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25 Days of Fluffmas
holiday hero party â§.*
kirishima x reader
âÂˇË ŕź *
summary: you meet red riot at a party, a lot of flirting, some back story monologue. bakugo and kaminari come make fun of him. you save him.
i love thinking about flirty but also himbo-ish kiri.. heâs just trying his best âĄď¸âĄď¸
every year the hero association would hold a party for the top heroâs in each country. this year it being held in france. in your country your country you were celebrated, thought of highly. you gained the name âqueenâ by some of your fans. choosing to be humble, you would laugh off whenever your nickname came up.
so here you were, finishing up your look. wearing a dangerous long dress that paired your skin tone well. pairing it with lots of jewelry. you looked stunning.
arriving at the party, you recognized many people. it was going to be a long night.
it was an hour into the party, feeling utterly exhausted. saying far too many âhelloâs and âthanks youâs for your own good.
some what overwhelmed you made your way over to the bar you stoped dead in your tracks when you ran into a solid wall. looking up you realized it wasnât a wall but a man..
âoh my gosh iâm so sorry!â you blurted out stumbling backwards to create space.
âno worries pretty girl..â he said staring down at you, charming smile printed on his face. looking up you came to realize it was red riot. you read the events that happened to his class in highschool and always kept track of him since. recently you saw that he saved a pregnant woman from several bullets just by standing infront of her.
you stared at him not knowing what to say. starting to feel vulnerable under the weight of his eyes, you chose to stand tall. remembering who you were you gained some confidence in yourself.
âred riot..right?â you asked him tilting your head his way. you watched as he wore a shocked expression for a minute before a smile replaced his face once again.
âthe queen knows of me? i must be blessed!â he laughed out. you cringed at his words. you didnât like that he thought of you like that, let alone that he also knew who you were.
instantly picking up on your change in demeanor he saved your conversation, âoh you donât like your little nick name?â he chuckled out, fixing his posture slightly.
âno no i donât mind it, itâs just i see you as my equal⌠not like my fan..â you giggled, suddenly feeling very hot.
âlet me buy you a drink.â he said before taking your hand and leading you to the bar. you gasped at how charming he was. you felt like you were running behind him as he lead you with large strides.
as you sat down at the bar with him, you took a moment to take him in. staring at his body that was clothed in an all black tux, black dress shoes. if you looked closely there was red accents all across him. very minimal.
he caught your attention with his words âi am a fan by the way.â he said while turning to face you. his confidence shook you slightly.
âis that right?â you questioned him further.
âi saw you on the news in highschool⌠when you saved that bridge from falling.. is it true you did that while walking home from school? if it is i admire you for being so strong seriously!â he commended you with flushed cheeks. his eyes telling the story that you lived.
you took a second to respond to him, sipping on the drink he payed for. âwell yea i guess.. i was walking home from school and someone had a quirk awakening on the bridge. i heard the explosion before i saw one of the beams coming down. i just kinda thought that if i had the power to save them, thatâs what i should do..â you realized you rambled to far on and then grew shy waiting for his response.
when you looked back at him you realized that he seriously wasnât joking about admiring you.
âthatâs so fucking cool.â he said before changing his focus to the drink infront of him. as he sipped it you watched his adamâs apple move in his throat. slowly your eyes wandered to all of him.
you decided to make a remark, hoping to see where you actually stood with him. âok this is going to sounds crazyâŚâ you started. âaround the time that i gained some traction from my acts, i saw you on the news.. when your class had all those things happen. iâve always kept an eye on you sinceâŚâ you finished.
the look on his face was priceless, shock and disbelief that slowly morphed into curiosity. questioning you he said âyouâve been keeping track on me?â
âi would be lying if i said no.â your drink making its way into your system, surging some needed confidence and energy into you.
âmust be my lucky night.â he paused before saying âprettiest girl in the room keeps tabs on me..â before he took his drink into his mouth, eyes never leaving you.
you gasped at his words, suddenly you felt light.
âare you flirting with me?â you asked him with a giggle.
âyes. i am.â he said comfortably, stating his truth. âor at least im trying. im not very good at it.â giggling with you.
âwell whatever your doing i think its workingâ you said reaching for your drink once again. only to realize it was emptied out. frowning slightly at without realizing.
