❧ pairing: miya osamu x gn!reader, slight miya atsumu x reader
❧ synopsis:
miya osamu was never the one to compare himself to his twin brother. he doesn't care if his brother gets more attention, is better at volleyball or is preferred over himself but as he watches you with your arms slung against atsumu's shoulders, mouth kissing him passionately like he's some sort of drug, he wishes this once, just this once, that he could be the better one.
❧ genre: angst, mild fluff
❧ warnings: none
❧ word count: 3.7k
Ding dong.
The door bell chimes through the secured walls of the Miya household, alerting everyone present in the vicinity.
Or just one, Miya Osamu.
The tall athlete stops at whatever he was doing, turning to wash his dirty hands instead in response to the door bell, feeling the cold water run against his skin.
Ding dong.
Another ring sounds off and the boy reacts quicker. He dries his hands off with his clothes, rushing his way to the front door. Twisting the metal doorknob, the wooden door opens it's way to the outside world.
You jump at the sight of the gray haired boy, a dark blue apron cladding his muscular build. It somehow suits him, you think.
"Um, is Atsumu here?"
The high school male observes your demeanor, recognizing you as his twin brother's girlfriend. He remembers Atsumu introducing you to him very briefly at school, the class bell interrupting the two of you before you could add anything else other than your name. He didn't really have the time to garner an opinion on you due to that.
Finally taking a good look at your face, he realizes that you're an exact image of his brother's type. It's no wonder how you managed to capture the condescending blonde's heart.
"Tsumu's buying groceries right now, he'll be back soon. Come on in." Osamu recalls, his muscular back already turned back into the house.
You follow his footsteps, taking in the nooks and crannies of the room. The softwood wall matches perfectly with the white ceramic floor, the furnitures within the area complimenting the both of them as well. It isn't the most lavish house nor the most special one but it's certainly the coziest one you've been to.
Taking a seat on the white couch in the living room, your eyes lock on the high school boy a few meters beside you, occupying himself in the kitchen where you can see the countless utensils lying around, a few rice grains sticking here and there.
"Ah! Are those the new samples you're working on?"
Osamu stiffens slightly at your sudden question, turning his head to face the numerous rice balls you were talking about.
"Yeah, I guess you heard from Tsumu?"
Giving him a sheepish smile and a slight nod from your head, you continue on your conversation with the light haired male.
"That's right..." You stop, contemplating whether or not you should say the next few words.
"He wasn't quiet happy with your decision, after all."
Osamu can't help but scoff lightly as a corner of his mouth twitches up in disdain, the glass plate that he was previously washing completely ignored, water gliding down the surface and to the drain.
"Sure he wasn't. Nobody was."
Osamu hates the fact that he could feel his own chest tightening, his words littered with a hint of stubbornness and... hurt?
Hurt. That's what he felt when his brother ridiculed his decision, when his parents gave him doubtful looks about his plans, when even his fangirls begged him to keep doing volleyball. It was as if the whole world was against him pursuing his passionー
"Well, I personally think that you made a great choice."
The whole world except you.
"Oi Tsumu, give these a taste!"
The young boy yells from a distance, making his way to the room beside his, a plate of filling rice balls in one hand and a glass of water in the other.
He doesn't know what changed or how it happened but his twin have been unusually supportive of his passion as of late, agreeing to support and help however he can.
Not taking any of his rare kindness for granted, Osamu constantly feeds his brother unhealthy amount of rice balls each day, asking for his thoughts and opinions.
Today was no exception.
Pushing the door handle with his elbow, he opens the door with a push of his body, careful not to spill the water nor the food he's holding.
Grey eyes immediately widens slightly as they are met with an unexpected visitor, their legs tangled up with another's as they try to wriggle their way out of the other boy's grasp.
Your cheerful laughter cuts short as you notice the young male in front of you. Putting the tickle war that happened just moments before to a stop, you give Atsumu who is hovering you a push, causing him to notice the said man as well.
