sorry for not posting lolz i had school stuff but i'll try to keep up from now on since i am done with exams for the next couple weeks so yeah lmao working on requests now !!
pairings: bakugou x gn!reader, todoroki x gn!reader, midoriya x gn!reader
warnings: fluff
summary: small gestures that they do to show affection/that they care about you
a/n: lmao sorry for going mia and happy new year lolz uhhh iâll post more i have enough in drafts keke
p1
bakugou:
uses ASL to say ily in a subtle way (don't jump on me ik they are japanese but see i think he isn't very affectionate in public so using another languages sign language is the best way to be cute without anyone else noticing)
calls you by your actual name
always less aggressive/loud around you
you > kirishima in terms of spending time
let's you give him affection
you know what his room looks like
helps you with your hero costume design
always makes sure to give you some motivational words before any exam or internship
teaches you how to drum (you sit on his lap/between his legs and you have the drumsticks in your hands and his hands are over yours and he like guides you)
goes to you for comfort/when he needs to cry
todoroki:
let's you hold his warm hand
warms you up on cold days
introduces you to his family
always brings extra food for you incase you haven't eaten
invites you to afternoon/evening tea almost daily
always smiles at you when there's eye contact
boops your nose whenever
kisses your wounds and says a rhyme his mother and fuyumi used to make whenever he hurt himself (âpain pain go away, come again another dayâ and kisses it and blows out air and imitates a butterfly flying which is the pain flying away)
always gives you random compliments
you have matching socks (not couple ones but like just matching sets of socks)
midoriya:
let's you wear his all might merch
you know he grew up quirkless
you're the first one to learn about new heroes even before he writes them down in his notebook
sings karaoke with you
leaves you a good morning and goodnight voice note everyday (nothing too long just a quick good morning/night ily have a nice day/night)
kisses your eyelids whenever you nap around him
orders stuff for you in person or on the phone if you're too scared to do it yourself
massages your shouldersÂ
he's got an attack that's named after your home city
warnings: graphic descriptions of a nightmare, blood, death, panic attacks ?, kitty nickname, pro hero shinsou (sfw)
summary: you just moved in with shinsou but somehow nightmares have been plaguing you. one night you have the worst one yet
a/n: ty for 200 followers!! <33
Shinsou didn't sleep much. There was too much on his brain for him to waste precious time on sleep, there was too much to do, too much to think about. He knew it wasn't the healthiest thing to do but it's not like he deprived himself of sleep, his body just didn't let him and there wasn't much he could do about it. As an active Pro Hero there were just some sacrifices to be made for the job and if sleep loss was one of them then so be it.
You, on the other hand, managed to maintain a quite healthy sleeping schedule next to him. At least you tried to get continuous six hours of sleep every night, even if that still wasn't nearly enough for an average human being. But what could you do, there was a lot to do and not enough time to do it.
For some reason, Shinsou worried about you not sleeping enough. You chuckled when he brought it up to you at breakfast when you moved in with him.
âI don't think you're one to speak, Hitoshi.â
âAre you saying me not sleeping is something to not be worried about?â
You rolled your eyes and drank your tea. âI get enough sleep, don't worry about it okay?â
The dark circles under your eyes rivaled his, earning a frown from your boyfriend. He didn't like seeing you tired. He never has. Even though you were always tired, according to you, he could tell when your sleep quality was declining.
âHave you been having nightmares again?â
His purple eyes met yours as he swirled the coffee in his mug. Rain hit against the window and you heard the trees rustling in the wind.
Waking up in cold sweat, panting and almost crying before rushing to the bathroom to shock your system with cold water. It was a picture and feeling you knew too well. Nightmares and terrors did indeed haunt you like a little girl haunted a house. You've tried everything to ease them; medication, meditation, yoga, asmr, everything and still you had one at least once a week.
With the move into Shinsouâs apartment (because he was almost always working and wanted to see you more and his place was closer to your workplace anyway), it didn't really get better either even though his arms afterwards were always comforting. It felt more like symptomatic help not like you were finding a cause to make it stop though.
You took a deep breath. Was there a point in lying when he'd find out soon enough that you laid in bed almost scared to fall asleep when he was on night patrol because he wouldn't be there to calm you down if you did have one? Well, was it lying since you in theory didnât currently have any nightmares?
âYou know that no answer is an answer as well, kitty...â His low and soft voice crept up your neck as he put his arms around you. In the moments you were contemplating how much lying made sense, he'd finished his coffee and made his way to you for a lazy hug from behind.
He smelt nice, his slightly damp hair against your cheek as he rested his head on your shoulder. The purple tuffs tickled you as he got comfortable in the crook of your neck. You put his arms over his, on your tummy and took another breath.
âSo you haven't been sleeping at all then?â
The only time you've been feeling comfortable and safe was when Hitoshi came home at 4 in the morning, slipped out his hero gear and got into bed with you. You, always pretending to be sleeping so he didn't worry, just waited for his whispered âgoodnight kitty, i love youâ as he put his arms around you for three or four more hours of sleep with you. Only then could you close your eyes and let yourself sink into your feared REM phase.
âYou worry too much for me, 'ToshiâŠâ With an exhausted sigh you leaned back, your head on his shoulder behind you. You traced circles on his forearm, feeling his goosebumps as you did.
âI'd be a crap hero if I cared for the general public but not for my love at home, wouldn't I?â He placed a kiss on your temple. âSo?â
âI've been sleeping fine.â
âY/n.â He stretched the last part of your name, his voice vibrating up your neck.
âYou're free for the weekend right?â
Shinsou sighed at your attempt of changing subjects, not having enough energy to insist on you telling the truth. He hummed in response.
He had a two day break from hero work or at least from patrolling and going in. There was a ton of paperwork sitting on his desk for him, as well as 50 unread emails he had to get to. But he didn't complain. At least you were there to keep him company while you did your thing.
The two of you finished up breakfast and started into your day of free time which was actually just work in disguise.
Before you knew it, the day had passed and both of you laid in bed together, attempting to sleep. Well, you did. It was already well past midnight, everything around you quiet except for Shinsou who hummed a tune next to you and tapped on his keyboard.
He had his laptop on his lap, answering some more emails and scheduling their sending for 7am while making sure you knew he was there. You could feel his warmth under the blanket but the auditory reassurance helped.
You were on your tummy, facing away from you while hugging your pillow since your actual boyfriend wasn't up for cuddles right now. With closed eyes, you rolled over to face him.
âHitoshi, go to sleepâ, you said in a drowsy voice, half asleep yourself. âYou can send the emails when you wake upâŠâ
Shinsou just gave you a quick chuckle before kissing your head. âI'll be done in a minute, kitty. I just need a few more and then Iâm all yours, I promise.â
His humming continued and he put his hand on your back, stroking it up and down until you were completely asleep. Your breaths got deeper and you moved around less, making your boyfriend smile.
It felt as if he had just gotten a toddler to sleep after watching a superhero movie, even if you had not been staying awake because you were restless but because you refused to go to bed if he wasn't in it. He had promised you that he would come to bed as soon as he could but both of you were stubborn. It was just a staring contest until Shinsou got up and carried his laptop to the bedroom with you pulling him at his hand.
Now, you laid next to him in peaceful manner, breathing, recharging.
"Toshi?â
You ran down the staircase, struggling with the heavy doors that separated each floor.
âHitoshi?â
It never seemed to end, doors after doors after doors after doors. It was just doors going on. Heavy metal doors, painted white with cheap paint. It still smelled like paint in some of the staircases.
Your hands started slipping off the handles, sweat covering them like a thick layer of honey. You could hear a faint voice behind this even heavier door, needing your whole strength to open it up.
The clear sweat on your hands started staining the handle red. You pulled them back and stared at the blood covering your palms before looking back up and seeing Shinsou bloodied up in front of you.
He was panting, his face swollen and bruised and his hands tied behind his back. On his knees, he fell towards you with his capture weapon now a bright red instead of the usual dirty white.
âOH MY GOD, HITOSHI?â
You pushed him back to find the source of the flood, opening his hero suit and trying to untie his hands before he spat out blood all over you.
âYou'll be fine okay? Everything is gonna be okay, you just need to stay awake and I'll find where you're bleeding from and it's gonna be fine, you can't leave me okay?â
A waterfall of words left you as you laid him on his back and examined his body. He just laughed and stared at the ceiling, his usually bright purple eyes now dull and almost grey.
You located his wound at his tummy right above the belly button, splurging out blood with his heavy breath. There was a faint whistle whenever he exhaled, you examined his chest and could feel a clearly broken rib.
Oh god, you weren't any type of medical care practitioner, what were you supposed to do?? Think, think, thinkâŠ
âKittyâŠâ Shinsou put his cold hand on your tear stained cheeks.
âShhh, don't talk okay??? I just need a second to figure things out, you'll be fine just- just stay awake okay??â
A hoarse chuckle left him. âSorry for staining your white shirt⊠I know you always complain about how it never properly washesâŠâ
He faded away, the cold of his hands on your cheeks leaving you last before you were met by a blinding light.
âHi-hitoshi??? HITOSHI???â
You looked around. There was a field of red roses around you, the bloodstains gone from the scene of a few seconds ago. It smelt metallic.
There was a sticky feeling beneath your shoes. Something told you to not look down. Not avert your eyes from the endless field of roses in front of you. But you were stubborn and never learned out of your mistakes.
You were met with a puddle of blood, Shinsouâs dead body at your feet along with your close friends and family. They surrounded you, eyes open and skin drained of any blood. The roses dripped with their blood, dancing in the wind.
You tried screaming but the only thing that left you was silence, a dreadful high pitched beep in the distance. The tears fell like you did to your knees to touch your loved ones for the last time.
A deep breath forced you awake, eyes fluttering open as you checked your surroundings. You gripped your bedsheets, hoping to find Shinsou next to you but the space was empty and cold.
The tears started falling as you got on your feet and tumbled towards the bathroom.
