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You just stepped into the shower when you heard the bathroom door open and watched in confusion as your husband carried a kitchen chair inside.
"Hi.", you said tentatively.
"Hi back."
"Uhm, babe, I love you, but… what are you doing?"
"You wanted me to catch you up on everything, so that's what I'm gonna do."
You had just returned from a business trip about 10 minutes ago and everything you wanted to do was have a nice hot shower, then snuggle up to your husband and enjoy the weekend by not moving an inch. But you figured, when you asked him to tell you about his day, he'd… wait until you were on the couch together.
"I-", your frown turned into an incredulous chuckle, "You know what? Okay. Hit me."
You turned on the water as he got comfortable, reaching into a bag of snacks he had brought - not without running appreciative eyes over the soft round body he had been deprived of for a whole week.
"As I was saying, there I was. In the produce aisle, trying to decide between cherry and heirloom tomatoes. I know we always get both but-"
sukuna who uses your hips to guide you through crowds.
sukuna who threatens to fight the lamppost you ran into.
sukuna who tells you no to getting a puppy but buys you the same one after seeing you cry.
sukuna who swears he’s not a softie but can’t say no to letting baby yuiji hangout with you on movie night.
sukuna who hated hanging out with his brother but once you showed up he started letting them into his life.
sukuna who walks the puppy at 3am even after telling you he wouldn’t help take care of it.
sukuna who buys you the ugliest necklace to make you mad, only to see you wearing it to dinner and showing it off to all your friends.
sukuna who despises holding your bags / purse but does it anyway because you yelled at him in front of everyone in the store.
sukuna who spanks you every time you walk past him.
sukuna who hates all your friends and tells you to ditch them and hangout with him instead.
sukuna who buys you yellow rose thinking you’d like that he put thought into it only to get smacked.
sukuna who constantly messages you until you answer jsut to ignore you.
sukuna who tells you that period cramps aren’t that bad and your being dramatic only to be smacked into tomorrow.
sukuna who sends you chocolate strawberries and flowers as an apology.
sukuna who asks you to hold his dick while he pee’s as if it was a normal thing to do.
sukuna who tells you to shut up when you cry about how much pain you’re in, only to make you popcorn and turn on your favorite movie.
+ tags & warnings; not proofread & v rushed </3 also like quiet a lot of swearing (mainly just the use of the word 'shit')
+ a/n; day 6/7!! one more day to go before i go take a LONGGGG nap (i wish :<) but yeah this isn't the best written but here u go bc im on my osamu shit atm <3
“So you’re seriously telling me, THE Miya Osamu has never kissed anyone?” You teased the now embarrassed dark harder boy. “Like THE Miya Osamu, like brother to like the schools biggest flirt Miya Atsumu? What’s next your brother hasn’t either? I always knew the Miya twins were FULL of surprises but this, THIS is new.”
“Ew, I don’t wanna know who my brother is kissing and shit.” He said defensively.
“Why?” You questioned.
“Whaddya mean why? Because it’s weird he is like my brother I don’t wanna know what girls he’s snogging and sh-”
“No, I mean like why haven’t ya kissed anyone ‘Samu?” You cut his ramble off, “like I’m sure there's plenty of girls willing to, you have just as many fangirls as Atsumu, just his are louder and more annoying. And apart from that there’s no denying you're an attractive man. I mean you take care of yourself as well.”
“I-I don’t know, Y/N. What I do know is I don’t wanna kiss some fangirl or some shit, I want it to be with someone I care about I guess.”
“Awww 'Samu, that's so cute.” You gushed at his response.
“Shut it, Y/N.”
As the conversation comes to halt the school bell rings, ending your first break of the day. “I’ll see ya later, ‘Samu. You smile walking down the hall to your class. You sit in your seat next to Osamu’s twin brother, Atsumu.
“Hey, Y/N-chan~” He says as you sit down.
“Hey ‘Tsumu? Ya know ‘Samu has never kissed anyone, like isn’t that just kinda bizarre. Like he’s funny, a good cook, handsome, good at sport ya know what more could a girl want? Like I know he’s seen women and shit but I dunno it’s just weird, I kinda feel bad.” You say towards Atsumu.
“If ya care so much Y/N, why don’t you just kiss him or something? I’m sure that’d shut him up. Ya both never shut up about each other, it’s kinda annoying.”
“He talks about me?!” You say with a pink stain spreading across your face.
“Did ya hear what Y/N-chan said earlier, did you see Y/N-chan today, I think I’m gonna bring Y/N-chan some food tomorrow, Y/N-chan this, Y/N- chan that and every time I tell him to shut his trap.” Atsumu sighed, placing his head in his hands, “and yer not any better Y/N.”
