HI BFFL YURIKO‼️‼️‼️ I WANTED TO GREET YOU A HAPPY NEW YEAR (im not sure if its today or tomorrow for your timezone eym sorry☹️) BUT ANYHOW I HOPE U HAVE GOOD FORTUNE THIS YEARRRRRRR!
ANYWAY would you write hitoshi shinsou as a frat guy and reader as someone who is apart of the honor roll for me THANK UUUUUUUUUUU HEARTS HUGS AND KISSES ><
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HIII TYSM!! AND YES OFCC!!!
⋘ brain-dead 👾 hitoshi s. ⋙
pairing: fratboy!hitoshi shinsou x honorroll!gender neutral reader
summary: two presidents, one game of "seven minutes in heaven", and one very annoying ex boyfriend.
cw: college!au, mentions of alcohol, profanity
wc: 1.5k words
nawt proofread! T-T
'why did I even come to this..?' was the only thought you had in your brain as the sounds of people laughing and talking mix with the edm playing from the incredibly bass booted speakers. you stood in a corner of the ridiculously crowded living room, holding a red solo cup filled with whatever the hell was in that punch bowl. this was one of alpha delta phi's "famous" house parties you always turned down invitations to. you weren't here out of choice though.
you were recently elected class president after tenya iida resigned and took your place as class secretary, and the other members of the student council thought it would be a good idea for the president to explore more of the activities that the student body of U.A. university partook in, and to your misfortune, attending one of these parties was at the top of the list. although you had an aversion to the parties they hosted, you weren't unfamiliar with the fraternity itself.
you had a very public relationship with one of its most popular members, eijiro kirishima in your first year of college. he was attractive, yes, but also incredibly stupid and hyper-focused on his masculinity, which ultimately led him to breaking it off with you because your relationship didn't make him feel "manly enough". whatever that means.
since then, you've avoided relationships and the fraternity all together. but all that avoiding was for nothing seeing as you're standing in the exact same building, on the exact same date your hatred for this organization was born two years ago.
you take a sip of the unknown drink only to immediately spit it out. 'gross.' you head to what seemed like the kitchen and scanned around for a diet coke or something to keep yourself sane for the next two hours you had challenged yourself to stay.
while searching for something actually drinkable, you notice a tall figure in the corner watching you. he held a cigarette in one hand, and a red solo cup in the other, routinely taking a puff of the cigarette or a sip of his drink. as you subtly inch closer, you make out his features. he was tall, but no taller than 5'10, he had messy, wavy indigo hair pulled slightly back in a backwards cap. he wore a black sleeveless shirt and some khaki shorts, typical for a frat boy.
"take a picture, it'll last longer." you say to the figure, pouring a can of soda in a clean cup. he chuckles, taking another puff from his cigarette. he steps closer, coming into the light. he had prominent dark circles under his eyes, made visible by the light. he appeared slim through his shirt, but his arms were muscular and really defined. this must be one of those "sleeper builds" everyone talks about. you continue to examine this strange man when suddenly, he clears his throat.
"now you're staring." he says, slightly smirking. he looks you up and down, analyzing you. "why haven't I seen you before?" he asks, this time throwing his cup in the trash and continuing to take puffs of the cigarette. "I don't normally come to parties." you say, taking a sip of your soda, "I was kinda forced to this one." you explain your situation to him, telling him about your challenge from the student council to stay at the party for at least 3 hours to "mingle" with the student body at this, according to your words, "stupid party". "damn." he says, "class president, huh, you're y/n l/n then, right?" puff. "I've heard a bunch about you, people don't seem to like you very much." puff. "I guess my reputation precedes me." you say, filling up your still half full cup with another can of soda. "on the topic of names," sip. "what's yours? maybe I've heard of you." sip. "hitoshi shinsou." says the purple-haired boy. shit.
unfortunately for you, hitoshi just so happened to be the newly-elected president of the fraternity after the former president graduated your freshman year. hitoshi was also the one in charge of throwing the parties hosted on campus grounds.
