It’s Ya Boi

28 | Hyperfixated on Genshin rn

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[rubywaltz]

That's one way to stop the jokes.

[keilemlucent]

best nest

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: 6.2k

Keigo’s never been able to properly indulge his instincts, though you’re more than willing to help him change that.

warnings: avian, feral keigo. rut/heat cycles. nesting. wing kink. breeding. horny shit, i tell u what

beta’ed: @keiqos​ 

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[saintobio]

YEAR 2200

↳ suna rintarou/reader (spinoff to wastelands)

“Gosh, it’s so crazy that we have a way to know what happened to us in our past lives.”

“I was a freaking widow in World War III.”

“History books say there was also a zombie apocalypse in the twenty-first century.”

“So, what were you in the past?”

“Dude, I was like born in the 1920’s or something.”

“What about you, Y/N?”

For the past hour of listening to your friends’ conversation, it was no denying that you became essentially bored and you wanted nothing else but to just change the topic. Both Naomi and Niko were enthusiastic on the topic of the past, and unlike them, you were a person who was rather interested in the future. Due to that contrast alone, your response was of insouciance, “I don’t know. I never bothered to find out.”

“Lame. What if you were married to the king of Japan or something?” Naomi presented the idea with a grin.

Niko, who was seated across the table, took a sip from his glass and allowed the alcohol to fuel his talkativeness. “Or maybe Y/N’s scared to know her past.”

You weren’t. You just didn’t like the thought of looking back knowing that it could ruin whatever you had at the present. “First of all, you guys are drunk so this talk about the past life doesn’t make it interesting to me.” You counted off your finger before you spoke, “Second, I’m gonna need a quick smoke so I’ll leave you guys for sec.”

“Boo, party pooper.”

“Call us if random guys tried to hit on you,” Naomi joked.

You gave them a playful wink before sliding out of the bar stool. It was only 11 PM but this university life was getting more and more laborious each day. Although going to this rooftop bar was supposedly a stress reliever, you would rather be in the comfort of your bed to recover from sleep deprivation.

Somehow, the air outside was surprisingly calming. You indulged on a few steps near the handrails to get a full view of the stretch of urban night life before you. The cityscape was a constellation that mirrored the starry night and rested in silence in contrast to the chattering noises and soft r&b music coming from inside the bar.

While the lack of human presence in the smoking area brought you serenity, there was a sudden heaviness in your heart that you couldn’t understand. A pounding that came out of nowhere as if your heart had fallen out of rhythm. You ignored it by fishing out your juul, inhaling the strawberry-flavored smoke from the small rod.

“Shit.”

The manly voice made you cock your head to the side only to see a man with middle-parted hair arriving in his chosen area. He was frowning at his own juul, tapping it against his palm in desperate attempts. You haven’t seen this man before but there was an uneasy feeling of déjà vu that you’ve chosen to just shrug off in your head.

You blew out the puff of white smoke from your mouth and returned your gaze at the luminescence of the moon that stared back at you in its heavenly brightness.

A clear of his throat was what gained your attention. That, and his decision to speak to you, “Do I know you?”

Once again, you looked at the stranger. He was wearing a dark sweater that matched his raven hair that was gelled in opposing directions. His fox eyes complemented his thin face and you would be a liar not to acknowledge his handsome, boy-next-door look.

But then again, you remembered his question and your pique arose. “Shouldn’t I ask you that?” you retorted, watching him lean on the handrail with an impressed grin. “You talked to me first, so why do you think I know you?”

“Chill, babe. I just feel like I’ve seen you somewhere.” His gaze on your face was full of interest.

You? You could only roll your eyes, betting that he was one of the notorious fuckboys in town. Although it was a bit surprising that he, too, felt a spark of familiarity towards you. “Yeah, right. Heard that from a lot of guys,” you ended up saying it to him as you were never one to let your guard down. Classic fuckboys. Maybe he was just trying to make a move.

“Do you live around here?” he inquired while you took another drag. The smoke filled your lungs in satisfaction before you released it back into thin air.

“Mhm,” you replied, “I’m in college.”

The genuine smile on his face caused another loud thumping on your heart. “Me, too. You go to Creston?”

Oh... Maybe that’s why. “Yeah, do you?”

He responded with a nod before offering a hand. “Cool, my name’s Rin.”

Despite your hesitation to fully entertain the man, your instinct led you to shake his hand. “Y/N.”

You wondered if something else crossed his mind because the slight crease on his forehead confused you. It seemed as if he was trying to discern you in his hesd, searching his deepest memories as if he could find any.

You doubted it. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just...” he trailed off, “my chest feels tight that’s why I went here for some fresh air but now I feel even more odd.”

“Well, too bad. I guess I should take my leave, then,” you excused yourself and prepared to leave, “my friends are waiting for me.”

And before you could, a tug on your wrist stopped you from your tracks. “Wait, can I at least have your number?” His smile was inviting. God, it must be the effect of his charm. “I really think we should date some time.”

You laughed under your breath, amazed by his confidence. “I really think you should know that I don’t date random guys I met at a rooftop bar.” Before you pivoted on your heels, you gave him an amused smirk. “See you around, Rin.”

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[saintobio]

wastelands. (final)

↳ suna rintarou x f!reader

summary: after a viral pandemic wiped out half of the world’s population, a group of abandoned young adults embark on a life-threatening journey in hopes of finding a safe permanent home. unfortunately, for you and Rin, love is only a temporary option.

genre: heavy angst, unrequited, post apocalypse au, 18+

cw: suicidal thoughts, guns, gore, zombies, mcd

notes: last chapter, thank you so much for all the messages for this series. i love every single one of you <3

series masterlist -> rin’s letter

You wanted to wake up from this sick nightmare.

Hearing Suna say that he had been aware of his current state was not only devastating but it also made everything feel like the Earth took a stop from spinning on its axis. Time has slowed down and restrained all of your thoughts and processes, trapping you in an endless void where pain was a sensation that dominated everything else.

“N-No.”

You were frantically shaking your head, getting up from the floor despite your already wobbly legs. Your vision was getting blurry from the accumulation of tears that were pooling your eyes because there was no way you could believe that Rintarou Suna only had eight short hours left to live.

Perhaps if anyone was to skin you alive and pour acid on your sinew, the pain would be on par with the idea of your one true love’s approaching demise. The fact that a new beginning and a happy future with him were now crossed out beyond the bounds of possibility, you were a minute close into fainting from the colossal pain that sent you deep into Tartarus.

What have you done in your past life to deserve this unending torture? Kita’s death hasn’t even sunk in to you and now you were doomed to face another.

Suna took a step closer to pull you towards him while suppressing his own tears for your sake. “Hey. Baby, it’s okay—”

“No, it’s not!” you cried and let yourself be completely weak on his arms. You were getting hysterical with your refusal to accept the situation. Much to the violent tremble of your hands, your voice also quivered uncontrollably. “How can you say it’s okay, Rin? This isn’t real—no, th-this isn’t—!”

Embracing you tightly was the only thing he could offer as you sobbed your heart out and screamed on his chest. The sound of your weeping brought an excruciating clench in his heart because, similarly to you, he was deep on the brink of an outburst.

He knew what his fate would be in the next few hours and yet the only thing he could think of was your sanity.

“There... has to be,” you spoke through ragged breaths as tears welled up your eyes, “h-has to be a way. P-Please, Suna... We need to f-find some way... g-get some help.”

“I’m not leaving you,” he assured, cupping your cheeks with the remaining warmth from his palms. He saw from the mirror reflecting through your eyes that his amber orbs were just as larmoyant. Deep purple veins were beginning to show on his scleras—a sight that only confirmed to you that him being infected was as real as it could get. “Osamu has contacted Aran, okay? They’ll be here to pick you guys up—”

More tears cascaded from your eyes. “No! No, you’re coming with us!” Sobbing, you held on to his wrists before turning to the Miya twins. “Osamu, Atsumu, please help. Please, tell them to come quick.”

The twins have barely recovered from the physical exhaustion with all the running and the emotional trauma from Kita’s sacrifice alone. However, seeing you drowning in your own tears forced them to go back to their senses. They finally understood the situation at hand and realized that their best friend was going to turn into a flesh-eating monster sooner than they thought.

“Suna, you’re...” Osamu could barely continue as his gunmetal eyes dilated in shock. He was just as nonplussed as his brother was.

“Hey, no crying ‘Samu. You’re better than that,” Suna insisted, an arm still secured around your waist before he looked at the blond with a grin. “You too, ‘Tsumu. No violent reactions. Set a good example for Y/N.”

How could he be so calm at a time like this? How could he still smile when he was on the verge of passing away?

You didn’t think things could possibly hurt more. The look of pity that you received from the twins made you feel hollow inside because nothing was more painful than the inevitability of your other half’s departure from life. None of you anticipated it and your devastation showed from the way you all fell stuck from where you stood.

The man who held you in his arms was the complete opposite to his three friends who had become statues. Suna tried to lighten his plight by snapping his fingers on the twins’ faces. “Yo, snap out of it,” he said, unbelievably casual. “‘Samu, what’s their ETA?”

Atsumu puffed out his cheeks and let out an exhale as he stifled his tears. This was the same guy who used to find every reason to laugh even in the worst situations. Now he couldn’t even look at his best friend’s eyes without bursting into a sob.

Osamu was more composed even though his uneven breathing revealed just how affected he was about Suna’s current condition. Still, he tried to respond without faltering, “By dawn. He says a chopper’s coming to get supplies from Aomori and they’ll pick us up along the way.”

You did the math in your head. With the current time being 7PM, Suna only had until 3AM to live. He wouldn’t even last long enough to see the last sunrise in his life and the hurtful thought elicited another weep out of you. “Wh-Why can’t we just... Maybe they have a cure in there. M-Maybe they... Suna. I can’t live without you. We have to do something.”

Rin rubbed your back in comfort, embracing you with one arm and stroking your hair with the other. You could tell he wanted to say it’s going to be okay or everything will be fine but he knew exactly that none of this was okay. It was futile to even try and convince you so he just focused on his next plans instead of crying over his forthcoming zombie transition.

By looking at Osamu who was still visibly grief-stricken with his friends’ unfortunate fate, Suna gave him a pat on the back as if to wake him up. “‘Samu, take off your belt.”

The sudden instruction confused the three of you. On one hand, Rin walking closer to the metal railings by the edge of the rooftop gave you a hint of what he was planning to do.

“What for?” Osamu asked, deeply melancholic.

“Need you to tie my wrists with it into this railing,” the raven-haired boy ordered, gesturing his wrists together behind his back, “like this. Make sure it’s tight enough so I don’t hurt anyone just in case. Worst comes to worst, use your remaining bullets to kill me.”

You muffled a cry. “Rin!”

“Sunarin...” Atsumu’s eyes were downcast.

Suna himself tried to walk around and find a good spot as he completely ignored the looks of sympathy that all three of you were giving him. You realized that the last thing he needed were weak people. How could he be strong enough to face his transition when the people around him couldn’t even muster their own strength to carry on?

There was no lie that your heart was in smithereens, but for Suna, you ought to be the stronger one this time. He deserved to have you by his side as his pillar in his last remaining hours, not someone who would possibly die of grief before he could. Seeing this situation more clearly in your head made you pull yourself together for his sake. He had always thought about yours and it was about time you returned it again.

Rin sat by the edge of the rooftop and leaned behind the steel railings with a smile that followed a deep breath. “I have a request,” he spoke with a raspy voice while you walked closer to sit beside him, “I want you guys to hold it in for the next eight hours. Just spend it with me like normal, like I’m not turning into anything. Can you guys do that for me?”

The mirroring looks you’ve traded with the twins only screamed one thing: do it for Rin.

“We will.”

8 PM.

The twins did their best to tie Suna’s wrists behind his back as per his wishes. He was now tethered to the railings to prevent him from attacking anyone should he turn into a Z anytime soon. Silence dominated the rooftop except for the distant sound of zombie growls and the thumping of your heart.

You stayed seated by his side, ignoring his requests of you keeping your distance because you could never do so. An hour has passed and he was starting to have cold sweats and painful headaches; a side-effect of the infection that was now flowing through his bloodstream and attacking his cells. You tried to touch his hair and comb your fingers through them in comfort as he leaned his head on the railing to look at you. “Rin, how do you feel?”

“Feeling like shit,” he responded, drawing deep breaths. “Have I told you I love you today?”

You sighed, caressing his cheek with your thumb. “You showed me just how much you do.”

If not for his current condition, you would have believed that the smile on his face had no underlying pain behind it. “Good, then.” His fingers twitched behind him. “I’ll tell Kitashin I did a great job as a boyfriend when I meet his ghost later.”

“Suna, don’t joke about your situation like that,” Osamu chimed in with his eyes closed and his head leaned against the steel frame. He was currently seated on the other side of Rintarou.

Atsumu, meanwhile, had hands in his head while he lamented next to his twin, “Man, it’s my fault. If I didn’t ask Suna to help me—”

“Jeez, come on.” Rin maintained his usual playful mien. “We finished the boss level. That’s what’s important. I don’t wanna hear anyone blaming themselves.”

Suna was suppressing his coughs while he spoke and you were beginning to be wary of the physical changes he had thus far. With each minute that passed, the warmth was leaving his body and was being replaced by the coldness of his flesh. It was either his arm or his foot that would twitch before he could control himself. The dark purple veins in his neck were also becoming more and more prominent.

There was no one to blame. This was a case of an unfortunate twist of fate that would wreck you forever. Suna would never become the husband that you wanted because in the end, your love would go back to square one. With him gone, the relationship you’ve recently built together would just vanish like it never happened. Unrequited back to what it originally was.

The thought alone grated your heart into small fragments that could never be fixed.

“This is sick,” Atsumu spoke in a low voice, looking at the night sky with shiny eyes. “That’s losing two of my best friends in a single day.”

“You haven’t lost me. Cut it out.” Suna peeked at the blond. “I’m gonna watch you get a girlfriend in Aomori so you better have good taste.”

Atsumu whined, “Fuck, you’re making me cry!”

As much as you wanted to say the same, you didn’t want to ruin the temporary smile on Suna’s face and the soft chuckle that followed it. He was trying to be happy in his last moments and the least you could do was hold your misery in. You couldn’t afford being in complete doldrums when Suna’s dying wish was for you to be strong.

You held back from uttering another sigh as you leaned your head on his shoulder and he was returning your affection by resting his head above yours.

Why couldn’t the time just slow down?

10 PM

3 hours has passed since Rin got infected. You were stubborn at moving away from him even if the twins themselves have also insisted that you do. Suna was visibly ill—his eyes were slightly feverish, his mouth had parted due to the increased production of saliva, and his muscles had become stiff.

He looked exactly like a person who contracted rabies, but just a hundred times worse. Other than his growing fatigue and the tingling sensation on his wound, he was claiming that he could still control his mind.

You hated it. You hated the sight of your true love turning before your eyes while you were just sitting there watching. You were useless, powerless to save him from becoming the same carnivorous ghouls that he had been killing for the past few months. With the tables turning for the worst, you didn’t know how you were going to face the torture of losing him.

“Osamu,” you called the guy’s attention with desperate eyes, “do you think you can convince Aran to come quicker? They’re coming from a chopper and I-I just think that maybe we can get some help in Aomori.”

The grey-haired twin had clear sympathy for you. He was just as dolorous for Suna’s changing state but he, too, could not do anything about it. “I already tried but he says the troop will be here by sunrise, at best.” He glanced between you and Rin. “And honestly, if they find out that Suna’s infected... they’re most likely gonna—”

“I get it,” you cut him off before he could continue the words you were dreading to hear.

So this was checkmate.

You were stuck on a dead end with no other options to take because that was just how cruel and utterly heartless the world was to you. In the end, you were still undeserving of the love you longed to have no matter how much you tried to turn things around and change your fate. If yours and Rin’s position were switched, it might have hurt less.

You would rather be the one dying because at least by then, your pain would come to an end. The suffering, the torment, the endless agony—they would all leave your body without any scintilla of misery left to hurt you further than you already have.

“So this is how it feels to be a Z,” Rin suddenly spoke after closing his eyes for a few minutes. You immediately got out of trance just to redirect every bit of your attention back to him. “My skin feels like burning.”

“Is there anything I can do?” you asked, softly. Your eyes were intently watching him as he stared at an empty space before turning to you. “How can I lessen your pain?”

He shook his head and dismissed whatever thought he had. “Do you wanna know where I got the nickname ‘angel’ for you?”

Relaxing your back on the railings, you took a deep breath. He wanted to talk and you had all ears for him. “Where?”

The faint smile on his lips made your heart ache because you could see that he was reminiscing a few memories in his head before they would disappear. “You dressed as an angel last halloween of 2018,” he recalled, eyes glinting. “I thought it made sense. You look like one and you act like one. You’re an angel.”

God, you were just having a harder time at loving him less when he was revealing small things like this. The fact that he remembered what you dressed up as on Halloween of 2018 was a confirmation that he did have an eye for you back in high school. And yet, despite realizing so, why did it only hurt more?

“That’s so cheesy,” you muttered, earning his chuckle. He didn’t know just how much you were melting from the sweet pain inside.

“It’s true.” He briefly glanced at your lips. “I can’t ever forget those feather wings. They hit Atsumu’s face when you were running on the street.”

Atsumu joined the conversation as soon as he heard his name. “I remember that.” Now engaged on the small chat, the blond cocked his head over to look at you. “Why’d ‘ya pick to be an angel?”

“It was inspired by 1996 Romeo and Juliet,” you explained, folding your legs above your chest in reminiscence. “I loved how Claire Danes portrayed Juliet in that movie.”

Rin hummed in response. “I should’ve been Romeo, then. Imagine if I pulled up as a knight, you’d probably run away with me and then we’ll marry on the same day.”

“Not when you were head over heels for Sophia back then,” you countered, eyeing how the apples of his cheeks appeared when he plastered a grin.

“Jealous?” he teased.

You shook your head in denial. “No,” was your answer. “What was Sophia for Halloween?”

He searched his memories and shrugged. “I don’t know... A bunny?”

Right. You remembered it now. She had always been the main attraction and her playboy bunny costume gained her extra popularity. You couldn’t exactly recall what Suna was that night so you tried to ask, “What were you that time, Rin?”

“A kickass vampire.” Shaking his head, he added, “I don’t remember what Sophia wore that night for some reason.”

Osamu found humor from his answer. “You don’t remember Sophia, but you remember Y/N’s.”

“What a simp!” Atsumu jeered before falling back into his gloom. “Man, I wish we can just... go back to high school. Everything was fine. Everyone was alive. You don’t coexist with zombies. You don’t watch the people you love die left and right. We took everything for granted and now we’re paying for it.”

You didn’t mean this as an insult, but tonight was the first time you’ve heard Atsumu talk about something serious. He was greatly affected by this whole situation in the same extent as you all were, as young adults who still had many more years to left to spend but was left with inescapable circumstances.

The thought of how felicitous life was back then brought you nostalgic images to fondly smile about. You remembered the time where you would purposely take a bathroom pass just to find an excuse to get a glimpse of Rin in his classroom. You remembered having to greet him every mornings when you would take the bus or the subway to school. You remembered that night in prom where you first heard him say you looked cute. How was that last one buried deep in your memories when it was one of the most unforgettable?

“I wish I had the power to turn back time,” you hoped, forlorn. Your heart lurched at the thought that facing the reality in front of you was your only option in this lifetime.

12 AM.

You were awake more than ever.

Perhaps it was because you were wary of the remaining three hours that Suna had as him. He was already barely human on the external as his skin had turned ghastly. They had a pale green undertone with no trace of pink flesh left to show how he was turning necrotic every second.

You couldn’t touch him. You were asked to keep your distance from him to prepare you from his inevitable transition. In those minutes where he kept his eyes shut while forcing the pain away from his lucid mind, you thought of dying together with him. You considered being on the same page as your one true love because what would your world be without Rin? How could you go on without him by your side? Maybe you should place a bullet to your head once his time was up so you could go to the afterlife together.

If he died, you probably should—

“Y/N.” His voice came out hoarse. You fell into a state of shock after seeing how his iris had thinned out to let the paleness slowly dominate his eyes. It wouldn’t take long for him to be surrounded by effluvia. His scent was already starting to become fetid which meant that his cells were torturously decaying inside of him. But even with all these, he could still look at you with the same adoring gaze. Amber eyes almost dull and lifeless, but his love for you would never die with him. “Can you reach for my back pocket?”

You swallowed the ache you had to be strong on the outside. Following his instruction, you walked closer to reach for the pocket of his jeans. “What do I—?”

“My wallet,” he said, momentarily turning his head away to cough on the side. The twins were now situated on your other side, a distance reasonable to keep them safe from the virus that Suna had caught. Suna, who blinked thrice on the same second. Whose wrists had blisters from the tightness of the belt. The laceration caused open wounds around his wrists and you could only imagine how much he was suffering from the pain. You had to close your eyes for a moment just to try and not to sob before you heard him speak again. “Take it with you. Don’t open it until you’ve healed from everything.”

You clutched his familiar black leather wallet on your chest. Was this a memento? Something you could hold on to once he died? He was in his final moments so you expected that he would start giving you his last words. Knowing Suna, he would want you to remember him even when he was gone.

“Rin,” you fell on your bum, inhaling deep so your tears would not spill. “I can’t do this...”

He tilted his head to glance at the twins who appeared to have fallen asleep. You were certain that they weren’t asleep—they just didn’t want to see Suna turning into a zombie so they chose to keep their eyes shut and their head down low.

“You can do it,” he encouraged, redirecting his attention back on you with frenzied eyes desperate to keep its focus. He was in a battle with himself and his deteriorating body, keeping his best to stay with you for as long as he could. “You need to live, okay? You have Asher waiting for you. He’s in there, he’s hoping to see you again so you need to be strong for him. I don’t have any family left but you do, so you have to continue on this journey until you see him again. There’s a rainbow after the storm. Live a happy life in Aomori, Y/N.”

