1st "OYA?"

"we are the protagonists of the world" | age: 23 |

[marisolls]

i really like what the casualness of it all entails, with tsukishima kei as a disguise to the most hideous yearning he has of you. even after years of a breakup, he still use your name to test new pens. wear the same shade of green you told him he looks best. follow the same artists and blast it and wonder if you’re still into them. feel the same cologne from nobodys and buy something similar, just enough to make him chase the feeling of being hugged by you. and even if the redness of his cheeks has vanished every after getting drunk and his circle of people have stretched into the unknown pieces you have in him, he claims all these as his, all your habits and all your love as something he’s born into. because who else should carry such a wretched thing if not the very person you’ve chosen to haunt?

what a fool he’s become, acting in his own grief and the only audience is him. and if he ever learns to walk away from the play, part of the music will rot inside him forever.

[bearinlaice]

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everybody here wants you…

the longing reconnection between you and katsuki during an event after he decided his pro hero work was more important. he’s completely vulnerable & surprisingly yearning… for you.

timeskip pro hero bakugo x fem!reader suggestive !!

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time has a way of sanding things down— edges dulled, memories softened, names spoken less often but never truly forgotten. you learned that the hard way. years pass, cities change, people gather titles and reputations and responsibilities, and still there are moments where the past breathes against your neck like it never left. you feel it tonight, standing beneath warm lights and murmured conversation, dressed too elegantly for comfort, surrounded by faces that look at you like they’re trying to decide which version of you they’re allowed to perceive and want.

you’re so used to being perceived, unfortunately, and wanted.

it’s a quiet truth, one you learned to carry without arrogance. eyes linger, hands hover, voices soften when they say your name. there’s something about you— something steady and radiant that draws people in, makes them believe proximity alone is enough to claim you. tonight is no different, laughter spills like champagne, admiration hangs thick in the air. you smile when required, speak when spoken to, glide through the evening like you were trained for it.

and still— you feel him before you see him.

katsuki bakugo doesn’t announce himself. he never has. his presence is a pressure shift, a gravity you register in your chest before your mind can catch up. when you finally turn, it’s like the room rearranges itself around him—noise dimming, colors sharpening, everything else suddenly irrelevant. he looks older than the boy you once knew, broader through the shoulders, confidence worn not like armor but like inevitability. his expression is calm surprisingly in that dangerous way, eyes sharp, mouth set like he’s already decided something and the world just hasn’t caught on yet.

his gaze finds you immediately, it doesn’t wander, doesn’t hesitate, and doesn’t pretend.

it claims.

for a moment, neither of you move. the space between you feels deliberate, charged, stretched thin by years of things unsaid. you think of all the ways you’ve lived without him—how you grew into yourself, how you learned to be desired without being held, how you taught your heart discipline instead of honesty. you think of the last time you stood this close, younger, angrier, too proud to name what lived between you.

katsuki’s eyes soften just slightly, not for anyone else.

only for you.

he crosses the room with unhurried certainty, stopping just close enough that you can feel his warmth but not touch him yet. it’s an old habit, that distance— intimate without being improper. his voice, when he speaks, is lower than you remember, steadier.

“didn’t think you’d be here.”

you tilt your head, “you always say that.”

“yeah,” he replies, gaze never leaving your face. “and you always prove me wrong.”

there’s something almost reverent in the way he looks at you now, like time has taught him patience but not restraint. people nearby glance over, drawn to the shift in energy, to the way his attention locks so completely onto you it borders on indecent. you’re aware of it— the whispers, the curiosity, the silent calculations of who you belong to, who you’ll leave with, who’s allowed to stand this close.

katsuki notices too, and his jaw tightens, “they still starin’,” he mutters, just for you to hear.

you smile faintly, “they always do.”

his eyes darken. “yeah. that’s the problem.”

you should laugh, deflect, remind him that this isn’t his place, that whatever existed between you lives in the past. but the truth settles heavy and warm in your chest— you never stopped wondering what it would be like if he looked at you like this again. not with fire alone, but with something deeper. something chosen.

“walk with me,” he says, already turning.

it’s not a request.

outside, the air is cooler, quieter. city lights blur into something softer, less demanding. you stand beside him, close enough now that your arms nearly brush. katsuki leans against the railing, eyes forward, like he’s giving himself a second to get his words right— something you know has never come easily to him.

“i see the way people look at you,” he says finally. “always have.”

you glance at him. “and?”

“and it pisses me off,” he admits, blunt and honest. “not ’cause they want you—that’s obvious— but ’cause they think they know what that means, what you mean.”

he turns to you then, fully, expression intense but controlled. “they want the idea of you. the way you shine. the way you make ’em feel when you smile at ’em, but they don’t know you.”

your breath catches, your spine stiffening just a little, “you think you do?” you ask quietly.

his answer comes without hesitation, “yeah. i do.”

he steps closer; the space disappears. “i know how quiet you get when you’re overwhelmed. i know the way you hold your breath before you say somethin’ honest. i know how you hate bein’ treated like somethin’ fragile when you’re anythin’ but that.”

his voice lowers, rough with something unguarded. “i know what you need.”

your heart stutters.

“everybody here wants you,” katsuki continues. “i can feel it. see it. hell, they’re probably thinkin’ about it right now.” his mouth curves—not quite a smile. “but they don’t get to have you just ’cause they want you.”

his hand lifts, stopping just short of your waist. a question, a restraint that feels more intimate than touch.

“i’m not here to borrow you,” he says. “i’m here ’cause i never stopped choosin’ you.”

you close your eyes for a moment, letting that truth settle—the years apart, the distance, the longing you taught yourself not to name. when you open them again, he’s still there. steady, waiting.

your hand finds his wrist, grounding. “you always were so arrogant,” you murmur.

he exhales a soft, humorless laugh. “yeah. but i’m not wrong.” —and this time, you don’t let it end there. you draw back just enough to look at him. really look at him. “you left,” you say, voice calm but unguarded. “you decided being the best mattered more than staying.”

his jaw tightens immediately, “i decided bein’ the best was the only way i could ever deserve you,” katsuki snaps—then catches himself, breath sharp. “i wasn’t gonna stand next to you as an extra. not when the whole world was watchin’, not when i knew i could be more.”

you scoff quietly, shaking your head. “you didn’t even ask if i wanted that.”

his eyes flash. “you think i didn’t know you’d wait?”

that lands harder than anger.

“i didn’t want you waitin’,” he continues, voice lower now, controlled but tight. “i wanted to come back untouchable, untouchable enough that no one could look at you and think they had a shot.”

your chest tightens, “so you disappeared.”

“so i worked,” he corrects. “bled for it, earned it.” his gaze drops to you, fierce and intent. “i told myself when i came back, i’d be someone who could stand here and say i’m the best choice, no excuses.”

silence stretches between you.

“you don’t get to decide what i needed,” you say softly. “you don’t get to leave and come back like i was some prize you’d win later.”

his breath hitches—just once, “maybe,” he admits, quieter, “but i came back anyway.”

he doesn’t pull you in right away. that’s the cruelest part.

he stays close—close enough that every breath feels shared— but he still doesn’t rush you. katsuki’s restraint has always been hard-won, earned through scraped knuckles and lessons learned the ugly way. with you, it’s something else entirely, reverence, control. the understanding that whatever this is, it isn’t something he’s allowed to mishandle.

his thumb shifts at your waist, subtle, grounding. like he’s reminding himself you’re real, that this moment isn’t just another thing he wants badly.

“fuck,” he exhales. “you have any idea what you do to me?”

“like you could ruin me if you wanted,” he admits, voice low, stripped of its usual edge. “and you wouldn’t even have to try.”

the words hang heavy between you. his thumb presses in just slightly—anchoring himself, keeping his hands honest, reminding himself this isn’t something he can just take.

katsuki bakugo stands there like a man braced against a tide. the space feels too full of you—your presence settling into him like something familiar and dangerous. he’s loud with everyone else, explosive, impatient. but here, with you this close, he’s quiet in a way that trembles.

“everybody’s always lookin’,” he mutters. “always thinkin’ they’re entitled to you.”

his gaze snaps back to yours. “but they don’t know you.”

he steps closer—slow—until the space between you is gone. your pulse gives you away and your eyes soften with awe. his hands curl at his sides, knuckles flexing like he’s resisting instinct on sheer will alone.

“jus’ say the word,” he murmurs, voice rough with restraint. “and i’ll stay.”

you don’t answer with words. instead, your fingers slide into the front of his jacket, curling into the fabric like it’s the only solid thing left in the world. you pull him in—slow at first, testing, giving him just enough time to realize what you’re doing before the restraint finally snaps. then it’s desperate, uncoordinated, all the space you were carefully keeping between you collapses in an instant.

your mouths collide, not lining up cleanly, teeth knocking, breath spilling everywhere with soft moans following. it’s clumsy in the way only something long-denied can be. heat, relief, frustration—all crashing together at once. his hand comes up instinctively, gripping your waist harder than he probably means to, possibly hard enough to bruise. fingers digging in like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he doesn’t anchor you there.

it’s not graceful, it’s real and sloppy and full of everything you never said.

katsuki doesn’t pull away, not this time.

he moans into your mouth, low and wrecked, and kisses you back like he’s been starving. like he’s done pretending this didn’t live under his skin all these years. his mouth is warm, insistent, chasing yours when you break apart for half a second just to breathe.

outside, everybody here might want you, but katsuki bakugo?

he wants you like it’s always been—loud in his chest, dangerous in its depth, and fiercely, devastatingly real.

you pull him closer, fingers twisting into his collar now, knuckles brushing his throat as your grip tightens. desperation bleeds into every movement—your body remembering him faster than your mind ever could. he meets you there immediately, quick and eager, like he’s been waiting for permission he never really needed.

one of his hands tangle in your hair and the other hand comes up to cradle your face, thumb rough against your jaw as he tilts your mouth to his, controlling the angle, deepening the kiss without asking. when he kisses you like that—thorough, unhurried, devastating—it feels like breathing again after too long underwater. like your lungs finally remember what they’re for.

the tension between you snaps completely. years of unspoken words, of glances held too long and then forced away, unravel all at once.

“fuck,” he growls against your lips, voice thick, wrecked. “i’ve thought about this.” his teeth catch your bottom lip—not enough to hurt, just enough to make you gasp. “every damn night. thinkin’ ’bout how you taste… how you sound when you—”

you whine low in your throat, the sound slipping out before you can stop it. you press up into him, closer, needing more—needing now. “shut up,” you breathe, half-laughing, half-begging. “just—just shut up—”

he snorts softly against your mouth, snickering, something amused and fondness breaking through the heat. “don’t be an ass.”

you kiss him harder in response—punishing, deep, reckless—and he groans into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you. his hand slides from your face to the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair, pulling you in until there’s not even air left between you. it’s messy, breathless, and desperate in the best way.

neither of you pull back.

when he finally does, it’s only to catch his breath. his forehead rests against yours, noses brushing, both of you breathing hard. your hair’s a mess. his collar’s crooked. there’s a faint red mark at his lip where you bit down without realizing.

“you’re still so fuckin’ demandin’,” he mutters, voice hoarse.

you smirk, chest rising and falling too fast. “you still love it, huh?”

his mouth curves—not quite a smile, but close—and the warmth in his eyes says everything his pride won’t let him dress up. “hell yeah,” he admits quietly. “never stopped.”

you shift closer again, hips finding his in a slow, deliberate way that makes his breath hitch sharp. his hands drop to your waist immediately, thumbs pressing in like muscle memory.

“not here,” he murmurs, even as his grip tightens. “not like this.”

you look at him, gaze softening despite the heat still buzzing under your skin. “not here..?”

he scoffs, forehead bumping yours. “‘m not some fuckin’ teenager, makin’ you cum on a dirty roof.” his hand squeezes your hip, grounding and possessive all at once. “when i have you again, it’s gonna be in a damn bed. where i can take my time with you, where you can scream all you want.”

your breath catches despite yourself. “oh?”

“yeah,” he says roughly. “i’m gonna keep you there all weekend. you won’t leave my room for anythin’.”

his thumb brushes your cheek then—slow, careful, almost reverent—and the contrast makes your chest ache. you lean into it without thinking, like it’s instinct, like this is where you’re meant to be.

his eyes never leave yours, “let’s get back, yeah?”

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when you finally make it back inside, you’re both a little disheveled—clothes slightly rumpled, hair mussed, his mouth swollen from you biting down on his lip, your dress torn in one place from how hard he gripped the fabric. but nobody says anything, nobody questions it. they don’t need to.

katsuki bakugo walks back into that room like he owns it, like he knows exactly what he left with, and exactly what he’s going to take home.

and you? you smile at everyone else—soft, polite—and let them believe whatever they want to. let them think you’re the same as you’ve always been—unreachable, untouchable.

because in the end, the truth isn’t theirs to claim. it’s yours and katsuki’s.

you chose each other.

again.

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side note: this been rotting in my drafts for quite a bit,, idek if i like it as much. listening to this song made me think about this…

➥ m.list

[morganwritesfanfic]

how they like to kiss and be kissed - Haikyuu! captains

content and warnings: gn!reader :: married life :: domestic!captains :: fluff :: suggestive undertones :: post-timeskip :: established relationship :: probably ooc :: tiny bit of angst [Kuroo] :: mention/announcement of pregnancy [Daichi] :: afab!reader [Daichi] :: possessive!Daichi :: reader wears lingerie [Ushijima] :: possessive!reader & Daishō :: momma kink [Futakuchi] :: mean!reader [Futakuchi] :: insecure!reader [Terushima]

characters: Oikawa Tooru :: Kita Shinsuke :: Bokuto Kotaro :: Kuroo Tetsuro :: Daichi Sawamura :: Ushijima Wakatoshi :: Daishou Suguru :: Futakushi Kenji :: Iizuna Tsukasa :: Terushima Yuuji :: Meian Shugo

w.c.: 8,1k

a/n: tried to find the gifs that best represent the ideas in my head, most are m/f because it was more fitting to the vibes I was going for, but I also tried to find some good gifs for the masc!readers. all rights to the original owners.

Oikawa Tōru | Aoba Johsai High

Oikawa prefers to give you cheek kisses while holding your body close after a long day of training, always using this as his way of greeting. He does it for two main reasons: firstly, because he thinks its way sweeter to greet you this way than a full-blown kiss; and secondly, because he feels like it replenishes his energy. For him, kissing your soft cheeks after a long day is one of the best things on Earth. If he is awake before you are, he will definitely wake you up by filling your face with the sweetest pecks ever (with a chance of them travelling downward if he knows you have the time for something more than just cuddling).

If asked, Oikawa would say that any kind of kiss is his favourite, as long it is you doing the kissing. In reality, he loves being kissed in his neck or collarbones; especially if it is the highest place you can reach without him bending down. However, be aware that neck kisses do tend to make him horny, even more so if you randomly come up to him during the day and just leave a kiss there. If you do that, don’t expect to be able to simply walk away after pulling a stunt like that, as he will make sure that he gives the attention you clearly need. Considering this, don’t do this in public, as he prefers to keep you all to himself and the privacy of his own home.

“The early morning sun shines through the thin curtains, illuminating the bedroom with soft golden rays, reminding Tōru that, in the haste of last night’s reunion, he had forgotten to close the blinds. But who could blame him, when he had such a beautiful person in his arms after being kept apart for such long and excruciating days? All of it because of the hectic work schedules the both of you maintained, that sometimes forced you to go days or even weeks without being together. This happened more often than you would like, especially when his away games happened on the exact opposite schedule of your work travels, forcing him to go weeks without seeing his love in person and only being able to hear you on the quick calls before bed or see you through pictures taken during the day.

The scene unfolding before him looked exactly like one he had seen in a movie not so long ago, but a hundred times more beautiful: you, sleeping peacefully on his arms, with puffy cheeks and love bites littering your skin. He couldn’t help himself, starting to kiss your soft cheeks and your face as a whole, slowly bringing you back from the dreamland. As you wake up, the feeling of soft pecks being placed in your face makes you smile, coming hand-in-hand with the feeling of love and care that you hold for him.

‘Good morning sweetheart,’ you hear Oikawa say against your hairline, intensifying the feeling that fills your chest. ‘Good morning, my love,’ you answer while placing small kisses against his jaw and neck, drawing a satisfied noise from your husband ‘I want to be woken up like this every morning, please,’ you say against the delicate skin of his neck, basking in the fading scent of his cologne.

‘Whatever your heart desires, my dear. Anything for the love of my life,’ he answers, locking eyes with you and showing that gorgeous smile of his, prettier than the whole sky. Being forced to go so long without seeing each other would never make the feeling that blooms in your chest dwindle, but on the contrary, as each reunion seemed to make your love soar even higher.”

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Kita Shinsuke | Inarizaki High

Kita is the biggest defender of forehead kisses, especially being someone rather shy regarding physical affection. It’s an easier way for him to kiss you if there is someone else close by, as he never wants to leave you feeling unloved by him, even more so if your love language is physical touch. He will always leave a quick kiss on your hairline when you hug, because he is a man of habits after all. When your relationship gets more serious and you start sharing a bed, forehead kisses are the most essential part of the bedtime routine, and Kita will not be sleeping without giving them.

He loves when you give him slow kisses, that kind of kiss that has you smiling during it, with a real possibility of turning into a full make out session very fast if you’re not careful enough. But those kisses are reserved for him and for him only, so if his friends or siblings are anywhere close to you, he will not let it get too far, as he prefers to keep those aspects of his life private (and it’s got nothing to do with the fact that some people would never let him live that down). If someone accidentally walks in you kissing, they will be getting the meanest look he can muster, as he values your privacy above everything else.

“Cooking had always been a pleasant thing to be done, even when you were a teenager, still living with your parents. But right now, being able to cook dinner for you and your husband, in your own kitchen and with him by your side? There is no place in the world you would rather be, even if for some people this moment would feel like labour instead of an enjoyable thing.

As both of you work towards finishing the meal you just prepared and, simultaneously, cleaning the kitchen, there is a warm glow flooding the room and the soft chirping of the cicadas outside, creating an atmosphere that engulfs both of you in a bubble where this moment is the only thing happening. There are no worries about jobs, payments or people that you have been meaning to call back, there is just the two of you and your shared loved and devotion.

Allowing this peace to settle over you, Shin turns off the stove and pulls you in for a hug. As both of you become comfortable in this position, he starts swaying from side to side, which slowly morphs into a slow dance. It’s in this moments of relaxation after a long day that you can fully enjoy each other’s presence and talk about the most personal aspects of your life and relationship. However, in this moment, you allow the silence to take over the moment, with the only sounds being the ones that originate from the outside.

Looking into Shin’s eyes and seeing the absolute love that is present in them, fills you with the need of being even closer to him, and that is what makes you pull him into a slow and languid kiss. The action makes the two of you stop dancing and start simply enjoying the closeness between your bodies, with the languid caress of your tongues stirring a heat deep inside of you, which makes Shin pull you even closer, while guiding you towards the counter at the same time. As you touch the counter, you feel Shin nudging your thighs, prompting you to hop on top of it and allowing him to stand in between your legs, bringing your bodies even closer while never breaking the kiss.”

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Bokuto Kōtarō | Fukurodani Academy

Bokuto has a cute, but slightly weird, preference for nose kisses and considers them the best energiser that is available on the market. He will request them before leaving the house for anything, but they’re the most important part of his pre-game routine. If he’s away on a game or tournament, he will video call you as close to game time as possible, just so that you can send him some nose kisses from wherever you are. When you are in bed, ready to go to sleep or having just woken up, with soft eyes and relaxed muscles, these are the kind of kisses that are exchanged by the two of you. When something upsets Bokuto and gets him on a bad mood, filling his face with kisses and finishing with a nose kiss will make it better. (Bonus points if you give him a playful bite instead of the standard kiss, you will have him laughing in no time).

There are two type of kisses that Bokuto considers his favourites to give, and that varies with the occasion. If you are in public, he will pull you into his side and kiss your temple, especially if he feels that you’re nervous or uncomfortable in that situation, as it’s his way of showing you that he’s by your side, no matter what. But if you are at home and by yourself, he will be either laying on your lap or half on top of you, being the best weighted blanket that there is, just so he can place small kisses in your belly and thighs, especially if you carry some weight in those areas. (He is a big man and some stretch marks or some extra meat are not going to scare him off.)

“Kōtarō had taken you to the gym with him today, even if the weather was insanely hot and humid and all you wanted was to lay around in a cool room. You only went with him because Kou training is an amazing view, which you had the right, and the desire, to see it happen first-hand.

While Kou started setting up for his training, which is catered to his needs as a professional athlete, you went to the loft area of the gym, where the space is more open and there are mats available, to get started on warming up. You do a few stretches, focusing in the areas that feel tighter and staying careful as not to push yourself further than your body will allow you.

As you finished up with your stretches and started making your way down to the main floor, you saw Kou starting his training in front of the mirrors. Considering that the weather is truly too hot for training and it’s the middle of the afternoon, there aren’t many people in the gym. Taking this as a sign, you make your way to where your dear husband is now finishing a set and lean against the bench where he is sitting. ‘Hey beautiful, what brings you here, on this fine summer day?’ you joke, knowing that he loves to flirt as if you haven’t been married for some time already. ‘Hello sweet thing, finished with your warm up already?’ he asks, looking at you through the reflection of the mirror.

