Heyy love beefy aizawa can please do another even sluttier where the reader is chubby if youre not comfortable its okay love your work have a nice day
hiya!! i gotchu with this one!! also thank you so much :,) !!
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after a rough day on the job and knowing that he has night patrol, the only thing shouta knows what to do is bend over his pretty little fiancé over the couch.
his large hands are gripping firmly on your soft hips as he thrusts into your sweet pussy with no mercy, the weight of his already long day being put into each one. “s-shouta!! c-calm down!”
the plapping of his pelvis hitting your ass echos throughout the room as you hear a deep groan come out of him. “s-shit, you don’t even know the day i’ve had, sweet thing.. just stay there and let me ruin you.. shit..”
you cry out as you throw your head into the couch cushion. one of shoutas large hands land a hard smack on the fullness of your ass. you yelp as you move yourself forward on the couch but he doesn’t let you get far before he’s gripping back on the warmth of your hips to slap you back right on his thick cock. “why are you movin’ away s-sweetie? fuck- hngh”
you cry out, throwing your head back on broad chest. one of his large hands comes up to squeeze your tit, his fingers pinching at your nipple making you whine out. “tightening around me. shit, you like that don’t you..?” you nod your head eagerly as he continues to roll his fingers on your now swollen nipple.
his thrusts stutter the more you clench around him, his dick continuously hitting your spongy spot as you claw at the cushion in front of you. your soft hips back into his thrusts.
“f-fuck.. gonna cum..” his hands move down from your tits to dig into your sides, you let out a hiss because his nails are digging small crescents into your flesh. “i-inside!! hngh- please!! need you!” you choke out, fat tears roll down your cheeks. he roughens his pace as he begins to groan out louder from the feeling of you being pressed against him.
“h-holy! cumming, shouta!! hngh!! cumming!!” you cry out as you cum all around his dick, your insides tightening around him as he thrusts his dick into you two more times before he’s stuffing you full of his cum with a loud moan.
he throws his face in your shoulder, his long black hair falling over it he breaths heavily to calm down. his hands release their strong grip on your hips before he rubs up and down the softness of your waist.
“sorry if i went too rough on you, sweetheart. j’so tired and work was shit.” you giggle at the sound of his rough voice as you bring your hand scratch his head. “it’s okay, shouta. maybe next time, take me to the bedroom first”
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an: guys, i started to write this yesterday then got so unmotivated because i thought this prompt in mind was shit. IM SORRY IF ITS BAD I TRIED TO MAKE IT BETTER TODAY!!!
❝A thousand years after tragedy tore them apart, the immortal wife of Ryomen Sukuna lives in hiding with their cursed-born son. When Sukuna is resurrected in modern-day Tokyo, long-buried love reignites—along with ancient power, vengeance, and divine destiny. As their family reunites under the shadow of Jujutsu High, they must navigate past sins, present tensions, and the fragile future growing inside her. A dark romance of eternal love, reincarnation, and the monster who would burn the world to keep his queen.❞
cw ; mdni • 18+ only. contains explicit sexual themes and content. use of alcohol. hurt/trauma. smut . anxiety. death. graphic scenes
chapters
the beginning & past
the awakening
red thread
heir
renjiro
don't go
tenderly
agreements
first mission
zenin problems
family bonding
teasing & pride
missing
painting
new home
1000 years
MWAHGO'S NOTES. I really like this one. We need more domestic Smoker🫶
The moment Smoker arrived in G5 Marine base, he was able to shift the whole world around with his intimidation. The G5 marines—who used to be a notorious and insane marines in all of the Marine branches, soldiers who torture pirates for entertainment. Soldiers who don’t follow their superiors, they don’t wear the official uniform of the Marines and considered have a ruthless reputation. But the moment Vice Admiral Smoker enter the grand doors, every marine followed his others, he taught them respect and intimidated them to compliance.
Vice Admiral Smoker was a role model for the G5 Marines, he carries intimidation, strength and courage for these relentless marines. He was considered a “hero” after he defeated the corrupt Warlord of the Seas, Crocodile. He was look up to after he fought the Straw Hat, Luffy during the Marineford War. The G5 Marines admire Smoker as a fearless officer that can lead the previously menacing soldiers.
But there was something that intrigues the G5 Marines and it started with a nicely wrapped bento box on his desk. The cloth was decorated with fluffy, white puppy patterns and a small note that says:
“Eat well today, hun. I love you”
The message was short, but sweet, something that—they assume their superior would like. It’s straightforward, an unknown person telling him to eat and feel loved today.
A random marine found it, he was discussing meetings with Smoker as they entered his office and spots the bento box. He watched as his superior reads the note and he swore, his cheeks turned red before tucking the paper inside his jacket, like as if nothing happened. His eyes blinked—once, twice, thrice, processing the fact there is someone who took the Vice Admiral’s heart. He packed up, placed the papers on his desk and quickly left before telling the others that their superior is, probably, married.
It caused a (secret) rampage around the marines. Does their strong, intimidating and stoic Vice Admiral Smoker—have a partner? In the end, they formed a plan and find out who is this person who makes their superior blush. They suspected a few possible ladies that Smoker might fancy.
“Maybe it’s Captain Tashigi? They’re always together!” One guessed.
“But they said that their relationship is strictly work related and nothing else,” Another debunked the theory, “And I don’t think the Vice Admiral would yell at his ‘wife’ in front of us,”
“Oh! What about Rear Admiral, Hina. I saw them going out to town one time, maybe they’re on a date!” One swoons.
The other shook his head, “Nah, they just went out drinking with the other Admirals so I think they’re also strictly friends,” They said.
“And also, they don’t really see each other,” Another commented.
“You never know, man! Maybe they’re in a distant relationship,” Another defended.
The marines started arguing back and forth between either it was Captain Tashigi or Admiral Hina. Who looks better with Smoker, but another argues he needs someone with chemistry. Another one adds that “opposite personality” fits for Vice Admiral Smoker since it can balance their relationship. One argue after another, they started pointing at each other, accusing each other that they’re not a “professional investigator” and saying that you don’t need to be professional to find out who Vice Admiral Smoker’s partner is.
As they’re answering each other back and forth, heavy boots approaching and a booming voice erupted, “What the hell are you all talking about?!”
The G5 marines jumped in panicked as they turned to their superior, Smoker, an irritated irk popped on his temple as he glared down on his arguing subordinates, “Aren’t you supposed to be working instead of blabbering around?” He interrogated.
Their legs shook in fear with the intimidating aura around Smoker before they scrambled around to start doing whatever work their superior is asking for. Captain Tashigi was beside him, shook her head in disapproval of the incompetence of her subordinates as they both walked away. One marine got a little too curious and opened his mouth, “Vice Admiral, is it true that you’re married?”
The atmosphere froze, the marines stood still in shock as the clueless marine stared at Smoker for his answer. But their superior only gave him a death glare, his eyes darkening as Tashigi slapped a hand on her forehead, shaking it in disappointment.
“Mind your damn business, marine,” Smoker snarled before walking away.
The marine’s legs shook in deep fear as he comically collapse to the floor, the Vice Admiral’s threat was too heavy to handle.
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“Oh, hello ma’am. What’s a beautiful lady like you doing here for?” A young G5 marine greeted.
“I’m here to visit my husband. He’s at the commander’s wing,” You answered, “I’ve bought some lunch for him,”
The marine peered inside the basket and amazed at the sight. A bento box neatly wrapped in a cloth with white puppies pattern. He insisted on guiding you to his office. You walked past the idling marines—playing card games when they spotted you. They huddled together, watching intently as you walked around the base. They whispered at each other, theorizing that you might be the Vice Admiral’s wife, so they decided to follow you to where you’re heading. Each footstep of yours is equal to theirs as you turn, they hide in corners and walls.
As you were about to turn to a corner, the voice of their Captain echoed in the hallway, “Marines, what are you doing here?” She asked strictly.
Her subordinates jumped in surprise at their superior’s voice as they stood still, “U-Uhm, we we’re just… supervising,” They excused.
Tashigi raised an eyebrow in suspicion, “Why are you supervising a visitor? I didn’t got a report about that,” She said.
The marines sweatdropped, thinking more of valid excuses as they lost the trail of following you. As you arrived at a familiar hallways, the young marine saw you approach a certain door as his eyes widened, “W-Wait… You’re Vice Admiral Smoker’s wife?” He asked with shock.
You placed a finger on your lips, “Don’t tell this to the others, okay?” You winked before entering Smoker’s office. The young marine stood there in shock, witnessing an eye opening scene.
Inside the office, you greeted your husband, who in the middle of filling out papers, “Wait by the couch, dear, I’m almost done with this,” Smoker said, not looking up to you.
You giggled as you placed the bento on his desk before sitting down at the couch, “You didn’t even bother greeting me correctly?” You teased.
Smoker let out a small chuckle, “I want to greet you without these annoying papers in the way,” He retorted as you chuckled.
As he puts away the last paper, he called her over as he opened the bento box to find his favorite, smoked chicken. You sat on his lap as he ate his lunch, humming in delight.
“How is it, dear?” You asked.
Smoker grunted happily, “The usual. It’s delicious,” He answered as you smiled. Smoker loves your cooking, even if he doesn’t express his appreciation through words, you understand that he enjoys it.
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Outside of the office, the young marine started sprinting away, frantically calling for the other marines to hear what he just witness, “Everyone! Everyone! Everyone! I have news!”
The marines who were cornered by Tashigi, stopped and looked at the running marine, “Why? What is it?”
Captain Tashigi was about to scold them for being too loud and get back to work, the young marine answered the others, “I just met Vice Admiral Smoker’s wife, she’s in his office right now,” He announced.
Their eyes widened, so the theories are true, the pretty lady with the basket is their superior’s wife. They’ve waited for this moment and they didn’t even need a plan to find it out. They all went over to his office and pushed the door opened, “V-Vice Admiral Smoker, we heard your wife is he—” They were cut off when they saw you sitting on Smoker’s lap, littering kisses all over his face.
They gasped in shock, your eyes widened and Smoker’s face turned bright red, “U-Uh.. are we interrupting—?”
“GET OUT!” Smoker demanded as he released a cloud of smoke, pushing the marines out the door and slamming it shut. As the cloud dispersed, you opened your eyes to see Smoker’s embarrassed, blushing face as you laughed. He glared that you find his humiliation funny, but he couldn’t get mad over his wife. If you find it funny, then so be it, Smoker is fine being laughed at, as along as it is his wife.
hiii just wanted to say i love the way you write aizawa💔💔
would you maybe be interested in writing about him again? literally anything
The way this has been sitting in my drafts partially finished for a year and a half... Girl I'm so sorry sjdhjhdhdg
"We should consider getting married for the tax benefits."
You sit up, abandoning your magazine and staring across the couch to where Shota sat on the other end, tapping away at his clunky, old laptop. "I'm sorry?"
"The tax benefits- married couples file jointly which means-"
"No, I know about joint filing," you say, pulling your legs to your chest. "That's how you're proposing to me?"
In the three and a half years you've been together, you don't think you've ever seen Shota look scared. To his credit, it's subtle. Frozen features aside from his eyes widening to saucers. The man was too stunned to speak, it seemed.
"I mean, I know we've always been pretty casual about milestones," you say as you stand, grabbing your wine glass from the coffee table and heading to the kitchen for a much needed refill. "You never really asked me to be your girlfriend," you continue as you pour, "I gradually moved in to your place over a matter of months, but-" you set the wine bottle down just a little heavier than you meant to. "For taxes? You're saying you want to marry me for taxes? I mean, don't I at least deserve a ring?"
Shota closed his laptop slowly, slipping your fluffy blanket off his legs, and trudged off into the bedroom without a word. Your blood started to bubble, on the verge of boiling, and you took a hefty gulp of wine. When Shota emerged from the bedroom again he had the decency to look apologetic.
And then he puts a little black box on the counter.
Your jaw grinds a little. "What's this?"
Sure enough, when he opens the box there's a ring inside. The perfect ring, actually. You didn't think he'd really paid attention in the past when you made little comments about what you did or didn't like in an engagement ring, what metal, what stone, what shape- but it was all correct.
"I wasn't-" he sighs heavily, running a hand over his face before he folds in on himself and hunches over the counter. "That wasn't the proposal. The proposal was going to be something nice. Something with a nice dinner and a stroll through the botanical gardens, or breakfast in bed on a trip to the countryside. This was supposed to be the conversation to make sure we were on the same page."
You took a deep breath. "Of course we're on the same page. Do you think we'd still be together after all this time if I didn't want to marry you?"
"I didn't want to think, I wanted to know. In your words." He raises up again, taking your left hand in both of his. His thumbs ran over your bare knuckles gently, a sense of hesitancy in his touch.
"Well you definitely weren't thinking, that's for sure," you mumble, trying to ease the tension.
"Clearly I wasn't."
You purse your lips. "The botanical gardens?" You ask.
"You said a few months ago that you always mean to go but never do."
The corners of your mouth lift a little. "Breakfast? In the countryside?"
"You love breakfast foods," he answers. "And those cows with the long hair-"
"Highland cows," you correct.
"Highland cows," he repeats. "You're always showing me videos of them."
Any bubbling, boiling anger has evaporated. Maybe you should have heard him out just a little before jumping to conclusions.
"It's a beautiful ring," you comment.
"It's custom," he tells you. "Do you want to put it on?"
"I don't know..." you sigh, "... I like the sound of that whole garden walk and countryside breakfast stuff."
"How about this," he says, plucking the ring out of the box with one hand while the other cradles your fingers so delicately. "You wear this now, and we'll do those things to celebrate the engagement. And I'll buy you some jewelry to match your new ring to give you then. That sound alright to you?"
You smile and nudge the ring with the appropriate finger, urging him to slide it on.
"You can pay for it with the money we'll save on taxes."
He sighs in that familiar exhausted fondness you've grown used to over the years.
"I'll never live this down, will I?"
You lean in and kiss him firmly. "Til death do we part, my love."
hiii i have a suggestion for a present mic x reader where there's mutual pining but the reader is in denial at first because they think hes obnoxious, but then they end up gradually changing their mind esp when hizashi asks them out on a date
a/n : okay. THISS EGJOJGPOE OMGGG this is so cute and I was obsessed with making it.
You’re So Loud… I Think I Like It
Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic) x Reader
Summary:
You’ve always thought Present Mic was just too much—too loud, too dramatic, too golden. But it turns out the thing that made him stand out is exactly what your life needed. What started as irritation blooms into something gentle, real, and terrifying: love. And when he finally asks you out, you’re forced to face the truth… maybe you’ve been falling for him all along
You weren’t impressed by him. Not at first.
It wasn’t that you disliked Hizashi Yamada—you didn’t. He was nice. Charismatic. Enthusiastic in a way that was...admittedly kind of refreshing, if a little overwhelming. But your first impression was, and remained for a while:
Loud.
Too loud. Too energetic. Too much presence, like a spotlight constantly beaming over your shoulder. Every time he stepped into the teachers’ lounge, you felt yourself brace for impact. His laugh was a full-body experience, and every joke was delivered with an invisible exclamation mark. You didn’t hate it. But you certainly didn’t like it.
At least, that’s what you told yourself.
It started off slow.
Little things—like how he’d pass you in the hallway and always shout your name like he was announcing your arrival on a red carpet. Or how he’d beam at you across the room during faculty meetings, subtly sliding a cup of coffee across the table toward you with a post-it that said, decaf! i remembered u hate jitters <3. Or the way he’d always ask how your day was going. Like he really meant it. Like he was really listening.
Still. You resisted. It’s what you did best.
He was just being friendly. It’s how he was with everyone, right?
…Except he wasn’t.
