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 youâre 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 heâs born into. because who else should carry such a wretched thing if not the very person youâve chosen to haunt?
what a fool heâs 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.
the longing reconnection between you and katsuki during an event after he decided his pro hero work was more important. heâs completely vulnerable & surprisingly yearning⊠for you.
timeskip pro hero bakugo x fem!reader suggestive !!
time has a way of sanding things downâ 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 theyâre trying to decide which version of you theyâre allowed to perceive and want.
youâre so used to being perceived, unfortunately, and wanted.
itâs a quiet truth, one you learned to carry without arrogance. eyes linger, hands hover, voices soften when they say your name. thereâs something about youâ 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 stillâ you feel him before you see him.
katsuki bakugo doesnât 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, itâs like the room rearranges itself around himânoise 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 heâs already decided something and the world just hasnât caught on yet.
his gaze finds you immediately, it doesnât wander, doesnât hesitate, and doesnât 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 youâve lived without himâhow 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.
katsukiâs 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. itâs an old habit, that distanceâ intimate without being improper. his voice, when he speaks, is lower than you remember, steadier.
âdidnât think youâd be here.â
you tilt your head, âyou always say that.â
âyeah,â he replies, gaze never leaving your face. âand you always prove me wrong.â
thereâs 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. youâre aware of itâ the whispers, the curiosity, the silent calculations of who you belong to, who youâll leave with, whoâs allowed to stand this close.
katsuki notices too, and his jaw tightens, âthey still starinâ,â he mutters, just for you to hear.
you smile faintly, âthey always do.â
his eyes darken. âyeah. thatâs the problem.â
you should laugh, deflect, remind him that this isnât his place, that whatever existed between you lives in the past. but the truth settles heavy and warm in your chestâ 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.
âwalk with me,â he says, already turning.
itâs 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 heâs giving himself a second to get his words rightâ something you know has never come easily to him.
âi see the way people look at you,â he says finally. âalways have.â
you glance at him. âand?â
âand it pisses me off,â he admits, blunt and honest. ânot âcause they want youâthatâs obviousâ but âcause they think they know what that means, what you mean.â
he turns to you then, fully, expression intense but controlled. âthey want the idea of you. the way you shine. the way you make âem feel when you smile at âem, but they donât know you.â
your breath catches, your spine stiffening just a little, âyou think you do?â you ask quietly.
his answer comes without hesitation, âyeah. i do.â
he steps closer; the space disappears. âi know how quiet you get when youâre overwhelmed. i know the way you hold your breath before you say somethinâ honest. i know how you hate beinâ treated like somethinâ fragile when youâre anythinâ but that.â
his voice lowers, rough with something unguarded. âi know what you need.â
your heart stutters.
âeverybody here wants you,â katsuki continues. âi can feel it. see it. hell, theyâre probably thinkinâ about it right now.â his mouth curvesânot quite a smile. âbut they donât get to have you just âcause they want you.â
his hand lifts, stopping just short of your waist. a question, a restraint that feels more intimate than touch.
âiâm not here to borrow you,â he says. âiâm here âcause i never stopped choosinâ you.â
you close your eyes for a moment, letting that truth settleâthe years apart, the distance, the longing you taught yourself not to name. when you open them again, heâs still there. steady, waiting.
your hand finds his wrist, grounding. âyou always were so arrogant,â you murmur.
he exhales a soft, humorless laugh. âyeah. but iâm not wrong.â âand this time, you donât let it end there. you draw back just enough to look at him. really look at him. âyou left,â you say, voice calm but unguarded. âyou decided being the best mattered more than staying.â
his jaw tightens immediately, âi decided beinâ the best was the only way i could ever deserve you,â katsuki snapsâthen catches himself, breath sharp. âi wasnât gonna stand next to you as an extra. not when the whole world was watchinâ, not when i knew i could be more.â
you scoff quietly, shaking your head. âyou didnât even ask if i wanted that.â
his eyes flash. âyou think i didnât know youâd wait?â
that lands harder than anger.
âi didnât want you waitinâ,â he continues, voice lower now, controlled but tight. âi wanted to come back untouchable, untouchable enough that no one could look at you and think they had a shot.â
your chest tightens, âso you disappeared.â
âso i worked,â he corrects. âbled for it, earned it.â his gaze drops to you, fierce and intent. âi told myself when i came back, iâd be someone who could stand here and say iâm the best choice, no excuses.â
silence stretches between you.
âyou donât get to decide what i needed,â you say softly. âyou donât get to leave and come back like i was some prize youâd win later.â
his breath hitchesâjust once, âmaybe,â he admits, quieter, âbut i came back anyway.â
he doesnât pull you in right away. thatâs the cruelest part.
he stays closeâclose enough that every breath feels sharedâ but he still doesnât rush you. katsukiâs restraint has always been hard-won, earned through scraped knuckles and lessons learned the ugly way. with you, itâs something else entirely, reverence, control. the understanding that whatever this is, it isnât something heâs allowed to mishandle.
his thumb shifts at your waist, subtle, grounding. like heâs reminding himself youâre real, that this moment isnât just another thing he wants badly.
âfuck,â he exhales. âyou have any idea what you do to me?â
âlike you could ruin me if you wanted,â he admits, voice low, stripped of its usual edge. âand you wouldnât even have to try.â
the words hang heavy between you. his thumb presses in just slightlyâanchoring himself, keeping his hands honest, reminding himself this isnât something he can just take.
katsuki bakugo stands there like a man braced against a tide. the space feels too full of youâyour presence settling into him like something familiar and dangerous. heâs loud with everyone else, explosive, impatient. but here, with you this close, heâs quiet in a way that trembles.
âeverybodyâs always lookinâ,â he mutters. âalways thinkinâ theyâre entitled to you.â
his gaze snaps back to yours. âbut they donât know you.â
he steps closerâslowâuntil 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 heâs resisting instinct on sheer will alone.
âjusâ say the word,â he murmurs, voice rough with restraint. âand iâll stay.â
you donât answer with words. instead, your fingers slide into the front of his jacket, curling into the fabric like itâs the only solid thing left in the world. you pull him inâslow at first, testing, giving him just enough time to realize what youâre doing before the restraint finally snaps. then itâs 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. itâs clumsy in the way only something long-denied can be. heat, relief, frustrationâall 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 heâs afraid youâll disappear if he doesnât anchor you there.
itâs not graceful, itâs real and sloppy and full of everything you never said.
katsuki doesnât pull away, not this time.
he moans into your mouth, low and wrecked, and kisses you back like heâs been starving. like heâs done pretending this didnât 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 itâs always beenâloud 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 movementâyour body remembering him faster than your mind ever could. he meets you there immediately, quick and eager, like heâs 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 thatâthorough, unhurried, devastatingâit feels like breathing again after too long underwater. like your lungs finally remember what theyâre for.
the tension between you snaps completely. years of unspoken words, of glances held too long and then forced away, unravel all at once.
âfuck,â he growls against your lips, voice thick, wrecked. âiâve thought about this.â his teeth catch your bottom lipânot enough to hurt, just enough to make you gasp. âevery damn night. thinkinâ âbout how you taste⊠how you sound when youââ
you whine low in your throat, the sound slipping out before you can stop it. you press up into him, closer, needing moreâneeding now. âshut up,â you breathe, half-laughing, half-begging. âjustâjust shut upââ
he snorts softly against your mouth, snickering, something amused and fondness breaking through the heat. âdonât be an ass.â
you kiss him harder in responseâpunishing, deep, recklessâand 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 thereâs not even air left between you. itâs messy, breathless, and desperate in the best way.
neither of you pull back.
when he finally does, itâs only to catch his breath. his forehead rests against yours, noses brushing, both of you breathing hard. your hairâs a mess. his collarâs crooked. thereâs a faint red mark at his lip where you bit down without realizing.
