hello! i go by username oddaesthetin or kaede! i write drabbles, imagines, headcanons, and fluffs but i don't accept requests since architecture school requires most of my time (it's hella draining). i mostly just write when i feel like escaping schoolworks so they might always be a little self-indulgent.
to save you time for searching my works as i mainly just reblog, here is my masterlist, slash, all of what i have written in my few months of being on this app!
partners that know immediately their s/o is pregnant
jujutsu kaisen
inumaki toge
reader with a nullification technique (i)
reader with a nullification technique (f)
megumi fushiguro
he asks you to move in with him
headcanon type
partners that know immediately their s/o is pregnant
how the jjk boys react to your love for eavesdropping (nanami ver.)
gojo satoru
3:56 am â midnight conversation
bungou stray dogs
drabbles mixed with fluffs
osamu dazai
birthday celebration
âi have a new partner whoâs also my bestfriendâ
stupid, stupid man
headcanon type
partners that know immediately their s/o is pregnant
memes i found on pinterest
#1
#2
#3
#4
incorrect quotes
number 1
number 2
cool doji danshi
imagines
ichikura hayate
a âdateâ
futami shun
teach!
souma shiki
girlsâ ideal boyfriend
drabble
headcanon type
partners that know immediately their s/o is pregnant
seventeen
jeonghan
sunny days (f)
xdinary heroes
junhan
junhan x introverted s/o (i)
something even better (d)
junhan as the type of boyfriend (hc)
drunk, awkward, in love (f)
catching you looking at his fan photos (f)
missing him while heâs on tour (f)
do you, by any chance, know how to cook seafood sundubu jjiggae? (f)
i love my guitarist side (f)
first snow (f)
jooyeon
five jooyeons or one five-year old jooyeon (f)
simping over him (f)
if you liked my works, thank you, and i love you sm!
I APOLOGIZE IF THEY SOMETIMES GET A LITTLE CRINGE-Y (or a little too cold and boring). i am a 21-year old bitchless (i dont know the equivalent of this word for boys) female living in a weirdly religious and traditional 3rd world country with very strict parents. i have not experienced real romantic love aside from the scenarios i make up in my head. TMI. i am currently crying, sobbing in agony (eventho i know fully well that itâs me deliberately avoiding men bcs im too contented being alone ((I AM MY OWN ENTERTAINMENT))).
i also would like to apologize if i don't always reply to comments under my posts (i am a very awkward person), but i really appreciate all of them!
âuh⊠why is sensei doing push-ups?â yuji asks, when he, nobara, and megumi enter the classroom.
satoruâs pushing himself up and down with one hand because, according to you, normal push-ups werenât enough. but even then, heâs barely breaking a sweat. and heâs grinning, while you stand over him, watching with your arms crossed.
his uniform jacket is folded over the back of a chair, leaving him in his compression shirt, arm bulging and back tensing with each lift and fall of his body.
âi upset my-- hah beautiful, smart-- hah strong, gorgeous, perfect wife,â he pants, âpunishment fits the crime.â
he really is right where he wants to be.
megumi doesnât even bat an eye - this was the least unusual thing that you and satoru do. he slides into a chair with a sigh.
âhow many does he have to do?â
âa hundred,â you say. satoru lifts his head to look up at you, mouth parted, little pink hearts in his eyes peering at you over the rim of his glasses. âheâs on seventy-two.â
his grin widens. âyou know, this isnât a challenge for me. why donât you sit on my back, sweetheart?â
you crouch down in front of him and his eyes light up. âi know what you want, and you donât deserve my touch.â you push his head down so heâs facing the floor again, and he grunts when you press extra weight, forcing his body down. âonly twenty-three left. you can do it, my love.â
if his heart wasnât beating fast enough before, it definitely was now. especially with the saccharine tone you used at the end of your sentence.
god, was he down bad.
â⊠call us when youâre done,â megumi says, already out of the classroom.
silly thought inspired by this video HAHA can you tell he makes me a little a lot insane
satoru gives you an emergency ultrasound with his six eyes!! | SFW pure fluff + a lil angst (blink and you'll miss it) đŐ Üž.ËŹ.ÜžŐđŠŻ
It's been 48 hours.
Forty-eight hours.
And you haven't felt a thing.
Not a roll, not a jolt, not a kick or even just a twitch. Absolutely nothing.
After 7 hours you realized it had been almost all day and you hadn't felt any movement from within the almost 6-month swell of your belly.
