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[electrickoushi]

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project: february 14th and forever

bnha: denki kaminari has lost his sister (shinsou x kaminari) 

haikyuu: his favorite body part of yours - nsfw (osamu, kageyama, atsumu) his favorite body part of yours - sfw (osamu, kageyama, atsumu) 

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[electrickoushi]

his favorite body part of yours - nsfw

a/n i also wrote an sfw version, so check that out by clicking here. keep in mind that nsfw content is always with post time skip characters. also it’s my first time writing smut haha so uhhhh, thank you for reading! 

characters: miya osamu, kageyama tobio, miya atsumu tags/warnings: smut, female reader // choking, mention of collars, orgasming, sucking on fingers, use of slut as a pet name, cunnilingus

miya osamu

your throat

there’s something about the way his hands wrap around your throat

squeezing the sides of it

and seeing your eyes roll back

watching the euphoria course through your body when he lets go  

the power rush he gets

yeah he loves it all

also loves when you wear chokers

it’s quite appealing

and it reminds him of the night he finally convinced you to wear the collar he bought

god it looked so hot on you

he really has a possessive streak sometimes

it’s not his fault that he just wants to own you in every single way possible

picture this: osamu’s large fingers pressing on the sides of your throat, the rush of oxygen accompanying the pleasure of your orgasm as small whimpers escape your throat.

kageyama tobio

your mouth

it tastes so sweet against his

kissing with tongue is so superior to him

or open mouth kissing where you pant and moan into each other’s mouth

golden

he prefers the wet kisses with strings of saliva connecting your lips as you pull away

definitely has a thing for you sucking on his fingers

the look on your face when he shoves his fingers into your mouth

and you suck on them

swirling your tongue as best as you can

then he mutters how you’re such a good slut for him

and you moan around his fingers

literally gets him hard in an instant

picture this: you feel your vision become fuzzy when tobio’s two fingers press down on your tongue, effectively stopping you from whatever you were going to say and instead dragging moans from your lips.

miya atsumu

your thighs

inner thigh kisses before he eats you out

not just kisses but marks too

the feeling of your thighs on either side of his head

as you squirm and grind against his face

he cherished every moment of ig

he loves trailing his fingertips up them

hearing you gasp or feeling you shiver

it gives him a little power trip

he admires the bruises he leaves

oh and when you squeeze them together to try to stop his hands

adorable

and when he massages them just to hear you moan

the noises you make are so damn pretty

picture this: atsumu watches you smugly, thighs trembling under his rough yet satisfying touch that you just can’t get enough of.

[electrickoushi]

his favorite body part of yours - sfw

a/n: if you want to read the nsfw version, click here. look forward to another hc soon and thanks for reading! 

characters: miya osamu, kageyama tobio, and miya atsumu tags: fluff, gn reader 

miya osamu

your cheeks

he loves kissing your cheeks, one after the other

absolutely loves when you get flustered and a cute blush spreads on them

will purposely take you to cold places to see them become all rosy

loves cradling your face in his hands  

and brushing his thumbs over your cheeks

also when you press your cheek against his shoulder

sometimes he coos at you until you tell him to knock it off

or when you smush your cheek up against your hand because you’re bored

he finds it very adorable  

when they’re stuffed with his food

yes yes very cute

picture this: the warmth of osamu’s lips presses against your cold cheeks while the both of you smile like two idiots in love

kageyama tobio

your hair

he likes to absentmindedly play with your hair

whether you’re watching movies or scrolling through your phone

his hand is always buried in it

it’s just very soft and nice on his fingertips

he will also brush your hair

you sit in between his legs and lean against his chest

while he slowly brushes it then smooths it down

will kiss the crown of your head once he finishes

he lets you put cute, multi-colored clips in his hair

even if he finds it slightly embarrassing

he know you think it’s cute

and that you have lots of fun with it

picture this: you lean against tobio’s chest as his gentle fingers run through your hair, pulling soft sighs from your body

miya atsumu

your hands

the way your hands fit so nicely in his

the way you run them along his sides when you cuddle

the way they rake through his hair

he eats it up

definitely loves to kiss your palms

or the back of your hand

he enjoys holding your hand all the time

loves the feeling of your soft, delicate hands against his rough, larger ones

if you’re out on a walk

he always intertwines your fingers with his

holds it across the top of the table too

whenever your hands are cold, he’ll squeeze them in between his to heat them up

picture this: smiling warmly, atsumu curls his hand around your own as he brings it to his lips and kisses it

[electrickoushi]

cook me up some love

a/n: my first work in my valentine’s series! i literally wrote this at 6am because i woke up and couldn’t sleep, so if something doesn’t make sense.... please ignore haha. thank you for reading :) 

pairing: miya osamu x suna rintarou tags: fluff, like 4 suggestive lines, the word kink twice at the end wc: 1.7k 

Rintarou can’t remember when or why he agreed to working as the cashier at Onigiri Miya on Valentine’s Day, yet here he is, ringing couples up who are actually getting the chance to enjoy their special day. Naturally, his sour mood doesn’t go unnoticed by Osamu though, who had planned a special surprise for his boyfriend all along.

The restaurant smelled like spices and ingredients and whatever the hell else Osamu put into his cooking.

Rintarou clicked the button on the register with his index finger to open and close the drawer with a ding each time. His face rested on his hand, squishing his cheek and molding his expression into one of pure boredom.

“Excuse me.”

Rintarou looked up to find a couple waiting to pay for their meal. He wordlessly took the receipt, entered the total, took their money or swiped their card, gave them their change if they had any, stabbed the receipt onto the pointy thing, gave them another receipt, wished them a Happy Valentine’s Day, and returned to playing with the register.

This happened countless times until Rintarou felt the angry eyes of his boyfriend on his back. He gulped. Everyone knew you didn’t mess with Osamu when it came to his cooking and restaurant.

“Rin, please stop that. I've had multiple customers complain about you.”

At least he’s still using a nickname, which means I can’t be in too much trouble.

“Sorry.” He clicked it again, the register drawer flying open.

“Rintarou!” Osamu growled.

Oh, he was in for it now.

Osamu was already sweaty and stressed from being the head chef of the kitchen. His boyfriend’s antics that were driving away customers was just the cherry on top to an already difficult evening.

“You, watch the register,” Osamu snapped. “I need to have a talk with Suna here.”

Oh God, last name basis. That’s bad.

He dragged the faux cashier into the storage room where they wouldn’t be bothered and Osamu could properly yell at him without disrupting the customers.

At least, that’s what Rintarou thought.

Instead, when Osamu shut the door, he turned around and hugged Rintarou.

“I’m sorry for making you work tonight. I know you’d rather be at home, watching a movie or something.”

Rintarou was surprised but wrapped his arms around Osamu’s shoulders. “I just want to be with you. I hate seeing all these couples enjoying their Valentine’s Day while you’re stuck in the kitchen. I hardly ever get to see you.”

Osamu kissed his boyfriend’s cheek, taking in a whiff of his cologne. He ran a hand through Rintarou’s brown hair and felt him soften at the touch. “I know, but I have a surprise for later tonight. Didn’t you wonder why I decided to close early on such a profitable night?”

