I love your smaus sm!! I’ve been binging all of the ones you have on ur page and I wanted to ask if ur planning to make a prt 2 of “one of the girls”??
Hey everyone, im back from hiatus and I should be posting by tomorrow (if not by the end of the week) I have fun things to share so hopefully the mha crowd hasn’t died by then
synopsis: As pro heroes, missions going wrong is part of the job but when shinsou overhears that you've been injured, he drops everything to be by your side
rating: drabble, fluff, hurt/comfort-ish, fem reader
note: currently working on smaus,,in the mean time here’s a old fic from my drafts that I might expand on later 😼
The fluorescent lights in the locker room buzzed softly, a low hum that Shinsou found oddly comforting after a long day. He was in the middle of unzipping his hero suit when he heard voices drifting in from the hallway, muffled but urgent.
“Did you hear about Y/H/N? The mission went south and she got caught in the explosion.”
Shinsou’s heart skipped a beat, his hand freezing on the zipper.
“No way! Is she okay?”
“Last I heard, she’s in the infirmary. The medics got to her in time but it sounded pretty bad. She’s gonna be out of commission for a while.”
Blood rushed in Shinsou’s ears, drowning out the rest of the conversation. He didn’t need to hear more. Shoving his stuff back into his locker, he slammed it shut and bolted from the room.
As he sprinted down the hallways of the agency, his mind raced. He couldn’t shake the image of you lying in a hospital bed, injured and alone. You were always so careful and methodical on missions. The thought of something happening to you was… unbearable.
He reached the infirmary doors, nearly out of breath, and pushed them open with more force than necessary. The sterile smell of antiseptic hit him instantly, and the quiet beeping of machines filled the otherwise silent room.
His eyes scanned the rows of beds until they landed on you. You were lying on one of the cots, propped up with pillows, your complexion duller than usual and bruised, but thankfully, you were breathing. A medic was adjusting the IV drip beside you and she looked up as Shinsou approached.
“You’re a visitor?” she asked softly, mindful of the other patients nearby.
Shinsou nodded, his gaze fixed on you. “How is she?”
“Stable,” the medic replied, offering a small smile. “She took quite a hit, but she’s resilient. She’ll need rest, though. We’re keeping her here overnight for observation.”
Shinsou felt a knot in his chest loosen slightly. Stable. You were stable. That was all that mattered.
“Can I stay?” he asked, not wanting to overstep but unable to leave you alone.
“Of course. Just try to keep it quiet. They need their rest.” She gestured to the other patients.
Shinsou nodded, murmuring his thanks and waited until the medic finished her routine and left the room before he approached your bedside.
You looked peaceful, despite the bandages wrapped around your arms and the faint burn marks on your skin. Shinsou pulled up a chair and sat down beside you, his elbows resting on his knees as he leaned forward. For a long moment, he just watched your chest rise and fall with each breath, reassuring himself that you were still here as if your heart rate on the monitor wasn’t evidence enough.
“Idiot,” he muttered softly, though there was no real heat in his words. “Always throwing yourself into danger.”
But he knew it wasn’t fair to blame you. It was part of the job, after all. You both knew the risks every time you stepped out on a mission but that didn’t make it any easier to see you like this.
He reached out, hesitating for a second before gently taking your hand in his. Your skin was a little cold from the air conditioning but your grip was slack and unresponsive. Shinsou sighed, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. He wished he could do more, something to take away the pain or to speed up your recovery but for now all he could do was be here.
Hours passed, the infirmary quiet except for the soft beeping of machines and the occasional murmur from other patients. Shinsou stayed by your side, his fingers loosely intertwined with yours, never moving far even when the medics came by to check on you.
At some point, he must have dozed off because the next thing he knew, he was being gently shaken awake. He blinked groggily, realizing it was already late into the night. The dim lights of the infirmary cast long shadows, making the room feel even more somber.
“Toshi?”
Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it was enough to jolt him fully awake. He sat up straight, his hand still holding yours and met your eyes. You looked exhausted, but there was a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
“You’re here,” you said, sounding surprised but pleased.
“Of course I’m here,” he replied, his voice soft but firm. “You think I’d let you go through this alone?”
You squeezed his hand weakly, the small gesture filling him with relief. “Thanks. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here. It’s pretty late after all...” You trailed off, eyes glancing to the clock on the wall.
Shinsou shook his head, his thumb brushing over your knuckles again to get your attention. “You don’t have to thank me. Just focus on getting better, okay?”
You nodded slightly, closing your eyes for a moment as if the effort of staying awake was too much.
The silence that followed was comfortable. Shinsou watched as your breathing evened out again, your hand still resting in his. He could see the strain in your face, the way your brow furrowed even in sleep, but he knew you were strong. You’d get through this, just like you always did.
As he sat there, keeping silent by your side, he made a silent vow to himself. He’d be there for you, until you were back on your feet. He couldn’t always protect you from the dangers of the job, but he could make sure you never had to face the aftermath alone.
˖⁺‧₊˚ tags/warnings: fluff !! , reader has tattoos and piercings, eri and shinsou are aizawa's adopted kids, established relationship
note: my submission for @https-bakugo's event, congrats on 250 followers !! I got a little carried away with the "drabble" hehe
Shinsou wasn’t used to softness, to someone looking at him like he was worth holding onto. But then you came along and ruined that for him. Years later, he was still getting used to it.
Which was why, when you leaned down to kiss him, your lip ring cool against his lips, he still turned pink in the cheeks about it.
“God, you’re so in love with me,” you teased, voice low and amused.
