :(((

• he gained a lot of weight as he grew up and most of it was muscle but he has a little pouch and he doesn’t like it one bit

• if he goes to the beach, he’ll always swim with his shirt on, even though he’s a famous hero and is largely thirsted over

• sometimes he just needs to have u near bc he gets a little sad when he thinks about all the other pros u could be with their hard and chiselled and perfect bodies and he doesn’t know why u would ‘settle’ for him ( >:((( )

• which you hate bc there’s nothing you would change about him and you actually think it’s really adorable and he’s the most handsome boy you’ve ever seen and it just makes you so mad

• you try to tell him that you think he’s gorg in every conceivable way

• he’ll take the compliment and it will make him smile but it doesn’t change how he feels in the long run

• funnily enough the thing that gets him to like his belly more is when ur insecure about ur tummy actually!

• he catches you in the mirror pulling back ur top up look at ur stomach and you sigh defeatedly

• homeboy is like 😱😱😱🤨🤨🤨🤬🤬🤬

• he comes up behind you and places his hands on ur waist, rubbing the front sides and telling you how much he loves you in ur ear

•caresses ur belly and really looks at it in the mirror. he thinks it’s so cute, so soft and warm, he thinks the extra pudge is just more surface area to appreciate on you, and he loves ur cute love handles, he likes how they look when he pinches them

• the next time he’s checking himself in the mirror, he lifts up his shirt and looks at his tummy. huh, it’s not so different to urs, he never notices that before. he brought his fingers down to squidge the sides, and they felt like urs.

• this makes him think, if he likes it so much on you, why can’t he like it on himself??? he should be proud he looks even a little bit like you, the great beauty you are to him.

• so, now, whenever he sees the extra fat in his tanks, or feels it against the waits band of his shorts, he just thinks of you and smiles warmly. maybe he was a handsome boy, just like you said

MIDORIYA

• he has a lot of stretch marks actually!

• he built a lot of muscle very quickly so they’re on his arms and his upper back

• doesn’t let them bother him too much he’s pretty happy with his looks i’d say

• but sometimes if he looks at himself too long he’ll see them and he’ll falter a bit, he just wishes his arms were ‘normal’ sometimes but there’s not much he can do

• all you have to do is verbally reassure him

• like if you find out he doesn’t like his stretch marks, you just need to say:

“izuku! be quiet i love ur stretch marks!!”

• he’ll be like :o really?

• and ur like “yeah dumb dumb i think they’re hunky and they’re like free tattoos. plus this skins really smooth there.”

•after that instead of looking away when he catches them in the mirror, he flexes his big arms that he worked so hard for and smiles like this ^U^

KAMINARI

• doesn’t like his nose ???

• you can’t imagine why

• you ask him why when he complains about it while ur getting ready for bed sometimes, sharing a mirror

• he’s like “it’s too ... pointy”

• what ever the fuck that means

• you slowly start to try and help him feel a little better by kissing the tip of his nose a lot instead of his cheek or his forehead

• it’s not scientific but u hope a bit of extra a attention will help

• it does make his heart warm, and he decides if u like his nose so much, he’ll try to see things your way from now on

• he wants to be more confident not just for himself but for you too. a big chunk is for himself too tho

• cherry on top is when ur watching a movie and the hottest guy in the whole thing comes on screen and u absentmindedly go “that guy has the exact same nose as you” as u play with his hair with his head in ur lap

• he holds onto that compliment til the end of time

IIDA

• his glasses :(((

• wishes he could look more like his brother, but he can’t wear contacts bc he has sensitive eyes

•feels embarrassed putting them on in the morning, feels like a dingus wearing them sometimes (break my heart why don’t you)

• let’s just say it’s before you get together

• thinks they could hinder his chances with you too

• That is until,,,, he hears you chatting away with Mina about your ideal man

•”hmm i’m not sure.. i like nerdy guys tho, like smart, trust worthy, all that. can’t say i’m not partial to a man in glasses either.”

•his cheeks had never been redder

• he had gone to find you to ask you a question about a project you were doing together, but it didn’t seem to matter anymore, which was admittedly not very nerdy of him

•all he could think about is that he’s ur type, he’s ur type, he’s ur type

• all worries about his glasses disappear, or are brushed aside soon after they appear after that incident

heya gang, this was fun to do, let me know if u want a part 2 with more characters, although it’s hard trying to not make them repetitive. replies and reblogs appreciated!!! bye love u bye!!!