“Nine is considered early?”

“For a day like this, yes. So just work a few more hours for me and then we close, and I’ll have your surprise all ready. Can you do that?”

Rintarou found himself nodding along, enjoying the way Osamu’s hand felt running along his scalp and his hot breath tickling his ear. Osamu’s other hand was rubbing small circles on his waist.

“You know,” Rintarou started, grabbing his boyfriend’s hand to lead it higher. “I think it’s pretty soundproof in here, as in no one would hear us if we just-”

“Shit, I forgot I have something on the stove. Okay, see you later!” Osamu kissed him once more, this time on the lips, and shut the door behind him.

Rintarou gaped, realizing he just got played for the fool he was. Like a child, he was placated by the promise of a surprise. And to think, he believed he got the less evil twin.

Rintarou stepped out of the storage and resumed his position as cashier. The dinging stopped now that his mind was focused on something else. Namely, being fucked in the storage room of a restaurant owned by his boyfriend.

“Sir, can we pay now?”

God, he really needed to stop spacing out.

“Yeah, sorry.” He rang them up and told them to have a good night.

Every so often, Osamu would come out of his kitchen and check on Rintarou. It was under the guise of affection but he knew that Osamu was just making sure he wasn’t aggravating any more customers.

It was 8:45 when Osamu had flipped the sign and told the hostess to stop letting people in. Hopefully that would mean people would leave relatively soon, but some stayed until they were explicitly told to get out by an employee. That was Rintarou’s favorite part of the job.

The fifteen minutes passed by so slowly that Rintarou started to think the clocks were broken. He missed Osamu.

Yikes, when did I start sounding like such a simp?

Only one couple was left, and they had been sitting there for a good hour. Rintarou would know because when he got bored with playing with the register, he would people watch. This couple in particular seemed to be in a brand new relationship, the stage where you asked surface level questions and gave surface level answers.

By 9:05, Osamu walked past Rintarou at the counter and towards the couple.

“Hello, we are closed now, and I see that you two have finished. I hope you enjoyed your meal. If you could just pay and leave please, I would greatly appreciate that.”

“We wanted to order dessert,” the woman said, looking at the desert menus posted on each table.

“The kitchens are closed.”

The man interjected, “You’re the head chef, right? The Miya that runs this place. Can’t you just whip something up? It shouldn’t take that long.”

“Like I said, sir, the kitchens are closed.”

Rintarou watched the exchange. He knew his boyfriend could handle it since he’s dealt with so many rude customers over the months. That didn’t mean Rintarou liked seeing his boyfriend get stepped on though. Being nice and polite was very much an Osamu thing, but Rintarou never believed in such diplomacy.

He got up and walked towards the table. “Get out.”

Osamu and the couple looked at Rintarou.

“How rude. Are you going to let your employee talk to me like that? He should be fired,” the man said, glaring at Rintarou.

The brunette wasn’t fazed. He just glared back, using the same stone-cold expression he used to intimidate his opponents on the court.

“He’s right. Get out of my restaurant and don’t ever come back again,” Osamu sneered, fed up with their behavior. They had no right to treat Rintarou like that, or himself, for that matter.

The couple shuffled out of their booth and walked away, the woman’s heels clicking on the ground. Osamu rolled his eyes and took their dishes.

“Sorry they didn’t pay,” Rintarou said. If he hadn’t butted in, Osamu might have gotten somewhere with them, but patience was never his strong suit.

“It’s fine. I’m glad you got them to leave.”

Rintarou followed Osamu as he walked back into the kitchen and dumped their dishes into a giant sink. He rolled up his sleeves before spraying the food off them and slotting them into their giant industrial dishwasher. Rintarou felt like he should help, but he just watched, enamored with the simple action of his boyfriend doing dishes.

A few minutes later, the hostess came up to Osamu and said something in his ear. Rintarou didn’t even realize she was still here. He couldn’t hear what they said over the running water, but it must have been something important since Osamu nodded and dried his hands. He shut the water off and smiled at Rintarou.

“Close your eyes.”

“I do not want to run into a hot stove and die.”

Osamu slapped two hands over Rintarou’s eyes. “Walk forward. It’s literally a straight line from here.”

Rintarou did as he was told. He was led to a table by his boyfriend who was grumbling about how he walked at the pace of a grandpa.

Osamu removed his hands, and Suna blinked rapidly to adjust to the lighting. He looked up to find Osamu with his apron on and a pad of paper in hand. The table was set for two, even though neither of them needed a menu.

“Hello, welcome to Onigiri Miya. My name is Osamu, and I’ll be your server today. Can I get you started with a drink?”

Rintarou cracked a smile. “Osamu…”

“Since you won the boyfriend lottery, everything’s on the house today and will be cooked by yours truly.”

Well he wasn’t going to say no to that.

Osamu bent down, briefly shedding his character. “You want your regular?” he asked, tucking the pen and paper away.

Rintarou nodded and Osamu stood back up. “That’ll be right up, sir.”

The nice hostess brought him a glass of water while Osamu worked his magic in the kitchen. Rintarou sipped on his water before getting up and changing the music on the speakers since he had boyfriend privileges.

The cheery pop music shut off and was replaced with his and Osamu’s shared playlist. Arctic Monkeys floated throughout the restaurant.

Sitting back down, Rintarou waved goodbye to the hostess. She waved back and wished him a Happy Valentine’s Day.

Only a few seconds later, Osamu came out with two plates of steaming food. He set the plates down before sitting down himself.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Rin,” Osamu smiled before shoving a ginormous bite of rice into his mouth.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Samu.”

They ate and talked happily, remarking on various customers and incidents that happened during the day. Drinks spilled on tables, people dined and dashed, minor fires that almost burned the entire place down started in the kitchen, the usual really.

After they ate more than enough leftover heart-shaped cookies, Osamu cleared their plates and dumped them in the sink, deeming them a problem for tomorrow.

He did some owner stuff that Rintarou never bothered to understand before shutting the lights off in the kitchen.

“How’s the storage room looking?” Rintarou asked, side eyeing his boyfriend.

“We can just go home, you know. Or is it a kink thing?”

Rintarou admitted unabashedly, “It’s definitely a kink thing. Put your apron back on. I’ve dreamt of this moment for a good four hours now.”

Osamu shoved the keys back into his pocket and dropped his bag on the closest chair. He dug his dirty apron out, letting his boyfriend drape it over his neck.

“Suna Rintarou, you sure are something else.”

[electrickoushi]

a/n: hi! welcome to my valentine’s day series. i will be posting all of february. this is the small intro / mini masterlist that will have links to the fics. the fics can also be found under the tag #ffaf. thank you for reading! 

The chilling wind and blustery day did nothing to deter the fresh feeling of new love in the air.

Various couples walked around, hand in hand, as street vendors lined their stands with red and pink balloons and paper mache decorations. Fluffy teddy bears and extravagant bouquets of flowers rested on top, waiting for a frantic lover to buy them.

Phones rang nonstop to place last-minute reservations, pick up expensive chocolates, and write romantic cards for people to scoop up on their way home from work.

