I go by Monst and I partake in slow updates here unfortunately: I do read faster than I write so enjoy all the reblogs lol
I like the color orange it's not relevant, just thought I'd put it out there
Uh the bnha master list is definitely not up to date and needs a revamp (I will probably get to that eventually, someday...soon...) Speaking of it Here's the DC one
Here's the BHNA one.
Here's the Kinktober2024 one
Anyways if you're interested below is basically the what's what. Stick around if you want.
Okay cool! Let’s get to it:
All characters for nsfw stuff are aged up 18+ (If you’re one of those (Can't separate reality from fiction/fantasy) then the unfollow/block buttons haven’t moved from their location and you are free to use them at your discretion )
If you're a minor while I can't stop you from reading I will block you if I catch you interacting with any of my 18+ content posts. As a matter of fact for my peace of mind and your safety I would prefer you didn't reblog/comment on my sfw stuff too, they're are dangerous people on the internet so please understand and don't take it personally-Thanks💕
Moving on-
I’m cool with:
Requests- Hcs, Scenarios, thirst posts, Ya sending ideas and recommendations👀
For requests I might not get to all of them in a timely manner and I might not do some I’m not feeling. I write for F. Reader, GN. reader and M. Reader. Ships are cool too so you can request Character x character or poly reader- character x character x reader.-Genre: all of them tbh
I’m okay with dark content- (Dubcon, noncon, yandere, somno, etc.) and everything should be labeled appropriately. You can always ask that I tag something if it is missing. I do like a challenge/learning so even if I'm not personally into something I'll definitely give it a whirl (Kinks and or tropes)
Sfw- Fluff, angst basically anything that tickles my fancy and isn't risque or full on smut.
* In regards to requests the things I do fuck w might be prioritized 👉👈
I’m not cool with:
Scat
Underage/PDF
I'm generally cool w being uncomfortable, especially in regards to what I read or write whether it be by being grossed out or scared. I've always been ridiculously curious mostly to my determent but fiction is a safe way to explore shit so I'll give most things a fair shake in other words the sky's the limit but use your discernment⁉️
Extra:
Random shit- You telling me about your day, thoughts, opinions on whatever ig. ask for advice (trust me bro I got you✌️) or info dump👀 I love to chat.
Music! Tell me what your listening too! (Yes I'm one of those 'I listen to everything' I need new stuff to listen to)
Also! I miss the whole deviant art/Quizzilla shit so I might do a whole seven minutes in heaven thing lmao (This doesn’t belong here but scream at me about it cause I need it to happen for nostalgia’s sake)
Also, I'm kinda using this space as a chill/fun mostly nsfw diary? lmao so it's just mostly gonna be vibes :p That being said keep your fandom discourse and weirdo hate bs to yourself cause I will clown/ignore you if you come at me w some sideways ass energy. I'm just as nice as I am mean so don't try me ☯️❤️
So here’s the fandoms&Characters if you wanna request:
Mha-
Shocker, but I do have some old asks that are too good to just let’em go ya know?
Shinsou (I started this blog cause of him so.. yeah)
Villain/Yandere Deku sorry
Bakugou
Endeavour
Dabi
Hawks
Tokoyami
Shoto
Dc-
Please, please, please send me shit about Tim Drake. (Need him biblically) Literally hopped back on for him.
Jason Todd
Dick Grayson
Bruce Wayne
Selina Kyle
Poison Ivy
Joker (Nothing good is coming out of anyone requesting this I just know it)
Constantine
Diana (Wonder woman my beloved)
Amanda Waller
Cheetah
Slade Wilson…
JJK-
Nanamin
Gojo (He's like crack to me istg)
Inumaki
Invincible-
Mark Grayson
…Nolan...
Debbie
Alan!
Naruto-
Kakashi ‘blow my back out’ Hatake
Itachi
Shisui (My love)
Madara
Tobirama’s messy ass
Ask for more but these are my faves
D- gray man-
Yuu Kanda!
Tyki Mikk
Kingdom Hearts-
Riku
Vanitas
Most of the organization tbh
FF7-
All of them.