He didn’t walk across the building to bring coffee to anyone else. He didn’t offer to carry reports for anyone else. He didn’t lean against your desk after classes with his sunglasses low on his nose and that easy, sunshine smile meant just for you.
And the worst part? Your friends noticed before you did.
“Oh my god,” Midnight whispered once, watching you and Hizashi joke outside the faculty lounge. “He’s got the hots for you bad.”
“No,” you dismissed immediately, flushing as you looked away. “He’s just like that.”
“No, he’s not,” she said with a smirk. “He only gets flustered when you touch him.”
You’d never noticed that—how his voice dipped a little when you brushed his sleeve. How he’d get quiet when you complimented his outfit or stood too close while reading the class schedules. You thought it was all in your head. Wishful thinking. But then again…
Your heart did this weird, skipping thing every time he laughed too loud at your dumb jokes. Every time he offered his arm casually to walk across campus with you. Every time he sent you voice memos when texting was “too slow.”
You chalked it up to being flustered. To being tired. To literally anything but the truth.
Then came the breaking point.
It was a rainy Wednesday. You’d stayed after school late to grade papers and by the time you stepped out of your classroom, the building was nearly empty.
Except Hizashi was there—waiting, umbrella in hand, leaning casually against the wall across from your door.
“Thought I’d walk you home,” he said, voice a little softer than usual. “I know you hate driving in the rain.”
You blinked. “How did you—?”
“I pay attention,” he said, lifting the umbrella. “C’mon. I even brought the big one.”
You hesitated—heart in your throat, everything tilting slightly. You were tired. Too tired to keep pretending you weren’t noticing things. Like the way he angled the umbrella so it leaned more over you. Or how his elbow bumped yours just enough to keep you close. Or how he talked quietly the whole walk back, softer than you’d ever heard him, like the rain made him gentler.
When you got to your door, you fumbled for your keys, and Hizashi scratched the back of his neck.
“Hey,” he said. “Are you doing anything Friday night?”
You turned. “Not… really.”
He nodded, looking away for a second, and then back at you with those big, hopeful eyes and a grin that was somehow nervous. “Would you wanna go out with me? Like—like a real date? Not a coffee run or post-class ramen. I mean, I got a reservation. For two.”
You stared at him.
Because now there was no room for pretending. No room to push it away or say you were imagining things.
He liked you. He wanted you. He had wanted you.
And you felt something unfold in your chest—warm, wide, and terrifying.
You smiled. “I’d like that.”
The date was quiet.
He wore a soft, slate-gray button-up, and his usual wild hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. He had no sunglasses, no jacket. Just Hizashi. His eyes sparkled when he saw you, and when he leaned in to kiss your cheek, his breath caught like he couldn’t believe you were real.
You laughed more than you had in weeks.
He told stories about student antics and his radio show, and he listened—really listened—when you talked about your hobbies, your fears, your dumbest high school stories. He barely touched his food, too busy watching you talk with a look you refused to overthink.
But it was the goodbye that got you.
You stood on your porch again, clutching your coat to your chest. He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly trying to keep his cool.
“You, uh... had fun?” he asked.
“I did,” you said. “I had a great time.”
“Good,” he breathed, and his smile went dopey. “I was worried I talked too much. That I blew it.”
“You didn’t,” you said, stepping closer. “You didn’t at all.”
He blinked. His voice was barely a whisper. “Can I kiss you?”
You reached up, cupping his cheek—and he leaned into the touch like he’d been starving for it.
“Yes.”
The kiss was sweet. Gentle. And just a little unsteady, like the both of you were still learning how to stop pretending and start having.
You stayed like that for a while. Quiet. Close.
And when you finally pulled back, your chest aching from the smile you couldn’t hide, you whispered:
I was hoping if you could write a little oneshot or smth of just angst (with comfort ofc) with Hizashi? I recently got into him and loveeee the works you did of him.
(but I also love my men pathetic) So if you could, at any point, could you do that little angst with comfort thing? I don’t care how you wanna do it trope or situation wise. I love creativity!
HIZASHI YAMADA X READER
Radio Silence
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Writing this made me realize that writing angst is something so funny and I struggle with making it believable because if man disrespected me I would pummel that man into the earth. So I went with the miscommunication route.
The reader is feeling hella insecure and hizashi is being a little bit of a butt
The smell of buttery popcorn drifted through the air, mingling with the faint scent of takeout fried chicken and the subtle cologne Keigo always wore. His apartment was dim except for the glow of the TV, already paused on the movie title screen, and the soft city lights filtering through the balcony windows. You were curled up in a blanket on one side of the couch, legs tucked under you, a soda in one hand and a chicken wing in the other. Keigo, of course, was sprawled like a lazy cat on the other end, one wing lazily draped over the back of the couch. “So,” he said, turning his head toward you with a cheeky grin. “Did Yamada give you the whole ‘don’t let him flirt with you’ speech again?”
You rolled your eyes, biting into your chicken wing with a little more force than necessary. “He knows you flirt with everyone. It’s not personal.”
Keigo gave a mock gasp of offense. “Excuse you. With you, it’s special. There’s artistry out friendship.”
“Uh huh,” you replied, smirking as you reached for the popcorn bowl. “He also told me if he hears one more ‘bird pun’ coming out of my mouth, he’s legally changing my contact name in his phone to ‘Worm.’”
Keigo snorted, tossing a popcorn kernel into the air and catching it in his mouth like the showoff he was. “Yamada’s just jealous ‘cause I make you laugh more than he does.”
You raised a brow. “You make me laugh. He just is funny.”
“Ouch,” Keigo smiled. “That hurt. You wound me, bug.”
You laughed, shoulders shaking under the blanket. The movie hadn’t even started and already, your face hurt from smiling. These movie nights were a tradition. Every Friday, without fail. It started when you and Keigo climbed the hero charts around the same time both young, both exhausted, both needing a place to breathe. He wasn’t always this open; back then, movie nights were quiet affairs. But now? Now he was annoying in a way only someone you loved like family could be.
“Hey,” he said suddenly, tone softer, as if reading your mind. “Thanks for still coming by. Even with you being all boo’d up with Yamada. I thought I’d get replaced.”
You turned your head and gave him a look. “You’re like the brother I never asked for. That means you’re stuck with me.”
He let out a low chuckle and leaned back. “I mean, I am the hot sibling.” “And delusional,” you added.
He kicked your foot gently under the blanket and grinned. “C’mon, let’s start the movie before Yamada texts to check if I’ve kidnapped you.”
You hit play, the screen brightening as the opening credits rolled. Within a few minutes, you were deep into the movie. The bickering paused, save for the occasional snarky commentary whispered between bites of popcorn. Halfway through, your phone buzzed.
Hizashi 🎤💛:tell that bird brain to keep his wings to himself and don’t let him guilt trip u into watching one of those depressing documentaries again 😤
You stifled a laugh and showed the screen to Keigo. He squinted. “He still calls me bird brain?”
“Only when he’s being polite,” you whispered.
Keigo smirked. “Tell him I’m feeding you well. Spiritually and emotionally.”
You typed back: he says you’re feeding me spiritually and emotionally 🙄
Yamada replied within seconds: i’ll spiritually throw hands tell him next week it’s my turn to hog the blanket
You smiled, heart warm. Between your movie nights with Keigo and your loud, sunny mornings with Hizashi, life was more full than ever. They balanced each other out your goofy, dramatic boyfriend who always made life feel like a party, and your sarcastic, emotionally available bird boy best friend who made it a point to never let you take things too seriously. “Hey,” Keigo said around a mouthful of popcorn. “You know what this movie needs?” You raised an eyebrow. He grinned. “More wings.” You smacked him with a pillow.
As movie still played, but your laughter had faded. Keigo noticed the shift before you even said anything. One minute you were snorting over his impression of the lead actor, the next, you were silent curled a little tighter under the blanket, chewing slowly on a piece of popcorn that had long gone stale.
He paused the movie. “Alright,” he said, turning to face you more fully, golden eyes narrowing slightly, “that was a vibe shift so hard it gave me whiplash.”
You smiled faintly but didn’t look at him. “Sorry. I just… I was thinking.”
“Dont hurt yourself,” he teased, trying to coax your mood back up but when you didn’t bite, his teasing melted into concern. “Y/n, what’s going on?”
You kept your eyes on the popcorn bowl in your lap. “Keigo,” you started, voice soft, barely above the movie’s paused hum. “Do you think I’m… interesting?”
That knocked him back a little. He blinked. “What?”
“Like… as a person,” you said, now fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. “Am I interesting enough? Fun enough? Or am I just… convenient?”
The words settled in the air like dust, too heavy to ignore. Keigo stared at you for a moment, face unreadable. His wing twitched behind him, a barely noticeable movement, but one that betrayed his unease.
“Why the hell would you even ask that?” he finally said, voice lowYou hesitated, but then the words started pouring out.
“There’s this new girl at U.A.,” you said quietly. “She’s around my age. Been helping out with English classes. Hizashi’s been… helping her a lot. Making her laugh. Showing her around.”
Keigo’s jaw tightened. His mind was already racing, piecing things together. The sudden shift in your mood, the subtle cracks in your voice. And now this. “That’s how we started,” you added, barely a whisper. “He was helping me get used to everything. Laughing with me. Staying late to plan lessons that weren’t even his responsibility. And now he’s doing that with her.”
Keigo leaned forward, arms braced on his knees, watching you closely. “Has he done anything? Said anything?”
“No,” you said quickly, because you he has. well better put as he hasnt. shaking your head. “He hasn’t done anything wrong. Still affectionate and loud and obnoxiously sweet. I just… I see them laughing together, and I can’t help thinking what if I’m fading into the background? What if she’s shinier?”
Keigo let out a quiet breath, pushing his hair back with one hand. “Okay,” he said slowly. “First of all, I’m not gonna sit here and pretend that Hizashi’s not a dumbass. Because he is. But he loves you.” You looked at him, uncertain. Keigo’s eyes narrowed with something sharper protectiveness. “And if he’s making you feel invisible? That’s a problem. That’s not your fault. That’s on him.”
“I’m not saying he’s cheating,” you murmured.
“I know you’re not,” he said quickly. “But neglect? That still counts. And for the record? You’re one of the most interesting people I know. Which says a lot, because Im sitting right here.”
You let out a small laugh, wiping under your eye with your sleeve. “I just feel stupid for being jealous,” you admitted. “She’s nice. Sweet. And I don’t want to hate her or anything. I just… miss being the one he lit up for.”
Keigo was quiet for a moment. Then, gently, “Have you told him?”
You shook your head. “Not really. I didn’t want to sound clingy or insecure.”
Keigo leaned back, exhaling hard through his nose. “If anyone ever made you feel like expressing your feelings is a weakness, I will personally dropkick them off U.A.’s roof.”
You cracked another smile. “Pretty sure Aizawa wouldn’t be thrilled with that.”
“He’d help me sweep the sidewalk after.” The mood softened a little. You reached for another handful of popcorn, more out of habit than appetite. Keigo’s voice dropped again, softer now. “You’re not invisible. You’re not convenient. You’re the kind of person people remember loud or quiet, shining or tired.”
That drew a real laugh out of you, even if it was a little watery. You leaned your head on Keigo’s shoulder, and for once, he didn’t tease or wiggle away. His wing gently wrapped around your back like a soft, protective cloak. “I’ll talk to him,” you said after a pause. “I don’t want to assume the worst. I just needed to… say it out loud first.”
Keigo nodded. “Good. And if he brushes you off, I will fight him.”
“…You’d lose.”
He scoffed. “Please. hes an old man.”
You smiled against his shoulder. Keigo didn’t press play again. He just sat there, letting you rest, warm and quiet beneath his wing because sometimes, the best kind of support was saying nothing at all.
♬.ᐟ U.A. was as eccentric as ever. You navigated the halls in your pro hero outfit, arms full of papers Aizawa had trusted you with, the thick stack balanced precariously against your hip as your boots echoed softly across the floor. You were technically helping him with his homeroom class today grading patrol logs, organizing feedback reports, and occasionally stepping in to keep Mineta from launching himself across the room. It was busy, but it kept your mind focused. Mostly. You rounded a corner, adjusting the papers in your arms, and froze when you spotted a familiar blonde just ahead.
Hizashi.
He was standing near the staff lounge, sunglasses pushed up into his hair, chatting animatedly with one of the teaching assistants. You immediately recognized her the new girl. The one you’d mentioned to Keigo. The one who always seemed to find her way into Hizashi’s orbit. She laughed at something he said, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. Hizashi grinned, gesturing with his hands as he spoke, always expressive. Always magnetic. Your stomach twisted, just a little. You lingered for a moment, letting your gaze flick between them. Then, casually calm, composed you made your way over, weaving between students and away from Aizawa’s sharp line of sight. You timed your approach when the hallway cleared just enough for a brief moment of privacy.
Your voice was low, playful flirty in a way you’d mastered just for these little moments.
“Hey, stranger,” you murmured, brushing your shoulder against his. “You ready for tonight?”
Hizashi turned to you with that familiar, blinding smile one that normally made you feel like the sun was looking right at you. But this time… it dimmed. He chuckled lightly, but it lacked the warmth. It was more muscle memory than feeling. “Ah… about that.” You straightened slightly. He rubbed the back of his neck, his sunglasses sliding down as he avoided your eyes. “I gotta cancel.”
“…Oh.”
“She uh,” he gestured vaguely down the hall, “the new girl. She’s still getting settled in. There’s a bunch of paperwork, and she’s shadowing the afternoon classes. Nezu asked me to help. It’ll probably run late.”
Your arms tightened around the stack of papers. “Right,” you said, trying to keep it breezy. “Makes sense. You’re her mentor, after all.”
He smiled apologetically. “We’ll reschedule, promise.”
You nodded once. “Of course. Not a big deal.”
But something in your chest folded in on itself.
You shifted your weight and gave him a small, strained smile. “You’ve, uh… been cancelling a lot lately.”
It wasn’t meant to come out bitter but it did. Hizashi’s smile froze for half a beat before it dropped entirely. He let out a soft breath through his nose and stepped back just slightly, folding his arms. “Is that what this is about?”
You blinked. “What?”
He shook his head, jaw tight. “I’m sorry I’m not on your schedule, Lumine. Things come up. Students, emergencies life. You of all people should get that.”
That one stung. More than you expected.Your mouth opened, but the words stuck.
“I do get that,” you said, quieter now.
His eyes flicked to you, fast and unreadable. He clicked his tongue once, then looked away, a humorless smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “You really think that? After everything?”
“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I’m just missing you being around.”
He didn’t answer right away. He just stood there, expression tight, gaze distant like he was debating whether it was worth arguing. Finally, he said, “Look, if a couple cancelled plans are enough to make you question where we stand, maybe you’ve already decided.”
That twisted your stomach into knots. You wanted to fire back I haven’t decided anything. You wanted him to see through the front and into the ache underneath it all. But you didn’t say any of that. You just took a shallow breath and smiled like a pro hero should. “Good luck with your mentee, Present Mic.”
You didn’t wait for a response. You turned on your heel, each step deliberate as you disappeared into the corridor again. You kept your back straight, your jaw set. The papers in your arms dug into your ribs, sharp and unrelenting. You didn’t argue. Didn’t ask him to stay. You knew how much he valued being helpful, how much he thrived when people needed him. You wouldn’t be the one to make him feel guilty for that. You never had been. You made it halfway down the hall before you had to blink back something hot and helpless from your eyes.
You were still you Y/n or rather pro hero Lumine, pillar of strength. But for once, you didn’t feel all that strong.