There, tears had finally fallen from the corners of your eyes. Just when you were having suicidal thoughts, here he was reminding you of the life you still had beyond him. He was reminding you that dying would not end the pain, but would only bring more pain to others.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t stick to my promise.” His woes had him restraining his own tears. They were the same tears that he had been keeping all this time. “I told Asher I’m gonna bring you back to him and I-I c-couldn’t—”

“You’ve done enough,” you silently weeped, wiping your eyes as they blurred your vision. “You’ve done so much, Rin. You saved all of us in exchange for your own life. W-We...” You struggled to continue after being submerged from your own tears.

“I wanted more time for us.” He stared at the sky with tears gushing out of his eyes. He couldn’t even wipe them.

And he couldn’t even kiss you.

“Rin,” you spoke despite the crack in your voice, “I-I waited seven years to be with you.”

Seven long years. You didn’t have any ounce of regret in loving him for all those years because he was the only person you could offer your heart to no matter how many times you would go back in time. It did feel like having a happy relationship with him was already in your grasp but was taken away in a blink of an eye—that was the most agonizing aspect of it. You waited for him, only to be taken away of the privilege before you could fully have him. Only to have the dimensions between life and death separate you two in the end.

“I know.” His response held the same heartbreak as he looked at you with lachrymal pooling his eyes. His lips quivered while he teared up. “I’m sorry I couldn’t properly repay the love you deserved in this life. I-I wanted to be with you. I was planning to return the love you’ve given me for the rest of my life but—”

Your chest heaved from the sobs you’ve let out. It was so painful, so utterly painful that nothing else in this world could possibly hurt more. “I-I d-don’t want you to leave.”

In the middle of his own tears, he still found a reason to smile. He still mustered enough strength to raise the corner of his lips just to ease you from sniveling. His pain was yours. His happiness was yours. You shared the same heart and soul that felt each other’s emotions stronger than the universe’s gravity.

“Do you believe in reincarnation?” he asked, breathing calmly. “If I’ll be reborn in the same body or in another, if I’ll be reborn fifty or a hundred years from now—I promise, I’ll do everything to find you.” Droplets of his tears dampened his shirt. “I’ll search every corner of this world just to find you and when I do, I’ll give all of my love to you. So... if we meet again, I hope you can wait for me.”

Your sobs couldn’t be stopped as they got worse. His last oath stung harder than it seemed as he talked about meeting you in another universe because he couldn’t fulfill his promises to you in this universe. You envied other people who still got to be with their loved ones through this era of zombie apocalypse because not only were you about to lose the person you loved with all your heart, you were also about the lose the other half of you. His existence was long embedded into your soul and you would suffer from his loss for the rest of your life because he would always be that missing puzzle piece to your life that could never be complete.

“I’ll wait for you,” you promised after wiping your eyes, wanting so desperately to hold him but you couldn’t. “Suna, I’ll always choose you.”

It was unfair. The past few weeks were not enough to suffice the love you could’ve had for Rin to reciprocate your unrequited devotion that lasted seven years. It was cruel. Losing Rintarou Suna was perhaps a comeuppance for something that you did in your past life, but since this life was coming to a tragic end, maybe things wouldn’t be half as painful in the next.

In all the tragic love stories there were—of Romeo and Juliet, of Pyramus and Thisbe, of Jack and Rose.

Here, in this life, was Y/N and Rintarou.

“I’m glad I’ll die loving you,” he said, leaning his head on the railings with a contented look on his face.

Was it too late to hope for a deus ex machina in this situation?

“I love you,” said you, heart dismantled to broken pieces. “I won’t forget.”

2 AM.

“Suna!”

The guy started regurgitating chunks of dark blood that spluttered all over the floor along with the his thick drool. His skin was virescent, discolored, and sickly. His eyes only had a small dot between his white-blanched irises, discharge of tears still leaving his sunken lids.

As much as you didn’t want to see him turn with your own eyes, you weren’t also ready to let him go. Your hands were shaking as you tried to reach for Suna until Osamu snatched you away.

“Y/N, don’t,” he warned, swallowing hard as he looked at Suna with the same pained expression.

“I-I wanna be with h-him,” you said in between sobs. Your eyes were glued on Suna who returned your gaze in wretchedness. “Rin, I-I’m—”

He coughed and spluttered more blood, tears coursing down his eyes. You were at a point where you just wanted to end his misery, not realizing that he thought the same, “Osamu, t-take care of Y/N. Make... sure you won’t... leave her.”

Others would have not been able to form coherent words but Suna was fighting against the virus just to say all these words. For you.

Osamu held you in his arms as you struggled to breathe. “I’ll look after her, Sunarin.”

“Promise...?” Suna could barely look up and yet he managed to. “I want her... happy.”

“I promise,” Osamu reassured in spite of the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. You were breaking down on his arms with the spasm in your heart that crushed you over and over.

You were in denial. You were shaking your head as you tried to walk closer to Suna but the twins held you back. “I-I j-just wanna hold him, p-please!”

Atsumu was forcing his line of sight away from Rin as he had his grip on you. “Y/N, you can’t.”

“Atsumu,” Suna called, barely inaudibly. “Shoot m-me when the time—” His inability to continue his words was because his mind was becoming frenzied.

All the three of you were left paralyzed as you watched how Rin’s head hung low with no signs of further movements. His eyes were shut, his hands were still, his breathing had ceased.

The sudden silence on the rooftop was deadly.

Rintarou Suna has died.

3 AM.

You spent the past 30 minutes crying and screaming and falling limp on Osamu’s arms with the plain sight of Suna’s dead body tied on the railings. Despite knowing that his soul has left his body, you were still in a state of arrant disbelief.

The pain was like fire burning through your soul. It was searing the entirety of your body until you started to quiver from the magnitude that hit you like a truck driving on lightning speed. You were screaming more loudly than you ever did in your life. The agony was slicing through your skin and into your muscles and bones, leaving nothing behind but an abyss of a heart and an empty mind.

Suna’s throes and its impact on you was of the highest degree.

The twins were barely holding on themselves. They lost two of their best friends on the same night and they were also experiencing a surge of grief over their loss. Osamu was silent as he held you in his arms, simply allowing his tears to slide down his cheeks to release his sorrow. Atsumu, on the other hand, was more expressive with his anguish. The blond couldn’t stop cursing the world for torturing everyone that he loved while he was shedding tears.

“R-RIN!” you screamed into thin air, the wind of death blowing to your face like pouring salt on the wound. “I’m... I c-can’t do... Osamu, I wanna... I-I wanna die... Th-This isn’t—no, this—”

“Hey, hey, look at me,” his worry-filled voice matched his troubled gunmetal eyes. He was cupping your cheeks in attempt to calm you down from your mental collapse. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. Suna’s always in here,” he pointed towards your heart, “he’ll never leave and he’ll always watch you from afar. You said you believe in reincarnation, right? You’ll meet him again... one day.”

You fell on your knees, hands covering your face. Your chest constricted from the lack of oxygen. The temptation to end your life then and there was high, but the thought of Asher and Suna’s dying wish gave you hesitation. Moreover, the sudden shifting sound from Suna’s direction stole your attention.

He was moving again. He was attempting to get the belt off his wrists, jerking his arms out of them irately. The soles of his feet came in contact with floor as he forced more of his strength.

He’s alive? You couldn’t think straight. You were going insane as you ran up to him. “Rin!”

“Y/N, no!”

“Shit!”

“‘Tsumu!”

The amount of shock that flushed through your body as he looked up at you with maniacal eyes and blood-filled mouth made you halt from your footsteps just as the twins came to stop you.

“Gggrh.”

This was no longer Rintarou. This was nothing but a creature that killed its host to take over its body. Hungry, deadly, and all the more monstrous. He was so strong that he managed to get out of the tether to lunge onto you.

You were left with wide eyes, frozen in your spot. Life was flashing through your vision from the first time you moved to Hyogo, to your first day at Inarizaki, to the start of the zombie outbreak, to the day Suna came to your house to save you. There was no strength left in your system to allow you to move, so you shut your eyes and awaited your fate to come through. You anticipated what was about to happen until the sound of bullets rang through your ears.

Suna had collapsed on the floor with a head riddled with bullets and a loose hand on your foot, fingers slowly curling before it came to an abrupt stop.

Just like him, it felt like you died twice on the same night.

5 AM.

Everyone has a different pain threshold, but you were at a point where you’ve exceeded what a normal person could go through. It was beyond any rational human’s capacity to experience this much suffering and yet you were still able to endure it in spite of your willingness to just give up.

The image of Suna’s corpse would haunt you forever, but more-so was the image of leaving him in that rooftop when the chopper came to rescue you and the twins. They’ve had a hard time pulling you away from Suna for your sole refusal to leave him there so they had to drag you away while you watched his body fading farther and farther from your sight.

It was the last time you ever screamed your heart out.

Because when you reached Aomori, you were numb. You were lifeless. You were lethargic. The rollercoaster of emotions that you’ve gone through for the past twenty-four hours rendered you senseless as though your heart and soul had already reached their peak.

Like the twins, Aran was in bereft upon hearing the news. They shared tears, they shared grief, but you? You spent most of the time staring at an empty space even when you were greeted by Aomori’s huge camp. The tall iron walls would have surprised you more if only you had enough space in your mind to process positive emotions. Because even if you were safe, even if you were assured of a secured life, not having Rintarou on this journey didn’t feel as gratifying.

There were four stages to undergo through before you could fully enter the camp because they had to do physical, medical, and security checks just to ensure that none of you were infected. Every face you saw asked you if you were fine and all you could muster was a nod, hoping that your swollen eyes and hoarse voice were of great excuse.

Getting inside the camp was like entering another dimension. A utopia within a dystopia—where a community was built for happy kids to run around safely, for teenagers to gather around without much worry, for parents and couples and young lovers to start a new generation with high hopes.

You were expected to be happy to have finally found your safe permanent home, but you ended up having a teardrop falling from your eye because home was where Rintarou Suna was.

‘Suna would’ve been so excited to see this’ was all you could think of when you stood there and appreciated the panoramic view of your final destination. Your journey has ended, but he couldn’t complete it with you.

“Y/N.” Osamu’s hand rubbed on your arm before he gestured for you to look towards your left.

“Nee-chan?”

It was for the first time since last night were you able to snap out of your depressing thoughts as you saw Asher from a distance, standing in front of you in flesh—alive, well, and completely healthy. His hair had grown longer from the last time you’ve seen him. His height seemed to have grown an inch taller, too. There were gauze pads covering his arm and bandaid on his cheek, but other than that, he was healthier than the three of you who recently just came.

“Asher!” You were running, dashing in a blink of an eye as you embraced your brother in your arms with lachrymal filling your lids. He was tightening his hug around your neck when you crouched on his level, later pulling away to cup his cheeks and kiss his forehead. “I’m so glad. Y-You’re okay. I—”

“I waited for you,” he responded, pulling you again for a hug. “I knew you were alive because Suna nii-chan came back for you. He promised.”

He did. He saved you and you were eternally grateful for him. “Yeah,” you sniffed, seeing the twins look at you and your brother in content. “Rin is... he’s an angel now.”

Asher had wide eyes when he withdrew himself to stare at your expression. You knew what he was going to say because you could see it in his sympathetic eyes. Before he could speak another word, however, a medical personnel approached your brother with a friendly beam on her face.

“Asher,” she called, adjusting her laboratory coat. “It’s time to get tested.”

With a haste move, you got up and looked at the woman in curiosity. “Tested?” you inquired, “I’m his sister. I just came here today.”

“Oh!” The woman’s eyes widened in recognition, seemingly having heard of you from your brother. “Well, your brother here is one of our best hopes for a cure. We’re in the final stages of developing a strong vaccine that can protect us from zombie bites.”

It wasn’t just you who was confused. Even the twins themselves were interested in the conversation. Asher? The cure? “I’m sorry, what do you mean Asher is the...”

Asher tugged at your arm and lifted his shirt to show what appeared to be a healed zombie bite on his rib and you were completely stupefied. He was bitten? “I was infected, nee-chan,” he confirmed your thoughts, “but I didn’t turn into a zombie.”

“Wait, wait,” Atsumu chimed in, looking at the doctor in perplexity. “Let me guess, he was bitten in Osaka and didn’t turn into a Z so ‘ya guys ordered to take him here and have him tested for immunity?”

The doctor nodded. “That’s right,” smiling, he glanced at Asher, “he’s one of the five people we’ve confirmed to have immunity.”

“I can’t believe this.” You were taken aback from the newfound information because knowing that your brother was the cure was almost hard to believe. He was locked in your embrace before you could utter another word, holding on the feeling of his presence fulfilling the void that Suna left in your heart. “I’m so glad you’re safe, Asher. So glad.”

Asher held you with equal relief. “We can start a new life here, nee-chan.”

Suna’s words echoed through the back of your mind. ‘There’s a rainbow after the storm. Live a happy life in Aomori, Y/N.’ Certainly, this was no rainbow. And life would never be as happy without him. No matter how many years have passed, whether the zombie apocalypse would be over or would just worsen through time, you had no option left but to survive.

Thinking of the past year when the outbreak wiped out half of the world’s population, it was depressing to see how many lives were lost and how many hearts were broken. The death of your parents, the death of your friends, of Haru, of Sophia, of Kita, and most importantly, of Suna. There was no escape from the pain that the people who died have left behind, but there was hope for a new beginning.

If there was anything you learned from Suna, it was to always find something to smile about. Even when you were hurting, even when you were on your last breath—appreciate the good things before it was gone.

He saved your life because he wanted you to live and you have to treasure his sacrifices by moving forward to fulfill his dying wish. No matter how much it shattered you and left you in broken pieces, you would honor his death by living. For him. From the beginning until the end. Not even death could separate him from you.

As you got up from your embrace with Asher, you gestured for the twins to come closer and join you two. This was your family now. After the cruel apocalypse took away every important person in your lives, you still had them, here, in a safe place where you could heal and start a new life. With golden skies stretched out in the horizon to welcome a new day after the darkness of the night.

All that, with one last rule left in mind.

Rule 12: Never forget about Rintarou Suna in this lifetime

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Legit crying my eyes out! This story was so so so good!

[zyrabaibe]

His Game...

(A/N: Here is an AGED UP Kenma x Female Reader...{again sorry, I’m still learning how to write for a more diverse audience} I have had nothing but teasing Kenma brain rot all day today, so here is the result of that. Please, enjoy!)

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You could hear the rapid clicking and taps of the keyboard and mouse coming from Kenma’s gaming desk, which you had agreed to keep in the corner of your room. Normally you wouldn’t bother him while he was gaming, but today had been tough for you, and he wasn’t streaming tonight. When you walked up next to him you could hear Kuroo and the other guys laughing through his headset. Kenma glanced up at you only needing a quick look to know that you were needing some attention.

“Hey,” he greeted you, and with a quick few clicks he paused his game and turned to face you. “What’s up?” He asked.

You didn’t say anything as you leaned down and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You crawled onto his lap, with your legs dangling on either side of his thighs and practically straddling him. He wrapped his arms around you rubbing your back up and down, just how you liked it.

“Bad day?” He asked and all you could do was nod. “Do you care if I continue my game? You don’t have to move.” He assured you, and you nodded again.

Kenma turned back to his computer screen and you could hear him click the keys quickly once again. The sound of the keyboard and mouse clicks, along with the howling laughter from the boys over the headsets were somewhat calming. Kenma also made sure to continue to rub your back every so often when he had a free hand to spare.

“Oh come on! How did I die again?” Bokuto shouted, and you giggled at the defeated tone in his voice.

“Someone revive him please.” Kenma said, and you could feel his breath brush your ear.

You stayed in his arms like that for a while just listening to them play, and you could feel your earlier stress start to go away. You decide maybe it was a good time now to let him play with his friends, you also had some work to finish. You wiggled in his lap to show that you were about to go, but he made a grunting noise, and his hand shot to your hip to hold you steady.

“Stay still.” He ordered you, and for some reason the demand made you blush.

“But they’re shooting at me!” Bokuto cried out.

“Not you idiot.” Kenma sighed, clicking a few more keys while Kuroo let out a hyena laugh.

You let out a giggle yourself, but then try to pull away, only slightly rubbing up against Kenma again. You gasp a little feeling something rub against the hot spot between your legs. This time, both his hands grabbed at your hips and he glared at you.

“I told you to stay still.” He said.

You smirk at your boyfriend realizing why he didn’t want you to move. You hadn’t realized you were moving that much, and hadn’t meant to excite him so much. You move your hips teasingly, and he sucked in a quick breath his grip on your hips getting tighter, and the tent in his pants growing larger. He licked his lips before looking back up at you and giving you a wicked smirk.

“I’ll be right back guys.” He said into his mic, before taking off his headset and carefully placing them onto you. You blink and open your mouth to protest, but he let out a sinister chuckle. “Keep quiet, otherwise they’ll hear you.” He said, fixing the headset over your ears.

“Get wrecked emo boy!” Kuroo shouted loudly, while Bokuto yelled out a string of profanities that you didn’t even think he knew the meaning of.

Meanwhile Kenma was planting hot kisses on your throat and down your chest. He wasted no time reaching up your shirt where you could feel his warm hands run up your sides and tickle your skin. You bit your lip trying your best not to make any noise as he lifted his hips to grind up against you. Kenma lifted your shirt over your chest meeting your gaze as he planted a kiss on top of your breast. His lips were soft, but incredibly hot, but not as hot as his hands felt as they pulled your bra down to free your breast.

“Above you.” came Akaashi’s voice over the headset, and you wished they’d all shut up.

“Where did you get a leg?” Kuroo asked.

“Your mom.” Bokuto replied and laughing at his own joke.

“Enemy approaching.” Akashi warned again, and all you could hear was Bokuto shouting again.

You breathe in quickly as Kenma flicks his tongue around one of your nipples, while his fingers play and pull the other. You can hear the other guys talking over the headset, but all you really could pay attention to was what your boyfriend was doing to you. He lightly brushed his hand down your body down to the waste band of your pants.

“I can already feel how hot your are.” He said and again pushing himself up against you so you could feel much he’d grown for you.

He chuckled seeing how much a struggle it was for you to keep quiet, but with a mischievous grin he slipped his hand down the front and bypassing your panties. You let out a breathy moan as you felt his fingers easily slip inside. His eyes darted towards the computer screen, but the guys seemed too busy laughing at how Bokuto had died once again.

“Careful, you don’t want them to hear how dirty you are.” Kenma teased, rubbing his thumb against your clit.

You bit down harder already shaking. He was playing dirty, and wasting no time with you. He curled and uncurled his fingers in a slow torturous rhythm. You bucked your hips against his hand to try and tell him to go faster, but he chuckled again and took you nipple into his mouth. He was enjoying this all too much, and you gripped onto the back of the chair in hopes it would keep you silent.

You could feel the slow build of your orgasm start to form, and you urged yourself to stay quiet. Kenma’s fingers were moving faster, his thumb tapped at your clit like it was a goddamn game controller, and you were just about there. Your head fell back ready to come undone, when suddenly Kenma pulled his hand away. The intense feeling before slowly dying. You whimper at the sudden loss, only for it to be covered by Kuroo’s hyena laugh.

“Let’s get these off of you.” Kenma whispered, tugging off your pants like he didn’t just do what he did. You stay put annoyed with him, but he gives you a swift smack on the ass. “Do it or I’ll never let you cum.” He warned. You feel your cheeks warm as you slide off of him and let him pull your pants off.

You lean against the desk as he undresses you completely. The other guy’s voices don’t even bother you as they sound like faint background noise. Kenma leans over and begins planting kisses starting at your neck, to your shoulders, then down your chest, and then your stomach. He goes until he’s kneeling in front of you, and look up at you with a sinister smile. He kisses your inner thigh, dragging his tongue up towards your heated sex.

You grip the edge of the desk as he does the same thing on the other side. You could curse him out for what he was doing to you, but you kept silent. When his tongue flicked your clit you bucked forward nearly losing it. Kenma held you in place, but didn’t let up on his teasing. You placed one hand on his shoulder, while you fisted the other and used it to cover your mouth. He added his fingers as he licked and sucked, drawing you close to another orgasm. You could feel the heat surge up and pool at your center, and you could have begged him to keep going at that point. You’d do anything for him to let you cum.

But just like before he stopped and pulled back.

“Kenma,” You groaned not able to take it anymore.

“What?” Came Bokuto’s voice.

“Are you alright, Kenma?” Akaashi asked, while Kuroo laughed a little.

“Are you being naughty KenKen?” Kuroo joked.

Your eyes grew wide and you stared down at Kenma at your slip up. He only smirked up at you as he stood up. He lifted the headset off of you and while keeping his eyes locked on yours, spoke into the mic.

“Sorry, I have a mess to clean up.” And then tossed the headset to the side.

“Ken,” you begin, but he has his hands on you before you can utter another word.

“If I wasn’t mistaken, I think you get off on the idea of my friends being able to hear how slutty you are.” He growled into your ear.

“I wasn’t,” you tried, but he tightened his grip around your throat.

“But you did, just look at how wet you got from it.” He said again running his fingers through your slick. You moaned as his fingers worked you over again. “Turn around.” He ordered.

You complied, turning around and placing your hands flat on his desk. He kicked at your feet to spread your legs wider, and you felt him press himself against you. You could feel how hard he was as he rubbed his dick against your pussy. He let out a groan of his own as he grabbed onto your hips and continued to grind against you.

“Please, Kenma,” you beg just wanting to fuck you already. You were ready to burst with all the pent up frustration he had given you.

“Careful baby, they can still hear us.” He said.

Your eyes fly towards the headset that sat at the other side of the desk. You could barely hear the other guys talking to each other, and you really weren’t sure if they could hear you or not. Kenma rubbed the head of his cock against your entrance pulling your attention back to him.