‘Yes, decided to stop by and give you a kiss. You will need the energy for the work out, after all,’ you purred, leaning closer to his face. He looks directly at you after hearing that, clearly expecting more than the peck you leave on the tip of his nose. Seeing the confusion on his face, you point to the sign on the wall that clearly states ‘Please, refrain from overly romantic gestures that might make other people uncomfortable.’ He pouts, but simply places a kiss on your temple and starts his next set, after you promise that he will get all the kisses he might want at home.”

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Kuroo Tetsurō | Nekoma High

Kuroo loves teasing you almost as much as he loves you, which means that he will either pretend to kiss you only to end up simply talking to you really close to your face or moving his face to the side so that you end up kissing his cheek instead of his lips. This persona bleeds into his favourite way of kissing you: neck kisses. You could be folding a load of laundry, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time, when suddenly there’s a kiss being plastered in the most sensitive part of your neck. In bed, that becomes even more apparent, with him slotting his face against your neck the whole time you are having sex, including before and after, but only leaving a mark if you allow him.

Even if he wants to keep his cool guy façade in front of his friends and colleagues, Kuroo is a lover boy through and through. His favourite type of kisses? Forehead kisses. Very soft, very loving and fills him with the courage to do almost anything in the world, with some very few exceptions. If he has a big presentation or an important meeting at work, he will ask for more kisses than usual before he leaves, claiming that “I need the extra luck today, love”. When you are out of the house, wether in the market or having dinner at a fancy restaurant, giving him a kiss will make him blush and lose any line of thought, turning your dear husband into a very sweet boy, reminding you of those early dating days.

“You were getting ready for work in your room while Tetsu showered in a rush, being late for work after insisting that you cuddle with him for ‘just five more minutes, love’, that ended up turning into 15 minutes of laying around while you should be getting ready for work. Seeing that he only has 5 minutes before really needing to leave the house so he doesn’t miss the train, you go to the kitchen and finish packing his lunch and checking that everything he usually takes to work is inside his work bag.

As you finish checking his bag, Tetsu comes running down the hallway, grabbing his stuff from the kitchen table and going straight to the door, only stopping to put his shoes and coat on. While that happens, you stay right beside the table, shocked to see him in such a rush, an exact opposite of the man that was in your bed twenty minutes ago. When you see that he’s about to leave, you move closer to the door, planning on giving his goodbye kiss, but Tetsurō is already out of the door before you can even try to kiss him.

You know that wallowing in the ugly feeling that blooms in your chest won’t do you any good, and the logical side of your brain knows that your husband didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, as he was simply in a rush to get to work, especially considering he has an important client meeting. Still, none of this makes you feel better, and you are in a bad mood for the rest of the day, even if you know that you’re being dramatic.

What you failed to consider was that, inside the JVA building, Tetsu was pacing around his office, replaying the moments before he left the house repeatedly in his head. He felt extremely guilty for leaving without giving you a single kiss, especially knowing that he was the one at fault, both for being late and for leaving in such a way. With this feeling gnawing on his chest, he decides that the best way to plead for your forgiveness is in person, so he simply texts you ‘Have a good day at work dear, love you lots <3’.”

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Sawamura Daichi | Karasuno High

Sawamura is a lover in mind and spirit, and this characteristic of his can be seen on every action and decision he takes. A man so full of love, both romantic and platonic, will always make sure that everyone around him feels loved and cared for. This translates very well into his kissing preferences, which turns out to be the classic sign of love between two people: the traditional kiss on the mouth. It can be as shy or as steamy as needed, depending on the occasion and the level of privacy in the moment. If you are in public, and he’s saying hello or goodbye to you, a peck on the lips will suffice. But if it’s date night, and you are looking cuter and hotter than usual, the only kiss that will settle him down enough to make it through is one so passionate that, if you wear makeup, can only happen before you’re fully ready to go out. He also considers it the best kind of kissing because he can pour all of his feeling for you into it, from devotion to jealousy, most things can be expressed through a kiss. He is reserved most of the time, and his affection for you isn't an exception to this rule. However, if he gets jealous because someone said something to you or is looking in a weird way, he will pull you in for a deep kiss in front of them, because he is respectful, but he is also territorial when it comes to you and your relationship.

“You had been married to Daichi for a few years already, having gotten married less than a year after finishing high school. According to him, there was no need to wait to get married when both of you knew that this relationship was your endgame, and you had agreed wholeheartedly. With that, you went to college being Sawamura-san, pursuing your degree while your husband worked hard at the police academy.

Currently, you both had stable careers and lived in a nice apartment, but you still felt as something was lacking from your lives. You knew that Daichi was the oldest out of five children and you had seen him interact with plenty of children before, so you had no concerns of him being good with children or liking them. However, you had never talked about having children of your own, always focusing in your careers and being financially stable.

This is what makes your current predicament so jarring: your IUD was expired, you weren’t using condoms for obvious reasons and you were late. But you weren’t a week late, you were a whole month late. Which left you with two options: either you bought a pharmacy test or you scheduled a doctor’s appointment. After calling the office and finding out that, you would need to wait two more weeks before they could see you, you decided that the pharmacy test was your best choice.

You arrive home a bit earlier than usual, just so you could take the test before Daichi got back. Sprinting to the bathroom, you already thank yourself for drinking so much water through the whole afternoon. As you wait for the results, you hear the dreaded sound of the front door opening, signalling that Daichi is home. ‘Love, are you home already?’ he calls, worry bleeding into his voice, as you’re hardly ever home before him. ‘Yes dear, in the bathroom,’ you answer, knowing that, deep down, there’s no reason to be scared of his reaction. As you hear him approaching, you look at the result on the test.

Positive… You are pregnant…

‘What happened, love? May I come in?’ He’s clearly worried now, but you can’t seem to find the words to answer him at the moment, so you simply pull the door open and throw yourself into his arms. ‘Hey, what is the matter? Are you crying? Is that a pregnancy test in your hand? Love, I’m at a loss here, please talk to me…’

‘Ye-yes, it is. We are parents, Dai,’ you answer, trying to hold back tears ‘I know we never tal…’ you get interrupted halfway through by the most passionate kiss, finally letting all of those emotions free. ‘I am so happy, my love.’”

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Ushijima Wakatoshi | Shiratorizawa Academy

Ushijima is a stoic man and tends to keep to himself when in the presence of people who he doesn’t know very well, but that is a part of his personality that is reserved only for the public eye. In the privacy of your relationship, he is extremely open about his feelings and his thoughts, to the point that you can read him like an open book even if he doesn’t actually say anything. He considers communication the most important pillar of a relationship, and that a small miscommunication can lead to it all crumbling even if there is love from both sides. With that in mind, he will talk to you about PDA so that you two can agree on what feels most comfortable for the both of you, which probably ends up being forehead kisses. Ushijima is a tall man, so it is a place that is easy for him to reach and doesn’t attract an enormous amount of attention to what you are doing. In private, he will make sure to worship you and the ground you walk on, meaning that no part of your body will go without attention. However, the inside of your thighs will be getting the most attention, and he will cover them in love bites constantly.

Ushijima was raised in a household where affection was something rare, only reserved for sparse moments behind closed doors, not exactly something that was present on his daily life, and became even sparser after his parents divorced. Because of his upbringing, he is not used to showing affection in front of other people, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t trying to get used to it, even more so because he would never want you to feel like he is ashamed of you or anything similar to that. However, he is very affectionate in private and wants you to be comfortable enough to reciprocate that energy, especially if you had a similar approach to affection before you got together. Considering that, any kiss that comes from you will be his favourite, as long as you didn’t feel pressured into it, but he does have a slight preference for kisses close to his jawline.

“There is nothing Wakatoshi loves more than spoiling you. He has a refined taste for the finer things in life, particularly when it comes to fashion, and he loves it even more when those items are for you. While some might say he spends far too much of his salary on you, he would completely disagree. He loves you, and that translates into getting you anything you desire, from clothes to shoes to jewellery; you mention it once and, the next time he gifts you something, he will make use of that knowledge. However, there is one thing he will use to surprise you, as he knows you would feel too shy telling him about that kind of desire, and that is lingerie. He will always choose the most delicate silk and the softest lace for those purchases, always prioritising your comfort over anything else.

Today was one of those days, with your husband returning home after a week away and bringing with him one of his traditional gifts. This one came from your favourite brand, the one that made the most perfect lingerie you had haver worn. It was delicate and sexy at the same time, hugging your frame and bringing out your best features.

While your husband showers in the master bathroom, you get changed into the beautiful set he chose this time. It’s a deep royal blue, fully made out of lace, that leaves next to nothing to the imagination. You notice that there is a garter belt in the set but no stockings to pair with them, so you get one from the closet, knowing that it will tie the look together.

As you clip the last stocking in place, Wakatoshi leaves the bathroom and approaches you, with a towel around his waist and droplets of water running down his chiselled chest. When you feel the heat that emanates from his body get close to you, you turn around and drape your arms around his neck at the same time as his hands come to rest in your waist. You use the height difference to your advantage and start laying kisses close to his jawline, knowing that it’s his favourite placement and building a sensual atmosphere in the room, watching for the tell-tale signs of pleasure that make themselves known on his body.

‘We might have been apart from each other longer than we wished for, but just know that I will never leave your side, as I will always live right here’ he says, laying a hand over your heart, easing the worries that try to seep into your head when he is away, turning the sensual moment into something softer and full of emotion.”

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Daishō Suguru | Nohebi Academy

Daishō is man that like to upkeep a certain personality in public, always wanting to be the coolest guy in the room with the hottest partner, which means that he loves showing off, especially in front of people that don’t really know him. He is very needy when it comes to your attention, however, to keep his facade, he has learned to communicate his feelings through a simple look and, in turn, you pretend to be the one asking for a kiss or two. Considering his desire to show you off, any PDA would make him very pleased, but a standard kiss would certainly be his favourite, because it doesn’t leave any space for people to assume what kind of relationship you two have. If you’re uncomfortable with more passionate kisses in public, a peck or a kiss without tongue will make him just as happy as any other kind of kiss, as he doesn’t want you to feel pressured into doing something just to stroke his ego. In those private moments shared between just you, he will fill your face and anywhere he can reach with kisses, as a way of showing his gratitude and devotion to you. If you’re busy with something, that will make it even more interesting for him, especially as he watches you try to squirm away from him. However, if you decide to turn the tables and do the same thing with him, you will have a very pliant Daishō in your hands, as he does love to bask in any kind of affection you give him and will melt into a puddle from the softest kisses.

“If there was a withstanding tradition in your household, it was the Sunday Market one. In the early days of your relationship with Suguru, you two used to go to the market that happened a few streets down from your childhood home, the one where your mother still buys all her produce to this day. However, as your life progressed, you two moved in together and away from the small neighbourhood, having to leave behind the small market that was part of your relationship.

After a few months of living in a new area of the city, you found out that there was a very similar market pretty close to your new apartment, which meant that the tradition could keep going. Because of that, you and your husband were currently heading down the street, in the direction of your favourite place in the neighbourhood. As you enjoyed the view, Suguru was gushing about the new recipe he wanted to try and all the ingredients that he needed for it, talking about how fresh and healthy they were going to be and how nice the dinner you would share later. When your husband suddenly became quiet and stopped walking altogether, your body also came to a halt and looked around, trying to find the reason for the sudden change in attitude from Suguru.

At the other side of the street, was standing a couple you never thought would happen, not even in your weirdest dreams: your old partner, hand-in-hand with Suguru’s ex-girlfriend, Yamaka-san. Sensing that your husband was also shocked about the discovery, you tugged his body closer to yours, as a way of pulling him out of the trance and stop staring at them. As he looks your way, you gently touch his face, making the best kiss me eyes you can muster and hoping that he gets the hint.

Suguru, being the cheeky man he is, clearly had the same idea as you, pulling you even closer and into a searing hot kiss, one that could make even the most cold-hearted person feel the love you two share from a mile away. As you pull away and look back at the other side of the street, you find them gone and a sense of pride fills your chest, all due to the fact that you felt confident enough to show your love in such a public way and to lay your claim on him all over again. It might have been childish to do so in front of someone form your past, but you know that doing such a thing in public matters a lot to him.”

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Futakuchi Kenji | Date Tech High

Futakuchi’s love language is definitely physical touch. He loves hugging, kissing, cuddling and everything else that is included in the package, so it isn’t a surprise when he looks like he is about to beg for a kiss. His usually cocky demeanour gives space to puppy eyes and pouty lips, which leaves no space for arguing. As to which kiss is his favourite, he loves the sweet pecks you leave all over his face, especially as a good luck token or before going to sleep. He feels all of his worries and anxiety leaving his body in the same rate as you leave kisses on his face, especially the ones close to his eyelids, as they’re the most delicate out all of them. He does have a naughtier side to his personality, and with that comes his love for languid kisses. The kind of kiss that leaves you torn between wanting more and not wanting to stop so you can move positions or shed some clothing. He loves to tease you with very slow kisses, pulling back when you try to deepen them just to see if you will run after him.

He is a big believer that affection needs to be reciprocated in the way the person in the receiving end desires. If you two have matching love languages, he is going to think it is awesome and will lather you in kisses. But if you have another way of feeling loved, he will go the extra mile to fulfil your desires and make sure you feel loved and cared for. But, either way, just as he loves being covered in kisses, he loves doing the same for you. He will make sure that he finds your most sensitive spots every time, as he loves having you squirming in his hold, be under or on top of him. He does this not to be mean, but on the contrary, he wants to hear you laugh until you lose your breath and your belly hurts. The moments when he has you laughing in his arms are the best ones in his day, it’s when he feels recharged and free from the weight on his shoulders.

“It was another lazy saturday afternoon in the Futakuchi household, with the blazing summer heat making every movement feel heavy, forcing both you and your husband to stay inside the house. Even with the insane temperatures, Kenji insists on touching you, laying his body on top of yours while you pretend to pay attention to whatever movie is currently playing on the TV.

As you start to overheat with the added body heat on top of you, small pecks start being placed on the side of your face. They start innocent, so you allow Kenji to follow along with his ministrations, even if you both know that he is supposed to being punished right now, thanks to the stunt he pulled a few days ago.

‘You know that I’m not a kid any more, right? I can make this decision by myself, without you meddling in my life. You are not my parent,’ he had said when you tried to give your opinion over a matter that had been bothering for literal weeks already. You two had managed to talk it out and figure a way to solve his dilemma with your help while not taking his autonomy away, as it was never something you planned on doing either way. However, that doesn’t mean you forgot what he said about you not being his parent, considering the things he calls you in bed.

As you feel the kisses start to travel lower, you decide to test a theory you had developed over the day. ‘Is my baby feeling needy today? Does he need me to take care of him?’, as the words leave your mouth, you feel his body melt on top of yours, his erection very evident through the soft fabric of his shorts. As his breath becomes heavier, comes the answer you had been waiting for: ‘Yes momma, need you to touch me, pretty please,’ he says with a whine, his pouty lips and shiny eyes could leave even the strongest person weak at the knees.

You used the opportunity to tease your husband, ‘You want momma to touch you? Is that right baby? But I thought I was your spouse and not your parent.’ Hearing this, he whined and started apologising for what he had said in the heat of the moment, pleading for your forgiveness and downright begging for your touch, which you would never deny him of, as you just wanted to hear him plead and beg for you to touch him for a little while. As a way to end his suffering, you pulled him into a searing kiss, effectively shutting him up and leading to a better place, where he could just be momma’s baby.”

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Iizuna Tsukasa | Itachiyama Institute

Iizuna is a very sweet and loving partner in public and in private, never being shy or ashamed of showing his affection for you in front of his peers and family. He will pull you close and kiss your forehead if he thinks you’re feeling tired or sad. If you run up to him, he will drop anything he is doing and pull you in for a long kiss. When you are in the bathroom, getting ready for bed, he will hug you from behind and leave kisses in your nape. It doesn’t really matter what you are doing or where you are, you will be getting your daily dose of kisses from Iizuna. His friends like to tease him and call him clingy, but he will never deny those accusations, especially because he worships the ground you walk on, so it is simply logical that he is clingy to the love of his life.

In the same way as he loves to shower you with attention, he also loves to be the centre of your attention. He doesn’t really care about the kind of kiss, as long as he is getting them any time he wishes, which it turns out to be all day, every day. Call him a drama queen if you wish, but not getting enough kisses from you will lead to him being in a sour mood for the rest of the day. At the end of the day, if you come home to a cranky husband, all you need to do is hold him close and kiss him until you are both out of breath. That will magically give you your sunny Iizuna back. He will tell everybody that dares to ask that he does not have a favourite kiss, as you are his favourite person and, because of that, anything that you do will be his favourite. But, deep down, you that there is a kind of kiss that will get you anything you want, and that is an earlobe kiss. It is very unconventional, but it will have him folding for you no matter what. If there is a sensitive spot in Iizuna’s body, that will be it. You can visibly see the shivers running through his body the second your breath touches it.

“This all feels like a fever dream. It’s Valentines day, and your husband is taking you to the most sought out restaurant in the entire Tokyo. He only told you the name of the place after you downright begged him, with the excuse that you needed to know so you could choose your outfit for the amazing date night he clearly had planned.

As the weather is still on the colder side, you favour clothes that will keep you warm over the more fashionable options you had on your wardrobe. That does not mean you will look out of place at the restaurant, but simply like a mature adult that knows how to dress accordingly to the weather.

Once you finish getting ready, you head to the bathroom where Tsukasa is making his final touches to his hairstyle. Approaching him from behind, you weave your hands around his waist, pulling him into a warm embrace, and laying your head on his shoulder so you can look at him in the mirror. ‘Looking really good today, husband,’ you whisper in his ear, leaving a small kiss in his earlobe on the process. ‘And you look prettier by the minute, my dear. How is that possible?’ he answers with a shudder, as you just kissed his soft spot.

Just as you go to answer him, he turns around in your hold and pulls you in for a kiss, that slowly transforms into a make out session in the middle of your bathroom. His hands, calloused from playing volleyball, caress your whole body, leaving a burning trail where they pass and making that molten fire in your core stir back to life. In a similar fashion, your hands also roam his body, tracing the hard planes of his chest and the dip of his waist, grabbing every part you could and trying to not leave a single part of him untouched.

When you need to pull apart to be able to breathe again, Tsukasa checks his watch and realises that it is time to leave the house, not wanting to be late to your reservation. With a last peck to your lips, he begins to guide you to the car, with the promise to finish what you started after your date is done and you are both back to the comfort of your home. Even if you can’t wait to be back, you also want to enjoy this night in the fullest.”

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Meian Shūgo | MSBY Black Jackals

Meian has a different view of relationships than most people, as he believes that small affections mean more than the big and showy acts most people do to express their feelings. His love is weaved in the way he always makes your breakfast, or in the way that he always makes sure that you have everything that you need for the day, always setting you up for success. This behaviour also translates into the way he shows affection, with a small kiss to your cheek before you leave for work, a warm hug while you cook or a simple peck placed on the back of your neck while you cuddle in bed before falling asleep. This does not mean that his love for you is small, but on the contrary, he loves you so much that he has the need to break his affection into those little acts during the day, because if they start to pile up in his chest, he fears he might suffocate with too much affection by the end of the day.

Meian adores receiving any kind of kiss, but having his hands, calloused from years of strenuous training and playing volleyball, kissed by your soft lips after a long day of training or a particular hard game will have him feeling like the most loved man on Earth. The pure adoration that you pour into this small act has the ability to bring out the deepest emotions that live inside his chest, and it was in a moment like this that he had the realisation that he either would marry you and live his happy ever after, or he would live a very bitter and regretful life. The first time you did it again after he had this realisation, he jokingly asked you to marry him, and, after you accepted it, he said that your surprise would only be the ring you were getting, because you were already engaged, no matter what society might expect from a proposal.

“Being married to a professional athlete was never the easiest thing in the world, with being forced to be apart for many days at a time, only seeing each other on early mornings and late nights during the season and all the preparation that was involved in maintaining his body in its best condition. But the best part of it all is certainly this: watching him lead his team to the most sought after game of the entire season: the final game of The Cup.

Many years of hard work, since his teenager years, allowed your husband to get closer than ever to his dream, and if things kept moving the way they currently were, he would be able to achieve it tonight: winning The Cup. Sitting on the bleachers alongside the others member’s families, you could sense that everybody had the same feeling as you, especially with the game being 12-9 on its fifth set, favouring the Jackals.

As the game neared its end, a man wearing the team’s jacket approached you and some of the guys’ partners that were sitting close to you, informing that the coach had called all of you to be courtside during the award ceremony, especially those who were married and/or had kids with the players.

As the game comes to an end, the stadium erupts in cheers for the Jackals, celebrating the win at the same time as you and many others make their way to their husbands and boyfriends, who currently are in the middle of the court, commemorating this milestone all together.

The moment that you locked eyes with your husband, everything else came to a stop, as the world seemed to slow down and the people around you became colourful blurs. You both approached each other at the same time, with Shūgo pulling you into the most passionate and emotional kiss you two had ever shared, even more than the ones in your wedding day. This moment might be a milestone in his career, but it was a dream you two shared since the beginnings of your relationship. As the team cheered around you, the fact that they knew your husband was a very private man came to mind, and it made the moment you were living even more special.”

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Terushima Yūji | Johzenji High

Terushima has a tongue piercing, and this fact has been wildly known by every single person that went to high school around the same time as him. What they don’t know is the fact that he only got it pierced after you mentioned that you wanted to find out how it felt to kiss someone that had a piercing while you two where just friends. When you finally started dating, the first thing Terushima asked after your first kiss was “Did you like it? The piercing?”, with that lopsided grin of his. Taking this into consideration, his favourite kind of kiss will always be the ones that have his tongue involved, just so he can use his favourite accessory on his favourite person. That doesn’t mean that kissing you is the only use to the piercing that he can think of, but it’s the most common use he has for it.

