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Not entirely conventional media for a regressor, and definitely not friendly while you're small, but I find Hooni's character very sweet and cute. Maybe I'm delusional, but I do think he'd regress, and I think he deserves a lot better treatment than the fandom gives him. He's just a lil guy...
Hopefully I'll heal the fandom with wholesome content, or at least make my own until the fixation goes away.
I found his manhwa of origin by complete chance while playing a gacha game on discord! I thought "He's so me!!!" and then went "Oh."
Even if I'm screaming into a void, I want to at least put it out there that I think he's sweet.
😭💖💜 Thank you so much to everyone who’s supported me along the way! Here’s to many more commissions to come~ (pls someone commission me again I’m hungry 😩)
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*drew this on my phone which is why it's low quality- ;;*
perchance relationship headcanons for mira w/ a gn reader?? i don’t really have too many ideas in mind so you can do whatever feels right 😭
◆ MAIN COURSE: Mira x gn!Reader
◆ TYPE: SFW, romantic
◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: N/A
◆ NOTES: This req came running in a matter of mere mins since sending out that annoucement my GOD 🥰 THANK YOU 🥰🥰🥰 I've been having their songs on loop I swear to god
I LOVE MY BABY I personally think it's a crime that when you think about it Mira and Zoey are very underdeveloped in the plot 😞 but that's not relevant rn ANYWAY
Mira is someone who holds her cards REALLY close to her chest. She's had to grow up that way—being considered the problem child meant whatever she did was scrutinised to all hell and back, so as rebellious as she was, sometimes that didn't necessarily mean feeling 'free' to express herself either. And when she does, it's blunt, cutting, usually ending up with her parents telling her to hush or soften her words to something befitting of......well........someone Not Her
That carries on to how she is with romance, unfortunately. Dating her would be, for simplicity's sake, difficult, and even getting to that point in the first place is even more so. But I swear, trust me when I say that the effort will be so incredibly worth it
Mira would tend to analyse your words a LOT. The other HUNTR/X members are one thing, she's so extremely close with them now that she's comfortable to let her guard down. But with anyone else? Even you? Oh god she is a SCEPTIC through and through; she's the type to prefer actions over words, otherwise she'll take everything you say with more than a grain of salt
And like I said, Mira would also be extremely blunt. She doesn't hold back with her words, so if she's pissed off or disappointed, she WILL make it known. I think it'd be even more so when it comes to someone she has feelings for as well, not for the sake of maliciousness but it's her own way of letting you know how she genuinely feels in the moment without mixing shit up
I think if you genuinely show her that you respect her agency and how she is, if you give her the time and space she needs, she'll slowly but surely start to open up to you and allow herself to not get her guard up all the time
"Hey."
Mira's sharp tone caught your attention, but you've learned to easily take it in stride. Where staff would've cowed slightly at the feeling of being intimidated, you simply lifted your head up and met the idol's gaze head-on. "Mira," you nodded in acknowledgement, "need something? I thought you were rehearsing."
Mira shrugged as she approached, the penthouse windows reflecting her movements for you to see, "We were, but Bobby needed to talk to Rumi about something and Zoey went to finish her rapping verse for the new song."
You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped past your lips, "I'd have assumed she went to eat her heart out."
"That girl can multitask," the corner of Mira's lips lifted in barely-contained amusement when she leans on the arm of the sofa across you.
"And you?" You tilted your head slightly, "What are you doing now?"
"Taking a break, obviously."
"I thought there was no rest for a K-Pop idol."
"That is Rumi's thing, you're talking to the wrong idol."
"Right, right, my bad, Ms. 'I came to the Met Gala in a sleeping bag'."
Mira huffed in slight laughter at the memory, "If everyone's just going to abandon all sense of comprehensible fashion, what does it matter if I wore a sleeping bag? Realistically speaking, I was the only one there who felt comfortable."
"Fair enough," is all you offer.
And really, the silence should've bothered her. Usually it did. Without Rumi or Zoey to fill the silence, the lack of.. anything would usually make her feel like she's being internally scrutinised for any reason—the way she dressed, the way she spoke, the way she presented herself in general.
But with you? Mira felt none of that. With interacting, the responses flowed easily, and she didn't feel like she was wittingly stepping on landmines whenever she said anything. In silence, there was no pressure, there was no prickling feeling of scrutiny, it was just.. comfortable.
Not quite the same sort of comfortable she had with the other HUNTR/X members, of course, but.. something different.
Honestly she didn't know whether she wanted to lean into it or pull away.
So she tests the waters instead, "You're weird."
"Am I?"
"Yeah, you are. People would either freak out, use us for clout, or give Dispatch the time of their lives," she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, "but you've done none of that. You're just.. here. "
"..Am I not allowed to be here?"
