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[miyamor]

❝ the witchery of beautiful eyes. ❞

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[cyberesc]

THE BOY IS MINE. (PART 2)

pairing: Prohero!Bakugo x Prohero!Reader

rating: slight angst, hurt/comfort, reader needs a break tbh

note: I forgot where I was originally going with this story when I wrote this a few years ago since part 2 was only 70% done in my drafts, hope this was a good read ! it was fun writing dialogue for Hitomi, might bring her back for a new series🤐

part 1

You don't know when it happened, but somehow, your very existence seemed to aggravate Hitomi, for reasons you couldn’t understand. Your coworkers noticed it, even your assistant made a passing comment, but they urged you not to take it personally. Still, the cold stares, the subtle digs, and the way she tried to one-up you at every turn, it all started to wear on you. What you didn’t know was that her attitude stemmed from the time she spent in one-on-one training sessions with Bakugo.

The list of things Bakugo is good at is so long it would be stupid to write about, so it was obvious that he would be the perfect mentor. His sharp eyes caught every mistake, his feedback was brutally honest, and his results were undeniable. Hitomi knew this and respected him for it. But there was something else that ate away at her during those sessions, something that made her resentment towards you grow stronger with each passing day.

It started with the small comments Bakugo would make, things he probably didn’t even realize he was saying out loud. “Y/N always nails this move on the first try,” he muttered once, when Hitomi fumbled during a drill. Or, “You’re gripping too tight—Y/N knows how to balance strength with control.” At first, Hitomi tried to brush it off, telling herself that Bakugo was just using you as an example to push her to do better, after all you were in the top rankings of Japan for a reason. But the more it happened, the more it grated on her. It wasn't just that you were good—it was that you seemed to be the benchmark against which she was measured.

The worst part, the part that truly made her snap, came during a routine training session. Hitomi was testing the mobility of her suit after some recent upgrades, moving through the drills with the precision she had honed under Bakugo’s guidance. He observed her as usual, his sharp eyes catching every nuance, every mistake.

But then, as she finished a complex maneuver, he made a comment that made her blood run cold. “You’ve got the power, but you’re hesitating,” Bakugo remarked, his tone almost distracted. “They would’ve read that shift in a heartbeat, made the move smoother.” he continued under his breath.

He didn’t even look at her when he said it. The reference was subtle, but Hitomi knew exactly who he meant. He talked about you enough for her to pick up on the unspoken comparison.

It wasn’t just that he compared her to you; it was that, in his mind, you were the standard she could never reach. The unattainable.

In that moment, it solidified for Hitomi: no matter how hard she trained, no matter how perfectly she executed every move, she would always be second to you in his eyes. His words echoed in her head, taunting her, and she knew then that she wasn’t just competing with a fellow hero. She was battling against the idealized version of you that Bakugo seemed to hold onto, an impossible shadow she could never escape.

It wasn’t rare for Dynamight to be paired with lower-ranking heroes on missions or patrols, but you happened to be his frequent partner. You weren’t sure if it was because your quirks worked well together or because you could read each other in any situation. Little did you know, Bakugo’s unconscious behavior around you was something even his assistant had picked up on. He didn’t lose his temper as easily when you were around, and on the rare occasions he did, it was never directed at you. He even made subtle nods at reporters before blasting off with you by his side. Almost every mission you collaborated on ended successfully, a fact that wasn’t lost on the agency.

Hitomi had noticed, too. She watched the way Bakugo seemed more grounded when you were around, how he sometimes deferred to your judgment without argument, and how he never seemed to mind your presence. That’s what made her resentment so sharp—it was one thing to compete with you in training, but another thing entirely to see that you were already a fixture in the life of the hero she admired—the man she wanted.

Your first mistake, if you could even call it that, was during a debriefing session. Hitomi had suggested a strategy, one that was sound but flawed in a way only experience could detect. You pointed it out, offering a correction in a calm, professional manner. It wasn’t meant to be demeaning, but to Hitomi, it felt like a public embarrassment. And Bakugo, instead of defending her, nodded in agreement with you, reinforcing the gap between her and you in his mind.

Another time, in the break room, she overheard a conversation where Bakugo was praising your tactical instincts. He never did that for anyone else, not even her—the one he had personally trained to analyze and fight just like him. She had been mentored by the best, molded to think and act with the same precision and intensity that Bakugo himself embodied. So, it came as a shock when she realized that everything she did, using everything she had learned from him, wasn’t good enough to hold his attention.

From then on, every interaction with you became a painful reminder that you held a place in Bakugo’s life that she couldn’t touch. So, she decided to carve out her own space, to prove that she could be the one who stood by his side.

The tension between you two only grew, feeding off these moments until it became a palpable force within the agency. And as much as you tried to stay above it, to focus on your work and ignore the subtle hostility, it was impossible not to notice. The whispers of office gossip, the way Hitomi would shoot you a look whenever Bakugo acknowledged you in a meeting—it all added up, and it all pointed to the truth you were too kind to see: Hitomi wasn’t just competing with you. She wanted to take everything you had, including Bakugo.

Hitomi’s resentment towards you was not something she could easily suppress. It wasn’t just about competition; it was personal. And when she realized that Bakugo saw you as a benchmark she could never reach, it drove her to desperate measures. If she couldn’t directly compete with you on the field, she would try to outmaneuver you in the court of public opinion.

So she set up a rumor to shift the narrative. It began subtly, with carefully orchestrated moments designed to seed the idea in the media. She made sure to be seen with Bakugo frequently, arranging coincidental encounters that were just intimate enough to spark curiosity. It was all carefully planned to catch the eye of the paparazzi.

The crucial moment came when Hitomi arranged for an image to be captured. A staged photo, one that would make it look like she and Bakugo were involved in a romantic relationship. The key was using a lookalike, someone who bore a striking resemblance to Bakugo, someone subtle enough to create a convincing illusion without risking his actual reputation.

The resulting photo, taken from a distance, showed Bakugo— or allegedly Bakugo—with his arm around Hitomi’s shoulders.

She meticulously chose the location of Bakugo’s favorite konbini, a spot he frequented to fuel up between patrols. This particular konbini was a well-kept secret among a few close friends and had become a sort of personal refuge for him. By selecting this location, Hitomi aimed to make a statement—a pointed message aimed directly at you.