It was only a dream right? Not a flashback or a future forecast, right? Your quirk didn't have anything to do with looking into the future or past, so it couldn't be, it couldn't beâŠ
âHi-hi-hitoshi??â With a weak voice, you called out as you doused the nape of your neck with cold water, your head in the sink in a position that was more than just uncomfortable.
Your mind was too foggy to remember who it was that advised you to âshockâ your system with cold water but whoever it was saved your life more than once. The tears kept falling as you lost feeling in your neck from the overbearing cold water.
âPlease just stop, I can't take it anymoreâŠâ You sobbed into the sink as you turned off the water.
Heavy footsteps came your way. You sank onto the floor and hugged your knees, feeling the salty tears dripping onto them.
Shinsou lowered down next to you. With more than concern on his face he cupped your face and forced you to look at him. You could only sniffle as he spoke, his words only grazing you. You barely heard him, only saw his mouth move and his head nod.
âI.. canât... hear⊠youâŠâ You sniffled between every word, struggling to get air properly. Your body didn't allow you to take a proper breath, only shallow breaths leaving your chest.
It wasn't like your ears suddenly stopped working. You could hear the dripping of the water in the sink and cat pawing at the bathroom window to be let in. But somehow your brain had a hard time processing what Shinsou was saying, somehow translating it to gibberish.
Shinsou watched you, looking at his face and trying your best to stop crying. His thumb caressed your cheek as he tried figuring out what to do. It's been a while since you had a snap out this bad. Last time he used his quirk to make you realise that the dream wasn't real while also calmly easing your body into relaxation. Though he tried keeping his quirk usage on you to a minimum to avoid any type of complications.
Instead he took your hand in his and pressed it as tight as he could without actually hurting you. Sudden pain was one of the easiest ways to snap your body out of panic, physically and mentally. It reminded the body to snap out of it while telling the person that they were indeed real.
âIt's over kitty okay?â He kept his tone low and as calm as possible. Even if you couldn't hear him, his tranquility would help you relax as well or at least not stir you up more. âI'm here and you're here. It was only a dream, you're okay now.â
He pressed your hand to his heart. âYou feel that? That's my heartbeat, I'm here with you. It was just a dreamâŠâ
You focused on your boyfriend and his warm hand around yours. Your breaths got deeper and deeper, Shinsou breathing with you until the tears stopped.
âHey, see that wasn't so hard was it?â Shinsou smiled, a small sigh of relief leaving him.
Almost immediately, you flung your arms around him and just took him in. He was real. Not dead or a hallucination. He was here and had his arms around you while rubbing your back.
Shinsou had only left the bed for 5 minutes to finish up his emails and put away his laptop. You had been asleep for a while, he was sure that you wouldn't notice his absence so he just got up and finished up his work. Next thing he knew, there was water running in the bathroom and some stuff falling from the shelves.
âYou were dying⊠deadâŠâ You mumbled into his shoulder, eyes still wet. âI couldn't help you and-â
Tears soaked his shirt as you recalled the nightmare. Your tummy turned inside out when you thought back at the grotesque imagery.
âIt's okay now. I'm not dead, right?â
âN-noâŠâ
âCan we go back to bed or do you wanna stay awake a little longer?â
It was around 2am now. Even if neither of you had to call in for work in the morning, Hitoshi still wanted to get you to sleep as fast as possible so you could recover from that horrible nightmare.
âAre you gonna be in bed too?â
âI'm all yoursâŠâ
You nodded and got on your feet before wiping away the tears. Shinsou followed and patted your back as you washed your face. He liked keeping his hand around you just to put your mind at ease. Around your waist, in your shoulder, in yours⊠Anywhere just so you knew he was there.
Both of you laid together, you on his chest with his hands on your back. You heard his heartbeat and felt his chest rise and fall. Your arms were wrapped around him and gripped onto him tight.
âSleep now okay? I'm not going anywhereâŠâ
The drowsiness kicked back in and you closed your eyes, struggling to keep them that way whenever graphic scenes came up again.
âI'm scaredâŠâ
âThat's okay⊠Nightmares are scary but they can't do you any harm⊠And even if they can, I'm here to protect you okay?â Almost like a whisper, he breathed the words into your ear and kissed your forehead. âI'll be here for you all night long until you wake up againâŠâ
You took a quick breath and closed your eyes again. âCan you hum?â
âOf courseâŠâ
Maybe it was quirk related, maybe it was just you but Shinsouâs humming always had a relaxing effect on you. He had quite the singing voice actually, though he rarely ever used it outside of home. But any type of music that left him worked like a natural relaxer on you. Combined with his back rubs and temple kisses, your eyes stayed shut and you drifted back into sleep. This time without staircases, roses or blood.
i love your writing smmm !! đ„ș can i request mha sick hcs where they take care of the reader when they donât feel well đ„ș you choose who !! <3333
anon request:Â i love your writing smmm !! đ„ș can i request mha sick hcs where they take care of the reader when they donât feel well đ„ș you choose who !! <3333
a/n: sorry it took so long <//3
pairings: Kaminari, Kirishima, Tokoyami and Monoma x sick,g/n!reader
warnings: none rlly, mention of throwing up in monoma, slight manga spoilers
can be seen platonically and romantically <3
kaminari:
Tbh i think heâd be quite Useless
Just rlly panicky n stuff bc what the fuck does one do with a sick person???
*walks into your dorm* âhey y-n wanna- WHAT THE FUCK YOU LOOK TERRIBLEâ
*you in a blanket and not having enough energy to be offended* âi think iâm dyingâ ây/n WHATâ
Heâd try his best regardless tho
He goes to sato and helps with doing something soothing and welcoming
On his way back to your dorm he passes aizawa and tells him youâre sick in THE worst way
âOh yeah Aizawa-sensei, y/n is dying-â âTHEYâRE WHATâ
Kami would definitely storm into the room with him and be just as worried
What if it was something really serious??? Like the plague?????
They find you just laying in bed, sniffling and groaning
Turns out it wasnât the plague and just a bad flu
Flu with its whole jazz, you had a fever of 38C and you could barely move
Aizawa got you excused from classes for about a week and left again
Kami just stood there with his soup and went âoh thank god you're not dyingâ
like i said i think he'd be useless but try his best
he checks up on you every half hour either in person or via text during classes
he brings you stuff like blankets and foods even though you can't taste any of them or have any type of appetite
but! thanks to the fridge in your room you just had snacks for about⊠forever
he gave you extra attention too
sometimes he'd just sit on the ground and talk about his day and theories while you just laid under your blanket
you appreciated it though
except for aizawa, sato and tsuyu nobody came over and even they just came in every few hours
kami stayed for hours on end and even tried to convince aizawa to let him sleep over so he could âwatch over youâ incase you âstopped breathingâ
it's not like you slept much when he was around anyway, nights were not ideal for a good rest on a sick day
it was endearing seeing him lay on a futon on the floor and poking you when he had to get up for class
he leaves notes and stuff to make sure you didn't get worried
did he do anything to make you feel better physically? not rlly
did he lift your spirits and make you feel less lonely? most definitely
kirishima:
hear me out
this boy is an angel when it comes to caring for people
when he got into the whole essentially self care stuff he also knows what's best for others
he was probably one of the first to notice you being ~off your game~
whether in class or just yknow vibing, he'd tap your shoulder and softly âyou okay man?â
he calls everyone dude and man and bro no matter gender or anything he's just that into the manliness stuff
and yes he puts you in essentially self isolation more for yourself than for others
âyour body needs to rest y/n! can't properly get better if everyone keeps bothering you!â
he calls you every night tho and he has aizawa bring you stuff when he checks up on you (he's allowed because he's the teacher ofc also as long you're a UA student like one of your legal guardians which is like a dad and dads can see their kids sick right?)
stuff ranges from just bowls of soup to compresses to the handmade ointment against a sore throat to like socks he knitted or something his parents sent in bc he told them you were sick
yes this boy tells his parents you're sick
i mean someone probably told yours but like twice the parents means twice the comfort!
alternatively if your parents are *cough* he'd tell his parents and put you on the phone with them because everyone needs some parental love from time to time (don't act tough about it, he's gonna make you cry and tell you how manly you are for doing so)
when you're back on your feet he probably still treats you like you're about to fall over for like two or three days more
he praises you for how well you did during your essential quarantine and when you say you didn't do anything he says some cheesy stuff about manliness
âbro i'm so proud of you for getting through it!â âi didn't do anything kiri-â âdon't say that! it takes so much energy and manliness to keep in self isolation and get better, you did amazingâ
tokoyami:
i love birds
also look at baby toko he's so cute
do birds get sick?