꒰ IN ANOTHER LIFE PT.2 ꒱

or in other words, the role you’d play in his and someone else’s love story…

↳ note ⨾ repost! <3 ↳ genre ⨾ angst/kinda fluff? ↳ parts ⨾ one :: two ↳ feat ⨾ oikawa, iwaizumi, tsukishima, kuroo, atsumu, osamu, bokuto, akaashi, daichi, kageyama, sakusa

ʚ OIKAWA ɞ ── the best friend

you’re alone in your room when you hear a knock at the door. it’d been days alone without your best friend and although the quiet was somewhat peaceful for you to get work done, it was more suffocating than anything. you weren’t expecting any visitors, so with furrowed brows and slight hesitance, you reach for the doorknob. pulling it open, you’re somewhat surprised at the sight. oikawa raises his head, staring into your eyes with every emotion you’ve been yearning to see since that girl entered his life. i’m sorry, he apologizes, pulling you into his arms and holding you close to his chest. i was so dumb he repeats and you can’t really understand why he’s giving you that last comment until he finishes, i’m so dumb for not noticing.

ʚ IWAIZUMI ɞ ── the villain

you step back from chasing him. it’s obvious that no one wants the two of you to be together given the circumstances of this wretched love triangle. were you even allowed to call it that? you’re probably only seen as a friend to him…especially since his childhood friend seems to have such a special place in his heart. he doesn’t quite read the signs though, because as soon as you give up and he notices the lack of your presence, he finds you after class and stands before you with eyes of concern. he knows you’ve been avoiding him for a reason and frankly, he doesn’t like it. so when you come clean about what everyone says around you, he frowns and takes your hands in his. i don’t care what everyone else wants to think. i like you and that’s what matters.

ʚ TSUKISHIMA ɞ ── the one who was too late

you take a step back from him soon after you learn about his relationship. he doesn’t notice at first. how could he? he has his sights on someone else, someone more significant. someone who had the confidence to confess to him at least. yeah, he knew about your little crush on him. but being that you were going to do nothing about it, he shouldn’t pretend to care either. so why was the lack of you bothering him so much? he starts looking for you around the halls, maybe near your locker or talking to a classmate. but it appears as though you completely disappeared. were your schedules so incompatible that you made an extra effort to see him? he should’ve noticed that you were showing you cared, albeit no words were said. he comes to the conclusion that he was the coward, the one lacking the confidence to tell you how much he appreciated you. he gives the girl an apologetic frown to the girl he’d been seeing who waves him off with a smile saying, i thought i sensed something between you two. go to her. so he does.

ʚ KUROO ɞ ── the ex

he scrolls through his own feed, a feeling of phoniness rising through him. the kuroo in the pictures are smiles galore, an exact reflection of the girl beside him in those pictures. but as more time passed, he realizes just how hard he was working to keep a facade up. how did one coffee date become a relationship? sure at the time he thought no harm of it, the two of you were on a break anyway, but now that it’s escalated to something much greater than something casual, the thought of your reaction has been plaguing his mind. he remembers how understanding you were, how hopeful you looked encouraging to take the time he needed while you waited. so there he goes…and then does this? god, he can’t even look at himself. but he has to make it right. which is why he comes clean about everything to the girl he’s currently seeing and then makes his way over to your place, this time with a sense of purpose. he took a break to find what he needed. but time away made him realize that what he needed all along was you.

ʚ ATSUMU ɞ ── the used one

it doesn’t hit him at first. it isn’t until he starts to realize the little things about his day have changed; he waits at his locker for that big smile he grew to adore, he searches through the stands of the volleyball stadium for those bright eyes, yet he doesn’t see them anymore. why should he? you were in his life for one reason only and now that your job was done, he shouldn’t be expecting those sights… when you hear about the breakup, you’re shocked, to say the least. you both put so much effort in making the girl notice him and they didn’t even work out? so now not only did it cause your heartbreak, but it was also a waste of time? your question is answered after class when before you can leave, the door is closed shut in front of you. from behind you, atsumu mentally thanks suna for aiding him in his plan. it’s been a while, he says, signature smirk finding its way on his face but one look at his clammy hands shows he’s more nervous than anything. you spin around to face the boy and wait for his next words. can we talk?

