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Always Be My Hero Ch. 1

Summary: When Tenya and y/n were six, they were inseparable, their days filled with playdates arranged by their mothers, where Tenya played the brave hero rescuing her, even as they were teased about being a perfect pair. But everything changed when y/n moved to the States a year later, and after Tenya’s brother, Tensei, was paralyzed by the villain Stain, he focused entirely on becoming a hero, letting their connection fade as y/n quietly did the same. Five years later, she returns to Japan as Suneater’s project manager at Fatgum’s agency, and unsure of how it will feel to see Tenya again, she tries to avoid him, left wondering if distance has changed them too much to ever reconnect.

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Chapter 2 >

“Oh, please! Will someone save me!” A small child dramatically called out, her hand resting on her forehead. She stood on a makeshift island of various blankets and pillows on the floor of the Iida's living room. Piles of toys were haphazardly scattered around y/n. Aoi Iida believed they were supposed to be flames or maybe building rubble. She struggled to hide her amusement behind her teacup as her son zoomed into the room, cape flying behind him.

“Don’t worry, lovely lady! Ingemium has arrived!” Tenya announced. His little voice boomed with bravery. His little fists balled on his hips, a wide smile painted on her face. y/n squealed with delight.

“My hero!”

Yn’s mom, Sora y/n, snorted in her tea. Aoi slapped her knee. Both women burst out in laughter at their children’s adorable play. The pair turned to their moms, clearly unimpressed.

“Mom!” Y/n whined, “You promised you wouldn’t laugh this time! This is very important training for Tenya when he grows up to be a great and fearless hero.”

Sora tried to control herself, but her daughter’s scrunched-up face incited another burst of laughter.  Yn stomped over and weakly slapped her mom’s thigh. Sora eventually caught her breath. She bent over and picked up y/n, whose bottom lip puckered out.

“You are right, my love. I am so sorry,” She apologized. “You are a very good friend for helping Tenya.” This seemed to have pleased the seven-year-old. Y/n snuggled into her mom’s arm, but kept her arms crossed and maintained a deep pout. 

“I am a good friend,” she mumbled against her mom’s skin, “And when I grow up, Tenya will save everyone! He’ll be a better hero than stinky Tensei!”

“Hey!” The older son protested from the kitchen. The poor young man only entered the kitchen to grab a juice box after his workout. y/n poked her head to look over her mother’s shoulder. She stuck out her tongue and pulled down her bottom right eye. He retaliated. 

Tenya, not bothered by his mother’s laughter and ignoring his brother, nodded determinedly. “I’ll be so fast nothing will ever harm y/n."

Aoi ruffled his midnight blue hair. “You are a kind, sweet Tenya. I just know you’ll be a stronger hero than  your father and brother.” 

“Is anyone on my side?” Tensei whispered to himself as he walked back into the garage. No one responded to him. 

The pride shone through Tenya’s eyes. The dream of a good future reflected brightly in his eyes.  To her side, Aoi caught the mischievous gleam in Sora’s eyes. Sora choked her head, warning her that they shouldn’t tease them, but Aoi couldn’t bite back her smile either. Wouldn’t it be so fun though? 

“Oh Tenya, I am so relieved to hear my daughter will marry such a strong and noble hero,” y/n’s mom squeezed the red cheeks of her child, “I can die happily knowing my daughter will be sooo well taken care of.”

Tenya’s cheeks bloomed bright red, the tips of his ears hot.

“M-marry?! Who said anything about marriage? Marriage is gross!” 

“Gross! Mom! Tenya has germs!” 

Both children paused and processed what the other said. Which led to them yelling over each other. One was offended that the other wouldn’t want to marry them, even though they also don’t want to marry. Aoi and Sora exchanged a knowing look. They continued to watch their children argue. Somewhere in the arguing, the children grabbed each other’s hands. Even when they were mad at each other, they were stitched together. An unspoken bet formed between the two women. 

One year later

“What do you mean you’re moving?” Tenya asked. y/n’s face was splotchy from constant crying. It felt like she had been crying for years.

“Mom said that she got a stupid job in the States and we have to move at the end of the month.” y/n struggled to say through the sobs. Her throat scratched from raw emotions. Tenya froze in the entrance of his friend’s house. His best friend, his only friend, was leaving him?

“But…but why does that mean you have to leave? You could just live with my mom and me. You can have Tensei's room! He doesn’t need it. Mom’s been begging him to move out! I’m sure she would say yes.” 

“I already asked. My mom said no.”

Tenya hated the tremble that took over y/n’s tiny frame. For once, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to comfort his friend.

“But you’re supposed to watch me become a great and powerful hero?” Tenya’s chest ached. Tenya’s mom squeezed his shoulder as a comfort, but he shrugged her off.

He glared at the adults. How dare they separate them! He grabbed his friend’s hand and dragged her up the stairs to her room.

When they entered her room, he slammed the door shut. He turned around to check on her when he noticed the boxes. The room was practically empty. Only her bed and a bare desk were left in the room. He inhaled hard and squeezed her hand tighter. He saw the stuffed penguin he got her for her last birthday on top of one of the boxes, and he bawled.

y/n was startled. She wasn’t sure if she had ever seen him cry this hard. Not even when Tensei came home with a broken leg, and Tenya thought they had to cut it off.  For the next hour, both children cried on each other, clinging to each other until Sora and Aoi opened the door, only to find them passed out on the floor, clinging to each other.

At the airport, Tenya had a death grip on his mother’s hand. She told him he had to be brave for y/n. Moving to another country would be very scary for her, and it was important that Tenya was happy for his friend, so that y/n wouldn’t be sad.

Tenya didn’t want to make his friend sad. He also didn’t want to see his friend leave. But his mom told him that he had to be a hero today, to show her how to be brave.

At the gate, they would not let go of each other’s hands. They did everything to distract from the inevitable. They read each other’s favorite manga. They shared a bag of chips. They ran around the terminal and pretended to be anywhere but the airport. But nothing stopped the flight attendant from announcing that passengers were now boarding.

Tenya stood by the door, squeezing y/n’s hand.

“Promise you’ll call?”

“Every day.”

“...Promise to wait for me?” Tenya held down the tears burning his eyes. He put on a big wobbly smile. You have to be brave, Tenya. 

“I promise." She smiled back. It was small and bittersweet, but she gave him one last big hug. Before she boarded, she handed him a keychain. It was a chrome engine that revved when he pressed the button. A reminder that he was her hero.

He waved goodbye as he watched her walk down to the plane. When the plane took off, he ran past the windows, looking out to the runway. He ran faster and faster until the plane took off into the sky. Tenya dropped to his knees and let out all of the crocodile tears that he was holding back. He helplessly watched his best friend fly thousands of miles away from him. 

Tenya kept his promise over the years. He never stopped training, and his conviction to become a hero grew stronger since she left. Maybe if he got fast enough, he could run across the ocean and then separate them. He called as much as he could. There were times when one of them would fall asleep on the phone, while the other had to get ready for school that day. The different time zones make them miss each other often. But they managed to stay close. 

“They were so mean, Tenya.” y/n called Tenya early in the morning. According to his math, she just got out of school. y/n was 9 years old, and Tenya just turned 10 and a half. 

“ Everyone showed off their quirk, and everyone was so impressed, but when it was my turn, everyone laughed at me!” Through her rushed words, and the fact that he was still waking up, Tenya had a hard time understanding what she was saying. But he knew what she was referring to. Unfortunately, this was a challenge that y/n encountered with every new school that she would enroll in. And she changed schools a lot. 

“I am so sorry, y/n. What did you end up showing them?” 

“ I wanted to show them my sketchbook. I drew all of their favorite heroes, but they didn’t care. All they wanted to know was what my quirk was, and when I couldn’t show them, they just kept laughing. It felt like they were doing it for the whole period.” 

“What was the teacher doing?” 

“The teacher was fucking-” 

“y/n.” Moving to the U.S has made y/n’s language vulgar, and it was one of the only things he would change about her. 

“Sorry,” he could hear the shame through the phone, and it made him feel bad that he made her feel bad, “But the teacher was useless! All she did was yell at them to stop, but of course they didn’t let them.” 

y/n muttered something under her breath, which Tenya was not able to catch. 

“What was that? I didn’t hear you.” He asked. 

“If I had a quirk, do you think I would have a friend by now? No one wants to talk to me because of my accent, and if I had something interesting to show them, maybe they would notice me.” 

Tenya was never one to resort to violence, but hearing those words come out of her mouth made him want to run across the world to punch whoever was making her sad. 

“y/n, you are one of the most interesting people I know.” He stated. His tone was so sure. There was no room to argue. “You are funny. You tell the greatest stories. Your art should be hung up in museums. If those kids don’t see your worth, then they are not worthy of you. You don’t need a quirk to be somebody.” 

For a moment, he could only hear her sniffling on the other line. It hurt that he couldn’t hold her like he wanted to right now. 

“You’re my best friend, Tenya. I wish you were here right now.”

“Don’t worry. I’m going to be accepted at U.A and will become the greatest hero ever. And when I’m making a lot of money, I’ll bring you back home to me.”

Chapter 2 >

Author's note:

Hiiiiii! Thank you for clicking on my story!! I am a little frustrated with myself b/c I was inspired to write this from a song that randomly shuffled on my Spotify, and now I can't remember which one it was! If I remember it, I will go back and add it to the story summary or something.

Some of the chapters will be inspired by a song, and I will link it in the chapter notes in the beginning if that were the case.

I appreciate you giving me the time and day, and I hope to hear what you think so far in the comments. I'll see you at the next update!

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PRIVATE PRACTICE | jeon jungkook ⋆ ⸝⸝

starring: sex therapist!jungkook x fem!reader

synopsis: When your boyfriend Soobin struggles to satisfy you in the bedroom, you both agree to see the city’s most sought-after sex therapist: Jeon Jungkook. Charming, confident, and dangerously skilled with his hands, Jungkook doesn’t just offer advice— he shows you exactly how it’s supposed to feel. What starts as clinical demonstrations quickly turns into something far more intense, with Soobin watching helplessly from the corner as Jungkook takes his time teaching your body pleasures your boyfriend never could.

warnings: smut mdni, masturbation, use of a vibrator, cuckholding, fingering, oral (f.rec.), unprotected sex, missionary, lotus, doggystyle, biting, ass eating (because @merakoo asked for it), ass slapping, hair pulling, rough sex, lots and lots of dirty talk, creampie, squirting, this is filthy as fuck, soobin x reader.

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The room was quiet except for the slow, uneven sound of your breathing slowly returning to normal. You lay on your back beside Soobin, both of you staring up at the ceiling where the same faint crack in the paint had been mocking you for months now. The sheets beneath you felt sticky and warm, but the warmth wasn’t the satisfying kind that usually came after really good sex. It was just… fine. Everything lately had been fine. His hand had been gentle on your hips, his kisses soft against your neck, and when he finally came, he let out that familiar quiet groan before collapsing beside you. But you hadn’t. Not even close.

In the beginning of your relationship, the sex had been good enough to leave you content. It wasn’t mind-blowing or adventurous, but it was warm and loving and enough to make you curl into him afterward with a sleepy smile. Over the last couple of years though, things had slowly changed. The spark had dimmed into something mechanical, almost routine. You found yourself lying there more often than not, faking soft little moans so he wouldn’t feel bad, while the ache between your legs only grew more frustrated. Sometimes you wondered if he noticed how often you slipped away afterward. Tonight, you knew he did. You could feel it in the way his body had tensed just slightly when he pulled out, the unspoken awareness hanging heavy between you.

Soobin shifted beside you, the mattress dipping as he rolled over. His arm draped loosely across your waist for a moment before he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there like an apology he didn’t quite know how to voice. “Goodnight, baby,” he whispered, voice already thick and sleepy. You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced yourself to sound normal.

“Goodnight,” you replied softly, turning your head just enough to brush your nose against his shoulder.

You waited in the dark, listening carefully as his breathing gradually slowed and deepened. Minutes stretched out, each one feeling longer than the last. When you were finally sure he was fully asleep, you slipped out from under his arm with practiced care, trying not to disturb the mattress too much. The cool air of the room hit your bare legs as you stood, and you padded quietly to the bedside drawer. Your fingers closed around the smooth, familiar shape of your vibrator, the one you’d come to rely on more than you wanted to admit. The weight of it in your palm felt almost comforting now.

You tiptoed into the bathroom and closed the door behind you with a soft click, locking it out of habit even though Soobin was dead to the world. The small nightlight cast a gentle golden glow across the tiles as you leaned back against the sink counter. Heart still racing from the unresolved tension in your body, you hiked up the oversized t-shirt you’d thrown on and parted your thighs. The moment the buzzing toy pressed against your swollen, neglected clit, a shaky exhale escaped your lips. This was never fine. This was intense, almost desperate— the sharp pleasure you craved but could no longer get from the man sleeping in the next room.

Your free hand gripped the edge of the counter as you worked the vibrator in slow, teasing circles, then faster, chasing the release that had been denied to you earlier. Your mind wandered while your hips jerked against your hand, thoughts drifting dangerously toward the crumpled business card you’d tucked away in your purse weeks ago. Jeon Jungkook. Licensed Sex Therapist. Specialist in couples’ intimacy issues. You’d stared at that card so many times, equal parts ashamed and curious. The glowing reviews online had mentioned how thorough he was… how hands-on.

Your thighs trembled as the pressure finally built to its peak. You bit down hard on your lip to stay quiet, eyes squeezing shut while the orgasm crashed over you in strong, pulsing waves. For a few blissful seconds, everything else disappeared— the frustration, the guilt, the growing distance between you and Soobin. Only the sharp pleasure remained. But as the high faded and you caught your breath under the dim nightlight, the reality settled back in. This couldn’t keep going on like this. Something had to change.

The next day dawned gray and quiet, the kind of overcast morning that made the apartment feel smaller than it was. You woke up before Soobin, his arm still loosely draped over your waist from the night before. For a long moment you just lay there, staring at the faint crack in the ceiling that had become an unwilling witness to so many disappointing nights. Your body still carried the faint ache of unresolved need, even after last night’s secret session in the bathroom. The memory of the vibrator’s buzz and the sharp, guilty pleasure it brought made your thighs press together under the sheets.

All day the business card burned a hole in your pocket.

You went through the motions— making coffee, answering emails, attending meetings, but your mind kept circling back to it. Should I say something? What if he gets defensive? What if he thinks I’m unhappy with him as a person and not just… this? The card felt heavy, its edges sharp against your fingertips every time you brushed your hand over your pocket. At lunch you pulled it out in the bathroom stall just to stare at the elegant black text again: Jeon Jungkook, Licensed Sex Therapist. Specialist in Couples’ Intimacy & Desire. Your stomach twisted with nerves and something else, something hotter and more dangerous.

By the time evening came, the anxiety had twisted into a constant, low hum beneath your skin. You cooked dinner in silence while Soobin set the table, the two of you moving around each other with the familiar, gentle choreography of a couple who had been together for years. Pasta with creamy tomato sauce, garlic bread, a simple salad, comfort food on a night that felt anything but comfortable. The apartment smelled warm and safe, yet your heart wouldn’t stop racing.

Halfway through the meal, you couldn’t take it anymore.

Your fork paused above your half-eaten plate, twirling a strand of pasta that you no longer had any appetite for. Soobin was talking softly about his day, something about a deadline at work, but the words barely registered. Your fingers trembled as they slipped into your pocket and pulled out the slightly creased business card. Without a word, you slid it across the wooden table until it rested beside his glass of water.

Soobin’s voice trailed off. He looked down at the card, fork hovering in mid-air for a second before he slowly set it down. The quiet clink of metal against the plate sounded impossibly loud. You held your breath, chest tight, watching his face as he picked up the card with long, elegant fingers. His eyes scanned the text once, then again, more carefully. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock on the wall.

You waited for confusion. For hurt. For anger, maybe. Instead, Soobin let out a long, slow sigh.

It wasn’t the frustrated kind you’d feared. It was… relief. Deep, exhausted relief. His shoulders sagged as he placed the card back on the table, turning it over once between his fingers before looking up at you. His eyes were soft, a little sad, but strangely calm.

“You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?” he asked quietly.

You swallowed hard, nodding. Your voice came out smaller than you wanted. “Yes. I… I know things haven’t been great. Between us. In bed. I know you’ve felt it too.”

Soobin leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. He stared at the card for another long moment, then looked at you again— really looked at you. There was no defensiveness in his gaze, only a quiet acknowledgment that made your throat tighten.

“I have,” he admitted, voice low. “I’ve felt it for months. Every time I touch you and you don’t… every time you make those little sounds like you’re trying to spare my feelings.” He gave a small, self-deprecating smile that broke your heart a little. “I didn’t know how to bring it up. I didn’t want you to think I don’t want you anymore, because I do. So fucking much. I just… I don’t know how to fix it.”

The honesty in his words made your eyes sting. You reached across the table and took his hand, squeezing it gently. For the first time in a long time, it felt like you were really seeing each other again. “I don’t want to keep pretending everything’s fine when it’s not,” you whispered. “I think… maybe we need help. Real help. From someone who knows what they’re doing.”

Soobin glanced back down at Jungkook’s name on the card. His thumb brushed over the printed letters almost absentmindedly. After a long pause, he nodded. “Okay,” he said softly. “If you’re sure you want to do this… then I’m in. We’ll do it together.”

You let out a shaky breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding, a strange mix of nerves and excitement fluttering in your stomach. The decision was made. The appointment would be made.

The waiting room of Jeon Jungkook’s private practice was quieter than you expected. Soft ambient music played low in the background, something instrumental and soothing that did little to calm the rapid beating of your heart. You sat on a sleek gray couch beside Soobin, your hand resting loosely in his lap while his thumb brushed slow, absentminded circles over your knuckles. The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and clean linen. Floor-to-ceiling windows let in natural light, but the tension in your chest made everything feel slightly unreal.

You had been nervous all morning. The drive here had been mostly silent, both of you lost in your own thoughts, but now that you were actually here, sitting in this elegant, minimalist office, the nerves had twisted into something sharper. A low, thrilling hum of excitement sat right beneath the anxiety. Your thighs pressed together under your sundress as you replayed the glowing reviews in your head. Thorough. Transformative. Life-changing.

Ten minutes felt like an eternity.

Every time you heard footsteps in the hallway, your breath would catch, only for the sound to fade again. Soobin squeezed your hand gently, offering a small, reassuring smile, but you could see the same mixture of uncertainty and hope in his eyes. He looked handsome today in his button-up shirt, but even that familiar sight couldn’t stop the restless energy buzzing under your skin.

Finally, the door opened.

Jeon Jungkook stepped inside, and for a moment the world seemed to tilt.

He was stunning. Easily one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen. Tall and broad-shouldered, he moved with a quiet, confident grace that immediately filled the room. His black hair was slightly tousled, falling over his forehead in a way that looked effortlessly perfect. Sharp jawline, full lips, and dark, piercing eyes framed by long lashes. He wore a fitted black button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing tattoos that disappeared beneath the fabric, and tailored slacks that accentuated his powerful thighs. The subtle scent of his cologne, something woody and expensive, reached you as he closed the door behind him.

You couldn’t stop staring.

Jungkook didn’t speak right away. He crossed the room and settled into the large leather chair across from you, clipboard in hand. For several long minutes he simply read over his notes, his expression calm and focused. The silence was heavy. You found yourself tracing the line of his neck, the way his fingers held the pen with quiet strength, the faint flex of muscle in his forearm as he turned a page. Heat crept up your neck. Soobin shifted beside you, but you couldn’t tear your gaze away from the man in front of you.

After what felt like forever, Jungkook finally looked up.

His eyes met yours first, then shifted to Soobin. A small, professional smile curved his lips, warm, but with something unreadable flickering behind it. “Hello,” he said, voice smooth and low, like velvet dragged over stone. “I’m Jeon Jungkook. Thank you for waiting. I’ve reviewed the intake forms you filled out online.” He set the clipboard on his lap and leaned back slightly, giving you both his full attention. “So… why don’t you tell me what brought you here today?”

You swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry. Soobin gave your hand another squeeze, silently encouraging you to start. Your voice came out softer than intended as you began to speak.

You told him everything. How the sex had been good in the beginning, warm, loving, safe. How over the past couple of years it had slowly become routine and unsatisfying. You described lying beneath Soobin, faking soft moans while your body remained tense and frustrated. The mechanical rhythm, the lack of real spark, the growing ache that no amount of “fine” could satisfy. You mentioned slipping away to the bathroom at night with your vibrator, chasing the intense pleasure your boyfriend could no longer give you. Your cheeks burned as you spoke, but Jungkook’s gaze never wavered. He listened with complete focus, occasionally nodding or jotting something down on his clipboard.

Soobin chimed in quietly, his voice laced with vulnerability. He admitted feeling the distance growing between you two. How he could sense you weren’t fully there with him anymore, how guilty it made him feel, how much he still wanted you but didn’t know how to reach you the way he used to. He spoke about the pressure of wanting to please you and constantly falling short.

Jungkook listened intently the entire time.

His dark eyes flicked between the two of you, absorbing every word. Every so often he would write something down in neat, precise strokes, his pen moving across the paper with a soft scratch that somehow felt intimate in the quiet room. He didn’t interrupt. He didn’t offer empty reassurances. He simply absorbed it all, head slightly tilted, expression thoughtful and impossibly focused. You found yourself wondering what exactly he was writing. What he was thinking. Whether he could already picture exactly how to fix what was broken between you.

When you both finally fell silent, the room felt heavier than before. Your heart was racing, thighs warm, a traitorous pulse beating between your legs as you watched Jungkook tap his pen against the clipboard once, twice, before setting it down.

“I appreciate how open you’ve both been so far,” he began, eyes flicking between you and Soobin. “But to truly help, I need to understand the specifics. The details matter. How often do you have sex currently? How long do your sessions usually last, from start to finish? And most importantly… what does it actually look like when you’re together?”

You felt heat bloom across your chest and climb up your neck. Soobin’s hand tightened slightly around yours, his palm growing warmer. Jungkook waited patiently, giving you both space, but his dark eyes were sharp, missing nothing. When neither of you spoke immediately, he continued gently, guiding the conversation. “Let’s start with positions,” he said, tone professional yet undeniably intimate. “What positions do you usually use? Do you switch often? How does foreplay factor in— duration, techniques? And how long does penetration usually last before one or both of you finishes?”

The questions landed heavily in the quiet room. You swallowed, mouth dry, your sundress suddenly feeling too thin against your skin. Jungkook’s gaze settled on you expectantly, patient but commanding. There was something about the way he looked at you— focused, knowing, like he could already see the frustration coiled tight in your body, that made your pulse throb between your legs.

You took a shaky breath and forced the words out, voice barely above a whisper at first. “We… we mostly just do missionary,” you admitted, cheeks burning. “It’s what feels most natural for us, I guess. Comfortable. Soobin on top, me on my back. Sometimes I’ll ride him, cowgirl, but not very often. And when I do… there’s not much vigor to it. I get tired quickly, or it just doesn’t feel… right.”

Jungkook nodded slowly, writing something down in those neat strokes. The scratch of his pen seemed louder than it should have been. He didn’t look surprised or judgmental. Instead, his expression remained thoughtfully neutral, though you swore you caught the faintest flicker of something darker, interest, perhaps, behind his eyes.

“And how long does it usually last?” he asked, voice smooth. “From the moment clothes come off to when it’s over. Be honest.”

Soobin cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably beside you. His ears had turned pink. “Maybe… ten to fifteen minutes?” he offered quietly. “Sometimes less. I try to hold out, but…”

You squeezed his hand, both ashamed and relieved to finally say it aloud. “It’s not that it’s bad,” you added quickly, though the words felt hollow even to you. “It’s just… short. And always the same. Missionary with him above me, moving steadily until he finishes. I rarely do on my own during it. When I ride him, I try to move, but it feels awkward. Like I don’t know how to make it feel good for either of us anymore. There’s no real… intensity. No roughness. No experimentation.”

Jungkook listened with complete focus. His full lips pressed together in thought as he processed your words. He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward again, elbows on his knees, closing some of the distance between you. The scent of his cologne wrapped around you, warm, masculine, expensive. “No oral?” he asked calmly. “No doggy style? No standing positions, no restraints, no toys during sex together? You mentioned using a vibrator alone at night, does Soobin ever use it on you? Or watch you use it?”

Each question felt like a layer being peeled back. You squirmed in your seat, painfully aware of the growing wetness between your thighs. The way Jungkook spoke, so direct, so clinical, yet dripping with unspoken promise, made your mind race with images you knew you shouldn’t be having in this moment. Him. Those tattooed arms. That confident grip. Showing you exactly what you’d been missing.

Soobin shook his head slowly. “We’ve tried oral a few times, but… it doesn’t last long. And no, we’ve never really done any of the other stuff. It just never felt necessary before. Or maybe we didn’t know how.”

You nodded in agreement, biting your lip. “It’s always been vanilla. Safe. But now it feels too safe. Too… predictable. I love him. I do. But I lie there wondering if this is just how it’s going to be forever.”

Jungkook’s eyes lingered on you a moment longer than necessary before he wrote a few more lines. The silence that followed was thick with tension. He finally set the pen down and looked at you both, his expression composed but carrying an undeniable edge of authority. “I understand,” he said, voice dropping slightly. “You’re stuck in a very narrow script. Missionary and occasional cowgirl with minimal energy or variation, that explains a lot about the frustration you’re both feeling. Your bodies have adapted to routine. Comfort has replaced desire.”

Jungkook set his clipboard aside completely now, the soft thud of it hitting the side table sounding final. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and fixed both of you with a steady, intense gaze. The professional mask was still there, but something sharper and more commanding lingered just beneath it.

“I’ve heard enough to see the pattern clearly,” he said, voice low and smooth. “Words and explanations can only go so far. At this point, the most effective way for me to help is through demonstration. I’d like to show Soobin exactly how to touch you, how to build real desire, and how to awaken the parts of your body that have been neglected.”

He let the words settle in the heavy silence of the room before turning his full attention to you. “I won’t do anything without your explicit consent,” Jungkook continued, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “This would involve me touching you directly while Soobin watches. I’ll start slow. I’ll show him how to kiss you, how to touch you, how to read your body’s responses. If at any point you want to stop, you say the word and everything ends immediately.”

Your heart hammered wildly in your chest. Heat flooded your face, your neck, and lower. You could feel Soobin’s hand tense in yours, his breathing shallow beside you. For a long moment, the only sound was the soft ambient music and the rush of blood in your ears.

Jungkook waited patiently, giving you time. His gaze never wavered— calm, confident, and impossibly magnetic. You swallowed hard, throat dry. Nervous energy twisted in your stomach, but underneath it, something hotter and more dangerous stirred. A deep, aching curiosity. Excitement. “Yes,” you whispered, voice barely audible at first. Then stronger, “Yes… I want that.”

Jungkook’s lips curved into a small, approving smile. He glanced at Soobin. “And you? Are you comfortable with me demonstrating on your girlfriend while you observe?”