anyways
tokoyami is like.. helpful but tries to be undercover about it
he's not gonna ignore you or anything
he's the type to like silently nudge teachers into your area so they could see you were clearly sick and send you back to the dorms to rest
but he'd never actually ask you or tell anyone
it would ruin his whole ~vibe~
dark shadow tells him to tell someone and he rlly does especially if he sees you struggling through it in class but he's also just not great at talking with people so a nudge or âsecret noteâ will have to do
it does work, you're in your dorm right before combat training because mic had sent you up and excused you
mic is sweet he said he'd send aizawa up when he finds him but that you should rest
he also tells you that you have some really attentive friends
you're at this point just letting the sickness take over you so you have no idea what he just said (you heard him but the words just didn't register in your brain)
you get into bed and the first thing you do is sleep through afternoon classes
tokoyami is only at 50% today and so is dark shadow
tokoyami swears he isn't worried, the teachers are capable of taking care of you in an appropriate manner so that you will recover in no time
dark shadow on the other hand is all gittery and doesn't wanna focus on anything but you
off topic but i just think dark shadow is tokoyamis way of showing emotions or well like⊠like his internal thoughts? not like his internal dialogue but ya know his feelings
so he can act all goth and dramatic but dark shadow is a good way of still giving some of his feelings an output
back to you
so training is over and so is your nap
but you wake up to pillows, stuffed animals, blankets and more pillows surrounding you
half of them weren't yours either
they laid around you like some kind of pillow fortress jusy surrounding you and making sure you didn't hit your head on the wall or fall from the bed
it kinda felt like a nest- oh
you tried getting up, your head almost immediately flinging uoh back into bed but you needed to see if a certain someone would come back in to build the nest
âdark shadow, be quiet we don't want them to w- oh you're upâ
tokoyami came in with more stuffies and an extra blanket like it was a siberian winter and your rooms only source of warmth was an almost dying candle
âare those yours?â you asked half asleep, your head absolutely booming
you could barely keep your eyes open, that's how exhausted you were but you made an effort to smile at the bird and his shadow
âuh no, yaomomo-san insisted on making some blankets for you and hagakure-san, ashido-san and uraraka-san gave me all their stuffed animals when they heard i was paying you a visit-â âbut the blue star blanket and teardrop pillow are from fumi!! he brought them from home because he can't sleep without them!!â âDARK SHADOW!â
you only chuckled before breaking out in a cough again
aizawa came in some time after and had a hard time finding you under all the blankets and stuffies and even offered to tell the class to stop bothering you
but you just laid there all cozy and told him to let them be
âit's how he shows affection, it's niceâ
monoma:
oh so the 1A student got sick??? huh??? I thought 1A was invincible hUUUUUUH??? *manic laughter*
coughs
anyways
so basically the two hero courses are more âin tuneâ after the joint training
they often have dinners together and it isn't rare to see kendo come over with monoma and tetsu^4
she came over to hang with the girls and tetsu had training sessions with kiri
nobody rlly knew why monoma tagged along though
all he did was spout about how average everything is for the âsuperior hero courseâ
he did secretly like the classes growing together more though
he'd sit on the couch with you and occasionally laugh about something else other than his team beating yours during joint training
one day he came in and didn't see you at your usual spot
âehhhh??? where's the only tolerable person in this course??â
used to his lowkey insults deku pointed you out at the dinner table, head resting on your hand and looking over some homework
ây/n what are you- oh my god you look horribleâ
âthanks monoma, you're as nice as everâ
your face was drained of any colour, eyes heavy lidded and you could barely control the pen that scribbled over the paper
he tried grabbing your wrist but pulled back immediately
you were way too hot and the fact that he noticed by grabbing your wrist meant that it was more than just a high fever
âis 1A that incompetent that they couldnt even notice their classmate falling sick??? can you guys do anything but trouble???â
âshut up monoma, we tried getting them to bed but they insisted on finishing up first and there's nothing in the world that can get y/n away from what they've put their head toâ, kaminari yelled from the living room space
how were you gonna get anything finished if your head was falling off your shoulders if you didn't hold it up
class 1A really was incompetent
âsato-san, give me a handâ
sato, who was currently cooking up dinner, just held out his hand and some type of chocolate bar which monoma grabbed and ate up
âthis is incredibly sweet, i don't know how you do itâ
it's become like half a routine for monoma to copy quirks for whatever reason
kiri and tetsu used it to determine which quirk was handier
urarakaâs quirk made cleaning up after a game night easier
it was training for all of them
monoma could train his copy and the others could measure how much they've grown from his reaction to it
anyways
satoâs quirk kicked in and he lifted you up over his shoulder
âmonoma!â you could barely lift your voice, faintly kicking
before you knew it he placed you on your bed in your dorm and sighed
âyou're lighter than i thoughtâ
âi think i'm gonna throw upâ
so you hurled into your garbage can
monoma held back whatever there was to hold back
(he was very much disgusted but even he knew that this wasn't the time to let any type of negative emotion show)
âjolly gees y/n, what did you have for breakfast?!â
you laid in bed as he passed you a water bottle
âyou need to drink something, you lost a lot of waterâ
âawe caring for me, monoma?â
âthis is for general health, y/n. i would never as much as care for anyone, especially not a brat from 1A. who even knew that any of you could fall sick huh?! weren't you supposed to be superior to the rest of us??!â
he said all of that while putting a blanket on you and opening the window for fresh air
âgod you 1A fools really are incompetent!â
he went into your bathroom and soaked a small towel in water
âi'm only doing this so you don't infect anyone. god you could cause an epidemic at UA and in the end 1b would fall victim to you as well! this is all just for the general well-being!â
you didn't even hear what he was saying anymore
with a half empty bottle next to your head, you slept peacefully
monoma let out a deep breath when he saw you
âi'd never care for anyone in 1A, i'm better than thatâŠâ
it doesnât have to be 18+ but i keep thinking of like,,, singer/performer y/n x keigo ??? like he goes to a performance and gets flustered or soth over the lyrics or the choreo,,,, thank you <3333
Eyes don't lie
pairing: Hawks x gn! performer reader
warnings: none rlly ? choking mention maybe
summary: hawks is assigned as security guard at an upcoming artists show
a/n: sorry it took so long :P also i hope this is okay for u even if i drifted from the request a bit <3
In a world full of quirks, heroes act as celebrities and law enforcement. There wasn't one country or place you could go where people didn't adore heroes, even in the tiniest villages you could find one or the other All Might or Endeavour fan lurking around the streets.
You yourself weren't a fan of heroism. You could appreciate the ones that dedicated their life to it, whether it be as a part of hero society or a mere fan but the streets just weren't your terrain to play on.
Yet you loved the spotlight, being admired and making people smile. Being on the big stage and having a stadium chant your songs with you while your dancers and band hyped everyone up. That was what you'd craved all your life.
It was the first time in a while since you performed in Japan. You tried to visit home as often as possible and give it the best performances even if your management wanted to focus on your breakthrough in the west. It wasn't like you didn't have a big enough fan base in the west to not sell tickets but somehow your management wanted to make you a real deal, even though you did this for fun not fame.
âKYUSHUUUUU! HOW ARE WE TONIGHT?!â
After your band played the opening of your intro song, you stepped on stage with confetti flying through the arena. The crowd cheered at your appearance while also humming along to the melody. You adjusted your outfit, pulling on the places that had moved from their original position while getting ready to start the night.
It wasn't unusual for heroes to be recruited as security forces in public events. Especially with the League of Villains on the rise and using public spaces to intimidate people, the commission was extra careful on the streets.
Hawks, currently number 3 hero on the Japanese Hero Billboards, sat in the security booth with his feet kicked up and a soda can in his hand. The venue was his patrol territory, it was close to his agency and had the best layout for him to keep an eye on everyone.
Though he didn't do this on his own accord. Concerts were worse to watch over for him, the music and constant movement made it hard for him to actually listen to potential threats. His feathers sensed everything, even giving him a light headache from having to process everything but still stay alert enough to react as fast as possible.
âI know I haven't been⊠too present in Japan the last few monthsâŠâ You walked around the stage, waving and winking at the front rows as your stage crew changed the setups. The spotlight only showed you, everything else in darkness except for some flashlights in the crowd and light sticks that weren't yours, blinking in a colourful pattern. You weren't sure if it was trying one's best to support or mockery but either way you appreciated the effort.
The crowd booed in response to your comment on your almost year abroad, all in a lighthearted manner of course but your tummy couldn't help but turn. Especially at this next number which was again, not entirely your idea but part of the plan of breaking through in the west. At least they gave you the opportunity to choose the song.
Hawks watched you intently, cocking an eyebrow at your trembles and tight grasp around the mic. There was a bunch of his feathers placed around the stage area to keep you as safe as he could and the one that you had around your neck was the loudest of them all.
Of course nobody in the audience noticed your nervousness, it took a trained eye to look through the cover of a pop star but your elevated heart wasn't from your performance and the shaking in your hands most definitely not from you being tired. He looked into the crowd.
Was there anyone suspicious he had missed? No that couldn't be. Him and 3 of his sidekicks were watching over this place, there couldn't be any type of danger around. Maybe it was something personal? An ex maybe? Would that pose a threat to you or the crowd?
Hawksâ thoughts were cut off by a synth or some type of organ playing two chords and the lights getting brighter on stage. This hadn't been part of the rehearsal in the morning, was this the reason you trembled so much? A new song?
The crowd went quiet as you positioned yourself in the middle of the stage, mic clipped into the stand and your foot tapping to keep you on beat. When touring through England especially, you had heard this song up and down on the bus you used whenever you travelled in the country.
The simplicity of the progression that pulled through the song, the adding of instruments as a way to build up for the high of the song to then slowly dropping instruments until it came back down to the organ and guitar as it was in the beginningâŠ. Something about it had just struck you and you were more than glad to perform this in your own rendition in your home. Yet you couldn't keep focus on what was happening.
Come on, breathe, y/n you've practiced and it will be okay⊠Your inner monologue went wild as the synth waited for you to finally start the song. The crowd became restless at the tension you'd built up with seemingly no resolve, you felt more judgment on you than normal.
Your eyes searched for something to ground yourself with, like you used to when you were a rookie. Anything or anyone to look at while you performed to keep your nerves from getting the best of you.
Then your eyes met those of the pro hero assigned to security this time. Hawksâ yellow eyes sparkled as he winked at you with a smirk. His arms rested on the railing of the security lounge, laying over each other and hiding most of his face. The red wings poked through from behind him and you could see that he took off his signature feathered jacket. You took a deep breath before intently looking him in the eyes.
âI'm going back to 505⊠If it's a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute driveâŠâ Your hands grabbed the mic and the stand as you swayed to the beat, lulling the crowd to do the same and take out their lights. There were quiet screeches from a few people who seemed to know the song. But you didn't let them disturb your new found focus or let them stop your new found anchor look.
âIn my imagination, you're waiting lying on your side⊠With your hands between your thighsâŠâ The guitar kicked in. Your hands left the mic and you stretched them into the air to get rid of their stiffness. The confidence of the first song came back to your core, no trace of nerves found in any of your movements.
The pro hero lazily stared at you after your first eye contact, relaxing as the feather around your neck got quieter. He raised his eyebrows at that last line, even if he knew that it probably wasn't at all intended for him. Your not breaking eye contact suggested something else but he wouldn't fall for the invitations of a worldwide known pop star. He was more than just smarter than that.