The magazine’s social media team spread the image far and wide, igniting a storm of speculation and gossip. Fans and media alike began buzzing about the potential romance, analyzing every interaction between Bakugo and Hitomi for signs of affection. The craze was relentless, and soon, it became a trending topic. Headlines everywhere echoed the same speculation, and Hitomi basked in the growing buzz.

It was a clever ploy. With Bakugo’s name and your connection to him constantly in the limelight, it created a smokescreen that obscured the truth and shifted public perception. By the time you and Bakugo were confronted with the rumor, it had already gained enough traction to cause serious damage. Hitomi had successfully planted the seeds of doubt, making it seem like she was the one who had captured Bakugo’s attention.

Hitomi’s actions were not just about rivalry. She was trying to erase your presence and position herself as the ideal partner, hoping that by winning over those around Bakugo and creating a convincing narrative, she could finally gain what she felt she deserved.

Hitomi’s plan was working, and you were now caught in the crossfire of a fight you hadn’t even realized you were part of. And that’s where it all began to unravel.

After your checkup at the agency’s infirmary, the reality of your situation set in. The injury was severe enough that your boss decided to put you on desk duty until you were fully recovered. It was frustrating, but you had little choice but to comply.

Today, you found yourself seated at your desk, sifting through paperwork and mission reports. The mundane tasks offered a welcome distraction from your physical pain, but it did little to quell the storm of emotions that raged within you.

The agency’s hallways bustled with activity, heroes and sidekicks moving about in their usual hurried fashion. You were doing your best to stay out of everyone’s way, trying to blend into the background. You were engrossed in organizing a stack of reports when there was a knock on your door.

“Come in,” you called, not looking up.

“Hey, Y/N!” The cheery, singsong voice of Hitomi reached your ears, and you tensed. You had hoped to avoid any direct communication with her, but it seemed luck wasn’t on your side today.

You looked up slowly, forcing a neutral expression onto your face as she approached you with a case file under one arm and a newspaper clutched in her hand. Her gaze flicked over to you with an expression that was anything but friendly.

“How can I help you?,” you said curtly, not in the mood for small talk.

“I thought you might want to see this,” she said, her tone dripping with false sweetness. She tossed the newspaper onto your desk and placed the case file beside it.

Looking down, your heart sank as you read the newspaper’s headline: “ANOTHER HERO BITES THE DUST! PRO HERO Y/H/N CAN’T HANDLE THE HEAT!” The article was filled with damning criticisms and snide remarks, painting you in a poor light due to your mess up.

Hitomi smirked as she noticed your reaction. “You know how it is. The media loves to stir up drama. Thought you’d appreciate the heads-up.” She gave you a patronizing wave and turned to leave.

The moment she was gone, you let out a heavy sigh, grabbing the newspaper and crumpling it in your hands. With a grimace, you tossed it into the trash can, trying to ignore the sting of humiliation that the article left behind.

It had been a week since the billboard incident, and despite your best efforts to avoid Bakugo, it was inevitable that you would cross paths eventually. You had spent those days focusing on your hero work, throwing yourself into your duties with an intensity that left you exhausted by the end of each day. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake the heavy weight in your chest.

Boring days of recovery were soon over. The bandages were finally coming off, and you were able to inspect your hero suit in preparation for your first patrol since the incident. The repairs were almost complete, and you hoped that getting back to work would help distract you from the recent turmoil.

As you were adjusting your suit in the testing room, you heard the door swing open. Hitomi walked in with her repaired support gear, her humming coming to a halt at the sight of you.

“Hey Y/N!” She greeted

You nodded in greeting, quickly attaching the support items to your suit to avoid a conversation.

She didn’t seem to notice your lack of enthusiasm. “I saw you around the other day but didn’t get a chance to chat. You’ve been working hard, haven’t you?” Her tone was laced with false sweetness, and you could sense the underlying hostility.

“Paperwork kept me busy,” you replied, adjusting the straps to your suit . You really didn’t want to have this conversation.

Her smile widened, as she took a step closer. “Well, you know how it is around here. There’s always something to keep us busy,” she said, her tone light. “I guess it’s why they say people like us need someone who understands the grind, right? Someone who gets how demanding this work can be.”

You felt a subtle tension in her words, but you weren’t sure where she was going with this. “Yeah, it’s a tough job.”

Hitomi’s eyes flickered with a hint of something more as she leaned in slightly. “Exactly. That’s why it’s so important to have someone who can keep up, someone who’s… on the same level. Makes things easier, don’t you think?”

There was an undercurrent to her words that you couldn’t ignore, but you weren’t ready to engage with it. “I suppose,” you replied cautiously.

She tilted her head, her smile never wavering. “Like Bakugo, for instance. He really needs someone who understands him, someone who’s in sync with him. It’s funny how the media picks up on these things.”

Your chest tightened, the implication of her words hitting you like a ton of bricks. “The media?” you asked, trying to keep your tone neutral.

“Oh, you know how they are,” she said with a casual shrug. “Always speculating about who’s with who, who’s spending time together… Sometimes they’re not too far off, though.” She chuckled softly, but there was a sharp edge to the sound. “But I guess that’s just part of being in the spotlight.”

You raised a brow at her words as she continued.

“You know—people talk. They notice who spends time together, who seems… close. But anyway, it’s a shame you’ve been avoiding Bakugo. But I guess it’s for the best.”

Realizing what she was insinuating, you could feel the tension building in your chest. “What are you getting at, Hitomi?”

She maintained that infuriatingly casual tone. “Oh, nothing specific. Just making an observation. But…let’s be real, Y/N. You were never really in the running, were you?”

You bit down on your tongue, recalling the lessons from your time as a sidekick at Endeavor's agency. Back then, you were trained to handle criticism and bounce back quickly. Being a hero meant facing harsh judgment from reporters and the press, and you had learned to develop a thick skin. You’d been through the wringer as a rookie, chewed up and spit out, and had come out stronger for it. Hitomi wasn’t the first to try and get under your skin, and she certainly wouldn’t be the last. Your resolve was solid, and you weren’t about to let her words shake you now.