But especially Sephiroth
Any type of monster lmao
Kenji Sato lmao
You can ask for others not listed in different fandoms I just think this has gotten a bit too long
And Yeah, Let’s have fun! ^^
New Tags:
This bitch is yapping - Any asks answered or just general shit
Thirsty bitch juice - Small scenarios, thirst,
Pretty things- Art
Oh la la that’s some good shit right there- Fic recs & reblogs
On my monster fucking bs - Monster fucking lol
Lock that shit up in the basement pls- cursed asks and stuff
Uh random bullshit go! - My newer writing
And if you made it this far down here's a cookie 🍪
jason todd x reader where the reader still presumes he’s dead and visits his grave every week to give him a letter because they used to communicate through letters for fun to the point where his grave has boxes of letters. meanwhile, jason thinks reader forgot about him until he visits his own grave to see reader dropping off another letter and after they leave he takes the time to read each letter they’ve left since he died and gets emotional. okay, goodnight !
Im sry i just cant stop thinking abt being shared by Tim and Kon like the idea of getting it from the front and back at the same time is so hot to me
My friend have you read Shower Stall by @monst cause 🥵 highly recommended
Just… yeah~
Can't help thinking about Kon simultaneously trying to be gentle, but practically throwing you around like you're nothing.
Tim all awe-struck and pink-faced, watching as Kon clutches your thighs, bouncing you on both their cocks because you're so full, so overwhelmed by them that you can barely do it yourself.
When Kon stops doing the work, they share a look, a little chuckle at your expense as you whine and wither, trying to keep it up. You can't maintain the pace, but damn it feels so good when you roll your hips, grinding on them, feeling them deep inside you.
When you wake up you're alone, it's just you and the fire. The disappointment you feel terrifies you. You should be relieved to be alone, you should feel safer now that the Orc isn't near you.
Orcs are brutal warlords, everyone knows this, they can't be trusted. You glower at the fire and manage to shuffle a little closer to the hearth. The idea of just leaving before the Orc can come back floats in your mind but it quickly dissipates when you try and sit up. Your limbs betray you, your arms shake and falter under your weight as if you're a pathetic waif and not a self-sufficient woman of the woods. You slump back to the floor and bundle the thick wool blanket tighter around your still naked frame. Surely your clothes are dry by now. You take on the burdensome task of looking around the living room for your clothes but freeze when you see the big green figure standing in the connected kitchen. His back is facing you as he moves around, opening cabinets and draws with an unnerving quietness. How could you not have heard him? The realization paralyses you, have your senses dulled that much from the hypothermia?
As if he could sense your fear he turns around and locks eyes with you. His dark eyes make your heartbeat jolt and you turn over to avoid looking at them or him. You look around again for your clothes and finally spot them on a wooden drying rack next to the hearth. You try and scooch your body towards it but you can only really wriggle on the floor. You hear him stepping closer and the fear just rises with every step, you try and reach out for your clothes but he gets to them before you.
If you had energy you would yell something vulgar but your anger quickly settles into confusion when the massive man sits behind you and gently brings you into a seated position supporting your back against his chest. You go even more limp as he slowly brings your hands through the long sleeves of your shirt and pulls the garment over your head with some difficulty on your part because of the strenuous action on your sore muscles.
He buttons up the buttons and you want to slap his hands away but you can't, your fingers are far too numb to be doing any fine motor functions like that anyway. He then does the same with your pants, gently pulling them onto each leg. The softness that he treats you with is upsetting, like he looks down on you. You can feel his breaths on your ear and you can feel how he tenses when you wince at a particularly painful movement. It's all so humiliating.
When he's done he lets your head slump onto the pillow again. He put a pillow on the floor for you? How have you only noticed that now? He walks off into his kitchen again and leaves you to stare shamefully into the fire. If you tried to leave, even if you could make it out the door, you'd probably just freeze to death or be saved again by this stranger and be even more humiliated than you are now.
The orc comes back with a steaming mug and plate. He helps you sit up and positions you up against his chest again. You absolutely hate how easily you relax into his warmth. He holds the mug up for you to take and you hesitantly reach out and curl your fingers around the warm ceramic, holding it to your chest and assessing the contents.
It smells earthy and sweet. You take a tiny sip and your taste buds sing. It tastes like honey and a woody spice you can't place. You down the whole cup in no time, almost spilling as your arms struggle with the exertion of holding it up. You hear a very irritating amused huff from the orc behind you as he takes the mug and lifts the plate up in front of you. It's fulled with hot steaming buns, it smells divine and you pick one up only to drop it back on the plate when it burns your fingers.
The hot food nips at the sensitive skin on your fingers painfully. The digits are still cold and numb, not cooperating with what you want them to do. You try again but quickly drop the hot bun onto the plate once more. The orc sets the plate into your lap and carefully maneuvers you so that you sit across his crossed legs, like sitting bridal style. He picks up a hot bun and holds it to your mouth, after a moment of hesitation you finally give up even more of your dignity and bite into the delicious smelling treat. You barely stop yourself from moaning at the taste.