"Sorry for disturbing, I'll-"
"Don't fret it, are those for us?" You give out a kind smile, waving your hands to shake off the boy's apology.
Osamu nods his head in uncertainty, eyes glancing towards his brother only to see a displeased look befalling him, probably from the disturbance of he and his girlfriend's time together. An uncomfortable feeling settle into his chest, making him regret his decision of barging into the room even more.
"I'm not eating any, I've been eating those for three days straight now."
Standing up from the sturdy bed you've been sitting on, you take the ball of rice made by the boy, one for yourself and one for your sulking boyfriend.
"Now, now, one more can't hurt." You say cheerfully, practically shoving the dish to the boy's face. Atsumu frowns to which you reply with what looks like an innocent smile, prompting the blonde to sigh in defeat and snatch the rice ball from your hand.
Seeing him take a huge bite of the triangular rice, you smirk smugly before giving yourself a mouthful bite as well.
Osamu stands still awkwardly as he watches the two of you dive into the meal, observing any slight change in expression on your face.
"This is the best you've made so far." Atsumu states, taking more and more bites despite his earlier reluctance.
You bob your head in agreement, eyes widening in shock at how well all the flavors mesh together.
"Itsch rweally gud!" You try to exclaim, words slightly muffled due to the amount of food occupying your mouth.
The small amount of nervousness in his body disappears completely when he's met with nothing but positive remarks, pride slowly welling up in exchange.
Seeing the elated look and chubby cheeks from your face, Osamu can't help but feel his own mouth curling into a soft smile.
You find yourself visiting the two siblings much more often now.
What used to be just the two of you became three, Osamu appearing more and more frequently in between the dates you and your boyfriend shared.
Silent movie nights turns into popcorn fights and unprofessional reviews, dinner with takeouts into massive taste tests of various riceballs.
It's a change that you nor Atsumu minds, honestly. He's glad that he could spend his time with two of his most favourite people while you're just happy to gain a new friend.
Ringing the melodious doorbell you've heard more and more of lately, you patiently wait for the recipient from the other side, swinging your feet back and forth as you stare at the white painted door.
It only takes a couple of seconds before a tall figure came to view, thick eyebrows lowered into a quizzical frown.
Osamu was for sure not expecting you to be at the front of his doorsteps when he opened the door, smiling at him innocently like you're supposed to be here.
It would've been okay if things were under different conditions.
If his twin, Miya Atsumu was actually home. Did you not know? Did he not tell you? He really couldn't believe that his brother would leave you without informing you about the youth camp. Just how ignorant could he be?
"Tsumu's not home."
"I know that?" You give him a matter-of-fact look, tilting your head in confusion.
More questions fill the boy's mind as he wonders about the reason of your visit. You never really came unless you were accompanied by your boyfriend so what was your point in coming when he's away? It couldn't be for his parents, you and Tsumu weren't at that level yet and of course, it couldn't be for him, you guys never really talked unless it was with the presence of his brother (much to his disappoinment). The two of you settle with friendly smiles and subtle waves instead whenever you passed by each other at school.
Choosing to squeeze pass the still boy instead of waiting for him to let you in, you invite yourself into the spacious house, the white walls you've grown familiar with welcoming you warmly.
"Can a person not spend time with a dear friend without their boyfriend?" You ask rhetorically, turning back to give your gray haired buddy an enticing smile as you raise the bag of store-bought rice balls in your hand.
If Osamu had known that letting you in that day would result to the constant pain eating at his chest, aching at every sight of you, he would've prevented you at all cost.
The unspoken boundary between you and Osamu was crossed the moment you spent your entire day in the boy's presence. The two of you were no longer threading the thin line between friendly gestures and close actions, already passing beyond that awkward phase.