Seeing that you had no reaction, she pressed on, her tone turning more aggressive. “Honestly, I’m surprised you’re even still around here. I mean, after that slip-up the other night, it’s a miracle you didn’t get yourself killed. Maybe you should stick to the sidelines and let the real heroes do the work.”

Something inside you snapped. The pain and frustration that had been building up for days suddenly burst free, and you opened your mouth to retort—but before you could say a word, a familiar voice cut through the air, sharp and angry.

“What the hell did you just say?”

You both turned to see Bakugo standing a few feet away, his crimson eyes narrowed dangerously as he glared at the sidekick. His presence was like a storm cloud rolling in, the atmosphere around him crackling with barely contained fury.

The sidekick’s confident demeanor faltered, her eyes widening in surprise and a hint of fear. “D-Dynamight! I was just—”

“You were just what?” Bakugo interrupted, stepping closer. “Talking shit to Y/H/N? Your superior?”

She stammered, clearly panicking. “I-I wasn’t… I didn’t mean—”

Bakugo’s expression darkened, his voice low and deadly calm. “You should know better than to run your mouth about things you don’t understand.”

The sidekick’s eyes darted between you and Bakugo, realizing she was in serious trouble. “But—”

Bakugo spoke over her, his patience completely gone. “You’ve got some nerve, talking like you know a damn thing about me or Y/N.”

You were frozen in place, watching the scene unfold in disbelief. Even after avoiding him for so long and keeping your distance, Bakugo was defending you—unrelentingly—and it was clear that he wasn’t going to let Hitomi off the hook.

“You’ve been nothing but a pain in the ass since you got here. Cause of what? All the delusional crap you read in a magazine? That ends now.”

The sidekick paled. “I’m sorry, Dynamight, I didn’t mean—”

“Save it. Now get the hell out of here.” he growled, not giving her a chance to finish.

You could hear when her heart broke, she glanced at you one last time, a look you read that you’ve won. Without another word, she bolted from the room, her confidence completely shattered. The moment she was gone, Bakugo turned his attention to you, his expression softening slightly, though the tension in his shoulders remained.

You stared at him, still reeling from what had just happened. “Bakugo, I—”

“Don’t,” he interrupted, his tone gentler than before. “Don’t apologize for her being a damn idiot.”

“I wasn’t going to apologize,” you said quietly. “I just… I didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know what?” he asked, his brow furrowing.

You looked down at your feet, your voice barely above a whisper. “About the rumors… I thought it was true.”

Bakugo let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Of course you did. Those vultures love to stir up shit for clicks. None of it was true. I’m not dating her—or anyone.”

You felt lighter from his words but quickly pushed down the hope that tried to rise in your chest. “But why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t think I needed to,” he muttered, looking almost sheepish. “I told you before, I wasn’t interested in dating. And I figured you’d know I wouldn’t get involved in that kind of crap.”

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of relief and lingering hurt. “I… I didn’t want to assume anything. And after what I saw… I guess I thought I had misread everything between us.”

Bakugo’s gaze softened, and he stepped closer, his hand resting on your shoulder. “You didn’t misread anything. I know what I said before—But that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you, dumbass.”

The warmth of his hand on your shoulder, the sincerity in his eyes—it was too much. Your resolve crumbled, and you felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “I thought you were just stringing me along.”

Bakugo’s heart ached at the sight of your tears, and without hesitation, he gently pulled you into a hug, his arms wrapping around you protectively. “’m sorry… I can be a total idiot sometimes, but I’d never screw with you on purpose.”

He rested his chin on your head. “So, don’t let that bullshit get to you.”

You buried your face in his chest, letting yourself relax into his embrace. “I missed you,” you mumbled into his hero suit, the words escaping before you could stop them.

He let out a soft huff, his hand moving to the back of your head, holding you close. The sound of his heart skipping a beat was unmistakable. “Missed you too, idiot. We’ll figure this out, okay? Just… don’t shut me out again.”

You nodded against his chest, feeling the weight that had been pressing down on you finally start to lift. “Okay.”

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look you in the eyes, his thumb brushing away a stray tear from your cheek. “Look, I’m not great at this, but… I want to try. With you.”

Your breath hitched, hope flaring back to life in your chest. “Really?”

Bakugo nodded, his expression serious. “Yeah. We can take it slow, figure things out…but I’m not letting you walk away.”

A small smile tugged at your lips as you looked up at him. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Katsuki.”

He smiled, his dimples appearing at the sound of his first name rolling off your tongue, and he leaned in, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to your forehead. “Good.”

You leaned into him, feeling the last remnants of doubt melt away. As he pulled back, you felt his breath against your skin. His eyes flickered down to your lips, with an unspoken question hung in the air. Without overthinking it, you leaned up on your toes, closing the small distance between you.

Bakugo hesitated for the briefest of moments, then closed the gap, capturing your lips in a kiss that was tender. Everything he couldn’t say with words was poured into that kiss—every frustration, every ounce of care, every unresolved feeling that had been simmering between you for so long.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you leaned into the kiss, the warmth of his embrace grounding you. His hands settled on your waist, pulling you closer as if he was afraid you might slip away. The world around you seemed to fade, leaving just the two of you in that moment.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other’s. His eyes were still half-lidded, a faint blush coloring his cheeks—a rare sight for him.

“Damn idiot,” he muttered softly, his voice laced with affection. “Should’ve kissed me sooner.”

You couldn’t help but smile, your fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw. “Maybe I was waiting for you to make the first move.”

He huffed, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Guess I’ll have to make up for lost time, then.”

Before you could respond, he pulled you in for another kiss, this one deeper, more confident—like he was staking his claim. And you kissed him back with equal fervor, knowing that, this time, you weren’t going to let anything or anyone come between you.

When you finally broke apart, you stayed in his arms, content and more at ease than you had felt in weeks. The uncertainty that had plagued you was gone. And for now, that was more than enough.

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[starsharkz]

Say you love me!

Synopsis- Pranking the MHA boys by not saying ‘I love you’ back!

Ft- Katsuki Bakugo! Izuku Midoriya! Shoto Todoroki! Ejirou Kirishima! Denki Kaminari! Sero Hanta!

AN-the time stamps tell you how long it took me to finish this💔

[miyamor]

❝ CAN I BE YOUR BOYFRIEND?; ❞

۶ৎ ft. k. bakugou, h. sero, d. kaminari navigation mha masterlist

۶ৎ the MHA boys as malcolm todd's walk to class lyrics !!