You make the mistake of looking up at his face, you haven't actually gotten a good look at his face until now and you almost choke on your bun when you do. He looks nothing like the depictions of orcs you've seen and read, they're supposed to be ugly and scary beasts who pillage and kill for fun. Looking at this orc you can't help the uncertainty that trickles into everything you know of orcs. Concern is written all over his orcish features just like the cautiousness of his movements.
His tusks have little carvings on them, shallow indents in the ivory so beautiful and intricate it's difficult to imagine orc hands carving them. You realize he's also staring at you and you wonder if he's thinking similar things about your human features. You have no idea how orcs perceive humans but if it's anything like how humans perceive orcs it can't be very good.
A sudden guilt comes over you and you have to look away from the orc. You stare at your lap, where you sit comfortably in his hold and chew the rest of your hot bun. You can feel his hand hesitate on your back, he wants to comfort you but he's...scared?
If you're honest you're scared too, you can't even remember how long it's been since you just talked to another person let alone touched another. With a full belly and a warm face, you drift off once again against this stranger's chest wondering if it's been just as long for him.
Wolf Hybrid x fem!reader— free use city, olfactophilia, semi-public sex, oral (f!receiving), marking, biting, knotting
You stop the moving truck just outside of your brand new house. Ducking your head you check it out through the window and nod appreciatively. It looked a lot better than it did online! Though for the surprisingly low price you got for an entire house you wouldn’t have complained about whatever it looked like. But you scored great for not viewing the house in person before buying it and moving to a whole other city you had never heard of let alone been to.
Was that pretty stupid of you? Sure! But you can’t exactly regret it when this is the outcome. And besides, you needed a change of pace from the monotony of your old life. You needed a new adventure. An unknown city, your own house, and a change in work was just the start, you were positive.
When that mysterious headhunter came to you a few months ago with the opportunity of a lifetime, it couldn’t have come at a better time. It was like something in the universe knew you were having a rough time and needed to leave. So you took the risk and packed up your entire life. It all happened so fast you didn’t even get the chance to do any of your own research on the neighborhood, the city, or your new job. All you had to go on was the brochures the headhunter sent.
Again, was it stupid? Nah, you’re sure it’ll all work out for the best.
But as you flip the latch and push up the tailgate to reveal the moving truck full of boxes that you alone have to move, you start to second guess your statement. You really should’ve hired that Minotaur Moving Company the headhunter suggested. You can handle this. You can totally… totally… hand this.
“Hey, neighbor!” A voice calls, startling you out your daunting thoughts.
You lean to look over the side of the truck and are instantly blown away by the sight in front of you. A sexy ass Wolf Hybrid walks down the sidewalk toward you. His muscles bulging and straining against his tight button up shirt. His slacks not hiding anything he’s got going on downstairs. The smirk on his face is absolutely panty-dropping and you feel yourself go weak in the knees from it. More than ready to drop down and him do whatever he wants to you.
“Moving in?” He asks instead of immediately taking you right then and then. For a second you’re disappointed before you realize this is the real world and people don’t have sex with people they’ve just met… right?
“Yeah, yeah. Gotta bring in all these boxes, gonna take so long,” you say, your voice sounding breathier than you meant it to.
The Wolf Hybrid’s eyes flash but before you can read the expression it’s gone and that friendly neighbor persona is back on. He looks into the truck and scoffs as if it’s nothing.
“Let me help you with that then!”
Before you can pretend to resist, claiming he doesn’t need to help before he insists in a way that would have your panties gushing, he swings himself up into the truck. The words immediately die on your tongue as you see him pick up a heavy box like it’s nothing. Oh, well I guess your panties are getting soaked either way.
You swear that the Wolf Hybrid can tell you’re already turned on as he inhales deeply just as he passes you. But thankfully he doesn’t say a thing and heads up your porch, waiting with a wagging tail for you to open up your house to him. You exchange polite greetings as you walk inside with him and get started.
The two of your work together pretty well. Walking back and forth between the truck and the house. You can’t help but let your gaze linger on him and the way he moves. And every time you look at him you catch him looking back, his heated gaze raking over your form.
The tension grows thicker with each box you both carry. While the Wolf Hybrid forces you to stay away from the heavy boxes, only allowing you to lift the light ones. It only serves to increase the tension and turn you on even more. Still, you both manage to work up quiet the sweat by the time the moving truck is almost empty.