âhere,â he signaled over the bartender and ordered you a second drink. also getting you a water. his charisma was overwhelming.
âthank you.â you mumbled out before sipping on your drink again.
the silence over took you once again. you realized how easy it was to talk to him. you really liked him being around you. almost too much, a concerning amount.
âwhat can i call you? if i canât call you queen?â he said leaning over to you, you felt the tension change slightly.
âjust call me y/n.â you stated.
âhow about princess?â he asked softly, lowering himself to your ear. you couldnât form words. stuttering to a reply, you said.
âyou can call me whatever you want.â you said, weakly. soon after your response you started cringing at yourself. bringing yourself to a giggle yet again.
âiâm sorry i canât take myself seriously!â you laughed out, he laughed with you. âwhat should i call you red riot?â you asked him.
âjust call me ejirou.â he said leaning back in his chair, you noticed his legs fall apart slightly.
you jumped in place when a loud voice boomed behind you.
âkirishima my guy! holy shit no way.â you turned to find a yellow haired man paired with the more popular pro hero dynamight. they closed in on the two of you. making their way to stand behind the two of you. you turned in your chair.
you noticed kirishimas face, it was full of agony.
âthis is fucking halariousâ the explosive one said. you knew his name was bakugou. but to be honest you were too afraid to call him by his name.
âwhatâs so funny?â you asked the two standing next to you.
âkirishima here has had a crush on you since highschool. so itâs kinda hard to think your sitting here with him at a holiday party.â the yellow haired once laughed out.
kirishima flushed at their remarks. you noticed all of it. they were obviously close to eachother.
âthe queen and red riot, a dream come true.â bakugou laughed out. taunting his friend.
âthis is so embarrassing.â kirishima shrugged into his hands.
coming to his rescue you said âwell.. funny enough as it is. ive been harboring a crush on red riot for a while.â you shrugged nonchalantly.
bakugou and yellow hairs face dropped into shock. kirishima along with them.
âiâm not trying to be rude but me and ejirou were just about to leave.â you stood up and grabbed his hand. urging him in silence to follow your lead.
âit was nice to meet you two.â you said calmly before dragging him away from the men and to the exit.
after a silent trip to the coat rack and out the door. you finally made your way outside. the cold air frosting over you.
âyou really are my hero, princess.â he said from behind you, you turned to meet his eyes.
âitâs no problem. and i meant what i said so.â you watched the air get sucked out of his lungs. taking in his expression, he really was handsome.
âcan i take you out sometime princess? like without my friends coming to embarrass me, just me and you.â he smiled softly, praying you would say yes.
years ago this was your dream. funny how things work out like this.
âyes i would like that a lot, ejirou.â
¡:*¨༺ âąâŽâą ༻¨*:¡¡:*¨༺ âąâŽâą ༻¨*:¡¡:*¨༺ âąâŽâą ༻¨*:¡
thinking about making a part two when you hard launch, maybe even starting a family. the worlds favorite hero family âĄď¸âĄď¸
Playing in the Snow with Uraraka
Day 8 of 25 days of Fluffmas (Masterlist)
Word Count: 720
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You and Uraraka were sitting in the classroom when she brought up playing in the snow for the first time. âNo, I've never done it.â You had said in a passing conversation. Uraraka was appalled, in all the time sheâs known you as a friend and as her partner sheâs never known that fact about you. For her it was a staple for winter, it simply wasnât the holiday season until you built a snowman or a snow fort while you had a snowfight. She made it a promise to herself that the next time it snowed she would make you play in it.
She kept her promise. As soon as at least three feet of snow appeared on the floor, she was knocking on your door. âFirst of all,â You said looking lovingly at Uraraka, she stood at your door, at 6 am on a weekend, in a full baby pink snowsuit, a snow coat, snow boots, and hat and mittens, she had a scarf in hand that you assumed she was going to put on when you got outside. âThis whole outfit is adorable, I hope you got one for me to match.â As you finished the sentence she was pulling out everything in your favorite color. âSecond of all, Donât people our age just brave the cold with jeans and a coat.â
âYou need the full experience of being so bundled up you can barely move.â She said confidently, putting her hands on her hips.
