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Summary: Each year Midoriya turns your birthday and its following and preceding days into an event. While you two do things together in the meantime, like eating takeout, baths together, grocery shopping, a movie and making desserts together, these activities are not the specially planned ones he’s created for the two of you. Those are as follow: Wash day, Spa Trip, Picnic at Sunset.
Hii! So this was written as a birthday present to my wonderful friend Elle! Happy belated birthday girl and I hope you enjoy it <3 @voidsorceress
Hi , I first want to say I love your work and thank you for putting on for us black readers!!!❤️ Its nice to be included for once ❤️ Anyways I was wondering if you can write a fic about Ochako shading Bakugo and reader sticks up for him immediately! And he’s just looking at her with heart eyes because that’s his baby and she’s hot when she gets mad especially if it’s cause someone was being shady towards her man.
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Bakugo x black!reader
TW: Swearing, verbal fighting
Note: tyy, and ofc, I love providing for us💖 this took a min to get out, but I hope you enjoy😭🙏🏾 I assumed black reader bc of how the request started off so-
At first, you and Katsuki seemed like an unlikely pair.
He was a loud mouth arrogant hot head, and you didn't take shit from anyone. You often clashed in the beginning, but after some strange turns, you actually realized you fit together perfectly, and ended up being best friends (but you still fought a lot).
You were prone to defend your friends when you felt the need to do so, which was often what caused the fights between you and Katsuki considering he always had a bone to pick with someone. But nonetheless, he was still someone you considered a friend, so you'd defend him like one too.
"C'mon Deku, you're overthinking it, you're not bad at all. You could be... some arrogant hot head or something, y'know, like a certain someone." Uraraka said, slightly glaring in Katsuki's direction.
You couldn't help but overhear and catch her stare, and it didn't sit well with you at all.
"Now I know she's not talkin' 'bout you." You growled, face twisting in anger.
Usually, you wouldn't be this mad, you'd simply tell the person to watch their mouth and move on. But the fact that she was taking shots at Katsuki made something in you snap.
Of course, Uraraka had a point, even you knew it. But if she had a problem she could say it up front or take it up with you.
"Who the hell cares? I don't get a damn about what the extra has to say about me if she is. Wait- did you just call me an arrogant hot head?" Katsuki tried to ask, but you were already up and out of your seat, headed towards Uraraka.
"Uraraka, I know you not throwin' shade at Katsuki right now." You barked.
She decided to play the dumb game, tilting her head to the side and raising an eyebrow at you.
"At Katsuki? Huh-" Uraraka tried to say, feigning her innocence. But you weren't about to be made out like a fool by her of all people.
"Fuck you mean 'huh', bitch? I know I didn't stutter. And yes Katsuki. You right he is an arrogant hot head, we all know it, but if you can't say it straight up– don't say it." You hissed.
The fact that she continued to play dumb afterwards only fanned the flames, and you were just about ready to punch her lights out.
But unbeknownst to you, Bakugo was still seated, but he was listening.
And he swears nothing has ever made him so attracted to someone. Normally he hated when people defend him, he thought it made him seem weak. But there was something about the way you went about it that rubbed him in all the right ways.
"Look officer airhead, I'm two steps away from knocking you in the skull. Keep his name out of your mouth or I'll actually do it. And next time you got a problem, speak on it or sleep on it, because if I catch you sneak dissing again you're getting a black eye and I'm getting suspended." You swore.
Uraraka nervously bit her lip and gulped. Izuku started pulling her away from you, saying that you should probably go separate ways before something happens.
"Whatever, just make sure she watches it... let's go Katsu." You grumbled, grabbing Katsuki's arm and pulling him away.
Honestly, Katsuki was blushing a little... and maybe even realized that that "something about you" was actually a crush.
Ocean Man (Siren!Shinso x Black.Gender Neutral!Reader)
Warnings: Cursing, Attempted drowning kind of.
One thing's obvious, it had eyes.
The person, the monster, the creature -- whatever it was, had a stunning set of lavender orbs that eyed you with constricted pupils, intent to kill.
It had hair too; a wild indigo mane that was sticking up, out, and every which way while the rest of its body stayed submerged underwater.
A good minute or so had passed as the contact remained between you and the creature. Blood ran cold through your veins, colder than the air around you. Cautiously shooting backwards, you felt around the back of the canoe for the paddle with your gaze still fixed on the creature.
Unfortunately, it had seemed to notice your attempt at escape and began to submerge itself completely under.
This made your heart skip a beat as you made a frantic dive for the paddle, not caring how it made the canoe wobble. What you did care about, however, was the pale webbed hands that had emerged from the water, reaching for your luggage.
Eyes widening at the scene, you managed to find your voice and shriek out, "NO!"
Lunging for the paddle you managed to grab the end of the handle, pulling it back with all your might.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKING SEA BASTARD," You screamed, "Gimme my fuckin' paddle!"
The creature had risen with the top half of its face showing once again, this time the eyes wrought with testing ferocity; it was challenging you.
In turn, your brows furrowed as all anxiety had been replaced with a rush of determination. You grit your teeth and jerked the handle back and it pulled the creature forward along with it. It's eyes widened at your resolve.
Your lips curling up into an almost maniacal grin, you chuckle victoriously, "Yeah, you thought you had me, huh?"
While off your guard the creature had pulled the bow back with full force, making the stem slip to through your fingers.
"No no no no-" You stretched out your hand but came grasping at air as the creature swam backwards, letting the rest of its body rise as it did so.
If the hair wasn't an eye-catching feature before, you now had a set of ear fins to add on to the list. Your mouth parted in awe as your eyes traveled down his pale abdomen, with gills moving slowly as they took in the water below.
Shaking your head, you forced yourself to look back up at the... man? Some kind of merman, whose lips curled into the smallest of smiles, twirling your paddle in one hand as he looked upon you condescending.
You gulped, "H-hey man..."
He tilts his head in reply.
You put your hand up in a defensive gesture, "I know we got off on the wrong foot but... I'm gonna need that back, alright?"
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It's my first one of making these! Part 2 coming soon! Hope you enjoy! - Nae
Okay so this might be a little confusing I’m sorry, but I saw this TikTok were this girl was creating guides based on zodiac signs. and one of the was called “word smith” and basically you can create an all sensory illusion just by reciting the scenery from a book and it can be any book. So with that being said how would deku react to his s/o showing him her quirk for the first time?