Restaurants were packed to the brim while chefs worked their tails off preparing colorful dishes and cashiers rang up table after table. The strong aroma filled the building, rivaling the loud speech that seemed to bounce off the walls.

Bars with loud music pumping out of them appeared on street corners, while small tea shops attracted some customers who wished for a quieter atmosphere.

Many couples could be found at home, however, sitting on the couch with popcorn and rented movies. Home cooked dinners, romantic activities, and crazy dating games occupied this time. Yet regardless of the events, all people basked in the attention of their significant others.

Even so, evil stopped for no one and nothing, not even on the most romantic day of the year. In the darkest alleyways and underground communities, the coppery stench of blood mixed with the rotten smell of sewage, making the two heroes of the hour gag. Guns were fired and abilities were employed as enemies got taken out one by one.

Each couple spent their time differently with their significant others as the night faded into black.

Day 1: cook me up some love // osamu miya x rintarou suna // rintarou is not excited to work at onigiri miya on valentine’s day but osamu has a little surprise for him

Day 2: tetsurou kuroo x kenma kozume // streamer kenma plays i love you colonel sanders with his boyfriend tetsurou

Day 3: shoto todoroki x izuku midoriya // midoriya has planned out shoto’s very first date but murphy’s law has its own plans

Day 4: koutarou bokuto x keiji akaashi // keiji hunts for various clues that koutarou has set up to find out just who “killed” kuroo

Day 5: daisuke kambe x haru kato // haru is determined to show daisuke just how fun valentine’s day can be without spending any money

Day 6: tooru oikawa x koushi sugawara // tooru and koushi decide to spend their night wowing the crowd at their local karaoke bar

Day 7: osamu dazai x chuuya nakahara // dazai and chuuya sit in a little tea shop with each other before they receive emergency calls for help with a rogue villain

[koutawoo]

[animate limited] one fine day! tapestry samples

[kaistarus]

Haikyuu/Promised Neverland Headcanons

A/N: Have you ever wanted a Promised NeverlandXHaikyuu crossover? No? Well I read all of it in one night, so here you go! These ideas are pulled from after they escape, which is more the manga? Anyway, hope you like it ;)

Hinata

Best Trait: Athletics

not very strategic, but great in emergency situations

works best with Kageyama

the little kids adore him

fast learner with weapons-wants to help as much as possible

doesn’t like killing demons/humans

’save everyone’ type

Nishinoya

Best Trait: Athletics

not strategic, but notices enemy weaknesses immediately

acts before communicating/thinking-has a lot of close calls

can find food, but can’t cook(thinks he can)

great with the kids

doesn’t mind killing demons(humans is more situational but can do it if family is in danger)

self-sacrificing type-because he’s cocky and he’s not afraid of things to a fault

I could see him being a ‘friends & family first’ type, but easily persuaded in the moment

Yamaguchi

Best Trait: Weapons

Strategic, but panics if demon is too close-has lots of close calls

Sharp shooter/sniper

Good at finding food/cooking

doesn’t mind killing demons(can’t kill humans)

’save everyone’ type

Tsukishima

Best Trait: Weapons

surprisingly good with the majority of weapons

Complains about their pointless missions-goes with to protect Yamaguchi every time anyway

Not great at following orders unless Yamaguchi is there

Kills anything, doesn’t care

’drop dead weight’ type in the beginning, but warms up as they become closer

Keep reading

[alcieart]

By (popular?) request, BokuAka personality swap (prompted by two anons. or maybe they were both the same who knows). Possibility of huge plotholes, bad narration and a lot of PDA.

Due to technical issues on the last comic I posted in a private post, this time I’m putting it under the cut— sorry in advance to mobile users!

Keep reading

[electrickoushi]

when you sleep over for the first time

a/n: this is my first headcanon so if anyone has advice, suggestions, formatting tips, etc. please let me know! thanks for reading and i hope you enjoy! 

characters: bokuto koutarou, miya osamu, and sugawara koushi  tags: fluff, gn reader, maybe 2 swear words, drinking

bokuto koutarou

he’s actually been looking forward to it all week

poor akaashi had a hard time getting him to focus during practice 

before you come over, bokuto goes to the little corner store and buys so much food

he sets it out on the coffee table in a pretty display for you

this calls for lots of pillows and blankets on the couch which makes a little nest

once you arrive though he would want to make a fort because he always used to do it when he was a kid

it’s pretty much a mess but at least it fits the both of you (sort of)

eventually, you agree on some random action movie off a pirated website

you both get a sugar high from the ridiculous amount of candy and pop you’ve consumed

major screaming at the characters in the movie

“why the bruh would you walk in there”

halfway through, you just start talking and totally ignore the movie

once you guys crash from your sugar highs, you just head to his bedroom and don’t turn off the tv or clean up

it’s a tomorrow problem

you go into the bathroom to change into your pajamas and come out to see bokuto in a matching pajama set

he really is so cute and what for

he makes sure to pull the covers back for you so you can climb in first

once you are both situated, he introduces you to his owl plushie collection

yes he has one this is non-negotiable

“this one is named hoot hoot because...”

once he’s done, he turns off the lights

you see a nightlight that he’s had since he was a baby by his door

you want to ask him about it but he’s already fast asleep

picture this: you rest your head on koutarou’s chest and listen to his rhythmic breathing and soft heartbeat that eventually lulls you to sleep.

miya osamu

you already know you are eating good tonight

he has basically prepared a five course meal for you

and you better like it because he spent the entire day cooking

had to kick atsumu out multiple times and placate him by giving him some cookies

he told you to not eat lunch or dinner so that you would have room

he was dead serious too

when you come in, the dining table is set up with a table runner, flowers, fancy candles, the whole works

you feel woefully underdressed (this was supposed to be a sleepover…) but osamu obviously doesn’t care

still thinks you’re gorgeous and tells you it 

he takes your bags and drops them on the couch before leading you to the table

he pulls out your seat like the gentleman he is and sits opposite of you after bringing out the first dish

imagine whatever you want this wikipedia page is confusing me

of course it is absolutely delicious and satisfies your grumbling stomach

he tells you about his chaotic day that he had in preparation for this big dinner

once he sees that you are done or have stopped eating for a bit, he brings out the next course

you try to save room for everything but by the end, you’re taking one bite of everything because the food supply is endless

seriously glad you wore loose pants because you are so full 

full but very happy

osamu is still eating since he is a bottomless pit i guess

and he is just very glad that you enjoyed everything

the night ends with alcohol and a great night’s sleep

picture this: the warm candlelight casts a soft glow on osamu’s face as he smiles at you with love in his eyes, delighting in the way that your cheeks are stuffed with the food he made for you.

sugawara koushi

everything is so chill and relaxing with him

when you arrive, a steaming hot set of pizza and breadsticks, paper plates, and a bottle of red wine are ready

y’all are truly the peak of elegance

fights over the ranch and marinara sauce break out since neither of you particularly feel like sharing

once the pizza is gone and you are both thoroughly tipsy, he opens his laptop to engage in your favorite activity to do as a couple

catfishing people on omegle

he lays on his stomach on the floor with a pillow to lay his head on

and you basically lay on top of him

your wine glasses are scarily close to the computer

the two of you always make a pact to never disconnect first

hours upon hours you waste convincing people that you are a fourteen year old obsessed with backrooms and cryptids, a horny nineteen year old female looking to fuck, and someone’s old history teacher they hooked up with as a student

casual touching and lots of soft kisses between the laughter

eventually you run of out people to impersonate

so you turn off omegle and watch playthroughs of horror games

which scare you so badly but you would never tell koushi (yep no weaknesses here not at all)

he’s not scared and definitely knows that you are afraid but won’t do anything about it until you admit it

halfway through when you are completely terrified, he randomly shouts in your ear

and you jump at least five feet in the air

he laughs and turns off his laptop

you’re so paranoid now of any little sound or movement

he assures he’ll protect you from anything in the dark

says it mockingly but it’s still comforting somehow

you may or may not have clung to him for the entire night

picture this: you’re roaring with laughter as you lay on top of giggling koushi who, with the steady keyboard clicks, tries to convince your next victim that you live in the same city as they do.

