summary: helping defend his kid from other kids on roblox.
“Katsuki.”
No response.
“Katsuki.”
Still nothing. Just the glow of the screen reflecting off his face, jaw clenched, eyes locked in like he was planning a full-scale battle strategy. His fingers flew across the keyboard, clicking with the precision of a trained assassin.
You folded your arms. “Katsuki Bakugo. You are a grown-ass man playing Roblox.”
He finally looked up from your kid’s gaming setup, scowling. “Yeah? And?”
You pinched the bridge of your nose. “And you’re a Pro Hero. You fight real villains. You’ve literally saved the world.”
“Yeah, well, right now, I’m savin’ my kid’s goddamn tycoon,” he snapped, turning back to the screen.
Your child, sitting beside him, was absolutely thriving. “GET HIS ASS, DADDY!”
“ON IT, SQUIRT,” Katsuki barked, fingers moving like he was hacking into a government database.
You sighed, watching your fully grown husband—one of the strongest heroes alive—brutalizing a bunch of kids in Roblox because some 10-year-old named BlazeNinja_44 wouldn’t stop spawn-killing your kid.
The chat was on fire.
BlazeNinja_44: BRO WHO IS THIS
ExplosiveDynamight (Katsuki): UR WORST NIGHTMARE, LITTLE ****
BlazeNinja_44: ?????
ExplosiveDynamight: U LIKE SPAWN-KILLIN’ KIDS? HOW BOUT I SPAWN-KILL UR WHOLE BLOODLINE
Your kid cackled kicking their legs back and forth watching his dad go off for him. “Dad, you sound like one of those gamers.”
“GOOD.” Katsuki cracked his knuckles like he was about to drop a finisher move. “This lil’ bastard deserves it.”
You stared in sheer disbelief as your husband—a fully licensed Pro Hero—went on an unstoppable rampage, obliterating a bunch of middle schoolers in an online Lego game.
And worst of all?
Your kid was cheering him on.
You sighed, rubbing your temples. “I can’t believe I married you.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Katsuki muttered, eyes still locked on the screen. “y’know you love me.” he grins.
Little one who stops their feet and insists they are too old for nap time, and then get surprised when mama says that it’s fine. They don’t have to take a nap if they don’t want to.
But mama’s gonna lay down for a little bit. And she just took a shower, so she smells extra nice and her bare skin is extra warm. She looks so comfortable, laid naked across the bed, with her book resting on her chest. Her breasts part when she lays back, leaving a perfect little space for your head. And her tummy looks so soft, like it would just perfectly mould to your body if you curled up on it.
But you’re a big kid, and big kids don’t need naps. So you just stare at her with wide, needy eyes, trying to convince yourself to stay strong. Even though mama looks awfully cozy. Even though it would feel so good to give in and let her pointy nails find their way into your hair, gently scratching your scalp.
Maybe you could just lay down for a little bit. You wouldn’t have to take a nap. You could still be a big kid and lay with mama for just a few minutes. You’ll get up in a few seconds, you tell her. You can’t stay for long. You’ve got lots of big kid responsibilities to attend to.
She understands, she assures you. You can get up whenever you want. But for right now, she’s just gonna pull the thick plush comforter up over your naked bodies. Because she’s getting a little cold. And she’s gonna turn the lights off, so she can relax.
Cause even mamas need a little rest. And, when she looks down to find you fast asleep against her, she thinks big kids must need rests too.
so its about reader trying to stab them when they sleep and then she like drops the knife and they’re like I don’t know it’s okay with shoto and Deku and they’re just like comforting her in their bed so yeah, I already know I posted about this, but I’m posting it again, cause I really need to read it again IF I REMEMBER RIGHT THE LAST LINE IS SOMETHING LIKE “maybe stolkholm syndrome is kicking in” or something like that
Guys, im bored. Let's share some yandere class 1a headcanons in the comments or any mha character idc JUST GIVE ME SOME YANDERE CLASS 1A CONTENT IM STRAVING FOR THEM
okay it had a darling who tried to stab them while they sleep but then she drops the knife and they comfort her in their bed! seems basic but i can’t find it anywhere! It wasn’t a link to A03 and it was on here if that helps! I know this is a long shot but worth a try!
Yandere Empress who welcome a new consort in the harem but wont let anyone touch you because she needs to teach you the ways of the body.
Yandere Empress who calls you to her room so she can watch you dance as you would for the Emperor, but he cant attend to either of you too drunk from his drinks earlier.
Yandere Empress who has you undress in front of her until you are bare. She has you lay on her bed as she looks at you head to toe.
Yandere Empress who takes a smooth jade stone out, smiling as you tremble. She coos to relax you.
Yandere Empress plunges a fingers into your walls as you arch from the foreign sensation.
Yandere Empress toys with your throbbing clit, circling it with a sharp nail.
Yandere Empress who rubs a thumb over you nipple as she inserts the stone into you. Capturing your mouth with a kiss. She thrusts the stone in and out and deeper each time.
Yandere Empress tangles her tongue with yours as you release. Smirking. She was the one who took your innocence away.
Yandere Empress who continues to grind her pussy on you until you both release. She the places the jade stone in her before rocking into you with it over and over.
Arching into you as she thrusts. The stone rubbing both clits in the process. She thrusts hard until you both climax.
Yandere Empress kisses away the tears from your eyes as she continues to thrust into you.
You overstimulated but laying there for her pleasure. Yandere Empress who continues with you until the morning light.
Yandere Empress who can only pleasure you this way and you forever loyal to her.
✧ pairing: library student worker!Twice x afab!student!Reader
✧ word count: 9.9k
✧ ao3 mirror
✧ warnings: college au/no quirks, maladaptive daydreaming (twice), twice is chaotic af, commits library related crimes, use of the term sweetheart a few times, smut, vaginal fingering/sex, doggy style, afab terms, no pronouns for reader, gratuitous swearing this is potentially the softest thing I've ever written, like she's pretty tame idk what Twice does to me
✧ summary: In which Twice learns that sometimes dreams do come true, except those dreams are just the maladaptive fantasies of a broke library receptionist and, while sexy, also involve more fraud than he expected.
✧ a/n: Hey y'all, this is set in the same universe as my shiggy college piece, but you don't need to have read that. There are some fun little easter eggs though if you have tho. This is like the most tame thing I've ever written and it's way longer than it was meant to be but oh well. Anyway, Twice deserves some love. Enjoy <3
Logically, Jin was aware you probably had no idea who the fuck he was.
But that really didn’t have any effect on the wildly intricate fantasy life he had created for the two of you during his long shifts behind the library reception desk. That, in fact, was the only reason he hadn’t up and quit just to save himself the embarrassment of another loud outburst in the middle of the most silent place on campus.
What was truly more shocking was the fact that none of those said outburst had gotten his ass kicked straight out the door.
But he held out.
If only for you.
Late nights or lazy afternoons you were always in the campus library—studying he assumed or…
'Studying,' because a lot of the time he noticed you’d show up with a drink from the cafe a few blocks down, set out a line of colored pens and not touch a single one of them for hours, content to stare blankly at the chipped desktop. And even that Jin was more than happy to watch.
He did a lot of watching.
Mostly because he wasn’t permitted to leave the desk unattended unless there were piling up returned books which needed to be replaced quickly.
So instead, he pretended to be busy scrolling through something on his old as hell monitor—which was conveniently set up directly across from the comfy chair/desk combo you always managed to grab—and he indulged in day dreams where you’d bring him a coffee from the cafe when you came in and set it on his desk, maybe kiss him on the cheek, maybe loiter by his workstation and play with his hair and—
Yeah.
It was a lot.
But you were always in that chair, always working or pretending to work and you never seemed to notice the uninterrupted hours of staring Jin did, so what was the harm?
If you never knew, you’d never get creeped out—cause it was creepy, he knew that, oh fuckin' boy did he know it was real goddamn weird.
He just couldn’t seem to give it up. Especially when the conditions presented perfectly for some good uninterrupted, totally not stalker-y at all, fantasizing.
Sometimes he thought you might have some mundane superpower that let you always snatch that perfect seat right across from his computer, and made it so the library was just cool enough that he’d get to watch you shrug on that cute extra sweatshirt you always brought. So he could catch a glimpse of some skin—in a totally normal and not invasive way—when your arms went over your head. So he could imagine it was his ratty old sweaters you were wearing just so you could smell him on you and god he really wanted to get close enough to smell you—was that too weird? No. Yes? No.
Not at all.
But the best part, the part that really convinced him on those awful days when he really just could not be bothered to drag himself out of bed and walk the couple blocks to campus just to sit in awful silence alone, in his head alone with the fucking thoughts that made him want to rip his hair out—
What made it worth it was those times every few weeks when your classes would get new assigned readings. Because then you’d have to check out new textbooks, since you were one of those geniuses that had figured out the library kept a ton of those books in stock. Of course you were, cause you were fucking perfect.
And when you had to check out new books, you had to come to reception.
Jin got to watch as your lovely figure moved through the stacks like you were ballroom dancing along the halls of faded, sea-green shelves, almost floating over the linoleum trying to find just the right volume in the right addition before anyone else beat you to it.
It was one of the most gorgeous things he’d ever seen.
Spinner would call him a fucking simp if he ever dared to uttered any of that out loud, but it didn’t matter.
If it was you, he’d simp for fucking life.
And then, you’d walk that fucking glorious ass over to his desk and plop the books down, smiling—cause you were polite like that, so fucking perfect he couldn’t hardly believe it sometimes—and asking how his day was while he checked you out in every sense of the phrase.
In a completely platonic and not freaky way.
So Jin kept coming to work, to that god awful job he really hated and which hated him just as vehemently. He clocked in every day and waited patiently like a fucking puppy counting the hours till its workaholic owner arrived home, ears perking up when you walked through the door and flashed your ID to the attendant.
If only for that.
He’d put up with his boss’ complaints and the weird stares he got when the thoughts just wouldn’t stay in his head anymore and he had to start talking to himself to fill the silence.
If only for that.
Those few hours when he could lose himself in the fake inner life where you were waiting for him when his shift let out, waiting to gather him, tired and understimulated, into your arms. Where you’d sneak into the back room with him just to chat and lace your fingers with his and maybe sit that fucking wonderful ass up on the tables so he could stand in between your thighs and you’d pull him down to—
Yeah.
That was enough.
***
It wasn’t until Tuesday when he had to come in again that week, and he already knew it was gonna suck balls.
Friday he’d gotten another round of complaints from some stuck up fucking business students—it was always the fucking business majors with those silver spoons so far up their asses—snitching to his boss that he’s been ‘disruptive’ and ‘disturbing’ during his last shift.
“Not my fucking fault,” he muttered under his breath, kicking a rock along the side walk he’d picked up two blocks before. “Yes it is. No it’s not!”
Jin groaned and tugged at his hair, wishing he’d brought a Tylenol or something to curb the headache that was already sticking it’s ugly ass claws into his temples. He really, really heavily contemplated just ditching, calling in sick or some shit. Technically he was a student worker, so they had to work with his DRS accommodation and he was actually having a bad fucking time.
But one of his friends had already texted to ask if he’d try and reserve them that sweet ass study room on the third floor and Jin wasn’t really looking to disappoint anyone else this week. Besides, it was fun to abuse his minuscule power. Fun to go corrupt for once. Fight the system and all that.
He liked to think you’d be proud of him for it, based on the kinds of texts you checked out at least.
So, he dragged his sad ass back to the looming library looking far too much like a prison than was necessary and clocked in. Actually, the first thing he did was check the chair—your chair and nobody else’s chair, he might actually make a fucking scene if somebody ever did steal it—and his face visibly fell when you were not occupying it.
It was a bit early, Jin supposed as he paused briefly when he noticed the can of Monster and rando vending machine chips sitting next to it by the reception computer. The sticky note slapped to the top read 'For your troubles' in familiar handwriting and that pulled a bit of a smile from him as he quickly rearranged the scheduling of study room sign ups so the fancy third floor room would be free for the rest of the night.
Then Jin sat, staring at the study room schedules for a moment, feeling his eyes softly glaze over until a hand slapped down on the raised lip of the reception desk.
“Hey bro,” Spinner greeted him with a wild smile and a flurry of bright pink hair.
Jin had to blink a few extra times to get his vision to clear. When it did he saw, horrifyingly, that he’d been staring at the fucking blank screen for two hours without moving.
Why was it that his head was either deadly quiet, devoid of even a single errant thought or so loud as fucking shit at all times that he couldn’t physically keep the thoughts in?
“Hey, dude, what’s up?” Jin asked, running a hand through his unruly hair.
“Aren’t you supposed to like shush me or something?”
Spinner chuckled a bit at his own god awful joke and Jin couldn’t find it in himself to be annoyed, too glad for the company.
“I mean,” he shrugged, popping the can of Monster and ignoring the dirty looks he got for the sound. “I would if I was, uh, good at my job.”
“Which I’ve heard you definitely are not,” Spinner wrapped his fingers over the lip of the desk and leaned back on his heels, swaying side to side idly.
“You’re just figuring that out now?”
Jin didn’t bother watching while Spinner nearly tripped over himself fidgeting as he spun to stand at the little gate that corralled Jin inside like livestock. He was too busy glancing over to check you hadn’t slipped in while his brain had taken a trip to the astral plane without him.
“No, I been knew, but my sources tell me you’ve gone off the rails my friend,” long legs stepped over the wooden partition until the only friend he had who was quite possibly more annoying than Jin himself was sat on the counter next to his computer. “Finally been radicalized have you?”
Jin huffed and sipped his Monster, “Guess it fuckin’ took me long enough.”