⤷ KATSUKI BAKUGO ⭑.ᐟ

And when you don't call me back I guess I just get a little bit sad

you have a bigger effect on katsuki than he'd like to admit. throughout the years, he made himself accustomed to being alone. albeit he never felt lonely, he preferred being alone.

it gave him the opportunity to organize his thoughts and understand his mind. he had a goal to reach, after all.

never did he expect to be so welcoming to noise. your noise filled his days like wildfire. he attempted to put it out of course, numerous times. unfortunately for him, he was never successful.

by noise, it's your persistence to accompany him on gym days, your excitement to help him cook for the class, and your want to just be with him. he doesn't understand. he couldn't.

he just had to experience it for himself.

the day he didn't find you beside him right as he entered the classroom was the day he felt deafening silence. it wasn't the silence he enjoyed, either. and it was pissing him off.

where were you? why aren't you here bothering him like you're supposed to?

later that day, he found you sprawled across your bed, completely unconscious. turns out you had a fever and had to skip the day.

for the rest of the night, katsuki insisted on staying with you to take care of your "disgusting sick ass". you had to make up for the time he wasn't able to spend with you today, after all.

⤷ HANTA SERO ⭑.ᐟ

Tell me where you're gonna be when I'm gone You've got more of my own heart than I got

hanta always seemed to find himself wherever you were. if you were baking cookies in the kitchen, he’d be sitting by the counter, pretending to help but mostly stealing dough. if you were buried in aizawa’s homework, he’d be sprawled on your bed, tuning his guitar, filling your quiet with soft chords.

somehow, you never ran out of things to do whenever he was aroound. hanta teaches you how to play your favorite song on the guitar, invites you to hangouts with his circle, and challenges you on sparring sessions.

then, the more-than-friends less-than-lovers act came along. your classmates used to think it was normal how one of you was always leaning against the other during movie nights. but the rise in tension between the two of you couldn't be ignored. it was funny how the both of you dragged each other in circles.

quiet messages shared through eye contact, hands brushing against one another on late night walks, and the constant routine of sharing earphones whenever you were out in public.

he has officially, purposefully intertwined you into his everyday life. what would he do without you?

realization hit him like a punch in the gut. you were supposed to be just friends this whole time. but after giving it some thought, maybe he doesn't mind giving you a little more of his heart. maybe, you already had it anyway.

⤷ DENKI KAMINARI ⭑.ᐟ

I've been so afraid since I lost my last girlfriend But my crush on you forms a lot more true

he laughed it off at first, taking it as his heart playing games with him again. but the weeks leading up to his outburst of feelings were hectic. everyday, he double– triple checked his heart wondering if this was real or just another spark that would burn out soon.

he's been building up self doubt ever since his last relationship fell apart. denki started mistaking thrill for love, and comfort for somekind of connection. friendships ruined because of the buzz of confusion and misguided feelings.

until you came along.

the young hero's spark was finally back. he was thrilled to experience the flutter of a butterfly in his stomach, the gentle excitement in his chest, and the idea of a new beginning all over again.

confessing his feelings was a whole rollercoaster experience for the both of you. denki's feelings pouring out at an uncontrollable pace, his words probably not making sense to anyone listening but the two of you.

that's when it clicked. all this wasn't just for some silly crush on his classmate. he was in love. more than his mind would ever dare admit.

a/n: more for the other boys def coming soon!! i was js so excited for these three:')

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[miyamor]

❝ PROVE ME WRONG; ❞

۶ৎ ft. k. bakugou navigation mha masterlist

۶ৎ katsuki's confession doesn't go as planned.

"no you don't."

"wait- huh? fuck ya mean I don't?" katsuki had you cornered between his dorm door and his stupidly broad chest. you probably looked dumb looking up at him compared to how intensely he stared down at you. wasn't the ac in his room on? why the hell are you starting to sweat so much?

your mouth opened and closed, then opened just to close again. no matter how hard you tried, no words seemed to come out. he still stared at you, and he doesn't plan on stopping until he gets an explanation as to why you're doubting him now. now that he's finally built up the courage to pour his heart out to you.

how'd you even get here in the first place? you were just supposed to give katsuki a rundown on what the class had planned for this weekend. why did momo have to send you anyway. you heard her and mina mention you and katsuki in a conversation earlier today, but that has nothing to do with this, right?

"y/n." katsuki's ever so gruff voice snapped you out of your thoughts. his eyes search yours for a possible answer, and he immediately fails. katsuki gives up and steps back just the tiniest bit.

"I mean every damn thing I said. I wouldn't just be blurting it out if I wasn't honest. ya think I'd put up the effort to lie to both myself and you? hell no." katsuki rubs a hand over his face, trying to cover up his panic at your lack of response. heavy tension continued to fill the air as both of you anticipated the explanation you were struggling to give him.

"it's just so hard to believe." you break away from his stare and fidget with the end of your shirt.

"you're great and all, don't get me wrong. you're smart, you're strong as hell, there's no doubt there." you sigh, building up the courage to meet the blonde hero's eyes again. you were immediately met with his strong gaze that still seemed to be searching for answers through your eyes. it was a struggle to breathe as you paused before continuing.

"and I'm just... me."

"that's exactly my point." katsuki steps closer again, leaving only the smallest amount of space between the two of you.

"don't give me bullshit about me being all this and that when the sole reason I'm only doing and saying all this is because you're you. I like you for you. unconditionally." despite your attempts at keeping your eyes on his, your strength faltered as he finished talking. opting to stare at his chest instead. katsuki had such a weird effect on you and it was frustrating.

"look... I get that it's hard to believe now." katsuki reaches a hand to tilt your head upwards so he could make sure you were looking at him. for the first time since you walked into his room, you finally let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding.

"so let me spend a lifetime proving it to you, yeah?"

a/n: this is so..... yeah. i'll do better guys

© miyamor 2025 please do not edit, translate, or repost onto any other platform

[seumyo]

the aftermath of a confession with bakugou katsuki.

NOTE. the final part of Bakugou never really liked you and A heart to hold yours!

No one talks about the silence that follows a confession.