"I am so sorry oh my gosh. I promise I don't mean what I said about the party, I-" "It's fine." he chuckles, "I hate parties. I didn't even want to be the one in charge of them, I'd rather be in bed watching tiktok or something." hitoshi said, which sent a huge wave of relief over you. "Is that why you're not out there with the rest of your brothers partying like an animal?" you said, pouring yet another can of soda. he chuckles again, "yeah I'm not really the people type, and besides, all these guys do is just hump on each other and think it's hot." you laughed at this.
it's funny because it's true. come to think of it, the night you met kirishima, the first thing you saw was him twerking on his friend denki. "I wasn't planning on going back out, but I will if you join me." you offer, kind of happy you found someone normal at this stupid thing. "fine." he says, "but, you have to play at least one game with me." puff. "deal." you say, and you both walk to the crowded danger-zone of a living room.
games? did they play games at things like this? you'd always pictured college parties to be a bunch of people groping each other and pouring alcoholic beverages all over the place. it brought you some comfort to know that they played games. monopoly maybe?
you walked into the living room, where a bunch of people were sat down criss cross apple sauce in a big circle. perhaps duck duck goose? no. it was a stupid game with a misleading name. "seven minutes in heaven", bullcrap. it felt like hell. the moment it was your turn to spin the bottle, it just about landed on kirishima. if it weren't for some angelic force that inched the bottle a little over, you would've been seriously screwed. instead, it landed on...hitoshi?
you didn't think that hitoshi would be the type to kiss a random person he'd met, so you were fine being trapped in a room with him for seven minutes. immediately there were "ooohs" and "aaahhs" from the rest of the people in the circle, and your face started to feel hot. hitoshi suddenly grabs your hand and runs upstairs. his hands were cold, slightly bigger than yours, but his grip was firm. he opened the door to a room and locked you both inside it.
the room was nice, there were LED strip lights decorating the tops of the walls. they were purple, like hitoshi's hair, as was most of the decor of the room, so you assumed it was his. you sat down on his bed, analyzing the room. he sat down on a black and purple gaming chair, his arms behind his head, and his eyes closed. "now, we wait." you couldn't help but stare at him, his arms, he really was built.
"take a picture, it'll last longer." he said, eyes still closed. "whatever.." you scoffed, rolling your eyes. you could hear the people outside of the door, giggling and shushing each other, when you heard kirishima tell someone to shut up. your jaw clenched and you felt your face getting hot. it was stupid, just hearing his voice seemed to have such an affect on you, like nothing else mattered, like you were brain-dead. suddenly, an idea popped in your head.
you get up from the bed and race toward hitoshi. "kiss your hand." you whisper. "huh..?" hitoshi asks confused, "are you drunk? I mean you did have a lot of white claws.." he asks. "wait, white claws aren't sodas..?" you ask. "no.." he responds. "just do it." hitoshi begins planting kisses on his palm, still looking at you confusedly. "louder." you say, typing something on a doc on his computer. and he kissed his hand louder, loud enough to where the people outside of the door could hear. the giggling became louder.
you had finally finished writing on his computer and signaled him to look.
"Look, I know we just met, but I have a huge favor I wanna ask, I don't want to actually kiss you, which I'm sure you also don't want to do, but I was wondering if just maybe you could help me get back at my ex?"
hitoshi grins, "sure, what were you thinking-" you shush hitoshi and put his palm back to his lips, starting to type again. you finish typing on his computer again, and wait for him to look. he looks at the screen and pauses, and then a devilish grin paints his face.
the timer goes off and you hear knocks from outside of the door, "okay love birds, you can come out now!" hitoshi grabs your hand again, opening the door. he takes you downstairs to the living room with the crowd still following you. "did you guys actually kiss?" you hear a girl say behind you. "of course I did", he says, "why wouldn't I kiss the person I'm dating?"
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a/n: I really hope you enjoy this! I've never really watched mha so I don't know if this is in character for shinsou or not, but I still hope you enjoy! pt.2 maybe?