You sigh heavily as you push yourself back up into the truck. Heading all the way down to the front to look for another box to carry in. Just as you reach down to pick up a box of throw pillows, two clawed hands dig into your plush waist and a sharp gasp falls past your lips. You freeze in place, questioning why your pussy clenches down around nothing.
“Think I’m finally gonna fuck you now, sweetheart, ‘k?” The Wolf Hybrid growls, his chest molding to your back. His snout nuzzles into your throat and down into your shirt. He inhales deeply, a rumble moving through his chest as your musk washes over him. “You’re finally ripe ‘nough f’me.”
With a quick jerk of his hands, he’s shucking off your pants. You jump a second later as his snout presses deeply against your slit, rubbing his nose back and forth, smelling all of you. You moan softly, your mind fading away before you can question what the hell is happening. This is what you wanted this whole time after all. Can’t complain now. And you surely won’t as his long prickly tongue joins in, lapping up the mess your slick left on your pussy.
“So fucking drenched for me already. I think you’ll fit in around here just fine,” he rasps as he latches onto your clit and gives it a teasing suck that has sparks shooting through your core.
You go to finally ask what he’s been on about, and why the fact that you’re a soaked mess for him would mean you’d fit in, but in a flash he’s standing up and kicking your legs out to spread for him. His fat tip pushes against your entrance and your jaw drops, tongue lolling out at his sheer girth. His cock splitting you open in two as he pushes his big cock all the way inside your desperate pussy.
“N-nngh! Fuuuck. So fucking tight for me. Glad I got to you first. With a pussy this good you’re gonna be busy in a city like this,” the Wolf Hybrid growls out, his claws digging into your waist.
You can barely hear him over the ringing in your ears. But none of it matters anyway as he uses his grip and immediately starts spearing his shaft deep inside your sloppy cunt, over and over again. The only sound that registers now is your own moans as he fucks you brainless.
The truck shakes with the force of his thrusts and you hold onto the boxes in front of you for dear life as he takes you on a wild ride. His cock glides along your gummy walls, igniting your every nerve as he hits those spots inside you that have you seeing stars. Loud cries leave you but you can’t seem to give a fuck if anyone hears. They should hear how good you’re feeling right now.
“God, yes! Take it! Take my cock, darling. Gonna have to get used to this after all. And I’ll be more than happy to help you adjust.”
You cry out louder, your throat aching with the strength of the noises leaving you. You desperately try and rock back and meet his thrusts but the Wolf Hybrid snarls, his claws digging even deeper into your hips. He leans over you and his fangs are sinking into your flesh a moment later. Keeping you perfectly still for him as he slams his length into your depths, his tip kissing your womb with every thrust.
The onslaught of one sensation after the other has every single one of your atoms quivering with anticipation. Your toes curl as he reaches down, flicking your clit just right, and a second later you’re freezing up as your orgasm crashes through you.
Wolf Hybrid roars as your precious pussy clamps down on him. He continues to thrust into you, swinging his hips back and forcing his knot inside you with a slick pop. The sudden stretch prolongs your orgasm and makes you scream in delight. He cums not long after you, his knot expanding inside you as he pumps load after load of hot cum straight into your wrecked womb.
“If I hadn’t already said it, welcome to the neighborhood,” he says breathlessly in your ear.
After his knot had gone down, he slipped out of you and the two of you finished carrying the boxes in. Well, more like you laid on your couch while he carried the rest in because you couldn’t seem to walk for the life of you. He offered to stay, help you clean up and look after you till you could walk again, but you politely declined. You started your new job in the morning after all.
As you leave your house the next morning, body still a bit sore from the best fuck of your life, you realized you had a tiny issue. Your car was being driven down by a friend from your old city but it wasn’t here yet. You had to get to work somehow.
Looking off to the side you spot your neighbor in their driveway and your cheeks tinge pink. He was with a couple of his friends and it seemed like they were on their way somewhere. His friends appearing to be an Orc, a Naga, and another wolf. You could always ask them for a ride. Or maybe you shouldn’t bother your neighbor after what happened yesterday. You could always take the bus. Except… you have no idea where the station is. Well, you could always walk. Maybe stop for some coffee along the way.
You live alone in the woods, really close to the border between human territory and orc territory.
You live a life of solitude, lonely sometimes but overall you enjoy the quietness. Mostly.