You felt it settle between you like fog—thick, unmoving, impossible to breathe through. Your heartbeat thrummed loudly in your ears, so loud, in fact, that you were sure he could hear it too. Bakugou stood across from you, hands shoved in his pockets, jaw flexing as he stared at you with an expression you couldn’t read—shock, confusion, or something else you didn’t want to assume.

Pity, perhaps.

You swallowed hard. “I—I didn’t say it to pressure you,” you muttered, staring at the ground because looking into his eyes felt like staring into the sun. “I just… I needed you to know.”

Bakugou shifts lightly, the gravel under his shoes crunching. It’s a tiny sound, but it punches a hole through his suffocating silence. He didn’t speak at first. He blinked once, twice, and his throat bobbed in a swallow.

“Damn,” he finally breathed out. “You really dropped that on me outta nowhere.”

You winced. “Sorry.”

“I didn’t say it was bad,” he replied immediately, voice gentler than his words. “Just… unexpected.”

The silence lingered again, stretching too long, too tense. You fiddled with the hem of your sleeve, biting back the burn in your eyes. You had rehearsed this so many times—how you’d smile, laugh it off, tell him it was fine. But now that you’d said the words out loud, you felt raw, exposed, fragile.

You can feel his eyes on you, heavy and searching for the right words to even say, and it makes you want to fold into yourself. Because—wow, you might as well give yourself a pat on the back and a medal for catching Bakugou Katsuki off guard to the point of his silence. You hated this.

You hate the feeling like you’re dangling over a cliff you willingly stepped off of.

“You should look at me when you’re talkin’ about somethin’ like this,” he says finally.

You squeeze your eyes shut for a second, breath catching before you force yourself to look at him. Your vision blurs for a moment, panic-spark tears glossing over before you quickly blink through them—managing to save yourself from further embarrassment. His expression is softer than you expected this time around—his lips pressed in a thoughtful line. With something gentler that you can’t name.

“Okay,” he murmurs. He inhaled, long and slow, like he was steadying himself. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter. “First—thanks. For tellin’ me.”

Your breath hitches. You weren’t expecting gratitude.

Bakugou continues, “I know it wasn’t easy for you, dumbass.”

You smiled despite your misery. “Thanks... I think.”

“I’m serious,” he tells you, and there’s no sign of mocking in his face. “But...”

Your chest clenched. “But?”

He grimaced. “But I don’t—shit.” He rubbed the back of his neck, frustrated not at you, but at the situation, at himself for not knowing how to navigate it. “I don’t feel that way. Not right now. Not about… anyone except—well.”

“I know,” you said softly. “I know you like someone else.”

Bakugou’s eyes flickered with surprise, then softened with something like guilt. “Yeah. Remembered talking to you about it.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, even though it wasn’t. Not fully, anyway. “I didn’t tell you expecting you’d magically like me back. I just—” You exhaled shakily. “I didn’t want you thinking I was hanging around for some secret reason. I didn’t want our friendship to feel like a lie. And I thought, ‘If I don’t say it now, then when?’ When would I be brave rather than be a coward?”

Bakugou stared at you for a long moment, something serious dancing in his vision. “I never thought that,” he said, voice low. “Not once.”

“Sorry. I’m being stupid,” your lips pursed in a little frown.

He stepped forward, not close enough to crowd you, but close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. “Stop saying that crap.” His voice was gruff but steady. “You’re not stupid for having feelings. Hell, you’ve got more guts than half the idiots I know.”

You gave a small, breathy laugh. “That’s… supposed to be a compliment?”

“Obviously,” he huffed. “I’m trying here, you know.”

“You’re doing fine.”

. . .

“Are we—are we still okay?” you asked.

Bakugou rolled his eyes, then reached out and placed a hand gently—so gently—on your shoulder. It was awkward and hesitant, like he was afraid you’d break. He really wasn’t one for physical touch. “Of course we’re still okay. Why the hell wouldn’t we be?”

You stared at his hand, the warmth of it pulling you back to reality. “But things will change, eventually.”

. . .

“There’s more to that,” he noted, “so tell me. Get it out of your chest.”

Oh, he knew you too well to even hide anything from him.

“Because...” you gulped; it was now or never. “Everyone said confessions ruin friendships. That the moment I caught feelings, the friendship was already ruined. It changes things, right? And—” And because I hoped for something beyond it, you dare not add.

He didn’t deny it. His jaw tightened. “Maybe. But not in a way that means losing each other—unless you decide you want distance. I’ll give you that if you need it.”

You shook your head. “No. I don’t want distance. I just… I need a little time to get over it. But I still want to be your friend. Like before.”

“Good,” he said quietly. “Because I still want you around. I’d be pissed if you just walked outta my life after everything.”

Your chest warmed at that. “You’re really bad at being comforting, you know.”

He groaned. “I’m trying to be nice! Why’re you making it difficult?”

You laughed, genuinely this time, and he relaxed a little, the tension easing from his shoulders.

Then his voice softened again. “Hey… for what it’s worth,” he murmured, “I’m glad you trusted me with this. Even if I’m not the guy who can give you the answer you wanted.”

“Really?”

“I know why you’re my friend, dumbass. If I didn’t trust you just as you do to me, I wouldn’t’ve told you half the shit I’ve told you.” He scoffs. “Hell, you know stuff I wouldn’t admit under torture.”

Your eyes met his—steady, sincere, gentle in a way only you ever got to see.

“That’s enough,” you answered. “Really.”

Bakugou gave a small nod. “Then we’re good?”

You inhaled deeply, exhaled, and nodded. “Yeah. We’re good.”

He squeezed your shoulder once—firm, reassuring—before pulling his hand back. “C’mon. Let’s get outta here before you start crying again. I don’t have tissues.”

You rolled your eyes. “You could just say you’re worried.”

“Don’t push it,” he muttered.

“You... took this a lot better than I thought you would.”

“Well, yeah. Kinda the point. You trusted me enough to say how you feel—not through text. Least I could do is not be a dick about it.”

“That’s a low bar.”

“Shaddup.”

. . .

Noticing you go quiet again, he sighed, stepping closer and flicking your forehead lightly. “[Name]. People have unrequited shit all the time. Doesn’t mean they can’t still care about each other after, ‘kay?”