“Yeah, no kidding,” Spinner was messing about with the stacks of multicolored sticky notes littered across the desk before glancing up to wink at Jin. “So what can I get you to do for me in exchange for free food?”
“Now I really am gonna fucking shush you,” Jin smashed his finger against Spinners grin only to get a hand covered in spit for his trouble.
“Right, right,” Spinner held his hands up in defeat, “can’t have you cheating on your sweetheart.”
“Not my—yes I’m in a committed fictional relationship thank you very much—ugh!”
Jin could feel the heads shooting up from laptop screens and textbooks to stick daggers in his back with their angry stares. Spinner at least had the good sense to look a little fucking guilty for egging him on.
“Sorry bro, I had to shoot my shot ya know?” a hand disappeared into the mop of bubblegum locks in apology.
“It’s fine…” Jin trailed off, mumbling and blushing more than a little profusely as he turned to check the book drop box. “Not like I’m ever gonna fuckin’ shoot mine anyway.”
“Oh we are not gonna have that kinda of shit discussion,” Spinner’s hand shot out and grabbed him firmly by the shoulders, spinning Jin in his chair. “On god bro, we’re gonna get you a date one of these days.”
Jin didn’t dignify that kind of lie with a response.
Spinner once again, had the good sense to not push the envelope any farther.
“And in the meantime, you can come to the League meeting tonight!”
“Your gaming club thing?”
“Yeah, it’s Smash night and we need to fill a space sooooo…”
Jin knew Spinner and his roommate—the same friend who he’d gone study room rogue for—had started a gaming club their freshman year. Spinner had been trying to strong arm him into attending ever since. To, as he put it, ‘socialize,’ and ‘make new friends.’ All things which Jin was patently horrible at and avoided like the plague.
Needless to say, he’d refused every time.
It wasn’t just the whole being alone with like two people he kinda knew in a room full of strangers. Games themselves were just a lot for him. The flashing colors and the loud noises made his head—which was already so fucking full all the time and he really needed to keep any extra scrap of space for extra random facts he picked up about you and your future married life together—get a bit misaligned.
They just weren’t his jam most of the time.
“I’m good, thanks for the offer though,” Jin twisted out of Spinner’s grasp and craned his head to check your seat again.
Still empty.
He sighed.
Spinner continued to ramble and Jin continued to only half listen. It wasn’t as pleasant to day dream when you weren’t there for the added visual aesthetic. And he was trying to not be a dick and ignore the one friend he had managed to keep around over the years. But it was hard when his mind had a mind of its own.
Wow.
Meta.
“Jin?”
The voice—deep and dark in such a dramatically ominous way it might have been funny if it didn’t belong to his permanently disgruntled supervisor—interrupted his already derailing train of thought.
“Oh, uh, hello sir,” Jin stuttered, turning to find Kurogiri leaning against the reception desk with one arm, turning only slightly to accommodate Spinner’s form bolting over the gate and out the library doors.
He did manage to throw a fading, “See ya later, bro” over his shoulder before he disappeared around the corner.
Yeah thanks for the warning, bro.
“Aren’t you supposed to be reshelving the books from the drop box?” Kurogiri sighed, perpetually disappointed in a way that had Jin’s face burning and shame bubbling up in his throat.
He hated this job. He was objectively terrible at it, and so usually he wouldn’t give that much of a shit at not doing it well. Kurogiri just had some type of vibe—like daddy but not in the sexy way Spinner always joked about—that made it really, really upsetting to let him down.
Father figure? Yeah that's what it was called.
“Right, yeah um, sorry,” Jin nodded quickly and leapt from his chair, only mildly bruising his knee on the desk as he reached to empty the book drop.
Another incorporeal sigh was the only acknowledgement he received as he loaded the cart with wheels louder than Jin on a particularly bad day and rolled the pile of books back to the stacks. He paused once more, just before the sea green shelving units swallowed him up, to sneak another futile peak at your chair. But it still sat empty—empty and lonely with no you and cold without your body pressed against the worn upholstery.
Jin felt a chill too, a slow tingling thing that worked its way up from the base of his spine. It drove him deeper into the walls of books, away from the empty spaces.
It was harder to look.
Harder to be reminded of what he did not have.
Of what he’d never have cause he was too much of a goddamn pussy to ever just fucking talk to you—
But then what if he did? What if he did talk to you? What would happen then?
Those were the types of questions he tried to avoid when crafting your intricate, fictional lives together. Precisely because they were the easiest to answer.
You’d realize within the first five minutes or so of conversation—if Jin could even make it that far without embarrassing himself—that he was just a generic brand weirdo that all your pretty, normal, aesthetically pleasing friends would warn you to stay away from and because you were also pretty and normal and not a fucking idiot, you’d have the common sense to listen.
He’d lose you in the blink of an eye.
Your chair would sit cold and empty forever and the imaginary garden he’d been planting for you to come imaginarily home too would wilt and die like all the other happy thoughts in his head.
It was quite the conundrum and one Jin was not keen to solve soon.
Not that things ever really went his way. Cause problems could only be avoided for so long before all that time spent ignoring them came back to bite him full on the ass.
Which, apparently, came this time in the form of what had to be quiet, muffled sobbing drifting in between the shelves from the back hallway.
It was dark here in this section of the building—free of most windows so as not to cause any sunning damage to the books—and Jin had seen more than enough horror movies to know that it was a horrendous idea to follow the ominous crying sounds coming from the bowls of this old as fuck building. But even as he made up his mind to ignore it, the hand currently working one of the returns back into its proper place dropped the book to his cart as his feet slowly turned to face the corridor.
He looked around skeptically for a second, not entirely certain his poor brain hadn’t simply malfunctioned again, as it was wont to do, and fabricated the sound entirely. But as he peaked out from between the stacks, and down the dimly lit hall, he heard it again.
Echoey and soft in the wide, empty space it—was definitely coming from the hall and it was definitely a person.
Jin caught himself moving without ever meaning too, the books laying forgotten as he crept towards the source of the noise and paused just before leaving the stacks entirely. This hall was full of small alcoves built into the centuries old walls and led to the lesser used storage portions of the library that only the janitorial staff and the university librarians ever entered. He really didn’t want to stumble across someone from the special collections department bawling over a damaged or lost manuscript.
But his wayward feet pushed him forward, too sympathetic for his own good. He found himself shuffling down the abandoned hall, peering into each small dip in the walls to find the source of his distraction.
And when he did, Jin was—for once in his life—thankful for his lack of self-preservation instincts.
And cursed his blatant lack in interpersonal skills.
Because it was you.
You curled with your knees to your chest and your head in your hands, shoulders shaking, as you cried into your palms.
The universe had handed him maybe the only golden opportunity he would ever get on right on a platter.
But Jin didn’t have a fucking clue what do with it.
And there certainly wasn’t much time to formulate a game plan as his nervous breathing and sudden intake of breath upon discovering his imaginary lover sniffling right in front of him, had certainly alerted you to his presence.
Your head shot up in an instant, knocking dully against the stone wall with a thud.
“Shit,” you cursed and hands flying up to cover the area as Jin jumped on the spot at your outburst.
“Are you okay?” he asked lamely as you glanced over at him, eyes red and wet and so fucking sad oh fucking god, widening as you realized you’d been caught.
“Huh? Ye—oh uh, yes,” your words came out jumbled, legs unfolding quickly to push yourself off the bench and hands wiping furiously at your eyes. “I’m fine, sorry.”
“You sure about that?”
Jin cringed visibly and frowned at the way you deflated under his stare. God the first fucking time he actually talks to you and he already made an ass of himself.
Spinner’s roommate was such a liar, it really fucking sucked to be right sometimes.
“I mean,” you crumpled back down onto the ledge and Jin took a careful step closer, “no, but yes. Like I’m definitely having a breakdown in the back of the fucking library but I don’t wanna, uh, bother you with that. So, yeah I’m good.”
“You can bother me,” he replied way too fucking quickly.
But he couldn’t really be embarrassed about it. Your voice was just so captivating, and you weren’t talking to him in that raised pitch anymore like you usually did—the way everyone does when they’re trying to be surface level and polite. No this was your voice how you sounded when you were relaxing with your friends or making breakfast in the morning or talking to yourself in the shower (he liked to think you did that, or sang maybe as you worked the soap into your skin, one of the two but he always imagined you filled silences with how fucking pretty you were).
“No, really. That would be weird, right?”
Jin grimaced as you fixed him with a watery yet suspicious stare.
Yeah it was weird.
Everything he did concerning you was weird, objectively. He was definitely being over-familiar and too eager, especially considering you didn’t fucking know him.
But he knew you.
Jin felt like he’d known you for all months he’d spent pretending to be by your side.
And you were crying and he had to do something.
“I mean, yeah I guess,” he mumbled, taking a risk and plopped down on the opposite end of the alcove and resting his head on the wall. “But not any weirder than having a breakdown in the employees only section of the library building on a Tuesday.”
You kept staring blankly for a few moments before the most miraculous thing happened.
Jin had to physically stop his jaw from hitting the floor when the quiet giggle bubbled up from your chest and spilled out into the hall, warm enough to melt even the freezing linoleum floor.
“Yeah, you’ve got a point,” your voice cracked a bit as a few more tears slid like pearls down your cheeks.
“My name’s Jin,” he said, shocked stupid both by your laugh and the apparent success of his comforting methods.
“Oh, hi, well I guess I don’t have to call you book drop boy anymore,” you rubbed at your face again and tucked your legs back into your chest, though it looked a bit more relaxed this time.
Not so trying-desperately-to-fade-out-of-existence.
“You called me that?” Jin asked, brain still functioning at half capacity, only shocked at the fact that he existed as a concept in your head enough to have a name and realizing a bit too late how accusatory he must have sounded. “Shit, I mean it’s totally fine I just didn’t think you, uh, well I mean, like, knew about me I guess?”
You finally smiled and his brain power cut out another fourth at being personally graced by the expression this close up.
“Yeah, you always check me out—fuck sorry not that you check me out, just you scan my books and I just called you ‘book drop boy’ in my head cause I never got a chance to ask for your name but I have it now so that’s cool….”
Your head dropped back down to your knees as you groaned and Jin suddenly felt a lot less nervous than he had a few seconds ago.
You were weird too.
For so long you’d existed on this pedestal thousands of feet in the air, and now you were stepping down from the heavens and onto earth. Not in a bad way! Just, Jin had never really stopped to think that you might be a person too.
Well.
No, he knew you were a person, just he never thought you might get flustered and ramble and be nervous in front of him.
Cause he was a fucking train wreck—the bar was so goddamn low.
It was almost as comforting as your smile.
“Oh, yeah sorry I’m not the best at customer service if you couldn’t tell,” he sighed and ran a hand through his wild hair.
You looked back up with a wry grin, “I don’t know, I’d say you’re going above and beyond right now.”
And you were funny.
He was gonna fucking combust.
“Ha, yeah, I try,” he trailed off for a moment before glancing back at your curled in your corner, fuck he could just imagine sitting behind you, your head on his chest while you—”So uh, did you wanna talk about it or…?”
“Uh, yeah,” you picked idly at the grouting of the stone and mumbled, “I guess it’s not so weird if we’re on a first-name basis.
And that was how Jin discovered that you’d been hiding in the back of the library bawling your eyes out for hours—since even before his shift started. Apparently you’d gotten here extra early, even skipped a class, to snag some super specific required text for your final thesis and right before you got to the shelf some jackass swooped in, effectively hit and running with the only copy of that book on campus.
The book in questions was one of the newer additions that had special added footnotes you needed for your paper and was a whopping 500 fucking dollars to rent from every other place online. You couldn’t afford it, and honestly what fucking student could? But you needed it to complete the paper or you’d fail and Jin very much understood the need for a good breakdown after a catastrophe like that.
“Damn, that’s uh, fucking awful,” he frowned on your behalf as your head hit the wall a second time in frustration.
“Yeah so, I’m like royally fucked either way. Now I just gotta decide which hole I’m taking it in I guess,” you groaned.
Jin’s eyebrows raised at your choice of words but they were apt, he supposed. People really do get comfortable with each other pretty quick when bonding over shared institutional rage.
“Well,” he began, wringing his hands nervously at what he was about to suggest. “You might be in luck cause I’ve recently decided to abuse my library powers for good and I maybe, possibly, could try and see if there’s some strings I can pull?”
You perked up a bit, looking at him incredulously.
Jin felt comfortably full under your stare.
“Seriously?”
The word was soft and it bounced off the walls just as much as it did the inside of his skull.
Swapping study rooms to help a friend out was one thing. But falsifying checkout dates for someone he barely knew—had essentially married in his maladaptive fantasies—could get him fired.
He hated this job but he needed it.
Were you worth the risk?
Of course, he found himself thinking without hesitation.
You were everything.
“Yeah, sure,” he nodded, any lingering uncertainty washing away at the way you looked at him through your lashes. “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it.”
“Are you always this nice?”
Jin didn’t answer right away. He was too caught up in how you’d leaned forward on your hands across the bench, peering like he was some exotic animal or a stray cat in the parking lot—all soft wonderment with fingers curling like they ached to grab hold and rescue him from this parchment scented monotony.
“Not always…”
“Should I feel special then?”
If his face wasn’t red before, it was now. Red and blistering under the summer campfire heat that radiated off you—woodsy and warm and so painfully familiar like an old friend’s hand.
“...I guess you—fucking definitely, ” he quite nearly shouted the last bit, startled by his own volume and already mortified at the outburst but then you chuckled again from beside him.