Soobin hesitated for only a second, then gave a slow nod, his cheeks flushed. “If she wants it… then yes.” Jungkook stood up smoothly, moving with that quiet, predatory grace. He crossed the short distance between his chair and the wide, plush chaise lounge where you and Soobin were seated. He extended his hand to you.

“Come here,” he said softly. “Lie back and get comfortable.”

Your legs felt unsteady as you stood. Soobin released your hand, and you moved to the chaise, heart pounding so hard you were sure they could both hear it. You lay back against the soft cushions, your sundress riding up slightly against your thighs. Jungkook sat on the edge beside you, the heat of his body immediately noticeable. He was so close now. The scent of his cologne, the faint warmth radiating from his broad frame, the way his button-up shirt stretched across his chest, it was overwhelming.

He looked down at you, eyes dark and focused. “Relax for me,” he murmured. “We’re going to start very slow.” Jungkook leaned in, one hand gently brushing your hair away from your neck. His breath ghosted over your skin first, sending shivers racing down your spine. Then his lips pressed softly just below your ear. The kiss was feather-light at first, warm, deliberate. He took his time, kissing down the sensitive column of your neck with slow, lingering presses of his mouth. Each one felt intentional, like he was learning the map of your reactions.

A shaky exhale left your lips. Your eyes fluttered half-closed as he kissed lower, finding the spot where your neck met your shoulder and sucking gently. The wet heat of his tongue traced a small circle there, and your back arched instinctively. One of his hands slid up your side, slow and confident, until his large palm cupped your breast through the thin fabric of your dress. He squeezed gently, thumb brushing over your nipple in slow, teasing strokes until it hardened under his touch.

“See how she responds when you take your time?” Jungkook said quietly, speaking to Soobin without pulling his mouth away from your neck. His voice had dropped even lower. “Don’t rush straight to the obvious places. Build it. Make her feel wanted.”

He kneaded your breast with just the right amount of pressure, rolling your nipple between his fingers over your dress, while his mouth continued its slow exploration of your neck and collarbones. Soft, open-mouthed kisses. The occasional gentle scrape of teeth that made your thighs press together. Your breathing had already grown uneven, small sounds escaping you that you didn’t even try to hold back.

Jungkook’s free hand rested on your waist, holding you in place as he shifted slightly closer. The weight and warmth of him beside you made your head spin. Every touch was precise, controlled, and devastatingly effective. You could already feel yourself getting wet, arousal pooling between your legs far faster than it ever did with Soobin.

Soobin sat quietly in the chair nearby, eyes wide and fixed on every movement. His hands were clenched tightly in his lap, breathing audible. Jungkook pulled back just enough to look at your face, his thumb still lazily circling your nipple. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. “How does that feel?” he asked you, voice husky. “Be honest.”

You could barely form words. Your neck tingled where his mouth had been, your breast warm and heavy under his hand. “It feels… really good,” you breathed, cheeks burning.

A satisfied smile tugged at Jungkook’s lips. “Good,” he murmured, leaning back down. “Then let’s continue.” Jungkook’s hands moved with deliberate confidence as he sat up slightly on the edge of the chaise. His dark eyes never left your face, reading every flicker of nervousness and arousal that crossed it. “Let’s remove this,” he murmured, voice low and reassuring. “I want you to feel everything without barriers.”

His fingers found the hem of your sundress, slowly sliding it upward. The fabric whispered against your skin as he lifted it inch by inch, exposing your thighs, then your hips, then the soft curve of your stomach. You raised your arms obediently, heart hammering against your ribs. With one smooth, practiced motion, Jungkook pulled the dress up and over your head, leaving your hair slightly tousled. He set the garment aside neatly on a nearby chair, his gaze roaming over your body now clad only in your bra and matching underwear.

The cool air of the room kissed your newly exposed skin, making you shiver. You felt incredibly vulnerable under their combined stares— Soobin’s wide-eyed and tense from his seat, and Jungkook’s dark, hungry, yet still controlled. Jungkook hummed softly in approval, his large hands returning to your body immediately.

He leaned down again, lips finding your neck once more. This time his kisses were deeper, more possessive, sucking gently at your pulse point while one hand cupped your breast through the thin lace of your bra. His thumb brushed over your nipple in slow, teasing circles, coaxing it to a stiff peak. He kneaded the soft flesh with just the right pressure, firm enough to make you arch into his touch, but never rushed.

“Watch how I’m touching her,” Jungkook said quietly to Soobin, his mouth still hovering against your heated skin. “Don’t just grab. Mold her breast in your palm like this… feel its weight. Use your thumb to tease her nipple until it’s sensitive. Her body is already responding, see how her breathing changed? That’s what you want.”

You let out a shaky whimper as he emphasized his words by pinching your nipple lightly through the fabric, rolling it between his fingers. Pleasure shot straight down between your legs. Jungkook continued kissing down your collarbone, occasionally glancing toward Soobin to explain, his voice smooth and instructional even as his hands worked magic on your body.

After several long, indulgent minutes of kissing and caressing your breasts, Jungkook’s hand began to travel lower. His palm smoothed down your stomach, fingers tracing the waistband of your underwear. He looked up at you, eyes intense. “Still okay?” he asked softly.

You nodded quickly, biting your lip. “Yes…”

With your permission, his hand slipped beneath the fabric of your panties. The first touch of his fingers against your bare, heated skin made you gasp. You were already slick with arousal, embarrassingly wet from everything he’d done so far. Jungkook’s middle and ring fingers found your swollen clit and began rubbing slow, lazy circles over it.

“Fuck… she’s soaked,” he murmured, almost to himself, though loud enough for Soobin to hear. His fingers moved with expert precision, not too fast, not too light, applying perfect pressure as he circled your clit again and again. “This is key, Soobin. Don’t rush to penetrate her. Spend time here. Learn exactly how she likes to be touched. Feel how her hips are already trying to follow my hand?”

Your thighs trembled. Soft, needy sounds spilled from your lips as Jungkook continued the torturously slow rubbing. Heat coiled tighter and tighter in your lower belly. Every circle of his fingers sent sparks of pleasure racing through you. He kept his mouth on your neck and chest the entire time, kissing and gently biting while his hand worked between your legs.

After several drawn-out minutes of this, Jungkook shifted slightly. He used two fingers to pull your soaked panties to the side, fully exposing you. Without warning, he slowly pushed one thick finger inside you, then a second, stretching you open with delicious care. A broken moan escaped your throat. Your back arched off the chaise as his fingers sank deeper, curling slightly to find that sensitive spot inside you. Jungkook groaned softly in approval at how tightly you clenched around him.

“See that?” he said to Soobin, voice huskier now. “She’s gripping my fingers so tightly. This is what happens when you take the time to arouse her properly. Slide in slowly… curl them like this… and listen to the sounds she makes.” He began thrusting his fingers in and out in long, deep strokes, his thumb returning to rub circles over your clit at the same time. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Your hips rolled against his hand instinctively, chasing the building pleasure while Soobin watched every single movement with flushed cheeks and parted lips.

Jungkook’s eyes flicked back to your face, watching you intently as he fingered you with steady, devastating skill. “You’re doing so well,” he praised softly, pumping his fingers deeper. “Let me hear you.”

Jungkook’s fingers moved with growing intensity, thrusting deeper and faster into your soaked pussy. The wet, obscene sounds of his thick fingers pumping in and out filled the room, mixing with your increasingly loud moans. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your head fell back against the chaise as shameless whimpers and cries spilled from your lips. “Ah— fuck… Jungkook—” you moaned loudly, your voice breaking on his name. Your fingers dug desperately into his muscular arm, gripping the hard bicep through his shirt as if it were the only thing keeping you grounded. Your hips bucked up to meet every thrust, chasing the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you so effortlessly. “Oh my god… it feels so good—”

“That’s it,” Jungkook praised, his voice low and rough. “Let it out. Don’t hold back for me.” His fingers curled perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you with every stroke, faster now, more relentless. The wet squelching sounds grew louder as your arousal coated his hand and dripped down between your thighs.

Your moans turned into desperate, breathy cries. Your thighs trembled violently around his wrist as the pleasure built higher and higher, far beyond anything you’d felt in months.

Jungkook suddenly slowed his fingers, keeping them buried deep inside you, and shifted his position. He moved onto his knees on the chaise, spreading your legs wider with his free hand. He looked over at Soobin, eyes dark with lust but still carrying that instructional tone. “I’m going to eat her out while I keep fingering her,” he told Soobin calmly. “This combination is extremely effective. Watch how I use my tongue.”

You whimpered at his words alone, already anticipating what was coming. Jungkook hooked his fingers under the waistband of your soaked panties and pulled them down your legs, tossing them aside. Completely exposed now, you shivered under his gaze.

He leaned down between your spread thighs, face inches from your dripping pussy. Without warning, he spat directly onto your swollen hole, the warm saliva landing right at your entrance. You gasped sharply at the filthy sensation. Jungkook used two fingers to spread the spit around, mixing it with your own wetness, before pushing his fingers back inside you.

Then his tongue was on you. A loud, broken moan tore from your throat as his warm, wet tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your pussy before focusing on your clit. He sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth while his fingers continued thrusting in and out of you, faster than before. Then he did exactly what he’d described, he fucked the spit into your hole with his tongue, pushing it inside you alongside his fingers in messy, obscene strokes.

You were on cloud nine.

“Fuck—! Jungkook— oh my fucking god—” you cried out, voice loud and unrestrained. Your back arched sharply off the chaise as intense pleasure crashed through your body. Your hands flew to his head, fingers threading through his soft dark hair, gripping tightly as his tongue fucked into you deeper. The wet sounds of his mouth devouring your pussy mixed with the filthy squelch of his fingers pumping relentlessly inside you.

Jungkook groaned against your cunt, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through you. He alternated between fucking you with his tongue and sucking hard on your clit, all while his fingers curled and stroked that perfect spot without mercy. “Soobin,” Jungkook said, pulling back just enough to speak, his lips shiny with your juices. “Come closer. Sit right next to her. She needs you here.”

Soobin moved quickly, his face flushed dark red. He sat on the edge of the chaise beside you, eyes wide as he watched Jungkook devour you. You reached out blindly, grabbing Soobin’s hand and squeezing it hard as another loud moan ripped from your throat.

“Baby— ahh— it feels so good,” you whimpered to Soobin, voice shaking. Your body thrashed under Jungkook’s skilled mouth and fingers, hips grinding desperately against his face. You gripped Soobin’s hand like a lifeline while your other hand stayed tangled in Jungkook’s hair, pulling him harder against your pussy.

Jungkook doubled down, tongue fucking into you even deeper, spitting on your cunt again before diving back in with messy, hungry strokes. His fingers never stopped their brutal pace, curling and thrusting until your moans turned into near-screams of pleasure.

You were lost in it, whimpering, moaning, and shaking uncontrollably as the man between your legs showed you exactly what your body had been missing, while you held your boyfriend’s hand through every devastating wave of pleasure.

The pleasure built to an unbearable peak as Jungkook’s tongue fucked relentlessly into your dripping hole and his fingers curled against that perfect spot inside you. Your moans turned into desperate, broken cries, growing louder and more frantic with every filthy stroke of his skilled mouth. You gripped Soobin’s hand so tightly your knuckles turned white, your other hand fisting Jungkook’s dark hair as your hips bucked wildly against his face.

Suddenly, the coil inside you snapped.

You came hard on his tongue with a loud, shuddering scream. “Jungkook—! Fuck, I’m cumming—!” Your entire body convulsed violently, thighs clamping around his head as powerful waves of pleasure crashed through you. Your pussy clenched and fluttered around his fingers and tongue, gushing wetly against his mouth while he continued licking and sucking through every pulse of your orgasm. You thrashed on the chaise, moaning shamelessly, eyes squeezed shut as the intense release left you trembling and breathless. Soobin’s hand stayed firmly in yours the entire time, grounding you even as you fell apart under another man’s mouth.

Jungkook worked you through every last aftershock, licking you slowly and gently until your body finally sagged against the cushions, panting and dazed. Only then did he pull back, his lips and chin glistening with your cum. He looked devastatingly handsome like that, flushed, eyes dark with lust, and breathing heavily.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked between you and Soobin, voice low and husky but still controlled. “Are you both willing to continue?” he asked. “I’d like to move into demonstrating positions. The difference between what you’ve been doing and what she actually needs.”

You didn’t even hesitate. Still floating on the high of your orgasm, arousal already stirring again, you nodded eagerly. “Yes,” you breathed, almost desperately. “Please… I want more.”

Soobin swallowed hard, visibly affected by what he’d just witnessed, but he nodded as well. “If she wants it… yes.”

A satisfied, almost predatory smile tugged at Jungkook’s lips. “Good,” he murmured. “I’m going to fuck her raw. Skin to skin. No condom. She needs to feel the full effect, the heat, the friction, everything. Then I’ll show you, Soobin, exactly how to make missionary feel incredible for her instead of just… adequate.”

Jungkook reached behind your back with skilled fingers and unclasped your bra. He slid the straps down your shoulders slowly, savoring the moment as he pulled the lace away and dropped it aside. Your breasts spilled free, nipples already hard and aching. He groaned softly at the sight before leaning down and capturing one nipple in his mouth.

He sucked on it hungrily, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while his large hand kneaded the soft flesh of your other breast. He switched sides, giving the same devoted attention to the other nipple, sucking harder, grazing his teeth gently, then soothing with his tongue. The wet sounds of his mouth on your breasts filled the room as you moaned and arched into him, your body responding instantly.

After several long, indulgent minutes of worshipping your chest, Jungkook finally positioned himself between your spread thighs, after kicking his pants and boxers off. He gripped his thick, hard cock in one hand, stroking it slowly as he looked down at your flushed, dripping pussy. “Watch carefully,” he told Soobin, voice rough. “This is how you claim her.”

He rubbed the swollen head of his cock up and down your slick folds, coating himself in your wetness, before pressing against your entrance. With a low groan, Jungkook pushed forward and slid into you in one long, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside your tight, fluttering heat.

You cried out loudly at the stretch, your back arching sharply. He was big, thicker and longer than Soobin, and the raw, bare feeling of him inside you was overwhelming. “Fuck… so tight,” Jungkook growled, holding still for a moment to let you adjust. Then he pulled back almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a rough, brutal pace immediately.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room as he fucked you hard and deep. Each powerful thrust rocked your entire body, your breasts bouncing with the force of it. Jungkook’s hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he drove into you again and again, the wet, filthy sounds of your pussy taking his cock filling the air. “That’s it,” he groaned, eyes locked on your face. “Take my cock. Feel how deep I am?”

Your moans were loud and unrestrained, turning into near-screams every time he bottomed out inside you. The brutal pace left you shaking, gripping the cushions beneath you as wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled through your body.

Jungkook’s grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your soft flesh with possessive strength. He used your body like a personal toy, pulling you down onto his thick cock with every brutal thrust. Instead of just fucking into you, he yanked your hips forward to meet him, slamming you onto his length over and over again in a relentless rhythm. The wet, filthy sound of your soaked pussy being filled echoed loudly in the room with every powerful motion. Each time he dragged you back down, his cock buried itself impossibly deep, the head kissing your cervix and sending sparks of overwhelming pleasure shooting through your entire body.

“Fuck—!” you cried out, voice hoarse and broken. Your head tossed back against the chaise, mouth falling open in a constant stream of moans and whimpers.

Jungkook glanced over at Soobin, breathing heavily but still in control. “Soobin,” he growled, never slowing the way he was manhandling you onto his cock. “Play with her clit. Rub it while I fuck her. She needs the extra stimulation.”

Soobin hesitated only for a second before leaning closer. His hand trembled slightly as he reached between your bodies and found your swollen, sensitive clit. He began rubbing slow circles over it, just like he’d watched Jungkook do earlier. The added sensation was immediate and devastating.

Your moans instantly grew louder, turning into desperate, shameless cries. “Oh my god—! It’s so good… so fucking good— Jungkook, your cock is so big— I can’t— ahh!” The words spilled out of you in a messy, nonsensical stream.

Jungkook groaned in satisfaction at your words, his pace growing even more punishing. He kept yanking your hips down onto him with raw strength, using your body exactly how he wanted. The wet slap of skin against skin was constant now, your arousal dripping down his balls and soaking the chaise beneath you. Every brutal thrust made your breasts bounce heavily, your entire body jolting with the force of him claiming you.

Soobin’s fingers kept rubbing your clit, faster now, his eyes wide and dark as he watched you fall apart. “You look so beautiful like this,” he whispered, voice thick with a mix of emotions. “All fucked out… you’re glowing. So fucking pretty when you’re moaning like that.”

His words only pushed you higher. You squeezed Soobin’s hand tighter with your free one while your other hand clutched desperately at Jungkook’s forearm, nails digging into his tattooed skin. “Your dick is so big, it feels too good, I can’t think— please don’t stop—!” you babbled loudly, words slurring together between broken moans and gasps. Tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked at the corners of your eyes as he continued to wreck you.

Jungkook smirked, dark eyes gleaming with lust and satisfaction. He adjusted his angle slightly and started pounding into you even harder, pulling you onto his cock with every snap of his hips. The new position made him hit that perfect spot inside you with devastating accuracy on every thrust. Sweat glistened on his forehead and neck, his shirt now clinging to his muscular chest from exertion.

“That’s right,” he growled, voice rough and low. “Feel how deep I am? This is what your pussy needed. Not soft, polite sex. It needed to be ruined like this.”

He kept using your body ruthlessly, yanking you down onto him, grinding deep, then pulling back only to slam you onto his length again. Soobin never stopped rubbing tight, slick circles on your clit, his eyes flicking between your face and the sight of Jungkook’s thick cock disappearing inside you repeatedly.

The pleasure was blinding. Your moans echoed shamelessly through the room as another orgasm began rapidly building, even stronger than the first. Jungkook was fucking you better than you had ever been fucked in your life. The brutal pace of Jungkook’s cock slamming into you, combined with Soobin’s fingers rubbing relentless circles on your swollen clit, pushed you straight over the edge again.

Your second orgasm hit you like a freight train.

“Jungkook—! I’m cumming— fuck. ” you screamed, your voice cracking as your entire body seized up. Your pussy clenched violently around his thick cock, fluttering and gushing as powerful waves of pleasure ripped through you. Your back arched sharply off the chaise, thighs shaking uncontrollably while Jungkook kept fucking you through it, dragging out every last pulse of your release. Soobin’s hand never stopped, prolonging the overwhelming sensation until you were sobbing with pleasure, tears slipping down your cheeks.

You were still twitching and gasping, trying to catch your breath, when Jungkook suddenly pulled out of you with a wet sound. Before you could even whimper at the loss, he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you effortlessly, as if you weighed nothing.

He turned and sat down on the chaise, pulling you with him so you straddled his lap facing him. He guided you down onto his cock again in one smooth motion, burying himself back inside your sensitive, fluttering pussy. This new position pressed your bodies flush together, chest to chest, your knees bent on either side of his hips.

“This is called the lotus position,” Jungkook explained to Soobin, voice deep and slightly breathless as he held you firmly on his cock. “It’s intimate. She’s completely wrapped around me, which lets me hit every sensitive spot inside her. The closeness increases stimulation on her clit and lets her control the depth and rhythm while I guide her. It feels incredible for her because she’s full and every movement grinds right against her g-spot.”

You barely had time to process his words before your body took over. Still trembling from your last orgasm, you started moving on him, slow at first, then faster, rolling and bouncing on his thick length with desperate need. The new angle made him feel even deeper, pressing against places you didn’t even know existed.

“Ahh! Jungkook!” you sobbed, pleasure bordering on too much. Your hands gripped his broad shoulders tightly, nails digging into his shirt as you rode him. Your head tipped back, mouth open in a constant stream of broken moans and cries. “It’s so deep… so fucking deep, oh my god.”

Tears continued slipping down your flushed cheeks as you moved faster, chasing the overwhelming pleasure. Your breasts bounced heavily with every roll of your hips, pussy swallowing his cock again and again with wet, obscene sounds.

Jungkook groaned deeply, his hands sliding down to grip your ass. He kneaded the soft, plump flesh roughly, spreading your cheeks as he helped guide you up and down on his cock. Then— smack, his palm came down hard on your right cheek, the sharp sound echoing through the room. You cried out at the sting, clenching tighter around him. “Fuck, that’s it,” he growled, slapping your ass again, harder this time. “Ride me just like that. Use my cock.”

He buried his face between your bouncing tits, sucking one nipple into his hot mouth while his hands continued kneading and spanking your ass in rhythm with your movements. He groaned against your skin, tongue swirling and teeth grazing as he devoured you.

You were lost in it— sobbing, moaning, and babbling nonsense while you rode him with everything you had.Your head stayed tipped back, eyes half-lidded and glassy with overwhelming pleasure as you held onto his shoulders for dear life. Soobin watched everything in stunned silence from just inches away, eyes dark and fixed on the way your body moved on Jungkook’s cock and how his hands owned your ass.

Jungkook pulled his mouth from your nipple just long enough to look up at your pleasure-drunk face, voice rough with lust. “That’s my good girl… Keep fucking yourself on me. Let him see how pretty you look when you’re falling apart.”

You were completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure, rolling your hips desperately on Jungkook’s thick cock in this position. Your voice had grown hoarse from moaning, but his name still fell from your lips like a prayer. “Jungkook… Jungkook— fuck, Jungkook—” you whimpered repeatedly, your head tipped back and eyes glazed over.

Jungkook pulled his face from your breasts, lips shiny, and looked up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. His hands squeezed your ass firmly as he held you down on his cock, grinding up into you slowly. “What is it, pretty girl?” he asked, voice low and teasing, a smirk playing on his lips. “What do you need? Tell me. Use your words.”

You sobbed softly, still moving on him, drunk on the feeling of being so full. “I want it from behind,” you begged, voice shaky and desperate. “Please… I want you to fuck me from behind.”

Jungkook let out a deep, amused chuckle that vibrated through his chest. “Greedy girl,” he murmured affectionately. Without warning, he lifted you off his cock, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. He easily maneuvered your body, turning you around on the chaise.

He guided you into position with strong, confident hands. “Soobin, sit down right here,” he instructed. Soobin obeyed, sitting on the chaise with his back against the cushions. Jungkook then pushed you forward until your face hovered just above Soobin’s lap, your elbows resting on either side of his knees. Your back was arched deeply, ass up and presented perfectly for Jungkook behind you.

You looked up at Soobin through your lashes, flushed and breathing hard, your cheek nearly brushing against the bulge in his pants.

Instead of immediately sliding his cock into you, Jungkook knelt behind you. He spread your ass cheeks wide with both hands, exposing you completely. He leaned in and sank his teeth gently into the soft flesh of your right ass cheek, biting and sucking hard enough to make you gasp sharply.

“I’m going to eat her ass now,” Jungkook explained to Soobin, voice calm but dripping with lust. “Most men skip this, but it feels incredible for her. It relaxes her and makes her even wetter. Watch.” Before you could fully prepare yourself, Jungkook buried his face between your cheeks.

A loud, broken cry tore from your throat the moment his warm, wet tongue licked a slow, filthy stripe over your tight hole. “Oh my god!” you screamed, your whole body jerking forward. He licked you again, slower this time, swirling the tip of his tongue around your rim before pressing it inside you.

You were crying out uncontrollably now, the pleasure intense and strangely intimate. Your hands scrambled desperately for purchase, grabbing onto Soobin’s thighs and squeezing hard as Jungkook devoured your ass with filthy enthusiasm. He groaned against your skin, the vibrations making your eyes roll back.

His tongue pushed deeper, fucking into your tight hole with wet, obscene sounds while one of his hands reached underneath to rub firm circles on your clit. He alternated between long, broad licks and pointed thrusts of his tongue, eating you like a man starved. Every stroke sent jolts of sharp, dirty pleasure racing up your spine. “Fuck— Jungkook, it feels so fucking good!” you sobbed, pushing back against his face instinctively. Tears of overwhelming sensation rolled down your cheeks as you panted against Soobin’s thigh, looking up at him with glassy, fucked-out eyes.

Jungkook pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against your wet skin. “Hear how loud she gets when I eat her ass? This is what she’s been missing.” Then he dove right back in, licking and sucking even more eagerly, his face pressed fully between your cheeks as he worked you open with his skilled tongue.

Your moans and cries filled the entire room, shameless and loud, while your hands gripped Soobin’s thighs like a lifeline, trembling as Jungkook continued. Jungkook didn’t rush. He kept his face buried between your spread cheeks, devouring you with slow, filthy dedication. His tongue swirled and probed at your tight rim, licking long stripes from your dripping pussy up to your asshole before pushing inside again. Every time his tongue fucked into your ass, a fresh wave of overwhelming pleasure crashed through you, making your back arch deeper and your fingers dig harder into Soobin’s thighs.

Your hips pushed back against his face instinctively, chasing more of that dirty, intense sensation. He groaned deeply against your skin, the vibration traveling straight through you as he continued with even more enthusiasm. He spread your cheeks wider with both hands, fully exposing you, and spat directly onto your hole before diving back in, licking and sucking like he couldn’t get enough.

Minutes stretched out in a haze of pleasure. Jungkook took his time, alternating between broad, sloppy licks and sharp, pointed thrusts of his tongue deep inside you. One of his hands stayed between your legs, rubbing slow, firm circles on your swollen clit while the other kneaded and slapped your ass cheek occasionally, the sharp smacks making you jolt and moan louder. You were a mess, sobbing, whimpering, and shaking as he continued rimming you relentlessly, pushing you closer and closer to the edge again without ever letting you tip over.

Only when your legs were trembling uncontrollably and your cries had turned into constant, desperate begging did Jungkook finally pull back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and rose onto his knees behind you, his voice rough with lust as he spoke to Soobin. “Now I’m going to fuck her from behind. Hard. This position lets me go deeper and gives me full control.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before you felt the thick, blunt head of Jungkook’s cock pressing against your soaked entrance. In one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside your pussy, stretching you open around his thick length.

A loud, broken scream tore from your throat. "Fuck yes!" He didn’t give you any time to adjust. He immediately set a brutal, punishing pace, slamming into you hard and deep. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoed loudly through the room with every thrust. He gripped your hips tightly, yanking you back onto his cock over and over again, using your body exactly how he wanted.

“Fuck— so tight,” he growled, voice low and strained.

Every brutal snap of his hips drove his cock impossibly deep, the head kissing your cervix with every stroke. Your elbows trembled as you tried to hold yourself up, face buried against Soobin’s thigh while your moans and cries grew louder and more broken. Jungkook reached forward and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back slightly so your back arched even more for him.

“You like that?” he groaned, pounding into you mercilessly. “You like being fucked like a little toy from behind?”

“Yes! Yes, fuck— Jungkook!” you sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down your face. The angle was devastating. Every thrust ground against that perfect spot inside you, making your legs shake violently. Your pussy clenched tightly around his cock, soaking him with every rough stroke as he continued to rail you without mercy.

Jungkook’s pace was relentless, hard, fast, and animalistic. The wet, filthy sound of your arousal squelching around his cock mixed with the sharp slap of skin on skin. He kept one hand fisted in your hair and the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks, pulling you back onto him with every thrust like he was trying to bury himself even deeper.