“I don’t talk about him that much.” You say crossing your arms, frowning at Atsumu. Atsumu just rolled his eyes in response. Not long after your teacher began teaching her lesson, you couldn’t stop thinking about the twins' words. “If ya care so much Y/N, why don’t you just kiss him” “to be with someone I care about I guess” “Ya both never shut up about each other”. There was certainly no denying your attraction to the silver haired twin. But in your years of knowing him, neither of you showed any romantic interest in each other. You had both seen a range of people, every breakup the same. Ending with one comforting the other, “they were such a dick anyway” or “I never really liked them to begin with.”
As the school day concluded, you decided to watch the volleyball teams practice. A common occurrence at this point.
“Oh hey, Y/N.” Suna said as he entered the gym, Osamu behind him. Osamu looked up to give you a smile, which you returned. No hey or hug like you were used to. There was something different about Osamu this time.
As you watched the boys practice, you would have some casual conversation with the team. Giggling and smiling, but never Osamu. It was always Osamu, but not since your conversation earlier.
Eventually Osamu was alone for the first time the whole practice, so you decided to confront him on his weird behaviour. “‘Samu?” You ask softly, his head poking up to look at you, “you’re acting weird, is everything okay?”
“Yeah I’m fine, Y/N. Just a little stressed, school and all that,” He mumbled softly before returning back to practise leaving you dumbfounded.
“You know that’s not the reason right, Y/N?” Suna said from behind you. Causing you to look behind you, giving him a look of curiosity. “Apparently Atsumu sent him a message earlier, I dunno what it was exactly about but it was something about you that’s for sure.” After Suna finished speaking he grabbed his water bottle and walked away.
You couldn’t focus on the last part of their practices, instead you were left wondering from Suna’s words. As practice concluded, you could hear the Miya’s bickering as you began leaving before Osamu called out to you, “Y/N-chan!” You stop in your tracks turning to face the twin jogging towards you, “can we talk for a second, please?”
“Oh sure.”
You and Osamu walked in silence, an awkward silence in drastic contrast to the usual comfortable silence before reaching a private area.
“I uhm- about earlier I’m sorry for like acting weird…” he said fiddling with his fingers, “it’s just ‘Tsumu sent me a stupid text and It’s just like bothering me and-”
“Osamu.” You cut him off, looking at him in the face, “can I kiss you? I know you said you wanted it to be someone you care about-”
Your words were cut off as Osamu placed his hand on your chin, pulling you closer before your lips collided. The world seemed to fade away as your lips met, a fusion of unspoken emotions and shared history. As you both pulled away, heat rising on both of your faces. Before Osamu let out a chuckle, “did ‘Tsumu get you too?”
“Mhm. Glad he did though.” You say wrapping your arms around, Osamu.
“Fucking finally. You owe me some puddin’.” Atsumu said towards Suna, who just rolled his eyes in response.
+ a/n; i wrote this at 2am last night as the idea came to me as i tried to sleep so keep that in mind </3
“Just go give him some flowers Y/N it doesn’t have to be in a romantic way, just a nice neighbourly worker gesture!” Your coworker, Emi suggested.
“I’m pretty sure Osamu-san would take it the wrong way, Emi…”
“But Osamu-san brings us onigiri all the time! So it’s not weird unless you make it weird, Y/N.”
You couldn’t deny your feelings towards Osamu have grown since you started working at the florist. It started with you going to get some lunch and wanting to try “Onigiri Miya” which was located across the road from your work. All your coworkers could only ever speak positively about Osamu’s onigiri. And after trying it you could not blame him. The onigiri was a masterpiece, it was a perfect triangular delight that fit perfectly in the palm of your hand. The outer layer was crafted from expertly seasoned sticky rice. The rice was perfect, not too dry nor too mushy. When the nori seaweed wrapping peeled back a symphony of flavours unfold. It felt as if Osamu had crafted a masterpiece with something as simple as Onigiri.
However, it wasn’t just the onigiri that stirred something within you; it was Osamu Miya himself. Osamu was fine. More than fine to be honest, he himself was like a Greek god. His physique from his volleyball days had slightly decreased since quitting and pursuing the store, but he was still in beautiful shape. The black Onigiri Miya shirt hugged his body just right. His hair was always slightly messy when he came over to the florists from the Onigiri Miya hat. Not only was he hot, he was funny. Everytime you would see him he would crack some jokes that never failed to put a smile on your face. Not only that despite his more dead-pan face, Osamu was great with his customers. He knew them like the back of his hands, he cared, was passionate and he was funny. God, the true triple threat.
“Plus if Osamu finds it cute, maybe your little crush will go further~.” Emi teased.
You gave her a nasty side-eye in return to her snarky comment. “Okay fine, I’ll bring some flowers to Osamu-san after my shift, if that will make you shut it.” Emi’s face lit up at the comment, “BUT. There is a catch. I get to tell Osamu-san it is a gift from the store for all the onigiri he gives us. Deal?”