"Not my point. I mean you don't push yourself onto the three of us," on her, though that goes completely unsaid in favour for the feeling of protectiveness for what her trio had. "What's your angle?"
Maybe the question should've offended, but.. all you did was shrug as you answered with complete sincerity, your voice not wavering even once, "None. Is it that hard to believe that I just genuinely enjoy your company?"
Mira blinked. "Yes."
(Some small part of her mind, clearly unimportant, wondered whether you meant to refer to HUNTR/X as a whole.. or just her.)
And you laughed, a low chime in the otherwise quiet penthouse living room, "Not much I can do there, unfortunately. Guess you'll just have to trust me."
Trust.
That never came easy for her, not now and certainly not back then.
And yet.
"..Guess I do."
Once you actually end up dating, it's ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ UGH I love her
Yk how she'd be blunt as hell? See that still stays. HOWEVER. When you're not in, say, a professional or a life-or-death situation, her voice takes on a certain care and softness that she doesn't even have with HUNTR/X. It's not wholly noticeable, but you can hear it in the way she's slightly less sharp when addressing you, you can see it in the way that her expression softens subtly when she talks about you (and Zoey and Rumi tease her to the moon and back, mostly Zoey LMFAO)
I don't think she'd use nicknames personally, feels too cheesy for her. Actually, saying things in general is too cheesy for her, not to mention again she much prefers showing than telling. So instead of nicknames, it's sudden gifts like the jacket she clocked you eyeing up but didn't buy or even just your favourite snack from the convenience store. Instead of waxing poetry about what she adores about you, she expresses it in gestures. An example would be if you did makeup, she'd watch you and if there's something specific that she's noticed about your features but YOU didn't, she might even guide you or do the makeup herself so that your makeup is properly done justice
She won't be clingy, but she'd be EXTREMELY protective of you. Friends (and especially HUNTR/X actually) are one thing, but Mira letting herself date someone in the first place? Shit man that means she considers you as someone she genuinely wants to stay with. She recognises very well that you have your own life, and she has hers, and she wouldn't want to suffocate in the way SHE doesn't want to be suffocated either. But at the same time, when you're out together, she'd step a little closer, guide you through crowds like a bodyguard instead of your girlfriend (lol), and in the case of demons ever coming near you? Oooooh MAN it's over for them—no one, and I mean NO ONE, is taking the person who makes her feel like she belongs and she's lovable
I feel the need to add that if you like dancing or you ARE a dancer/fellow choreographer, then it's bonus points to you. Mira's bluntness actually helps here, since she'll freely give you feedback on your movements AND even demonstate the dances/suggest alternatives. And because the two of you are together? Yes. Yes she'll come close and guide you with touch without hesitation 🥰🥰🥰. OH OH OH AND LET'S NOT FORGET COUPLE DANCES TOO!!!! PLEAAAASE it'd just be the two of you in the dance studio and you're doing the tango or even ballroom dancing (you can tease her about it and she'll say she's multifaceted)
I think there are moments where she'd retreat to herself, especially during the beginning of your relationship or after the first few times you fight. It's already a huge insecurity of hers, being aware that she can be easily UNapproachable due to how brutally honest she can be. The time with Rumi was one thing, but you're someone who she willingly gave and entrusted her entire heart to—what happens if that's.. gone? Please give her space before the two of you talk again, she's genuinely a reasonable person. Reassure her that you're willing to give her whatever she needs, and over time she grows more comfortable with the new form of vulnerability, and she'll withdraw less when she realises that yes! You're staying, and nothing she does will change that
Also? Nap times. Relaxations in the hot springs. GOD yes. Couple spa dates? Genuine bliss 🥰🥰🥰 And speaking of dates, she knows she's busy as HELL. But she tries her best to either carve out time for you or she actually has you involved with whatever it is she's busy with, surprisingly (like having you watch her choreo to see if there's anything that sticks out, watching her and the other girls go on reality shows, etc)
Overall? It's like having a cat for a girlfriend. One that genuinely treasures you when she finds herself wanting your presence to be a constant bc of how you make her feel ☹️
ou ran, your legs screaming in protest, muscles burning with every step, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when everything was at stake. Tenya’s comms had gone silent twenty minutes ago. No updates, no responses—nothing. That wasn’t like him. Tenya was always methodical, precise, the first to report in and the last to leave. The silence clawed at your chest, each second without word from him like a nail digging deeper into your heart. Something was wrong. You could feel it, a sickening certainty twisting in your gut. And though you wished, prayed, begged for it to be nothing—just paranoia playing cruel tricks on your mind—you knew better. You were rarely wrong.