âRight right, of course.â You nodded, taking your set from her. âSo do I put this on now? Because I donât think you thought about the fact that weâre on the top floor all the way through at the moment.â You could see as she thought for a moment before saying it adds to the experience. You asked why at 6 am, itâs not like the snow is going anywhere. She said she was mimicking the feeling of a snow day, waking up early in the morning, expecting to go to school, watching the tv waiting for the announcer to call your school name out. Being too excited about being able to play in the soft fluff of cold all day that you go outside as soon as your parents let you.Â
âI think Iâm too tired to play in the snow, that was a workout.â You said finally reaching outdoors. The several layers of clothes almost made it hard to breathe.Â
âNope, first things first is a snowman. Itâs a classic, as a kid I made so many snowmen. Tried to make them as tall as I could.â You watched as she started to make a snowball, almost laughing at how comical it was with how far she had to bend down to roll it in the snow to make it bigger. You mimicked her movements, starting one of your own and doing it three more times. You had made the first snowman of your life, and you were in awe of how out of breath you were. You were amazed that someone training to be a hero could be this out of breath from playing in the snow.
Uraraka wasnât done, insisting that next was a snow fort. You huffed, your breath creating shapes in the cold winter air as you do so, tired at just the thought of more manual labor. Doing the same as before and forming a large mass of snow in one area, you began to sculpt it into what was an attempt at a wall. You laughed as you looked at Urarakaâs wall and saw a perfectly smooth rectangle, with no imperfections in sight. You gave up during the snowball fight, learning that with her zero gravity quirk she clearly had the advantage. You fell back dramatically as one of the snowballs hit your chest, your arms and legs splaying out in a starfish. Uraraka bounded over, mimicking your form by your side. You did as she said as she told you to move your arms and legs back and forth, smiling fondly and she excitedly yelled snow angels.
You sat in the middle of your snow angel, facing Uraraka as she did the same. âI appreciate this, this was really fun Urakaka.â
She smiled fondly as she took your gloved hand in hers, âAnytime.â
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Looking at Christmas Lights with Nejire
Day 7 of 25 days of Fluffmas (Masterlist)
Word Count: 712
A/N: Don't mind me as I post days 8, 9 and ten all today...
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You didnât know where you were going when Nejire burst through the door and said to get ready, that you guys were going to be leaving in thirty minutes and were on a tight schedule. You were confused mostly because she said it was a date and itâs mostly been you planning them through the entirety of your relationship. She had never been one for planning, not liking to go on a schedule, preferring to go with the flow. You liked to have a plan for the dates, oftentimes needing to be somewhere by a certain time so it was up to you to keep track of it.
âSo do I get to know where we're going? At 6 at night? In the cold no less.â You tried to cover your face as much as possible. The cold tickling your nose as you guys walked.
âNope! Itâs a surprise! Now hurry up, we have to be there quickly!â She grabbed your hand and took off running.
You slipped a few times as you tried to keep up with her but never actually fell, âWhatâs going on Nej? Youâre usually not as put together as this, no offense or anything.â
âOh none taken! Itâs a special occasion so I want it to be perfect.â She never looked back as she talked, only keeping her eyes forward. She really was acting strange. You wracked your mind as you thought of anything you might've missed. Youâve only been dating for a short while so it couldnât have been an anniversary, unless she wanted to celebrate 7 months and 21 days. It wasnât her birthday, that was October 6th. It wasnât your birthday. You really were confused.
She had finally slowed down and was walking at a leisurely pace while she swung your hands back and forth like a child. âAre you going to tell me where weâre going?â You asked, adding momentum to your swinging hands.
âNope! Because weâre already here.â She said, beaming at you.
You looked around for a bit confused, âWeâre here? Is it just a walk? Why were you in such a hurry?â
She didnât say anything as she led you guys into the middle of a park. You didnât mind the walk at all, but she acted as if itâs life and death. Reaching the gazebo at the center of the park, you leaned on a bar looking out at the park. âNow weâre not even walking.â You said jokingly. She shushed you as you finished talking. You guys sat in silence for about ten minutes, Nejire looking at her phone every so often. The longer this night progressed the more confused you got.