Midoriya x reader
Note: lord this took so long for me to get to, I'm sorry😭 I hope you enjoy though💖
Leaning the broom you held on the wall beside you, you surveyed the work you’d done on the kitchen floor below you. Despite sweeping for nearly half an hour, you still had a lot more area to clean. You sighed.
Reaching into the back pocket of the loose shorts you wore, you pulled out your phone as you loaded up your music app, reaching over to turn on the small bluetooth speaker that sat on the countertop next to you.
Selecting your “2000s R&B” playlist and hitting shuffle, ‘Heard It All Before’ played throughout the spacious kitchen as you put your phone back and picked up the broom again, singing along to the lyrics while continuing to sweep. You felt like you were back in your parents home again, hearing R&B blare from your living room on a Saturday morning. The thought of those times made you smile.
You were so wrapped up in your singing and sweeping session that you didn’t even notice when Kirishima walked in, coming up behind you and wrapping his muscular arms around your figure. “Morning sweetheart. I can see you’re happy today, huh?”
Turning to the side to give him a goodmorning kiss, you smiled as you felt him sway back and forth to the music playing. “Sure am. How come you’re up so early?”
“I heard the music playing from our bedroom and remembered it was cleaning day, so I wanted to help you out. I’ll go wipe down the countertops.” Releasing his arms from around you, he picked up the square white cloth sitting beside him. You nodded.
“Alright, I’ll finish up with this and then we can cook breakfast together, ‘kay?” It was his turn to nod now, and you had a content look on your face as you turned back to do what you were doing.
Not even a minute passed when you heard the next song on queue load up, the opening all too familiar and nostalgic. Prepping to use the thin broomstick handle as a mic, you let out the first couple lyrics as Kirishima’s head shot up.
“We are lovers through and through, and though we made it through the STORMM”
You pointed to Kirishima as you said the line, dramatically acting out the lyrics as he laughed. He mimicked your movements of your hand over your heart and pointing to you, singing along to the song. You were surprised by how much of the lyrics he knew, but maybe it was because it played almost every cleaning day.
Abandoning his “station” at the countertop and coming over to you, you were caught off guard as he took your hand and twirled you around, letting you fall back in his arms as he continued to playfully dance with you. Wide smiles were apparent on both of your faces, and the sunlight that shined through the kitchen window only added to the warm atmosphere.
Hearing the song build up to the chorus as you both excitedly looked at each other, you both belted out the lyrics as loudly as you could, knowing that you would get a noise complaint later that day.
“REAL LOVE! IM SEARCHING FOR A REAL LOVE, SOMEONE TO SET MY HEART FREE”
You both continued your singing & dancing until the song closed out, an advertisement taking its spot as you both sat on top of the countertop that still wasn’t quite clean yet. Neither of you really cared, though.
You could see him staring at you from the corner of your eye, his eyes sparkling as he took in your beauty. Even in a plain tanktop and sleep shorts, you still managed to look good.
“Is there something on my face?” Pushing back a stray braid as you looked back at him, he blinked once before a big grin appeared on his face, sharp teeth visible and gleaming. Pulling you closer to him as he embraced you in a tight bear hug, the yelp you were about to let out being cut short by the kiss you felt on the top of your forehead.
“No, there’s nothing on your face babe. Just realized that I have my real love right here.”
summary: working one day in your dormitory, you noticed your boyfriend, shouto todoroki, is extremely fustrated, his violin case tightly in hand.
a/n: college au! college au! i love college au! this piece is for @miriobaby's university collab!
Dorm life was something you’ve gotten used to in the last three years. You memorized the faces of each of your residents, some greeting you by the desk as they entered the facility with friends and family. Although you didn’t enjoy facing the roommate conflicts and noise complaints at life, you had to admit having free housing for doing this job wasn’t so bad.
Working the desk was often a common occurrence to you. Every Thursday, you lugged yourself down and would remain here until the wee hours of the night. When you got off your shift, there was only one thing going through your mind—going up to your boyfriend’s room to chill.
“Still stuck over there I see,” a familiar voice greeted. Kirishima looked down at your position, leaning onto the marble check-in desk. He was another RA that was very popular in this building. He always managed to connect with literally everyone like a magic spell. It was common to see him outside in the grass playing whatever sport he could manage with his friends and residents.
“Yeah, you know how it is. At least I don’t work this weekend. Must suck, huh?” you teased back. Kirishima’s toothy grin quickly formed into a pout—his ruby eyes losing the joyous sparkle they once had. He let out a sigh, letting gravity pull his head down.
“Fuck...you just reminded me of that. I made plans too. Fuck..” he grumbled. He lifted his head up and shrugged.
“I guess it is what it is. Hey, I’m about to grab something from the cafeteria. Do you want anything?” he asked. You smiled and shook your head. Thankfully you had brought down a snack and your hydro flask to stay hydrated. Kirishima was always so thoughtful.
“No no! Shouto and I were gonna order some pizza and study some tonight. You know the drill,” you replied. Kirishima’s signature grin crept upon his tanned face again. His hand rubbed the back of his dyed scarlet hair, his roots much darker than the rest of it.
“Ohhh! I forgot. It’s the lovebird’s study night,” he cooed out, putting his hands together and pressing them on your cheek. You playfully rolled your eyes at his dramatic behavior. He couldn’t talk at all. You knew Mina was the one he had plans with this weekend. You figured you’d see her at the dorms this weekend because of it.
“Oh shut the fuck up, Eijirou. Fucking hypocrite,” you laughed. You were thankful to Kirishima for keeping your secret. RAs were under a strict rule that restricted them to date anyone in the building, regardless of if they were dating prior to the job. Kirishima was the one coworker who knew.
Just as the two of you were talking, a loud slam caught both of your attention. You leaned over trying to get a glimpse of the culprit, seeing Todoroki’s sour face. His dual-chrome eyes were hung low and narrowed, deep in thought. His eyebrows were furrowed tight, his jaw clenched firmly. The grip on his instrument case was extremely tight, his knuckles now white. His eyes momentarily reached your worried ones before he walked into the dorm, without saying a word to you.
Kirishima let out an awkward laugh leaning away from you. The happy atmosphere between you two dissipated.
“Trouble in paradise?” he asked. You let out a sigh rubbing your eyes for a moment to collect your thoughts. Todoroki was always the type of person who didn’t know how to deal with his emotions. He would always distance himself from you whenever there was an issue or problem going on with himself. As much as you wanted to help and be there for him, at times you felt there was a barrier in his heart—restricting you.