Jungkook continued pounding into you with deep, powerful strokes, his hips snapping against your ass with a loud, rhythmic slap. Your moans were constant and broken, your body jolting forward with every brutal thrust while your face stayed pressed against Soobin’s thigh. Jungkook’s grip on your hips was iron-tight, fingers digging into your skin as he used you relentlessly.

He slowed his thrusts just enough to speak, his voice rough and commanding, yet still instructional. “Soobin,” he said, breathing heavily. “Grab her hips. Both hands. I want you to help move her back and forth on my cock. Feel how she takes me. Learn the rhythm she needs.”

Soobin hesitated for a moment, eyes wide as he watched Jungkook’s thick cock disappear inside you again and again. His cheeks were flushed dark red, but after a few seconds, he leaned forward and placed his hands on your hips, right beside Jungkook’s.

“That’s it,” Jungkook encouraged, still buried deep inside you. “Pull her back onto me when I thrust forward. Help her fuck herself on my cock. She loves it deep like this.”

Soobin’s hands tightened on your hips. At first his grip was gentle, almost uncertain, but as Jungkook started moving again, Soobin began pulling you back onto Jungkook’s cock in time with his thrusts. The added force made Jungkook’s cock slam even deeper inside you.

A loud, broken cry ripped from your throat. “Oh my god!” you sobbed, eyes squeezing shut as the new sensation overwhelmed you. Soobin’s familiar hands pulling you back combined with Jungkook’s massive cock stretching and ruining you created an intensity you’d never felt before. Every time Soobin yanked your hips back, Jungkook’s thick length drove into you harder, filling you completely.

Jungkook groaned in approval. “Good. Harder, Soobin. She can take it. Look how her pussy is gripping me every time you pull her back.”

Soobin’s grip grew firmer, more confident. He started pulling your hips back with more strength, helping impale you on Jungkook’s cock over and over again. The wet, filthy sounds grew even louder — the obscene squelching of your soaked pussy mixed with the sharp slap of skin whenever your ass met Jungkook’s hips.

You were falling apart between them.

“Fuck— fuck— it’s so deep!” you cried out, voice muffled against Soobin’s thigh. Your hands clutched desperately at Soobin’s legs, nails digging into his pants as your body was rocked between the two men. “Jungkook’s cock is so big… Soobin, baby, he’s so deep inside me— I can’t”

Jungkook kept a steady, brutal pace while Soobin pulled you back onto him with every thrust. The dual control over your body made you feel completely used, a toy being shared between them. Jungkook’s cock kissed your cervix with every forceful pull, stretching your walls perfectly around his thickness. “That’s it,” Jungkook growled, one hand moving up to grip the back of your neck while Soobin continued manipulating your hips. “Feel how she’s dripping down my cock? She’s fucking loving this. Pull her harder, Soobin. Make her take every inch.”

Soobin obeyed, his fingers pressing deeper into your soft hips as he yanked you back more forcefully. The new intensity made your eyes roll back, loud, shameless moans spilling from your lips as Jungkook fucked you raw and Soobin helped drive you onto him again and again. You were trembling violently, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down your face, caught in the devastating rhythm the two of them created together.

The combined rhythm was absolutely devastating. Jungkook’s thick cock slamming into you while Soobin pulled your hips back with increasing confidence created a merciless, perfect storm of pleasure. Your moans had turned into constant, broken sobs as your body was rocked between them.

Jungkook’s breathing grew harsher, his thrusts becoming more erratic and deeper. “Fuck— I’m close,” he growled, gripping your hip tighter while Soobin continued helping pull you back onto his cock. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy up.”

You could only whimper in response, your mind hazy with overwhelming pleasure. Jungkook’s pace turned punishing, slamming into you with short, brutal strokes as he chased his release. With a deep, guttural groan, Jungkook buried himself to the hilt inside you and came hard. You felt every powerful pulse as he emptied himself deep inside your pussy, thick ropes of hot cum flooding your walls. He kept grinding into you, pushing his load even deeper while growling your name under his breath.

The feeling of Jungkook cumming so deep inside you triggered your own orgasm instantly. Jungkook’s grip on your neck tightened as he pounded into you even harder. “That’s it, pretty girl. Cum on my cock. Let go.”

The pressure built impossibly high, tighter and hotter, until it finally snapped. You came harder than you ever had in your life. A loud, guttural scream tore from your throat as your entire body seized up. Your pussy clenched violently around Jungkook’s cock, and then you were squirting, hard. Clear, hot liquid gushed out around his thick cock with every thrust, soaking his hips, dripping down your thighs. You shook uncontrollably, sobbing and moaning as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through you. Jungkook didn’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm and prolonging it until your vision went white and your legs gave out completely.

“Fuck, look at her,” Jungkook groaned, voice rough with satisfaction. “She’s squirting everywhere. Good girl… such a messy, beautiful girl.”

Your body finally went limp, trembling with aftershocks as Jungkook slowed his thrusts and eventually stilled deep inside you. He stayed buried in your pulsing heat for a long moment, letting you feel every inch of him while you tried to catch your breath. Soobin’s hands gently rubbed your hips, soothing the marks he’d left behind.

Jungkook eventually pulled out slowly, a rush of your combined juices dripping from your ruined pussy. He helped you collapse gently onto the chaise, turning you onto your back so you could breathe easier. Your chest heaved, body covered in a light sheen of sweat, cheeks flushed, and eyes glassy with exhaustion and satisfaction.

Jungkook sat back on his heels, breathing heavily but looking pleased. He glanced at Soobin, then down at your spent body. “That,” he said calmly, “is what she needs. Not just gentle, loving sex. She needs to be fucked properly, deeply, roughly, and without hesitation. She needs variety. She needs to be used and worshipped at the same time.” He looked at you softly. “How do you feel?”

You could barely speak, still floating. “Incredible…” you whispered hoarsely. “I’ve never… felt anything like that.”

Jungkook smiled, then turned back to Soobin. “You did well today. Helping move her like that was a great start. We’ll work on building your confidence and skill. This was only the first session.”

He helped you sit up eventually, handing you a soft towel and a bottle of water from a nearby table. While you recovered, he spoke to both of you about aftercare, communication, and homework, things for Soobin to practice at home before the next appointment.

As you slowly got dressed, your legs still shaky, you couldn’t stop stealing glances at Jungkook. The memory of how he had completely ruined you while Soobin watched was burned into your mind. Soobin was quiet, but he stayed close to you, gently rubbing your back and pressing a kiss to your temple. There was a new tension in the air, something shifted between all three of you.

Before you left, Jungkook leaned against his desk, arms crossed, looking unfairly composed and handsome. “Book your next session soon,” he said with a small, knowing smirk. “We still have a lot to work on… and I think you both know now how much she needs it.”

You left the office leaning on Soobin’s arm, body sore in the most delicious way, your mind already replaying everything that had happened… and wondering how much further Jungkook would take you next time.

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Terms and Conditions | Azriel + Eris Vanserra | Series Masterlist

Pairing - Azriel x Eris x reader

Summary - Fresh out of grad school, drowning in debt she didn't ask for, she answers an ad that promises more money than she's ever seen. 

Desperate, exhausted, and with nowhere else to turn, it feels like a lifeline.

All she has to do is carry a child for two strangers. It should have been simple, clinical, and entirely business.

But the moment she meets them—rich, magnetic, and unnervingly attentive, nothing about the arrangement feels simple anymore. 

Some lines were never meant to stay uncrossed, and she's about to find out exactly which ones.

Tags - surrogacy AU, polyamory, contract/arrangement romance, slow(ish) burn, bittersweet

Contents -

☁︎ One | The Arrangement | 2.3k words

☁︎ Two | Intentional | 3.7k words

☁︎ Three | A Shift | 3.3k words

☁︎ Four | Everything Unsaid | 3.5k words

☁︎ Five | Temporary | 3.4k words

☁︎ Six | Bittersweet Moments | 3.5k words - coming soon

☁︎ Seven | Where You Belong | 3.6k words - coming soon

☁︎ Eight

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A/n - This series will include content warnings at the start of each chapter, so please be sure to read them before continuing.

Another requested fic that I was very excited to write! I'll admit, it took a bit of thinking (and some serious back-and-forth with myself) because I really wanted it to feel just right. Fingers crossed it lands the way I imagined x

Expect plenty of emotions, intrigue, a little spice, and lots of domestic Azris shenanigans because who doesn't love a little cosy chaos? :)

As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Your votes and comments mean the world to me <3

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Always Be My Hero Ch. 1

Summary: When Tenya and y/n were six, they were inseparable, their days filled with playdates arranged by their mothers, where Tenya played the brave hero rescuing her, even as they were teased about being a perfect pair. But everything changed when y/n moved to the States a year later, and after Tenya’s brother, Tensei, was paralyzed by the villain Stain, he focused entirely on becoming a hero, letting their connection fade as y/n quietly did the same. Five years later, she returns to Japan as Suneater’s project manager at Fatgum’s agency, and unsure of how it will feel to see Tenya again, she tries to avoid him, left wondering if distance has changed them too much to ever reconnect.

Author's Note: You guys...I just realized I accidentally named this story after the movie "Almost Be My Maybe," Which has a similar story beat to this one. *Brain blown* My brain is so smart sometimes.

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“Oh, please! Will someone save me!” A small child dramatically called out, her hand resting on her forehead. She stood on a makeshift island of various blankets and pillows. Piles of toys were haphazardly scattered around her. Mrs.Iida believed they were supposed to be flames or maybe building rubble. Either way, she struggled to hide her amusement behind her teacup as her son zoomed into the room, cape flying behind him.

“Don’t worry, lovely lady! Ingemium has arrived!” Tenya bravely announced. His little fits balled on his hips, a wide smile painted on her face. y/n squealed with delight.

“My hero!”

Yn’s mom snorted in her tea. Mrs.Iida slapped her knee, but in truth, she too couldn’t hold back anymore. Both women burst out in laughter at their children’s adorable play. The pair turned to their moms, clearly unimpressed.

“Mom!” Y/n whined, “You promised you wouldn’t laugh this time! This is very important training for Tenya when he grows up to be a hero.”

Yn’s mom wheezed, trying really hard to stop, but tears spilled from laughing too hard. Yn stomped and marched over, weakly slapping her mom’s thigh. y/n’s mom eventually was able to calm down, wiping away a rogue tear. She bent over and picked up y/n, whose bottom lip puckered out.

“You are right, my love, I am so sorry,” She conceded, “You are a very good friend for helping Tenya achieve his dreams.” This seemed to have pleased the seven-year-old. y/n snuggled into her mom’s arm, arm crossed, and still pouting.

“I am a good friend,” she agreed begrudgingly, “And when I grow up, Tenya will be the number #1 hero, even beating All Might!”

Tenya, not bothered by his mother’s laughter, nodded determinedly. “And I will be a strong hero that will always protect y/n!” Mrs.Iida patted his midnight black hair.

“You are a kind boy, Tenya. I can’t wait to see you grow up to be a fine hero just like your father.” The pride shone through Tenya’s eyes, and she could almost see the little boy imagine himself constantly saving the day. Mrs.Iida caught the mischieously look on y/n’s mom eyes, and even though both women knew it was better not to tease the small gentleman, y/n’s mom just couldn’t help herself.

“Oh Tenya, I am so relieved to hear my daughter will marry such a strong and noble hero,” y/n’s mom squeezed the red cheeks of her child, “I can die happily knowing my daughter will be sooo well taken care of.”

Mrs.Iida rolled her eyes, even though she, too, secretly hoped the two children would grow up to marry each other. Tenya’s whole face bloomed red, the tips of his ears hot.

“That-that’s gross! I would never marry her! Girls are gross!” He declared, his fist balled to his side. The embarrassment spread to y/n, who pinched her mom’s arm back.

“Gross! Mom! Tenya has germs!” As both children realized what the other said, they started arguing with each other. One was offended that the other wouldn’t want to marry them, even though they also don’t want to marry. As they argued, Mrs.Iida and y/n’s mom exchanged a knowing look. They continued watching their children argue, as they sipped their tea, an unspoken bet formed between the two women.

One year later

“What do you mean you’re moving?” Tenya asked. y/n’s face was splotchy from crying a few hours ago. Some of the snot was still dried on her face.

“Mom said that she got a stupid job in the States and we have to move before the summer ends,” y/n replied, despite the sobs muffling her words. Her voice was hoarse from crying. Tenya stood in the entrance of his friend’s house, frozen. He had no idea how to respond. His best friend, his only friend, was leaving him?

“But…but why does that mean you have to leave? You could just live with my mom and me. You can have Tensei's room! He doesn’t need it. Mom’s been begging him to move out! I’m sure she would say yes.” y/n just shook her head.

“I already asked. My mom said no.”

Tenya could tell y/n was trying really hard not to cry again. He wasn’t even sure she had enough in her to keep crying. But for once, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to comfort his friend.

“How am I supposed to save you if you’re not with me?” Tenya’s chest ached, unfamiliar with this tight feeling. Tenya’s mom squeezed his shoulder as a comfort, but he shrugged her off.

He glared at the adults. How dare they separate them! He grabbed his friend’s hand and dragged her up the stairs to her room.

“Tenya?” y/n was surprised but followed him anyway.

When they entered her room, he slammed the door shut. As he turned around to check on her, he noticed the boxes. The room was practically empty. Only her bed and a bare desk were left in the room. He inhaled hard, trying to stop the tears from welling up in his eyes.

It was not successful. He sees the stuffed penguin he got her for her last birthday on the top of one of the boxes, and he bawls.

y/n was startled. She wasn’t sure if she has ever seen him cry. Even when he got hurt at the playground, his knee was badly scraped, he grinned at her and told her he was fine. For the next hour, both children cried on each other, hugging each other until there were no more tears left to cry. Mrs.Iida and y/n’s mom opened the door, only to find them passed out on the floor, clinging to each other.

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At the airport, Tenya had a death grip on his mother’s hand. She told him he had to be brave for y/n. Moving to another country would be very scary for her, and it was important that Tenya was happy for his friend, so that y/n wouldn’t be sad.

Tenya didn’t want to make his friend sad. He also didn’t want to see his friend leave. But his mom told him that he had to be a hero today, to show her that everything would be alright. Because he was here.

At the gate, they would not let go of each other’s hands. They did everything to distract from the inevitable. Reading each other’s favorite manga. Sharing a bag of chips. Running around the terminal and playing rescue. But nothing stopped the flight attendant from announcing that passengers were now boarding.

Tenya stood by the door, squeezing y/n’s hand.

“Promise you’ll call?”

“I promise.”

“Promise to keep training without me?”

“I promise.”

“...Promise to wait for me?” Tenya held down the hitch in his throat, the tears burning his eyes. But he held it back and put on a big woobly smile.

“I promise." She smiled back, it was small and bittersweet, but she gave him one last big hug. Before she boarded, she handed him a keychain. It was a chrome engine that revved when he pressed the button. A reminder that he was her hero.

He waved goodbye as he watched her walk down to the plane. He insisted on staying until the plane left, his little hand leaving a mark on the clean window as he watched her fly thousands of miles away from him.

Tenya tried to keep his promise over the years. He never stopped training, and his conviction to become a hero was stronger than ever. He tried to call as much as he could, but the time difference made everything harder.

There were times when one of them would fall asleep on the phone, while the other had to get ready for school that day. The different time zones making them miss each other often. Sometimes they would send general update videos, and they would still call each other best friends. But they were different. And no body can do anything about it.

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Author's note:

Hiiiiii! Thank you for clicking on my story!! I am a little frustrated with myself b/c I was inspired to write this from a song that randomly shuffled on my Spotify, and now I can't remember which one it was! If I remember it, I will go back and add it to the story summary or something.

Some of the chapters will be inspired by a song, and I will link it in the chapter notes in the beginning if that were the case.

I appreciate you giving me the time and day, and I hope to hear what you think so far in the comments. I'll see you at the next update!

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Always Be My Hero Ch.3

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The plane’s engine had barely cooled down before y/n’s nerves started to spike again. Six months. That was all it was. A temporary 6-month contract to help polish the image of Pro-hero Suneater. In and out. It was that simple. So why was she so nervous? 

She stepped into the flow of busy airport passengers, gripping her two suitcases a little tighter than necessary. The airport buzzed around her, voices overlapping in multiple languages, and the constant rhythm of rolling suitcases vibrated through the floor. She scanned the crowd for the exit of her terminal. It was arranged that Fatgum, the BMI hero, was going to pick her up at the airport to take her back to the office. They needed to discuss a little more about the job, such as getting familiar with the office before taking her to the corporate arranged apartment.  

y/n found her way to terminal B and sent a text to Fatgum that she had landed. Not even 2 seconds later, she gets a call. 

“Hey! I am so sorry to do this to you at the last second, but I am stuck at the office for another hour and won’t be able to come get you.” Panic rose to the edge of her throat. “But don’t worry! I called in a favor from a friend of mine.” Fatgum quickly added. 

“Thankfully, he just got off patrol in the area and should be at the airport in 5 minutes. His hero name is Red Riot, and trust me, he is not hard to miss.” 

Y/n can hear rustling in the background, someone dragging him to interview room 1. 

“Sorry, I have to go! I promise I will make it up to you!” He hung up before y/n could utter a word. She dropped the phone, letting the arm hang lamely to the side. Red Riot? She vaguely remembers his name when doing some research on Fatgum’s agency. She quickly typed his name in the search engine to refamiliarize herself with him. 

Oh…oh no. Red Riot, AKA the hardening Hero. Co-owner of the Dynamight Agency and ranked number 12 on the hero charts. He was also an old classmate of Tenya Iida. This was just a coincidence, she tried to convince herself. Just because she was meeting one of his classmates did not mean she would be seeing him. She wasn’t even working in his district; there will not be any overlap. Red Riot was just picking her up. That’s it. 

Before y/n could second-guess herself, she got a call from an unknown number.

“Yo! Fatgum told me he let you know what the situation is. I’m entering the airport now. What terminal are you at?” The man on the phone paused, “This is Red Riot, by the way.” 

y/n had to bite back an amused chuckle. Fatgum was friendly but polite, but Red Riot was just friendly. It was refreshing. 

“Hi! Yes, Fatgum told me. I am at Terminal B."

“Cool! I’ll let you know when I park.” 

y/n looked at the lock screen of her phone. Dozens of unread texts from friends and family wishing her luck. Her mom reminded her that Mrs. Iida wants to see her, and that was non-negotiable. y/n just texted her that she landed. Her best friend, Patch, texted that she was a bitch for abandoning her and to bring back plenty of snacks, y/n shot her a middle finger along with a selfie at the airport.

The last text made her pause, though. 

“Take care in Japan. I know you’ll do great. -DT” 

She scoffed to herself. Bold of him to text her at all. Her fingers hover over the screen, unsure how to respond. What could she say to that wasn’t a scathing insult for him to fuck off? 

Thankfully, Red Riot texted her, letting her know he had parked. She let out a deep sigh, shoved her phone back in her pocket, and rolled out of the terminal. She followed the signs to the exit doors, transitioning from the blinding overhead lights into the concrete parking lot. The cold wind raises goosebumps on her bare arms. What she would give for a jacket right now. 

She scanned the pile of cars parked on the side of the road. Crowds of people moving in and out of the terminal, but according to Fatgum, Red Riot would not be hard to miss. 

“Yo! Over here!” She heard him before she saw him. A redhead stood a few feet away, waving like he was trying to flag down a helicopter. His bright and easy grin was not hard to miss. Ah, that’s what Fatgum meant. She made her way toward him. 

“Red Riot?” She questioned. 

“Oh, you can call me Kirishima! I mean, you could call me Red Riot if that was easier.” She couldn’t help but smile. There was something about him that was contagious. 

“Kirishima is fine. I’m y/n. It’s nice to meet you. Thank you for picking me up today. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.” 

“No trouble at all! It’d be super unmanly to just leave you stranded-”

“Oi.” 

Kirishima turned, revealing a young man. He was tall, slightly taller than Kirishima, with short spiky blond hair. y/n immediately recognized him as Dynamight, the other half of Kirishima’s agency. 

“Bakugo! This is -” “Doesn’t matter.” He cut him off with a quiet scoff. “Hurry up, I had a long day.” 

“Dude! Don’t be rude.” Kirishima chastised, but Bakugo just humpfed and walked back towards the car. Kirishima turned back to y/n, rolling his eyes, as if to say, “Can you believe this guy?” 

“Don’t mind him, he’s just grumpy, it's past his bedtime.” 

“I heard that Shitty Hair!” y/n let out just a tiny giggle. The redhead clapped his hands together once. “Alright! We should probably head out before Bakugo leaves without us.” 

y/n nodded quickly, more than ready to get out of the cold. As she grabbed her suitcases, he reached out for the handles. 

“Here, I’ve got that.” 

“You don’t have to -” 

“I insist!” He said, winking at her, “Part of the service.” 

Y/n just relented, letting him lead the way. Bakugo was already ahead of them. 

Kirishima lead them to a fire engine red Toyota. He popped the trunk and threw the luggage in the back. As she handed him her backpack, another cold chill passed through, and y/n suppressed a shiver. Kirishima noticed immediately. 

"Hey, are you cold?" 

y/n opens her mouth to protest, but Kirishima was already leaning into the trunk, rummaging through the box. "Hang on, I think I got something." 

He straightened up and held up a neatly folded sweater. "Here! You can wear this." 

y/n hesitated for only a second before she took it. She unfolded it to get a better look. The design was impressive. An embroidered image of Kirishima in full hero pose took up most of the front. The high-quality thread glittered red and black in the light. His hero name is printed behind. Under her fingers, thicker than she expected. 

"Are you sure I can wear this?" She asked, sweater already slipped over her t-shirt. The inside was as smooth as butter. "This doesn't look like it has been released yet." 

Kirishima blinked. "Wow, how’d you know that? Did you do your research on our merch or something? " 

y/n couldn't help the small smirk that pulled at her lips as she lifted her wrist, turning the cuff just enough to show him. 

"Or," She said lightly, "because it still has a tag that says, 'test product, do not sell.'"

Kirishima's face was frozen. He turned completely red, almost redder than his hair. 

"Damn, I forgot about those," He mumbled. 

y/n let out a small laugh, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tease you." Though her teasing tone said otherwise.

She looked down at the sweater, sleeves tugged over her palms. "It is nice though. Seriously. The material is good and the thumb holes," She slipped her thumbs through them, "That is a nice touch." 

"Yeah? You think so?" 

"I do." 

He grinned, a little sheepish but proud, "That is awesome! I'll tell our PR manager it has passed its first real test." 

“Only if they give me the contact of their distributor." Y/n offered.

Bakugo was leaning against the passenger door as he waited. Y/n stepped in front of him. Without a word, he yanked the passenger door open. y/n paused for a moment. 

“Ummm…thank you.” He didn’t respond. Instead, he just looked at her. Really looked at her. Normally, she wouldn’t care what she looked like, especially after traveling for 14 hours, but she did squirm under his investigation. His brows pulled together slightly. 

“Have I seen you before?” His voice was rough and crackly.  y/n blinked and tilted her head. Sure he had a recognizable face, but she highly doubted that he would know her. 

“I don’t think so?” He didn’t look convinced, which confused her. “I’ve been in the States for almost 20 years now. Unless we bumped into each other as kids, I don’t think our paths would have crossed.” She tried to reassure him, but that did not seem to satisfy him. 

“Tch.” He stepped back, shutting the door once she was inside.

“Get in already,” he muttered, more to Kirishima than y/n. Kirishima slid into the right side passenger seat. 

“Alright! Is everyone good?”

Bakugo didn’t answer, slipped into the driver's seat, and started the car engine. The car pulled away from the curb, merging into traffic. She stared out the window, the city stretching out in front of her, familiar and distant all at once.

"Sooo..." y/n whistled in the silence, "Are you still close with Fatgum? You used to intern with him, yeah?" She could see Kirishima nod from the front. 

"Oh yeah! We still work pretty closely together. We're in the same district, so we've been called in on the same missions a lot. He's great, and you're going to love working with him." 

y/n nodded from the back. This much she knew. It wasn't Fatgum she was worried about.

"What about Suneater?" 

A beat of silence filled the car.

"Tamaki is a great hero," he finally said, "He's strategic, an unstoppable force. A total badass! You couldn't beat him on his worst days." More silence. 

"...But?" she urged on. Kirishima's thump drummed on the middle console. 

"But...he's a little shy." Bakugo scoffed in the driver's seat. y/n's eyebrows scrunched. 

"Fatgum hired me from across the world because Suneater is...shy?" Kirishima wiggled in his seat uncomfortably. 

"Tamaki has always been like that. Since we were students at U.A. We all thought that with some time and experience, he would get better, but he really hasn't gotten over it." 

Why does it seem like he's leaving something out? Rather, if he was doing it to be polite to his friend, or to spare her of something, y/n really didn't appreciate it. Her eyes met Bakugo's in the rear-view mirror. 

"What is wrong with him?" She asked him plainly. 

"He is the living embodiment of anxiety," he answered back, "He can't interact with people, literally. As soon as the fight is over, he has this scary face that freaks people out." Bakugo tsked under his breath, "And people think I have a problem? How’d that fucker get higher on this list then me is beyond me." 

y/n nodded, absorbing the information. Kirishima glared at him from the side. 

"Tamaki just needs a little guidance. His rank could go up if only people had enough time to thank their hero. It's also pretty hard to interact with him when he's on patrol." 

The gears were already in motion as the guys got into a fight about their mutual acquaintance, which then turned into a conversation about being 'manly'. Before she could contemplate what that was even supposed to mean, she pulled out her phone and unfolded it to the full screen. She pushed the button to release the pen and started jotting down some ideas in an open note. She furiously wrote down some plans of attack, thinking of all the angles. If he's really that shy, how could she work with that? She could keep his brand mysterious, play it up instead of getting rid of it entirely. Change him from a hero you don't know, into one that you want to know. Maybe some coaching on short phrases he could say. She didn't need him to suddenly be a chatterbox, but saying something to fans would ease the tension. 

Before long, the car stopped. Her head snapped forward, shocked that they were already here. The clock read 8:40 pm. Kirishima looked back at her, shoulder twisted to face her.

"What?" She asked, "Is there something on my face?" She used the black phone screen as a reflection. 

"No, no It's just..."He gestured to her, "You remind me of a friend of ours, with all the muttering as your mind works." Kirishima punched Bakugo's arm. 

"Right? Doesn't she remind you of a certain employee of ours?" Pink dusted the tips of Bakugo's ears. 

"Shut up!" He growled. Kirishima chuckled boisterously, proud of successfully teasing his friend. 

Her meeting with Fatgum was short. They mainly went on a quick tour of their modest office. He showed where her office will be ("Notice the beautiful skyline view of the city with floor-to-ceiling windows."), and it was directly between Suneater's and Fatgum's offices. In the middle of the office was a decent-sized kitchenette ("The fridge is always stocked every day. If there is anything that you want, just let the assistant at the front desk know.") There were multiple empty offices, some used as flex spaces for partnering heroes, and some as interview rooms for criminals. Lastly, there was a large conference room for debriefing missions. The floor above them was the business department. 

"Why am I not placed on that floor?" She asked. Fatgum's arms were folded against him. 