The frigid night air bit at your skin, turning the tears streaming down your face into icy trails. The sharp wind stung your cheeks, but the pain barely registered. Your focus was singular, your feet pounding against the uneven ground as you pushed forward. Every breath came out ragged, every inhale burning your chest and searing your throat, but still, you pressed on. Your body screamed for rest, your shins aching and lungs straining, but none of it mattered. Not until you found him.
And then you did.
He was there, just ahead, lying crumpled on the ground like a discarded doll. Your heart lurched so violently it felt like it might shatter. The world tilted, your knees buckling as you stumbled forward, your mind unable to process the sight in front of you.
“Tenya!” The scream ripped from your throat, raw and desperate, a sound filled with more fear than you thought possible. You fell to your knees beside him, your hands trembling as they hovered over his still body. Blood. So much blood. It painted his uniform in dark, viscous streaks, pooled beneath him, and matted his hair to his forehead.
Your shaking hands cupped his face, your fingers cold against his clammy skin. “Tenya,” you pleaded, your voice cracking. “Wake up. Please, wake up.”
There was no response. His eyes were closed, his face pale—too pale. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing like thunder in your ears as you frantically searched his body, trying to locate the source of the blood. Your fingers pressed against his skin, your touch light at first, then more desperate, more frantic.
“Stay with me,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “Please, Tenya. Look at me. Just—just open your eyes.”
You shook him gently, then harder, your tears falling onto his bloodstained face. The metallic tang of blood filled your nose, mixing with the icy air and the choking sobs bubbling up in your throat.
“Tenya,” you rasped again, louder this time, as though sheer force of will could bring him back.
But he didn’t move.
Your hands scrambled to his neck, your fingers pressing against his skin, desperate to feel the steady thrum of life. You held your breath, counting the seconds, hoping, praying for the faintest hint of a pulse.
There was none.
“No,” you choked out, your voice barely audible, trembling as the word clawed its way out of you. “No, no, no.”
You pressed harder, checked again, and again, refusing to accept what you already knew. Your mind screamed at you to do something, anything, but your body refused to move.
“Come back,” you begged, your voice cracking as fresh tears blurred your vision. “You can’t do this to me. You can’t—”
Your words dissolved into a broken sob as your hands fell limp against him. The icy realization swept over you, freezing you to your core.
You collapsed onto his chest, clutching him tightly as if holding him closer could somehow bring him back. Your face pressed against his uniform, damp with blood and cold as ice. There was no heartbeat to greet you, no warmth to comfort you. Just silence.
“We were supposed to have forever,” you whispered, the words barely more than a breath. Your body shook as sobs wracked through you, every cry tearing through you like shards of glass. “We were going to get married.”
The memory of his smile flashed in your mind, so vivid and warm it felt like a cruel mockery now. You buried your face against him, your tears soaking through the fabric of his uniform.
“Please… don’t leave me,” you cried, your voice muffled, broken.
But the silence was deafening. No response came. Only the hollow ache of a love now lost, leaving you alone in the cold, clutching the lifeless body of the man who had promised you forever.
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Hero Name: Felinite This name combines “feline” with “dynamite,” symbolizing Suzume’s explosive energy, agility, and her cat-like nature. It’s sleek, unique, and perfectly suited to her personality.
Quirk: Cat
Suzume Toraishi’s quirk, Cat, grants her the enhanced abilities of a feline, elevated to superhuman levels. These include heightened senses like sharp hearing, exceptional night vision, and an acute sense of smell. Her agility, balance, and reflexes are also far beyond a normal human’s, allowing her to perform feats such as scaling walls, leaping great distances, or dodging attacks with uncanny precision. In addition to her physical prowess, Suzume has retractable claws for combat and a playful, stealthy nature that lets her stalk or ambush her opponents.
Her feline traits are evident even in her human form, with her expressive cat ears and a sleek, swishing tail. Beyond this, Suzume can fully transform into a massive Maine Coon, roughly the size of a lion, which boosts her strength and endurance dramatically.
Enhanced Agility: Suzume moves with the speed and grace of a cat, effortlessly dodging attacks and navigating difficult terrain. Her extreme flexibility allows her to perform acrobatic feats with ease, landing from great heights unharmed and maintaining perfect balance in precarious situations.
Heightened Senses: With hearing, sight (especially in low light), and smell rivaling those of a cat, Suzume excels as a tracker and scout. Her acute senses make her invaluable in rescue operations and give her an edge in combat, detecting threats before they emerge.
Claws and Strength: Suzume’s retractable claws make her a formidable close-range fighter, enabling her to scale walls, slice through obstacles, and take down opponents with precision. She also has significant strength, capable of carrying multiple people at once while in her Maine Coon form.
Zoomies: When excitement or restlessness takes over, Suzume enters bursts of intense energy known as zoomies. During these moments, she sprints, leaps, and dashes unpredictably, using her agility to evade attacks or reach safety. However, these high-energy episodes can also create unintended chaos if not controlled.