[puddingcatbeans]

hi friends can i pls take a moment of your time to talk about a matter very dear to my heart, kuroken:

they’re over at each other’s house so often their parents don’t even blink when there’s one extra person at the dinner table

their closets are a mix of their own and the other’s clothes

kuroo often gets random 3 am calls from kenma “did i leave my charger at your house again”

they show up together everywhere, until their friends just know that if you invite one, you get the other one for free

study sessions where kuroo’s actually really good at explaining formulas and concepts

the next day kuroo finds tiny cats doodled all over his notebooks

weekends where they stay up all night marathoning some new anime or just play video games until kuroo tires of losing all the time

their text logs just full of emoticons back and forth and dumb and dumber names to call each other

kenma just crawling over to lean against kuroo while he plays on his PSP and kuroo reads his novels

sharing a set of earphones on the train ride home

texting each other even though they’re sitting right next to each other

they visit every cafe to find out which apple pie is better

when kenma is feeling bad, kuroo turns off the lights and they lie in the darkness with kenma’s favourite playlist washing over them

when kuroo is feeling bad, kenma agrees faster than usual to go with him to the gym to volleyball some more

casual, easy touches that kenma doesn’t allow for anyone else

sharing waterbottles, scarves, lunches without extra words

kuroo retelling stories and shenanigans just to hear kenma make those soft snorts and his face all scrunched up

random poking wars when they end up sitting next to each other

cuddles. no excuses, just. kuroken cuddles.

i just love kuroken a lot okay

pls appreciate them with me

[electrickoushi]

denki kaminari has lost his sister

a/n: happy new year! this fic was for one of my other friend’s xmas presents which is just a bit late. i hope you enjoy it!

pairing: kaminari denki x shinsou hitoshi tags: fluff, lifeguard au, they are equally whipped, pre-relationship, crush at first sight wc: 5.8k

Denki is ready for vacation. He’s ready to hit the beach, eat a ridiculous amount of hamburgers, and maybe even get a tan to show off to his friends back in Japan. He is significantly less prepared to chase after a lost sister (multiple times) and talk to a surprisingly cute lifeguard that manages to stumble upon Denki in his time of need. 

Denki’s cheap slides slapped against the ground as he and his family stepped off the airplane.

He swung his backpack over his shoulder and looked around. Large windows surrounded them, allowing sunlight to flood in. Potted plants sat on the tiled floor and lined the walls. People tripped over one another as they all eagerly ran to security to start their vacations.  

Denki’s family took their sweet time retrieving their luggage. They walked at the pace of a snail despite the boy’s wish for them to hurry up. For some reason, they decided to stand still on all of the walkways (which had the word walk in them, Denki pointed out) and gawk at all the foreign stores. 

They arrived at the tram station that would take them directly to their hotel, just to find out that they had missed it by only a few minutes. The woman working at the desk for the tram told them that it would be another twenty minutes until the next one came. Denki’s mom just thanked the woman and waved it off, not understanding that she was wasting the precious minutes of vacation Denki had calculated on the plane. 10,283 minutes of relaxing time in which he didn’t have to deal with Katsuki’s terrible behavior, Mr. Aizawa’s dull grumbling, or Ms. Midnight’s provocative... um, homework. 

Twenty minutes later (10,223 minutes left), the tram screeched to a halt, and the Kaminaris walked out to board. 

Smiling widely, Denki’s sister Yuki took his right hand as she glanced around to explore the new country they would be living in for the next week. Once they got seated, Yuki let go so she could turn and look out the window. 

“So how’s Hawaii so far?” he asked his little sister, flicking one of her pigtails. 

He was scared that the foreign land and language and people might be too overwhelming for a five-year-old, but she was clearly enjoying every moment so far. He saw her wide eyes in the reflection as she took in all the scenery. 

“Wonderful! Do you see the ocean? It’s so blue.” She pressed her finger against the window. Wonder and amazement flashed in her eyes and Denki laughed. It’s like she forgot they also lived on an island surrounded by an ocean. 

They both watched the exotic flora pass by while the driver spewed out facts about Hawaii that would entertain the tourists. They flew over his mom’s, dad’s, and sister’s heads since Denki was the only one with strong enough English to understand the fast, muffled speech of the driver. 

The tram stopped in front of their hotel, and the brother and sister stood up to follow their parents out to collect their suitcases. They rolled them up the brick pathway, careful not to bump into other guests. 

A cold burst of air conditioning greeted them when they walked into the building. Warm, earthy tones decorated the lobby, giving it an overall oriental feel, which was probably why his parents chose this hotel in the first place. Guests were drawn toward the main novelty of the lobby: the small waterfall in the middle of the room. The water cascaded over a wooden wall and emptied into a small koi pond where kids could throw in small pellets of food. 

His parents walked straight past the wall and towards the check-in desk with the assumption that their kids were trailing right behind them. Denki hurried after them (only 10,206 minutes remaining), but suddenly saw a small flash of bright blonde hair dip into the gift shop. He groaned and ran after Yuki. 

Denki found her next to the souvenir t-shirts with sayings like “Aloha” and “Welcome to Hawaii” on them. She was tugging on a hot pink one that was five times too large for her. 

“Yuki, you can’t run off like this.” He grabbed her arm that was clinging to the fabric and made her let go of it. 

She whined, sticking out her tongue at her older brother. Denki rolled his eyes at the childish behavior but was secretly thankful that she didn’t start throwing a temper tantrum. Those meltdowns could last for hours on end, and he wasn’t prepared to deal with one of those in public. 

Denki had just managed to get Yuki to leave the gift store when their parents walked up to them, glaring. 

His mother started the attack before Denki could even try to defend himself. “Denki, I thought you were more responsible than this. After we got our keycards, we turned around just to find you gone.” 

Denki wanted to scream at their ignorant, illogical thinking. He held back his sigh and tried to explain. “You don’t understand, I was coming to get her and-” 

“Stop making excuses. You also left your suitcase in the middle of the lobby. You should be glad no one stole it.” His dad thrust the handle of his suitcase towards Denki. 