You yelped, rubbing your forehead. “Ow... okay, okay!”

“Good. You’ll live.”

“You’re mean.”

“Takes one to know one, idiot.”

“I’m not mean, prick!”

“Lie all you want so you can sleep at night or whatever.”

“Not.”

“Are.”

“Not.”

“Are. I’m not doing this back-and-forth shit with you again.”

And even though your heart still hurt, you felt lighter than you had in weeks—because now, at least, the truth was out, and he was still there. You were free, but he was still here.

Still your friend.

Still Katsuki.

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[miyamor]

the week to come.

ep. 01; EYES UP HERE! smau series ft. shoto todoroki and katsuki bakugou

an hour later, you're standing to the left of the school's gymnasium stage. anticipating the arrival of your co-teachers' pro heroes, and dreading yours.

the principal finishes up his speech, encouraging the students' excitement for the week to come. hence, here it comes. the heroes' entrance parade. one by one, each pro hero's name is called as they enter the gym's doors.

the children cheer as deku was called into the room, pinky bringing a smile to all the students' faces as soon as she stepped in, ingenium made sure to wave to each kid he passed by, and suneater, being his usual self, opted to offer a curt smile to anyone he managed to make eye contact with.

at least three more heroes were called before you heard the names you feared the most. it almost seemed like dynamight had his lips glued in a straight line before he made his way to the school. the students clapped and cheered, and all he managed to offer were grunts.

'we're off to a great start already' you think to yourself, watching dynamight make his stand beside deku. you wonder how he's still friends with such a kind soul.

half a minute passes when shoto was called to the gym. atleast he was able display a kind smile to the kids as they shouted his name. a few more heroes later, and they were finally complete.

"now," the principal started. it's a miracle how he wasn't out of breath after introducing all those names. the kids were able to tone down their excitement to properly listen, although whispers of thrill were still shared among the younger kids.

"each hero will be visiting your classrooms in a few minutes. for now, students, please head back to your classrooms along with your homeroom teachers while I assist our visitors. thank you, and have an amazing pro heroes week, everyone!"

"when are they going to get here, miss?" you could only sigh. it was your ninth time hearing that question ever since you gathered your class and started to walk back to their classroom.

"I'm sure mr. shoto and mr. dynamight will drop by anytime soon, hiro. let's be patient, hm?" you give the young boy an encouraging pat on the back after seeing the vague disappointment on his face.

'what's taking them so long?' truth be told, it's only been three minutes since you got back from the gym. your students' questions just seemed to make time go slower than it usually did.

you attempt to get the kids busy while you wait, engaging them in a conversation about the stories you've read with them the week before. a knock at the door pulled your attention away from the discussion amongst the students.

you take a deep breath before walking to the door to greet your visitors. your stomach twisted and turned just at the thought of having both of them in your classroom. won't just make you have two more kids to look after?

maybe you're underestimating them too much. they're pro heroes for a reason, after all. don't be so quick to judge.

you're doing this for your students anyway. only for them. their voices of excitement behind you only strengthened your motivation even more. you can survive this week.

...right?

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[vanillyeee]

Title: tape and stardom

Synopsis: the popular girl everyone knows and admires has always kept her distance from the “quirky nerds” at school—until she starts noticing Sero, the quiet, brainy boy who seems to always have a smile for her. What starts as small interactions in the library and hallways slowly turns into something more… unexpectedly sweet.

Side note: I'M GETTING ANOTHER CAT TODAY AH anyways idk why I made sero so nerdy

You were used to the world revolving around you—smiles, waves, and endless whispers followed you wherever you went. Being popular had its perks, but it was exhausting sometimes. That’s why the library had become your sanctuary. Away from prying eyes, away from people trying to get your attention, just you… and books.

Except today, it wasn’t just books.

A familiar soft voice startled you. “Hey, uh… do you mind if I sit here?”

You looked up to see him—Sero. Nerdy, quiet, the boy whose name had barely made it into casual conversation, yet somehow, he always seemed to notice you. And not in a ‘I want your attention’ way, but in a genuine, almost shy, way.

“Sure,” you said, gesturing to the empty seat beside you. He smiled, that small, warm smile that made your chest do a little flip.

As the silence stretched, you found yourself watching him. His hands moved skillfully as he doodled notes and diagrams in his notebook, tape stickily wrapped around his fingers from who-knows-what invention.

“You always study in here?” you asked, trying to start a conversation.

“Uh… yeah,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s… quieter than the cafeteria.”

You smiled softly. “I can relate.”

Days turned into weeks, and the library became your little secret meeting spot. He would show up with notes, you with your latest gossip-free escape. Conversations grew longer, laughs came easier. And you noticed the little things: how he pushed his glasses up when he was thinking, how he’d absentmindedly twirl the end of his tape, how his eyes lit up when he finally solved a problem.

One afternoon, he glanced at you nervously. “I… uh, I made something. For you.”

Your curiosity piqued, you leaned in. It was a small device, a mix of tape rolls and string, obviously made by him.

“It’s… kind of like a… bookmark holder? I mean, I wanted you to be able to keep your place without losing your page… and, uh…” He trailed off, blushing.

You laughed softly, touched by the gesture. “It’s perfect, Sero. Thank you.”

He grinned, that shy but genuine grin. “I… I’m glad you like it.”

From that day, what started as quiet glances and small smiles grew into something more. Pop star of the halls, nerd of the library—two worlds colliding in the simplest, sweetest way. And somehow, it felt just right.

[miyamor]

❝ FRAGMENTS OF YOU; ❞

۶ৎ ft. k. bakugou navigation mha masterlist

۶ৎ he knew every part of you. every part he's ever loved and adored. that'd be great, if only he remembered that you're the one he loves.

"katsuki? what are you doing?" mitsuki caught her son trying to make a cup of hot chocolate at 6 in the morning. the boy never drinks hot chocolate.