As soon as the clock reached 8:00 you watched as all of the lights in the park turned on. You gasped in shock and awe of the beauty. Strings of lights, reaching out from the gazebo in search of something to hug, finding purchase of the lamp posts ten feet away. Swirling down in strips of red and white like candy canes. The grass glowing in reds and greens from the lights draped over bushes like blankets. Neon lights of a winter wonderland scene coming to life before your very eyes, feeling like you were transported into a Christmas movie you would watch with your family. The scene almost brought tears to your eyes as you looked over at the most beautiful thing of all, Nejire. The way the lights reflected in her eyes and bounced off the lavender of her hair made her seem like the Angel you would put at the top of a Christmas tree, wanting it to be the center of attention, because for you, she was.Â
She was at the center of your revolving world, watching as things come and go but she remains the same. A constant in the storm of life, something to anchor you as the waves raged on. She looked back at you in the same way. You might not have been dating for long but you knew at this moment that you wanted her around for forever, or at least for as long as she wanted you around but you had a feeling she felt the same way as she whispered an âI love youâ.
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Gingerbread House Contest with Mirio
Day 7 of 25 day of Fluffmas (Masterlist)
Word count: 1.1k
A/N: This one is just short and cute :)
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It was a weekend when you were hanging out with Nejire and Tamaki, usually your lovely boyfriend Mirio would be with you guys but he left saying he had something important to do. He didnât give you time to question him before he took off and you were curious about what he was doing. One moment you were all together and the next he was taking off. It was about three hours later when he burst back through the door holding shopping bags.
âGingerbread house contest!â He yelled. You looked at him and gestured to elaborate as that was a super vague thing to say, âWe should have a gingerbread house contest. We each decorate a house and then see whoâs better! I already bought the stuff for it.â
Snowed in With Kirishima
Day 6 of 25 of 25 Days of Fluffmas (Masterlist)
Word Count: 1.4k
A/N: This truthfully shouldn't have taken me three hours to write but I got distracted by One Piece.
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It was getting closer to the holidays so more and more people were choosing to go home on the weekends. Most people were leaving after school for the weekends, but you had decided to finish your homework and leave the following day. Kirishima had agreed saying it was the manly thing to do, and he wouldnât wanna leave a friend all alone. You were both sitting in the common room, you were finishing up the last sheet of homework and Kirishima was mindlessly flipping through the tv for something to watch.
âMan itâs really coming down out there.â You noted from your spot at the coffee table. You had been glancing out the windows, watching the snowfall for the past few hours when you noticed it started to pile up at the windows. Your estimate was that it was at about three feet right now. âHope everyoneâs getting home okay. Do you think weâll be able to leave tomorrow?â You turned to your companion, a little worried about going home.
Kirishima took a glance at the window before looking back at the tv, âYeah Iâm sure itâll be fine, should be stopping any moment now.â You mumbled out okay as you got back to work.
Decorating with Sero
Day 5 of 25 Days of Fluffmas (Masterlist)
Word count: 1.1k
A/N: Y'all I did not proof read this.
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You donât remember how you got roped into doing the holiday decorating for the dorms. You remember Kaminari volunteering Sero, something about his tape making the job 50% easier, you werenât really paying attention until he volunteered you as well. âAnd Y/n can help with the job!â is about when you tuned into the conversation at hand, confused as to why you of all people had to help. You didnât say anything to disagree though just shrugging, âDo we even have any decorations? This is a new building, itâs not like anyoneâs been here before us.â Everyone seemed to pale at the realization, for some reason not thinking about that before. Thatâs how you ended up shopping for decorations with Sero.
âI donât understand why we have to buy them AND put them up. Kaminari better sleep with one eye open.â You grumbled, pulling your jacket closer to your body. It was freezing out and they sent you to go shopping, ridiculous. At least Momo gave you guys money for everything. Although if itâs for the dorms you think they shouldâve been providing it. Bringing it up to Aizawa didnât help something about how they arenât obligated to decorate the dorms and how it was an optional thing.
Under the Mistletoe With Denki
Day 4 of 25 days of Fluffmas (Masterlist)
Word Count: 1.5k
A/N: A little bit of angst but it's quickly resolved I promise.
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You were discussing the upcoming holiday season with the girls in the common room when you had first heard Kaminari talk about Mistletoe, âIâm telling you Mineta, if you try hard enough someoneâs bound to kiss you under the mistletoe, itâs tradition they have to follow it.â You gave a little laugh under your breath and had decided to tune them out and go back to your original conversation, noticing that some of the boys had made their way over and joined.