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if you’re lucky enough to have kirishima as your boyfriend, best believe this man will treat you like royalty.
he’s so supportive and wholesome, never wasting an opportunity to tell you how awesome you are
his love language is definitely a mix of acts of service and words of affirmation, so expect lots of thoughtful gestures & compliments!
also he’s a big fan of physical touch & feels no shame whatsoever with pda
oh, you guys are walking side by side? his strong hand is already snaking its way into yours.
def the type to send you random texts throughout the day like “miss you sm!” or “thinking about u!”
he remembers the little things. did you mention that you thought the new restaurant down the street looked good? he’s already making reservations & surprising you!
being the best boyfriend ever is the manliest thing that a guy can do—so best believe kirishima makes it his civil duty to love you as much as possible.
insists on carrying heavy things for you even though you’re perfectly capable—it’s just chivalrous!
you better hope that nobody disrespects you while kirishima is around. his entire mood changes, and he wastes no time in standing up for you. nobody messes with his s/o and gets away with it.
either way, he brags about you to all of class 1-A, and he never passes the opportunity to talk about how pretty and cool and talented you are.
you guys have movie nights on friday where he’ll come over to your dorm and you guys cuddle up on the couch.
always lets you pick the movie, and will watch everything, even if it isn’t his favorite genre. just for you, he’ll pretend to like it!
you look over & he’s crying a little bit after a sad scene in which the main character sacrificed himself for his friends. “how manly!” he says, tears streaming down his cheeks. don’t worry, though. you pull him closer and kiss the tears away.
it’s moments like those where he’s truly so grateful to have you in his life.
the both of you just went out to eat for a date, and now you’re walking back to the dorms. but as soon as you stepped outside, it was so cold. don’t even need to ask—he’s already taking off his jacket and putting it around you.
you blush as he zips it up. “no way, you’re not freezing on my watch!” and he kisses your forehead.
if he’s cold, he’ll play it off. just a small price to pay for his lover!
loves randomly flexing his muscles and showing off how strong he is, and he’ll get adorably flustered when you compliment him.
definitely lets you hop on his back while he’s doing push ups for conditioning. doesn’t matter your weight, he gets through 100 push ups with no sweat!
surprises you with flowers spontaneously. “happy 219th day anniversary!” he’ll say as he hands you the prettiest bouquet of flowers you’ve ever seen. “but these flowers aren’t prettier than you!”
cuddling with him after a long day is the best. you guys will lay on his bed, and he’ll wrap the blanket around you guys, trapping you inside. you lay on top of him, your legs tangled in a mess and your arms around his neck. kirishima strong arms are wrapped around your frame, and he holds you close. “i love you so much, y/n.” he says, kissing your forehead.
you truly have the best boyfriend ever.
author’s notes. kirishima is literally the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. writing this was so sweet!!
can you write a drabble of megumi fushiguro and the reader enemies to lovers??
cw: {enemies to lovers, academic rivals to lovers, fluff, kind of spicy (?)}
wc: 700
megumi fushiguro hated your guts. it wasn't really unlike him to feel this way towards people, it seemed he hated everyone except for his friends (yuji is debatable). megumi's hatred for you, though, was...different. he couldn't get you out of his mind, he'd stay awake at night because even the mere thought of you made him so upset that he couldn't sleep.
you were perfect. perfect from your grades to your cursed technique, so in your mind, it was natural for megumi to be intimidated by you.
you decided to use this intimidation to your advantage, teasing and pushing every button that megumi had, and then putting on your usual innocent act when confronted by him.
megumi was at his limit. he had grown sick of your little games. you thought you were so funny, didn't you? you probably thought that capitalizing on his aversion towards you would make him crack, but this only fueled every negative feeling he had towards you. he was gonna find out every little thing that made you tick.
from that point on, megumi was silent around you, but he stared at you like a wolf ready to tear apart his prey. this was when he noticed things about you differently, the way your hair always looked perfect, like you had spent hours on it in the morning, the way your eyes looked in the afternoon sunlight, even the way your nosed scrunched up when you laughed.
but he had to focus on the task at hand, he had to get you to be the one to crumble, he had to see you defenseless and at his mercy. how he would do this, he didn't know.
it was a sunny afternoon, a cool breeze complimenting the sight of trees filled with orange and red leaves, and the smell of pumpkin spice flooding the classroom. you stayed inside while everyone else played in the leaves, doodling trees and different plants you saw from the open window by your seat at the front of the classroom. you didn't even notice megumi walk in with a slight devilish grin plastered on his face.
megumi had finally figured out how to push your buttons, he was gonna start by 'accidentally' spilling a hot latte over your sketchbook. (he couldn't think of any better ideas) you finally notice megumi walking towards you, a cup from the café across the street in his hand.
