Went back to my roots when I made this self insert, it’s so good embracing drawing something that’s not an OC without a fly buzzing in my ear that “SELF INSERTS ARE CRINGE 🥺” SHUT UP I HAVE CREATIVE FREEDOM
‼️I ORIGINALLY DREW THIS ART WITH AN EMPTY MANGA BACKGROUND. I WASN’T AWARE THAT THE GACHIAKUTA CREATOR DIDN’T LIKE PEOPLE USING OFFICIAL BACKGROUNDS FOR OCS. I HAVE REPORTED THE PERSON ON PINTEREST WHERE I GOT THE BACKGROUND FROM SO NOBODY MAKES THE SAME MISTAKE I DID‼️
Anyway info on my self insert:
VITAL INSTRUMENT: IPad and Stylus
User can use stylus and tablet, can use stylus to draw accessories of what specific weapon to have on (usually with premade brushes to make fighting easier) and dip the stylus inside the tablet when she loosens her stylus tip like water. When she pulls up the stylus, it comes out as the desired weapon.
“Why can’t weapons be pre-made?”
Loses motivation and creativity levels. The stylus dip only works when the brain is constantly forming new ideas. Because I conjure ideas up almost immediately, aka it ‘clicks’, it makes the effect more powerful. I am a backup giver when needs be.
Motivation is a huge power factor when it comes to my vital instrument, as for art, more motivation means more care and focus is put. The more motivated I am, the faster I can draw a weapon.
DOWNTIME: I carry a sketchbook and pencil with me. I often draw my own interests, but theres a separate sketchbook for that. I usually sketch out brainstorms and ideas. That way, my brain will keep flowing.
WHY AM I A GIVER?: Art is usually seen as only a hobby. When picked over something crucial such as medical, I held onto my tablet and pen. I was picked up by Enjin. Because art is my only skill, I put more and more care into my tablet and pen as money was tight. I was going to give up on it when Enjin stopped me, showed me why I chose art over a meaningless career (although very much needed in the Ground).
Originally, I started this drawing shortly after episode 2 of Mermaid Tales Season 2 Episode 2 came out ! Though I got sidetracked thanks to me rejoining my MHA phase as well as school.. whoops. Well I finished it today though !! Hope you like it!
DRAWING EASTER EGGS:
- All the scenes in the memory bubble either include the specific scene referenced in the voice lines in the episode, or includes some of Aphmau’s series!
- I know lady Irene specifically had a scene of her own, however the small tiny glowing dots, or mini memory bubbles, represent Irene! It’s because she’s mostly the reason why everything happens. She’s the tiny bubbles that form into bigger bubbles, which make up Aphmau’s universes if that makes sense.
The night was serene, the gentle hum of the city outside blending into the quiet stillness of your bedroom. You stirred awake, the familiar warmth of your husband Tamaki absent beside you. The clock on the nightstand read 2:14 AM, and you frowned, realizing he hadn’t come to bed yet.
With a sigh, you pushed back the covers and swung your legs over the side of the bed. Padding softly down the hallway, you made your way to the kitchen for a glass of water. As you approached the living room, you noticed a faint light seeping through the slightly ajar door of Tamaki’s home office.
Curiosity piqued, you pushed the door open wider and peeked inside. There he was, your husband, sitting at his desk, his face illuminated by the soft glow of his laptop screen. His hair was tousled, and he looked utterly focused, completely engrossed in whatever he was working on.
“Tamaki,” you called softly, not wanting to startle him.
He jumped slightly, his eyes widening as he looked up and saw you standing in the doorway. “Oh, (Y/N), I didn’t realize it was so late.”
You walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “What are you doing up? It’s the middle of the night.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I just have a lot of work to catch up on. I didn’t mean to worry you.”
You glanced at the papers scattered across his desk—reports, plans, and other hero-related documents. “You need to take care of yourself too, you know. This can wait until morning.”
Tamaki sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I know, but I just want to make sure everything is perfect. I don’t want to let anyone down.”
You smiled gently, bending down to kiss his forehead. “You won’t let anyone down by getting some rest. You’re an amazing hero, and you need to take care of yourself to keep being amazing.”
He looked up at you, his cheeks flushing a light pink. “Y-you always know how to make me feel better.”
“Come on,” you urged, tugging lightly on his arm. “Let’s go to bed. You can finish this tomorrow.”