“Fine, deal.”
“So… Emi… What flowers do I give Osamu-san?” You say awkwardly.
“Well I would recommend tulips - pink tulips in particular if you don’t want it to be romantic. They convey good wishes, yet non-romantic love and affection. Or maybe some daffodils! To celebrate new beginnings and goo-” Emi rambled.
“Y’know what Emi? I think I’ll just make a bouquet myself…” you mumble as you walk off.
You loved Emi but god she could get on your nerves.
You begin taking your time putting together a bouquet for Osamu. Nothing romantic, but also beautiful enough to put the wrong idea in Osamu’s head. It wasn’t supposed to be romantic, just a nice gesture. Despite your admiration for Osamu, you barely knew the guy. He could have a girlfriend or even worse a wife. And you were no home-wrecker. You had finally decided on a bouquet with pinks and whites, with pink carnations, white roses and baby's breath flowers. It was simple, effective and didn't give Osamu the wrong idea, perfect.
“Emi-chan I’m clocking out now~” You call out to your coworker.
“Don’t forget your bouquet, Y/N-san! I’m sure Osamu is going to fall head over heels for you and you two will have like the cutest romance story ever! And I Can say I planned it ALL and I better be a bridesmaid and-”
“Yup, okay Emi.” You say giving her a weak smile and a wave as you walk out.
You crossed the road and walked into Onigiri Miya, the bell jingling as the door opened. Osamu raised his head to greet the customer who entered.
“Welcome! Ho- Oh, it’s one of the flower shop girls. What can I do for ya?” He smiled.
“Oh Osamu-san! I have a gift for you from m- us over at the flower shop because your always so nice to us and bring us onigiri and stuff and we just wanted to say thank you and-”
He cuts you off from your awkward mess of a speech, “Thanks flower shop girl.” He said walking over to you, grabbing the flowers from your hand. “And don’t ya worry yer pretty little head about it, sweetheart.” He examined the bouquet in front of him, looking at the array of flowers. “It’s beautiful…?”
“L/N Y/N.”
“It’s beautiful, L/N-san. What flowers did ya use?” Osamu asks out of curiosity.
“Oh well I used white roses which you can obviously see, and some baby’s breath. The pink touch is some pink carnations, my personal favourite flower! They also express gratitude and stuff… so it’s cool I guess…”
“Well I am super grateful for the gift, L/N.” Osamu smiled.
“Oh uhm… You’re welcome! I have to get going now, Osamu-san!” You say waving as you speed walk to the door. Osamu just waves in confusion in response to your awkward actions.
“God Y/N, why are you so awkward?” You silently cuss yourself out as you walk away.
Days have passed since your very awkward flower delivery to Osamu. The interaction still haunts your mind like a bad dream, that’s what you wished it was. As you care for the flowers towards the back of the door, a familiar figure walks in. Osamu Miya. Just your luck, you gave him an awkward smile before continuing your work. Osamub slowly walks over to your coworker, Maki.
“How can I help you Miya-san?” Maki asks.
“Just wondering if you have any bouquets of pink carnations?” Osamu says, looking around the store, attempting to find some.
“Oh we just got some in before, they are a popular choice at the moment. Y/N sells them quite well, they are her favourite after all.” Maki smiles.
“Well Y/N has some good taste then, they are also a personal favourite of mine.”
“Really! I would not expect that from you Miya! You give off like jasmine vibes.” Maki laughs.
“I only recently found out what carnations are, a very pretty girl said they were her favourite and they just remind me of ‘er.”
A red blush swipes over your face at Osamu’s comment. Were you , the pretty girl? Surely not. Carnations are a common favourite flower and Osamu must know lots of pretty girls, I mean just take a look at him.
Osamu continues his chat with Maki, checking out for his bouquet of flowers. “Thanks so much Miya-san!”
However, Osamu doesn’t leave the store, his steps bring him towards you. He holds the bouquet out towards you, “here flower shop girl. Heard ya like ‘em.”
“Oh really?” You sarcastically respond.
“Yeah, a friend told me.” He jokes back, “a friend also told me I should ask you out on a date, pretty girl. So whatdya say?”
a/n: i just thought this would be cute, hawks getting all upset- I mean- Keigo. 🙄
“You know for someone who’s always out and about, you always seem to make time for me.” You softly smile upon hearing your front door open and then close.
“How’d you know it was me?” He asked, taking off his coat with a tussle.
You paused your tv show before turning around to look at him.
“Can smell the kfc on you from a mile away” you teased as he scoffed in offense. “Woah, I wear the best cologne.”
“You mean axe body spray?” You added, his lips escaping a laugh. “Not to much on me birdie.” His eyes followed yours as you got up from your spot on the couch to be in his embrace, a smile peering through his lips as he sweetly pecked you.