It was a week later when you first saw Kaminari trying his mistletoe tactic. Turns out he was just carrying some in his pocket and dangling it above his and whoevers head. You watched as he held it above Minaâs head first, not understanding what he thought the outcome would be. You burst out laughing when Mina shoved his face away and started gagging saying never in a million years.
Christmas Shopping with Midoriya
Day 3 of 25 Days of Fluffmas (Masterlist)
Word Count: 2k
A/N: This wasn't meant to be 2k words long, tbh I probably could've kept writing but didn't want it to be a novel.
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Christmas Shopping with Izuku was a tradition the two of you had been doing since you could remember. Being friends since you were kids you did almost everything together. Oftentimes during the holiday season it was just shopping for his mom and your family but this year with living in the dorms your best friend seemed determined to get something for everyone. You admired his ambition but it wasnât like you guys had jobs and were rolling in money, so you were curious how he was going to afford everything for everyone. You looked in Izukuâs direction as he muttered his list of things to get and for who, silently laughing at how holiday shopping had never been this stressful. âYou know this is supposed to be stress free and fun.â You said teasingly.
He stopped muttering, almost like he forgot you were standing there by his side, âOh sorry Y/n. I just want to make sure I donât forget anyone.â He explained, finally relaxing since youâve stepped foot into the mall.Â
âYeah I get it, but no need to stress yourself out. You have a list right?â You asked, waiting for his nod. âThen there you go! No need to stress yourself out for nothing, if you have a list then just cross off the names as you go, it's as simple as that!â You smiled as you checked your own list. You werenât shopping for everyone in your class, not big presents at least. Youâd get a few nice presents for the people you were close with and then maybe some sweets for everyone else. You really were on a budget and you had planned on sticking to it. You almost regret turning down Todorokiâs offer to steal his dadâs credit card for you guys, but this was better than potentially jail for theft. You stop walking when you notice your best friend's presence missing.
Ice Skating with Todoroki
Day 2 of 25 Days of Fluffmas (Masterlist)
Word Count: 1.2k
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You were sitting in your room when you heard a gentle knock at the door. Sighing, you stood up from your desk and rolled your shoulders, silently grateful for the intrusion; after all thereâs only so much history you can take before you start wanting to pull your hair out. Opening the door you saw your lovely boyfriend standing there looking at his shoes. âHey, what's up?â You ask motioning for him to come in as you stand back from your door. You made yourself comfortable at your desk while Todoroki stood awkwardly in the middle of your room. You guess it doesn't matter how long youâve been dating, he's still as awkward as ever. âDid you come here because you need something âRoki?â
âDo you like being in a relationship with me?â Todoroki asked, blunt and straight to the point. He never was one for beating around the bush or sugarcoating anything, âWoah, hey, where is this coming from? Of course I like being in a relationship with you. Is someone making you think I donât?â You asked, jumping up from your chair and making your way to stand in front of him. He hesitated for a bit, you gently grabbed his arm âIs everything okay? Is it your dad? Do I need to beat up your dad?â He chuckled softly at the notion and you smiled at his reaction, glad he wasnât too upset not to laugh.Â
Baking Cookies With Bakugo
Day one of 25 Days of Fluffmas (Masterlist)
Word Count: 940
a/n: This isn't as long or as great as I would hoped it be but I've seem to have come down with the flu and am having troubles breathing out of one nostril and hearing in both ears. It's still cute a little ooc for Bakugo.
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âKacchan!â You had yelled while walking into his dorm. Barging into his room had been a habit you have had since you were kids, and you hadnât planned on growing out of it anytime soon.
âWhat do you want? And I told you not to call me that.â He grumbled while he continued to do his schoolwork. You rolled your eyes while you made yourself at home on his bed, âOkay but if Izuku gets to call you that then so do I, Iâve known you just as long Katsuki.â As much as you like tormenting the poor boy you decided you would respect his wishesâŚfor now. âYeah and I tell him to quit calling me that all the time too.â He said, finally turning around in his desk chair, ânow are you gonna tell me what you want or are you just here to bother me.â
25 Days of Fluffmas
Hey guys! Ending my 2 year Hiatus from writing and kicking it off with 25 days of Fluffmas. 25 days worth of fluff with your favorite My Hero Academia characters starting December 1st! These may or may not change but for the most part theyâll stay the same! If thereâs a certain day/character youâre interested in reading and donât wanna miss, send me a message and Iâll tag you when I post it!