“No...I think one of his professors may have gotten to him. Hey, I’ll text you later okay? Say hi to Mina for me,” you called out. Kirishima nodded, eyes softening in pity momentary before walking out of the front doors. You reached over to your phone—a picture of you and Shouto smiling looking at you back. You exhaled, finger tracing over the boy who rarely smiles like this.
“...I hope everything’s okay, Sho…” you muttered out.
Midnight greeted you rather quickly, as you collected your things as the person covering the night shift greet you farewell. Your backpack hung low on you, walkie-talkie poking by your pants as you headed up the flights of stairs to head towards Todoroki’s room. Todoroki managed to obtain a single-room dormitory, an expensive rarity at this university.
You stood outside his door, music pouring in on the other side. His violin was something you were always mesmerized by. Seeing him in concert halls, lights fixated on him as his bow ran past the various strings was a gift many people didn’t get the option to see. He was extremely talented in music, everyone knew he would go far. As a result, many of his music professors pushed him too hard.
The exhilaration and glee he once had, was fleeting quickly to stress and displeasure.
As you knocked on the door, the music stopped. It only took a few seconds for Todoroki to greet you at the door. He didn’t say anything, his face remaining how it looked like earlier. You walked in, placing your back by his desk. Music sheets were scattered across the floor. This wasn’t like him at all. He was always so neat and organized with his things.
“Shouto, what’s wrong? Did Professor Kugo say anything to you? Was it Inasa—”
“No…” he grumbled out, taking a seat on his bed. He buried his head in his hands, long hair shifting out of his once neat ponytail. Your eyes softened, feeling the frustration bubbling inside of him before sitting next to him. You placed your hands on his back, leaning your head on his shoulder. His muscles seemed to relax, tension slowly going away.
“...You know I’m here for you, right? For anything...just, you got to tell me,” you muttered, eyes focused on his violin. Todoroki let out a shaky sigh, letting silence settle in for a moment. His tongue went over his lips as he nibbled at the skin. You could tell he was battling with himself to tell you.
“...For our final project, I needed to create a 10-minute ballad. I…” he trailed off. He fluttered his eyes closed before looking up at the speckled white ceiling and turning his head towards you. You lifted your head off of his shoulders, seeing the soft look in his grey and cyan eyes. His frown remained prominent highlighting his sadness and annoyance.
“...I wanted to make a song dedicated to you. I wanted to highlight everything I loved about you and everything you’ve done for me in this song. No matter what though it’s wrong,” he admitted. He exhaled, shaking his head.
“I mean I changed this ballad over 5 times now and it still doesn’t seem right. I have to perform this in three days. I’m going to end up failing,” he muttered. You flashed a small smile, wrapping your arms against the boy.
“You are always so hard on yourself, Shouto. Don’t get caught up with being perfect. You’re not, and I love that about you. I’m not perfect either, so your ballad doesn’t have to reflect that,” you suggested. You placed your hand on his big one as he weaved them together.
“...As people we are multifaceted. There are always different qualities of us that are shown to different people and so on. You wrote 5 ballads, right? Maybe that’s 5 different qualities you see with me. That’s not to say all of them aren’t me, right?” you reminded. Todoroki huffed, the corner of his lips curling into a smile.
“I guess you’re right. I think I’ll clean one of them up tomorrow and begin practicing,” Todoroki stated. He leaned over, pressing a tender kiss on your forehead.
“I’m gonna need you to record it for me. I have to see you perform it,” you cheered. Todoroki chuckled, leaning forward towards his knees.
“You know I can always perform for you for free, love,” he mentioned. You laughed, letting your back fall against the mattress as it sprang up and down.
“I know...I know. You’re my beautiful violinist…” you hummed. Todoroki chuckled louder, laying his own back down with you. His arm snaked over, holding your waist close and pushing you towards his hard chest. The familiar beat of his heart vibrated on your hands, lulling you to relax.
summary: after finally getting a day off, bakugou hesitantly goes to the beach with you
a/n: happy memorial weekend and june! hope you like this slice of summer piece!~
Spring was fleeting quickly as temperatures rose in the regions. The thin long-sleeves Bakugou was familiar with, had to be swapped out for tank tops and shorts. The sky was a bright cyan, the sun staring tall heating up the area. Seagulls flew and called one another as the shores roared every time they approached the beach.
Bakugou leaned his back on top of the wooden long chair. He felt the sweat beginning to drip from his brow as the sun glared down below him. He hated how his body felt since he drenched himself in sunscreen before coming onto the beach with you. The beach was always Bakugou’s least favorite thing about summer. He hated the large crowds and screaming children, the tourist traps, and the hellbent heat.
He hated summer, period.
Yet, he couldn’t help but agree after you asked him. Bakugou clicked his tongue, letting his eyes close imagining those beautiful eyes he just can’t help caving into. He hated it so much. He hated how weak he was with you.
“You miss me?” a familiar voice called out to him. Bakugou turned around seeing you smile over at him, poking part of the flesh of his cheek. The small smile he produced quickly morphed into a frown as he jerked his head away from your touch. You chuckled amused by his childish reaction before he huffed.
“It’s too hot for that shit. God...I can’t believe you wanted to come here. It’s already fucking crowded. Don’t people have shit to do?” Bakugou grumbled. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes from his complaints.
“Katsuki, these people are probably off. Just like us. Come on, enjoy the day. You're all pouty and complaining is not going to be fun,” you murmured. Ruby eyes glared down at you briefly—unamused by your statement—before Bakugou sighed in defeat.
“Fine! Fuck...where do you even want to go anyway?” Bakugou asked. You shrugged not knowing what exactly to choose.
“Let’s just walk around. See what’s happening for now. That's okay?” you replied back. Bakugou didn’t say anything, opting to capture his large hand with your own. He briefly squeezed it tight as the two of you walked around the pier area.
The pier was a wildly popular area. Many carnival game booths were yelling out for patrons to participate in their games and earn their bountiful amounts of plush toys. Some participants were happy clinging onto their plushie as others remained disappointed and irritating knowing the game was rigged.
As Bakugou watched the copious amount of people in the area, his eyes caught onto something. It was an old-school plush of one of his favorite heroes of all time, All Might. The plushie looked a bit sun-damaged, but Bakugou couldn’t help but smirk in satisfaction. He could imagine the desperate look his childhood best friend, Midoriya, would give him demanding where he got it.
“Hey, let’s play that game over there. I see a prize I want to win,” Bakugou murmured, pulling you towards the particular booth. You quirked your eyebrow—surprised by his reaction—as an uneasy smile pulled on your lips.