Maine Coon Form: Suzume’s most striking ability is her transformation into a massive Maine Coon the size of a lion. In this form, she gains immense strength and durability, allowing her to clear debris, shield civilians, and face powerful enemies. Though slightly less agile in this state, her sheer size and power make her a dominant force in combat and rescue situations.
Drawbacks of Her Quirk:
Energy Drain: The more Suzume uses her zoomies or shifts into her larger Maine Coon form, the more physically exhausted she becomes. Prolonged or frequent use of her quirk forces her to pace herself, as overexertion can lead to complete exhaustion or even collapsing mid-mission. When pushed to her limits, Suzume’s fatigue can become overwhelming, and she has been known to fall asleep almost anywhere—whether it’s in a safe corner, atop a high ledge, or even mid-conversation.
Personality:
Suzume’s personality is as unpredictable as a cat’s, constantly shifting between moods with little warning. One moment, she can be affectionate and cuddly, purring contently, while the next she might become flirty or playful. Just as easily, she can turn frustrated or irritated, mirroring a cat’s sudden mood swings. Suzume meows often, a quirky habit she shares with Tsuyu’s “ribbit,” as a natural expression of her cat-like nature. She’s also known to make the soft, focused noises that cats make when they’re “hunting,” adding another layer to her playful, feline-like behavior. She’s prone to getting the zoomies, darting around with bursts of energy, and occasionally acting on impulse, much like a cat following its instincts. Whether she’s seeking attention or simply expressing herself, her actions are full of feline charm and unpredictability.
Contains: no pronouns used, depression, overthinking, crying, comfort, fluff
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A/N: This is what I have been feeling for the last few weeks so I decided the write it out into a fic with my mans
It's happened so many times that it’s almost become routine. You slip beneath the covers, burying your face in your pillow as the tears begin to flow, slow at first, then unstoppable. You try to stifle your sobs, muffling them into the fabric because the idea of someone hearing — even if no one is there to hear — feels like exposing a wound you’ve kept hidden. The darkness around you is suffocating, pressing in from all sides, and you clutch the pillow as if it's the only thing tethering you to this world.
You’re shaking, your whole body trembling with the force of emotions you can’t control, can’t understand. The silence is heavy, filled with the echoes of things you’ve never said out loud, words you wish someone would say to you. You feel like a ghost in your own life, drifting through the days unseen, unnoticed. People look right through you, as if you’re not even there. You laugh when they laugh, smile when they smile, but no one seems to realize that it’s all a mask, that behind it, you’re breaking apart.
The loneliness settles deep in your bones, a cold that no amount of blankets can chase away. It's just you, alone with the emptiness that gnaws at your heart. The loneliness has become a familiar ache, one you've almost made peace with because it's the only thing that's stayed. You thought by now you'd be used to it, that you'd have learned how to numb yourself to the sharp sting of being forgotten, but it hurts just the same. It hurts that no one asks how you are, not really. It hurts that no one looks at you and sees someone they want to be around. It hurts that when you open your phone, there's no new message, no missed call, no one saying they missed you, even just a little.
You start to question yourself, over and over. Why isn’t anyone there? What’s so wrong with you that people keep leaving, keep forgetting? You replay conversations in your head, scrutinizing every word, every moment, trying to figure out what you did wrong, why you’re always the one left out. The doubts swirl around, relentless, cruel voices whispering that maybe this is all you deserve. Maybe you’re just not worth the effort.
Eventually, the tears dry up, leaving you exhausted and hollow. You lie there, staring at the wall, wishing that someone, anyone, would notice. That someone would send a message, knock on your door, hold you and say they care. But the phone stays silent, the room stays empty, and the only sound is your own ragged breathing, the quiet, broken gasps of someone trying desperately to hold on when it feels like there’s nothing left to hold on to.
You close your eyes, the pillow still clutched tight in your arms, and whisper to yourself that maybe tomorrow will be different. But deep down, you don’t really believe it.
A few days had passed, and you still felt like crap. When you finally dragged yourself to the common room, you were hit with the familiar sight of your classmates clustered in their friend groups, laughing and chatting like they didn't have a care in the world. The moment you stepped in, you felt invisible, like a ghost drifting through a space where you didn't quite belong. A few of them waved and smiled at you, but you knew it was just politeness — the kind of acknowledgment people give because it’s the nice thing to do. No one rushed over, no one lit up at the sight of you, no one asked how you were doing or if you wanted to join them. No one.
You shuffled your way to the kitchen, feeling like every step was heavier than the last. Your body was weak, your limbs weighed down as if the sadness clung to you like a second skin. Your eyes were still swollen and puffy from the tears you’d cried the night before, your eyelids heavy and stinging. You grabbed something quick to eat, not because you were hungry but because it seemed like you should at least try. You settled for a banana, barely even tasting it as you moved over to the couch.