âyouâre still so fuckinâ demandinâ,â he mutters, voice hoarse.
you smirk, chest rising and falling too fast. âyou still love it, huh?â
his mouth curvesânot quite a smile, but closeâand the warmth in his eyes says everything his pride wonât let him dress up. âhell yeah,â he admits quietly. ânever stopped.â
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.
ânot here,â he murmurs, even as his grip tightens. ânot like this.â
you look at him, gaze softening despite the heat still buzzing under your skin. ânot here..?â
he scoffs, forehead bumping yours. ââm not some fuckinâ teenager, makinâ you cum on a dirty roof.â his hand squeezes your hip, grounding and possessive all at once. âwhen i have you again, itâs gonna be in a damn bed. where i can take my time with you, where you can scream all you want.â
your breath catches despite yourself. âoh?â
âyeah,â he says roughly. âiâm gonna keep you there all weekend. you wonât leave my room for anythinâ.â
his thumb brushes your cheek thenâslow, careful, almost reverentâand the contrast makes your chest ache. you lean into it without thinking, like itâs instinct, like this is where youâre meant to be.
his eyes never leave yours, âletâs get back, yeah?â
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when you finally make it back inside, youâre both a little disheveledâclothes 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 donât need to.
katsuki bakugo walks back into that room like he owns it, like he knows exactly what he left with, and exactly what heâs going to take home.
and you? you smile at everyone elseâsoft, politeâand let them believe whatever they want to. let them think youâre the same as youâve always beenâunreachable, untouchable.
because in the end, the truth isnât theirs to claim. itâs yours and katsukiâs.
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 TĆru | 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, donât 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, donât do this in public, as he prefers to keep you all to himself and the privacy of his own home.
âThe early morning sun shines through the thin curtains, illuminating the bedroom with soft golden rays, reminding TĆru that, in the haste of last nightâs 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 couldnât 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.
âGood morning sweetheart,â you hear Oikawa say against your hairline, intensifying the feeling that fills your chest. âGood morning, my love,â you answer while placing small kisses against his jaw and neck, drawing a satisfied noise from your husband âI want to be woken up like this every morning, please,â you say against the delicate skin of his neck, basking in the fading scent of his cologne.
âWhatever your heart desires, my dear. Anything for the love of my life,â 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.â
Kita is the biggest defender of forehead kisses, especially being someone rather shy regarding physical affection. Itâs 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 youâre 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 itâs 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.
âCooking 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. Itâs in this moments of relaxation after a long day that you can fully enjoy each otherâs 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 Shinâs 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.â
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 theyâre the most important part of his pre-game routine. If heâs 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 youâre nervous or uncomfortable in that situation, as itâs his way of showing you that heâs 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.)
âKĆtarĆ 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 itâs the middle of the afternoon, there arenât 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. âHey beautiful, what brings you here, on this fine summer day?â you joke, knowing that he loves to flirt as if you havenât been married for some time already. âHello sweet thing, finished with your warm up already?â he asks, looking at you through the reflection of the mirror.
âYes, decided to stop by and give you a kiss. You will need the energy for the work out, after all,â 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 âPlease, refrain from overly romantic gestures that might make other people uncomfortable.â 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.â
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 thereâs 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 âI need the extra luck today, loveâ. 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.
âYou 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 âjust five more minutes, loveâ, 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 doesnât 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 heâs about to leave, you move closer to the door, planning on giving his goodbye kiss, but TetsurĆ 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 wonât do you any good, and the logical side of your brain knows that your husband didnât 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 youâre 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 âHave a good day at work dear, love you lots <3â.â
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 heâs saying hello or goodbye to you, a peck on the lips will suffice. But if itâs 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 youâre 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.
âYou 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 werenât using condoms for obvious reasons and you were late. But you werenât 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 doctorâs 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. âLove, are you home already?â he calls, worry bleeding into his voice, as youâre hardly ever home before him. âYes dear, in the bathroom,â you answer, knowing that, deep down, thereâs no reason to be scared of his reaction. As you hear him approaching, you look at the result on the test.
Positive⊠You are pregnantâŠ
âWhat happened, love? May I come in?â Heâs clearly worried now, but you canât seem to find the words to answer him at the moment, so you simply pull the door open and throw yourself into his arms. âHey, what is the matter? Are you crying? Is that a pregnancy test in your hand? Love, Iâm at a loss here, please talk to meâŠâ
âYe-yes, it is. We are parents, Dai,â you answer, trying to hold back tears âI know we never talâŠâ you get interrupted halfway through by the most passionate kiss, finally letting all of those emotions free. âI am so happy, my love.ââ
Ushijima is a stoic man and tends to keep to himself when in the presence of people who he doesnât 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 doesnât 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 doesnât 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 doesnât mean he isnât 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 didnât feel pressured into it, but he does have a slight preference for kisses close to his jawline.
âThere 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. Itâs 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 itâs 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.
âWe 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 hereâ 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.â
DaishĆ 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 donât 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 doesnât leave any space for people to assume what kind of relationship you two have. If youâre 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 doesnât 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 youâre 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 DaishĆ 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.
âIf 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 Suguruâs 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.â
Futakuchiâs love language is definitely physical touch. He loves hugging, kissing, cuddling and everything else that is included in the package, so it isnât 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 theyâre 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, itâs when he feels recharged and free from the weight on his shoulders.
âIt 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.
âYou know that Iâm not a kid any more, right? I can make this decision by myself, without you meddling in my life. You are not my parent,â 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 doesnât 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. âIs my baby feeling needy today? Does he need me to take care of him?â, 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: âYes momma, need you to touch me, pretty please,â 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, âYou want momma to touch you? Is that right baby? But I thought I was your spouse and not your parent.â 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 mommaâs baby.â
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 youâre 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 doesnât 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 doesnât 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 Iizunaâs body, that will be it. You can visibly see the shivers running through his body the second your breath touches it.
âThis all feels like a fever dream. Itâs 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. âLooking really good today, husband,â you whisper in his ear, leaving a small kiss in his earlobe on the process. âAnd you look prettier by the minute, my dear. How is that possible?â 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 canât wait to be back, you also want to enjoy this night in the fullest.â
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.
âBeing 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 memberâs 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 teamâs jacket approached you and some of the guysâ 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 ShĆ«go 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.â
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 donât 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 âDid you like it? The piercing?â, 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 doesnât mean that kissing you is the only use to the piercing that he can think of, but itâs 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 friendâs 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 itâs 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.
âYou had always liked dyeing your hair since you were a teenager, and so did YĆ«ji, 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: Yƫji 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. âWhatâs the matter love? Youâre doing such a good job,âhe 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. âAm scared of messing it up, donât want to make you look silly,â you answered, not meeting his gaze.
âYouâre not going to mess up, love. And even if you did, I could always rock a buzz cut for a few days,â he said, lightening up the mood with his jokes while also dissolving your worries. âShould we cut the chase and just buzz it right now? We could draw some cheetah print to make a statement,â 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.â
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.Â
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...