“Are you sure? You know the games are rigged, right?” you asked. Bakugou scoffed, waving a hand out to dismiss your claims.
“It’s whatever. I’m fucking Dynamight. I can do whatever the fuck I want,” Bakugou shouted out. You exhaled, as he walked up to the manager working the booth. Bakugou pressed one ¥500 bill onto the counter, a proud smirk on his face.
“Two games? Perfect. Just hit all the pins down and you win,” the manager said, placing the bills in his back pocket. The man leaned down, grabbing three balls for Bakugou to take. The blond winked over to you before throwing the ball towards the pins. Only the top pin fell down.
The manager snickered as he put the pins back in their position. Bakugou’s eyes blew wide in frustration. His jaw clenched, veins beginning to bulge out on his neck. The man only shrugged, basking in your boyfriend’s irritation.
“Fucking really? It’s like that?” he grumbled, throwing another ball towards the pins at a faster pace. This time, only two pins fell down. The last one remained standing tall. Bakugou swore the manager and the pins were mocking him at this point.
“One more try, fellow. Would have figured the Number 2 Hero would have had a little more... power in their throws,” the manager remarked. Bakugou’s fist shook in anger. He grabbed the ball, little sparks visibility beginning to pop towards his hand. The sweet smell of caramel wafted through the area. You knew better than to believe it was coming from the popcorn stand.
“Katsuki…” you whispered worryingly. Bakugou wound up his arm and activated his quirk, propelling the ball forward and knocking all pins down. The ball was too powerful when it struck, causing the ball to hurl through the tent, leaving a gaping hole. The manager stood there in shock looking at the damaged hole as Bakugou crossed his arms in a self-assured manner.
“I’m the Number 2 Hero for a reason, extra. Now give me my goddamn All Might plush!” he yelled out. The manager frowned, somberly grabbing the All Might plush and handing it over to Bakugou. You stood there, massaging your forehead. Bakugou could be so much sometimes. Feeling your disappointment, Bakugou looked over the rest of the plush toys they had in this tent.
“Also give me the pomeranian plushie!” Bakugou demanded. The manager glared at him.
“Sir you’ll have to play another—”
“That’s fine with me,” Bakugou interrupted, pulling his hand up as the air popped around it. The manager sighed, grumbling under his breath before handing the other plush over to him.
“There! Now go away!” the man yelled out. Bakugou grabbed both of the plushies, handing the dog over to you. There was a genuine smile on his face, a look of actual joy. Your eyes softened to that smile. You loved whenever he seemed genuinely happy as he didn’t let his smile out too often.
“Thanks, Katsu,” you murmured as you took the plush from him. You hugged it tightly against your chest, feeling the softness of the material. Bakugou chuckled before weaving his fingers with yours once more as the two of you continued on the pier.
“Where to next?” you hummed, looking over to him. Bakugou looked up to the blue sky again, lone white clouds beginning to drift across it.
“I’m feeling up for some ice cream?” Bakugou suggested. Your lips curved up, leaning your body over towards his arm. His eyebrows furrowed, confused by the sudden affection.
“Hey! Stop—”
“I’m glad you’re finally beginning to enjoy yourself, you dope.”
a/n: part three! really hope you guys are enjoying the series so far!
summary: as your finishing up work before you take your lunch break, your blond neighbor decided to pay you a visit.
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Your fingers rhythmically clicked onto your keyboard, eyes focused on the bright screen eagerly trying to finish sending out and examining emails before lunch. Your eyes felt heavy, absorbing the blue light from your screen for so long. Your stomach churned, desperately wanting nutrients to satiate itself. Most of your coworkers were outside their cubicles and chatting with one another with smiles or frowns on their faces as they pursued the rest of the day before finally getting off.
Finishing the last email, you slumped into your chair, letting your head fall and rest on it. A grateful smile crept onto your lips, fingers beginning to ache from typing for so long. Thankfully you could go take your lunch now and focus on your press releases and other work later.
“You alive over there,” a familiar, gruff voice asked. You swiveled your chair, seeing Bakugou peering over to you. With your mouth slightly agape, you were honestly shocked to see him interacting with you at work. He seemed very shy and distant when he told you he worked in the same company as you, albeit in different sectors.
“Yo, Earth to (Y/n),” he grumbled again. You shook your head, snapping away from your thoughts and analyzes.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m honestly just surprised you’re here, is all. What made you come down here,” you asked. Bakugou lifted his hands up revealing a packed lunch wrapped in cloth.
“We should...take our lunch. Talk or whatever the fuck,” he muttered, blush beginning to bloom on his pale cheeks. He took a sigh, letting his eyes close for a moment to gather his thoughts and words.
“...I’m sorry for marching off last night,” he apologized. Your eyes softened as your arms crossed, a satisfied smile creeping onto your lips.
“Katsuki Bakugou, am I growing on you?” you asked. Bakugou’s eyes blew wide, clenching his jaw tightly. You can see the veins beginning to bulge on his forehead as a result.
“N-No! Just...fuck. Why are you so difficult?!” he asked out loud. You exhaled as you stood up on your feet, he never failed to give you mixed signals. Alas, he was trying. You knew you should too.
“Come on Bakugou. I only got thirty minutes,” you stated, walking up to him, gesturing for him to go with you and head to the cafeteria. Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, seeing as you weren’t grabbing any packed food.
“Did you not bring anything to eat?” he asked. You shrugged, eyes darting from his.
“I kinda...left it at home. It’s fine though. I’ll probably just get a coffee from the vending machine. I need the boost anyway,” you replied. Bakugou clicked his tongue rolling his eyes.
“Idiot! You shouldn’t skip meals. Just...have half of mine. You’re lucky I made extra,” he grumbled. Your eyes shot back over to him surprised at his offer.
“No, it’s okay—”
“No, fuck off. You’re eating it. Besides, you’ll pay me back for it anyway.”
There was the catch.
The cafeteria was as lively as ever. Coworkers were gathered around tables, nibbling and chattering about their days. Laughs, complaints, joy, and disappointment—these emotions were overwhelming wafting through the area. You typically opted to have lunch in your cubicle, enjoying the small tranquility of quiet it gave you for a half-hour. This was a new change, and you can’t say you hated it.
Bakugo stood in front of you, grabbing a ceramic bowl and wooden chopsticks for you to have. He opened his bento, revealing the intrigue meal he had created—stir fry. The savory smell made your mouth water, clearly excited and hopeful to try the delicious-smelling meal.