“Mmm..” you hummed in satisfaction. “How was work sweet boy?”
“The same as always.” He replied, holding you in his arms tiredly. You noticed how he tried to hold himself up. You knew how exhausted he was from working so often, and how bad he wanted to collapse into your arms. Still, he always kept that last bit of energy for you. It didn’t matter how much of it he had left, he’d always be strong for you.
“You need to get sleep baby.” You said, pushing the hair out of his face, “nah im fine, I wanna spend some time with you.”
“You can do that in the bedroom.” You added as a smirk grew on his face.
“Not in that way weirdo!” You gently punch his arm making him laugh. “Oh but I was hoping~”
“and I hope you go to bed, finally~” you cut him off.
He looked into your eyes for a moment before saying “your right love, guess I should start listening to you from now on.”
“Took you how long to realize that?” He hummed as he gently placed his head down to rest on you. “Not that long~”
You sighed out a slight smile, your hand playing with his hair.
“Hey.” You said, making him slightly come up. “Yeah?”
“I love you, hawks.”
His head popped up, a look of disgust on his face.
"Excuse me??" He said, pouting.
You can’t help but start laughing at him. He looks like you just insulted endeavor to his face.
“UHM who is this other man in your life??!!” He says dramatically.
“Ughh, I love you Keigo~”
“Mm..” he settles back down into your comfort, “much better.”
really fond of the fact that bakugou is really confident about himself as a hero and a man - he’s at his prime of 24-27 and his body is jacked, like he’s an adonis of a man and he’s objectively hot, all that jazz. bakugou doesn’t really think of his body in that regard: he works out but it’s for the job and he likes the general aesthetics of his body and thinks his scars are kinda cool. and they are!! very cool!! his friends think it makes him look scary (adds to his scary character which they like though :})but he likes the edgy look. a shrewd reporter once tried to insinuate that his scars were boorish and large and he shrugged them off with a snarl and the weight of his body. so yeah, he’s not insecure. not really.
it’s not until he’s interested in you does he start second guessing his physical appearance; the scar across his face looks larger, his hands suddenly feel more rough despite his quirk and he swears the blotchy cicatrix on his chest looks way worse than it did. you’ve even got him flexing in his bathroom mirror, ignoring the highlights of his muscles and fixating on what he’d now call ‘disfigurements.’
the crazy thing is, you don’t even care about any of the blemishes!! and not even getting into the fact that he’s practically blind to the way you salivate over him (that’s a whole other bridge to cross) but one day he unknowingly brings up how big the scar is across his nose, chastising it while you’re both talking by the photocopier, “if i knew the fuckin’ guy was gonna get me across the face, i woulda jumped out the damn way.”
you look at him slightly confused by his tone, eyes wide. “well, i like the scar. makes you look tough.”
“tough.” bakugou repeats, and you double down, nodding.
“nothing wrong with tough. girls - well i like tough. i mean, it’s not a bad thing! it’s kinda sexy on guys. also because you’re a pro hero. it tells a story, y’know?… it makes your face, you.”
bakugou nods slowly at that, touching his face again, your words resonating with him throughout the day. and the next. and the day after the next. and he thinks it’s so silly how worked up he gets over your off handed comment but what you think matters (much to his heart’s chagrin).
he’s so shy and so gruff at the same time. terrible romantic which is why he needs you to tell him how gorgeous he is: even though he appreciates his good looks and even though what people think shouldn’t matter but it’s different with you.
just imagining a shy, gruff twenty-something bakugou blushing at your not-so compliments is soooo incredibly heart wrenching. just imagining.
Lazy mornings with the jjk me. Slight nsfw. Fem!reader. There's some fluff in there.
A/N: Not proofread, brain rot bright and early in the morning, enjoy ♡
Gojo
You can wake up in one of the two positions. Gojo lying on his back as you cling to him like a baby koala. Your leg thrown over his. Or, you're facing away, his long limbs wrapped around your frame. His face buried in your hair as his hand is tucked underneath your shirt. A handful of your breast. He'd kiss your neck, mumbling, "Morning baby," he'd give a playful squeeze to your tit. Of course this would lead to you being turned on, pushing back against him. "Oh? I see baby, you're just as needy as I am in the morning."
Getou
I see you waking up on his chest more often than not. His hair fanned out on the pillows as you cling to his sides. Your hands combing through the long strands as you press kisses to his chest. And his hand would be on your back, rubbing and occasionally drifting low to your ass. Giving it a playful swat every now and then, only smirking when you question his motives. "I can't touch my baby? Since when? It's all innocent." It in fact, was not innocent, you found when he soon becomes buried between your thighs.