Day 1- Baking Cookies w/ Bakugo
Day 2- Ice Skating w/ Todoroki
Day 3- Christmas Shopping w/ Midoriya
Day 4- Under the Mistletoe w/ Denki
Day 5- Decorating w/ Sero
of muffins and slip-ups
wc: 1.7k
pairing: osamu miya x gn!reader
warnings: none (osamuâs hypnotizing tiddies)
Standing on tiptoe, you reach up into your cabinet and feel around for the vial of vanilla extract you know you have somewhere, and when you finally find it, you pluck it from the shelf to inspect it. You peer between the recipe on your phone and the bottle, brows furrowing. You donât have nearly enough. You really shouldâve checked your cabinets before embarking on a late-night baking session.Â
As you frustratedly stare at the half-finished batter on your counter, you weigh your options. You could make a quick run to the store, you reason. Itâs not that far of a walk. But when your gaze flickers to the digital clock on the microwave â 8:45 PM â you realize youâd never make it in time, and you refuse to be the person that shows up to a store five minutes before it closes.
And youâve already made it this far â the bowl is out, the measuring cups are dirty, the muffin tin is meticulously paper-lined. You sigh. Itâd be a waste to throw everything out now, and you arenât keen on leaving it in the fridge overnight. Left with no other options, you decide thereâs only one thing left to do â ask a neighbor.
Youâre new to the building, and not quite friends with anyone yet, so the thought of going door to door to beg for some vanilla isnât exactly what you planned on doing with your Wednesday night, but hey, nobodyâs perfect. You consider asking the girl next door, the one whoâd invited you over on your first weekend in the building. She was nice enough, but before you slip your feet into a pair of slippers, you remember that she stays with her boyfriend during the week.
You could ask that guy down the hall, but heâd ogled at you on the elevator last weekend, and the thought of knocking on his door and subjecting yourself to more of his looks made a hint of nausea settle in your stomach.
You stand, idle in front of your door, slippers and pajamas on and groan. The guy across the hall â Miya Osamu. Youâve bumped into him virtually everywhere since you moved in. The mail room, the laundry room, in the lobby and the hallway. And every time heâd fix you with this handsome, toothy grin, making casual small talk when he could. Youâve even seen him help the elderly woman downstairs with her groceries. He seems disarmingly perfect, so surely he wouldnât slam the door in your face at your request. At least, you hope not.
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ăAttractive things haikyuu boys doă
⤡ Bokuto
he offers to carry heavy things for you then rolls his sleeves up to his elbows before effortlessly lifting whatever you had trouble carrying. or when heâs on his way home after tiring formal events or dinners, he not only pulls the sleeves up but also loosens the top buttons of his shirt with one hand while keeping the other one on the steering wheel as he drives.
⤡ Kuroo
he has a habit of putting his hand on your thigh when youâre sitting next to him, itâs instinctual at this point. he places one hand on your thigh while the other lazily scrolls on his phone, or when heâs driving and youâre in the passenger seat, he drums his fingers on your skin to the beat of the song playing on the radio while one hand is on the steering wheel.
⤡ Atsumu
he says things like "oh yeah?" "what are you going to do about it?" "make me." even if it's a really small thing, something about the way he says those words affects your heart. the words escape his lips so softly but at the same time so inviting; his eyes filled with a mischievous glint, a small smile tugging at his lips as he looks at you defiantly, waiting for you to take the first step so he can finish what he started.
⤡ Osamu
he ever-so-slightly brushes his lips against your fingers when you hand-feed him some candy or fruit, and the way he catches you off-guard by keeping eye contact as he bites into the food before pulling away with a smug glint in his eyes at the way you hurriedly clear your throat, and he just tilts his head while âinnocentlyâ asking you, âyou alright?â
⤡ Kenma
you canât help but gush a little inside when he fixes your clothes or jewelry. perhaps youâre talking to him or youâre distracted with something else and he reaches over to place the clasp of your necklace back to its proper place or to pull up the cardigan that has slipped past your shoulders. itâs such a small gesture but heart-fluttering, nonetheless.