You snap your chopsticks before digging into the dish. To say it was good was an understatement. The dish clearly had umami with a dash of heat that stayed on your tongue warming you up. Bakugou had a confident smirk on his face, enjoying his lunch as well.
“Best meal you probably had in a while, right?” he asked, pride dripping in every word. You wanted to roll your eyes and say something sarcastic back, but you couldn’t think of anything. From eating alright convenience store food to your average food you made at home—this was a welcomed change.
“Honestly, yeah. You’re generally a really good chef. I’m surprised,” you retorted. Bakugou clicked his tongue, mood slightly souring hearing you say you were shocked.
“Well duh. The extras I happen to live with always demand I cook. Kaminari usually burns something, Sero under seasons stuff and Kirishima is just...a mess. It’s irritating to cook all the time, but at least I eat well,” Bakugou revealed. A chuckle escaped your lips, imagining the scene. You were sure it would be hilarious to witness one of the other guys cook.
“Yeah, I probably would be like that too,” you admitted. There was a pause between you two as one another ate the stirfry. It felt like the distance you managed to break up previously, just got wider all of a sudden. Bakugou’s face seemed deep in thought, now looking down at his lunch. You couldn’t read him though. You honestly could never read him since you met him.
He was always too unpredictable
“...Are you sure you’re comfortable enough to go to the party this weekend?” Bakugou muttered. The corners of your mouth turned downwards. Why was he bringing this up again?
“Bakugou like I said. You don’t know me! I know I can handle myself. I’m gonna show you just how fine I’ll be attending—”
“Why are you making this a competition?” Bakugou interrupted. You paused, shocked by Bakugou’s statement. The party has meant nothing to you, for the most part, just annoying to hear especially after work. Being in large groups wasn’t your sort of forte, not to mention meeting so many new people.
The only reason you were pressing on was to show him you could do it.
Or was it to prove to yourself you could do it?
“...I don’t know. I just...the day I met you, you pissed me off, to say the least. I had worked a 10-hour shift and just wanted to get some rest. Talking to you just, fueled all of my frustration. I felt...weak, like you and your roommates didn’t respect me,” you muttered.
“I guess this is an option to win that respect. Prove to...myself, I’m capable,” you finished. You didn’t have the gut to look Bakugou in the face at the moment as you avoided his intense gaze and poked at your food.
“...I think we both could have handled that day better, but you don’t have to force yourself to do things you don’t like to prove shit to yourself,” Bakugou grumbled before taking a deep sigh.
“Maybe I didn’t respect you then, but perhaps I respect you now. Time does that. I’m slowly getting to know you and...fuck, I want to be friends. You...remind me a lot about myself to be honest,” Bakugou stated. You forced a laugh feeling rejected and accepted synonymously.
Maybe that was why you couldn’t figure out him sometimes; he was similar to you but you rejected that notion. That dejected and lonely look you saw him fashioning on the balcony alone at night, the anger he felt when things didn’t go his way, even the awkward nature he had interacting with others. You felt all of it.
“...I’ll see you later I guess,” Bakugou murmured. The man got up gathering his stuff, throwing napkins away in the bin before heading off. You massaged your forehead feeling the pressure of stress.
[synopsis] - everyone assumed moving into their first apartment would be a dream come true. newfound freedoms, a sense of independence and new people to meet. unfortunately for you, it seems every friday, your new neighbors throws a large party. soon enough you can't take it and march over there, only to meet him—katsuki bakugou.
[series warning] - use of alcohol, use of marijuana, bakugou being an ass. mainly fluff with some light angst
TW: Swearing, fighting (mentions of physical fighting. There is verbal fighting.)
Note: Writing after like 2 weeks and im feeling alive again. Kinda sorta part of my Smoke series? Not really tbh, but the way the reader acts in those is how they act in this
It's not that anyone in the class underestimated you, it's just that events like the one they just saw were definitely a sight to behold.
You beat Katsuki fucking Bakugo in a fight.
And damn, did you absolutely rock his shit.
He was far from inside the marked area that you were supposed to stay in, and lay on his back, jaw clenched in pain. He was covered in bruises and scratches, and parts of his uniform where tattered.
Where you on the other hand, stood in the middle of the marked area, breathing heavily, and coughing slightly from both the smoke in the air and exhaustion. You had some bruises yourself, a few minor burns that were sure to fade, but you were no where near as banged up as Bakugo.
"Alright, Y/n wins. You two should head down to Recovery Girl for your injuries–" Aizawa spoke painly before getting cut off by a booming voice.
"LIKE HELL THEY WIN! WE'RE GOING AGAIN!" Shouted Bakugo, who was somehow back up on his feet despite laying flat on the ground a moment prior.
"It's really not that serious, let's just go—" You tried to dismiss, but he didn't let up.
"LIKE HELL, FIGHT ME, DUMBASS." He said, palms crackling loudly.
The whole class had their eyes flicking to and from both of you in anticipation, hearts doing backflips as they watched your face contort into a snarl.
"Yeah, I'm a dumbass, says the pissbaby screaming their head off. Just Take the L nigga." You waved him off, beginning to walk yourself to Recovery Girl.
But something about what you said really pissed him off, and he was twice as ready for a fight.
"You too much of a pussy to fight me or somethin'?" Bakugo taunted.
You flashed a smile and cocked your eyebrows.
"Mhm, sure, we'll go with that if it makes you feel better." You laughed.
"You can't even come back with anything verbally, so I must be right." He wore a cocky grin, one that mirrored yours.
"You most definitely aren't. Kick my ass and I'll entertain your shit talking all you want." You challenged him.
"Tch, you were just saying no to fighting me a second ago and now you want some? You're all bark no bite." Bakugo spat.
"Oh yeah? Well since you 'bout that shit, bite me, dog." You retorted.
Bakugo went to raise a hand, and you prepared to get into another fight
Suddenly, you felt something wrap around you tightly, and your feet were no longer touching the floor.
"That's enough from both of you, I'll be taking you to Recovery Girl myself." Aizawa said, hair raised in a gravity defying manner and eyes glowing red.
The whole way to Recovery Girl was you and Bakugo silently staring daggers into each other as you were still wrapped tightly in Mr. Aizawa's scarf.
Recovery Girl cleaned you both up, and used her quirk on you before leaving you both to rest.
You sat in silence, laying on your beds and staring into space.
Unbeknownst to the other, you'd take peeks at one another from time to time, only to look away a second later.