I’m sorry that you can’t keep track of your own child, so your poor son had to do it for you, just to get in trouble for running off, Denki bitterly thought as he watched his parents spin around and march off. Naturally, they expected their children to follow them. 

It had been less than an hour since they landed and they were already mad at him. He rolled his eyes and huffed. What a great family trip this was going to be. 

Even Yuki must have sensed the tension since her usual, endless babbling had subsided while they walked behind their parents to the elevators. 

The elevator ride was quiet. 

The doors slid open and Denki was the first to escape the cold atmosphere. He reached their room first but had to wait for his mother with the keycard. She swiped it, the green light switching on to signal that it was unlocked. He quickly pushed the door open and entered the room. 

There were two beds, which meant he would be sharing one with his sister unless he wanted to sleep on the couch or the floor. That would also mean that she would get an entire bed to herself, and that was utterly unacceptable. 

He tucked his suitcase between the wall and the bedframe before checking out the rest of the hotel room. They had a giant TV on top of a dresser placed in front of the beds. There was a nightstand between them with a clock, lamp, and phone on top. Pictures of various plants and landscapes adorned the walls. 

Skinny French doors opened to a smaller room with a living area. There was a green couch facing another TV, and a desk situated in the corner. Denki found a small kitchenette and a door leading to the bathroom. 

He returned to the earlier room and pulled back the beige curtains to reveal a sliding glass doorwall leading to a balcony. They had a great view of the strip of beach that the hotel owned. 

His parents sat on their bed and talked in hushed whispers. 

Probably about me, Denki thought as he flopped on his bed face-down. If only he could escape for a while to give them time to cool off. 

He unzipped his suitcase to dig out his Switch when he saw his swim trunks. He looked out the doorwall again. 

“Mom, Dad, can I go to the beach?” he asked, forgetting all about his game and pulling out the hideous shorts instead. 

“I don’t know, can we trust you?” his father retorted. 

Denki bit back a tart response. “I’ll be okay. I’ll take my phone and stuff.” “I want to swim!” Yuki popped her head in out of nowhere. She seemed to have returned to her normal, hyperactive self. 

His mom clapped her hands together. “Perfect! Denki, you take your sister to the beach and your father and I can have some alone time here.” 

“But I wanted to-” 

“You wanted to what?” his dad asked, arching an eyebrow to give him The Look.

“... Talk to girls,” he sheepishly admitted. And guys too, which is what I would say if I was actually out to you two. 

“This is a family vacation. If you want to go to the beach, take your sister along with you. Besides, you speak English well, so if your sister gets lost, she’ll be fine.” 

He held back another aggravated scream. “Fine. Yuki, go get your swimsuit on.” 

Denki grabbed his pair of hideous yellow swim trunks with black lightning bolts on them. They were so outrageously horrible, which is exactly why he bought them in the first place. 

Walking into the bathroom, he quickly changed into them and applied sunscreen to his face. 

He packed a bag to take with him while his sister changed. In it were his phone, three towels (one for him, one for his sister, and one to sit on), and one of the keycards. 

“Okay, here’s her floaties, and some money for snacks.” His mom handed the objects to him. He tucked the cash into the outside pocket of his drawstring. The floaties wouldn’t fit, so he would just have to carry them. 

“Carrying transparent pink and blue floaties with flowers on them is truly the epitome of hotness,” he muttered to himself as he blew a strand of hair out of his face. “Come on, Yuki.” 

“Have a great time, you two!” his mother beamed as if she wasn’t mad at him only a few minutes earlier. 

“Will do.” he said, shutting the door behind him. 

His sister darted down the hallway and Denki couldn’t help but groan.

-

They found a shady spot underneath a palm tree that was pretty close to the beach, the optimal location. From here, Denki could watch Yuki if she wanted to go swim or play by herself. They could also build sandcastles more easily since they wouldn’t have to haul ass to get wet sand. Finding the spot wasn’t too difficult since the beach wasn’t packed either. It was the middle of a Tuesday after all. 

Denki rolled out the striped towel and set the bag on top to weigh it down. He dropped the floaties with a dejected sigh before sitting down and peeling off his shirt. Despite the warmth of the sun and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, he still felt agitated from the altercation earlier. 

He pulled Yuki into his lap, twisting one of her pigtails around his finger. Her arms were already sticky from sweat and her feet were coated with sand. More granules of sand transferred to the towel and Denki’s legs the longer she sat. 

“You’re not mad at me too, are you?”  he asked, picking her small body up to reposition her to face him. 

She shook her head, placing her small, sticky hands onto Denki’s bare shoulders. “I love you, Denki!” She kissed him on the cheek and giggled. 

He couldn’t help but smile and pull her into a hug. She may be a brat sometimes, but if anyone was on his side, it was her. “I love you too, Yuki.” 

“Can we get ice cream?” she asked while hugging him back. Her hair tickled his ear as the slight breeze swung it back and forth. 

Ice cream was a great option to battle the heat, second only to jumping into the ocean. Plus they hadn’t eaten anything since the plane ride, so he was starving. He wanted a real meal, preferably a hamburger with a large side of fries, but they wouldn’t be having dinner for a few more hours. The pool bar was open, but he had no clue what they sold or how much it was. Frankly, he wasn’t feeling up to the task of talking to people either. 

“Of course,” he replied, bringing joy to his sister’s eyes. He eyed at the crowd swarming the ice cream truck. There were so many people, all shoving to get their popsicles and ice cream sandwiches, and he didn’t want her to get hurt or lost. 

“Um…” Crap, he had no clue what to do. “Yuki, I’m going to go get us ice cream, okay? Listen, you have to promise me that you won’t leave this spot. Can you promise me that?”  

“I promise!” 

Denki nodded and set her down on the towel. She fell square on her butt, digging both her hands into the damp sand. She looks occupied enough, he decided as he dug the money out of his bag and told her goodbye. 

Halfway to the truck, he turned around to check if Yuki was still sitting on the towel. Thankfully she was, easing his fears slightly. 

He waited in line for a bit, bought two ice cream sandwiches, and made his way back to the large palm tree. The sandwiches seemed to be melting in his hand by the second, so he took up a quick jog. He watched his path, trying not to step on anyone or anything while the sand burned his feet. 

When he reached their resting place, he expected sticky fingers grabbing at the sandwich in his hand. Instead, Yuki was gone. 

He dropped the two wrapped sandwiches and frantically swiveled his head around in search of those blonde pigtails and purple swimsuit. 

He had really done it now. What if she got kidnapped? What if she got into the water and drowned? His parents would never forgive him. He would never forgive himself. Of course he shouldn’t have left her there. 

“God, why am I so stupid?” He felt like crying and screaming and kicking something. This vacation just kept getting worse and worse. 

“Hey, are you okay?” a deep voice said in English. 

Denki looked up and shielded his eyes from the sun to find a purple-haired boy staring at him with concern. The boy’s lips were set in a firm line and the bags under his eyes were quite profound. He may not have been found objectively attractive by the common person, but Denki couldn’t help but find a certain kind of beauty in the orderly unkemptness of the boy. 

Now is not the time to think about that though, Denki thought, chiding himself for his behavior. 