“Unless you want them to hear you scream my name, I’m not opposed to that.” He said as he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips then. He was deliciously big and could completely fill you up, but whenever he moved slowly it drove you crazy. He knew how impatient you could be, and loved making you wait for it. Inch by inch he slowly dove into you, holding you down against the desk so you couldn’t back up into him. He hadn’t even gone all the way in before he began to pull back out making you groan.

“Stop teasing me,” You breathed, still conscious that the headset was on.

“Tell me what you want.” He whispered leaning down and kissing your shoulder.

“You,” you whine pushing your ass up against him.

“You have me,” He said, snaking an arm around you only put his hands between your legs again. You sucked in a breath as he rubbed your overly sensitive clit.

“F-fuck me,” you beg, your legs quivering and threatening to give out.

“But I am.” You hated how calm he sounded, like he wasn’t struggling as much as you were. He pushed into you again, but going painstakingly slower.

“Faster,” you said, “Harder.”

He chuckled into your ear, kissing you there. “You want me to fuck you rough then?” He asked and suddenly his other hand was around your throat again. “Want me to shove my cock deep inside you? Fuck you so hard until I break you? Is that what you want?”

Fuck that sounded good. You nod wanting nothing less from him. He lifted off of you, releasing your throat but now twisting his hand into your hair and pulling you up against him. You moan loudly, forgetting everything else except the pleasurable feelings he was pulling from you.

He held you against him as he rammed himself inside of you, his full length slipping inside of you and hitting you right in that sweet spot. He bit down on your shoulder as he pounded into you, not able to hold himself back anymore either. He then let go of you only to bend you over the desk again. You cry out in pleasure as he continues to rail you, mixing in his own moans with yours.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He sighed pulling your hips back into his.

“Kenma,” you try to tell him that you’re getting close but the rest of your words fail to come.

He began to move faster, and you grabbed at his hands that held your hips. You could feel that familiar pull at the pit of your stomach begging for you to make it. Both of you were breathing quickly, and you could feel his cock pulse inside of you. He must be close too, but you still worried that he was going to torture you again.

“Please Kenma, let me cum. I want to cum, please.” You begged, the words coming out a lot more whiney than intended.

“Oh fuck, baby,” his voice sounded strained, “Yes cum for me, let me feel you.” He said.

He rocked into you a few more times, and you could feel yourself reach the top of ecstasy. The sounds that came out of you as you came hard around him could probably heard by the next town over. Your legs really did give out this time, and if it wasn’t for Kenma holding you against the desk you would have collapsed on the floor. You heard Kenma grunt a few times before you felt him release himself inside of you. The two of you stayed there for a moment catching your breath and composing yourselves.

“I tried to hold it back,” you ended up saying, wondering what the guys would say after hearing all of that.

“Huh?” Kenma replied brilliantly taking a second to realize what you meant. “Oh, don’t worry about them.” He said and carefully pulled out of you. “The mic was off.”

You snapped your head to look at him, and see the cheeky grin on his face.

“You asshole!” You went to swat at him, but he caught your wrist, and kissed it sweetly.

“How about a bath? Will that make up for it?” He offered. You glared at him and he leaned over to kiss you on the lips. “Would you rather the mic was on?”

“Of course not!” You pull your wrist back and find your footing.

“Go run the bath, I’ll join you shortly.” He chuckled giving you a swift kiss.

Not having the energy to argue, you head to the bathroom to start up the bath. Kenma turned back to his game to let the boys know he was logging off. He put the headset back on, and looked back at the screen. Apparently Bokuto and Akaashi had left the party, and Kuroo was there by himself, but not playing. Then something in the corner of the screen caught his eye.

“Shit.” Kenma sighed realizing what he had just done. He had forgotten to mute the mic.

“Yeah....” Kuroo said on the other side. “Don’t worry Ken, we won’t say anything to her.”

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[zyrabaibe]

(A/N: Here is an AGED UP first time fic for one of my favorite rare pair ships YachDog. Yes it's Yachi x MadDog. I hope you enjoy!)

Tender Touches

Mad Dog sat on Yachi's couch, having gone over to her place after catching dinner with the Sendai Frogs after practice. During the dinner the subject of sex had been brought up. Mad Dog and Yachi had been dating for seven months but the two have not gotten intimate yet.

He had always been careful not to push her into anything and make her uncomfortable. Yachi was special to him and he didn't want to risk losing her over something stupid. He knew he could be a bit much, so he tried his best to keep his desires on the down low until she was ready.

Tonight though, he couldn't get his mind off of it. He wanted to know everything, what she's done, how far she's gone, what she likes, and what she would be up to try. Except, he also knew how flustered she got anytime the conversations went there. Even during their numerous make out sessions she seemed to pull back and stop before allowing anything to happen.

Yachi handed him a cup of tea and sat next to him on her couch. He decided maybe it wouldn't be a good idea to bring it up tonight when Yachi asked it herself.

"How old were you when you lost your virginity?" She asked in a rush, but he heard every word.

He was so caught off guard he choked on the tea, sputtering it up and nearly dropping the cup. He leaned over placing the cup on the coffee table and pounding his fist against his chest. Yachi immediately began freaking out and patted his back and apologizing profusely.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

He shook his head holding up his hand to indicate to give him a moment. Once he had stopped coughing he looked up at her. She still looked panicked and worried, and he turned to face her.

"You just surprised me, don't feel bad." He said.

Her eyes dropped down to her hands which she had clasped together tightly in her lap. He noticed how they were shaking and placed his hand over hers. She looked up as he lifted her hands to his lips and he kissed her knuckles.

"I'll answer any questions you have, I just don't know if you'll like the answers."

The same cute, pink blush flooded her cheeks at both his words and his tender kiss. She smiled shyly at him, and curled up against him, laying her head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

"I knew you had some sort of past when I started dating you. I...I think that's why I've been so hesitant with you." She began to explain, and played with the string of his hoodie.

"I thought that I wouldn't be a good match for you. I have little to no experience and I'm shy. Half the time I don't even know what I'm doing. While you're," she let out a big sigh and he rubbed her back to help ease away her worries.

"I'm not exactly proud of my past." He replied, the guilt of his actions coming back to haunt him. "I was a senior when I did it the first time, and with some random girl I hardly knew."

He ran his fingers through her soft hair, her eyes closing to his touch. He was so glad his confession didn't send her running. She just listened, like she usually did, without judgment and free of any guilt. It was one of the things that drew him to her.

"How many times have you done it?" She then asked, her voice still soft and eyes still closed almost as if she were going to fall asleep.

"I'm ashamed of the answer." He admitted which made her giggle.

"Just that one time?" She asked, peeking up at him through one open eye.

"You're cute." He grunted poking her cheek. She giggled again and nuzzled back into his chest.

"So you have a lot of experience then." She stated it like it was a fact, which made him chuckle.

"Let's just say that I can have you begging for more." He smirked, and her head popped up to look him right in the eyes.

He swallowed not sure if what he said irritated her, or what. She searched his face for something, and she tilted her head just a tad, her hair falling slightly in her face.

"I'd like to test that out."

He smiled and pushed the strand of hair out of her face. When she didn't giggle or make a move to lay back onto his chest his smile faltered. Her expression didn't change either.

"Wait, you mean now?" He asked, taken completely aback.

"If you want to." Her eyes darted away bashfully, and he could feel his heart start to hammer against his chest.

"Are you sure? I want your first time to be special." And that was the honest truth. He didn't want her regretting her first time, especially if it were with him. He wanted her to be absolutely sure she was ready.

"It is special. Because it's with you." She said, causing his heart to jump yet again.

She had no idea the effect she really had on him. She leaned forwards placing a sweet kiss to his lips. God, he really loved her, she had him totally under her spell.

"If I'm going to take you, I want to take you on your bed." He whispered against her lips.

Yachi felt a rush of heat flow through her veins at his words. She had never felt such a strong desire for someone before. The thought of being intimate with anyone made her nervous, but the way he held her, and how gentle he had been with her calmed her growing anxiety.

She climbed off of him, grabbing his hand and pulling him up off the couch. She led him into her bedroom, her heart gunning and her mind racing as she tried to keep herself from freaking out. She shut the door behind them, and turned around to face him.

Kyotani looked down at her cautiously. "Are you sure about this? This is your last chance to back out."

His constant reminder that he was going at her pace lifted a bit of her worries. She knew he wouldn't do anything to harm her, or make her uncomfortable. She trusted him, hell she loved him. With the little bit of courage she could gather she stepped towards him, and grabbed a fist full of his shirt.

"Shut up and kiss me." She ordered.

He smirked at her boldness and very much obliged her command. He dipped his head down to meet hers, bringing his hands to caress each side of her face. He gave her a slow, sensual kiss, promising of what was about to come. Her fingers loosened around his shirt, and she reached up to wrap them around his shoulders.

He crouched for a second, grabbing her under her ass and lifting her. She let out a pretty little giggle as she wrapped her legs around his waist and continued to slowly kiss him as he walked them over to her bed.

He laid her down gently, kissing her down her jaw to the base of her neck. She whined a bit as he pulled back, only to feel heat warm her cheeks at the sight of him hovering over her. He gave her a half crooked grin as he reach over himself and tugged off his shirt revealing a well toned chest and abdomen.

She reached up to touch him, just wanting to feel him. She had seen him shirtless many times, but to know that she could freely touch him, to know that he was hers, it caused a powerful feeling to stir inside her. Her fingers trailed down his happy trail to where it met the button of his jeans.

"Not yet baby, I want us to enjoy this." He said, grabbing her hand and pinning it above her head.

"I want to taste every inch of you." He whispered, and she softly moaned as his lips met her neck again.

He breathed her in, the gentle scent of jasmine and vanilla filling his senses. He watched her as he slipped his hand under her shirt and slowly lifted it. When she made no attempts to stop him, he kissed her stomach. She made a surprised squeak, which made him chuckle, but he continued to kiss up her body, even biting down slightly.

She couldn't believe how arousing just him kissing and licking her body was. She never would imagine that a single touch would make her tingle everywhere and already have her squirming. Why didn't she let him do this earlier? Sure they had made out plenty of times, but it had never felt like this.

Kyotani pulled her shirt off completely before continuing to ravish her with more teasing kisses. Her chest was quickly rising and falling, evidence of what he was already doing to her, and he felt a small swell of pride in his chest. He planted a small kiss at the top of the space between her breasts and she flinched.

He looked up to meet her eyes, and saw how embarrassed she looked. Her whole face was pink, and she used her arms to shield herself. He didn't understand why she would be so embarrassed now, it's not like he's never felt her up before.

"I know they aren't really that big, but," she began but he didn't hesitate to kiss her chest again.

"They're perfect." He said, gently trying to pull her arms away. "You are perfect."

She stared into his eyes wondering if he was just being nice or if he truly meant what he said. When she saw nothing but sincerity in them, she dropped her arms and shut her eyes as he continued to kiss her there.

He reached underneath her, and with practiced ease unhooked her bra and pulled that off too. She resisted the urge to cover herself again, and instead enjoyed the feeling of his large hands gently massaging them. She was so soft, and her breast fit perfectly in his hands. He traced his fingers around her nipples watching them perk up and harden. He gave one a quick lick, a quick moan escaping from Yachi.

"Mmh, you're so sensitive." He stated proudly before dragging his tongue around her nipple just as his fingers had done.

"Kentaro," she whined out his name.

He pinched one nipple while sucking the other, making her moan even louder. She bit the back of her hand to try and compose herself, but his teasing was driving her wild. She could already feel the heat pull at the pit of her stomach.

"I want to know." He said, kissing her breast each in turn. "Do you touch yourself?" He asked.

Her whole body lit up like a firework. Did he seriously just ask her that? He kissed her cheek, feeling guilty for asking that so suddenly. He was simply curious, and just thinking about her pleasuring herself made his dick twitch.

"I, um, sometimes." She answered hesitantly. He kissed her on the forehead, and smiled.

"Good, what do you think about while touching yourself?" He asked and again she felt so embarrassed at the question. Did she really want to admit to her fantasies?

But then she felt his hand slowly trail down her body, and play at the band of her skirt. Oh god, was he going to do what she thought he was? She hoped in all honesty he was.

"You, I think of you." She admitted.

"Oh yeah? And what do you think of me doing?" His voice had deepened, and gotten a lot more raspier.

"Touching me." She replied, his fingers tugging down her skirt.

"Where?" He asked, pulling at the thin strap of her panties and squeezing her hip. “Here?”

She shook her head, shifting her body in hopes his hand would land in the spot she wanted it. He smirked down at her, wondering how far he could take this little game of his. He daintily trailed his hand across her hips and tugged the other side of her skirt down and repeating his earlier actions.

“Here?” he teased.

“Kenta,” she whined, too shy to out right beg him to touch her, but desperately wanting him to.

“Where do I touch you Hitoka?” he hummed low, sweetly kissing her shoulder. He then grabbed her hand and guided it down her body.

“Show it to me.” he ordered.

Yachi stared up at him wide eyed, but he simply gave her a loving kiss before pushed himself off the bed. He pulled off her skirt and panties off in one motion, and nodded to her again.

“Let me see you baby.” he encouraged.

Yachi gulped, her mind racing on what she should do next. On one hand she thought it too lewd to touch herself in front of him, but on the other, she was very much turned on by the idea. She stared at her boyfriend as he watched her and patiently waited at the edge of the bed.

He saw her hand move slowly down to her heated sex. Her fingers easily slipping between the folds from his earlier work. She let out a timid little moan as she worked her fingers, pleasuring herself as he had asked.

She was an amazing site to behold. She was all flushed, and he never knew he could become so hard for such soft moans before. He could feel his erection straining against his jeans demanding to be set free.

He wanted to take her right then and there, to fuck her over a million times over and have her scream his name, but he restrained himself. He couldn’t do that to her, he couldn’t be selfish. Besides, he could easily get off by just watching her. Fuck, if he wasn’t careful he’d cum before she did.

Moving quickly but without taking his eyes off of her, he reached inside his pocket for his wallet. He pulled out a condom and set it on the bed dropping the wallet, and pulling off his pants and boxers. Yachi was so into her own pleasure, she didn’t notice his approach until he grabbed her hand to stop her.

“Good girl.” he praised, lifting her fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean.

Her jaw dropped once again surprised by his actions. He knelt down in front of her placing his hands on her sides. He kissed the inner part of her thigh, and she sat up.

“Wait, don’t, you don’t have to,” she began, but he shot a glare up at her. She went silent and let him continue.

“You’re very tasty, you know?” he noted licking the outer part of her sex. She took a quick intake of breath, the sensation new and strange to her.

“You’re so sweet.” he added, licking her again this time dipping his tongue inside. She moaned out again only to cover her mouth and try and hide it.

“Itadakimas,” he drawled out before tasting her fully.

Yachi fell back onto the bed, holding onto his wrists as he held her down. She gasped again as he continued to eat her up, She bit down on her lip to keep herself from being too loud, but it was no use. His tongue felt too good lapping her up, and when he sucked on that sensitive little nub of hers she cried out in bliss.

“K-Ken” she groaned involuntarily lifting her hips, making him hold on to her tighter, and pull her in closer.

"Let me hear you baby," he instructed while inserting a single digit inside. Her head lolled to the side and she gripped onto the sheets.

"Pl-please," she huffed, not sure how much more she could take.

He continued his torturous movements soon entering another finger, curling them in time with his tongue against her clit. She couldn't contain the sounds that erupted from her. The feeling was too intense and she soon felt that overpowering heat surge up at her core.

"..taro," she tried to say his name and he growled in reply.

"Fuck, come for me baby. That's it, good girl." He encouraged her, pulling her over the edge.

Her legs trembled as the orgasm racked her body. Her grip on his wrist so tight that her nails bit into his skin, but he didn't mind it at all. He was wrapped up in her, all of her, as he lapped up her juices. She was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.

"That's my girl." He kissed her inner thigh as she began to come down.

Yachi felt out of breath and a bit dizzy. She blinked her eyes open seeing Kentaro stand. Suddenly, she snapped back to her senses. Her eyes locked on his not so little friend. She gulped looking up at him.

He stroked himself, taking her in again. She looked beautiful being all sexed out. When her eyes found his again he saw the concern there. He wanted to laugh, but knew that wouldn't ease her worries. He picked up the condom off the bed and tore it open. She watched him carefully as he rolled the condom on trying to gauge how big he really was.

"I won't tell you it won't hurt, but I'll take it slow so you can adjust." He assured her. He hesitated for a second wondering if she was truly ready for this.

"Okay," she said and reached out for him.

His doubt vanished in that moment, and he crawled back on top of her. They shared another kiss while he positioned himself. He tried to distract her by kissing her deeper as he entered her, but she let out a whimper making him pull back out.

"No, please, don't stop." She panted and kissed him again hooking her leg over his waist.

He couldn't resist a plea like that, and continued to push through. Yachi clenched her eyes shut feeling him stretch her out. It didn't necessarily hurt, it just felt unfamiliar. She could feel him fill her up, and when he hit that wall that protected her womanhood he gave pause.

He pulled away from the kiss and looked deeply into her eyes. She smiled up at him caressing the side of his face before he plunged himself in and breaking that wall.

"Fuck," he growled just as she let out another breathy moan. "You okay?" He asked.

He was definitely filling her up now, and she felt a bit of pain but he felt too good for her to focus on the pain. She nodded and gave him the go ahead to continue.

He rocked his hips into her, a string of profanities following after. She felt so fucking good. She was hot, and so tight.

"Relax baby, let me make you feel good." He whispered into her ear, and after a few seconds she began to relax.

He continued to fuck her slowly, wanting her to enjoy this. Everything in him screamed at him to pick up the pace and fuck her senseless, pull at her hair and make her scream his name, but he resisted. He wanted her first time to be all about her.

"Kentaro," she purred, running her hands down his sides. "Faster, please."

He looked down at her unsure, but the longing look in her eyes convinced him. Still careful not to hurt her he began to move faster. Her breathing became more ragged and she raked her nails down his back.

"Yes, just like that." She sighed. "Don't stop,"

"Hitoka," he moaned deeply, feeling his cock twitch at her pleading words.

He could feel his own climax building fast and tried to hold it back, but it was hard with her wreathing beneath him, moaning his name and her pussy tightening around his cock.

"Shit," he groaned going faster trying to bring her to the edge with him.

"Ah! Yes!" She gripped the pillow as she felt another orgasm coming in hot.

"Be a good girl and come with me. I want to feel you come."

He kissed her chest again, squeezing her nipple remembering how sensitive they were earlier. She cried out again as he felt her tighten up again, and her back arched against him.

"That's my girl, that's my fucking good girl." He growled pounding into her as she came undone. He wasn't too far behind her, and with a few more strokes he soon reached that ecstasy.

"Fuuuck, baby." He kissed her shoulder, up her neck and to her lips.

She giggled and kissed him back still feeling him twitch inside her. She decided that she really liked feeling him do that inside her. He pulled back only to kiss her cheeks, and then her chin, and then her forehead. She laughed a little at how loving he was being.

"Are you okay? I didn't hurt you?" He asked.

She shook her head, still smiling up at him. "I feel sore, but mostly I feel good." She assured him.

He was pleased with that answer and rolled off of her pulling himself out of her. He tied up the condom and disposed of it properly.

"I guess it's true." Yachi said as he came back to join her in bed.

"Hm?" He asked opening his arms to let her curl up against him.

"You really do have me begging for more."

He out right laughed at her comment. He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her arm.

"It's going to have to wait. That was the only condom I have on me." He said.

"I guess we'll have to take a quick late night trip to a convenience store then." She quipped back.

"I have practice tomorrow. And don't you have an early morning class tomorrow?" He noted.

"Fine," she sighed and snuggled in closer to him. "After practice then." She said.

"I think I've created a monster." He teased and she smiled cheekily up at him. He leaned down and kissed her lovingly. There was definitely nothing he wouldn't do for this woman.

"I love you." He told her kissing the tip of her nose.

"I love you too." She replied the overwhelming feelings she held for him bubbling to the surface. She truly loved this man and nothing in this life would change that.

[saintobio]

love, always.

↳ oikawa tooru x f!reader

— series masterlist.

description: 3 years since the accident and you’ve regained most of your memories back, but there’s still one missing puzzle piece that only your boyfriend’s best friend can complete. the question is, will you let him?

genre: heavy angst, past lovers, amnesia

general masterlist

+ one + two + three + four + five + six + seven + eight + nine + ten + eleven + twelve +

status: completed

[saintobio]

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remember, forever.

↳ kageyama tobio x f!reader

may contain spoilers — follows post time skip timeline

description: in which the boy you’ve loved for years unexpectedly becomes your baby daddy. the catch? he’s in love with someone else.

genre: angst, cheating, unrequited love

a/n: inspired by the drama ‘fated to love you’

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Tobio Kageyama.

He looked as gorgeous as he was back in junior high.

How could you ever forget this face? This was the boy that became your crush, your inspiration, and your happiness during your teenage years.

As much as you wished it was a perfect fairytale, the boy didn’t really return the love you had for him. You have known him from his Kitagawa Daiichi days to when he became Karasuno’s genius setter—you’ve supported him for as long as you could remember but that was the only role you had in his life, really.

Yet he, at least, was nice enough to acknowledge you as a ‘supportive classmate’ or so he says. You were that girl in his class who cheered for him and watched all of his games whether they win or lose. You were there. From junior high to high school, you had been present in his life that way.

And maybe you did have a little confession moment back then, but you didn’t really want to remember how embarrassing it was.

The thing was, Kageyama had always maintained his full focus on volleyball and thus, completely ignoring anything that didn’t concern his favorite sport.

Unfortunately, that included romance in his book.

So then, you vowed to love him unconditionally and wait for the day until he was finally ready for love and you, hoping that he would someday reciprocate.