Youâve 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 canât help but feel like youâve taken the backseat; handed the wheel to someone else.Â
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.Â
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.Â
Since that night you hadnât shared a single word with your husband, Katsuki. Heâd surrounded himself with work, missions, anything to carry the burden of failing his wife away from the forefront of his brain because forgetting didnât 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.Â
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 didnât 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 theyâd done it every friday after patrols.Â
âHey,â 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 didnât need that shit. Especially now that heâd failed his wife and child.Â
âStill working?â the other started with his wild red hair, someone from his past that heâd counted on more times than he could count, and was never disappointed. His best friend, Kirishima. âItâs a bit late for more paperwork?â
Katsuki cleared his throat, realizing now that he hadnât spoken a word since this morning to his assistant after she read him his schedule. âWas on patrol all day.â
âYouâve been doing patrols by yourself for a few days now,â Denki, the blonde one, started, âmaking budget cuts or something?â
âFuck off,â Katsuki growled, âI donât need to because my heroes know exactly what the fuck to do.â
âSo why are you working late?â 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 heâd 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 didnât mean he didnât take them for granted sometimesâ It happens.Â
âBecause,â Katsuki answered, quite vaguely as he shuffled a stack of papers to file later. âWhy does it even matter to you two?â
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 wasnât something he was fully on board with.Â
âI called your wife yesterday,â Kirishima starts, ripping the bandaid off quickly before his best friend can react, âIâm really sorry for your lossâŠshes worried about you.â
âYou think I don't know that?!â 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, âYou 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!â
He wasnât 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.Â
This wasnât 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 heâd be lying if he said he wasnât afraid that chance would also be the thing that takes you away from him.Â
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.Â
âThat doesnât mean you ignore your wife though.â Denkiâs words cut through the tension like a knife, taking a logical approach. âWomen 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?âÂ
âThank you Denki,â Kirishima nods, thankful his hesitant friend is finally realizing how important this conversation really is to Katsuki. âIts always been the two of you Katsuki, you told me yourself. Whatâs stopping you, or making you hesitant, to speak with her about it?â
Heâd 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.Â
With defeat, or grief, Katsuki slumps back in his chair, elbow on the arm of the chair, face in his hand. Heâd grown a stubble there, unable to look at himself in the mirror since that night when heâd truly thought heâd failed you as a husband. As a father.Â
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. âHere. I own a beach house on the southern tip of Haiti, bought it years ago and havenât been for awhile-â
âGet to the point.â
â-its yours. Well, you can use it. I wonât be going anytime soon, not until I find myself the kind of love you have with her.â Denki stands to his full height, shoving his hands back into his pockets. âI'd go. It's super chill, the locals make the best coconut cocktail youâll ever taste.âÂ
Katsuki stares at the key like it personally wronged him. He didnât 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.Â
But why not both? Didnât he have both with you?Â
He closed a fist around the metal key, shoving it into his pocket. Heâd forgotten how much he loves having both.Â
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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.Â
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 werenât there, buried in the ground beneath your feet and you can't cradle them. That morning youâd 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 canât even start to do.Â
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 heâs looking directly at you.Â
âHey.â
You lift your eyes, meeting the same ones owned by a man that held you four days ago like he was afraid youâd disappear. Yesterday, you spoke with his best friend and knew heâd put in a good word for you. âDidnât think that actually worked.âÂ
âShut up..â 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. Itâs the first glimpse of normalcy youâve seen in what feels like decades.Â
His eyes tract the bandage on your arm, instinctively pulling closer to inspect why itâs there. âHospital?âÂ
âA few,â you supply softly, âbloodwork, monitoring, questioningâ the whole nine yards.â
He lifts his eyes, the closeness sparking a familiar warmth you hadnât felt in awhile. âYou healthy?âÂ
âMhm.â You shrug small but his expression has you feeling bad for the attempt at distance. âIâm okay. Itâs an oddly natural process, anatomy freaks me out.âÂ
He lets out a small snort, âthat would be physiology, dumbass.âÂ
âBoth,â you canât help but offer a small smile, âI hate both.âÂ
âNeed help with this?â He asks, changing focus back to the horrificly sticky medical tape on your arm. âThey didnât need to use such a big fucking piece either, damn near cutting off circulation-â
âGo get the supplies,â you offer, hoping to stop a sour mood from forming by protecting his good mood. âDownstairs bathroom.âÂ
It takes him less than two minutes before heâs back to nursing the morbidly painful tape on your arm with oil and a cloth. A comfortable silence fills the space, one that you arenât sure you want to pop. But no matter what you try to focus on you canât get the elephant out of the room without addressing it.Â
He beats you to it. âIâm sorry I havenât really been around lately. Iâm a dick, I abandoned you when you needed me most-â
âWhat the fuck?âÂ
He pauses, you do too but just a bit, and the room gets too crowded.Â
âHuh?âÂ
âYou sound like a written script,â the words punch out of you like they came from your stomach. âIs that how youâre able to face your wife after what happened?âÂ
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?âÂ
âLook at me!â You point to the countless needle wounds on your arms from the blood work, the shots, the meds. Youâre a walking pharmacy and heâs acting like the miscarriage is the only pain here. âIâm full of holes from doctor's visits you didn't want to be a part of.âÂ
His hands pause on your arm, âI wanted to be apart of them-â
âBut you werenât.â 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.Â
You didnât know how he was handling it, didnât 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 youâd worked on it enough through adulthood until marriage, but now youâre starting to see a set back. He wasnât talking, not sharing his feelings like usual.Â
It only made you feel worse. If you couldnât 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.Â
It didnât 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 heâs 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.Â
Thinking. Thatâs 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.Â
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.
âIt's for a beach house. In Haiti.â His eyes meet yours and you canât make sense of the expression there, a mix of regret and guilt. âIâll take time off work. How long you want to stay, weâll stay.âÂ
âWhy?â You ask although the answer seems a bit obvious, however, you want to hear him say it.Â
âBecause I wonât let this be the end of us. I want to heal us.âÂ
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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 didnât prescribe a vacation herself on special treatment.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
The walk wasnât long along the islandâs 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. Itâs small, a good sized porch on thick stumps for potential flooding since the island did see earthquakes almost as often as Japan.Â
âThis place is beautiful,â you hum, following behind him up the stairs. Entering the cabin, the air felt colder and stale, like itâs been years since the structure last saw a familiar face.Â
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.Â
You brushed your hand along the length of the pool table. You didnât know much about it, just that there used to be one back at UA high in the dorms that Katsuki liked to play.Â
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.Â
Like a moth to a flame, you hear footsteps until Katsuki steps on the hardwood planks of the loft. âEverythingâs 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.âÂ
âDo you still play?â You ask, changing topics from meaningless chat. âPool, you used to all the time.âÂ
It takes him a second to register the question, eyes flickering to the green felt and oak trim. âSometimes. Winning every time killed the passion.âÂ
âHumble,â you tease.Â
âHave to be,â he shrugs, flicking the leaf of a nearby houseplant. This place must be managed by someone if thereâs thriving houseplants. âI have everything I want.âÂ
âDream job,â you hum, gently pushing the white ball to a steady roll before it clacks with the triangle of balls in the middle, âdream carâŠdream house.âÂ
âDream wife.â You barely catch it, his eyes elsewhere before they sense your gaze and meet yours. âDonât forget that part.âÂ
Your heart flutters anxiously and itâs the first thing youâve 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.Â
âSmooth.â 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.Â