Within the few days that the blonde was away, you and Osamu had already shared numerous inside jokes (none of them explained to Atsumu for entertainment purposes), countless shitty rom-coms (you complained about his tastes, to which he argued that you just don't understand the art behind itー as if there were any in overused clichés and sappy kisses) and of course, you couldn't forget the various spontaneous outings (the competitive arcade games, the midnight car rides, the trashy cooking competitions)
His days were slowly filled with you, providing him with a giddy and blissful feeling that he hadn't felt in so long. Even when his twin brother had finally arrived home, the two of you continued to spend your time together, no matter if the yellow-haired was present or absent.
It almost made him forget that you already have your heart set on his brother. Almost.
"Oh, so ya can't make it?"
"Yeah, Tsumu just invited me out. I'm really sorry. I'll make it up to you next time, promise!"
Ahー of course, relationships come first after all. It's no surprise that you would choose to spend your time with your boyfriend in preference to your best friend. Anybody would do the same.
"Hm, sure. Have fun." Osamu mumbles, not being able to prevent a twinge of his bitterness seep out from his words as he ends the call, the monotonous beep being the last thing he hears.
Turning back from where he was heading to, the silver haired male walks down the lone and empty street back home, only the sound of faraway children accompanying his journey.
He feels like shit. Like there's someone kicking dirt into his heart, staining it with this ominous emotion that he wishes he could scrub off. It doesn't help the fact that the sun's setting down either, bringing down the mood even more as it bids goodbye to the land it shone for, the once warmly lit place diminishing into a gloomy abyss.
He shouldn't feel so disturbed. So irked, so agitated, so upset. That would just prove the insatiable feeling buried deep inside his chest, hiding in denial all this time. The feeling that eats away his skin, leaving him bare with nothing but his pride and ego to defend with. The so-called feeling named jealousy.
And Osamu is a person with dignity before a person that is jealous.
There is no way that he harbors any sort of feelings towards you that are more than platonic, that his heart skips a beat whenever you scoot closer and soars at the sound of your mellifluous laugh, or that he finds himself thinking of you in every corner of his house, like the spot you always sit on the living room couch and the kitchen mug you always favor more than others. He isn't supposed to find solace in the way you ramble non-stop about another series you've grown fond of, feeling himself relax at the soft lull of your voice, neither is he supposed to feel an evergrowing tenderness in his being at the sight of your face, always beaming in contentment, eyes so bright that it brings shame to the sun, like there's nothing wrong in this ruinous world. He can't.
Not when his brother is head over heels for you.
You've been spending less and less time with Osamu these past few days. He's always either holed up in his room, the kitchen or even worse, not even in the house at all, using the same repeated excuses that you've heard more than you could count.
"Samu's not joining again?" You inquire, plopping on the cushioned seat beside your boyfriend as he scrolls through a collection of movies displayed on the TV.
"Yeah, said he was goin' to study or something." Answered the blonde, his muscular build shuffling closer to you and a lean arm making its way around your shoulders.
"Study?" That's not right. Osamu would rather take a scooter to an ankle than actually study.
"I know, I was surprised too." The athlete responds in a tone of agreement. His fingers pause upon a poster of what seems to be a grotesque movie, the image of a bloody mask staring at you menacingly. Shifting his line of vision towards you, he asks for confirmation on his movie of choice and despite having mixed feelings about it, you agree. How could you not when he's looking at you like a child begging for ice cream?
The film starts off tense, the atmosphere heavy and surroundings gloomy. Fifteen minutes in and you're already on the edge of your seat, hands gripping at the strong boy's arm in fear of a sudden jumpscare. You take a glance at your boyfriend, observing any signs of distress or terror and sure enough, there were none. You're not even surprised at this point, Atsumu's a maniac for the thrill and pumps of adrenaline provided, you're not.
Just like Osamu.