“I mean, you just look… distressed,” the boy said when Denki didn’t reply. 

Denki was distressed. So much so, that he didn’t notice when he started cussing in Japanese, which is what brought the boy over in the first place. 

“Oh. I’m fine. I’m good besides the fact that I literally lost my sister and when I go back to the hotel, I will get decapitated by my parents after being awarded ‘Worst Brother of the Year.’” Denki slapped his hands to his face and rubbed his eyes of any stray tears. 

“Oh, I’m sorry about that. Do you want help looking for her?” he asked, squatting down and prying Denki’s hands off his face. 

Denki looked up and into the purple eyes of his new savior. “Yes. Please, yeah, thanks.” 

The boy stood up and offered his hand out to the blonde. Denki took it and smiled. Somehow, his hand wasn’t as sweaty as everyone else’s. It’s like his body had adjusted to the almost unbearable heat. That or he was just too pretty to sweat. He wasn’t sure. 

“What does she look like?” the purplet asked, placing his hands on his hips and cracking his back then his neck.

Denki was not staring at his back muscles nor at his crazy hair that must have been at least sort of soft. 

Cracking his knuckles, the boy looked at the blonde expectantly and waited for his response. 

“Oh, right,” Denki cleared his throat. “Well, she is five, and she is kind of short. She has blonde hair too, but it’s lighter than mine and in pigtails, and she has a purple swimsuit on, kind of like the color of your hair, and yeah.” 

“Okay. Don’t worry we will find her.” He took in the long expanse of sand and people ahead of them. His sunglasses would have been nice.

Denki rubbed the nape of his neck. He felt guilty that he was wasting someone else’s time, but he needed all the help he could get. This vacation was already a complete shitshow and a lost sister on his watch would make it an Oscar-winning shit-performance or whatever the step up from shitshow was. “My name is Denki, by the way. Uh, thanks for helping me.” 

“I’m Hitoshi, one of the lifeguards here. So it’s really no problem. It’s my job to save everyone.”

Somehow that made Denki feel a little better.  

“Okay, Denki, do you have any idea where she could be?” 

Denki shook his head. 

“Okay, let’s just ask around then?” Hitoshi suggested. 

They started their trek, Denki with his slides on and Hitoshi barefoot. The heat had made Denki’s hair start to frizz, and he tried to discreetly pat it down. He didn’t put any gel in it this morning since he thought he would be swimming, not talking to a hot guy while looking for his sister. 

They approached the nearest person, a middle-aged woman with a big, floppy hat and large sunglasses who was reading a magazine and tanning. Clad in a skimpy pink bikini, she laid on one of those beach chairs, long legs stretched out. Her giant boobs spilled out of her halter top, drawing the attention of many males around, which seemed to be one of her objectives of the day, along with tanning and reading about the top seven diets that are taking the world by storm. 

Hitoshi promptly ignored the lady’s more than concerning fashion choices and led the conversation. “Excuse me, ma’am, have you seen a little five-year-old girl anywhere? She has blonde pigtails and a purple swimsuit on.” He held his hand near his waist to illustrate her height. 

She pulled her sunglasses off with an exaggerated snap of her wrist and glanced up at the boys. “Did you lose a child? Aren’t you supposed to be a lifeguard?” She flicked the whistle hanging from Hitoshi’s neck and turned back towards her magazine. 

Denki was shocked, first by her ginormous, unshielded tits, but now by her sharp words. Hitoshi was just trying to help him search for his sister. Why was she being so rude? 

Hitoshi started to speak, but Denki stepped forward. “Look, lady. You have no right to speak to my friend this way. Have you seen my sister or not?” 

The lady narrowed her eyes at the blonde. “I have not,” she said, snapping open her magazine and turning away. “Brats.” 

Denki stomped away from the woman. Once they were out of earshot, he started grumbling. “Despite your strong milf status, you’re a complete bitch.” 

Hitoshi softly laughed at the strange yet comical remark. 

The joyful sound was unexpected as it landed on Denki’s ears. Hitoshi had a deep, almost gravelly voice (one that Denki found undeniably hot) that seemed to never fluctuate in tone or timbre. It was calm and stable, so the warm, sweet sound made Denki’s heart skip a few beats and made his mouth malfunction for a few seconds. 

“You have a nice laugh,” he blurted out. His cheeks went red with embarrassment once he realized what he said. “Er, I-” 

Hitoshi just laughed more at the blonde’s candor. “Thanks.” 

Denki decided to stop talking, stop looking at the purple-haired boy altogether before he said another stupid thing. 

The two boys walked around, going from person to person and asking if they had seen Yuki. Everyone shook their heads and returned to their activity, clearly uninterested in finding the lost child. So far the bitchy milf was the worst of the worst, but no one else was that much better.

Each time they got out of earshot, Denki had some underhanded comment that made Hitoshi laugh. 

-

As they walked around, Denki and Hitoshi made small talk, discovering different things about each other. (Denki had lost track of exactly how many minutes of vacation were left a while ago, as he was just a bit too preoccupied with something, or someone, else.) 

Hitoshi worked as a lifeguard during the summer, weekends, and school breaks along with his two friends, Eijirou and Mina. His purple hair always stuck up like crazy, even though it got wet all the time. Oh, he also loved cats and liked to go biking when he had some free time. 

Denki had come to Hawaii for a vacation with his family, but they were sort of fighting right now. The black lighting bolt in his hair was natural, even though no one really believed him. Oh, he also loved hamburgers and liked to hang out with cute guys who liked cats when he had some free time. 

Hitoshi smiled at his last comment. Sometimes he had a hard time discerning whether someone was just being very friendly or if they were trying to flirt with him. It was seven times harder when it came to boys. But by now, he was ninety-nine percent sure Denki was flirting with him. He just called him cute for goodness sake.

They walked around for a few more minutes with no luck. Hitoshi was frustrated at the lack of care from the guests while Denki was about to go berserk. It had been twenty minutes and still no luck. How were they ever going to find her? 

Hitoshi was very worried about the blonde. He could sense the spiraling about to occur, but his break was ending right now. 

“Hey, Eijirou!” He shouted, waving both arms above his head to get the attention of the other lifeguard. The red-haired boy turned around and squinted at the pair. Was Hitoshi actually talking to another human? 

Hitoshi grabbed the blonde’s hand and ran towards the tower. Denki started thinking about how nicely the lifeguard’s hand fit in his. 

“Hitoshi, what’s up bro? Who’s this?” He climbed down from the tower and stuck his hands on his hips, looking back and forth between the two boys. His eyes followed their arms that met in a handhold, and Eijirou couldn’t help but smirk. Listening to Hitoshi while very obviously staring at their interlocked hands, he shook his leg to get the sand off before slipping his foot into a red croc. 

“This is Denki, and we are looking for his sister. So can you just cover my post for a little bit more?” 

They were not getting the hint. He watched Hitoshi very slowly slip his thumb out to stroke the side of Denki’s hand. Eijirou watched the blonde’s breath hitch as he stared straight ahead, trying not to pass away. 

The redhead just gave them a cheeky grin. “Yeah, no problem! What does she look like?” 