Well, reality hits. And it hits hard. Love fades. You go on separate ways. You meet other people. From the last time you were in Japan, you remember promising yourself that you’d come back and still love this boy.

And you really did stick to that feeling—the feeling of simply loving him despite the one-sidedness of it. Even when you came to live overseas to study and met amazing people that became a part of your life, you know that you did not forget Kageyama one bit.

Truly, nothing in this world excited you as much as coming back home to Japan. Coming back home to him.

You succeeded, somehow and in some way.

Right now, you couldn’t help but think of how beautiful he looked while sleeping next to you. He was all angelic and serene, as if God himself took the time to create this man that was built into perfection.

You’ve both grown quite different compared to your high school selves. You never doubted that, as an adult, Kageyama would be the superstar athlete that he was always meant to be.

Your fingers went to trace his face, stopping by his lips that you kissed all night. While everything was a blur, you most definitely could not forget the steamy night that the two of you had shared.

That was exactly how you found your naked self tangled to him in his bedroom. It’s amazing how one night can change everything, you thought. You used to pin this boy so much and now you’ve just made love with him.

And the moment he opened his eyes to look at you, everything stopped. You could say it was cheesy, but it really did feel as if everything inside you—your heart, your lungs, your brain—they all stopped functioning. All because of one guy.

Of course you knew this was just for one night, but you hoped that the idea of you and Tobio becoming more than just a hook-up after this had taken over your mind.

“H-Hey,” you spoke, gently. The blush was highly evident on your face.

With an arm wrapped around your waist, he pressed his forehead onto yours for a minute before closing his eyes. A sigh then escaped his lips and it wasn’t exactly the expression you hoped to see after the night you’ve had.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, placing a hand on his bare chest.

He separated himself from you and sat upright. “This.. This is wrong.”

You covered your chest with his dark blue sheets, watching him turn on his back in exasperation. “I... I know we were both drunk and,” you stalled, looking at him. “It was the heat of the moment kinda thing but I promise I’m fine with it. I consented and we—”

“I’m sorry,” he cut you off, turning slightly to face you. “I wasn’t honest with you.”

You could tell just by the change of atmosphere that you weren’t going to like what he’d say. “What do you mean?”

He pursed his lips together and furrowed his brows as if thinking of how regretful last night was to him.

“I have a girlfriend,” he told you. “And I love her.”

For a couple of minutes, complete silence took over. You were just sitting in bed processing the thought of Kageyama being in an actual relationship and cheating on her with you.

It hit you so bad in more ways than one—the fact that you were a homewrecker, the fact that you actually believed you meant anything to him, and the fact that you were dumb enough to sleep with him like a desperate girl.

You knew desperate was the right word to use right now. Desperate. Pathetic. Naive.

“I-I’m sorry,” was all you could say.

Kageyama sent you a look of pity. “No, it’s... It’s my fault, too.”

How could you actually sit here and have him feel sorry for sleeping with you? This was the last thing you wanted. This was pouring salt to an open wound.

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You knew you were bound to get a wake up call for this childish, unrequited love you had for Kageyama. You just didn’t expect to learn it the hard way.

After wearing the clothes you’ve worn from last night, you rushed out of his apartment—barely caring whether your hair looked messy or if your blouse had creased.

You wanted to get out of there before the pain in your heart ate you alive.

“Wait!” You heard Kageyama call out as he stood by his door. You looked at him momentarily. “You need a ride back home or?”

In another instance, this would’ve sounded perfect. “No, I’m fine taking the cab. I’m sorry for causing you trouble.”

Your feet had already carried you across the hall before you could even see his reaction. You felt nothing but anxious and embarrassed as you waited in front of the elevator.

The hickeys on your neck were still visible as you looked at your reflection. It was supposed to make you remeber the night you shared, but it just reminded you of how terrible you were for doing it at all.

You made him cheat. While the blame was on the both of you, you felt like you were actually more to blame than he was. Because, he never would have cheated if you didn’t show up to him at the party. He never would have cheated if you didn’t flirt with him all night.

Deep thoughts were running through your head that you didn’t notice yourself bumping into a girl as you walked inside the elevator.

She was a cute girl, a few inches smaller than you and had a face that looked so beautifully innocent.

In fact, she had taken the initiative to apologize to you first despite being the one to get bumped on.

“Are you okay?” she asked, wide eyes looking at you.

“Yeah, no I’m fine. I’m sorry for bumping into you,” you told her, apologetically.

She smiled in reassurance. “It’s fine. Take care!”

After smiling in return, the elevator door had finally closed and you let out the loudest sigh that you’ve been holding since you were at Kageyama’s apartment.

Why did you let your guard down so easily to him? How come you let him have his way with you so easily without knowing that he was in a relationship?

At the end of the day, you turned out to be a sidepiece. Probably a whore that he was ready to discard the next day, which he technically did.

You had no idea how much has changed since high school but you genuinely thought that he was the same Kageyama you fell in love with. Maybe he still was, but he just didn’t want anything to do with you.

You were too easy and he might have only slept with you because he was bored. Who fucking knows?

Life was very tricky, indeed.

[zyrabaibe]

Let's have a little fun with Tsukki...

You're sitting on the couch, enjoying a nice night with Tsukki. He sits down next to you, handing you a drink. You smile at him and lean into him as you both continue to watch the movie.

He rests his hand on the inner part of your thigh, lightly letting his fingers tap there. You glance down at his hand before looking up at his face. He stares at the tv as if he was unaware of where his hand was. You hide your smirk by taking a sip of your drink, and feel his hand slide up a little higher.

"Tsukki," you call out his name in warning, seeing his lips quirk up into a half assed smile.

"If you want something, all you have to do is ask." You tell him, turning your body to face him.

He looks down at you, lifting one brow as if to challenge you. I gulp down your last sip pretty harshly as he takes the drink from you and sets it on the table in front of you. He then traces his thumb across your lips to wipe the left over moisture there.

"Why would I ask, when I know you like it so much more," he began and leaned in so close you could feel his breath against your lips. "when I take it from you."

Your eyes dart back and forth from his eyes to his lips. "Take it then." You return.

And so he did. His kiss lit you on fire as he brought his hand to the back of your neck to hold you in place. He leaned into you, pressing you into the couch. His lips trailed down towards your neck while his hand followed the path of your curves.

His hair is soft as you curl your fingers into it all while his lips leave a hot trail towards your throat. He pauses there and lifts his head. His golden eyes stare up at you, watching your expression as he grips your thigh.

"Should I continue?" He taunts, his thumb gently rubbing back and forth.

"Yes," you breathe out, your mind still hazy from the earlier touches.

"Do you want it?" He asked, his hand only moving just slightly.

"Yes," you answer again, seeing that cocky smirk grow on his lips.

"I don't think you do." He whispered low into your ear, and then kissed the spot under your ear.

"Tsukki," you didn't mean for it to come out as a whine, but if he kept teasing you, you were going to lose it.

"Louder." He ordered finally letting his hand slide up further. You squirm under him and he grips your thigh more tightly.

"C'mon Pipsqueak, I want to hear you beg for it."

Were you really going to allow this cocky bastard to order you around like that? Yes. Yes you were.

"Please," the word fell from your lips.

"Please what? What do you want?" He asked, kissing you briefly before trailing down your throat to the top of your chest.

You shifted your leg to the side, showing him exactly what you wanted. He let out a chuckle but instead he snuck his hand under your shirt tracing his fingers up your side. His light touch makes you shiver.

"I-I want," you let out a small moan when he captures one breast in one hand. He's gentle with you but not for long.

He quickly rids you of your shirt tossing it aside. He runs a hand over your shoulder, slipping off the strap of your bra before kissing the place your strap had been. You again reach out for him, running your hands along his shoulders to keep him in place.

His lips felt soft as he continued to ravish you. The heat building up between your legs was becoming unbearable and all you really wanted was for him to take you right then and there. But he liked to take his time, especially with you.

He worked his hand down your body once more, this time ending it at the top of your jeans. With one fluid motion he had them unbuttoned and the zipper undone.

"Let me hear you shortcake." He growled finally touching you where you wanted him most.

You moan feeling his long fingers gently massage you throwing your head back against the couch. Tsukki took that as an invitation to continue to kiss every bare part of you while letting his fingers work. The feel of both his tongue and fingers were sending your senses on overdrive, building an incredible high.

"Tsukki, please," you plead, feeling the amazing tension in the pit of your stomach about to burst.

"Not yet Pipsqueak." He curled his fingers and rubbed his thumb against that sensitive nub of yours. You let out an ungodly sound only for him to slow his movements.

"No," you whine a bit out of breath, but he just smirks at you.

"I want to hear you say it." He said in a low throaty voice. "I want to know how dirty you can sound." He began to move his fingers again.

You stared at him not sure what exactly he wanted you to say. But for the love of God you would say anything at this point. So you said the only thing that came to mind.

"Make me cum, Kei, please."

He chuckled against your chest sounding nearly sinister and worked his magic. You were learning quickly that his hands weren't just good for blocking. And his tongue wasn't just meant for witty banter.

You gasp as you feel that familiar intensity twitch inside you. You unintentionally grab at his bicep feeling his muscles flex as he brings you to the edge. You couldn't hold it back anymore and moaned out his name as you came. He continued to work you as you rode out the waves of ecstasy.

You took in deep breaths as you came back down, Tsukki pulling his hand back. You watched as he grinned down at you and lifted his fingers to his lips. Your eyes widening as he licks them clean.

"Tasty." He said, obviously amused at your reaction.

He then sat back allowing you some air and time to collect your thoughts. You watch as he unbuckles his belt, and quickly removes his pants. He watches and waits for your reaction, wondering if you were going to bolt, or continue. You bite your lip as your eyes catch the large tent growing in his boxers.

Knowing that you have caused that sends a rush of confidence to over take you. You lean forward and reach out to touch him. You barely rub your hand over the fabric and he lets out a guttural moan. You look up at him, seeing how red his face has gotten, and how closely he's watching you.

Without a word you allow your fingers to lightly graze over the bulge watching as he swallows hard. He isn't saying anything, giving you all the freedom to choose what happens next. You give him a sly smile as you reach into his boxers and tease him.

He sucked in a harsh breath, but his eyes showed nothing but pleasure. He felt hot in your hand, and the sudden surge of power you felt over this man fueled your next set of actions. The things you could do to make him come undone were endless.

You were just about to show him exactly what you could do when the front door opened up. You pulled back in surprise, but Tsukki quickly put his hand on the back of your head. He didn't push down, just kept you in place as he craned his neck to look behind him.

"Hey." He greeted the person calmly, like your face wasn't inches away from his dick.

"Hey, I thought Y/n was coming over?" You heard Yamaguchi's voice from the kitchen.

Your heart began to beat rapidly against your ribs. You could not let him catch you guys like this. Luckily the couch faced away from the front door and kitchen, but you knew that if Yams got too close he would definitely see where you were.

"She's still coming." Tsukki answered, giving you a knowing grin.

You narrowed your eyes at him and vengefully gave him a squeeze. He let out a groan that also sounded like a moan. In retaliation he gripped your hair tightly in warning.

"Oh, okay. Well I just came home to change real quick. Some of the guys are going out for drinks." Yams informed his best friend and he simply nodded.

"Right, okay." He waved him off, and you heard Yamaguchi retreat to his bedroom.

You began pulling back again, but Tsukki kept his hold on you.

"He's in the other room." You protest, and he stares back at you with dark eyes.

"Guess we'll have to keep quiet." He said and gently pushed a strand of your hair out of your face.

He was definitely going to be the end of you. If Yamaguchi came out and saw what you two were doing you would absolutely die right then and there. But admittedly, the idea of getting caught did something unspeakable to you.

So you continued, much to his delight. Your hand slowly stroking him and watching the pleasure wash over him. He let his head fall back and let out a quiet moan as your lips joined the fun. His fingers felt good running through your hair as he lovingly caressed you.

"Shit," he groaned, losing himself to the sensation as you worked him over.

You giggled loving that you were the reason why he was cursing and breathing unevenly. You noted how quickly his chest was rising and falling and the quiet little sounds he was making. You could also feel him pulse in your hand as it went up and down faster and faster.

"Oh fuck," he grunted coming close.

"You okay?" Yam's asked, coming back out of his room.

"Shit, yeah I'm fine." Tsukki cleared his throat to try and hide his true feelings. Even if Yams was standing there it didn't stop you. You wanted to see him squirm.

"You sure?" Yam's asked.

"Yes, Tadashi I'm fine. Aren't you," he cut himself off to hold in a moan. "Aren't you going to be late?" He finished.

"Yeah, but," Yams sounded unsure. "are you going to be okay?" He asked.

"Yeah," Tsukki blurted, and lifted a hand. "If anything, Y/n will take care of me." He said gripping the hair at the back of your head again.

You speed up your movements to torture him even more, and he closed his eyes to try and hold back. You're probably going to pay for this later, but it would be worth it.

"Okay, I'll be going then." Yam's said, still not sounding too convinced. "Text me if you need anything. Have fun with Y/n." He said walking towards the door.

"I plan to." Tsukki replied, nearly growling. He couldn't take it anymore. If Yams didn't leave now he was going to curse him out.

Luckily enough Yams didn't ask anymore questions and left the apartment. Relieved that he no longer has an audience he finally allowed himself to let go. You felt him come undone and pulled back with a very satisfied grin.

"You fucking brat." He grunted, loosening his grip on your hair. "Did you get off to the idea of my best friend watching us?" He asked and gave your ass a quick smack. You squeaked at the sudden contact.

"It was your idea in the first place." You reply and he rolls his eyes not wanting to hear it.

Instead he pulls you onto his lap, hooking one leg over his hip. His hands rest at your waist and his eyes trail over your body. His body felt hot against yours, and surprisingly soft. Your hands travel from his shoulders and down his chest.

You lean forward and place sweet kisses on his neck just as he had done to you. You feel his hands roam, one coming up to cup and play with your tits, while the other reached back down to your heated sex.

"Kei," you moan into his ear.

"Good girl, let me hear you." He orders, and you moan again feeling his magic fingers at work again.

"Tell me who makes you feel good." He said, and you tremble at his touches. "C'mon Shortcake."

"You." You manage to get out.

"That's right, say my name again." He ordered, and you gasped feeling his erection rub against you.

It was amazing how quickly he could bounce back like that. He gave you another smack on the ass when you didn't reply right away erupting another moan from you.

"Kei." You call out and he smirks.

"Tell me what you want Pipsqueak." He continued, and you weren't sure how much more of this you could take.

"You." you answer but he shakes his head.

"Say it. Say 'fuck me Kei'." He adjusted himself so you could feel him right at your entrance. All you had to do was lower yourself and you'd have it.

"Say it and you can have it." He whispered as if reading your mind. You looked deeply into his eyes seeing the want, and need in them as well. He wanted you just as badly.

You swallow before allowing the words to spill.

"Fuck me Kei."

"Good girl." His lips curled up into a sly smirk.

And he finally gave you what you had desired from the beginning. Gasping as he slowly entered you. It felt tight as he slowly slid himself in, but it soon relaxed allowing you to feel nothing but pleasure.

"Ride me baby." He bucked his hips to get you going and you held onto his shoulders to balance yourself.

You watched in complete ecstasy as his face scrunched together and his mouth fell open. You moved your hips slowly wanting to ride him out for a long time, loving the expressions he was making. His hands fell to your waist helping you move in a motion that he enjoyed.

"Fuck baby, keep going." He moaned out letting his head fall back.

You moved a bit faster feeling your own climax start to build. The two of you were a mix of moans and cuss words as you moved. He moved along with you now meeting you stroke for stroke.

"Kei, I'm so," you moaned, feeling yourself about to reach your limit.

"Me too," he breathed out just as affected as you were. He pulled you close encircling his arms around you and he pounded into you harder making you call out his name.

"Come for me baby." He growled kissing and sucking on your breasts all while speeding up his movements.

You can practically taste the sweetness of release on the tip of your tongue. Your mind goes blank as he drags it out of you. You claw at him as you clamp down on him and all but scream out in pleasure. He's still hard inside of you and pumps in and out as you ride out your orgasm.

"Oh fuck, okay let me pull out." He says and tries to move you off of him.

You shake your head and stay on top of him. He looks at you confused, only for you to move your hips again.

"Bad idea, Pipsqueak." He warned but he didn't make another attempt to move you. "I'm not wearing," he moaned, not able to complete that sentence.

"It's fine. I got us covered." You say and rotate your hips making him grip onto your waist.

"I want to feel you, Kei." You whisper into his ear holding him close. He sucked in a breath not able to hold back anymore. "Do you want to cum inside me?"

"Fuck yes," he moaned, a rough pleading sound.

"Cum for me Kei." You purr.

That did it, with the last of his energy he pounded into you. He went still, letting a list of profanities spill from his lips and releasing himself inside of you. He took his time catching his breath, kissing your chest and neck as he came back down from the high.

You giggled as he nuzzled your neck. He pulled back to look at you, pushing your hair behind your hair. You could see the affection he had for you on his face. He smiled up at you, his golden eyes gleaming.

"I love you Pipsqueak." He said.

His words were simple but had a powerful punch. It wasn't the first time he said them to you either, but you believed them much more now than you did then. He really had no idea the hold he had over your heart.

"I love you too." You say back, receiving one of his rare full smiles that reached from ear to ear.

You couldn't help the overwhelming love you felt for him, and you thanked whatever star brought you two together.

[anotherfangirlwrites]

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader, Bakugo Katsuki x Uraraka

Warnings: Contains mature content, mentions of cheating, alcohol, pregnancy and anxiety triggers

A/N: This was supposedly a one-shot that turned into a series. ❤ Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it!

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Epilogue

Bonus: Alternate Ending

[90s-belladonna]

Hey! I was wondering if you have any request for Shinsou yet? Anyway, may I request a scenario or headcanons where there’s a transfer student to 1-A class. She’s a shapeshifter and since, he likes cat she always turn into one during lunch just to nuzzle against him. This went on, until one day he found out about the truth (assuming they never interacted in her real form at all)

Lonesome: Hitoshi Shinso x Fem!Reader

-Reader Data-

Hero Name: Vixen (we stan a dc comics reference)

Quirk: Fera Animalia (Basically you can shape-shift into any animal you want whether it’s fictional, extinct, or real. You can’t shape shift into people though sorry)

Hero Costume: a turtleneck, long sleeve black latex catsuit and thigh high black boots, black and orange goggles (Basically think catwoman’s costume from The Batman cartoon or camie’s costume but more covered up and without the hat)

The month was January, you were fairly new to UA but had already managed to turn heads in class 1A due to your strong quirk, good grades, and ethereal looks. Everyone outside of class 1A either didn’t notice you or was kind of annoyed that a new student got into the most envied beginning hero class so ‘easily’.

To be fair you were a transfer from Shiketsu Academy and top of the first year class there, you were forced to transfer due to your parents having to move due to their ever growing business. Despite every other student giving you the cold shoulder everyone in class 1A was very kind towards you.

A few of them recognized you from the hero licensing exam so they were eager to approach you, but the group you mainly hung out with was known as the ‘Bakusquad’, you had gained Bakugo’s favor due to Camie and Inasa introducing you to him and Todoroki after one of their remedial training lessons.

The angry blonde came up to you the first day of class before lunch and said “you’re strong and refuse to go down, plus you’re not mouthy so I don’t hate you.” Which had you confused until a red haired boy who you later came to know as Kirishima came up behind Bakugo and translated by saying “that’s Bakugo speak for ‘you should sit with us at lunch’, he’s not great with being nice.”

Ever since that day you began sitting with the rambunctious group and became fairly close to Jiro and Mina who were both excited to have yet another girl in the friend group.

About three days in you quickly began to notice a lavender haired boy in the lunch room who was either always alone, or with a group of people who all seemed to talk over him or just ignore him in general. ‘He can be surrounded by people and still be all alone’ you thought to yourself as you continued to admire the melancholic boy, whom you wanted to know oh so badly.

“His name is Shinso, he’ll most likely be transferring to the hero course next year.” Kaminari whispered in your ear. He had noticed you admiring his friend for a couple of days now, and internally he kind of shipped you two after getting to know you more and seeing how well your personality would fit his. “He’s not in the hero course yet?” You asked the ecstatic blonde who just shook his head.

“You know... I could introduce you if you want. I’m sure you two would get along famously.” He informed you. Your cheeks instantly erupted into a blush. “Oh jeez, I don’t think I’m ready for that. Maybe I’ll just admire him from afar for a little longer.” You nervously said before taking a bite from your food.

Denki hummed as he tried to think of some way to get you two to interact. A few more minutes went by and by now the entirety of the bakusquad was at the lunch table. “He likes cats.” Denki said out of nowhere which caused everyone at the table, with the exception of Bakugo, to give him a confused look.

“Shinso, he likes cats.” Denki repeated, this time looking your way. Your eyes instantly lit up as you caught on to what Kaminari was suggesting. “Denki Kaminari, you’re a genius!” You said happily before quickly chugging your drink so you could leave. “Said no one ever.” Jiro teased at your previous statement, which everyone, including Kaminari and you laugh.

Once you finished your drink you quickly murmured a “thanks” and pecked Kaminari’s cheek before turning into a beautiful, long furred (color) cat and making your way towards Shinso’s table. “wowsers” Kaminari whispered as he caressed the cheek you had kissed. “Lucky.” Sero whined with a jealous expression gracing his features.

When Shinso heard meowing he thought he took a really bad hit in his previous training session with Aizawa and was now hallucinating or something until he looked down and was met with huge pair of (color) eyes looking up at him. He couldn’t help but smile at the beautiful creature before offering his hand so you, in your cat form, could smell him. Once you did you rubbed your body against him to let him know you wanted him to pet you, which he did.