He turned to see you standing and offering a hand which he gladly too if only to feel the weight of your palm against his.
“Well, you’ll have to let me pay you back then.”
“Oh, no you don’t actually—”
You held a hand up and the words turned to ash on his tongue in an instant, mouth glued shut by your gesture.
“Coffee on me or something, there’s a nice cafe a few blocks from here,” you dropped your hand and your eyes were clear now, no sign of the previous afternoon sobbing alone in the hallway. Jin felt a surge in his chest knowing he was the one who did that. “You gotta pass off the contraband anyway, and I don’t think it would be that great of an idea to do it here.”
God you were fucking perfect.
“Can’t argue with that.”
***
Jin was sweating profusely as he snuck past the library attendant, totally inconspicuous and not not all looking like he was doing a single thing wrong in the slightest.
Yeah they definitely didn’t suspect a thing.
The process of fraud was actually a lot less complicated of an undertaking that Jin had expected. All he had to do was search up the book, find the student that had stolen the success of his sweetheart’s educational career and flag his account. They’d get an automated message about the flag, instructing them to return any borrowed items or they’d be forced to pay fines while the account was examined.
Technically he needed administrator credentials to report student accounts, but luckily Kurogiri had his login info written on a sticky note hidden on the back of the monitor. All in all it was a pretty easy job.
The whole thing had taken only a matter of days, in which time you had returned to the library only twice—the first to get confirmation on the success of Jin’s newest descent into low level crime which had set his heart thundering in his chest as you bent conspiratorially over his desk, your face just inches from his.
The second time, Jin had horrifically been absent from his desk, however he was met with possibly the most wonderful sight of his life upon returning from the labyrinth of shelves.
On one of the hundreds of post-it note pads that littered the library reception area, there were scribbles that he was sure hadn’t been there before. He almost tossed it, but upon closer inspection, you’d written your number there and signed just below it. In the cutest fucking handwriting he’d ever seen—cute not for any stylistic reason, but it simply felt that way just by virtue of it being yours—was written the digits and “-for book drop boy”
The noise he made reading that turned more than a dozen heads and almost got him fired there on the spot before any of his indiscretions were even discovered, but he couldn’t find it in himself to regret it.
So, nerve wrackingly, Jin texted you as he nearly sprinted home from his shift after that piece of shit asshole who made you cry had trudged angrily in and dropped off his ‘stolen’ book.
— HEY IT’S JIN!
— from the library
— shit sorry that wasn’t meant to be in caps
— n e way….
— I’ve intercepted the ~package~ so whenever you’re ready for the hand off, I’m good
Most perfect fucking human being to…
Oh my god thank you so much!!!—
Is tomorrow at like 5ish good for you?—
Also send me your order—
so we don’t have to do that awkward waiting in line for drinks bit—
Holy fuck you multi-texted too! Spinner would roll over in his fucking grave, he hated when Jin did that. But there was always so much to say and he could never think of it all at the same time. Plus, you wanted to save him from that god awful silence where you both stand in line next but he can’t talk cause he has keep repeating his order in his head over and over or he’ll blank when he gets to the register so it’s just this painful weird glancing back and forth—
Ugh, maybe all the shit about manifestation that girl who always loaned him exacto knives in his sculpting class always talked about was real.
Cause there was no way you weren’t just heaven-sent, handcrafted especially for him and all his general brand of weird.
The hours which usually flew by without Jin’s notice dragged all that night. He was so full of excess energy that made his hand shake and his thoughts race, not sure what to do with themselves now that they didn’t need to fantasize about you.
He decided to use all that extra motivation to vacuum the kitchen at 4:30 in the morning, much to his roommates' chagrin. She liked to get a nice solid eight hours every night and constantly reminded Jin of this, trying to sell him on that sleepy time tea before bed, though he really hated the smell of camomile.
Magne may lose out on some of her beauty sleep—not that she needed it and Jin would tell her that constantly, even if he did have some patently horrible judgment most of the time so he wasn’t really the best at offering reassurance—but the kitchen would be clean when she woke up so win-win really.
When she did wake up—wandering out of her room looking effortlessly put together in a way Jin could never hope to emulate—she sat at the table, sipping her tea and appraising him worriedly.
Jin was still in his jeans from the day before, hair spiking in every direction but down, and chewing his nails nervously despite losing most of them to the hour or two of early morning floor scrubbing.
“Babe,” she shook her head slowly, “take a breath.”
“Yeah okay,” he sighed and inhaled deeply, letting himself slide off the couch cushions and to the newly sparkling floors on the exhale.
“There, now wanna share what the hell is going on?”
He glanced up at her from the hardwood and groaned as she looked back down, brows furrowed over her glasses.
“Huhh, okay. So that absolute work of art from the library is meeting me for coffee later cause I have trade over this book I sort of stole, it’s a long story, and I don’t know if it’s a date—it sounds like a date, cause that’s where people go for dates and shit—but it might just be to pay me back for stealing the book. And if it is I’ve only ever been on that one date before which was with fucking Spinner like two years ago so—”
Magne held up a hand to quiet Jin before the speed of his words tied his tongue in physical knots. She looked contemplative, taking another soft sip of tea and nodding her head for a moment getting up to crouch on the floor by his head.
“You think too much for your own good, but never about the right things,” she mumbled, smoothing some of the hair from his face. “Does it really matter if this is a date or not?”
Jin blinked. “What do you mean?”
“Well,” she chuckled in that way people do when kids ask them obvious questions—kindly, appreciative of the curiosity, “either way you cut it, you’ll be spending time with this person you like, yeah?”
“Mhm,” he hummed and sat up to face her as she stood.
“A date is just hanging out with a special name anyway,” Magne’s hands were firm but gentle as she hoisted Jin off the floor and onto his feet. “You’ll be fine.”
His shoulders slumped both in mild relief and dejection that he’d waisted so much precious time he could have been preparing possible topics of conversation or strategies to ask you out for real date on worrying over how this first time would go.
How did Magne always fucking know all this stuff?
Other people were such a mystery to him.
To be fair, though, Jin was a mystery to himself most of the time as well.
“Thanks, sorry for not saying anything about it earlier,” he sniffed as she smiled and pinched his cheek way fucking harder than necessary.
“It’s alright, I’m only a little insulted you waited until now to tell me about this massive crush you’ve developed.”
“Yeah it’s got its own gravitational pull at this point.”
Magne laughed at that and Jin felt the room lighten.
“I do expect details when you get back though,” she said pointedly, finishing her tea wandering back to her room to grab her bag. “Spinner asked me, very begrudgingly might I add, to fill in at another of his club tournament things tonight so I’ll be out late.”
“Really? I didn’t think you liked that stuff.”
Jin shuffled over to her doorway and peaked into the neat little space. Magne was rummaging through the meticulously organized closet and frowning as she answered.
“I do, Spinner just doesn’t agree with my battle strategies,” she huffed. “My alignment is far too ‘chaotic’ and ‘recklessly violent’ for his tastes apparently.”
“Oh, yeah that makes sense,” Jin laughed this time just envisioning the two of them stuck on a team. “Well have fun with that.”
“Yeah well,” she brushed by him into the hall, keys jangling as she went and calling over her shoulder. “Text me how it goes, and wear that new button up you got last week, it looks good on you!”
***
Much to Jin’s surprise and delight, Magne was right.
He was fine.
He was fine.
Fine was a bit subjective—as he was most certainly still highkey panicking on main as he got out of his last class and walked the short few blocks to the cafe on campus—but regardless he was perfectly okay.
Of course that all went right out the fucking window in the split second between him walking in and you already staring at the door as he entered. Your eyes widened just a bit and this smile broke out slowly across your cheeks when you waved him over and it was like suddenly every single creepy as hell day dream had just become reality.
It was a little overwhelming to say the least.
His heart may have actually stopped in his chest for a bit and he did contemplate the possibility that Kurogiri might have actually discovered his little plot, murdered him in cold blood and stuffed his body in the records room. This might all just be the afterlife, but that would mean that Jin had gone to some kind of heaven which didn’t really add up with his current tract record.
But it was fine.
Because you were really fucking easy to talk to.
Like, really fucking easy.
It was sorta strange actually, how you seemed to know all this shit he was into before he even really mentioned it.
After you traded off the goods, you both sat in the big comfy couches upstairs in the loft and you listened to him info dump, inevitably getting lost down innumerable unrelated tangents. You managed to keep up well enough though and not question the winding conversation.
“Damn,” he said, sipping at the last dregs left behind in his cup. “How do you know about all this stuff?”
“Uh,” you paused then, looking maybe just a bit sheepishly into your own drink. “I may or may not have spent a considerable amount of time eavesdropping into your conversations while you’re on shift.”
He saw flashes at that moment—dial up sounds going off between his ears.
Jin.exe has stopped working.
“...What?”
You grimaced and hid your face in your hands for a moment, “I know it sounds really creepy, my friends just sorta made a, um, game out of it? They tease me a lot about going to study at the library just cause of the cute guy that works there, so we all kinda stalk you a little bit just—wow this is sounding exponentially worse and worse every second.”
He gaped a bit despite himself as you cringed visibly and Jin tried to discreetly pinch his thigh to make sure this really wasn’t some sort of cruel, cruel fever dream.
“You think I’m cute…?”
He blinked once and your eyes shot up to meet his, a pained, half smile caught between your teeth. “I mean, yeah. I kinda thought I was being a bit obvious, sorry.”
“What no, holy fuck,” he spluttered, face on fire and legs bouncing restlessly against the couch across from you. “Don’t apologize, I have a, uh, staring habit too I guess.”
“I know,” you rubbed at the back of your neck and Jin didn’t think it was possible for you to be anymore endearing. “I’ve noticed, that’s like the whole reason I insisted on buying you a drink.”
“So wait is this a date?”
Jin wished almost immediately that he hadn’t asked, because Magne was right, it super didn’t matter but fucking shit on a stick he really wanted it to be a date!!!!
“Yeah,” you nodded. “If you’d like that.”
“Yes!—ah, I mean, uh yeah mhm,” Jin choked on his spit with enthusiasm, but it did earn him a concerned shoulder pat so he’d take the win.
It also afforded him the opportunity to walk you home after hours chatting until the streets were lit by burnt orange lamps and the cafe was closing. You didn’t live all that far from him actually and when you stopped to point out your door, the two of you were overcome by that telltale, charged silence.
Filled with potential.
Like a gas stove waiting for a spark to go up in flames.
It was you that struck the match.
“So, um, I promise I don’t just, uh, do this with everyone but, do you wanna maybe come inside,” you let your hand trail down his arm and slip into his palm, “I don’t feel like you’ve been properly compensated for saving my ass.”
Jin’s mouth was watering at the thought. He nodded slowly, eyes like saucers as you pulled him up your steps and through the door which shut promptly behind him.
Your place was nice in the sense that it fit you. He wasn’t really paying all that much attention to his surroundings as you locked the door and squeezed his hand in yours, leading him towards the end of the entrance hall.
When he stepped through to your bedroom, you toed off your shoes and he did the same, staring nervously and waiting for you to show him what exactly you meant by ‘further compensation.’
It was exactly what he’d hoped.
You approached him, still in the doorway, and stepped close so your chests brushed together. It was soft, the way you looked at him, sort of fuzzy around the edges while your hands trailed down his arms to place his palms at your waist.
It wasn’t like Jin hadn’t done this before—he totally had and definitely remembered all of it and wasn’t shit faced at all nope—but it hadn’t really mattered before. He knew in theory that he should take the lead, be a gentleman and make the first move and holy fucking god he was dying over there with the desire to finally live out his months and months of fantasies
But what if he did it wrong?
What if he ruined it now when he was so close to the finish line?
He’d never fucking forgive himself for it, and he could goddamn hear Magne in his head.
“You think too much for your own good.”
And he did, and he was right now, cause the room was only dimly lit by the street light streaming in through the window and you were reaching out to loop your arms behind his neck.
Should he lean down now?
Tilt left or right?
What if he clacked your teeth together?
What if—
Your lips were soft and hot against his, rubbing at the stubble on his chin before pressing close in that precious, puzzle-piece way human bodies fit together. He didn’t do much thinking after that.
His hands were too busy digging into the flesh of your hips separated by way to many fucking layers of fabric, and he couldn’t quite stop himself from indulging just a bit. Jin sucked gently at your lower lip, knees going weak at the glorious fucking sound you made in the back of your throat as he licked over the taught skin and tugged it between his teeth.
He could feel you smiling into his mouth, sharing breath and raking your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. Jin groaned and you—fucking cheeky little bastard—slipped your tongue right past his lips and licked at the back of his fucking teeth like a popsicle in July.
Your hands in his hair hard tugged and his breath was coming faster, lips gliding against yours as the room turned to steam around him.
Through the haze he clung to the few remaining seconds of clarity.
Jin pulled away for one painful second to mumble against your lips.“You meant have sex, right?”
“Yeah,” your voice was barely more than a whisper, but you nodded frantically and rolled your hips against his.
“Ohh fuck, ‘kay good, thank god.”
For once Jin had nothing more to add.
And you weren't exactly willing to give him back his tongue long enough for any interruptions anyway.
***
“Holy fucking shit, look at you,” Jin gasped into your ear.
Both of your clothes had been discarded long ago, and he had your bare back to his chest while he sat propped against the headboard with your legs hooked on either side of his knees. It didn’t afford him the best view, but he got your head resting on his shoulder and pretty moans spilling right into his ear.
He didn’t need to see your pussy anyway.