After awhile, Bakugo sat up slowly, trying not to strain himself too much. He attempted to reach for his back, and failed, as he shuttered with every movement of his shoulders.
"Need help?" You asked him.
Bakugo looked over at you for a moment, before looking away and blowing a heavy breath out of his nose while biting the inside of his cheek. Despite his stubborn facade, his arms dropped to his side.
You went over to him and looked at his back to see what was wrong.
"What's wrong with it?" You asked him.
His back seemed fine visibly, none of his cuts were bleeding again, and his bandages were still on.
"It just hurts." Bakugo told you, avoiding eye contact.
You got up from your place next to him, and went over to Recovery Girl's mini fridge, taking out an ice pack.
"Just forget it‐" He tried to say, before feeling something shockingly cold on both of his shoulders.
"That better?" You asked him, adjusting the position of the ice packs slightly.
Turning to finally look at you, Bakugo realized how close you were.
Did you always look this good? Sure, he might've been two steps away from fighting you awhile ago, but he didn't expect himself to find you taking care of him now, and he especially didn't expect to so randomly find you attractive.
Bakugo looked away, cheeks flushed pink.
"Yeah, that's fine. Thanks."
He heard you laugh slightly, and looked at you weirdly.
"Y'know, you're not too bad when you're not going apeshit." You told him, clearly mocking him still, but playfully this time.
"The hell is that supposed to mean?" He asked you, narrowing his eyes.
"Exactly what it sounds like." You responded.
"You want me to kick your ass?" Bakugo growled.
You rolled your eyes and scoffed.
"Boy lay yo' ass down before I beat your ass again and hand you another L."
pairing: izuku midoriya x gender neutral!reader x shouto todoroki
warning: angst, cheating, depictions of depression, alcohol, nudity, implications of sex, aged up characters
w/c: 1.5k
a/n: i have been listening to way to much mitsuki. this fic actually popped into my head after listening to nobody.
summary: everyone assumed your relationship with midoriya was a fairytale, as strong and beautiful as a diamond. sadly, the diamond everyone assume your relationship was, was simply made of glass
Everyone assumed the relationship between you and the emerging pro-hero Izuku Midoriya would be as strong as diamond—vibrant, stunning, and sturdy. The kind smile he would always flash you, emerald eyes filled with softness and love always made you swoon. Those beautiful large eyes of his were one of your favorite things about him.
It was too bad the look he gave you was never even close to that of his childhood sweetheart Uraraka.
You were aware Uraraka and Midoriya used to be a thing in high school. She would tell drunken stories about how shy the two of them were with one another. You knew she meant well and there wasn’t any malice there. It was hard to miss how her cheeks were even rosier due to the amount of liquor she ingested. After she would just giggle resting her hands on her boyfriend’s chest, a prominent frown would be on Bakugou’s lips though, as she told him how much happier she was with her current love life.
Midoriya on the other hand would always get quiet about it, eyes darting away. Glass tilted up to his lips even if the glass was empty as if he was stopping himself from saying something. You always assumed it was because it felt awkward to him. Whenever you asked, he forced himself to smile assuring you he was okay when he wasn’t. Your heart always sunk when this happened, but you restricted yourself from pressuring him to say more.
Everything would have been fine, right?
Right?
You would have never expected to walk in to see them in bed together. Flicking the light up to see her nude body enveloped in your boyfriend’s. The sickly loving expressions they gave each other was the same look you thought he gave you, but this was different. This look seemed ethereal as if he was peering towards his soulmate.
That wasn’t you.
Their looks morphed into pure fear seeing your shocked face though as time stopped for a moment. Your mouth was agape, tears brimmed your eyes. Your breathing became hard before you pressed a hand to your chest now pounding against your ribcage. Your mind fuzzed up, desperately reading into the memories of your relationship with one another.
You would have never guessed he cheated on you. He was always doting and kind. You assumed he was loyal as he was to his job. Those nights he would come home and just lay down on your chest after a long day watching old childhood cartoons together or the time he wanted to surprise you by making his mother’s special recipe of katsudon—they were all lies.
You were the rebound, the person he used to get over someone else. The sharp pain in your chest confirmed the shards of your heart breaking up.
The diamond you and others assumed in your relationship was only made of glass.
The rest of that day was foggy for you. You knew Midoriya shot up, covering his lower half with a blanket begging to give you an explanation as tears rolled off his freckled cheeks. You don’t know why he was crying. Loss of reputation? Guilt?
You just turned around and left, no tears, screams, or cries leaked out until you sat on your bed at your apartment—everything exploding out like a volcano. In the wake of everything, you called Bakugou explaining what you saw. He unexpecting didn’t say anything, just hanging up on you as soon as you were done. Midoriya flooded your phone with messages but you didn’t have the energy to talk to him. You just wrapped yourself in a blanket staining your pillow and sheets with your wretched tears.
Which leaves you today.
One week had passed since the incident. You hadn’t talked to anyone even though your phone was blowing up from your messages. Your hoodie was pulled up along with your covers, cheeks sticky and stained from crying. Your lips were desperate for hydration, eyes bloodshot and tired. You couldn’t be bothered to do anything though, exhaustion was taking over you.
A pound at the door caught your attention as you tried not to groan outwardly. Midoriya would occasionally come to your door, yelling he wanted to talk to explain. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of closure, you weren’t ready to confront him yet.
You let your feet touch the cold ground, a shiver running up your spine. You walked over to the door, expecting to see the messy green hair of Midoriya. Your eyebrows furrowed focusing on the person in front of your door. Instead of green, the familiar color of red and white stood out prominently. It was Todoroki.
You took a breath, before unlocking the door. Cyan and grey eyes focused over you as you revealed your form from the door. Todoroki’s shocked eyes melted into pity as he walked in and held you. His grip was tight on you but so comforting and warm. You couldn’t help crying once more as he walked you towards the couch.
“You’ve been ignoring my calls for a while now. I had no other option to come over to make sure you were alright, so forgive my sudden appearance,” Todoroki mumbled, a large palm on your back. You and Todoroki were quite close with one another, seeing as he was your best friend. He always hung out with you and Midoriya when he was free, in the early years crashing on your couches when he was looking for a place to live that wasn’t his father’s house.
“...Is this what he’s reduced you to, (Y/n)? I’ve been worried sick,” he mumbled before sighing.
“What do you expect?!” you snapped back. Todoroki looked down, as you let yourself rest on the side of his shoulder. Although he didn’t appreciate your snippy comment, he knows you were hurting badly. He himself didn’t expect his friend to devolve into infidelity.
