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A/N: Had to write this after watching episode 3 of Season 6. Also MAJOR SPOILERS for season 6. Really, don't read if you haven't watched it yet.
TW: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of Severe Injuries
You had never cared about good or evil. You saw your quirk as something that should be used for the benefit of all, not just one side.
"Restoration". You had the ability to restore anything back to the way it used to be up to a year prior to the present day. People, buildings, animals, anything. It was a quirk that you hid from everyone else and only used when your identity was safe under the guise of a mask.
You refined and used this power on all that you saw. You had few exceptions. Villain? Healed. Hero? Healed. Civilian? Healed.
Anyone that you found that was still breathing and not already receiving medical attention fell under your perview.
You were also a modern day nomad, never staying anywhere for long and often traveling through forests and mountain ranges instead of cities, having lived this way for all your life, as your parents raised you on the road as well. Now, at the on the verge of turning 30, you found yourself traveling in the Gunga Mountains.
That was when you heard the commotion.
You could practically feel the earth shake from the battle.
You ran towards the source, coming upon a scene that made you pull your mask down and hood up.
It was a battlefield. Heroes and what looked to be villains were fighting against each other mercilessly.
Another part of your quirk was the ability to see how damaged something or someone was in a percentage form. You scanned the area, seeing many who were severely injured, but they all had numbers that would indicate they would recover alright if given time.
However, as you looked up at the upper floors of the concrete building, you saw someone who was at 97%.
Your eyes widened before going into a full sprint, your healing instincts kicking in.
You leapt and climbed until you were beside them, their percentage going up to 99% as two men fought with their backs to you, one wielding intense blue flames while the other was underneath his foot and speaking to him.
You didn't know what was happening, but that didn't matter. You placed your hands over the injured male's sides and started healing him. You managed to get him down to 78% before you were satisfied enough to pick him up army style and carry him out of the battle zone. Whoever he was, you needed to get him out of here if you wanted to fully restore his health safely.
After some maneuvering and sneaking around, you managed to get the man to a safe place deep in the forest, a good mile away from the warzone.
There, you set up camp beside a river, having stopped by your previous campsite to grab your things.
You laid the man down finally getting a good look at his face.
He was handsome, if a little rugged. Blonde hair the color of wheat and large scar down the center of his forehead, along with clear stubble. He looked to be around your age, give or take a few years, and his body was well built, like he never skipped gym day.
You snapped yourself out of it when you remembered your mission.
You set to work, placing your hands on the unknown man's chest and allowing your quirk to flow into him, slowly restoring his body back to health.
It took a long time, around 2 hours, before he got down to around 35% damage. You were exhausted, not having had to heal someone so extensively in a while.
You went over to your supplies and pulled out a dehydrated camping meal and a small pot with a mini propane tank that you only used when you didn't want to be tracked. Afterall, you didn't know if anyone was going to come looking for this guy, and you weren't going to chance it.
After you finished with the food, you heard rustling coming from your patient.
"Hmmmm.... where...?" he started groggily, before sitting up abruptly and looking around franticly.
"Dabi! Toga! I gotta- wait... where am I?" he asked, his voice full of confusion and suspicion before feeling a sharp pain in his side and bringing his hand up to the effected area.
He looked around once again, slower this time, and finally noticed you sitting a few feet from him, a foldable spoon in your hand as you were about to dig into your bagged meal.
"Who are you? And where the hell am I? How'd I get here?" he asked all at once, seeming more and more frustrated and worried with each question.
"I'm a simple healer. You're currently in the forest at the base of the Gunga Mountain range. I brought you here myself." you stated calmly, bringing a spoonful of food to your mouth and chewing. It wasn't the best thing on the planet, but it didn't need to be. It was just fuel.
"Why'd you bring me here?" he asked, seeming suspicious of you as he eyed you up and down.
"You were dying." you responded simply.
The man stared at you in disbelief. You continued.
"If I hadn't been there, you'd be dead right now." you stated plainly, continuing to eat your meal.
A beat of silence hung in the air before the male spoke.
"...why'd you save me?" he asked, sounding defeated.
You cocked your head to the side in confusion.
"Why wouldn't I save you?" you asked with genuine curiosity.
"I'm a villain. I've failed my friends, who were my only family. I was the reason they got hurt and why our plan failed. I don't deserve such kindness." he said, his voice full of guilt and shame.
You raised your brow. "I don't what you did or what your plans were, but none of that matters to me. I simply heal those who need healing. I don't care if you're a villain, hero, or civilian. As long as I can help, I will." you replied straightforwardly.
The man looked up to meet your eyes with his own. Oh boy, were his eyes pretty. They reminded you cloudy skies and rainy days.
"You really don't mind?" he asked, seeming surprised by your nonchalance at his villain title.
You shrugged as you took another bite of food.
"Why would I? What business is it of mine what you do?" you ask.
The man looked off to the side sheepishly. "I mean.... we were planning to overthrow hero society and create a new world." he answered.
You gave him a small smile. "I understand. Though, that doesn't mean I won't still save you or your friends if you're in need. I believe every life is worthy of being saved. I do not pass judgement on other's actions or lives, for that is not my place. I only heal those who are unwell. And you, my good man, were very unwell when I found you."
The slate-eyed man looked at you in awe. Were you an angel?
"Are you an angel?" he asked dazedly.
You laughed. "Nothing of the sort. Now, are you hungry?" you asked kindly, outstretching your hand with the bagged meal in your grasp.
The man smiled a bit. "Yeah, I could eat." he responded, reaching forward but wincing a bit at the pain from leaning over. You scooted toward him and handed him the food before settling back to your original spot.
As the man ate, he slowly opened up to you, seeming very cautious at first, like a wounded animal.
However, as the sun began to set he continued to speak to you, going on about his trauma and letting out all his emotions. You tended to have that effect on people, many becoming comfortable in your presence. You were never quite sure if it was due to the comforting nature of your quirk or if it was just your personality.
Eventually, he told you he was 31 and that his name was Bubaigawara Jin, but that most people called him Twice. You gave your name in return.
"Though, most people don't call me anything, as I tend to only interact with others who need help and then carry on my way. You can give me a nickname if you'd like." you said, a soft expression on your face as you watched the man rub his chin as he thought of a name to give you.
"How about angel?" he replied.
You laughed. "I'm not very religious, but I think that's blasphemy." you say jokingly.
"Then what about...Remedy?" he suggested, an eager expression on his face.
You tilted your head to the side.
"That sounds more like a Hero or Villain name than a nickname." you stated.
Twice raised his hand dismissively. "I mean, you're not wrong, but I still think it's a nice nickname. It really suits you." he replied with a small grin.
You smiled back as you rolled your eyes. "Ok, fine. Whatever floats your boat, Twice."
As night drew closer, you pulled out a large sleeping bag and giant blanket. You tried to hand the sleeping bag to your patient, but he refused.
"I can't take that from you. You've saved my life and fed me your food, I can't take what is basically your bed from you." he stated, sounding absolute in his decision.
You huffed.
"I cannot in good conscience allow you to sleep on the forest floor after having gone through the trouble to heal you. What if you get sick with pneumonia or hypothermia? It is nearly winter and I can't allow you to fall ill. I can use this large blanket as a makeshift sleeping bag." you said firmly.
"And I can't let the person who saved my life sleep on the cold hard ground! Blanket or not!" he fired back.
You sighed.
"How about we just share the sleeping bag? It could probably fit 3 people even, so there should be plenty of room for both of us." you replied nonchalantly.
While the man in front of you blushed, you chuckled a bit at his reaction.
"I'm not suggesting anything indecent, I swear. I'm proposing we share so that both of us stay warm and comfortable. I promise, I have no intention of doing anything obscene." you said easily.
Sure, you found this man attractive and his personality to be that of a fluffy marshmallow (i.e. adorable), but that didn't mean you had any desire to push his boundaries or do something lewd with someone you'd just met.
"Uh...ok then." the male said, sounding unsure, but not uncomfortable.
Twice couldn't help feeling relaxed in your presence. You were the first person outside of the League who'd bothered to patch him up and listen to him. There was also just something about you that made him feel safe and calm, like you wouldn't judge him or abandon him. Maybe it was his battered mind trying to cling to the first person to show him kindness after Hawks betrayed him and the others. Maybe it was his usual gullibility. Maybe it was both. Maybe it was neither. It didn't matter.
All that mattered was that for the first time in a long time, he wasn't worried. He'd been stressed out about so much lately. The Shie Hissaiki, Gigantomachia, The Meta Liberation Army, Toga nearly dying in his arms, Hawks' betrayal. It was all so much and he blamed himself for about half of those things.
He happened to remember that as he was dying, he could just barely see his double disintegrate as he lost consciousness. That had to mean that he was the real one. Sure, he'd confirmed it back during the battle with the Meta Liberation Army, but this proved it without a shadow of a doubt. No if, ands, or buts about it. He was the original. He always had been.
The male was broken out of his reverie by the sound of rustling coming from you. He looked over to find you taking off your thick sweatshirt and putting it to the side, leaving you in a form-fitting tank top and the cargo shorts you'd been wearing the whole time.
You caught the man's eye and explained, "It's full of blood. I'll wash it in the stream in the morning." you said plainly.
Twice gulped. He thought you were attractive before, but after seeing the way your tank hugged your body, he found you even more stunning.
You soon climbed into the sleeping bag, bringing the blanket with you for added warmth, before looking back at your companion.
"Well? Are you coming?" you asked.
The man snapped out of his trance and headed toward your prone form.
"Yeah! Yeah, I am." he replied, climbing into the bag. You were right, the bag was giant and could easily fit 3 people. He started to wonder why you had such a huge sleeping bag to begin with.
As if reading the blonde's mind, you spoke.
"I tend to stretch out in my sleep, so I bought this super-sized bag."
Jin looked over at you, wondering if your quirk was mind-reading.
"No, I can't read minds, it was just all over your face." you said with a small chuckle.
The man's eyes were blown wide as he stared at you completely flabbergasted. However, he's expression soon softened as he laughed too.
"I guess I'm an open book, huh?" he asked half-jokingly.
You let out another chuckle. "That's not a bad thing."
You soon let out a yawn, signaling your exhaustion and need for rest.
Jin smiled at the adorable sight. You were really cute when you were sleepy, he realized.
He let out a yawn too, and decided to turn away from you to sleep on his other side as his eyes started to droop closed. Nearly dying was pretty draining, after all.
You smiled at the man's back as you turned the other way to be back-to-back.
"Good night, Twice." you said sleepily as you closed your eyes, and let out another yawn.
"Good night, Remedy." the male responded, also yawning.
Soon, you both fell into a deep sleep, snugged into the warmth of the sleeping bag and extra blanket.
-Mini Timeskip-
You were stirred from your slumber by a strange noise.
You looked around, your eyes adjusting to the darkness, but saw nothing.
"No...no..."
You looked beside you to find the noises coming from Twice. It sounded like he was whimpering or crying.
You reached out your hand and found that he was shivering.
He must have been having a nightmare.
Gently you began trying to coax him out of his sleep.
"Twice....Twice?" you said softly, gently jostling his shoulder with your hand.
"Hey...Jin?" you tried again, hoping to wake him.
Soon, the blonde bolted up, fear marring his features as he looked around.
You grabbed his hand and he looked to you in the darkness.
"Hey, it's just me. I'm right here. You're okay. It's okay." you said tenderly, reassurances falling from your lips as you tried to calm him down.
You heard him let out a few shaky breaths before he took your hand and brought your knuckles to his forehead.
"Do you want to talk about it?" you asked carefully, not wanting to push him.
"Not really." he replied, a slight shake in his voice.
"Is there anything I can do?" you asked.
"Can you..." he started, sounding a bit embarrassed.
"It's ok. Just tell me. If it's within reason, I'm ok with it." you responded, attempting to put his mind at ease.
With a deep breath, he continued. "I do well with physical contact, so perhaps, if you're not opposed to it, we could-"
Without another word, you leaned forward and carefully wrapped your arms around the blonde's torso, bringing your head to his chest.