Reluctantly, Tamaki stood up, allowing you to lead him away from his desk. As you both walked back to the bedroom, you intertwined your fingers with his, squeezing gently. “I’m proud of you, Tamaki. And I love you.”
He smiled shyly, a deeper blush spreading across his cheeks. “I-I love you too, (Y/N). Thank you for always looking out for me.”
You both climbed back into bed, and you snuggled close to him, feeling the familiar warmth of his body against yours. Within minutes, Tamaki’s breathing evened out, and you knew he was finally getting the rest he needed.
when you met tamaki, he was a loner, too shy to talk to anyone or make friends
you felt sorry for the guy, as he didn't seem like a bad person! so, you approached him and tried to become his friend!
you were the first person to show tamaki kindness, but he quickly mistook this friendliness of yours for something romantic…
tamaki began to believe you had feelings for him and were simply too shy to admit it, therefore trying to become his friend instead
tamaki's view of his relationship with you quickly became twisted. while he at first believed you were in love with him, he soon began to convince himself you two were already a couple!
so whenever you'd spend time with another friend of yours, it only fueled his jealousy!
tamaki can't imagine himself with anyone but you, since you were the first person to show him kindness
and he doesn't want to make friends either, as all he cares about is you!
the likelihood of him ever making the first move is INCREDIBLY slim
but it would become increasingly obvious of his feelings for you as time goes on
he is always nervous with new people, but you can see the shift in his original anxiety from when you met, to his quiet reserved nature as friends, to his newfound flustered attitude around you
you realize quickly, unless you're painfully oblivious, what his behavior switch towards you means. the blushes, the way he doesn't shy away from your touch but he stammers and refuses to look at you, the subtle quiet compliments he gives you
so you need to be brave and tell him how you feel. no need to get super sappy, just be blunt and honest and with a red face he will slowly find the words to express his own feelings properly
this is definitely his first relationship. everything is new to him, and he doesn't like new things. he doesn't want to embarass himself, to let you down, so he finds himself googling silly things like 'how to kiss', 'how to text your partner', stuff like that
it seems dramatic, but he overthinks everything and worries he might do something wrong
however, he wouldn't fall for you for no reason. he trusts you, he loves you, and he trusts that you wouldn't hurt him or make fun of him.
so eventually, he does calm down and learns to just let you lead where he needs you to, or he just wings what he can
and especially once he realizes how you don't care at all at how clueless he is, he calms down a lot. he thinks of everything less as a task to figure out and more of learning you as a person
he becomes more confident when he's with you. he still has his moments of anxiety and fluster, but unless you do something unexpected he learns to handle it a lot better
he does always get flustered at obvious flirting, especially if you turn it sexual, but he goes from red faced and incoherent to just blushing softly and rolling his eyes
hes kinda sassy, ngl.
as he grows more confident, every once In a while he'll turn it back on you and surprise you with some random flirting or affection.
petnames are kind of rare, but if you express your enjoyment of them he will do it more
he does have a note in his phone that's dedicated to you. anything you've mentioned liking, wanting, preferences, worries, anything. he wants to commit everything about you to memory so he can make you as happy as possible
he always appreciates more than anything when you notice when his anxiety is spiking, because you are something that calms him down. him 'wanting to go home' turns into meaning he wants to go to you
but he can gain all the confidence in the world when it comes to you. if you also have anxiety, or some other issue, or even if it's just a random moment - he is doing anything he can to help you calm down or get out of this situation. he will yell at people, he will fight people, he doesn't care anymore.
you've helped him so much that he wants to help you at least as much
him coming out of his shell around you helps him outside of you as well. he's never as comfortable with others as he is with you, but friends and observers will notice him becoming more talkative and open with people as time goes on. strangers are still iffy, but you've helped him a ton
after graduating, he quickly becomes a popular pro hero, which takes up even more of his time. by now, you're likely living together, but you both still feel the lack of each other's presence
he might become a bit of an insomniac just so that he can have more time with you. he doesn't care if he's tired tomorrow, if it means he can hold you a little longer
he holds onto you like you might vanish a lot. even just in daily lives, he might be holding onto your clothes if your hands are busy.
arguments are so so so so rare. generally, it's because there isn't really anything to argue about. at most, it might just be a worried conversation about either of your health, or some other serious thing. but never relationship threatening or anything
and these arguments are never screaming matches or something. yeah, sometimes one of you might get annoyed and raise your voice a little, but it's never serious and you both calm down fairly quickly.