You sat there quietly, not far from where your classmates were gathered. They were spread out across the common room, absorbed in their own conversations, their laughter echoing in the space. You took a small bite, your eyes drifting down to your feet where your slippers rested on the floor, warm and comforting against the cold tile. You tried to focus on that tiny bit of warmth, to block out everything else happening around you.
No one looked your way. No one sat next to you. You wanted to say something, to join in, but the words got stuck in your throat, tangled up with the anxiety that always held you back. You knew how it would go: you’d try to say something, your voice would waver, and then you’d freeze up, convinced that whatever you had to say was stupid, irrelevant. The fear of being ignored, of everyone looking away or giving you that polite, strained smile, kept you silent. It felt safer to stay quiet, to blend into the background where at least you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself.
Maybe you were overthinking it, like you always did. Maybe it was all in your head, and if you just made an effort, they’d include you. Maybe if you tried a little harder, pushed past the fear, things would be different. But as much as you told yourself this, you couldn't bring yourself to move, to speak. You hated how sensitive you felt, how easily the loneliness crept in and wrapped itself around you. You wanted to be stronger, to "grow a pair," as the voice in your head harshly put it. To stop feeling like a victim of your own emotions. But right now, all you could do was sit there, nibbling at the banana you didn’t even want.
You finished your banana, standing up shakily as you made your way to the trash can to toss the peel. You could feel the tears threatening to spill over any second, the lump in your throat growing unbearable. Desperate to get away before you broke down in front of everyone, you headed straight for the elevator, biting your lip so hard it hurt, hoping the pain would keep the tears at bay. Your hands trembled as you pressed the elevator button, your vision blurring. Just hold on until the doors close, you repeated to yourself, fighting to keep it together.
The elevator doors slid open, and you stepped inside, leaning back against the wall as you took a shaky breath. Just as the doors were about to close, they suddenly stopped and slid back open. You flinched, quickly wiping at your eyes, and looked up to see Sero stepping in. He gave you a friendly smile as he pressed the button for his floor.
"Hey, Y/N," he greeted, his voice light.
"Hi," you replied softly, but your voice cracked, betraying you. The moment the sound left your lips, you could see his expression change, the smile fading as he turned to look at you fully.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle but filled with concern.
Those words — simple, caring, exactly what you’d been longing to hear — were all it took for the fragile dam you’d built up to shatter completely. You couldn’t even look at him as your face crumpled, the sobs you’d been holding back finally breaking free. You lowered your head, trying to hide your tears, but it was no use. The pain, the loneliness, everything you’d been bottling up came pouring out all at once.
"Hey… hey," Sero murmured, his voice soothing as he quickly stepped forward. Without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around you, one hand gently cradling the back of your head as he pulled you into his chest. The other arm circled around your back, holding you close, like he was shielding you from the world. It was the first time in so long that someone had held you like this, had comforted you when you were falling apart.
You clung to him, your fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt as you buried your face in his chest. His warmth surrounded you, and for the first time, you felt like you weren’t completely alone. You sobbed, your tears soaking into his shirt, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he tightened his grip, his chin resting on top of your head.
"Shh, ya no más," he whispered softly, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against the back of your head. "You’re okay, it’s okay." He kept repeating it, his voice steady and calm, grounding you as you let out everything you’d been holding in. You didn’t know how long you stood there, wrapped in his arms, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. You were finally being held, being comforted.
Once you’d finally calmed down, you sniffled against his chest, your heart still racing from the intense sobbing. His hand continued to rub gentle circles on your back, grounding you.
“Breathe,” he murmured softly. “Your heart’s racing.”
You hummed in response, focusing on his voice as you took slow, shaky breaths. In and out, just like he said. His arms stayed firmly around you, unwavering, offering comfort until you felt steady enough to pull away. When you finally did, you sniffled again, glancing up at him with tear-streaked cheeks and puffy eyes, your hair falling messily into your face.
He didn’t hesitate, his hand moving immediately to tuck your hair behind your ear. His other hand brushed at your face with his sleeve, wiping away the remnants of your tears. “There you go,” he whispered, his voice warm and soothing, a soft smile gracing his lips. That smile — gentle and full of care — sent a small spark of warmth through your chest, easing the ache just a little.
Realizing you were still standing in the elevator, Sero gently grabbed your hand, guiding you out as the doors opened. Without saying a word, he led you to his dorm. His grip was firm but not overbearing, and you followed quietly, too drained to question where he was taking you. Once inside, he closed the door softly behind you, creating a bubble of quiet comfort.