Nanami
Most of the time you wake up and he's already in his office. It bothered you at first but you understood he was a busy man. So instead of complaining, you'd grab a smaller blanket and sleepily walk to the kitchen. Making him a cup of coffee before bringing it to him. You'd set it on the desk and climb into his lap easily. The blanket snug around your form as one arm held you to him. You'd feel a kiss pressed to your hair, "Good morning." The rumble of his chest making you giggle, and sometimes if it's been too long, he'd let you cockwarm him. He knows how much you want this shared intimacy.
Chosou
Sweet boy. He'd be cuddled up to you, his head resting on your chest as he nuzzled against you. His hand under your shirt as he caressed your tummy. Or sometimes he'd rub your thighs, he really just wants to be touching you as much as possible. And usually your mornings are sweet. Filled with kisses and soft cuddles, but sometimes it gets him needy. Which leads to you going down on him, or allowing him to fill you. His hips slowly fucking himself inside you, heavy breath against your neck. "M'sorry...you're so pretty in the morning. Can't resist."
Toji
It may just be me but I don't see him as much of a cuddler. However, he'll let you lay on his massive titties so you don't whine about it. His arm held loose around your waist as you laid in bed. Of course, sometimes he'd tease you or ask for morning head. "Your pretty ass kept rubbing against me last night. It's only fair you take care of it." Your mouth soon becomes full of his big dick as he pets your head. But not always, sometimes he really will just let you lay on his chest and relax.
cw: nsfw, 18+. minors and ageless blogs will be blocked for interacting. wc 6k. todoroki fam lore. bnha manga + s6 spoilers. angst and fluff and smut and love and
“Do you feel held by him? Does he feel like home to you?”
- Midsommar (2019)
Touya was eight years old when his youngest brother was born—the same age realized that his house no longer felt like home.
And while it never fit the traditional cookie-cutter feeling of a home before then, it was comforting in its own kind of way. It was definite, something that he could hold onto and strive towards. Something that was there at the end of the day, no matter how badly his hands burned or how quiet the dinner table was.
Because before Shouto was born, there was still a chance.
Fuyumi and Natsuo were just as much of failures as he was—it was anyone’s game. He could keep pushing, train his hand to defy the science of his body and deal with it. Become what his father wanted so badly he’d kill for. That was home, the knowledge that there was still a chance for him.
But the moment Shouto was born, hair perfectly split the same as his flawlessly cursed body, Touya knew.
Instantly, he knew that his time was over—that there was no saving his dream of making his father proud. He hadn’t been enough, and he would have to live with that, in a house that’s no home with a family that lives in the shadow of what he never got to be.
He carries that feeling everywhere he goes. Like an eternal kink in his neck, it weighs heavy on his shoulders and disintegrates the marrow of his bones. Forever the boy without a home, Dabi continues to do what he does best—or maybe worst—and he survives.
But, you don’t remember when Dabi became home to you.
he has such a tiny waist; you can’t help but wrap your arms around him every chance you get — and he absolutely loves it.
he loves when your arms wrap around his waist from behind while he cooks breakfast. he loves the feeling of your cold hands creeping up from under his shirt, and the little, almost inaudible exhale that leaves your lips.
he loves when your arms wrap around his waist from the side when he changes clothes. he loves how you feel on his bare skin, the warmth of skin on skin, unbeknownst to you, making him want you more.
he loves when your arms wrap around his waist at his front when you hug him at the door before he goes. he loves how you tightly squeeze his middle, hoping you can get him to stay.
and maybe he will stay, because the sultry way you say please just can’t get him to step any further. so he takes you right there, your back pressed against the door and your legs around his oh so tiny waist <3
warnings: TAGS PLS WORK, probably poorly written lol, probably cringe too - posting this with my hand over my eyes, food in kirishima's and todorokis, minimal hurt and mostly comfort, don't be fooled - even tho izuku's is the shortest, his blurb is my favourite
˚ ༘♡ 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀: the moment you shut the door behind you, kirishima deflates, already missing you despite the intense and heated discussion you had prior that left his throat scratchy and face hot. even though you were mad at him, the house just wasn’t the same without you, but he respects your boundaries and understands that he should probably just leave you alone.
that is, until he remembers the time and how dark and cold it is outside, immediately panicking.
with little hesitation, he all but sprints out the house, grabbing his keys and a jacket for you before slamming the door shut. the second he steps foot onto the pavement, he’s searching left and right for you, with only the dim moonlight and street lamps aiding him. thankfully, you hadn’t gone too far and kirishima could make out your figure before it was too late.
“y/n!” he calls out as heavy, fast footsteps approach you.
he hears you sigh, “what do you want, kirishima?”
ouch.
he rounds in front of you and holds up the jacket, “it’s cold outside! i don’t want you getting cold!”
you give him a look before brushing past him, continuing your journey. the manner in which you were walking slightly faster told kirishima that you didn’t want to be with him right now, but he was going to insist, no matter what.