"is that for me?" you ask, taking out one airpod from your ear. "how sweet of you!" before he can even attempt to tilt the cup over your drawings, you take the cup out of his hands, and start to sip the coffee little by little. "so what did you come to talk to me about?" you ask, taking out your other airpod. "I-uh..huh?" megumi stammers, did he want to talk to you about something? if he did, he definitely forgot. "actually, I have something to say first." you say, turning your gaze to the black loafers you wear with your school uniform.
"I..I like you megumi. I have for a long time, and I know you have some like one sided beef with me, but I just want you to know that I don't feel negatively towards you at all.."
what. now this definitely wasn't what megumi was expecting at all. he stands there, in shock, unable to form sentences. "I- er- um.."
"oh my gosh, do I have to do everything?" suddenly, you take megumi's face and smash your lips onto his, spilling the latte all over the classroom floor. the taste of pumpkin spice and cinnamon still decorating your soft, plush lips.
just as megumi is about lift his hands up to your hair, you abrputly end the kiss. "I-I'm sorry" you say, picking up your books and bolting out of the classroom. megumi stands there, still frozen, attempting to process whatever the hell just happened.
just then a voice breaks the silence, "what..was that..?" it was yuji, nobara right next to him, both in almost as much shock as megumi.
"I...I don't know..."
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a/n: HI GUYS! I'm fairly new to drabbles, so sorry if this is really long for a drabble (╥_╥)
synopsis. working part-time at the local bakery was supposed to be simple: balancing high-school, late night-shifts, and keeping it all under control. but everything changes when UA student katsuki bakugou walks through the door and saves you from a villain. afterwards, he starts showing up regularly. despite being from two different worlds, you can't help but grow closer, one warm pastry at a time.
content warnings. cussing, violence.
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THE SHRILL BLARE OF THE ALARM CLOCK CUT THROUGH THE QUIET OF THE MORNING, DRAGGING Y/N OUT OF HER PEACEFUL SLEEP. She groaned softly, her hand fumbling across the bedside table until she silenced the noise. Sunlight filtered through her curtains, casting a soft light on her entire room. With a heavy sigh, she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Another ordinary day.
Y/N led a relatively normal life in Musutafu, Japan--the heart of Japan's top hero agencies and home to the prestigious UA academy. She had grown up idolizing pro heroes for their courage and unyielding sense of justice. Like many others, she dreamed of joining their ranks one day. But her quirk lacked the flashy appeal or raw power required to pursue such a path.
Her quirk is called Serenity. When activated, she is able to emit a calming aura that soothes individuals near her. Nothing flashy or special, so at a young age, she gave up that dream of becoming a hero. Instead, she focused on living a quiet life--studying, working at the bakery, and helping her father.
After her usual morning routine, Y/N padded softly into the kitchen of the modest apartment that she shared with her father. The space was small but homey, filled with mismatched furniture, potted plants, and faint traces of her late mother's influence in the some of the decor.
Her father, a kind and gentle man who worked long hours as a trucker to make due, was still asleep in his room. She made sure to keep the TV volume low as she flipped it on for some background noise.
"...shocking news as UA High School recovers from an attack on their facility known as the USJ," the reporter announced. "A group of some attackers calling themselves the League of Villains attempted to ambush students and faculty during a training session..."
Y/N frowned as she listened to the news, her hands opening the fridge door. "UA students were attacked...?" she murmured to herself. "That's so scary."
The teenage girl returned her focus to making breakfast--something she does every morning for her and her father. As she scanned the contents of the fridge, she decided that pancakes seemed like the perfect dish to make. Cooking and baking had always brought her a sense of peace, a passion passed down from her mother.
When the pancakes were done, she plated them neatly, and sat down at the counter to eat her food. Once finished, she directed her attention to her father's still food. An idea popped into her head, one in which she went in search for a piece of paper and pen. When acquired, she leaned over the countertop and found herself scribbling a sweet note to her dad on there. Something small to brighten up his day.
Finally, she completed it with a stick-figure drawing of the two. The girl capped the pan and stood back, admiring her work. She looked up, a smile plastered on her face, and her eyes flickered to the clock.
"Oh no, I'm going to be late!"