"It would be best if you were stationed closer to Tamaki. Going upstairs is a little difficult for him. Everyone up there is very personable." So it extended beyond citizen interaction. 

After the tour, he took her to her temporary apartment. It was a two-bedroom apartment. The rented furniture was modest but comfortable. Simple kitchen, small table with two chairs for eating, a couch with a coffee table, and a small TV decorated the living room. After Fatgum helped her with her luggage, he left her to get some sleep after a long day. 

But y/n didn't go to sleep. Her mind was still racing. She set up one of the bedrooms as an office. She started with her notes that she scribbled on her phone and categorized them on their own list, adding details to each one. By the time the sun peaked through the city buildings, she had a solid plan for Tamaki. 

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Author's note:

Some small details! If you didn't pick it up, y/n is using a Samsung Fold phone for work. I personally do not have one, but I want one so bad.

Also, the mention of y/n reminds Kirishima of a certain employee, and there is a possible tie to another fanfic I have on the back burner. I am a huge fan of love stories that are connected by certain characters, and I might be planning a "business-themed" spin-off for all the characters. Are you familiar with the Twisted series by Ana Huang? Kind of like that (although do not expect a smut level anywhere close to that series. The best you might get is some fades to black b/c I am a pussy). For example, I might write a fanfic of Bakugo and this "employee" falling in love. Kirishima would get a spin-off and so on.

Is that something you guys would be interested in? Let me know in the comments down below if so, and who you would like to see first after this story ends. And if you have any suggestions on what that series name should look like, I am open to suggestions.

Until then, thank you for keeping up with what I have so far. I am so excited to give Iida some well-deserved love! I appreciate your time and your thoughts, if you were to soo kindly leave a comment.

P.S: I was inspired to make reader a PR Manager for Suneater bc of this fic: Managing Love by: femalepenguini. Its a choose your own ending with Tamaki, Red Riot, Monoma and Fatgum. The PR for Suneater and working for Fatgum is the only elements I was inspired by and I highly recommend you go and read it on your own.

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Always Be My Hero Ch. 2

Author's Note:

Ok, if I were being honest with everyone, my love for Tenya might be influenced a little bit because he's english voice actor is J Michael Tatum. That man has been involved in ALL of my anime crushes growing up ever since I watched Ouran High School Host Club. I also am a huge sucker for straightforward, intelligent, and serious characters like Tenya and Kyoya Ootori. Maybe it has something to do with the glasses... (glares intensely at my husband, who was a bio-chem major and wears glasses with his hair up in a man bun.) noo...no it can't be that.

If you are like me, who was your first J.Michael Tatum character that he has voiced so far? There are SOOO many to choose from, and Kyoya and Tenya are not the only ones I have crushed on in the past. Fangirl with me, why don't you?

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y/n was the first person he called when he got his acceptance letter.  She was so excited for him. It was the first time in months that it felt like he was really talking to his best friend. 

“Tenya! I am so proud of you!” Her cheerful voice ran through the phone speaker. “You’re going to kick ass at the school, I just know it!” He laughed and chided her for her use of foul language, but a familiar and unnamed feeling bloomed in his chest as they talked. 

He was so excited for his first day at U.A. The engine keychain jingled on his school backpack. He heard a ding on his phone. He looked at the screen and saw it was y/n. 

“Good luck on your first day of classes, Tenya! Can’t wait for those kids to learn just how much of a badass you are. I’m cheering for you! #yournumber1fan.”

Tenya smiled, knowing that she probably stayed up all night so she could send him that text. 

“Thank you, y/n. I'll do my best. Go to sleep.” 

He quickly typed out his message before adjusting the straps of his backpack, finally feeling ready to start his first day of high school. 

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“Soooooo, how is U.A?” y/n asked after the first week of classes. They finally were able to find a good time for them to catch up. 

Tenya’s time at U.A was a humbling one. He came into class with so much confidence. But once Aizawa-sensei had them do a quirk assessment, he was woefully unprepared for everyone’s strengths. He knew at some level that everyone in his class was going to be strong; he had to be to enroll in 1-A, but he was not prepared for how strong they would be compared to him. Yes, Tenya might have had a leg up on some of his classmates from training with pro-heroes most of his life, but some were just more impressive than him.

Tenya didn’t communicate this, at least not at first. He just held his phone up to his ear, his fingers cramped by how firmly he was holding it. What was he supposed to say? He couldn’t admit to her that he wasn’t the strongest. She was so invested in him becoming a hero, but would it be disappointing knowing that others could be better heroes for her to look up to? 

“Helloo?? Earth to Tenya?” Her voice snapped him out of his spiraling. 

“Ha, sorry y/n. I was lost in thought for a moment.” He tried to hide his anxiety, “Classes are good. I have made a few friends already. Everyone seemed very nice.” Well…not everyone. But Tenya didn’t have the energy to delve into some of his classmates' questionable behaviors.

“Hmmm.” Ah-oh. That was her ‘I see through your bullshit’ tone.

“That’s it? Everyone seems nice? Come on, Tenya, something is eating you up. What is it?” Tenya sighed. Why did he think that he could hide anything from her? 

“Well…it’s just some of my classmates are really impressive. One of them is the son of the #2 hero! Another has a quirk so strong that it broke his finger. I just…don’t know how I could compete with such heavy hitters like that.” y/n was silent for a moment, which made Tenya nervous for a moment. 

“Endeavor is a flaming pile of shit, so don’t you dare compare yourself to his spawn. And second, that kind of sounds like the kid doesn’t have control of his quirk.  Don’t let that be something that stops you. I know you, and I know that you will never give up. That your engine will keep running even past exhaustion. I know you will be able to run circles around those dorks. Pun definitely intended.” Tenya laughed, feeling the anxiety melt away as she spoke.

“You think heroes are just the strongest people?” She added, “Because I don’t.” 

He let out a quiet laugh, more breath than sound, “You make it sound so simple.”

“Because it is you, overthinking idiot.”

And that was that, that was all it took. Hours of anxiety and self-doubt gone with a few words.  He smiled into the phone, already feeling better. She always saw things about him that he just…couldn’t. And somehow, that mattered more than everything. 

“...Hey.” He said quieter. 

“Yes?” 

“Thank you.” 

“For what?” 

He hesitated. For seeing him. For believing in him. For having unwavering support for his dreams. Tenya didn’t say any of that, though. 

“For reminding me,” he settled on. 

She hummed, satisfied, “You can trust me, Iida. I will always be there for you.” 

A warm silence stretched throughout the rest of the call. This time, they didn’t mind it; it wasn’t awkward, and no one was trying to fill it. In that silence, Tenya realized one fundamental thing. 

y/n was the only person who could steady his racing mind. Her opinion mattered more than anyone else’s, and if he failed, disappointing her would be the end of him. He gripped the phone, realizing that she was more important to him than he thought, and he had to push the feelings away before he let it take shape.

He didn’t have time for that. Not now. He had to get better. He had to become better, to be a hero. For himself and for…her. 

“I’ll do better tomorrow.” He could almost hear her bright smile through the speaker. 

“I know you will,” She replied easily. 

And that was it. That was all it took. 

A month later, y/n’s mom broke the news that U.A was attacked at the U.S.J. Tenya’s class was swarmed by enemies, and their teacher was badly injured. y/n’s never felt fear that strongly before. She tried calling him, knowing that he probably won’t be able to answer due to the time in Japan. The only news she got was from his mom.

y/n blew up his phone. He will see her messages at some point and reply, right? Right? 

Iida never responded. She was only comforted by the fact that his mom told her he was alright and that he wasn’t heavily injured. According to her, Tenya seemed to have been doing just fine.  

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“Do we have to stay up for the whole thing?” y/ns mom yawned as she sank deeper into the couch. y/n just tsked at her as she rounded the corner from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn. She threw a kernel at her mom before settling in next to her. 

“You should be ashamed. Tenya is your best friend’s son. You should be excited to cheer him on.” From the corner of her eye, she could see her mother giving her “the look.” y/n has had to deal with “the look” for years. Always when Tenya is mentioned. Mom would look at her with a shifty glance and wiggly eyebrows. It took everything within herself not to roll her eyes.

“You mean it has nothing to do with the fact that you are worried about Tenya and haven’t talked to him in weeks?” y/n was glad for the dark shadows, or her mom couldn't see the flustered expression on her face. 

“It’s not a crime to support a friend,” her mom gauffed, but let the subject go. Glad that her mom was done teasing her, y/n changed the subject. 

“I can’t believe they allow his class to participate after the U.S.J attack,” she grumbled to herself, “Look at their teacher! He’s practically a mummy!”

Right on cue, the camera panned to the announcement tower, showing pro-heroes Present Mic and Eraserhead, who, in fact was still bandaged head to toe. Mom giggled through her palm. She was promptly hit on the arm.

“Don’t laugh! That fight almost killed him. I’m surprised he could even get up to the tower.” 

A hand was placed on y/n’s arm, an attempt to slow her down. Deep down, y/n was not worried for the pro-hero. Eraserhead was a seasoned professional. He’s probably used to getting his ass beat and having to get back up the next day. But the students? Must they really be paraded around for a vanity competition?

“y/n, you wouldn’t understand because you never learned the significance of the festival or U.A in Japan. It’s not just a school event. After the attack, people are scared. They need to know that the heroes can still protect them. If the top hero school looks shaken, what does that say to the rest of the country? That even the future heroes aren’t safe? That they can’t protect anyone? Tenya and all the other students choose to stand in front of the whole world and prove that they are not afraid, and that they are ready for whatever comes at them. Plus Ultra and all that, right?” 

Deep down she understood what she was saying, but it didn’t stop her from clenching the couch pillow as the camera panned to the students coming through the tunnel, announcing the start of the festival. 

Tenya’s classmates were indeed impressive. At the start of the foot race, there was a clear difference between the students in 1-A and everyone else. They did not hesitate; they were confident and followed through with their plans. There was an obvious advantage, and Mom’s words really sank in to her as she watched on. y/n cheered on for Tenya, excited whenever the camera would catch his fleeting figure. Despite his engine quirk, which should give him an edge over most students, Tenya placed sixth in the race. 

“Jeez, the kid has gotten fast. I don’t remember his dad being that fast at his age.” 

Although y/n agreed, she could see Tenya’s tight expression. He was frustrated. 

The next challenge showcased their quirks on a different level. Each team for the cavalry race was strategically formed, and even though the winner of the last race was at a clear disadvantage with a disproportionate point count, his team held its own. Tenya teamed up with the second winner of the race, the son of Endeavor. And he was the perfect teammate for this challenge. 

“Yes! Go Tenya! I knew you could do it!” You jumped off the couch as Tenya showed off a new move, Recpro Blast, one passed down by his brother, a move that she could tell he spent hours working on. The popcorn bowl flew out of her lap, waking up Mom. Mom sleepily clapped, not knowing what they were celebrating. Tenya’s team won, qualifying for the next stage. 

The first match with Tenya was painful to watch. It was a glorified commercial for his opponent, a girl from one of the support classes. y/n watched between her fingers as the girl showed off her “babies” using Tenya as an unconsenting model. When she was finally done, she voluntarily stepped out of the ring, granting him a hollow victory. 

His next match was faster this time. He immediately activated Recipro Blast to push the nature student out of the ring. It was not as flashy or entertaining as the matches before him, but the pride still swelled in y/n’s chest.

It was his last match that caused y/n to sit on the edge of her seat. Tenya easily dodged his opponent's ice wall. He was quick to cover his right side, freezing the ground, forcing Tenya between the two walls. Thinking he’s got Tenya trapped, he shoots another attack, but this time, Tenya leaped into the air. y/n’s heart stuttered at his determined face.

Tenya has always been her hero; there was no doubt in her mind about that. He was always the boy who made her smile, even though she didn’t want to. But watching him now, fighting with everything he’s got, pushing forward against an opponent who he claimed was stronger, shifted something within her. He wasn’t the kid she grew up with. This boy…no, this man was steady, unyielding. Everyone could see something that she always saw. And she realized, she was now looking at him differently. 

Tenya didn’t win, but Mom was watching y/n enraptured by his fight. She smirked to herself as she could see the shift in her daughter’s gaze. When the match was over, she snuck a text to her best friend, poking fun at how she might win the bet. 

y/n was cleaning up the popcorn when Mom’s phone lit up. She answered with a lighthearted tone, getting ready to compliment her son, when she was cut off with a cry.

“Aoi?” Mom questioned through the speaker, “What’s wrong?” 

“It’s Tensei,” Aoi sobbed through the phone, “He’s in the hospital. Sora…he can’t feel his legs.” 

The room stilled. Sora gripped the phone tightly, trying not to alarm y/n. She walked to the other side of the house, comforting her friend in hushed tones. Sora didn’t let y/n know until the next day. It broke her heart to see her daughter cry as she continuously tried to call Tenya, but he never replied. The boy has completely iced her out.

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When All for One forced Japan to hide, all she could do was tearfully watch as kids her age fought to stop an absolute evil. Every time the camera caught Tenya's bloody face, her breath hitched, every stumble caused something deep to twist. But he stood back up, and he kept fighting, fear mixed with pride. She watched with silent tears as he pushed past his broken body to burst through miles of cities to launch Shouto into an inferno.

When the TV finally declared defeat, relief melted the tension in her muscles. Cheers from her family and the neighbors ran through her ears. The whole world was celebrating, but y/n couldn’t look away from his battered face; only she sat there in silence. 

He did it. Tenya’s a hero. She smiled to herself. He did that all on his own. Something dark spun within her. After all these years, he never really needed her. She was happy for her friend. This generation’s Ingenium. The world has him now, has him to rely on. 

She laughed once, bitter & soft, she allowed the tears to fall on her lap. 

“Of course you won,” She murmured amongst the celebration. 

That night, she made a promise to herself. She resigned that he no longer needed her and that she could live with that; she had to. Her unacknowledged feelings will stay that way, buried deep where she can no longer access them, and she lets everything go. His voice, his smile, the memories that they shared, a version of him she was no longer entitled to. She wrote it off as a juvenile feeling and hoped that was enough to make everything fade. 

“I watched the whole thing. I always knew you could do it. I’m really proud of you. #number1fan.” 

One last text, and that was the end of that chapter. 

< Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 >

Author's note:

Tenya's mom doesn't have an official name in the MHA universe, so I gave her one! Aoi Iida, whose name translates to blue...and no, I absolutely did not name her blue b'c Tenya's whole color palette is blue...shut up.

As always, thank you for reading, and I would appericate if you would let me know your thoughts so far! If not, I will see you in the next update. (Are my chapter notes sounding a little too much like a YouTuber ending their videos? Oh well...IDC.)

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Always Be My Hero Ch. 1

Summary: When Tenya and y/n were six, they were inseparable, their days filled with playdates arranged by their mothers, where Tenya played the brave hero rescuing her, even as they were teased about being a perfect pair. But everything changed when y/n moved to the States a year later, and after Tenya’s brother, Tensei, was paralyzed by the villain Stain, he focused entirely on becoming a hero, letting their connection fade as y/n quietly did the same. Five years later, she returns to Japan as Suneater’s project manager at Fatgum’s agency, and unsure of how it will feel to see Tenya again, she tries to avoid him, left wondering if distance has changed them too much to ever reconnect.

Author's Note: You guys...I just realized I accidentally named this story after the movie "Almost Be My Maybe," Which has a similar story beat to this one. *Brain blown* My brain is so smart sometimes.

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“Oh, please! Will someone save me!” A small child dramatically called out, her hand resting on her forehead. She stood on a makeshift island of various blankets and pillows. Piles of toys were haphazardly scattered around her. Mrs.Iida believed they were supposed to be flames or maybe building rubble. Either way, she struggled to hide her amusement behind her teacup as her son zoomed into the room, cape flying behind him.

“Don’t worry, lovely lady! Ingemium has arrived!” Tenya bravely announced. His little fits balled on his hips, a wide smile painted on her face. y/n squealed with delight.

“My hero!”

Yn’s mom snorted in her tea. Mrs.Iida slapped her knee, but in truth, she too couldn’t hold back anymore. Both women burst out in laughter at their children’s adorable play. The pair turned to their moms, clearly unimpressed.

“Mom!” Y/n whined, “You promised you wouldn’t laugh this time! This is very important training for Tenya when he grows up to be a hero.”

Yn’s mom wheezed, trying really hard to stop, but tears spilled from laughing too hard. Yn stomped and marched over, weakly slapping her mom’s thigh. y/n’s mom eventually was able to calm down, wiping away a rogue tear. She bent over and picked up y/n, whose bottom lip puckered out.

“You are right, my love, I am so sorry,” She conceded, “You are a very good friend for helping Tenya achieve his dreams.” This seemed to have pleased the seven-year-old. y/n snuggled into her mom’s arm, arm crossed, and still pouting.

“I am a good friend,” she agreed begrudgingly, “And when I grow up, Tenya will be the number #1 hero, even beating All Might!”

Tenya, not bothered by his mother’s laughter, nodded determinedly. “And I will be a strong hero that will always protect y/n!” Mrs.Iida patted his midnight black hair.

“You are a kind boy, Tenya. I can’t wait to see you grow up to be a fine hero just like your father.” The pride shone through Tenya’s eyes, and she could almost see the little boy imagine himself constantly saving the day. Mrs.Iida caught the mischieously look on y/n’s mom eyes, and even though both women knew it was better not to tease the small gentleman, y/n’s mom just couldn’t help herself.

“Oh Tenya, I am so relieved to hear my daughter will marry such a strong and noble hero,” y/n’s mom squeezed the red cheeks of her child, “I can die happily knowing my daughter will be sooo well taken care of.”

Mrs.Iida rolled her eyes, even though she, too, secretly hoped the two children would grow up to marry each other. Tenya’s whole face bloomed red, the tips of his ears hot.

“That-that’s gross! I would never marry her! Girls are gross!” He declared, his fist balled to his side. The embarrassment spread to y/n, who pinched her mom’s arm back.

“Gross! Mom! Tenya has germs!” As both children realized what the other said, they started arguing with each other. One was offended that the other wouldn’t want to marry them, even though they also don’t want to marry. As they argued, Mrs.Iida and y/n’s mom exchanged a knowing look. They continued watching their children argue, as they sipped their tea, an unspoken bet formed between the two women.

One year later

“What do you mean you’re moving?” Tenya asked. y/n’s face was splotchy from crying a few hours ago. Some of the snot was still dried on her face.

“Mom said that she got a stupid job in the States and we have to move before the summer ends,” y/n replied, despite the sobs muffling her words. Her voice was hoarse from crying. Tenya stood in the entrance of his friend’s house, frozen. He had no idea how to respond. His best friend, his only friend, was leaving him?

“But…but why does that mean you have to leave? You could just live with my mom and me. You can have Tensei's room! He doesn’t need it. Mom’s been begging him to move out! I’m sure she would say yes.” y/n just shook her head.

“I already asked. My mom said no.”

Tenya could tell y/n was trying really hard not to cry again. He wasn’t even sure she had enough in her to keep crying. But for once, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to comfort his friend.

“How am I supposed to save you if you’re not with me?” Tenya’s chest ached, unfamiliar with this tight feeling. Tenya’s mom squeezed his shoulder as a comfort, but he shrugged her off.

He glared at the adults. How dare they separate them! He grabbed his friend’s hand and dragged her up the stairs to her room.

“Tenya?” y/n was surprised but followed him anyway.

When they entered her room, he slammed the door shut. As he turned around to check on her, he noticed the boxes. The room was practically empty. Only her bed and a bare desk were left in the room. He inhaled hard, trying to stop the tears from welling up in his eyes.

It was not successful. He sees the stuffed penguin he got her for her last birthday on the top of one of the boxes, and he bawls.

y/n was startled. She wasn’t sure if she has ever seen him cry. Even when he got hurt at the playground, his knee was badly scraped, he grinned at her and told her he was fine. For the next hour, both children cried on each other, hugging each other until there were no more tears left to cry. Mrs.Iida and y/n’s mom opened the door, only to find them passed out on the floor, clinging to each other.

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At the airport, Tenya had a death grip on his mother’s hand. She told him he had to be brave for y/n. Moving to another country would be very scary for her, and it was important that Tenya was happy for his friend, so that y/n wouldn’t be sad.

Tenya didn’t want to make his friend sad. He also didn’t want to see his friend leave. But his mom told him that he had to be a hero today, to show her that everything would be alright. Because he was here.

At the gate, they would not let go of each other’s hands. They did everything to distract from the inevitable. Reading each other’s favorite manga. Sharing a bag of chips. Running around the terminal and playing rescue. But nothing stopped the flight attendant from announcing that passengers were now boarding.

Tenya stood by the door, squeezing y/n’s hand.

“Promise you’ll call?”

“I promise.”

“Promise to keep training without me?”

“I promise.”

“...Promise to wait for me?” Tenya held down the hitch in his throat, the tears burning his eyes. But he held it back and put on a big woobly smile.

“I promise." She smiled back, it was small and bittersweet, but she gave him one last big hug. Before she boarded, she handed him a keychain. It was a chrome engine that revved when he pressed the button. A reminder that he was her hero.

He waved goodbye as he watched her walk down to the plane. He insisted on staying until the plane left, his little hand leaving a mark on the clean window as he watched her fly thousands of miles away from him.

Tenya tried to keep his promise over the years. He never stopped training, and his conviction to become a hero was stronger than ever. He tried to call as much as he could, but the time difference made everything harder.

There were times when one of them would fall asleep on the phone, while the other had to get ready for school that day. The different time zones making them miss each other often. Sometimes they would send general update videos, and they would still call each other best friends. But they were different. And no body can do anything about it.

Chapter 2 >

Author's note:

Hiiiiii! Thank you for clicking on my story!! I am a little frustrated with myself b/c I was inspired to write this from a song that randomly shuffled on my Spotify, and now I can't remember which one it was! If I remember it, I will go back and add it to the story summary or something.

Some of the chapters will be inspired by a song, and I will link it in the chapter notes in the beginning if that were the case.

I appreciate you giving me the time and day, and I hope to hear what you think so far in the comments. I'll see you at the next update!

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Always Be My Hero Ch. 18

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Author's note: This took me forever. This chapter is the reason why I had anxiety. There were multiple different ways I could've written this and finally after what felt like forever of just staring at my computer screen, I settled on what I thought was the best outcome. I hope you agree with me.

<Chapter 17 | Chapter 19 >

With everything that has been going on, y/n completely forgot that today was her birthday. She was surrounded by familiar but unknown faces. Had all of Class 1-A come for this surprise birthday party? How’d they know? Apart from a handful of people, she knows nobody here. She plastered on her best polite smile, the feelings of being uncomfortable threatening to take over. When she scanned the room, everyone was watching with excited, waiting faces. She side-eyed Patch, who had her head in her hands in a disapproving manner. Kirishima had a wide, proud smile. 

y/n held up her hands, unconsciously shaking them like jazz hands, and let out her best excited scream. 

“Wow!” Her voice was a little strained, “Thank you so much!” 

This was apparently all she needed to do for everyone to go back to mingling amongst themselves, leaving her alone at the doorway. She turned to Patch, eyes communicating, “What the fuck is going on?” Patch shrugged, arms flinging in the air. 

“I am so sorry,” Patch said, “I told Kirishima your birthday was coming up and he said he would handle it. I thought that meant a small gathering with some of your co-workers, not the majority of the heroes on the top 20 charts!”

y/n tried to resist face-palming. Kirishima came up to them, swinging his arms to encase both of their shoulders; y/n cringed at the alcohol laced in his breath. 

“Happy birthday to the best PR manager in the world!” His words slurred with every vowel, and each word switched between English and Japanese. 

“Come on!” Everyone is waiting to meet the famous y/n y/l/n.” Kirishima pulled her towards the crowd. She watched as Patch mouthed an “I’m so sorry!” 

The music wasn’t loud, but it was enough to have a hard time hearing conversations. People were scattered all over the house. Some played card games in the living room on the couch, others were having conversations leaning against the wall, more were outside playing drinking games in the background. It was the very picture of a typical house party. The tour de y/n was overwhelming. Sure, she met some of his classmates at the bar, but that felt like forever ago. Kirishima got increasingly louder with each introduction, and with each one, he would exaggerate her accomplishments. 

Finally, Kirishima’s attention is pulled to the other side of the house, leaving y/n to be able to breathe and navigate towards the snack area. There she sees Fatgum holding his own bowl of nachos. 

“Hey, Boss.” y/n reached to grab her alcohol can of choice. 

“Are you enjoying the party?” The alcohol bubbled in her chest as she took a sip. 

“Yes, thank you for opening your home for this.” y/n did her best to sound sincere, despite the uncomfortable feeling of being paraded around to Japan’s best of the best. 

Fatgum smirked, knowing that she was just being polite. “I thought you deserved to let loose a little bit. You’ve had a hard week. Don’t forget to have fun!” 

He then pointed behind her. “I think someone wants to talk to you. He’s been sneakily looking over here ever since you escaped Kirishima.” 

y/n looked behind her. Tenya was leaning against a wall, talking to two people in front of him. She discreetly swallowed hard. He was just wearing a plain-collared shirt, solid blue with a few buttons undone at the top. Her eyes trailed the line of his broad shoulder, the curve of his muscles, his biceps. His triceps. His forearms. Just so many muscles. She had to rip her eyes away from his hands as she caught him staring as well. He gave her a boyish smile. His hands gave her a timid wave. y/n waved back, cheeks warm from embarrassment. God, I hope he didn’t catch her ogling him like that. She didn’t say goodbye to Fatgum before walking towards him. 

When she slid by his side, Tenya pulled her into a side hug. He leaned down towards her ear. Her skin tingled upon contact. 

“Happy birthday.” He whispered. His voice was low. She tried not to let her fluster become apparent. 

y/n already met one of his friends. She pointed a finger with the hand holding her can. 

“Hey, House Arrest!” Midoriya’s whole face instantly reddened. The woman next to him giggled girlishly. Her round face and big eyes made y/n guess she was the Gravity Hero, Uravity. Tenya also chuckled, his body moving ever so slightly next to hers. He hadn’t moved yet. 

“Oh, you’re the woman I met at U.A!” Midoriya finally connected, “I didn’t realize you were close to Iida.” 

“You two have met already?” Tenya asked. y/n nodded, taking a sip of her drink. 

“Tamaki was invited to do an interview back at U.A and we briefly met in the hallway.” 

“She was looking at our class photos. I should’ve known that you knew Iida from the way you were talking to yourself.” y/n coughed mid-sip, causing her drink to go down the wrong pipe. Tenya patted her on the back. 

“What were you talking to yourself about?” Was he teasing her?

“Probably that you had a stick up your ass during your time as a class president.” The woman joked. 

“Doesn’t he still?” y/n quipped back. The three laughed as Tenya stuttered to defend himself. 

“I’m Ochaco Uraraka.” She gave a slight bow, “It’s nice to finally meet you. Iida was just telling us all about you and how you grew up together.” 

“I hope only good things,” y/n pinched Tenya’s side, “Remember, I knew you in middle school. I know a lot of embarrassing things about you too.” 