“babe, please, i’m serious!”
you don’t relent. kirishima’s always needed someone stubborn to deal with him- and he loves that quality about you, but right now, he just wanted you to listen to him.
“it’s also really dangerous, you don’t know what crime could be happening right now!” he calls out after you still with a jacket in hand.
your head and shoulders drop slightly before you turn around to face your partner, and your holding your hands out expectantly. kirishima sees the goosebumps rising on your skin and can’t help but give you his signature, toothy grin.
“thank you,” you murmur quietly whilst slinging the jacket around yourself. with a quick glance at him, it seems as if you have something to ask, but you opt to keep it to yourself.
kirishima speaks instead, “is it okay if i… stay with you? i want to protect you in case anything bad happens.”
you furrow your brows a little before reluctantly saying a ‘yes, but i’m still mad at you’, to which kirishima responds with ‘i know, baby, i know’. he’s not sad at all when he gets the clear to trail behind you since he prefers to be by your side (or back, in this case). although keeping a five feet distance is not ideal, kirishima is still grateful that you were rational enough to let a pro-hero stay with you.
too entranced in his thoughts and you, the sturdy hero had no idea how far you travelled until the local 7/11 sign flashed in the distance, and he realised you were looking back at him with a calmer look in your eyes.
you extend an arm out to him, gesturing for him to ‘come here’ and he practically tackles you at the chance, winding a secure arm around your waist as you both stumble in a fit of laughter.
“what do you say about some ice cream, eijiro?” you question, gesturing to the convenience store. kirishima beams even more at your suggestion.
“let’s go!” he exclaims as he practically drags you across the street (checking for cars first, of course), content and happy to have you in his arms again.
˚ ༘♡ 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈: the second the door slammed shut behind you was the moment that todoroki snapped out of the fury that he previously let encompass him. the pro-hero stares at the door, dazed, as if waiting for you to come back. he hates this feeling of emptiness that you’ve left behind, your absence squeezing him dry of any warmth as he anticipates your entrance; the click of the door notifying that you were back.
instead, there’s just silence, and it’s like this for the next few minutes.
immediately, he grabs his phone from his pocket to dial you, knowing that you left with your device.
you don’t pick up.
he tries again. to no avail.
he’s lost count of how many times he’s called you, suddenly feeling unable to move from his spot has his head spins.
this poor boy.
when he decides he’s annoyed you enough with calls and voicemails, he then diverts to texting, spamming you like he’s never done before. literally, if you look at your chat history with the half-and-half, you’ll notice that he tends to send paragraphs and sentences rather than texts following the other.
when you glance down at your device that was now overheating, you’re beginning to feel terrible for ignoring him. there’s desperation in the way he’s texting, forgoing all grammar and punctuation in favour for expressing his desperation.
you don’t know how to talk to him, not when he burned you with careless words he probably didn’t mean. but you’re more than aware of the habit that todoroki has to catastrophize everything, so you shouldn’t leave him for too long.
passing by a 7/11, you know exactly how to fix this.
entering the store, you quickly head to the prepackaged meals section, grabbing two drinks on the way, paying and leaving in record time. speed-walking the way home, you’re trying to chalk up the courage to face him, puffing by time you arrive at your front door.
the sound of a lock unlatching fills todoroki’s ears and he perks up at the noise. when you emerge behind the heavy door, he finally remembers to breathe.
his shoulders sag with relief.
yours tense up at the ridiculous freezing temperature of the apartment, noticing how some objects were beginning to ice over. speaking of which, todoroki hasn’t left the spot he previously stood in.
“you’re back,” he muttered to himself.
“it’s so cold,” you chatter, chills beginning to run up your spine and todoroki only just notices the state that he left the room in.
“oh,” is all he gets out before coming closer, embracing you carefully as he melts the frost that overwhelmed you.
“thank you.”
todoroki is more than content to stay like this for a few moments longer, relishing in the feeling of having you back in his arms whilst he defrosts the walls.
“i got something,” you break the silence that held a series of unsaid words and feelings by smiling shyly at him, raising the plastic bag with the iconic ‘7’ logo, “as sorry for lashing out.”
he softens, “it’s okay, i’m sorry too for letting my emotions get the better of me.”
“looks like we both have some making up to do,” you lead him to the kitchen, grabbing the box of soba and the two juices that you purchased. the dual-quirk wielder can’t help but grin, giddy at the prospect of having convenience store soba and his favourite drink, shared with the love of his life. “i thought we could have this, together.”
todoroki nods, opening the lid as you grab two pairs of chopsticks. he puts the straw of your juice in first before his and when you hand him his chopsticks, his immediate reaction is to let you have the first bite.
even in tense situations, he can’t help but be a gentleman.
“thank you, y/n,” he whispers, sealing his gratitude with a kiss to your forehead.
˚ ༘♡ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎: well, you wanted some fresh air, but bakugo had other plans because the second you were heading for the door, he practically blocked the doorway; which wasn’t hard to do considering his impressive stature.