“Well, she’s five and has blonde pigtails and a purple swimsuit,” Denki described, motioning with his free hand. 

Eijirou considered the description, squinting, until something finally clicked. “Oh, you mean her?” He jabbed a thumb in the direction of his lifeguard tower.

The three watched as Yuki popped out behind the white wood of his lifeguard chair. Eijirou smiled, Hitoshi gasped, and Denki felt his soul ascend. He would live to see another day. 

He tore away from Hitoshi and ran over to his sister, kneeling down so they were eye level. “Yuki, why did you leave when you promised me you wouldn’t?” 

She shrugged, playing with her skirt and wiggling around. The sand must have been terribly interesting because she refused to make eye contact with her brother. Maybe she was finally feeling guilty about all the trouble she’s caused today. Denki pouted in return and furrowed his eyebrows.

Watching the blonde’s cute expression, Hitoshi could swear he fell in love just a little more. 

Yuki dashed away, kicking up sand and dodging Denki’s arms. “Not again,” he whined, bowing his head in defeat before standing up to go chase after his sister. 

She ran right past Hitoshi who scooped her up before she could escape. 

“You should have listened to your big brother, Yuki. He’s been spending all this time looking for you,” Hitoshi said in perfect Japanese. He was still standing next to Eijirou, far enough away that Denki couldn't hear him. 

She frowned and flashed him big puppy dog eyes. “I’m sorry.” 

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to,” he said, glancing over at Denki. He set her down and she ran back to him, hugging his leg. “Sorry, Denki.” 

He sighed and sat down on his butt. “It’s okay, just please don’t run away again.” 

Yuki giggled and crawled into his arms, burying her face in his neck and blowing a raspberry. 

“Yuki…” He cracked a smile and started tickling her, seeming to forget about the harrowing experience she just put him through. 

-

While the siblings made up, Eijirou left, clapping Hitoshi on the back and wishing him good luck, both with the second half of the shift and his newfound crush. 

Hitoshi climbed back up on his chair, leaning against the back of it and sighing. In the past twenty minutes, he saw a swearing Japanese boy on the verge of a breakdown, asked said boy what was wrong, helped said boy find his sister, and developed quite the crush on said boy. 

The sun beat down on Hitoshi as he watched the brother and sister duo with a smile on his face. He rested his arms on his knees, holding up his face with two curled fists. Sitting down and watching people enjoy their lives was very boring compared to the adventure he took with Denki. 

“Ooooh, who are you staring at ‘Toshi?” 

Hitoshi almost fell out of his chair, which would have been quite the sight to see. “What?” 

“You haven’t blinked for a full minute. Who are you watching?” Mina asked, surveying the ocean in search of the individual who managed to steal Hitoshi’s heart. 

“No one,” Hitoshi said, blinking aggressively. His eyes did feel very dry all of a sudden. 

Very unconvincing. “Mhm…” she mused. 

“Don’t you have work to be doing?” teased Hitoshi as he dragged his eyes away from Denki and placed them on the waitress.

She stuck her tongue out at him and tucked her hands in the back pockets of her jean shorts. Hitoshi just stared at her silently. After a few seconds, Mina just scoffed and ran a hand through her pink hair. 

“You’re so boring. I’ll find out who you were staring at though, Mr. Heart Eyes, just you wait!” Mina ran towards the other tower. “Eijirou! You’ll never guess what happened to Hitoshi!” 

Hitoshi chuckled at the black girl’s behavior. His eyes wandered for a bit before finding the blonde boy again in the water. Denki was splashing around in the water with his sister, his smile so bright that it stood out against the sunlit ocean. 

A flash of red dove into the water, momentarily drawing Hitoshi’s attention away. A few seconds later, Eijirou’s head popped out of the water, wet hair clinging to his face and over his white headband. He looked over in Hitoshi’s direction and gave him a thumbs up. Hitoshi gave him one back, unable to hear the complaints that came from Eijirou’s mouth. This was the third time he had to save someone in Hitoshi’s zone since he was too distracted by a certain blonde boy. 

Hitoshi did a once over of the sand and water before inevitably being drawn back to Denki and his sister. She was in a yellow inner tube and Denki spun her around in place, causing her to shriek out of joy. His hair was completely wet and fell down to his shoulders in nice waves. Hitoshi admitted that his swim trunks were objectively ugly, but he somehow pulled them off. It could have been the toned abs but Hitoshi was definitely not studying the muscles that looked extremely nice when Denki would emerge from the water. 

He started staring into space, dreaming about the boy, when he heard screaming. The blonde’s voice carried across the ocean as he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted. “Yuki, where are you?” 

Hitoshi looked at the inner tube, unsurprised to find empty air where a person should be. She was quite the handful it seemed. A few seconds passed before Hitoshi stood up and dove into the water to search for the lost girl. 

The saltwater stung his eyes slightly while he swam around to find her signature pigtails. He spotted her among the various legs of people and grabbed her arm, pushing her up to the surface of the water before him. 

Once he sprung up, he was met with an angry glare fixed on the small girl’s face who was back in her innertube with Denki in front of her. His back was to Hitoshi when Yuki started yelling at the purple-haired boy. 

“You ruined our game! You’re no fun,” she snipped. 

“Yuki, don’t talk to him like that. He was just making sure you’re safe,” Denki reprimanded in Japanese. 

Denki turned around to apologize to Hitoshi for his sister’s attitude, just to find that his brain had malfunctioned and refused to communicate with his mouth. He must have forgotten how to tread too, because he accidentally plunged down into the water, curing him of his original shock. 

Why were men so attractive? More specifically, purple-haired lifeguards who just came out of the water after saving his sister who didn’t need saving. 

Saltwater filled his mouth and burned his nose as he flailed in the water for a second before propelling himself upward. Choking and sputtering, he grabbed onto Yuki’s tube to stabilize himself while he was in the process of dying. 

Hitoshi watched on with concern. “Are you okay?” 

Denki kept coughing but nodded regardless. “Sorry, I, um, well, we were just-” 

His face was bright red, possibly from his near-death experience, possibly from the hot male in front of him. 

Hitoshi would bet it was the latter. 

He found that flustered Denki was somehow even cuter than beach boy Denki, and the strong desire to fluster him crept up further. He smirked to himself for a split second before swimming closer to Denki and tapping him on the shoulder. He shot a deadly smile at the coughing boy. “Hey, I’m Shinsou Hitoshi, lifeguard on duty right now,” he said in Japanese.

“I know, you told me before,” Denki reflexively replied in his first language, still recovering from the past five minutes of his life. His eyes widened. “You just spoke perfect Japanese?” 

“I did. I was born in Japan and moved here just a few years ago.” Hitoshi looked smug at the fact that he succeeded in rattling the blonde. 

Denki stared at him, trying to remember if he said anything stupid in Japanese while in the presence of the lifeguard. He didn’t think so, but he could never be sure. His coughing fit had finally stopped, and they stared at each other in silence. 

“Your English is really good, Denki,” Hitoshi said, watching a small blush spread on Denki’s cheeks again. 

“Thanks.” 

Did he always have freckles? Hitoshi wondered as he swam closer. 