"If you wanted me to hold you, you could've just said that. I don't mind it." you replied.
The man was stunned by your immediate acceptance of his request and slowly brought his arms up to hold you.
"Thank you..." he said quietly, as though he was afraid the moment would shatter if he spoke too loud.
You smiled, though he couldn't see it.
"Of course." you replied.
With that, Jin laid back down as the two of you positioned your arms so that neither of you were laying on the other's limbs.
After you two were comfortable, you both could feel your eyelids start drooping once again.
You nuzzled your head against Jin's chest as you breathed out a contented sigh.
"Good night, Twice." you say once more, though your smile is a bit wider this time.
"Good night, Remedy." he replied, his smile just as wide.
-EPILOGUE-
"Do you these cargo pants make my butt look big?" Jin asked, turning away from you to show you the aforementioned body part.
You laughed. "No, they don't."
"Are you su-" he started, a grin on his face as he turned back to face you.
"Twice?"
You looked behind you to see a young girl with blonde space buns staring at your companion.
"Toga?" he asked, tears starting to spring from his eyes at the sight of her.
"You're alive?" she asked, sounding both relieved and betrayed.
"We've been looking for you guys, but couldn't find you. Remedy and I-" he began.
"Who's Remedy?" she asked.
You stood up and faced the girl, kindly offering your hand to her.
"Hi. I'm (L/n) (Y/n). Remedy is my nickname that Twice gave me." you say, smiling at her in a friendly manner.
The girl looks at your outstretched limb suspiciously before shaking it with caution.
"And how do you know Twice?" she asked skeptically, her eyes narrowing as she looked you over.
Twice came over with a grin, happy that he could finally introduce you to one of his friends.
"Remedy saved me that day in the mountains, when the Heroes attacked! I owe 'em my life!" he said exictedly.
"And we've been traveling together these past few months looking for you guys, since I didn't know where you all went after the battle." he added.
Toga looked down at your hand, which she was still holding, and without another word, sunk her teeth into one of your fingers.
You flinched for a second before regaining your composure. You'd been told lots of stories about Toga and the rest of Twice's friends/found family, and you were kind of expecting her to do something mildly violent. Though you weren't expecting her to use her teeth.
Toga looked up at you and gaged your reaction. You didn't seem scared of her, nor were you pulling away or screaming. It was a reaction she hadn't anticipated.
A moment later, the girl let your finger go, licking the excess blood off her lip. At least your blood tasted good.
You hovered your hand over your finger and quickly healed your injury within seconds.
Toga looked at you, now fascinated.
Twice came up and worriedly inspected your finger, only stopping when reassured him with a smile and showed him your unharmed digit.
Toga watched the scene before her, her expression softening a little as she watched you and Twice's interaction.
It was clear the man cared for you. She'd never seen him this at ease with someone outside of the league, this happy with someone...
It was honestly a relief. Not just that he was alive, but that he was thriving.
"Well, I'll leave you two be~! How's about tea sometime next week at that new cat cafe?" Toga asked.
Twice grinned happily, hugging her like a big brother. "Yes! Sounds perfect!"
A couple minutes later, Toga sees herself out, smiling to herself. Twice was alive and he was doing good. Her brother-figure was doing more than ok and she felt like she could breathe better.
Everything was okay, for once.
**-THE END-**
A/N: So, I wrote this forever ago but couldn't think of an ending until now. I know I've been going for a while, so thank you to everyone who waited and who read this!
So.... some of ya may have noticed I posted earlier this week for the first time in over a year.
I won't bore y'all with too many details, so I'll just say my brain had no room for creative writing and was very preoccupied with my job that gradually took over my life and took a major toll on my mental, emotional, and eventually physical health. This past year has been a lot. I've had to do a lot to try and undo the damage all that intense prolonged stress caused. But now, I'm in a bit of a better place.
I can't promise my posts will be frequent or consistent. I can't even promise that I'll be timely with requests or commissions, but I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm alive and I'm back.
To everyone who has ever reblogged, liked, and/or commented on any of my works; THANK YOU. Seeing those reblog or like notifications from tumblr on my phone made me smile, knowing that I had made something that others enjoyed.
TL/DR: I'm back, please be nice and don't expect too much out of me.
A/N: This is inspired by the acoustic version of the song âVeniceâ by: Kris Allen, which you can listen to here. Heard this and immediately thought of Nishi traveling in Italy after the timeskip.
TW: Fluff. Maximum Fluff. Maybe like, one swear word? Maybe two?
When Noya announced at graduation that he was going to travel the world, you had your bags packed and ready to go before he could even ask if anyone wanted to join him. Not only because youâd dreamed of trekking across the globe, but because Nishinoya was also your best friend.Â
You wanted to see what was out there to explore, view what laid outside of Japan. You also wanted to make sure Noya didnât get lost or kidnapped. You wanted to be there to look out for him, while also getting to go on an epic adventure with your partner-in-crime.
For as long as you could remember, Nishinoya Yuu had been your neighbor and best friend. Quite literally, since the first photo of the two of you playing together was from when you both were still in diapers. Noya had always been there, as spirited and energetic as ever, constantly cheering you on in whatever you did, and vice versa.
When you guys reached middle school and Nishi joined the Volleyball club, you went to every one of his games to loudly cheer him on. You even went through the trouble of learning how to use a your parentsâ sewing machine so you could make a jacket that said âYOU GO YUU!!â on the back, to wear to his games. Noya found the attention a bit embarrassing, but appreciated the support.
You and Noya talked about high schools and where youâd be going, and it turned out that you both had Karasuno on your lists of potentials. You both were ecstatic when your acceptance letters came in.
High school came and went like a whirlwind, bringing Tanaka into your group and turning your best friend duo into a trio of buddies. The volleyball club was full of incredible people, which convinced you to take the position of assistant manager.Â
When whole thing with the Vice Principal and Asahi happened, you were out sick with a stomach virus. You werenât even able to come back to school for a week. Noya tried to visit you, but your parents (and you) didnât want him catching what you had. You later got all the details from Suga and asked Noya himself about what went down. He explained his side of the incident, which had you saddened.
Well...until he told you about the Vice Principalâs toupee. You laughed so hard, you almost fell over.Â
When your second year came around and the new first years joined, it was like adding new members to the family. Yuu got back from his suspension and Asahi came back too. The two made up and became friends again, after which Karasuno really started to kick it into high gear.Â
Everything seemed to go by so quickly. The tournaments were intense but amazing and the studying was hard, especially in third year. However, Tanaka, Noya, and you, all managed to make it to graduation, thank the gods.
Noya announcing his plans to travel the world after said graduation was unexpected, but not out of character for him. The guy had always been spontaneous, he didnât even seem to have any set plans for where to start his globetrotting.
Which was what lead you to immediately packing a giant backpack of necessities, buying two tickets to Seoul (you wanted to start out not too far away from Japan, just in case anything went wrong), and calling Noya to tell him of your plan.
You could hear the smile in Yuuâs voice as he very excitedly thanked you for both planning out the first stop and for joining him.Â
You laughed happily at his reaction. âWell, if I didnât go, who knows what youâll do?â you asked jokingly.
Noya chuckled. âIâd rule the world, of course!â he stated confidently.
You tried to stifle your laughter as you responded. âYes, your majesty~.â
--Timeskip--
It had been 5 months of travelling. You two started with a week in Seoul and then the next you made your way south to Shanghai and then down to Bangkok. From there, it was Kathmandu and New Delhi. Every step was taken side-by-side. There were storms, sketchy vendors trying to sell random trinkets, and some thick language barriers. But...you were together, like always. You both made it through, smiles on your faces as you tried amazing street food and saw beautiful landscapes so different from home. It was...incredible.Â
Throughout everything, Nishinoya didnât let language barriers or culture shocks stop him from trying to compliment and pick up every gorgeous woman he saw.
You chuckle as he struck out with a beautiful young woman he stopped as we were stopped in a Venetian glasswork shop. She had the most confused and off-put expression as Yuu tried in vain to call her magnificent in broken Italian. Clearly, he had pronounced it wrong or had said something VERY different. Either way, she was obviously not charmed.Â
She scoffed at him and walked away, looking very upset. You walk up next to Noya, suppressing your giggles.
âAt least ya tried, CasaNoya~â you tease lightly.
He groaned, throwing his head back in defeat. This was not the first time he had failed miserably at picking up a girl.Â
You pat his shoulder gently. âHey, at least she didnât slap you like that girl in Istanbul.âÂ
Noya grimaces at the memory. Heâd tried to compliment a pretty lady on her eyes in Turkish, but had misspoken and instead said he liked her butt. She did not take that well.
You chuckle and take his hand, leading him out of the shop. âCome on, letâs keep looking! I bet thereâs some gelato down that way!â
The short male followed your lead, laughing with you. âOkay! Okay! Iâm coming!â
You explore the islands, looking through different stores, trying food from small open-air shops. Since youâre both over the Italian drinking age, you sample local wines, enjoying the taste after all these months of having tried tons of different liquors throughout your travels and having gotten a bit more familiar with alcohol.
After having a nice dinner and walking around some more, while also getting lost a couple times in the maze of small side streets and avenues, you spot a cute little clothing shop and drag Noya inside.
âI have to get something to send Yachiâ you reason.
Noya chuckles as he follows you into the shop and starts to look around to see if there were any shirts heâd like. He was getting a bit low on clean shirts.
As Yuu looked through the menâs apparel, you peruse through the dresses, trying to find something cute to send to your lower-classman.Â
Your hand stills as you find a beautiful hand-dyed blue and turquoise sundress in your size on one of the racks. It was short-sleeved with fabric that felt incredibly soft to the touch.
You flag down an employee and ask in English if you could use a fitting room. The woman smiles at you and nods, leading you to one and leaving you be. You close the curtain and slip into the dress, looking up into the full length mirror.
Your eyes widen. This dress looked like it was tailor made for you.
It hugged your body just the right amount while still being flowy. It came past your knees and when you twirled, it flared out beautifully, making you feel like frolicking in a meadow.
It was perfect.
You walk out of the fitting room, the clothes you walked in with in your arms. You speak to the cashier and immediately pay for the dress. They give you a cute paper bag to hold your old clothes. You look around the shop, looking for your best friend.
âHey, Nishi, where are ya?â you call out, not quite yelling.
You see a hand shoot up behind a tall display in the menâs section. You chuckle softly before heading over to him, still talking before seeing him.
âHey, you wanna get out of here and get some dessert? Iâm thinking of finally getting that gelato I wanted earlier.â You say casually.
Noya replies, still not able to see you, speaking as he rounds the tall display.
âYeah, that sounds good to m-âÂ
He freezes at the sight of you, speechless. In that moment, time stood still.
Nishinoya had seen so many wonderous and magnificent things in his life and during these past few months. But in that moment, they all meant nothing.
Nothing heâd ever seen in all his years on this earth, could compare to the near-angelic sight of you in that dress. He couldnât begin to describe it. Was this the wine kicking in? What had happened to his best friend that he had just argued with over the dinner bill 20 minutes ago? Where did she go? Because the person in front of him was certainly not human. This being before him had to be a divine goddess, seeming to have stepped out of the Mediterranean with the colors of sea adorning her every curve.Â
You wave a hand in front of his face, chuckling a bit as you raise a brow at his sudden out-of-character silence.
âEarth to Nishi~! Whatâs got you all spaced out? Am I so beautiful that youâre speechless~?â you joke.
Noya takes a moment to gain back his ability to form words, blinking as he tries to get his bearings. If only you knew that that was exactly what had him spaced out.
He chuckles, trying to cover his slip-up. âNah, just thinking. You think I could convince one of those gondola guys to let me try steering one of their boats?â
You roll your eyes with a fond smile, a small snort leaving you as you two leave the shop, giving a small wave goodbye to the cashier.
âNot likely, man. Youâd probably have better luck climbing Everest. Those gondolas are those menâs livelihood. I doubt theyâd let you even touch the oar.â
Noya scoffs, pretending to be offended.