You want to push him away, voice the anger you know thatâs hidden inside the marrow of your bones. Your body betrays you, melting into his touch like itâs the first and last time youâll ever get the chance for intimacy this innocent.Â
âCan we talkâŠabout it?âÂ
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.Â
âNo. No, Iâm not ready.âÂ
You can feel the tension rise, the pressure of his eyes against your skin like heâs 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 youâre feeling.Â
Itâs hard to talk about emotions you donât have, so you stay persistent and head back down the stairs.Â
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. Itâs refreshing, knowing he wants to stay as long as you want.Â
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 canât gauge how long youâd been cooking under the sun with the occasional dip in the water, only the warmth of a premature tan on your skin.Â
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 youâd found worth relishing in since the miscarriage and full schedule of needles and medicine.Â
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 youâd been looking for between appointments and wondering what your husband was doing at work.Â
Despite being alone, it wasnât until now that you felt lonely. With your husband just a few steps inside, you couldnât help but miss him more than you did for those four days where you two didnât share a word with each other.Â
What was he doing? Did he also feel this coldness despite the heat?Â
You didnât know if you were ready to know, you couldnât exactly process your own thoughts so thinking you could make sense of his right now looked foolish. Youâd 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 youâd been avoiding for nearly two weeks.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
You only realize youâve been staring until he lifts his head and nods his head your way. âCmere, try the sauce.âÂ
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. âWhat are you making?â You ask, stopping just a few moments beside him, leaving room for distanceâ distance he didnât like, moving just half an inch closer to you with a wooden spoon held out.Â
âCoconut 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.â He holds the spoon closer to your lips, âtry it.â
You accept the spoon, letting him feed you a small taste. The flavors burst on your palette, coconut, sweet, tangy, everything you didnât 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.Â
âYou like it.â Itâs not a question, but a statement.Â
You challenge, âitâs not bad.âÂ
âYou like it,â he restates, âadmit it.âÂ
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 youâd find every piece again.Â
âNever.âÂ
âYou little shit,â he murmurs, taking a small taste for himself. âItâs fucking phenomenal.âÂ
âIt really is,â 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 heâs letting you get away with it.Â
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. Youâre starting to realize that this puzzle canât be fixed if you donât at least put a bit of effort into it.Â
âHowâs work?â You start with a conversation. Ease a bit of the tension around steady conversation.Â
âLike normal bullshit that I donât have the patience for.â He stirs the pan of sauce and shrimp, occasionally checking on the rice. âNobody knows how to do shit right and Iâm left to clean up messes that were easily preventable.âÂ
âThat sounds challenging,â you murmur, chin in your hand. âYouâre pretty specific though, in a good way. So it makes sense.âÂ
âIâm specific?â He asks, tossing a glance over his shoulder.Â
You offer a small nod. âVery. In a good way.âÂ
âHow am I specific?âÂ
âHmm,â you search your memories for a quick example. âWell, for starters you like to do the cooking-â
âYouâre a shitty cook.â Plates clink with utensils. You throw out a small gasp.Â
âOkayâŠbut you also critique my work when I fold the towels-âÂ
âYouâre a shitty folder.âÂ
And a shitty excuse for a woman. But you donât say that.Â
âKatsuki.âÂ
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.Â
âGo on.âÂ
Once out of your momentary pause, a sigh leaves your lungs. âYou always sit on my left.â
Itâs his turn to pause, jaw going still before he swallows. âItâs your blind spot.âÂ
âIâm not a car.âÂ
âSnore like one-â
âKatsuki!âÂ
For the first time in a while, you and Katsuki share your first laugh again. Itâs 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 itâs so fucking refreshing.Â
You watch him shake his head, scooping another spoonful of shrimp and rice into his spoon. âI donât think Iâm specific. I think I just like shit done right.âÂ
âWell your right could be someone elseâs wrong,â you point out with your spoon, âyou donât know what kinds of morals people have and which ones they respect most.âÂ
Your words seem to settle inside his mind because heâs silent for awhile, the kind of silence that leaves you wondering how heâll respond.Â
âHow do I know who will respect me and who wonât then,â he murmurs. Heâs opening up to you, asking for advice like your words might actually matter.Â
âYou canât.â His furrowed eyebrows egg you on to elaborate. âIf you could gauge or see what kind of person someone is then what would be the point in getting to know someone?âÂ
âIâm not trying to make friends with those bastards working under me.âÂ
You shrug, âmaybe you should.âÂ
He seems to have a hard time with your advice because he does that thing where can read the hesitation on his face. Like youâd been doing for years, your hand cups the underside of his jaw and silently take in the blonde stubble there. âHey. Iâm not trying to say what youâre doing isnât productive, itâs worked this far, right? Iâm just giving my own thoughts.â
âI value your thoughts.â His hand cups around your wrist but he doesnât move your hand, thumb brushing the inside of your wrist.Â
âYou do?â
âDonât be stupid. You know I do.âÂ
You didnât until just now, but telling him wouldnât hold value. Nothing would, not when youâve already shown you arenât much of a wife than you are a mother.Â
You pull your hand away like his face burned to touch, feeling yourself retreat back into yourself. No matter what, you couldnât 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.Â
The clocks are ticking on your marriage and youâre starting to wonder if maybe itâs too late to salvage what it once was.Â
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Katsuki slept alone on the couch the first night, feeling like heâd 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.Â
Last night, your words and actions affected him deeper than heâd care to admit. Youâd grown wiser, harder around the edges. Heâd 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.Â
He couldnât help but feel like he was fighting fate itself. The thought brushed the tip of his head, was this what destroys his marriage?Â
He didnât 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.Â
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.Â
He sat at the table for dinner, already fuming with another shitty emotion he didnât know how to process in his fucked up brain. Love, the kind of thing his dad always talked about when he was a child.Â
It was a bunch of bullshit, love. He couldnât make sense of it, how could something so filled with mindless arguments be anything close to the kind of love his father couldnât shut the fuck up about?Â
âYou look like you need to shit.â 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 sheâs trying to salvage instead of tossing.Â
âShut up, hag.âÂ
âKatsuki!â 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. âJust tell me whatâs wrong. I am a mother, I could help.âÂ
âLike you could ever help,â he mutters, but even the words donât sound too convincing.Â
âTry me.âÂ
With a reluctant groan, he rests his chin in his hand. âItâs her. It seems like all we ever do now is fight about stupid, little shit that doesnât even make sense. Fuck, I donât want this relationship if fighting is all weâre going to do.âÂ
The last part is only half true, he just hopes his mother doesnât catch on to it.Â
âAhh,â a soft smile materializes on her face, âyoung love. I remember those days, hormonal and emotional all in one.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âTake this plate for exampleââ she points to the broken plate now put back together with white grout, ââwhile it might still be broken, Iâve changed it into a cute wall decoration.â
âI donât think-â
âShut up.â She fires a glare his way and he reluctantly goes quiet. âThink 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, itâs going to get hard. You just have to know what to do when it does.âÂ
âSo then what do I do?â
âI just told you.âÂ
âNo you didnât-â
âDo your homework, ungrateful little shit.âÂ
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 youâd listen.Â
That was the first time he learned how to resolve issues with you, only now, the issue isnât as small as the others. Heâs battling grief without any knowledge how to handle it. Should he be gentle? Harsh? He wish he knew.Â
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. Youâre in the middle of the bed, laid on your side with a pillow clutched in your embrace.Â
The word cute fills his brain but he doesnât pay attention to it or the blush heating his ears and neck.Â
As he approaches his eyes catch a plastic pill case on the bedside and he grabs it. He canât even count how many pills there are, just that there are a lot and something shifts inside of him.Â
He sits on the edge, placing the mug on the table before putting his full attention on you. He hadnât realized how little he knew about you, your body, how itâs doing after everything. He used to be so in tune with your health, but now he knew absolutely nothing.Â
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.Â
âWake up.â 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.Â
He knew it was a little early, only an hour after you usually get up, but he wanted to know what the pills were forâ learn his wifeâs health again.