You sincerely wished that he was present in today's marathon, wanting someone to share your hatred for horror movies with. With your constant anti-horror buddy being gone, you realized the huge role he plays in your overall experience. The continuous jokes he makes whenever the character does something stupid, the collection of curses spewing from his mouth that accompanies your obnoxious scream when something horrific suddenly pops out. Despite being scared shitless himself, you never actually see him reject any of your spoiled requests. He would always run you down on what happened when you're too scared to watch, Atsumu being too focused to do it himself. His explanations were confusing and all over the place (probably due to the fact that he himself watched through the slits between his fingers) but he gets the job done. Not to mention the times you would beg him to accompany you to the restroom, trembling arms linked together as you travel down the dark corridor leading to it (the one Atsumu insists on keeping the lights off, something about maintaining the mood), leaving him all alone once you got in.
It's those little stuffs that gets you feeling extremely grateful for your collected friend and when a bright idea suddenly shots into your mind, lighting up a lightbulb over your head. You push yourself off the couch, immediately scampering towards the simple and neat kitchen, switching on the lights by the counter.
Atsumu, who got disturbed at the sudden brightness and sounds of metal clanking, pauses the motion picture in action, giving you a bemused look.
"What are you doing?" He asks, watching you prep a variety of ingredients and condiments with raised eyebrows.
"Making riceballs for Samu! His brain's probably fried by now and is in major need for sodium." You explain, scooping a hefty amount of rice into a large bowl and salting it generously after.
The tall athlete smiles defeatedly at your thoughtfulness. He was almost frustrated, honestly but he knows better than to be jealous at your kindness towards his careless sibling. Stepping into the kitchen, he turns on the faucet by the sink, roaming his hands through the rush of cold water.
"Need any help?"
Osamu lets out a frustrated groan, laying his head on the cold hard table in hopelessness, folded arms serving as a cushion to lessen the pain and discomfort. His head's aching from all the numbers and letters he forced himself to absorb, mind too tired to comprehend anything anymore.
But it's better this way, anything's better than the constant thought of you; the slightly indecent snorts mixed with the melodious ring of your laughter, the soft gaze you occasionally give out, the one where you could feel the admiration just by looking at it, your eyes brimming with nothing but warmth and love. It's a shame that none of those belongs to him and he knows that it never ever will be. You see him as nothing more than a friend, your boyfriend's brother. Osamu himself acknowledged this already, even way before the two of you got close.
That doesn't mean it hurts any less though.
He wants to stop. Stop feeling so infuriated and defeated. So desperate. So pathetic. He'd do anything to remain rational and unbothered at your presence, to not have butterflies swarming inside his stomach and flowers blooming inside his heart. He needs to. Osamu will not let a single chance in having these emotions linger any longer. He'll get rid of the venomous bud you planted so secretly yet fondly, erasing it before it blooms into something more acidic; something that will burn through his skin, leaving him vulnerable with nothing but leftover bones.
And what better way to do that than avoidance?
It started off small, like cancelling your usual plans with him, making up blatant excuses to cover up his antics. Then, it was not joining you and Atsumu's table at lunch, choosing other group of friends to eat with. Finally, he stopped seeing you altogether, avoiding any sort of situations or places that could potentially harbor your presence. He was doing so well. Oh, so well.
Until a knock sounded off from his door, intruding his fatigued thoughts.
Until your figure came in moments later, bringing with you a savory and sweet smell, overfilling the room in mere seconds.
And of course, until you set the massive ball of rice on top of his table, its white grains and hot steam staring at him along with that lovable smile of yours.
You really just can't give him a break, can't you?
Snacks of all kinds and video games of different genres are splayed messily on the carpeted floor of Osamu's room.
You let a yawn escape effortlessly, bringing up a hand to cover your indecency while the other remains the hold on your black controller, taking a slight break on attacking the group of enemies in front of you before continuing to do so again.
"You really think we can finish this run by tonight?" You ask in a weary tone, hours of gameplay and shouting beginning to take effect on your body.