“...That’s fair. I’m sorry (Y/n),” he replied. You clicked your tongue covering your face with your hands and leaning forward to prompt yourself against your knees.
“No, no. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. Fuck...I’m just—” you trailed off.
“Hurting?” he suggested. You silently nodded. There was a pause of quiet, Todoroki clearly looking to what to ask next.
“Have you heard from Bakugou...is he being as pathetic as I am?” you asked. Todoroki shrugged, glancing to his jean pocket where his phone resided.
“I’m not sure. The last time I talked to Kirishima, he said Bakugou was drinking himself half to death. I just know he’s hurting too...your feelings are completely valid (Y/n)...” Todoroki mentioned.
“...and Iz-Midoriya?” you corrected yourself. Todoroki’s gaze hardened, gaze focused on you now.
“I haven’t talked to him or plan on it,” he stated. Angry bubbled up in every one of those words. It looks like this situation also put a damper on their friendship. You let yourself sigh once more leaning back into the plush sofa.
“You can go home, Shouto. I’ll be fine, okay? I’m just in a rough spot right now…” you murmured. Todoroki didn’t reply, only retrieving his phone.
“Pizza or Chinese?” he asked. You quirked an eyebrow, confused about why he was asking you. His dual-eyes flickered up towards your own.
“Why?” you whispered. The grip on Todoroki’s phone became slightly tighter.
“...When I was going through some of my darkest moments, you were there for me. You made me smile, you forced me to go eat soba, you even turned on music and tried to encourage me to dance, which failed...badly,” Todoroki recalled. You couldn’t help chuckling hearing him talk about those moments.
His oldest brother Touya had died in custody. His mother’s progress over all these years was shot. His other brother Natsuo, had moved and rarely reaches out to him anymore. And he couldn’t look his father in the face at this point.
Through all of his suffering, one thing remained constant—you were always there, reaching a hand out towards him, even if in the beginning he refused to take it.
He felt indebted to you in some ways. If he could return your smile you gave him all the time, that would be enough for him.
“So I’ll ask again, pizza or Chinese?”
Todoroki held a trash bag, putting the trash from takeout in there before tying it up and placing it near the front door. He will take it out in the morning before he leaves.
The credits from the movie the two of you had been watching hummed lowly as you were curled on the couch peacefully asleep. That soft expression returned to Todoroki, trying to stop himself from moving your hair away from your face. He quickly went to your bedroom retrieving a blanket and covering your body with it. Your breaths were slow, still in dreamland. He hoped you were having pleasant dreams at least.
The soft expression of his slowly dripped down too longingness as he let himself sit down on a chair.
Sleep was what most humans craved. Letting their head fall in a soft pillow, fluttering their tired eyes closed from a long day. Whenever the sun rose with the gold of disk beaming in their windows, they’d greet it with a smile—refreshed and ready to start the day.
You weren’t as optimistic.
Days were so slow to you, trudging long and hard. You could barely focus on your work—head feeling as light and fuzzy in the clouds. Even the people around you had no difference with their low mutters and conversations you could never decipher.
When you finally got home, you’d start beaming. The light returning to your eye sparkling in the starry night sky. Fixing something to eat, watching some shows—you’d do anything to let your eyes finally get heavy and return to the cozy kingdom of your bed. Sleep was complicated for you. Although you wanted nothing more than anything to rest your eyes and enjoy the relaxation sleep brought, sadness and longing would be a definite feeling once reaching sleep.
Because you could see him.
They say that you can see your soulmate in your dreams once you reach eighteen. You read all online about love story after love story, craving when you turned eighteen yourself. The night of your birthday, you saw him for the first time.
Broad shoulders framing his lean yet muscular body. His hair long, flowing on his back magically cut into two different colors—a vibrant crimson and a bright white. That duality also reflected in his eyes peering back at you. Cyan and grey were filled with so much softness and love even those his gaze remained fairly sharp. A prominent dark scar was on his face, the other skin much paler and neutral in color.
Tears pooled in your eyes as you ran over to him, grass whipping back every stride you took. He just smiles under the beautiful blue sky, opening his arms up to accept your hug. When you finally reached him, he secretly wrapped his arms around you tightly. Droplets of water-stained your shirt from tears streaming down his face.
You were blissfully in love. You found your soulmate.
That happiness changed hearing him speak. You looked up confused by what he said, looking up in confusion. His eyebrows slightly furrowed saying it again. You shook your head not understanding the language he was speaking.
“W-What are you saying? I don’t understand...” you murmured. The smile on his face dissipated, large palm pressing against your cheek. He spoke once more but it was futile. Neither of you could understand the other. Eventually, the color began fading in the dream work, clouds drifting low separating you two as one of you was beginning to wake up. You reached your hand out but could grab onto him
You woke up with tears in your eye that day.
This was the first of many occurrences with him. Three years have passed with you desperately researching him with the little clues you had. He spoke Japanese and was a native of the country.
Walking in the streets of your city, sometimes you would find yourself seeing him. That bittersweet smile on his face before dissipating into a normal person casually going about his day. At work, you seemed to sketch out his face hoping to scour social media for that face, failing every time.
You began some lessons but didn’t have much time after work. You were hoping this summer for a vacation to take a trip, but also seemed discouraged by it. Japan has a large mass of people living in the area. Where would he be in the whole country? You only knew what he looked like.
You sighed wrapping the blanket around you, the news flashing on the television screen. Should you just give up? Only have him as the gift of your dreams? So many people never got to be with their soulmates, maybe it was just fate.
Your friends were less optimistic when you told them, saying it was nearly impossible to find him. It was difficult seeing the smile on their faces as they gushed about their soulmates. Your heart hurt, those dreams that once gave you satisfaction morphed into longing and sadness.
You closed your eyes, your lip beginning to quiver. Was this it? Were you finally giving up on him, the man with dual hair and eyes?
Letting yourself relax, the darkness around you morphed into that grassy field and bright cloudy sky you’d always see him at. The man looked at you, bags under his eyes. It seems like he’s had a hard time sleeping lately. You didn’t want to run in his arms or even go near him. It was as if there was an invisible wall between you, and you didn’t plan on breaking it.
“Hey...I..I don’t think...” you murmured, taking your gaze away from him. Your body shivered as a gust of cool wind passed through you. The man stood there momentarily sensing the distance between you. He took a sigh before walking forward. His hands tenderly held your cheeks again, just the way he did when you first met.