âCome on baby,â he murmurs, much softer this time with a small rub to your shoulder, âI even made you coffee.âÂ
The mention of coffee has you sitting right up, messy hair and irritated eyes that still have sleep clinging around your irises. Itâs the purest form of yourself, one he hadnât realized he missed seeing.Â
âCoffee?âÂ
He hands you the mug and you nearly melt into the cup, warmth seeping into your hands. âThank you.âÂ
He doesnât respond, instead, he grabs the pill case and places it on the bedding on your lap. âWhat are these?âÂ
You swallow a sip of coffee, feeling it warm you from the inside. âPills.âÂ
âNo shit.â He grabs the case, opening the small capsule for the day. âBut what kind?âÂ
Another sigh leaves you, softer this time. Heâs trying, wants to know about your health, itâs obvious in the way he nervously fiddles with the case, ignoring your gaze. You scotch closer, pointing to each pill as you speak. âThese 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 donât get a yeast infectionâ that would be a nightmare.âÂ
âThese pills could make you worse?â
âNo no,â you point to the tiny pill again. âJust 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.âÂ
âShe did?âÂ
âMhm.â 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 youâd 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.Â
The memory, compared to now, leaves you with a newfound sense of hope. His mother was a wise woman, one of the wisest youâve gotten to chance to know. If she saw it then, then maybe this miscarriage wonât ruin the life youâd built around her anxious son.Â
âI had no idea.âÂ
You snort, âyour moms very informative. I go to her about most health questions I have.â
âNot that..â he dumps the pills for the day into his hand, offering them to you gently. âThis. I didnât know you were taking pills for itâŠyou said it was natural.âÂ
âIt is,â you reassure, accepting the pills and downing them with a sip of coffee.Â
âThen how was your miscarriage fucking natural?â 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 wouldnât do any better to the truth.Â
âBecause it was. Our blood types are different, negative and positiveâŠâ you swallow, placing the mug in your lap as his eyes finally meet yours. âMy body killed our child because it saw it as a threatâŠso yeah, the miscarriage was pretty natural.âÂ
The silence that hangs is deafening and it only solidifies the same fact youâd been turning over your head since it happened. You werenât a good mother, no better than a wife, a sorry excuse for a woman if you canât even protect your husband's child from your own body.Â
The reality of it makes you dizzy, eyes burning but you close them before your deep rooted pain shows in the form of tears.Â
You werenât 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.Â
The coffee mug is taken from your hands and in a flash youâre 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.Â
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.Â
âIâm so sorry,â he murmurs against your hair and you can hear the tears in his words as well, âIâm so fucking sorry, Y/N.â
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A few days go by and itâs 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.Â
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.Â
Intimacy, the most simplest forms of love two people can share.Â
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.Â
It wasnât like you didnât want to be intimate with your husband, you craved his skin every second you didnât have it. ButâŠyou didnât feel like you could fulfill him like before. Youâd shown yourself you couldnât be a good mother, what else were you bad at without knowing?Â
âHey, come back to me.â He gently tugs your hand, pulling you from your inner turmoil. âYouâre thinking. What are you thinking?âÂ
Over the years youâd learned itâs better to be honest with Katsuki. While the honest truth might upset him more than lying would, heâd never have any reason to doubt a lie youâd tell. You couldnât do that to him, knowing he takes your words as rule.Â
âStupid stuff.âÂ
âYour stuff isnât stupid.âÂ
âThis stuff is.âÂ
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.Â
âItâs just..â he gently squeezes you hand at your hesitation, âwe havenât kissed in awhile.âHe cracks a natural smile and you shove his chest playfully, âdonât laugh!âÂ
âIâm sorry that was just really fuckinâ cute.âÂ
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.Â
âYou want intimacy?â He pulls you close with his free arm around your waist, his lips close to your ear. âBecause thatâs my favorite skill.âÂ
You donât 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. Itâs everything he needs to see before pulling you impossibly close, replacing your hand for your face.Â
Itâs slow at first, the motions of his eyes taking in your face like heâd never done it before, and then his lips brush yours. Itâs the softest thing ever, the heat of his breath mingling with yours with the coolness of his lips against yours. Without realizing, youâre pushing closer, deepening the kiss.Â
Itâs warmer, thumb tracing the angle of your jaw while his fingers toy with the loose fabric of your sundress behind you. Itâs something out of your wildest fantasies, the way his lips, his touch is enough to send off a multitude of fireworks inside your stomach.Â
Itâs exactly the thing youâd been missing, the kind of connection you now knew you needed to nurture.Â
The thing youâd been missing without quite realizing it. Him. All of him. Every single inch of him.Â
He pulls away but you push closer, âhey-â you pull him closer, âwait.â 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.Â
His tongue delves into your mouth, exposing everything all at once and youâre forced to take it. But you canât stop yourself from moaning against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck.Â
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. âFuckâ Pauseââ
Heâs out of breath, panting like a mutt with a wild look in his eyes like he canât believe heâs letting himself pull away from this and from you after mere eons away from you.Â
âYou donât want me?â Itâs meant as a statement but comes out a question, unable to stop the slow gravitational pull to his lips that heâs trying so hard to pull away.Â
âDonât put those words in my mouthââ
âThatâs not denying it.âÂ
He shakes you in his hold. âIf youâre going to argue with me right now over something dumb then Iâm telling you itâs not going to walk around the very thing weâve both been avoiding.â Heâs got a desperate look in his eyes and it instantly shakes your core, âwe need to talk about how traumatic that mustâve been for you, baby. I canât shake the feeling you wonât tell me because I couldnât protect you from that, the only damn job I have.âÂ
He releases your face, holding his arms around your waist like he canât ever let go. But his eyes, theyâre the purest theyâd ever looked before, like his whole life depended on addressing the elephant in the room.Â
âYou did the best you could,â you supply, unable to avoid the sting in your eyes and the tears that quickly follow. âI know it wasnât easy for you either, Iâd 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.âÂ
âI fucking left you alone to deal with all of it alone,â another small shake, âIâm a goddamn hero yet i couldnât save you from thisâ I shouldâve taken better care of youâ i shouldâve taken off more time for you.â
âStop that,â you whisper, âyou did everything you could in the moment, that you shouldnât apologize for. It should be me,â your voice cracks, âmy only job was to grow a healthy baby and my body rejected it.âÂ
âYou did a perfect job,â 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. âThe miscarriage was a chance we hadnât realized, but you are not the one to blame. If I could go back in time the only thing Iâd change is my ignorance.âÂ
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.Â
You could make sense of it and you didnât need to, not anymore. The only thing you needed was him, all of him, to remind you that the miscarriage was traumatic but you donât have to battle that demon alone. You donât have to do anything alone, not with the rings that bind you to him.Â
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It felt as if the gates were opening and you couldnât find your grip to stop it, not when Katsuki carried you back to the cabin and hands, lips, and tongues took the lead. You werenât sure if you were ready for sex yet after the miscarriage, but your doctor wouldnât have insisted you go on this vacation with your husband if it was too big of a risk to take, that and you couldnât care less about anything but him and the way he carries you to the master.Â
His lips devour yours, taking everything heâd 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.Â
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. âGod damn,â he groans, eyes taking in every inch of you like heâs scared to look away, âstill got those fucking pregnancy curves baby, making my dick hard.âÂ
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. Youâd never been this wet before, inner thighs nearly soaked as he slowly rubs his confined erection against your pussy clad in black silk panties.Â
âJesus, Kats,â you whimper, staring up at him wildly as if you could deny the overwhelming need curling between your thighs like a horrible ache. âP-PauseâŠâ
âYou wanna pause?â He asks, like the idea itself sounds like sin. His hands nearly fist your hips like a small attempt to keep you below him, âwhen your pussyâs this wet?âÂ
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.Â
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.Â
âTell me,â he drops a hand and slowly undoes the metal buckle of his belt, âyou want me to stop?âÂ
You canât even bring yourself to lie, not when heâs doing the zipper like that. He knows the answer already, itâs written all over your face, your body.Â
âSpeak up.â 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.Â
âNo, I donât want you to stop.â You shake your head against the pillows, âdonât stop.âÂ
He doesnât 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 heâd missed until his face burries between your thighs.Â
âOh,â you canât control your voice as his thumb tugs your panties to the side, âoh, god.â Heâs on you in seconds, tongue delving deeper inside of you as his fingers hold your thighs with a bruising force. He hasnât eaten you out like this in months, missing how well he knows your body better than you know it yourself.Â
You fist the pillows behind you when he adds a finger, tonguing your clit like heâs clocked in. A moan rips from your throat, eyes rolling back with the curve of his finger inside of you, already adding in another.Â
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 thatâs where heâs taking you.Â
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 heâs confessing to sin and youâre the only god he wants forgiveness from.Â
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 thatâs brewing in your abdomen. Itâs thickly hot and warm, mending your skin and bones until your frantically reaching for his hair, closing a fist around it.Â
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. Itâs the sweetest revenge for a man with the purpose of making up what was once lost.Â
He devours you until thereâs 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.Â
âStill alive?â 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. âNeed a break?âÂ
Your eyes shoot open because the very last thing you want is a break. âNo,â you shake your head, âno breaks.âÂ
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.Â
âBaby, was just going to get you water-â
You shut him up with your lips, crashing yours to his with a kiss to seal the fate of your future. It isnât when you pull away for breath that you find your words. âI donât want to stop. Please, I canât- I need you inside of me.âÂ
You donât care how desperate you sound, if your voice teeters on the edge of cold desperation, you need him so bad that itâs starting to hurt. You hadnât 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.Â