âStop and wait a secâŠâ You stretched out your hands towards the security manager and tilted your head as you sang the next words. You had loosened up quite a bit as the instruments joined for the first verse. âWhen you look at me like that my darling, what did you expect?â
The hand slowly came back towards you and softly grabbed your neck before smoothly rolling into a cheek hold. âI'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck⊠Or I did last time I checkedâŠâ
Pro hero Hawks had been trained to be a hero longer than he could remember. His training included quirk enhancement, multiple language studies and espionage training which had also taught him to stay cool in every situation.
Yet his cheeks flushed red and he rose from his slouched posture as your pointed at him and almost seductively grabbed your neck, all while not breaking your eye contact with him. He cleared his throat multiple times and averted his eyes whenever it became too much for him. Hawks couldn't be charmed by such simple actions. That's what he told himself anyways.
Having regained your confidence after fearing that your audience would be disappointed, you closed your eyes and went through the rest of the song in the lower register of your voice. It was nice to perform something like this between your usual set. It almost cleansed a palette like coffee beans after entering a perfume shop.
But then the bridge hit. The kick drum and snares were hit in unison before a quick second of silence fell, your hands flinging towards the mic and you opening your eyes on beat. âBUT I CRUMBLE COMPLETELY WHEN YOU CRY. IT SEEMS LIKE ONE AGAIN YOUâVE HAD TO GREET ME WITH GOODBYEâ
You opened your lungs and let out the higher notes, almost screaming them out as your eyes looked at Hawks again. The instruments filled the room completely, screaming in their own way but also complementing each other.
Like a wave, Hawks was hit with your passionate voice singing him those words as if they had been only written for him. His embarrassment to be addressed in such a manner switched to curiosity and excitement. He tipped one of his sidekicks on the shoulder.
âMake sure we act as security on their next performance in Japan too.â
âBut Hawks, we aren't a security agency-â
âOh yeah? Well for them we are, I want to be part of the security team for every japanese performance to come.â
In a stern but gentle voice, Hawks commanded him to find your manager to arrange future collaborations. His flushed cheeks reappeared when you finished the song and just stood there, eyes closed and sweat glistening on your face as you breathed out the last emotions of the song. Something about you looked, ethereal. Was that the right word for it? He didn't know, but it felt right in any way .
pairings: aizawa x reader, kaminari x reader, toga x reader
warnings: period mention in aizawa, binding mention in aizawa, medication mention in aizawa and kami, food mention, blood and knives mention in toga, fluff
word count: 413
summary: small gestures that they do to show affection/that they care about you
a/n: i'm sorry for not posting more!! requests are in my drafts and i'll finish them asap but school and especially exams have rolled back in and i just need time for that :(( i'll try being more active thought <33
aizawa
puts his hand on the edge of a table when you pick something up so you don't hit your head
asks if you've eaten and always has something with him incase you haven't
keeps track of your cycle and stocks up on sanitary products when needed
reminds you to take off your binder every few hours
sends you pics of his cat whenever
small words of praise (semi unconscious, it comes with working with kids and teens)
keeps your favourite snack in his utility belt
kisses and blows on your wounds
likes having a hand on you whenever you're in public (on your waist, shoulders, just holding your pinky just anything)
plays with your hair subconsciously and compliments it as he does it
kaminari
walks around the dorms singing and replaces pronouns and names with yours
has a special ringtone just for you that's probably some cheesy song
calls you over or on the phone to make sure you take your meds/takes his with you so you're both assured you did it
small hugs every time he sees you
shows you everything he thinks is neat from objects to animals especially if he thinks it's pretty
always texts you his random thoughts no matter the time
comes into your room at random to put stuff in your desk he thinks you'd like
puts you in his clothes and especially hats
shows you the little dances mina teaches him
calls or texts whenever there's a storm to make sure you're okay even if you aren't scared of them. he just likes knowing you're fine
toga
puts her knives and blood supplies away whenever she comes close to you
shows you tricks that compress taught her
smacks dabi whenever he makes a rude comment about anything regarding you, even if it was a joke
gives you flowers when she comes back from missions but not like a fancy bouquet but just a few handpicked ones
stops referring to her admiration of stain as a crush even if you don't mind her calling it that
transforms into you and does things you're too anxious to do like picking up things or organizing things with LOV (even though everyone knows it's her)
holds your hand and strokes the back of it whenever she's close
keeps a picture if you in her gear when you aren't together
texts you goodnight and morning everyday no exceptions
always has sanrio bandages incase you hurt yourself in any way
I love the way you write Aizawa so far! I always hated that people treat him like a grimey dude. I headcanon him as pretty tidy (clean space = clear head) and hygienic (the bare minimum of self care, he deserves it). I also hate the capture weapon in sex thing, like I feel like he'd have special sexy velvet ropes if he were into it.
ty!!! yeah i agree, i think he's probably the tidiest or at least the most organized out of the teachers and generally his friend group just bc he does have a ton of work and messy/disorganized stuff would be just plain hell. also idk why everyone thinks he's unhygienic like i do think he has his regular self care and stuff and that he just doesn't like shaving bc ?? why should he honestly it's not like anyone cares. also i think he just would have respect for whoever he's sleeping with and not,,,, use his capture weapon and has seen and done unspeakable things on them in any way. i'm glad u enjoy my interpretation of things <33
summary: you and shigaraki get put in a critical situation and decide to make a pact and promise reality
minor manga spoilers
the sirens surrounded you, blue and red light flashes giving you a headache as if half a concussion and probably a few broken bones weren't enough. Tomura stood next to you, hands in the air just as you were told. Dabi, Toga and Twice were nowhere in sight, the heroes must've taken them somewhere else. It was just you two, back against a wall and surrounded by a hoard of police cars and heroes with their sidekicks.
âbefore we leaveâ, you mumbled as you strapped on your knives onto your belt, âdon't forget our pact.â
Tomura paused and took off the hand on his face to look at you. âYou think it's gonna happen this time?â
He cocked an eyebrow and smirked, physically restraining from scratching his neck.
You shook your head and put on your vest, before taking his face into your hand. âOf course not. What type of villains would we be if we just assumed we lose?â
He melted into your touch, eyes closing and a soft sigh escaping him. Your thumb caressed his cheek as you got closer for a kiss. âBut I also know that we have to be prepared for everything.â
The pact you two made went way back to when you first met. Giran introduced you when both of you had barely turned 18, saying that you would make a great matchup for partners. Of course back then he meant it in a business way, he couldn't have known how good a matchup you two made.
But with AFO getting closer and closer to giving Shigaraki his debut as a villain, you two decided to make a pact: âIf one of us get caught by heroes or police, the other makes sure to kill them before they get taken into custody.â
Yeah, both of you were young and AFO, as well as Kurogiri told you that they would always be there to get you out of tricky situations like these so you wouldn't have to worry. But with both of them out of sight, it seemed as if the scenario had kicked in.
âI- y/n, we can escape, don't say that!â You could barely hear his voice, the sirens and the news helicopter over you. But you could very clearly see his glassy eyes, bruises gracing his red cheeks and another cut on his lip. You've only seen that look once from him and in that moment you swore you wouldn't ever make him give you that again.
Tears filled your eyes, your throat closed up.
âKeep your hands where we can see them! Resistance is futile! We have you surroundedâ The speaker on top of one of the cop cars blasted their words into your ears, yet it sounded muted, all your attention focused on Tomura.
âKurogiri is gone, AFO is already in custody. We don't know where half the League is!! If we wait any longer, it'll be too late!!â You chuckled between the tears flowing down your face and shrugged in defeat. âThis is it, Tomura.â
He knew it was. He had known this was it even before you brought it up. And he had promised himself to never let feelings fog up his view on reality, yet here he was, holding onto some type of hope that rescue would fall out of the sky. That his last sight of you wouldn't be bloodied and bruised up with messy hair and fear written all over your face.
This was never his plan. You were never part of the plan. Falling for you was never part of the plan. Fuck and in this moment he wished he never agreed to this stupid pact. Who cared if the police got you? You'd still be alive and together, right?
âTomura.â
Wind blew into your faces, a police team getting ready to apprehend you without any mistakes. You could hear the radio and helicopter over you, it smelled like blood and wet fabric.
But you only saw him. And god, was he beautiful. He never liked you complimenting him. Especially on his looks. It was one of the things you could never speak on, even if it was a simple compliment. But you thought he was one of the most beautiful people you've laid eyes on.
From his fading blue hair to his red eyes, he was almost ethereal and made you sigh in admiration every time. He liked neither of it, the fading hair was proof of his past and he always said his red eyes only ever gave him trouble. You loved every aspekt of him, physical or not, and you regretted not voicing it more.
It felt like an eternity until the police squad was assembled and ready to take care of your arrest. Tomura felt time closing in on him, the grip on everyone's weapon as well as the tense heroes that were ready to beat him unconscious so the police could do their job.
âY/n, I'm so sorry I dragged you into this.â
âTomura, no-â
âYou deserved a long and happy life with someone who wasn't always on the run or recklessly fell into life or death situations. And I'm sorry it has to end like this!â
You felt your cracked ribs aching as you sobbed.
âI would rather have lived a short life with you than a long life with someone else! There isn't a better way this could end, other than with you!â
Tomura smiled faintly, his heart aching as he got ready for what was about to come.
You nodded as he chewed on his lip.
Like a signal went off, you both ran into each other, you pulling out a hidden knives from your sleeves and Tomura spreading your arms for you to run into.
The knives hit his chest and side of his neck. As you pulled out, blood splurted from both points. You sobbed as you mumbled apologies. âI'm so so sorry, this couldn't be less painful-â
His hands wrapped around you, all ten of his fingers on your lower back. You felt the decay starting at your kidneys and working it's way up.
âTenko.â
Shigaraki gave you a bloody smile as he held you as tight as he could before either you disintegrated or he lost consciousness. He had told you his real name once during a late night talk, he never thought you would remember it. He hated that name and everything it stood for, but hearing it from you gave him a sense of serenity.