The slick pouring out of your pretty fucking hole and coating his fingers as he pumped two of them into you was more than enough. His other hand wandered in the lovely expanse of space between your chest and your waist, running softly over the skin and pausing to pinch and roll your nipples just to hear you whine.
His cock was so fucking hard, trapped between your ass and his stomach, twitching every time you thrust your hips to meet the movement of his wrist.
“Jin, fuck please-”
You used his name every time you begged him for more and it was really going to his head.
“You’re so goddamn perfect, I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” he groaned and sunk his fingers deeper into your soaking cunt while his mouth dropped to your neck and sucked hard to mark you lovely skin.
He licked at the indents of his teeth, tasting your sweat on his tongue that tangled with yours again as your hand reached for his cheek and pulled him in. It was less of a kiss and more of a sloppy forming of your mouths that left you connected by a silvery string of spit that flashed in the low light. Jin sighed at the sight, rutting his hips against the cleft of your ass.
Your thighs twitched where they were spread and your hips lifted off the mattress to meet the languid thrusts of his fingers that curled up on every push in to hear the hitch in your breath.
He took pity on you and brought his other hand down to rub circles on your clit, listening for the telltale whimpers and the way your nails dug into his arm to find the perfect rhythm.
“I don’t really—mm, there fuck—feel like I’m paying you back right now,” you mumbled nipping your own trail of stepping stone bruises onto his throat as he picked up the pace and held steady on that sweet bundle of nerves.
“Are you fucking serious?”
He didn’t really mean to full on growl at you then, but just the thought that you’d really believe he wasn’t about to fucking drown in ecstasy just from watching you get off—just from touching, speaking, being in anyway acknowledged by you at all. Jin nudged your head to the side and bit down harshly into the crook of your neck, shuddering as you moaned and arched against his chest.
In any other scenario, he could never really find the right balance between too many words and not enough. The sheer volume of thoughts and interjections that raced like cars reaching the end of rush hour traffic made the formulation of any coherent conversation impossible, but now—
Now with your body so pliant in his hands, so willing and sweet and wanting him.
Wanting him.
What a concept.
He needed you to understand, to know how fucking over the moon, sunshine bright you had him burning.
And for once, he finally had the words to do it.
After all, he’d had months to prepare.
It was surprisingly easy to change your positions, to pull away from you for just a moment so he could roll and cage you on your hands and knees under him, ass in the air nestled against his cock.
“You really don’t think I’m getting anything out of this?” he groaned into you ear, rocking his length against you both for emphasis and because it felt so fucking good.
“Ah, well ya know,” your voice was so wrecked he was desperate to find out how much it would take for you to lose it entirely. “When you put it like that—mmh—I just feel bad you’re doing all the work. ”
You had this cheeky fucking grin on your face when you rocked forward so back so his cock slipped down to your dripping lips. The heat of your cunt was mesmerizing and it took a fuck ton of self control Jin was unaware he possessed to not ram straight into you right then.
“Yeah cause I’ve wanted to for fucking months goddamn it’s driving me insane.”
“What?”
Now that he’d started, Jin couldn’t find it in himself to stop. His hands dug hard into your hips, rocking so the tip of his dick caught your clit and you shivered below him, hot skin sliding with the motion of your bodies.
“It’s all I think about whenever I see you,” he was shaking when his hand reached down to grip himself, spreading your folds and soaking his length in your slick. “When you come in to work I just fucking lose myself thinking about how bad I want you to be mine, my pretty fucking thing to bring me coffee while I work and let me fuck you in the backroom.”
You whimpered under him, face pressed into the mattress as he draped himself over you, chest to back with his breath ghosting over your ear.
“Literal hours I just sit there at that awful fucking job and I only keep coming cause of you, cause I can watch you sit all cute in your chair and watch the way your cheeks squish up when you put your face in your hands and imagine they’re my hands and I’m about to spit in your fucking mouth so you remember who you belong too.”
“I—” you were nearly choking on the drool that soaked through your sheets as Jin lined himself up with your pretty little hole, pressing just the tip into your heat. “I didn’t think you ever—nggh, shit—noticed much about me.”
The corners of his eyes burned as sweat dripped down his forehead, he had to hold back a sob as he sheathed another inch into those perfect walls.
“Notice you? You’re all I fucking think about,” he pressed his lips softly against your shoulder, hands running from your chest to your sides as you took his cock and every word that slipped from his lips without complaint. “I could take such good care of you. I just fucking know it, just please, let me take care of you?”
“Fuck Jin,” your voice was closer to a sob than anything else but he needs you screaming. “You don’t really have to convince me—”
His patience had run out long ago, not even willing to let you finish before he’d sunk in to the hilt, spearing you on his cock with one final thrust. You ass was flush with his hips and his balls hung heavy and tight against the back of your thighs. The strangled little cry that worked its way out of your throat had gooseflesh erupting across his arms where he held you to him.
Jin couldn’t really be sure—it wasn’t like his brain was all that functional on a day to day basis and it most certainly was not now—but your walls clenching around him and that addictive warm, wet feeling milking his cock was on a whole other level than any fuck he’d ever had before.
There was something about the curve of your back against his chest, and the way you seemed to suck him in, drawing his length back in just seconds after he’d pulled out. Some about the feeling of your chest in his hands, of the sweat on your skin that he licked off in a long strip up your spine. Like you really were made for him. As though all those months spent in dream land, concocting your pretend lives together had spilled over into reality, molding you into the perfect shape to take him deep and hard and cry while you came on his cock just like he knew you were meant to.
“Oh, fuck yeah, gonna make you feel so good, I promise,” he mumbled, forehead pressed to the nape of your neck as his hips drew back and he sunk into you over and over again.
He needed you to moan louder, needed your neighbors on the other side of every wall to hear what he did to you, how he fucked you dumb on his cock and made you drunk with the pleasure of it—slutty and perfect and better than any fantasy he could ever concoct.
The room was filled completely with the wet slap of your bodies—his balls tightening up just at the squelch of you taking him—leaving only enough space for your cries and his grunting, no room left for any bitter doubt to creep in and ruin the sweetness in the air.
He could feel the surge growing in his stomach, the tensing in his thighs as his hips stuttered, but he needed you to cum first. Wanted to tip over the edge to the feeling of you spasming around him, so he let a hand slip from your hip to your folds. Jin only paused for a moment to run a finger around your stretched hole, feeling himself plunging into you, before drifting back up to your swollen clit and working the sensitive bud.
The mattress creaked and rocked along as Jin increased his pace, shifting his hips until his tip knocked against something that had your hands fisting in the sheets and your tongue lolling out in between cries of his name.
You didn’t give him much a warning, not that he minded really. Just a muffled shout with your head smashed into the pillows and the tightening of your walls surrounding him before he felt your whole body wracked with tremors so hard he had to wrap both arms around your middle and hold you while he rammed into you.
Jin wasn’t really keeping track of the filth that was pouring from his lips as he brought himself closer to release. A lot of encouragement, that you were taking him so well, cumming so pretty for him, mixed with a lot of thanks—for letting him have this, have you, for not casting him aside like everyone else always inevitably did.
He did have the clarity to drag one arm up and link your fingers together, pressing hard into the bed while blood pounded in his ears and his hips stuttered in their relentless rhythm. When Jin did finally cum, it was a strangely silent affair, all the words and sound that usually roared inside him dying on his lips as his cock spilled milky release deep inside you and your walls fluttered at the fullness.
And then it was as though every muscle in his body changed physical states.
Boneless, he collapsed onto you with a little huff. You didn’t even complain, just squeezed his hand tighter in yours and hummed at the weight of him.
“Well I think that was a, um,” you panted while he nuzzled his face deeper into your neck, “pretty equivalent exchange yeah?”
“I don’t know,” Jin kissed and nipped at the sweet skin of your shoulder, “I think you might have over paid a bit.”
You laughed, the joyous movement of your chest jostled him from your back and had his soft cock slipping from you in a gush of combined release. “I doubt that very much, I didn’t know I’d be getting to take your fucking load as part of the deal.”
“Shit,” he felt his heart seize in his chest, raising up on his elbows to look down as you turned to him. “I’m sorry, I should have asked.”
Your hand came up to stroke his cheek, clammy but welcome. He sat up enough so you could lay on your back and pull him back down to your chest amidst the sweat and cum slicked sheets.
“Don’t worry about it, I would have asked you to anyway,” you kissed the baby frizz at his hairline and if Jin hadn’t already melted into a puddle, then he certainly was now. “If I’d been able to talk at all.”
“Ha, yeah….”
A short silence descended in your dark bedroom. The noise of cars and the occasional shout filtered in through the window, but there was no other sound than your evening breaths. Jin tried not to ruin the peace while he had it.
It was such a rare commodity.
But he couldn’t say he mourned the quiet when you finally spoke.
“Did you wanna stay the night?” you asked in that soft way he always envisioned you would.
Soft so he’d know it was just a courtesy.
That you didn’t want him to leave.
“Uh, yeah, yes I would,” he stumbled over the words a bit, trying not to sound too eager but wanting you to know he would work a thousands shifts at the reception desk if it meant you held him for just a second longer.
“Good,” you sighed.
He felt you scoot down the bed and flopped onto his back so you could settle your head on his chest and drape an arm across his stomach. After another few minutes he felt you go limp at his side, soft and relaxed as you slipped away into dreams.
But though his muscles ached and his eyes felt heavy, Jin resisted the call to sleep.
He didn’t need to now.
You were here, in the flesh, and he could study you intently while his eyes were open.
No need for his brain to conjure up scattered images of you.
Because he had you now, tucked safely under his arm for him to keep and hold and fuck and love the way he wanted.
katsuki would rather bend his body backwards and break every bone he has than watch you pull away from his cuddles (there's smt wrong with him)
cuddling with you is one of bakugo's favorite past times. his body, warm and composed of hard muscle, encases your entire form with ease. strong arms wind around your body as his breath tickles the back of your neck, soft and familiar all while you drift in and out of sleep slowly in his embrace. it's quiet in your room, the only sound being the thump of his heartbeat against your back, but just before bakugo is about to succumb to his tiredness—something horrible happens.
something horrible, something devastating, something absolutely soul shattering happens—and it's when you pull away from his hold, rolling over lazily until there's about a foot of distance between the two of you on the bed before promptly falling. back. asleep.
bakugo's frozen, arms still outstretched as they'd once been but no longer holding you—he blinks slowly, because maybe he had just been imagining things in his sleepy haze, but no. you had deliberately pulled away from his touch.
"what the fuck are you doing?"
you squint open an eye at the sound of his voice, letting out a whine as you move around on the bed in an attempt to get comfortable
"you're too warm tonight, i swear i'm sweating. and you're suffocating me with your massive arms again! although that's a great way to go out, i'm sleepy right now." you yawn, kicking off a bit of the blanket and clutching one of the pillows to your chest as he blinks in disbelief. his lips are parted in genuine shock, and his eye twitches as he watches you let out a content sigh as you sink into your pillow
"i'm... too warm? oh, i'm sorry, let me just adjust the thermostat attached to my fucking skull and turn my body heat down for you, your majesty." he sneers, and you let out a sleepy laugh before poking his stomach with your foot. bakugo yelps, whole body jerking from the sudden touch as you laugh even louder
"your foot is fucking freezing! that's not normal, go visit a doctor or something you freak." he scowls, all before yanking the entire blanket onto his side of the bed, curling into a pitiful ball as he secures it around his broad shoulders. you giggle, rolling over to his end of the bed before pressing a chaste kiss onto the back of his neck
"i'm just kidding, kats. i mean, i am warm, but i can just turn the fan on! no worries, 'kay? it's summer and all, so don't worry about it, baby."
"whatever. i don't wanna cuddle with you anymore anyway, so just let me die of loneliness here." he grumbles, and you roll your eyes with an amused huff before draping your entire body over his own with a dramatic and loud yawn
"katssss!"
"what?" he snaps, blinking an eye open to glare at you as you send him a dorky grin
"you really don't wanna cuddle with little old me?"
and god, bakugo hates when you look at him like that. all round eyed with jutted lips that look so soft and kissable in the gentle glow of moonlight—he hates it because you look irresistible in every way possible, and he knows he can't say no to you.
he grumbles a string of profanities under his breath, stomping out of the bed to turn on the fan for you before getting back under the sheets, keeping an arm outstretched for you to lay in. you crawl over almost immediately, and the thrum of the fan running and your sweet laughter is all he hears as pulls you close to his chest
"if you ever do that to me again i'm gonna blow your head off or... something." he grumbles tiredly, and you watch the tension ease and ebb out of his muscles as his body curls around your familiar form. you reach a hand out, gently smoothing out the crease between his brows as his eyes soften a fraction from the gesture
"night, baby." you singsong sleepily, and he grunts in response. gently, he pries your thighs apart with his knee, slotting his body against your own and pulling you even closer
"goodnight." he says quietly, and once he confirms you've fallen asleep—bakugo places a gentle kiss against your hairline before he allows his own eyes to fall close.
things such as the tooth fairy, the easter bunny, and santa claus would only stir more questions, resulting in a headache for your parents to explain.
it only made sense for you to pursue a career in ecology, where your beliefs would solely focus on what can be seen.
signs carrying the texts "DO NOT CROSS" and "HAZARDOUS UNEXPLAINED INCIDENTS" littered the entrance of the forest.
even before stepping foot to travel, you heard about the superstitious fables of a god of nature...
a very god place where all who entered would never return to tell the tale.
they named him midoriya after the japanese phrase for "green valley," as no one would truly know what his real name was.
you rolled your eyes at the signs and crawled over the fence.