he is also quick to apologize if he does do something to upset you. he communicates well even if hes bad with words, and he genuinely wants to understand your perspective
he likes taking you on picnics a lot. he likes food themed dates, of course, but picnics are always fun. they're cute, they're simple enough, and he likes to make you little flower crowns
sometimes he's a little insecure of you seeing him when he uses his quirk - he thinks he looks so weird, sprouting random animal parts all over his body. but he finds it incredibly endearing/embarassing when you express various reasons you enjoy some of them. even if it's just petting a furry limb and saying it's soft
he likes holding your hand with pinkies laced. any hand holding is good, but there's something cute about lacing pinkies to him
he likes spraying your perfume/cologne on his things. he likes having a reminder of you on him
he kisses your hands a lot. he'll slowly kiss all your knuckles while he rubs your palm, sometimes he's barely even paying attention as he does it.
hes a pouty kind of jealous. but he will fight if someone is genuinely bothering you. he doesn't like that other people might want you, although he completely understands why they would
but he doesn't restrict you in any way. again. he trusts you. he knows you wouldn't betray his trust like that. if you did, he would be actually furious, but luckily you would never
he would want something that symbolizes you on him. like a necklace with your initial on it, or your name sewn into his hero costume. he believes that you own him body and soul, and he doesn't care if it's cringey. he's happy
would probably do anything if you asked him to. wanna go on a scary roller coaster, he'll do it. wanna adopt a pet, sure why not. wanna try smoking but you're nervous, he'll do it with you. anything.
he likes making you little gifts, but he's always incredibly embarassed to give them to you. he worries they're not good enough, or youll think it's dorky, but you always love them. the first time he wrote you a love letter he ran away as soon as you started reading it, as if you hadn't been together for like a year already
cuddling is always a need for him. he holds you so close, but not in a restrictive way. it's the best kind of cuddling where it's loose enough to feel free but still feel him all around you
hes not too warm either, so you don't worry about overheating
and he always touches you respectfully unless you ask him otherwise. he doesn't want you to feel like he's just sexualizing you, so he keeps to the more innocent areas
he kisses so softly, so carefully. he has his heated moments of course, but he's always gentle with you. his kisses always last at least a few seconds, even if it's just a quick kiss.
he talks about you a lot to his friends. he doesn't care if he becomes the annoying partner obsessed boyfriend, he loves you and you're his entire life essentially. he loves showing off how amazing you are, and his friends, especially Mirio and Nejire, never complain because they see how happy he is, even after years of being together
he likes to take care of you. even if you split chores, responsibilities, costs - he likes to pick up on some of your half of things to make your life easier. and he appreciates when you do the same for him when he's too tired to do it himself
he cooks a lot, if you like to cook then you probably take turns, but if not hes happy to cook every night.
if you have to wake up early, hell wake up even earlier to make you a lunch for work.
he never forgets to give you your goodmorning/goodnight kisses. if hes not there expect a text. or even a call before bedtime
he pouts if you don't respond to his i love you. he will repeat it over and over until you say it back, which can be a fun way to tease him occasionally
anniversaries and your birthday are very important to him. he likes doing more private things with you, like celebrating at home or somewhere he can reserve for just you two (which becomes more possible with that pro hero money)
he doesn't have much social media presence, his own personal accounts are private and only close friends follow it. he rarely posts, but he does have a few posts of you, and he posts you on his story when you two do fun stuff.
he probably enjoys spa nights with you - doing face masks, massaging each other, doing any sort of health/beauty routines you have
this man is the epitome of worshipping the ground you walk on. years later and he still has heart eyes when he sees you. there's never even been a sliver of doubt in his mind about you
hes probably been looking at rings since you started dating, but he wanted to wait until the both of you were set in your own personal lives before even asking you to marry him
but he surprises you eventually in your early-mid 20s with a proposal, it's a very intimate setting and he gives you a long sappy speech, and he found the most perfect ring for you - its perfect
The room felt heavy, like the air itself was pressing down on you. Curled up on the couch, you stared blankly at the wall, the world muffled and distant. The weight of your thoughts was suffocating, each one spiraling into the next, leaving you trapped in a fog you couldn’t shake.
A soft knock at the door barely registered, but the familiar, hesitant voice that followed cut through the haze. “Y/N? I-It’s me… Tamaki. Can I… come in?”
You didn’t respond right away, but the door creaked open, and Tamaki stepped inside, his dark hair falling over his eyes as he fidgeted nervously. He held a small bag, his fingers twisting the handle anxiously. His eyes met yours for a brief moment before darting away, but there was no judgment in them—only quiet understanding.