Being a softie at heart, means Terushima just loves to be cuddled and pampered, and being showered in your kisses after a long day is everything his heart desires, even more so after spending most of his day on his feet at the salon. His favourite after-dinner activity with you is definitely a work-day debrief, with you sitting with your legs on his lap while he tells you all about how one of his clients is getting married to her friend’s brother while other is getting divorced after his husband found out he had dated a famous guy 20 years ago. You listen to him intently, leaving kisses on his shoulder and arm every now and then, while also providing some very meaningful commentary on all the weird things that happens on others peoples lives and sharing what happened on your work day. One might say it’s not right to talk about others peoples lives, but when your work is deeply attached to listening to other people vent about their personal problems, the line between gossip and telling your partner about your day becomes extremely thin.

“You had always liked dyeing your hair since you were a teenager, and so did Yūji, so it was no surprise that, with him becoming an apprentice hairstylist, your dates would involve retouching your roots every few weeks. It is a very nice way to spend time with your husband, doing something so intimate and in the privacy of your small bathroom, constantly brushing against each other while trying to not stain the entire bathroom with the hair dye or toner you decided to use this time.

Your current predicament was certainly something straight out of a comedy: Yūji sitting on a small stool and with most parts of his hair tied in pigtails so it would stay out of the way, while you stood behind him with a small bowl of dye, trying to understand how exactly you were supposed to apply it without leaving streaks of uncoloured hair or too saturated with dye. Knowing that your husband trusted you to do his hair, something that would affect how his clients perceived him and his ability, left you even more anxious than normal.

Sensing the uneasiness bleeding off of you, he turned around to hug your legs, as it was the place he was able to reach in this position, and looked up to you with the cutest pout and puppy eyes combo you had ever seen someone make. ‘What’s the matter love? You’re doing such a good job,’he said, clearly trying to sooth your nerves. It worked to an extent, removing some of the weight on your shoulders, but not all of it. ‘Am scared of messing it up, don’t want to make you look silly,’ you answered, not meeting his gaze.

‘You’re not going to mess up, love. And even if you did, I could always rock a buzz cut for a few days,’ he said, lightening up the mood with his jokes while also dissolving your worries. ‘Should we cut the chase and just buzz it right now? We could draw some cheetah print to make a statement,’ you joked back, relaxing into his hold and finally looking in his eyes, which made you pause. The pure love and admiration that you saw in his eyes left you emotional, especially for seeing it in such a raw and unfiltered way.

Placing the bowl back on the counter top, you leaned down to kiss him with all your might, trying to show him how much you loved him without using words. By the way he hugged you even tighter and kissed you back with such fervour, you knew that he got your message and was responding on the same intensity. With such amount of emotion taking over both of you, you ended up hugging on the bathroom floor, but there was nowhere on the world you rather be.”

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Another Chance - Katsuki Bakugo

synopsis : A miscarriage seems to break your marriage apart with Katsuki. From recommendation and pressure from friends, the two of you take a small vacation to try and rekindle what was once there. 

TW: angst, fluff, smut, oral sex(f! receving), petnames: baby, blood, descriptions of trauma, unprotected sex, make up sex.

wc: 10k (wow...)

an: This has been on the back burner for a while. I just wanted to write something angsty... anyways, please ignore any misspellings or errors, I just write the stories, not edit them...

You’ve fallen out of rhythm with yourself and others. While the scars stay and remind you of the life you currently live, the reality of it through long nights of phantom pains and tears, you can’t help but feel like you’ve taken the backseat; handed the wheel to someone else. 

The second bedroom of the apartment remains pink with glow stars on the popcorn ceiling that gave way to scars on your husbands already beaten hands, a sacrifice for comfort of the child you failed to give a home to inside yourself. 

It felt like the biggest failure as a woman, unable to house the love you and your husband created with it, a small baby girl not yet done growing delivered too early in a pool of her own blood, or yours, you couldn't differentiate the two when it happened. Neither could Katsuki, a man unfamiliar with his own emotions tending to a broken mother having the title snatched right from her core. 

Since that night you hadn’t shared a single word with your husband, Katsuki. He’d surrounded himself with work, missions, anything to carry the burden of failing his wife away from the forefront of his brain because forgetting didn’t hurt as bad as remembering. Battling his own demons alongside it, he closed himself off, almost completely as if the ring on his finger was nothing but a fabricated lie. 

Four days after that night he heard a knock against the white heavy door to his office at his agency, nearly an hour away from the apartment, not far enough if you asked him. He didn’t recognize the heavy knock, yours were quieter, hesitant, and his assistants were louder, having caught him with his wife too many times to ignore his need for privacy. He looked up from his stack of files, watching two familiar men walk into the room like they’d done it every friday after patrols. 

“Hey,” the blonde one said, hands shoved into his jeans with a look to his face that battled something inside his mind. It almost resembled pity, which pissed Katsuki off because he didn’t need that shit. Especially now that he’d failed his wife and child. 

“Still working?” the other started with his wild red hair, someone from his past that he’d counted on more times than he could count, and was never disappointed. His best friend, Kirishima. “It’s a bit late for more paperwork?”

Katsuki cleared his throat, realizing now that he hadn’t spoken a word since this morning to his assistant after she read him his schedule. “Was on patrol all day.”

“You’ve been doing patrols by yourself for a few days now,” Denki, the blonde one, started, “making budget cuts or something?”

“Fuck off,” Katsuki growled, “I don’t need to because my heroes know exactly what the fuck to do.”

“So why are you working late?” Kirishima prodded, eyes glimmering with something too familiar to him. This had happened once before, right before he proposed to the love of his life. Kirishima came as usual on a friday with Denki, poking and prodding at him all day until Katsuki eventually told them why he’d buried himself in work. Feelings are hard for the pro hero, harder than life itself when it comes to his wife, but hers were something precious to him. But that didn’t mean he didn’t take them for granted sometimes– It happens. 

“Because,” Katsuki answered, quite vaguely as he shuffled a stack of papers to file later. “Why does it even matter to you two?”

Silence fills the space as Kirishima takes a seat at the lonely chair across his wooden desk, the same seat you'd occupy whenever you felt like annoying your head strong husband. Denki stands rooted to the floor, like whatever was about to happen wasn’t something he was fully on board with. 

“I called your wife yesterday,” Kirishima starts, ripping the bandaid off quickly before his best friend can react, “I’m really sorry for your loss…shes worried about you.”

“You think I don't know that?!” Katsuki snaps, like a wire behind his eyes has snapped its connection to reasonability and gone straight to fight or flight. He slams the stack of papers on the desk and only Denki flinches, “You think I don't know that my wife is probably suffering in silence without me because I can't even bring myself to look at her?! FUCK!”

He wasn’t physically aggressive with his anger like he used to be in his teens. But there were moments when it seems that is his only vice, the only way to release whatever is melting his bones to his flesh, leaving him unsupported and helpless in his own body. His fist clashes with the wooden desk, leaving two knuckle sized dents and blood gushing from his skin. 

This wasn’t the life he chose when he was younger and wanted a life of lavish, using his quirk, making a name for himself. If he had to guess then that had to be why his wife, you, was the most sensitive topic of conversation for him. You came into his life by chance and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t afraid that chance would also be the thing that takes you away from him. 

Chance, his biggest fucking problem, the reason he found you on the bathroom floor, broken, a husk of the woman you once were. A miscarige is a chance, that's what the doctor said, and now he was paying the price for thinking he could ever escape those odds. 

“That doesn’t mean you ignore your wife though.” Denki’s words cut through the tension like a knife, taking a logical approach. “Women feel more than men, it's like science or something. So imagine, if this is really getting you down like this, how must she be feeling?” 

“Thank you Denki,” Kirishima nods, thankful his hesitant friend is finally realizing how important this conversation really is to Katsuki. “Its always been the two of you Katsuki, you told me yourself. What’s stopping you, or making you hesitant, to speak with her about it?”

He’d never admit it, but shittyhair had a point. A very big one that he was finally starting to realize, cooling the molten rage and grief into something cold and hard inside his chest. 

With defeat, or grief, Katsuki slumps back in his chair, elbow on the arm of the chair, face in his hand. He’d grown a stubble there, unable to look at himself in the mirror since that night when he’d truly thought he’d failed you as a husband. As a father. 

Both men in front of him share a look before metal scratches against wood. Denki slides a key towards the exhausted blonde, hesitancy from before gone, leaving concern for his friend. “Here. I own a beach house on the southern tip of Haiti, bought it years ago and haven’t been for awhile-”

“Get to the point.”

“-its yours. Well, you can use it. I won’t be going anytime soon, not until I find myself the kind of love you have with her.” Denki stands to his full height, shoving his hands back into his pockets. “I'd go. It's super chill, the locals make the best coconut cocktail you’ll ever taste.” 

Katsuki stares at the key like it personally wronged him. He didn’t need a shitty vacation house to make him feel better, he did just fine at work. He liked going on patrols to clear his mind, when he sat on top of buildings and just sat with himself with nothing but the world below him. Isolation, the very thing he craved when he was a teen. Control, the demon he was starting to adopt when he met you. 

But why not both? Didn’t he have both with you? 

He closed a fist around the metal key, shoving it into his pocket. He’d forgotten how much he loves having both. 

-

You knew something was going to come when Katsuki unlocked the front door three hours before usual on a Friday night, and you hoped it was change. 

Four days spent in hospital after hospital, bloodwork, vitals, medication, pills, drugs. It became a part of you, the big fat failure sign burned into your womb. Emotions weren’t there, buried in the ground beneath your feet and you can't cradle  them. That morning you’d started to notice the once built in condo belly your husband once teased was starting to deflate. Your body was finally accepting the fact you lost your baby, something your brain can’t even start to do. 

The door closes from the front entrance, sounding through the kitchen into the living room where you sit on the couch, fighting medical tape and a piece of cotton from a previous needle from rounds of bloodwork. You glance once footsteps get heavier, closer. He appears into view, hands busy with his tie, stance wide and you realize he’s looking directly at you. 

“Hey.”

You lift your eyes, meeting the same ones owned by a man that held you four days ago like he was afraid you’d disappear. Yesterday, you spoke with his best friend and knew he’d put in a good word for you. “Didn’t think that actually worked.” 

“Shut up..” he murmurs, moving closer and taking his usual seat on the coffee table in front of you. You watch him tug the tie free, tossing it on the seat beside you. It’s the first glimpse of normalcy you’ve seen in what feels like decades. 

His eyes tract the bandage on your arm, instinctively pulling closer to inspect why it’s there. “Hospital?” 

“A few,” you supply softly, “bloodwork, monitoring, questioning— the whole nine yards.”

He lifts his eyes, the closeness sparking a familiar warmth you hadn’t felt in awhile. “You healthy?” 

“Mhm.” You shrug small but his expression has you feeling bad for the attempt at distance. “I’m okay. It’s an oddly natural process, anatomy freaks me out.” 

He lets out a small snort, “that would be physiology, dumbass.” 

“Both,” you can’t help but offer a small smile, “I hate both.” 

“Need help with this?” He asks, changing focus back to the horrificly sticky medical tape on your arm. “They didn’t need to use such a big fucking piece either, damn near cutting off circulation-“

“Go get the supplies,” you offer, hoping to stop a sour mood from forming by protecting his good mood. “Downstairs bathroom.” 

It takes him less than two minutes before he’s back to nursing the morbidly painful tape on your arm with oil and a cloth. A comfortable silence fills the space, one that you aren’t sure you want to pop. But no matter what you try to focus on you can’t get the elephant out of the room without addressing it. 

He beats you to it. “I’m sorry I haven’t really been around lately. I’m a dick, I abandoned you when you needed me most-“

“What the fuck?” 

He pauses, you do too but just a bit, and the room gets too crowded. 

“Huh?” 

“You sound like a written script,” the words punch out of you like they came from your stomach. “Is that how you’re able to face your wife after what happened?” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” 

“Look at me!” You point to the countless needle wounds on your arms from the blood work, the shots, the meds. You’re a walking pharmacy and he’s acting like the miscarriage is the only pain here. “I’m full of holes from doctor's visits you didn't want to be a part of.” 

His hands pause on your arm, “I wanted to be apart of them-“

“But you weren’t.” Your words have a finality to them that makes his shoulders slump. Keeping his eyes low, he works quietly on the medical tape stuck to your skin, leaving the words hanging in the air like a weight heavier than the loss of a premature baby. 

You didn’t know how he was handling it, didn’t know if he felt just as empty and useless as you. Since school where your relationship first bloomed, he had a hard time communicating his emotions. You thought you’d worked on it enough through adulthood until marriage, but now you’re starting to see a set back. He wasn’t talking, not sharing his feelings like usual. 

It only made you feel worse. If you couldn’t be a good mother did that also mean you were a bad wife? The answer should be obvious, but right now it seems too complicated to make sense of. 

It didn’t take long before he massaged the tape off your arm, trashing it in the nearby bin. He cleaned up his mess, quietly without a word to you. Just when you think he’s gone back to his cold, distance, he comes back and settles back on the coffee table in front of you, hands clasped between his legs. 

Thinking. That’s all he was doing, you could see it in the slight furrow of his brow and the soft twitch at the corner of his lip. For a moment you start to wonder if this may be the start of a long, dreadful life full of waiting and eggshells. 

You watch him reach into his pocket and settle a metal key on the cushion beside you where his discarded tie still lays boneless. You look between him and the key, only solidifying your suspicions.

“It's for a beach house. In Haiti.” His eyes meet yours and you can’t make sense of the expression there, a mix of regret and guilt. “I’ll take time off work. How long you want to stay, we’ll stay.” 

“Why?” You ask although the answer seems a bit obvious, however, you want to hear him say it. 

“Because I won’t let this be the end of us. I want to heal us.” 

-

After another round of bloodwork and nearly two weeks after you got the key to a beach house in another country, the doctor cleared you for travel, even insisting on it with a sad little smile. Honestly it was a miracle she didn’t prescribe a vacation herself on special treatment. 

Two days after you were cleared, Katsuki bought plane tickets and you flew out the next night. The flight was long and excruciating, spending nearly thirty hours in the air before arriving on the southern left arm of the island. You arrived in Les Cayes by bus, passing banana trees with a large mountain range behind you as you touched down on La Tourterelle, a popular beach for tourists during tourist seasons. 

The heat carried the weight of a thousand suns, making the hole in your womb seem minuscule to the hot climate that only offers bursts of relief from the ocean breeze. 

You felt bad when Katsuki hauled your two suitcases down an old paved road, muttering something under his breath about a rental. You chose to ignore it, setting your eyes on the beach through thick banana trees. The water seemed to glisten with white glitter, every wave sounding as if you were right by the sea with your toes in the sand instead of sneakers on pavement. 

The walk wasn’t long along the island’s coastline, meeting a hint of brown within the trees that turn less of bananas and more thick with full leaves and shade. A small cabin rests in the center of it, just at the edge of the old road. It’s small, a good sized porch on thick stumps for potential flooding since the island did see earthquakes almost as often as Japan. 

“This place is beautiful,” you hum, following behind him up the stairs. Entering the cabin, the air felt colder and stale, like it’s been years since the structure last saw a familiar face. 

You took the time to explore the cabin while Katsuki found the master and put luggage away. Downstairs was the living room and kitchen, the master room on one side with the bathroom on the other. Upstairs in the loft was a makeshift lounge with a private bar and a pool table. It was obvious this beach house was borrowed, most likely from Denki judging on the WiFi that connected to your phone the second you walked through the door. 

You brushed your hand along the length of the pool table. You didn’t know much about it, just that there used to be one back at UA high in the dorms that Katsuki liked to play. 

You wonder if he still did, with Kirishima and Denki at the bar every Friday. He never did talk about his Friday nights, always too drunk or horny to finish the conversation every time the topic did arrive. 

Like a moth to a flame, you hear footsteps until Katsuki steps on the hardwood planks of the loft. “Everything’s in the closet downstairs, your sandals are by the main entrance and I put the food in the fridge but we should stop somewhere either today or tomorrow.” 

“Do you still play?” You ask, changing topics from meaningless chat. “Pool, you used to all the time.” 

It takes him a second to register the question, eyes flickering to the green felt and oak trim. “Sometimes. Winning every time killed the passion.” 

“Humble,” you tease. 

“Have to be,” he shrugs, flicking the leaf of a nearby houseplant. This place must be managed by someone if there’s thriving houseplants. “I have everything I want.” 

“Dream job,” you hum, gently pushing the white ball to a steady roll before it clacks with the triangle of balls in the middle, “dream car…dream house.” 

“Dream wife.” You barely catch it, his eyes elsewhere before they sense your gaze and meet yours. “Don’t forget that part.” 

Your heart flutters anxiously and it’s the first thing you’ve felt in what feels like forever. The first emotion felt since you buried a piece of your heart and its nerves. Nothing but teenage jitters for a love that seems eternal. 

“Smooth.” You offer a small glimpse of a smile before turning on your heels, heading past him. He stops you before you even get the chance, hand to your waist, pulling you close. Without words, he hugs you tightly to his chest, resting his chin on top of your head. 

You want to push him away, voice the anger you know that’s hidden inside the marrow of your bones. Your body betrays you, melting into his touch like it’s the first and last time you’ll ever get the chance for intimacy this innocent. 

“Can we talk…about it?” 

His chest rumbles against your side at his words and you shake your head before you can even process the words, pulling away from him. 

“No. No, I’m not ready.” 

You can feel the tension rise, the pressure of his eyes against your skin like he’s tearing right through your flesh with words held back by his tongue. If you had to guess, it was taking every ounce of his self control not to just tie you to a chair and demand answers about how you’re feeling. 

It’s hard to talk about emotions you don’t have, so you stay persistent and head back down the stairs. 

A few hours go by and Katsuki goes off on his own for the entirety of it before coming back with a rental jeep and groceries for a week or two. It’s refreshing, knowing he wants to stay as long as you want. 

You set up camp on the beach, cradled to a water bottle on the beach with a black wool blanket to protect the sand from the ocean on your body. You can’t gauge how long you’d been cooking under the sun with the occasional dip in the water, only the warmth of a premature tan on your skin. 

You were enjoying the island, the privacy of the beach without a single soul between you and the sea. It was comforting, the most comfort you’d found worth relishing in since the miscarriage and full schedule of needles and medicine. 

You close the cap on your water bottle, glancing up at the sun that starts to paint the sky pink in a beautiful farewell on the day. It brings peace, the kind of peace you’d been looking for between appointments and wondering what your husband was doing at work. 

Despite being alone, it wasn’t until now that you felt lonely. With your husband just a few steps inside, you couldn’t help but miss him more than you did for those four days where you two didn’t share a word with each other. 

What was he doing? Did he also feel this coldness despite the heat? 

You didn’t know if you were ready to know, you couldn’t exactly process your own thoughts so thinking you could make sense of his right now looked foolish. You’d only upset him, furthermore proving your point that you failed at everything you thought you were good at being: a woman.

With a heavy heart, a heated headache, and half the ocean in your lungs, you pack up your things once the sun finally sets over the horizon. The lights inside the cabin guide you back, every step slow and calculated, like you were counting every single step back towards the topic you’d been avoiding for nearly two weeks. 

You drape the wool blanket over the porch railing, kicking off your sandy sandals outside before walking inside with your water bottle and a black lace pull over Katsuki bought you on your honeymoon almost two years ago. 

The smell of something spicy and sweet lingers the air like thick heat, coating your chilly skin as you venture further into the wooded building. The lights are dimmed, Katsuki over a hot stove with a few pots and pans on burners. 

This was and will always be your favorite sight of your husband, cooking a meal as if he were putting his soul into it, leaving nothing behind. 

You only realize you’ve been staring until he lifts his head and nods his head your way. “Cmere, try the sauce.” 

Such simple demands for a man who carries the weight of a world on his back and makes it look effortless. Your feet carry you closer until you can smell the hint of coconut. “What are you making?” You ask, stopping just a few moments beside him, leaving room for distance— distance he didn’t like, moving just half an inch closer to you with a wooden spoon held out. 

“Coconut shrimp. I think. This old hag gave me a recipe in town when she caught me buying shrimp. Tried to haggle me for it too.” He holds the spoon closer to your lips, “try it.”

You accept the spoon, letting him feed you a small taste. The flavors burst on your palette, coconut, sweet, tangy, everything you didn’t know you needed. Your reaction must show on your face because he cracks a smirk, playing you with those eyes that are too naturally suggestive. 

“You like it.” It’s not a question, but a statement. 

You challenge, “it’s not bad.” 

“You like it,” he restates, “admit it.” 

You shake your head simply for the fun of it, feeling that easy banter fall back into place like the missing puzzle piece of many. The earthquake of your miscarriage had disrupted a few and now it was a matter of when you’d find every piece again. 

“Never.” 

“You little shit,” he murmurs, taking a small taste for himself. “It’s fucking phenomenal.” 

“It really is,” you finally admit, albeit under your breath as you steal a fried shrimp from a basket, dipping it into the sauce and popping it straight into your mouth. He chuckles at the action, not surprised by your quickness, only this time he’s letting you get away with it. 

With a clearer head, you move towards the small kitchen island with enough space for three, sitting down in the middle of the two metal chairs. You’re starting to realize that this puzzle can’t be fixed if you don’t at least put a bit of effort into it. 

“How’s work?” You start with a conversation. Ease a bit of the tension around steady conversation. 