"hot chocolate. I just-" katsuki didn't know what to answer his mother either. why was he trying to make that damn drink? mitsuki could only look at her son with pity. you loved hot chocolate.

it's been a month since the war ended, and just a few weeks after katsuki had been let out of the hospital. ever since he woke up, he started doing routines that he seemed all too accustomed too, he just didn't know how or why. whenever he left the house he made sure to bring an extra water bottle with him. just like he is now, he makes a cup of hot chocolate every saturday. just for it to be set aside the whole day, untouched. he keeps checking his phone, as if anticipating a message. he just didn't know from who.

the strangest things have been happening to him for weeks and it only frustrated him even more. when he first woke up, he was met with your face. you were seated beside him, cradling his left hand while waiting for him to open his eyes. he didn't know who you were. why the hell would his mom let a stranger into his hospital room?

despite his unfamiliarity with you, there was an ache in his chest seeing tears roll down your cheeks when his eyes finally adjusted to the light. he was desperate to hold your cheek and tell you everything would be okay. that he would be okay.

"I'll take that for you, hon." it irked katsuki how strange his mom has been acting too. since when was she so soft with him? and why did she care so much for you?

the day of his discharge from the hospital, he saw the two of you together. mitsuki was handing you a cup of something. was that hot chocolate? you were staring to tear up again. katsuki felt as if the air was punched out of his lungs when he saw the gloss over your eyes.

mitsuki finally noticed him standing to the side and quickly walked over to him. you only glanced over and offered him a wave and a gentle smile, despite your tears. it took everything in him to restraint himself from walking past his mom to you and to bring you in his arms.

he didn't know who you were. but he cared. he hated to see you cry, and he hated how upset you looked at the sight of him.

now, the chocolate drink sat cold on the kitchen counter. he forgot to put the marshmallows in. the chocolate was missing one of the most important parts of it. who told him that again?

he'd have to remember the marshmallows next time. but then again, no one would be drinking that anymore anyway.

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[nemisuki]

pranking him gone... right? || izuku midoriya x f!reader, mha drabbles, pure fluff, 367 words (◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

"i think i'm going to sleep in my own room today..."

it's almost comical how quickly izuku forgets the pencil in his hands—now spinning around to look at you, eyes slightly widened with worry. oh my god.

it takes everything in you to not come clean, pretending to scroll through your phone with faked nonchalance, though your heart aches at his nervous little fidgets.

"ah—i'm sorry y/n," he sheepishly chuckles, being optimistic as ever, "can you repeat that? i think i misheard you..."

you're honestly not too shocked by his reaction. it is incredibly rare for you NOT be clinging to his every move, often sticking to him like a constant shadow... but it's not your fault!

i mean—who can resist that adorable face?!

you bite back a smile, humming softly, "i said i'm not sleeping over today, i kinda miss my own bed."

he perks up, "oh! then we could stay over there tonight, i don't mind!" he happily exclaims, already reaching for his slippers and night time essentials, "let's see... phone? check. snacks? check. my limited edition all might blanket? check—"

for the love of....

"ah—i can't do it!" you whine, quickly pulling him into bed beside you, his eyes widening as he abruptly tumbles against the mattress, "y-y/n?!"

you're immediately scooting closer, enveloping him in a tight embrace that has him seeing stars. his cheeks flush bright red, "what— this— i thought you wanted to sleep in your room?!"

"please forgive me—i was just pranking you izu'! but i couldn't keep it up any longer," you sigh, resting your hand against his cheek, and mindlessly tracing his pretty freckles, "you're just too cute..."

he lets out a small squeak, "c-c-cute?!"

you audibly groan, squishing his cheeks in retaliation, "that's exactly what i mean—! stop being so cute!"

"mph?! whaf—i dont understanfh—" he tries explaining, but ultimately falling victim to your clingy schemes.

let's just say the night ended with lots of cuddling, face kisses and a silent vow to yourself... that you'll never prank the poor boy again.

➤ navigation || @leleyro @skylermiller1 @aikojwhpa (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

[beachtears]

ejiro kirishima is clingy at night

You woke up thirsty. Body warm, and mouth parched. You blinked open your eyes, reaching for the glass on your bedside. A fruitless shake confirmed your assumption, it was empty. You adjusted the large arm that was thrown across you until you could comfortably slide out of Kirishima’s grip. His body moved as you stepped off the bed, rolling onto his back with his arms spread out like wings.

You picked up your glass from your bedside table, and quietly walked into the bathroom, filling up the cup and downing the glass in a few large gulps. You repeated the process once more, and were about to turn around when an arm wrapped around your waist, and Kirishima’s head rested on your shoulder.

“Why’d you leave?” He asked, burying his nose into your shoulder. He always awoke slower than you, a side effect of the late and physically exhausting nights of a pro hero. You couldn’t help but giggle slightly at his groggy state.

“I was thirsty.” You replied, turning around as his body sunk into yours even more. His hair, loose, yet almost spiky from red dye and gel tickled the skin on your shoulder where your shirt had slipped off. 

“That’s stupid.” Kirishima mumbled. You turned your head to him, pressing a light kiss against his cheek.

“Let’s go back to bed.” You told him. He nodded, lifting his head and walking back with you, his hand tangling with yours.

He collapsed onto the bed first, tugging you in after you set down the glass. Once you were underneath the sheets he pulled you to his chest, bare arms wrapped tightly around your shoulder. You pressed a kiss onto his chest, closing your eyes as the warm feeling lulled you to sleep.

note: little kiri drabble bc i'm tired and i love him sm.

[miyamor]

❝ STICK TO THE SCRIPT; ❞

۶ৎ ft. e. kirishima navigation mha masterlist

۶ৎ your relationship was as healthy as ever. what could've caused it all to falter?

"you think I'm that much of an idiot?" eijiro was staring you down, strong and unwavering. you could only sigh at his stubbornness.

"yeah? because why would you believe a stranger over me? for god's sake eijiro, I've put up with your ass for more than three years!" you couldn't help raising your voice. eijiro wasn't willing to give up on this conversation so easily.

"they had proof, y/n. I saw you with him. you weren't trying to hide it either so spare me your half-assed explanations and leave." he never raised his voice but the way he talked to you colder than ever hurt more than a shout. you swore you wouldn't cry in front of him, never again.

"leave?" you scoffed. "you're really doing this, huh?"

"people like you disgust me. I'm sure your boy toy would be more than willing to have you, y/n. I never want to see you again." eijiro's tone sent chills down your spine. since when did he learn to speak to others like this? you felt your eyes start to water as you open your mouth to snap back.