“I… I heard you weren’t feeling great,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. “I-I didn’t know if you wanted company, but… I thought… maybe you shouldn’t be alone.” He glanced at you again, his cheeks faintly pink, but his expression was earnest, almost pleading.
You managed a small nod, and he shuffled closer, sitting on the edge of the couch like he was afraid to take up too much space. “I… I get it,” he said softly, his voice trembling but sincere. “Sometimes it feels like… like everything’s too much. Like you’re drowning, and no one can see it. I-I feel that way a lot, too.”
His words hit deeper than you expected, and your throat tightened. Tamaki’s hands fidgeted in his lap, but he kept going, his voice steadying just a little. “I know it’s hard to believe right now, but… you’re not weak for feeling like this. It’s just… your heart’s carrying a lot, you know? And that’s okay. You don’t have to carry it alone.”
He reached into the bag and pulled out a small, wrapped package—a favorite snack of yours, something he must’ve remembered from a passing conversation. “I-I thought this might help. A little. And, um…” He hesitated, then pulled out a tiny plush octopus, its round eyes almost comically serious. “I… I have one like this. It helps when I’m… overwhelmed. I thought maybe you’d like it.”
A faint warmth stirred in your chest, the smallest crack in the fog. Tamaki’s nervous kindness, his quiet presence, felt like an anchor in the storm. He wasn’t pushing you to talk or forcing positivity—he was just there, sharing the weight of the moment.
“You don’t have to say anything,” he added quickly, his ears red. “But… I’m here. As long as you need me to be. And… you’re enough, Y/N. Even when it doesn’t feel like it.”
He stayed, his quiet breathing a steady rhythm in the silence, and for the first time that day, you didn’t feel quite so alone.
note: I wrote this before i got out of bed yesterday morning. like, I woke up, and the gods of creativity possessed my brain and this flowed out of my fingertips and and onto my keyboard.
Pro-Hero!MHA x Reader: Kirishima, Midoriya, Tamaki, Shinsou, Bakugou
Words: 3.8k
Prompt:
A telltale quiver wracks your body every now and then. Trembling: like a ghost which holds its wrenching fingers in wait to play piano on your nerves and muscles- attacking your body without warning or mercy. Once upon a time, those unsettling sensations would have been the sign of a flare-up or overextention… but now, phantom spasms merely unlock memories of pains seen and unseen.
How will your hero best soothe your aches?
Warnings: desc. of injury/ body aches, language (because BK exists) HURT/COMFORT/FLUFF assorted
For my My Hero Academia Masterlist, check it out here!
A/N: Still working through some fun asks, but here's some headcanons since it's been a minute~ show weeks are crazy for me (my theatre kids get it) Happy Halloween and Happy Booping, yall!
--Eijiro Kirishima
The first time you jumped out of your skin at work due to someone's hand landing on your back, Sero simply figured you spooked easily from behind. You made a joke right away to his teases. Then another time, you pinned whoever it was to the wall, when it happened to poor unsuspecting Mina at a party. You apologized and everyone laughed the overreaction off- sweet ‘Pinky’ included.
But it wasn’t till it happened a third time at night -in your kitchen- with your own sweet-spirited Kirishima, that he finally became the one to learn what the reason behind your jerks stems from.
You were a little down in the face, getting some ice cream when he sleepily trudged out of bed for some water– and to find his sweetheart who’d left him cold and lonely. He found you up and tracing the bottom of your dish with your spoon, and made to come behind you with a hand to your waist– when you gasped. Flinching hard and snacking him with a grab– to root him to the spot and rear up to hit your attacker-
"OW- babe, it's just me!!"
Your eyes widened and back stayed arched until you kind of stuttered and rubbed it with your free hand. Your gaze fell away to Kirishima’s arm- with stinging tears and guilt. You’d drop the scoop carelessly on the counter and regulate your breaths, all in hopes this could be perceived as another nervous-nelly reaction and not sign of what this actually is… something worse.
"I-I’m sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, baby-" Kiri carefully raised a hand to brush your face into a sweet caress. Like magic, his touch soothes and your back finally eased up and let you sigh.
"No. I'm sorry. God, did I hurt you?" you straightened and rubbed at his arm yourself.