It was irregular. Very, very irregular. The child of Satoru Gojo couldn't sit still for more than a couple of hours. For almost 2 months you'd been kicked awake like that baby had an alarm set every hour on the hour. Starting as little flutters, and getting stronger as the weeks went on.
And you loved it. Feeling that reassurance that they were healthy and strong and there and alive. Pressing your palm to that spot and murmuring praises and soft laughs even as your organs took a beating.
You didn't realize how much it'd affect you when all that movement just stopped.
"It's weird... don't you think it's weird? Maybe I should call the midwife." You'd said with knit brows, already picking up your phone to find her contact.
"Sounds like they're being a little lazy, taking an extended nap or something." Satoru huffed a laugh, amused eyes flicking up to catch yours for a moment. But as he caught the worry on your face, his smile softened, and he rounded the counter, stopping behind you to wrap both arms around. Palms flat on your belly and you melted just a touch, like a candle first being lit.
"Iâm sure they're okay, but it never hurts to check." He'd murmured into the crook of your neck and you nodded. Your shoulders easing a fraction.
But they hiked right back up when the clinic said they'd get you in at the end of the week.
You almost burst into tears right there, but held it together. Telling yourself it could wait a few days, you had no other symptoms to worry about so it would be fine. You'd get in that room in a few days and see them and hear that tiny little heart beating away like a hummingbird.
Yeah... that lasted until the next morning.
Woken up at 4 am by the feeling of complete and utter nothingness in your womb.
You wept quietly over toast with egg and avocado and enough hot sauce to melt a hole in the plate. Spicy food always got them moving, they had the same palate as their sucrose loving father.
Still nothing.
You went out to get some errands done, met up with Shoko at the school, stopped to chat with the students, especially a pretty, young first year with a blue streak and stars in her eyes as she gaped at your belly.
"Wait, Gojo-sensei is gonna be a dad?! I thought he was joking about the wife and kid!"
You laughed it off and assured that you had to be an idiot too because you picked him. But you ignored that sinking, empty feeling in your stomach. Only letting your lip wobble a little as you walked back to your car to head home.
Regret settled in at brushing Satoru off when he asked if youâd be okay if he handled a mission somewhere in Iwate prefecture and left until the next day.
You were cursing your past self as you sat on the couch at 2 am. Still. Nothing.
Fuck that stupid bitch for being rational and easy going. You wished you'd stomped your foot and pouted instead, maybe then youâd be crying into Satoruâs firm chest instead of over your last ultrasound photo, alone.
When he got back the next afternoon, there was really no gentle way to say it, but you were a hot fucking mess.
Puffy eyed and red nosed, you looked up from the couch as he walked in the front door, a chipper greeting withering and dying on his lips as he caught sight of you in rumpled pajamas surrounded by a nest of blankets and throw pillows.
He blinked behind the dark material of the blindfold, pausing for just a moment before your breathing hitched and tears welled all over again.
"It-it's like they're just... gone." Your voice broke on the word and the dam broke all over again. "I don't understand, w-why is this ha-happening?" You hiccuped, snot and tears flowing freely. "It's my fault! They're gone and its allâ"
"Lay back a little," Satoru cut you off, suddenly right in front of you and pulling the blankets away from your body and you just scoffed, the sound wet and choked.
"Really?? This is so not the fucking time!" You glared, snotty and tear streaked and Satoru scoffed right back.
As much as he loved you any way you came, you weren't arousing much besides worry at that moment.
"What? What kind of guy do you think I am? Geez, just trust me and try to relax a little." He murmured, hooking a finger into the blindfold and pulling it to hang around his neck. Wispy silver bangs falling over his brow and across the blue that could only be found in the sky, and in your husband's eyes.
You pursed your lips but did as he asked, resting your head on a pillow and letting him push your pajama top up over your stomach.
Your mind immediately flung back into the pit and you swallowed hard, but stayed quiet as bright azure eyes searched your body.
"You really think you can see their signature?" You broke the silence with a whisper and those eyes found yours for a second, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.
"Pfft, of course I can." He reassured, tone confident like there was never an alternative. But you caught the worry in his eyes.
You laid there as Satoru scanned over your belly. Seconds felt like hours until finally his eyes went wide and his lips twitched up.
Cursed energy read differently from living beings to the deceased, and he'd just caught the flickering pulse of something very much alive.
"Really?" You asked, hope pitching your voice up with a crack and he nodded.
"Told ya." He said, brimming with confidence. But you heard the relief under it.
You flung yourself at him, arms squeezing tight around his neck and face buried in his dark jacket. He held you just as tight, nose in your hair as you sobbed with your own relief.