The classroom door clicked shut behind you with a soft thud, muting the hallway noise but not the ache in your chest. You took a slow breath, papers still in hand, and walked over to the desk at the front where Aizawa sat, typing something on his laptop with his usual half awake expression. He glanced up briefly, his sharp gaze flicking to your face, then back to the screen. But he didn’t comment. He never commented unless it mattered. And right now, you were grateful for that. You set the stack of papers down and started to sort them silently, slipping into the rhythm of your TA work. The quiet only lasted about ten seconds.
“LUMINE SAN!!” A green blur bolted toward you like a missile. You barely had time to brace yourself before Izuku Midoriya came to a stop in front of the desk, eyes wide with excitement and fingers twitching like he was holding in a dozen questions.
“Can you PLEASE show me the Relay redirection technique again?! The one where you redirected that villain’s energy into a wall and then boosted yourself off it? I’ve been trying to practice but I think I’m transferring the momentum too early and OH what if I added a lateral shift ?!”
You blinked. “Midoriya,” Aizawa said from behind his laptop, not even looking up, “try breathing.”
The boy inhaled dramatically. You laughed, the sound slipping out before you could stop it. “Okay, okay,” you said gently, raising your hands. “One question at a time. And I told you to just call me [Y/n] while we’re in class.”
“But you’re a Top Hero!!” he protested, practically vibrating. “And your Quirk is so versatile I’ve been trying to calculate how you manage the energy redirection ratios without ”
“Lumine senpai!” Uraraka cut in, jogging up behind him, eyes bright. “Can you show me how you did that move where you redirected falling debris and used it like a springboard? You made it look so easy!”
“Did someone say springboard?” Kirishima called from the back of the room, his chair already scraping as he stood. “Yo, I’ve been wanting to spar with Lumine senpai since last week!”
“I WAS FIRST!” Midoriya cried dramatically.
You stepped back, eyes wide with mock fear. “Help. I’m being overwhelmed by enthusiasm.”
“Serves you right,” Aizawa muttered, sipping from his coffee, clearly unbothered.
You laughed again this time, it came easier. Even after months of helping in Aizawa’s class, 1 A still treated you like you were some sort of legend. Not just because of your pro hero status, but because you were accessible. Someone they could ask questions and train with, someone who never acted like she was above them just because she made it into the top ten before twenty one. They just saw you. Their hero.
You smiled and clapped your hands once. “Alright! I’ve got an hour free before patrol, so whoever wants to run some drills, meet me in the training room in five. Bring water and no Midoriya, we’re not testing your One For All output indoors again.”
He looked like he’d just been scolded and praised in the same breath. “Yes, ma’am!” he said, saluting with his usual enthusiasm.
As the students scrambled to get ready, Aizawa spoke quietly from behind his desk. “You’re ok.”
You turned, a little surprised. “At teaching?”
He shrugged one shoulder. “That too.”
Your gaze dropped for a moment. “…Was it that obvious?”
“To me?” he said, eyes meeting yours. “Always.”
You offered a tired smile. “I’m okay.”
He didn’t push further. Just nodded and sipped his coffee again. But as you turned and followed the students out, their laughter echoing down the hallway, you held onto one small truth: Even when your heart faltered… you still had a place. You still had purpose.
♬.ᐟ The classroom slowly emptied, its once electric energy trailing behind as the 1 A students filtered ou “Go get changed!” you called after them with a smile. “Five minutes, then training room! And hydrated, people I’m not dragging anyone to Recovery Girl again!”
“YES, MA’AM!” a collective chorus replied before they scattered like popcorn.
The second the door shut, a familiar presence stirred beside you. Aizawa. You didn’t look up right away you were too busy organizing the leftover papers on the desk, trying to keep your mind on something that wasn’t Hizashi’s dumb apologetic smile from earlier. But then a firm flick landed square on your forehead. “Ow!” You recoiled, rubbing the spot as you looked up with a playful scowl. “Rude.”
Aizawa, expression neutral as always, merely raised an eyebrow. “What’d the idiot do?”
Your lips twitched, but you played dumb. “What idiot?” He gave you a flat look. You cracked first, shaking your head and giving a soft laugh. “It’s nothing, Shouta,” you said lightly. “Seriously. It’s not even worth saying out loud.”
He crossed his arms, studying you for a beat. He didn’t have to say anything for you to hear it loud and clear: You’re not okay. You didn’t cave, though. You just glanced down at your boots for a moment and then back up at him with a tired smile. “…Kind of funny,” you mused aloud, “how in such a short amount of time, you’ve gotten weirdly protective.”
“Protective?” he echoed, feigning innocence.
“Mhm,” you nodded. “Looking like you’re ready to toss Hizashi into traffic.”
“I wouldn’t toss him,” Aizawa said dryly. “I’d aim better.” You snorted. He didn’t smile, but his tone softened. “You know I won’t push. But if he’s still being an idiot…” You looked at him. “…Punch him,” he said simply. “If you won’t, I will. I’d even enjoy it.”
Your smile returned, a little stronger this time. “You’re such a softie, Shouta.”
“If you tell anyone I am, I’ll deny it.”
“Your secret’s safe with me.”
He nodded and turned back toward his desk.
“You coming to the training room?” you called after him as you grabbed your things.
“I’ll be there,” he said without turning. “Wouldn’t miss watching you show up my students.” You gave a mock salute, stepping toward the door.
♬.ᐟThe soft light of morning crept in through the edge of the blinds, painting the bedroom in muted gold. You stirred slowly beneath the covers, warmth still tangled around your limbs as you blinked your way into consciousness. But the bed was… too still. Too quiet. Your hand reached out instinctively to the other side empty. The sheets were cool to the touch, already long vacated. And that’s when your brain caught up with your heart.
He wasn’t here.
You frowned faintly, turning onto your back with a soft sigh, staring up at the ceiling as your fingers reached for your phone from the nightstand. Maybe he’d left a message. Maybe there was a silly gif, or a “good morning, sunshine,” or even just one of his chaotic all caps texts.
But your lock screen blinked back at you in silence. No new messages. No missed calls. You stared at the screen for a second longer than you meant to. Then let it drop to the bed with a soft thud and a louder, more exasperated one of your own as you fell back into the pillows.
“Seriously?” you muttered aloud, dragging a hand down your face. It hadn’t just been this morning. For the past week he'd made himself scarce in all ways that mattered.
The silence in the apartment pressed down around you. It wasn’t uncomfortable exactly it was familiar. But… different this time. There had always been something between you and Hizashi. A current. A rhythm. And one of the key things that had made this relationship so easy so safe was his open, borderline excessive, communication. When you started dating, he would text you before and after missions. Call you in the middle of his commute just to hear your voice. Even if you were both busy, there was always a quick note left on the counter, a kiss to your temple before slipping out, a “see you later, babe.”
But this morning? Nothing. for some reason, that silence echoed louder than any shout. You forced yourself out of bed, tugging on your hero uniform piece by piece, tying your hair back and brushing off the creeping sense of disappointment. You were overthinking it. Hizashi was probably just busy. Or running late. Or forgot his phone charger again. Still… You found yourself moving slower than usual. Checking the door. The kitchen. The counter. Any sign that he’d left something for you. But no note. No keys missing. No trace of his usual whirlwind departure. Just a few dishes in the sink and his jacket slung over the back of a chair. You picked it up without thinking, holding it for a second before setting it gently back down.
Okay. Focus.
You glanced at the clock. You still had time before your shift at U.A. But you hadn’t moved to grab your bag. Or your water bottle. Or your shoes. You just stood there. The quiet wrapped around you again, a little heavier than before. “…Where’d you go, Zashi?” you asked the silence. No answer. You sat back down on the edge of the bed, uniform jacket and let yourself pause. Just for a moment longer. You’d leave soon. Just not yet. You could hear the faint hum of traffic outside the apartment window, the occasional bird call, and the steady ticking of the clock. But your phone remained silent. Still no word from Hizashi. The longer you sat there, the harder it was not to spiral. You weren’t someone who got clingy. You weren’t. But this wasn’t just anyone. This was him. And he never went quiet. Not with you. You blinked down at your phone again, about to toss it aside for good, when it buzzed in your hand sharp and sudden. You jumped.
Incoming Call: Birdbrain 🐤
You didn’t even hesitate before answering. “Keigo?”
“Good morning, sunshine,” Hawks greeted, voice bright, breezy as ever. “Didn’t think I’d catch you before your shift. Lucky me.”
“…Aren’t you supposed to be in Kyushu?” you asked, brows raising.
A pause. You could practically hear the shrug on the other end. “Got a mission down here later today,” he replied. “But figured I’d make a pit stop first. Y’know check on my favorite best friend before jumping into action.”
You blinked, a small smile tugging at the edge of your mouth. “I’m your only best friend.”
“Exactly! Makes the title more prestigious, don’t you think?” You let out a soft laugh, the first real one of the morning. It felt like exhaling something heavy. “Need a ride?” he added casually. “Wings are stretched, air’s fresh, and my back’s not sore yet. I’ll carry you like a princess if you say please.”
You snorted. “I hate that you know I’d actually enjoy that.”
“Of course you would. Who wouldn’t want to be swept off their feet by a pro with great hair?”
You glanced around the apartment one last time, empty and still. Then back at your phone. “…Fuck it,” you muttered with a grin. “Sure. Fly me to work, Birdbrain.”
“Atta girl.” You heard the whoosh of wind pick up through the line he was already in the air. “Be there in five,” he said.
“Bring coffee.”
“Already got it.”
You grinned. Of course he did. As you finally stood up and zipped your jacket the rest of the way, you felt something shift. The wind whipped past you as Keigo soared through the sky, arms securely around you while his wings sliced effortlessly through the air. You leaned back slightly in his grip, head resting against his shoulder, the city below a blur of rooftops, blinking signs, and morning rush hour. Flying with Hawks was always surreal. Liberating. Peaceful.
“You know,” Keigo started, voice raised slightly over the wind, “I seriously miss you on missions.”
You tilted your head to look at him. “You just miss me kicking your ass during recon.”
He laughed. “Exactly! It’s humiliating flying solo without someone smarter and prettier pointing out my blind spots.”
You grinned, letting your eyes fall closed for a moment as the wind rushed past your cheeks. “…I miss it too,” you admitted quietly.
He glanced down at you, golden eyes narrowing slightly in the light. “Yeah?”
You nodded. “Being out there. Doing real hero work with you. I mean, I love teaching the kids and it’s been good. A change of pace. But…”
“But you’re not built to stay still,” he finished for you.
“Exactly.” You let the wind carry your next words gently. “I’ve got a few more months. Then I’m back full time at my agency.”
He let out a low whistle. “The countdown begins.”
“Not that I haven’t appreciated Aizawa throwing erasers at my head like I'm back in school.”
Keigo chuckled, adjusting his grip around your waist as he dipped low, angling toward the UA skyline in the distance.
“Hey,” he said suddenly, his voice softer now. “When you’re back on the field… let’s pick up some joint missions again. Just you and me. Like old times.”
You looked at him, the wind tangling through your hair.
“Deal,” you said with a small smile. “But I’m still better at recon.”
He smirked, eyes gleaming. “Debatable. But I’ll let you believe that ” The two of you laughed, the tension of the morning lifting, carried away on the breeze.
Keigo’s boots touched down lightly at the front of U.A., wings folding behind him with practiced ease as he set you gently on your feet. You wobbled dramatically on landing, half for show.
“Wow,” you teased, “you didn’t even crash us into a wall this time. I’m so proud my little boy is growing up so fast.”
He gave a bow, hand over his heart. “Only the best service for my favorite pro hero slash part time TA slash caffeine addict.”
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t keep the smile from stretching across your face. The morning had shifted completely, and now you were practically bouncing on your heels at the sight of the building. In such a short amount of time it became your second home. Keigo noticed. He always did. “Someone’s excited,” he said with a smirk. “Look at you, grinning like a nerd on the first day of hero school.”
You bumped his shoulder. “Shut up. I missed the kids.”
He chuckled, but then his voice dropped just slightly, lightness giving way to something quieter. “…So,” he asked, hands in his pockets, “you talk to Hizashi yet?”
Your smile faltered just for a second. You covered it quickly with a dry laugh. “Jeez, Keigo,” you said, feigning casual. “We were just flying over Tokyo like cool anime characters and now you wanna get emotional?” He gave you a look. You turned away. “You wanna go grab ramen later or ”
“Nope,” he interrupted, stepping in front of you before you could bolt inside. “You’re not changing the subject.”
You huffed, an actual honest to god huff, arms crossing like a five year old who’d been told “no” at the toy store. Keigo raised an eyebrow, amused. “Really?”
“I’m not ready to talk about it,” you muttered.
“Why?” he asked, voice still light, but his gaze was sharper now. “What’s he done?”
You hesitated. Then shrugged. “He cancelled our date last night.”
Keigo blinked. “Seriously?”
“Yeah,” you said, eyes on the front steps. “Said he had to help that new girl again.”
“That’s the same one from the other day, right?” He asked, You nodded. He stared at you a moment longer. “So how many times has he rescheduled on you lately?”
You went quiet. “…A few,” you said finally. “Okay, like four? Five? I don’t know. It’s been a couple of weeks now.”
You didn’t mean to say that last part out loud. It slipped, like a cracked dam suddenly letting out a little more water than intended. Keigo’s entire expression changed. “…A few weeks?”
You winced. “Keigo ”
“No, no, no what?” His tone lost all its usual teasing. “He’s been ditching you for weeks, and you didn’t say anything?!”
“It’s not that simple ”
“Not that simple?” he echoed, feathers twitching behind him like they had a mind of their own. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to him, and he’s acting like he’s got something better to do?”
You rubbed your temple, sighing. “I didn’t want to jump to conclusions. He has been helping her adjust to the job and ”
“And what?” Hawks cut in, his voice sharper than before. “He's out here pulling the same setup with someone new and canceling dates like it’s no big deal?” You opened your mouth. Closed it again. Because he had a point. Keigo noticed your silence, and while his expression stayed hard for another moment, he eventually softened with a quieter sigh. “…You deserve better than being second place,” he said, his voice low. “Especially to someone who’s supposed to know how lucky he is.”
You looked away. “…I know.”
He touched your arm gently. “Just… don’t let him keep brushing you aside. You’re not some placeholder until the next exciting thing shows up.”
You nodded, swallowing thickly. The warning bell rang in the distance. You cleared your throat and forced a smile. “Thanks for the ride, Birdbrain.”
He gave you a nod, expression still laced with worry quickly throwing in a hug. “Text me if he does anything else. Or if you need a getaway flight. Or if you wanna get drunk and complain.”
“I’ll take you up on that last one.” You stepped away, boots clicking softly on the pavement as you made your way toward the doors shoulders a little heavier than before. But Keigo stayed at the front gate, eyes narrowed, watching you go. deep down, one thing was certain: If Hizashi didn’t get his act together soon, he wouldn’t just be answering to you. He’d be answering to Hawks.
The second floor hallway of U.A. bustled with its usual morning rhythm students rushing to class, teachers reviewing notes, assistants scrambling between assignments. Hizashi stood near the railing, flipping casually through the clipboard in his hands, scanning a few last minute lesson updates. It was supposed to be a normal start to a normal day. Then he glanced down and froze. There, just outside the front entrance, was you and Keigo.
His arms were wrapped around you in one of those easy, familiar hugs like it wasn’t the first, or the fifth, or even the hundredth. You were laughing, head tilted back slightly, eyes bright in a way Hizashi hadn’t seen in… weeks. Maybe more. Keigo said something, and you nudged his shoulder like you always did when someone got too sappy. It shouldn’t have bugged him. It really shouldn’t have. He wasn’t the jealous type. Never had been. He trusted you. But watching you down there with Keigo with someone closer to your age, someone who’d been with you through the grind of agency life and knew every beat of your rhythm before he ever had the chance to learn it himself it hit him in a place he wasn’t used to feeling vulnerable. He couldn’t look away. You looked good with Keigo. Comfortable. Natural. Too natural. He exhaled slowly, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek.