The romantic moment abruptly ended when Yuki splashed water in both of their faces. 

Hitoshi shook his head to get rid of as much water as possible while Denki just growled at his sister, restraining his desire to splash her back twice as hard. The purple-haired boy noticed this and tugged on the other’s arm. Denki paused his murderous rage to look at Hitoshi. 

“Why don’t I show you around after my shift? Are you in the hotel up there?” Hitoshi asked as he pointed at the large building that loomed over the beach. 

“Yeah, yes I am. Um, sure, what time is that?” Denki stuttered out, cringing at his voice. Now was not the time to be majorly awkward, he scolded himself. He glanced back to see if Yuki was listening. Thankfully, she wasn’t or she just didn’t care. That would be quite a long conversation with his parents, one he definitely preferred not to have soon. 

Hitoshi cracked a smile at the way Denki stumbled over his words. “Around six. I can take you out to dinner at the beach restaurant.” 

“That’s perfect. I’ll meet you here again, yeah?” 

“Sure.”

Denki turned towards his sister who was entertaining herself by spinning in tiny circles. He could never be too careful when it came to boys. “If Mom and Dad ask where I go tonight, you just tell them that I made a new friend, okay?”

“Okay. Can we go back to swimming now?” she asked, looking up to find the pair laughing at her uninterested tone. 

Denki nodded through giggles while Hitoshi waved goodbye to Yuki. She’d warm up to him later if he had anything to say about it. 

Hitoshi swam to shore and walked back to his lifeguard chair. Sand stuck to his wet feet and legs. He tried brushing it off as best he could, but the curse of sand clung to his body like, well, wet sand. He dried his hair and torso off before settling back into his chair. 

Once again, his eyes found Denki whose head was sticking just above the water. He managed to position his sister so that she was sitting on his shoulders. Once she was properly situated, he stood up, boosting her into the warm air. Squeals and shouts came from her mouth as she grabbed onto his hair while Denki spun around. 

He stopped spinning, facing Hitoshi and making eye contact with him across the ocean. Denki grinned and offered a flirty wink before thrusting himself backward and falling into the water with a large splash. They surfaced a few seconds later, laughing and chasing each other around. 

Hitoshi smiled at the boy’s antics and tried to calm his racing heart. 

Someone knocked on his chair leg, pulling Hitoshi out of his thoughts about his future date. It was Eijirou who had come over to notify Hitoshi that he was taking his break now. Hitoshi nodded and watched the other lifeguard walk towards the bar to go talk to Mina. 

“Hey, Eijirou?” Arching his eyebrow in curiosity, the red-haired boy turned around and motioned for his friend to continue. “Do you think I can get off early tonight?” 

“Got a date with a cute blonde?” Eijirou teased. 

“Yeah, something like that,” the lifeguard replied with an uncharacteristically large smile on his face. 

Eijirou had never seen anything like it before.

[electrickoushi]

✎ writing / request rules

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content you’ll see from me - oneshots, headcanons, imagines, most to least likely, character studies (rare) - character x character and character x reader - fluff, angst, spice (suggestive content), smut - default reader will be female, will label gn if applicable - both sfw and nsfw (will be properly tagged)

what i won’t write - noncon, cnc - age regression - incest - pedophilia - eating disorders - self-harm - abuse - intense gore - yandere - pregnancy/parenthood - panic attacks - actively smoking, vaping, doing drugs

request rules - i have the right to veto any requests - i’ll write for bnha, haikyuu (maybe bsd, jjk, food wars based on the request) - no oneshots - can be anywhere from a general idea to a specific scenario - may be nsfw but characters will clearly be aged-up - may be fluff, angst, spice, smut - must comply with my rules - please realize that requests may take a while - please do not send the same ask multiple times (if you don’t think i got it / saw it though you can ask!) 

how to request

headcanon - 3 characters in one scenario, written in bullet points  - you can request specific characters or request one anime and i’ll pick the characters  - ex: “can i please request a headcanon for oikawa, kuroo, and suga and their favorite pickup lines to use” 

imagine - 1 character, written like a snippet of a story - please provide the character and a general idea of the scene - ex: “can i please request an imagine with osamu on a dog walking date” 

most to least likely - rank of characters  - please provide the anime and the situation (i will choose the characters)  - ex: “can i please request a most to least with haikyuu for most likely to prefer staycations” 

request here

If you’re unclear about anything, just dm or ask me!

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✛ about me

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my carrd

ellie (she/her) april 28 taurus infp-t

favorite animes - haikyuu - boku no hero academia - food wars - bungou stray dogs - your lie in april - ouran high school host club  - death note 

favorite characters - sugawara koushi* - kuroo tetsurou - miya atsumu* - kozume kenma - nishinoya yu - kaminari denki* - sero hanta - shinsou hitoshi - ranpo edogawa* - nakahara chuuya - ash lynx - L - armin arlert - norman  - fushiguro megumi *comfort characters

dni if you... - are anti-lgbtq+ or exclusionist (homophobic, biphobic, transphobic, ace/aro exclusionist, etc.) - are racist, sexist, xenophobic, anti-semitic, etc. - support pedophiles/”MAPS” - are a TERF, SWERF, etc. - believe that animesexual is a real sexuality (newsflash, it’s not)  - fetishize asians or any people as a matter of fact - use slurs that aren’t yours to reclaim - refuse to use preferred pronouns - misgender people on purpose - don’t respect religion - don’t respect neopronouns - don’t believe in trigger warnings - are a proshipper (support ships with incest, pedophilia, etc.)

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✽ haikyuu masterlist

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projects

february 14th and forever ☆ seven different dates to celebrate valentine’s day with their loved one // fluff

warm words for the holidays ☆ characters from various schools write about different prompts in their journals over winter break // fluff, light angst

oneshots

this is how I say goodbye (bokuaka) ☆ akaashi writes a letter to bokuto // light angst

cold brews, warm hearts (bokuto x reader) ☆ you stumble into a coffee shop near midnight on Christmas Eve and spend some time with the cute barista // fluff

cook me up some love (osasuna) ☆ rintarou is not excited to work at onigiri miya on valentine’s day but osamu has a little surprise for him

headcanons

when you sleep over for the first time (bokuto, osamu, sugawara) 

his favorite body part of yours - sfw (osamu, kageyama, atsumu)

his favorite body part of yours - nsfw (osamu, kageyama, atsumu) 

imagines (tba) 

most to least likely (tba)

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✽ masterlists / prompt lists

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masterlists

boku no hero academia

haikyuu

misc (tba) 

prompt lists (tba) 

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✽ bnha masterlist

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projects

february 14th and forever ☆ seven different dates to celebrate valentine’s day with their loved one // fluff

warm words for the holidays  ☆ characters from various school write about different prompts in their journals over winter break // fluff, light angst 

oneshots

bakugo and todoroki’s super secret santa mission (todobaku) ☆ bakugo and todoroki help each other find presents to give to their secret santas // fluff

denki kaminari has lost his sister (shinkami)  ☆ denki has lost his sister and a certain purple-haired lifeguard helps him search for her

headcanons (tba) 

imagines (tba)

most to least likely (tba)