"people fall for anything."
your legs wobbled once you hit the ground, yet the forest looked nothing like when you were looking from the outside.
rather than lacking tones, you felt as if for the first time you were seeing colors that were once invisible to the human eye.
"i feel sorry people haven't explored this place sooner."
you touch the wood, feeling each ridge under your palm.
placing your bag down, you take out a notebook and pencil from your bag before continuing your adventure.
sitting down upon a rock, you scribble away at any plant that captures your attention.
this forest's biodiversity was far more distinct than the one from your homeland.
from the flowers to the trees, they were far larger; it caused you to ponder how old these plants might be after all.
swift movements are drawn from your pencil onto the paper; the leaves swish and ruffle, and you mistake it for the wind.
but then a sudden thud is heard, causing you to turn from your notebook towards the sound.
a figure that appeared like a man was crouched on all fours from the fall.
dark green curls covered his face, and he barely moved an inch, as if a deer caught in headlights.
with hesitance, "are you alright?"
in an instant he stands up, nodding with a charming embarrassed smile, "ah...hello."
the man came from the shadows closer into the light.
"i'm so sorry! i haven't seen anyone enter these woods in millenniums. my name is izuku."
he had the brightest green eyes and a beautiful face adorned with freckles, and just then you recognized him.
"you are the man from the fables, aren't you? the alleged god of gardens and forests and the reason people won't dare step foot in here."
he tilts his head.
"alleged?"
izuku rubs his hands together and blows through them; as if by magic, groups of butterflies fly out of thin air from his hands.
he asks as in wonder you watch the butterflies pass by you, "was that alleged?"
izuku rushes over to you with excitement in his eyes.
"i have been noticing how you look at my creation with such care, and i really appreciate it, but it makes me wonder, what brings you here?"
you look down at your sketches and then back at him.
"i'm an ecologist; it's my job to study species and how they interact with both living and non-living things in their environments."
"knowing this place is closed off, i thought it would be a great idea to explore and investigate what could lie in this forest."
he says with pride in his chest, "that's wonderful! i can teach you many things and show you so much."
"this is my forest after all, one of the oldest forests on the planet."
you excitedly follow after the deity; amazed by all of your findings, you take out a polaroid camera.
once you try to touch a flower, his hand tightens around your wrist.
"don't," he says, moving your hand away.
"everything in here is very delicate; this flower blooms once a year."
you profusely apologize, "i'm so sorry."
"in all my years studying, i have never seen that species before. may i take a picture?"
his brows furrow from genuine confusion.
"a picture?"
you nod and reveal a polaroid camera.
"it's a camera. i use it for all my voyages so i can snap pictures and look at them later at home."
his demeanor eases as he sees you take a picture of the flower.
"you may. but only if you promise to not share it with anyone; this beauty must remain sacred."
you nod slowly in agreement.
"if that's what you wish for, then of course!"
his lips curve upward, and his palm points towards a gateway of the forest.
"come. there's so much for you to see."
through the passage, the sweet, beckoning calls of birds bless your ears.
his bare feet practically glide through the grass as he rushes past trees.
"you're going too fast," you laugh, barely able to keep up.
then, there it is, a tree of width far larger than any other tree in the forest.
he places his hand on the tree and urges you to do the same.
"it's the oldest and biggest tree in this forest."
"i think of it as my heart and the center of this forest."
before fully placing your hand upon it, like a magnet, a sudden force pulls your palm directly onto it.
"close your eyes. what do you feel?" izuku asks.
a rhythmic drum beats from inside of the bark, pulsating against your palm, causing your hand to retract.
"what was that?"
izuku merely chuckles, "it's my heartbeat; i didn't mean for it to scare you."
beyond the tree he showed you many other things: the vastness of the hills, the diversity of the species, and the crystalline perfect reflection of the waters.
as the sun began to fall, izuku frowned at the sight of you unpacking your bag.
the god pointed towards the poles, stakes, and fabric.
"what are you doing?"
you explain, "i'm setting up a tent so i have a place to sleep."
this answer had created nothing but displeasure and even disgust in his mind.
"a man-made nest? put it away."
"i could make you a safe and more comfortable nest."
izuku excitedly picks you up, jumping from branch to branch between trees.
you nervously cling to him, avoiding looking down, knowing you were most likely over 50 feet by the time he had chosen a spot.
upon a certain branch he stands and places you there.
with curiosity you ask, "how are you going to make a nest?"
the deity smiles.
"you'll see."
as he turns his attention towards an empty space between branches suddenly, they begin to peel, divide, and connect into each other, recreating the look of a web.
moss and ferns begin to thicken at a rapid pace, creating perfect cushioning contrasting the harsh wood.
bundles of daisies grow surrounding the nest.
your eyes widen in surprise.
"this is amazing."
he picks up your trembling hands and lays you in the nest.
"it's much better than any human-made shelter."
laying down, the sounds of wildlife echoing around you send you quickly to sleep.
he crouches down closer to you by the corner of the nest, humming a song that only ancient ancestors could recall before the great flood.
he does not blink, does not feign a breath, fingers delicately crossing through the air, creating more veins and daisies for a flower crown.
by morning you awaken to the sound of an owl's call.
feeling something in your head, you remove it, though smiling once you see it is a flower crown.
you call on the green-haired spirit’s name once you are unable to find him anywhere near your nest.
with a sudden sound of a leap, there he is.
“good morning.”
he offers his hand out to you.
“are you ready to continue exploring?”
you happily nod and take his hand before you go further back into the ground.
for the following five days you wander around the forest, always by izuku’s side.
he is always watchful, careful to hold your balance between certain steep slides.
each architecture that was the foundation of the forest brought you nothing but wonder.
during the night he would take you to the rivers where dinoflagellates inhabited.
with a single touch the river would light into light blue works of art that would follow your finger’s touch.
from a tree he handed you a plum.
“if you like fruits, you’ll love these."
"i can guarantee it will quench all of your hunger.”
the first bite floods your mouth with juices of sour sweetness.
no other fruit, whether store-bought or planted, could be compared to a pear so delectable as this one raised from the forest.
by the sixth morning at sunrise, you were looking at your page full of artworks and notes with such pride in your heart.
the amount of species you were able to uncover and the experience this place had brought you you would not be able to even express with words.
readily you call on to him once more, and there he was, a bare arm hanging on to a branch.
he said with excitement, “good morning!”
after climbing you down, izuku takes you a bit farther into the forest, gathering chestnuts to eat.
you sit down on a rock behind him and begin to eat the chestnuts along with other fruits.
“you know i really am thankful for everything you have done for me.”
izuku tenderly smiles.
“of course. i would do anything for you.”
you hesitate, fidgeting with a twig before continuing.
“but i should really be heading back; i have to return to my country tomorrow.”
for a moment everything stops.
not the sound of a bird or the movement of passing wind can be heard.
he freezes for a second, but his smile does not deter.
“what do you mean?”
eyes darkening, “you don’t like it here?”
you shake your head profusely.
“of course, i love it here!"
"it’s like paradise incarnated, but i have responsibilities, family, and friends i have to get back to."
"they will be worried if i don’t come back.”
the deity tilts his head in slight confusion.
“worried?"
"why would they worry?"
"the forest gives you everything."
"no. i give you everything."
"i gave you food to eat, water to drink, lakes to bathe in, a nest to rest in, and a whole world to appreciate.”
you try to portray yourself as understanding, but seeing that he is not able to comprehend is disheartening.
standing, you explain, “i know, but those things cannot replace people i care about."
"i can’t abandon them.”
“so you are just going to abandon me?"
"use me and then leave me?"
"i was wrong about you; you are just like the rest of them.”
his smile immediately fades as he watches you sprint, though he does not run after you immediately.
he watches like an owner watches their disobedient dog run through the block.
each part of the forest was imprinted in his mind.
expecting large pounding footsteps pounding the grass, instead you hear sharp, high-pitched howls calling on to you.
it was not one but what could be assumed to be herds of foxes.
with slight glances, you catch sight of blurry fur catching on.
your feet graze the ground with speed; you did not know how much longer you could stand.
as you push harder to move faster and faster, your lungs were quickly beginning to burn, and your heart began to ache.
some foxes were behind; others came from corners, forcing you to deter moving into other directions.
as the hill curved downward, you were unable to stop your speed, thinking you would fall into plain grass.
the grass was far deeper.
almost six feet in height?
you breathe in and out.
each labored breath causes your chest to heavily rise and fall, relieved you hear the sounds of foxes go farther and farther until no longer audible.
however, relief was short-lived as an overwhelming feeling of swelling caught up in your throat, preventing little air from being exchanged.
the taste was not that of burning bile, but something far more edible and less broken down.
you turn over to face the grass, your nails dirtying as they dig through the dirt.
with each thought you begin to wonder if this was your end, choking from an unknown object in the middle of a grassland.
your panic begins to blur your vision before the object finally escapes your mouth.
one by one, chestnuts and other fruits you were given by the god for breakfast were being expelled as if a gift that was being taken back.
overwhelmed with fear, you continue, tying knots among grass in hopes of finding a way out of the grassland.
however, it only results in circles as you continue walking past grass you had already tied.
you decide to crouch before taking a big leap.
for a few seconds in the air, you see yourself only a mere few feet from the exit.
full of hope and excitement, you run towards the north.
but the more you run and push, the more it seems as if you are running in circles.
by the second jump the forest’s exit appears impossibly far, seas of grass surrounding you.
every time you jump, no matter where you run and no matter how many times you jump, the location of your way towards freedom changes.
for the last time you jump again, and the exit is behind you as if you had been running the wrong way this whole time.
you walk towards it deprived of hope before you see the actual exit, causing your eyes to widen.
before you are tree branches and the opening to the outside.
but rapidly branches begin to sprout and conjoin to one another.
you try to squeeze through a gap before it closes but to no avail.
the branches merge into each other, resisting your attempt to widen the gap for your escape.
you cry out as tears start to stream down your cheeks, “no! please!”
moving away, the only light visible is the one above, as all branches close the trees onto each other.
behind you, a hand tangles in your hair into a knuckle.
you instantly know it is him.
his grip is cold and overpowering; instinctively you latch onto his arm in protest, nails digging through his skin.
he only responds with a hearty laugh as if he finds all of this to be comedic.
“it won’t be long until we reach the nest, don't worry.”
Alright, let’s dive into the glorious, mildly terrifying descent of U.A.’s most eligible disaster boys into full-blown yandere obsession—and the reader at the center of it all, blissfully unaware, just trying to pass their exams.
Bakugo Katsuki
· It starts with irritation. You’re just some extra who won’t leave him alone. You smile at him in the hallways. You ask if he’s eaten. You once offered him a cool towel after training with a cheerful, “You worked really hard today, Bakugo!” He nearly exploded your face off. You just laughed and said, “Same time tomorrow, then!”
· Now he can’t stop thinking about you. It’s infuriating. He lies awake at night, replaying every stupid interaction. Why do you always look at him like he’s something good? Don’t you know he’s a monster? Why don’t you run like everyone else?
· The yandere switch flips when someone else gets too close. Kirishima slings an arm around your shoulder during lunch, and Bakugo’s chopsticks snap in his grip. He doesn’t say anything, but the aura of murder is so intense that Kaminari chokes on his rice two tables away. You don’t even notice; you’re too busy sharing your dessert with Kirishima. Bakugo starts planning.
· He starts showing up wherever you are. Training? He’s there, “coincidentally.” Convenience store run? He’s already in the snack aisle, glaring at the chips. “What, you following me, idiot?” he snarls, but he’s the one who tracked your location via a silent, mutual agreement with Tokoyami (Dark Shadow is a snitch). You just beam. “Wow, we keep running into each other! Fate, huh?”
· He steals small things. A pen you chewed on. A stray hair tie. A doodle you threw away. He keeps them in a shoebox under his bed and absolutely does NOT look at them when he can’t sleep. He’d kill anyone who found it. Literally. He has contingency plans.
· He gets explosively possessive if anyone implies you’re weak. During training, Monoma tries to mock you. Bakugo materializes out of nowhere, palm already sparking. “Say one more word, copycat, and I’ll blast your teeth out through your ass.” Monoma retreats. You tilt your head. “Bakugo, that was so nice of you! You stood up for me!” He screams, “I DIDN’T DO IT FOR YOU!” while his ears turn red and he adds Monoma to his mental hit list.
· His ideal future: You by his side, finally realizing he’s the only one strong enough to protect you. He’ll become the Number One Hero and you’ll be his—ONLY his—cheering him on. Anyone who tries to take you away gets blasted into orbit. You’re the one thing he won’t share.
Todoroki Shouto
· You sat next to him one day because all the other seats were full. You asked if you could borrow a pencil, and when you returned it, you’d doodled a tiny snowflake on a sticky note and stuck it to the side. “It reminded me of you,” you said. His heart did something extremely weird, and he didn’t know what to do with it.
· After that, he just… gravitates. You’re calm. You don’t pry about his family or his scar. You talk about simple things—cloud shapes, favorite foods, how cold soba is objectively the best meal. He starts eating lunch with you. Sits next to you in class. Walks you to the station. You assume he’s just becoming a good friend. He is, in fact, rearranging his entire identity around your existence.
· The yandere comes out quietly. He memorizes your schedule. He knows when you’re sad before you do—your left eyebrow does a tiny thing, and he’s already asking, “Who upset you? Give me their name.” He asks so calmly that you just laugh. “Shouto, it’s not that serious!” It is. It definitely is.