âHey, I can be VERY convincing. And besides, I bet I could take on one of those boat guys. They havenât seen moves like mine!â
You shake your head with a small smile as you two walk over another small bridge. You both start walking back to where you were staying as the sun starts to go down, turning the sky to a blend of gold and fuchsia.Â
As you walk, Noya walks a bit behind you, his steps slower as he gazes at you in that dress, entranced. He sees you looking out at the setting sun with a soft smile, your skin glowing in the light of the golden hour with that dress of yours billowing gently.Â
You looked like this very spot was where you were always meant to be.
This whole journey, travelling the world, seeing all there is to see...he realizes he wouldnât have wanted anyone else with him. You were with him for every birthday, every failed test, every winning game and every loss. Youâd been there for his every up and down, and heâd been there for all of yours in turn. He knew heâd do anything for you, for your happiness and health. And he knew youâd do the same for him. You two had been together for forever. So...
How did it take him this long to realize he loved you?
You look over your shoulder at him, smiling as you laugh softly.
âWhatâs got you so quiet Nishi?â
Your beautiful smile and melodic laughter make something in him snap.Â
He quickly steps close to you, taking your hand in his as his eyes looked at you with realization and slight surprise before smiling a bit.Â
Before he can talk himself out of it, he leans in and kisses your cheek, whispering
âYou look amazing in that dress.â
Your face suddenly burns, turning crimson at his kiss and his words. You two bantered and pretended to flirt on occasion, but you never kissed each other on the cheek or anything. And the soft, reverent tone to his voice was new. What happened to your goofy best friend that threw a party when he suddenly grew 3 centimetres taller than you in middle school? And had he always smelled this nice? Like sandalwood and lemongrass... Who was this man before you that was making your stomach flutter?
âWhat?â you ask, trying to figure out whatâs going on.
He gently squeezes your hand in his, seeming to be working through something in his head. This was so unlike the confident and outgoing Nishinoya you usually saw. He spoke uncharacteristically soft as he looked into your eyes, seeming to have found a bit of his usual confidence, leaning in a little closer.
âI said you look amazing in that dress.â
Your breath hitches a little, your skin feeling a bit tingly at his closer proximity. Why did he suddenly have this effect on you? You try to speak, though its weak
âYuu, what are you-âÂ
Before you can finish your sentence, he brings your hand up to his lips and kisses the back of it, his eyes holding a rare sincerity as he speaks in a gentle voice.
âIâm finally seeing what I should have seen a long time ago. Youâve been next to me since diapers. Weâve been through thick and thin and Iâm an idiot for not seeing you sooner.â
Your eyes widen and you can feel your heart go into overdrive as you try to process everything heâs saying.
âNoya, are you saying-â
He cups your cheek, your words dying on your tongue at the soft touch.
â(Y/n), can I try something?â he asks gently. You nod slowly, your breath feeling a bit shallow.
âWhat did you wanna try?â you ask breathlessly. He looks at you, a bit nervous about what he wants to do.Â
His voice is a bit apprehensive âDo you trust me?â
This is Nishinoya. Heâd seen you through everything and was probably the person you trusted the most out of anyone in the world. You nod again, responding without hesitation. âWith my life.â
His lips quirk up a bit at your response, feeling a bit better. âOkay then... Close your eyes.â he requests.
You look up at him before taking a deep breath and going along with his words, shutting your eyes. âSo help me, if you decide to tickle me-â
In an instant, thereâs a pair of slightly chapped lips pressing gently against yours, the scent of Noyaâs favorite candy filling your senses. Your veins fill with an intense but pleasing warmth and your feet feel like they arenât touching the ground. You tentatively kiss back, softly squeezing the calloused hand that soon intertwined with yours as the kiss slowly deepened.
All the rest of the world had fallen away, leaving only you two.Â
Slowly, you pull away from each other, opening your eyes to meet the otherâs gaze, both a bit rosy-cheeked and stunned. Noya groans in mock annoyance. âDang it, we couldâve been doing that all this time~.â
You laugh at his remark, tugging on his hand and pulling him back to you. âGuess we have some lost time to make up for~â
He grins impishly. âI think youâre right~â
He kisses you again but with more passion, more need, trying to make up for all the years without your touch.
That night, your bed was a bit cramped, with strong arms holding you in a tight embrace, but you didnât mind~
--THE END--
-A/N: Heeeey guys... I know Iâve been gone for forever, but life was kind of kicking my ass for a while there. I started this one like a year and a half ago or something and it sat untouched for a while. I canât promise Iâm back for good, but I swear I AM alive.
A/N: I kept imagining what he'd be like as a dad, and what he'd go through after finding out that he is one.
TW: Slight Angst, Suggestive Themes, Fluff
It had just been a drunken one night stand.
You'd been pretty tipsy at the bar, trying to get over your long-term boyfriend-turned-ex who cheated on you.
The next thing you knew, you were kissing an equally drunk, very handsome blonde with red wings, and dragging him out of the bar and into your bed.
You awoke the next morning alone, with an ache in your back and a killer hangover.
It wasn't until you missed your next period that you realized what you'd done.
And that was how you got your little buddle of joy, Sen.
You tried to find the guy who'd turned you into a single mom, but you couldn't remember his name. You were pretty sure he'd used a fake name anyway, since it sounded like the name of a bird. Heron? Eagle? You couldn't quite remember.
Your family pestered you with questions about who the father was, but were ultimately supportive of your choice to keep the baby. You got a place not far from your parents, who helped you with raising your daughter and were there to give you advice and support when you needed it.
Your little Sen looked just like her father, golden hair and daffodil eyes with a smile that could melt even the iciest of hearts.
Eventually, you caught sight of him on the news one night after putting your 3 year-old to bed. He was saving hostages from a bank hold-up, his red wings spread wide as he used his feathers to get people out of the building.
Turned out; the father of your child was the freaking number two hero of Japan.
Your first instinct was to freak out. What if paparazzi found out about your daughter? After all, she was clearly her father's child. What if villains targeted her for being related to him? What if-
But then you did some digging into the winged hero and found out he operated mostly in Fukuoka, which was a relief, because you lived 10 hours away in Okayama. Well, it was 3 hours by air (you checked flights to see how far he would've had to fly), so Hawks must have just stopped over for a night of letting loose to get away from his hero life that night.
After that, you just went about your days like normal. You never tried to contact the pro-hero, nor did you ever tell your daughter. She didn't need to know that her father was someone who she'd never be able to meet. Nor did she need to know that he had no idea that she even existed.
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"Mama! Ice-cream!" your small daughter exclaimed excitedly as she held onto your hand, pointing towards an ice-cream stall.
You smile down at your blonde 4 year-old and chuckle softly, watching as her little red tufts of feathers wiggle excitedly.
You were visiting your brother in Tokyo and had brought your little one to see the sights and her uncle, whom she hadn't seen since New Years.
A lot had happened in the hero world, what with a major battle against a villain organization that had proved fatal for some pro-heroes. You had silently hoped that Hawks wasn't one of them, and when his name wasn't on the list of the deceased, you breathed a small sigh of relief.
You pick up your little golden-haired child and held her in your arms as you kissed her nose playfully.
"Sure, sweetheart~. How about we get some ice-cream and then go to the playground?" you offer, smiling as you hear your daughter giggle happily.
"Okay!" she replies, smiling brightly.
You walk up and get a small dish of ice-cream for your daughter and a medium for yourself, handing the smaller one to your child who is still in your arms.
"Here you go, sweetie"
As your daughter is about to take a lick of her frozen dessert, you stop her.
"Sen, what do we say to the nice man who just gave us ice-cream?" you prompt, waiting for her to say it.
The little girl turns towards the teenager behind the stall, and smiles.
"Thank you, mister!" she says, beaming.
The young man smiles at the sight, clearly endeared by the adorable small child.
"You're welcome" he says as the two of you walk away towards the park.
She gobbles down her ice-cream in the blink of an eye, throwing away her container and rushing over to the playground to walk up the steps and go down the slide as you watch from the nearby bench and finish your own frozen treat.
Suddenly, Sen loses her footing, and your world seems to go in slow-motion.
As she starts to fall off the play structure, you run to save her, your feet carrying you faster than they ever have before, your arms outstretched, prepared to catch your child.
But someone else gets there before you do.
"Woah there little bird! Careful now. Don't want you getting hurt, now.~" says a smooth, masculine voice.
You look up to see a familiar hero holding your daughter aloft, having caught her mid-fall in his arms.
The little girl looks at the citrine-haired man with wide eyes, amazement and wonder in her expression.
"Angel?" she asks, looking at his sparsely feathered wings, trying to reach for his feathers.
The blonde male chuckles as he looks down at the child with a bright television-worthy smile.
He pauses as he notices her saffron hair and amber eyes.
"Achoo!"
Your eyes widen as you rush forward and take your child from his arms, watching as her crimson baby feathers ruffle as she sneezes.
The man's eyes widen as he sees you and looks down at the child in your arms that resembles him so much, slowly piecing things together as he steps back.
You back up, holding your daughter close.
"Mama, you're squishing me!" she giggles, not sensing the change in atmosphere.
Her voice jolts you out of your trance and you look down at your child in your arms, checking her for injuries.
"Sorry, honeybee. Are you ok? Did you get hurt?" you ask, checking her over.
The little one in your arms shook her head.
"Nuh-uh. The angel saved me from getting hurt!" she said, smile on her face as she looked over at the blonde man.
You look over at him and awkwardly bow.
"T-Thank you, sir. We should be going-" you begin, about to step away before he steps closer, his hand outstretched, but not reaching you.
"Hang on. You...we... is she..?" he started, clearly trying to find the words for this situation.
You hold your daughter away from him and step back.
"N-No...she's not" you respond unconvincingly, not able to look him in the eye.
The blonde scoffs. "Really? Cause she sure looks a lot like me. Practically a carbon copy."
You glare at him holding her close as you set down at the young girl.
"Sen, sweetie, why don't you go play in the sandbox over there while mama thanks this nice man?" you say softly.
The small child nods happily and runs off towards the nearby sandbox where you could keep an eye on her. You then sit down on the bench from before and pat the spot next to you as you look at the man you'd dreaded meeting.
"Well?" you ask, raising a brow with an unenthusiastic expression.
He took a seat next to you, rubbing his face as he groaned.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, looking at the ground.
You scoff mirthlessly. "And how would I have done that? Not like you left a name or number to contact you." you respond a bit bitterly.
The man winces slightly. "Yeah, that was kind of a dick move on my part. But I'm sure you know who I am. You could've come to my agency, or something."
You roll your eyes. "And what would I have said? 'Oh hey, one of the top heroes knocked me up in a one-night stand, let me see him'? Yeah, I'm sure THAT would've gone well."
Hawks sighs as he runs a hand over his face.
"You're not wrong... but still, you could've called my agent or... something. Anything to let me know."
You rub your temple as you let out a sigh. "And what could you have done? You're a top hero, and have a reputation to uphold. You have a lot of female fans that like you because you're hot and single and they can dream of dating you. We would've hurt your image."
The man groaned as he put his head in his hands. "I hate that you're right...goddammit..."
You give him a sympathetic smile as you pat his back reassuringly.
"Hey...it's ok. You can walk away. I wouldn't even blame you. I don't expect you to suddenly become a father, especially after everything you've had to go through recently. I promise I won't ask for money or tell anyone."
The topaz-eyed hero looked up at you, before looking up and glancing at his daughter playing in the sandbox, her tiny wings spread out as she pretended she was digging for buried treasure. A small smile crept up his face as he watched her.
"Nah. I think she might be exactly what I need right now. Hell, I bet the media would be happy to see me playing the doting father role." he half chuckled.
You narrowed your eyes as you grasped his chin and made him look at you, your voice drenched in venom and warning.
"My daughter is not a prop for you to use to increase your popularity, Hawks. Whether you're her biological father or not."
The hero's eyes widened at your tone and raised his hands in surrender with a smile.
"Hey now, I was just kidding! I would never do such a thing to my own kid."
You continued to glare at him as you released him and looked back at your child with a softer expression.
"She's a wonderful girl, you know. She's so curious and adventurous." you say gently.
The man looked back at his child and smiled. "She seems like it. And if you'd let me, I'd like to be there for those adventures."