ʚ OSAMU ɞ ── the rebound

the cycle soon begins again…the distrust, constant frustration and arguments. it isn’t until he shouts y/n would’ve never done this! that he realizes just how badly he fucked up. so with a final goodbye, – he reiterates final because he’s sure he’ll never fall into the same empty void again – he leaves his former ex girlfriend and walks straight to your apartment. he doesn’t expect you to take him back, why should you? he treated you like you meant nothing after everything you’ve gone through… but it never hurt to try. so that’s why he’s kneeling at the foot of your door, begging for everything you had to forgive him. he’s sorry and you know it. he spews out numerous apologies and with a heavy heart, you invite him inside for some coffee.

ʚ BOKUTO ɞ ── the matchmaker

your stomach twists at the grin bokuto sports when you ask him to meet you at the diner after his practice. you’re sure it’s a platonic smile, how could it not be? the plan was simple, get the two to meet unknowingly, without you, and just watch their story unfold. you could scoff at the hallmark-ness of the situation. as the evening passes, you’re stuck in your room, nervously biting your nails as a dreaded feeling fills your stomach. if things go as planned, your friend will have a boyfriend…god, why can’t you feel happy for her? the next day comes and you’re still in mystery about what happened the night prior since your friend never messaged you like she said she would. you greet her in school and with a sad smile, she motions over to the captain on the other side of the hallway. he’s got something to tell you, she says and laughs when you stare in worry. don’t worry, i kind of figured it out…i’ll be fine. full of confusion, you walk over to bokuto and at your appearance, he sends a wary smile. y/n, you got a second?

ʚ AKAASHI ɞ── the second choice

awh, i’m sorry i was paired with someone else already, your friend says sadly when akaashi asked to be her partner for a project. you and y/n can be partners! you avoid his glance because you’re far too tired to see the look of disappointment that probably flashed in his eyes. akaashi agrees to be your partner and the two of you meet in the library for the next few days. it’d been a while since he spoke directly to you and he can’t help but feel bad. how come he never realized how smart and caring you were sooner? he finds himself gazing at you as you nervously chew your lip, deep concentration written on your face as you work and looking over at you in class during lessons. he mentions hanging out with you more often following your project and with a stiff nod, you accept. he’s observant though and asks about your look of discomfort. and then there you are, admitting your inferiority complex when standing next to your best friend and akaashi feels his heart sink. i’m sorry if i ever made you feel that way. you’re worth way more than that and i’d like to show you that, if you’d let me.

ʚ DAICHI ɞ ── the friendzoned

he can’t help but feel that there’s something wrong. you’re not as active while participating in conversations with him; you give mere head nods with a smile never reaching your eyes. he doesn’t know what’d wrong until sugawara has to break the news to him. she likes you, you dummy. i think she’s giving up on her feelings for you so that’s why she’s keeping her distance. the words echo in his mind for the following few days, guilt building up in his stomach. was he really blind to your feelings for him? he sure liked using the friend card on you and never did it occur to him that it probably hurt to hear those words again and again. now that he knows, though, he can’t seem to fight the blush on his face. he was never aware when someone liked him so you being his first? what did you even like about him? was he sweating? did he look weird? god, how weird you suddenly made him feel. it isn’t until one day you ask him if he’s alright because he’s looking rather…constipated, that he blurts out you’re making me feel weird! you open and close your mouth a few times, looking away so he can’t see the disappointment in your eyes. wait, wait, that’s not what i meant. i meant it like, looking at you makes me feel weird? no, that’s not right either. look, suga told me you liked me and since then, i also might feel something for you.

ʚ KAGEYAMA ɞ── the neighbor

you’re kidding, you think with a frown. why did today out of all be the day your mother invites the neighbors for a meal? so, kageyama ends up in the seat in front of you, fiddling with his utensils and avoiding all eye contact with you. yep, it’s awkward because it’s been so long. your mothers gush about how much the two of you have grown since you were little and take a trip down memory lane, spewing whatever childhood stories of you both that they can remember. by the end of dinner while you and him wash the dishes, most of the tension seemed to subside. so girlfriend, huh? you can’t help but blurt. kageyama profusely shakes his head. nah, nah, that didn’t work out… he mumbles, looking back up. you? with a scoff, you shake your head. kageyama rubs the back of his neck, pausing from drying the dishes. it’s really nice to see you, by the way. maybe we could see each other more often?