· He runs temperature interference. Someone flirts with you? The room inexplicably drops ten degrees. A teacher criticizes you in front of the class? A thin sheet of ice creeps across the floor. You’re shivering and confused. “Did the AC break again?” Shouto just drapes his blazer over your shoulders, stares unblinkingly at the offender, and says, “You should be more careful what you say.” Cold. Literally.
· He starts using his left side more because you once said, “Your fire is beautiful, Shouto. It’s like a sunrise.” Now he burns for you. His flames have found their purpose, and that purpose is keeping you warm and incinerating anyone who threatens your smile. You remain oblivious, occasionally roasting marshmallows over his palm fire because “we’re besties!”
· He daydreams—a lot. You living with him, far away from Endeavor. A quiet home with a garden and a soba restaurant nearby. He’ll protect you from the world. He’ll protect you from everything, including the parts of himself he’s still afraid of. When you casually mention you want a cat someday, he immediately researches cat breeds that match your personality. He has a Google doc. It’s ten pages.
· If anyone points out his obvious attachment, he just blinks and says, “We’re close. It’s natural.” He genuinely doesn’t see a problem. You’re his person. Why wouldn’t he be possessive?
Midoriya Izuku
· He already admired you. You were kind, hardworking, and your quirk was so cool! But it was the time you found him crying after a rough training session that sealed his fate. You didn't ask questions. You just sat with him, shoulder to shoulder, and said, “You’re the most determined person I’ve ever met, Izuku. It’s okay to be overwhelmed by how much you care.” He short-circuited.
· Now he has a new notebook. It’s not about heroes. It’s about you. Your likes, dislikes, favorite foods, sleep habits, the way you stretch before exercise, the specific tilt of your head when you’re confused. It’s hidden in a false bottom of his backpack and never leaves his side. It’s deeply, deeply intense. You catch him scribbling once and ask, “Ooh, new hero analysis?” He shrieks, “YES EXACTLY THAT,” and nearly breaks his pen.
· He’s the worst kind of stalker because it’s weaponized anxiety. He tracks your location via a friendship bracelet he made you (it tags your phone’s GPS). He knows if you’re 3 minutes late to class and has already run 47 disaster scenarios. He’s the one who leaves your favorite snacks on your desk when you’re sad, but so subtly that you think it’s a class-wide treat. “Did Yaomomo bring these?” you ask. He just smiles, darling and unassuming, and says, “Maybe!” His fingers are trembling with the need to confess.
· Jealousy turns him into a mess. He mutters under his breath—actual mutter storms—when you talk to other people, especially Bakugo or Todoroki. “Why are they standing so close? That’s an invasion of personal space. The recommended distance for casual conversation is 1.2 meters, and they’re at, what, 0.5? That’s intimate distance. Are they being intimate?” His eyes go dark. He starts strategizing. Not violently—no, never violently—but he will engineer situations to reclaim your attention. A sudden question about “hero ethics” that requires a long, private debate. A sprained ankle that only you can help him with (he didn’t fake it, he just… encouraged the injury a little). Anything to make you look at him.
· He fantasizes about saving you. A villain attack, a natural disaster, and he’s there, One For All crackling, carrying you to safety. You’d look at him like he’s your hero, and he’d finally be worthy of you. “I’d never let anyone hurt you,” he whispers, and you, mid-bite of rice ball, just nod. “I know, Izuku! You’re gonna be the greatest.” You have no idea how literally he means it.
· He’s determined to earn you. Not to force you—that’s the scary part. He believes his obsession is love, and love means protecting you, even from himself. But if you ever tried to leave? Those green eyes lose their light. “I’ve waited so long to be enough,” he murmurs, clutching the notebook. “I’ll wait longer. I’ll be better. You’ll see.” It’s a promise. A vow. A threat dressed in sunshine and freckles.
Kirishima Eijirou
· You called him manly. Once. It was a throwaway comment—“Kirishima, carrying all those boxes by yourself is so manly! Need help?”—and it rewired his entire brain chemistry. He still replays it before he falls asleep.
· He appoints himself your personal bodyguard. You trip on a rock, he’s suddenly there with an arm around your waist. “Careful! The ground’s super unmanly today.” He walks you home every day, saying it’s “on the way,” but his house is in the opposite direction. He just wants to make sure you’re safe. The streets are dangerous. Villains could attack. A meteor could fall. He has to be there.
· The yandere behavior is so wholesome-looking you’d never suspect it. He’s all sharp-toothed smiles and friendly shoulder punches, but he’s always watching. On class outings, he positions himself between you and any perceived threat—a shady alley, a barking dog, a guy whose sleeves are rolled up too aggressively. He makes you friendship bracelets that you both wear. His has your initials woven into it. You think it’s sweet. He touches it like a prayer bead whenever you’re apart.
· He gets jealous, but it manifests as deep, brooding sadness rather than rage. If you hang out with Sero or Kaminari and he’s not invited, he wilts. Literally deflates. His un-hardened shoulders slump. He asks, ultra-casually, “So, you guys are, like, really close, huh?” His voice cracks. He’s not mad at you; he’s mad at himself for not being good enough. The self-loathing kickstarts an intense training montage at 3 AM. He has to become MORE manly. MORE deserving. Then you’ll choose him.
· He gives you his hoodie “by accident.” It’s not an accident. He wants you to smell like him so others know. He gets a feral little thrill when he sees you wearing it. You’re his. Not yet, but eventually. He’ll wait as long as it takes. He’s got the patience of a rock. Literally.
· His dorm room has a photo of you two on his nightstand. He talks to it sometimes. “I made her laugh today, bro.” He’s not talking to himself; he’s talking to the picture. He’s completely and utterly gone. One day you’ll realize his loyalty isn’t just friendly, it’s eternal. You’ll wake up and understand he’d tear down the world for you, with a smile on his face.
Kaminari Denki
· He’s the “lovable goofball” yandere, which is the scariest kind because nobody sees it coming. You’re patient with him. When he fries his brain and goes all “wheyyyy,” you don’t laugh at him. You gently guide him to a chair, get him water, and sit with him until he comes back. He clings to that kindness like a lifeline.
· He becomes addicted to your attention. He starts doing stupider, flashier stunts during training, just to hear you yell, “Kaminari, be careful!” It means you’re watching. He purposely short-circuits more often because you’ll rush over, touch his arm, and fuss over him. Your hands are so gentle. He files away the sensation.
· His yandere side is insidious. He plays up the harmless angle. “Who, me? I’m just Kaminari! I’m too dumb to be dangerous!” Meanwhile, he’s memorized your phone password (you type it the same way every time), knows which contacts you text most, and has “accidentally” broken three phones belonging to people who flirted with you. “Oh no, dude, static shock! My bad!”
· He’s the king of jealousy roulette. Some days it’s pouty, performative whining. “You like talking to Shinso more than me, I guess I just don’t have a cool underground hero vibe...” You have to reassure him, and he drinks it up. Other days, his eyes go flat, and for a split second, you see a flicker of something entirely unsilly. But then he grins and it’s gone. You blame the lighting.
· He leaves “joke” love confessions everywhere. Notes in your locker, voice messages, once in skywriting via hired drone. You treat them as hilarious bits. “Oh, Denki, you’re so random!” He laughs along, but inside he’s screaming. It’s not a joke. He’s been serious every single time. One day, you’ll realize that, and by then, you’ll be too entangled to run. He’s already woven himself into every part of your day. Your favorite songs? He recommended them. Your ringtone? He set it. Your life is slowly being decorated with him, and you’re thanking him for the interior design.
Shinso Hitoshi
· He joined the hero course, but he’s still an insomniac gremlin with trust issues. Then you happened. You didn’t treat his quirk like a villain’s power. You called it “insanely useful” and asked if he could convince Present Mic to lower the volume during English. He laughed—real, actual laugh—and you were the first person to ever see that. You were marked.
· His obsession is silent, calculating, slow. He listens more than he speaks, and he catalogs everything you say. Your favorite coffee order. The name of your childhood pet. The specific way you sigh when you’re frustrated. He uses this knowledge surgically. You’re having a bad day, and there’s suddenly a cup of your exact favorite drink on your desk, still warm, with no note. He watches from across the room as you look around, confused but happy. He smiles with just his eyes.
· He’s a protective phantom. Someone bothers you after school? They suddenly stop. Every time. You never know why. Shinso had a “polite chat” with them, his voice calm, his quirk ready. He doesn’t even need to brainwash them; the threat is enough. He’s terrifyingly good at psychological intimidation. You remain blissfully unaware, thinking the bully just “lost interest.”
· Jealousy makes him colder. He withdraws, stops responding to texts, and you, being a good friend, will seek him out. “Hitoshi? Are you okay?” That’s exactly what he wants. He needs proof you’ll come looking. That you need him too. When you find him on the rooftop, he looks tired and lonely, and you sit beside him, missing the satisfied glint in his eye. “Stay,” he mumbles, resting his head on your shoulder. You think he’s asking for a few minutes. He means forever.
· He plants seeds of dependency. “You don’t need them,” he murmurs when a classmate disappoints you. “I would never do that.” And it’s true. He wouldn’t. Because he’d eliminate any circumstance that could hurt you, including the people. He’s not isolating you out of malice; he’s isolating you for your own good. The world is cruel. He can be your world instead. A quiet, safe world, wrapped in capture tape and the steady sound of his heartbeat.
· One day you’ll notice all your closest friends have drifted away, and Shinso is the only constant left. You’ll think, “At least I still have Hitoshi. He’s such a loyal best friend.” You’ll smile at him across the lunch table, and he’ll smile back, finally feeling the last piece click into place. You’re right where he needs you.
And You, The Reader, The Oblivious Sun Around Which They All Orbit
· You genuinely cannot comprehend the chaos you’ve caused. In your mind, U.A. is just full of really, really friendly guys. Bakugo’s temper tantrums are just his personality. Todoroki’s chilly aura is a quirk thing. Midoriya mutters because he’s passionate. Kirishima is a bro. Kaminari is the class clown. Shinso is shy but sweet. They’re all so nice!
· You’ve created a precarious ecosystem. All six boys have clocked each other’s obsessions, and there’s an unspoken cold war constantly simmering. Bakugo and Todoroki have death-glared each other into a stalemate. Midoriya has analyzed everyone’s weaknesses and filed them away. Kirishima tries to befriend rivals to gather intel. Kaminari sabotages phones. Shinso waits in the shadows for someone to slip up. You? You thought they were just discussing training schedules.
· Someone leaves flowers on your desk? “Probably a welcome committee!” You see the same hoodie draped over your chair multiple times? “Wow, someone keeps losing this! I’ll put it in the lost and found.” And then Bakugo “finds” it and “returns” it to you, snarling about how it’s definitely yours, just keep it. So you wear it.
· The day you finally figure it out will be apocalyptic. Maybe you innocently mention a crush on a pro hero, and six different flavors of “No” drop over the room like a guillotine. But for now, you skate through U.A. with a laugh and a wave, unaware that you’re the most heavily guarded, silently contested person in the entire prefecture. You’ve caught them all, and you didn’t even cast a line.
· Somewhere in the staff room, Aizawa stares at his ceiling, cradling a coffee. “They’re going to burn the school down over an oblivious civilian in a hero uniform,” he mutters. Nezu just giggles, paws steepled. “Marvelous, isn’t it? The chaos potential!” He’s already taking bets.
If you could, may I request for NSFW headcanons with koji koda :>
I will do my best 🫡
Koji Koda x Reader NSFW HCs
(18+ MDNI; generally more afab!reader)
I do feel that Koda is A-spec, perhaps demisexual. So, his baseline sex drive is low anyway, and he needs to feel a deeper connection before he feels a drive to have sexual relations with another person.
Not very experienced, and rather cautious. He's a big guy with some rough features, who regularly handles small animals. Koda is very conscious of his strength, and controls it well. He is always really gentle. That's pretty much his only gear.
This is NOT to say he is boring. A gentle lover can be a beautiful thing! If you're someone who has trauma and/or a condition like vaginismus, this is spectacular news. You are never going to feel unsafe with this man. When he holds you, it feels like you are a delicate little bird.
If you do want something faster/rougher, then, you're going to have to go on top. And then give Koda aftercare because he will get pretty overwhelmed. He enjoys it, it's just, a lot.
Now, just because Koda is very gentle and sweet with traditional P in V (or A), this does not mean he's vanilla. He's kinky in some kind of weird but totally innocuous ways.
Pegging is very much on the table. Much like when he's on top doing the penetrating, Koda prefers a gentle touch when he's being penetrated. It's a vulnerable thing, and he wants the same kind of love and assurance he gives you in the same situation.
Koda has a wonderful figure, very broad with a muscle-fat physique. It's cute, but he's rather shy about it, especially early on in the relationship. Always gets suuuper flustered when you feel him up, he never gets over that. But he does love it.
He's especially self conscious about his chest, but he can't help but enjoy it when you squeeze him and play with his nipples. Likes doing a titty-69 where you are braced over him, hanging your breasts in his face while you suck on his.
Koda's horns are a smidge sensitive, if you know what I mean. They have feeling anyway, but they can become a secondary erogenous zone when there's a certain mood. It's like someone who likes their ears played with or hair pulled during sex.
You discovered this when, in the throes of passion, you grabbed onto his horns and Koji INSTANTLY nutted (much to his horror and your shock).
Now, you make a point not to grab so suddenly. Rather, you might gently stroke his horns or rub at the base of them as foreplay. Doing so during sex will also inevitably make him go a bit harder.
Koda is very into casual, non penetrative activities too. Huge fan of masturbating together while cuddling, feat: hand stuff. Hold onto his horns while he eats you out, he can and will hump the mattress to completion.