You glance his way as you chuckle softly. "Maybe. I'll give you a 2 month trial. Then we'll talk."
Hawks smirked as you looked your way.
THE END
"Deal~."
EPILOGUE
"Papa!"
A/N: Not sure if I love this one, but I might edit it later
A/N: Based off the song "Friends to Lovers" by Melina KB. For some reason, was really feeling some Izuku angst.
TW: ANGSTY AF, Implied cheating, Massive Insecurities
Joining Class A in third year made you feel a bit weird.
Sure, you were over the moon to have gotten into your dream school, but it was so hard to move away from your parents and friends back home.
But your worries about not fitting in were quelled by the super cute freckled boy you met your first day.
"I'm Midoriya. Welcome to Class A!" He greeted you with a blindingly bright smile.
Midoriya was gracious enough to show you around the school, rambling as you two walked around. You smiled as you listened to his words.
Cute, kind, and dorky. You felt your cheeks becoming warm as you continued to stare to him, noticing the way his forest-green eyes shown as he spoke.
Damn, was he pretty.
Midoriya became your first friend at UA, introducing you to his own friend group, helping you expand your social circle. You ended up in the seat next to him too, so you always got a perfect view of his adorable freckles and smile.
It was nice.
He greeted you with a beaming grin every morning and always helped you with homework when you needed it.
After a few months of close friendship, everyone was teasing you two about you guys seeming to be practically dating and you two swearing it was just platonic. Finally, the day before graduation, you went to his dorm room, intending to confess your feelings.
When he opened the door, he was shirtless in gray joggers and was panting a bit with sweat dripping down his brow.
"(Y/n)? W-What are you doing here? It's nearly curfew." He asked, sounding a bit out of breath.
"Why are you breathing heavy?" You asked back instead of answering his own query.
"O-Oh! I was just working out." He responded immediately.
You laughed a bit. Of course he'd be working out, even at this time of day. The guy was determined.
"So, what're you doing here?" He reiterated his previous inquiry.
Your face flushed as you remembered why you'd wanted to see the mossy-haired boy.
"A-actually, can I come in? It's kind of private..." You replied, your face turning redder at your own words as you looked down at the now very interesting floor.
You didn't see it, but the boy in front of you became a bit pinker at your request.
"S-Sure. Come in. " He replied, stepping aside to allow you in.
As you walked into his room, you'd noticed that it was full of All Might memorabilia and some gym equipment like hand weights and a stationary bike along with a desk and chair.
Midoriya walked over to pull out his desk chair for you and took a seat on his own bed facing you.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" He asked kindly, his voice full of patience and care.
You kept your eyes to the floor as you took a deep breath.
It was now or never.
"I-I..." you started, voice trembling.
You took another deep breath and looked up to meet a pair of curious emerald eyes.
"Midoriya, I love you." You said with as much confidence as you could muster.
The curiosity in those eyes changed to surprise as their owner stammered, struggling to find his voice.
"You don't have to give me an answer. I just wanted you to know." You said as your gaze fell to the floor again. You stood from your chair to leave until you felt a hand on your shoulder.
"Wait! You didn't let me respond!" Midoriya said, sounding a little panicked.
You turned around to face the boy, only to be faced with his worried expression that softened when he saw that you were facing him.
"I like you too." he said, voice soft and sincere.
Something in you snapped and you leaned forward to bring your lips to his.
Midoriya was surprised by your actions, but soon reciprocated, kissing back passionately as his hands came to hold you by the waist.
You soon found yourself backing him up until he was sitting on his bed and you were in his lap, legs on either side of his.
Hormones were running high as he pulled you closer and changed the position, having you under him with your back on the bed and him on top of you.
You pulled him down for another kiss, having dreamt of this moment for months and feeling like you were on cloud nine.
The rest of the night the two of you were rather....occupied.
-Timeskip-
For the next year or so, you were in a daze, blind to everything around you except work and your wonderful boyfriend, Deku.
You found he was just as caring and kind in your relationship as he was as a friend.
But as time went on, you slowly came down from your lovesick haze.
The first thing that started to lift the veil from your eyes was at the Class A Reunion Christmas party, where you found out that Midoriya and Ochako had gotten matching elf costumes. He told you it was just a silly tradition that had started in second year and how was just for fun.
You had planned for you two to wear matching Santa and Mrs. Claus outfits, but you didn't want to ruin the mood, so you let it go while trying not to hold it against them.
Then, during the party, the two seemed to get awfully chummy, dancing together and even partnering up for a few slow songs. You tried to brush it off, after all, they'd been friends for years, of course they were allowed to dance with each other.
Even after Midoriya kissed under the mistletoe and gave you a beautiful emerald necklace as your Christmas present, there was still a small amount of doubt in your heart that you soon pushed down in favor of trying to enjoy the holiday with your boyfriend.
The next incident was when you found out that Midoriya had partnered with Ochako for a rescue mission without you.
Normally, that wouldn't have been a big deal, but it was one that your quirk would've been better suited for and you had been free at the time.
When you confronted your boyfriend about it later, he almost sounded defensive.
"Her agency was closer to the site and there wasn't much time. It was just business, I promise, dear." he said, stepping forward to bringing you into an embrace and rest his chin atop your head.
You hummed, not fully satisfied, but knowing that lying wasn't really in character for him. He wouldn't lie to you.
He lied to you.
Sure, not telling you or talking to you about his quirk wasn't exactly lying. But that wasn't the point.
You found out that Midoriya hadn't told you the truth about his quirk from Ochako.
Midoriya had run to use the bathroom in the middle of group movie night and the brunette had turned to Tsu and Iida, a thought suddenly popping in her head.
"You guys remember when Deku's black whip first manifested back in first year?" she asked.
Tsu and Iida both nodded while you cocked your head to the side in confusion. What? What did she mean 'first manifested in first year?'
You heard her mention how he had come to her, Sero, and Tsuyu for advice on how to best utilize it, and how after Float manifested as well, he came to her alone for more training and how they still sometimes work together so that he can get the hang of it.
As the three reminisced about first year, you tuned out their conversation and actually stayed zoned out for the rest of the night, attempting to comprehend what Ochako had said.
You talked to Izuku later that night and found out that he had actually kept his quirk a secret from you, though for good reason.
You understood his reasoning, but you didn't understand why he hadn't told you that he was training with Ochako every week without telling you.
He reassured you that it was only training and nothing else, and that he saw her as a sister.
It wasn't until you caught him looking at her at a concert the five of you went to that you realized how screwed you were.
You were behind him, about to surprise him after coming back from getting snacks, and you saw him looking longingly to the left.
You followed his gaze at saw that he was looking at your brunette friend, his expression anything but platonic.
You wanted to cry, but instead held it in and went to sit down next to him, trying to act like everything was ok.
Over the next few weeks, you noticed more things that caused you to doubt your relationship with the green-eyed male.
He came home one afternoon after stopping off at Uraraka's place (he said he had left his watch there after your last group movie night), and had what looked like a hickey on his neck.
You were heartbroken, but tried to rationalize that there was probably a reason for it, asking him casually what happened.
He looked a bit nervous and told you it was from a kitchen accident at her place.
You didn't fight him on it, instead accepting the excuse as you went to bed next to him, nearly crying as you curled into yourself.
You woke up the next morning to an empty bed and turned on the TV, watching the news. It was an interview with Izuku. The interviewer asked him questions about you, and he replied happily.
But when they asked questions about Ochako... he looked excited and spoke fondly of her, praising her hardwork and her determination. He spoke so highly of her, and laughed as he recounted a funny rescue story where she was involved.
The entire thing just broke your heart. You realized you were just 2nd place in his heart... why was he even dating you when he clearly loved her?
You shook your head, breaking out of your trance as you step back. You look around the room and start to pack up your things. You were done being a third wheel in your own relationship.
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A/N: Funny story, I accidentally posted this early and had not intended to have this be the end. I hadn't written it the end yet and instead of "Save Draft" clicked "Post". Whoops. Didn't realize I'd even posted it until it already had multiple likes and a couple comments! Sorry yo! So yeah, working on a good ending. Feel free to leave suggestions!
A/N: This is a part of my new series âThe Big Questionsâ. As a side note, they are all stand-alone fics, not related to each other, just connected through the idea of them each being based off of the prompts âWho, What, Where, When, Why, and Howâ
TW: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Slight swearing
The convenience store 2 blocks from your house had always been a special place to you. Especially since that was where youâd always meet your best friend.
Who was also your biggest annoyance.
Youâd known Oikawa Toru since the two of you were in elementary. Your mom and his were friends with each other and both your older sisters became best friends when they were little.Â
Which meant that your families hung out together a lot, whether it was your sister babysitting you two so Oikawaâs sister could come over too, or visa verse, it resulted in you two coming into contact a lot.Â
Eventually, the two of you got older and would get tired of the older siblings and adults, and would wonder off. In the beginning, you two were only allowed out a half-block past the house. But as you both grew, that distance got wider, until eventually, in your 2nd year of middle school, you were allowed as far as the convenience store.
You two would hang out there all the time. It was where you would get every celebratory ice-cream after Oikawaâs victories, and where you would go whenever you needed a cheap bowl of ramen after failing a test.
The store employees all knew you and Oikawa by name, and would ask where the other was if only one of you came in.
It was your store. Yours and his. It would always be that way.
-
âI said one ice-cream, not ten!â you exclaimed, seeing the setter with his arms full of assorted frozen desserts.
âBut I couldnât choose! Iâll share some with you if you like!â he said, trying his best to sound like a little kid.
You shook your head. âNope. I will get you...âÂ
You stop to grab a random treat from his arms,Â
âThis one. There, I made the decision for you, now put the rest back.âÂ
The brunette pouted again, but you were having none of it.
âNo. Thatâs not working on me, ToTo.â you stated firmly.
âHey! Donât call me that!â
âThen stop acting like a child and put the rest of that back before it melts and I have to pay for all of it!â you shot back.
Begrudgingly, the teen put back all the sweets heâd procured, walking back to you with a huff.
âYou couldâve at least gotten 2 or 3 of them...â he muttered, just loud enough for you to hear.
âHell no. If I let you eat that many sweets before a game, Iwa will have my head.â you stated, shivering at the thought of gaining Iwaizumiâs ire.
Iwaizumi Hajime had become your friend soon after you met him. He was able to put up with Toruâs bullshit and help keep him in line, and you respected the hell out of him for it. Was he sometimes a bit too harsh? Sure, but Oikawa kind of deserved it, seeing as he could be a real ass when he wanted to be.
The brunette beside you seemed to get a chill up his spine at the thought of Iwa getting upset with him.
âNevermind! One is plenty!â the tall male stated, having changed his tune after being remind of his teammateâs temper.
âGood.â you said, glad to have him on the same page.
After getting your drink and Oikawaâs ice-cream, you made your way to school. Toru had a match the next day against Karasuno, and it was a big one.
âI am going to destroy that stupid little prodigy and his shrimp.â Oikawa seethed, suddenly looking serious.
âHim and that dumb little shorty are not getting in my way. Iâm going to win against Ushiwaka, if itâs the last thing I do.âÂ
You snorted, breaking Toru out of his focus.
âWhatâs so funny?â he asked, offended by your laughter.
âItâs just you. Iâm not used to seeing you so serious off the court. Itâs a bit funny, especially when youâre holding a strawberry ice-cream in your hands while giving a death glare to the sidewalk.â you chuckled.
âI can be serious!â Oikawa shouted, sounding like a petulant child.
You laughed again. âYeah, and pigs have wings.â
Toru huffed, turning and walking away from you like the drama queen he was.
He would never admit it, but Toru liked how you never gave into his shit. You never fell for his tricks or charms, and it was refreshing. He could be himself with you. You and Iwaizumi were the only people he didnât have to worry about letting down or disappointing. Sure, he loved the praise and the limelight, but the rest of the world just liked his face, skill, and fell for his charisma (though he couldnât blame them).