“Yamada san!” The voice snapped him out of it. He turned, quickly adjusting his sunglasses as the assistant teacher the new girl, the one who’d been shadowing him for the past month hurried up beside him, papers clutched in her arms. “I’ve got the updated attendance lists and the quirk progression charts you asked for!” she chirped, slightly out of breath.
Hizashi blinked. “Oh yeah. Great. Thanks, kiddo.”
She gave him a bright smile. “Ready to take on the day?” There was a brief pause. Hizashi cast one more glance down toward the entrance, but you were gone. The moment had passed. He smiled back at the assistant, all charm.
“Let’s get ready to rumble.”
He turned on his heel and walked down the hall toward his classroom shoulders squared, grin plastered on. But behind the tinted lenses of his shades, something flickered.
The clock ticked lazily in the teachers’ lounge, the midday lull settling over the space like a fog. The aroma of coffee mingled with bento boxes and the low hum of casual conversation. You sat perched on the edge of a table, half empty cup of coffee in hand, deep in conversation with All Might, who listened with that usual warm, encouraging smile. You weren’t talking about anything serious. Just stories old hero missions, students’ quirks developing, the chaos of balancing teaching with fieldwork. But you were laughing, smiling, leaning into it with a relaxed energy that hadn’t been there this morning.
Because after hours of stewing, reflecting, and repeating Keigo’s words in your head… something clicked. You were a goddamn pro hero. You’d saved lives. Busted entire villain rings. Been on high level missions. You were in the Top fucking 10 for a reason. And you’d been moping around like some side character waiting for crumbs of affection from a man who wouldn’t even text you “good morning” anymore. No more. You were done letting his silence eat you alive.
So when the door creaked open and Hizashi stepped in, voice echoing his usual “Yo~!” across the lounge you didn’t even glance his way.
You kept talking with All Might, laughing about how Mineta once tried to “spy” on the staff meetings by hiding under the table and sneezed so hard he gave himself away. You didn’t break your smile. Didn’t shift. Didn’t even pause. But Hizashi did. The moment his eyes landed on you, his steps faltered. You were radiant. Confident. That familiar glint of fire in your eyes, the one he used to love bragging about to strangers “That one? That’s mine.”
Except today, you didn’t even look at him. And Keigo’s hug from this morning flashed in his mind like a spotlight. He hovered near the coffee machine for a second, like he might approach you. Say something. Anything. But instead, he turned toward the worn out couch tucked into the corner of the lounge. Aizawa was there, dozing under a blanket he probably swiped from Recovery Girl’s office again. Hizashi walked over and plopped down next to him with a sigh that lacked its usual theatrics. Aizawa cracked one eye open, groaning. “You’re breathing loud.”
“Love you too, Eraser,” Hizashi muttered, slouching down, arms folded.
He didn’t look at you again. And you didn’t look back. You were too busy being exactly what you were: a damn powerhouse who didn’t need anyone to feel whole, especially someone who didn’t see your worth until someone else reminded you of it. The rest of the day dragged on with the weight of things left unsaid. You were professional, sharp, efficient, and composed. But everyone who knew you well could feel the subtle shift in your demeanor. Your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes, and your answers to certain people came clipped, short. One person in particular.
“Hey, babe uh, I mean,” Hizashi stammered as he caught up to you in the hallway, quickly correcting himself when a student passed by. “Yo! Partner in education crime! You see those evaluation forms I left in the ?”
You didn’t even stop walking. “Nope.”
His brow furrowed. “They were on my desk. I thought you wouldve ”
“I said I haven’t seen them, Mic,” you replied, a little sharper this time as you adjusted the clipboard under your arm. “You might wanna check the staff mailboxes. Again.”
He blinked, surprised by your tone, but tried to keep things light. “Alright, alright. No need to bring the villain voice out, sweetheart.”
You didn’t respond. You just turned the corner without looking back. It continued like that all afternoon. He’d call your name when you were helping a student your answer would be short, eyes not even meeting his. During the joint sparring drills between classes, he tried to crack one of his usual dumb puns to lighten the mood. Normally, you’d groan or throw a water bottle at him. But today? Nothing. You didn’t even acknowledge it.
By the time the last bell rang and the students were released for the day, the tension between you two was thick enough to choke on. Even some of the kids were looking between you both, unsure whether to say anything or stay far, far out of the blast zone. You were organizing the equipment closet alone when you heard Hizashi’s footsteps stop at the doorway behind you.
“Hey,” he said, trying again, voice lower this time. “You okay?”
Still facing away, you carefully set down the box of training gloves you’d been stacking. “I’m great,” you replied coolly.
“Because you’ve been… kinda short with me today,” he added with a nervous laugh. “Like, ‘Eraser without coffee’ kind of short.”
You slowly turned to face him, arms crossed now, brow raised. “Maybe I’m just tired of being an afterthought,” you said, tone calm but edged.
His eyes widened slightly. “Wait what?”
You didn’t wait for him to respond. You walked past him, the door brushing his arm as you stepped out into the hallway. “I have agency paperwork to file,” you tossed over your shoulder, not looking back. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure your assistant can help out.”
He stood in the empty room, the weight of your words slamming harder than any punch you’d ever thrown at him. And for once in his life Hizashi Yamada, the voice hero, the man who always had something to say couldn’t find the words to stop you.
♬.ᐟYour apartment was quiet that night. The usual rhythm of week night movie night at Hizashi’s place, takeout containers on the coffee table, his exaggerated reactions to every jump scare was nowhere to be found. Instead, you were wrapped in a hoodie two sizes too big, hair tied messily back, sitting on your couch with your legs tucked underneath you and your phone face down beside you. The silence buzzed. Your eyes flicked toward your phone when it lit up for the third time in under two minutes.
[Hizashi 🤘🎤]: Wait why aren’t you staying at my place tonight?
[Hizashi 🤘🎤]: Please just answer. One minute. That’s all I’m asking.
[Hizashi 🤘🎤]: I’ll come over if you want. I’ll just wait outside
You groaned, snatched the phone, and jammed your finger against the Do Not Disturb button. The screen went dark, and the buzzing stopped. For a few seconds, at least. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to hear from him. it just felt like it was too damn late. Now he cared? Now after weeks of canceled dates, silence in the morning, no “good luck” texts, no late night “are you home safe?” messages? Now, when he finally noticed your absence, he wanted to show up? You flopped back onto the couch with a huff, your arm draped dramatically over your eyes. The ceiling spun lazily above you, and your thoughts churned with every unread message he’d never sent during the nights you waited. One night. You gave yourself a single night away and suddenly, he’s reaching out like the world’s ending. Like he didn’t have the chance time after time to keep you close.
The hypocrisy stung.
Your jaw clenched. You didn’t want apologies. You wanted consistency. You wanted the man who made you feel like a damn priority, not someone who remembered you only when your silence became louder than your presence. Tired physically, emotionally, and of being the only one chasing you grabbed your pillow off the couch and trudged into the bedroom. No more waiting by the phone. You crawled into bed, pulled the covers over your head, and let the silence swallow everything else.He could talk tomorrow. If you were in the mood to listen.
♬.ᐟIt was an unusually sunny Wednesday morning as you strolled down the corridor toward Aizawa’s classroom, arms full of lesson materials and training schedules. Your hair was tied up today, your pro hero outfit layered neatly under a casual jacket, and your energy despite the stress of the past few days was surprisingly light. Probably because you had finally slept. Probably because you didn’t answer a single one of Hizashi’s texts last night. You were halfway to 1 A’s classroom when a familiar cluster of students came bouncing up beside you Ashido, Hagakure, Jirou, and Yaoyorozu, to be exact.
Ashido had that mischievous glint in her eyes. “Sooo… sensei…” she started, drawing out the word, walking backward just to face you.
You narrowed your eyes, instantly suspicious. “Mina…”
“We may have seen you getting dropped off yesterday morning.”
“By Hawks,” Jirou added casually, though the raised brow and amused smirk said otherwise.
Yaoyorozu chimed in politely, “It was quite the scene, actually. Very cinematic.”
“And very cute,” Hagakure giggled, even if her floating uniform did all the emoting.
You groaned, dramatic and loud. “Are you serious right now?”
Ashido bumped your arm with her shoulder. “C’mon, you can’t just land from the sky on a weekday morning with the number two hero and expect us not to notice.”
You snorted. “You say that like Todoroki doesn’t walk you all to school every other week. That’s way more suspicious.”
That was the wrong thing to say. “YEAH BUT THAT’S TOTALLY DIFFERENT!” Ashido squealed.
“Oh my god,” Jirou muttered, “I once saw him brush his hair back and three first years passed out.”
“I swear the wind only ever blows when he’s around,” Hagakure added with a little clap.
“He once said ‘good morning’ to me and I tripped over my own shoelaces,” Yaoyorozu admitted, cheeks faintly pink.
You stopped walking and stared at them like they were part of a cult. “…Okay. You all need therapy.”
Ashido grinned. “Probably. But we’re not the ones flying to work with Hawks like some high speed romcom couple.”
You sighed. “Hawks is like my brother. You know that, right?”
“Sure, and Todoroki’s like a school bus, but I still turn into static when he talks to me,” Jirou deadpanned.
“That metaphor was wild,” you muttered.
Ashido looped her arm through yours as you resumed walking. “Point is you looked good with him. Are you two ?”
You flicked her forehead lightly. “You should be more concerned with your combat scores than my love life.”
“Deflection noted,” Jirou sing songed.
“Suspicion level: Maximum!” Hagakure chirped.
“Honestly, I don’t even ship you two,” Ashido said, squinting thoughtfully. “But I’d still read the fanfiction.” You let out a laugh real and unguarded as you opened the classroom door and ushered them in.
The halls were packed with energy as students shuffled from one class to the next, conversations echoing through the corridor like a constant hum. You stood beside Aizawa near the end of the hallway, reviewing the updated training roster for the next practical block. He looked particularly grumpy this morning, but you’d known him long enough to tell he was more tired than annoyed. You handed him the finalized list, voice steady. “I made a few changes based on their last evaluations. Should be more balanced now.”
Aizawa nodded, taking the papers with a grunt of approval. “Good. We’ll go over it in the lounge later.”
You glanced over your shoulder as the doors to the second floor UA staff corridor swung open and that’s when you saw them. Hizashi walked in laughing at something, his voice bouncing with that usual exaggerated energy. next to him, just a step too close, was her. The assistant. The new girl. She beamed up at him, clutching a binder to her chest, clearly saying something funny something meant just for him. But then her hand reached out and wrapped around his arm. he didn’t move. Didn’t shrug her off. Didn’t even look surprised. Your eyes locked on that moment the contact, the ease of it. A strange tightening pulled at your chest, like someone was wringing the breath out of you.
“Hey,” Aizawa said, brow furrowed now as he followed your gaze.
You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. You turned before Hizashi even noticed you standing there, your footsteps brisk as you began walking in the opposite direction. Aizawa called your name, just once. But you waved your hand dismissively in the air behind you without stopping. You didn’t trust yourself to stay. Didn’t trust yourself not to show just how much it bothered you. Because that hand, that grip that had once been yours. And he let someone else take it without even flinching.
You didn’t even remember which hallway you turned into. All you knew was that your feet moved before your heart could catch up. One second you were standing by Aizawa, and the next, you were alone tucked in a quiet corner of the school, behind one of the lesser used stairwells near the staff garden exit. The morning light streamed through the glass, warm against your face, but it couldn’t cut through the chill sitting heavy in your chest. You stared at the floor, arms crossed tightly, your breath coming out a little too fast. Why did it hurt so much? Why did that moment her hand on his arm bother you more than all the canceled dates combined?
“Hey.” You stiffened. You knew that voice. Aizawa. You didn’t look up, not at first. Your throat felt tight. Embarrassed? Angry? You weren’t sure which emotion was trying to win.
His footsteps were quiet, but the low call of your name pulled your eyes up, just a little. You turned around slowly. Aizawa stood there, hands in his pockets, gaze steady. “What’s going on?” he asked, voice low.
You forced a smile. “It’s nothing ”
“No, it’s not.” His tone didn’t shift, but it firmed. “Talk to me. Not as a colleague. As a friend.” You bit the inside of your cheek, your vision blurring at the edges. Your tongue tried to find a lie, something to deflect, but it caught in your throat. Aizawa took a step forward and, without warning, placed a hand on your head. It was steady. Warm. Familiar in the way only someone who’s always been there can feel. “Be honest,” he said. “You don’t have to carry it all by yourself.”
Your lips trembled. Still, you didn’t speak. You couldn’t. So instead, you went off the only direction you could sideways. “I think I messed everything up,” you said, voice small. “I mixed my personal life and my professional one, and now it’s all bleeding into each other. it’s not supposed to be like that. Maybe I was never supposed to try doing both.” Aizawa didn’t interrupt. You continued, rambling now, unraveling. “ I’m just not good at balancing this. it’s time to stop pretending I can handle the teaching side of things. Go back to the field. Focus on patrols, rescues. Punch villains. Easy things. Clear lines. Nothing messy like… like feelings.”
You laughed dryly at yourself, wiping your eye quickly before a tear could betray you. He watched you for a moment, his hand still on your head, grounding you. “You’re not the one messing things up,” he said quietly. “And it’s not weak to want both.” Your breath caught. “But if someone’s making you feel like you’re not enough just as you are?” His tone sharpened ever so slightly. “Then they’re the problem. Not you.”
You didn’t respond. You didn’t have the words yet. But just standing there with his hand on your head and no judgment in his eyes. The quiet settled for a moment after Aizawa spoke, his hand still resting gently on your head. It was strange comforting, frustrating, and vulnerable all at once. You should’ve pulled away. Said you were fine. Gone back to class and pretended everything was okay like you always did. But you didn’t. Instead, you let the silence fill the space before your voice slipped out, brittle and unsure.
“…Why are you being nice to me?”
Aizawa blinked, not moving. “What?”
You finally looked up at him fully this time, brows furrowed, your voice tighter now. “You know what this is about. I mean c’mon. The only reason we’ve gotten this close is because I’m dating your best friend. Your best friend.” He didn’t respond immediately, but you could see the muscles in his jaw tighten. “I’m not your responsibility,” you said quietly. “You could just brush this off. Dismiss it. I wouldn’t even blame you.”
Aizawa sighed softly through his nose, the kind of exhale that said he wasn’t surprised you’d think that way. “I’m not dismissing you,” he said, voice firmer now. “I never have.” You looked away again, the sting of his sincerity making it harder to hold your ground. “I know Hizashi,” he continued, dropping his hand from your head. “I know he’s an idiot a lot of the time. But he means well. He gets caught up in things, he overextends, and sometimes he forgets to look behind him.”
You folded your arms again, your voice bitter. “Then why does it feel like he doesn’t care anymore?”
Aizawa didn’t flinch. “Because sometimes, when you care too much, you don’t notice what you’re taking for granted.” He looked at you directly. “It’s not an excuse. But it’s what’s happening.”
Your heart sank a little. “So what… I’m just the one he assumes will always be there?”
Aizawa didn’t answer right away. The silence was heavier this time. You shook your head. “It hurts, Shouta. It really fucking hurts.”
“I know,” he said quietly. You weren’t expecting that answer. You didn’t even realize how much you needed it until he said it. Aizawa stepped back, just slightly, giving you space but not walking away. “you’re not crazy for feeling this way. You deserve better than to be left guessing how loved you are.”
That nearly broke you. You laughed under your breath, but it was shaky. “Wow. Remind me why I’m dating him and not you?”