It takes a long time to get him to confess his fantasies. And he has to do so in writing because his voice just locks up when he tries to tell you, even though they're generally quite mild. Like, one was just doggy style and you were like "oh honey...yeah that can be arranged, that's not a big ask."
Other stuff, more abstract, but very chill and doable. His favorite is to just, lay in your lap, sucking on a nipple while you jerk him off with one hand and rub his horns with the other. That was a birthday ask that became a semi regular thing because it chills him out so much, it's like a factory reset on his anxiety every time.
The biggest surprise was the interest in a threesome, specifically with Shoji. Which, so long as he's not otherwise romantically entangled, Shoji will gladly partake in and be very touched that you both trust him like that.
AINT IT FUN? .ᐟ ᢉ𐭩 roblox with mha men | includes: i. midoriya, k. bakugo, s. todoroki, t. iida, e. kirishima, d. kaminari, h. shinso, n. monoma,
♡⠀ 𓈒۫ i. midoriya
➜ swears he only downloaded it to try it out and see what all the hype was about, but thats not what his forty favorited games say.. they're either crazy pvp games or some like fishing simulator. is cracked at jujutsu shenanigans and blox fruits.
➜ got banned once for spamming too much in chat with his infodumps and cried about it until the ban was lifted. his poor streaks </3
➜ probably apologizes every time he bumps into your avatar or damages your in any game yall play.
➜ gets so genuinely stressed while playing horror games, bro's soul leaves his body at jumpscares. he played doors once and nearly shit himself at rush.
➜ lets you customize his avatar because he ends up overthinking it otherwise. last time he tried to make his own he spent two hours trying to pick the hair most similar to all might's.
➜ saves screenshots of your avatars standing together for the 'memories'
➜ uses game guides for literally everything, he has them bookmarked in his browser and checks them religiously for any sort of update on kits or the meta.
♡⠀ 𓈒۫ k. bakugo
➜ this bitch. his holier-than-thou bs is so annoying, claiming that roblox is stupid and for kids. and then suddenly it's not as soon he loses a round. claims it was lag.
➜ instantly picks the most violent looking game ever. ends up trash talking the entire server and gets banned from voice chat almost instantaneously.
➜ is literal ass at obbies. like actually he's so bad he keeps blaming the controls being 'shitty'.
➜ spends like half the day making his avatar look as intimidating and scary as possible to 'send a message', whatever that means.
➜ gets so smug when he's ahead of you in any game.
➜ will not stop playing until he gets an undeniable victory and beats every single person in the game.
➜ bedwars warrior, literally grinds on that game 24/7.
♡⠀ 𓈒۫ s. todoroki
➜ doesn't really understand the concept of roblox at first. you have to explain it to him a couple of times before he figures it out.
➜ lets you choose the game when he sees how happy you get when he plays with you.
➜ his avatar just follows you around wherever you go. especially in any horror game. they unsettle him.
➜ likes tycoons! especially two player ones. god at restaurant tycoon two, you leave him there for an hour suddenly he has a multi-story traditional japanese restaurant.
➜ barely customizes his avatar, he let you pick the accessories though!
➜ doesn't really use the chat feature much since he only really plays with you rather than in general.
➜ some kid probably challenges him to a roast battle and he is just so. lost. what does "id roast you but my mom said you're not suppose to burn trash." even mean???
♡⠀ 𓈒۫ t. iida
➜ actually playing roblox with iida takes a while. he sits down and reads all the rules and terms & conditions before he even signs up for an account because he must be 'thorough'.
➜ he likes simulators! they have a nice structure and objectivity to them that soothes him.
➜ yeah, he uses proper punctuation and grammar in chat. he corrects other people's as well.
➜ sets a timer for exactly how long he'll play and shuts it off as soon as the alarm rings. will give in if you ask nicely enough though.
➜ his avatar is like an exact mini replica of him, he says that 'that's the point' to make it recognizable as you for your friends.
➜ takes the reporting system so seriously bless his heart.
➜ he doesn't mind pvp but chooses not to play those games often, says they're filled with 'hooligans.'
♡⠀ 𓈒۫ e. kirishima
➜ genuinely just plays for fun, and is probably one of the few who doesn't care if they win or lose. he doesn't even type 'gg' in chat, he says 'great game!'
➜ hypes up literally everyone, he likes playing dress to impress and gives almost everybody five stars except people who didnt try. also when he's playing with you five stars is reserved for you only.
➜ loves co-op games and obbies, also has max friends on friendlist.
➜ has a pretty goofy avatar and has on a lot of items. he loves customizing his avatar a lot.
➜ never really sticks to one game and switches a lot, playing whatever 'looked the coolest' on the recommended page.
➜ never rage quits. ever. its like taboo to him.
➜ really likes horror games too, theyre always to creative and new. he's definitely played scary shawarma before.
♡⠀ 𓈒۫ d. kaminari
➜ roblox addict. are we really surprised?
➜ has like twenty different alt accounts so he can grind on games harder. god he's jobless.
➜ i just know he picks like like stupidest games possible, no denki. no one wants to play cart ride into seventeen pregnant hyenas with you.
➜ gets distracted mid round and probably screams so loud no matter which game yall are playing.
➜ changes his avatar like every ten minutes because he bought too many avatar items and doesn't know what to do with them.
➜ "lets play for five more minutes!" yeah he said five more minutes two hours ago too.
➜ ragebaits children. it's like his reason for living, it's his favorite hobby, it's what brings him joy in life.
♡⠀ 𓈒۫ h. shinso
➜ a casual enjoyer of the game.
➜ menace at those social deduction games though. he fucking loves murder mystery and is on like a hundred win streak.
➜ late night gaming sessions are a staple date of yours.
➜ honestly, doesnt care much about his avatar, probably still has the basic one until you ask to match with him and he agrees to it.
➜ the only game he's like serious about is probably ninety-nine nights in the forest because he keeps dying to the stupid deer because he keeps going out late and refuses to use a flashlight, that deer is an opp.
➜ also ragebaits kids. subtly. it brings him joy.
➜ eerily good at horror games actually! he likes watching them so he knows all the best strategies..
♡⠀ 𓈒۫ n. monoma
➜ we got childeater 3000 over here. he almost exclusively plays like mic up or some shit.
➜ actually really good at dress to impress. rage quits when he isnt voted first and someone who did much worse than him wins, votes everyone except you one star.
➜ throws kids off the bridge in adopt me. it's the sole reason he plays the game. same with the like, "abc for trust trade!"
➜ most extra avatar ever bro he even made his own ugc because it looked better than everything else.
➜ brags so much whenever he wins. yeah he gets banned for harassment pretty regularly.
➜ probably spends all his robux on like.. admin in games so he can do admin abuse stuff to fulfill his purpose in life.
➜ claims he carries you in every game. his ass is lying.
Prompt: You've heard there were strange creatures in the national forest, but you never expected to actually see one while you were out on a hike. It's just a creature, though, right? No harm in giving it some of your snacks.
Request: Yandere harpy pumping male hikers ass full of eggs noncon style 👀
GN Yandere x M Reader, reader is fat, naïve, curious, yan is animalistic, intense, inhuman
You haul yourself over another rock, wiping the sweat from your brow. The mid morning sun beats down on you, and you think you can see heat shimmers in the distance. You look back to see that your companions have fallen behind a fair bit, struggling up the rough terrain. You guess you should find some place to wait for them to catch up.
You had hoped that when you signed up to take a hike with other people, they would actually, you know, be decent at hiking, but these people kept stopping for breaks and complaining a bunch. They even had the audacity to raise their brows at your fat frame, asking you whether you'd be able to make it to the top of the trail.
You find a nice, flat rock to sit on, taking out your water bottle and a snack. You could probably sit here for a whole ten minutes, and those people still wouldn't catch up. Hmph. Serves them right for thinking that because you were fat, you wouldn't be able to hike. You take a long sip of water, looking out over the side of the rocky hill.
It's a gorgeous view, the huge valley and the snowcapped mountains on the far side. Sparse trees and desert shrubs cover the valley floor, and a small river cuts through a shallow canyon at the bottom. You hear the sharp cry of some bird, and far in the distance, a coyote.
You relax in the shade of a huge boulder, occasionally sipping water and eating your snack. At some point, you hear a bird chirping nearby and the flurry of wings as one lands. You turn your head to see a strange creature, red eyes fixed on the food in your hands.
You stare in disbelief. You had heard of weird things out in the desert, great winged humanoids and witches and sand worms, but to actually see something was another matter entirely. You slowly hold out your snack, watching curiously as the creature hops closer, stretching its head toward your hand.
Its feathers are a beautiful glossy black, covering its whole body. It looks vaguely humanoid, with a human torso and thighs, but it has massive wings for arms, three fingers holding its weight as it shuffles closer, and its legs are more birdlike, with sizable talons. A crest of feathers rises from the top of its head, longer feathers falling like hair around its head. Its face is more humanlike, though covered in feathers.
It chirps again, and you catch a flash of sharp teeth as it snatches the snack from your hand. The creature settles on its haunches as it eats, using the three fingers on its wings to hold the food. It's rather big for something that appears to be a songbird, and you've never heard of a bird having sharp teeth. You suppose geese have teeth on their tongue, though.
It finishes the food quickly, trilling at you as it comes closer. It bobs its head around, looking for more food presumably. You pull out some dried fruit and offer it to the creature. It plucks the pieces from your palm with its taloned hands, wings? Wing hands? and you notice it swallows them whole.
It studies you when it's done, its head slightly tilted. It startles when it hears a scuff of boots behind you, quickly launching itself off the trail and into the air. You notice its wings are rounded, and the ends have a huge white patch on them. You feel a bit sad that it got scared off.
"Ugh, why is this stupid hill so steep?"
You turn to see that your fellow hikers have finally caught up. They're panting and sweaty, collapsing onto the ground next to the trail. Great. Now you have to wait longer for them to rest.
"Jesus christ, I thought this trail was supposed to be easy," a man says, chugging half a water bottle.
"I should have never signed up for this!" someone else complains.
You feel your eye twitch in annoyance. That's it; you're going on ahead, and these people can suck it. You stand up, brushing dust off your shorts, and continue up the trail.
"Hey! Where are you going? We're supposed to stick together!"
You ignore the woman who called out to you. You want to get to the top of the hill before it really starts to get hot. You might also be hoping to see that creature, a harpy, you think they're called, again. Man, no one's going to believe that you saw a supernatural creature. Maybe you should take a picture.
You walk for a while, the noises of the other hikers quieting until you can't hear them anymore. The sun climbs higher in the sky and with it, the temperature. You start to sweat profusely, having to stop in the shadows of various boulders and cacti to escape from the blistering sun. You're making good progress, though, certainly more than the other hikers.
You finally make it to the top of the hill just before noon, and the view is definitely worth it. The desert stretches out into the horizon, bordered by red rock hills and mountains to your right and canyons to the left. Brown and purple shrubs are scattered across the valley, interspersed by cacti and the occasional gnarled tree. The sky is cloud free and that blue you only see when it's hot and the middle of the day.
You pull out your phone to take photos of the landscape and then find a shaded spot to sit in and eat your lunch. The harpy doesn't bother you this time, and you find yourself a bit sad that you probably won't see it again. You wonder if it bothers other hikers for food.
You're just finishing your lunch when you hear a piercing scream in the distance. You freeze, listening closely. Another scream sounds, raw and terrified. What the hell is happening? You quickly pack your stuff away and stand up, walking to the trail. You peer down the rocky path, watching for movement.
You don't hear anything for a long moment, but the hill has gone silent, no birds, no critters, nothing. The heat is oppressive, almost caging you in. Your heartbeat thumps in your ear, and sweat slicks down your spine. What the hell is going on?
You swallow hard and start back down the trail. Someone probably just tripped or saw a bug or something. Nothing to worry about. Rocks and dirt crunch under your hiking boots, that and your breathing the only noises as you walk. You stumble over a rock as someone screams again.
You break into a run, careening down the path. You slide several times and almost slam into a tree, barely catching yourself on the trunk. It takes you ten minutes before you come across your fellow hikers. What's left of them. The scene is carnage, a massacre. Blood is splattered all over the trail, and pieces of bodies litter the ground.
You cough as bile rises in your throat, pressing a hand to your mouth in horror. You nearly scream as a head lands in front of you, rolling to a stop before your boots. Glassy brown eyes stare up at you, expression forever frozen in terror. You stagger backwards, panic rising in you.
What the fuck? What the fuck!? Is this a nightmare? It has to be. You must have fallen asleep at the top of the hill and you're dreaming. This isn't real. It isn't! It can't be! You sob, tears cascading down your face, falling to your knees. Oh god. They're all dead. Torn apart like sheets of paper.
A shadow falls over you, and suddenly, you're not on the ground. You shout in surprise as you rise into the air, something sharp gripping the straps of your backpack. You flail about, terrified that you're going to be dropped to the valley floor. You glance up and gape at what you see.
The harpy from earlier is carrying you, face scrunched as it struggles to keep a hold of you, rounded songbird wings not meant to hold this much weight. What draws your eyes, though, is the blood and viscera splashed over its feathers and coating its hands and face. Your heart stutters in your chest at the sight.
You start to struggle in earnest, reaching up to claw your fingernails in the creature's skin. It lets out a scree, gripping your tighter. You yelp as talons dig into the back of your shoulders, hot blood slipping down your skin. No matter which way you twist and turn, it won't let go of you, flying towards a craggy outcrop on a hill across the valley.