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.Â
You can feel the nerves from before, as if asking you if this was really worth the risk of potentially hurting yourself moreâŠbut that didnât matter when you look down and see the same desperation in his eyes thatâs eating you alive from the inside. He looks like he might die if he doesnât feel you around him in the next minute, like his whole life depends on you, and only you.Â
You start slow, unable to form words, but he didnât 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.Â
âWait, baby, no condom?â He gives you a concerned look, like maybe this wasnât a good idea, âare you sure- oh fuckkkk!âÂ
You slide down on him slowly until your clit brushes against his blonde hairs, hands tightening against his chest at the stretch. Itâs 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.Â
Youâre 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.Â
âLook at me.â Your eyes immediately follow his voice downward, meeting crimson eyes that penetrate you just like his cock. âHanging in there?â It comes out rough, matching his intensity. âNo pain?âÂ
Heâs checking in on you, making sure youâre not pushing your limits despite those primal urges bubbling beneath his tanned skin. You nod, slowly gliding your hands up and down his chest. âNo pain,â you confirm. âJust..slow, itâs been awhile.âÂ
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 canât get enough, itâs euphoric.Â
Itâs not long before you find that equilibrium between the slow movements and the pressure between your thighs before youâre picking up speed. His grunts grow rougher and more clipped with every thrust, watching you sit up to get a better angleâ using him like itâs what heâs built for.Â
âHah- fu-fuck me- ngh, like that, just like thattt,â he groans, jaw hardening with every bounce like hes holding himself back. âDonât stop dontstopdont- fuck~ youâre so tight-â
âBaby, oh s-shittt~â you donât even recognize your voice, your desperate moans with every squelching thrust, and heâs damn near putty because of it. Itâs almost pathetic, seeing a man so well respected among those around the worldâ a hero who saves all and turns to a moaning mess when his wife rides him. But heâs yours, for now, and itâs so good.Â
You ride him like you owe it to yourself and he moans like itâs sin. Taking a leap into the devils pit, your world tilts and youâre tossed on your back. Heâs on you in seconds, hips thrusting like he needs it, lips devouring yours.Â
Your orgasm comes fast and he can feel it, thighs clenching around his hips, moans slipping past lips. He canât pull away, canât stop.Â
You moan against his lips like it hurts, fisting his hair as every thrust breaks you into a million pieces. Itâs never been this intense, tears cooling the corners of your eyes.Â
You pull away from his lips, head lolling back as you try to catch a breath. But heâs 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.Â
Itâs so intimate, his grunts in your ear, his sharp thrusts of his hips against your ass, reminding you exactly who he isâ your husband.Â
âIâve missed this,â he whispers against your heated ear, âmakinâ love to you.âÂ
âMe too,â itâs soft, vulnerable. âWe do it so good.âÂ
He laughs softly, brushing his lips against your hair. âGood girl.âÂ
He changes his pace, giving you slow grinds against your hips like heâs 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. Itâs the most intimate way youâve ever felt pleasure.Â
âI still want a baby.â He slides his hand up your side, thumb brushing your ribs. âThat wonât ever change. But I donât want to risk your health because of it.âÂ
He presses a kiss to your shoulder, nearly forgetting to respond because he just feels so good. âWe just need to be carefulâŠâ
He presses another kiss to your shoulder, âIâll be there more often,â another to your jaw, âtake better care of you.âÂ
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.Â
âCum inside,â you manage to open your eyes, glancing over your shoulder, eyes holding his. âAnother try. Please.âÂ
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.Â
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.Â
He cums inside shortly after you do, kissing you over and over until his lips go numb.Â
You couldnât explain it, the clarity that overcomes you like the first warm morning in spring when even the birds sing in joy.Â
You didnât want to stop, you couldnât stop. Without a time limit on your stay, you find yourself pulling him closer, ready for another round.Â
Because itâs now or never and neither of you can wait any longer.Â
itâs unsurprisingly loud when you step into nekomaâs gym.
thereâs the loud clap of volleyballâs ricocheting off the floor, yakuâs voice is loud in an attempt to get lev to work, yamamotoâs trying to get kenma to do something he doesnât want to.
and kurooâs standing in the middle of the chaos, hand on his hip like he owns the place. his lips curled in that familiar smirk.
kuroo doesnât 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.
â-y/n, youâre here! look kuroo-san-â kuroo immediately turns to you after levâs 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 heâs close enough.
â-tetsu, youâre choking me.â youâre 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.
âkuroo, let her go. sheâs choking.â kenma murmurs, and thatâs what finally makes him let go of you.
âsorry not sorry,â 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.
âsorry, i missed you.â he whispers now, pressing one chaste kiss to your temple.
â âs okay, i missed you too.â you mutter, looking around the gym to see everybody staring at you two, shocker.
the only one that isnât staring with a look of either disgust or shock, is kenma. heâs used to kurooâs somewhat strange antics with you.
kuroo doesnât care that everyoneâs looking, heâs proud to miss his girlfriend that he hadnât seen for 2 hours.
đshijima đ€akatoshi x fem!reader ( chatfic )
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â đuthor's đote ïč reader is left handed btw! i really really like this one used all my brain power. it's been in my drafts for oh so very long (january 11) and i've just been slowly working on it :) hope you enjoy hah
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akaashi â 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 đ„č
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 đ
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 đ€
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 đ„ș
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 â 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 đ
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 â 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 đ„č
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.
the next time you get a text from Health Inspectorâą, 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 đ
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 đđ
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 đ
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. đ
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.
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
(ă„ïœĄââżâżâïœĄ)ă„
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 đ
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 đ
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 đ??
‷ 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? đ
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.
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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
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look at this
it's the complete opposite of your water bottle đ
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 đ
i meant like
ill leave it somewhere
toshi
That seems unnecessary.
you
fine
have it your way
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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.
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toshi
You were there
Weren't you?
you
guilty
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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 đđ
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
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â
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? đ„č
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
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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
(ă„ïœĄââżâżâïœĄ)ă„
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 â 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 đ«Ą
toshi
You have had it for a very long time now.
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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
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the stadium is packed â 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 â 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 â 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 â 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
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â
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? đ€đ€
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 đ€
toshi
I am grateful.
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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 đ
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 â 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 â 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 â 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 â 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 đ
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 đ
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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
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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 đ
0000
toshi
No
It was 1111
you
..youre so predictable
toshi
I was joking
Predictability is a sign of stability
you
in what world đ„č
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 seasoningâŒïž
toshi
Yes đ
But no bacon flavour please.
you
DO THEY MAKE THAT
toshi
...
No.
you
ohhh they do dont they đŒ
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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 â the theater is a little cold.
without a word, toshi shifts. he doesn't put his arm around you â 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 âŒïžâŒïž
ewwwwwwwww
that's naaasty
wear protection kids đ
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 â 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 â 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!
âł @.tendersatoes definitely not you then đđ
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??
you're about to close the app when a new comment loads.
@.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.
âł @.tendersatoes pop off ushiwaka đ€Ș CLOCKED BITCHES
âł @.user2 whatever
you stare at the screen.
toshi just commented a whole paragraph for you.
and on top of that â 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 đ„čđ„č
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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 â€ïž
"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 đ 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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warnings â ïž 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 âĄ
â 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 heâs 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 heâs 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 youâre 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 âtch⊠clingy,âbut his grip doesnât loosen. he doesnât let you go
⌠when he cuts a guy off mid-sentence for looking at you too long. he doesnât yell, doesnât make a scene, just gives a low âwatch your eyesâin a tone flat enough to turn the air cold. and the whole room quiets.