“Like normal bullshit that I don’t have the patience for.” He stirs the pan of sauce and shrimp, occasionally checking on the rice. “Nobody knows how to do shit right and I’m left to clean up messes that were easily preventable.” 

“That sounds challenging,” you murmur, chin in your hand. “You’re pretty specific though, in a good way. So it makes sense.” 

“I’m specific?” He asks, tossing a glance over his shoulder. 

You offer a small nod. “Very. In a good way.” 

“How am I specific?” 

“Hmm,” you search your memories for a quick example. “Well, for starters you like to do the cooking-“

“You’re a shitty cook.” Plates clink with utensils. You throw out a small gasp. 

“Okay…but you also critique my work when I fold the towels-“ 

“You’re a shitty folder.” 

And a shitty excuse for a woman. But you don’t say that. 

“Katsuki.” 

A plate of coconut shrimp and rice slides your way along with a spoon. Your eyes lift, meeting his parallel to you as he leans his elbows on the other side of the counter, his own plate in front of him. 

“Go on.” 

Once out of your momentary pause, a sigh leaves your lungs. “You always sit on my left.”

It’s his turn to pause, jaw going still before he swallows. “It’s your blind spot.” 

“I’m not a car.” 

“Snore like one-“

“Katsuki!” 

For the first time in a while, you and Katsuki share your first laugh again. It’s light, full of years of pointless arguments back when they still seemed so big and real, now nothing but playful banter between the two of you. And it’s so fucking refreshing. 

You watch him shake his head, scooping another spoonful of shrimp and rice into his spoon. “I don’t think I’m specific. I think I just like shit done right.” 

“Well your right could be someone else’s wrong,” you point out with your spoon, “you don’t know what kinds of morals people have and which ones they respect most.” 

Your words seem to settle inside his mind because he’s silent for awhile, the kind of silence that leaves you wondering how he’ll respond. 

“How do I know who will respect me and who won’t then,” he murmurs. He’s opening up to you, asking for advice like your words might actually matter. 

“You can’t.” His furrowed eyebrows egg you on to elaborate. “If you could gauge or see what kind of person someone is then what would be the point in getting to know someone?” 

“I’m not trying to make friends with those bastards working under me.” 

You shrug, “maybe you should.” 

He seems to have a hard time with your advice because he does that thing where can read the hesitation on his face. Like you’d been doing for years, your hand cups the underside of his jaw and silently take in the blonde stubble there. “Hey. I’m not trying to say what you’re doing isn’t productive, it’s worked this far, right? I’m just giving my own thoughts.”

“I value your thoughts.” His hand cups around your wrist but he doesn’t move your hand, thumb brushing the inside of your wrist. 

“You do?”

“Don’t be stupid. You know I do.” 

You didn’t until just now, but telling him wouldn’t hold value. Nothing would, not when you’ve already shown you aren’t much of a wife than you are a mother. 

You pull your hand away like his face burned to touch, feeling yourself retreat back into yourself. No matter what, you couldn’t shake the dread hanging over your head like a corpse. You wish he could see who you really were, it would make things a lot easier for him at least. 

The clocks are ticking on your marriage and you’re starting to wonder if maybe it’s too late to salvage what it once was. 

-

Katsuki slept alone on the couch the first night, feeling like he’d taken two steps back rather than forward. Like a stick in the mud, his marriage is still at a stand still and he has no idea how to begin to fix it. 

Last night, your words and actions affected him deeper than he’d care to admit. You’d grown wiser, harder around the edges. He’d like to think you were finally starting to get your head on straight, but he knew this side of you was too new for him. Too different from the immature woman he fell in love with. 

He couldn’t help but feel like he was fighting fate itself. The thought brushed the tip of his head, was this what destroys his marriage? 

He didn’t want to think like that. His parents had issues and they worked through them, nothing was unfixable, his mothers motto when it comes to relationships like navigating choppy waters. 

He sifted through memories of her relationship advice as he made coffee, the middle of his brain snagging one to replay as he listens to the brew of coffee. 

He sat at the table for dinner, already fuming with another shitty emotion he didn’t know how to process in his fucked up brain. Love, the kind of thing his dad always talked about when he was a child. 

It was a bunch of bullshit, love. He couldn’t make sense of it, how could something so filled with mindless arguments be anything close to the kind of love his father couldn’t shut the fuck up about? 

“You look like you need to shit.” He lifts his eyes, meeting the face of his mother where he gets most of his complexion from. Her hands are in a cardboard box, tending to a broken plate that she’s trying to salvage instead of tossing. 

“Shut up, hag.” 

“Katsuki!” Her anger is only a facade because a soft laughs leaves her, shaking her head in mild affection for her son with the tongue of her father. “Just tell me what’s wrong. I am a mother, I could help.” 

“Like you could ever help,” he mutters, but even the words don’t sound too convincing. 

“Try me.” 

With a reluctant groan, he rests his chin in his hand. “It’s her. It seems like all we ever do now is fight about stupid, little shit that doesn’t even make sense. Fuck, I don’t want this relationship if fighting is all we’re going to do.” 

The last part is only half true, he just hopes his mother doesn’t catch on to it. 

“Ahh,” a soft smile materializes on her face, “young love. I remember those days, hormonal and emotional all in one.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Take this plate for example—“ she points to the broken plate now put back together with white grout, “—while it might still be broken, I’ve changed it into a cute wall decoration.”

“I don’t think-“

“Shut up.” She fires a glare his way and he reluctantly goes quiet. “Think of your relationship with her like this plate. While you may always fight, shattering your relationship with every argument, you also have the power to transform it into something beautiful. Love is about balance, it’s going to get hard. You just have to know what to do when it does.” 

“So then what do I do?”

“I just told you.” 

“No you didn’t-“

“Do your homework, ungrateful little shit.” 

His thoughts end with the sound of the coffee machine shutting off. He remembers being so lost after his mother told him that, it took weeks before he realized he could just talk to you about his annoyances and you’d listen. 

That was the first time he learned how to resolve issues with you, only now, the issue isn’t as small as the others. He’s battling grief without any knowledge how to handle it. Should he be gentle? Harsh? He wish he knew. 

Pouring a cup of coffee, he makes it just how you like and heads for the master. With a soft knock, he opens the door to find the sunrise already making a home on the walls and furniture in the room. You’re in the middle of the bed, laid on your side with a pillow clutched in your embrace. 

The word cute fills his brain but he doesn’t pay attention to it or the blush heating his ears and neck. 

As he approaches his eyes catch a plastic pill case on the bedside and he grabs it. He can’t even count how many pills there are, just that there are a lot and something shifts inside of him. 

He sits on the edge, placing the mug on the table before putting his full attention on you. He hadn’t realized how little he knew about you, your body, how it’s doing after everything. He used to be so in tune with your health, but now he knew absolutely nothing. 

He watches you stir awake, soft moans leaving your lips as your eyes flutter against the sun. Force of habit, he finds his hand moving your hair behind your ear. He nearly melts into the bed when you move into his touch, half asleep and still looking for him despite the choppy waters. All he wants is to curl up behind you and hold you like before, but he knows he has a long way before that. 

“Wake up.” He says it softly with that usual rasp, giving him that hardness around his edges like rocks. You moan in response, slowly rolling on your back with your arms folded over your eyes. 

He knew it was a little early, only an hour after you usually get up, but he wanted to know what the pills were for— learn his wife’s health again.

“Come on baby,” he murmurs, much softer this time with a small rub to your shoulder, “I even made you coffee.” 

The mention of coffee has you sitting right up, messy hair and irritated eyes that still have sleep clinging around your irises. It’s the purest form of yourself, one he hadn’t realized he missed seeing. 

“Coffee?” 

He hands you the mug and you nearly melt into the cup, warmth seeping into your hands. “Thank you.” 

He doesn’t respond, instead, he grabs the pill case and places it on the bedding on your lap. “What are these?” 

You swallow a sip of coffee, feeling it warm you from the inside. “Pills.” 

“No shit.” He grabs the case, opening the small capsule for the day. “But what kind?” 

Another sigh leaves you, softer this time. He’s trying, wants to know about your health, it’s obvious in the way he nervously fiddles with the case, ignoring your gaze. You scotch closer, pointing to each pill as you speak. “These two are vitamins, they were more important when I was losing all the blood but I stopped bleeding two days ago. This tiny one is an antibiotic and this big one is a probiotic so I don’t get a yeast infection— that would be a nightmare.” 

“These pills could make you worse?”

“No no,” you point to the tiny pill again. “Just the antibiotic. It gets rid of all the good bacteria, which is why I counter it with a probiotic to increase the production of the good bacteria. Your mom taught me that.” 

“She did?” 

“Mhm.” After your second year anniversary with Katsuki, spent in bed because of a viral infection, his mother taught you the importance of probiotics when taking antibiotics. It was the first time you’d ever heard his mother talk to you like you were her own, like she knew you two shared a deeper connection than what you knew at the time. 

The memory, compared to now, leaves you with a newfound sense of hope. His mother was a wise woman, one of the wisest you’ve gotten to chance to know. If she saw it then, then maybe this miscarriage won’t ruin the life you’d built around her anxious son. 

“I had no idea.” 

You snort, “your moms very informative. I go to her about most health questions I have.”

“Not that..” he dumps the pills for the day into his hand, offering them to you gently. “This. I didn’t know you were taking pills for it…you said it was natural.” 

“It is,” you reassure, accepting the pills and downing them with a sip of coffee. 

“Then how was your miscarriage fucking natural?” You can hear his frustration and confusion in the rawness of every word that leaves his mouth and you wonder if telling the truth is the right thing to do right now. It must be, lying wouldn’t do any better to the truth. 

“Because it was. Our blood types are different, negative and positive…” you swallow, placing the mug in your lap as his eyes finally meet yours. “My body killed our child because it saw it as a threat…so yeah, the miscarriage was pretty natural.” 

The silence that hangs is deafening and it only solidifies the same fact you’d been turning over your head since it happened. You weren’t a good mother, no better than a wife, a sorry excuse for a woman if you can’t even protect your husband's child from your own body. 

The reality of it makes you dizzy, eyes burning but you close them before your deep rooted pain shows in the form of tears. 

You weren’t compatible, biologically, without the help of a medicated pregnancy. Those were the doctors words, the chances of bearing a child with your blood type nearly impossible in chances. 

The coffee mug is taken from your hands and in a flash you’re being pulled my big arms, face pressed against a warm chest through a thin tee shirt. You can hear his heart, smell his musky sweetness and you lean into it. 

The threshold snaps and the tears come pouring out from your failure to house a child in your defective body. He holds every ounce of it, cradling you close just like he did that night. 

“I’m so sorry,” he murmurs against your hair and you can hear the tears in his words as well, “I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N.”

-

A few days go by and it’s not stiff and anxious around him anymore. Conversation turned easy, but never too deep. Touches became a thing again, but never too heated. And you let him sleep in the same bed as you again, but never too close. 

Things were starting to fall back into place, but not everything. You were still missing that deep rooted connection that was severed the minute he buried himself with work and you got too busy at the doctors. 

Intimacy, the most simplest forms of love two people can share. 

But now you stand along the beach, holding his hand like you used to, the sun hitting its peak on the day before the clouds take away its power. The waves sound clear, every kiss to shore a mocking one for the situation you find yourself in. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to be intimate with your husband, you craved his skin every second you didn’t have it. But…you didn’t feel like you could fulfill him like before. You’d shown yourself you couldn’t be a good mother, what else were you bad at without knowing? 

“Hey, come back to me.” He gently tugs your hand, pulling you from your inner turmoil. “You’re thinking. What are you thinking?” 

Over the years you’d learned it’s better to be honest with Katsuki. While the honest truth might upset him more than lying would, he’d never have any reason to doubt a lie you’d tell. You couldn’t do that to him, knowing he takes your words as rule. 

“Stupid stuff.” 

“Your stuff isn’t stupid.” 

“This stuff is.” 

He pauses and pulls you closer which is easy in the sand. You face him, the sea behind you with a breeze that carries a sense of courage. 

“It’s just..” he gently squeezes you hand at your hesitation, “we haven’t kissed in awhile.”He cracks a natural smile and you shove his chest playfully, “don’t laugh!” 

“I’m sorry that was just really fuckin’ cute.” 

Your face burns and you have to turn away before you burst into flames and do any more damage to his mental health with a dead wife. 

“You want intimacy?” He pulls you close with his free arm around your waist, his lips close to your ear. “Because that’s my favorite skill.” 

You don’t need to respond, your body language says it all. Your face is hot, your body is stiff, and your hand is shaking gently in his. It’s everything he needs to see before pulling you impossibly close, replacing your hand for your face. 

It’s slow at first, the motions of his eyes taking in your face like he’d never done it before, and then his lips brush yours. It’s the softest thing ever, the heat of his breath mingling with yours with the coolness of his lips against yours. Without realizing, you’re pushing closer, deepening the kiss. 

It’s warmer, thumb tracing the angle of your jaw while his fingers toy with the loose fabric of your sundress behind you. It’s something out of your wildest fantasies, the way his lips, his touch is enough to send off a multitude of fireworks inside your stomach. 

It’s exactly the thing you’d been missing, the kind of connection you now knew you needed to nurture. 

The thing you’d been missing without quite realizing it. Him. All of him. Every single inch of him. 

He pulls away but you push closer, “hey-“ you pull him closer, “wait.” Your lips crash against his, pushing every unsaid word against his lips. It's almost instant that he kisses back, wrapping both arms around your waist like this was him finally coming home. 

His tongue delves into your mouth, exposing everything all at once and you’re forced to take it. But you can’t stop yourself from moaning against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

It takes all but a mere minute of pure hunger between your tongues that he finds his self restraint and gives a tug. His hand in your hair tugs you back without enough force to hurt. “Fuck— Pause—“

He’s out of breath, panting like a mutt with a wild look in his eyes like he can’t believe he’s letting himself pull away from this and from you after mere eons away from you. 

“You don’t want me?” It’s meant as a statement but comes out a question, unable to stop the slow gravitational pull to his lips that he’s trying so hard to pull away. 

“Don’t put those words in my mouth—“

“That’s not denying it.” 

He shakes you in his hold. “If you’re going to argue with me right now over something dumb then I’m telling you it’s not going to walk around the very thing we’ve both been avoiding.” He’s got a desperate look in his eyes and it instantly shakes your core, “we need to talk about how traumatic that must’ve been for you, baby. I can’t shake the feeling you won’t tell me because I couldn’t protect you from that, the only damn job I have.” 

He releases your face, holding his arms around your waist like he can’t ever let go. But his eyes, they’re the purest they’d ever looked before, like his whole life depended on addressing the elephant in the room. 

“You did the best you could,” you supply, unable to avoid the sting in your eyes and the tears that quickly follow. “I know it wasn’t easy for you either, I’d never seen you make such a face before when I showed you the small bump. Like you were ready for fatherhood, ready to take a new route in your life.” 

“I fucking left you alone to deal with all of it alone,” another small shake, “I’m a goddamn hero yet i couldn’t save you from this— I should’ve taken better care of you— i should’ve taken off more time for you.”

“Stop that,” you whisper, “you did everything you could in the moment, that you shouldn’t apologize for. It should be me,” your voice cracks, “my only job was to grow a healthy baby and my body rejected it.” 

“You did a perfect job,” he murmurs, pulling your head to his chest, holding you securely in his embrace under the sun's heat before the clouds take over the sky. “The miscarriage was a chance we hadn’t realized, but you are not the one to blame. If I could go back in time the only thing I’d change is my ignorance.” 

This was it, sharing grief. The very thing your marriage needed for it to be fixed, being able to share it. He holds you tighter once the tears start, holding you as close as possible like the world was closing in around you two. 

You could make sense of it and you didn’t need to, not anymore. The only thing you needed was him, all of him, to remind you that the miscarriage was traumatic but you don’t have to battle that demon alone. You don’t have to do anything alone, not with the rings that bind you to him. 

-

It felt as if the gates were opening and you couldn’t find your grip to stop it, not when Katsuki carried you back to the cabin and hands, lips, and tongues took the lead. You weren’t sure if you were ready for sex yet after the miscarriage, but your doctor wouldn’t have insisted you go on this vacation with your husband if it was too big of a risk to take, that and you couldn’t care less about anything but him and the way he carries you to the master. 

His lips devour yours, taking everything he’d been missing from you without remorse. You let him, tightening your thighs around his hips as he places you on the bed, hovering over you like he was about to take his time with you and refund every hour he spent away from you. 

Pulling away, his large and calloused hands slide down to your thighs before slowly pushing up the thin fabric of your dress to your hips. “God damn,” he groans, eyes taking in every inch of you like he’s scared to look away, “still got those fucking pregnancy curves baby, making my dick hard.” 

Scooping your thighs in his arms, he drags you closer to him on the bed until you feel himself right between your thighs, right against your core and it sends shivers down your curved spine. You’d never been this wet before, inner thighs nearly soaked as he slowly rubs his confined erection against your pussy clad in black silk panties. 

“Jesus, Kats,” you whimper, staring up at him wildly as if you could deny the overwhelming need curling between your thighs like a horrible ache. “P-Pause…”

“You wanna pause?” He asks, like the idea itself sounds like sin. His hands nearly fist your hips like a small attempt to keep you below him, “when your pussy’s this wet?” 

Shaking his head, he smacks the fat of your hips with a sinister smirk on his lips, straightening his back to get a better view of your vulnerability beneath him. The way he holds your eyes leaves you sure he can also feel it, how hard the lust is hitting like the distance away from one another was its own potent aphrodisiac. 

But that smirk on his face, dripping with sin, suggested he was well aware just how hard his dick was starting to strain against his jeans. 

“Tell me,” he drops a hand and slowly undoes the metal buckle of his belt, “you want me to stop?” 

You can’t even bring yourself to lie, not when he’s doing the zipper like that. He knows the answer already, it’s written all over your face, your body. 

“Speak up.” He growls, tugging himself out of his jeans. You nearly gasp at the weight of his dick against your cunt, unable to look away from his body and every vein or muscle that ripples with a threat to steal your self-restraint. 

“No, I don’t want you to stop.” You shake your head against the pillows, “don’t stop.” 

He doesn’t need to hear anything else, your breathless undertone is enough to drive him fucking insane. He gets down on his knees and elbows, lips brushing your cheek, your neck, your chest, every inch of you skin he’d missed until his face burries between your thighs. 

“Oh,” you can’t control your voice as his thumb tugs your panties to the side, “oh, god.” He’s on you in seconds, tongue delving deeper inside of you as his fingers hold your thighs with a bruising force. He hasn’t eaten you out like this in months, missing how well he knows your body better than you know it yourself. 

You fist the pillows behind you when he adds a finger, tonguing your clit like he’s clocked in. A moan rips from your throat, eyes rolling back with the curve of his finger inside of you, already adding in another. 

His fingers are already drenched inside of you, slipping in and out with ease, accompanying every thrust with a lewd, syrupy noise. It lights your body on fire, shivering against the sheets, feeling his fingers hit that sweet spot inside of you that makes you wonder if there really is a cloud nine and if that’s where he’s taking you. 

His cheek rests against your thigh, both of them on his shoulders as he makes out with your clit like a starved man, devoting everything to you. He kisses your clit with fever, moaning and mumbling nonsense like he’s confessing to sin and you’re the only god he wants forgiveness from. 

Every touch, taste, it drives you frantic for release, shivering and moaning into the master room, the clouds finally taking dominion over the sky and making everything dark. But even despite the gloomy atmosphere that threatens the island with rain, the only thing you care about is the storm that’s brewing in your abdomen. It’s thickly hot and warm, mending your skin and bones until your frantically reaching for his hair, closing a fist around it. 

Your orgasm rips right through before you can give warning, washing over you like a tsunami after an earth shattering quake. It steals your breath and your vision, head filled with fog and unyielding lust that overcomes you with white hot pleasure. It’s the sweetest revenge for a man with the purpose of making up what was once lost. 

He devours you until there’s nothing left to feed, lifting his head with a dazed expression that drips with something too intense. You hold his stare through your shallow pants, blinking wildly as if to stay conscious through the aftershocks. 

“Still alive?” He asks, voice still rough and wet from his earlier adventures. You nod with as much energy you can offer, letting your head fall back into the pillows, catching your breath. “Need a break?” 

Your eyes shoot open because the very last thing you want is a break. “No,” you shake your head, “no breaks.” 

But you feel him pull away and it scares you that this will stop here, will stop like this. In a haze, you flip your bodies until your positioned in a straddle of his hips, hands on his chest for stability as his eyes stare up at you with wicked amusement. 

“Baby, was just going to get you water-“

You shut him up with your lips, crashing yours to his with a kiss to seal the fate of your future. It isn’t when you pull away for breath that you find your words. “I don’t want to stop. Please, I can’t- I need you inside of me.” 

You don’t care how desperate you sound, if your voice teeters on the edge of cold desperation, you need him so bad that it’s starting to hurt. You hadn’t realized, but sex with Katsuki was the only thing that connected you with him, and right now all you wanted was that burning, golden thread. 

His palms find your upper thighs, holding you but never forcing, his own way of tearing down his walls just for you. Your movements are slow, unable to stop the soft tremor in your thighs as you slip off your panties and throw your dress off. He does the same with his shirt before holding your hips, unable to keep his hand off of you even for a second. 

You can feel the nerves from before, as if asking you if this was really worth the risk of potentially hurting yourself more…but that didn’t matter when you look down and see the same desperation in his eyes that’s eating you alive from the inside. He looks like he might die if he doesn’t feel you around him in the next minute, like his whole life depends on you, and only you. 