Shinsou scoffed, trying (and failing) to will the heat from his face. “Yeah, well, you’re not exactly subtle either.” His eyes flickered to where your fingers were absentmindedly tracing the veins on his forearm.
You hummed, unbothered. “Never planned to be.”
That was another thing about you, your confidence. It wrecked him. He had spent so long second-guessing himself, wondering if people wanted him around. And then you appeared, all pretty smiles, inked skin, and that ridiculous ability to know exactly what he needed.
He thought back to the early days, when your relationship was still new and awkward in that stupidly endearing way. Two friends navigating the space between them, learning each other’s rhythms, unsure of what was too much or what wasn’t enough. He remembered the first time he kissed you, the way his lips caught on the cool metal of your lip ring, the shiver it sent down his spine, how his hands instinctively gripped your waist. He’d never kissed anyone with a piercing before.
Then there were your tattoos. He didn’t know why they fascinated him so much. Maybe it was the way the ink settled into your skin, or maybe it was because he had spent so much of his life feeling invisible, yet here you were; bold, defined, and seen.
Tracing over them had become a habit. He couldn't keep his hands to himself for long and would find himself dragging his fingers along the intricate designs. He liked the contrast; his rough calloused hands against the smooth ink of your skin. Sometimes, he’d imagine adding to them, his own marks on you, in places only he could see.
Shaking his head at the thought, he swallowed hard. He avoided your gaze as his fingers trailed along the ink on your arm, watching the way your body instinctively leaned into his touch. “Still think you made a mistake?” he mumbled, only half-teasing, self deprecation slipping easily off his tongue.
You huffed, rolling your eyes. “If I wanted out, don’t you think I’d be gone by now?”
That shut him up. Logic told him you weren’t going anywhere; it was in the matching marks on your necks, his faded band shirt slipping off your shoulder, the cosigned cat purring in his lap. But logic didn’t quiet the part of him that still felt like a kid, like the outcast who was too much trouble to be around.
Sighing, you tilted his chin up, forcing his eyes to meet yours. “I love you.” A kiss, pressed slow and deliberate to the corner of his mouth. “And I’m yours.” Another kiss, this time catching his bottom lip, lip ring clicking against his teeth. “So stop worrying about things that’ll never happen.”
He hummed, leaning into you, letting himself be wrapped in your warmth. Burying his face in your neck, he huffed a laugh as your fingertip traced over his chest, crossing his heart.
“Besides,” you murmured, amusement lacing your tone. “You’re hopelessly in love with me.”
He flicked your side, making you yelp. “Yeah, yeah.”
A few weeks later, while babysitting Eri, a thought hit him like a freight train.
You sat cross-legged on the couch, Eri perched in your lap, tiny fingers grasping colored markers as she carefully filled in the lines of a tattoo on your forearm.
Shinsou, half-dozing on the other end of the couch, cracked an eye open at the sound of your laugh. “Looks great, kiddo,” you said, smiling as Eri beamed up at you.
His heart clenched.
The domesticity of it, the way you cradled Eri so easily, the way she trusted you, the way you just fit into his world, it hit him all at once. And then his mind betrayed him, spiraling into thoughts of a future with you.
Later that night, you were curled up beside him, sprawled across his bed, your legs draped over his lap. You looked sleep-soft and warm. His fingers toyed with the charms on your anklet, his initials among them, a gift he’d given you. It made his throat tighten.
He felt stupid. You hadn’t even said anything, and here he was, acting like some lovesick idiot, giddy over the thought of having his mark on you, as if the ones that littered your neck weren’t enough.
You glanced at him, noticing his silence. “Toshi,” you murmured, linking your pinky with his. “You okay?”
Shinsou swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah.”
You raised an eyebrow.
He exhaled. “Just… thinking.”
You squeezed his finger. “Good thoughts?”
The corners of his lips twitched. “Something like that.”
You studied him for a second longer before deciding to let it go, tugging him closer until his head rested against your shoulder.
And just like that, the weight in his chest lifted.
He really, really hoped this was forever and judging by the sound of your quickened heartbeat, he hopes you do too.
smau: you find out their girlfriend has been cheating on them
˖⁺‧₊˚ tags/warnings: heavy angst, implied fem reader, infidelity, mha guys are jerks, ruined friendships, unrequited love, mentions of gold digging, mentions of slut shaming (?), abusive relationships, manipulation
note: i wasn't going to post anything today but had a really crazy dream so here we are :p had to let monoma get his lick back
When a career-changing opportunity comes your way, the person you love gives you a choice: them or your future.
⤷ One of the Girls - mha smau (ft. katsuki, izuku, shinsou & tamaki) / implied fem reader - ୭
you overhear them describe their ideal type that happens to be nothing like you, you begin distancing yourself, only for them to notice and demand to know why (pre-relationship)
⤷ R U Mine? - mha smau (ft. katsuki, izuku & shinsou) / gender neutral - ୭❤︎
They mistakenly believe you have feelings for them, when in reality, you're in love with their mentor.
smau: They mistakenly believe you have feelings for them, when in reality, you're in love with their mentor.
˖⁺‧₊˚ warnings: heavy angst, unrequited love, secondhand embarrassment, mentions of age gaps, katsuki & shinsou are jerks, fluff only for izuku, platonic relationships
note: I wish I had a quirk to make things sentient so I can blast meme messages into the stratosphere 😾 can you tell which character is my fav?🤭
ft. izuku, katsuki, shinsou, & tamaki
smau: you overhear them describe their ideal type that happens to be nothing like you, you begin distancing yourself, only for them to notice and demand to know why (pre-relationship)
˖⁺‧₊˚ warnings: implied fem reader, angst, requited unrequited love, miscommunication