⌠when youâve gotten dressed in a hurry and he silently fixes the collar of your uniform/shirt. he doesnât 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 canât breathe.
⌠when heâs 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 âtch, youâre so loud.â but he doesnât stop. if anything, he fucks you harder.
⌠when he checks your gear before a mission. he doesnât 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 theyâre secure. âtoo loose,â he mutters. and when heâs done, he steps away without looking at you. like it didnât make your heart drop to your stomach.
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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đŁČ summary: katsuki bakugo wants your attention. badly.
đŁČ pairing: bakugo x reader (both are U.A students)
đŁČ wc: 2.3k | đŁČ 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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
"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.Â
"Stop looking at idiot Deku!" Bakugo roars through gritted teeth, his explosions matching his fury.Â
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.Â
"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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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!"Â
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."Â
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?"Â
"What do you mean?" You ask, curious.Â
"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."Â
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."Â
"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.Â
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.Â
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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.Â
"What are you doing?" You ask in a soft voice and with a light smile. "I thought you slept early."Â
"Justâ 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.Â
"Couldn't sleep?" You ask, tilting your head and curious for you have never seen Bakugo this flustered before.Â
"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.Â
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.Â
"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?"Â
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.Â
"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.Â
"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 notâŠ" 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.Â
"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.Â
"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 Iâ 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?"Â
"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.Â
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.Â
"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 hurtsâŠ"Â
"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."Â
Yk when they say if youâre grinding your hips during riding itâs for you and if youâre bouncing itâs for him? Yeah bakugou doesnât care in fact he would rather your grind and roll your hips on him cause he gets to see you fall apart
đ pit stop ! đŠč 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)
đ safety car ! â not safe for work â smut â 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.
dynamightâs one fatal flaw, is that canât keep his hands off of you. never for very long. itâs not always sexual, sometimes itâs a hand in yours for reassurance, one on your thigh to let you know heâs 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 couldnât help but paw at your doughy hips and perfect thighs over the designer dress that you wore. all black and orange and dynamight colours â 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 youâd 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 couldnât wait for this.
now youâre on top of him, riding him, straddling that tiny waist. now heâs touching you. everywhere on everything â 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.
âride me so good sweetheart, know that?â 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 â large hands squeezing your hips. âlove the way you bounce on it, throwinâ it back like you fucking own me.â
heâs got your dressed hiked up enough to feel some skin, toying with the supple flesh at your waist with dangerously rough and explosive hands â but you handles you like youâre a precious porcelain doll. delicate. something to be cherished and admired, like the pro hero does from underneath.
ââm tired, katsâŠâ you huff, looking so dazed as your head rolls back between your shoulders â vacant eyes going with them. like youâre barely conscious. like youâre 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. youâve always been pretty, your beauty rivals that of the moon, but the blonde thinks youâre most pretty when you get lost in the motions. swaying above him, bouncing up and down to the point where your cunt letâs 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. âthen stop, lemme take over, baby.â he offers gruffly against your shoulder whilst he sits up â 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.
âbut iâ â biting down on your lower lip, you exhale carefully with your brain all happily fuzzy and your soul alight with katsukiâs explosive spark. âwanna ride you, feels nice on top of you.â 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. bakugouâs calloused fingertips traverse your spine and land at your ass, holding you on his cock â shallowly fucking you with the tip as you bask in the weight of him stretching you out. âsit down.â he goads you with a slick rasp, pressing his sweaty forehead to yours. youâre still so sensitive from the work youâve put in, close to the edge of bliss and falling over it. the blonde hero leans up, nipping your cheeks with no real bite. âgrind on it for me.â
âwhâ but what aboutâŠ?â you question shyly through a pout. people say it never feels as good for the guy when youâre grinding on his dick, but you forget that katsuki only ever cares about your pleasure. youâve 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. âbaby, pretty girl. iâm yours,â he whispers with that husky, sexy voice that has your belly erupting with butterflies. âuse me, take what you want.â the more katsuki encourages you; the more you find the strength to lift your weight from his lap and peel your hips back â already missing the way the prominent veins decorating his cock; feel nestled against your insides. âw-worry about me later, just wanna make it good for you.â he just barely choked on a moan before youâre 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. itâs 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 bakugouâs 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 katsukiâs haughty moans become murky â 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 katsukiâs 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 â a sticky glaze coats the blondeâs thick thighs and sinks into the polyester of his pants, leaving behind a scent he longs to carry with him for weeks.
âo-oh katsuki,â you mewl into the heavy hormone dusted air, drawing attention to the angelic contours of your face. âgosh, i donât think i canâŠfuck!â slurring over sentences that donât 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 youâre 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 wonât let him go, your dripping mound keeps him warm and safe â pulling the blonde into the steps of intense, dreamy sex. his painfully red cockhead stays married to your g-spot because youâve positioned yourself to make sure it hits deep, dotting your own line of sight with sparks of euphoria.
âgod, youâre close arenât you? gonna make yourself cum on my fucking cock?â 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. âjust like that baby, grind on me. make yourself feel good on me.â
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 katsukiâs length. when you lunge forward, capturing his sweaty Cupids bow and soft lips between your own, his hips canter up quickly â easily kissing the pleasure spots you can barely reach with your own fingers. âso fuckinâ pretty, look at you go, gorgeous,â 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. âtake what you need, just wanna see you fuckinâ cum. see you feel so fucking good. use me baby.â
his plea makes you move faster, clench and squeeze and buck harder and in the meantime, a sheet of sweat layers over katsukiâs body â 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 anotherâs, despite the proximity, only damp with the warm breath that condenses against them â the result of panting into one anotherâs 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 â viscous honey seeping from your core obscenely whilst slamming you down on the curve of his shaft. âlemme help you. gush on that cock baby,â 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. âcan tell by the way youâre squeezinâ me, like youâre gonna milk me in the back of this fuckinâ car.â
you tip forward, leaning your weight on your palms that press against bakugouâs chest and torso. your nails dig into his expensive linen shirt. nearly ripping it. neither of you care. âf-fuck, katsuki. suki,â 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. âo-oh god, feel so hot. like âm gonna burst.â your thighs squish together, practically touching despite how you straddle katsuki because youâre not sure you can handle the strikes of ecstasy tingling down your spine.
itâs nearly embarrassing, how your hood stutter above dynamightâs 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.
âchase that feelinâ sweetheart, youâre right there,â katsukiâs rough palms ensnare your wrists â thumb pressing into your pulse points. ââm right here with you.â
thatâs 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 â quivering and gargling on a whine.
whatever you leak pools on the blondeâs 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 doesnât stay inside catches on your evening gown â but itâs not like either of you are paying attention.
âf-fuck,â katsuki gasps, blinking like his visionâs gone black. âfuck, youâre so hot.â
you grin against his neck from where youâve hidden yourself in it, catching your breath, fixing your dress. âso are you,â you mumble and kiss his cheek. âmade a mess of your car.â
âwonât cost shit to get it fixed up,â bakugou nuzzles into you. âân besides, watchinâ you ride it, watching you fall apart for me⊠makes the bill totally worth it.â
heâd be right, because katsuki would pay millions to have you fuck him like that again â even if it feels better for you than it does for him.
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includes a stressed momager, sweet chaos, and protective squad energy with team japan + crack level writing.
part 1. miscalculated block with hinata. fluff.
àȘâđđŻđ”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.
àȘâđđŻđ”team japan is unhappy with hinata's said pampering session.
the weirdo quick and the real mvp. fluff.
àȘâđđŻđ”hinata and kageyama aren't in sync. guess who comes to the rescue (you)!
missing shoes, olympics version. fluff.