âMay we meet again in another life y/n.â
You chuckled as the decay worked itself up your chest. Your final moments and you were surrounded by police and heroes with what was probably the love of your life holding you as you both died. It had something comforting, like the ending of a cheesy movie. You were too busy enjoying the first and last hug Tenko had initiated to notice the police officers rushing towards you with medical teams. They wouldn't make it in time, you both had hit yourselves in a way that medical assistance was impossible.
âI love you tooâŠâ
The decay finally reached your head, the dust being whirrled up by the helicopter wings and Tenko falling into a puddle of his own blood and going unconscious. He took his last breath with you on his mind, hoping that the next life would be more kind to both of you.
summary: after a stressful week, reader drives to aizawaâs apartment at 2am for comfort
Footsteps echoed in the never ending staircase, mocking you for your late night visit. Quick, shaky breaths left you as you reached the top floor. You had always hated the position of his apartment, in the middle of the city and on the top floor. It made going in and out easier for hero work since he could use the roof to enter and leave without making too much of a fuss. After climbing the mountain of stairs that was understandable but in this very moment, you hated that he lived here with every fiber of your being.
It was a quiet saturday morning. For once the streets were empty, even the high end villains would be sleeping by now. Everyone was asleep but you. You had made your way to your boyfriend's apartment at 3am and hoped for the love of everything that's holy that he was awake.
Of course as a teacher and pro, he was bound to be awake to grade or just coming back from patrol. It was the weekend of course and you'd normally hope
he was getting some rest but now you needed him awake. Just awake enough to give you a hug.
You knocked on the door, the sounds echoing in the halls. One, two, three.
You chewed on your lip and pulled on your fingers while you waited for an answer. Maybe it was too quiet? Maybe he was sleeping?
With a knot in your throat, you stood in front of the wood door, sniffing quietly. The week had been rough, today being the worst it's been in a while. You hadn't seen Shouta in a week. UA gave him more work than he usually had, especially since he was a homeroom teacher again. Of course you guys had kept in touch through texts and calls but right now you needed the real thing. You didn't want to be the clingy s/o, even if you've wanted to come by every day this week.
On Monday, when customers had yelled at you all day long you just wanted to sink into his arms.
On Tuesday, when weird guys chatted you up on the street and didn't leave until you dared to call someone.
On Wednesday, when you met old friends and they pointed out how much happier you seemed back in the day and how much you've lost your smile.
On Thursday, when you overthought yourself into an extensive panic attack in your bedroom.
Friday had been the worst. You almost immediately started bawling once you got home from an extra shift at work, barely being able to hold yourself for a couple of hours until the tears stopped. The next thing you could remember was being on your way to his place.
Your phone lit up the dark corridor, blue light shining onto your face. 'hey, it's me at your doorâ
Footsteps approached, dragging themselves over the wood floor. After a few seconds of unlocking the rather old door, Shouta opened and gave you an unamused look.
âItâs 2am, y/n.â
He had a towel throw over his shoulders, his damp hair falling on it. The usual hero jumpsuit was nowhere to be seen, his pink sweatpants instantly catching your eye. Paired with a washed out and too big shirt, he looked about bed ready even if you knew he wouldnât be sleeping for another hour or two. Warm air came from behind him, you smelling the shampoo Mic had recommended him a few weeks ago.
âI know⊠Iâm sorryâŠâ You breathed out while walking into his apartment. Your eyes glued to the floor, a shaky breath escaped you as you took off your shoes.
The proâs eyes softened. His confusion turned into concern, reminding himself that your late night visits usually had a reason.Â
You stood back up and took another deep breath. Guilt washed over you when you remembered that you showed up at Shoutaâs door at 2am, when he was probably exhausted and just wanted to go to bed. Your cheeks burned as he walked past you into the living room, one of the only light sources except from the bathroom behind you.Â
Shouta had just gotten done with the last grades, the pile of graded papers neatly next to his mug of tea and all of his work stuff. He wanted to finish school stuff up, even if patrol had worn him out, so that he could completely relax on the upcoming weekend.
âSorry for not calling more, Iâve been really busy with schoolâŠâ He walked past you and put away the stacks of paperwork, so that the cat didnât have her fun with them if she came home overnight. âKids can be such a pain, I donât know why I agreed to be a homeroom teacher.â
A few cars passed by, slow jazz coming from another apartment. It was a faint sound but just enough to push you to the edge. Lights flickered when you took another step into the apartment, as if you had just disrupted its peace.Â
He huffed as he turned off the lights and got back to you. You who was still awkwardly standing in the corridor as if this was your first time at his place. You pulled on your fingers and just watched him put his stuff away.Â
âEverything okay?â He stood in front of you now, a hand on your cheek and soft eyes looking into yours. Even if he wasnât the most expressive with his own emotions, he had mastered yours. Something was wrong, even if you probably didnât want to think about it. You probably still would either today or tomorrow but he didnât want to inquire more.
With a gentle tug, he pulled you into his arms and pressed you close to him. His warmth surrounded you while he patted your head. Tears streamed down your face, silent sobs escaping you. You started shaking as the sobs got more violent, Shouta just holding you and stroking your back.Â
âOh, y/nâŠâ
The tears soaked into his black t-shirt, your arms wrapped around him as you heaped. Keeping your low as low as possible, it was still 2am after all, you felt his steady breath against you. It made you feel safe, as if nothing could happen to you anymore.
Shouta didnât know why you showed up to cry. But after working with a lot of different people, including teenagers and kids, he knew that this wasnât the appropriate time to ask. What you needed was a no judgement zone and comfort.
With the last tears flowing, you started regulating your breath again. Your boyfriend noticed your deepening breaths, holding you even closer.
âThatâs right, just deep breathsâŠâ With a low whisper, he gave you kisses on your forehead as you did just that.
You sniffed and took a shaky breath as you buried your face in his shoulder. With a tightened grip on him, you just took him in and waited for the uneasy feeling to leave your system. You still trembled, trying to hold back the tears that dared to spill again. It was enough crying for today. In fact, you had cried enough for a lifetime this past week. Shouta was probably exhausted too, he didnât need more to worry about.
Of course, he noticed your struggle. If one of you pulled another closer, you would practically merge so he felt the way you trembled and how your breath still wasnât regulated. In moments like these, he wished he could do more. Somehow make you realise that everything would be okay and you could let it out here without being a burden to him. But he could only hold you like this while reassuring you in every way he could.
âDo you want to go to bed? A tea before?âÂ
You shook your head and let go of him. Your head banged and your eyes burned. With the collar of your shirt you wiped away the trail of tears on your cheeks, the fabric irritating your eyes even more.
âLetâs go to bed thenâŠâ He tugged you into his bedroom and opened his drawer to give you something warmer to sleep in.Â
The room was neater than you expected. How did he find the time to keep everything so tidy if he was barely home? His laundry was folded and stacked on his bed, the school stuff on his desk with his laptop. The only other mess here was his bed with half torn off sheets and different pillows and blankets all over. You smiled at his little chaos before plopping onto it.
âCâmon, wear that.â He tossed one of his sweaters at you, which you somehow caught before it landed in your face. âItâs gonna be getting colder.â
Without questioning him, you just changed into it. The fabric felt soft on your skin, you could tell it was fresh out of the machine. It smelt like fabric softener, the one that only he had because he ran his errands in those 24/7 shops after patrols and those were somehow the only ones that carried this brand. You couldnât pinpoint what exactly it smelled like so it was just Shouta. One of those things you would always connect with him like cats and pink sweatpants.
You looked over at his desk, an extra picture frame of what you guessed was his new class on it. It was too far away for you to see the individual faces but they seemed like an interesting group already.
Shouta sighed and let himself fall next to you. âWanna talk about what happened?â
With a deep breath you shook your head and rolled over to face him. Your head still ached, you couldnât speak if you wanted to. Your throat hurt, the knot completely tying off your words.
He took you into his arms and pulled the blanket over your shoulders. âWant me to talk?â
You nodded into his chest and took another deep breath. This was what you had needed over the week. His presence, his touch, his voice. They were natural tranquilizers for you, reassurances that everything would be okay.Â
âNezu gave me class 1-A, can you believe that?â His hands were on the nape of your neck, his thumb caressing behind your ear. âI had them do a fitness test on the first day⊠I watched them during the entrance exam and I just wasnât fully convinced⊠Remember the kid I told you about that just got in through rescue points? And the one that only got in with villain points? Yeah, theyâre both in my class and itâs more than obvious that they donât get along well⊠Theyâve all got interesting quirks, itâs a pretty colourful group and Iâm... interested how theyâre gonna train them...â
Both of you started getting sleepier with every word he said. He ended up slurring his words as he yawned before silence fell. There was still the jazz playing from somewhere outside, cars passing by occasionally. You hicked a few breaths but Shouta made sure to hold you closer and whisper reassuring words when you did.
âCan I stay here for the weekend?â You croaked right before falling asleep.
Uh, sorry if it should be obvious, but what do you mean when you use 'gn!reader'?
oh it means it's a gender neutral reader! i try making it as neutral as possible if not requested otherwise so as many as possible can identify with the reader :)
pairings: present mic x gn!reader, aizawa x gn!reader, midnight x gn!reader, all might x gn!reader
warnings: none, eventual vigilantes cw
these can be seen as platonic or romantic!!
Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic)
âawe yeah c'mere!"
gooooood hugger
10/10 overall
i just know he'd give amazing hugs
he's like 6â1 (without hair) too
he's taller than aizawa and that's what keeps me going
puts his arms around your shoulder and squeezes
not too little
but not too much for you to feel suffocated
he'd probably smell rlly good too
and he'd rub your back softly
depending on why you're asking for a hug (just need affection, sad, warmth etc) he'd murmur stuff under his breath
if it's like a relief hug after a long day it's just him praising you for how well you've been doing
if you're sad he's gonna be more gentle and tell you everything is okay and how you're safe
i know y'all are thinking âmic?? gentle?? he'll scream my ear off probablyâ
but he can be very soft and gentle
it's shown in vigilantes that in serious situations he's actually capable of being very calm and collected and offer comfort that is appropriate to the current situation
(i'm gonna start crying when i think about it)
overall⊠amazing 10/10
tbh i'm basing this off the fact that he's a famous radio host and famous people do have the most comforting hugs
i luv my funky little blond
Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)
*looks at you for a minute*
âyeah come hereâ
that man always has a scarf around
so either you'd sneak under those l a y e r s or he'd wrap you in it himself
that being if it's not his capture weapon
(that thing has seen and done too much for him to use it in an affectionate or sexual way let's be honest i know y'all think about it but he's still a man of class okay)
he's 6 feet too so like his shoulder is just perfect for putting your head on it
ahhh he'd put his hands around your waist and draw circles with his thumb
he'd ask if everything is okay even if you are more affectionate, just to make sure
okay maybe i'm biased but like i just know if you did feel bad and he asked that his voice alone would make you just bawl on the spot
he's a *good* teacher after all and they have the most calming presence even if he is intimidating sometimes
if you are his s/o or friends he'd still have that calming presence, he just maintains it from being around kids all the time
he smells nice but like not bc he has a nice smelling cologne (that'd defeat his purpose of being ~underground~ if he just smells extravagant especially to people with sensory quirks)
*he* just smells nice
i could go into the biology of it all but i'll spare you
the reason i'm basing him around being a teacher even though these are all teachers is bc his motive for becoming a teacher is actually bc he's really good with kids and has always been quite âauthoritativeâ but soft even as a teen
so naturally that means he has a calming nature which comes handy for more than teaching classes
Kayama Nemuri (Midnight)
âoh of course!â *walks towards you with open arms*
i'm just gonna say it bc i know we are All thinking it
her tiddies would be the best pillows
idc maybe it's the me liking women but not much is as comfortable as the soft bussum of a hot lady
*cough*
her quirk is based around scent so naturally,,, smells GOOOOD
but see i think that like subconsciously she'd activate her quirk to calm you down even more
she squeezes you really tight and probably plays with your hair
if she's taller than you she'll rest her head on yours in some sort of way but her most used ~technique~ is pressing her cheek against your forehead and stroking your hair
you'd get really drowsy during and after but like in a good way and probably just babble when she asks any questions which she thinks is cute
she holds you for like a good while even if you're already satisfied she's gonna keep holding on and play with your hair for her own pleasure
i'm basing all of this off of her character in vigilantes lmao and especially the scene where's out with pop
i know she's the r rated hero but i don't think she'd push anything sexual into just a hug or cuddles so except for the fact that she has nice friends she'd just enjoy the affection
Yagi Toshinori (All Might)
*very surprised but pleased* *opens arms and does his liddol smile*
hear me out
that man doesn't know how to properly hug
he's literally 7â2 which is over 2m even in skinny form
i'm not exactly tall but like hugging shorter people now is already just,,,, awkward
and for someone who's basically taller than anyone around him he just never rlly properly learned how to
plus in muscle form he just never had to bc nobody would ask him for a hug bc that man was over 2m tall and like 2m wide⊠a hug would could've probably crushed someone
he did try and it looked very funny
anyways as a result of that his hugs are very gentle
mind you he's still 2m tall so it's still awkward
but he's like a gentle giantâš
just very soft pats on the back because he's used to being able to just kachow people away with the flick of his finger
he smells a lot like cologne
he probably has one of his own and it's probably named âmy smell is hereâ and is a eau de toilet
but you can take a breath in his arms
it's the number one status still engrained but you'll just always feel safe when he's around and especially when he's hugging you
can you write about shinsou dating a quirkless reader, please? thank you!
Shinsou dating a quirkless reader !
pairings: Shinsou x quirkless!reader
warnings: none rlly
he would def be more protective of you and try to keep you out of anything that could be in any way dangerous, may it be so minor
i'm sure in a quirk/hero society it would be an established stereotype that quirkless people are more fragile/helpless
it's nothing personal, it's just how he was raised
so you'll have to âestablish dominanceâ as in you'll have to make clear that you aren't a helpless baby
shinsou will need a while to unlearn old habits and thought processes but he does it for you
but sometimes he just can't help and worry just a tad bit more for you
he often compares his quirk not being a power one to your quirklessness as a way to relate
bless his heart but you have to tell him that those two aren't comparable and you will have to explain to him that he does have more benefits in a quirk based society
that being put aside
if anyone ever tries picking on your for being quirkless
oh boy
someone just has to let out one small comment about quirkless people and he will give them a death stare before opening his mouth to say something but you just tell him to ignore it
but we don't have a performative boyfriend on our hand here
whenever you aren't around to tell him to shrug it off and someone makes any type of joke or comment on the costs of quirkless people
shinsou isn't a violent person, has never been really
but he is very scary when mad, especially when it's about people he loves
shinsou isn't the most social either though so i don't think he'd straight up confront whoever unless he's actively part of the circle in which the joke was made
if he's part he'd let them realise how the joke was funny
ask why it was funny until the person realised that it wasn't funny at all
âi don't understand?â âoh it's funny because you know quirkless people can'tâŠâ âyes, i'm listening?â âquirkless people can't take care of themselves, they just need more help than us!â âwho's âusâ?â âwell, us quirk users!â âdo you think you're better than quirkless people because you happen to be born with a quirk?â âI- yes! no!â âwhat is it then? i really wanna know why that was so funny. please continue.â
yeah he's a little shit like that
if he overheard anything negative about quirkless people he'd 'accidentallyâ use his quirk on them
and maybe he'd make them embarrass themselves in front of whatever audience they had but like only on accident
he'd leave with a shit eating grin too
all in all i'd say your relationship is balanced between him unlearning old habits and mindsets he has while also learning about how different society is to someone without quirk
but he doesn't love you any less because of it
and he does make an active effort to change his ways and inform his friends
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summary: after enrolling into class 2a in the new school year, shinsou seeks comfort in reader because of the sudden change of environment
It was a rainy day out. The campus grounds were empty for the first time, nobody was out training, nobody used the gyms. It was the first weekend of the new school year. Everyone was exhausted after an intense first week, especially the hero classes in which Shinsou had officially enrolled in. There had been a small âWelcome to 1A 2Aâ party at the beginning of the week even though the new hero student insisted that they just let it be. He wasnât the social type, never has been but somehow class 2A was filled with social butterflies that burned to offer him their friendship.
You couldnât help but find it precious when you visited him in his new dorm room and he just started spilling out how exhausting it was for him. Like a little kid, he pouted when he talked about how much they loved to talk in and out of class.
âAww, Hitoshi donât be like that⊠They just want to be friends, didnât you always want people like that?â You took your boyfriend into your arms, his head resting against yours as you went through his purple hair. He smelt a little sweaty but the lavender scent you gave him for his birthday covered it up. It was more a joke than an actual gift, the purple haired boy smelling like lavender to congratulate him on replacing the grape of 1A. Nonetheless, a soft smile crept onto your face as you smelled it.
It was true that Shinsou never had many friends due to his âvillainousâ quirk nature. Nobody spoke much to him when they found out what his quirk was, maybe made some snarky comments and jokes whenever he got into the room. The atmosphere got tenser whenever he talked and he could hear the relieved sighs when he stopped.
So naturally, Shinsou developed an introverted and more antisocial personality, keeping to himself and only speaking when spoken to. In UA people were more accepting, 1C even praising him for his quirk and being happy for him when he enrolled into the hero course. But itâs hard to unlearn old patterns and behaviours and it showed whenever he was around the loud now 2A kids.
âThey give me a headache, y/n⊠General studies were so much more quiet, now all I hear is screaming of terror and enjoyment.â He sighed into your shoulders and wrapped his arms around you.
âWe miss you too but I think a few loud classmates arenât gonna be the downfall of your hero career, right?â
He nodded his head against you and fake cried. âHow am I gonna be a hero if I can barely handle my classmates and companions?â
âDonât be like that, âToshi⊠Itâs only been a week, Iâm sure youâll get used to it.â
You played with the tufts of his hair, twirling them around and massaging his scalp a little bit. He relaxed against you, his chest rising steadily and shoulders relaxing. Poor boy mustâve been through a lot of change this past week.
His schedule had filled up significantly which is why you could only visit his dorm during the weekend or post training. But since he had missed out on a lot before transferring, Aizawa kept his training schedule stricter than ever so that Shinsou was only a puddle of tiredness at the end of the day. Yet he tried calling you in the evening just to check in and feel some sort of closeness to you. Usually it ended with you informing him about your day while he listened and hummed responses back to then fall asleep 10 minutes into the talk. You didnât mind, he was always there when there was actually something to talk about. He just needed something to fall asleep to and you were glad he chose your voice.
âI know youâre tiredâŠâ You lulled at him. âLetâs lay down and watch a movie, Iâm sure youâll feel more relaxed after thatâŠâ
After a few seconds of him just breathing, he nodded against you and pulled away. With his usual tired look he slumped over to his bed and just let himself fall into it. You just giggled and followed him, getting his laptop from his desk and plopping onto the bed yourself.
He crawled onto your chest, his arms around you and his full weight on you. You were fully aware that he would just take a nap right there and then while you put on Twilight as a feel good dramedy so he could listen to you make fun of everything about it. But you didnât really care. His weight on you was comforting in its own way and so was feeling him relax as you played with his hair.
âAny wishes?â
Shinsou just groaned as a no and shut his eyes. âWhatever youâd like, kitty⊠Iâm⊠Iâm just here for youâŠâ
With a tired voice, he sang out those words before drifting back into his half sleep. Your heart felt warm at those words, especially since you knew they were honest. Shinsou was a lot like a kid when he was sleepy, just incredibly honest and in a way naive. It was different from his usual tiredness that came with a lack of sleep, which was nobodyâs fault but his.