“I wouldn’t dare make fun of you on your birthday. Tomorrow? We’ll see how nice you are to me.” He squeezed her closer to him, his fingertips lightly pressing to her side. 

“I don’t mean to be rude, but I swear I’ve seen you before.” Uraraka scanned her face inquisitively. 

“Well, have you been on the internet? I’ve been quite famous lately.” y/n tried to make light of the current situation. Uraraka just shook her head, inching closer until she was a breath away from y/n’s face. 

“No, no, that’s not it.” She mumbled. 

“I thought the same thing when I first met her!” Midoriya said. Tenya nearly choked on his drink. He realized something before they did. 

“ANYWAYS!” He said far too loudly, “y/n, are you enjoying the party so far-” 

“I got it!” Uraraka snapped her fingers, “You’re the girl from Iida’s pictures!” 

Tenya groaned, hiding his face with his beer can. y/n stared at her, face frozen in time. His grip on her tightened marginally. y/n turned her head to look at him. 

“What pictures?” y/n asked, more towards Tenya than Uraraka. Midoriya’s eyes brightened in recognition. 

“You’re right! Iida only decorated his room with like two things, and one of them was your pictures!” 

“Yes! There was one where you were in the park together as kids. Some selfies of you in front of a school. I’m pretty sure he taped a picture of him as Tuxedo Mask and you as Sailor Moon together too.” 

y/n remembered that day. She begged Tenya to do a matching costume for a Halloween party she was invited to. He didn’t understand why because he was obviously not invited, but y/n cried until he finally agreed. She spent the whole party showing everyone his picture to prove that she was part of a pair. It was brutal. She got made fun of, but she was so happy that she got to do something with her friend. 

Uraraka kept going, entirely unaware that with each description she was slowly killing Tenya. 

“Uraraka,” Tenya pleaded, “Please.” 

This time, Midoriya chimed in. “We used to study in his room all the time. Whenever we asked about you, he would get so cagey. I think the first time Ka-chan saw them he asked if he had a girlfriend. Iida was so flustered he couldn’t finish coherent sentences for hours.”

y/n couldn’t help but double over laughing at the image. Tenya was doing his best to keep hold of her, but her laughter took over everything. Her stomach felt warm, and she couldn’t exactly tell why. Maybe it was a mix of the few sips of alcohol on an empty stomach. But if she was honest with herself, the confirmation that he did miss her as much as she missed him was enough to wash away any leftover insecurity she had about their newly healed relationship. 

She eventually calmed down, straightening back up and wiping a stray tear away from her cheek. Tenya’s face was bright red. He turned his face away from y/n. She could tell that she was hiding behind his glasses. 

“Oh, Tenya, if I knew how much you missed me, I would’ve tried harder to reach out.” 

Still refusing to look at her, Tenya said, “Well, I also could’ve gotten over myself and replied to your texts.” 

y/n patted his chest in comfort. 

“I can’t believe you hid her away from us this whole time!” Uraraka said, pulling y/n towards her. The absence of his touch on her skin felt cold. Even when pulled into a side hug by Uraraka, he held firm on y/n’s fingertips. 

“ALRIGHT NERDS!” Mina shouted from the living room, as chaotic as a hurricane, “Who wants to get this party started with a round of Taboo!” 

Uraraka was already pulling y/n towards the couch, claiming her as part of her team. Obviously, Tenya and Midoriya were the other half of their team. y/n scanned the room looking for Patch. Sinking on the other side of the couch, Tenya leaned into her ear again. 

“Don’t worry, it seems Patch and Kirishima are in their own game in the backyard.” 

Sure enough, y/n could see Patch and Kirishima engaged in an intense beer pong competition behind the screen door leading outside. She leaned into Tenya, lips barely brushing his earlobe. 

“They look good together, don’t they?” she asked. Patch laughed, the bottom of her shirt soaked from Kirishima knocking over one of the beer cups. 

“Definitely an interesting pair.” y/n giggled, lightly slapping his arm. 

A terse “ah-hem” interrupted their moment, reeling Tenya and y/n back in a room full of people. She wasn’t sure who it was, but it came towards the area where y/n could see Momo sip her drink.

Mina went around passing out the cue cards to each team. She grinned tightly at Tenya and y/n. 

“Shaking up your partner choice, aren’t we, Tenya?” Mina asked, her tone lilting suggestively.  He gave her a nervous laugh. 

“You can’t blame a man for wanting to catch up with a childhood friend, can you?” Tenya was talking to Mina, but his eyes were elsewhere. Following his line of sight, she could see he was looking at Momo, who was very subtly glaring at him. y/n couldn’t help but feel territorial. I don’t care about whatever arrangement you made with Tenya. He’s mine for tonight.

y/n scooted closer to him, her leg particularly hanging off of his lap. 

“Doesn’t the Birthday Girl get to pick her teammates?” Mina held out her hands in surrender. 

“Touche.” 

With all of the cards distributed evenly and two teams having been established, they were ready to play. 

“Okay!” Mina announced, “Birthday girl’s team should go first!” 

A chorus of cheer erupted around the room. They moved around the room to better position their team. 

“Perfect! We’re totally going to win this!” Uraraka said. Tenya gestured to the front of the living room. 

“Will you do the honors?” y/n hopped off the couch and stood in front of her team. 

She looked through her selection of cards. This should be easy. She eyed her teammates. “You better get all of these.” 

Uraraka clapped once, getting in a ready position. Apparently, she felt very strongly about Taboo. Momo was on the other team and was tasked with making sure y/n didn’t say illegal words when describing a card. 

“One minute, starting now!” 

“You get sick when going too fast with this thing with an engine,” y/n rapidly said. 

“Car!” Tenya yelled out before anyone else. "Yes!" 

“Tensei used to put too much of this in your ramen as a prank!” 

“Soy Sauce!” Tenya called out again. "Yes!" The card was flipped down again. 

“Mom used to threaten this on me when I would misbehave.” 

“Slippers!” 

For the next minute, Tenya and y/n were playing their own game. Before y/n could even finish her clue, Tenya would immediately get it, not allowing any of their teammates to get a word in. They got every single card without a hiccup. 

The rest of the game played out the same way whenever it was their turn. It was like their minds were connected. Unique clues that only they could give each other. An unstoppable force that was undeniably a well-oiled machine. Momo’s team didn’t stand a chance against them, and y/n couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride knowing that the glare that Momo gave her at the beginning of the game had more heat behind it. Team Birthday Girl had won by a ridiculous margin. 

“Okay,” Kaminari said, pointing between them. “You two have cheated somehow.” 

“What?” y/n asked. 

“How does one cheat at Taboo?” Tenya chimed in. 

“You used clues that only you two could’ve gotten!” 

Tenya adjusted his glasses. "They were perfectly reasonable clues." 

"They were only clues that y/n would understand!" Kaminari argued. 

"Show me in the rules where that is not allowed!" y/n shot back. 

Tenya nodded in agreement; they both leaned towards Kaminari. “It’s not my fault that your team didn’t think to play that way.” 

Kaminari sputtered, unable to respond as he was being ganged up on.

“Yeah!” Uraraka shouted, more drunk than at the beginning of the game. “It’s not our fault that your team sucks!” y/n held out her hand for a high five. Uraraka gave it a good hard slap. 

“Oh come on, does nobody see that this is clearly unfair!” Kaminari cried. 

“Don’t blame us for your poor sportsmanship, Kaminari.” Tenya chastised him. 

The group dissolved into laughter. A few people chimed in with their own complaints and accusations, but after a long debate, it was decided they had not cheated.

The conversation eventually drifted away from the game itself. Groups splintered off naturally, old classmates catching up on years of stories and inside jokes. For once, y/n didn't feel like an outsider listening in. She settled into the couch beside Tenya, content to listen. Some stories felt familiar enough that she could predict exactly how he'd react. Others surprised her completely. She liked getting to see the glimpses. It was as if she was getting pieces of Tenya to finally finish the puzzle. 

A shadow passed in front of us. Momo stood over us, holding two drinks.

"I got you a drink!" She handed one of the cups to Tenya. He accepted it with a grateful smile. 

"Thank you, Momo." 

She naturally settled into the space beside him, completely ignoring the fact that there was very little room left on the couch. 

She started a completely different conversation with Tenya. One that excluded everyone, including y/n. Was Momo doing this on purpose? y/n hated how Momo would lean toward him to whisper in his ear, how he would turn to her automatically. y/n felt completely forgotten, despite his arm still circling her waist.

"Honestly," Mina called out from the other couch, "It is soooo cute seeing you two still so attached after all these years." Momo's cheeks flushed. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. 

"You've been doing this whole 'not dating, but absolutely dating', the end of high school." y/n didn't realize how long this had been going on between them. Tenya straightened, parallel to the back of the couch. He snatched his arm off of y/n's waist. 

"Mina, it's not appropriate to talk about this right now." Tenya's eyes rapidly moved back and forth from Mina to y/n. y/n shrank into herself, shoulders slumping, suddenly interested in her almost empty drink. She remembered what Tensei told her. What they had wasn't real. Right? 

Kaminari slapped his knee, foam from his beer slushing out of his bottle. "When are you finally going to call her your girlfriend? Seal the deal already!" 

Tenya was as still as a statue. Both women stared at him expectantly. They were also waiting for his response. Someone in the background shouted something about wedding invitations. y/n laughed when everyone else did. At least, she hoped she did. She wasn't exactly in her own body right now. Everything felt so distant. The only thing in focus was Tenya, who hadn't moved a muscle since the teasing. His eye twitched behind his glasses. A layer of sweat shone from the edge of his hairline. Another person hooted. 

"Look at him, he's blushing!" This broke Tenya out of his stone posture. 

"I am not blushing." 

"Tell that to your face!" Mina hollered. Kaminari and Mina laughed into each other like a pack of hyenas. 

"Please put us all out of our misery, Momo, and claim your man," Kaminari begged.

Momo covered her face. Tenya looked moments away from spontaneously combusting.

"Well, what do you say?" Momo said, "Care to take me on a real date?" 

Tenya's eyes were impossibly wide. Apparently, he was as shocked at her sudden request as y/n was. His mouth flapped like a fish out of water. Please say something, Tenya. y/n internally pleaded, hoping that he would deny her. 

He took a big gulp of his drink. Finally, Tenya answered. “I’ll think about it.”

Momo’s mouth lifted ever so slightly at the end of her mouth. A smile that felt like she was saying, “I won.” 

Kaminari practically fell off the couch. "That wasn't a no! Progress, people!" 

It felt like someone knocked all of the breath out of her chest. Was Tensei wrong? Was there more to their arrangement than Tensei led her to believe? A dozen explanations immediately ran through her head. But maybe the answer was the simplest one. Maybe she'd wanted Tensei to be right because it was easier than facing the alternative. Maybe all those moments she'd spent holding onto had never been what she thought they were. All his little touches, his smiles, his concerns. 

She had no right to be jealous. At the end of the day, Tenya wasn’t hers to covet. He never had been. They just got back to being friends. Good friends. She had no right to interfere with whatever happened between him and Momo. Especially while there was a very real chance y/n wouldn’t even be in Japan in four months.

Someone suggested Mario Kart, and everyone moved on. Someone stole Kaminari's controller; Mina is yelling about being blue-shelled. y/n was stuck outside of her own body. She needed out. She felt suffocated from being squeezed against Tenya.

“I need a refill!” y/n announced, getting up from the couch. She didn't care how abrupt and loud she sounded. 

“I'll come with you!” Uraraka hurried after her, nearly tripping over her own feet in the process. 

“Maybe you should slow down!” Midoriya suggested. Uraraka gasped like he just slapped her across the face. 

“How dare you say that?”

The moment they reached the kitchen, y/n opened the cooler and focused entirely on finding a new can, anything to keep her hands occupied.

“You know, you and Iida make a really good team,” Uraraka said y/n laughed; did they run out of her favorite drink already? 

"Sure, we've been friends since diapers." 

Uraraka snorted. “Sure, friends.” 

Her smile slipped slightly. She finally found her drink and popped open her can. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” y/n asked, picking up Uraraka’s tone. Uraraka poured herself some of the spiked punch. 

“Come on, you'd have to be blind to not see how he looks at you."

y/n immediately shook her head. "I don't know what you're talking about." 

"No?" 

"No." y/n answered a little too firmly. Uraraka looked at her, then burst out laughing. 

"Oh, wow. You really don't see it, do you?" y/n shook her head, refusing to speak. She couldn't let Uraraka's words get to her. 

"There is absolutely nothing significant about how he looks at me." Uraraka just shrugged. 

"Okay," she said sarcastically.

Heat crawled up her neck. Uraraka's expression softened. "Is it because of her?" No response. 

"For someone that Tenya says is incredibly smart, you're unbelievably oblivious." 

Uraraka was wrong. She had to be. Because believing that there could be something more meant she had hope, and that hope will kill her. She finally got Tenya back; she's not going to lose him again. Even if that meant lying to herself. 

"We're friends."

Uraraka sighed.

"If that's what you need to tell yourself."

The words followed y/n for the rest of the night. She moved through the party in an out-of-body experience. She watched herself smile, laugh, and converse with people, even if she couldn't tell you what they were talking about. At one point during the night, someone brought out a cake. She vaguely remembered thanking someone - she thinks his name was Sato - for taking the time to make her a birthday cake. Everyone crowded her. The shadows of the candles danced off the frosting. Her eyes focused on nothing as they started singing the Happy Birthday song.

"Make a wish already!" Kirishima shouted.

y/n blinked. She took a deep breath and made a wish. The room exploded into applause. Her wish was forgotten as she watched Tenya and Momo stand shoulder to shoulder. Someone gave him some cake, and they shared a slice. The sight dug under her skin. That was her cake. How dare he feed Momo her cake? y/n swallowed the rancid feeling down. It burned her throat as it settled in her stomach. 

The rest of the evening passed in fragments. By the time people started leaving, y/n felt exhausted. Tenya found her near the front door.

"Want me to drive you home?" 

y/n forced a smile. "Oh. Kirishima and Bakugo already offered."

Tenya peered over her as he watched Bakugo struggle to get Kirishima in the car, who was being egged on by Patch. A flash of disappointment crossed his face. "I see." 

y/n held her arms close to her chest. The imprint of his hand holding her tightly earlier burned on her skin.

"Are you ok? Today must've been a hard day for you."

Her fingers tightened around her sleeves. "Yeah, I'm just tired." 

His eyes scanned her. He couldn't place it, something's changed since the beginning of the part, but like the idiot he was, Tenya couldn't figure out why.

"If you're certain." He choose to let it go.

"Goodnight, Tenya."

He placed a warm hand on her shoulder. "Good night, y/n." His voice barely above a whisper.

______________________

Hours later, she sat cross-legged on the edge of her bed. The apartment was quiet except for Patch snoring lightly on her bed. She stared at the floor. At twenty-four, she thought she'd have answers. A sense of direction, purpose. But everything was fucked. Her job was a mess. She brought them into an international lawsuit. She had no sense of joy outside of her job. She only had one friend.

For a moment, she thought she'd at least find a clue on what her purpose was when she moved to Japan. But here she was, sitting on the cold floor feeling emptier than ever. The only thing she was sure of was that she wanted Tenya in her life. But wanting something didn't mean you could have it. The thought sat heavily in her chest. How sad was that? That y/n had nothing but her job, Patch, and Tenya. And someday, it will all come to an end. It always does. Nothing stays forever. 

“Happy birthday to me.” If only she could remember what she wished for. 

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Always Be My Hero Ch. 18

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Author's note: This took me forever. This chapter is the reason why I had anxiety. There were multiple different ways I could've written this and finally after what felt like forever of just staring at my computer screen, I settled on what I thought was the best outcome. I hope you agree with me.

<Chapter 17 | Chapter 19 >

With everything that has been going on, y/n completely forgot that today was her birthday. She was surrounded by familiar but unknown faces. Had all of Class 1-A come for this surprise birthday party? How’d they know? Apart from a handful of people, she knows nobody here. She plastered on her best polite smile, the feelings of being uncomfortable threatening to take over. When she scanned the room, everyone was watching with excited, waiting faces. She side-eyed Patch, who had her head in her hands in a disapproving manner. Kirishima had a wide, proud smile. 

y/n held up her hands, unconsciously shaking them like jazz hands, and let out her best excited scream. 

“Wow!” Her voice was a little strained, “Thank you so much!” 

This was apparently all she needed to do for everyone to go back to mingling amongst themselves, leaving her alone at the doorway. She turned to Patch, eyes communicating, “What the fuck is going on?” Patch shrugged, arms flinging in the air. 

“I am so sorry,” Patch said, “I told Kirishima your birthday was coming up and he said he would handle it. I thought that meant a small gathering with some of your co-workers, not the majority of the heroes on the top 20 charts!”

y/n tried to resist face-palming. Kirishima came up to them, swinging his arms to encase both of their shoulders; y/n cringed at the alcohol laced in his breath. 

“Happy birthday to the best PR manager in the world!” His words slurred with every vowel, and each word switched between English and Japanese. 

“Come on!” Everyone is waiting to meet the famous y/n y/l/n.” Kirishima pulled her towards the crowd. She watched as Patch mouthed an “I’m so sorry!” 

The music wasn’t loud, but it was enough to have a hard time hearing conversations. People were scattered all over the house. Some played card games in the living room on the couch, others were having conversations leaning against the wall, more were outside playing drinking games in the background. It was the very picture of a typical house party. The tour de y/n was overwhelming. Sure, she met some of his classmates at the bar, but that felt like forever ago. Kirishima got increasingly louder with each introduction, and with each one, he would exaggerate her accomplishments. 

Finally, Kirishima’s attention is pulled to the other side of the house, leaving y/n to be able to breathe and navigate towards the snack area. There she sees Fatgum holding his own bowl of nachos. 

“Hey, Boss.” y/n reached to grab her alcohol can of choice. 

“Are you enjoying the party?” The alcohol bubbled in her chest as she took a sip. 

“Yes, thank you for opening your home for this.” y/n did her best to sound sincere, despite the uncomfortable feeling of being paraded around to Japan’s best of the best. 

Fatgum smirked, knowing that she was just being polite. “I thought you deserved to let loose a little bit. You’ve had a hard week. Don’t forget to have fun!” 

He then pointed behind her. “I think someone wants to talk to you. He’s been sneakily looking over here ever since you escaped Kirishima.” 

y/n looked behind her. Tenya was leaning against a wall, talking to two people in front of him. She discreetly swallowed hard. He was just wearing a plain-collared shirt, solid blue with a few buttons undone at the top. Her eyes trailed the line of his broad shoulder, the curve of his muscles, his biceps. His triceps. His forearms. Just so many muscles. She had to rip her eyes away from his hands as she caught him staring as well. He gave her a boyish smile. His hands gave her a timid wave. y/n waved back, cheeks warm from embarrassment. God, I hope he didn’t catch her ogling him like that. She didn’t say goodbye to Fatgum before walking towards him. 

When she slid by his side, Tenya pulled her into a side hug. He leaned down towards her ear. Her skin tingled upon contact. 

“Happy birthday.” He whispered. His voice was low. She tried not to let her fluster become apparent. 

y/n already met one of his friends. She pointed a finger with the hand holding her can. 

“Hey, House Arrest!” Midoriya’s whole face instantly reddened. The woman next to him giggled girlishly. Her round face and big eyes made y/n guess she was the Gravity Hero, Uravity. Tenya also chuckled, his body moving ever so slightly next to hers. He hadn’t moved yet. 

“Oh, you’re the woman I met at U.A!” Midoriya finally connected, “I didn’t realize you were close to Iida.” 

“You two have met already?” Tenya asked. y/n nodded, taking a sip of her drink. 

“Tamaki was invited to do an interview back at U.A and we briefly met in the hallway.” 

“She was looking at our class photos. I should’ve known that you knew Iida from the way you were talking to yourself.” y/n coughed mid-sip, causing her drink to go down the wrong pipe. Tenya patted her on the back. 

“What were you talking to yourself about?” Was he teasing her?

“Probably that you had a stick up your ass during your time as a class president.” The woman joked. 

“Doesn’t he still?” y/n quipped back. The three laughed as Tenya stuttered to defend himself. 

“I’m Ochaco Uraraka.” She gave a slight bow, “It’s nice to finally meet you. Iida was just telling us all about you and how you grew up together.” 

“I hope only good things,” y/n pinched Tenya’s side, “Remember, I knew you in middle school. I know a lot of embarrassing things about you too.” 

“I wouldn’t dare make fun of you on your birthday. Tomorrow? We’ll see how nice you are to me.” He squeezed her closer to him, his fingertips lightly pressing to her side. 

“I don’t mean to be rude, but I swear I’ve seen you before.” Uraraka scanned her face inquisitively. 

“Well, have you been on the internet? I’ve been quite famous lately.” y/n tried to make light of the current situation. Uraraka just shook her head, inching closer until she was a breath away from y/n’s face. 

“No, no, that’s not it.” She mumbled. 

“I thought the same thing when I first met her!” Midoriya said. Tenya nearly choked on his drink. He realized something before they did. 

“ANYWAYS!” He said far too loudly, “y/n, are you enjoying the party so far-” 

“I got it!” Uraraka snapped her fingers, “You’re the girl from Iida’s pictures!” 

Tenya groaned, hiding his face with his beer can. y/n stared at her, face frozen in time. His grip on her tightened marginally. y/n turned her head to look at him. 

“What pictures?” y/n asked, more towards Tenya than Uraraka. Midoriya’s eyes brightened in recognition. 

“You’re right! Iida only decorated his room with like two things, and one of them was your pictures!” 

“Yes! There was one where you were in the park together as kids. Some selfies of you in front of a school. I’m pretty sure he taped a picture of him as Tuxedo Mask and you as Sailor Moon together too.” 

y/n remembered that day. She begged Tenya to do a matching costume for a Halloween party she was invited to. He didn’t understand why because he was obviously not invited, but y/n cried until he finally agreed. She spent the whole party showing everyone his picture to prove that she was part of a pair. It was brutal. She got made fun of, but she was so happy that she got to do something with her friend. 

Uraraka kept going, entirely unaware that with each description she was slowly killing Tenya. 

“Uraraka,” Tenya pleaded, “Please.” 

This time, Midoriya chimed in. “We used to study in his room all the time. Whenever we asked about you, he would get so cagey. I think the first time Ka-chan saw them he asked if he had a girlfriend. Iida was so flustered he couldn’t finish coherent sentences for hours.”

y/n couldn’t help but double over laughing at the image. Tenya was doing his best to keep hold of her, but her laughter took over everything. Her stomach felt warm, and she couldn’t exactly tell why. Maybe it was a mix of the few sips of alcohol on an empty stomach. But if she was honest with herself, the confirmation that he did miss her as much as she missed him was enough to wash away any leftover insecurity she had about their newly healed relationship. 

She eventually calmed down, straightening back up and wiping a stray tear away from her cheek. Tenya’s face was bright red. He turned his face away from y/n. She could tell that she was hiding behind his glasses. 

“Oh, Tenya, if I knew how much you missed me, I would’ve tried harder to reach out.” 

Still refusing to look at her, Tenya said, “Well, I also could’ve gotten over myself and replied to your texts.” 

y/n patted his chest in comfort. 

“I can’t believe you hid her away from us this whole time!” Uraraka said, pulling y/n towards her. The absence of his touch on her skin felt cold. Even when pulled into a side hug by Uraraka, he held firm on y/n’s fingertips. 

“ALRIGHT NERDS!” Mina shouted from the living room, as chaotic as a hurricane, “Who wants to get this party started with a round of Taboo!” 

Uraraka was already pulling y/n towards the couch, claiming her as part of her team. Obviously, Tenya and Midoriya were the other half of their team. y/n scanned the room looking for Patch. Sinking on the other side of the couch, Tenya leaned into her ear again. 

“Don’t worry, it seems Patch and Kirishima are in their own game in the backyard.” 

Sure enough, y/n could see Patch and Kirishima engaged in an intense beer pong competition behind the screen door leading outside. She leaned into Tenya, lips barely brushing his earlobe. 

“They look good together, don’t they?” she asked. Patch laughed, the bottom of her shirt soaked from Kirishima knocking over one of the beer cups. 

“Definitely an interesting pair.” y/n giggled, lightly slapping his arm. 

A terse “ah-hem” interrupted their moment, reeling Tenya and y/n back in a room full of people. She wasn’t sure who it was, but it came towards the area where y/n could see Momo sip her drink.

Mina went around passing out the cue cards to each team. She grinned tightly at Tenya and y/n. 

“Shaking up your partner choice, aren’t we, Tenya?” Mina asked, her tone lilting suggestively.  He gave her a nervous laugh. 

“You can’t blame a man for wanting to catch up with a childhood friend, can you?” Tenya was talking to Mina, but his eyes were elsewhere. Following his line of sight, she could see he was looking at Momo, who was very subtly glaring at him. y/n couldn’t help but feel territorial. I don’t care about whatever arrangement you made with Tenya. He’s mine for tonight.

y/n scooted closer to him, her leg particularly hanging off of his lap. 

“Doesn’t the Birthday Girl get to pick her teammates?” Mina held out her hands in surrender. 

“Touche.” 

With all of the cards distributed evenly and two teams having been established, they were ready to play. 

“Okay!” Mina announced, “Birthday girl’s team should go first!” 

A chorus of cheer erupted around the room. They moved around the room to better position their team. 

“Perfect! We’re totally going to win this!” Uraraka said. Tenya gestured to the front of the living room. 

“Will you do the honors?” y/n hopped off the couch and stood in front of her team. 

She looked through her selection of cards. This should be easy. She eyed her teammates. “You better get all of these.” 

Uraraka clapped once, getting in a ready position. Apparently, she felt very strongly about Taboo. Momo was on the other team and was tasked with making sure y/n didn’t say illegal words when describing a card. 

“One minute, starting now!” 

“You get sick when going too fast with this thing with an engine,” y/n rapidly said. 

“Car!” Tenya yelled out before anyone else. "Yes!" 

“Tensei used to put too much of this in your ramen as a prank!” 

“Soy Sauce!” Tenya called out again. "Yes!" The card was flipped down again. 

“Mom used to threaten this on me when I would misbehave.” 

“Slippers!” 

For the next minute, Tenya and y/n were playing their own game. Before y/n could even finish her clue, Tenya would immediately get it, not allowing any of their teammates to get a word in. They got every single card without a hiccup. 

The rest of the game played out the same way whenever it was their turn. It was like their minds were connected. Unique clues that only they could give each other. An unstoppable force that was undeniably a well-oiled machine. Momo’s team didn’t stand a chance against them, and y/n couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride knowing that the glare that Momo gave her at the beginning of the game had more heat behind it. Team Birthday Girl had won by a ridiculous margin. 

“Okay,” Kaminari said, pointing between them. “You two have cheated somehow.” 

“What?” y/n asked. 

“How does one cheat at Taboo?” Tenya chimed in. 

“You used clues that only you two could’ve gotten!” 

Tenya adjusted his glasses. "They were perfectly reasonable clues." 

"They were only clues that y/n would understand!" Kaminari argued. 

"Show me in the rules where that is not allowed!" y/n shot back. 