"CUT!" you hear your director exclaim as you were taken out of your trance. you were on a movie set. right. you were still stuck on the spot you stood, unable to move. until you started to hear voices from the background crew around you.

you breathe a sigh of relief, realizing the scene was over. you didn't know how much more of that conversation you could take.

"alright, let's take a five minute break, everyone! ashido I'm gonna need you near the left side of the set later." you were too focused on the instructions being given that you didn't realize eijiro staring at you. not with the same coldness he had just a minute ago, no. his scowl was replaced by his usual easygoing grin and wide eyes.

as the director finishes up his instructions, you turn to eijiro. just now realizing how much his expression had changed. you raise an arm, gesturing for a hug. your boyfriend quickly complies and comes closer to you. despite his grin, he talks to you in a low tone.

"I never want to talk to you like that ever again. I want you to slap me in the face if I ever use that tone with you." he whispers with a nervous laugh. you sigh and run your fingers through his hair. eijiro felt content with his arm around your waist and his head resting on your shoulder.

"I know sweetheart, I know."

a/n: I had the most random light blub moment yesterday and js had to put it out there no matter how bad this ended up being :p

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[miyamor]

GLAD TO HEAR THAT + i relate w the school problems 💔 currently neck deep in 10th grade exams and im so cooked

but it’s ok twin we will power thru these tough times ✊

YOU'VE GOT THIS I TRUST ☝🏻

we'll js have to power through this unfortunately 🥀

[miyamor]

I MISSED YOU TOO MY LITTLE CUPCAKE TOPPER 🥹❤️‍🩹

how have you been lately?? :3

HIHIHI STAR 😽

I'M DOING GREAT!! 11th grade is so hectic somehow I'm always busy 🥀

HOW ABOUT YOUU?

[miyamor]

❝ PAST LOVE CONQUERS ALL; ❞

۶ৎ ft. h. sero navigation mha masterlist

۶ৎ your love was supposed to last for an eternity. but apparently, that eternity only lasted until she showed up again.

“how’d we get here, hanta?” you were frustrated. frustrated with how the so-called love of your life couldn’t answer any of your questions, and frustrated with how neither of you could bear to look each other in the eye.

it’s disheartening how your shared apartment had never felt colder. the sun had set hours ago, and the air conditioning made you miss the warmth of hanta’s embrace even more. his phone hadn’t stopped ringing since your conversation started, and hanta knew it was starting to get on your nerves.

“I really don’t know what else you want me to say, darling.” he exhales as he declines the call for the seventh time. hanta rubs his hands over his face, as if he were even more tired than you were.

“don’t you dare ‘darling’ me. only hanta gets to call me that, and you know it.” his phone was starting to ring again. you stand up from your seat on the couch and continue packing your things. all you saw was red as you shoved skincare products hanta had bought you for your third anniversary a month ago into the bag you pulled out from the closet just earlier. your eyes got even blurrier as you heard hanta stand up and start walking toward you. he didn’t even bother to decline the call anymore.

“I'm still your hanta, y/n. nothing has changed.” he wraps his arms around you, and it took everything in you not to turn around and slap him right then and there.

“admitting that you miss a past lover means nothing to you? how would you feel if I said that about bakugou?” you turn around and push him away. he was starting to get too close for comfort, and you didn’t think that could be good for either of you, given the situation.

his eyes widened, and you could tell hanta was starting to see red too. he turned to grab his phone and end another incoming call. who the hell could be so excited to talk to him right now? though you knew you didn’t really need an answer to that question. he breathes out another sigh as he takes a seat on the couch. hanta looks back up at you, the warmth and love in his gaze now completely gone.

“you and I both know that’s different. mina was a high school fling, for god’s sake. bakugou loved you more than his career.”

“a high school fling that took you years to move on from? a high school fling that you introduced to your whole family? you’re not fooling anyone, hanta. and the difference between us is that I actually love my current spouse.” you turn back around to continue packing your things, trying to stop yourself from getting even more frustrated.

“she comes waltzing back from a mission abroad and all of a sudden I'm an afterthought to you?” hanta’s phone is ringing again.

“just because she now has all the free time in the world, she’s bringing you lunch at work every day? and you didn’t even bother to hide how giddy you were every time you bought her a drink whenever we’re out with friends.” you hear hanta decline the call.

“and don’t even get me started on the way you two look at each other. you’re practically gonna burn through each other’s skulls at this point.” hanta stands from his seat on the couch just as you finish packing your things.

“you know, izuku kept telling me about—” you turn around mid-rant to look hanta in the eye. he was standing beside your apartment door, holding it open.

“I’m tired. and I know you are too.” he sighs and leans against the door. “if you’re intent on leaving, be my guest. I don't have the right to stop you from doing what you want.” now you were even more upset than when the conversation first started.

“you’re right. you don’t have the right to stop me from doing what I want, but I sure as hell know that you have the right to keep loving me if you’re true to your word. you have the right to tell me that it’ll be okay and that none of what I’m thinking is true.” you swing your bag over your shoulder and start walking to the door.

you stop right in front of hanta and take his hand to hold.

“if you really loved me, you’d stop me from leaving. please.” that last part came out as a whisper. you were too weak to beg hanta to do anything. to your dismay, he pulls his hand away and opens the door even wider.

“I'm sorry.” he mumbles, and you hear his phone start to ring again. just as you felt tears form in your eyes, you turned to the door and stepped outside.

“I love you. but not enough to make you pick between me and another girl.” you continue walking and don’t even bother to look back. everything happened so fast, looking back would only break you more. you hear the door shut behind you, and you could feel hanta’s hesitation to close it from a mile away.

hanta walks back into the apartment and picks up his phone from the couch. he finally answers the call that had been ringing all night.

“mina? hey. yeah, of course i’m free tonight.”

a beat passes.

“alright, I'll see you later. bye.”

hanta sighs and looks over to the dining table, where a flower-filled vase was placed. he gave you those flowers a few days ago, “just because.” to his surprise, they were already starting to rot. and he could tell that you brought all the warmth of the apartment with you when you left.

a/n: i heart hanta

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[miyamor]

Can I please be added to your tag list for eyes up here? 🙇‍♀️🛐🙇‍♀️🛐

HIII ofc darling!!

so sorry for not updating in so long, next chapter will come vv soon though!!