Which was why he loved going to the convenience store with you, occasionally having Iwa tag along. It was like a second home. The shelves of snacks that you and he had tried all of; the smell of freshly made food for the hot case; even the chill that always came from the freezer section, it was all so familiar and comfortable. He knew he could always rely on lifting his spirits there, especially if you were beside him.
That was...until he lost to Karasuno and lost his chance to go up against Shiratorizawa.
You were there for the game with your big sister who was in town. Youâd seen the whole thing.Â
Your first instinct had been to rush to Toru and Hajime and hug them as tight as you could until the tears came down... but you held back.
You knew that trying to console them now would be hard. Oikawa hadnât seen you there, and you had planned to surprise him and Iwa after they won, like saying âI say the whole thing! You guys were amazing!â
But you knew if they found out that, on top of losing, you were also there and saw the whole game, it would likely just hurt their prides.
So, you stayed back, waiting until they were out of the double doors of the gymnasium. Slowly, you and your sister made your way back to her car. You caught a glimpse of the Aoba Josei team, but quickly pulled your sibling further into the crowd before any of the team could spot you.
You went home that night, tired and teary eyed as you laid on your bed.Â
You knew how much Toru and Iwa had practiced and worked for the chance to play against Ushiwaka again, and how much beating Karasuno meant to them, especially Oikawa. You were heartbroken for them.
Knock Knock Knock
That was weird. Who would be visiting your house at this hour? Your parents were out on a date night and your sister was staying at a hotel.Â
You grabbed a heavy flashlight and your phone before carefully walking down the stairs to the front door.
Knock Knock
There came the same sound again. You slowly peeked outside the door only to see...
âHey.â
It was Toru.Â
He looked awful
He was dressed in black jogging pants, a plain white t-shirt with a blue hoodie jacket, and his favorite pair of adidas sandals. His eyes were a bit red and puffy, as was his nose.
âHey, you donât look great. You wanna come in?â you asked hesitantly, knowing he was still upset about the match but not wanting to let on that you knew, but also not wanting to remind him of it by making him say why he was upset.
âActually, you mind walking with me to the store? Itâs kind of late and I donât want to get stabbed.â Oikawa says, letting out a half-hearted laugh and a forced smile. He was trying to hide the pain.
You gave a half-smile in return.Â
âSure.â
You quickly wrote a note for your parents about where you were going, and walked outside, sliding the front door closed.
After a few minutes of unusually awkward silence, you finally speak up just as the convenience store comes into view.
"So... did you wanna talk or someth-â
âI saw you.â the brunette says. Thereâs no doubt or hesitance. Itâs not a question, itâs a stating of a fact.Â
âWhat do you mean?â you ask, trying to play dumb.
âI saw you dragging your sister through the crowd after the match. Iâd know you both anywhere.â he stated.
You sighed, knowing that the jig was up.
âHow much of the game did you see?â he asked, not looking at you.
âAll of it.â you say plainly. There was no point trying to deny it.
By the time the words leave your mouth, you both are at the entrance. Oikawa opens the door for you silently, which you step through and quietly thank him.
âSo you saw everything?â he asked once inside and after nodding at the lone employee behind the counter who had looked up only to see you two and wave kindly before returning to their book.
âYeah. I did.â you reply.
Oikawa then makes his way to the back of the store, over to his favourite corner which held his precious milk bread and was close to the freezer section filled with ice-cream.
You eye Toru as he remains quiet. His uncharacteristic sullenness being so foreign to you.
Without a sound, you come from behind and hug him.
You feel him freeze before his muscles relax and he turns around bend down and hug you properly.
You feel small drops of liquid soak into the fabric of your clothed shoulder, but donât say anything. You just keep holding tightly to the boy before you. Eventually, his body gave in, and you both slowly descended to the floor, still embracing the other.
You hear his almost inaudible whimpers and you begin to pat his head gently, whispering words of encouragement.
âItâs ok. You did everything you could. You gave it everything you had. You did so well out there.â you said softly, hoping that you could bring the brown-eyed male some comfort.
It took a few minutes for the boyâs quiet sobs to die down. When they did, he pulled away, only to nuzzle back into your embrace as he re-encircled your form in his arms.
âYou mind if we just stay here?â he asked, though it sounded more like a plea.
You chuckled a bit. âAs in on the floor of the convenience store?â
Toru nodded. âJust for a bit longer. I like it here.â he stated in a gentle tone.
You smiled softly as you held him closer. âMe too.â
-THE END-
A/N: I was working on this on and off for a few months, and I swear, this gave me so much trouble at first, and now Iâm finishing it, even though I have work first thing in the morning!! Anyway, hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading this!
Between the Lines of Fear and Blame - Gojo Satoru x GN! Reader
A/N: Inspired loosely by the song âHow to Save a Lifeâ by The Fray (hence the title). SLIGHT spoilers for ch.78.
TW: Parental Abuse, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Swearing
You hadn't had a good relationship with your father for most of your life.
The man was a well-respected jujutsu sorcerer, having become one of the most powerful special grade sorcerers at a rather young age. He went on to have a highly successful career in saving people and defeating special grade curses.
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He'd met your grade 2 sorcerer mother on a group mission, and they got married a few years later, and they had you about 3 years into their marriage.
The first few years of your life were full of joy and laughter. Your mom taking you to the aquarium while your dad was on a mission; Your dad making you breakfast before walking you to your elementary school; Family outings to the park for picnics. It was the best childhood a kid could ask for.
At least, until a special grade killed your mother when you were 8 years old.
Your father had been away on assignment and had no knowledge of the incident until he returned home.
That day, the loving and kind man you'd always known, vanished. In his place, a bitter and hateful being was left.
Your father immediately started training you to become a jujutsu sorcerer, stating that if you stayed as weak as you were, you'd end up dead just like your mother.
The man would drink whenever he could, only ever sobering up just enough to go out on a mission to get paid.
He'd yell at you for every little mistake you made, sometimes even slapping you across the face when you'd done an especially poor job in his eyes. He'd deny you dinner if he deemed your day's performance "not good enough".
Your father's coworkers had no idea what the man was like at home. He would act like a perfect single parent whenever you two were out in public, and he'd trained you well in the art of acting. He'd taught you the correct responses to their questions and how to fake a smile convincingly. He would brag about you inheriting both his and your mother's techniques, boasting about how you would surely become a great jujutsu sorcerer one day.
Everyone always bought his "proud father" act. No one ever suspected a thing, or at least, if they did they never said anything out of fear of your father's power and influence.
When you were able to leave your father's house and attend the Jujutsu high school in Tokyo, it was both freeing and horrifying.Â
What if you weren't strong enough? How many meals would you be denied? Would the instructors be upset with your silence like your other school teachers?
To say it took a while for you to trust anyone would be an understatement. What made things worse was that you'd never been allowed to have friends growing up, so you weren't used to having people that you could talk to.
It was nice. Sure, you still carried the mental scars your father left you with, but you had no intention of ever talking about those. You planned on leaving all that trauma and all those horrible memories behind you.
That was, until you met Gojo Satoru.
He was one of your fellow first-years who had a tonne of potential. He and Suguru Getou were both extremely talented, making even some of the most difficult training look easy.
Outside of classes though, they were like regular teenagers; goofing off, playing pranks, and even sneaking out to see the city.
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Some mornings, you'd hear Ieiri groan exasperatedly, to which you would open your dorm door, only to see her throw some poor unsuspecting creature out of her room. They ranged from anywhere from Whip Spiders to Chipmunks. One time, a stray cat was even released into her room (probably Suguru's idea, as Gojo seemed to favour large insects and arachnids), which Ieiri kept around to get rid of anymore random critters that the two boys tried to let loose into her dorm. She named the cat "Hunter". He was a cute little apex predator and protected his domain well.
No one ever tried anything with you though. After you almost had a breakdown from finding a handful of centipedes in your bed, everyone agreed that you were maybe not a fun person to prank.
Instead, when your peers realized how shy and quiet you were, they tried to break you out of your shell. They would try to be friendly to you, greeting you in the morning and inviting you to have lunch with them, though no one pressured you.
Except Gojo.
The guy was fascinated by you. Here you were, the only offspring of one of the most powerful jujutsu sorcerers, yet you never mentioned your family. Everyone in the jujutsu world (at least in Japan) knew what happened to your mom - it was a big deal at the time and everyone knew to never bring it up - so he understood you not wanting to talk about her, but you never spoke of your father either.
He expected you to be some big shot powerful sorcerer with a boisterous personality and hoped you'd be a great sparing partner. He kind of expected you to be like himself, what with your background and having inherited both your family's techniques. Funnily enough, he only knew about your paternal one, "Eye of Ra", since you bore the same intricate birthmark as your father on your right eye, and your motherâs family hadnât been as much of a big name as your fatherâs. He knew your technique allowed you to manipulate light, which meant you could do anything from blinding others to even creating visual illusions. If you wanted to, you could absorb the light in a room and turn it into physical weapons, like create swords of light that could deal physical damage.Â
Gojo expected you to be a confident and powerful ass-kicking badass with a take-no-shit attitude that he could riff off of.
But instead, he met you.Â
This timid little creature that flinched at the sound of someone raising their voice and who barely ever spoke. You were reluctant to use your powers around others, which baffled the male. Why would you want to hide your powers? Had you not mastered them already? Why would you shy away from others when they got angry? Were you really THAT weak?
Yet, despite appearances, whenever you were sent on a solo mission, you always came back successful and unscathed, even against grade 2 curses. You never boasted about how easy the task was or how great a job you'd done. Instead, you'd just report as was standard protocol, and scurry off to your room without a word to anyone.
Everything about you was just so...unexpected. Gojo had so many questions and no answers, which made him even MORE intrigued.
So, the white-haired male would follow you.
Not in a stalker-y way; he let you know he was there. He'd walk with you around campus, volunteer to be paired with you during one-on-one training, even offer to study with you during breaks. The guy wouldn't leave you alone.
Eventually, Gojo got tired of you turning down his offers to hang-out together and instead would just drag you to wherever he had planned to go. He'd drag you to the library for study sessions, to the city for bubble tea, even out to the movies with snacks hidden in his pockets. He just wanted the chance to observe you and your reactions.
At first, you found his actions to be terrifying. What if he was dragging you away to a place where no one could witness him hurting you? What if he was trying to get you to let your guard down so he could attack you? What if he only wanted to use you to gain your father's favour?
Clearly, your past wasn't behind you.
Gojo was trying to get you to open up so he could learn more about his new favourite fascination, but as he did so, he also slowly began seeing you as a friend. You were a great listener, often sitting through his long rants about everything and nothing. He found it nice to know that you would come to him with questions about curses and normal teenager things.Â
He thought it was very odd that you knew almost nothing about regular life as a teen. What rock had you been living under? You hadn't seen any of the latest TV shows, had only seen like 4 movies, and had no idea what a "bff" was, among a long list of other such mundane things that Gojo had assumed everyone his age was aware of. This all only piqued his curiosity further.
After the first few months of Gojo's attempts to get closer to you, you slowly started to become more comfortable around him. Eventually, you got to the point where you were no longer scared to speak your mind with him, which gradually started to apply to others. You began talking more in and outside of class, even asking how other people's days had been (which was a big step for you, as it had previously taken everything in you not to run away whenever someone called out to you).
By the time 2nd year rolled around, you'd managed to gain 3 new friends and a significant confidence boost. It certainly helped that you also decided to stay in Tokyo instead of going back home. Everything was turning out great.
Until your father came to visit for a guest teacher lesson. All that time away from the old man had caused your acting skills to get a little rusty, but you still did your best to act like nothing was wrong, even when you were terrified.
Everyone was in awe of him, after all, he was like a celebrity with how well-known and powerful he was. They were all impressed by his strength and charisma which were on full display when he demonstrated difficult tactics for taking down multiple high-ranked curses at once and when he helped out with teaching curse anatomy.
To your peers, the man seemed as though he could do no wrong. He was strong and knowledgeable, with a healthy dose of respect for the schoolâs staff and principal, whom he chatted with as though they were old friends.
And of course, he played the part of a doting father perfectly, even giving you a big hug when he saw you for the first time, squeezing just a bit tighter than he needed to. Everyone fell for his award-winning act.