“bakugo,” you say in the most threatening tone you can muster despite the swirl of emotions pooling in your chest, ones that made you terrified to look him in the eye, “move.”
he huffs, crossing his arms over his toned chest in defiance, “and what if i don’t?”
saying nothing except stare him down, bakugo sighs at your insistence.
“look, i know you want some time alone but it’s late and probably dangerous as shit because dunceface and deku are patrolling the streets tonight-”
“-don’t say that about your friends.”
“-and i don’t trust them to keep you safe, so know that i’m not letting you leave. i’m also tired as fuck,” he yawns just to prove how tired he feels, “and i refuse to go to bed without you there.”
you merely shrug, apathetic to his claims before making a move to the door again. except this time, bakugo intercepts you by stopping you physically.
“i gave you a warning.”
“and i told you to move.”
he merely huffs before swiftly and smoothly picking you up bridal style, quickly making his way up the stairs whilst you trash and manoeuvre in his arms. anyone would have dropped you due to your harsh and unpredictable movements, but anyone did not include your pro-hero boyfriend, who picked up wriggling casualties and wrestled villains for a living. he long got used to any sort of violent actions, to your dismay.
he even has the time to turn off the lights as he walks past the switch. how despicable.
when bakugo finally enters your shared bedroom, he wastes no time settling you into the covers, placing a kiss on your forehead as he puffs up your pillow at the sheets. in the meantime, the blond quickly goes around and does some final checks of the house, lights turned off, doors are locked, etc.
when he’s satisfied, he wastes little time retreating to his side of the bed, holding you in his arms and strategically holding you down with his body weight to ensure that you can’t leave- assuming that you want to in the first place.
you don’t, though, because under the covers, he’s holding you tighter than he does most nights; more protectively. perhaps it’s because he’s terrified to lose you and is doing whatever he can to keep you closer to him.
he was gifted a personality to match the quirk: loud, explosive, impatient, destructive. however, beyond the superficial, bakugo knows how to provide warmth, new beginnings and light, it’s just a little more quiet than the outer appearance.
“i’m sorry,” he utters against your skin, quiet yet sincere, “for everythin’ i said.”
“it’s okay, we’ll get over it,” you promise as his hands wrap yours around him.
“you sure?”
you ‘hmph’ in return, just to show him that you’re still mad.
bakugo gets you flowers and breakfast the next morning.
˚ ༘♡ 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀: “wait! where are you going?” the green-haired hero quizzes, a hint of desperation seeping into his tone.
you blink, hand pausing at the door knob, “away from here.”
midoriya takes this time to close the distance between you, hands instinctively coming up to your hand to halt your advances. he’s careful not to press you too harshly, knowing that you’re still vulnerable from the disagreement you two previously had, and in all honesty, he was too.
except the only way he knows how to heal is with you.
“please don’t leave,” he pleads, eyes watery and glossy with emotions, heart sensitive and aching for a second chance.
you can’t look him in the eye and that fact almost makes midoriya burst into tears (again).
“i need some fresh air-”
“but it’s not safe at this hour of the night! i don’t want to risk your safety because of me,” his fingers clasp around your hand securely this time rather than ghosting over your skin like they previous had.
you bite in the inside of your cheek, unsure about what to say apart from a feeble: “i can handle things on my own.”
“i know,” midoriya retaliates, “but i can’t.”
you finally look him in the eye and notice that tears are threatening to fall over and dribble down his cheek. realising that these tears were caused because of you, you instantly feel some semblance of guilt and are unable to resist the urge to brush away the drops with the pad of your thumbs.
“oh, izuku, don’t cry,” you plead and he weakly laughs, grabbing onto your wrists desperately. you almost want to start crying yourself.
“‘m sorry,” he sniffles, “i just really don’t want you to leave.”
it’s because he’s not sure if you’d come back, finally realising that you were too good- too unreal for him and deserved better. midoriya shakes with ripples of heavy emotions at the thought of you leaving and you keep collecting teardrops.
“i won’t then.”
“you’ll stay?”
“i’ll stay.”
he collapses at your feet, beginning to cry freely now.
you kneel down beside him, as soulmates do, and continue wiping his tears.
hi if you liked that pls reblog i'm so tired dude my eyelids are drooping. i didn't do as many characters as i would have hoped - if anyone is desperately wanting shinso, hawks, denki (no villains), i'm more than happy to but only if it is requested bc holy shit i'm so tired AHH
cw : gn! reader, kisses, lovestruck boyos, mentions of blood n wounds, angst and fluff !!
note : i was rereading jjk manga and I'm just so soft for them rn ಥ_ಥ
☰ SATORU GOJO
He expects you to laugh or yell at him after he told you about his plan of overthrowing the elders. He expected you to at least tell him how insane he sounds. It's kind of a dead end, he knows but he will be damned if he doesn't try,
“fine,” he looks at you in a confused daze, “if that's what you're up to, I'll help you.” his beautiful azure eyes are blown wide, staring at you in awe. Of all the outcomes he sure didn't expect you to just accept him.