Tenya nodded in agreement; they both leaned towards Kaminari. “It’s not my fault that your team didn’t think to play that way.” 

Kaminari sputtered, unable to respond as he was being ganged up on.

“Yeah!” Uraraka shouted, more drunk than at the beginning of the game. “It’s not our fault that your team sucks!” y/n held out her hand for a high five. Uraraka gave it a good hard slap. 

“Oh come on, does nobody see that this is clearly unfair!” Kaminari cried. 

“Don’t blame us for your poor sportsmanship, Kaminari.” Tenya chastised him. 

The group dissolved into laughter. A few people chimed in with their own complaints and accusations, but after a long debate, it was decided they had not cheated.

The conversation eventually drifted away from the game itself. Groups splintered off naturally, old classmates catching up on years of stories and inside jokes. For once, y/n didn't feel like an outsider listening in. She settled into the couch beside Tenya, content to listen. Some stories felt familiar enough that she could predict exactly how he'd react. Others surprised her completely. She liked getting to see the glimpses. It was as if she was getting pieces of Tenya to finally finish the puzzle. 

A shadow passed in front of us. Momo stood over us, holding two drinks.

"I got you a drink!" She handed one of the cups to Tenya. He accepted it with a grateful smile. 

"Thank you, Momo." 

She naturally settled into the space beside him, completely ignoring the fact that there was very little room left on the couch. 

She started a completely different conversation with Tenya. One that excluded everyone, including y/n. Flashes of a dinner table made a sudden flare of heat encase her chest. Was Momo doing this on purpose? y/n hated how Momo would lean toward him to whisper in his ear, how he would turn to her automatically. y/n felt completely forgotten, despite his arm still circling her waist.

"Honestly," Mina called out from the other couch, "It is soooo cute seeing you two still so attached after all these years." It was obvious who she was talking about. Momo's cheeks flushed. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. 

"You've been doing this whole 'not dating, but absolutely dating, the end of high school." y/n didn't realize how long this had been going on between them. Tenya straightened, parallel to the back of the couch. He snatched his arm off of y/n's waist. 

"Mina, it's not appropriate to talk about this right now." Tenya's eyes rapidly moved back and forth from Mina to y/n. y/n shrank into herself, shoulders slumping, suddenly interested in her almost empty drink. She remembered what Tensei told her. What they had wasn't real. Right? 

Kaminari slapped his knee, foam from his beer slushing out of his bottle. "When are you finally going to call her your girlfriend?" 

Tenya was as still as a statue. Both women stared at him expectantly. They were also waiting for his response. Someone in the background shouted something about wedding invitations. y/n laughed when everyone else did. At least, she hoped she did. She wasn't exactly in her own body right now. Everything felt so distant. The only thing in focus was Tenya, who hadn't moved a muscle since the teasing. His eye twitched behind his glasses. A layer of sweat shone from the edge of his hairline. Another person hooted. 

"Look at him, he's blushing!" This broke Tenya out of his stone posture. 

"I am not blushing." 

"Tell that to your face!" Mina hollered. Kaminari and Mina laughed into each other like a pack of hyenas. 

"Please put us all out of our misery, Momo, and claim your man," Kaminari begged.

Momo covered her face. Tenya looked moments away from spontaneously combusting.

"Well, what do you say?" Momo said, "Care to take me on a real date?" 

Tenya's eyes were impossibly wide. Apparently, he was as shocked at her sudden request as y/n was. His mouth flapped like a fish out of water. Please say something, Tenya. y/n internally pleaded, hoping that he would deny her. 

He took a big gulp of his drink. Finally, Tenya answered. “I’ll think about it.”

Momo’s mouth lifted ever so slightly at the end of her mouth. A smile that felt like she was saying, “I won.” 

Kaminari practically fell off the couch. "That wasn't a no! Progress, people!" 

It felt like someone knocked all of the breath out of her chest. Was Tensei wrong? Was there more to their arrangement than Tensei led her to believe? A dozen explanations immediately ran through her head. Maybe the explanation was simple. There was nothing to deny. Maybe there was something that everyone else saw that y/n didn't. Maybe she'd wanted Tensei to be right because it was easier than facing the alternative. Maybe all those moments she'd spent holding onto had never been what she thought they were. All his little touches, his smiles, his concerns. She had no right to be jealous. At the end of the day, Tenya wasn’t hers to covet. He never had been. They just got back to being friends. Good friends. She had no right to interfere with whatever happened between him and Momo. Especially while there was a very real chance y/n wouldn’t even be in Japan in four months.

Someone suggested Mario Kart, and everyone moved on. Someone stole Kaminari's controller; Mina is yelling about being blue-shelled. y/n was stuck outside of her own body. She needed out. She felt suffocated from being squeezed between Tenya.

“I need a refill!” y/n announced, getting up from the couch. She didn't care how abrupt and loud she sounded. 

“I'll come with you!” Uraraka hurried after her, nearly tripping over her own feet in the process. 

“Maybe you should slow down!” Midoriya suggested. Uraraka gasped like he just slapped her across the face. 

“How dare you say that?”

The moment they reached the kitchen, y/n opened the cooler and focused entirely on finding a new can, anything to keep her hands occupied. Anything to stop thinking. 

“You know, you and Iida make a really good team,” Uraraka said y/n laughed; did they run out of her favorite drink already? 

"Sure, we've been friends since diapers." 

Uraraka snorted. “Sure, friends.” 

Her smile slipped slightly. She finally found her drink and popped open her can. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” y/n asked, picking up Uraraka’s tone. Uraraka poured herself some of the spiked punch. 

“Come on, you'd have to be blind to not see how he looks at you."

y/n immediately shook her head. "I don't know what you're talking about." 

"No?" 

"No." y/n answered a little too quickly. Uraraka looked at her, then burst out laughing. 

"Oh, wow. You really don't see it, do you?" y/n shook her head, refusing to speak. She couldn't let Uraraka's words get to her. 

"There is absolutely nothing significant about how he looks at me." Uraraka just shrugged. 

"Okay," she said sarcastically. y/n frowned. "Why did you say okay like that?" 

Uraraka smiled into her cup, "Because if you genuinely believed that, you wouldn't be trying so hard to convince me." 

Heat crawled up her neck. Uraraka's expression softened. "Is it because of her?" No response. 

"For someone that Tenya says is incredibly smart, you're unbelievably oblivious." 

Uraraka was wrong. She had to be. Because believing that there could be something more meant she had hope, and hope can kill her. She finally got Tenya back; she's not going to lose him again. Even if that meant lying to herself. 

"We're friends."

Uraraka sighed.

"If that's what you need to tell yourself."

The words followed y/n for the rest of the night y/n moved through the party in an out-of-body experience. She watched herself smile, laugh, and converse with people, even if she couldn't tell you what they were talking about. At one point during the night, someone brought out a cake. She vaguely remembered thanking someone - she thinks his name was Sato - for taking the time to make her a birthday cake. Everyone crowded her. The shadows of the candles danced off the frosting. Her eyes focused on nothing as they started singing the Happy Birthday song.

"Make a wish already!" Kirishima shouted.

Esha blinked. She took a deep breath and made a wish. The room exploded into applause. Her wish was forgotten as she watched Tenya and Momo stand shoulder to shoulder. Someone gave him some cake, and they shared a slice. The sight dug under her skin. That was her cake. How dare he feed Momo her cake? y/n swallowed the rancid feeling down. It burned her throat as it settled in her stomach. 

The rest of the evening passed in fragments. By the time people started leaving, y/n felt exhausted. Tenya found her near the front door.

"Want me to drive you home?" 

Esha forced a smile. "Oh. Kirishima and Bakugo already offered."

Tenya peered over her as he watched Bakugo struggle to get Kirishima in the car, who was being egged on by Patch. A flash of disappointment crossed his face. "I see." 

y/n held her arms close to her chest. The imprint of his hand holding her tightly earlier burned on her skin. "Are you ok? Today must've been a hard day for you." Her fingers tightened around her sleeves. 

"Yeah, I'm just tired." 

His eyes scanned her. He couldn't place it, but she felt different tonight. But he didn't want to push it; their friendship was already so fragile. 

"If you're certain." 

"Goodnight, Tenya."

He placed a warm hand on her shoulder. "Good night, y/n." His voice was barely a whisper. 

Hours later, she sat cross-legged on the edge of her bed. The apartment was quiet except for Patch snoring lightly on her bed. She stared at the floor. At twenty-four, she thought she'd have answers. A sense of direction, purpose. But everything felt fucked. Her job was a mess. She brought them into an international lawsuit. She had no sense of joy outside of her job. She only had one friend.

For a moment, she thought she'd at least find a clue on what her purpose was when she moved to Japan. But here she was, sitting on the cold floor feeling emptier than ever. The only thing she was sure of was that she wanted Tenya in her life. But wanting something didn't mean you could have it. The thought sat heavily in her chest. How sad was that? That y/n had nothing but her job, Patch, and Tenya. And someday, it will all come to an end. It always does. Nothing stays forever. 

“Happy birthday to me.” If only she could remember what she wished for. 

<Chapter 17 | Chapter 19 >

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Author's note: A lot has happened since my last posting. My computer broke down. My depression came back. I had no desire to keep writing. I thought nobody really cared about this story. I started feeling like I wasn't actually a good writer, that I had no idea how to build up the romance in this plot. But then recently I read a god-awful romance book that I was hoping would inspire me to keep writing (it was also friends-to-lovers), and I thought to myself, jeez, if someone could get paid to publish this crap, I can finish my fanfic. I also have been working on other fanfics in the MHA world, and hopefully working on multiple different stories will keep my brain refreshed and stuck in the writing mentality. As long as I'm writing, no matter what the media will be, I think I will be fine. I love writing so much; I shouldn't let stupid things like my insecurity stop me from doing something I love.

< Chapter 16 | Chapter 18 >

y/n clenched the strap of her work bag as she stared at the double doors to her office building anxiously. Patch spent an hour giving her a pep talk back in her apartment, reassuring her that her team had her back, but after finding out what had been said about her online, it made her think her friend was full of shit. 

 Patch only gave her back her phone if y/n promised not to look at what they were saying online, but as soon as she got it, she hid under her duvet and scrolled until the sun rose. What professional company would want to work with her after all of THAT? All the online backlash has been so much worse than she thought that it would be, and it didn't help that Double Take was adding fuel to the fire, spouting all kinds of lies about her.

How was she supposed to come back from this? All that hard work that she did to help elevate Tamaki’s reputation was flushed down the toilet, and she had to start from step 1 all over again. That is, if they let her anywhere near Tamaki after all of this. Just the idea made her skin feel cold. 

She squeezed the strap of her work bag one more time, hoping that it would jump-start her moving her legs towards the entrance. As she let out the breath she was holding, someone suddenly placed their hand on her shoulder. y/n jumped so hard she felt like she leapt out of her skin. 

“Wow!” Fatgum ripped his hand away, “Sorry, Pal. Didn’t mean to scare you.” y/n gave him a tight smile. Out of all the people, other than Tamaki, Fatgum was the last person she wanted to see first thing in the morning. 

Fatgum's eyes scanned her up and down. They squinted as they noticed how tired her frame looked. Her shoulders shrugged into themselves, her hair looked limp and dull, and the bags under her eyes were dark and puffy. Despite how long he gave her to rest, she looked like she had already given up. And he couldn’t have that. 

“Are you afraid the doors are going to bite or something?” he joked, trying to lighten the mood to make her feel comfortable. He hovered a hand in the middle of her back to guide her towards the building. “Come on, not a moment to lose!” 

y/n begrudgingly followed him into the building. She physically winced as the bright lights of the reception area welcomed her. The assistant who was stationed at the front desk beamed as she saw her. 

“Welcome back, Miss.y/l/n!” The assistant stood up from her chair and bowed low. “Your presence has been missed.” y/n watched her cautiously. She had walked past her desk many times, and not once had she received such a warm welcome from her before. A quick good morning every once in a while. She glared up at Fatgum. Did he send out a company-wide message or something?

y/n gave her the same tight smile that she gave Fatgum. “Thank you.” Was all y/n able to get out.

The assistant just stared at her with very wide eyes. Fatgum let out a very awkward laugh and guided y/n up the elevator. She let him puppet her around until they reached his office. 

“Take a seat.” Fatgum offered. 

Here we go. Butter her up with a warm welcome so that letting her go won’t hurt so much. 

y/n lowered herself into the chair slowly, hands twisting together in her lap. She had a good run. Better than she ever expected, honestly. She established a good foundation for the next person who will replace her. Sure, she would be leaving them with a mess. But once everything settled down, Tamaki’s reputation would recover without her being attached to it. Still, the thought made her chest ache. Tamaki had been her first real friend after moving here. Maybe that was the problem. 

“y/n,” Fatgum started carefully, leaning forward in his chair, “I want you to know that all the work you’ve done has been more than appreciated.”

The pit in her stomach tightened. “I’ve never seen Tamaki warm up to someone as quickly as he did with you.” 

She tried her best to ignore the burn in her throat. Maybe that’s what got them in this situation in the first place.  

“And with everything going on,” Fatgum continued, “I honestly couldn’t think of anyone better to help Tamaki through this-”

“Wait!” The office door slammed open. 

Tamaki stumbled into the room so quickly that he nearly lost his footing. His chest heaved for breath beneath his hero uniform, hair damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead like he had sprinted the entire way there straight from patrol. 

“You can’t fire y/n!” y/n stared at him wide-eyed. Tamaki never burst into rooms, and he most definitely never yelled. 

“Tamaki, this isn't-” Fatgum tried. 

“No, you don’t understand!” He cut him off, louder this time. Fatgum blinked. Tamaki pointed wildly between the two of them, words tumbling out faster than y/n had ever heard him speak. 

“Those rumors about us are absolutely ridiculous, and you know that. You know y/n, Fatgum!” His voice cracked slightly, “ You know how hardworking she is. How kind she is! She has never once been anything except professional with me!” 

y/n’s eyes widened further with every word. 

 That photo was taken out of context,” Tamaki was breathless, “and I refuse to let a gesture of goodwill be interpreted as anything other than a friend helping their friend come down from a panic attack. If you are going to believe some second-rate hero desperate for attention over everything y/n has done for this agency,” he swallowed, “Then you’re wrong, sir.” 

Fatgum stared. Tamaki’s hands shook at his side, but he stood his ground anyway. 

“And if y/n leaves,” he said firmly, “I’m leaving too.” 

y/n could only blink up at him, mouth slightly parted in shock. Tamaki admired Fatgum more than anyone (Well, except for Lemillion). In all the time that she knew him, she’d never once seen him openly challenge his old mentor like this. Fatgum looked equally surprised. Then, slowly, a prideful smile softened across his face. 

“Oh, I-”

“And another thing-” “Tamaki-” 

“You know that this is unfair-”

“I AGREE WITH YOU!”  

Tamaki stopped mid-rant. Fatgum’s words echoed through his office. Fatgum had half-risen from his chair, one hand held out as if he were trying to calm a very distressed cat. 

“I agree with you.” He repeated, more calm this time. 

 “Oh.” Tamaki awkwardly sat down in the chair beside y/n. “Continue,” he mumbled. 

Fatgum let out a tired laugh, dropping back into his seat, “Jeez, kid. If I knew you felt this strongly, I would’ve had this conversation much sooner.” 

Tamaki sheepishly looked down; all of his fire drained out quickly. His shoulders curled inward as embarrassment finally caught up to him. Fatgum shook his head fondly before looking back at y/n. 

“Now,” he said, gentler this time. “As I was trying to say. Nobody in this agency believes in Double Take.” 

y/n felt the air suck out of her lungs. Fatgum leaned back in his chair with a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“The legal team’s already handling the situation. We’re collecting a paper trail of your communications with Tamaki. And your friend offered to get some character statements of your work ethic at your old agency. We’re working day and night to get enough evidence to build a strong lawsuit against him.” 

Tamaki visibly relaxed beside her, but y/n tensed up. 

“What? You’re suing him?” She asked, “Sir, I don’t think this is that serious. Can’t I just make another statement?” 

Fatgum shook his head. “What Double Take did was more than just petty gossip. He harassed one of my people, and no one is allowed to do that without consequences.” 

“But he’s just making up lies. Surely that’s not enough to sue him? And you’re taking this lawsuit internationally. I don’t want to cause more trouble for the agency.” 

Fatgum grasped y/n’s shaking hands. 

“Harassment and defamation alone would be enough to take him to court. But he took it further than just making up words. He’s been doctoring prior conversations that he had with you, editing photos, and encouraging people to harass you online. Some of them have even threatened you. Unfounded threats or not, we can’t let him get away with that.” 

y/n is grateful that she didn’t encounter any of that when she went on a bender last night. But it just means there is enough hate for her that it filtered out the fake evidence that he has created. Something in her loosened, though. Someone believed her and was actually taking her seriously. 

“And as for all those rumors about you two?” Fatgum waved a hand dismissively, “Anyone with eyes can tell that this kid would do anything for you, but not once have either of you crossed a professional boundary. You have nothing to worry about. You’re not being reassigned, and you are certainly not being fired.” Fatgum gave her a soft, reassuring smile. “If I threw away every good person for being the subject of hate online, I wouldn’t even have a job.” 

A weak laugh escaped her, and tears that were tittering on the edge fell.

“However,” Fatgum added, pointing a finger towards her, “I am officially ordering you to stop trying to do everything by yourself.” 

Her smile faltered. “Sir, while I appreciate that, I have already divided everyone’s attention away from their regular work. I don’t want more people to rearrange because of me.” 

 “I know when you first introduced yourself, you said that you were here to just support me. But that doesn’t have to be true. We can work together. We can be a team. You will be there for me when I have my panic attacks, and I will be there for you when you need to go to bed at a reasonable hour.” Tamaki reassured. 

She wasn’t sure how to work in a team. She had never really had to, outside of the forced group projects that she had to do in college. And even then, she did most of the work while everyone else took the credit. Just the idea of someone else helping her clean up her mess made her skin crawl. But as she looked at the two men in the room, she thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to ask for help.

 They looked at her, faces waiting for an answer. She just gave them a small nod. It was the most she could give them without letting go of the major flood she was holding back. 

Fatgum gave her a nod back and stood from his chair with a grunt. 

“Now that we’ve got all of that figured out. Since nobody’s getting fired or leaving today, we’ve still got work to do.” 

Tamaki shook his head in protest, “Work? We can’t just throw work at her again.” 

“Of course, we’re not going to overwhelm her with work. She does that just fine by herself. She doesn't need anyone’s help with that department.” He gave her a cheeky wink. “But we must keep moving. Moving forward is the best way to handle this.” 

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y/n didn’t think that she could just move on. But the rest of the office seemed to have. People greeted her like it was just a normal day. And somehow, y/n found the energy to keep going.

She spent most of the afternoon answering her emails. Being gone for so long, it felt like a herculean task to catch up with everything, especially when most of the emails were regarding the incident. Fatgum assigned the same assistant who was at the front desk to help her answer the emails that didn’t need too much detail. With her help, she was able to put out the tiny fires that she had to put out. 

When she found a moment to breathe, she observed the assistant. She was a cute little thing. Young, with a nerdy, mousey vibe. The assistant’s glasses fell off her nose, and she pushed them up quickly, her tongue sticking out to keep focus.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I ever got your name?” y/n said, wanting to get to know this assistant more, especially if Fatgum is going to keep assigning her to help y/n with her workload. The assistant looked up at her, bewildered that y/n was even addressing her. 

“Me?” Her voice was so innocent.

y/n bit back her amused smile. “I don’t see anyone else in this office. Unless I just suddenly forgot my own name?” 

She looked down at her keyboard, shyly and quietly gave her name. y/n had to lean it to hear her. 

“But most people just call me Taro.” She offered.

y/n tilted her head. “Why would they call you that?”

She could see the blush spread throughout her whole face. “Umm, do you know who Hamtaro is?”

y/n had to think about it for a moment, but she remembered where she heard that name. 

“You mean that little mouse thing that is sold in the convenience stores?” Taro gave her a small nod. 

“I collect Hamtaros. And I guess people say I kind of look like him, so they call me Taro for short.”

y/n’s eyes immediately caught at the cute phone charm sticking out of Taro’s pocket, and she could see the resemblance. It's in her big, sparkling eyes. 

“Would you like me to call you Taro?” She asked, not wanting to accidentally offend the girl.

She enthusiastically nodded. “I would be honored.” 

Between the two of them, they were able to get through her mountain of emails by the end of the day. And even though y/n wanted to do more than just answer emails, Fatgum was firm that that was the only thing she was allowed to work on today. 

“If I even so much see you look at the stairs to the legal department, I will drive you home myself.” 

At exactly 5 pm, she decided to leave her office and check on Tamaki. He was in the kitchenette (he is just full of surprises today) with a familiar blond towering over him. 

“I can’t believe you yelled at Fatgum!” The man gasped, “I am proud of you. You’ve really come out of your shell.” 

“I thought I was going to throw up,” Tamaki weakly admitted. She could see the green under his skin. 

“You still did it!” 

y/n turned her head when she heard the ding of the elevator. Patch walked out. 

“What are you doing here?” y/n asked as she met her at the closing doors. Patch wiggled her phone in the air. 

“I’m here to rescue your ass, obvi.” She said matter-of-factly. “I’ve been with Legal all day, giving them everything I have on that sorry piece of shit. I’m going to make sure to bury him with all of this incriminating evidence.” 

y/n immediately reached for the phone. “What do you even have?” 

Patch pulled it away and pressed a finger to her lips. “Secret. You’re not allowed to know. We can’t stress out your pretty little head any more today, can we?” 

“Are you y/n?” The voice came from behind her. 

y/n turned to face him. If she had to crane her neck to talk to Tenya, she would have to snap her neck in half to even attempt to meet this man’s eyes. Patch let out a low whistle behind her, muttering something wildly inappropriate that y/n prayed he didn’t understand. If he did, he certainly did not pay attention to her. Instead, he simply smiled down at y/n, bright and warm enough to rival the sun itself. 

“You must be Mirio.” She guessed. 

Somehow, his smile got wider.  “Wow, good guess. I’ve been told you have a way with people. You must have if you were able to get this one to speak in front of a camera.” He jabbed a thumb at Tamaki. 

y/n waved a hand dismissively. “That’s nothing special. It’s not like I can grow wings like Tamaki, or go through walls like you.” 

“Oh, you think this is special?”

Before she could answer, Mirio instantly sank straight through the floor and popped up behind her. 

“I can’t even do this without losing my clothes.” y/n turned around before he could finish his sentence, and immediately slapped her hands on her eyes. 

“Don’t worry!” He assured her cheerfully,  “I wear special underwear now, so I am not completely naked. You should’ve seen me in high school.” 

“I’m seeing you right now,” Patch shamelessly got an eyeful. Tamaki stretched a long octopus arm to cover his friend.

“I told you that it is not as funny as you think it is.” Tamaki reminded him, exasperated. 

Mirio let out a hearty laugh. “I got her to smile, though, and that’s a win in my book.” 

Annoyingly enough, he was right. It is impossible not to find him amusing. Maybe it was because he would make himself look foolish just to make someone else feel less awkward. Thankfully, his clothes were in a pile from where he was standing, so he was able to quickly get changed again. 

“I just needed to meet the famous y/n!” Mirio struggled to put his leg through his jeans. “Any friend of Tamaki’s is a friend of mine. Plus, I just had to thank you for everything you’ve done for him so far. I especially love the plushes you made of him. Now my plush has his own best friend.” 

Tamaki’s face has been the same shade of beet red for a minute now. 

“Well, you’ve met me,” y/n said. 

 And what an eventful meeting it has been. A few hours ago, she thought she was about to lose her job and be shipped back to America. Now she was standing in the Kitchenette with her best friend, Tamaki, and a half-naked number 1 hero of Japan. Can you get whiplash from fast-changing events? y/n sure felt like she did. 

“Well, a couple of our old friends from high school are going to meet up at Fatgum’s house. It’s actually why I’m here. Nejire told me if I don’t drag Tamaki there, she’d destroy all my special clothes.” He paused thoughtfully, “And after today, we all know that would be a problem.” 

“I don’t see a problem with that, do you?” Patch whispered in y/n’s ear. y/n shoved her away with a laugh. 

“You should come with us! It will be fun. Everyone is so curious about who you are.” Mirio offered. 

“I would love that, but it’s been a long day.”

Tamaki shook his head. “If I must go, then you need to come too,” Tamaki stated.

  y/n’s mouth hung open. “What is that supposed to mean?” She asked. 

 He shrugged. “We’re a team now.” He simply pointed out.

 Mirio nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly! Back when we were the Big 3, Tamaki had to go everywhere with us, regardless of whether he wanted to or not. You can’t leave any team members behind. That’s just how teams work.” 

“That sounds incredibly made up,” y/n muttered. 

“It’s not.” Mirio insisted. 

y/n let out a sigh. She had a feeling that she wasn’t going to be able to talk her way out of this, especially with the way that Patch was nudging her ribs. She flung up her arms in defeat.

“Why not!” she declared, “Sounds like fun.”

______________________

By the time they arrived at Fatgum’s house, y/n was already regretting agreeing. Not because she didn’t want to spend time with strangers, although that did play a big role in things. It was because standing in front of the front yard, tucked away in a quiet neighborhood, made her suddenly, painfully aware she had no idea what she was walking into. 

Warm light spilled from the windows, music drifted faintly through the front door, along with bursts of laughter enough to be heard from the outside.

Tamaki stood beside her awkwardly, “Don’t worry. They’ll like you. It’s hard not to.” 

They walked through the yard and up the stairs to the front door. Suddenly, the lights behind the door went out, and she could hear shuffling from the inside. Someone shushes another person as the music cuts out. She looked back at the house number beside the lamp. They had the right address, right? 

Before she could question it further, the door was flung open, the lights flicked on, and every single person inside screamed, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!” 

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[fandomarchive00]

Always Be My Hero Masterlist

When Tenya and y/n were six years old, they were inseparable. Their moms were best friends at U.A and they just loved setting up little play dates with their children. Tenya would play the big and brave hero who would come and save the scared y/n. Don't tell them, but they often teased them about being a good-looking couple. The children never understood it, didn't they know it was super important hero training for Tenya?

A year later, the play dates had to end, as y/n and her family were moving to the States. They promised to stay in touch until Tenya got the news that his brother, Tensei, was paralyzed by a villain named Stain. And although he had unnamed feelings for his childhood friend, it was more important for him to focus on his journey to becoming a hero. And y/n knew that. So they grew apart.

Until eight years later, when y/n gets a job as the project manager for Suneater, a Pro-hero at Fatgum's agency, bringing her back to Japan. Unsure how she would feel seeing Tenya again after all these years, she attempts to reject Kirishima's invitation to after work bar visits. Will she be successful in avoiding him? Or will her heart break when she realizes they are completely different people?

Also read on Ao3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Author's Note: Hiiiiii! Thank you for clicking on my story. :) I am a little frustrated with myself b/c I was inspired to write this from a song that randomly shuffled on my Spotify, and now I can't remember which one it was! If I remember it, I will go back and add it to the story summary or something.

Please let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist for future updates. Or you can subscribed to the "Always Be My Hero" on Ao3.