"Nah, it's fine, manly hit tho, babe!" He brushed it off until his laugh died seeing your eyes. "Hey. You ok? Is... something wrong with your back?" Kirishima smooths your hoodie’s folds back over your shoulders and down your arms to casually hold your waist."You were... rubbing it, just now."
"...happens more than I let on..." you sighed a little dejected. "Old injury, just - spasms- sometimes, when someone comes from behind me and I didnt notice."
Kirishima’s gears worked together through the drowsiness,, "so... when Mina?"
"Yeah."
"And when Sero came in the-"
"Not as bad, but yeah," you nodded.
"Oh God, babyyyy," he lifted you and rubbed the outsides of your thighs when he sat you on the counter, shifting the ice cream remnants aside and caressing your low back. "Why didn't you say anything? I never would have teased you like that! Damn, I give you surprise hugs all the time..."
"It's not all the time!" you tried to assure him. "I usually hear you or know it's coming, and it's nice. It's really nice."
A fond smile brings you to run a hand through his floppy hair.
"I.... it actually feels better when I know it's you at my back. It feels... safe, y’know?"
He hummed and lifted his brows, raising his hands to your cheeks and giving you a sweet kiss.
"Then consider me your personal koala, angel. I've got your back." The reassurance would touch you at its sweetness– till you see that he glanced down to your cleavage. "And your front, too."
"Oh hush, Kiri."
He laughed at the far more tame slap at his chest and tickled your sides to get you to join in. Once calmed down, you hugged Kirishima tight from your spot on the counter and so did he- now taking careful, soothing rubs on your back.
"I love you so much, baby. Tell me anytime it hurts from now on, ok?"
-- Izuku Midoriya
It was in training at Grounds A when it began storming outside, so you figured you’d stay a little longer and not fight the bad weather on the roads. If nothing else, it gives you extra time to watch him practice his new and improved shoot style. With the new suit came a learning curve, so Izuku practically lived on campus nowadays, long after his classes were over. Before he could take to the streets, he’d need to learn how to work as a hero again, merging his physical disciplines with the new tech he now wears to protect himself.
Happy to spend any break with him and support him on his hero track, you came anytime Izuku called and asked for you to take notes. He’d call out how high he guesses he can reach, and you’d yell the actual figure back as soon as he landed; as a game of sorts to see how far he could go.
Izuku shouted one simultaneously with a thunder crack and while you did answer, it sounded faint. He looked back through sweaty bangs and he noticed you kind of spoke it downwards to the ground- and you were rubbing at your back with an awkward reach.
"You ok?" Izuku called– you looked up suddenly and smiled to mask the quivering sensation as it died down.
"Yeah, I'm good! Go again!"
A few more rounds passed and in between kicks, the thunder cracked again. Even Izuku cringed at the sight out the window, seeing how nasty it was getting. The passing worry over ‘Kacchan’ being out in this drek came through a mutter when he bounded back to your side with a solid thud on the ground, looking to you for perhaps some reassurance–
– at least he was seeking you out, until he realized he was the one who needed to attend to you. Izuku’s eyes went wide and he rushed to your side with a higher-pitched call of your name.
Shoulders held uncomfortably straight, you were half slumped on the railing, trying to regulate your breaths.
Izuku huffed over to your side in a second, the flash of electric teal ebbing through his suit's grooves catching your eyes as he worried in front of you.
"I'm really fine," you rasped, "it happens’a lot– more annoying than anything." You chuckled as it eased up and allowed you to carefully kneel to a sit. Izuku crouches by you too, easing you down slowly.
"Honey, that's not normal! What's happened? Are you ok?? "
He is quick to start mother-henning you, cupping your cheeks… and you had to smile.
"It’s just a phantom pain," you twisted and pointed at the back "Not even really ‘painful’ anymore, even- just.. strange. Like, have you ever had a bad dream that something's poking you in the back, but nothing’s really there?"
He sweated through that strange scenario, "Uhhhhh, no? I've never had that before..."
"Well, it’s a thing. The doctor checked me out," you brushed off all the same. "Just the thunder spooked me, and it acted up. Loud noises make me jump., and everything siezes."
Izuku is still hard to settle, so you give him the speed-read through what happened to you. A rookie mistake of pushing yourself beyond your limits when you were young resulted in a (potentially) life-long bout with strengthening your core, keeping good posture… years have been spent working around the scar tissue under the surface as best as you can manage.
"Scar tissue?"
"Yeah, right... here."