You start slow, unable to form words, but he didn’t need them to understand this was going to be slow for start. Wrapping your palm around him, feeling him throb with heat, you align his tip to your entrance and he freezes. 

“Wait, baby, no condom?” He gives you a concerned look, like maybe this wasn’t a good idea, “are you sure- oh fuckkkk!” 

You slide down on him slowly until your clit brushes against his blonde hairs, hands tightening against his chest at the stretch. It’s almost like the first time, feeling him so deep that it hurts so good. Your head falls back, fighting a mix between a moan and a cry. He watches you just the same, biting down on his lip, fighting his primal urges to just flip you over and fuck weeks worth of celibacy into you. 

You’re going fucking dumb from just the fullness of his dick so deep inside of you, like his dick has a motive to penetrate your soul. It steals everything from your lungs, body rolling forward by your hips like muscle memory, remembering exactly how good sex with Katsuki Bakugo is. 

“Look at me.” Your eyes immediately follow his voice downward, meeting crimson eyes that penetrate you just like his cock. “Hanging in there?” It comes out rough, matching his intensity. “No pain?” 

He’s checking in on you, making sure you’re not pushing your limits despite those primal urges bubbling beneath his tanned skin. You nod, slowly gliding your hands up and down his chest. “No pain,” you confirm. “Just..slow, it’s been awhile.” 

He grunts with a small nod, sliding his hands to your waist, helping you move your hips back and forth until you both find the rhythm. It feels too good to be real, his gentle touches against his primal grunts, those eyes that watch every single movement you make like he just can’t get enough, it’s euphoric. 

It’s not long before you find that equilibrium between the slow movements and the pressure between your thighs before you’re picking up speed. His grunts grow rougher and more clipped with every thrust, watching you sit up to get a better angle— using him like it’s what he’s built for. 

“Hah- fu-fuck me- ngh, like that, just like thattt,” he groans, jaw hardening with every bounce like hes holding himself back. “Don’t stop dontstopdont- fuck~ you’re so tight-“

“Baby, oh s-shittt~” you don’t even recognize your voice, your desperate moans with every squelching thrust, and he’s damn near putty because of it. It’s almost pathetic, seeing a man so well respected among those around the world— a hero who saves all and turns to a moaning mess when his wife rides him. But he’s yours, for now, and it’s so good. 

You ride him like you owe it to yourself and he moans like it’s sin. Taking a leap into the devils pit, your world tilts and you’re tossed on your back. He’s on you in seconds, hips thrusting like he needs it, lips devouring yours. 

Your orgasm comes fast and he can feel it, thighs clenching around his hips, moans slipping past lips. He can’t pull away, can’t stop. 

You moan against his lips like it hurts, fisting his hair as every thrust breaks you into a million pieces. It’s never been this intense, tears cooling the corners of your eyes. 

You pull away from his lips, head lolling back as you try to catch a breath. But he’s not wasting a single moment, giving your ass a small smack as he rolls your body, leaving you perched on your stomach with your ass in the air. He slides himself back inside and you have to moan into the pillow, his chest pressed against your back, his lips right by your ear. 

It’s so intimate, his grunts in your ear, his sharp thrusts of his hips against your ass, reminding you exactly who he is— your husband. 

“I’ve missed this,” he whispers against your heated ear, “makin’ love to you.” 

“Me too,” it’s soft, vulnerable. “We do it so good.” 

He laughs softly, brushing his lips against your hair. “Good girl.” 

He changes his pace, giving you slow grinds against your hips like he’s putting all of his attention on you. The heat from his body against your back eases all your tension, letting yourself drown in the feeling of him. It’s the most intimate way you’ve ever felt pleasure. 

“I still want a baby.” He slides his hand up your side, thumb brushing your ribs. “That won’t ever change. But I don’t want to risk your health because of it.” 

He presses a kiss to your shoulder, nearly forgetting to respond because he just feels so good. “We just need to be careful…”

He presses another kiss to your shoulder, “I’ll be there more often,” another to your jaw, “take better care of you.” 

His words hit a spot deep inside you, melting your heart to your flesh. You want that, another try, a gamble with chance. You wanted to give him fatherhood, a tiny version of himself to love just as much as he loves you, but never more. 

“Cum inside,” you manage to open your eyes, glancing over your shoulder, eyes holding his. “Another try. Please.” 

Something snaps inside of him and you take the brunt of it. His hips quicken, his lips find yours with a hunger like no other. 

Your moans get louder, his grow rougher. Fisting the pillows, your eyes roll back and you wonder if this is how the religious know there is a heaven. 

He cums inside shortly after you do, kissing you over and over until his lips go numb. 

You couldn’t explain it, the clarity that overcomes you like the first warm morning in spring when even the birds sing in joy. 

You didn’t want to stop, you couldn’t stop. Without a time limit on your stay, you find yourself pulling him closer, ready for another round. 

Because it’s now or never and neither of you can wait any longer. 

[oikyawa]

it’s unsurprisingly loud when you step into nekoma’s gym.

there’s the loud clap of volleyball’s ricocheting off the floor, yaku’s voice is loud in an attempt to get lev to work, yamamoto’s trying to get kenma to do something he doesn’t want to.

and kuroo’s standing in the middle of the chaos, hand on his hip like he owns the place. his lips curled in that familiar smirk.

kuroo doesn’t notice you yet, pretty obvious since his back is turned to you. but lev does, and he announces your presence loudly, making everyone turn to you. including kuroo.

‘-y/n, you’re here! look kuroo-san-’ kuroo immediately turns to you after lev’s incredibly loud announcement. his eyes sparkling at the sight of you, like a little kid in a toy store.

he walkes over with another usual cocky grin on his face, wrapping his arms around you the second he’s close enough.

‘-tetsu, you’re choking me.’ you’re trying, keyword trying to get out of his hold. but he has you in a very tight hold, chokehold more or less.

your face is completely smushed into his chest, all the words leaving your mouth muffled by his shirt.

‘kuroo, let her go. she’s choking.’ kenma murmurs, and that’s what finally makes him let go of you.

‘sorry not sorry,’ he says with a chuckle, instead of nearly choking you to death with his hold, he settles for holding you, but looser. giving you the well needed room to breathe.

‘sorry, i missed you.’ he whispers now, pressing one chaste kiss to your temple.

‘ ‘s okay, i missed you too.’ you mutter, looking around the gym to see everybody staring at you two, shocker.

the only one that isn’t staring with a look of either disgust or shock, is kenma. he’s used to kuroo’s somewhat strange antics with you.

kuroo doesn’t care that everyone’s looking, he’s proud to miss his girlfriend that he hadn’t seen for 2 hours.

a/n: cooked this up in 10 minutes

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akaashi — smau

you're bored, to say the least.

it's a seemingly normal tuesday night, your homework is staring back at you with judgmental eyes, and you've scrolled through every social media app at least twice.

at this rate, you'll be forced to do your homework! and you really don't wanna do that..

that's when you see the trend going around again when you eventually reach for your phone: message your number neighbor.

it's stupid, risky, and exactly the kind of distraction you need right now. (anything to avoid homework ig)

your phone number ends in five.

you take a breath, open a new message thread, and type in your number, but change the last digit to a six.

you better be damn grateful i didn't make that six seven

you hey number neighbour! hope you arent a serial killer

you put your phone face down on your bed and wait. you expect to be ignored, left on read, or maybe blocked, like majority of the people out there on the internet.

five minutes pass. ten. then, your phone vibrates. with a racing heart, you glance at it.

xxx-xxx-xxx I'm not a serial killer, I am a student.

you snort, fingers already flying across the screen. who texts like that, apart from emailing a teacher? it's so.. stiff.

also, who just reveals that information?

okay then. you'll do the same.

you thats exactly what a serial killer would say im a student too how's life on the other side of the digit? xxx-xxx-xxx Life is fine. I'm currently finishing my evening meal. It's important to maintain a consistent schedule for digestion and recovery. you . okay 🥹 thanks for the health tip doc xxx-xxx-xxx You're welcome. you are you always this serious xxx-xxx-xxx I'm told I can be quite literal. I don't really see the point in unnecessary fluff. you unnecessary fluff 😭 well, im bored entertain me ! tell me something interesting about yourself without giving away your secret identity xxx-xxx-xxx I enjoy volleyball, and I'm left handed. you woah two fun facts and another lefty omg me too xxx-xxx-xxx Being right handed is more common, but it doesn't mean you cannot follow your interests effectively.

you stare at the screen. they sound like a textbook come to life.

you thanks for the pep talk, i feel so much more effective now 🤞 anyway im gonna go back to avoiding my essay xxx-xxx-xxx Okay you dont kill anyone tonight neighbor xxx-xxx-xxx I have already stated I'm not a murderer. Good luck with your essay. It's better to finish it now so you can sleep early.

you toss your phone aside, collapsing back on your pillows.

"what a weirdo."

you're sitting in the cafeteria, picking at your lunch, when your phone vibrates in your pocket.

xxx-xxx-xxx Did you finish the essay?

you almost choke on your own spit.

you hi to you too i did barely stayed up till two am xxx-xxx-xxx That is inefficient. Lack of sleep leads to decreased performance and physical sluggishness. you okay doctor xxx-xxx-xxx As I've stated before, if you scroll up to read our past conversation, I am not a doctor. you nvm what about you did you do your homework xxx-xxx-xxx I finished mine yesterday at 8pm. you sweat xxx-xxx-xxx Funny you should say, I'm actually at practice at the moment. you volleyball? xxx-xxx-xxx Yes. My teammate is yelling because I'm on my phone during a water break. He says I'm evolving because I'm texting a stranger. you LMAOO tell your teammate hes right you ARE becoming a social butterfly wait stranger?? we're neighbors theres a bond there xxx-xxx-xxx We share a numerical sequence. That is all. you ouch my heart 🥺 fine go back to your balls =3 xxx-xxx-xxx That is a crude way to phrase it, but I will. And what equals 3? ⤷ you hearted this message

you put your phone away, grinning. then you pull it from your pocket again, and change the contact name.

health inspector.

you're supposed to be hanging out with your friend, but they're currently hovering over your shoulder. still counts as a hangout, right?

"who are you texting?" they ask, squinting at your screen. "you've been smiling at your phone for, like, ten minutes straight."

"just my number neighbor," you say, tilting the screen away. you really need to buy a privacy screen protector.. "he's super intense. like, 'i eat for digestion' intense. well, im think they're a he."

"is he hot?"

"wha- i don't even know his name! we agreed – well, we didn't agree, but we haven't asked. it's more fun this way. no expectations."

your phone pings again, and your friend groans.

health inspector My teammate took my phone and saw your contact name. you oh no what did you set it as health inspector Number Neighbor. you BRO THATS BORING i have you set as health inspector hah health inspector I don't inspect health. Anyway, he changed your name to 'Eagle Bait'. I don't know why. you eagle bait 💔 tell your friend he'd better start running health inspector He is very fast. I doubt you could catch him. you bruh i hate u health inspector Well, I don't hate you. I don't know you well enough to harbor such strong emotions.

you groan and bury your face in your hands. he's so frustratingly literal that it's actually.. cute?

you find yourself wondering what his voice sounds like. does he talk as formally as he texts?

you hey neighbor? health inspector Yes? you nothing just making sure u were still there health inspector I am always here.

wednesday arrives with a heavy rainstorm that swiftly cancels your outdoor plans.

with nothing else to do, you're lounging on your couch, watching a movie you've already seen (and cried to) three times, when your phone lights up.

it's a photo – a blurry, shaky shot of a red haired guy making a peace sign right in front of the camera lens. he has a wild grin on his face, eyes wide and mouth leering.

health inspector My teammate took my phone again. He says hello, and that he doesn't care if you see what he looks like. His name is Tendou. you lol hi tendou tell him he has very chaotic energy even through a blurry photo 🥹 health inspector He says that it's his specialty. you i can imagine health inspector He's currently trying to read our previous messages over my shoulder. I've placed him in a headlock to prevent this.

you choke on your microwaved, triple butter popcorn. the mental image of someone putting a hyperactive redhead in a headlock is a bit too much for you.

you damn rip tendou health inspector Oh don't worry. He isn't dead you i cant with you 😭 you actually have friends? i thought you were a robot /j health inspector I'm not a robot. Tendou is my friend, although he is loud sometimes. you sometimes or all of the time? health inspector Both He's asking if you are cute. I told him I don't know. you well what did you tell him after that health inspector I told him that physical appearance is subjective and that based on your texting, you seem pretty you aw thanks 🥺 health inspector capable of basic communication. Sorry, I accidently pressed send. you wow i knew something was off you didnt use a full stop 😔 capable of basic communication.. i should put that on my tinder bio! health inspector Oh. Do you use Tinder? you no lol i was joking do you? health inspector No. I don't have time. you you sounds like you never have fun. do you ever just eat junk food watch a bad movie etc health inspector I eat what is necessary for my muscles. you okay mr buff guy 🫩 health inspector How did you know I was male? you magic ABRACADABRA health inspector Okay. Occasionally, I have hayashi rice. That is enjoyable. you hayashi rice is your wild side? health inspector Yes. you jeez we need to get you out more ⤷ health inspector reacted ? to this message

the next time you get a text from Health Inspector™, you're at the shopping centre with your friends.

it's unusual because he usually only texts in the evenings after his apparently strict schedule is done.

health inspector We won. you oh a volleyball thing? congratsss (congratakaashilations) health inspector Yes. It was a practice match, but we won in straight sets. I scored 19 points. you 19 oh wow is that good? idk much about volleyball health inspector It's a high number for a three set match. My setter was very efficient today. you go celebrate! get some uh hayashi rice or something health inspector We're going to a convenience store. Tendou is buying icy poles. The blue double ones. echo reference?? you what flavor are u getting? health inspector I don't like sweets very much. I'll have water. you you're literally the most boring person ive ever met 😑 health inspector But we haven't met you oh COME ON get a chocolate bar live a little ⤷ seen by health inspector

when he doesn't reply, you go back to window shopping because you're broke asf with your friends.

five minutes later, a picture comes through, a large, slightly calloused hand holding a small chocolate bar. in the corner, it has a small nibble in the corner, as though someone has taken a tentative bite.

health inspector I bought it. It's too sweet. you CRYING i can literally feel the regret through the screen 💔💔 health inspector My teammates are staring at me. They think I'm possessed because I'm eating chocolate. you tell them your neighbor made you do it trust 😏 health inspector Okay Tendou is now screaming that I have a secret lover.

your heart does a weird little skip at the word lover, even though it's just a joke.. right?

you tell tendou i said hi and that hes a visionary health inspector I will tell him hi, but I won't tell him the other part. It will only encourage him. ⤷ you liked this message

you hey health inspector Yes? you we've been talking for a while now i still dont know your name or what you look like or how old you are health inspector I am 18. you okay one mystery solved im 17 health inspector Haha. 😂 I'm older than you you please never laugh over text again. what about a name health inspector I would prefer not to. If we find out who each other are, things might change. I like that you don't know who I am.

you pause, thumbs hovering over the screen.

he sounds like people usually treat him differently because of who he is.

orrrr maybe you're overthinking things again.

you fair enough i kind of like it too you can just be my health inspector health inspector And you can be my Eagle Bait. you NOT EAGLE BAIT AGAIN health inspector It's what's written on my screen, I've grown used to it. Also, I've said multiple times I'm not a health inspector. you touché health inspector I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight, Eagle Bait. Oh, that almost rhymes you night hi get it hi health inspector h.i hello oh youre gone GRANDPA delivered

it's a monday morning, so of course you're dragging yourself through the school hallways, clutching a coffee like it's the only thing keeping you sane.

your school is buzzing because the volleyball team has just won something huge, but you aren't really one for sports. you literally know nothing about the volleyball team - you just know their gym is always squeaky and smells like sweaty feet.

your phone buzzes in your pocket.

health inspector I am tired. you omg what happened to consistent schedules for recovery?? health inspector Our coach was dissatisfied with our blocking. We had to stay late. I didn't get to bed until 11:30pm yesterday. you uh 11:30 is a normal bedtime for most people yk also why did you have practice on a sunday.. health inspector Not for me My legs feel heavy. ⤷ replied to also why did you have practice on a sunday.. My coach says otherwise we will forget how to play. you thats stupid do you want me to send you a virtual hug

there's a long pause, and you watch the three bubbles appear and disappear.

health inspector I don't know what a virtual hug is. Is it a digital sticker? Do you want to call me? you LMFAO no it's just me saying i feel bad for you health inspector Oh you but here (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ health inspector That is a strange collection of symbols. It looks like a person with very long arms. you thats because it is a person with very long arms 😭 health inspector I showed Tendou. Now he's trying to recreate the face. It's unsettling.

you burst into giggles, earning a sharp look from your teacher and bemused looks from your classmates.

"sorry," you murmur to no one in particular.

after school, your friend drags you to the gym, against your will.

"just for a bit," she pleads. "my brother is playing, and i promised i'd bring him his knee pads. the fat lump forgot them."

you groan but follow her.

you stand by the entrance, on your phone, completely disinterested in the teenagers jumping around.

you im stuck in a gym well, not in the gym, but close enough the squeaking is giving me a headache health inspector I'm also in a gym. The squeaking is the sound of effort. you yeah no. it smells like stinky socks in here health inspector That is a valid description. you SEE health inspector My setter just messed up. He's angry now. I should go.

you look up from your phone, scanning the court in front of you, but none of them seem to be checking their phones.

"ready?" your friend asks, returning from where she's just thrown the kneepads at her brother.

"yeah, let's go. this place is too loud," you say. she laughs. "and stinks."

as you turn to leave, a volleyball rockets off the court and bounces toward the door. you stop it with your foot.

"sorry," a deep voice calls out.

a tall guy with dark hair and a bit of a scowl starts jogging toward you. he looks intimidating, but his eyes are focused entirely on the ball.

you kick it back to him. he nods once - not a smile but rather a blunt acknowledgement of your existence - and heads back to his team.

you don't think twice about it.

you heyy neighbor guess what i ate today health inspector If it's not a balanced meal, I don't want to know. you it was an oreo with ham on it health inspector Why would you put meat on a sweet? you because it tastes good why else you should try it health inspector I refuse. you suit yourself health inspector I have a question. you shoot health inspector Why do you continue to talk to me? Most people find me difficult to converse with.

you lean back against your headboard, brow furrowing as you type your response.

you because you arent fake everyone else tries so hard to be cool or funny you just tell me about your diet and your early ass bedtime it's refreshing health inspector Huh. you plus you bought that chocolate bar because i told you to that was nice :) health inspector It was very sweet. I still have half of it in my locker. you HELP WHAT are you saving it 😭 health inspector I didn't want to waste it. you has anyone told you you're such a dork health inspector I am told that often by Tendou. you of course ⤷ health inspector liked this message you so since you wont tell me your name can i give you a nickname health inspector is getting old health inspector What did you have in mind? you toshi

you don't know why you picked it - it just popped into your head.

somewhere, a tall boy with dark, olive green hair freezes. his heart thumps against his ribs.

toshi.

only his family and his closest friends call him that. it's a fragment of his actual name.

health inspector Why that name? you idk it just suits you health inspector .... you it's fine if not i know that was random health inspector Fine. You may use it. you YES

( you have changed health inspector to toshi )

you okay toshi go do your squats or whatever it is you do toshi I will. Goodbye Eagle Bait you bruh i dont get a new name 😔?? ⤷ seen by toshi kys toshi Okay I will keep myself safe ⤷ you disliked this message

tonight, your screen stays dark.

you find yourself checking your phone every ten minutes, which is annoying. you aren't supposed to care this much about a guy who thinks salt is a bold seasoning. like, seriously!

finally, a message arrives, and it isn't a 'goodnight'.

toshi I'm at a team dinner. Tendou is standing on a chair. you of course it wouldnt be tendou if he wasnt toshi He's singing a song about chocolate bars and secret neighbors. I believe he is trying to provoke me into showing him our messages again. you and did you toshi No. I told him that privacy is a human right. He told me I'm whipped

your face heats up.

you whipped? 😭 pleasee you barely like me you just like having someone to tell about your digestion and shit toshi That is inaccurate. I quite look forward to our conversations you wow i think thats actually the nicest thing youve said toshi It's the truth. People usually only talk to me about volleyball. Or they are intimidated and don't talk at all. you damn toshi You just call me a dork. you because you ARE a dork toshi but a cool one in an i follow all the rules kind of way toshi That is nice to hear. ⤷ you liked this message

saturday morning, you're at a local cafe. you snap a photo of your overly complicated iced latte - the kind with a mountain of whipped cream.

you [attachment] look at this it's the complete opposite of your water bottle 😝 toshi That looks like a heart attack desguised as a drink. you it's delicious! i wish i could send you a sip toshi I'd decline you aw man hey if i sent you something would you eat it? toshi I don't give out my address to strangers, number neighbours or not. you no shit that would be dumb 😑 i meant like ill leave it somewhere toshi That seems unnecessary. you fine have it your way ⤷ seen by toshi

you put your phone down with more force than necessary, a little irritated. you weren't actually going to stalk him or anything, but his immediate rejection wasn't exactly a nice feeling.

you go back to your book, feeling a bit silly.

around an hour later, your phone buzzes.

toshi I'm at the park near Miyagi Prefectural Library. There's a large oak tree by the fountain.

your heart skips.

that's- not far from where you are now.

you ..and? toshi I'm leaving practice now. I'll be passing that tree in twenty minutes. If you were to leave something there, I might find it.

you're already shoving your book into your bag.

you run to the bakery next door, grab a single, high quality dark chocolate brownie (less sugar, more toshi friendly), and sprint toward the park as fast as you can.

the oak tree is huge and gnarled. you tuck the small white bakery box into a crook in the roots, hidden behind some leaves, then run again.

you hide behind a nearby gazebo, peeking through the slats.

not long after, a tall figure walks down the path.

he's wearing a tracksuit - white and purple. broad shoulders, long legs, and a walk that screams 'i own this sidewalk'. from where you're crouching, you can see he has dark, olive toned hair.

it doesn't occur to you that this is the same guy from the gym..

he looks serious, his eyes scanning the ground.

he stops at the tree, looks around, making sure no one is watching, and reaches into the roots to pulls out the white box.

he opens it.

he stares at the brownie for a long time. then, he looks around again, a tiny, almost invisible soften to his expression.

he tucks the box into his gym bag and walks away.

your phone vibrates.

toshi I found it. you it's a brownie! try it before you judge it toshi I'll eat it when I get home. Thank you. ⤷ you liked this message toshi You were there Weren't you? you guilty ⤷ seen by toshi

great.

he's much more intimidating in person than he is in a text message.

toshi It was acceptable you acceptable?? thats it? toshi It was the best thing I've eaten that wasn't healthy. you HA I KNEW IT toshi Perhaps. My mother asked who gave it to me. I told her it was a neighbor, and she seemed confused as to why our elderly neighbor, Mr. Sato, would give me a brownie. you LMAAOAOO 😭💔 did you tell her the truth? toshi No. I find I like having this to myself.

you bite your lip, a slow blush creeping up your neck.

you me too toshi me too ⤷ seen by toshi

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toshi I'm at the doctor. you shit what happened?? are you okay? did the brownie take you out? fuck im sorry are you allergic i shouldve checked oh my gosh toshi No. The brownie was fine. you oh toshi My ankle is slightly inflamed. It's a common occurrence. you does it hurt? toshi Not really. I have been instructed to ice it and refrain from jumping for 48 hours. you oh noo forty eight hours of no jumping how will you survive? 🥹 you can go relax and sit on a couch toshi I don't like sitting on a couch. It makes me feel stagnant. you you are SO dramatic just watch a movie or something toshi I am watching a video of our last match to analyse my footwork. you NO that doesnt count watch something that doesnt involve a ball toshi Suggest something.

you spend the next ten minutes arguing over movies. he shoots down every romantic comedy you suggest (highly unrealistic human behaviour) and every horror movie (i dont find jumpscares logical).

finally, he decides on a documentary about deep sea creatures.

toshi The giant squid is impressive. you awh do you relate to a squid toshi Yes ⤷ you reacted 😑 to this message

you're walking through the school courtyard during lunch when you see a group of girls whispering and giggling over a phone.