After about five minutes of him reaching down to pet you, you realized he must be in a really uncomfortable position so you jumped up and sat on his lap. Shinso couldn’t help but smile at the precious creature as he continued to pet it’s silky, long, (color) fur. It was like for just a brief moment all his anxieties and insecurities washed away, like someone had noticed him and wanted to pull him out of his depressive state. ‘it’s not that deep, it’s just a cat Hitoshi.’ He thought to himself as he continued to pet you.

“How’d you get in here anyway?” He asked as he began to scratch under your chin. You figured there was only a few minutes left before the bell signaling for all of you to go back to class rang so jumped off of his lap and made your way back towards the bakusquad table in your cat form, only turning back when you were sure the purple haired boy wasn’t watching you.

“So how’d it go?” Kirishima asked you once you were back in your human form. “Good, he’s a sweetie pie.” You said dreamily. “Awe does (Name) have a little crush?” Mina teased, which only caused you to blush.

The next day you repeated the process of finishing your lunch fairly quickly and heading over to hang out with Shinso in your cat form. A few weeks went by and Shinso had grown used to the routine of being greeted by the mysterious cat.

“You know, one of these days I might just have to take you back to my dorm since you’re always hanging around me anyway.” He joked as he scratched your nose, you couldn’t help but take in his Magnolia scent. “You’re honestly the best part about my school days sometimes. I’ve been working hard but someday, I just- I just feel like I’m holding on to false hope. I know I’m so close to joining the hero course but I can’t help but doubt myself anyway. But seeing your adorable face everyday really keeps me going.” He confessed as he continued to pet you.

You couldn’t help but feel bad, he wasn’t aware that he was confessing his deepest insecurities to you, you felt like a spy almost, and it killed you to betray his trust, even if he wasn’t aware that you weren’t actually a cat. “Thanks for that. I know you’re just a cat but your company really does make a difference.” He spoke gently. You licked his hand, as if to let him know that you felt the same way. Whether you liked it or not your charade was going to be ending soon.

For your hero training All Might and Aizawa broke your class off into groups of three for a rescue training scenario where you would have to rescue victims, played by fellow classmates, as well as fight off robot villains.

Just your luck you were paired with both Shoto Todoroki and Katsuki Bakugo, a group which was met by annoyance by the other students. “No fair you paired the top three students in our class.” “The rest of us don’t have a chance at this point.” “They’re literally the strongest, how is that fair?” Were some of the complaints thrown towards your instructors. “Life isn’t fair.” Aizawa scolded them at the same time All Might said “the group’s were chosen at random.”

“We’ll be observing from the booth, recovery girl will be on stand by.” Aizawa informed the class as he made his way up the bleachers and into the observation room. “No sabotaging other teams. Shoto, Vixen, & Ground Zero are up first, the victims have already been placed and you have some time to plan before the exercise begins.” All Might informed the class before he too made his way towards the booth. “Let’s give them a show boys.” You whispered for only your team to hear. Bakugo gave the rescue site a malicious smirk, while Todoroki’s features intensified, the look on his face alone could freeze everyone in the room, no quirk required.

“you may begin.” Aizawa’s voice boomed from the speakers, and as if on cue you turned into a cheetah and ran towards the ruins while your partner’s used their quirks to propel themselves into the air to get a better view.

Unbeknownst to you, this training session had one extra audience member. “They’re the top three students in my class, you could learn a lot from observing.” Aizawa informed Shinso as the hero hopeful began to take notes on the technique the three of you were using. “Who’s the girl? She’s new.” The tired boy asked the equally tired man. “She’s a transfer from Shiketsu. She’s got the potential to become a great hero one day.” All Might explained, not once taking his eyes off of the screen as he watched you take down robot after robot in your bear form.

“With that quirk, I bet.” Shinso spoke sarcastically, a pang of jealousy in his chest at how blessed you were to be able to transfer to the top hero class and have such a powerful quirk. “It’s not about her quirk, it’s about how she uses it. If she had any less control over it she could have easily destroyed those robots, but she managed to only knock them out which is one of the points of this exercise since heroes try not to kill.” Aizawa explained to his protégée.

“Hmm.” Shinso hummed as he continued to watch you, now fighting smaller, human sized robots in your human form, it was clear you were extremely well trained in martial arts. “She learned all that at Shiketsu?” The lavender haired boy asked his sensei once more. Part of him couldn’t help but feel bad for writing you off as a Mary Sue with a strong quirk as he watched you take down two robots at once with sheer human force alone. “No, she interns with Edgeshot, he gives her martial arts lessons on his days off too, it seems as if he sees something special in her too.” All Might informed the tired boy once more.

“Vixen, I hear some crying under this large pile of ruble but the opening is too small for me to fit, and my quirk could make the situation worst.” Todoroki informed you. You quickly took down one last robot before heading over to where he was to inspect the opening.

“I can get in there in my cat form but I need you to stay here to pull out who ever is stuck down there.” You explained, the dual haired boy nodded as he watched you transform into an (color) cat with beautiful long fur. “Cute.” The stoic, cat loving boy mumbled as you went through the opening.

Shinso on the other hand watched the screen with wide eyes. the cat... from the lunchroom. It isn’t a cat. He thought to himself. No, I’m crazy. Tons of cats look alike, this could just be a giant coincidence. I mean, I don’t even know this girl, and she doesn’t know me. Logically it makes no sense that she’d turn into a cat just to sit on my lap during lunch. he tries to reason with himself but instead of relaxing him it made him even more anxious. He kept replaying every single personal thing he’d said to the cat in his head.

But as he watched you, in your cat form squeeze out of the small opening after having had handed Todoroki a balled up, crying Mineta he realized he couldn’t lie to himself anymore, you were definitely the lunchroom cat. It was safe to say Hitoshi Shinso was mortified.

The tired boy was only brought out of his anxiety fueled daze once Aizawa hit a loud buzzer signifying that the simulation had ended and your group had rescued all the victims as well as taken down all the villains. “Six minutes and thirty two seconds is the time to beat. Red Riot, Creati, and Can’t Stop Twinkling are up next. Wait five minutes for the victims to take their places and use this time to plan.” All Might announced through the speakers.

Once every team went through the simulation Aizawa asked Shinso to come down to meet the students with him and All Might and help give them an outside perspective. Normally Shinso would have been anxious to meet with class 1A but this time he wasn’t, he was more infatuated with the possibility of standing so close to you and figuring you out.

It’s definitely a weird situation. I don’t know a thing about her yet, I feel like we’re friends. He thought to himself as he made his way down the bleachers behind All Might and Aizawa, their much larger figures hiding his from the students’ view.

“We’ve brought along a familiar face to help brief you and offer an outsider’s point of view on your choices through out the exercise.” Aizawa announced as he stepped aside to reveal none other than the purple haired boy who you were oh so taken with lately. As you took a nervous gulp Denki yelled “Best friend” before tackling Shinso into a hug.

As the briefing began, your team was up first and you couldn’t help but grow anxious by the second, you knew the facade had to end at some point, you just hoped it would be on your own terms. I just had to go and turn into a cat, a fox would have probably fit through the hole too you scolded yourself. Dread loomed in the room as your team stepped forward to receive their feedback.

“Ground Zero you’ve grown a lot over the course of the year, and your cooperation has definitely gotten better but you didn’t save nearly as many people as your team mates, try to focus of dividing your time better in between taking down villains and rescuing people.” Aizawa informed Bakugo, who replied with his signature “Tch.”

“Shoto, you’ve also grown a lot over the course of the year and actually took your partners’ strengths and weaknesses into account when forming a plan, still you acted more as a team leader as opposed to an equal partner, one of the points of the exercise was to make you see others as your equals.” All Might informed Todoroki, who just nodded his head in understanding, almost as if to say “I’ll do better next time.”

“(Lastname), Shinso will be delivering your briefing.” Aizawa informed you which caused you to lock eyes with the purpled haired boy. Maybe I’m fine, maybe he didn’t notice my last transformation, the boys are way more exciting to watch than me anyway.’ You tried to reassure yourself. But when (eye color) met indigo you knew it was over. Like a deer in the headlights, you were caught.

“Vixen, your one on one fighting was fine, I think you should have used your quirk more. For example the cat thing, genius.” The lavender haired boy spoke, you swore there was vile laced in his tone. He must feel so betrayed. There’s no way he doesn’t know. you thought to yourself, never once breaking eye contact with the tired boy.

“You should point out some negatives too.” All Might whispered Shinso’s way, although everyone heard his pointer. “umm, y-you spent too much time fighting and not enough rescuing.” Shinso said in a curt tone, instantly breaking the eye contact. “Thank you for your feedback.” you said in an almost inaudible tone which was filled with agony. he hates me. was the only thing running through your mind as your heart broke.

Shinso hadn’t meant to be so rude, but when it was all said and done you were gone and he couldn’t take his abrupt tone back. Being there, standing in front of you flooded him with feelings of betrayal that he hadn’t realized he was feeling. It’s not like he hated you, but he was pretty annoyed with you for not telling him the truth. He felt like a fool, not because you bamboozled him either, but because he missed your presence during lunch.

two weeks went by and he realized it was over, you wouldn’t be visiting him anymore. He knew he risked being rejected but he just had to speak to you, and figure out your reasoning behind the whole cat fiasco.

Indigo orbs examined the lunch room until they landed on a head of (hair color) locks sitting all alone in the bakusquad table. It was clear to him that you were probably waiting for your friends. At this point he had already psyched himself out of speaking to you and was about to look away until he spotted mineta walking up to you.

Shinso sighed as he grabbed his tray and got up from his seat. Knowing mineta there was no way he wasn’t going to either make you uncomfortable or try to grope you. As annoyed as he was with your way of handling things there was no way he was going to let anyone make his kitten uncomfortable, much less mineta of all people.

“come on, just one kiss. I’ve been told I’m god’s gift to women.” The sleazy grape looking boy said as he took a seat next to you. Usually one of the other boys scared him off for you but today most of the bakusquad with the exception of you and Jiro, who was running late, got detention so Mineta took it as his chance to put the moves on you.

“ew. As if!” You cried out in disgust as you scoot over to get as far away from the perv as you could. Although, mineta was nothing if not persistent, so he scoot over even more to be near you. “Mind if I sit?” A deep voice asked. “yes. We’d like some privacy.” The little perv spoke, but as soon as his sentence ended his face lost all emotion.

“Mineta I’m going to need you to leave the lunchroom. Go lock yourself in your dorm.” The deep voice spoke once more. Mineta did as he was told without uttering a single word. Once the pervert left the room you finally looked your savior’s way. It was none other than Hitoshi Shinso.

“Thank you.” You whispered, still shaking from having the grape themed pervert so close to you. “Anytime.” He said in a much softer tone, the tone you’d grown accustomed to, the tone you recognized. The indigo haired boy placed his lunch tray in front of you before taking a seat, with wide eyes you watched him. She’s not even using her quirk yet she still resembles a cat he thought to himself as he caught a glimpse of your surprised expression.

“You haven’t been coming over to my table lately. I’ve missed you.” He finally let out after you two sat in silence for what felt like hours but was probably only minutes. “I figured you wanted nothing to do with me.” You timidly spoke. “And what would give you such silly idea like that?” He asked with a mischievous smirk on his face.

You were about to answer until you remembered what he had just done to mineta. So instead you just took a sip of your drink without breaking eye contact. Shinso sighed once he realized you were wary of his quirk. “Fine. I was going to use my quirk to find out why you did what you did.” He admitted before taking a bite of his food.

You hummed before thinking about what he had just said. “you seemed lonesome. Surrounded by people, yet I could tell none of them knew you, not really. So I wanted to know you, be that person for you, ya know. but I’m a bit shy outside of my hero persona.” You admitted in a whisper. “Hmm. And how’d you know I like cats?” The indigo eyed boy asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“A little pikachu told me.” You informed him with a smile which he couldn’t help but return. “Well... if your original offer is still up, I’d love to get to know you as well.” the beautiful boy said as he offered you his hand to shake, which you gratefully took. “I’d love that too.” The blush rushing to your cheeks was impossible to fight at this point.

“Oh, and feel free to still use your cat form, you’re utterly adorable in it... and out of it.” He teased, which made you to let out a squeal, that only caused him to laugh. Little did you know that the moment would signify the start of a lovely friendship, and possibly even more.

[anotherfangirlwrites]

Maybe

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Warnings: Angst, cheating, cursing

A/N: Go easy on me, i haven’t written in so damn long.

UPDATE: this little old thing turned into a stupid angst filled series, here’s the masterlist.

You didn’t know how you got home but somehow you did. When you reached for the security panel to enter the code to your shared apartment, you notice your hand was trembing. Her words still echoes in your mind leaving you feeling cold inside. And lost. And confused.

“I’m pregnant, Y/n. It’s Katsuki’s.”

You blink and realized you’ve been holding your breath. Gasping, tears start to fill your eyes as you push air down your lungs. The door slams behind you as you stagger in, not even make it to the living room before your knees buckle. You heave, trying to pick yourself up but everything is weighing down on you all at once.

Her confession, his lies. The truth.

“We hadn’t meant for it to happen. We were drunk.”

“He loves you.”

Her big doe eyes can almost convince you.

“We just got caught up in the moment.”

“It was a mistake, you are his life, not me.”

Her angelic voice shakes as she reaches for your hand, apologies falling from her lips.

“I’m keeping the baby but I’ll respect whatever you and Katsuki end up deciding to do.”

Sobs quake you and tears endlessly stream down your face as you shake your head like that would silence the chaos off your mind.

What if maybe it was fate that they saw each other again after years of breaking up? That they ended up having to work again despite Bakugo’s efforts to stir clear from Uraraka?

Or maybe she’s always been on his mind? How can she not be? They’ve had history. They’ve known each other since high school. And he was with her. He loved her.

Maybe you were just too blind to see? That maybe, he still loves her. After all this time.

Maybe that’s why he had sex with her even though he’s already engaged to you?

Maybe all this time, they were the ones meant for each other? Maybe his happiness lies with Uraraka and not you?

Your face crumples as reality hits hard. Bakugo. The man you love, your fiance, got another woman pregnant. Not just any other woman but someone he loved for years.

Your gaze drifts off until it falls on a framed photograph of you both. Your sobbing stops but the shattering of your heart persists as you realize the life you’ve built together, the future you’ve always wanted with him.. It’s all slipping from your hands like drifting sands

What happens now?

You have to be strong, you tell yourself as you wipe your face. For him, you have to.

“Are you fucking crazy, Uraraka?? You told Y/N?!” Bakugo’s face turned red, he had just arrived and now he’s already scrambling to get up from his seat most likely to find you. Uraraka grabs his arm but he swiftly shakes off her hold. “I haven’t even had the fucking balls to tell her what I did! What happened to us! Jesus-” his hands card harshly through his hair.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know she works there at that hospital!” Uraraka cries, covering her face.

“When she hears that I was there for a check up, she personally sees to it I was taken care off. Afterwards she insisted we get lunch. And we talked.” her voice falters. Bakugo’s eyes stung. Fucking typical of you to go out of your way to make sure Uraraka gets taken care of. God, he doesn’t deserve you and you sure as hell don’t deserve all this hell he’s giving you.

“She is so nice. And caring. I can see why you love her so much.” Uraraka’s gaze fell on to the carpeted floor of her apartment. Bakugo’s glare softens, tears glistening on them as he takes a shaky breath.

“The guilt was eating me alive.. and I couldn’t keep it together. I burst into tears and begged for her forgiveness.” She whimpers burying her face with her hands, falling on her knees.

“I’m so sorry, Katsuki.”

Bakugo closes his eyes, brows knitting together. With a sigh, he walks over to her and helped her up. He takes her to the couch and says, “Me too.” his voice low, head hanging.

“I have to go. I’ll try to call Kirishima to stay with you.” Uraraka simply nods and watches Bakugo leave her aparment with tears still streaming down her face, hands protectively cradling the small bump on her belly.

When Bakugo arrives home, relief floods him when he saw your car still parked out front. The alarm chimes as he lets himself in but the house was eerily quiet. He finds you in bed, lying on your side, facing away from him.

He walks warily to the bed and sat by your feet. He doesn’t know how to start. Shame and guilt making him choke on words unspoken. Bakugo wanted to touch you but right now, he knows he doesn’t have the fucking right to.

Then he hears it, your soft sniffling timed with the shaking of your shoulders. Someone might as well punch him in the chest because that would feel so much better than seeing you now and how badly he’s hurt you.

“Y/n? Can we talk?” Bakugo doesn’t recognize his own voice but he continues. “Please, baby.” He watches you struggle holding in your sobs and his brows furrow deeper. “Y/n?” he tries again and this time you nod, wiping your face but still refusing to meet his gaze. You got up from the bed and Bakugo reaches for you but you walk right past him. Confused, he follows you out of the room and into the kitchen.

You got yourself a glass of water, downing it in one go then fill it up again before sitting by the dining table. Your fingers trace around film of moisture that formed around the glass, your eyes falling on the engagement ring on your hand. Bakugo stalks you and he stood there, frozen behind the kitchen island for a while, not really knowing what to do with himself.

He can see you clearly now. Your face held a blank expression but the sorrow was screaming behind your e/c eyes and he wants nothing more than take it away even if it kills him.

You train your gaze on the glass in your hands knowing your heart just wouldn’t take seeing his face without being reminded of his betrayal. But Bakugo walks over to you and he knelt at your side, his arms going around your waist.

His embrace felt foreign. It didn’t provide you solace or comfort like it usually does. It felt wrong. It feels like he’s trying to piece you back together but you crumble all the same. The glass blurs as tears flood your eyes again and you idly wonder how you’re still crying after all the tears you’ve shed.

“Y/n, I made a mistake.” Bakugo finally broke the silence, words coming out of him in broken whispers. His face burries in your neck and you feel his hot tears dampen your shirt. “Dont,” he trembles as he holds you tighter, “Don’t leave me.”

Not knowing what to say, you place a hand on his head and tried to soothe him. Bakugo loves you. You know that and he’s proved you time and time again. But that doesn’t change the fact that he slept with someone else.

But that also doesn’t change the fact that you still love him.

You turn your head and placed a kiss on his temple. Bakugo’s eyes squeezed close and he burries his face deeper on your neck. “I fucked up.” he admits, his voice faltering. “I have to take responsibilty for my actions but,” he swallows hard and desperately reaches for your face, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I can’t lose you.” he shakes his head, his eyes wild as they search yours.

He then feels fear shot through his spine when he sees you staring blankly at him. He can’t see the woman he loves. There’s no warmth, no emotion on your usually expressive face and it scared him.

“Y/n, please.” he pleads again. He had never begged for anything before in his life but God, he’d do absolutely anything right now. He haphazardly wipes his face and then grabbed your wrists. Your eyes widened as he hit himself using your hands. “Hit me! Fucking hurt me! Anything!” he sniffles, tears falling down his cheeks. “Let the anger you’re feeling out, make me feel the pain I’ve caused you!”

“I don’t want to.”

Bakugo stills and he looks at you with a confused expression. You place a hand on his base of his jaw and looked him in the eye. “I wouldn’t wish this pain on anybody. Specially not you.” you say, your facade breaking and finally, Bakugo saw just how distraught you are. The severity of his sin anchoring his heart heavier.

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, baby.” his face crumples as he takes your hands in his huge ones. He kisses your knuckles, your arms, your neck, every part he could reach as he mutters his apologies like a broken record. You turn away before he could kiss you on the lips. The gesture broke Bakugo’s heart but he knows he deserved it.

“Tell me what the hell I have to do to make this right.” Bakugo murmurs helplessly, his knees hurting at this point but he refuses to get up until you both talk this through.

“You said so yourself, you have to take responsibility.” you say monotonously, blinking away the tears. “You’re going to be a father. A-and,” you choke on a sob and forced yourself to finish. “And the kid will need, you.” your voice falls into a whisper as you turn to meet his gaze.

“So it’s pretty obvious what you should do.” You gave him a wry smile, cradling his face with both hands. This is the right thing for the three of you. Four, you corrected yourself internally.

Make it easier for him, you tell yourself as you ran your thumb against his lower lip. A broken smile stretches your lips as you meet his gaze. “I love you, Katsuki. So much. ” you say for possibly the last time and you saw the alarm in his eyes as the gears in his mind worked out what you’re getting to.

“No-” He shakes his head stubbornly but you shush him. “She came back in your life for a reason.” you shrug. “Now we know why.”

“Y/n, stop this bullshit!” he’s screaming at you, his grip on your arm borderline painful at this point but nothing compared to the one you feel in your chest.

“Listen to me,” you wipe the tears streaming down his face. “I’m not going to deprive you of a future that was meant for you. I’m not going to get in the way of you having a complete and happy family.”

Bakugo is shaking his head and muttering curses. “My future is with you! I made a fucking mistake. And I’ll make things right with the kid but, goddammit, you don’t have to go!”

“Then tell me you don’t love her.” It took everything in you not to crumble right then and there when you saw hesitation flicker in his eyes. Bakugo opens his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He tries again, gripping your hand as if his life depended on it and says “I love you, Y/n.”

“That’s not what I asked.” your head hung, feeling like its going to explode. You want him, still love him, despite everything. But this is tearing you apart.

“Y/n, we can get through this. I’ll do whatever it takes.” he says, craning his neck to meet your gaze. “I love you.” he repeats.

This has got to be the hardest thing you have to do in your life.

“If you do love me,” you murmur, “Then you’ll live your life without regrets.” Bakugo makes a face, one filled with confusion and fear but you continue. “Ochako’s going to need you and so will the baby.” Your voice breaks and tears fell endlessly as you slip the engagement ring he gave you off your finger.

Before he could protest, you lean forward and gave him a searing kiss. Your brows furrowed and you pull him to you as close as you can, fingers entangling on his hair. Bakugo compulsively kisses you back and you burn the sensation to the back of your mind. How his lips feel against yours, how he tastes, how he smells. You let it fuel you, give you enough strength to do what you’re about to do next.