ʚ SAKUSA ɞ ── the rival

part of you curses the universe for making you realize your feelings toward him so late and ultimately, too late. you couldn’t even find it within yourself to participate in your usual competition. having to look at those deep frowns and listen to those insults you usually had a rock hard shield for? hits different when you like the person doing all that…even following his and his girlfriend’s eventual breakup, you couldn’t face him. in class, he hides his chin in his sweater, looking over at you ever so often, wondering why on earth you weren’t in his face, waving around another perfectly scored exam. hey, he mutters after class, looking down at you flatly. you, recognizing the voice, shrink down in your seat, bracing for the impact of whatever rude words he has for you. what’s wrong? you quickly blurt that nothing’s wrong but he can see right through you and asks again. feeling overwhelmed with how stern his expression in, you blurt out in a quick breath that you can’t find it within yourself to bother him anymore because you feel something for him. you slap a hand over your mouth in horror at your confession. but he doesn’t sneer like you thought he would. his shoulders relax and with a light sigh, he mutters, you had me worried that something was actually wrong, dummy.

[Shoto Todoroki x Sick!Reader]~Princess

A/n-As Requested by @astralmysteria, this is Todoroki taking care of his s/o who is sick. To backtrack, you have been in serious heat frustration with this unbreakable fever. No matter what you did you couldn’t get it to break.

You felt miserable, you were sitting in your dorm room under a very very thin sheet to try and keep your body from getting any hotter. Seems that there’s a sickness going around U.A, and you were the next lucky victim to fall ill. According to your friends Mina and Uraraka, it was apparently Aizawa who had started this unfortunate chain of events. You must admit, you were very surprised when you found out this news and that’s only because Aizawa always looked so tired that you never would have figured out he was sick. Very unethically smart you thought. 

It was mid-morning on a Wednesday as you coughed up your lungs for the time you could no longer count. You felt bad missing valuable training time and academic classes; you knew you were gonna be behind the longer you missed. All your friends knew you were sick, your teachers knew you were sick, but Todoroki didn’t…You knew it was wrong to keep something as important as your health from your own boyfriend, but you didn’t want to waste his time taking care of you when he could become a pro-hero someday. In order to do that, he had to live up to his fathers expectations even if you were against that whole idea. 

For the last 2 painful nights you had been bedridden and trying the best you could to fall asleep. The extreme heat given off by the fever was enabling you from doing that. It was more than just a fever however. There was also your standard cold symptoms which projected worse than a normal cold. That was because of your mind-reading quirk. The downside of this quirk was major headaches and heavy-hitting symptoms when you got sick. You rarely got sick but this is what happens when you did. 

You laid on the side of the bed under the thin sheet you were covered with. As you laid there with the most painful headache ever, you hear a soft voice at your door, fallowed by a soft knock. You didn’t say a word. 

“When were you gonna tell me that you weren’t feeling well?” That voice belonged to your boyfriend, none other than Shoto Todoroki. 

“Hmmm, how’d you find out?” You groaned, not making eye contact with him. 

“I got suspicious after you didn’t show up for 2 days, and Mina wasn’t so quiet..” he giggled softly. 

“Sorry, you have more important things to do than watch your s/o be sick” you coughed, feeling a pulse from your smashing headache. 

“Don’ say that, you’re important to me and I love you very much” he smiled, walking towards your bed with a grocery bag. 

“I didn’t want to be a burden, so I didn’t tell you” your voice quivered. 

“You are never a burden, I know I like doing things alone, but I love you” he said, sitting on the bed beside you. His hand resting on yours. 

“Okay..” you croaked, looking at your boyfriend with sleep-deprived eyes. 

When Shoto looked at your weak and fragile body, he set the bag on the floor and climbed in bed with you. “Move over” he whispered. 

“Shoto?…” you questioned, feeling burning in your eyes. 

“You’re burning up, how long have you had a fever?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your very heated body. 

“Counting today…3″ you paused, with a heavy sigh. 

“3 days???” Shoto said, with a shocked expression. Worry soon spread throughout his face. 

As Shoto’s arms remained tightly around your body, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief and safety as his presence soothed the painful feelings you felt. To make things better, Shoto began rubbing your back and massaging your head. He could tell you had a headache and wanted to do anything for the person he loved. As you were starting to fall asleep, you could feel a cold sensation spread around you. 