This winter has been brutal, possibly the coldest you've ever endured. Hunting has been particularly hard. Perhaps that's why you thought the ice would hold as you cut a fishing hole in the middle of a frozen over lake.
They say love makes you do stupid things but hunger is the real mind melter. Before you get a chance to scream the ice cracks and you plunge right into the deathly cold water hiding beneath the ice.
You manage to frantically pull yourself out of the water and onto thicker ice but you can't will your body to do anything but hyperventilate and shiver violently on the icy surface. You can't will your limbs to move, a stinging numbness renders you immobile. Is this really how you die? Trembling in a fetal position as your very enzymes collapse.
In your panicked haze you can see a blurry figure slowly coming towards you, from the Orc's territory. This only makes your fight or flight go into overdrive and currently you can do neither option is viable. The only warmth you feel are the tears seeping out of your eyes and freezing on your wet cheeks. You close your eyes, trying to still your breaths so you at least die with dignity.
And then you feel warmth. Warmth engulfs your shaking hands and you open your glassy eyes. You have to squint but you can make out the manly features on the strangers green face. The fear that spikes in you at the sight of an orc so close and the comforting warmth of his hands covering yours create a very confusing contradiction.
You can do nothing as the giant beast lifts you into his warm arms, You can do nothing but convulse and heave as he speed walks his way into the woods, further into Orcish territory and further away from your home.
You try and see where you're going but the whole thing is a blur, before you even realise it you're looking around the orcs home. Cobblestone walls, small living area, couch, carpet, fire.
Fire.
He brings you closer to the fire and starts undressing you, struggling to pry heavy drenched layers from you. You barely have it in you to be bashful or scared at this moment you just need the fire. You need to crawl into the fire and stay there for as long as possible.
He strips you of everything but your underpants, what a gentlemen, and takes his top layers off as well leaving him in only a tunic and pants. He grabs a thick wool blanket from the couch and throws it over your still trembling body. He then bundles you up in his (very big) arms and scooches as close to the fire as possible.
You try and stretch your feet out to the fire desperately needing to gain feeling in your toes again. If you can't walk how will you hunt or forage, You need to walk. You would have burnt both your feet in the flames if it wasn't for the orc grabbing your ankles and tucking your feet into the blanket with a huff.
The orc hugs you to his chest and rubs your back as you shiver, warm hand softening the gooseflesh and lulling your frightened body into a more clam state. It takes a while before your breathing evens out enough to drift off in the warm embrace of this stranger.
You resolve that whatever problems are waiting for you when you wake will be better dealt with after proper rest and recovery.
Wally West/Reader, 800 words
Ft. Dick Grayson (BirdFlash/Reader pre-established)
Kinktobter entry 16: Lingerie
Warnings: None really? But just incase: | implied dom!Dick | cross-dressing
Requested by: Anonymous/Authors choice
AN: OMG I cannot believe this is the last post of Kinktober? Wat? How? I hope you've had a blast, cause I sure enjoyed it!
It was supposed to be a surprise for Dick; for Wally and yourself to welcome him home in nothing but your matching Nightwing-blue lingerie, but all day, the sight of Wally’s lacy blue thong peaking out from his jeans had been driving you crazy, and he knew it.
It had started innocent enough. You’d watched over your morning brew as Wally stretched up, sleepily reaching for a box of Pop-Tarts on the top shelf, incidentally, exposing the frilly hem, and cussing as the wispy fabric rode between the cleft of his asscheeks.
“You put them on already?” You’d asked, disappointed when he turned his whole body to face you, depriving you an early morning peepshow.
“You haven’t?” He replied, confusion evident as he bit down on his untoasted breakfast.
“No.” Still half-entranced, your head tilted to the side, hoping to catch another glimpse as you mumble dozily. “Was gonna change closer to the time.”
A toothy grin stretched across his face as he followed your line of sight to his lower body, and that’s where the teasing had begun.
“What do you think anyway?” He hooks his thumb in the waistband of his loose-fitting bottoms, pulling them down an inch and offering you a clear view of how the elastic waistband clings to his lean hip bone. When you’d failed to respond, he’s turned back around, exposing the top half of his freckly rear, laughing as he shakes it back and forth in flippant, inelegant motions. He’s so unserious, but somehow that does it for you. “They’re not too tight, right?”
“Nope, looks good.” You offered, attempting to hide your lust-idled expression behind your mug. “Dick’s gonna love it.”