Except Gojo.
Gojo Satoru had a deep respect for the strong and powerful man who had saved hundreds, if not thousands of people, and at first noticed nothing out of the ordinary with you and your dad's relationship. It was natural that you'd avoid your parent when they came to your school. Afterall, what kid would want to be embarrassed in front of their friends by their clearly loving and over-praising parent?
However, it wasn't until Gojo actually started to observe how you acted around your dad that he started to grow suspicious.
It was the little things that most people wouldn't have noticed. You'd flinch just the tiniest bit whenever your old man placed his hand on your shoulder or patted your head. Your eyes would widen slightly in what sort of looked like fear whenever the guy would call your name. And whenever the older male asked to see you later, your hands would start to tremble a little.
As Gojo put on his dark purple sweatshirt and a black pair of jogging pants after a long day of training, he realized there were just too many things that didn't add up. Why did it seem like you were afrai-?
That was when the pieces started to fall into place.Â
The way you refused to go home for school holidays or summer break; The way you flinched at every move when you first transferred; Hell, even the way you stayed quiet and got spooked every time someone called out to you. It was all starting to make sense. It all pointed to a very dark and alarming conclusion.
And it was starting to make Satoru's blood boil.
HOW DID I NOT SEE IT?! The white-haired boy thought to himself as he ran towards your dorm room. He'd heard your dad ask to see you after class today, and after the realization he just came to, he knew he had to go check on you.
You were his friend, 2nd only to Suguru in terms of how close you two were. You listened to all his bullshit and his issues with his own family. You noticed whenever he was hiding something, being almost as observant as he was, and you were always there to hear him out or lift him up when no one was around and Suguru was off doing gods-know-what.
How could he have been so blind to something that now seemed so glaringly obvious?
The six eyes wielder ran faster at that thought. He needed to check on you. He needed to make sure you were ok.
By the time Satoru reached your door, it was dark out. Being his usual brash self, he immediately swung open the door without so much as a knock, worried that you were injured after seeing your old man.
What Gojo saw before him both worried and baffled him beyond anything he could've expected.
There you were, on the floor, hunched over, with the only light sources being your bedside lamp and the faint glow of the full moon. You were clad in a black tank top and loose gray running shorts, one knee brought close to your chest while the other leg was stretched out. Gojo could see the sweat glistening off your skin as your left hand stilled in it's rummaging through your drawer for pain medicine.
There were large red marks the size of fists on your arms that seemed to have already started to bruise. There were scrapes and cuts on your knees that looked pretty bad, and your hair looked like it had just been through a wind-tunnel.
You looked up when you heard the door open, pure terror in your glassy eyes as you feared your father had followed you, although he'd never done so before. The man only ever let you go when he felt your punishment for that particular infraction was finished, and never a second less. If he felt you hadnât been punished enough, he wouldnât have let you go in the first place.
Satoru's eyes widened in shock once he took in the sight of your face. The face that usually greeted him with a smile at the start of classes first thing every morning, was now so hard to recognize.
There was a dark mark around your right eye that looked a bit swollen and encompassed your "Eye of Ra" birthmark. Your lips were busted, a cut running down both of them on left side of your mouth. Your left cheek was screaming red with a barely-there outline of a large hand.
And yet, your injuries were only one of the two things that had the Limitless user stunned.Â
Yes, he was very concerned and worried about your current physical state, but the second thing he'd noticed was what gave him pause.
A warm and inviting indigo glow that Satoru didn't recognize was emanating from your right hand, which was hovering over one of your knees.
That was new... Last he checked, that wasn't what your technique looked like...
Your terrified expression seemed to relax for a moment once you realized who had entered your room. However, you soon panicked as you tried to think of a way to explain your injuries without actually telling the truth. Dammit! You had planned on having fixed yourself up before morning classes.
You decided to just wing it. "O-Oh! Hey, Satoru! I-uh- just got back from a jog! I fell on my way up the stairs to get back to campus, so I was just treating myself with this handy-dandy first-aid ki-"
"Did your old man do this to you?" the male asked seriously, though his tone was careful and non-threatening. He wasn't trying to press you for answers if you really didn't want to give any, but he also really hoped youâd tell him.
Your eyes widened in surprise before a pensive expression crossed your face. You stayed silent for a moment as you looked away from your best friend, and instead focused on your knee as the indigo light coming from your hand grew a bit brighter.Â
Gojo walked towards you and sat down near you, giving you your space but still letting you know he was there. The snowy-haired male watched in awe as the wounds on your knee began to heal under the soft glowing light that came from your palm.
After you finished healing both your legs (with Gojo watching in fascination the whole time), you finally spoke.
"....Yeah. He did." You say wearily. You sounded tired and defeated.
The teen looked up at the sound of your voice, but you kept your eyes on your work. You scooted backward until your back rested against the side of your mattress.
You then raised your other hand from the floor and it too began producing an indigo light. You started to hover your hands over each of the new injuries, going one at a time, the worse ones taking a bit longer. Satoru spoke up as you continued.
"How long has it been like this?" he asked, concern seeping into his tone.
You let out a shaky sigh as another tear falls from your eye.
"He's been like this ever since mom died. He's always making sure I'm doing everything right. He trained me everyday, and said that friends are just distractions, as are movies and television. He said that if I didn't become stronger, I'll just end up in the stomach of some curse."
You tried to take a deep breath to calm yourself. It didn't help.
"But he's.... he's never punched me before... Usually, it's just face slaps and hair-tugging. He said I deserved it for how bad I did today; For how much of an embarrassment I am to him. Said that my mother would be ashamed of me if she saw how weak I am...." you explained while slowly healing your would-be black eye. Your voice trembled as the tears started to build up again.
âIs he why you donât really use your technique around others?â Gojo asked. You couldnât tell what he was thinking.
You nodded. âI donât want others to see how bad I am with my powers. I donât want them to know Iâm just...âÂ
You stopped healing yourself and finally looked up at Gojo to meet his gaze through the dark circular shades he always wore. You looked at yourself reflected in the black glass.Â
All you saw was a weak little child staring back at you; a child with no skills and no use.
"I-I'm r-really weak... a-aren't I?" you smiled bitterly, tears streaming down your cheeks as your gaze moved back to the floor.
"I'm not the smartest or the strongest or the most clever. It takes so much for me to create a domain that I can b-barely sustain for more than 5 minutes. I-I'm only good with my studies b-because you and Shoko help me c-constantly. I'm always a nervous-wreck around others t-too, like some scared little m-mouse. Iâm just...I'm just a weakling..." you stated, keeping your eyes trained on the floor boards.
You then heard the sorcerer-in-training step closer to you and take a seat on the bed you were leaning against. There was a long pause that followed the movement, creating an awkward atmosphere.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Gojo spoke up.
âYouâve never been a weakling.â he stated honestly.
You looked back at your white-haired classmate, an incredulous look on your face as tears continued to fall.
âYou donât have to lie to make me feel better, Gojo.â you said.
âDo I look like a liar to you?â the boy asked jokingly, softly nudging you with his knee.
You laughed a bit. âYes. You look like the poster child for liars.â you replied with mirth in your voice.
Gojo let out a few laughs.
âWell, you got me there.â he responded with a chuckle that soon died. âBut Iâm not lying about this.â
The boy behind you lifted off the bed, removing his shades as he lowered himself into a seated position beside you.
âYou are not useless. You never have been. Iâve seen you on the training grounds. Iâve seen how well you handle yourself with and without weapons. Youâve survived solo missions against grade 2 curses and-â
âGojo, youâve taken out curses that are grade 1, though. My dispatching a few grade 2âČs is nothing compared to yo-â
The aforementioned male put a finger to your mouth, effectively stopping you.
âYou shouldnât interrupt people, (Y/n). Some might consider it rude~.â he said teasingly. You huffed but remained silent.
âAs I was saying,â he continued, removing his finger from your face.
âYouâve managed to utterly crush many grade 2 curses, even outdoing me in number of curses exorcised. Youâve managed to make it through your fatherâs abuse and the trauma that came with that, and still become a powerful sorcerer. Hell, from what Iâve seen, you have another ability that youâve yet to show anyone! By the way, what ability is that?â Gojo asked, his curiosity having finally caught up with him and causing him to de-rail his own speech.
You sighed as you looked at your hand, activating the indigo aura once again and hovering your hand over a bruise on your left arm. The boy next to you watched your movements with interest.
âItâs the family technique that I got from my mother. I never learned the name of it, but I know that it allows me to heal myself and others, though I donât use it often. My father never really let me near my motherâs family, saying that he had no intentions of letting their âweaknessâ rub off on me. So, I never got to learn much about this power. I think he just didnât want them to see me like this and take me away from him.â you said, a look of melancholy overtaking your features.
âMy dad hates whenever he sees me using it, so I donât do it out in the open if I can help it. I think because it reminds him of my mom, and then heâs reminded of her death.â
Gojoâs eyes remained focused on the glow emanating from your palm.Â
âHave you ever thought of fighting back?â he asked nonchalantly.
You turned quickly to the male next to you, a look of pure shock and terror plastered on your face.
âWhat?!â
The blue-eyed boy shrugged. âIâm just saying. If he were my old man, Iâd punch his lights out.â
You stared at the boy beside you.
âAre you kidding? Heâs a renowned sorcerer who has the respect of the whole jujutsu community, and not to mention decades of experience that I donât have. You seriously expect me to just go up to the man and say 'I challenge you to a fight you damn bastard'? What are you thinking?!â you exclaimed.
âIf you donât want to, Iâll do it for you.â Gojo replied, expression unreadable
You chuckled. âThatâs kind of you, but I canât ask that of anyone, let alone a frien-â you began.
âI mean it, (Y/N). I donât care if heâs the damn Messiah himself. He canât be allowed to get away with what heâs done to you. This ends now.â Gojo stated, about to get up.
Your eyes widened at the realization that Gojo was completely serious. You reached out your hand to grab his sweatshirt sleeve, stopping him.
âWait! Donât! Please...â you pleaded, worry and alarm evident in your eyes.
Gojo looked back at you with a look of frustration.
âAre you seriously defending a man that just beat the hell out of you?â he asked. The words came out harsher than heâd meant them. He was about to apologize, but you spoke before he could.
âI donât care about him, Iâm worried about you! Gojo, you canât face him. Heâs got so much more experience and power. You canât beat him! What do you think heâll do when he finds out that someone else knows about heâs done? Do you think heâll leave you alive to tell others?!â you shouted, scared of what would happen if Gojo went to your father. You finally had a friend that you could trust. You didnât want that to be taken away.
Gojo simply smirked at your words. âBelieve me, I wonât let myself be killed by someone like him.â he stated confidently.
You looked to the ground, letting go of the purple sleeve reluctantly.Â
â...he had surgery on his left knee last year. And he just recovered from his carpal tunnel.â you muttered, just loud enough for the boy to hear.
Gojo looked back at you with wide eyes before his expression softened a bit.
âThanks for the tips. Iâll keep those in mind.â he said, a small smile gracing his lips as he knelt back down to be face-to-face with you before placing his hands on your shoulders, causing you to bring your eyes up to meet his.
âIâm gonna make sure heâs never going to hurt you again. You hear me?â
You nodded as a small flicker of hope started to grow in your chest. Maybe Gojo could really do this. He was one of the strongest people you knew and if anyone could defeat your father, it was him.
With your silent confirmation, the white-haired male stood and made his way to the door. Before exiting, he looked back one more time.
âIâll be back in a bit!â he said, waving at you with a confident grin before walking out the door.
You waved back at the empty space, the fatigue from using your technique so much finally taking itâs toll on you. You tried to stay awake, worried for your friend, but your eyelids kept drooping and your blinks kept getting slower.
Eventually, you fell asleep right where you sat.
~Short Timeskip~
When Gojo arrived back at your room an hour and a half later, battered and bruised, he was surprised to find you off in dreamland in the same spot heâd left you in.