“I’m using the cold side of my quirk to lower your fever, you should of told me sooner but I’m not mad” you heard Todoroki whisper, knowing you were about to fall asleep. 

“Thanks for everything, I appreciate it” you managed to say, in between a yawn. 

“You’re my princess for a reason, I will always love you till the end of time” Todoroki said, planting a soft kiss on your already cooler forehead. 

Shoto Todoroki x F! Reader. (Sometimes we just need a little reinsurance)

Fluff, Comfort, Fluffy February, Short Ramble

Try Again

"Do you like me?" You muttered against his rising chest. Shoto pulled his attention away from the actors on the television. "Yes," He bluntly replied.

"I mean- like- why?" You sat up, straddling his lap. Shoto sighed, his fingers brushing over your plush thighs. Shoto adjusted himself up on the headboard.

His hand cupped your cheek before bringing your lips close to his. Shoto's tongue darts over your bottom lip. Your heart overheats, overflowing into the rest of your circulation.

The noise escaping from the TV became blurry static as the kiss consumed your attention. Words that couldn't be said in any language was spelled with each of Shoto's movement. One thumb rubbed your cheek and the other digging into your hip.

The kiss soon slowed, leaving you panting. "I like you" Shoto kissed down your neck. Small purple bruises trail down your shoulder blade and to your wrist. "Everything about you"

Shoto interjected before you could question him. His lips came back up to your neck. "I love you" He wrapped his arms tightly over your body.

It's Shoji but I drew him all fashionistaaa style uwu - Mars Marks

i think bakugou is the type of father to push his kids to be social as soon as they can walk and talk. he was blessed with a little boy that definitely isn’t the loudest or most outspoken, would rather cling to his leg and hide when faced with other people. he never thought his baby would be… well… such a baby. but one step at a time never hurt anybody.

so it’s after nursery and he’s just doing a quick shop, bending down to his little man to ask, “you know that lady over there, she works here.” he points a finger in the direction of a woman stacking shelves in a polo top. his son nods, eyes wide.

“i need you —politely with your big boy manners— to ask her where the protein powder is.”

now the wide eyes were directed to him, gripping onto two of katsuki’s big fingers as he rises to his full height.

“can you do that for me, little man? i’m not sure where it is.”

and his son stares at him stunned, the shape of his eyes are yours, with red ruby pupils like his. it looks like he just asked him to shoot a man and bakugou almost wants to laugh before he feels the grip on his fingers tighten. he feels his heart skip a beat.

so he bends down again. “d’you wanna practice?”

and his son nods timidly, placing his other little hand on katsuki’s knee to give his full attention. that’s when he can see himself in his son, maybe you too. the willingness to try even if he’s scared. so going through a few practice sentences, katsuki asks, “y’ready little man?” and a pursed lip nod returns, cheeks all puffed out like yours when you’re determined to do something.

his son practically drags katsuki by his two fingers to the lady crouched stacking shelves and then pauses like he was struck with oh i actually have to do it now.

katsuki nudges him, an upturn of his lip and a raise of his brow, “cmon. like how we practiced.”

with a deep breath, his kid lets go of his hand and splutters, “where’s da pwoteen powda?”

the lady jumps at the sound, turning to face his son whose cheeks are freckled and flushed, eyes glossy and playing with his own hands. he does, however, hold eye contact though. katsuki’s proud of that.

he still pokes his shoulder, “we didn’t practice that! try again.” and then with a half smile, a glimmer in his eye he whispers a sorry to the lady.

then robotically, his son mumbles, “hello, pwease can you tell me where da pwo-teen powda is? pwease?”

the lady chuckles, wiping their hands on their knees, “course i can. is the powder for you?”

katsuki’s son whips his head left to right. “no. for my papa. i’m not allowed it.”

when the lady starts walking to direct the pair to the aisle, katsuki ruffles his sons hair, “good job. proud of you.” and his son gives him the cutest smile, missing a few teeth with a crinkled nose and his chest all puffed out like he just saved the world.

it would also be cute when you go shopping with your son, genuinely wondering where an item is and your son says, “dat lady works here! i can ask dem!” and your eyebrows raise in surprise. “sure, if you wanna.”

and your son does ask, saying please twice and even tacking a grin at the end.

“who taught you that? papa?”