You thumbed at the spot of your tremors,
"Surgery took care of it. There's not even a bad incision- it just..--”
-a low rumble shook the sky-
“- teases, sometimes. Under the surface."
"Oh," Izuku mumbled, noting you seemed embarrassed, “So it’s like a missing limb? Amputees will say that, I hear. Aizawa has before, too, after what he did with his leg...”
Thinking back to a darker time, you’d felt the same of yourself… when you worried whether or not you’d walk again. It has been so scary, feeling that there should have been horrible pins and debris sticking out of you with how your nerves twisted and pinched all around the site of your wound. As much as you wish it wouldn't, sometimes it feels like yesterday that you were laid up in the hospital for endless scans and tests for weeks on end.
Simply put, you agree so as to not worry him more: “In a way, yes.”
"-But it’s not hurting you?"
"Not... ‘hurt’ exactly, just feels kinda queasy."
Izuku’s powers of observation can read as overwhelming, though right now, you think it’s sweet how he’s taking in every inch of you to memory. He's running through a thousand and one solutions- you know the signs.
He got an idea.
"Hey, well, let me rinse off and we can stay in and watch a show until this storm lets up! That way, you won’t be alone! And I'll sit at your back... I can rub it, if it helps?" His ears got a little pink as he rambled through, but you smiled up at his eyes sweetly.
"That'd be nice~"
-- Tamaki Amajiki
Tamaki laid curled up in his favorite spot on your chest: his long-sleeved hand rests tucked into himself while he nuzzles into your neck. It’s his favorite spot since he could hear you and feel all of you so well, but you didn't have to see his face.
He admittedly had fallen asleep there, even though a storm had started. Poor baby can sleep through almost anything as long as you're still enough (as his pillow).
But today? When your jump underneath him roused him, he suddenly went self conscious,
"mmmmmAHHH, s-sorry, I didnt- I... hey, what are..."
A moment’s delay, Tamaki noticed your pained expression as you let out shallow breaths.
"What's wrong? Did I hurt you??"
"No, honey, no, you’re... ahh... yer’fine...." you tried to press your tummy back down and nuzzle back into bed. You were clearly preoccupied and not able to fully focus on resolving his quivering self as quickly as you normally would.
"Y-you’re shaking..." Bridging up on an elbow off of you, Tamaki sounded concerned and a little more commanding. He could be very protective once he knew there wasn't a risk of embarrassing himself, "Tell me what hurts, love."
He laid on his side and regarded every twitch of your face as you glanced his way. For all his shrinking into himself and generally submissive nature, no one stands in your corner like Tamaki Amajiki. Now with your roles of confidence reversed, you felt ashamed not telling him sooner.
"It's just... my low back." You turned to face him, thumbing it, and he instantly touched the spot, your skin jumping at contact but settling as he palmed it. "It acts up sometimes... old injury and all."
"Do I need to take you to the nurse?"
"Oh no," you brushed off, "there's nothing she'd do anyway- it's supposed to go away on its own." Then another thunderclap brought it on again, and he tightened onto you again.
His little face dropped, feeling horrible that you were suffering all this time. After your initial recovery, physical therapies, even taking you to and from your yoga classes, Tamaki had foolishly assumed you’d made a full recovery without an ounce of lingering trouble.
"I can't believe I didn't see this before. God, I'm a terrible boyfriend…" he mumbled into your shoulder, holding on for comfort as he tucked you under his arm so your back laid mostly on the bed again and he shielded you from on top. You cooed at his self deprivation and just petted through his hair.
"Tama-honey,” you tapped his chin to look up at you, "you're the best boyfriend I could- ever- wish for.”
And it's not a lie- never a lie when it comes to him. Had he only been in your life during your recovery from that pesky broken leg back in your teens, you're sure you would have bounced back ten times faster.
You're here now," you sunk adorably under him to make him feel bigger, "why would I ever feel anything but completely safe with you?"
His little lip quivered into a smile and he leaned to kiss your nose and cheek to which you sighed at both touches happily. "What should I do? To help, I mean?"
You keen a little at this caring attention. You rarely told him to do anything due to his fawning -and already skittishy- nature that simply wanted to be held and adored when in your company… but with how gentle he's being, this opening makes you answer him honestly. What's so wrong about giving him a reason to please you?
"Back rubs are nice~”
When you turn over gingerly and he starts to pet along your back, you wiggle your hips a touch.
“You can go under, hon. I won’t break, promi-”
“U-UNNDER?!”