"Hm. Probably not." The boy to your left replies casually, hitting the pause button when he sees the look of exhaustion riding on your face, eyes softening at the sight.
You crash into the bed behind you, back leant backwards and arms stretching to its maximum height before falling down feebly. A sigh breaks free from your lips, hinting your utmost disappointment as you position your head to lay against the bed more comfortably, eyes closing when you found a good spot.
"All that work for nothing then."
The ash haired boy watches you rest in complete silence, taking in the littlest bits of details. As the blue light from the television's screen illuminates your skin perfectly, highlighting your features in his dark room, long lashes glistening like the stars adorning the night sky, he wonders, if you yourself, is a star as well.
And just like stars, you're impossible to reach.
Miya Osamu was never the one to compare himself with his twin brother. He doesn't care if his brother gets more attention or has more fans than him. Doesn't care if his brother's better at volleyball and is personally more sought out than him. Doesn't care if his brother's labelled as the better twin in general, him dulling in comparison.
But as he watched you slip your soft hand in between the other boy's calloused one, fingers intertwined and cheeks a rosy pink.
As you wrapped yourself against the boy's built body, leaning in until no space is shared between the two of you, providing a warmth that he could only imagine.
As your arms slung against Atsumu's shoulders, standing on the tip of your toes as you kiss him passionately like he's some kind of drug.
He wishes this once, just this once, that he could be the better one.
A head falls to Osamu's shoulder and he visibly stiffens a bit. Glancing sideways, the view of you in deep slumber against his body brings heat to his cheeks. He can hear his heart palpitating against his chest, the beat of it signifying his utter adoration towards your entire being.
He wants this moment to stay forever. The feeling of your cheeks pressed against his shoulder blades, the warmth radiating from your proximity, your soft snores accompanied by the sound of his running air conditioner. It was as if the two of you were the only ones left in this world, in his dimly lit room with no disturbance nor interference apart from the sound of faraway cars speeding the lonely city.
He wants it so bad.
Yet he knows that if he stays for even another second, he'll never let you go.
And he would rather go through this suffocating feeling a thousand times than to see the hurt on your face when you and Atsumu argues.
So ignoring the tightness in his chest, he picks you up in the most gentle way possible, carrying you to the athlete's room beside his and leaving with an evermore ache in his heart.
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tags: forbidden love!au, high society!au, rich!au, arranged marriage!au
note: i posted this a little bit ago but tumblr took it out of the tags so i had to delete it ): i hope it doesn’t do it again…
— the life you lived was one of rules; who you hung out with, what you ate, how you sat at the dinner table. nothing was under your control. but when you find yourself falling in love with a man you shouldn’t, you find yourself desperate to break the rules.
You sighed, letting your eyes wander around the ballroom packed with pretentious people wearing expensive gowns and suits. The chatter was too loud to hear even your own thoughts and you scowled, feeling a headache coming on.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the familiar looming figure of Enji Todoroki making his way in your direction. Before he could reach you, however, you slipped between the numerous people to make your way to the bar that was set up on the opposite end of the room.
Glancing over your shoulder, you let out a sigh of relief when you realized the man wasn’t following you.
The bastard had been trying since you turned 18 to arrange a marriage between you and his youngest son Shoto Todoroki ― even though the two of you were vehemently against it. But the man didn’t know how to take no for an answer and proceeded to harass you every chance he got, which was typically at functions such as the one you were currently attending.
You had long since lost sight of your parents, not that you cared. Typically they would keep you by their side to show you off and introduce you to potential suitors in hopes of making connections through marriage.
The very idea made you scoff.
As you took the drink offered from the bartender, you gave him a soft thanks before turning around. Spinning on your heel, you let out a sharp gasp when you bumped face-first into a firm chest. The jolt caused your drink to slosh over the rim and onto your hand.
You cursed, stepping back as you looked up at the wide-eyed man before you. He wore a rapidly reddening blush that burnt all the way up to his cute elf ears.