Pulling back, you sniffed and chuckled sheepishly at the dark spot on his jacket. "Ugh, sorry, you're kinda wet. Maybe a little snotty too."
"Gross," Satoru teased, grinning big and so handsome your heart fluttered for him. "Ijichi is gonna have a lot more dry-cleaning to do if we're adding snot to all the stuff coming out of you."
Your eyes rolled and your mouth opened to retort, but you were cut off with a jolt as you felt it.
Finally.
It was clear as day on your face and Satoru gasped.
"Awww! Baby's first prank!"
fanfic is my coping mechanism so I hope we aren't tired of the pregnant reader stuff bc I still got like 4 months to go hahhaaaa m. list | dividers by @/aesverse <33
I honestly believe that one of the most affectionate gestures Zanka would make would be to kiss your hand, as if you were a delicate flower. He would gently take it between his fingers and kiss it slowly as if he were afraid of breaking you, but at the same time with so much affection that it would even melt your heart.
đâ Ë àŁȘ . ËË husband!gojo doesnât play when it comes to expanding your little family :: cw. smut, brÄeding & pregnancy themes.
â. . . you two make such cute babies.â
those are the words that have been driving satoru crazy. ever since this morning, after a little walk with your two children, heâs been waiting to get you alone. now that he finally does, heâs not letting go.
âbeen thinkinâ about this since the park,â your husband murmurs against your throat, his voice low and silky. âfuckâthat old lady wasnât wrong,â his hips roll once, deep, making your breath hitch, âwe make the cutest fuckinâ babies, donât we, sweets?â
you arch beneath him. your fingers dig into the flexing muscles of his bare shoulders, ây-yesâtoru, nghhââ
satoru cuts you off with a slow and filthy grind, his fat cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you until your thighs tremble. âmy mindâs been full with thoughts of it,â he confesses, glossy lips brushing the shell of your ear.
âcarrying our little girl on my shoulders, her tiny hands in my hair⊠and then i look at youââ he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. his blue eyes glint even in the dark, pupils blown wide with want, ââand all i can think about is puttinâ another one in you.â
the words hit like a spark to dry grass. your sloppy pussy clenches around him instinctively. he groans and his forehead drops to yours in response.
âfuckk, you like that,â satoru shifts and hooks your legs higher over his hips so he can sink even deeper. âyou want it again, donât ya? want me to fill you up until it takes?â
âyes,â you gasp as your nails rake down his smooth back, âplease!â
thatâs all it takes.
satoru fucks you harder thenâwith long and punishing strokes that make the headboard tap the wall in quiet rhythm. one big hand slides between your bodies. slender fingers find your clit and circle with devastating precision. the other cradles the back of your head, keeping you locked against his gaze.
âlook at me,â he demands softly with that charming grin of his, âwatch me while i breed ya, baby.â
your orgasm builds fast. embarrassingly fast. your thighs shake as he keeps that same relentless pace. heâs everywhereâinside you, around you, whispering filthy promises against your lips.
âgonna give you a boy this time,â satoru pants with a muffled almost-whimepr, âor ânother girl. doesnât matter. justâfuckâgonna keep ya pregnant.â
you shatter with a broken cry. your cunt flutters, milking him. satoru follows seconds later. his hips stutter as he buries himself to the hilt and comes with a shuddering groan. you feel him spilling in deep. so much it leaks out around his cock even as he stays pressed inside, grinding lazily to push every drop where it belongs.
satoru doesnât pull out right away. instead he rolls you both so youâre draped across his chest, still connected, his arms caging you close. when you try to shift, he playfully nibbles on your ear and tightens his hold;
âaht, aht, weâre not done yet. gonna keep on tryinâ till iâm sure itâll take.â
â„you & bakugo wonât say youâre dating, but there will be signs
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES â CASE STUDY #1.
observed by â mina ashido
ây/n says she and bakugo arenât dating. but i swear i caught them playing footsies during study hall.â
âĄ
mina assumes itâs a trick of the light.
seroâs stalking hot moms on facebook. denki & kiri are trying to start a fire with a comically large magnifying glass. & when mina sees bakugo tickle your ankle with the toe of his sock, minaâs quick to assume the sightâs caused by the refractive index of light through the magnifying glass or whatever mumbo-jumbo they learned during last tuesdayâs physics class.
but it happens again.
and this time you giggle.
and so mina has no choice but to accept magnifying glasses cannot bend sound.
mina puts on seroâs eyeglasses. theyâre purely decorative, but she feels more intuitive regardless. she buries her nose between CGPâs A-Level biology guide & pretends she isnât observing the way your eyes glint anytime you manage to nick katsuki in the shins.
bakugoâs face is stone still.
to the untrained eye, heâs simply solving calculus questions a mile a minute. but then he grunts.
mina doesnât miss the way he grins when he nabs you in the thigh.