Taglist: @jujudadrippyomega31 @charityjoy22 @vynn01 @callmelovergirl

[fandomarchive00]

Always Be My Hero Masterlist

When Tenya and y/n were six years old, they were inseparable. Their moms were best friends at U.A and they just loved setting up little play dates with their children. Tenya would play the big and brave hero who would come and save the scared y/n. Don't tell them, but they often teased them about being a good-looking couple. The children never understood it, didn't they know it was super important hero training for Tenya?

A year later, the play dates had to end, as y/n and her family were moving to the States. They promised to stay in touch until Tenya got the news that his brother, Tensei, was paralyzed by a villain named Stain. And although he had unnamed feelings for his childhood friend, it was more important for him to focus on his journey to becoming a hero. And y/n knew that. So they grew apart.

Until eight years later, when y/n gets a job as the project manager for Suneater, a Pro-hero at Fatgum's agency, bringing her back to Japan. Unsure how she would feel seeing Tenya again after all these years, she attempts to reject Kirishima's invitation to after work bar visits. Will she be successful in avoiding him? Or will her heart break when she realizes they are completely different people?

Also read on Ao3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Author's Note: Hiiiiii! Thank you for clicking on my story. :) I am a little frustrated with myself b/c I was inspired to write this from a song that randomly shuffled on my Spotify, and now I can't remember which one it was! If I remember it, I will go back and add it to the story summary or something.

Please let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist for future updates. Or you can subscribed to the "Always Be My Hero" on Ao3.

Taglist: @jujudadrippyomega31 @charityjoy22 @vynn01 @callmelovergirl

[angelshadowsinger]

Illyrian Mating Season

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Azriel x f!reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 9.3k

𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲: smut

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬:

mutual pining, friends to lovers, az is in heat, tiniest bitta gore, mating bond, heavy on the creampie, FITA, breeding kink, & cum play

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

Trouble finds you when your Illyrian friends are away, and just as you’re about to meet your fate, the shadowsinger comes to save you. But now you have an entirely new issue at hand— he’s near-feral and in the peak of his heat, and you’ve both reached your breaking point.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞:

I don’t… have any words to explain myself. Do Illyrians have a mating season? Not that we know of. Does Az have a breeding kink? SJM hasn’t explicitly said anything, but…  I’d like to imagine so, yes. At least, in this fic, I sure know he does ;)

･ ゜゜・．｡ ･ ゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･．｡ ･ ゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･

ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ: ʙʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ꜱɪᴘʜᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴇʀᴛɪꜰʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ 18 ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴏʀ. ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ.

･ ゜゜・．｡ ･ ゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･．｡ ･ ゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･

‘...Warm liquid splattered across the side of your face.

A sickening thud sounded before you and a gust of air and dirt washed over your trembling form. You held your breath, your arms still up in defense. 

Another second passed before you slowly chanced a look… only to find a tall, winged figure looming over you, deathly silent. You could see the violent glint in his eyes even from your position on the ground, the sapphire of his siphons shimmering in the moonlight. They only reflected the light from the sky, not from the use of his power—  no, he hadn’t needed to tap into that imposing, law-defying reserve— not in order to rip the ulf’s head clean off its shoulders; his brute strength had been enough for that…’

– - – - – - – - –

Four long days had passed since the Illyrians had left for the harsh mountains of their native lands, and in their absence, a quiet unease had settled into the House of Wind. 

Family dinners had initially been amusing— with Nyx thoroughly enjoying the undivided attention of all who stayed behind. But the house still felt too empty without the three males’ presence— perhaps one in particular, for you. Ultimately, you’d dismissed yourself to the quaint little cottage you kept at the edge of Velaris in attempt to escape the longing that lurked in your heart, and the void left by the absence of a certain hazel-eyed male. 

The place was stationed on a hill atop a sleepy meadow, a stone wall curbing the property and the twinkling lights of the city on the horizon on one side, the other a breathtaking view of the sea. You liked to come here for reprieve every now and then— a haven from the bustling city and the busybodies that were your friends. It had been quite some time since you last visited; your friendship with the Night Court’s “Inner Circle” had grown stronger than ever lately, and as the newest addition to their little group as in-house healer, you found yourself rarely leaving the residences they often frequented.

The cottage was just as you’d left it, if not a bit overgrown; the grasses and various plants from your garden climbing over the trellises and fences, leaves spread wide and stems heavy with luscious crops. A little slice of peace; the perfect place for your solitude.

The only person you had ever brought here was Azriel.

You had been in the heart of the city with him, in search of presents for Starfall many months in advance. You’d told the Spymaster that you had to stop somewhere else before returning to the House of Wind. You insisted that you’d manage yourself, that he didn’t need to accompany you. But he was equally as firm in joining you on the errand– finally resorting to mention the thousands of stairs that you’d have to face if you split ways. 

So, he came along with you to your humble home, quiet and observant as you guided him down the winding cobble path, through the garden, and inside the quaint walls. He had given few words of acknowledgement, but he did seem satisfied to gather another scrap of information about you, for you’d caught him examining the framed art and dried flowers that adorned the walls, even going so far as to peek into your ceramic cookie jar when he thought you were busy in the other room. That night you’d hidden your small smile as he tucked you into his chest and shot into the sky, content that he found your residence intriguing. 

Azriel– the male that plagued your thoughts, the elusive shadowsinger. He who was content to observe instead of join the conversation, the one who was absent half of the time as his spymaster duties so often kept him busy. Always you noticed his presence when he had the time to entertain a social gathering, always you would meander over to his side to greet him. And always would he return the gesture, saying hello with a soft smile and kindness in his warm, hazel eyes. It was a look you cherished; one that sent butterflies fumbling in your stomach and warmth trickling into your cheeks. A look that you hoped was reserved just for you.

It was only natural you had grown feelings for him. How could you not? He was the kindest, most intelligent, and by far downright sexiest male you’d ever grown close to. Even his scent of cool cedar, of a needled forest just revitalized by heavy rain drove you wild, your crush in the male was irrefutable. And by Gods, when he stood next to you. He completely towered over you, those massive wings high and proud behind his strong back. Any interaction with him always reminded you that he was in exquisite shape, too… and that he would be perfectly capable of both protecting you and having his absolute way with you at any moment he so wished. 

Unfortunately, such enamor for the male only made his current absence harder to withstand. Especially under such circumstances. 

Your thoughts constantly wandered to him, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was with someone right now— how many he had already taken in just the short time he and his brothers had been away. All because it was Illyrian mating season; a rare event that occurred only once every three hundred years or so, when for one week, hormones would rage in all sexes of the warrior race and the camps would inevitably become— as Mor had so eloquently put it— an all-out fuckfest.

The very camps the trio had flown off to just days ago.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and pointed your attention back to the meager meal you were making. Your stomach was painfully empty, but the idea of eating was completely lackluster, even as you sliced the plump tomatoes you had gathered on your way in with careful precision. Hunger had evaded you recently, with the queasiness that took hold of you at the notion of your beloved’s cock balls-deep inside of another. 

You knew you didn’t really have the right to feel such things… Azriel had never explicitly said or done anything to suggest he desired you, and you liked to think you kept your crush a secret which only you were privy to. But he was, after all, the spymaster of the court; a centuries-old being— it was certainly possible that he was indeed aware of your feelings and simply did not return them. 

Nonetheless, you hoped that he felt some similar sentiment for you– there were times when it would be just the two of you that stayed up after everyone else retired for the night, full of smirks and jokes and undivided attention. Times when you would wear something tight and sleek, and you swore you could feel his eyes burning into your curves… only to find them elsewhere when you turned to face him. And all the times he would take you as his sparring partner during the training that he insisted you take under his instruction, when he would best you and hold you there for a moment, the tip of his blade or his fist just brushing you, hazel hues locked to your gaze. 

But that was all conjecture. He hadn’t once done anything beyond that for you to think his rare lingering touches and stares truly meant anything. And then, there were always rumors that he had his fair share of lovers. But that wasn’t surprising— he was one of the most handsome males in Prythian, and a powerful, mysterious one at that. It was to be expected that various fae threw themselves at his feet, legs spread and ready for the taking.

Frustration hit the bottom of your barren stomach, and you sighed as you grabbed a knife from the wooden block on the counter. You made your way to the garden at the back of the cottage to collect some extra herbs. Surely some food could help your spirits lift from the gloom they’d settled into, so long as you were able to force yourself to chew and swallow. You tried your best to rid your thoughts of the shadowsinger as you pushed the door open and wandered into the yard. 

A few sconces were lit around the perimeter of the home, a lonely lamp post flickering at the end of the stone path that wound through the garden. A cluster of spindly trees loomed further on in the distance, their murky shadows nearly blending with the otherwise dark night sky. You hadn’t realized it had gotten so late; stars shone through the clouds above, their light barely reaching the moist blades of grass that tickled your bare feet. You took a second to admire their blazing brilliance; even just a short distance from the city, their dazzling glow seemed brighter. 

Finally finding the plant you had been searching for, you crouched down and rubbed your fingers on the leaves, its earthy scent releasing into the air. You took a deep breath of it, savoring the pleasant, spicy aroma… until your eyes opened wide and you froze, limbs going stiff. 

That smell… it was of rotten flesh and matted fur. It was… 

A twig snapped behind you, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up straight. Fear shot down your throat to form a tight ball in your gut, your fingers tightly gripping the puny paring knife that would be your only weapon to defend yourself. 

The ulf lunged forward at the same moment you whirled around, the tip of your knife now raised as you struck across where you hoped its throat would be. 

But an emaciated, leathery arm was outstretched there, and it let out a terrible cry as you plunged the blade into the limb. Almost instantly it had struck you with its other hand, sending you flying into the cottage wall. 

Your breath whooshed out of you as you collided with the rough stone bricks, your ears ringing as your skull smacked into the arm you threw up to take the brunt of the blow. Your vision shook as you sat there stunned, the doubled image of the furry beast before you merging into one just as it lept toward you. 

You rolled forward, tucking out of range from the assault, narrowly missing its gnarled teeth, canines glinting in the starlight.

Just as you got your feet under you and you braced your legs to shoot up into a run, its wretched claws sank into your exposed ankle. 

Your scream pierced the silence of the empty meadow, pain racing up your leg as the terrifying creature dragged you toward it, digging deep enough to scrape bone. 

Tears flooded your vision but you forced them away, focusing all your strength into a kick across the creature's muzzle, and a second one straight  to the neck. The impact summoned a garbled wheeze from the ulf, and it released you as it stumbled back in recoil. 

You scooted back on the grass, shaking and one hand covering your fresh wound, the other reaching out blindly behind you in search of whatever you could use— something you could throw at it, stab it— anything. Your blood began to spill onto the dirt beneath you, a dark trail smearing the grass as you kept moving backward. With it was the fragile hope of defeating the beast, as though all the grueling hours of training were leaking out of you along with the scarlet. 

Your wide, fear-filled eyes would not leave the terrifying beast, tracking its every movement. You took in its horrifying face, its filthy lip that curled back at you and those wicked eyes that locked onto you as it regained its bearings. 

Your brain screamed into your subconscious, a desperate plea that would reach no one. Help! Please, oh Gods, help me! 

There was nothing you could use to defend yourself— your tiny knife was still lodged in its flesh, and the only thing you’d managed to grab from behind you was an unripe carrot from the soil. The ulf seemed to realize it had you, for it sat back on its gnarled haunches and pounced for you. 

This was it.

You closed your eyes, a whimper leaving you as you braced for impact, wishing for a quick and painless death.

A high-pitched whine. And a horrible ripping sound. 

Warm liquid splattered across the side of your face.

A sickening thud sounded before you and a gust of air and dirt washed over your trembling form. You held your breath, your arms still up in defense.  

Another second passed before you slowly chanced a look… only to find a tall, winged figure looming over you, deathly silent. You could see the violent glint in his eyes even from your position on the ground, the sapphire glow of his siphons shimmering in the moonlight. They only reflected the light from the sky, not from the use of his power—  no, he hadn’t needed to tap into that imposing, law-defying reserve— not in order to rip the ulf’s head clean off its shoulders; his brute strength had been enough for that. The rest of the beast’s decapitated body was slumped on the soil just a foot away from you, black blood oozing into a pool that slowly crept outward. 

You still hadn’t taken a breath as your gaze flicked back up the male before you— only to then realize he was shirtless. The ridges of his muscles stood out in contrast between shadows and starlight and he stared down at you, practically fuming where he stood, icy rage billowing down broad shoulders. His toned torso glittered with sweat, dark whorls of ink dancing across tan, firm skin. You wondered what he had been doing in order to glisten with exertion like so; he had killed the ulf with such ease that certainly the perspiration couldn’t have been from that. 

The cool caress of shadows at your ankle managed to pull your attention, sparing a glance at the tendrils that fussed over the scarlet trickling through your digits. They wiggled beneath your fingers and you gasped as they turned colder, binding around your skin. A soothing calm seeped through the limb, and you finally dared to breathe again. 

Azriel still had yet to say a word, observing as you slowly shifted to sit on your knees, unsheathing the kitchen knife from the ulf’s corpse. He seemed fine, almost– perhaps if you didn’t know him so well, he could’ve gotten away with such a judgment. But you could see how his hands were clenched into pale-knuckled fists, see that his breath was forced, coming out in clipped, ragged pants. The male was as stiff as a board, braced as though he was ready for flight or fight. 

You’d never witnessed an Illyrian during their mating season– not many had. It was a sacred event that the race liked to keep to themselves, cooped up in their camps and locked away, not to be disturbed. Amren had told you of an elders’ tale that claimed that once, an army had tried to attack an Illyrian settlement during the season, thinking the warriors would be vulnerable… only to find that the winged race was tenfold more vicious and bloodthirsty, and had decimated the offenders with abhorrent devastation, leaving no survivors before returning to their ritual. It was said the race was only capable of two things during the season: fighting and fucking.  

Now as you examined the male, you could imagine the fable holding some truth. 

The shadowsinger was visibly pumped– even in the dark, you could tell that his muscles were bigger, making his already-impressive frame even more intimidating. Pure power and testosterone pulsed off of him, weighing down the air with cedar musk. The silhouette of his massive wings loomed behind his shoulders, making him appear even larger as you studied him from below. To any other, it would be a terrifying view to behold. But all you felt was security; absolute safety in his presence. 

“Are you alright?” Azriel finally rumbled. His voice was deep, gravely as if he’d just woken up. Maybe it was another physical side effect of his current predicament. 

You pushed yourself up from the ground and stood on fawn legs. “I think so..,” you said, taking a tentative step. 

It took that full step for you to realize that the shadow tourniquet only numbed your pain— it did nothing to heal your wound. You whimpered and tumbled forward, mortification flooding your cheeks as soon as you began your descent. 

But you never touched the grass. 

In an instant, Azriel’s corded arms were wrapped around you, and you were pulled snug into his chest. You gasped at the same time he groaned, his skin a thousand degrees where it touched yours. Heat burst in your cheeks at the sound, your eyes going wide.

Not a second passed before you were off of him, his hands planted firmly at your arms’ side, thrusting you as far away from himself as possible. His head hung down toward the ground, silky locks falling into soft waves that shielded his face from you. You noted the way he panted, fingers like steel digging into your skin.

“Um… are you alright, Az?” you asked, observing the tremble that reverberated throughout his tense body. 

Something akin to a growl tumbled out of him.

“I’m fine,” he replied, voice clipped and his eyes still fixed on the grass at his feet. 

Maybe it was stupid to be toeing the line with him when he was in such a state… but you couldn’t help it. He had saved you from a nasty fate, he had come for you even when he was under such stress, when he was so far away. You weren’t quite sure how he knew you were in danger when he was so very far away in the Illyrian mountains— though you had an inkling. If maybe somehow… perhaps the two of you were… 

You swallowed. 

Reaching for him, your fingers stretched out before they met his stubbled jaw. The male stilled, unable to fight himself and pull away. His shaky exhale washed over your exposed collar, something stirring low in your stomach. 

“I can’t be here,” Azriel said, his voice hard yet soft somehow. His eyes flickered toward your lips before he scrunched them closed, his form taut and coiled, like a snake ready to strike.

His statement made your heart deflate, your hand falling to your side. You crossed your arm over your middle, rubbing your forearm awkwardly. “Right, I… I’m sorry for interrupting you, you must’ve been…” you gulped, “… busy.” 

Hazel flew up to meet your gaze but you wouldn’t look at him. Instead he took in the way your brow was slightly furrowed, a ghost of a pout on your pretty, pink lips. 

“I wasn’t …” he paused, tongue parting his mouth. “Don’t apologize. I’ll always come for you,” the male vowed, fixing you with his intense stare. 

Butterflies swarmed your stomach at his promise, your cheeks fuzzy with sudden emotion. Wordlessly Azriel closed the distance between you and you froze, wide eyes locked on his close face. And then your feet were swept out from under you and your body was secure in Azriel’s embrace, your head snug against his naked chest. 

You didn’t miss the low inhale from the male, your heart racing at his attempt to subtly take in your scent. Your core throbbed and you blushed at the intensity of your body’s response to his. Never had you been up against his bare chest like this… the proximity made you dizzy, your fingers tingling with the urge to explore every inch of him. His skin was so warm– or maybe that was yours, feeling hot wherever you directly touched him. And whose heartbeat was thumping like crazy up against your chest? 

Azriel stalked his way inside your home, feet heavy and strides rushed, but careful not to hit you on the doorway. His wings tucked in as he entered the kitchen, and you swallowed at his large silhouette. His head was only a short distance from the ceiling, the apex of his wings nearly dragging against the plaster. 

“Did you get… taller?” you peeped up as he gently deposited you on the edge of the sturdy wooden table in the middle of your kitchen, large, scarred hands making sure you were balanced before they drew back. 

Shadows slithered off into all directions, melting into the darkness of your dimly lit home. You watched them disappear before you looked at the male once again, only to find his gaze already trained on you. 

“Yes,” was his curt reply, hazel tearing off of you as shadows supplied the first aid kit from beneath your bathroom sink cabinet into his waiting hands. 

“Oh,” was all you could muster, not quite sure what to make of that. 

Your eyes followed long, agile fingers as he opened the kit, rifling through the gauze and bandages. He wordlessly handed you one of the little vials of tonic that would help with the pain and speed up the healing process. Popping the little cork off the bottle, you tipped your head back and gulped down its bitter contents without protest. 

Azriel was silent save for his burning gaze and heavy breathing. Even if you couldn’t hear his labored breaths, you could see he was somewhat off by the way his firm chest muscles heaved. 

“It’s because of the season,” he explained, voice rough. His wings shuddered and then let loose a brief shake— the claws that lined each joint flexing inward. You shivered as you studied them, imagining the talons would slice through flesh like water, the hooked tips glinting with the promise of pain. 

You had to admit, there was something remarkable about just how deadly the male before you truly was… and even more so in his current state. Your eyes wandered to his lean forearms when he uncapped a metal tin of salve, mesmerized by the way his veins bulged with the smallest exertion.

What else could those fingers do? 

Your tongue poked out to wet the seam of your lips, just at the same time you turned to look at him. Hazel was ablaze and focused entirely on you, the corner of his eye twitching as his hands turned to fists. 

“Don’t,” he warned, tone hard and unwavering. 

You swallowed, wincing as he smeared the paste onto your oozing gash. A rough thumb smoothed over the adjacent skin as if to apologize for the fleeting pain, skilled hands wrapping your ankle in bandages with practiced precision. 

“Don’t what?” you asked, your voice not sounding your own. The overwhelming terror that had filled you just minutes ago was completely dissipated now; washed away and drowned under fresh waves of desire. 

Azriel ripped the gauze from the roll with ease, taking care not to pull too tight as he finished the job with a little bow. The male shook his head, trying to clear the lustful fog that permeated the usual disciplined walls he threw up whenever he was around you. 

“If you’re okay now, I have to leave,” he said through clenched teeth, each second spent in your presence making his fight all the harder. There was no venom in his voice— but it was hard, and heavy. His words seemed empty– his body remaining still before you, a scarred hand lingering on your leg.

“Can you stay? Please?” you said, tilting your chin up so you could look him in the eye, giving him your best attempt at demurity. Normally you would never be so bold, but this was far from usual circumstances. 

Azriel flashed his teeth at you in what could’ve intended to be a grin, but it came off as more of a grimace, shaking his head. He removed his hand from you, retreating a step. Shadows slowly gathered toward him, and panic flashed in your chest. 

“I can’t,” is all he replied with, darkness melting into the edge of his silhouette.

“Why?” Your spine went straight, pushing yourself up to sit upright and face him fully. “Is there… someone waiting for you?” You wanted so badly to sound strong, accusatory… but it only came out as hurt, your words soft. 

“No,” he denied instantly, some unknown emotion making his wings flap with indignation behind him, making scrolls scatter around the room, tiny herb jars rattling at the force. Neither of you paid them any mind. “There’s no one. I can’t—” he huffed, turning his face to the side, eyes falling to the floor. He continued, his voice low, “I’ve been alone this season.”

Relief exploded through your body, warmth blooming at his admission. He hadn’t been with anyone else? Worry quickly weaved its way into your heart— why hadn’t he been acting on his instincts? He’d been fighting his desires for the last four days? Wouldn't refraining from… fulfilling his urges have repercussions? 

You frowned, taking in the sight of the male before you. He was clearly a divine specimen– there was no way that the other Illyrians simply didn’t want him. And wasn’t he supposed to be filled with an insatiable lust right now; a hunger, a need to fuck anyone who so much as looked at him? You thought harder about what you knew of the season, about the little scraps of knowledge you had discovered deep in the library catalogs. 

During mating season, Illyrians are filled with an immutable need to procreate, to extend a lineage with as many partners as possible. Hormones skyrocket within the race and their thirst can only be calmed through physical exertion. Some activities may provide relief, such as violence or self-stimulation, but ultimately, the urge may only be temporarily quelled by sexual intercourse. The only circumstance an Illyrian may abstain from such primal needs is through the recognition of the mating bond. Only through such unparalleled devotion may an Illyrian remain loyal during the mating season, either choosing to spend their rut in solely their mating bed, or in extremely rare cases, solitude.

Your heart felt funny, your stomach flying up into your throat. Wasn’t it possible that Azriel was… your mate? No– because he wouldn’t keep such knowledge from you… not if he knew. But then, if he was truly alone, then it was clear that he knew he had a mate. He had come running to your call when you mentally cried out into the abyss, when you hadn’t even known who you were calling to, if anyone could hear you. 

But Azriel heard you. And he had rushed here to save you, even in such a state. 

“Then stay,” you said simply, hands coming to lay behind either of your hips on the table. 

The shadowsinger bared his teeth, a growl ripping through him that shuddered your core. Your invitation was testing him– you were pushing him too far, and you had the audacity to bat your eyelashes at him while doing so. He was just barely shaking, muscles so tight with restraint that he looked to be in physical pain. “Can’t you see that I’m losing my fucking mind at the sight of you? I can’t control myself right now,” he groaned hoarsely, sweat lining his temple. 

You leaned forward, excitement sparking as his eyes immediately flew to the bit of cleavage that was revealed with the motion. Slowly, you spread your legs, your fingers trailing your inner thigh. Your face felt on fire— every part of you did. This was so uncharacteristically bold of you; the two of you had been walking on the eggshells of your attraction for so long now. 

But you couldn’t look away from him, couldn't stop yourself from tempting him. You were tired of the games, tired of the questions, of the chase. You wanted him. 

You wanted him now. 

Your heart felt like it was beating a thousand times a minute as his gaze fixed on the apex of your legs, and you whispered, “So lose control.”

Azriel’s eyes widened, jumping to your face as shock flooded them. His shadows didn’t need to be told twice, immediately twirling around your feet and crawling up your parted legs. He stepped back after a moment of buffering, his shadows seeming to shriek with protest as he yanked them back, withdrawing further away from you. 

“No— I could hurt you. This is not how this is supposed to go, we—“ he huffed, fists curled and muscles wound tight. “It’s not supposed to be like this.” 

You melted inside, his sentiment sending warmth echoing through you like the wake of a stone plunged into placid water. He had thought about the two of you being together before? The pieces of the puzzle were all falling into place, your doubts dissolving by the second.

Azriel’s eyes widened, surprised he had actually just revealed that to you. A faint blush dusted his tanned cheeks, and he closed and opened his mouth, shocked at his own confession. The inner battle with his raging hormones had made his iron-clad restraints weak; letting words slip from his tongue that had been lingering there for so fucking long.

You slid off the table and took a step forward, palms open at your sides as if he were a wild animal that could be scared off at the slightest wrong move. “Az, you’re right,” you said, eyes fixed on his. “This was supposed to happen a long fucking time ago.”

The male gaped and blinked, hazel eyes wide as they raked over your advancing form. 

You drank him in, too— gaze lingering on the sizable bulge that jerked in longing beneath his pants. You pursed your lips, salivating at the thought of what laid beneath. You chanced another step. 

“Fuck,” he swore, his breath ragged. He licked his lips, pecs heaving with every labored pant. “Y/n please, you can’t— you don’t know what you’re doing, I’m not myself right now, I don’t want to hurt you.”

You smiled softly. Didn’t he see? “You won’t, Azriel. I trust you…” 

“You shouldn’t,” he said, protests growing weaker with every second. You could tell his resolve was slipping, his shadows inching closer to you, stretching for another taste of your skin. 

Azriel twitched when your hand met the hot, inked skin of his chest, throwing his head back as he swallowed a moan. His hormones were wild with the season’s influence, heavy pheromones permeating the air with infectious lust. It was becoming unbearable to be this close to you without pressing you against the nearest surface and plunging into the tight heat that was surely slickening between your legs. Kept fingernails dug into the palm of his hands as he clung desperately to the last thread of his composure. 

“Please, Az,” you murmured, lips finally touching the column of his throat, as high up as you could reach, just beneath his jaw. “I can’t pretend that I don’t want you for another second.” Your tongue poked out to taste him, salt and musk ambrosial on your taste buds. 

This time, the male didn’t hold back his moan, instead letting it fill the heavy kitchen air and making butterflies explode in your stomach. The sound sent a rush to your core and you clenched hard, fingernails digging into his flesh. 

You squeaked when scarred hands gripped you and flung you back onto the kitchen table, hard enough to concuss. But there was only shock, no pain; for Azriel cushioned the impact, an arm curling around your waist and hand cushioning the back of your skull so you didn’t slam your head— the male fluidly moved with you, ending up pressed above you chest to chest. Your body thrummed with anticipation, excitement bursting forth in your veins. 

Now you’d done it. 

The last scrap of his restraint had been ripped away and now you were in for the fuck of your life. You blinked in stupor, but Azriel left no time to waste. Hazel was blown wild as he stared down at you, pinning your wrists with each of his large hands. 

“Trust this,” he asserted, rutting your clothed sexes together. You gasped, the hard, huge length of him shocking even through the clothes between you, your eyes growing wide as they met his burning hazel gaze. “I am steel for you. Only you.” 

His hot tongue lashed out to claim your neck, full lips joining to mark the divot between your clavicle and shoulder. The intensity made you keen, your head tossing to the side as you screwed your eyes shut and sang for him, hips rocking up against his. You could feel your panties wet with slick, his savage behavior making your body throb, readying itself for his taking.