“Thanks, babe. You’re too sweet.” Before the words even processed in your mind, he was leaning down in front of your seated form and planting a kiss on your lips. A slow, tender, sugary kiss that made your hair stand on edge, but as soon as you’d reached out to touch him, he was gone. Leaving you flustered and taking your half-empty mug to add insult to injury.
The toying had only gotten worse from there, Wally thoroughly enjoying being the centre of your attention all day. All but flashing you any chance he got, keeping close, but never close enough for you to get your hands on him and sink your teeth in. If it weren’t so infuriating, you’d praise his self-restraint.
Your breaking point comes in the evening, the final hour before Dick is due home.
You’re changing into your own lingerie when a cold breeze brushes your near-naked skin, and you have to do a double take when you spot Wally lounging on the bed, completely, finally, stripped down to nothing but his deep blue underwear. It’ll be a miracle if you don’t leak through your own panties before Dick peels them back off you. You’re immediately infatuated by his half-hard cock and the way it strains against the delicate fabric, and it’s high time you had a little fun with him.
“What do you think?” You mimic his early question, rolling and gyrating your hips, dragging your fingers up and down your skin in the hopes that you look a little more serious, but equally as sexy as Wally had this morning. If the way his cock begins to tent his thong is any indication, you’re succeeding.
“You look hot as anything, baby.” He replies earnestly, sitting up straight to get a better look. His cheeks tint pink, watching you in a trance as you strut closer, lifting your leg over him until you’re comfortably straddling him, grinding your arousal against his.
Making him melt; body shuddering under your touch, sheepish giggle escaping his lips when you press the tip of your nose to his, is intensely enjoyable. You cup your hands around the back of his head and his dreamy green eyes flutter closed in response as he tips closer to you. Only to dart open once more when you intentionally turn your head, dodging his kiss.
“I’m gonna tell Dick what a naughty fucking tease you’ve been today.” You goad, and the hurt on his face instantly perks up into something more challenging.
“Oh, yeah?” The grip on your thigh tightens as he pulls you deeper into him, rutting his heated sex against yours until you can’t help whimpering at the way it makes your body reel in bliss until he taunts. “Well, I’m gonna tell Dick how insatiably horny you’ve been.”
“Dick has heard enough.” A familiar voice chides. Wally and you had been so wrapped up in provoking each other that you hadn’t heard his arrival. You turn just in time to see the way his eyes roam appreciatively over the matching underwear, and the risqué embrace you’re currently tangled in. “Can’t I leave the two of you alone for one weekend?”
Psst. Down here! Hi friend, thanks for reading. I hope you have a great rest of your year.
In "DC vs vampires", if Barry was vampire……🍖🍰🍕🍬🩸（A little Homage to fate/HF）
これ元々は2022年のハロウィンにアップしようとして色々気に入らないとこありやる気が失せて放置していたのを色々書き直して描いたもの。確かまだその頃はDC vs 🧛にキャプテンコールドが出るか出ないかで一喜一憂していた気がしますね。で実際登場はしたようですがなんか噂聞くと……ハイ……ウン……読んでないですまだ……
He's been eyeing you from across the bar for a while now, watching you dip from friend to friend. The place is decorated for Halloween -orange lights, paper bats taped to the walls- and your skin glimmers under the neon. He's partially watching because he loves the way you move, the way you laugh-
but he's also sure that he knows you.
He ducks away from his friend with the promise of shots, only to make it across the way to you. You're dressed up for the evening.
"Ooh, a zombie," he teases. "Spooky."
You don't turn to look at him, instead choosing to peek out of the corner of your eye. There's a glimmer there that he knows, but just can't put his finger on. The smile you offer him is tight-lipped, pressing your painted lips into a thin, unreadable line.
"Yeah, I'm sure I'm a very scary sight, Hanta."
That confirms it: you do know each other. He laughs at himself for doubting it. With a swig of his drink, he leans in closer, trying both to be heard over the bar and get closer to you.
"You're Izuku's friend, right?"
You shake your head.
"Uh, do I know you through Jiro?"
You shake your head again.
"Gimme a hint."
"You really don't remember me?" you finally turn fully towards him. He studies the planes of your face, searching for anything to make the memory click into place, but it's not there.
"I meet a lot of people?" Sero tries to pass off.
You scoff out a laugh, rolling your tongue into your cheek with clear annoyance. With a roll of your eyes, you step back, hand on your hip.
"We dated, Hanta," you say through gritted teeth. "And you ghosted me."
Before he can say anything, you step further back, wiggling your fingers in the air with a mock illusion.