“I-I’m so sorry!” he cried, reaching into his pocket to fish out a handkerchief, taking your glass from your hand to quickly wipe the mess on your skin away, “I didn’t realize I was standing so close, I’m sorry.”
“I-It’s okay…” you whispered, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth at the sight of him.
He was tall with indigo hair that stuck up messily on the back of his head. Typically such a thing would be frowned upon ― people in high society desire to look their best, after all. Despite that, he wore a perfectly tailored tux and an expensive gold watch on his wrist. As he gazed down at his task of cleaning your hand, you noticed how long his eyelashes were as they brushed against his cheeks with every blink.
“There…I think I got it all,” he breathed, tucking the handkerchief away into his pocket without a care that it was wet with wine. At least it was white wine and not red, you mused, “You should probably wash your hands or it’ll dry your skin out or something.”
You raised a brow, not sure if such a thing could really happen. Still, you smiled and thanked him, breezing past him to find a bathroom. You still smelled like alcohol now so you needed to wash it off anyway.
When you returned to the ballroom, there was no sign of the attractive indigo hair colored man anywhere. Part of you was disappointed but you brushed it off as something silly. No point in pining after a man you spoke 10 words with after all.
You brushed off that chance meeting, not even paying it a second thought. In fact, you were certain you were either never going to meet him again or that you wouldn’t remember him even if you did.
It was wishful thinking on your end, however, because at yet another pointless high-society function, you caught sight of the messy haired man once more.
❧ synopsis: in which bakugo tells you he loves you in 10 different ways
❧ genre: oneshot, fluff, angst
❧ warnings: slight suggestive themes, blood, injuries, character death
❧ word count: 1.2k+ words
❧ a/n: this,,, , went angstier than i intended oof
Number one
He was a tough one to decipher, really.
You wondered about the numerous walls he built up to avoid his classmates, how he never joined in on their talks or how he always went off without any company. He avoided any sort of companionship like a pledge and yet, here he was, walking down the road alongside you.
You called out his name softly, basking yourself in the warm breeze. “Why haven’t you pushed me away yet?”
He could’ve just ignored you. He could’ve just continued walking and leave you in silence. But maybe it was the way you looked with your skin colored in warm undertones of the sun that made him answer, “I feel comfortable around you.”
❧ synopsis: in which your hatred towards the island's hearthrob melts into something warmer
❧ genre: headcanons, fluff
❧ warnings: cursing
- he was the talk of the town when he first came
- girls and boys were flocking in front of the residence services just to take a glimpse at him
- which annoyed you SO much cause you're trying to pay loans here
- not getting squeezed into oblivion as you try to reach the front door of the building
- it's a godsend that there were actually no signs of people inside, much thanks to bakugou's fiery personality
- so you opened the door, the cold air-conditioned room welcoming you and immediately took a look at the infamous boy that got the whole island down to their knees for him
- and,,, ,, oh wow,,, okay,,,, you kinda get the hype now,,,,,
- B U T
- just because he has a pretty face doesn't mean that he could go and make your life harder than it is
- so it's safe to say that your first impression on todoroki isn't that great </3
- which is kinda unfair to him cause it's not his fault that he's born with a good looking face!!!!
- but that's besides the point
- anyways, it's as if all of the gods above knew of your slight disdain towards the red and white haired boy, choosing to test your limits by putting you in this situation
- this situation where you're forcefully paired up with the said boy, having to share a hefty amount of your precious time with him
- cause being the island's representative and all, bakugou just had to assign you to this project on improving the island's ratings
- and of course, who could be more perfect in assisting you other than his secretary, todoroki shouto?
- "okay, you know what!!! maybe he isn't as bad as you think!!!! maybe you'll get along with him!!!!!!" you thought to yourself
- wrong.
- "todoroki-san, could you help me sort this part out?"
- "??????? ???? you can't do something this easy?"