You giggle into the pillow. Simple back scratches will have to do for your shy darling.
-- Hitoshi Shinsou
You haven't noticed much pain since you were in the hospital, post-accident. The meds they gave you were gold, and just about knocked you out within fifteen minutes of a dose. Truly all you’d wanted was to go home and ride out your recovery, but everyone on staff urged you to take the PT seriously, as it would help you in the long run. Your chief cheerleader -and drill sergeant- was none other than your partner in both heroics and love, Shinsou.
Once settled in your second story apartment, you really hedged against leaving to brave the stairs unless absolutely necessary. But even when you needed to for an appointment, Hitoshi was there, taking you by the hand to support you step by step. There to help you shower, there to help you dress until you could proudly manage on your own. But even then, you claimed you relied on his witty banter more than anything else… He’s strong in every sense of the word, and stoic where you need him to be, even now off duty. You missed heading out to fight crime with him, but ‘all in good time, sweetness’ was his anthem during your six week long ‘house arrest’.
Being home was such a happy change of pace from the white hallways of the triage floor; you were actually eager to tackle the monotony of chores again. Shinsou had encouraged you to rest, but didn’t fuss or demand it when you went piddling around the apartment. It wasn’t until you were putting dishes away that you had your first, huge flare-up.
You couldn’t even call it pain- just the most intense muscle spasm and queasiness you've ever felt that shook you from your low back up your spine. The sensation honestly scared you. The mug in question immediately retreated to the counter and you stumbled beside the fridge -balancing on the counter- your breaths fast and short as the tremors vibrated in you,
"Hi–Hitoshi?!" You called weakly, trying not to panic.
He was there in a matter of seconds; he’d already heard the crash and was on his way to investigate. You heard him curse lightly before coming up beside and behind you, lowering your arms from their mismatched hold on whatever cabinet handles you could grab and placed both palms on the counter,
"Let go," he prompted, and you obeyed without any coercion. When you held onto the flat surface, he took your waist in his hands to steady you. "Don't tense- breathe through it, deep breaths."
"What's happening…?" you can’t turn to look, even though you wanted to.
"It's in your back, right here?" Shinsou laid a warm palm on the queasy area, and you whimpered an affirmation. "You're ok, sweetheart. It’ll pass- it's just a spasm. It'll pass... just breathe."
You forced yourself an inhale that’s not as slow as you know he’d prefer, but Shinsou doesn’t correct you. Here he stands, rubbing your back with two expert fingers and his thumb over the bundle of nerves where your initial surgery had been. It seemed to help because breathing got easier.
"That's it,” He whispered close to your ear, closing his eyes to pray. "You're doing good." He kissed a few spots on your shoulder as you relaxed as the minute wore on, him rubbing your back and you sinking away from the counter as your back bowed back from its arch.
"Oh my God...." you breathed.
"Better?"
You nodded. He looked up and saw the open pantry and let out a little breath. He kept a hand on your waist and put the mug up himself.
"You know things like this are why I'm here. Don't push yourself."
You soured at that, "I should be able to reach things in my own kitchen..."
"You will- just not right now." Shinsou said firmly, but in a tone that softened at the end whenever he was with you. You turned your back to the counter,
"Thanks," you breathed out, rubbing up his arm. "That was... really wierd. And kinda scary."
"The same happens in my neck from time to time. Not so much anymore. It will fade after a couple months."
You exasperated at the sound of that time frame. Shinsou had suffered a bout of whiplash after a villain sting earlier that year, and you remembered his more subtle shudders and shivers indicating his nerves were getting back to standard operating procedure. That neurological progress took nearly half the year, just as he said.
But Shinsou knows your brand of impatience all too well. He lifted your chin to his gaze, more concern than scolding,
"-which is why you need to take your recovery seriously. I know you wanna bounce back fast; I can help you get there. You know what to do. We want to avoid these as much as we can."
You nodded, but your chest still sunk. You know more practically that you couldn’t bother him every time it happened, yet you now fear what would happen now if he hadn't been here. He’s only off night duty for another week, so after this weekend, you’ll be managing life solo, more or less…
But despite any lingering discomfort showing on your face, Shinsou would do anything to see it go away. He pressed a kiss to the soft edge of your eyeline and leaned his forehead to yours, rubbing your back comfortably in his hold- making your hands naturally hold back on his arms to make him stay. He brought you gaze back up,
"Hey sunshine..."