"he's so stoic," one of them sighs. "i wonder if he ever smiles."

curiosity kills the cat, so you peek over.

they're looking at an instagram post from a local sports magazine. it's a photo of a volleyball player mid air.

the caption reads: Shiratorizawa's Ace continues his dominant streak.

your heart stops.

the jersey is white and purple.

just like the tracksuit the guy in the park was wearing.

aka. your number neighbour.

aka, toshi.

you can't see his face clearly, but the build is unmistakable. the thick legs, the broad shoulders, the hair.

then it occurs to you - it's the same guy in the gym from so long ago. you just didn't recognise him without the tracksuit.

you scramble for your phone.

you hey quick question toshi What is the question? you do you go to shiratorizawa?

the 'typing...' bubble appears, and stays there for a long, long time.

you're holding your breath. if he says yes, the mystery is basically over. you could find him in ten minutes.

toshi Why do you ask? you i saw a photo of a player he looked like the guy i saw in the park

another long pause.

toshi I have told you before. If we know too much, this changes. you i know but toshi Are you disappointed? you what?? no why would i be disappointed? toshi Because I'm not telling you who I am you toshi ive been talking to you for a while i know you think water is a treat and you relate to squids you can't disappoint me toshi I see. Then I won't confirm or deny. But I will tell you this: My ankle is feeling better because I'm distracted by this conversation. And you.

your face turns five shades of red, and you have to put your phone face down on a concrete bench to cool off.

you're back in the gym, this time because you left your sweater on the bleachers after gym class. you'd hoped you could wear it somehow, but the gym teacher had promptly sent you away.

you spot a familiar head of bright red hair.

it's..

wait.

tendou?

he's leaning against the net, looking bored while who you guess is the coach talks to someone else.

suddenly, tendou spots you walking toward the bleachers. he narrows his eyes, then a huge, mischievous grin spreads across his face.

he points at you and then turns to the giant guy standing next to him.

the guy turns his head.

you freeze.

you're wearing your school uniform.

you look normal.

but you feel like you have 'NEIGHBOUR' written on your forehead in black sharpie.

the guy looks at you.

he doesn't wave or smile. he just stares for a second too long before the coach barks an order and he turns back to the court.

you grab your sweater and bolt.

once you're safely in the outside, your phone vibrates.

toshi You were in the gym. you i was not toshi Tendou said, "There's the girl who smells like brownies." you i do NOT smell like brownies AND HOW COULD HE EVEN SMELL THAT toshi You didn't say hello. you because you were BUSY and INTIMIDATING and we have a DEAL no names no faces ⤷ replied to no faces we've broken that toshi I'm not intimidating. I was just standing there you toshi you are a 6 foot something mountain of muscle you are the definition of intimidating toshi 6'2 I didn't think you would be afraid of me. you im not afraid im uhm preserving the mystery toshi I think you were running away. you no i was walking fast toshi Tendou is laughing. He says you looked like a startled rabbit. you tell tendou im gonna to put salt in his next chocolate bar. toshi I will relay the message. He says he likes salt in his chocolate bar. you for fucks sake toshi And for the record.. That sweater would look nice on you. It's a good colour.

you groan and trip over your own feet.

"fuck-!"

you can't stop thinking about what he said.

about the sweater.

because it means he was actually looking.

toshi I have a question about the long armed person face you (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ this one? what about it toshi If it's a hug, does that mean you are a physical person? you you're gonna have to give me more info than that toshi Tendou says some people show affection through touch, while others show it through acts of service. you tendou is getting deep and idk! maybe? i think im a bit of both what about you? toshi I give them my full attention. If I'm talking to you, it's because I believe you're worth my time. I don't engage in idle chatter with people I don't respect.

it's so blunt – there's no 'i think you're cute' or 'i like talking to you'.

just the fact that because he's texting you, you're officially worth it.

you wait thats actually really sweet does that mean i have your respect sir 🫡 toshi You have had it for a very long time now. ⤷ you reacted 🥺 to this message

it was his texts like this that had you speechless.

you just.. didn't know how to reply.

it's the night before a big game for him.

you know this because he's been texting less, which usually means he's, quote, 'in the zone'.

you big day tomorrow? toshi Yes. We're playing a team with very persistent defense. It'll be tiring you you got this! just think of the giant squid or smt toshi I will. Will you be there? you i dunno wouldnt that break the rules toshi What rules? The gym is a public space. I cannot stop you from entering. you yeah it'd be weird if you could toshi Besides, Tendou keeps looking for 'the brownie girl' in the stands. It would be easier if I knew where you were so I could tell him to focus on the match. you oh so u want me there for team productivity toshi Precisely you ill consider it ⤷ toshi liked this message

the stadium is packed – you've never seen so many people there for a high school game.

you're wearing a simple hoodie, your hood pulled up slightly, feeling like a spy. (cue spy music!) you find a seat way up, far enough that you're just a speck in the crowd.

the whistle blows, and the teams walk onto the court.

and there he is.

number one.

he seems.. different on the court. at the park, he was just a tall, imtimidating guy. here, he's still intimidating, but he's also a force of nature.

when he scores, he doesn't celebrate much. he just resets, expression completely blank, eyes fixed on the ball.

in one word, he's magnificent.

during a timeout, you see him take a drink from his water bottle. his eyes scan the crowd.

they move slowly, methodically, starting from the front row and working their way up.

your breath hitches. you know he can't see you – there are thousands of people here. you turn your gaze away, looking somewhere else.

your phone vibrates.

toshi You're here. I can feel it.

you nearly drop your phone in absolute shock.

you how?? you're literally in the middle of a game PUT YOUR PHONE AWAY toshi My manager is holding it. I asked her to check for a message during the break. My coach isn't very happy but I don't care. you I CARE YOUR COACH IS SCARY ASF whats his name again washing board toshi Washijo You're in the upper area. To the left of the scoreboard.

yes in this shiratorizawa has a manager idc

you are exactly where he said.

you you are a freak. FOCUS ON THE GAME toshi I am focused. Watching you watch me is not a distraction.

the whistle blows again.

you watch him hand the phone to the manager and walk back onto the court.

he looks up directly toward your section and gives a single, sharp nod.

then proceeds to absolutely demolish the other team.

you slip out before they officially announce the winner, not wanting to get caught in the crowd – or by a certain redhead.

you're halfway home when the text comes through.

toshi We won. you i saw! you were incredible toshi seriously toshi Thank you. I'm tired now. My muscles are aching you do you want another long armed person hug? toshi No.

ouch.

toshi I think, next time, I would like a real one.

you stop walking in the middle of the sidewalk, nearly walking into a mailbox, your face burning.

a real one.

the man who finds unnecessary fluff unnecessary – just asked for a real hug.

or at least, he admitted he wanted one.

you a real one? who are you and what have you done with the robot? toshi I'm the same. I'm just tired. Fatigue makes people more honest. you well go to sleep then mr honest toshi But it's still early. And I'm not home yet. you i dont care ⤷ seen by toshi

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toshi Tendou is asking why I'm smiling at my phone. you youre SMILING?? toshi It's not a large smile My mouth is simply less straight than usual. you mmm sure ill take it so whats got u smilin toshi I was thinking about the way you ran away in the gym. you ?? I TOLD YOU I WAS WALKING FAST besides youre scary in person you have main character energy toshi I don't know what that means. It's my job to be reliable. And intimidating if necessary. you youre very reliable at making me nervous :/ toshi Why are you nervous? 🤔🤔 you BECAUSE we've been talking for months and i still dont know your real name i could find out rn but im respecting your privacy be grateful 😤 toshi I am grateful. ⤷ you liked this message toshi If I tell you my name, will you tell me yours? you maybe toshi Then not yet. I want to see how long we can last like this. It's like a game. you youre so competitive 💔 istg is everything a game to you toshi Only the things that matter.

you're in your room, folding your laundry and humming a song that has been fixated in your head lately. you really need to stop doomscrolling on tiktok. no, seriously ik damn well get off

your phone is on your bed.

not so wise decision.

you reach for a sock, stumble, and your palm lands flat on the screen.

and you had only been texting a specific someone moments earlier, so the screen is still on.

the phone starts ringing.

calling.. toshi

"no, no, no!" you scramble, fingers fumbling to hang up, but your phone is glitching. great – out of all times. it freezes on the calling screen.

he picks up.

on the other end, there's silence. you hold the phone to your ear, too nervous to breathe. you're too terrified to speak.

"hello?"

his voice. it's so much deeper than you imagined.

"eagle bait?" he asks.

"hi," you whisper. your voice sounds tiny compared to his.

"you called me," he states.

"..it was an accident. i was.. folding laundry."

"i see."

there's a pause. you can hear faint chatter in the background – he's probably in the locker room.

"you sound.. like i expected."

"and how is that?"

"kind. and a bit terrified right now."

you let out a shaky laugh. "me? never."

"i have to go to practice," he says ever so softly. "but.. i liked hearing your voice."

you smile into the phone. "i liked hearing yours too.. toshi."

"i will text you tonight." before you can utter a goodbye, he hangs up.

you collapse onto your bed, staring at the ceiling.

now you aren't just texting a number anymore.

you're talking to a living, breathing person.

a person with a voice that makes your toes curl.

you're walking past the gym again – actually, lets be honest. you're taking the long way home just to catch a glimpse.

the gym doors fly open.

"BROWNIE GIRL!"

tendou is sprinting toward you, waving his arms like a windmill. behind him, he is walking out at a normal pace, looking slightly exasperated.

you freeze. you can't run this time; tendou is too fast.

"it's you! i knew it!" tendou skids to a stop in front of you, leaning down to look you square in the face. "ushijima is always staring at his screen with this look like he's trying to solve a very intense math problem, but the math problem is love!"

"satori," ushijima booms. he catches up, stepping between you and the redhead. "leave her alone. you're being intrusive."

toshi looks down at you.

"are you okay?" he asks, a genuine look of concern on his face.

"yeah," you squeak. "im fine. just.. laundry. i mean, walking home."

tendou snickers. "laundry.." he scoffs under his breath.

the other man looks at you for a long moment. you notice his eyes are a dark olive, like his hair.

"you're wearing the sweater."

"it's my favorite," you admit, fiddling with a loose thread.

he nods, a tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth. "it suits you. as i said before."

"WAKATOSHI-KUN!" tendou screams. "you're doing it! you're flirting! my eyes! they've never seen such a thing! actually.. she's shown me before.." echo reference??

toshi ignores him entirely. "ill text you later. i have to take satori away before he causes a scene."

"too late for that," you joke. "i've got to go as well."

he actually huffs a small laugh. it's a sound that blesses your ears.

"you're right. goodbye.. eagle bait."

"bye, toshi."

you walk away, feeling his gaze on your back until you turn the corner.

tendou turns to ushijima, grinning. "eagle bait? still?"

"she doesn't mind it. i think."

"you think-"

when you reach the front door, your heart is still trying to beat out of your chest through your throat.

you keep replaying it – the way he looked down at you, the way his voice dropped when he noticed your sweater, and, most importantly, the fact that he laughed.

your phone vibrates again before you even get the chance to take your shoes off.

toshi I apologise for Tendou, he has no sense of personal boundaries. you lol it's fine hes funny :) toshi He's a nuisance sometimes. But.. he wasn't entirely wrong.

you stop mid step, one shoe on, one shoe off.

you about toshi About the way I look at my phone.

friday evening, you're trying to study when a text comes through that isn't a text at all. it's a link to a destination on google maps.

toshi I'm going to a park tomorrow. Not the one with the oak tree. This one is further away, near the river. you okay? are you going to look for squids 😭 toshi No. I'm going for a run.

oh.

oh.

if hes asking u to run w him we cooked asf

toshi I'll be finished at 10am, and there's a bench near the bridge. you waiiit are you asking me to meet you like for real without any distractions or people around toshi I would like to see if you are the same in person as you are over text without Tendou present, if that's what you mean. you wow. rude justice for tendou ill be there toshi Nice 👍 ⤷ you reacted 🥹 to this message toshi ? you nothing toshi Also, I brought a brownie the other day. you you WHAT toshi Yes. It was good, but not as good as the one you brought me. you thats because i sprinkled it with some neighbourly love otw! toshi Oh is that a seasoning? I'll have to try it out you oh gosh ⤷ toshi reacted ? to this message

you arrive at exactly 9:55am. you're wearing a fresh outfit, your hair is actually done, and you've checked your breath, like, five times.

more like fifty.

the park is quiet, the morning mist still clinging to the river. you see a figure running toward the bridge.

he's wearing a black compression shirt and shorts. he slows to a jog, then a walk, as he nears the bench. drenched in sweat, his skin glows in the morning light. he looks like a perfect sculpture come to life.

ushijima stops in front of you, breathing hard. "you came," he says. his voice is a little raspy from the run.

"i said i would," you say, trying to sound cool. you fail miserably. "uhh, nice running?"

toshi wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. "thank you."

a beat, and you stare at eachother awkwardly.

"i realised something," he says, stepping a bit closer.

"what?"

"i don't know your name."

you smile, reaching out and gently poking his arm. damn, his muscles are like rock- "it's l/n. y/n."

he repeats it, testing the weight of the syllables in his mouth. "y/n. it is a good name. better than eagle bait."

you let out an unflattering snort. "i think everything is better than eagle bait."

toshi sits down on the bench, gesturing for you to join him. you sit, and for a while, you both just watch the river flow.

he reaches into his gym bag and pulls out a small, crumpled paper bag. he hands it to you.

inside is a single, slightly squashed chocolate bar. the same one you told him to buy weeks ago.

"i bought it this morning," he says, looking at his feet. "i thought.. maybe we could share it."

you feel a lump rise in your throat.

breaking the bar in half, you hand him the bigger piece. he promptly nudges it back to you and takes the smaller piece.

"to living a little," you say.

"to being neighbors," he replies.

the chocolate is slightly warm and has a papery taste to it, but it's easily one of the best thing you've ever tasted.

you sit on that bench for an hour. you talk about things that aren't volleyball, like how he likes the smell of old books and how you're terrified shitless of spiders.

"i am not afraid of spiders," ushijima says, looking at the remainder of his chocolate. "they're helpful. they eat mosquitoes."

"spoken like a true fearless soldier," you laugh. "but if one crawls on me, i'm using you as a human shield."

he glances at you, expression softening into a lopsided half smile. "i'm a very large shield. you'll be safe."

the.. peace lasts exactly forty eight hours.

by monday lunch, the school is buzzing (gossiping). apparently, someone (tendou) saw (spied) a mystery girl (you) sitting with the ace (ushijima) at the river.

you're trying to blend into the cafeteria wall when a shadow falls over your table. you look up, and it's not toshi.

it's guy with a black bowl cut and a guy with light brown hair, in a slightly more lopsided bowl cut.

"is it you?" the first one asks, pointing a finger at you like he's accusing you of a crime. "are you the one who made ushijima-san eat a brownie?"

"i.. maybe?"

"he hasn't stopped looking at his phone during stretches," the other one says, sounding personally offended.

before you can defend yourself, a hand lands on their heads and pushes them aside.

it's.. toshi!

he looks down at his apparently teammates with a look that would wither a cactus.

"go away," he states. "you are bothering her."

"we just wanted to see if she was real!" black bowl cut squeaks. "tendou-san said she was a forest spirit that lived in an oak tree!"

"uh. clearly im not a forest spirit," you say, finally finding your voice. "im a student."

toshi looks at you, then back at his teammates. "she is y/n."

light hair shrugs. "'kay. cmon goshiki."

they leave, albeit reluctantly.

"i'm going to practice. do you want to walk with me to the gym doors?"

you feel a hundred eyes on you, and you step forward, legs a little shaky.

"sure, toshi. let's go."

toshi Tendou has been banned from my phone. I've changed the passcode. you nah what was it before 😭 0000 toshi No It was 1111 you ..youre so predictable toshi I was joking Predictability is a sign of stability you in what world 🥹 toshi Anyway I have Friday evening free. My coach is attending a conference you are you asking me on a date perchance toshi I am proposing an evening with you. I'd like to go to the cinema. you oh? no documentaries about squids toshi There's a film about a man who survives in the wilderness. It seems logical. you okay it's a date but i get to pick the popcorn seasoning‼️ toshi Yes 👍 But no bacon flavour please. you DO THEY MAKE THAT toshi ... No. you ohhh they do dont they 😼 ⤷ toshi disliked this message

the cinema is oh so very dark and smells of buttered popcorn. you're sitting next to him, and even though you aren't touching, you can feel the heat radiating off him.

he's sitting perfectly upright, staring at the screen.

halfway through the movie, the main character gets lost in a blizzard. ironically, you shiver – the theater is a little cold.

without a word, toshi shifts. he doesn't put his arm around you – that would be too smooth for him. instead, he reaches over, takes your hand, and simply places it on his thigh, covering it with his own massive, warm hand.

"you're cold," he whispers. "this will help."

you bite your lip to keep from giggling. he is such an awkward romantic, and you love it.

you squeeze his hand, and he squeezes back. his hand is rough with callouses from thousands of spikes, yet it's incredibly gentle.

you spend the rest of the movie not watching the screen at all, just focusing on the feeling of his thumb tracing small, absent minded circles on the back of your hand.

when the lights come up and the movie ends, he doesn't let go immediately. he looks at you, eyes thoughtful.

"the movie was.. acceptable," he says.

"was it better than the brownie?" you tease, grinning.

"no. but it is unfair to compare food and entertainment." he says, leaning in. "the company was better than the movie."

you think he might kiss you right there in the cinema, but then his phone buzzes.

yay. cockblocker

( 38 notifications from tendou )

tendou HOW WAS THE MOVIE DID U HOLD HANDS I CAN FEEL THE ROMANCE FROM MY DOOM SOOM ROON ROOM TELL ME EVEYYITMG EVERYTING EVERYTGING ECERTITN fucj EVERYTHING USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI USHIWAKA U S H I J I M A W A K A T O S H I ANSWER MEEEEEEEE ew are u making out OR WORSE.. DOING THE NAUGHTY ‼️‼️ ewwwwwwwww that's naaasty wear protection kids 😏

toshi sighs, deep and weary. "i'm going to change my phone number."

"don't you dare," you laugh, standing up and pulling him toward the exit. "i like my number neighbor right where he is."

it turns out that when the most stoic, volleyball obsessed boy in shiratorizawa starts walking someone to class, people notice. i know! absolute shocker.

you're standing by the school lockers in the morning when you see him. he's, well, hard to miss – he towers over the crowd like a giant.

a group of first year girls is hovering near him, one of them holding a pink envelope.

ah.