It sets you down on the rock, drops you more like, and you barely remember to tuck and roll. The drop forces all the air from your lungs, and you wheeze like an old man. You've hardly gotten your bearings before the harpy is landing and then crawling towards you, forcing you backwards into a small cave. The way it walks reminds you of a bat, using its wings as forearms.
You trip over the edge of something and land in a huge nest made of branches and layered with tattered clothes and random tufts of fur. The creature hops onto the edge, staring down at you. It steps down into the nest, crawling over you faster than you can scoot away. You scream as it grabs your backpack and wrestles it off of you, then tears your clothes off.
You lay naked before it now, your generous curves on display. It pokes your belly curiously, watching your flesh indent under its talon. You tremble violently, wondering if it's going to eat you because you're nice and plump.
"Soft. Good for eggs."
You stare as it speaks, its voice light and airy, musical in a raspy way.
"E—Eggs?" you ask, scared of the answer.
"Breeding season," it replies.
You blanch. What? Breeding season? What does that mean!? The harpy flips you over, pulling your hips up and mounting you. Something slick presses against your ass, pushing between your cheeks. You try to crawl out from under it, but it grabs one of your shoulders with its taloned hand, three fingers grasping you tightly.
"Wai—Wait! No! Please!" you cry.
"Still. Over soon."
"No!"
Feathers brush against your back as it pushes into your hole, stretching you beyond what you think you can take. You scream as pain lances through you, black spots dancing across your vision. It grunts as it forces itself deeper, rocking its hips into you. Tears pour down your cheeks, and you sob pathetically. The creature finally seats itself inside you, a strange warmth flowing through you, making your belly tingle.
You shake around the harpy, your ass throbbing with the stretch of whatever it shoved inside you. It pulls out a little bit, then angles itself downward, pressing into a hole that wasn't there before. Its muscles flex against your back rhythmically, something bulbous passing through the appendage in you. You cry out as it passes into you, popping out into that space.
The harpy moans as it pushes more things into you, softly bucking its hips. Your belly begins to distend from the added objects, becoming heavy and swollen. The pain starts to become pleasurable, your prostate getting milked by the objects passing into you. You grit your teeth against the feeling, fingers clawing in the fabric of the nest.
It finally sighs in relief once it's done, leaning down over you, its face next to yours. You gag at the scent of copper and iron, turning your face away from it. The harpy begins to slowly thrust into you, soft moans and sighs leaving it. Your body clenches around it against your will, your traitorous dick becoming hard and leaking between your thighs.
Its other hand trails to your hip, grabbing it as it picks up the pace. You grow warm with arousal, pleasure building in tight coils. You bite your lip to keep from moaning, determined not to let a creature who just murdered a bunch of people and kidnapped you drive you to orgasm. Unfortunately, it just keeps rubbing against your prostate, pleasure sparking through you.
You gasp as you come, your release painting the nest underneath you. Your toes curl, and you clench hard around the harpy. Its breath hitches, and it moans loudly as warm liquid spills into you, filling that space and distending your belly further. It pulls out with a wet pop, semen dripping down your thighs. You pant, each breath making your belly slosh with liquid and the hard clack of whatever it put in you. Eggs, you guess.
"Much better," the harpy chirps.
It pulls you up into a sitting position, coming to crouch in front of you. It rubs your belly with its hands, cooing at your fullness. You glare at it, feeling its spend leak out of you. You feel unbearably full, to the point of being uncomfortable. Anger boils in you, bubbling over.
"What the fuck!? You fucking asshole!" you shout.
It flinches back, startled by your outburst. You draw your fist back and punch it in the mouth, feeling a sense of satisfaction as it cries out, holding its jaw. Violet blood trickles down its chin, dripping into the nest. Its feathers flare on its shoulders.
"Mean. What for?" it asks petulantly.
"You—You impregnated me! What the hell am I supposed to do with these!"
"Keep warm. Incubate."
"I'd rather throw myself off that cliff!" you scream, pointing behind you.
The harpy lunges at you, pinning you to the nest, its talons spread over your chest.
"No. Stay," it snarls.
It points to your belly.
"Protect."
"Fuck you!" you spit.
It screeches loudly, the sound piercing through your head. You cry out, reaching up to cover your ears. Your head pounds with an instant splitting headache, and all you can think about is the pain. You hardly notice the harpy moving you to the back of the nest, wrapping blankets around you and settling behind your back. Its warmth presses into you, but there's no comfort, no relief, only the pain that throbs through you.
You pass out at some point, you think, because when you wake up, it's pitch black outside. The harpy is perched on the edge of the nest, staring out into the night. Weak moonlight outlines the side of its body, shining against its glossy feathers. It turns as you shift, cocking its head at you.
You feel weak, your headache still lingering. You don't have the strength to get up right now, much less try to fight it again as it hands you a shallow wooden bowl full of water. You gulp it down greedily, spilling some down your chest. You stare at it tiredly when you're done, only a trace of anger in your eyes.
What did you do to deserve this? You had just wanted to go out on a hike, not witness a massacre and get eggs shoved into you. What were you supposed to do now?
"Why me?" you ask.
"Nice. Gave food. Good frame for eggs."
You throw the bowl at it, and it fumbles to catch it.
"What? So I'm just an incubator?"
"Mate."
You narrow your eyes at it.
"What?"
"Mate. Partner. Spouse."
Rage fills your chest again, but the remembrance of that migraine stays your tongue.
"Someone will come to find me."
"Kill them. Keep safe," it points to you and to your belly.
You turn away from it, curling up and hiding your face under the blankets. Tears wet your cheeks at the unfairness of it all. This fucking sucks. You don't want to have eggs inside you, don't want to be the harpy's mate, don't want to be here. There's no way down the cliff without tossing yourself off, and you don't actually want to die.
You can only hope that once you lay these eggs, the harpy will let you go. You have to think that, otherwise, you think you might go insane from the thought of being stuck here forever. Tied to a creature for whom cruelty comes as easy as breathing to. This really does fucking suck. You swallow hard, more tears falling from your face. You should have never left the house today, never should have fed some strange creature. Guess you've learned your lesson now, haven't you?
Study Sesh. You brought your textbook. You actually brought it.
The one with cherry-stained lips notices first. She's the one who invited you, the one you've known since freshman year, when she still wore glasses and talked about med school. That was a few years ago. Now she looks at your textbook and then at your face with something between pity and amusement.
"Oh my god," she says. "She actually thought we were going to study."
The other two laugh. The blue-eyed blonde is sprawled across the bed in a pink silk thing that barely qualifies as clothing. The one with hair dyed bubblegum pink is on the floor painting her nails, not looking up, but smiling.
"You said this was a study session." Your voice comes out defensive. Childish.
"I say lots of things." Cherry Lips crosses the room. "Sit down. You're making me anxious just standing there."
You sit on the edge of the bed because you don't know what else to do. The textbook stays in your lap. A talisman.
"She's so tense," Blue Eyes observes. She's propped up on her elbows, watching you.
"This exam is worth forty percent of our grade."
"Okay, but why do you care so much?" Pink Hair glances up from her nails. Genuine confusion. "Seriously. Why does that matter?"
You open your mouth to explain and realize you don't have a quick answer. It just matters. Grades matter. You're supposed to care about things like this. But the words feel heavy and complicated and they're all looking at you like you're speaking a foreign language.
"Never mind," you say.
"Here." Cherry Lips takes the textbook out of your lap. Sets it on the floor, out of reach. "You can have it back later. Just..." she gestures at your general vibe, "let's just deal with this first."
"I'm fine."
"You're literally sitting like you're waiting for a job interview." Blue Eyes tugs at your grey university hoodie. "What is this, even?"
"It's comfortable."
"It's a disaster." Cherry Lips is behind you now, her hands on your shoulders. She starts kneading, and despite yourself, something loosens. "You're allowed to be pretty, you know."
"I know that."
"Do you?" Her thumbs dig into a knot at the base of your neck. You make a sound you didn't intend to make. "Because you dress like you're trying to disappear."
Pink Hair finishes her nails. She crawls over, settles cross-legged in front of you. "Take off the hoodie, babe."
"What?"
"Just the hoodie. I want to see."
You look at Cherry Lips, but she just keeps massaging your shoulders. Blue Eyes is watching with her chin in her hand.
You take off the hoodie.
Underneath you're wearing a plain white tank top. Nothing special. But the way they look at you, you'd think you'd revealed something.
"See?" Pink Hair starts to gush. "You're fucking hot. Why do you keep all this covered up?"
"It's just what I wear."
"Not anymore." Cherry Lips' hands slide down your arms, raising goosebumps. "This is an intervention. We're fixing you tonight."
Blue Eyes produces a vape, takes a long pull, blows it toward the ceiling. The vanilla scent thickens. Your mind starts to get even more hazy. Taking all this in. "Remember when she used to be like this?" She nods toward Cherry Lips. "Stressed about grades?"
"I wasn't this bad."
"You cried about a B+."
"That was one time!"
"And now look at you." Pink Hair gestures at Cherry Lips, still behind you, still touching you. "Now you're a slut." There's an affection in the word slut that you're not used to hearing. It's never sounded so sweet before.
"We taught her," Blue Eyes explains. "Like we're going to teach you."
"Teach me what?"
Nobody answers. Cherry Lips grabs your tank top. You should stop her. You know you should stop her. But her touch feels so good and you're tired, so tired of carrying everything, and when she starts lifting it up you just raise your arms and let her.
You're wearing a plain cotton bra underneath. Beige. Practical.
"Oh, babe, not again" Pink Hair says.
"It’s not that bad!"
"Don’t worry, we'll fix it."
Blue Eyes slides off the bed and kneels beside Pink Hair. They're both in front of you now, looking up. Cherry Lips unhooks your bra with a practiced motion and the straps slide down your shoulders before you can process what's happening.
You cross your arms over your chest.
"Don't." Pink Hair pulls your arms away. Gentle but firm. "Let us look."
They look. All three of them, staring like you’re a pretty mannequin posed in the shop window.
"Her nipples are hard," Blue Eyes observes. To the others, not to you.
"She totally into this." Cherry Lips sounds satisfied. "I told you she'd like it!"
"I'm just cold."
"Sure you are."
Blue Eyes leans forward and kisses your stomach. Just below your ribs. A soft, warm press of lips. She looks up at you.
"Okay?"
You nod. You don't know why you nod.
"She said okay." Blue Eyes reports this to the others like you're not there. "She's being such a good girl."
The words hit you somewhere low. You feel heat spread through your chest, down into your stomach. Cherry Lips' mouth is on your neck now, kissing, biting gently. Pink Hair's hands are on your thighs, sliding upward.
"She's breathing faster," Pink Hair notes.
"Her skin's so red," Cherry Lips adds. "Look at her cheeks. She’s so cute!"
They're narrating you. Treating you like the class pet. You should hate it. Instead your hips shift on the bed, restless, seeking something.
"There," Blue Eyes says. "She's starting to squirm."
"Unbutton her jeans."
You don't know who says it. It doesn't matter. Hands are at your waistband, working the button, sliding the zipper down. You lift your hips without being asked and they pull your jeans off in one smooth motion.
"Plain cotton," Pink Hair reports, looking at your underwear. "Matching the bra."
"At least she's consistent."
They laugh. You should be humiliated. You're so wet you can feel it soaking through the fabric.
"Oh." Blue Eyes presses her fingers against you through the cotton. Her eyes widen. "Oh, she's—"
"Let me feel." Pink Hair reaches over. "She's soaked!"
"Already?"
"Have you been wet this whole time, babe?"
You don't answer. Cherry Lips bites your earlobe.
"Answer her."
"A little."
"Don’t be shy. Say it."
"I've been... wet. The whole time."
"While you were clutching your little textbook. While you were whining about the exam." Cherry Lips sounds delighted.
They pull off your underwear. Blue Eyes spreads your thighs apart, looking at you with open fascination.
"She's so pink," she says. "And she’s literally dripping. I think she’s into us."
"Touch her. See what she does."
Blue Eyes slides a finger into your pussy and your whole body jerks. They all watch it happen, watch your reaction like it's a show put on for their benefit.
"Wow, she’s sensitive."
"Try her clit."
A fingertip circles your clit and you moan, loud, unable to stop it. Pink Hair giggles.
"That's so cute. Do it again."
Blue Eyes does it again. You moan again. You can't help it. You can't control any of this.
"She's not thinking about her grades anymore," Cherry Lips observes.
You're not. You're not thinking about anything. There's just the finger on your clit and the hands on your thighs holding you open and the three of them watching you fall apart.
"Put another finger inside her."
Two fingers slide into you and you gasp, back arching. Cherry Lips catches you, holds you against her chest.
"Look at her face," Pink Hair whispers. "She's gone."
"Not yet." Blue Eyes curls her fingers and you cry out. "But she's getting there."
"Make her cum. I want to see what she looks like when she’s cumming."
The fingers move faster. Thumb on your clit. You're panting, grabbing at the sheets, at Cherry Lips' arms, at anything. They watch you with focused attention, cataloging every sound, every twitch.
"She's close. Look at her stomach."
"Her thighs are shaking."
You cum with all three of them watching, analyzing, commenting on the way your body clenches and releases. It's the most exposed you've ever felt in your life. It's the best orgasm you've ever had.
"See," Cherry Lips says, chin on your shoulder. "Wasn’t that so much better than studying."
Two beings that yearn except one does it in a more pathetic way
Or
"If i gain acceptance from someone full of compassion, then maybe there is still hope for me"
(These were drawn BEFORE episode 8 so...yeah. had a hard time thinking if I should even post these. I wanted to draw it as something more platonic. To yearn for connection from another in some way and from someone who is just so compassionate already. However, you guys can see it differently!)