“yes papa did. then he gave me a chocolate cake slice after for being so good at it.”

you giggle, “huh. i see.”

bakugou says he doesn’t do pda but won’t let go of your hand at the Hero gala from the moment you step out of the car and make it onto the red carpet until you’re seated side by side at your table.

in fact, not only does he hold your hand, tightly and intentionally, he brings your hand to his lips intermittently, looking straight at the cameras, as though he wants to make it sufficiently clear that he is taken, smitten by you. and only you.

and he won’t take any pictures alone, not by a long shot - in fact, he would growl at each and every one of these reporters if not for the fact that you enjoy talking to them, introducing him, yourself and your coupledom to the world.

bakugou doesn’t like public displays of affection, but him, in public with you, is affection embodied, and all can see his rare smile is not rare when he is besotted with you.

Bakugou never understood the concept of cute aggression. He’d seen the tiktoks, seen people describe puppies or kittens as so cute they wish they could pop their heads off or squish them to death, but it seemed over the top, even for him. They were just cute; nothing more, nothing less. No squishing or obliterating required. Some people could be so damn dramatic, he thought.

That is, until he started dating you.

It happened one morning after you’d spent the night. He got up early, just as he always did, to go for a run and make breakfast for the two of you. After deciding on what to wear, he turned away from his closet, and his eyes landed on you. You were still sleeping peacefully, your body curled up under his sheets, and face smushed into his pillow. It was then that Bakugou realized what cute aggression really meant.

As he watched you nuzzle even further into his pillow, your lips pulling down in a slight pout as you slept, Bakugou wanted to squeeze you with all his might. You looked so cute that he desired nothing more than to kill you with his bare hands. He wanted to destroy you. It was an irrational, overwhelming feeling with no genuine malice or action behind it. He would never actually do anything to hurt you, of course not, but something in the way you looked so at home in his bed made cute aggression bubble to the surface.

Quelling the urge by clenching and unclenching his fist, Bakugou instead chose the much kinder, more rational course of action: kissing your cheek and letting you sleep. He could always save squeezing the life out of you in a hug for later when he wouldn’t disturb your rest.

atsumu had been quite good at keeping his morale up, one way or another he lifted himself up from the lowest of lows and kept going. he had always wanted to be the backbone of the relationship.

but recently he really didn’t feel up to it… sometimes things just get, well… overwhelming.

practice after practice… day in day out… things were in a constant loop?

things that people comment online, the constant pressure to be outstandingly good in every  match. he couldn’t handle it, being in the limelight was always appealing to him.

the fans, the chanting of his name as he walks out onto the court.

but sometimes even stars need a little break…

crying in the club’s locker room was never top of the to do list for ‘tsumu that day, but after a particularly demanding day with a painful defeat to top it all off, he couldn’t help but let himself go,

he was never a pretty crier.. his nose always went runny and the tips of his ear and his nose turned a bright red… 

hearing the club door open he composed himself a little. when you walked in your soft voice and words of comfort made his heart swell with love.. how did he deserve you? he asked himself that everyday.

nestling his head into your neck he pulled you down onto his lap, he re-assured you that he was completely fine, with you kissing his tears away, your soft breath lapping over his eye lids.

having tough days may be horrible but you and your words of encouragement were always there for him to bring him up when he couldn’t himself. 

just a reminder that your favourite loves everything about you…

everything you’re insecure about is beautiful to them and they will remind you all the time.

whether it’s hip dips, facial hair, moles that don’t look “pretty”, short stubby fingers…

whether you think you’re too “skinny” or too “fat”, whether you think you’re too “tall” or too “short”

all your supposed “imperfections” have never clouded their views of you and they never will

all those tiny things you call “flaws” don’t change what they fell in love with.

𝐛𝐧𝐡𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 ˚⁎⁺˳ . ⊹

katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, izuku midoriya, & hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader a/n: a late happy valentines day ! a new format that has absolutely no consistency at all so enjoy <33

◞♡° KATSUKI BAKUGO ; the one who always shows up in your morning run to the coffee shop he’s caught your eye the first time you came in. its a smaller coffee shop and you’ve been coming here for years, seeing the variety of people come in and out on their morning coffee runs. but he’s stayed. every morning, 7am on the dot, hes in line, getting his daily caffeine. sometimes you come before him, sometimes you come after him, but at some point hes become a part of your daily morning ritual. seeing his spiky ash blond hair, and tall build at the till ordering his hazelnut latte with no whipped cream (you don’t mean to eavesdrop, he just speaks very loudly) has become something you’re looking forward to, a question in your mind as you make your way to the little shop. you’ve built a relationship on passing glances, and fleeting meeting of eyes. maybe one day you’ll build up the courage to say hello, but for now you were content with the slight squeeze in your heart every time you see his bulking frame, and the pause in your breath every time you catch him looking at your way.