“You don’t have to tell me, but…” he started, shoving his hands into the pocket of his hoodie as he leaned against the doorframe. “What’s got you so upset?” His voice was steady, careful. “And don’t tell me it’s nothing. You can’t cry like that over nothing.”
You hesitated, standing there, unsure of how to even begin. The weight of everything you’d been feeling pressed down on you, making it hard to find the words. How could you dump all of that on him? How could you tell him about the overwhelming loneliness, the endless nights spent crying yourself to sleep, the constant feeling of being invisible? You swallowed hard, your hands fidgeting nervously.
Finally, with a deep sigh, you let the words spill out. Once you started, you couldn’t stop. You told him everything — how you felt like no one really saw you, how you struggled to find your place, and how every night the loneliness crept in, leaving you in tears until exhaustion claimed you. Your voice wavered, but Sero never interrupted. He just listened, his expression soft, his focus entirely on you.
By the time you finished, you felt exposed, raw, like you’d laid your entire soul bare. But instead of judgment, there was only understanding in his eyes. For the first time in a long while, you felt heard. Truly heard.
Sero stood there for a moment, his eyes fixed on you, quiet and thoughtful. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and steady.
“I’m sorry you’ve been carrying all of that by yourself,” he said. “You shouldn’t have to. I wish I’d noticed sooner… I really do.” He ran a hand through his hair, his gaze dropping briefly before meeting yours again. “But I’m here now. And I mean that, Y/N. Whatever you’re feeling, whatever’s been weighing on you, I want you to know you don’t have to do it alone anymore.”
He took a step closer, his expression soft but serious. “I’ll be here, okay? Whenever you need me. If you’re feeling like this again, if you just need someone to talk to, or even if you just need to sit with someone in silence—I’ll be there. You don’t have to say anything or explain anything. Just let me be there for you.”
His words were simple, but they carried a kind of weight that settled deep in your chest, easing some of the ache. “I know I can’t change how you’ve been feeling overnight,” he continued, “but I promise I’ll do whatever I can to make sure you don’t feel like this again. At least, not alone. You’ve got me now.”
He stood there, giving you space to process his words, his presence steady and unwavering. “One step at a time,” he added quietly. “That’s all you need to focus on. And I’ll be right there for every step.”
You looked at him, and before you could stop yourself, the tears started welling up again. This time, they weren’t from sadness but from the overwhelming relief of not feeling so alone. A soft smile broke through your trembling lips as you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug.
“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. His arms came around you instantly, holding you close, steady and reassuring. You closed your eyes, sinking into the warmth of his embrace, letting it soothe the ache you’d been carrying for so long.
“I really needed this,” you murmured against his shoulder. “I needed someone. Thank you, Sero… for being here.”
His hold on you tightened slightly, his presence solid and grounding, as if he were silently saying, I’ve got you.
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The clouds were grey and promised rain soon to fall. Occasional lightning strikes would light up the sky and in turn your room. The last flash was followed by a loud rumble of thunder, leading you to jump and turn your attention outside.
A figure stood outside on your balcony as if appearing with the flash of lightning. One look at the silhouette and you knew it was Hisoka.
It was common for the hunter to appear on your balcony after being pent up from a recent fight that excited him and using you to release his frustration. This, however, was the quickest he had come back to visit.
"Visiting again so soon? You were just here last night," you commented. Yet, the hunter remained silent.
You cocked your head to the side in confusion at his silence. Slowly you stalked over to him, "What's the matter? Did you miss me already?" you teased, sure to get a response from him.
But again, Hisoka remained silent. Arms at his sides in balled-up fists.
"It's not like you to be so quiet," you said, moving closer to him still. While he stayed silent, Hisoka' watched you carefully as if memorizing every move.
Nearly pressed against him now, you ran your finger under his chin seductively, "You must be more pent up than I thought, do you need some help?" you cooed, pressing a suggestive kiss to his cheek before moving down his jaw-line finding your way to his neck.
That's when your lips felt a strange sensation, causing you to pull away in alarm. Hisoka's skin began to change, face morphing into someone else. Before finally transforming back to its true form, Illumi Zoldyck.
"Illumi!" You cried out in shock.
"So that's how you treat him," he mused, ignoring your shock.
You blinked at him astonished by his actions. Illumi had been coming to visit you more often himself. He would show up after completing assassin jobs, before returning home to Kukuroo Moutain. Now it was becoming increasingly obvious he was starting to develop feelings for you.
"Jealousy is kind of cute on you," you giggled.
"Jealousy?" Illumi asked, looking at you blankly.
"Oh, don't be in denial. Showing up here posed as Hisoka to see how I'd react to him. You're jealous of him," you stated plainly.