You opened your eyes to see his small smile. Makes him look all the more sleepy, but it’s such a soft sight, you’re happy to see it all the same.
"Do you trust me?"
You smiled back a little brighter. "I do."
"Then you should let me help you when you need it. I'm counting on you to tell me when that is. Promise?"
"I promise." You closed your eyes, just soaking in his presence. "I just want to be normal, babe."
He nuzzled noses with you, "Normal is subjective. You're healing, and that's nothing to be ashamed of."
You had to smile at his logical reasoning– takes after his mentor. So you nodded and asked if you could turn in and start up a bath, even if it was a little early in the day.
He massaged the soft skin by your ear and responded, "of course, love. Whatever you want."
--Katsuki Bakugo
You had rare help in the kitchen most days at this hour, since Bakugou was still on some personal leave from his agency (a forced break from his pr specialist who's placed him in time-out from the public eye). Given the availability he now has should be regarded as a gift, he was there to readily help you and no doubt distract you with kisses while you worked. His teasing has carried on throughout the afternoon as he cleaned up behind you, and was working on washing up the last few dishes when you were getting out a stockpot for dinner.
Crouching a little too fast to reach it on the low shelf, the shooting queasiness had your back bowing, and breath expelling out of your lungs in a gasp not unlike ‘fear’. You flopped almost immediately to your butt and pivoted with your back to the cabinet as you let out an uncontrollable moan.
At the sound of a hushed 'ughhh not again' in your first language, Bakugo peeked from the other end of the island and couldn’t find you at first… so he leaned off to the side and found your crunched body on the floor.
With a loud curse, he dropped everything and rushed to your side,
"What the hell happened??" Bakugou’s hands went everywhere, from your hands to your shoulder, scanning your legs and your tense face for signs of a cut or a bruise you could have made this quickly.
"Babe, I'm fine, this is normal f’me."
"THE FUCK YOU’RE FINE– you're on the DAMN FLOOR!" He went to pull you up bridal style but you stopped him suddenly,
"No, no don't!! It's just gotta pass first…"
His eyes went wide and felt panic creep down his back. Bakugou flopped criss-crossed on the floor, and ran a hand through his hair- all that’s left was to watch you helplessly, which was the last thing he wanted to do in this moment. Surely he could do something. The waiting made him angrier than ever for a split second, until he reigned in some breaths himself. Eventually, the blond just reached a hand out to rub your knee. What else was he supposed to do?
You sensed your boyfriend’s now silent concern, and sent a little weak smile his way as it started ebbing away,
"It's already better. My back just seized up sometimes, it's just an old injury that acts up every now and again. I usually don't do ‘squatty’ movements like that- things that tax it,” -you wink a little playfully- “Rookie mistake~”
Bakugou nodded, yet just stared at your core as it leveled back to normal.
"Sorry about that. Getting older sure doesn’t help these things~" You breathed out as you sat up normally-- only to have Bakugou launch at you fast and grip you to him–
You yelped at his sudden reach but brought a hand to his back– strange, that you think you might need to soothe him instead with how hard he’s breathing–
"Katsuki?"
"Don't scare me like that again, dummy," he croaked out, nuzzling his face into the warmth of your neck and cradling your head to him in the dearest way.
Really, you should know better by this point. He can be battered and bruised beyond recognition and won’t pay a bit of attention to himself… but when you get so much as a paper cut or a wasp’s sting, and he will nearly go ballistic to tend to you.
tamaki has a hard time saying no, so when you asked him if he could help you study for the upcoming exams, he couldn't help but agree to it
though as soon as you arrived at his dorm room, tamaki began to get flustered and slowly regretted that he agreed or didn't bring anyone else along…
you were being very nice to him, but perhaps a bit too nice!
telling him how cute he looks when he's flustered, gently touching his arm when you want his attention and all those things only made tamaki more flustered!
he could barely focus on tutoring you, when you were sitting so close to him and kept saying things that made his cheeks turn crimson red
by the end of the study session, tamaki had barely taught you anything, as you were busy flirting with him and flustering the poor boy instead…
Fun fact: Tamaki constantly uses the wrong plural word for octopus- he says "octopi" (most common use) but the official term is "octopuses" since it's derived from Greek instead of Latin ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ
Not me swooning over this and play it over and over
Don’t you just love it when his main reason not to go home is Nejire will be mad at him? Of course Mirio’s words too but my Tamaneji heart is fangirling so hard to think about it and Nejire being mad at him is what he mentioned first so