"ushijima-senpai!" she chirps, her face bright red. "ive watched all your games! please, take this!"

you pause, feeling a weird, cold prickle in your chest. you've never been the jealous type, but seeing a literal fan club form around your.. you don't know what he is, but! it feels different.

ushijima doesn't take the envelope. he doesn't even look at it LMAO. he's looking over their heads, his eyes scanning the hallway until they land on you.

"i cannot take that," he says to the girl, his voice loud and clear. "it would be an inefficient use of my time, and i am already spoken for."

the hallway goes dead silent. the girl's jaw drops, and her friends giggle awkwardly.

toshi walks straight past them and stops in front of you.

"you're late," he says.

"sorry, captain," you answer, hiding a grin. "i didn't want to interrupt your, erm, fan meeting."

"it was not a meeting. it was disturbance. let us go."

and so the two of you walk off together, leaving the girl and her friends behind, her still clutching the envelope pathetically.

your phone pings during your afternoon break. it's a notification from instagram – you've been tagged in a post.

it's a photo someone took of you and ushijima at the cinema. the two of you walking out, hands briefly brushing.

and.. the comments are a war zone.

@.user1 who is she she looks so plain @.user2 does he even like her? he looks bored asf @.user3 ushijima kun deserves someone more athletic! ↳ @.tendersatoes definitely not you then 😂😂

a lump rises in your throat. you know you shouldn't care what strangers think, but it still hurts.

although tendou's comment does make you crack a smile. seriously, tendersatoes??

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@.Ushijima_Wakatoshi Her name is Y/n. She is not plain, she is observant. And I'm not bored. I'm focused. If you have time to comment on my personal life, you have time to practice on whatever you need to do. You're lacking in discipline. @.Ushijima_Wakatoshi Fuckers. ↳ @.tendersatoes pop off ushiwaka 🤪 CLOCKED BITCHES ↳ @.user2 whatever

you stare at the screen.

toshi just commented a whole paragraph for you.

and on top of that – fuckers.

you toshi did u just flame your uh FANS in the comments toshi I didn't flame them. I provided an objective assessment of their behavior and their priorities. you yeah.. you basically told them to go touch grass toshi Grass is good for them. Are you upset? I can delete the comment, but I think many people have seen it already. you no actually i'm really happy but pls dont get suspended for me toshi If it means I have more time to spend with you, then I welcome it. you TOSHI 🥹🥹 ⤷ toshi liked this message

since the gym is being renovated for two days, ushijima actually has an afternoon off.

you invite him over to your house to study, which mostly consists of you trying to talk about work while he stares at your bookshelves.

"why do you have so many books about people who don't exist?" he asks, picking up one of your romance novels.

"because fiction is fun, toshi! it's about feelings and drama and shit."

he puts it down, then reaches for another one.

you gasp, jumping on his back. "not that one-!"

"drama is just a lack of communication," he says, sitting down on your rug. he's so big that your room suddenly feels half its size.

you sit next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. he freezes for a second before he slowly relaxes, resting his head on top of yours.

"i like your house," he says softly. "it smells like you."

you laugh, the sound muffled against his arm.

ushijima suddenly shifts, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. he opens up your contact info.

"i have changed your name again," he says.

you look at the screen.

it doesn't say 'eagle bait' anymore.

it just says,

y/n ❤️

"the red heart means affection," he says, his face turning a very unnatural shade of pink. "tendou told me it was mandatory for this stage of a relationship."

"for once," you whisper, leaning up to kiss his cheek, "i think tendou is right."

but ushijima turns his head at the last second, catching your lips with his.

"i agree," he says matter of factly once you pull away, then lifts your chin to kiss you again.

called both of my number neighbours once on a dare, one sent me to voicemail and the other was a woman with a child crying in the background. and i was reading the manga the other day and ml ushijima does not talk like a robot all the time 😭 bro fanon ushijima is scary.

genuinely really proud of myself for this one tysm for reading (new top 3 fav unlocked ?!)

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also ! im making this a number neighbour collection/series so lmk through my inbox if reqs are open if u want any other characters with a specific plot, and smau or chatfic :D (if a character's already been done, i won't do it again. at time of this post ive got akaashi, ushijima, oikawa and suna)

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[sugar-petals]

Sub!Levi Headcanon

↳ NOTE. Get the black tea, ladies 💙👀

words. 22,040 goodness gracious

warnings ⚠️ smut, levi x femdom!reader, bdsm, bondage, rough sex, cunnilingus, degradation, loss of virginity, slow burn, some talk about switch!levi, lotta angst but also lotta tea shop romance ♡

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[levisqueenie]

Some Levi Ackerman official arts:

he's my pookie pie <3

[alebrasil0101]

[romantichomicide95]

WHEN LEVI…

⁂ random hot things guys do that i think are levi-coded part l

minors dni contains sfw & nsfw

☼ when he unbuttons the top of his shirt and rolls up his sleeves to clean. jaw set, brows slightly furrowed in focus. he wipes sweat from his temple with the back of his hand, and the veins in his forearms flex when he wrings out the cloth. he catches you staring and pauses, just briefly, giving you a pointed look that makes your stomach flip and those tiny butterflies flutter.

☼ when he’s fucking you slow, one hand gripping the innermost part of your thigh to keep your legs spread while the other is pressed flat against the mattress. you can hear the faint rasp of his breath, the soft drag of it near your ear before he exhales your name in a breathy, groaned curse. and when your pussy clenches just right, he grits his teeth and mutters something low, like he’s trying not to lose it completely.

☼ when you wake up before him and roll over, only to find him already watching you with heavy-lidded eyes. his hand comes up to your waist, rough hands coming around to press against the skin of your stomach. he drags you closer without a word, tucking your head under his chin and closing his eyes again.

☼ when he lifts you onto the counter without asking just grabs you by the waist mid-kiss and sets you down like you weigh nothing. then stands between your legs, hands on either side of your body. he dips his head to trail hot open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

☼ when you’re straddling him on the couch and his hands are secured firmly on your waist. his lips moving against yours in a way that almost seems hungry. he pulls back just enough to look at you and mutters “tch… clingy,”but his grip doesn’t loosen. he doesn’t let you go

☼ when he cuts a guy off mid-sentence for looking at you too long. he doesn’t yell, doesn’t make a scene, just gives a low “watch your eyes”in a tone flat enough to turn the air cold. and the whole room quiets.

☼ when you’ve gotten dressed in a hurry and he silently fixes the collar of your uniform/shirt. he doesn’t break eye contact at first, his fingers linger for a half a second to long and he subtly looks from your eyes, to your lips and back in a way that makes it so you can’t breathe.

☼ when he’s balls deep inside you, one hand holding your wrists above your head. he rolls his hips in just the right way. slow enough that you feel every ridge of his shaft. your voice breaks, body trembling beneath him. a whimpering mess. he mutters “tch, you’re so loud.” but he doesn’t stop. if anything, he fucks you harder.

☼ when he checks your gear before a mission. he doesn’t ask. just steps behind you and starts tightening the straps on your harness with precise movements. his fingers brush your ribs as he adjusts the buckles, than tug once to make sure they’re secure. “too loose,” he mutters. and when he’s done, he steps away without looking at you. like it didn’t make your heart drop to your stomach.

[lysaisland-deactivated20260531]

running to you (running from you)

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There are so many other things from the good, old, terrible days that Levi could miss: Paradis black tea, bitter with a tinge of earthiness; the trees on the old training grounds, or the fireplace in Erwin's office. But, against all things, he misses you.

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chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

tbc ...

[yeontsuki]

his sunshine

𑣲 summary: katsuki bakugo wants your attention. badly. 𑣲 pairing: bakugo x reader (both are U.A students) 𑣲 wc: 2.3k | 𑣲 tags: fluff, is this what you people call 'yearning' and 'pinning'

Katsuki Bakugo is rage incarnate. He shouts and yells like his life depends on it, shaking a fist or two, letting his quirk crackle on his palms like fireworks as show of intimidation and worse of all, he has the snappiest rebuttals in the entirety of human history. Some people compare him to a kettle from all the steam oozing out of his ears and some compare him to a volcano from the way he practically explodes. Attention flocks to him mostly in a negative way and it emboldens him to do even more. 

But you? You might very well be the exact opposite of Katsuki Bakugo. You're a ray of sunlight that pierces through the clouds of ash and soot spewed out by Bakugo the volcano, radiating positivity as you spread sunshine and rainbows onto the dreary land. People sing praises in your name and you can only laugh in response with a kind smile. 

And much to Bakugo's ire, more often than not, you barely react to his show of power or violence. No matter how loudly he growls at you or intrudes your personal space, you'd brush him off with a light hum or a smile of acknowledgement. You're not like the others who bow their head immediately or quake in fear in his presence. To Katsuki Bakugo, it's infuriating. He wants you to react just as the others do and he'll go through multitudes of trials just to squeeze a reaction out of you. 

But somehow, his excessive desire to get a reaction out of you just turns him into a madman pinning and yearning for your attention instead. 

"Look at me." Bakugo barks one day during training class, his palm crackling with miniature explosions. Due to an injury you've suffered during work studies, you're exempted from training and you're often sitting on the sidelines, watching the others and their quirks in action. Bakugo soon develops a habit of disturbing you every time. "Oi, I said look at me! Do you see how much I'm doing?!"

"I am looking." You lie as you gaze at Izuku, distracted by how flashy his black whip is as the green haired boy soars through the air like spiderman with an elated grin on his lips. You think about how useful that quirk is and you're too distracted to notice the look of horror flashing past Bakugo's face when he realises who you're staring at. With another pained growl, Bakugo shoves himself into your vision and you're forced to finally look at him. 

"Stop looking at idiot Deku!" Bakugo roars through gritted teeth, his explosions matching his fury. 

You blink as you think about how oddly possessive Bakugo has been recently. He'd stayed glued to your side all the time and bark every time someone tries to get close to you. At one point another student confessed his love for you and Bakugo chased him halfway across the campus. You weren't that bothered since you're not interested in anyone but you had to admit, it was pretty funny to witness. 

"Bakugo," You say with a light smile, watching as the blonde stiffens in his spot, frenzied eyes fixed on you and no one else. "Why do you want my attention all the time?"

Bakugo stares at you like you've asked him to solve the mystery of the universe. If you stare hard enough, you might notice the tip of his ears slowly turning pink. He opens and closes his mouth like a dumb goldfish repeatedly and before he can answer truthfully, the bell rings signalling the end of the period. Aizawa calls out to Bakugo so he can debrief and dismiss the class and you watch as the blonde is forced to turn away from you as he stomps his way towards the rest of the class. 

You don't really understand why as you prop up your head onto both of your palms, gazing at your classmates who have gathered in front of Aizawa. You notice how Bakugo persistently glares at everyone, hands deep into the pockets of his gym attire. If looks could kill, everyone would have dropped dead by now except for you since you're never really affected by whatever Bakugo does. 

The class is finally dismissed. Your friends join you, chatting loudly about lunch for today. You praise them for their hard work and they beam at you, pleased that someone has recognised their efforts. You and your friends walk towards the cafeteria together and you shake off the feeling of someone digging daggers into your back for you already know who it is. 

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The weeks pass and nothing much happens, really. You've recovered and are fit enough to go back to training alongside the rest of your class. It's a relatively relaxed semester so aside from academics and training, you've started noticing a lot of things concerning Katsuki Bakugo. 

You've noticed that if you're not Bakugo's sparring partner, his moves become a lot more forceful and flashy. And every time he knocks down his sparring partner with a typical victorious war cry, his desperate eyes immediately flock towards you and when he locks gazes with you, he immediately looks away with his lips twitching slightly. 

You've noticed that whenever you study with the rest of the class in the library, Bakugo invites himself to the seat next to you and if someone happens to be occupying that seat, he'll forcefully make it empty so he can sit next to you. He'll point out your mistakes with a scowl, jabbing at your exercise book with a fiery frown before explaining the problem to you in a heated yet hushed voice and then looking at you like he expects a reward in return. And whenever the others ask for help, they'll receive a disgruntled grunt and a firm no in response. 

One day you get a hint about the Katsuki Bakugo mystery. A student from another class has asked you to meet him at the back of the school building and you agree. In the quiet shadows of the dusk tainted earth, he pulls out a letter and offers it to you with a shy smile. "I, uh, like you a lot! Please go out with me!" 

You blink your eyes before you smile warmly. You're no stranger to confessions and politely turning them down every single time. "Ah, sorry, but I'm not interested." 

The student's shoulders slump with a dejected sigh as he looks at you wistfully. "It was worth a shot, I suppose. But it's Katsuki Bakugo, isn't it?" 

"What do you mean?" You ask, curious. 

"Well, he clearly has a thing for you." The student's voice drops to a low whisper as he looks around, suddenly nervous. "He's always trying to get your attention and he treats you extra differently." 

You hum as you think about it. You have noticed this strange attitude towards you but you never thought too much about it, shrugging it off as special Katsuki Bakugo behaviour. "Nah, I don't think so. He doesn't seem like a person that will fall in love when he's too busy trying to be first in everything." 

"He wants to be first so you'll look at him. That's just what I think." The student shrugs before he grins at you. The two of you exchange a few more words and you watch as he runs off, still joyful even though you've turned down his confession. 

You ponder over the student's words about Bakugo wanting you to look at him, musing silently for a few seconds. You finally decide that there's no point constantly mulling over it and decide to ask Katsuki Bakugo directly when the time is right. 

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The right time finally presents itself in the form of a late night chance encounter in the kitchen of the dorm building. You're finally taking a break after late night revision and wander into the kitchen for a refresher, only to see Bakugo lingering in the kitchen. The moment you lock eyes with him, Bakugo looks away like he's been zapped. The kitchen grows still as you put your cup down onto the counter and approach Bakugo who shrinks backwards. 

"What are you doing?" You ask in a soft voice and with a light smile. "I thought you slept early." 

"Just— I don't know." Bakugo mutters, raising a hand to cover the lower half of his face and refusing to look at you. You take another step forward and Bakugo flattens his back against the counter top. 

"Couldn't sleep?" You ask, tilting your head and curious for you have never seen Bakugo this flustered before. 

"M-Maybe." He continues muttering a low voice that breaks apart at the edges before sneaking a glance at you and looking away immediately. "What are you doing here?"

"Just needed a drink." You say nonchalantly, pointing at your cup before you smile at Bakugo again and turn away from him. Before you can even walk towards your cup to grab it, a warm palm wraps itself around your wrist and a muffled sound of surprise leaves your lips as Bakugo yanks you forward straight into his chest. His arms snake around your waist possessively, pulling you deeper into his embrace and caging you in with no chance to escape. 

You blink, stunned. You know Bakugo has a knack for being bold and aggressive towards everyone else but he has never showed it towards you until now. His heartbeats pound against your ribcage, rattling it profusely and his fingers curve into your pliant skin. The stillness of the kitchen has never been so loud, echoing quietly in your ears. 

"Bakugo?" You whisper breathlessly as you raise a hand to touch his arm that is wrapped around you lightly. He shudders at your touch. "What's gotten into you?" 

And much to your surprise, Bakugo lets out a puppy whine beside your ear as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, pulling you in impossibly close. And after a few beats, he finally answers in a ragged whisper, still refusing to let you go. 

"You… You never look at me."

"But I do look at you." You reply softly and receive a soft whimper of denial from the blonde, his lips ghosting your bare neck. 

"No. It's different. You look at me like I'm just a stain on your existence but you look at others like you actually care about them enough to ask. People keep calling you sunshine but I don't feel the warmth from you. None of it is for me. It's not fair, it's not…" Bakugo finally raises his head, crimson eyes swimming with desperation and need as he flattens his imaginary puppy ears. He lets out another strangled sound and paws at you, needy hand roaming all over your waist. "Why do you admire Izuku's quirk so much? What about my quirk? I can be so much better than him!"

You laugh softly and raise a hand to put it onto Bakugo's head gently. You see the moment his brain short-circuits from your touch, eyes growing wide and jaw falling apart. 

"I do think you're better at everything than anyone, that's why I didn't think there was a need to really look at you." You murmur with a gentle smile. "But I suppose I was wrong?"

Bakugo just whines pitifully at you in response. He looks so sad, you can't help but chuckle as he ruffle his hair.

"I'm curious, do you like me by any chance?" You ask. Bakugo melts with your touch and it takes him a full thirty seconds to regain his senses to answer with a frantic nod of his head. 

"I want you." Bakugo whines again, arms still firmly wrapped around your waist and fingers kneading your skin. You're certain his grip is going to leave faint marks on your body tomorrow. "You've been driving me crazy for months and I— I just can't stand it anymore. I hate it when other guys confess to you, I hate it when you praise other people instead of me, I hate it when you don't share you warmth with me. Please… Please give me a chance and be my sunshine. Please?" 

"You don't need to ask." You murmur, cradling Bakugo's cheek with one palm as his imaginary puppy tail swishes about frantically. In the silence of midnight, your lips meet with Bakugo's warm lips in a soft yet passionate kiss and oh, how Bakugo burns for you. You feel the moment his breath hitches in his throat and every single fibre of his muscles tenses immediately before he makes a sound of utter desperation like a starved man now granted a single inch of salvation as he drinks up your kiss greedily. 

Bakugo pants, his breaths short and ragged, cheeks flushed red with an intensity beyond his quirk. He stares at you, pupils dilating and fingers contracting around your skin before he whimpers quietly and begs you with his quivering eyes and parched voice. "One more… please?"

You indulge him, cupping both of his cheeks with both palms as you kiss him gently again, imprinting the shape of his lips into a memory sealed in amber. His voice breaks into silence as he kisses you back with twice as much passion. 

"Shit." Bakugo rasps, delirious and drunk from your kisses alone as he stares up at you with partially glazed eyes. "Been wanting this… for so long… My head hurts…" 

"You might pass out at this rate." You giggle quietly and Bakugo groans, dropping his head onto your shoulder. Even without placing a hand on his pulse, you can feel just how fast his heart is and you wouldn't be surprised if he gets a heart attack. You take his hand and try to unwrap yourself from his clutches. "Come on, little puppy. Let's go to my room. You need to rest." 

a/n: needy bakugo intrigues me

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[tteokdoroki]

Yk when they say if you’re grinding your hips during riding it’s for you and if you’re bouncing it’s for him? Yeah bakugou doesn’t care in fact he would rather your grind and roll your hips on him cause he gets to see you fall apart

🛞 NEED A RIDE?  ✩  katsuki bakugou .ᐟ

🏁 pit stop ! 𖦹 pro hero dynamight's fatal flaw is his inability to keep his hands off you and when he finally manages to lure you away from the hero gala and back to his car for the journey home, you end up taking him for a ride. (2K)

🏁 safety car ! ⋆ not safe for work ⋆ smut ⋆ eighteen plus only. pro hero au, canon compliant, established relationship, spit, creampies, car sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, squirting, bakugou just likes to watch his girl have fun, reader is wearing a dress !! pro hero bakugou & pro hero fem reader.

── © tteokdoroki ╱ 2026.

dynamight’s one fatal flaw, is that can’t keep his hands off of you. never for very long. it’s not always sexual, sometimes it’s a hand in yours for reassurance, one on your thigh to let you know he’s there, one at the small of your back to help manoeuvre you through crowds and prying press. though tonight, it really is the latter.

dressed to the nines for some charitable hero event, the blonde couldn’t help but paw at your doughy hips and perfect thighs over the designer dress that you wore. all black and orange and dynamight colours — a slit high on your thigh. of course he was hard. of course he wanted to touch you. the whole evening was hell on earth, pure torture watching you flounce about in fancy fabric and smile for cameras you’d never met. so yes, katsuki bakugou absolutely pulled over his car somewhere secluded on the way home and dragged you into the backseat with him.

the bedroom nearly half an hour away couldn’t wait for this.

now you’re on top of him, riding him, straddling that tiny waist. now he’s touching you. everywhere on everything — the curve of your breast as your sleeve slips lower. the back of your neck when you reach down to kiss him, uncoordinated and giddy. your tummy, where you take him and he bulges from his thickness and the small of your back just to keep you close.

“ride me so good sweetheart, know that?” katsuki glances upwards with a spark lost in his vermillion eyes, the kind you get when you see the stars for the first time. he thinks he might be high, words strung together to form praise slipping out before he has much time to think — large hands squeezing your hips. “love the way you bounce on it, throwin’ it back like you fucking own me.”

he’s got your dressed hiked up enough to feel some skin, toying with the supple flesh at your waist with dangerously rough and explosive hands — but you handles you like you’re a precious porcelain doll. delicate. something to be cherished and admired, like the pro hero does from underneath.

“‘m tired, kats…” you huff, looking so dazed as your head rolls back between your shoulders — vacant eyes going with them. like you’re barely conscious. like you’re losing it. through his unfairly long lashes and hooded blood current eyes, katsuki admires the pearlescent sheen to your skin, a mix of saltine sweat and the body shimmer your stylists had lathered on you earlier. you’ve always been pretty, your beauty rivals that of the moon, but the blonde thinks you’re most pretty when you get lost in the motions. swaying above him, bouncing up and down to the point where your cunt let’s out a crude suctioning sound every time she swallows the stretch of him back in.

he hums, pawing at your doughy hips and fleshy thighs, fixing the strap of your dress as it slips down your bare shoulder. “then stop, lemme take over, baby.” he offers gruffly against your shoulder whilst he sits up — plush pink lips leaving kiss against your skin. bakugou sucks in a breath, choking on the air that rushes in as your walls wavelet around him hungrily.