Illumi averted his gaze from you, trying to hide his own emotions. He couldn't think of a time he had ever been jealous in his life. Yet, he knew your words were true. Why else would he go out of his way to trick you? Not to mention the pit that formed in his stomach when you moved to kiss Hisoka. Thinking you preferred the clown over him felt like death. Even still, he had to try not to care about you. Assassins have no place for something as mundane as relationships and feelings.
"Hey," you called out to him. "Don't look so brokenhearted. Don't you know I get just as excited to see you as I do Hisoka?"
Your words ignited the flame that Illumi was desperately trying to snuff out. If you reciprocated his feelings, he knew it was hopeless trying to deny his growing feelings for you. His eyes had no choice but to lock with yours, testing the truth of your words.
"Oh? Do you really?" he asked.
You nodded, "Here, feel," you said grabbing his hand. Gently you guided his hand to rest on your chest. "Feel how fast my heartbeat is? It's always like this when you come to see me," you explained.
Your words and his hand resting atop your chest caused his cheeks to turn a bright scarlet. You were soft and warm, and the precious way you looked at him waiting for his response broke down his defenses.
"Come on, it's cold out here and it's about to start pouring. Come inside, I'll take care of you," you offered. Pulling his hand off your chest and leading him inside.
A/N: I love Jiro, and this has been in my mind so I decided to write this at 2 in the morning ehehe
Lying under the covers of her bed, Jiro plugged her headphone jack into the wall to eavesdrop on you. It wasn't the first time she had listened in on you, and knowing that you were her friend only made it worse. She couldn't resist the temptation, drawn in by the way you whimpered and moaned. The sound of your two fingers fucking your wet cunt echoed through her ears, and she longed for more - more of your sweet sounds, more of you.
Your eyes were tightly closed, lost in the sensations coursing through your body. Your hips rolled and bucked to the rhythm of your fingers, moving in and out of you with a rapid but steady pace. Your other hand ventured under your shirt, teasing and tweaking at your hardened nipple. You bit down on your lip, trying to contain the moans that threatened to spill from your lips.
Jiro couldn't help but let out a shaky breath as she listened to you, her own body responding to the sounds and movements you made. The slick sound of your arousal grew louder as you grew wetter from pleasuring yourself. Her fingers slipped down to her black shorts, easily finding her clit as she rubbed and circled her sensitive bud. In her mind, she pictured it was her fingers bringing you to such delicious heights, matching your moans with her own as she moved faster and faster.The image of you, lost in pleasure and completely at her mercy, only fueled Jiro's desire further. She matched your intensity, feeling the familiar heat building between her legs as she continued to play with herself.
The mere thought of tasting you sent a shiver down her spine. She imagined herself sucking and licking on your sensitive bud, savoring the sweet taste of your arousal. As she stuffed her fingers deep inside your gummy walls, she felt you tightening your thighs around her head. Looking up at you, seeing the pleasure taking over as loud moans escaped from your plump lips. Your head thrown back in ecstasy, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
She continued to rub her clit as she noticed you let out a desperate whine, a sound that Jiro knew all too well - the signal that you were close to climaxing. With a sense of urgency, she sped up her movements, wanting to reach orgasm at the same time as you. Your chest heaved with each breath and you bit your lip, your movements becoming sloppy as you approached the edge. "Fuck-" you whimpered, the wet sounds of her fingers filling the room and echoing in Jiro's ears. Just a few more pumps and then your body trembled as you reached your peak. Your slickness coated your cunt and wetted the bed sheet beneath you. Gasping for air, you slipped your fingers out and opened your eyes, staring up at the ceiling in a state of bliss.
Feeling your release triggered Jiro's own climax and soft moans spilled from her lips as she stilled her movements, listening to the pants escaping from your mouth. Oh how she wished it was her making you cum like this
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New to your blog but so far I Love your work and saw that there were slots opens🫶🏻 I’ve been feeling this way for a few weeks now where it got to a point where I’ve cried myself to sleep so I just need a bit of comfort
Could I request a fanfic featuring either Denki or Sero, where the reader is a "floater friend"? The reader often feels overlooked since their friends tend to favor others and rarely make time for them. All the reader desires is to be appreciated and recognized, receiving the same kindness they show to everyone else, but it seems like no one is there for them. Denki or Sero eventually pick up on the reader's changed demeanor, especially during class when everyone is together. If possible, I’d love for it to have a mix of angst and fluff! 🐸🫶🏻
A spark to be seen - Denki x Reader
EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST - PART 2
You sat at your usual desk in class, watching as everyone around you laughed, talked, and interacted like puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. Yet, no matter how many times you tried to join in or be part of the conversation, you always felt like that one extra piece — overlooked, left on the edge.