◞♡° SHOTO TODOROKI ; the one who’s browsing for books in the same section your fingers brush the spines of the books on the shelf, your head tilted to the side to read all their names and the authors who write them. finally picking out a book, you pluck it out from its space, and flip it over to read the blurb. unsatisfied, you reach to put it back, and you notice a boy, about a metre away looking browsing along the shelves. he’s probably the prettiest person you’ve seen in your life, and you couldn’t help but stare. the boy notices, and looked over at you, and you swear you’ve never moved faster, your head whipping back to look at the various books in front of you. you pick a random book and squeeze it in your hands, your cheeks aflame as you open it up, attempting to busy yourself with the much too pretty stranger standing next to you. your eyes saw words, but you really couldn’t read anything, mind buzzing and skin prickling at the proximity of the stranger. and it didn’t help every time your eyes flitted upwards, you could see his fleeting glances your way.

◞♡° IZUKU MIDORIYA ; the one who sits down next to you on the bus the gentle rumbling of the large bus soothed your eyes closed, and your head felt like it was stuffed full of cotton. all you could really think about was the feeling of finally hitting your head on your fluffy pillow, but it doesn’t seem your eyelids could wait that long. just a moment into your mind buzzing to a quiet, you feel a shuffling next to you, and the thump of a bag next to your feet. you peel open your eyes to see who’s taken up the space next to you, and it was a miracle you didn’t splutter out loud. “hey, sorry i didn’t mean to wake you.” he whispers in apology, eyebrows furrowed in worry. you blink hard, trying to process exactly how handsome this green haired man is.

“no no no, don’t worry about it all.” you breathe, entranced by his jade green eyes and the flush of freckles on his cheeks.

“good.” he smiles, the corner of his eyes crinkling and you didn’t think that your heart could go at a faster rate. you clutch the bag in your lap and look straight ahead, praying your flushed face didn’t betray you. the lights of the city at night sped past you, and you were acutely aware of every movement around you, whether it be the drum of his fingers on his knees, or the slight brush of his large shoulders against your hunched ones. as he takes his leave, hoisting his bag onto his back, he wishes you a good night, and you watch him leave the bus with wonder in your eyes, and parted lips.

◞♡° HITOSHI SHINSOU ; the one in the airport you first notice him in line to immigration. tall and perfectly mussed purple hair, and he’s just somehow commanded your attention, even from across the hall. in fact he was three lines away from you. so you just looked at him, appreciated him, and went on with your day.

the second time you see him is walking towards your gate. The area was sparse of people, with a family of four in the corner and a couple walking along past you. you look up from your phone and notice him walking just in front of you, pulling along his suitcase behind him. your eyebrows shoot up for a moment, and you let out a small breath of laughter to yourself, wondering how rare this must be. he then turns a corner into the bathroom, and you continue along, wondering how far away your gate must be.

the third time you see him is in the coffee shop right across from your gate, as your waiting with your receipt for your name to be called to pick your drink up. tapping your foot, you look at the menu up behind the counter again, taking a more in depth look at the various coffees as you wait. in the corner of your eyes you spot a familiar head of fluffy violet hair, and your mouth visibly dropped open as you fully register who was ordering a coffee. it was the first time you saw him up close, and you were pretty sure your heart stopped for a solid moment. the tired stranger turns around and your eyes immediately dart to the sign behind him, in some sort of attempt to not look like a complete idiot. he saunters over to you (no, not to you idiot he’s just waiting for his coffee as well) and you freeze, heart pumping so hard you were scared it would break through your ribcage and tear through your skin. he stations himself next to you, and pulls out his phone to scroll through. it was kind of insulting to see him so relaxed and for you to feel like you were on the verge of a seizure. but what you didn't know was that he was squeezing his phone tight, peeking up at you through his lashes, waiting for your name to be called just so he could know what it was.