Aizawa smirked, and for a split second, you saw the hint of warmth beneath all that fatigue. “Because you couldn’t handle any grumpy man in one lifetime.” You snorted, brushing away the mist threatening your eyes. “C’mon,” he said, already turning. “Let’s go get some coffee. If you’re gonna rant, might as well do it properly.”
You hesitated for a second. But then quietly, and just a little steadier you followed him.
The teachers’ lounge was warmer than usual, filled with the low hum of voices and the faint scent of coffee brewing from the corner. You stood beside Aizawa, trying to act normal trying to keep yourself grounded. Aizawa was, as always, the silent anchor next to you, sipping his drink like he wasn’t watching you carefully from the corner of his eye. The door slid open behind you with that all too familiar whoosh, and you felt it before you even turned. That rush of wind, that burst of enthusiasm like it belonged on a radio broadcast.
Hizashi.
“Yo!” he called, striding into the room like nothing had changed. “Hope everyone’s awake because I’m here to make your afternoon ten times more exciting!”
You flinched. Just slightly. But Aizawa caught it. “Hey, Lumine,” Hizashi added with that same grin, voice lowered as he passed behind you. You didn’t answer, pretending to be too focused on the papers in your hand. He didn’t notice. Or maybe he chose not to. Instead, he turned to the room, plopping down into a nearby chair. “You guys seriously, my assistant’s picking things up so fast! Her English is practically flawless now. She’s practically correcting me! Can you believe that?”
You froze. Just for a second. The breath caught in your chest. The smile on his face wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t even directed at you. That made it worse. Because you had been practicing. You had been studying English late at night, trying to keep up not because it was required of you, but because you wanted to help him. Because it mattered to him. Because you mattered to him… or, at least, you thought you did. You hated how his words stung. How they felt like invisible arrows aimed straight at the spot you’d been trying to patch up. Your grip on your papers tightened.
“Oh, yeah?” All Might asked politely, clearly trying to make conversation. “That’s impressive!”
“She’s super sharp,” Hizashi said brightly. “Picks up tone, nuance, everything. Honestly, I wish some of my colleagues picked it up that fast.”
Your ears rang. You bit the inside of your cheek so hard it almost bled. And in that moment, all the embarrassment how small you felt, how stupid you felt for even trying rose up like bile. You didn’t want to cry in front of him. You didn’t want to crack in front of anyone. Your feet started moving before you fully realized it. But you didn’t get far. A firm tug pulled you back. You halted in place as you felt fingers grab the back of your jacket. Aizawa. You turned slightly, enough to see him staring at you out of the corner of his eye, still leaning against the counter, mug in hand.
The teachers’ lounge had emptied slowly, the casual chatter dying out as each staff member slipped out the door, one by one. All that remained were the three of you Hizashi by the window, fiddling with a stray button on his jacket, you near the table with your arms crossed tight against your chest, and Aizawa, who had just drained the last of his coffee. He exhaled a tired breath and stepped close. Without a word, he placed a firm hand on your back just enough pressure to ground you, to say he was there. Aizawa had already patted you on the back and left, muttering his warning “Remember, if you don’t punch him, I will.” Then it was just you and Hizashi.
You didn’t look at him. Not at first. He chuckled nervous and uncertain, trying to find solid ground in the minefield he’d helped create. “So,” he started, leaning on the edge of the table, casual and offbeat like always. “You and Hawks? Flying in together like you used to. Laughing. Hugging. Thought I’d need shades with how bright that smile was.”
“What does that mean?” you asked, not bothering to look at him.
“Nothing,” he said quickly, but that stupid grin stayed. “Just y’know, flying in together, laughing a lot, hugging in the courtyard… He’s always been close to you. Just didn’t realize how close.”
You turned slowly, finally meeting his eyes. “You serious right now?” He blinked at your tone, grin faltering. You laughed once, bitter. “That’s rich coming from you.” You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Well, maybe you should’ve been a little more observant these past few weeks. Might’ve noticed your girlfriend slowly feeling like she doesn’t even exist.”
He blinked. “You actually can't be serious”
“I’m not doing this,” you muttered, turning.
“No hold on,” Hizashi stepped forward, voice rising slightly, hand reaching but not quite touching you. “Don’t twist this like I’m the bad guy here. I’ve been helping a trainee. You remember what that was like? I thought you’d understand.”
“I do understand,” you snapped, whirling around. “That’s how we met. That’s how we fell in love. Do you get that? Watching it happen all over again, only now I’m on the outside looking in? Yeah, it messes with your head a little.”
“Are you even hearing yourself?” he asked, frustration creeping into his voice. “You think I’m replacing you? That I don’t care about you just because I’m doing my job?”
“You cancelled on me for weeks to help her!”
“She needed me!”
“So did I!” you shouted, and the silence after it was deafening.
You stared at each other, breathing unevenly.
Then you said it, quieter: “And then, to top it off, you go and say you wish the staff knew better English… Knowing full well I’ve been trying for months to learn. For you. To help you.”
He ran a hand down his face, stepping back like the words physically struck him. “That wasn’t about you ”
“God, you never think it is, do you?” you bit out. “But it always is.”
“You’re not the only one with shit going on!” he snapped, and it shocked you enough to shut you up for a second. “You think this gig is easy? Juggling hero work, students, helping someone new find their footing? I’ve been tired, stressed, and yeah I dropped the ball. But I didn’t stop caring.”
“You have a hell of a way of showing it,” you muttered.
He narrowed his eyes. “Right. But it’s totally fine when you get flown into work by Keigo, right? When he’s got his hands all over you, and you’re laughing with him like nothing matters?”
You let out a humorless laugh. “Don’t you dare throw that at me. You’ve known since day one that Keigo’s my best friend. I told you from the beginning, and I’ve never made you feel second to him.”
“Doesn’t look that way from where I’m standing.”
“Oh, fuck you,” you snapped, and there it was the final crack in your voice, the pain boiling over. “I’ve watched you push me aside for weeks. I’ve stayed patient, understanding. But the second I don’t jump when you suddenly remember I exist, now I’m the one in the wrong?” He looked away for a second just a second. You took a sharp breath. “You don’t get to be mad now. You had weeks to fix this. You said nothing.”
“That’s not fair ”
“It is exactly fair,” you snapped. “You don’t get to throw jealous fits over me and Hawks when you’ve been prioritizing a trainee over your girlfriend.”
There was a silence then one that felt like it had weight. Like it was pressing down on your ribs. Hizashi didn’t have that easy smile anymore. “I didn’t realize how bad it was,” he muttered.
“That’s the problem.”
You grabbed your bag from the floor, slinging it over your shoulder. “I need air,” you said, voice strained and low.
He stood there, frozen in place, your anger still ringing in his ears. His throat was dry. His hands hung limp at his sides. That wasn’t how he ever wanted you to look at him like he was someone you had to defend yourself from. You weren’t just upset. You were hurt. And it gutted him.
“Shit…” he muttered under his breath, dragging a hand down his face again. “What the hell did I do?”
“You acted like an idiot.”
Hizashi jumped actually jumped as Aizawa’s voice drawled from behind the couch. He turned slowly to see his best friend leaning against the doorframe with a look that managed to be both deadpan and mildly disappointed. “Seriously?” Hizashi said weakly. “Were you just hiding in here this whole time?”
“Didn’t want to interrupt the fireworks,” Aizawa said dryly, stepping fully into the room. “But now that the explosion’s over…” He tilted his head, gaze sharp. “You okay?”
“No,” Hizashi admitted, voice cracking the tiniest bit. “Not even a little.”
Aizawa said nothing for a moment, letting the silence do its job. Hizashi slumped into a chair, elbows on knees, head in his hands. “I messed up, Shouta.”
“Yes,” Aizawa said plainly. “You did.”
“I wasn’t cheating,” Hizashi mumbled. “I never would. I just… I didn’t realize she felt like I was pushing her away.”
“You weren’t cheating,” Aizawa agreed, “but you were neglecting her. And letting some new girl hang off your arm like a pet cat in front of your girlfriend? Real genius move.”
“I wasn’t thinking ”
“No,” Aizawa interrupted, “you weren’t” Hizashi flinched, the words hitting harder because they were true. He had promised. That night in bed, years of friendship turned to love between them, he had whispered that he’d never be the kind of man who left her questioning her worth. But that’s exactly what he’d done. “And now,” Aizawa said, walking past him toward the door again, “you get to fix it. If she lets you.”
Hizashi’s head lifted, face hollow. “You really think she believes I… that I’ve been unfaithful?”
Aizawa paused, one foot out the door. “She believes whatever you showed her was more important than her. What else is she supposed to think?” He looked back at Hizashi. “Figure out how to remind her she’s your priority. Or don’t come crying to me when she stops waiting around.”
With that, he left. Leaving Hizashi alone again with the ghost of your tears, the echo of your words, and the sharp realization that he had become the very man he swore he’d never be.
You sat on the low stone ledge near the far side, legs lazily crossed, arms resting against your knees, and a cigarette between your fingers. The familiar burn in your lungs wasn’t comforting. Not really. But it was something. The crack of the courtyard door opening didn’t startle you. You didn’t even turn your head when you heard the familiar footsteps louder than necessary, like always. He wasn’t sneaking up on you. But he was hesitating.
“I thought you quit,” Hizashi’s voice said softly behind you.
You took a long drag instead of answering. The cherry tip glowed brightly, and when you exhaled, the smoke curled upward toward the slowly darkening sky. You didn’t look at him. Not yet. “Yeah?” you muttered, eyes still focused on the horizon. “I didnt know you cared.” Your voice was flat, not accusatory but sharp all the same. It cut more than you probably intended.
He flinched. There was a beat of silence, heavy and filled with unsaid words. Then Hizashi took a slow, cautious step closer. You could hear the way his breath hitched, how he struggled for something anything to say that wouldn’t just make it worse. He didn’t find it. So instead, without asking, he came up behind you and slowly wrapped his arms around your shoulders.
His warmth bled through the tension in your back. His cheek brushed the top of your head, breath stirring strands of your hair. His hands didn’t grip you tightly he wasn’t holding you hostage. He was holding you like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go. You didn’t move. You just stared out into the sky, eyes glassy and blank. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
You didn’t reply. Not right away. Eventually, your cigarette burned down, and you flicked the butt into the gravel. “Don’t say sorry if you’re just gonna do it again,” you said quietly. “We are barely new, how am I supposed to know its true”
He let the words sink in, and for once… he didn’t rush to defend himself. He didn’t pull away either. He just stood there, arms around you like he was still hoping you’d lean back into him again. Hoping that this wasn’t the end. That your silence was only temporary. “I don’t know why I made you feel that way,” Hizashi said after a long moment. “But I believe you when you say I did.”
You finally tilted your head, enough to glance at him from the corner of your eye. The look on his face was miserable eyes rimmed red, lips pressed into a thin, regretful line. You sighed, voice rasping from the smoke. “I didn’t want to light one. Just… felt like if I didn’t do something, I was gonna explode.”
“I should’ve been there before it got to that point.”
“Yeah,” you muttered, turning back to the horizon.
His arms tightened just a bit, and you didn’t stop him. You didn’t know how long you two stood there. His arms were still wrapped around your shoulders, but you hadn’t leaned into them. Not yet. You weren’t ready. He was warm familiar. But familiarity didn’t erase what had happened. Not this time.
Your voice broke the silence again, quiet and tired, with something bitter tangled between the words. “Why did you let it get to this point?”
Hizashi stiffened, just barely, but you felt it. “I mean…” you continued, your gaze still cast toward the purpling horizon, “I never hid anything from you. When I worked with Keigo, when I spent time around other people I always kept you in the loop. I never gave you a reason to doubt me.” He didn’t say anything, so you pushed forward, the words thick in your throat now. “But then she shows up and suddenly I’m… background noise? Like the only difference between me and her is that I made the effort. And it didn’t even matter.”
Hizashi’s arms dropped away from your shoulders. Not because he was pulling away but because what you said landed too hard. He stepped around to face you now, his expression full of something raw and unfamiliar. His mouth parted, trying to find something to say anything to fight back with. But he didn’t have it. “I…” he began, then faltered. “I didn’t mean to forget you.”
“That’s the thing,” you whispered. “You didn’t forget. You chose not to see me.”
That stung him more than anything you’d said. His eyes dropped to the ground as his hand dragged through his hair, pushing his sunglasses up into his forehead. “I thought I was just busy. You know?” he said, his voice shaky. “I kept telling myself that. That I had a lot on my plate, that she needed help, that things would go back to normal. But… I wasn’t that busy.” You watched him watched the guilt crawl over every inch of his face like a slow, crushing weight. “I don’t know why I didn’t check in with you. Why I didn’t stop to notice how far we were drifting,” he said. “I was so used to you being there. To us just… working.”
You looked down at your hands, arms crossed now over your chest like a barrier. “That’s the thing, Zashi. You didn’t even notice when I wasn’t anymore.”
He flinched. “I thought you were fine,” he murmured.
You laughed, bitter and hollow. “You hoped I was fine. There’s a difference.” The wind picked up around you both, ruffling your hair. You shoved your hands into your jacket pockets, jaw tight. “I know I’m not perfect,” you said, quieter now. “I know I get emotional and I overthink and maybe I even get a little jealous sometimes. But I try. I tried so damn hard. And it just felt like… the second someone shiny and new came along, all of that meant nothing.”
“I never meant to make you feel like you were replaceable,” Hizashi said, his voice cracking around the edges. “Because you’re not. You never have been.”
You finally looked him in the eyes, and his heart ached at what he saw there. “I used to believe that,” you whispered.
Hizashi reached out like he wanted to hold your hand. You didn’t move. Not yet. He just stood there, heart in pieces, wondering how the hell he let the best thing in his life feel forgotten. His silence had stretched too long, and your chest hurt from how hard you were holding everything in.
So you said it. You just let it fall out. “I’ve been thinking about moving back to Kyushu.” Hizashi’s head snapped up. His eyes searched yours instantly, like maybe he didn’t hear you right. “I don’t know if I can keep doing this,” you continued, voice barely steady. “Teaching. Trying to build something here when everything feels so messy. And painful.” He stared at you in stunned disbelief. “That was my dream, y’know?” You tried to laugh but it cracked in the middle. “Helping kids, being here, standing beside you guys and showing students there’s more to being a hero than fighting.” Your voice dipped low. “But now, when I walk down the halls, I feel like a shadow of myself. I feel like maybe… I wasn’t meant to be here after all.”
“Don’t say that,” Hizashi breathed, shaking his head slowly.
“You think I haven’t thought about it?” you went on, sharper now. “Kyushu’s where my agency is. It’s where I started. I could just go back. Do solo work. I wouldn’t have to feel like I’m chasing something that doesn’t want me anymore.”
He looked wrecked. The words hadn’t even fully left your mouth before tears welled up in his eyes, spilling over as he took a small, broken step forward. “You can’t,” he said, voice cracking. “You can’t leave.”
“Hizashi ”
“No ” he cut in, his voice trembling with something desperate now. “Don’t don’t go. Don’t leave because of me.” You opened your mouth, but he rushed forward this time, taking your hands in his. “I’m the reason you’re thinking of walking away from something you love, and that’s not okay,” he whispered. “I promised I would never hurt you, and now you’re standing here thinking you don’t belong in the place you made your home.” His voice was a whisper now, heavy with tears. “I’m so sorry.”
You blinked, your own throat tightening.
“If you go back to Kyushu,” he said, “I know what that could mean. And I’m scared, because I don’t know if I deserve to ask you to stay.” You stared at him Hizashi Yamada, usually so loud, so confident, now trembling as he cried in front of you. “But I am asking,” he said, breath hitching. “Stay. Please. I’ll do everything anything to fix this. I’ll support you in whatever you need. Just… don’t go. Don’t leave me behind.” The silence between you throbbed.