You pull away breathlessly, leaning your forehead against his. Bakugo’s eyes held turmoil as he looks up at you. And whatever hope he has to making it through this with you vanishes when you mutter, “If you do love me, you’ll let me go.”

“Y/n, please,” Bakugo’s eyes fill with tears again, nostrils flaring as he helplessly watches you place the ring on his palm.

“Goodbye, Katsuki.” you murmur with your lips against his forehead before you got up and walked away.

You don’t turn back. No matter how much his screams tear at your heart. No matter how painful each step was to take.

Maybe your heart won’t ever heal from this. Maybe you’ll never be happy again.

But at least the man you love has a chance to be.

Read next part here.

Thanks for reading ❤

[saintobio]

pov: he’s a player and you’re his favorite game.

↳ iwaizumi hajime/reader

summary. where one hookup with Hajime Iwaizumi turned into many nights of casual sex—all is good until you started catching feelings and he wanted no strings to ever be attached.

genre. angst, smut, fwb, college au, 18+

cw. alcohol/smoking, reference to drugs, profanity, degradation, explicit sexual content (aka casual fucking with irvine!iwa)

notes. this one hit home lol and i need to feed my iwa brainrot atm so,, enjoy ;) he’s a complete jerk in this tho

masterlist -> next

1/2

The frat basement was more packed than usual that night.

It was strange because finals were coming up and yet all of these college students were spending their Friday night getting wasted, partying all night, only to find themselves waking up in someone else’s dorm the next morning.

The latter actually applied to you more than the others because you wouldn’t have bothered getting all dressed up to turn up at this party if not for Hajime Iwaizumi from UCI Bio-Sci who often went here on a Friday night. You just didn’t want to miss the chance of seeing him again.

No, you weren’t his girlfriend. You were just a girl he shared many nights with, although both of you were kind of exclusive without the label, mainly because he hated putting labels.

The first time you’ve met him was almost a year ago when a mutual friend introduced him to you and you just somehow clicked from there. At first, he flirted with you on the low until the simple hi’s and hello’s became consistent texts and late night calls. You already knew him prior to that party because he was quite famous around the campus for being one of the ‘hotties’ that girls would often gush about. And because of his reputation in the campus, you almost couldn’t believe that you were the girl that caught his attention out of the many.

But after months of constant texting, you noticed the decline of attention that he was giving to you as of late. You still hungout with him from time to time when he was lonely and he would ask you to come over to ‘watch movies’ (you know what he really meant) or there were days where he would simply go straight to the point and tell you he wanted to hookup.

Well...

For an insight, the first night and how this all started was when he brought you to his dorm after a party and his roommate wasn’t around. You ended up losing it to him because you wanted to know how sex really felt like and you no longer wanted to be that one innocent virgin in college. Your friends told you it felt amazing if you did it with the right person, but college being college, it didn’t really matter if someone was your boyfriend or not. You could have sex with any guy you want in college. Hookup culture was a thing and relationships weren’t so much.

However, if you wanted him and he wanted you, why couldn’t you just be together? Why not be that cute campus couple who went around holding each other’s hands while being the center of all the single people’s jealousy?

Losing your virginity to Hajime was already one step closer to that relationship you wanted, but how come nothing really progressed between you two after sharing many nights together? And by progress, you meant actual feelings and not just constant fucking.

“Looking for someone?” your friend asked, finding humor at the sight of you looking around the crowded place.

How could you even begin to describe college parties? Aside from the deafeningly loud music, there were red cups everywhere and people were grinding on each other like they didn’t have final exams to worry about. Turn to your right and you’d see a couple making out, turn to your left and you’d see a freshman doing a kegstand, turn to your back and you’d see people taking pot.

Welcome to college.

The place itself was pretty dark even with the purple neon lights on, so you could hardly see who’s who because there were just too many faces to look at. With each grinding body bodies, each smiling faces, each silhouette—only one person mattered to you.

“No,” you shortly denied, pretentiously sipping on a red cup and relaxing your back on the kitchen counter. Was it that obvious? You checked your phone just in case Iwaizumi texted you but you had no single notification from him at all.

Your friend, Erica, let out a playful snicker at how restless you were becoming. “Yeah, you’re obviously waiting for someone. Is it Iwa?”

You took another gulp of the vodka mix before answering, “I mean, it won’t be bad to see him, too.”

Right. You were just trying make an excuse to save face. Yes, you were waiting for Iwaizumi and the guy hasn’t even bothered to text you all day. In fact, the last time he responded was 3 days ago when he told you that he was busy working out at the gym and he didn’t even try to contact you further after that.

Let’s say he was probably really busy but come on.

You cocked your head to the side to distract yourself and saw a bunch of shirtless guys playing beer pong and spilling drinks all over. Gross. “They’re wasted as fuck.”

Erica sneered while taking a drag on her cigarette. “Wanna do molly? I can get us each from Sam.”

The smoke from her blunt made your nostrils flare before you quickly shook your head. “I can’t tonight.”

“Lame,” she replied, peering behind you before nudging your rib. “Oh, he’s here!”

It was embarrassing how fast you turned around to find him. You even tried to squint your eyes until you saw Iwaizumi squeezing his way through the crowd and Jesus, he was looking even more fit and gorgeous than the last time you saw him. He came in just in time when m.A.A.d city was booming through the speakers as he made his entrance with a smirk on his lips and a half-buttoned shirt that accentuated his toned chest. God.

Of course, you didn’t miss the stares he received from the thirsty college girls that he passed by—their eyes followed him around as if he was some sort of a celebrity that they could try and coax into sleeping with. You could tell their knees went weak when he licked his lips and ran his fingers through his cropped raven hair. Iwaizumi oozed of frat boy swagger that took every girl’s attention in this godforsaken frat house.

His eyes soon found yours and the two of you locked in on a distant gaze, with him briefly nodding his head to acknowledge you, before his friend called him over and completely took his attention away.

In a snap, he was gone from your line of sight.

“Did he see you?” Erica asked, snapping you out of your unbreakable stare.

Annoyed and a little disappointed, you sighed and turned back around. Honestly, you were kind of hurt at how he didn’t even bother to go to you after you stupidly waited for him all night. It has been 3 days, did he not miss you?

You were visibly upset but you knew not to show it to your friend. “Yeah, he did but he’s probably off to hangout with his friends for a while,” you said it like you were the most understanding girlfriend in the world.

Erica then gave you a questioning look that screamed ‘so, what are you still doing here?’, encouraging you to follow Iwaizumi.

“You’re totally in love with him,” she pointed out, raising her brows up and down.

“I’m not.”

“Girl, go to your man and set up your dick appointment!”

At least, her words made you chuckle and allowed you to relax your rigid stance. “Nah, he’ll come around when he’s drunk.”

Plus, you couldn’t really say that he was your man because he wasn’t. You weren’t dating him and you weren’t sure if he’d like it if you went around and told everyone that you two had a thing, especially not with all these hot girls ready to spread their legs for him in a heartbeat. Hajime would not want you to be acting like his girlfriend.

Besides, you didn’t want to ruin your night waiting hopeless for him so instead, you pulled Erica through the crowd and enjoyed the night on your own. “Let’s get fucking wasted.”

Around 1AM, the place was still lit and the night was still young.

You ended up taking no-chaser shots after seeing a few of your friends by the pool area where they challenged you to chug the liquor straight. By this point, it was safe to say that you were already drunk as hell.

And what does being intoxicated make you?

It gave you hell of a confidence to sway your hips on top of a table without caring about anything else. You could hear hoots of encouragement from your friends and the other strangers who watched your drunken self dancing provocatively to No Hands. You sexily got down and back up with your hips moving from side to side. This is so fun, you drunkenly thought. So fun.

You took a long drag from the cigarette and a sip from the red cup as you rocked your body to the beat. Maybe tomorrow you’d end up with a headache while whining about how embarrassing this was, but for now, you didn’t give a damn. You were having the night of your life.

None of it mattered until your body was being pulled down and you realized that Iwaizumi had carried you off the table with a furious expression painted on his beautiful sun-kissed face. Even in your drunken state, you could feel your heart fluttering at his mere presence.

“Hey,” you slurred and stumbled on your feet as he put you down in a less crowded part of the area.

“Are you a fucking stripper?!” His brows were furrowed in annoyance but how come you only found it extremely hot?

You ended up giggling before placing the cigarette between your lips. “Did you enjoy my show, then—”

Surprisingly, he snatched the cigarette off of you and threw it to the side with his growing temper coming out. “Don’t fuck around.”

“Daddy, chill,” you teased and laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a quick peck on his kissable lips. All the bitterness you felt earlier just flew out the window now that he was here with you. “Weren’t you too busy to pay attention to me?”

“Shut up.”

You gave him a flirtatious wink. “Make me.”

Iwaizumi sighed in exasperation and ran his fingers through his hair, later noticing your outfit. “What the hell are you even wearing?”

“Huh,” you huffed, pulling the hem of your low-waisted jeans. “I look hot, what do you mean?”

“No, you’re dressed like a fucking hooker.”

“Fuck you.”

He exhaled, calming himself down before he placed a hand on your waist while tracing your halter on the other. His thumb nearly brushed your side boob as he caressed your curve like he was dying to hold you close. All the while, he was leaning on your ear to whisper, “But you look fuckable in that top.”

First of all, holy shit.

The way his voice turned an octave deeper and his pupils turned darker just made you tingle on the inside.

Yes, yes he could made you weak even through simple things like that. You had no idea why he had this much effect on you, but he was the only guy who managed to make you feel this way. It was hard to believe that this man had you wrapped around his fingers.

And being drunk as you already were, you suddenly thought: wouldn’t it be fun to tease him a little?

“Fuckable, huh.” You played with his unbuttoned collar with a playful grin. “That’s the same thing Connor told me a few minutes ago.”

You weren’t exactly lying. Connor, one of his closest friends, did compliment your outfit and told you that you looked pretty tonight. He didn’t say the word fuckable but the way checked you out reflected his dirty thoughts.

“No, he didn’t.” Iwaizumi’s glare turned sharper.

“Yes, he did.”

He kept a straight face, pulling you closer—way too close that you could smell his signature ‘wood sage and sea salt’ scent. And you know what? You wanted this. You hoped to God all the girls were seeing this. You, him, bodies entwined, lips close to each other.

“If you like him that much, why don’t you go to him?” His breath smelled of alcohol and lime as he spoke.

“I don’t want him, I want you,” you insisted, batting your eyelashes before trailing sexy open-mouthed kisses on his jaw.

His lips lifted into a satisfied smirk just as his hand sneaked down to squeeze your ass.

“You’re such a slut for me,” he spoke in a low voice, pressing his lips against your ear. “I’ll show you exactly what Connor can’t do to you.”

Lesson learned: you never should have riled Iwaizumi to begin with.

Because now, he was fucking you to hell and back like you’ve never had before. You were lucky enough that your roommate wasn’t in your dorm when you two came stumbling inside, otherwise she would have been a total cockblock to this hardcore sex that awaited you.

Iwaizumi gripped your waist tighter until his nails were almost leaving crescent marks on your cold yet sweaty skin. You could never admit it, but him being rough was achingly good.

“H-Hajime,” you whimpered, feeling his hard thrusts getting rougher each second until his cock stretched your tight walls. You no longer had any control to the screams that were coming out of your mouth as he pounded on you from behind. Your hands, barely gripping the headboard and your legs, quivering at the mixture of pain and pleasure that he was giving you.

“You’re such a fucking whore, right?” he hissed, pulling your hair before pushing you forward against the mattress. He shifted his weight above your back when you fell on your stomach while crying for his name. “I’ll treat you like one.”

Another loud moan escaped your lips when his throbbing cock hit you at the perfect spot. Your entire body was on fire with the way he was moving his hips to meet your desperate ones, filling you with every inch of him that it was impossible to stop yourself from screaming out his name.

“Ah—ahh, Haji—me!” you whined, gripping the sheets with your chest pressed against the cushion and your hair still on Iwaizumi’s tight grip. You didn’t think he could penetrate you deeper than he already had before.

Even more, the alcohol in your system was making you lightheaded on top of the amazing sex you were having. You were in complete spirals. The sensation ignited your body so you could disintegrate into flames with his burning desire.

Thank fuck you actually went to that party because you didn’t want to spend a boring night alone in your dorm. You knew that you’d always choose spending time with Iwaizumi any time of the day. Heck, you’d even choose being fucked like this as long as it was with him.

Except, you hoped that he could be softer and more affectionate to you.

You wanted him to look at your eyes and kiss you while he made love with you.

There was a huge difference between fucking and making love, and the sad thing was, you’ve never really experienced the latter with Iwaizumi.

Sure, he was sweet during the first few months of this whole friends with benefits thing, but lately he was placing a safe distance between you two, not knowing that you were only becoming more attached to him.

Sometimes, you wished you could tell him that you wanted to go on dates, too. Sometimes, you wanted to just cuddle all night and talk about random things that interested you. Sometimes, you wanted to show him off and hold his hand in public. You wanted him to actually get to know you better instead of just sending you dirty texts and dick pics here and there. You wanted him to genuinely look at you in the eyes and tell you he loved you.

The only reason that this whole fuck buddy setup was dragged on for too long was because it was the only way you could get closer to him. You hate to admit it but Iwaizumi didn’t seem that interested with you aside from having meaningless sex.

Frankly, it hurt.

You knew from day one that it was risky and dangerous to be in love with him, but it was just impossible not to. Iwaizumi was a perfectly lovable guy—he was your ideal guy and you wanted no one else but him.

“F-Fuck,” he cussed, pacing faster inside your cunt with the bed creaks getting louder and louder. “This pussy’s so fucking tight, you’re gonna make me cum.”

You screamed and bit your lip, feeling sore from the friction from your tight hole and his hardened cock. You could hear squelching noises with each rough thrust and felt a growing sensation in you that signaled your incoming orgasm.

Like you, he was reaching his own orgasm, because in an instant, he pulled himself out of your core and very swiftly made you sit on your knees while he pumped himself on your face. “Agh, shit. You look beautiful,” a guttural moan leaving his lips as he looked down at you with a predatory gaze.

Fuck. He was so hot like this.

You wrapped your shaky hand around his shaft and did the job for him, performing a fast but rhythmic stroke that satisfied his needs.

“Put it in your mouth,” he ordered, pulling your hair into a ponytail.

You did as told because you were such a good girl for him. You always were. You wanted to please him so he could praise you like he always did—were you really this in love? Or was this all just lust?

With your tongue pressing flat on his throbbing tip, you watched him throw his head back as his member slowly disappeared in your mouth. You started nice and slow, allowing your hand to help build his orgasm the way he badly asked for. There was a hint of saltiness to his taste which you’ve already grown familiar with. “Fuck yeah, that’s so good,” he breathed out, gazing at you lecherously. You released a hum while his cock slid in and out of your mouth and you used you fist to jerk off the upper half of his length.

You were doing the most when you sucked his dick, even hollowing your cheeks, and swirling your tongue around his veiny shaft. When he couldn’t hold it any longer, he grabbed your head with both hands—now thrusting his manhood against the walls of your warm mouth to chase his climax. You let out a gag when he hit the back of your throat before he made you take all of him in again.

“Good girl,” he muttered, chuckling darkly. It took him one last thrust until you tasted his thick, hot cum that were sent straight through the back of your throat.

You swallowed hard, chest rising and falling even until he pulled out of you and there was a string of cum connecting his dick to your mouth to show just how much semen he ejaculated for you to swallow.

That very image drove him crazy. If only he still had the energy, he would have gotten hard at the mere sight of it.

You ran your thumb across your lip to collect the excess jizz that he released and you swallowed it all, not allowing each drop to go to waste because every bit of Hajime was special to you.

He collapsed to your side as he panted—heavy breaths echoing and reverberating inside the room. You followed him soon after and lay on your back next to him.

“I’m so tired,” he exhaled, heavily, “so tired and drunk.”

You smiled and pulled the covers to your bare chest. “Me, too.” You tried to pull his arm to make him move closer to you. “Stay for the night, please?”

Iwaizumi hesitated because he didn’t really stay the night with you that much. He did stay before, however on very rare occasions. If he was nearly passing out from the many rounds of sex that you had, that was the only time he would stay.

He also didn’t like cuddling. He used to like it when you first started, but recently he wasn’t into it anymore. You didn’t know why there was a change of heart or perhaps you were just overthinking this whole thing.

“Fine,” he mumbled, scooting closer and pulling you into his chest.

You giddily wrapped an arm around him and pressed a light kiss on his lips. You could never get tired of his scent and his warmth. “I missed you so much, baby.”

He didn’t respond. He only gently rubbed his hand on your back while your fingers traced his collarbone.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, peering at him with your sleepy eyes.

“Yeah.” He nodded once and kissed your forehead. “I was just busy.”

He probably really was. You’ve had papers to finish on your own and you could only imagine how stressful it was with him. To be honest, you were already lucky to even have this night with him during the busiest time of the month. In Erica’s words, ‘go set up and a dick appointment with your man’ as if knowing that he was hard to get ahold of.

“Go to sleep,” he ordered, patting your back. “Night.”

You relaxed in his arms and held him tight hoping that tomorrow, you’d wake up to still find him by your side. “Good night. I love you.”

Soon as the sun rose from the sky, you woke up from the blaring noise of your alarm going off at 7 in the morning. Iwaizumi stirred from his sleep as you reached for your phone with a deep groan to stop the alarm. Yawning, you stretched your arms and kissed his cheek.

“Morning,” you greeted with a smile.

“What time’s...it?” he asked in his raspy morning voice.

You caressed his cheek and traced the bridge of his nose. “It’s seven.”

As if on cue, his eyes shot wide open in realization and the next thing you knew, he was already rushing out of your bed while briskly putting his clothes on. “Shit! I have an early morning class.”

“On a Saturday?” you inquired, pulling the sheets to your chest with a pout. You were hoping to cuddle with him more. “That sucks.”

“I know,” he said as he sat on your bed so he could put his shoes on. For a moment, he fell silent and you wondered what was going on in his mind but he already spoke his thoughts for you, “Hey, we’re good, right?”

Huh?

“Yeah,” you answered, uncertain with what he meant.

He ended up taking a deep breath before he avoided your gaze. “You know what we are, right?”

Oh.

You swallowed. “...Yeah.”

“Good,” he said, his back still coldly turned to you. “I just don’t want you to be weird about it ‘cause I don’t really know if I like you that much when I’m sober.”

Wow. Just wow, you were speechless.

Out of all the countless nights that you willingly gave him, out of all the times you wasted with him instead of being with your friends, out of all the feelings you’ve harbored for him hoping that this relationship would develop into something more serious—in the end, he still didn’t want to take you seriously.

In the end, you were just another option for him that he could throw away anytime he wanted.

“You’re an asshole,” you spoke through gritted teeth.

He got up from your bed and looked at you momentarily. “Not my fault you deluded yourself into thinking we’re dating.”

“Fuck you!” you snapped. “You took my virginity and used me!”

He frowned unapologetically. “You’re the one who keeps throwing yourself at me like a whore!”

You gasped in utter shock with his words that stung your heart in the most painful way possible. “Get the fuck out of my sight,” you hissed, tears pricking at your eyes.

As soon as he realized how harsh his words were, he quickly shifted into an apologetic stance—his guilt started knocking into his conscience the moment he saw you cry.

“Baby, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it—”

“No, you fucking meant it!” you exclaimed, glaring at him intensely. “You can’t take back what you said. You meant every word!”

He closed his eyes in remorse and wiped the tears off your cheek. “I’m really sorry. I can’t—I gotta go right now. Let’s have this talk in another time,” he said as he took a step back.

“Just go,” you muttered, turning your face away and drowning from the ache on your chest.

You expected that he would stay, apologize, and kiss the pain away. You expected that he would insist that his words bore no meaning and that he actually did like you.

You only wanted to be an important person to him the same way he was to you.

But expectations could kill.

Because when you heard the door closing, you knew he chose to leave you with a broken heart instead of fixing every piece of it.

You spent that Saturday morning weeping it all out after Iwaizumi had left you alone. You felt pathetic at the fact that you were crying over someone who didn’t even give a single shit about you.

Truly, how ridiculous was it that you let him step on your pride like that?

You should have already known that this was going to happen because if you weren’t so blinded with your feelings for him, you’d have realized that he never, not once, treated you right.

In his eyes, you were just a whore.

He simply saw you as another girl he could play around with whenever his body called for it. He probably thought of you as an easy girl, and whether you liked it or not, he could never take you seriously because you were a fool for falling into his trap.

Now it made complete sense—how he stopped chasing you when he knew you’d easily give it to him, how he would retreat into his safe space when he felt that you were getting attached, and how he never publicly acknowledged you as ‘his girl’.

You knew all of it. You just turned a blind eye on it because you thought you could be wrong. You agreed to be in this friends with benefits situation without realizing the repercussions.

When he said he’d talk to you about it at another time, that was another big fat lie.

Nearly a week has passed and he never even bothered to contact you. He didn’t even bother seeing you or meeting with you in person.

You didn’t see him around campus either and you had no idea if he was busy with finals but goddamn, you deserved a fucking apology—a sincere one—for playing with your heart.

Why was he putting the blame on you at all?

No matter how gorgeous or hot he was, you could never look at him the same way and still be attracted to him knowing that he was capable of ruining a girl’s heart like he did to you.

Not one text.

Not one call.

Not one knock on the door to tell you he was sorry.

You grew tired and eventually decided to focus on your final exams that were coming up next week. However, you were incredibly pissed that he was still lingering in your head even when you tried to forget about him.

Erica has noticed this when she saw the look on your face when you two walked outside of the building.

“Everything okay?” she asked in slight worry.

You tightened your hold on the folder like you were going to crush it. “I’m fine.”

“You are not. Have you talked to Iwa?” She assessed your emotions, whether or not you were angry or sad. It was both.

“We have nothing to talk about,” you lied.