⤡ Oikawa
when he kisses you, he likes to play with the belt hoop or waistband of your jeans. itâs an innocent enough gesture, he doesnât have much intentions behind doing this and most of the times, itâs habitual. he hooks his finger around it, tugging you closer to him and then his hand moving up to your waist, leaving lingering touches.
⤡ Sakusa
even when you guys are fighting and heâs mad at you, heâs still so caring; mid-argument while walking, he gently moves you away and lets you walk on the side of the road where there arenât moving cars as he calmly and firmly explains why heâs upset. even when youâre not really speaking, he still offers to drive you home. by the end of the night, he texts you a simple âgood nightâ regardless of whether you reply or not.
⤡ Suna
the way he immediately grabs your hand and sucks the tip of your finger to soothe the burn that youâve just accidentally given yourself. you find it both heart-warming and attractive and it especially does a thing or two to your heart when he meets your gaze with slightly concerned eyes, your fingertip still lingering over his lips.
Thereâs a small photo booth in a distant corner of the arcade you and Suna went to on your second date. You didnât notice it then â that small white booth with faded characters and a flickering sign â too wrapped up in the butterflies swarming around the pit of your stomach to pay it much mind.
Now, months later, as you stand by the side of the pinball machine, eyes following the push and pull of Sunaâs fingers as he plays, you find your gaze wandering over to the photo booth. Itâs quieter over there, tucked away from the racing children and excited shouts of the crowd. Something tugs in your chest. You think about the goofy poses you could do and the colorful borders you could add and smile.
âRin, can we do that next?â
You point a finger in the direction of the lonely machine, and Suna watches as your eyes light up. Never one to say no to you, he nods with a tiny smile. âWhatever you want.â
The moment Sunaâs done playing, youâre dragging him over by the hand, rambling about how youâve always wanted to do this with a partner but never had the chance.
You disappear behind the curtain in seconds, your hand shooting back out impatiently only seconds later. âCome on, Rin! Look how cool!â
âAlright, alright,â he calls, smirking at you as he joins you behind it. âSlow down. Give me a second. This thing is tiny.â
Youâll admit that itâs a tight squeeze, but not one to be discouraged, you grab Sunaâs arm and haul him closer, pulling him down to hunch at your side with a comment about how you want to see âhis beautiful faceâ in the photo, or else whatâs the point. Suna scoffs, eyes rolling good-naturedly, and drops a kiss on the top of your head.
At that moment, beneath the fluorescence of the photo booth, love stirs, deep and sudden, in Sunaâs chest, and he feels like heâs drowning in it â drowning in you. Your grin is so pretty, so bright, Sunaâs brain feels like putty in his skull. His arm is hot, nearly boiling, where itâs clutched in your hold. Itâs all too much and, at the same time, not enough. He knows his face must be rosy â he can feel the apples of his cheeks burn when you fix him with a pleased little smile.
At the expectant glimmer in your eye, Suna mindlessly, automatically, agrees to whatever cheesy photo decorations you choose. And as the timer counts down, unable to stop himself, he cups your cheek in his palm and turns your gaze to meet his.
âI love you.â
A flash.
The next few seconds pass in slow motion, the silence between you marked by the announcement that you needed a second pose. Your gaze is locked on his, mouth slightly agape.
Another flash.
Your hand rests over his, a sickeningly soft look overtaking your features as you lean closer. You tell him you love him too, voice quiet, and Sunaâs heart soars, his face splitting into a beam at the sound.
And another.
Suna pulls you forward and connects your lips to his own, relishing the way you sigh into his mouth, and press a smile against his lips.
And another.
You pull away, your face warm beneath his palm as your gaze meets his. You peck his lips once, twice, and Suna canât help how he chases each one, needing them like he needs air. A dull chime sounds in the booth, warning you that your time is up.
âWe should get our pictures,â Suna mutters, tone husky and breathless, his thumb sliding back and forth along your cheekbone.
âWe should.â You agree, but neither of you moves, not until Suna tilts his head just so, bumping his nose into yours before kissing you one last time. He whispers those three words again, reverently, as if saying a prayer and only then does he move, taking you by the hand and leading you out of your new favorite arcade machine.