It wasn't like you hadn't tried. You were the floater friend, bouncing between groups, always lending an ear or offering a kind word when someone needed it. You were the reliable one, the one people came to when they needed advice or someone to vent to. But it was becoming painfully clear that while you were there for everyone else, no one seemed to be there for you.
The loneliness weighed heavily on your chest, especially during moments like this, when your friends sat with their favorite people, completely absorbed in their own worlds. No one looked your way. No one noticed you at all.
You let out a quiet sigh, lowering your gaze to your notebook as the familiar ache of being overlooked gnawed at you. You didn’t ask for much. Just… recognition. The same kindness you extended to others. Was that too much to hope for?
"Hey, you good?"
Denki's voice broke through your thoughts, and you looked up to see him standing by your desk, his usual playful grin softened with concern. It wasn't the first time he had caught you staring off in your own little world, but today something was different. There was a deeper worry in his golden eyes.
"Yeah, I’m fine," you mumbled, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. You didn't want to burden him with your feelings. He was always so full of life, always laughing and making everyone else laugh. The last thing you wanted to do was bring him down with your own struggles.
But Denki didn’t buy it. He slid into the seat next to you, not taking his eyes off your face. "Nah, I don’t think so," he said quietly, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. "You’ve been… different lately. Quieter. And not in a 'good student’ kind of way."
Your heart gave a painful thud. Of course, Denki would notice. He had a way of picking up on things, especially when it came to people he cared about. But part of you still hesitated, unsure if you should even say anything. Would it even matter?
"It’s nothing," you tried again, though your voice wavered. "Just… you know, busy with school and stuff."
Denki leaned in closer, resting his elbows on the desk, still looking at you with that soft, unwavering gaze. "You know you can talk to me, right? I mean, I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I’m not that clueless either."
That comment made you chuckle, though it was a hollow sound. You sighed, staring down at your hands. The words were on the tip of your tongue, but they felt heavy, like speaking them would only make you sound pathetic. But Denki’s patience, the way he sat there, waiting, without pushing or prying, finally wore down your resolve.
"It’s just… I don’t know, Denki," you began slowly, your voice barely above a whisper. "Sometimes it feels like… like I’m just here. Like I’m part of everything but not really in it, you know?"
Denki’s brow furrowed in confusion, but he nodded for you to continue.
"I’m always around, always trying to be there for everyone, but no one seems to notice when… when I need someone." You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat making it difficult to continue. "It’s like I’m just this… floater friend. Always there but never really… there. And it hurts. A lot more than I thought it would."
Denki didn’t say anything for a moment, and the silence made you feel even more exposed. You shifted uncomfortably, wishing you could take it all back, wishing you hadn’t said anything at all.
But then Denki surprised you.
He reached out and gently took your hand, his touch warm and grounding. "You’re not just there," he said quietly, his voice filled with sincerity that made your chest tighten. "I see you. I’ve always seen you."
Your breath hitched, and you looked at him, blinking away the sudden sting of tears.
"I know what it’s like to feel like you’re in the background," Denki continued, his thumb brushing softly over the back of your hand. "It sucks. You feel like no one really sees you for who you are. But I do. I see how much you give to everyone. How much you care."
He smiled, but there was something tender in it now. "And it’s not fair that people don’t do the same for you. You deserve to be seen, to be appreciated… because you’re pretty amazing, you know that?"
You blinked, trying to process his words. The warmth of his hand in yours, the softness in his gaze — it all felt too much. Too overwhelming. But in the best way possible. For the first time in what felt like forever, someone was looking at you, really looking, and it wasn’t because you were there for them. It was because they were there for you.
"Denki…" Your voice broke, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned forward, burying your face against his shoulder. The tears you had been holding back finally spilled over, and for once, you didn’t feel like you had to hide them.
Denki wrapped his arms around you without hesitation, pulling you close as he rested his chin gently on top of your head. "I’ve got you," he whispered softly, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "You’re not alone, okay? Not as long as I’m around."
You stayed like that for a moment, letting his warmth and presence wash away the loneliness that had clung to you for so long. It didn’t make everything go away, but it made it a little easier to breathe.
After a while, Denki pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you with a playful grin. "Plus, if anyone keeps ignoring you, I’ll just zap 'em a little. Nothing too crazy, just enough to make ‘em pay attention."
You couldn’t help but laugh through your tears, shaking your head at his ridiculousness. "You’d get in so much trouble."
"Totally worth it," he replied, flashing you his signature grin. "Anything to make you smile again, Y/N."
And for the first time in a long while, you did. Not because you felt obligated, but because you knew, deep down, that Denki meant every word. You weren’t just the floater friend. You were seen. You were valued. And, for once, someone was there just for you.
How about I get some snacks and we watch a movie in the evening after our homework is done?" Kaminari offered sweetly.
You smiled softly, nodding your head eagerly. "Sounds like a plan."