She gave you a look of pity and a comforting rub on the shoulder. “He’s just a fuckboy. You never should’ve fallen in love.”

“I know.” Pursing your lips together, you took a deep breath. “I mistook his actions.”

Speak of the devil, Iwaizumi came into view from a reasonable distance across the campus square.

He wasn’t alone.

He was holding a girl’s hand—smiling, kissing her on the cheek, and treating her with utmost respect.

So that was why he just fucking ghosted you.

At that moment, you preferred a real stab to the heart than to see him with your own eyes.

You watched him from afar as he acted so gentle and caring to the girl and it made you wonder why you never received that kind of treatment despite giving everything to him.

Despite offering all that you had to him.

What did you even do wrong for him to treat you this way?

“Who the hell is that?” Erica spat, sending the couple a dirty look. “Do you want me to confront him? Because I will—”

“It’s fine, Erica,” you cut her off before she could finish and gave her a reassuring smile. That was all that you could muster right now. “I never wanna talk to him again.”

“What’s up, chicas?”

The two of you shortly turned to the owner of the voice and saw Connor walking closer.

“Connor, come here!” Erica grabbed the blond boy’s arm and pulled him to point towards Iwaizumi. “Who’s that girl?”

Connor blinked in realization and looked at you hesitantly. He obviously knew something but didn’t want to hurt your feelings.

So you urged him to just spill it, “You can say it.”

“That’s Alisa, his new girl,” Connor confirmed while also sending you a sympathetic gaze. “They’ve been talking for a month now and they kinda just got together this week. He’s been pining for her long before that, though.”

You laughed. You sure as hell laughed at how ridiculous this was.

“What a jerk,” Erica commented. “Dude, seriously, he’s the biggest asshole I know.”

“You deserve better,” Connor told you. “I don’t wanna snitch on my bro but—”

You shook your head, trying to put on a brave front. Although inside, you were already a wreck. “No, I’m glad you said something. Did he say anything else about me?”

“Tell her everything, Connor,” Erica ordered, sending wary looks towards the tall guy.

He scratched the back of his head looking like he was deciding if he should tell you or not, but fuck it, you deserved to know, “All I know is he bragged about taking your virginity with the guys and, uh, said you were clingy, obsessive and that he’s only in it ‘cause you were an easy fuck.”

You froze from where you stood, unable to process what he just said.

Only one thing was on your mind.

One thing, and that was to end this pathetic infatuation you had for him and completely cut him off from your life. You learned your lesson the hard way and you should know that you were worth more than being his plaything.

The problem was, no matter how hard you try to please him, he would never change. A fuckboy like him did not deserve any bit of your attention and someday soon, he’d realize what he lost. He might regret it, or he might not even feel the tiniest bit of guilt at all. For now, this was your cue to stay out of his cruel games and focus on what you deserve.

You hardly noticed that Iwaizumi was heading towards your way with a worried look on his face. He knew what Connor said to you and he knew that he broke your heart into pieces.

But you chose to leave and never look back even after he called for your name knowing that from now on, he was nobody to you.

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[saintobio]

pov: you’re broken and he’s fixing you.

↳ akaashi keiji/reader

(this is a spin-off to pov: he’s a player and you’re his favorite game. please click here if you haven’t read.)

description. when a strange encounter led your boyfriend to find out about your tainted past, he begins to develop a mistrust with you and starts questioning whether you’re still his ideal girl at all.

genre. angst, hurt/comfort, college au

cw. mentions of nudity and videotaping, profanity, slut-shaming (not from akaashi he’s gucci), usage of alcohol/intoxication, reference to drugs

notes. iwaizumi akaashi whores, i come bearing with another gift! this oneshot is set prior to the drabble, enjoyyy!

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For the past two months, it was safe to say that Akaashi was in love.

As cheesy as it sounded, he never expected that the feeling of love at first sight was actually real and that you were the living proof of it. There was just something about you that made him feel warm. It wasn’t just because you were physically gorgeous—he also liked how expressive your eyes were or how your smile could brighten his day. He was addicted to the look on your face whenever you were happy and just about contented.

He remembered the day he met you and how he asked you for directions, not knowing that you were crying at 6AM while walking around the campus. He thought you were adorable with just the way you had a pout on your lips when you first looked at him, but he also felt bad that you seemed so broken.

It wasn’t like you discussed your whole history with him—you just told him that the reason you were pathetically crying that day was because someone broke your heart and that you’ve decided to finally let that person go. You didn’t really go into detail about what happened nor did you tell him about the person behind your tears. You simply wanted to ‘move on and forget the guy’ were the words Keiji remembered you said.

So when he gave you an offer for a friendly coffee date, he was glad that you did agree to him. And he was even more glad that, what was once a casual date, now turned into something more tangible. A relationship, if you call it.

Akaashi helped you get through your pain until the love you’ve had for the past guy had now shifted to him. It was sweet, he realized, to have you by his side when he pulled all-nighters at the cafe procrastinating his weekly papers. In return, he would visit you at your dorm with your favorite snacks when you were too busy to meet with him for a date. It was simple give-and-take, but something he sincerely valued. Akaashi didn’t have a lot of experience when it came to dating and he certainly was still testing the waters with you. However, despite that, he was his happiest when he was with you.

You craved for love and affection and Keiji was willing to give you all and more.

He was happy to do simple things like calling you at night when he didn’t get to see you during the day or bringing you breakfast before your morning classes and walk with you to your class.

Today, it was him that had an early morning class and he was already rushing into it.

“Slow down, Keiji,” you told him, squeezing his hand.

He drew in a long breath as you two passed through a group of college students who all seemed to be rushing to their own classes, too. The whole campus just seemed busier than usual.

“Professor Daley’s pretty strict,” he explained, eyes searching through the rows of identical doors to find the lecture hall. Well, other than the strict professor himself, Akaashi also cared about his studies and he didn’t want to miss the important parts of today’s lecture or else he’d have a lot to catch up on again.

You cocked your head at him in curiosity. “What, is he like gonna give you guys shotgun recitations or something?”

“Not really, he’ll just embarrass you in front of the class,” he answered with a grin, stopping outside of the auditorium for his History class. “Hey, I gotta go. See you later?”

“Okay.” You offered a smile before sweetly kissing his cheek. “Catch you later.”

The lecture hall was almost full when he came inside so he had no other choice but to sit at the back along with the other students who barely gave a damn about going to class at all.

Keiji usually didn’t mind them, but the reason why he didn’t like sitting at the far back was because it was always the spot for hungover dudes who obviously went to parties the night prior or the slackers who liked to just borrow some notes and call it a day.

He ended up sitting next to an Asian guy who had a blond undercut and a white guy with bronze hair—both of which were sitting comfortably with one leg propped on the chair in front of them. Akaashi assumed they were jocks, but they could also probably be frat boys.

“Man, I’m never gonna drink Hennessy again,” he heard the blond guy whine to his friend. “I feel like throwing up.”

Yup. Frat boys.

Keiji decided to focus on Professor Daley’s lecture as he took out his iPad, searching through the notes that he wrote from last time. From what he remembered, the last lecture was about Asian-American Assimilation.

“Iwa’s fucking wasted last night,” the brown-haired guy brought up, followed by a cackle from the blond.

“Dude lost his mind. I told him I can just get him a new bitch, but he told me to fuck off. He still wants her so bad, man.”

The two guys shared loud sniggers much to Keiji’s annoyance.

He sent them a look of warning, only to let them know that someone was actually bothered by their unnecessarily loud chattering, but the blond guy strangely recognized him.

“Yo...” The blond guy’s eyes widened as he nudged his friend who gestured towards Akaashi. “You’re the guy that’s dating Y/N, right?”

Firstly, how did he know? And who the hell was this guy, anyway?

“Yeah,” Keiji answered curtly, uninterested with the conversation. “And you are?”

There was a huge grin on the blond guy’s face—it was the kind of grin that particularly looked like he was impressed. “Nice to meet you, bro. The name’s Yuuji Terushima,” the guy greeted, offering a hand out for a fistbump. “And this is my friend, Cole.”

All Akaashi gave them was a brief nod of acknowledgment because it was clearly not the best time to make new friends, however the Yuuji guy was so damn persistent in talking to him throughout the class.

“So, how long have you two been together?” Yuuji asked, seemingly entertained for some reason.

Technically, almost 2 months but jesus, why was this guy so interested with his girlfriend?

“That’s none of your business,” he dryly responded with a nonchalant face.

The Yuuji guy was quick to snort along with the other guy beside him named Cole. They looked like absolute tools and Keiji didn’t want to entertain them further.

“Chill,” Yuuji eased, raising his arms in surrender. “I’m just surprised that you’re dating her despite... you know.”

Despite what?

Akaashi looked at them in confusion. It was obvious that those two guys knew something he didn’t and his mind was telling him to know what it was but his heart was telling him he shouldn’t bother.

The most annoying thing was how these two guys were entertained for a reason he was yet to know about. What was so funny about dating you?

So for now, he let his mind win. “What do you mean?”

With his obliviousness, Yuuji and Cole looked genuinely shocked and amused at the same time. It was starting to piss Keiji off because he was looking like such a fool for not having any clue.

“Dude.” Yuuji leaned forward in intrigue before he spoke in a hushed voice, “She’s like one of the biggest sluts in the campus.”

His first reaction was to ball his hands into a fist, all while grabbing the guy’s collar for referring to you in such a way, but Yuuji was defensive about it.

“No, I’m not messing with you. Dude, see this,” he convinced as if he was the most innocent man in this planet. “Just wait a minute...”

Yuuji took out his phone and went through whatever the hell he was going through. Akaashi was surely about to punch the jackass if only they weren’t in class.

“Here, look.” Yuuji extended his arm and held his phone up, revealing a naked picture of you that you took in front of a mirror. The guy swiped his phone to show more of your nudes from different shots and angles, and there was even a quick video of you doing it with another guy.

What the actual fuck.

“These aren’t mine, by the way,” Yuuji clarified as if that helped at all, “But like, almost all sane guys in the frat house have a copy of these. We’ve all seen your girl, bro.”

Akaashi didn’t know how to react.

He simply stiffened while his chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. He couldn’t believe what he just saw and he had no idea what to feel from it. It was so fucked up how his girlfriend and her body were all over other guys’ phones for their own pleasure. He couldn’t hide the anger that was building inside of him, but he was also disgusted at how he never knew all of this prior to dating you.

Keiji hasn’t even touched you, even a little bit, because he respected you and he believed that you weren’t the type of girl who slept around. He wasn’t the type of guy, either. Heck, he’d only been to a party once and it wasn’t really his scene.

And yet you...

You actually hid this from him. He could understand that you’d feel ashamed, but god fucking dammit, these guys were feasting on your body and calling you names—how could you still walk around without shame?

He was speechless.

“That’s fine, dude.” Yuuji gave him a pat on the back like he needed his consolation. “You know what you should do? You should fuck her like the whore she is and then dip.”

He huffed a breath filled with rage. “I think it’s fucked up that you’re spreading her nudes like a total dick.”

“Dude, not my fault your so-called girlfriend’s a whore,” Yuuji retorted which ultimately led Keiji to grab him by the shirt in fury.

“Mr. Terushima and Mr. Akaashi, what is going on back there?”

He didn’t really want to look away as he sent this blond guy a death stare because, frankly, at the rate of Keiji’s anger, Yuuji would get his face absolutely ruined if he tried to speak ill about you again.

He was going feral.

He couldn’t stomach the thought of his girlfriend, a girl he liked with all his heart, being labeled as the campus slut.

Suddenly, his whole outlook towards you had exponentially changed and he could no longer see you the same way again.

“What time is it?” you inquired to a very hungover Erica who had her head rested on the table while you two spent the past hour at the cafe.

She briefly checked her phone and answered, “It’s half past four in the afternoon, why?”

Nothing important. You were just wondering why Keiji hasn’t contacted you all day. Weird, because he only had two classes today and they were both during the morning. Usually at this time, he would have already been free.

You decided to slip in another text because you already missed him. He was probably really busy right now.

You: Hi, love. I’m here at the cafe with Erica while waiting for you. See me when you’re free :)

“Ugh,” Erica groaned, rubbing her temples. “My head hurts.”

You looked up from your phone after waiting for your boyfriend’s reply but there wasn’t any.

“How was the party last night?” you inquired in an effort to make some conversation.

Erica then propped her elbows on the table and lifted her head up. She just looked extremely hungover and you could easily tell with her smudged mascara. “It was alright,” she answered. “Not as fun without you, though.”

You hadn’t really been to parties as of late and it was the effect of being in a healthy relationship with your boyfriend. It was almost unreal how you managed to find a guy that respected and treated you like a real woman. Although your heart hasn’t fully healed, you were very grateful for Keiji’s efforts of sticking with you through thick and thin, completely putting every piece of you back together.

He was definitely someone worth pursuing, not jerks like Iwaizumi who did nothing but to play with your feelings.

Speaking of, you haven’t seen that guy around because you were purposely avoiding him. You knew which times he would be out and about in the campus so you often stayed at the dorms during those times.

Still, you were curious at how he was doing recently and it wasn’t wrong to ask, right?

“Was Hajime in there?” You cleared your throat, pretending to sound casual.

Erica could see through you though, which was why she sneered. “He’s crazy. I never see him drink that much alcohol.”

You silently wished he had alcohol poisoning but you chose to be the better person. “Sucks to be him.”

“True,” she agreed without hesitation. “Also, don’t you see it? I think Keiji kinda looks like Iwa. Just take off his glasses and turn him into a fuckboy.”

You scrunched your nose. “No, thank you. My Keiji is fine as is.”

As if on cue, you received a text message from the said guy.

Keiji: Can’t come

His reply was short and direct, not his usual sweet long ones. Akaashi was never a dry texter so this was a little odd to see.

You: Are you okay, my love? Do you want me to visit you?

You really hoped he was okay because you were starting to worry.

Keiji: Don’t bother. I’ll just see you tomorrow.

“What’s with the face?” Erica asked after noticing your downcast eyes.

You let out a sigh. “He looks busy right now. I don’t know, I’m worried.”

She watched your expression for a moment before speaking again, “Leave him be. He’s probably got tons of papers to write.”

“I guess he is...”

You didn’t get to see your boyfriend yesterday and even today, just like he said. You texted him this morning if he wanted to go eat lunch together but his only response was “I’m good.”

You could feel that something was wrong and you definitely had to confront him about it.

The coldness in his responses reminded you of the way Iwaizumi treated you before and it was leaving you hurt and paranoid. You didn’t know what you did wrong but you couldn’t just let Akaashi ignore you all day.

You were scared that you’ve given him a reason to walk away from you.

Despite the cold weather, you decided to wait outside the residence hall he was staying at in hopes of talking to him in person. You insisted to him that you weren’t going to leave until he sees you and that it didn’t matter how long you were going to wait if he was claiming to be ‘busy’. He obviously wasn’t, because no matter how busy he was, Keiji Akaashi always made time for you.

That was one of the many things you loved about him. He told you before that every second you spent with him was always valuable and important, which was why he was placing a lot of effort everytime you two spend time together.

“It’s nine in the evening,” you heard his voice as you looked up to see him approaching you with a frown. “Just go back to your dorm. We can talk tomorrow.”

You waited for 2 hours outside, just to see him, and this was what you get.

What was worse was how didn’t return any eye-contact with you.

“Keiji, what’s going on?” you spoke quietly, hurt evident from your tone. “Did I do something wrong?”

He simply lifted his shoulder in a half shrug, never looking at your eyes from behind his glasses. “No, I’m just busy.”

‘Busy’ always seemed to be a guy’s favorite excuse and you hated it. You hated how they think they could easily shrug off anything by saying they were busy even when they weren’t.

“There’s something wrong,” you insisted, holding onto his arm as an attempt to get him to look at you. “Tell me.”

He contemplated it when he finally did look at you, but the way he gazed at your face made it seem like he was almost disgusted. For what reason?

If you were being true to yourself, you knew that there was only one reason, however you refused to consider that it was exactly what you had in mind.

And yet, he did confirm your thoughts when he claimed, “I know what happened before and how you’re...”

You watched him trail off his words, unable to continue because it was visible to the naked eye that he was about to say something hurtful.

“What?” you egged on, feeling a growing ache in your chest. “What am I, Keiji?”

You knew where this conversation was going and you despised every minute that went into it.

His eyes momentarily found yours. “You know what you are.”

The way those words slipped off his mouth made you want to laugh and cry the pain off your heart. It didn’t help that your eyes already pooled of tears and you were trying your hardest not to succumb to your weak feelings.

“Tell me exactly what I am,” you commanded with a broken voice.

Keiji blew out his cheeks and looked at you blankly. “You know it’s fine to sleep around and all, but I just didn’t think you were that type of girl.”

In short, he wanted to call you a whore. He wanted to label you as one, albeit indirectly.

You had no idea how he found out and how much he knew but you were sure that he’d heard enough to make him act reluctant towards you.

You didn’t even have to hide how you were tremendously hurt at the fact that he chose to see you differently instead of clearing it up with you,

“I only slept with one guy.” Tears fell from your eyes. “One guy, Keiji. I did it because I loved him and he took me for granted. He made a complete fool out of me.”

He avoided your gaze in silence as he listened and he was clearly reconsidering his outlook towards you, but he just seemed so detached.

It hurt. It fucking hurt.

“Do you know how painful it is?” you asked, continuing your monologue while you were wrecking inside. “Every time I gave myself to him, it was all just a bet with his friends. Do you know how hurtful it is how I’m being played around like I didn’t have any feelings? I only ever gave myself to that one guy, but he made the whole world think that I’m nothing but a slut. That’s what you wanted to say, right? That I’m a slut and you’re embarrassed to be with me?”

With a slight shake of his head, he remained quiet while standing in a safe distance between you and him.

“Keiji.” You wept, wiping your eyes as you poured your heart out to him. “For the first time in my life, I felt that someone genuinely cared about me as a person and I can’t ever be thankful enough that I met you. You saved me from misery when I thought I was completely irredeemable for having the wrong choices in life. I thought I never would’ve known what being in relationship feels like and, fuck... I know it’s too early to say, but I love you, and I do mean it. My past isn’t something I can change and I most definitely can’t change how people see me, but you, all I care about is you. I don’t want us to change.”

Those words came straight from your heart and it was painful that you had to tell it to him at this specific instance. You were at a completely vulnerable state in front of him and you were hoping that he could at least look at you to see how sincere you were.

But he still refused to see your eyes and give you the comfort you wanted.

“I-I don’t know,” he hesitated. “I’m sorry. I need some space to think about all of this.”

“Don’t do this, please,” you begged, tightening your grip on his arm but he shrugged your hands off him and looked at you apologetically.

Each step back he took was piercing you straight to your soul. “I’m sorry. Let’s talk some time soon.”

And with that, he left you alone with a sore heart and a broken pride, once again reminding you that no guy in this world could ever learn to love you the way you want them to.

Being rejected by Akaashi hurt a hundred times worse than Iwaizumi because with Iwa, you could blame it on his fuckboy personality and say that you deserve better. But with Keiji, someone who was naturally kind and loving, you felt like you lost something so precious.

You spent the past few days crying in your room, refusing to take care of yourself, or attend some of your classes because you just felt broken yet again. Your roommate even became worried about you at one point and offered if she could do anything to help you out.

Her offer was very much appreciated, but there was nothing you could really do unless you travel through time and rewrite your past. It was crazy to think how your actions could greatly affect your future.

You absolutely detested the fact that Hajime could walk around the campus unharmed while you were being viewed as his resident whore for simply giving yourself to him.

Life was unfair, truly.

Now you lost the chance of being with the most perfect guy you’ve ever met, all because you were wronged by this other guy in the past.

“Cheer up.” Erica rubbed your back, walking with you to your next class. “How long has it been since you and Keiji last talked?”

“‘Bout a week,” you whispered with lethargic emotions. “Is this considered a break up? Because I’m gonna lose my mind if it is—”

“I don’t think it is,” she quickly reassured. “Look, maybe he just really needs some time. I mean, he probably was really surprised.”

Who wouldn’t be? Imagine your girlfriend being talked about everywhere you go and they weren’t exactly rumors that sounded pleasing to the ears.

However, you were allowed to miss him, too. You missed him so much that you couldn’t think straight because all you had in mind was the thought of him.

Erica gave you a look of sympathy. “I’m sure he’ll talk to you soon.”

“Hey, hey. Look who’s here.”

You looked up to see Yuuji, Zach, and Cole (aka Iwaizumi’s bastard friends) circling around you and Erica in front of the Arts building. The smiles on their faces made them appear like total douches and you wanted to sucker-punch each of them in their stupid faces.

“Lay off, ugly,” Erica seethed towards Yuuji.

The blond guy, however, was focused on you. “Hey, Iwa wants you back.”

Zach snorted followed by a snide remark from Cole. “Just let him fuck you already. He’s outta his mind.”

You stood in fury as you looked at the three, but it was Erica who decided to defend you.

“Leave her alone, assholes.” Pushing each of them by the chest while they remained unfazed and even more entertained. “She has a boyfriend.”

Strangely, Yuuji let out a cackle after hearing it. “Oh, right. Akaashi, was it? I think he enjoyed seeing your sex tape,” the guy scornfully mocked.

You stood paralyzed with your heart in your mouth.

Was this the reason why Keiji no longer wanted to do anything with you?

You thought he just heard rumors, not actual ‘evidences’ of you doing the act and now you understood why he was acting that way.

Before you knew it, you already threw a hard slap across Yuuji’s face, shaking in anger and frustration. The guy was shocked but he also found it cruelly entertaining. Him and his friends all found your life amusing because you were just a game to them.

“You guys have such loud mouths,” you snarled with your balled fists. “Your dicks aren’t even big enough to satisfy girls!”

You yelled it out of anger that the passerby who heard it seemed to have found it funny.

But you weren’t done yet, you had to say one more thing:

“Tell Iwa he can go fuck himself in hell.”