Jujutsu Kaisen
Miscellaneous
JJK Guys with an artistic s/o
summary: how the jjk guys would be with an s/o who does art. includes; Yuji, Megumi, Gojo, and Yaga. (fluff)
Hellooo a request for jujutsu kaisenâ¤ď¸
How would the characters (doesnât matter which ones I love them all) react to the reader who is a really talented artist and they paint art thatâs in the abstract art category â˘And they also do 3D art similar to the Chinese artists Sun Yuan and Peng Yu
If the reader could be female that would be great but you can decide if you can fill this out I would be so grateful đŤđâ¤ď¸đ¤
a/n: this was fun to do! sorry it took so long. i didn't specify what kind of art was being done but i did cover a few different bases with them. hope you like it!
Itadori Yuji
Bless his heart, he tries to understand art he really does and he thinks itâs very nice to look at, but as he hears everyone around him talk about the meaning behind it he gets confused.
He knows you worked really hard and spent months working on one piece but he didnât realize there was supposed to be a deeper meaning behind it, but that explains your soft chuckle and the pat on his back when he proudly stated that âit was prettyâ when you showed him the finished art piece.
He prefers your happier pieces to your sad ones. He believes you paint and create what you're feeling, and while thatâs true some of the time youâll have to reassure him that just because a painting or piece looks sad doesnât mean you are sad.
Doesnât like that your art takes up a lot of your time, heâs a needy baby and sometimes youâll spend days painting. So you offer to have him paint with you, heâs constantly asking you what different art tools and mediums are but you enjoy painting with him; despite his constant asking of questions, you find it peaceful.
âWhy is yours drying so fast? Mineâs taking forever to dryâ
I told you not to use oil paints Yuji, youâre too impatient for it. Iâm using acrylics so it dries faster and I can move on to the next layerâ
âThatâs not fairâ
Fushiguro Megumi
Arguably less confused by the art pieces, still didnât completely get what you were going for, but will converse with others about the piece if needed and give his thoughts on your work.
Heâll give you his honest feedback on the pieces when you show them to him and heâs brutally honest. Will flat out tell you if he does or does not like a piece and why.
âThereâs too much blueâ
ââGumi itâs a monochromatic piece, itâs supposed to be all blueâ
âIâm just saying itâs too much blue for me, could use some green or somethingâ
He wonât paint with you but heâll sit in the room with you while you paint so you have company. You try to bounce ideas off of him and he just looks at you like âDo what you want I have no opinionâ
He does think that watching you paint is peaceful, he thinks itâs interesting watching you create something and seeing it come together as you slowly build up your piece and the layers.
Gojo Satoru
âHey youâre an artist, draw meâ type beat.
Just kidding, not really. Heâs your number one supporter and will 100% fight someone at an art showing if they say they donât like or understand your piece.
âItâs okay, not really anything special about itâ
Satoru from across the room âWhatâd you say?! Say it again, I dare you buddy!â
âSatoru calm down, you need to stop yelling before I get thrown out of my own showing.â
âNo I donât care he said he didnât like itâ
âArt is subjective âToru, not everyoneâs gonna like it.â
Heâs still going to be trying to fight the person as you attempt to remove him from the situation.
He gives only positive feedback, no negative feedback from this guy. âLooks great babe, this is your best one yet!â
âSatoru you canât say that about every single one.â
âWhy not? You improve every timeâ
He will paint with you and then try and ask people who's better, gets offended when they choose yours.
Yaga Masamichi
Heâs also an artist, I mean come on he makes the little dolls so of course heâs going to understand your art pieces the best. Does say itâd be better if they came to life like him though *cough cough*
Loves watching you make new pieces or making new pieces together. Not necessarily making one together (not that youâd fight him on it) but working in the same space as you work on your separate pieces.
âLet me put cursed energy into just one of theseâ
âNo Masaâ you canât bring my art pieces to life, they have to go on display next weekâ
âThey can be the servers!â
âNo Masa!â
Will pout so you let him bring one to life and thatâs it.
He puts a waiter outfit on it and gives it a platter of drinks. You question why he had that on hand and he changes the subject.
He loves talking with you about the meaning behind art pieces and what different people might interpret when they look at it. Also loves conversing with people at your exhibits and why their opinion on the piece is wrong and itâs not what you intended.
Much like Gojo, gets a little bit too defensive about your art.