♬.ᐟIt was the kind of morning that almost made you forget the ache in your chest. Almost. But not quite.After yesterday’s storm, today came gently. The first message you saw on your phone wasn’t a cancellation. It was a simple “Good luck today. I love you.” And that… was something.
You pulled your pro hero coat on, adjusted the hem. Today, you were helping out with the Big Three. As you approached Training Ground Gamma, where they were already warming up, the sight of those three familiar faces made your heart ease a little more.
“Hey, hey!” Neijire waved with both arms, practically hopping in place. “You’re our coach today?! We’re so lucky!!”
You laughed as she barreled into you with an enthusiastic hug, nearly knocking the breath out of you.
“Yup,” you grinned, ruffling her hair. “You are lucky my little birds.”
Mirio appeared beside you in a blink. “Since when are we stealing Hawks lines?”
“ Hey I dont have a thing yet let me build up” you replied simply.
“Youre too pretty for that, you dont need fun phrases to be cool” Neijire teased.
The warmup didn’t last long. You didn’t need to ease them into anything “All right,” you called out, stretching your arms as you stood in the center of the sparring zone. “Three on one. Real time decision making, teamwork, and pressure. Hit me like I’m a villain you’ve got one shot at stopping. Go.”
“Exciting!” Mirio grinned as he jogged up beside you, practically glowing in the sunlight. “Man, it’s been too long since we trained together. I thought you were getting all fancy and forgetting about the little people!”
You gave him a look. “You three are the most unforgettable students I’ve ever met. I’d lose sleep before I forgot any of you.”
Mirio moved first as he phased into the ground and launched himself up at your back. You twisted, touching the concrete and storing the kinetic energy from your spin, and when he appeared behind you, you redirected that energy straight into his gut with a palm strike that launched him skyward.
“Woah!” he laughed mid air. “She’s not pulling any punches!”
Tamaki’s tentacles shot toward you from the left, sleek and glistening with octopus suction. You dropped low, sliding beneath his attack, then popped up just in time to absorb Neijire’s energy waves with your quirk. You winced her spirals hurt but you ground your foot into the dirt, storing the force. “You’ve gotten stronger,” you grunted, eyes sharp.
“You told me to go all out!” Neijire beamed, spinning mid air for a second shot.
“Good girl,” you smirked, and then unleashed your stored momentum in a sudden leap, clearing her wave entirely. The field crackled with motion. Tamaki conjured hardened crab claws this time, clashing with the side of your foot as you redirected him. You weren’t sure who was more shocked when your movement launched him backwards into a pile of barrels. Mirio reappeared, this time more careful. He phased through a shockwave you fired and managed to tag your shoulder with a solid punch.
“Nice,” you hissed, turning with a grin. “One point for you.”
He disappeared again. Typical. Neijire kept her waves steady now, switching between close quarters spirals and long range bursts. You deflected most of them but caught a few on your arm, gritting your teeth.
“ just a little too slow!” she teased.
“You’ve been practicing,” you said through clenched teeth.
“I always practice when I want to beat you!”
The match went on. No one slowed down. The sun blazed over your sweat slicked backs, and every clash hit harder than the last. You were keeping up but they weren’t holding back, and neither were you. The fire in your chest that had dulled these past weeks now burned white hot. This this was the version of you that you missed. Not the heartbroken one. Not the uncertain one. This was the pro hero. This was the reason you were still here. The match kept going, the four of you now panting between hits. Neijire’s hands glowed bright, Tamaki was shifting forms faster, and Mirio finally looked serious.
You cracked your knuckles. “One more round.” You smiled, eyes glinting. “Let’s go.”
None of you noticed the figure that entered the observation booth above the field. Leaning silently against the railing, Hizashi Yamadastood watching, his usual boisterous presence replaced by a quieter approach and he was staring only at you.
You were electric. He saw the way you danced through the fight, not just surviving the storm but bending it around you. You met Neijire’s blast with a redirected spiral of your own, stealing her momentum and turning it back on her forcing her to adapt midair. You took a hit from Tamaki’s hardened tentacles and used the recoil to leap back into Mirio’s blind spot.
His heart beat loudly in his ears. You were incredible. His incredible. He blinked slowly, guilt and awe washing together in his chest. He didn’t even realize he’d sent his TA off to help a few of the other staff until moments ago. Didn’t realize that his feet had carried him toward Ground Gamma, guided by instinct.
But now that he was here he couldn’t look away. God, how had he forgotten what this felt like? Watching you be a hero. You moved like you were born for this. Hizashi swallowed hard. His chest ached.
She’s been like this the whole time, he thought bitterly. I just stopped looking. Below, Mirio finally landed a solid punch and you slid back across the field with a grunt but you were grinning. “You guys are holding up better than I thought,” you said, breathless but playful. “Still not good enough, though.”
“Are you kidding?” Mirio panted. “I’ve never had so much fun getting beat up.”
He smiled faintly at that. She was glowing. She always did when she fought with heart. And right now, she was absolutely radiant. From his vantage point, Hizashi didn’t make a sound. All he did was watch with aching pride, the kind that twisted around the parts of him still hurting for how distant he’d been. All he thought was ‘That’s my girl.’
You were holding your own hell, you were more than that. You were commanding the field.
A flash of movement caught your eye from the far side of the field. You glanced toward it instinctively, adrenaline still high
and your heart stuttered.
Hizashi.
He was there, standing at the edge of the zone, partially obscured by a support pillar. No microphone, no shout, no big wave. Just standing there, watching you with a look on his face you hadn’t seen in weeks.
It made your chest tighten. Your foot caught awkwardly on the edge of a cracked panel beneath you as your balance shifted, breath catching “ Hey, Lumine, heads up!”
You didn’t even get a chance to react before Mirio’s boot collided with your face. You hit the ground hard, eyes wide, air punched straight out of your lungs. Pain radiated up from your cheekbone. You blinked at the sky, stunned. “ Shit, I’m so sorry!” Mirio said immediately, “Are you okay?!” Before he could even reach you, another figure bolted across the gym.
“HOLY SH ! Y/N!” Hizashi’s voice cracked, panic laced through every word. “Move Mirio, move!” The blonde teen scrambled out of the way just as Hizashi dropped to his knees beside you, hands shaking as he cupped your face.
“Hey hey, baby, talk to me. You okay?” His sunglasses were long gone. His eyes were wide and frantic as they searched yours. “Did you hit your head? Can you hear me?”
You blinked slowly, brain still catching up. “…I got kicked. In the face.”
Hizashi let out a relieved breath, half laughing, half aching. “Yeah, sweetheart, I saw that.”
“I’m okay,” you mumbled, sitting up slowly. “Not my best moment.”
He touched your cheek gently, fingertips brushing over the forming bruise. “Dumbass.”
You smiled weakly. “You distracted me.”
His face shifted guilt slipping in with the edges of a smile. “I didn’t mean to.”
“I know,” you said, quieter now. Your hand found his on your cheek and held it there, grounding both of you.
Around you, the Big Three stood awkwardly nearby, exchanging looks and beginning to step away to give you space. Hizashi didn’t let go. He helped you up with careful hands, still watching your face like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. Hizashi let out a breath, shaky and soft. His thumb brushed along your cheek, careful of any sore spots. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to throw you off. I just wanted to see you.”
you closed your eyes again, let him hold you for a little longer, and said nothing. None of them moved or even breathed too loudly. It was as if they were watching a scene they were never meant to see, something so gentle and intimate it made them feel like they’d stepped into the middle of a movie they hadn’t been invited to. Hizashi was crouched low, leveling his face with yours, and his voice had dropped to something soft and warm that none of the three had ever heard from him before.
“You sure?” he asked, still brushing hair out of your eyes. “Not dizzy? Not hurt anywhere?”
You giggled, breathless but amused. “Stop hovering, Mic. I’m fine.”
“Lemme hover a little,” he murmured, smirking.
You gave his chest a playful shove, and he exaggerated a wobble backward, laughing under his breath before leaning forward again. You reached up, cupping the side of his face briefly before pushing it away with a grin. “Seriously. You’re embarrassing me.”
Hizashi leaned in just enough to nuzzle your forehead before standing up and offering his hand. “Good. Just makin’ sure my girl isn’t dying out here.”
Still absolutely silent, the Big Three watched the scene unfold like statues. You took Hizashi’s hand, stood up, brushed yourself off, and gave him a quick wink. He smiled back, proud and clearly still watching you like you hung the stars. The moment ended as quickly as it came Hizashi stepped back and gave the three students a casual wave. “Yo, thanks for not breakin’ her too hard. She’s got, like, paperwork later.”
Neijire blinked, looking like she’d just watched a unicorn kiss a dragon. Mirio gave a delayed thumbs up. Tamaki still hadn’t moved. No one said a word and no one would. But something in the air between them said. Oh my god… they’re dating.
The heat of the spar had passed, and the students were off in the distance now, still trying to process what they’d witnessed. You leaned into him slightly, your body still humming from the match, muscles warm and buzzing with residual adrenaline. Hizashi’s arm was draped casually behind you, fingers absentmindedly threading through your hair, brushing along your scalp with a soft touch that completely contradicted the whirlwind of movement you’d been doing just minutes before. His attention wasn’t anywhere else but you. His eyes were on your face, his touch grounding.
You let the silence stretch between you for a few heartbeats before breaking it with a quiet voice. “You know…” you murmured, not quite looking at him, “Just because you’re being all soft and knight in shining hero right now doesn’t mean I’m not still mad at you.”
His hand paused for only a second. Then he gave a quiet, grim laugh one without any real humor, his chest rising with a long exhale. “Yeah,” he said, voice low. “I figured.”
“You were…” he began, his voice lower and softer than usual. “You were unreal out there.”
You blinked, turning to look at him. “What?”
“You were amazing,” he said with a breathless laugh, eyes full of something warm and wide. “I couldn’t stop watching. You moved like… I don’t even know. Just damn.” He let his head fall back a little as if replaying the whole match in his mind. “How did I get so lucky?” he turned toward you, more serious this time. “I don’t want to hide this anymore,” he said suddenly, voice full of conviction. “I don’t want to keep pretending we’re just coworkers in public. I want to be able to brag about you to everyone, hold your hand in the hallway, kiss you whenever the hell I feel like it.”
You blinked again, a little stunned. before you could stop him or even try he leaned in, cupped your cheek, and kissed you. Right there, no hesitation. The kiss was firm, soft, everything you’d been missing from him in the last few weeks. this time, it wasn’t just a stolen moment. It was real.
“OH MY GOD!!!” Neijire’s voice echoed across the field like a firecracker.
You both froze, lips still just parted, glancing sideways to see Neijire bouncing up and down with both hands on her face, practically vibrating with excitement. Tamaki had clearly shut down and turned away in secondhand embarrassment, while Mirio just grinned and gave you a double thumbs up.
Hizashi groaned, but his smile didn’t fade. In fact, it grew. He pulled you closer, both arms wrapped around you now, chin resting on the top of your head. “Welp. Cat’s out of the bag.”
You snorted into his chest. “You really didn’t want to ease into this?”
“Babe, easing in is for the uncool and uncommitted,” he murmured, tightening his hold on you. “I’m going all in.”
Can you write true form Sukuna in Heian era x his human wife who started to hate and ashamed her body cuz she became chubby and her breasts get bigger and heavy with milk after give birth to their little baby girl, and thoughts Sukuna never love her and desire her like before, but Sukuna get more horny and feral after the change of her body and have sex with her to show her he still love and desire her
( Sukuna have chubby kink )
r. sukuna: precious things
wc: 2.8K
warnings: 18+, MDNI, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of lactation, breeding, creampies, reader gave birth recently (this is set a few months after the birth), oral (f receiving), doggy, sukuna and his many hands and mouths, kind of just filthy all around, lots of praise from sukuna
Sukuna’s four eyes watch you from the doorway as you feed his daughter. His eyes are narrowed, but not aggressive. You don’t notice him. All your attention is honed in on the tiny baby cradled in your arms, trying your hardest to be as good for her as you can. It’s all you can do to combat the creeping feelings of inadequacy that have been sneaking up on you since you gave birth.
Your body changed when you were pregnant, and it’s been hard adjusting to the new normal, especially the limitations that came with healing. You had a relatively easy pregnancy, but, even then, you still had to grow and birth a human. Sometimes, it’s hard not to feel like an alien in your own body. It’s easier when you can focus on your daughter.
The true darkness settles in when the little girl goes down for her naps. Sukuna’s been avoiding you. You don’t know if it’s because he’s repulsed by your new body or by the fact that you bore him a daughter. Maybe a combination of both. You aren’t keen on finding out, either, but Sukuna has had enough. He’s been playing a game of the most ridiculous cat and mouse with you for the past few months, and he’s intent on catching you tonight.
His towering form emerges from the shadows, and he looms over you. His presence isn’t menacing to you in the same way it is to the rest of the world. Instead of cowering when his shadow covers you, you feel a sense of safety. Well…you used to. Now, your heart starts racing, and you brace yourself for his scathing tongue to tear into you.
“My flower. There you are,” he murmurs. You slowly lift your eyes to meet his while you fix the neckline of your yukata hastily. He tuts quietly and scoops you up into his arms, effortless as ever despite your added weight. “We must speak.”
You know better than to try to challenge him like this. He’s being undoubtedly gentle right now, but you can feel the tension coiled into every inch of his strong body. His lower arms settle under you like your own personal seat while his upper arms cradle you against his chest. The sound of his footsteps echoes down the hallway as he carries you into your shared chambers.
“You have been avoiding me, little dove. I grow tired of it,” he announces after sitting down with you in his lap.
“I’m not avoiding you,” you mumble glumly, still looking down despite Sukuna lifting your chin. “You have not sought me out.”
Sukuna’s eyes narrow, and his grip on your chin tightens. “Nonsense. You flee from me every time you hear my footsteps come near. I will not have my wife running from me when she is in such a delicate state. I cannot tolerate it any longer. I have given you the space I thought you wanted–needed. And now you tell me that I have been avoiding you?”
You swallow thickly, and anxiety coils in your gut. Of course, you know that if Sukuna had an issue with you or your appearance, he would have told you at the very least. At the more extreme end, you’d already be dead. To hear that he was simply giving you space to let you recover…it makes something in your chest ache.
“I didn’t mean to avoid you,” you whisper.
“And yet you did. I would like to know why.” His words are simple, but you can hear the demand lying in wait underneath them.
You swallow down every excuse bubbling up in your throat. You know Sukuna can tell when you’re lying to him. You also know that things will be so much easier for you if you tell him the truth.
“I did not think you would wish to see me.”
Sukuna stares at you like you’ve suddenly sprouted three more heads, and then he starts laughing. It’s not his usual cruel laugh, no. He’s laughing like you told him the funniest joke in the world.
“That was funny, petal. Now tell me the real reason.”
You look at him weirdly. “That…was the truth.”
Sukuna’s face reverts to neutrality, and he stares at you for a moment. “Oh. That is a stupid reason.”
Your cheeks flame, and you stare down at your lap. Sukuna tuts and lifts your face back up with one big hand. “No. None of that. You’ve hid from me enough. I did not mean it like that, and you know it. Explain your thoughts to me. Let me remedy them.”
“I don't look the way I did before I got pregnant, much less like I did when we met.”
Sukuna stares at you blankly, his eyes silently ordering you to continue explaining. He truly doesn’t understand the issue.
“I’m bigger, Sukuna. Everything about me is bigger and softer, and my breasts are sore and swollen, and–”
Sukuna hushes you with a finger over your lips. “What is the issue? Everything you just described is absolutely delightful. Do you think I expected you to remain the same after carrying my child? I am not a little boy with a small mind. Your body changed to accommodate my heir, and you have grown all the more beautiful for it. You have never looked more beautiful in my eyes.”