“I..w-won’t stop. Until I...meet you. In...person,” the man murmured out. Your eyes widened hearing the familiar language come out of his mouth. Salty tears cascaded down your cheeks as the man leaned in to kiss them away.
Those honey-covered words gave your heart something it desperately needed again.
“I won’t stop either...I’ll keep fighting, as long as it takes.”
Eyes fluttering open, dawn creeping out of the window. Instead of those sad streams dripping from your eyes, they were hopeful.
Imagine waking up to a call from your PR manager, in a hushed voice, about a rather lewd photo leaking online not only of you but with your ex-fwb. Then, in the next scene, that ex-friend with benefits becomes the star competitor of your current, hot-headed boyfriend.
The boyfriend who is currently not picking up your calls
A messy hand, life had dealt to you.
You paced around your bedroom, phone on speaker as you scrolled through your millions of mentions. Twitter was having a field day right now. You had to quickly shut down your DMs cause they were coming from everywhere! And then that dreaded picture. you were splayed out on black silk sheets, your robe loose and setting into the contours of your body as you smiled into the camera…alongside Shindo Yo. His charming smile was undeniably his own, his warm brown eyes and unruly hair didn’t make it any better.
You were alternating calls with your agency, manager, and boyfriend, who made it easier by never picking up. You knew it. He was pissed. The slam of your apartment door as soon as you woke up was enough indication. You groaned out loud, head hurting since you turned on your phone. Who knew an old fling could cause so much drama (…). The lack of response from Bakugou held all of your attention. You had to talk to him before anyone else did. By the time your PR called, demanding you to stay inside your house, you were already out the door, dark shades framing most of your face and hair covered by a hoodie. You wanted your truth to be known.
Note: just a lil sum. I've had this idea since the song came out so yeahhshdd hope you enjoy
I switched up some of the lyrics btw just so they'd be more confession-like
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You and Katsuki had been talking for awhile now, and were both very much into one another. Despite this, you had never taken the next step in making your relationship with each other official. The two of you had actually established that you weren't quite ready to be official with anyone really.
So you kept in the talking phase for awhile, but neither of you ever talked to anyone else. Katsuki was all for you, and you were all for him.
So you finally said fuck it, and decided that today you'd ask to make it official while you were out together.
You met up at the park, and Katsuki brought some food for the two of you.
"Hey Katsu." You greeted him. He wrapped his free hand around you, hands on your waist and arms pulling you into him. "Hey, N/n."
He punctuated his sentence with a kiss on your cheek. It was nothing, really, you've even kissed for real before, even made out once, but for some reason your breath still gets caught up in your throat.
You laid out a blanket from your car that you had for occasions just like this, and Katsuki set all the food down.
You ate and talked for awhile, and after awhile the conversation faded to comfortable silence.
'Screw it.' You thought.
"Hey Katsuki..." You started, feeling the heat rise to your face. He grunted in acknowledgement, and waited for you to continue.
"I was just thinkin'... we've been talkin' for a lil' while, and recently... fuckin' with you feel like damn nigga, I can't even exhale nigga–" You began to mindlessly ramble before being cut off with a swift kiss from Katsuki.
He pulled back with a subtle 'smack' before laughing at you.
"Before you ramble your ass off: my answer is yes, we can make it official." He told you.
You sighed with relief, your subconsciously tightened muscles relaxing as you kissed again.
req: todoroki with a s/o that does mukbang videos & they watch their s/o’s video but he doesn’t know it’s them?
Mukbang
w/ Shouto Todoroki
warnings: none
SHOUTO TODOROKI
I actually do feel like the rare times he does go on Youtube, he spends his time watching ASMR mukbang videos
like you know the ones where they’ll eat those big arrays of different types of foods? he’d watch those kinds
he doesn’t even know why he likes them, he just watches to watch
he stumbled across your channel one day from one of those type of vids, with you trying out different bowls of soba
your camera was pointed far enough down that it only showed the table, the bowls of soba, and of course your mouth
he was sorta spacing out as he watched it, not at all noticing the extremely familiar dining table and bowls in the vid
he was just bouta hit subscribe to see more of your channel when your outro started, voice clearly recognizable as you thanked everyone for watching
wait a damn minute—
he’s sitting there putting two and two together as he realizes that’s you, and that’s why he was missing so many of his soba packets last week
but he’s confused, when did you have a channel? you never mentioned it to him
he’d ask you about it and he’s pretty chill with it after that, thinking it was cool that you had built such a big fanbase on this content despite being faceless
of course he would’ve wanted to know about this lil side job sooner, but he’s not sweating over it
eventually, it takes a lil (a lot) of nagging on your side to get him to film a video with you, swearing that no one would recognize him and that it’d be cute
and surprisingly? he slowly warms up to being in your videos over time, despite it being awkward at first
it’s just silence, soba, and his s/o 🙏
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req: todoroki with a s/o that does mukbang videos & they watch their s/o’s video but he doesn’t know it’s them?
Mukbang
w/ Shouto Todoroki
warnings: none
SHOUTO TODOROKI
I actually do feel like the rare times he does go on Youtube, he spends his time watching ASMR mukbang videos
like you know the ones where they’ll eat those big arrays of different types of foods? he’d watch those kinds
he doesn’t even know why he likes them, he just watches to watch
he stumbled across your channel one day from one of those type of vids, with you trying out different bowls of soba
your camera was pointed far enough down that it only showed the table, the bowls of soba, and of course your mouth
he was sorta spacing out as he watched it, not at all noticing the extremely familiar dining table and bowls in the vid
he was just bouta hit subscribe to see more of your channel when your outro started, voice clearly recognizable as you thanked everyone for watching
wait a damn minute—
he’s sitting there putting two and two together as he realizes that’s you, and that’s why he was missing so many of his soba packets last week
but he’s confused, when did you have a channel? you never mentioned it to him
he’d ask you about it and he’s pretty chill with it after that, thinking it was cool that you had built such a big fanbase on this content despite being faceless
of course he would’ve wanted to know about this lil side job sooner, but he’s not sweating over it
eventually, it takes a lil (a lot) of nagging on your side to get him to film a video with you, swearing that no one would recognize him and that it’d be cute
and surprisingly? he slowly warms up to being in your videos over time, despite it being awkward at first
it’s just silence, soba, and his s/o
taglist: @mypimpademia @katsuflossy @lilsparkyswife @katsumiiii @denkisdurag @1-800-s1mping @solar3lunar @blackweebtrash @angiebug101 (send an ask to be added)
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