Y/N's steps fell into a familiar rhythm as she walked to her usual seat by the window in the back of the class. She wasn't particularly the loudest, but she made sure to greet her classmates with a smile and soft hellos. She slid into her seat and prepared for class to start. The day passed by in a blur of lectures and notes, the monotony broken only by her friends lively chattering during lunch.
"Did you hear about the attack on UA's USJ?" one of them asked, leaning forward with wide eyes. "Apparently it was a group of villains! Like, actual villains!"
"I did! I heard that just a few were injured, but still, UA should really improve their security," another chimed in, shaking her head.
"All the students were first-years like us, too! Can you imagine being in the middle of that?" The first friend pressed, looking at Y/N.
Y/N hesitated, sipping her strawberry milk. "…I'm just glad everyone made it out okay."
She tuned into the conversation every now and then. UA and its students felt like a world away from their guys' mundane lives, even if they were technically their neighbors. The school was just a couple miles away. She didn't envy the UA students--she preferred her quiet life, even if it wasn't as exciting.
"I bet you would've pissed your pants!" one of her friends said, directed towards the other one.
"Hey! No I wouldn't have!"
When the final bell rang, Y/N swiftly gathered her things and waved goodbye to her friends. Her next destination was the bakery, her favorite part of the day.
The walk was pretty calm, but the bakery was even calmer. It was a cozy, unassuming place tucked away on the edge of the hill. Its walls were painted a soft cream color, and the smell of fresh bread and sugar greeted Y/N as she stepped inside.
"Hey, you're here!" Aiko, one of her coworkers, called from behind the counter. She was already tying up a box of pastries for a customer.
"Of course," Y/N replied with a soft smile, tying on her apron and pinning her long hair into a messy bun behind her head. After putting away her school bag in the back, she joined Aiko at the counter. "I'm nothing if not punctual."
Aiko turned towards the younger girl. "You're so hard-working, you know that right? I have no clue how you balance everything." She glanced at her watch. "Speaking of hard-work, it's time for me to clock out. I've got class."
Y/N chuckled, her cheeks flushing at the college student's praise. "I just do what I can."
Aiko squeezed the younger girl's shoulder as she walked past her. "You got it from here!" She said, getting her bag and making her way out with a wave.
The shift started slow, with a few regulars popping in for their usual orders. Y/N kept busy tending to the customers and restocking shelves, baking pastries and doing homework when she got the chance, her movements graceful and practiced.
Around five o'clock is when the post-school rush began. Students from nearby schools crowd in, laughing and chatting as they placed their orders. Tired adults shuffled through for a quick pick-me-up.
Just as the chaos began to die down, the bell above the door jingled again. Y/N turned to see a man enter, his broad frame covered in tattoos and his face set in a deep scowl. His sharp eyes darted around the bakery, landing briefly on Y/N before he started towards the counter. Although not much crime occurred in this specific area as it was so close to an academy filled with heroes, sometimes Y/N would witness villains and their violent behaviors when walking on the streets. It was uncommon, but not rare.
"Good afternoon, sir," Y/N greeted softly, offering her usual shy smile despite the unease curling in her chest. "What can I help you with?"
The guy pointed at a few items on the shelves, which she carefully boxed and bagged.
"Would that be all for you?" She asked, the bag in hand.
He grunted. "Yeah, just hurry it up," the man said, crossing his arms over his chest. It is then than the girl noticed his sharp teeth and nails. It must be his quirk.
She placed the bag on the counter. "That'll be 400 yen."
Instead of paying, the man leaned forward, his expression darkening. "Actually, how about you just hand it over for free?"
Y/N stammered. "I'm sorry sir," she said quietly, "We don't--"
"Don't waste my time," the man growled, his tone dropping to a dangerous low. His arms unfolded, and he activated his quirk, making his claws grow larger. "Unless you want trouble, you'll hand over the money in the register too."
The younger girl's heart pounded in her chest as fear took hold. But she didn't let the situation panic her. Instead, her calm nature and quick thinking led her to activate her quirk. Her eyes shone a soft shade of blue as her serene abilities radiated outwards towards the villain.
"Are you playing games with me?" The guy angrily says, stumbling as he began to step forward.
Before she could finish using her quirk, the doorbell jingled again. Her breath hitched when she saw the figure stepping inside.