When Hitoshi was sleepy, he was tired of social interaction and just wanted to recharge. So he doesnât have the energy to empathize or please anyone, if he cared to do that. Most of the time, you and him would just sit in each other's room and enjoy the presence of one another but ever since his training started he preferred napping with you in close proximity, so he could recharge social and physical energy at the same time.Â
You felt him drift away, your fingers in his hair again. Your other hand rested in his back, stroking him up and down to make sure he relaxed. The movie started playing and you took a deep breath. There was no better day to celebrate the ending of the first week in school.
Hey! May I request Bakugou, Hawks and Aizawa headcanons, to them aciddentaly making you cry, please? SFW and with a female reader. Thank you â€
Accidentally making you cry (sfw)!
pairings: Bakugou x fem!reader, Hawks x fem!reader, Aizawa x fem!reader
warnings: angst to fluff, crying obv, feather nickname for hawks, kitty nickname for aizawa
Bakugou Katsuki:
It was a few weeks after moving into the dorms, everyone had grown comfortable with each other and living at school. The first internships had started, you were also on a search for somewhere to intern but without luck. You had done your work study under Best Jeanist, whose status was currently unknown.
So you sat at your desk, flipping through old notes from the beginning of the year. It was lucky you still had them, especially the little portfolio of heroes interested in you after the sports festival. You considered asking the Pussycats as they had asked you during the summer camp but hesitated when you remembered their current situation. You thought to yourself âNo they have too much to do with Ragdoll missing, that'd be too rudeâ
Suddenly the door slammed open. Bakugou, finished with his provisional licence training, stepped in and made his way to your bed. Face first he landed on your pile of pillows and groaned. It wasn't many times that Bakugou just came in like that, unprompted and exhausted.
"Good evening, how was training?" You sing sang, not looking up from the hero sheet.
He groaned again, making you chuckle and get up from your desk
"Awe, babeâŠ" You turned towards him and saw him buried under your sheets, his face turned towards the wall and one of your seal plushies in his arms.
The bed dipped as you sat down next to him and put your hand on his arm. You leaned against the headboard and just stroked your boyfriend's arm in silence. His quirk being very hard on his eyes and ears, he just preferred quiet and darkness when he was done for the day which was part of the reason he went to bed so early.
"You know if Aizawa catches you sleeping here, we'll get in troubleâŠ"
"Fuck him. I'm too tired to go to my own room." He shuffled closer to the wall under your blankets. âThis stupid fucking provisional training. I donât understand how I didnât fucking pass if all you stupid extras did!â He muffled into the plushie, the occasional rasp coming out.
âIâm one of the extras, first of all. And you know I donât like it when you call anyone that. Youâre not the only main character of the world, Katsuki.â
âWell neither are fucking you. You canât even get yourself an internship without my help, I wonder how you even fucking passed.â
A thread ripped in your chest, tears welling up in your eyes. Your hand left his arm and you stood up from the bed.
âOh, wait, fuck I didnât mean that!â He jumped out of the sheets and rushed to your side.
The tears rolled down your cheeks, low whimpers coming out your mouth. You sniffled as you walked into your bathroom.
Internships and the provisional license exam had been a sensitive topic for both of you guys. Bakugouâs competitive nature didnât make it easy for you guys to be in the same class, especially when you were put in the same teams. After interning at Best Jeanist and the pro himself saying that you had been a better intern than Katsuki, he had just been waiting for another opportunity to outshine you. It was supposed to be the license exam when he passed with a higher score, but you passed in the top 10 while he failed and it nagged on his ego.Â
"Fuck⊠I didn't mean to say that, y/n please⊠Open up." It had been an exhausting day for him, all the extra work nagging on his nerves. All he wanted was to relax while you played with his hair and talked about whatever with him.
You sat on the bathroom floor, hitching breath and red cheeks. You weren't sure why you had started crying like that, he made remarks like that a lot. Especially out of frustration. Â
You sat on the bathroom floor, tears running down your face and quiet sobs aching in your chest. You werenât sure why you broke down like this, just started crying at a comment he probably didnât even mean. Bakugou said a lot when the day is long, a lot of empty words and you knew that. The snarky and sometimes rude comments, fake threats and promises. Especially after training he tended to let out some steam while you comforted him. He tried to better himself, not let it out only on you even if you didnât really care much. They were just empty words, right?
âBabe, câmon let me in. I didnât mean it. Please.âÂ
You unlocked the door, sitting back on the floor with your back against the wall. The tears had stopped, just a few sniffles coming from your side. An uncomfortable feeling spread across your chest, your stomach pulled together and you could feel your heart pumping
Bakugou looked down on you, remorse in his eyes as he slowly kneeled down next to you. âIâm⊠Iâm sorry. I didnât mean that.â You could hear the regret in his voice. With a shaky sigh you looked at him, his red eyes meeting yours. They softened up at the sight of your puffy face. He cupped your cheek with his calloused hands. You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes in exhaustment.
âI tried really hard, okayâŠâ You started sobbing again, shaky breaths and your voice pitching up.
âI know⊠I know, Iâm sorry you didnât deserve thatâŠâ He pressed you against his chest. âIâm sorry.â
You heard his heart pounding, steady as he took deep breaths. You stayed like that for the next 5 minutes, you against him, his arms around you and muttering apologies. He knew you werenât prone to crying, so this mustâve really hurt. Of course he would have apologised nonetheless, he was learning to be more decent with the extras- people. People around him. And you were the first step
Takami Keigo (Hawks):
âFeather? Feather? Feather? Hey, y/n. Y/n???â Keigo poked you with his finger, over and over trying to get your attention off your laptop.
It was his day off, one of the very few he had. It was early, too early for him to be up after working on cases for the past 3 weeks. You wanted to get some stuff done before he woke up so you could spend the whole day together but he woke up too early for you to finish.
âYes, Keigo?â You finally gave in and turned towards him, a bright smile on his face. âGod, youâre so cute.â You gave him a kiss before turning back to your workload.
A slight blush spread over his nose as he coughed. You smirked at yourself, knowing that he would need a few minutes to recover.Â
Hawks didnât seem like it, being trained in espionage and everything. But whenever you gave him a genuine compliment, he became a blushing mess and needed a few minutes to get back his composure. He would never admit it, but he needed the reassurance that you actually liked him and not the persona he put on as a hero. Lucky for him, you loved giving him the affection he deserved, whether it be verbal or physically.Â
He came back to put away your coffee mug and plate from your quick breakfast, not disturbing you as he cleaned up around you. You mumbled a thank you under your breath as you finished up the last few passages and finally saved the document.
âFeather, go wear something warm.â Keigoâs voice rang from the bathroom, his head poking out the door. âPlease?â
âWhy? Itâs like 22 Celcius outâŠâ You stretched out your whole body and yawned. This man didnât actually plan on going out did he? After three weeks of work he didnât just want to stay in and relax?
âJust trust me! Iâll hold your jacket if you get hot but youâll need it, okay love?â
There it was. The magic word that made you a slave to him. As much as you knew how to make him blush, he knew how to push your buttons just right to get his ideal outcome. You got up and dressed, wearing an extra layer under your shirt and hoped that that was enough with a jacket. You did your hair in your usual way, concealing your dark under eyes to look less dead if you were going to be leaving the house today.
âDonât forget your sunscreen, feather!â You heard your boyfriend stumble through the apartment, some stuff falling down followed by an apology and cussing.
When you stepped out of the bedroom, you saw your boyfriend, your lovely, amazing boyfriend, in his hero clothes. Your shoulders dropped and you sighed.
âKeigo, what the fuck?â You huffed and rubbed your eyes. âI thought it was your day off?â
âDonât worry it is, this is just the most practical outfit for today!â He stepped closer and cupped your face, placing a kiss on the top of your nose. âDonât you trust me, love?â
You looked him dead in the eye and tried your best to hide your flusteredness. âIâm not going with you if youâre going to be in hero gear. Iâm not leaving with Hawks, Iâm leaving with Keigo.â
You stared at each other for a minute before you raised a brow and crossed your arms. He pulled back and sighed.
âFine, Iâll change. But donât blame me when it gets cold and you canât have my snuggly Hawks jacket!â
You havenât washed it in 3 months, I wouldnât want it either way!â
After roughly 10 minutes you were ready to go, waiting at the door and slipping on your shoes. Keigo came out in casual wear which looked awfully hot for the weather but you just decided to trust his senses.
âWhatâs the plan then?â
âYouâll see, feather. I want to show you something.â
He grabbed his keys and dragged you out the apartment, pulling you up the stairs to the top floor. Despite your exclaims that you had the whole day and he didnât need to rush, he only went faster until you reached the door that led to the roof.
There wasnât a cloud in sight, the sun burning on the top of your head. You thought about going back and getting a hat but Keigo held you at your wrists and pulled you close. âBaby, today weâre gonna fly.â
It wasnât a question. He had an excited look on his face, eyes wide and a grin that went from one ear to the other. He held you by your wrists, his face only a few inches from yours.
Keigo always rambled about taking you on a flight when you were in bed, his head on your chest with your fingers combing through his hair and his wings stretching over the bed. He could talk hours about how he only felt truly free whenever he was over the clouds, the wind in his hair and watching everyone beneath him. Often heâd just fall asleep mid sentence while he told you how it felt to fly through clouds.
You always thought he was just rambling, you never thought that he'd actually do it. Especially not on his day off when he should be resting his body and wings.
âUh⊠Keigo, I donât think thatâs a good ideaâŠâ
âCome on why not?! Iâve always wanted to go on a flight with you⊠Show you the clouds, introduce you to some birdsâŠâ
âIâm too heavy for you to carry and fly, Keigo please..â
âThereâs no such thing as too heavy, honey⊠Iâm offended you think that I couldnât.â
Of course you knew that he was very much capable of carrying you and flying, you were just looking for an excuse to not be thrown into the skies of Japan.
âWell here we go!â He scooped you up into his arms, ignoring your warning calls and jumping off into flight.
You covered your eyes, holding your breath as you heard your boyfriend giggle.
âOpen your eyes, feather! Weâre almost there!â
One hand at the time you took them off and looked up to Keigo, who had the biggest smile on his face with his eyes sparkling in enjoyment.