àȘâđđŻđ”hinata loses his shoes... again.
big, stong olympic babies. fluff.
àȘâđđŻđ”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.
àȘâđŻđ”đđŠđ·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.
àȘâđŻđ”đđŠthe 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.
àȘâđđŻđ”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... sabotageâ?!
the chocolate shop. fluff.
àȘâđđŻđ”team japan visits tendou! and of course, chaos ensues in his chocolate shop.
special delivery. fluff.
àȘâđđŻđ”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.
àȘâđđŻđ”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.
àȘâđđŻđ”cue the most dramatic apology in volleyball history (inspired by yuji nishida).
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 youâre about to sneeze. To him, these aren't just facts; they are high-priority intel he uses to make sure youâre always taken care of before you even have to ask.
Competitive Proximity
If you aren't paying attention to him, heâll 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 heâll be hyper-aware of your presence. If you finally look up and catch his eye, heâll immediately scowl and bark out a "What are you looking at, Extra?"âwhich 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 heâs yearning for you, heâs 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 heâll 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, heâs 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 heâs doing it.
timeskip!kuroo tetsurĆ x f!reader
you surprise your long distance bf!kuroo and instantaneously give him a cardiac arrest.
âthe thing about kuroo is that he has always been a little bit of a menace. not the âiâll set your house on fireâ kind of menace, but the âi will stare at you across a gymnasium until you feel the heat of my gaze through your uniformâ kind.
âwhen 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 didnât 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.
âhe 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.
âthen came the fukurodani summer camp. the heat was melting everyoneâs 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 âmy knees are actually shakingâ way.
ââlook,â he had started, his voice cracking like a middle schoolerâs. âi know we live hundreds of kilometers apart. i know iâm just a guy from tokyo with hair that defies the laws of physicsâbut a very handsome oneâand a laugh that sounds like a hyena having a mid-life crisis. but if you donât let me be your boyfriend, i think i might actually wither away like a neglected houseplant. iâve got it bad. iâve got it so bad that iâve started liking karasunoâs black and orange team uniforms just because i saw that they also got you a custom one. please. give me a chance. iâll be the best. iâll be so good you can boss me around anytime, and iâd say thank you.â
âit was the longest, most desperate, most strangely poetic ramble youâd 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.
đ”
âfast 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.
âthree hundred kilometers is a lot for some people, but for kuroo, it was just a distance he could bridge with excessive delivery orders. youâd 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: âeat up, my beautiful treasure. iâm currently hugging my pillow and pretending itâs you.â
âhe sent you flowers for no reason. he sent you âthinking of youâ care packages that were 90% snacks and 20% hoodies heâd worn for three days straight so they smelled like him. his letters were the worst, long, sappy, ink-smudged manifestos of his devotion.
âbut lately, the âjokesâ had started.
ââyou know,â heâd say over facetime, lounging on his couch in a tank top that showed off way too much shoulder, âthe guest room in my apartment is looking really lonely. itâs actually crying. i heard it sob today. it said, âtetsu, why isnât she living here yet?â and i didnât have an answer.â
âthen heâd show you the room. heâd 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.
âand god, you were hungry for the bait.
âsaturday night. tokyo.
âkenma, the unsung hero of your romantic life, had been your inside man. heâd driven you from the station, mocking kurooâs âpining puppyâ energy the entire way.
ââheâs going to lose his mind,â kenma muttered as he pulled up to the lavish apartment complex. âheâs been moping all day because you didnât text him back. he thinks youâre mad. heâs probably currently staring at a wall in silence.â
âkenma helped you get your bags to the door, rang the bell, and then evaporated into thin air like a ninja. he didnât want to be there for the sheer amount of sap that was about to occur.
âyou 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.
ââkenma, if youâre here to tell me iâm being dramatic about the lack of texts, iââ
âhe 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 heâd forgotten how to breathe.
âhe didnât scream. he didnât 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.
ââtetsu?â you whispered, your nerves finally bubbling over. âare you⊠okay?â
âhe set the bags down in the middle of the living room and turned to face you. the âcalmâ 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 couldnât stop himself from reaching for you.
âhe 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.
ââyou didnât text me,â he choked out, his voice thick and wobbly. âi 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 youâre here. with bags. tell me those bags mean what i think they mean.â
ââiâm moving in, tetsu,â you murmured, rubbing his back. âiâm staying.â
âa 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.
ââi love you so much itâs actually embarrassing,â he rambled, his words tripping over each other. âi was so scared. i was genuinely terrified that iâd finally annoyed you into silence. but youâre here. in my house. youâre going to be in that room i decorated. youâre going to be in my kitchen. iâm going to see you every morning? iâm going to wake up and youâll just⊠be there? i donât think you understand. iâm going to be the most annoying roommate in history. iâm never letting you leave this apartment. iâll lock the door and throw the key into the sumida river. iâll be your personal chef, your foot massager, your bodyguard, anything.â
âhe kissed you then, and it wasnât a âwelcome homeâ kiss. it was a âi have been starving for you and finally, i am fullâ kiss. it tasted like relief and far too much caffeine.
âhe pulled away, resting his forehead against yours, his chest still heaving. âi 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.â
âyou 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 heâd just won the olympics, the lottery, and a lifetime supply of your attention all at once.
ps. you didnât 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..
youâre bakugou katsukiâs 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, âdâyou think iâm clingy?â
he doesnât really have a frame of reference since heâs 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, âsorta. but i like it, itâs cute.â
bakugou stares, mouth gaped at the tv not consuming anything. he didnât think he actually was, didnât think youâd so easily just say he is? and heâs got so many questions to ask you, that he just lands on a screeching, âhow!?â
youâre munching away, looking up at him like this is a normal conversation and hasnât changed bakugouâs entire outlook on your relationship.
âwell, when iâm with you, you never let me out of your sight for a second. when we were at izukuâs i went to the bathroom and just as i sat down you sneaked in behind me.â
âwhy didnât you lock the door then?â he grunts.
âbecause i knew youâd follow me!â
bakugou sighs as if pained, âwhat else?â
âokay 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.â
bakugou slowly breathes out his nose. an innocent little whisper, âjust feel like hearinâ your voice during the day.â
seeing how noticeably troubled he is you sit up to face him properly, âi never said this is a bad thing, dummy. i love it like i love you. itâs cute you canât live without me.â
âand?â
your grin covers your entire face, âyouâre also always touching me somehow. youâre 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 weâre sitting or you drag me onto your lap. your head on my shoulder, you do that one a lot.â
youâre laughing at him now. remembering comments his friends would make to you. that theyâve never seen him like this with a woman. that they wouldnât expect him to be all over you like this. you like having bakugou katsuki obsessed with you. who wouldnât?
he tackles you back into the sofa in a hug, his face stuffed down your neck, âfuck. fuck.â
heâs 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.
âlet me hug you back!â
âtell me when you start findinâ it annoyinâ. i heard that itâs things you find cute at the beginning that get annoyinâ,â
you roll your eyes, pulling your arms out from under him, âshut up,â 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. âi love you katsuki. never change.â
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. âyeah, i wonât. love you too.â
ânow am i clingy, do you think?â
bakugou scoffs, ânot as much as me apparently.â
âall your friends think youâre clingy too.â
âwhat the fuck? they say that to you?â
you giggle, looking up at him with these pretty shiny eyes and he can smell the sugar on your breath from those cookies, âsometimes weâd do a countdown for when youâre about to appear beside me and you always come back to me quicker than we expect.â
the massive pro hero whines, âfor fucks sake. how about i never speak to you in public? always on the opposite ends of the table. i wonât even take you home after, huh?â
you peck his lips softly, âno.â
he hangs his head. heâd never be able to do all of that. youâre always his favourite in a room, âyeah, youâre right. at least iâd be able to find you if you get kidnapped or somethinâ.â
you slap his arm, âdonât even say that!â
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