A boy, roughly her age, entered, his spiky blond hair catching the evening light. His hands were tucked in the pockets of his uniform, which Y/N instantly recognized as UA High School's. His voice, loud and dripping with arrogance cut through the tense air. "What's with all the yelling? Can't a guy grab a snack without hearing some loser whining?"
The man froze, his eyes narrowing as he got a good look at the blond haired student. Recognition flickered across his face, followed by a sneer. "Well look who it is. You're that brat, aren't you? The one who got attacked by that sludge guy?"
A look of annoyance and anger made its way across the blond's face. "Shut the hell up before I murder you!" The blond snapped, his voice cutting through the bakery, which by now was empty, besides the three of them--everyone else had fled in fear.
Y/N's eyes darted between the two, confusion and tension mounting. She had no idea what the man was talking about, but the boy's sharp eyes narrowed dangerously. Even though he wore the uniform from UA, Y/N got fearful that he, too, was a villain in disguise, based on his attitude.
"Don't get cocky, kid," the villain said, as he cracked his knuckles. He noticed the uniform. "You might go to a hero school, but you're just a kid with a big mouth."
The cocky young boy scoffed, his hand crackling with small explosions. "You think you're better than me? I'll fucking show you!"
Before the man could react, the blond launched forward, an explosion erupting from his palm towards the villain'. Y/N gasped, ducking behind the counter as the man stumbled back, clutching at his stomach.
"You little--!" The villain snarled, with a cough. He lunged towards the UA student with his claws outspread. But the younger boy was faster.
Another blast sent the man crashing into the display case of pastries, scattering crumbs and frosting everywhere. Y/N shielded her face from the blow. The villain groaned, struggling to stand, but the blond grabbed him by the collar and yanked him up, a fierce look painted across his face.
"Get lost, scumbag. Unless you want me to finish this." The crimson-eyed boy barked, sparks forming in his free hand.
The man glared at him, but the sound of distant sirens made him hesitate. One of the customers must've called the police. With a final grunt, he yanked himself free and bolted out the door.
Y/N emerged cautiously, surveying the damage with wide eyes. "What just happened?" She managed out, still in some shock at what she just witnessed.
"Tch. What a waste of time." The boy mumbled to himself, brushing the crumbs off of his uniform. He turned to her, his eyes flickering to her name tag. Y/N. "Hey. You work here?" He grumbled.
"Y-yeah, I do." she stammered.
"Give me a strawberry tart."
Despite the chaos that just ensued, he was asking for a pastry, and she couldn't help but smile or refuse the guy who saved her, even though he made a huge mess in doing so. "Sure," she chuckled. "It's on the house."
"Whatever," he said, looking around, taking in the state of the bakery. "Clean this place up before your boss yells at you or something."
"Yeah, I will." She sighed as she worked on his tart. "Looks like I got my work cut out for me."
The spiky-haired boy stood silently, his foot tapping impatiently. He glanced around the bakery, looking at all the decorations. He finally turned towards the girl and watched as she prepared the tart. He couldn't help but stare at the way her hair had been perfectly messed up, the blue of her eyes, and the flour and frosting that dusted her cheeks.
"Okay. Here you go." Y/N said, handing the pastry to him.
He grabbed the boxed tart from her hands, their fingers briefly brushing. She looked up at him, a shy smile on her face. He scoffed and turned around, heading towards the door.
"Wait," Y/N said, "What's your name?"
He paused by the door. "Bakugou."
She softly smiled. "Thanks, Bakugou."
He scoffed and left, the box in hand.
Y/N exhaled deeply, looking around at the wreckage as the fiery boy left the bakery. Little did she know, her mundane life was about to get so much more interesting.
author’s notes. thank u for reading <33 first chapter! i'm so excited!! this is my first time writing anything on this platform, so please feel free to leave constructive criticism. any support is appreciated!
synopsis. working part-time at the local bakery was supposed to be simple: balancing high-school, late night-shifts, and keeping it all under control. but everything changes when UA student katsuki bakugou walks through the door and saves you from a villain. afterwards, he starts showing up regularly. despite being from two different worlds, you can't help but grow closer, one warm pastry at a time.
content warnings. N/A
status. unfinished
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CHAPTER 1: the first encounter
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