Grabbing his larger hand in yours, you intertwine your fingers, “you don't have to do anything alone anymore,” his heart skips a beat at the reassuring smile on your lips, “cause I'm here now and I—” with a swift move of his head, his lips are on yours, pouring out all the unsaid words.
Gojo satoru is in love and you could feel it from the way he kissed you. Smiling against his soft lips, you brought your hand up to cup his jaw, reciprocating his kiss and feelings.
☰ SUGURU GETO
Closing his eyes, he awaits death. He doesn't care about his life anymore, all the filth around has drained all his desire to live, “go ahead and kill me.” he wheezes, looking up at you, the person who found him after he stumbled away from his failed rendezvous of capturing rika,
“what are you waiting for?” caught up in his morbid thoughts, geto misses the melancholic look in your eyes as you approach him with soft strides, “I don't need your sympathy.” he spits. Kneeling beside him, you extend your palm to him with a gentle whisper, “let's go home, sugu',”
he gapes at your capacity for forgiveness even after all he did, “I miss you, satoru and shoko miss you.” grabbing his bloody hand in your smaller ones, you smiled at him, “We'll figure it out.” Geto stares at your tangled hands, before lifting his free hand to cradle the back of your head, “there's no hope for me, darling.”
leaning forward, you rest your forehead against his, not caring about the blood that caked your skin from the contact, “that's not true. You've us,” you breathe silently, “you've me.” and he chuckles lightly at that, maybe he can find a reason to stay alive after all.
☰ YUUJI ITADORI
With the king of curses residing inside him, he is aware of exactly how doomed he is and yet he can't help but be a bit selfish, staying with you even with the knowledge that sukuna can get out of control and hurt you, anytime, “yuuuuji,” your whine tugs him out of his mind, “this is so boring.”
resting your head on his thigh, you complain while flipping through the channels on the TV mindlessly, “let's sneak out.” there's a bright grin on your face when yuuji agrees, reluctantly. Walking side by side in the darkness of the silent night, you pop a casual question,
“yu', what are you gonna do after we get rid of sukuna?” looking down at his hand, yuji whispers in a low voice, “I haven't really thought of it.” the truth is that he doesn't expect to actually survive that far, “oh c'mon, you must've thought of something.” you urge, sighing when the boy shakes his head,
“fine, how 'bout we go visit Okinawa?” your hope is contagious and so is your grin, “gojo sensei said that it's a nice place,” yuuji smiles as you ramble on. Ducking his head, he pecks your cheek softly, letting his lips linger just for a second longer before pulling away, “I'd love to.”
☰ YUUTA OKKOTSU
Any sane person would run away after hearing the creepy screech but instead he saw you leaning over him to assess the wound on his leg left by the curse that fled down the dark alleyway, “are you alright?” he hiccups a dumbfounded, "huh" At your inquiry, “yu', you're losing t'much blood, we need to get you to a doc—”
standing up on his knees, he pulled out his katana. He didn't expect to run into a curse while he was out with you but he's glad he brought his weapon along, “I'll be fine,” he assured, “but you should probably get outta here.”
“not without you!” your hand balled into a tiny fist, tugging at his white jacket and yuuta felt a smile crawl on his face even under the unforeseen circumstances. He hasn't felt his chest warm up like this in a long time, he's not alone anymore. The thought alone made his protectiveness hike up, he'd do anything to make sure nothing happens to you,
“it's not safe for you here, go wait inside the shop.” noticing the unsure furrow of your brows, he grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles, dark eyes looking at you with sincerity, “don't worry, I'll be alright.”
☰ TOJI FUSHIGURO
Moving from one mission to another, toji often tends to forget about the mundane side of life. Returning with blood splattered clothes, he looked around for you only to find you dozed off on the table. The scarred corner of his lip lifted up as he smiled at the sight of you drooling a bit in your sleep.
You must've been waiting for him to get back. Turning off the lights, toji walks up to your slumped form. You look so pristine, so pure like this. A sudden sense of guilt washed over him, his heart beating painfully. You deserve better than a killer such as him.
Hesitantly, he reaches out, he tucks away a few stray strands of hair behind your ear. A crease forms in between your eyebrows and your eyes flutter open, “toji? You're back?” your groggy voice fills the silent room, “I missed you.”
your droopy eyes close shut again and you lean into the warmth of his touch, “missed you too,” toji whispers softly, wondering how he got so lucky to have such an angel as you, all to himself. Leaning down to press his lips to your forehead, he mumbles, “g'night, princess.”