Gojo had defeated your father and called an ambulance for him, as heâd kind of beaten the guy bloody and knocked him unconscious. Heâd also gone through the guyâs phone and found under the blocked numbers, your motherâs family.Â
He called the main house and told them everything. Sure it was the middle of the night, but from the sounds of their reactions they didnât mind. Apparently, theyâd suspected something had been going on for a while. They just never had proof of any wrongdoing by your father that would give them custody of you.
With your abusive father and future living situation all taken care of, Gojo decided to head back to your room to deliver the good news.
However, when he was greeted with the sight of you fast asleep with your back against the side of your mattress, he couldnât help but smile a little. You just looked too precious.
He pulled back the blankets on your bed as quietly as possible. Then, with what strength he had left, Gojo carefully picked you up bridal style and placed you onto you bed.
However, just as he was about to leave, your hand gently reached out and grasped his sleeve.Â
The blue-eyed boy turned around expecting to see you awake, only to find that you were still letting out tiny snores.
He sighed before trying to pull out of your hold, only to find that your grip on his sweatshirt got tighter.
The boy could only chuckle at your unconscious behavior as he came to your side and sat on the bed. Eventually, he managed to reconfigure your positions so that he was laying next to you with his sleeve still in your grasp and the covers over both of you.
âYouâre safe now.â he said as he turned to face you, his unoccupied arm coming up to stroke your hair.Â
In your sleep, you let out a small hum as your lips curled into a soft smile.
It wasnât the end of your problems. You still had a long road ahead of you, but it was a good first step. And now, you had someone you could trust who would be there to lend a hand you when you needed it.
-THE END-
A/N: Iâve never written for Gojo before, so Iâm super sorry if heâs OOC. I tried my best though. Iâm happy that Iâve finally finished this dang thing, though Iâm sorry to all my people who wanted more fluffy things, but this song never really felt like a love song to me, and I wanted to stick to the vibes of the song.
A/N: Wrote this many years ago, but decided to come back to it and touch it up a bit.
TW: Fluff
The sound of wood being cut was the first thing to greet your ears as you opened your eyes.Â
You looked out the frost-covered window beside your bed, only to see the familiar tall stature of your blonde housemate out in the mid-calf deep snow, wielding an axe and cutting up logs in only a sweatshirt and thick pants.
You reached for your phone on your bedside table. It was still only 7 in the morning and the current temperature outside was -28 degrees C.
You sighed. "He knows better than to go out without his coat."
You'd known the "Nordics" since childhood, and had grown up in the same neighborhood as them for a few years. Even when they all moved back to their homelands, you all still kept in contact regularly.
When you had decided to moved into an apartment in Sweden, you were welcomed by all your friends with a party and booze, which ended with a very drunk Matthias needing to be cared out the door by Tino and Lukas while Emil and Berwald looked on in a mixture of amusement and disapproval.
However, about a month into your stay, your apartment was flooded due to a plumbing issue, and left you with nowhere to stay for at least a few months. Berwald came to help you pack up everything that could be salvaged, and even offered up his home for you to stay in. You had agreed, thankful for his generosity.
You didn't know that you'd be finding yourself still staying there a year later, since the house was three times the size of your apartment and Berwald had insisted that you stay with him instead of going back to that "run-down place". He had a point. The place was old and there was always something that needed to be fixed.
Even after having stayed with the Swede for over a year, you still worried for his health whenever he went out into the cold underdressed.
So, after climbing out of your comfy nest of blankets and putting on the fluffiest coat in the closet along with your thickest sweatpants and snow boots, grabbed Berwaldâs parka and headed out into the snowy wonderland.
âBerwald!â you called as you opened the back door, stepping outside and immediately noticing how the snow came up to your knees.
Said man stilled his axe at the sound of your voice. The male turned to see an image that made him almost chuckle.
There you were, trudging through the deep snow, bundled up in the large white fluffy coat he bought you (which he bought because he thought you looked cute in it), carrying his parka in your arms. You looked like a little snowshoe hare.
However, he soon became worried once he remembered how cold it was, and instead walked towards you to meet you half-way.
You reached up and put the large coat around the Swedeâs shoulders, sighing as you did so. âBer, I know youâre used to the cold, but youâre still human, and you need to stay warm! How many times must I remind you?â you scolded softly, not a trace of malice in your tone.
The manâs eyes softened at your actions, proceeding to put his arms through the sleeves of the winter garment. âTack.â he replied, a ghost of a smile on his lips.
You smiled. "You're welcome. Now, I'm going to head in and go make us something warm. I'll see you inside."Â
He nodded and turned back to the pile of yet to be chopped wood.
Stepping through the snow, you made your way back, taking off your coat and snow-covered boots once inside and changing into a pair of flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt that said 'Let Me Have My Coffee First.'Â It had been a gift from Berwald, and while it was too big to wear out, you found that it made the perfect sleep-shirt.
You contemplated what to make as you looked through the fridge and cabinets. Having found milk, heavy cream, and chocolate, you decided that hot chocolate was a good option.
Just as you grabbed a medium pot that was hanging, you heard the back door open, letting in a small gust from outside.
You peeked out from the corner of the kitchen to look at the man who'd just come in.
It was a little comical.Â
There he was; coat, pants, and boots all caked in snow, and a large arm-full of chopped logs in his hold. His hair and eyelashes still had snow stuck to them too, reminding you that you shouldâve brought him his hat too.
You smiled a little before returning to the kitchen, hearing the blonde setting down the wood in the metal firewood holder next to the fireplace in the living room.
"I'm done with the firewood." the man stated aloud in his usual monotone and heading upstairs, likely to change out of his current clothes and into something more comfortable.
"Ok! Just starting on the hot cocoa!" you called from the kitchen, pouring the milk and heavy cream into the pot as you put the heat to medium-low.
After a bit, you heard Berwald come back down the stairs and head into the living room. You heard him opening the flue of the chimney and putting logs into the fireplace as well as the sound of him striking a match.
You smiled at the thought of a nice warm fire to sit by.
You continued to smile as you absentmindedly stirred the milk and cream, making sure the mixture didn't scorch.
After a few minutes of stirring and then adding the chocolate and a bit of cocoa powder to undercut the sweetness, you finally turned the stove off and went to grab two mugs from the cupboard.
Unfortunately, the mugs were on the top shelf and you couldn't quite reach them, though it wasn't without trying.
Suddenly, there was a toned chest pressed against your back and a muscular arm steadied on the counter to the your right while the other reached up and easily grabbed both the handles of the mugs you were hoping to get.
"Here you go." Berwald said, backing up to hand you the cups and look into your eyes as you turned around to face him.
You had to suppress the blush that wanted to creep onto your cheeks from the blonde's close proximity. He wore a pair of black sweatpants that seemed to hang off his hips, and a grey t-shirt that hugged his form just enough that you could make out the faint outlines of his muscular figure.
"Thank you." you said as calmly as you could, turning back to the stove with the mugs.
"No problem. I'll go get some blankets." the male stated, heading off towards the hallway closet.
You let out a small breath of relief before pouring the chocolatey contents of the pot into the two cups and adding some mini marshmallows from the pantry.
You walked into the warm, fire-lit living room with the two mugs in hand. Berwald opened up the large fuzzy blanket he'd grabbed and motioned for you to get under the covers. You carefully sat down next to him on the couch, offering him the mug that said "Viking Life" on it.
The icy-blue-eyed man hummed in satisfaction once he took a sip of the hot beverage, a miniscule smile on his lips.
"It's good." he stated plainly.
"Thanks." you replied, scooting slightly closer.
"(Y/n)?" the man asked, turning toward you .
"Yeah?" you responded turning your head to face the man whom you'd slowly grown to love over the past year.
Just as you faced the blonde, he leaned down and kissed you, catching you off guard. It wasn't forceful or needy, but it wasn't entirely chaste either. It felt like a kiss that youâd give your spouse as you left for work.Â
Your cheeks bloomed with a red that wouldâve put the Danish flag the shame.
âW-Wha-â you began, before being cut off.
"Jag Àlskar dig. I want you to marry me." Berwald said without a hint of hesitation or jest.
Your eyes widened as you took in that information. After a few moments however, you began to laugh.
You sighed. "Ber, you can't just say you want to marry me when we haven't even dated." you explained.
"Do you love me?" the blonde asked, still straight-faced and no sign of being nervous.
You blushed at the question, but shyly nodded.
"Do you not want to marry me?" he followed up.
The blush on your cheeks only reddened.Â
"I never said that." you replied.
"Then what is the problem?" the Swede inquired, seeming not to understand the issue.
"Berwald, we haven't dated or even had any kind of romantic relationship. Wouldn't you say that it's a bit too early for us to get married?" you asked.
The Nordic man pondered your words for a moment. Heâd loved you for a long time, and from your reaction to his kiss and your answers to his questions, you felt the same.
"No, I don't. We have lived together for over a year and we've known each other for a lot longer. I love you and you love me, so I don't see any problem." the man stated, as though he wasn't talking about one of the biggest decisions of a person's life.
"I-I, b-but...umm.." you stammered, trying to think up a rebuttal to that statement.
"Well, y-you don't even have a ring for me, so-" you started.
But you were promptly cut off by the man before you fishing into his pajama pants pocket and pulling out a little velvet box. He opened the lid to reveal a modest but beautiful silver ring with a small icy-blue gem in the center.
Your jaw dropped at the realization that he was completely serious about this.
"Will you marry me?" Berwald asks, a faint hint of a smile on his lips.
You sighed with a chuckle. There was just no convincing him, was there?
"I will." you answered with a smile, kissing the manâs chocolate-flavored lips as he put the ring on your finger.
-THE END-
A/N: Sorry Iâve been gone for a while! I swear Iâm not dead! Just been low on motivation and inspiration. This took A LOT of rewriting, as I wrote this many years ago back when I was in high school. Iâd say about half of this is rewritten or completely new additions to the original draft.
Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope you guys enjoyed!
A/N: This is part of my new series âThe Big Questionsâ. They are all stand-alone fics, not related to each other, just connected through the idea of them each being based off of the prompts âWho, What, Where, When, Why, and Howâ
TW: MAXIMUM FLUFF
You had always known Daichi Sawamura to be a firm but caring person. He'd be the first to rush to someone's aid and the first to scold them.
You'd been friends with him since you were both 1st years in the same class, having coincidentally ended up sitting next to each other.
You noticed the black-haired boy had a bit of trouble with mathematics, so you offered your help, stating that you wouldn't mind if he helped you out on your Japanese homework in exchange, seeing as he was better than you in that subject.
As time went on, your weekend study sessions together started to go on longer, and began including dinner outings and trips to the movies. It ultimately got to the point that, you started to just call your meetings what they were; dates.
You and Daichi eventually announced you were dating to his friends, Sugawara and Azumane (who insisted you call him Asahi). Both boys gave their friend big pats on the back with smiles on their faces.Â
âMaybe with her around, youâll not be so scary when youâre angry!â Asahi stated in a hopeful tone.
âHehe! Maybe heâll even be nicer!â Sugawara added with a chuckle.
The deep brown eyes of your boyfriend narrowed, staring at the unknowing males who were facing away from you two. You laughed as you grabbed the boyâs hand.
âYeah, I donât think my presence will change anything.â you stated with a tiny smirk, suddenly getting up on your tiptoes to meet your significant otherâs cheek with your lips for a quick peck.
âThough I canât say I would want him to change anyway.â you said with a giggle, watching as Daichiâs cheeks reddened. He tried to hide the sudden blush behind his hand, but it went all the way up to the tips of his ears.
~Timeskip~
âAll right everyone! Line up!â your boyfriend addressed his team in a commanding tone, prompting them to do as he said.
With that, the practice match was over, Karasuno having won the first two sets, though it was a hard fought victory. The team did as the captain said and lined up.
âThank you for the game!â
You smiled as you looked down from the bleachers. It was a nice sight, seeing the whole team happy and smiling. You chuckled as you watched Hinata, Nishinoya, and Tanaka all giving very excited high-fives. The orange-haired first-year and the teamâs Libero were being especially loud about their celebration, to the point that you could see the beginnings of agitation start to creep up onto your boyfriendâs face.