- "todoroki-san, what do you think of this one i did?"
- "it's downright bad, honestly."
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- you hate him. you truly, absolutely, utterly despise him.
- funny thing is, he doesn't even know that he's doing these things to you
- bb's just honest and blunt to the core
- but you don't know that and thinks he's doing it purposely instead
- so you pay back by pulling these subtle and childish pranks
- like putting a plastic cockroach on his desk somewhere
- or ruining his coffee with handfuls of salt
- which all failed btw, you should've known this emotionless bitch would drink salted coffee like it's a normal thing smh
- somewhere along the lines of your messy interactions and one-sided hatred, you find yourself paying more and more attention to him
- like how he always plays with his fringes when bored
- or how he would always stifle this cute chuckle whenever you complain about your failed pranks
- and what!!!! noooOoo!! you're definitely not going soft for this guy wdym!!
- you definitely are
- anyways, this led to you realizing that he's actually stressed 24/7??????
- which isn't much of a surprise cause you'd be too if your boss is bakugou
- but what you don't get is why he wouldn't quit this job when there's better jobs out there outside this secluded island
- so you ask
- and he starts telling you all these details about his life like his father's high standards, the dreadful abuse, and his relationship with his mom and siblings
- "living here is much more better than staying at that house, even if it means i'll have to work day and night everyday."
- fuck!!! who's chopping the damn onions here!!!!!
- your thoughts on todoroki shifted considerably that day and so did your feelings as well
- and by that i mean the irresistible urge to burden and trouble his already chaotic life
- petty insults and arguments turned into toned down talks, stink eyes and pouts into silent respect
- you were already loosening up to him without even noticing
- it was on a fine sunday when the aloof boy seemed to be exceptionally stressed, even more so than usual
- his under eye circles were dark, his patience thin and hair disheveled, his skin pale and gray
- he kinda looked like someone who would offer you drugs in a dark alleyway ngl
- of course, you can't just let your beloved partner lose his goddamn mind over some paperworks, can't you?
- cause who will be doing all the work if he falls sick or takes a leave? definitely not you!
- you'd rather leave this island than work on this humongous project alone
- so you're totally not doing this because you were worried for him or something pfffttt
- grabbing an arm to pull him from the seat he was stuck to for days, you guide him to the outside world, the warm sunlight immediately greeting the both of you
- "y/n?? what are we doing, we got work to-"
- "i'm not working with someone who can't even think straight. we're taking the day off."
- bakugou's at the back FUMING at the disappearance of you two rn
- you start walking down the grassy field with todoroki by your side, making your way to the vast sea of blues
- the smell of wide ocean air and strong breeze hit you upon arriving at the beach, small grains of sands lying beneath your feet
- todoroki's all like: ??????? why are we at the beach????
- and you're like: to fish???? duh, we're here to relax????????
- wrong again.
- hours passed as you spent the time reeling fishes by fishes, the young boy doing the same.
- the sun had set by now, dyeing the once blue sky a beautiful orange, streaks of pink accompanying it
- "y/n it's getting late now, we should go"
- "no no no no no, i swear i'll catch something good this time"
- ..............
- "y/n that's your 33rd sea bass"
- you let out a frustrated scream as you released the slimy fish, lips pulling into a sulky frown
- "i fucking hate this day."
- standing up from the pier you were previously sitting on, you turned towards the tall boy, an unsatisfied feeling overcoming you
- and that's when you saw it.
- a gentle and kind smile. one so warm that it made you think twice if what you're seeing is in fact, real. one that made you wish would never fade away.
- todoroki shouto actually smiled
- your plan of de-stressing failed when you decided to try out fishing but the moment you saw his smile, you felt it was all worth it.
MODERN INTIMACIES !
• premise; headcanons on what his first “we’re official” instagram post is.
• pairings; tobio kageyama x reader , wakatoshi ushijima x reader , tooru oikawa x reader
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