“You haven’t…touched me since I gave birth,” you whisper. Embarrassment flares in your chest like a flame. Have you really been misreading him this whole time?
“My love,” he says as two of his hands cup your cheeks. If I laid a hand on you, I would not have been able to hold myself back. I did not wish to hurt you before you recovered from your labor.”
You stare at him owlishly as shame joins the embarrassment swimming inside you. Sukuna tuts and brushes his thumb over your bottom lip.
“I am not like the feeble-minded mortal men you have spent your entire life living among. Do not compare me to them. There is no comparison to be drawn.”
“You really don’t mind the way I look?” you ask, your voice a breathless whisper. Sukuna’s lower hands wander from your back, over your widened hips.
“There is no universe in which I would complain about you looking like a woman,” he murmurs. You’re never sure what to expect from Sukuna, but this tenderness in particular surprises you. He’s usually gruff and short, but there’s a look of wonder in his eyes as he takes you in.
“I will show you, if I must. It seems that I’ve been neglecting you. That neglect has filled your head with nonsense, so I suppose I’ll just have to fuck it out of you.”
Your breath catches in your chest at his words, but you don’t have any time to think before Sukuna’s lying you down and crawling over you. His sprawling form covers you completely, though his two upper hands keep him propped up. His lower hands are rubbing the curve of your waist tenderly.
“You are comfortable, yes? Do you wish for me to continue?” he whispers against your cheek.
“Yes!” you gasp. “Yes, please.”
A heady warmth begins building in your stomach as his hands trail under the soft cotton of your yukata. Months of not touching each other, and you’re both simultaneously hesitant and bursting at the seams with feral energy. It takes a moment for both of you to fall back into the groove, but suddenly Sukuna’s kissing you, and the world feels right again. His kiss is demanding yet attentive, honed in and designed to drag all of the doubts out of your thoughts and banish them from your mind.
Sukuna’s hands slowly remove your yukata from your body, pushing the fabric off your shoulders and sighing once he finally has your skin revealed. His mouth slides down your neck while his hands drag up your torso. Two mouths appear on his palms before they latch onto your breasts, licking and sucking marks into the tender skin. It’s enough to make your back arch, and Sukuna grins in satisfaction at the faint milky taste of you.
“This body…” he whispers between kisses. “Is beyond beautiful. It is sacred. Carrying my seed and bearing my child…staying strong and healthy…your name should be sung by the heavens. There is no reason to have any doubt when you are mine, petal.”
“If I did not want you, you would not be breathing,” the words he presses into your skin send a chill down your spine in their intensity. “If our spawn disappointed me in her birth, she would not be breathing, either. There is nothing to worry about, not when I provide everything you need.”
With each word and kiss he presses to your skin, the mouth on his stomach draws closer and closer to your mound. He’s got you right where he wants you: unsuspecting and lost in the feeling of him already licking at your skin. “I have tasted your blood before,” he murmurs as the mouths on his hand suck your nipples into them. “Why would I shy away from nourishment your body so readily provides?”
The sensation is enough to have you mewling under him, but the sound quickly turns into a ragged moan as his thick tongue emerges from his stomach to lick a stripe up your aching cunt. Sukuna groans in satisfaction and rubs his nose along your jaw. “I’ve missed that taste.”
Overly sensitive from your stretch of sexual frustration, your body squirms against his. Your arousal only flares once Sukuna’s fingers dig into the soft flesh of your waist to keep you pinned down. The tongue that emerged from his mouth is flicking over your clit rapidly, occasionally dipping down to tease at your dripping slit. The thick appendage is sloppy, spreading your slick and his saliva all over your thighs and mound.
Eventually, it’s not enough for Sukuna. It’s not as satisfying when he can’t have his face drowned in your scent as he licks his way through your folds. He hikes your legs up in the air, pushes them toward your chest, and sinks down between your thighs. A soft gasp leaves you when you feel him start nuzzling your cunt, rubbing his face along your mound slowly.
“I love this pussy, little dove,” he says before giving your clit a teasing suck. He then brings the hard line of his nose down to rub against it. Sukuna’s always gone feral over you, but it’s particularly noticeable when he’s got his face buried between your pretty, chubby folds. “Do you know that? I love getting peeks of her when you bend over. In fact…”
There’s no more warning before Sukuna’s got you flipped over onto your stomach. He hooks his arms under your hips and buries his face into your cunt from the back, immediately thrusting his tongue into your slick entrance. A loud moan tears from your throat, but it’s pressed into a pillow. Sukuna doesn’t bother pulling away from your cunt as he grabs a fistful of your hair to expose your mouth. It’s a silent demand to hear more of your dulcet moans.
It’s easy to oblige him when he’s eating you out like he’s starved for it. Your moans ring out in the otherwise quiet room, your only rival being the slick slurping sounds coming from Sukuna’s mouth. He swears that pregnancy must have permanently altered you because you have no business being this sweet.
He stays burrowed between your thighs until your thighs are shaking, and you’re grinding back on his face. “Kunaaa, please. Need your cock. Need more of you…s’not enough.”
Sukuna pulls back, and you can hear the wicked grin on his face. “More? And here I thought I was being generous…” He grabs a handful of your plump ass and squeezes roughly. “You really think you can handle more?”
“Hah-yes. Fuck, yes. I need more. Need you to fill me up, Kuna.”
Really, how could he ever deny you anything when you beg so sweetly?
“Alright, petal.”
Sukuna’s heavy form shifts once again, the mattress rippling as it accommodates his weight. He lifts your hips up a bit higher while another hand presses your upper body down into the mattress once again. He’s got you in a mean arch as the head of one of his thick cocks rubs through your puffy, sensitive folds.
“Mm-hmm. Look at you. You’ve never looked better, my flower. Well…” the head of his cock catches on your entrance as he begins to enter you slowly. The stretch of him is always overwhelming, but it’s even worse since you haven’t taken him fully in so long. “You look even better with your stomach swollen with our child.”
His lower hands grip your hips tightly as he finally bottoms out. His heavy balls rest right over your clit, but he stays still for a terrifying moment. His fourth hand grabs both of your wrists and pins them down above your head. “This is a very close second, though,” he growls.
His hips give a sharp snap, and you’re instantly crying out into the mattress. He’s all over every inch of you, and he’s filling you up so deep you think you can feel him in your lungs. You can’t even think with the way his cock is pressing against every sweet spot of yours simultaneously.
“Oh, petal. You’re already clenching so tightly around me. You really did miss me, hmm?” Sukuna’s words are taunting but not outright mean as he settles into a quick rhythm. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you reacquainted with me very quickly.”
Every thrust is perfectly angled to send stars dancing across your vision, and each one is accompanied by the beautiful friction of his balls slapping against your clit. Sukuna’s upper right hand keeps your wrists pinned above your head, but all of his other hands are wandering over your body, groping every inch of newly plush flesh he can find. He doesn’t shy away when your slick wets his fingers, and one of his mouth hands licks up a small dribble of milk that started leaking out of you when your nipples brushed up against your sheets.
You can actively feel your brain shutting down as Sukuna fucks you silly. His hips are unforgiving, and the arch he has you in lets him go so deep inside you that you can’t even think to be embarrassed by your stretch marks or the loud squelching of his cock rearranging your insides.
It’s not long before you start tightening up around Sukuna. He’s intensely tuned into every breath, every rush of blood, and every beat of your heart.
“Feel that, petal? That rush? That,” his voice is punctuated by a hard thrust, “is proof of how much your husband desires you, and this,” he brings the hand that had previously been licking at your breast down to suction around your clit, “is proof of how much he loves you.”
Your legs turn into jelly at the feeling, and all you can do is let Sukuna hold you up as you cum around his cock. A creamy ring builds up at his base as your body jerks uselessly against him. You’ve got pleasured tears streaming down your cheeks the same way rainwater runs through the gutters of the estate. He still doesn’t stop. He won’t–can’t. Not until he cums or until you pass out.
“You’ll let me fill you, won’t you? Let me breed you again…Don’t be shy, petal. You’ll bless me again, won’t you? Give me another little girl who looks just like you…hah! Imagine that…”
Sukuna lets out a low groan and collapses over you, his thrusts never faltering even as you cry out from overstimulation. “You’ll do that for me, won’t you? You’ll let me see you all round again, hmm?”
“Yes!” you nod frantically. “Fuck, please, Kuna! Wanna give you a family.”
Sukuna smiles against your shoulder as victory and satisfaction bloom in his chest. “Take it for me. Every drop.”
It’s not long before he’s spilling his cum into you with a few jittery thrusts. Once his hips have stilled, he gently lifts himself off of you and maneuvers you to lie on your back. His hand settles over your plush navel as he keeps your legs lifted.
“Keep this here for me, my flower. I will give you anything you desire.”
He slowly settles in on top of you, and he doesn’t protest when you press lazy kisses to his face.
“Never doubt how much I love you, little dove. There is nothing in this world I would not do for you. Nothing compares to you; no matter the state of your mind or body, I will always be here.”
all writing belongs to gojos-cherry-bomb! i do not own the original characters or the artwork pictured above. do not repost, reuse, or translate my work.
❝A thousand years after tragedy tore them apart, the immortal wife of Ryomen Sukuna lives in hiding with their cursed-born son. When Sukuna is resurrected in modern-day Tokyo, long-buried love reignites—along with ancient power, vengeance, and divine destiny. As their family reunites under the shadow of Jujutsu High, they must navigate past sins, present tensions, and the fragile future growing inside her. A dark romance of eternal love, reincarnation, and the monster who would burn the world to keep his queen.❞
cw ; mdni • 18+ only. contains explicit sexual themes and content. use of alcohol. hurt/trauma. smut . anxiety. death. graphic scenes
chapters
the beginning & past
the awakening
red thread
heir
renjiro
don't go
tenderly
agreements
first mission
zenin problems
family bonding
teasing & pride
missing
painting
new home
1000 years
How do you think sukuna would act with a baby girl?? The same as his son? Maybe a bit more soft since he reminds him of reader?
troublesome — ryomen sukuna x f!reader
a/n: i have something else in store for geto <3
sukuna never planned on becoming a parent, but then you became pregnant. he had two choices: kill the kid from now or let you give birth to it.
he spent a good couple of days deciding on what to do, until he finally made his mind and headed to your room, swiftly. there you were in all your glory, eyes snapping to your husband the moment he entered.
you smiled, standing up, “hey, sukuna.” then walked to him and placed a small kiss on his cheek.
he, however, said nothing and simply kept staring you down then he said a simple phrase, “the kid.”
your eyes widened, your thoughts jumbled, and your nerves were all over the place. still, you manage to get out a response, “what about it?”
he stayed silent, and it drove you over the edge. you needed him to say something—anything. will he let you have it, or will he kill it? he was never fond of kids, always killed them first in his raids. will your own child with him bear the same fate as the others he had slaughtered and even eaten?
is this a joke from the universe? you married the king of curses, and, therefore, your punishment is never getting to experience the joy of having kids? but even if he does end up choosing wanting to kill it, how will he—
“I will let you keep it.”
you never thought a simple sentence would induce so much happiness in you. you cup his face and start showering him in kisses, and you unceasingly thank him, “thank you, sukuna! thank you so much!”
he grunts, hand resting on your waist, “just don’t cause me trouble, and it better be a boy.” he takes hold of your chin and makes you lock eyes with him, “I don’t want a whiny, slimy little girl.”
and because the world loves him so much, he was indeed graced with a whiny, slimy little girl.
the moment the woman announced that it’s a girl, your face paled, and your husband’s frown could’ve never been deeper. his eyes traced every action that happened from the cleaning of the baby to the little girl being nestled cozily in your arms.
she starts calming down when she feels the warmth of your skin against her own. slowly, her breathing evens out, and she falls into a deep slumber.
the servants rush out of the room, leaving you, your husband, and your newborn daughter.
you don’t know what to do: do you speak first or do you wait for him to do it? you keep searching his face for any positive emotion, something that would give you hope and make you forget about his sharp scowl.
he puts a hand out and orders, “hand her to me.”
your heart fell to your stomach. there’s nothing you could do. whatever he decided on was what will happen. you desperately wanted to hold her for a bit longer and to feel her comforting weight in your arms.
though, your husband got impatient, eyes sharply looking you in the eyes, and he glowered, “y/n.”
despite your heart screaming and trying to resist ever letting him touch a single hair on your baby, you shakily put her in his hand. she starts huffing, puffing, and squirming in his hold. fearing the worst, you squeezed your eyes shut.
you simply won’t be able to take witnessing your daughter’s slaughter with your very own eyes.
you expect to hear a slash, a little thud, but you’re met with nothing, just a groan from your husband as he mutters, “she is small.”
you blink owlishly then stare at him. he is slowly raising and lowering the hand—an attempt to rock her maybe—that has your baby in it. then, he situates her against his chest.
he looks up to you and states, “she is also ugly.”
frowning, you retort, “that’s because of your genes.”
your husband quirks an eyebrow, “you’re balantly insulting me even after I spared it?”
“her.”
“same difference.”
sukuna shuffles until he is seated beside you and silently pulls you into his embrace.
you just took notice of how he is trying to avoid touching her with his nails and how his hold on her is rather gentle. the little girl lets out a small sigh then snuggles into his chest. her dad copies her with a sigh of his own then he grunts, “not a single word.”
a small giddy giggle escapes you, and you nuzzle into his chest in turn. he squeezes you lightly, before scoffing, “or a sound.”
later on that day, after you were transferred into the master bedroom along with your daughter, you’re left to rest in the expansive bed with your daughter napping in the crib right under the window.
you thought the light might give her some sort of comfort—call it a mother’s instinct. you wanted her to grow up in the light, not to be sheltered and hidden in shadows. who knows if these shadows will devour whole or not.
but you will try your best to provide her with a normal life.
as you start to drift off to sleep, you take note of a large figure standing in front of the window. he is blocking the light from sky—at least the one from the window above her crib. quickly, you are able to define its features and identify that it’s—thank god—your husband.
he has this sort of contemplating look on his face, a solemn look, maybe a bit troubled too. he keeps staring at the sleeping baby as she takes small and slow breaths.
she is fragile, he knows. he also knows that a flick of his finger will end her right then and there.
but he finds his hand only capable of gently caressing her cheek, and a wave of shock is sent through him when his daughter leans toward his touch. his daughter. he heaves a sigh and a frown is etched onto his face.
marriage au with sukuna where both of you have insane libidos and sexual appetite that at least once a week you get a family member babysit your kids for the evening so yall can have the steamiest out of this earth sex. the moment the children are gone you're tearing at each others clothes and messily making out and he's already bullying your cervix on the surface of whatever was the nearest piece of furniture.
and then when the kids come back, it's back to holding yourselves together again, giving only the smallest teasing gestures out of their sight, sneaking in kisses while they're busy eating, playing or sleeping. only offering mildly sensual touches that seem to linger for ages when the both of you have to be separate during the day. only edging each other in the bedroom, on particularly restless nights.
and you're gonna have to be careful to not get accidentally pregnant again, from the way sukuna fucks you like he wants to singlehandedly solve the underpopulation problem in japan.
summary: your sister married a man with the personality of a grizzly bear, not usually your style but when you get your own grizzly bear, then you get it.
c.w.: age gap (reader’s is twenty-five to late twenties, sukuna is early to mid-thirties). tried to be funny, I apologise. language. toji as an annoying big brother. very mildly suggestive. 3.5k.
a.n.: the way I got miraculously motivated to finish writing this part out of nowhere, I hope you enjoy this one because I truly did! ♡
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Why is Toji Fushiguro, expecting you, a baker, to bring prime rib to this family barbecue? Also, why is this how he wants to celebrate his five-year old’s birthday? Megumi’s birthday isn’t even until next month. And it’s cold?