You made your way down the stairs, a small chuckle escaping your lips as you watched Daichi scold the two shortest team members on their loud behavior.
You waited until the black-haired captain was finished with his talk and had released the two boys before you decided to step up next to him and grab his hand.
The sudden touch seemed to have slightly startled your fellow third-year, causing him to look toward you. His expression relaxed a bit at the sight of you.
âHey. Were you comfortable up there?â Daichi asked, squeezing your hand gently.
âYup. Saw you give Hinata and Noya a talking to, too.â you said with a laugh and a smirk while returning the soft squeeze.
âSorry about that. And sorry I had to cancel our date today. Itâs just that the Spring Nationals are so close and I wanted us to get more practice in and-â the male started, but you put your finger up to his lips.
You smiled softly. "Itâs not a problem. You know I love watching you play, and I know how much you care about your team. And I honestly canât say I would want you to change that.â
Daichi grinned widely, pulling you into a hug. âYou know I love you, right?â
You giggled with a matching grin. âAnd you know I love you too, you smelly boy.â you said, ruffling the maleâs ebony hair, not really caring if he smelled like sweat or not.
âOh? I smell do I?â Daichi asked jokingly with fake surprise.
You laughed as he pressed you closer to his chest in an attempt to get you to smell more of him.
Then you wrapped your arms around his torso. âYes, you do. But I donât care. I wouldnât change a thing about you, Daichi.â you state, nuzzling into his chest as you hear him respond with a quiet, âSame here.â
-THE END-
A/N: So this is my first time writing for Daichi. My apologies if heâs a bit OOC, but I still hope yâall liked it! Thanks for reading!
Back in sophomore year of college, I stayed up really late one night on a Friday at my parent's house, binging a new series on the living room TV. I eventually decided to head to bed, seeing as it was nearly 3 in the morning. I can see pretty well in the dark, so I didn't mind that all the lights were off in the house.
I made my way to my room and stopped in the doorway. I saw a vague shape of some kind that was the size of a small pillow, on my bed. I had already put away my laundry, but thought that maybe my dad had put more on there.
I moved closer and the shape suddenly dashed off the end of my bed into the pile of dirty clothes on the floor!
I freaked out, thinking that maybe it had been a giant rat or another critter of some kind, and rushed to turn on the lights!
I flipped the light switch and found that it was one of my free-roam rabbits that had gotten out of the hutch that I would put them in at night.
The adorable little escape artist really scared the hell out of me! Still have her and her brother to this day and love 'em both to bits. Haven't had a scare like that since, thankfully.
A/N: This is part of my new series âThe Big Questionsâ. Itâs the first one, and as a side note, they are all stand-alone fics, not related to each other, just connected through the idea of them each being based off of the prompts âWho, What, Where, When, Why, and Howâ
TW: Fluff, Social Anxiety sort-of
Being the only manager for a volleyball team from a powerhouse school had itâs pros and cons. One of the big pros, was that it gave you a way to stay involved with the sport you loved, even after you had knee surgery due to a bad accident back in first year. You could still watch the game and analyze other teamsâ playing strategies to give pointers to your own team.
However, one of the cons was that you had to attend major tournaments filled with strangers around your own age. It was terrifying. Every time.
Crowds were never your favourite. Too many people bumping and breathing and talking and-
Just breathe. In...and Out. You thought, taking a deep breath and letting it out, trying to keep your nerves under control.Â
You usually stayed beside your team during big tournaments so that you wouldnât get lost, but they were off in the locker room getting ready.Â
So, you were left on your own, listening to mellow music and hiding inside your school hoodie while attempting to navigate the strange hallways of the arena. Gods, the place was huge!
You continued to walk towards where you hoped the concessions were, as you knew your team tended to be hungry monsters before matches, so theyâd likely go there first. You mostly looked down at your feet, only looking up to make sure you were still headed straight.
Then the worst happened.
You bumped into someone. Hard.
You fell on your backside, jostling your headphones and hood off your head and causing them to rest around your neck. You let out a small expletive at the sudden pain in your lower back and bum.
You were about to get up and run, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself than you likely already had, but a sudden hand in front of you stopped your escape.
âNeed some help?â a masculine voice asked.
You looked up to see the owner of the voice.
Your eyes widened at the view.
His hair was like a sunflower, with gold on top and a dark brown undercut. His physique was that of a full-time athlete, with his black t-shirt hugging his torso in a way that outlined all the muscles he must have worked hard for. Deep chocolate eyes stared down at you expectantly, waiting for you to take his hand.
âI-Iâm ok. Thank you, though.â you stated, starting to get up on your own, not wanting this very attractive stranger to know that your hands were terribly sweaty.
However, as you tried to get up, you noticed a little too late that your leg had fallen asleep. You tried to get up, but soon started to fall back again as your leg suddenly gave out from under you.
You shut your eyes, expecting to meet the hard floor for the second time, but the impact never came.
You felt your arm being grasped by the elbow, then all at once, you were met with a very warm and sturdy surface.Â
It took a moment to realise that the surface was the handsome strangerâs chest.
Upon realisation, you stepped out of the (rather comfortable) embrace.
âSorry about that! My leg fell asleep and-â you started, before being cut off by a laugh. You looked up at the sound.
âHa ha ha! Itâs alright. After all, it meant that I got to hold a little cutie like you before my match, so I think weâre even.â he said with a smirk.
Your face rivalled a cherry at the blondeâs words, flustering you beyond comprehension.Â
âW-Well, you thank, I MEAN thank you! For catching me that is!â you stated nervously with a low bow, wanting to hide your face as much as possible.
âHey, no problem cutie~. But there is one thing I would like in return.â the Adonis of a man stated.
You straightened up and peeked at the brown-eyed boy before practically squeaking out âWhat is it?â
He smiled coyly. âJust an answer to a simple question.â he said smoothly.
You nodded a little, managing to finally make a bit of eye-contact. âOk...whatâs your question?â
The stranger stepped forward so that he was only a few centimetres away from your face, before speaking in a hushed tone like he was telling you a secret
âWho are you? And what time do you wanna go out later?â
-THE END-
A/N: So, this is my first time writing for Atsumu, so Iâm really hoping heâs not too OOC, or anything like that. I know I havenât uploaded in a while, but this idea was just in my head and decided to come out immediately.
do you think youâd actually notice if someone didnât cast a shadow? or if their limbs were just slightly too long? or if they had just a little too many teeth? like how many times have you passed Something on the street and you just didnât Notice It
Gonna be honest, this brand of âhorrorâ always hits me exactly the wrong way because âsome of the people you think you see every day arenât really peopleâ is a real thing that some extremely evil ideologies espouse.
While it can be fun to imagine cryptids hiding in plain sight, itâs important to remember that disability and deformity are already heavily stigmatized, and, sorry to be a buzz kill here, but feeding into the notion that people with those traits are âsomethingâ instead of âsomeoneâ is genuinely pretty hurtful.
I love horror, and uncanny scenarios can be fun, but as an autistic guy with selective mutism, Iâve seen my own disability described in horror posts exactly like this one, as one of the âsomethingsâ that the readerâs supposed to be unsettled by. Every major horror movie that has a mute guy in it casts the mute guy as the killer, the âsomethingâ to be feared. As though my silence belies some unnatural quality about me. And Iâm not gonna lie, it feels bad. Iâm just some guy, I donât want to be thought of as creepy or offputting based on my disability. I donât enjoy the fact that I make folks feel uneasy when they encounter me.
Truth is yeah, youâve passed people on the street with limbs that are slightly too long, people with a few too many teeth, and you just didnât notice it. Because people like that exist already. Itâs literally completely natural. (The no-shadow thing isnât natural, though, so go hogwild with that one)
i love supernatural stuff and horror tropes and all the shit
but also you seriously genuinely need to understand real people arenât your fictional stories. they are not your blorbos or your bump in the night.
Do NOT bring more horror into the real world than there already is. Understand any bias you may pick up from fiction effect real life people. Please do not encourage people to be paranoid about disabled people, jewish people, or anyone that isnât like you. That leads to all kinds of human rights violations, people not feeling like people themself, and itâs just fucking shitty.
When I explain cultural misappropriation to children, I use the example of The Nightmare Before Christmas. Â
Itâs effective because especially for children, who donât have enough historical context to understand much of the concept, you can still fully grasp the idea. Â
There was nothing wrong with Jack seeing the beauty and differences in Christmas town, itâs when he tried to take what is unique about Christmas town away from those it originally belonged to without understanding the full context of Christmas things is when everything went wrong.
When Jack tries to get the folk of Halloween town to make Christmas gifts for children, etc., children understand that the Halloween town folk do not have the full context for the objects they are making, and they are able to see that the direct repercussions and consequences are very harmful.
what i like about this is the implication that if jack had taken the time to understand christmas town, bringing christmas to halloween town would not have been harmful. thatâs how it works, folks. cultural sharing is GOOD, itâs only misappropriation when itâs done in ignorance and disrespect.
Thereâs an interesting level here in that Jack tried to understand Christmas town. He could see the magic while he was there, and he did try to explain it that way to citizens of Halloween town.  But they werenât interested in the kind of life he was describing, so he started ârebrandingâ Christmas so that it was not like Christmas but was like Halloween. The people of Halloween town, never having actually encountered Christmas, have no way of knowing that what theyâre being told about Christmas and âSandy Clawsâ is inaccurate. Jack also tried to study Christmas and its culture, though he couldnât quite get it; eventually, he literally decides to take it for himself, even as he knows itâs not really for him.  He started out feeling sad the others in Halloween town didnât âget it,â but he then decided itâs not important to fully âget itâ but instead to have it.
So itâs not just accidentally removing things form their context; he has intentionally disregard the meaning of the rituals he purports to be recreating, making them more fun for the recreaters but not like what the rituals are supposed to be and without the related significance.
This is the best way to conceptualize the wrong way to share culture I have ever seen and I think I finally get where people are coming from when they talk about âcultural appropriation.â
I think a lot about how we as a culture have turned âforeverâ into the only acceptable definition of success.
Like⊠if you open a coffee shop and run it for a while and it makes you happy but then stuff gets too expensive and stressful and you want to do something else so you close it, itâs a âfailedâ business. If you write a book or two, then decide that you donât actually want to keep doing that, youâre a âfailedâ writer. If you marry someone, and that marriage is good for a while, and then stops working and you get divorced, itâs a âfailedâ marriage.
The only acceptable âwin conditionâ is âyou keep doing that thing foreverâ. A friendship that lasts for a few years but then its time is done and you move on is considered less valuable or not a ârealâ friendship. A hobby that you do for a while and then are done with is a âphaseâ - or, alternatively, a âpityâ that you donât do that thing any more. A fandom is âdyingâ because people have had a lot of fun with it but are now moving on to other things.
I just think that something can be good, and also end, and that thing was still good. And itâs okay to be sad that it ended, too. But the idea that anything that ends is automatically less than this hypothetical eternal state of success⊠I donât think thatâs doing us any good at all.
it is neither healthy nor humane to put kids through an already screwed up and draining education system five days a week and then turn around and put even more stress on them by making them do extra work out of school and punishing them if they don't do it, despite the fact that it's often inaccessible for some kids. like how do you make kids' lives hell and then wonder why so many of them have anxiety and depression
Thereâs something perversely fascinating about educational policies that are clearly at odds with the available data. Huge schools are still being built even though we know that students tend to fare better in smaller places that lend themselves to the creation of democratic caring communities. Many children who are failed by the academic status quo are forced to repeat a grade even though research shows that this is just about the worst course of action for them. Homework continues to be assigned â in ever greater quantities â despite the absence of evidence that itâs necessary or even helpful in most cases... Supporters of homework rarely look at things from the studentâs point of view, though; instead, kids are regarded as inert objects to be acted on: Make them practice and theyâll get better... Children cannot be made to acquire skills. They arenât vending machines such that we put in more homework and get out more learning.
- Alfie Kohn, 2006, The Truth About Homework (Kohn is a researcher and educator focused on the ways we teach; in 2006 he released a controversial book called The Homework Myth compiling research for the argument that homework as it stands should be abolished.)