âOh my god, weâre flying. Keigo, weâre in the air!â You commented on your current state as if he hadnât already noticed, holding onto his arms for support. A feeling of euphoria spread all over your stomach. It spread into your chest, your limbs almost going numb from the excessive adrenaline and dopamine flooding your system
âOH MY GOD KEIGO WEâRE FLYING!â You started giggling and screaming when he maneuvered around the skyscrapers, suddenly flying up parallel against the glass windows.
You covered your ears, the wind screeching in your ear as you suddenly were met with silence. Your heart pounded, the endorphins overloading your brains along with the almost unhealthy amount of adrenaline. There was a knot building up in your throat, releasing as Keigo gained speed again.
The tears poured down your cheeks, you could barely catch a breath with the thin air. Your excited screams turned into loud sobs. Keigo noticed almost immediately, his shirt soaking but his feathers also noticing a change in your breathing pattern. He was going too fast to hear your sobs but he could feel you burying your face in his chest and shutting your eyes.
His eyes widened as he searched for a safe surface to land on, that wouldnât get him in trouble nor display you two too much. His feet landed on the roof of an apartment building, needing a few steps to completely stop.
âHey, hey, are you okay? Everything alright?â He let you down and scanned you for any type of injury, snapping next to your ear and analysing your face. Did he go too fast and your ears couldnât handle it? Was the pure sun exposure too much for your eyes? Did you hit your feet anywhere when he zoomed around the buildings? Fuck, he shouldâve made you wear his gear to be extra safe, you probably werenât ever gonna do this with him again.
You nodded as he held your face and wiped away your tears with his thumbs. With hitching breath you started laughing. âIt was really fun!!â
Keigo sighed in relief. Thank goodness you hadnât been hurt because of his carelessness. But if you had enjoyed the ride, why were you crying?
âPlease, those were tears of joy and surprise. I think my body couldnât handle the excitement.â You rolled your eyes at his confused look, putting on the brightest smile you could.
Your winged boyfriend relaxed and pulled away. After a deep breath, his feathers relaxed as well. You loved his feathers reacting with him. It was an unconscious thing that came with his bird tendencies but it made a lot of stuff easier, especially after he learned to let his emotions be. âI loved that Keigo. Letâs do it again, okay?â
Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead):
You sat at the table, playing around with your cutlery and looking through your phone.
messages:
y/n @ Presentation Michael:
y/n: yooo mic is shouta still in school?
presentation michael: nah we left like an hour ago. why? still not home?
y/n: oh okay⊠nope not yet. thank you tho <3
It had been an hour since your last message to Hizashi and your loving boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. You tried calling him, messaging him, you even checked his inactive social media accounts to see if he had posted anything. But nothing.
Normally, you'd assume that he was just out patrolling late again or maybe out with the teachers for some drinks to end the week. But he'd promised to come home as early as possible so you two could spend the evening together.
With a tiara on your head and some extra confetti in your head, you waited at the table and stared at the door. You'd put the cake your coworkers had gotten for you in the fridge so the ice cream stayed intact until you could eat it. It didn't look that fresh anymore, some of the ice cream had melted down before you put it back and the lettering looked a little rough. But it was fine, it was going to taste just fine. All you needed was Shouta to start.
Suddenly a shock went through your body. What if he had gotten caught in a villain attack again? His class and with that him were somehow the main target of the League of Villains, you'd painfully noticed it at the beginning of the year when Shouta was mummified for about a month or two. What if that had happened again and you sat here being mad at him? Were you being a bad girlfriend because you didn't consider that?
With a racing heart, you searched up the news and newest events in your area. If there had been any larger scale villains on the street, there would be some sort of announcement to stay off the road until heroes took care of them but you couldn't find anything of that sort in any outlet. The streets were quiet too.
And then, it clicked.
messages:
y/n @ daylight:
y/n: hey nemuri, is shouta with you?Â
daylight: no⊠tbh i haven't seen him today
daylight: did something happen?
y/n: he isnt home yet and mic said he left UA an hour ago so I thought he might be with you
daylight: oh I'm sure he'll be there soon, he's probably feeding some stray cats you know how he is
y/n: yeah ig.. thanks <3
Were you crazy for thinking he might be cheating? Probably, right? He wouldn't do something like that and if he did he'd have the decency to not do it today⊠right?
The door clicked open. "I'm homeâŠ"
Shouta's tired voice rang from the corridor, followed by his shoes clicking against the floor. With a groan. he waddled by the kitchen door and fell onto what you judged was the couch.
âWelcome backâŠâ You tried containing your mix of emotions: relief, disappointment, anger, happiness - all of them were muddled inside you like a poorly mixed cocktail but you didnât want to snap until you heard his reason for being so late when he promised not to be.
âWhere were-â âKitty, Iâm too tired to have dinner⊠Can we just go to bed?â
His voice was muffled, his head was probably buried in the couch cushions or the cat had come back with him and decided to make herself comfortable on his face. You hoped that he hadnât actually just said that and that the muffled speech just distorted his words.
âWhat?â You chewed on the inside of your lip and got up to see where he was.
Just as you expected, his head was in between the cushions and the cat had made herself comfortable on his back. His capture weapon laid on the table next to him, even though you were vocal about him not just putting the dirty thing on surfaces where someone might eat or sleep. But that's besides the point right now.
âIâm tired y/nâŠâ
Your shoulders dropped. With a deep breath you took away his capture weapon and threw it in the bathroom before grabbing the cat off his back. You placed her on your arm and started petting her black and grey speckled fur, earning a pleased purr in return.
This wasnât the first time he came back home completely exhausted and out of it. He was a Pro and a teacher of a class that made more trouble than they were worth, so could you blame him? But you had wanted one evening. One evening with him.
Tears welled up in your eyes and you walked back into the kitchen. Your head started hurting and your chest hurt from holding back. It was your birthday after all. Nobody wanted to see the birthday princess cry, right?
Hatsuki stopped purring as you sat back down, opening her eyes and just glaring you while you pet her with tears in your eyes. She stretched and jumped off your arms.
âNot you tooâŠâ You started balling pitifully, the tears leaving a trail in your special birthday makeup one of your colleagues had done. After all, you were the birthday princess right?
Shouta got up from the couch, stretching himself in a similar manner to Hatsuki whenever she got bored of the place she was laying. He yawned and got up, looking around for you. You were there like two minutes ago, did you already head to bed?
âKitty?â He called through the apartment and stepped out of the living room, seeing the light in the kitchen burning. His eyes widened at your sight, sobbing into your knees with the tiara slipping off your head. The tiredness dropped out of his system as he rushed over to you.
Did something happen? The cat scratch you? Did he forget- oh crap.
âOh my god, kitty, I am SO sorry. I completely forgot about-â
You only started crying louder. So he didnât have any excuse for it. Somehow youâd have preferred if he had just gotten attacked by some minor villain but the fact that you thought that the only thing making him redeemable was an attack made you sob more.
Completely at a loss for words and his mind blanking at his options, he just kneeled in front of you with a lost look on his face. How did he make up for forgetting your birthday? Breaking his promise that heâd come home early so you two could spend the evening together? He didnât even have a present for you, even though that was the actual reason he was running late after leaving UA? The plan was to leave as early as possible, go to the shop and get you flowers and something small and head back so you two could celebrate. But in the store he got lost in thought and wandered through the aisles thinking about how he would organise the upcoming training camp for the students.
He got up, his joints and back cracking in the motion. He was too old to be forgetting his girlfriendâs birthday, his body was a constant reminder for that. If he remembered correctly, you wanted to bring back cake so there must be⊠In the fridge!
Knowing there were sparklers in his bag because he confiscated them from Kaminari and Bakugou who wanted to see whose quirk was better at lighting it from a distance, he headed into the corridor to get them. He was just going to improvise. It wasnât that late yet, it was barely 9, so you could eat cake while watching a movie and cuddle. Yeah, that sounded nice right?
You were still sitting on the chair, knees up to your chest and the not so waterproof mascara and eyeliner running down your cheeks while you waited what Shouta was planning. There was nothing to hear but scrambling in his bag and quick steps around the whole apartment until he stood in front of you again. It smelt burnt and like nitroglycerin. You scrunch your nose before looking up to see the cake with two sparklers in it and your boyfriendâs apologetic face behind them. He even tried genuinely smiling and not doing that creepy smile he did in front of everyone else.
âHappy Birthday kitty⊠Iâm sorry for being an asshole... â
With glassy eyes you looked at him and scoffed. âWhat are you gonna do to redeem yourself?â Your stuffy nose made it hard to talk properly but he seemed to understand just fine.
He put the tiara back on your head and took a deep breath. âWhatever you want, okay?â
It was something between a laugh and guilt when he spoke, his eyebrows scrunched up and a guilty smile on his face. He looked cute, even though you couldnât think that right now. What type of asshole forgets their girlfriendâs birthday right?
You sniffed one last time and out your feet back on the ground. âOkay. I forgive you. For now.â
Shouta sighed in relief and put the cake on the table. âThank god, I already thought Iâd have to sleep at Micâs for tonight.â
âNah⊠Youâre fine, I guessâŠâ
He booped your nose and took you into his arms. âIâm really sorryâŠâ
Bonus:
Present Mic @ Little Nemuri:
Present Mic: You owe me 20 bucks
Little Nemuri: Youâre a horrible friend for not believing heâd remember you know that Hizashi?
Present Mic: I just know him and man is he bad at remembering dates
Little Nemuri: Donât you think we shouldve told him before leaving?
Present Mic: lmao if i did you wouldnât owe me 20 bucks right?
Little Nemuri: A horrible friend
Present Mic: :)
aht aht iâm sorry if this isnât what you wanted... i just thought this type of format was more fitting for your request <3
Hey! your first post already got me bawling my eyes out, it was so adorable, i love the way you write and also love the nickname "feather" i use it for hawks too. have a nice day, keep up with the good work â€âš - hf
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