It was sickening and all the more frustrating how your reputation ruined your chances of being treated fairly.

You were seen as a promiscuous person—someone who would fuck anyone on her way and only cared about going to parties or getting banged by these fuckboys all day and night. You didn’t expect that it would turn out like this because when you first had your casual relationship with Iwaizumi, you two were very lowkey and only hooked up on the low.

Shit spread like wildfire and now everyone has seen you naked and it was probably why no one could ever respect you.

Only Keiji ever did, and now you lost him.

What was the point, really, to still act like you were going to have your desired relationship?

If your image was far tainted to be saved, might as well just stick by it and act exactly what they think of you.

Besides, with Akaashi giving up on you, you no longer believed that there was any other guy that could fix you the way he almost did.

Yes, you were back to square one. You were back to being the girl who spent her Friday nights in frat basements. You were back to the old you that could never be erased no matter how much you tried.

You didn’t even receive a single text or call from Akaashi despite reaching out to him and it gave you the sole realization that it was over. He already ghosted you.

Funny, you painfully laughed as you drank from your red cup while mindlessly dancing to the loud music. Your mind was in that party, but your heart wanted to stay with Keiji.

“You didn’t have to come here, you know.” Erica tried to snatch the red cup from your hand but you were quick to dodge her. “Come on, you’re drunk already.”

You smiled, even with pain in your eyes, at the feeling of being constantly hurt and mistreated.

“So, what...” you slurred, eyes following the dancing lights. You wondered if Keiji missed you at all.

“Y/N,” Erica pleaded, looking absolutely hopeless at trying to stop you from drinking. Since you were playing stubborn, she exhaled in exasperation and left. “I’ll be back, just stay here.”

You didn’t respond. You simply continued swaying your body freely as Right Thurr played on the background.

It was so quick, just as you expected, until you felt someone sneaking their arms around your waist.

However, it was the familiar wood sage and sea salt scent that caught you off guard.

“You’re back,” Iwaizumi breathed on your ear with his hands on your hips, clearly wasted. “I knew you’d always come back.”

You scoffed, turning around to push him away. “Fuck off.”

There was a stupid grin present on his face. “This is where you belong, baby,” he said, pulling you back to his chest. “This is your world.”

You swallowed the bile forming on your throat and refused to believe his words. This was no longer the world you wanted. You wanted to be in Keiji’s arms. You wanted to spend the night sitting next to him at a cafe while he pulled all-nighters to write his articles. You wanted to talk about things that you two liked, his favorite movies, his favorite artists, and everything else.

You wanted to be with him, not here, with the person that ruined your life.

“You’re mine,” Iwaizumi claimed as if he was reminding you of this very fact. “You’ll always be mine.”

“You make me sick,” you scowled at him. “I’m never going back to a bitch boy like you.”

Even from the faint light, you could see that Iwaizumi’s eyes were bloodshot and his pupils were dilated. He wasn’t just drunk, he was high.

Whether it was from weed or some other shit, he was certainly not going to remember this night when he wakes up the next morning.

“Why you playin’ hard to get?” he sneered, biting his lip in amusement. “You’re just gonna end up whoring yourself to me, anyway.”

His words stung and they sure crumpled your heart into pieces, even when he was under the influence of drugs, it was no excuse. Hard to believe that you were once in love with this guy, but now all you wanted to do was to spit on his face.

“Get off me, you fucking dick.” You pushed him off again before slapping his cheek harder than you did with Terushima. “You’re toxic as hell. I don’t ever wanna see your face!”

And before he could even reach for you again, your feet already carried you away from the basement.

You hastily walked away, squeezing through the sweaty bodies that littered the whole damn place, and ended up colliding against a lean figure.

“Keiji...”

He was looking at you with wide eyes that were full of worry and concern. “Hey, Erica called me and said you were drunk and I got worried—”

It was possibly the alcohol along with your already broken heart that made you tear up at the sight of this man in front of you.

You thought you’d already seen the last of him and that he no longer wanted to do anything with you but here he was, worried sick about you. The fact that he came after you in the middle of the night just to make sure you were okay absolutely crushed your feeble heart.

“Keiji,” you sobbed into his chest, hugging him tight and never letting go.

His breathing was deep but steady. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hurt you, I wasn’t thinking straight.” When he pulled away, he cupped your face and wiped your tears. “Let’s get you home for now?”

You were still weeping when you came to your dorm that night, not because of the pain, but because you were overwhelmingly happy that Akaashi went back to you.

It was a bit embarrassing for him to see you like this—drunk, brokenhearted, and dressed like a ‘hooker’ as Iwaizumi described it. However, unlike before, Akaashi didn’t seem to be bothered anymore. In fact, he was doing all efforts to take care of your drunken self instead of judging you for it.

“Arms up,” he softly ordered, pulling the tight dress off your body leaving you in your underwear on. Even with the amount of skin he could see from you, he respected you enough not to touch you in places and take advantage while you were drunk. “Wear this.”

He slipped an oversized hoodie over your head that you realized belonged to him. It was cozy to wear and you felt comfortable laying in your bed despite your dizziness from the alcohol. Keiji later sat beside you and rubbed your back to soothe you.

“Feel better?” he asked, moving a hand to caress your cheek.

You nodded, feeling another rush of tears. Yes, you were a fucking crybaby because he was so sweet and you never experienced this from anyone before.

Usually, your Friday nights would end up in bed doing fuck-knows-what with Iwaizumi. The guy barely cared about you other than to fulfill his needs.

But right now, with your caring boyfriend by your side, you realized that this was possible. That your nights could end up being absolutely wholesome even when only the two of you were at your dorm and no one else could interrupt.

This was because Keiji was a real man, not a fuckboy.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized again, holding your hand in his. “I was a jerk to you and I’ll never forgive myself for it. It just got into my head how those guys spoke about you and I let my anger and pride win me over instead of talking things with you. I was stupid, but then I realized it wasn’t your fault,” he paused, meeting your shiny eyes. “You simply fell in love for that guy who didn’t respect you enough but I.... I’m here now. I’ll care for you and treat you like you deserve.”

You rubbed your damp eyes against the back of your hand. “I-I thought you hated me.”

“Never,” he immediately corrected. “I’d never hate on you. I don’t care what the others think—they can all say what they wanna say, but they can’t change my mind because I care about you. I want you happy, I want you smiling—all this because I love you and I can never give up on you over trivial things. You’re worth more than that.”

Your chest tightened, but only because it felt full. This man right here, came to you at your lowest point in life, and he was trying his best to fix you.

“Listen,” he lifted your chin up so you could look at his honest eyes. “From now on, I don’t care about your past or who you’ve been with or what you’ve done. I’ll only care about who you are when you’re with me. Just us. I’ll defend you from anyone and I’ll always see the best in you no matter what the others say. They don’t know you as much as I do. This is something I can promise you as your boyfriend.”

You scooted closer to hug him tight, grateful for the love he was giving you and for the happiness he brought you. They said it was rare to find your true love in college where almost everyone were just casually looking around for hookups.

Well, it was rare indeed, but you were part of the minority who hit jackpot when it came to finding the right guy would treat you the way you deserved.

“I love you, Keiji.” You pulled away and pressed your forehead against his.

“I love you,” he replied before placing his warm lips above yours.

You’ve had prior experiences, probably way more than he did, but this kiss was truly something else. It was your first kiss as a couple and it was sweet, gentle, and full of love.

A few months ago, you would have never thought that Keiji Akaashi would be the remedy to your broken heart, but now you were lucky to be sharing this intimate moment with him.

Your life was no longer just a game, but a book that he’d write on with fond memories and joyful experiences, because it was what you deserved and what he wanted to give.

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Clockwork (1)

Summary: It was just like any other Sunday, you were on your way out to meet your two best friends for coffee. It’s been a tradition ever since you all began high school. Now you’re all graduated and your two best friends have officially become pro hero’s. You on the other hand, just lived a regular life as you were quirkless, or so you had thought.

Genre: Angst with a little fluff. It’s not much but things will progress as this fic goes on

Cw: Cursing, talks of depression

Notes: Hi guys, thanks for reading, this is the first fic i have written and the first time in a long time since i have written anything. I have plans for this fic and it will evolve so i hope you stat tuned. 

The warm sunlight peeking through your window slowly awoke you from your slumber. You had spent all night tossing and turning. Once you had finally fallen asleep, the sweet bliss was snatched away from you. As a child you remember having recurring nightmares, and now those nightmares were starting to resurface. You weren’t sure as of why they were coming back, since it has been many years since you’ve experienced any form of dreaming. 

Not being able to fall back to sleep, you slowly took your time and finally managed to get out of bed. You reached for an oversized hoodie, one you had stolen from your childhood best friend years ago. It gave you comfort. You remember how when you first got it, it smelled like smoke and sweat. It was all he had on him, but you were cold, so he did what he could do. You never gave it back.

 As you got up you made your way to the restroom fuzzily trying to remember your dreams last night. You couldn’t quite shake the feeling of the agonizing pit in your stomach. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but your nightmare had felt so realistic. It gave you a sense of déjà vu, like you have been here many times before. It felt familiar and warm, but it also made you sick to your stomach. 

You decided to hop in the shower, trying your hardest to push down these feelings. You set the water to an almost boiling temperature thinking it would help. As you stood in the shower crying you suddenly remembered, it was Sunday. Suddenly you felt that ache slowly go away, and you felt a little more at ease. Every Sunday you had a tradition of meeting your two best friends whom you have known the entirety of your life. While you may have known each other longer than you can actually remember, you didn’t actually decide to start this tradition until you started high school.

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You, Izuku, and Bakugo were completely inseparable up until you all started high school. Both Bakugo and Izuku had gotten into UA, the best school to become a pro-hero. However, you just went to a plain old high school, as you never inherited a quirk of your own. As children you and Izuku had a closer relationship than the one between you and Bakugo. Two best friends basically conjoined at the hip. Izuku was also quirk-less at the time. You all thought he would never get one and that’s how you stayed so close. Two quirk-less best friends. 

Bakugo got his explosion quirk young and spent more time with kids who had quirks. Izuku was always hell bent on becoming a hero even without a quirk of his own. The day Izuku received his quirk you and Bakugo were in complete and udder shock. You weren’t surprised though, you had a gut wrenching feeling that a quirk would arise in him someday. The boys were concerned about you making sure you were okay as you still didn’t have a quirk. You were very content with not having one, and it never really crossed your mind on what you would do if you had ever gotten one. 

You never considered yourself a bad person, but you didn’t considerer yourself a good one either. Saving people in a heroic way seemed distasteful to you. The only downside of not having a quirk of your own meant not being able to see your beloved best friends as much as you would have liked. Hero training and regular study courses at UA made things very chaotic and hectic for the boys. There was little time for you, and you slowly began to fade from their life’s. During this time period, you had struggled with some major personal issues and not being able to see your friends and have someone to vent to made you spiral into an overwhelming depression.

  It had been months since you’ve seen the boys, Bakugo was home for fall vacation and Izuku was out somewhere doing something you weren’t too sure of at the time. Bakugo had called you up and it was so nice to hear his voice. It was low and stoic instead of chaotic how it usually was. When you picked up he could immediately tell something was bothering you and asked if you were free to hangout. 

You met Bakugo at a café in town that was in the middle of UA and your academy. It was a Sunday morning, there was a crisp breeze and leaving of different colors falling around you. The walk was somber your mind kept wandering not being able to control your feelings or thoughts. You kept picking at your scarf as you were over thinking. As you got closer to the café the smell of freshly roasted coffee beans and sweet pastries calmed you down.

 Once you entered the café you immediately saw Bakugo. He looked nervous for some reason, but his expression changed immediately once his eyes met yours. “What’s with that face Kacchan?” you smirked with a flirty tone. ‘Well good morning to you too dumbass. If you must know, I’m just happy to see you.” Bakugo was only sweet when it came to you, he would never let anyone see him like this. Not even Izuku. While you could tell his feeling were genuine you felt as if he was hiding something. “I didn’t order yet, I don’t exactly know what you like.” He mumbled in a soft tone. 

You ordered something new, something you saw one of your favorite American celebrity order in an movie you had to watch for a school project. “I’ll have an oat milk latte with vanilla and hazelnut please.”  Bakugo looked at you with a slightly confused face. “I’ll have that too I guess” he stated. You knew Bakugo too well and knew he wouldn’t like it. “Actually, just give him an Americano with vanilla and hazelnut” you smirked back at him “Trust me.” Bakugo was quite impressed with your drink choice even though he didn’t admit it, you could see the smile after his first sip.

  You spent the next couple hours catching up, as you realized the time you informed him how you needing to get going. Even though it was fall break you had multiple assignments to catch up on as you were basically failing every single one of your classes. You tended to procrastinate as it was Sunday you had to finish it all by tonight. Bakugo was very displeased in hearing this as he is a top student and knew how much potential you really had.

 Upon hearing about what has been going on in your life and how you aren’t doing well in school he decided then and there that every Sunday he would make time for you. He would meet you in this café and he would check on your studies, and even help tutor you. He felt so guilty for not having spent time with you. As he was telling you his plan for the next coming Sunday his little surprised came and plopped down right beside you. “DEKU” you just about cried seeing your two favorite boys together again. Kacchan went ahead and told him his plan and Deku insisted he come along every Sunday as well. Three best friends back together again, and that’s how your Sunday traditions began.

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After a long-deserved shower, you made your way to your closet, while you knew it was Sunday and the plans to meet with friends was already set in motion, you couldn’t be bothered to put on anything to fancy. Your body still ached from the night before. The fumbling in bed and the jerk of your body as you came pummeling down from your nightmares really put a strain on your body and mind.

 A simple pair of leggings and Kacchan’s oversized hoodie seemed to be just fine. Making your way through your apartment, the coldness of the floor made you shiver. As you went back into the restroom to finish getting ready, the image in the mirror startled you. It’s been years since you’ve felt like this. The nightmares bringing up repressed memories and feelings you’ve buried long ago. 

The bags under your eyes seem darker than normal and it doesn’t seem like a cup of coffee can help you fix this one. You looked back at your reflection, disappointed in what was looking back and sighed “I swear we’ve been here before, and you can’t go back to feeling like this. Pull yourself together. If not for yourself do it for Bakugo, you know he wouldn’t want to see you like this.” With a little self-deprecation and your pep talk you managed to get ready for the day.

 You’re usually known to wear bold eye looks but today you went with something a little softer. A muted brown Smokey eye with a sharp wing liner. As you made your way to your front door, you put on your favorite pair of combat boots. You wore them everywhere, they were in tatters and barley hanging on by a thread, but you loved them more than anything. Upon leaving you felt a slight breeze graze your face.

*Bzzzz bzzzz* You grab your phone from your pocket and answer “Hello?” you mustered up the nerve to get it out as you were not in the mood to be speaking to anyone right at this moment. Once you heard it was Bakugo you felt more reassured. ‘Hey dumbass, where are you?” You didn’t realize the time and how late you had been running all along. “Oh my god Kacchan I am so sorry, I totally forgot about our plans today” a slight hint of sarcasm rolled of your tongue.  ‘YOU WHAT” it sounded far more disappointing then angry.” Nah I’m just fucking with you dummy, turn around” There he stood, his sadden eyes igniting at your sight. 

This man had the purest crimson red eyes, they matched the fire within in soul.  He was beautiful but in the way forest fires were beautiful. He may be destructive, but he did it in the most alluring way. Bakugo made his way towards you wrapping his arms around your waist, you were never one for personal touch even hugs with people you considered your friends was hard for you. With him you felt comfortable, safe even. There was always an unspoken bond between the two of you, after a certain night back in high school but Bakugo would never make the first move and neither would you. 

You’ve never held on to him so long in your life. He never once complained though, he just held you until you decided to let go. As the hug came to an end he could sense the tenseness in your body. Your eyes didn’t have the same sheen to them as they usually do. Even though you were wearing makeup he could see the puffiness that still remained. A thumb landed on the apple of your check and slowly rubbed circles into it.

 Bakugo let out a small sigh “Oi, I forgot to tell you, Deku won’t be meeting us here today, He’s on a mission and we don’t know when he will be back” A small flash of sadness overcame your face as you would have really enjoyed seeing Izuku, but you understood he had responsibilities as a pro hero. Suddenly your thoughts were interrupted as the barista shouted out your order. You hadn’t realized that Kacchan had already ordered. “Oat milk latte with vanilla and hazelnut and an americano with vanilla and hazelnut for Bakugo and (Y/N).” He was absolutely hooked on that flavor combo since you introduced it to him quite some time ago.

 The Barista knew you all by name as they have been working here just as long as you have been coming to this café. Upon receiving your drinks, you make your way to your favorite booth in the corner. It’s hidden away from everyone, it’s nicely lit, and you can see everything happening around you. You’ve always liked to be aware of your soundings in any situations.

 Bakugo stares at you intensely, you know exactly where this is going. You take in a deep breath and sigh as he continued to ask you if you were alright. At first, you’re very hesitant but with sweaty hands and a quivering lip you look up and speak. “They’re back Kacchan. My nightmares, they’re back.” The amount of shock of his face was agonizing to see, he still remembers how bad they used to get. 

Your nightmares would get to the point where you would call bakugo in the middle of the night screaming and crying because of how real the dreams felt.  On days he could, he would sneak out of UA and come to comfort you. He would stay by your side and hold until you calmed down and slowly drifted back to sleep. It was so utterly heartbreaking for him to see you, his best friend so broken and scared. Some days he wouldn’t be able to sneak out but even then he would facetime you until you fell asleep and would stay on until the sun rose. No one ever knew about this not even Izuku. 

As you and Bakugo grew closer you and Deku started to slowly drift apart. Izuku only really cared about becoming a hero and his new friends. He spent all of his time with them training and even doing all the stuff you used to do. It made you feel thrown aside and unappreciated. Just because you didn’t have a quirk didn’t mean you still couldn’t hang out with him anymore. For someone who went most of his life unnoticed and quirk less you though he would understand how you felt but he really didn’t. Bakugo on the other hand made some new friends and they’re all really great but thankfully he always made time for you.

  Bakugo looks up into your eyes glossed over as tears start to form in the corners, he lays his hands atop yours. (Y/N) are you okay, do you know what triggered them to comeback?” He was quiet, worried about the response you may give him. You stare into his eyes thinking of your response, you didn’t know what to tell him. These nightmares you had were the same as they used to be. He’s already heard what happens. Images and scenes of you and the people you love dying in the most gruesome way. So detailed oriented as if they were memories you had once lived. Recently it has been the same recurring dream but last night, there were minor inconsistencies. 

“They’re the same Kacchan, I keep seeing myself and everyone around me die, but the worst part is how real they feel.” As you explained your most current dream to him you could see him become teary eyed. This was a dream that has made you feel so uneasy. This was a dream you had consistently back when you were younger. It started with you walking down an unfamiliar street in an unfamiliar neighborhood. There was nothing unusual about it. You would always pass a thriving Onigiri shop, A couple dogs on a walk and even pass by the most beautiful flower shop. As you come to an intersection waiting to cross the road when you suddenly trip. You fly head first into oncoming traffic and the way your body id torn apart is appalling.

 While you only tell Bakugo the dream ends with you being hit, you don’t go into graphic detail not wanting to worry him more than you should. The strangest part is it always felt intentional, like someone was trailing you. You always felt eyes on you, and even though you never knew how to explain it you described them to be eyes that stared into your soul. You saw galaxies floating around in those eyes, just like clockworks. You always heard ticking in the back of your mind. Was it a count down? Why was this all you could now think about.

 As your mind came back to the realization you were talking to bakugo he let you know that he will always be there for you and in the end, things would be okay. He tried his hardest for you, but deep down you knew he would never understand. As the morning passes by your usually meeting is cut short as Bakugo was summoned to help out in crime that had gotten out of town downtown. You said your goodbyes and headed your separate ways.

As you headed home you decided to take a new route, a longer way home as you still wanted some time to yourself to reflect on everything happening. The walk was cold, but the sunlight made it bearable. The leaves were changing beautiful colors and were slowly falling. You took in the air around you as autumn was your favorite season of the year. Making your way farther into the neighborhood, you stopped as that heavy and unsettling feeling resurfaced. 

You tried to ignore it but as you made your way farther down the street you stop and stared to the building on coming up your right you notice the sign decomposing and falling apart. “Onigiri….” You were in shock, but the place looks like it’s been shut down for years, abandoned even. You continued on your way, but the unsettling feeling kept growing. You next find yourself in front of a flower shop. The flowers are all dead, and the store window was smashed to shreds. Maybe it was a quirk gone wrong. “This has to be a coincidence” you say to yourself trying to believe your own words.

 Suddenly you see it, someone walking two dogs passing you. You’re in a trance, panicking not understanding what’s happening and why you’re seeing everything you saw in your dreams. Without thinking you start running down the street. For a slight moment you glance back, to make sure no one was trailing you. As soon as you turned around you felt it, someone had pushed you right into oncoming traffic.

 As you look up while you fall you finally see her. A woman with galaxies in her eyes, was that apart of her quirk you wonder as you watch her disappear. As you’re falling you hear the ticking of clocks and see a bus heading for you. “This is it, this is how I die isn’t it?” You slowly begin to sob only wishing you had held on a little tighter to bakugo today. As you fall to the ground you’re stuck looking at the bus like a deer in headlights, when suddenly everything around you comes to a complete stop.

 As you’re heaving and trying to catch your breath you look around for a hero who may have been the cause for what’s happening. You’ve heard of hero’s who can slow objects and time around them for short periods of time but a hero who could stop time completely it was unheard of. There was no one in sight, how could that be you wondered to yourself. As you started getting up you heard the ticking of the clock speeding up, for some reason you knew this meant time would be returning to normal, you made your way back to the sidewalk. 

You stared at awe at the street where you just about died. You were quirk-less all your life, or so you thought.