What was his excuse? Ah. Yeah… Shiu won’t be able to come in December. Which you’ve responded with “And? The fuck does that have to do with Megumi? Why is that grown man expected at a little kid’s birthday party?” Your sister had to stop you both from speaking any further because you were getting on her last nerve. She also chastised you over your language because your nephew was in the next room over.
Still, you’re getting five kilograms of prime rib, as suggested by your sister because “Toji and his friends eat a lot.” What are they, bears? Carnivorous bastards. You’ve only met Kong Shiu, so there are more coming. If they’re like Shiu and Toji, it’s about to be an exhausting time.
One is called Higuruma Hiromi, the other Ryōmen Sukuna. You’ve seen the Higuruma guy at Toji’s garage a couple of times, but didn’t actually meet him, apparently he’s a big-time lawyer. The other friend you’ve never met, Rei told you he travelled a lot these past five years and has just finally decided to settle back in Japan.
You don’t really meet Rei and Toji’s circle of friends often. For one, they are older by a few years and all. And secondly, people are busy, you included, so there really was no occasion to meet them. Until this fallacy of a birthday party, that is.
Even Megumi, soon to be five, is aware that it is in fact NOT his birthday. He actually said, “daddy’s having a party.” That, right there, is the awareness that he’s being used as a pretext for grown men to gather and eat too much red meat. You told Toji he was being “such a dad” and he said “fuck does that mean” before he got promptly scolded for his use of the f-word in front of his little kid. You laughed at him, then also got scolded — you’re not sure why, but Rei said it was all the bickering.
The first thing you notice at the barbecue that’s too freaking cold to be had, is that there are no balloons.
Did the irrational organizer of this thing finally give up his pretext? You’re hoping, because you will argue with him about it again.
You bring in the ribs in an insulated bag. You had to contact the butcher’s shop a couple days before — as suggested by your dad, who knew the owner, so you’d get the best cuts reserved for you. You were also asked to show up earlier because the food needed to be seasoned. This all worked out with your job only because your boss happens to be your father. He also indulged Toji’s nonsense, and he didn’t “want to miss Megumi’s birthday,” which he was obviously not missing. You and your mother — your other boss — knew he wasn’t willing to miss good food and beer with the family.
By the time the very few guests arrive, you’re standing by your mother’s side, both of you observing Megumi. He’s used to this — being stared at by his grandma and aunt. He’s playing with the toy truck you’ve brought him as a gift, even if you’ve also bought him another one for his actual birthday.
There’s solely one other child at the gathering, because Megumi’s not really friendly with the kids at his preschool — and it’s also not his birthday. The kid’s name is Yuuji and he’s a very giggly little pink-haired ball of energy. And Megumi’s pretty much pouting at him, but he also seems quite intrigued.
You don’t have much time to observe the budding friendship because Rei drags you near her and Toji’s friends, when you notice this one guy. She says something about him being Yuuji’s uncle “Sukuna.” And really, you would have maybe joked or something, if you weren’t surprised by the looks of him.
Sukuna is tall. Taller than just about every adult man present. He is also built like a god, but you’ll keep that to yourself. You know this only because he doesn’t seem to be cold, opting for a short-sleeved compression shirt that clearly shows his bulging muscles. You didn’t know you cared for these kind of things until you see this man. Or maybe it’s the tattoos adorning his wrists, and the ones peaking from his neckline and the others on his face.
What the hell is up with this guy? What is he so hot for?
Maybe you’re looking a little too hard, but who can blame you? He looks like that. You’re trying very hard to look respectfully and discreetly but your sister is amused by this. When she introduced you and Toji, you sort of mocked her. Of course, objectively, he’s an attractive man. But he’s also huge. And you didn’t want to judge her for her choice of man — okay, maybe just a little — but he is a giant and not only does he attract attention wherever he goes, the difference between them also attracts too much attention.
To try and stay discreet in your gawking, you steer clear of Sukuna, choosing to stand where he doesn’t easily see you. But a few times, when you turn to just give him a little look over, you find him already staring back at you. Whatever you are chewing or drinking gets caught in your throat — it’s a very embarrassing display. You brush it off and turn away immediately, of course.
Eventually, you get bold because, come on now. This is ridiculous — you know it is — to be this bothered. And you don’t usually do this, but you’re going to because there’s nothing to lose. Absolutely nothing. Your bold move guides you to your brother-in-law who’s manning the barbecue at the time. Fortunately, his friends are assembled further in the backyard, where they can’t possibly hear what you’re about to say.
“Toji. I need to know if Sukuna’s seeing anyone. And his phone number,” you say these words between your teeth and very, very fast.
And really, the smirk that grows on Toji’s face when he hears you is absolutely sickening. Oh, he is enjoying this. This? Coming from you? The same person who said he was uselessly tall. Oh-ho.
This is pure gold to him. Fuel for teasing you for a long time. You do not like this face he’s making before he looks up towards his friend, takes a deep breath and does some stupid shit — as you should have anticipated. Maybe in another life, you two were enemies and the hate was so profound it followed into this life.
“Oi Ryōmen, my little sister-in-law wants your number, she thinks you’re hot-”
“You son of a bi-” you’re smacking your hand flat on his face and he cackles in some evil mastermind type of way. “I will end you! I’ll even help Rei raise Megumi, easy.”
You’re trying to reach for his neck so you can suffocate him, but one push of his hand on your head has you flailing away from him. You’re actually seriously considering convincing Rei to divorce him, you threaten between cusses, and really, he does not care for your words one bit. This is the funniest moment of his entire week.
Ryōmen Sukuna is most definitely entertained.
Well, he has been entertained since he walked into this backyard and saw you admonish Toji and Shiu for their poor choice of a date for a barbecue. He kinds of agrees too, it is early November, and barbecue season is well over and done with by now. He notices how you’re wearing a large jacket that goes all the way down to your ankles and how you complain, thoroughly, to Toji — and Shiu — who you threaten to blame if you get sick. He’s been told about Toji’s feisty sister-in-law before, and he’s glad to witness it firsthand.
He’s more entertained now with what his friend just yelled across the yard about your opinion of him. He’s enjoying how you frantically look around before turning back to your brother-in-law with clear aggression in your movements. He’s seen you on Rei’s Instagram profile in the midst of the numerous pictures of her son. He’s known you were cute for a while, but nothing more. But here you are now, pretty little thing with an oversized jacket that makes you look hilarious, and not willing to step down from a fight.
You don’t expect Toji’s giant friend to approach you, even after what just transpired. If anything, it only seemed like he was teasing you for the hell of it. When Sukuna stands next to you and you have to practically twist your neck to look up at him, you jump back in surprise. And for once in almost never, you have nothing smart to say. He was already hot from a short distance, but he is hotter in proximity. The smirk on his face provokes so much irritation in you, specifically because he is handsome.
The problem is how quiet you are. It’s true, you did ask Toji for information, but you’d have texted the man later, when he wasn’t staring you down — literally — and after you’d had time to think about what to say. And Sukuna’s very amused by how bewildered you are now that he’s right here, in your personal space.
“So, you think I’m hot, pretty thing?”
You don’t answer his question, because one, your jaw has seemingly screwed shut. Two, you didn’t anticipate his voice to be so sultry, and deep, like a low rumble. Oh, what the hell? There’s a split second where you think about running. Running away would be cowardly and odd, but hey, you could just pretend this never happened. And you’re about to, before he presents you his hand for you to shake.
Since you’re polite — and you might be grown but if your mother catches you being rude, she will yell at you at this barbecue — you take it.
You say your name way too shyly for your taste, but it will do. You also measure how much bigger his hand is compared to yours and how warm it is. He says his name even if you already know it, and smirks again, confidence oozing from all of his pores. A handsome man very aware of how handsome he is, how annoying.
You can’t make small talk with him; you actually clam up as he starts talking to Toji. And you slip away discreetly — or at least you try and fail because he doesn’t stop staring at you the whole time you’re scurrying off.
You go and ask Rei if she really does need a husband that bad and she’s fighting for her life trying to hold back her laughter when you recount the past ten minutes.
Later that day, after you get home and calm down from being majorly flustered by man — an embarrassing thing to admit to yourself — you receive a text from your dumbass-in-law.
Toji. 8.24 pm.
Can I give Sukuna your number or are you going to threaten my life again?
You totally refuse to address how quick you’ve responded to said message. Not even with yourself. Does it make you appear desperate? Maybe so, but if Toji mocks you, he better sleep with one eye open.
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There’s something about Sukuna you appreciate from the get-go. He does not waste time with push and pull. The first text he sends you makes you weak in the knees.
Sukuna. 9:16 pm.
Hey pretty girl, how about a date?
You enjoy how straight to the point he is, and the fact that you were awkward at the party didn’t deter him one bit. He actually thought seeing you flustered was an enjoyable sight. When you answer positively to his message, he decides to give you a phone call almost immediately.
You realize that perhaps you’re a certified simp the second you hear his voice through the phone. Why is it so deep? Why? Also, why the hell are you so attracted to him? He’s not usually the kind of guy you go for. You wouldn’t say you have a type, but big, buff, tattooed, intimidating, hot man, isn’t usually the type of men you frequent. And okay, granted, they’re not so common to either.
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Your sister is very obviously mocking you when you call her. Because five seconds after you’ve finished your call with Sukuna to plan your date, you googled the place — and it’s a fancy one, enough that they have multiple courses. No one’s taken you to one of those before, and you read on their website that there’s a dress code. The places you frequent don’t have rules about clothes.
Now you know what a dress code is, your issue lies in your lack of appropriate outfits. And you do have other friends you could contact, but Rei happens to have a husband who takes her to fancy ass restaurants every once in a while. The way he snickers on the other end of the call is abhorrent. And you want to cuss him out but somehow he’s Cupid in this situation and you are grateful for his help… to an extent.
Rei promises to go out shopping with you the next day, you’ve got a whole day before the date, it will be “easy-peasy,” or so she claims.
To aid in the process, she brought Megumi for a second opinion. He seems very proud to be given a mission, and you love to see him enthusiastic about stuff.
You’re five outfits in when you’re starting to get the idea of what you want to wear in a fine dining restaurant, but this is a fun activity, so instead of picking something and leaving, you’re making it longer. Rei’s also tried a couple outfits. As a consultant, Megumi’s not very useful, one, because he’s four — soon-to-be five and makes sure you’re aware of it — and two, because he only cares about his mother.
“How do I look, Megumi?” He eyes you up and down, like an expert and it makes you snort. You’re wearing an actual floor-length gown you have no intention of buying.
“Pretty,” he concludes with a nod, and you look at him with suspicion.
“Huh… who’s prettier, your mama or me?” And he doesn’t hesitate to enthusiastically answer “mama!” You scoff at this because Rei’s back in her regular clothes.
“You’re not objective at all, dude. Nobody wins against your mom,” in response you get a shrug and your sister’s laughter. She’s bringing her kid into her arms, peppering kisses on his face and calling him her “little baby.” She’s the only person allowed to still associate the word baby with him these days. Can’t win against Rei.
You end the shopping trip after another hour and with an outfit that’s elegant and comfortable. Rei did want you to buy something that showed your body shape while covering it, but you weren’t having it. Now, her choice was good too, but you weren’t bold enough for a first date.
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The date is going well, Sukuna makes you laugh and you’re comfortable around him. You don’t even mind that his hand has been holding yours for a long time, or that he’s been fiddling with your fingers. You don’t mind that he moved his chair to your side instead of staying in front of you. He smells good, and he looks good. You are utterly wowed.
You hate that your sister’s going to have a laugh after this — because you are so going to tell her about it. To her, you falling for a guy more extreme than Toji is very vindicating. She will also hold it above your head for years to come, as is her duty as your older sister.
Sukuna tells you about his job — how he restores rare luxury cars and resells them, as well as collecting them — and that explains the car he pulled up in to pick you up from your place. You had never seen another vehicle like it before, because who the hell goes around in a vintage car that obviously cost way too much money? Well, Ryōmen Sukuna, apparently.
By the end of the night, you are perfectly warmed up to each other, your hands are intertwined as he walks you to your door and when you stop in front of it, he gives you a look that makes a shiver run up your spine.
“You have work tomorrow morning, right?” He looks down out you, his proximity is suffocating you, but you’re enjoying it. You nod in agreement, and he sucks his teeth in fake-annoyance. “That’s too bad really, I don’t want to mess with your job. It wouldn’t look too good with the future in-laws.”
“What?” You let out dumbly, because seriously, what? And why is your dumb heart threatening to beat out of your chest right now? It’s been one day.
“What?” He repeats with a smirk, “I should let you go to bed, get rest before work tomorrow.”
And before he leaves, he lets go of your hand — not to step away, no — so he can grab your face with his own and bring your lips closer to his. It’s weird how the whole thing happens in slow motion, while also being way too fast. It isn’t a small peck and the way his other hand finds its way to your waist could make you lose control of your lower body. You take the kiss in stride, even if you’re very ashamed of the small whine you let out when he pulls away.
“I’ll call you later, brat.”
You feel like you’re ready to run a full marathon with the amount of energy that put into you, but you do the commonsense thing and open the door to your place. You do need a full ten minutes to collect yourself after that.
Later that night, Sukuna does give you a call and while you tell your sister about the date, you do not tell her you fell asleep on the phone with him. Way to embarrass yourself.
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About a year later, you agree to babysit Megumi for the weekend — to Sukuna’s dismay, because he would’ve have totally whisked you away to some faraway destination. And when you suggest to also have his nephew over so the kids can hangout — Megumi complains about how loud Yuji is but doesn’t totally hate the idea — Sukuna’s annoyed about it, but he can’t refuse, mostly because he can’t refuse you anything. That, and he does enjoy the company of the kids even if he lies about it.
“I don’t get why you volunteer us to look after these brats, they’re annoying as hell,” he throws one of the couch pillows towards the two kids sitting on the floor while Megumi’s showing Yuji dinosaurs with names you struggle to pronounce. The spiky-haired kid scrunches up his nose at him while the other pulls his tongue out. It’s funny how hostile he is to them when he’s bought booster seats out of his own pocket. He’d never admit it, but he loves Yuji so much and he appreciates Megumi — which you really love.
“They’re adorable, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you look at him, with a big smile on your face and he has the urge to kiss you breathless, but he can’t. He also can’t knead at your flesh like he’d do it if you were alone, and he can’tgrab your ass, nor suck on your neck for hours just for the hell of it. He’s totally complained to you about all of it before the kids got to your place and you laughed at him saying he can survive a weekend. You’re not wrong, he can, but he doesn’t want to. Now he has to settle for a lowkey cuddle on the couch, without shoving his hands under your clothes.
“You know what, we could make our own adorable brat and then have their parents care for them all. See how fun they find it.” He grumbles and you turn to look at him with your mouth agape.
“What?”
“What?” He repeats, and then proceeds to put his fingers under your chin and close your mouth.
“You’re not being serious, are you?” You try to gauge his facial expression, and he looks as stoic as ever. “Kuna?”
“As a heart attack.”
You just blink at him because you’ve both been talking about your future lately, after all you moved in together around four months ago, so this is definitely a long-term thing. You haven’t gotten to the children conversation yet, but maybe you should.
“At least put a ring on it first,” you try to say jokingly.
“Mhm, will do,” he responds and presses a kiss to your forehead before he whispers in your ear, “soon.”
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a.n.: I’m obsessed with modern! sukuna let’s be for real. the way writing this one was very on/off because I write 6-7 things at the same time or else I get bored sdfsdghjfj I hope you appreciated this alternate because I really enjoyed writing it!
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