This was insane. There was nothing that could compare to this— the need, the depravity of this, of him. 

You could hardly believe that he had come for you, had saved you. Was this the gratitude every maiden in peril felt, or was this something more? Something much more? From the way the male was possessively claiming your skin with his mouth, your heart leapt into your throat, stomach twisting with hope.

But you couldn’t dwell on it, his fingers quickly traveling to the front of your blouse and promptly ripping the seam down your middle. Buttons clattered all around you on the floor below, your breasts spilling out for his eyes to devour. His mouth followed, lips quickly catching a nipple and sucking you in, nose poking into your flesh as he drowned himself in your supple skin. 

Your back arched as you mewled, lashes flying shut and digits flying to curl into his hair. Soft onyx locks twisted between your fingers and you couldn’t help the grin that sprouted as he moaned your name into your skin— you weren’t the only one lost in the throes of pleasure.

You couldn’t slow for a second, couldn’t stop— he was hard as rock beneath his leathers, every piece of him lined with lean muscle. But the part of him that melted your brain most was his cock; you could feel it reaching for you, the thick outline of it pressing against your core through the layers. It made you ache, intolerably so— your pussy stirring as you imagined what that length would feel like stretching you out and filling you to the brim. Your hands reached out before you could even comprehend what you were doing. 

Azriel roared when your fingers landed on the stiff forearms of his wings, his front surging forward and rutting into yours. The surprise in his gaze quickly morphed to voracity and your body shook in response, your legs spreading to curl around his waist and draw his lower half closer. You squeezed the hard appendages, fingertips sliding down to rub closer to the joints.

Shadows swarmed the pair of you and you cried at their cold touch, having forgotten them completely. But they were sure to remind you of their abilities, and you’d never underestimate them again. One second you were engulfed by darkness and the next, you were completely bare, your nakedness on full display for the shadowsinger’s ferocious gaze to drink up. The tendrils lashed out and snatched your hands from his wings, growing taught around your wrists and holding them down atop the table.

All you could see was his piercing eyes taking in every inch of the sight before him, his shadows covering his body as the silhouette of his massive wings hung high and dark behind him. Obsidian swirls curled into his hair and licked upon his skin, blending easily with the dark whirls of ink that marked his frame. 

Your mind was now wholly consumed with lust; the utter primality with which he was treating you made your core stir like nothing else. Your hips wriggled as you waited for him to touch you, but immediately the shadows strapped you firm against the tabletop, your ankles dragging to the corners to expose your most intimate part right before his eyes. 

Heat burst into your cheeks, embarrassment blooming in your chest at the exposure. But you saw the way Azriel’s face twisted when his eyes traveled down from your face, down past your tits and your navel and down until they fixed on your pink, glistening hole. Thick brows furrowed and you could practically see the steam from his heavy exhale, his pupils dilating til you swore his gaze had been engulfed by shadow too. 

And then all you could see were the wicked talons that crested the tips of his wings, because the male fell to his knees and shoved his face directly into your cunt. 

You cried out, body ringing taut when his nose shoved into your clit. The heat of his tongue flat against your entrance drew a subsequent moan out from the depths of your lungs, fingernails digging into the lacquered wood beneath you. 

Azriel took you into his mouth and you melted as his guttural moan vibrated through you, your body tingling all the way to your toes. His stubble tickled your thighs as he nudged deeper, drowning himself in your essence. He dove into you without holding back, tracing your slit with precise flicks of that wicked tongue and then slipping the warm muscle inside your quivering hole. The lower half of his face was soon coated in your slick, and with every movement of his, only more wetness leaked out of you for him to savor. 

Scarred hands curled around the tops of your thighs, calloused fingertips digging into soft flesh. They spread your legs wider, broad shoulders coming to hold you open as he ravaged you, pulling you closer so that no space remained between the pair of you. 

You sobbed when his tongue finally trailed from your entrance, following your folds the short distance to your clit. He growled into your center in response to your garbled noise, lips taking hostage of the sensitive little pearl. Your skull smacked hard wood as your head flew back, but you didn’t care— Azriel’s hands had wandered from your thighs to your hips, slipping underneath to grab handfuls of your plush bottom. His fingers dug into the meat of your ass, pulling you apart so he could shove his face even deeper into your cunt. 

“Aha– oh, Az– fuck!” you moaned as he ate you mercilessly, your limbs still held prisoner by taut shadows. No matter how hard you struggled, the void would not give– if you could only hear the things they whispered to their master, if you could only know how happy they were to assist him in his plight…

Azriel groaned against your soaked pussy, the sound echoing in waves of pleasure that rippled through your body. Your legs had begun to shake, fingers curling into fists that couldn’t grab him but desperately wanted to. It should’ve been shameful, the way you were already racing toward an orgasm. He knew just what to do to you, knew exactly how to deliver you right to ecstasy’s doorstep. 

And then he drew back. 

You had just enough time to open your eyes and look at him to protest, lips already forming your displeasure. But instead, you clocked him as he stood, your eyes falling from his sizzling stare down his contoured, tattooed torso… down to that delicious V that tapered down narrow hips, the ink adorning the lines of his body until—

You gasped, gaze wide. His cock stood upright— tall, thick, swollen, and hard as… steel. A translucent trail of his lust trailed down the vein that bulged along the underside, a sticky bead dripping slowly off the pink tip. Fuck, had such a marvel been within reach all this time? 

Your hole clenched in welcome. 

Blush stained your cheeks as the male caught the movement, a devilish smirk curling at the corner of his lip. You whimpered when he stepped closer, the tip of him nudging through your glistening folds. Azriel sighed, gripping the base of himself and rubbing the two of you together. Your cries were music to his ears, your hips flexing against the shadows to try and trace yourself onto the thick length of him.

“Oh Gods, you’re perfect,” he murmured, a hand coming to cup one of your breasts in his palm, thumbing over the hardened nipple there. Your name drifted out of him as he loosed a shallow thrust, the very tip of him dipping into your soaked opening. 

You wailed when his hips drew back and he slid back in with ease, half of him disappearing inside of you. How he had slipped inside of you so easily, you couldn’t know– you were wetter than you’d ever been, yes, but his manhood was also almost too big– you didn't know if it would fit all the way inside. Your head fell back against the table once more, your quick breaths making your chest rise and fall, your breasts heaving with the action. 

The shadowsinger watched the movement, unable to tear his eyes away from you. Only once he heard your sob did he realize he had thrust in all the way, and your eyes had rolled back as your body strained underneath him. You looked so angelic like that, with your cunt wrung tight and wet around all of him, your curves making both his wings and his cock twitch with anticipation. 

He gave another tentative thrust, the last shred of sanity slipping from his brain as your walls hugged him, his body trembling. He’d been able to hold out on his own for the last few days by pleasuring himself, but that was leagues away from this. The inside of you was completely soaked for him, and the heat of you squeezing around him made the last of his resolve melt away into nothingness. 

You could see the moment his control really slipped— his hazel gaze bleeding black on the edges. His grip tightened, fingertips digging into your flesh like claws as he gathered your hips closer to him, so your ass rested right on the edge of the table. Excitement and a little fear burst forth in your stomach as intensity radiated off of the male, the scent of his outright arousal heavy in the air. 

Suddenly his hips snapped forward, and you couldn’t stop the shriek that spilled out of you. Azriel moaned too, louder than you’d imagined he would in your fantasies. Every inch of him was nestled inside of you and that was no ordinary feat. Your cunt throbbed with the thought, more of your essence oozing out for him. 

Azriel didn’t waste a drop of it, finding a rhythm that buried himself to the hilt inside you with ease thanks to your ample slick. Huge, magnificent wings trembled behind him, a sign of just how strung out he was in his current state. 

“Ugh, fuck— Goddess, you’re a goddess,” he praised, gaze fixed on the bounce of your tits as he rammed into you again and again. 

His name fell from your lips as you panted, your hole stretched wide around the base of him. Each stroke had your mind melting, sweat starting to cling to your skin as you trembled at the intensity of the pleasure. You watched his massive cock slide in and out of you, your slick coating the inside of your thighs as you greedily took in every thrust. 

“I can’t, ahh I can’t, I can’t—“ Azriel chanted, his abs clenched so hard you couldn’t help but watch sweat drip down the valleys between the prominent muscles. 

Suddenly his thumb found its way to your clit and began to glide over the little nub with great generosity. You wailed and clamped onto him harder, your climax racing forth as his hips continued to slap wetly against yours. 

“Cum,” he ordered, voice clipped and full of unshakable authority. The sheer dominance radiating off of the male above you was palpable, your body bending to his command. “Be a good girl for me and cum on my cock. Y’want me to cum in this pretty pussy baby? C’mon, cum and milk it out of me, good girl— oh fuck yes—“

Your cunt went tight around him and you cried out as stars flooded your vision, your orgasm hurtling into you, his filthy words sending you over the edge. Pure ecstasy pulsed through your entirety as you came, your walls pulsing as they ached for his imminent release. You felt like your entire body was aflame, and yet that was nothing compared to the heat glowing in your chest, a foreign, welcome weight presenting itself, a rope to hold onto as you nearly lost yourself in the throes of pleasure.

Azriel moaned and pushed all the way inside of you as he met his own climax. Hot streams of his seed spurted out of his throbbing cock, deep into your womb and your eyes rolled back at the heat that blossomed there. You could feel yourself filling with him— he just kept shaking and throbbing and moaning as more and more emptied out of him. Days of just barely scraping by the mating season had left him with balls painfully full and now all you could do was ride out the waves of your shared orgasm as he filled you to the brim. Sweet relief washed through Azriel’s overheated body– emanating from where the base of his cock nestled deep inside of you. With every spurt of release, that insatiable need within him extinguished until he nearly fell on top of you, shaky arms braced to catch himself.

His face fit into your neck, labored breaths cascading over your hot skin. Tremendous leathery wings draped down over his shoulders, his rough hands coming to wrap around the back of your neck and your waist, pressing your bodies together with great care. You hummed with satiety and pressed a soft kiss to his temple, floating back to the ground from your ecstasy. Your hands now released from his shadowy binds, one combed through his silky hair while the other found the divot of his spine, fingers trailing over his dampened skin in soothing motions.

For the first time in days, Azriel’s mind was clear. His eyes opened wide as he came to his senses. He had just taken full advantage of you– he was balls-deep inside of you, and you were full of his seed. His breath began to quicken, his just-calmed mind now gaining speed as the full extent of his actions now hit him. 

Slowly he retreated from the solace of your embrace, just enough to catch your eye. “Y/n, I–” he began but you wouldn’t let him. 

You wouldn’t let him regret this when you were still here, in the best moment of your life, the intensity of the fresh golden thread between your hearts glowing and filling your body with unbridled joy. 

“I love you, Azriel,” you declared, hands coming to hold his sculpted jaw, thumbs drifting over his cheeks and chin. You imagined the tether in your mind, taking hold of it and tugging, like you were pulling your chests impossibly closer. 

Surprise flooded his gaze, his brow high as his parted lips ticked up into a sideways grin. His hazel eyes softened as they roamed your face, like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He breathed out your name, voice soft as a feather, his fingers stroking your neck tenderly. 

“My mate,” you whispered and Azriel visibly shuddered, long eyelashes kissing his cheeks as he closed his eyes and smiled bigger than you’d ever seen. It was the most breathtaking sight, him smiling like that– and your heart felt so full, knowing that you were the cause behind it.

The male tucked his face back into your shoulder and gathered your body flush to his, cradling you even closer than before, pressing every piece of you together as close as possible. “My mate,” he echoed, deep voice almost a purr, his happiness rippling over the bond in loud, unapologetic swells. 

You pulled his hair just enough for him to lean back and see eye to eye again, sharing a loving look before your lips met. Sparks rushed through your body, his lips slotting between yours and your noses brushing together. You drew back to catch your breath, but Azriel leaned in and captured your mouth once more, unwilling to part with you for even a moment. You gasped and his tongue glided in, meeting yours with a wild tenderness you’d never experienced before. Your tongues brushed together and you couldn’t fight the small moan that crept out of you, your body moving on its own volition to roll your hips against his.

Azriel moaned back, and your cheeks flushed with heat as you felt his hard cock twitch inside of you– you hadn’t realized he’d never softened, even after that law-defying orgasm. You could feel his essence leaking from you– his member taking up so much space inside you, there was barely any room for his cum to remain within your walls. 

You seemed to be on the same page, for he stepped back and you both watched as he unsheathed his thick length from you. Finally he removed himself and your hole clenched at the emptiness. Your cheeks became hot as you witnessed a river of his thick, white cum rush out, the sheer amount of it so much that the stream swiftly became a puddle that spilled over the table’s edge and onto the floor. 

The sight only made you hungry for more, your bottom lip taken prisoner between your teeth. You caught Azriel’s equally-desirous gaze, throwing one more glance at his cream-covered cock before you flipped yourself over, your palms and knees now resting flat on the tabletop, careful to keep your injured ankle dangling off the table. 

Your male growled at the invitation, immediately closing the distance between you two. His hands took hold of your ass, so large that his fingers could grip the curve of the soft flesh and his thumbs spread your raw pussy open at the same time. You whined as you felt more of him leak out, trailing over your clit and down your thighs.

Azriel moaned at the sight, dipping a thumb into his spend and inside your cunt, enjoying the feeling of your aching walls throbbing around him. You panted and bucked back against him, desperate for more. Now that you’d had a taste of his cock, and his cum… nothing else would suffice. The Illyrian complied with your needs– his cock already hard and dripping with precum again, the sight of you too much. The lust from his hormones was already starting to build again– or maybe that was the fresh acknowledgment of the bond– he didn’t know, nor care. 

You keened when the searing tip of him pressed against your entrance once more, spread wide so he could watch your pussy swallow every inch he offered. He slipped inside just as easily as before, both of you letting out a long moan in harmony as your ass met his hips, cock hot and hard inside your throbbing walls. The stretch of him was so utterly delicious, you couldn’t stop yourself from bouncing back onto him just to feel it again, and then again.

Azriel threw his head back and allowed himself to revel in the pleasure as you set a steady pace, pussy greedily gobbling up every inch of his incredible length. You whimpered at the sensation of his tip prodding deep, deep within you– a spot you didn’t know existed revealing the very apex of your vulnerability, your pleasure. 

The noises you let loose as you sat back onto him each time you never knew you could make– the feeling of your bodies becoming one unlike anything you could have imagined. Your mate was just as deep in the tides of euphoria as you, rough hands steady as he guided you back and forth on his cock. You didn’t know how long you’d last, how long you’d been fucking back onto him, didn’t even know your name. All you could feel was pleasure, your mate, his pleasure, your bond. 

You felt that knot tightening in your stomach again. 

You cried out when you felt his thumb rove over your asshole, pressing firmly against you as he took control, his other hand holding your hips in place so he could set a punishing pace. The digit slipped inside and your eyes widened, the stretch foreign but oh so welcome. You started to shake, your orgasm nearing as he thrust hard and deep. 

Azriel panted as he watched you take him, the curve of your spine bent just right, your ass up and his hands on you– in you. Your soft little body taking his hard large one so well– fuck, he could feel your climax coming through the bond and that only catalyzed his own. Words evaded him this time, your emotions mingling with his along with his Illyrian hormones; everything felt that much stronger– overwhelming. He was so close– he needed you to cum, needed you to milk him again, his mate.

Shadows slithered up onto the table and twirled around your nipples, and you tensed, crying out at the surprise stimulation. The whirls then curled around your thighs and met your poor swollen clit, the cool sensation the final straw as you clenched down and came hard. 

You screamed his name, your orgasm barreling through you like never before. Your ears rang, your vision flashing white and your chest hot– searingly hot– so, so hot, and then–

Azriel cried out as he came too, pressing into you ‘til he was balls-deep, emptying into the depths of your womb. Your mate’s ecstasy careened over the fresh bond, and paired with the shadows that kept on caressing you, you sobbed as you came again, not even recovered from your initial orgasm. 

Your entirety felt as though it had been dunked under complete and utter bliss. Pure pleasure totally consumed you, leaving you totally helpless with no choice but to feel everything. 

Azriel struggled with the same intensity behind you, cock still pumping into you even if he had nothing left to give. His great wings shivered with ecstasy, eyes rolled back, fingertips digging into your soft flesh for dear life as he whimpered. 

Eventually the earth materialized beneath you and you all but collapsed onto the table. Azriel let out a grunt of agreement, chest still rising and falling in exertion. His hand left your ass and gripped the base of him as he pulled out, watching as his seed followed, dripping onto the table once more. There was not nearly as much as before, yet still a decent amount came out. He bit his lip, tracing the outline of your soiled cunt with the head of his swollen cock, studying your pink intimacy as your body quivered.

It was unnatural that he already felt the smallest itch to go again— but his cock had been rock hard since the season started and he doubted he would ever soften now that you had recognized him as your mate. At least now his body felt his own; the need to procreate fed and tamed, for how long, he didn’t know. 

Suddenly cool shadows enveloped the pair of you before depositing you both upon your bed in the adjacent room. Your head hit the pillow and you moaned in delight, exhaustion taking root in your core. 

Azriel lay beside you, face to face, a small smile on his lips as he watched your eyelids fight to stay open. You shivered and scooched closer to him, and he curled an arm around you, happy to comb a hand through your hair and hold you close. His shadows pulled a thin blanket over you, meandering across your exposed shoulder and hair with a calm kind of joy. 

“Rest now, my little mate,” he murmured, savoring the beat of your heart so close to his, the feeling of your warm breath against his chest. “You’ll need your strength if we’re to survive the rest of the season...” 

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Always Be My Hero Masterlist

When Tenya and y/n were six years old, they were inseparable. Their moms were best friends at U.A and they just loved setting up little play dates with their children. Tenya would play the big and brave hero who would come and save the scared y/n. Don't tell them, but they often teased them about being a good-looking couple. The children never understood it, didn't they know it was super important hero training for Tenya?

A year later, the play dates had to end, as y/n and her family were moving to the States. They promised to stay in touch until Tenya got the news that his brother, Tensei, was paralyzed by a villain named Stain. And although he had unnamed feelings for his childhood friend, it was more important for him to focus on his journey to becoming a hero. And y/n knew that. So they grew apart.

Until eight years later, when y/n gets a job as the project manager for Suneater, a Pro-hero at Fatgum's agency, bringing her back to Japan. Unsure how she would feel seeing Tenya again after all these years, she attempts to reject Kirishima's invitation to after work bar visits. Will she be successful in avoiding him? Or will her heart break when she realizes they are completely different people?

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Author's Note: Hiiiiii! Thank you for clicking on my story. :) I am a little frustrated with myself b/c I was inspired to write this from a song that randomly shuffled on my Spotify, and now I can't remember which one it was! If I remember it, I will go back and add it to the story summary or something.

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physical intimacy

long hugs, melting into each other

comparing hand sizes

burying face in their stomach when laying down

several kisses in quick succession

hugs from behind

huddling up on a cold day

rolling in bed until they are slotted together

tickling

nose / cheek / forehead kisses

stealing their hat and putting it on

forehead to forehead

smothering them with their own body

carrying them around their apartment

head resting on their shoulder

climbing in their lap

checking them out when they change even after years together

holding hands in a stressful moment

slapping their ass in passing

tucking their hair back

casual brushes while passing them

massages

kissing the palm on their hand and then nuzzling into it

playing with the other's fingers

lifting them and setting them on the counter to have better kiss reachability

burying face in the crook of their neck

playing with their hair

spooning

removing their make up and hair products for them after a hard day

jumping in their arms upon reunion

the taller leaning on the shorter's shoulder like an arm rest

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Always Be My Hero Ch. 1

Summary: When Tenya and y/n were six, they were inseparable, their days filled with playdates arranged by their mothers, where Tenya played the brave hero rescuing her, even as they were teased about being a perfect pair. But everything changed when y/n moved to the States a year later, and after Tenya’s brother, Tensei, was paralyzed by the villain Stain, he focused entirely on becoming a hero, letting their connection fade as y/n quietly did the same. Five years later, she returns to Japan as Suneater’s project manager at Fatgum’s agency, and unsure of how it will feel to see Tenya again, she tries to avoid him, left wondering if distance has changed them too much to ever reconnect.

Author's Note: You guys...I just realized I accidentally named this story after the movie "Almost Be My Maybe," Which has a similar story beat to this one. *Brain blown* My brain is so smart sometimes.

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Chapter 2 >

“Oh, please! Will someone save me!” A small toddler dramatically called out, her hand resting on her forehead. She stood on a makeshift island of various blankets and pillows. Piles of toys were haphazardly scattered around her. Mrs.Iida believed they were supposed to be flames or maybe building rubble. Either way, she struggled to hide her amusement behind her teacup as her son zoomed into the room, cape flying behind him.

“Don’t worry, lovely lady! Ingemium has arrived!” Tenya bravely announced. His little fits balled on his hips, a wide smile painted on her face. y/n squealed with delight.

“My hero!”

Yn’s mom snorted in her tea. Mrs.Iida slapped her knee, but in truth, she too couldn’t hold back anymore. Both women burst out in laughter at their children’s adorable play. The pair turned to their moms, clearly unimpressed.

“Mom!” Y/n whined, “You promised you wouldn’t laugh this time! This is very important training for Tenya when he grows up to be a hero.”

Yn’s mom wheezed, trying really hard to stop, and tears spilled from laughing too hard. Yn stomped and marched over, weakly slapping her mom’s thigh. y/n’s mom eventually was able to calm down, wiping away a rogue tear. She bent over and picked up y/n, whose bottom lip puckered out.

“You are right, my love, I am so sorry,” She conceded, “You are a very good friend for helping Tenya achieve his dreams.” This seemed to have pleased the seven-year-old. y/n snuggled into her mom’s arm, arm crossed, and still pouting.

“I am a good friend,” she agreed begrudgingly, “And when I grow up, Tenya will be the number #1 hero, even beating All Might!”

Tenya, not bothered by his mother’s laughter, nodded determinedly. “And I will be a strong hero that will always protect y/n!” Mrs.Iida patted his midnight black hair.

“You are a kind boy, Tenya. I can’t wait to see you grow up to be a fine hero just like your father.” The pride shone through Tenya’s eyes, and she could almost see the little boy imagine himself constantly saving the day. Mrs.Iida caught the mischieously look on y/n’s mom eyes, and even though both women knew it was better not to tease the small gentleman, y/n’s mom just couldn’t help herself.

“Oh Tenya, I am so relieved to hear my daughter will marry such a strong and noble hero,” y/n’s mom squeezed the red cheeks of her child, “I can die happily knowing my daughter will be sooo well taken care of.”

Mrs.Iida rolled her eyes, even though she, too, secretly hoped the two children would grow up to marry each other. Tenya’s whole face bloomed red, the tips of his ears hot.

“That-that’s gross! I would never marry her! Girls are gross!” He declared, his fist balled to his side. The embarrassment spread to y/n, who pinched her mom’s arm back.

“Gross! Mom! Tenya has germs!” As both children realized what the other said, they started arguing with each other. One was offended that the other wouldn’t want to marry them, even though they also don’t want to marry. As they argued, Mrs.Iida and y/n’s mom exchanged a knowing look. They continued watching their children argue, as they sipped their tea, an unspoken bet formed between the two women.

One year later

“What do you mean you’re moving?” Tenya asked. y/n’s face was splotchy from crying a few hours ago. Some of the snot was still dried on her face.

“Mom said that she got a stupid job in the States and we have to move before the summer ends,” y/n replied, despite the sobs muffling her words. Her voice was hoarse from crying. Tenya stood in the entrance hallway of his friend’s house, frozen. He had no idea how to respond. His best friend, his only friend, was leaving him?

“But…but why does that mean you have to leave? You could just live with my mom and me. You can have Tensei's room! I’m sure she would say yes.” y/n just shook her head.

“I already asked. Mom said no.”

Tenya could tell y/n was trying really hard not to cry again. He wasn’t even sure she had enough in her to keep crying. But for once, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to comfort his friend.

“How am I supposed to save you if you’re not with me?” Tenya’s chest ached, unfamiliar with this tight feeling. Tenya’s mom squeezed his shoulder as a comfort, but he shrugged her off.

He glared at the adults. How dare they separate them? He grabbed his friend’s hand and dragged her up the stairs to her room.

“Tenya?” y/n was surprised but followed him anyway.

When they entered her room, he slammed the door shut. As he turned around to check on her, he noticed the boxes. The room was practically empty. Only her bed and her bare desk were left in the room. He inhaled hard, trying to stop the tears from welling up in his eyes.

It was not successful. He sees the stuffed penguin he got her for her last birthday on the top of one of the boxes, and he bawls.

y/n was startled. She wasn’t sure if she has every seen him cry. Even when he got hurt at the playground, his knee was badly scraped, he grinned at her and told her he was fine. For the next hour, both children cried on each other, hugging each other until there were no more tears left to cry. Mrs.Iida and y/n’s mom opened the door, only to find them passed out on the floor, clinging to each other.

At the airport, Tenya had a death grip on his mother’s hand. She told him he had to be brave for y/n. Moving to another country would be very scary for her, and it was important that Tenya was happy for his friend, so that y/n wouldn’t be sad.

Tenya didn’t want to make his friend sad. He also didn’t want to see his friend leave. But his mom told him that he had to be a hero today, to show her that everything would be alright. Because he was here.

At the gate, they would not let go of each other’s hands. They did everything to distract from the inevitable. Reading each other’s favorite manga. Sharing a bag of chips. Running around the terminal and playing rescue. But nothing stopped the flight attendant from announcing that passengers were now boarding.

Tenya stood by the door, squeezing y/n’s hand.

“Promise you’ll call?”

“I promise.”

“Promise to keep training without me?”

“I promise.”

“...Promise to wait for me?” Tenya held down the hitch in his throat, the tears burning his eyes. But he held it back and put on a big woobly smile.

“I promise." She smiled back, it was small and bittersweet, but she gave him one last big hug. Before she boarded, she handed him a keychain. It was a chrome engine that revved when he pressed the button. A reminder that he was her hero.

He waved goodbye as he watched her walk down to the plane. He insisted on staying until the plane left, his little hand leaving a mark on the clean window as he watched her fly thousands of miles away from him.

Tenya tried to keep his promise over the years. He never stopped practicing, and his conviction to become a hero was stronger than ever. He tried to call as much as he could, but the time difference made everything harder.

There were times when one of them would fall asleep on the phone, while the other had to get ready for school that day. The different time zones making them miss each other often. Sometimes they would send general update videos, and they would still call each other best friends. But they were different. And no body can do anything about it.

Chapter 2 >

Author's note:

Hiiiiii! Thank you for clicking on my story!! I am a little frustrated with myself b/c I was inspired to write this from a song that randomly shuffled on my Spotify, and now I can't remember which one it was! If I remember it, I will go back and add it to the story summary or something.

Some of the chapters will be inspired by a song, and I will link it in the chapter notes in the beginning if that were the case.

I appreciate you giving me the time and day, and I hope to hear what you think so far in the comments. I'll see you at the next update!