“but i— ” biting down on your lower lip, you exhale carefully with your brain all happily fuzzy and your soul alight with katsuki’s explosive spark. “wanna ride you, feels nice on top of you.” you explain cutely, clenching down on the diameter of his leaky bulbous tip, loving the way it kisses those sweet spots along your ribbed walls. you keep him trapped inside.

for a moment, you pause, hips stuttering as you try to regain the strength to go on. bakugou’s calloused fingertips traverse your spine and land at your ass, holding you on his cock — shallowly fucking you with the tip as you bask in the weight of him stretching you out. “sit down.” he goads you with a slick rasp, pressing his sweaty forehead to yours. you’re still so sensitive from the work you’ve put in, close to the edge of bliss and falling over it. the blonde hero leans up, nipping your cheeks with no real bite. “grind on it for me.”

“wh— but what about…?” you question shyly through a pout. people say it never feels as good for the guy when you’re grinding on his dick, but you forget that katsuki only ever cares about your pleasure. you’ve always come first to him.

red eyes watch in amusement as you try to control the tears warping your vision, need and frustration coursing through you. “baby, pretty girl. i’m yours,” he whispers with that husky, sexy voice that has your belly erupting with butterflies. “use me, take what you want.” the more katsuki encourages you; the more you find the strength to lift your weight from his lap and peel your hips back — already missing the way the prominent veins decorating his cock; feel nestled against your insides. “w-worry about me later, just wanna make it good for you.” he just barely choked on a moan before you’re slamming yourself back down against him, a wet slap resounding through the sleek black porsche that rocks with the momentum of hot, passionate sex.

pride flickers within the maroon strokes to his eye colour, bakugou admiring you as you switch a desperate rhythm of swirling your hips over him feverishly, forcefully. it’s so much better this way, his achingly hot cock continuously jamming against that one particular spot whilst also churning up your gummy insides just the way you like. you throw your arms around bakugou’s thick neck in an attempt to keep yourself seated in his lap, his slacks burning deliciously against the backs of your thighs as a result of the friction. your gaze becomes misty and katsuki’s haughty moans become murky — breathes of exertion and delight coasting against your skin, as you jerk your hips back and forth, swollen mound streaming with sweet juices all over him.

a pink tint glows underneath the surface of katsuki’s golden skin, the blood carrying lustful hormones through his system begin to coagulate at his cheeks, the back of his neck and the tips of his ears in the form of a blush. with you barely pulling off of him, languidly rolling your pussy over his meaty shaft — a sticky glaze coats the blonde’s thick thighs and sinks into the polyester of his pants, leaving behind a scent he longs to carry with him for weeks.

“o-oh katsuki,” you mewl into the heavy hormone dusted air, drawing attention to the angelic contours of your face. “gosh, i don’t think i can…fuck!” slurring over sentences that don’t make sense, you reach for the headrest your boyfriend slumps against. he lazily circles his hips upwards to meet the languid flow of your grinding, because he can tell that you’re drowning and almost unable to take anymore. fat beads of his precum bead between your sore thighs like pearls, because nothing feels better than watching you fall to pieces above him like angel falling from heaven.

your body won’t let him go, your dripping mound keeps him warm and safe — pulling the blonde into the steps of intense, dreamy sex. his painfully red cockhead stays married to your g-spot because you’ve positioned yourself to make sure it hits deep, dotting your own line of sight with sparks of euphoria.

“god, you’re close aren’t you? gonna make yourself cum on my fucking cock?” bakugou ask you in a rough voice. tight and stretched with arousal. adoringly, his gaze snakes downwards to where the fabric of your dress bunches at your waist and his milky white dick disappears into your perfect, soaked pussy. his equally rough fingertips dart from your ass to your nether lips, thumb tacking to your clit to rub in tantalising circles and shapes. “just like that baby, grind on me. make yourself feel good on me.”

ecstasy slips into your veins with a chill but does nothing to soothe the white hot throb between your legs as you swivel your messy, precum streaked hole back and forth, back and forth over katsuki’s length. when you lunge forward, capturing his sweaty Cupids bow and soft lips between your own, his hips canter up quickly — easily kissing the pleasure spots you can barely reach with your own fingers. “so fuckin’ pretty, look at you go, gorgeous,” the wrecked and mighty pro hero dynamight heaves, once you pull apart snd the rope of saliva snaps between your open mouths. breathing hot and heavy. “take what you need, just wanna see you fuckin’ cum. see you feel so fucking good. use me baby.”

his plea makes you move faster, clench and squeeze and buck harder and in the meantime, a sheet of sweat layers over katsuki’s body — drops between his golden delicious pecs and over his abs until his baby hair is pinned to the back of his neck. you reach for it, wring your fingers through soft blonde as leverage to hump his thick, cock as it froths opaque white at your entrance. your lips barely graze on another’s, despite the proximity, only damp with the warm breath that condenses against them — the result of panting into one another’s mouths as they fall open with hearty moans.

bakugou then grabs at the fat of your ass uses his grip as leverage to hoist you up and down on his girth — viscous honey seeping from your core obscenely whilst slamming you down on the curve of his shaft. “lemme help you. gush on that cock baby,” everything is so messy, a mix of arousal splattering everywhere as the blonde pro hero jackhammers into you with a speed fast enough to give you whiplash. “can tell by the way you’re squeezin’ me, like you’re gonna milk me in the back of this fuckin’ car.”

you tip forward, leaning your weight on your palms that press against bakugou’s chest and torso. your nails dig into his expensive linen shirt. nearly ripping it. neither of you care. “f-fuck, katsuki. suki,” orgasmic waves start to roll through you, the car creaking and squealing the wilder your movements become. your clit smears all over his hipbone, painting him with your essence and the frothy white streaks over your ravaged pussy lips in a claim. staining your dress too. “o-oh god, feel so hot. like ‘m gonna burst.” your thighs squish together, practically touching despite how you straddle katsuki because you’re not sure you can handle the strikes of ecstasy tingling down your spine.

it’s nearly embarrassing, how your hood stutter above dynamight’s and your cunt squirts little streams of nectar each time the blonde is able to bully himself further along your welcoming walls. wailing out, you slump against his broad shoulder, too weak to hold yourself up but strong enough to swirl your hips down on his dick one last time.

“chase that feelin’ sweetheart, you’re right there,” katsuki’s rough palms ensnare your wrists — thumb pressing into your pulse points. “‘m right here with you.”

that’s all you need to hear, all it takes for the world around you to blur into a flashing white. static rings in your ears and your brain actually falters like a video game with a persistent lag. a scream rips through your entire body, shooting from the base of your lungs to your throat as you squirt hard on katsuki — quivering and gargling on a whine.

whatever you leak pools on the blonde’s dress pants and down to the leather seats of his car but the aftershocks of your high throw him into his own and before you know it, bakugou is cumming too. white ropes of seed spill into you, lining your perfect cunt with his claim. what doesn’t stay inside catches on your evening gown — but it’s not like either of you are paying attention.

“f-fuck,” katsuki gasps, blinking like his vision’s gone black. “fuck, you’re so hot.”

you grin against his neck from where you’ve hidden yourself in it, catching your breath, fixing your dress. “so are you,” you mumble and kiss his cheek. “made a mess of your car.”

“won’t cost shit to get it fixed up,” bakugou nuzzles into you. “‘n besides, watchin’ you ride it, watching you fall apart for me… makes the bill totally worth it.”

he’d be right, because katsuki would pay millions to have you fuck him like that again — even if it feels better for you than it does for him.

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[everrinsly]

haikyuu!! | olympic team shenanigans.

includes a stressed momager, sweet chaos, and protective squad energy with team japan + crack level writing.

part 1. miscalculated block with hinata. fluff.

જ⁀🏐🇯🇵hinata takes a block to the face and gets pampered by team japan's favorite human (you)!

part 2. fake injuries with the bois. fluff.

જ⁀🏐🇯🇵team japan is unhappy with hinata's said pampering session.

the weirdo quick and the real mvp. fluff.

જ⁀🏐🇯🇵hinata and kageyama aren't in sync. guess who comes to the rescue (you)!

missing shoes, olympics version. fluff.

જ⁀🏐🇯🇵hinata loses his shoes... again.

big, stong olympic babies. fluff.

જ⁀🏐🇯🇵it's time for team japan's routine anti-doping testing. unfortunately, your boys are scared of needles.

a kitagawa daiichi reunion, table wars, and dramatic setters in the dining hall. fluff.

જ⁀🇯🇵🏐🇦🇷oikawa makes his presence... and steals you away. your boys are absolutely crashing out.

bonus stories: additional fun, little pieces that relate to story above (a kitagawa daiichi reunion, table wars, and dramatic setters in the dining hall). protective foxy instincts, poor foxy judgments. fluff. જ⁀🇯🇵🏐🦊the inarizaki boys are in disarray when a korean player asks for directions to the restroom. p.s. unhinged chaos at the international scale where authorities were this close to being called. (follows the part where you mentioned the inarizaki boys filed a kidnapping report during the asian championships).

2x spicy buldak... and ref, do something! fluff.

જ⁀🏐🇯🇵team japan tries the spicy noodle challenge on their lunch break... only to realize they have a game against the team that gave them the buldak... sabotage—?!

the chocolate shop. fluff.

જ⁀🏐🇯🇵team japan visits tendou! and of course, chaos ensues in his chocolate shop.

special delivery. fluff.

જ⁀🏐🇯🇵when the onigiri man visits team japan and brings the flavor in a court full of sweat! (p.s. atsumu loses his cool).

behind the lights. fluff.

જ⁀🏐🇯🇵team japan's photoshoot for the billboards is run by one person and one person only... you! (or alternatively, your boys can't get dressed, so you do it for them).

why you should never stand near atsumu's serves and how team japan babies you. fluff.

જ⁀🏐🇯🇵cue the most dramatic apology in volleyball history (inspired by yuji nishida).

[miss-todobaku]

HOW KATSUKI BAKUGO YEARNS

The "Extra" Observation

Bakugo isn't the type to write letters, but he is a master of observation. He yearns by memorizing the smallest, most "useless" details about you. He knows exactly how you take your coffee, which pens you prefer, and the specific face you make right before you’re about to sneeze. To him, these aren't just facts; they are high-priority intel he uses to make sure you’re always taken care of before you even have to ask.

Competitive Proximity

If you aren't paying attention to him, he’ll find a way to make himself impossible to ignore. This usually manifests as him "happening" to train in the same area as you or sitting nearby while aggressively doing homework. He won't say a word, but he’ll be hyper-aware of your presence. If you finally look up and catch his eye, he’ll immediately scowl and bark out a "What are you looking at, Extra?"—which is Bakugo-speak for "Please keep looking at me."

Physical Tension and "The Grip"

Bakugo expresses a lot of his internal turmoil through physical tension. When he’s yearning for you, he’s usually walking with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, shoulders tight. If you ever actually touch him like grabbing his forearm or bumping shoulders he’ll go dead silent. His palms might even let off tiny, involuntary pops of smoke because his heart rate spiked so fast.

Silent Protection

When you're in a group, his eyes are almost always tracking your position. If someone is being too loud or annoying near you, he’s the first one to shut them down, usually with an explosion or a threat. He wants to be your shield, but he wants to do it so seamlessly that you don't even realize he’s doing it.

[showhay]

microdose - KUROO T.

you’re my ecstasy when you’re next to me.

timeskip!kuroo tetsurō x f!reader you surprise your long distance bf!kuroo and instantaneously give him a cardiac arrest.

​the thing about kuroo is that he has always been a little bit of a menace. not the ‘i’ll set your house on fire’ kind of menace, but the ‘i will stare at you across a gymnasium until you feel the heat of my gaze through your uniform’ kind.

​when he first saw you at that away game, his brain basically short-circuited into a single, high-frequency hum. you were power-walking across the court with a clipboard, looking like the most beautiful, stressed-out person in miyagi, and he was a goner. he didn’t even try to be cool. well, he tried, but he mostly just ended up leaning against walls in your peripheral vision, looking like a tall, lanky gargoyle who had been struck by lightning.

​he spent the next few months yearning with the intensity of a victorian widow waiting for a ship to return from sea. it was pathetic, really. kenma would be trying to play a boss fight and kuroo would be sighing into his palms, wondering if you liked apple juice or orange juice better. he was gentle about it, though. he never wanted to crowd you. he just wanted to be near you, like a moth circling a very pretty, very confused lamp.

​then came the fukurodani summer camp. the heat was melting everyone’s brains, but kuroo was on a mission. on the final night, under the cicada-heavy air, he cornered you, not in a scary way, but in a ‘my knees are actually shaking’ way.

​“look,” he had started, his voice cracking like a middle schooler’s. “i know we live hundreds of kilometers apart. i know i’m just a guy from tokyo with hair that defies the laws of physics—but a very handsome one—and a laugh that sounds like a hyena having a mid-life crisis. but if you don’t let me be your boyfriend, i think i might actually wither away like a neglected houseplant. i’ve got it bad. i’ve got it so bad that i’ve started liking karasuno’s black and orange team uniforms just because i saw that they also got you a custom one. please. give me a chance. i’ll be the best. i’ll be so good you can boss me around anytime, and i’d say thank you.”

​it was the longest, most desperate, most strangely poetic ramble you’d ever heard. you melted faster than an ice cube on the pavement, pulled him down by his collar, and kissed the rambling right out of him.

𓏵

​fast forward to the present, and the long-distance thing? kuroo handled it like a man that has the spirit of a thousand devoted golden retrievers.

​three hundred kilometers is a lot for some people, but for kuroo, it was just a distance he could bridge with excessive delivery orders. you’d mention a craving for strawberry shortcake at 2:00 pm, and by 4:00 pm, a delivery driver would be at your door in miyagi with a box from the best bakery in town and a note that said: ‘eat up, my beautiful treasure. i’m currently hugging my pillow and pretending it’s you.’

​he sent you flowers for no reason. he sent you ‘thinking of you’ care packages that were 90% snacks and 20% hoodies he’d worn for three days straight so they smelled like him. his letters were the worst, long, sappy, ink-smudged manifestos of his devotion.

​but lately, the ‘jokes’ had started.

​“you know,” he’d say over facetime, lounging on his couch in a tank top that showed off way too much shoulder, “the guest room in my apartment is looking really lonely. it’s actually crying. i heard it sob today. it said, ‘tetsu, why isn’t she living here yet?’ and i didn’t have an answer.”

​then he’d show you the room. he’d turned it into a sanctuary. your favorite candles were on the nightstand. the bookshelves were stocked with your favorite series. the bedding was the exact shade of the color you once mentioned you liked. he was actively luring you. he was baiting the trap with high-thread-count sheets and domestic stability.

​and god, you were hungry for the bait.

​saturday night. tokyo.

​kenma, the unsung hero of your romantic life, had been your inside man. he’d driven you from the station, mocking kuroo’s ‘pining puppy’ energy the entire way.

​“he’s going to lose his mind,” kenma muttered as he pulled up to the lavish apartment complex. “he’s been moping all day because you didn’t text him back. he thinks you’re mad. he’s probably currently staring at a wall in silence.”

​kenma helped you get your bags to the door, rang the bell, and then evaporated into thin air like a ninja. he didn’t want to be there for the sheer amount of sap that was about to occur.

​you stood there, heart hammering against your ribs. you heard footsteps. heavy ones. the door swung open and there he was, kuroo, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that said science is cool, looking absolutely dejected.

​“kenma, if you’re here to tell me i’m being dramatic about the lack of texts, i—”

​he stopped. his jaw practically hit the floorboards. his eyes darted from your face to the suitcases at your feet, then back to your face. for a solid ten seconds, he looked like he’d forgotten how to breathe.

​he didn’t scream. he didn’t cheer. instead, he moved with a surreal, robotic sort of calm. he reached out, took your bags with hands that were visibly trembling, and stepped aside to let you in. he was so quiet it was actually terrifying.

​“tetsu?” you whispered, your nerves finally bubbling over. “are you… okay?”

​he set the bags down in the middle of the living room and turned to face you. the ‘calm’ facade shattered instantly. his hands were shaking so hard he had to shove them into his pockets, but then he took them out because he couldn’t stop himself from reaching for you.

​he lunged, not to tackle you, but to fold himself around you like you were the last source of oxygen on the planet. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hitching in ragged, heavy bursts.

​“you didn’t text me,” he choked out, his voice thick and wobbly. “i thought… i thought you were tired of me. i was sitting here planning how to drive to miyagi at midnight just to check if you still liked my face. and then i open the door and you’re here. with bags. tell me those bags mean what i think they mean.”

​“i’m moving in, tetsu,” you murmured, rubbing his back. “i’m staying.”

​a sound escaped him, a jagged, pathetic little sob-laugh. he pulled back just enough to frame your face in his large, warm palms. his eyes were wet, sparkling with a level of adoration that felt almost heavy.

​“i love you so much it’s actually embarrassing,” he rambled, his words tripping over each other. “i was so scared. i was genuinely terrified that i’d finally annoyed you into silence. but you’re here. in my house. you’re going to be in that room i decorated. you’re going to be in my kitchen. i’m going to see you every morning? i’m going to wake up and you’ll just… be there? i don’t think you understand. i’m going to be the most annoying roommate in history. i’m never letting you leave this apartment. i’ll lock the door and throw the key into the sumida river. i’ll be your personal chef, your foot massager, your bodyguard, anything.”

​he kissed you then, and it wasn’t a ‘welcome home’ kiss. it was a ‘i have been starving for you and finally, i am full’ kiss. it tasted like relief and far too much caffeine.

​he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours, his chest still heaving. “i have the guest room ready, but just so you know, my bed is much bigger and i have a heated blanket. just a suggestion. a humble proposal from your very desperate, very relieved boyfriend.”

​you laughed, feeling the vibration of his own chuckles against your lips. kuroo was a lot of things, a dork, a former captain, but standing there in his living room, he was mostly just a man who had successfully trapped his favorite person in the world, and he looked like he’d just won the olympics, the lottery, and a lifetime supply of your attention all at once.

ps. you didn’t sleep in the guest room that night, or any other night for that matter.

n: all i could think about while writing this is his back, like mmm back muscles..

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iloveu

[bfbkg]

CLINGY!

— established relationship, fluff, short

you’re bakugou katsuki’s first girlfriend, first relationship, first anything romantic ever.

one evening while you guys are just laying together on his sofa, arm around your shoulders watching a movie, he asks randomly, “d’you think i’m clingy?”

he doesn’t really have a frame of reference since he’s never been in a relationship before. does he text you too much? ask to hang out too much? he does always find a way to touch you now you both are official.

you carelessly shrug, biting down on a cookie, “sorta. but i like it, it’s cute.”

bakugou stares, mouth gaped at the tv not consuming anything. he didn’t think he actually was, didn’t think you’d so easily just say he is? and he’s got so many questions to ask you, that he just lands on a screeching, “how!?”

you’re munching away, looking up at him like this is a normal conversation and hasn’t changed bakugou’s entire outlook on your relationship.

“well, when i’m with you, you never let me out of your sight for a second. when we were at izuku’s i went to the bathroom and just as i sat down you sneaked in behind me.”

“why didn’t you lock the door then?” he grunts.

“because i knew you’d follow me!”

bakugou sighs as if pained, “what else?”

“okay so following me everywhere, you would hang out daily with me if i could. have me waiting in your apartment for you to come home. also you call just to ask me things that could be texted.”

bakugou slowly breathes out his nose. an innocent little whisper, “just feel like hearin’ your voice during the day.”

seeing how noticeably troubled he is you sit up to face him properly, “i never said this is a bad thing, dummy. i love it like i love you. it’s cute you can’t live without me.”

“and?”

your grin covers your entire face, “you’re also always touching me somehow. you’re like equally not into pda but into it at the same time. linking our fingers in public, hand on my back. always have your hand on my thigh if we’re sitting or you drag me onto your lap. your head on my shoulder, you do that one a lot.”

you’re laughing at him now. remembering comments his friends would make to you. that they’ve never seen him like this with a woman. that they wouldn’t expect him to be all over you like this. you like having bakugou katsuki obsessed with you. who wouldn’t?

he tackles you back into the sofa in a hug, his face stuffed down your neck, “fuck. fuck.”

he’s not going to change his behaviour, he does like having you around and you did say you like his stupid calls during the day.

he kisses your neck as you squirm to get your arms out from under him.

“let me hug you back!”

“tell me when you start findin’ it annoyin’. i heard that it’s things you find cute at the beginning that get annoyin—,”

you roll your eyes, pulling your arms out from under him, “shut up,” you drawl and he pokes his cheek with his tongue in silence. he narrows his eyes at you, waiting for your next words. nobody would be able to tell him to be quiet, aside from you.

you manage to get your arms out, wrapping them around his neck as he hovers over you. “i love you katsuki. never change.”

he nods sharply, looking away for a moment until the unnamed force that connects you both to drag his eyes back to yours.

he pouts, grumbles under his breath. “yeah, i won’t. love you too.”

“now am i clingy, do you think?”

bakugou scoffs, “not as much as me apparently.”

“all your friends think you’re clingy too.”

“what the fuck? they say that to you?”

you giggle, looking up at him with these pretty shiny eyes and he can smell the sugar on your breath from those cookies, “sometimes we’d do a countdown for when you’re about to appear beside me and you always come back to me quicker than we expect.”

the massive pro hero whines, “for fucks sake. how about i never speak to you in public? always on the opposite ends of the table. i won’t even take you home after, huh?”

you peck his lips softly, “no.”

he hangs his head. he’d never be able to do all of that. you’re always his favourite in a room, “yeah, you’re right. at least i’d be able to find you if you get kidnapped or somethin’.”

you slap his arm, “don’t even say that!”