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES â CASE STUDY #2.
observed by â sero hanta
âbakugo swears y/n isnât anyone special to him. so why the hell does he have her contact saved as âmine?â
âĄ
the first time sero hanta ever decides to show up early, heâs stuck waiting at a theatre with an angry bakugo at his side.
not to say the fiery blond isnât usually angry. but this time said anger comes with heat: heâs grinding straw between his molars so hard plastic cracks between his teeth. his feet tap like itâll make time go by sooner. it doesnât.
âiâm gonna kill that damn shitty hair.â
âweâre the ones whoâre thirty minutes early.â
âshut the fuck up.â
dumb dog sero hanta does as heâs told. katsuki stews a little longer, neck rash red, phone clicking locked & unlocked till he decides heâs had enoughâor till the anger reaches his bladder. ââm going to the bathroom, watch my shit.â
katsuki doesnât bother waiting for a reply. his hands shove in his pockets as he makes his way to the bathroom, phone tucked firm between seroâs palms. sero hanta knows better than to hold it with anything less than an iron grip. but then it buzzesâ& almost cartoonishly, the phone hops & skips before settling between his fingers
sero sees the notification before he can pretend otherwise.
mineđ«: mina and i are otw
mineđ« : hope weâll make it. this girl can NOT drive.
sero muffles a snort. the text holds truth, mina cannot, in fact drive. he recalls the time she picked him up to go to the beach andâwait.
is that text from y/n?
heâs quick to take a picture, send it to the âinBESTigators đ”ïžđâ GC. before he can even close his phone & resume playing saint, kiriâs response comes in.
ripped riot đ„: could be a typo
ripped riot đ„: like âmineâ could be short for miner
pikachu âĄïž[replying to ripped riot đ„] : are we deadass
seroâs about to type a response of his own before the familiar heavy steps of steve maddens sag at his ears. katsukiâs back, jaw tight & angrier than ever.
further investigation will have to wait.
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES â CASE STUDY #3.
observed by â denki kaminari
âwhen the fuck did bakugo get funny?â
âĄ
autumn break means thanksgiving shopping & black friday sales that make twelve dollar products drop to eleven ninety-nine. denkiâs shopping for snacks, kiri needs energy drinks & youâre here for produce. katsuki is here because you all need his membership to get into costco.
something isnât right.
& denkiâs not talking about how the price of cheetos have somehow gone up. heâs talking about the fact that katsuki stands firm behind you, hands in pockets as you show him fruit. thatâs fineâbakugoâs always been able to tell which apples are good & which arenât.
but no apple evaluation requires katsuki to lean in that close.
and denkiâs pretty sure thereâs nothing funny about granny smiths either.
so why the fuck are you giggling ?
kaminariâs eyes flit to katsukiâs. if he was any other classmate, heâd say katsuki was bored. lips tight, eyes neutral, jaw slack. but denkiâs no other classmate. he recognizes that twitch in his brow. the bob in his jugular.
katsuki is pleased. at least, denki thinksâno, swears he is. but just to be safe, he chooses to call in an actual katsuki expert. kirishimaâs fatass is trying yet another free sample. for the sake of peace, denki chooses not to comment & instead goes straight to business.
âyo, kiriâiâm not seeing stuff, right? is bakugo not smirking and making y/n laugh??â
kirishima, in true fatass fashion, responds with a mouth filled with mini tacos. âI downât see âtâ
âbro. chew.â
âI donât see it,â kiri gulps. âdonât you think we should respect their privacy?â
âweâre at a costco??â
but kaminari drops it. if the katsuki expert himself says thereâs nothing, thereâs obviously nothing.
right ?
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES â CASE STUDY #4.
observed by â literally everyone
âkatsuki and y/n are definitely dating. oh, and kiriâs getting kicked from the group chat.â
âĄ
mina ashido is not playing around.
the rest of the gang isnât either. kaminariâs flipping through a scrapbook titled âPHOTOGRAPHICAL EVIDENCE.â seroâs screenshotting group chat messages that sound too fond to not be affectionate. kirishimaâs got his laptop open, looking over âevidence spreadsheetsâ he swears arenât empty.
but they are. and mina, rivaled only by sherlock himself, notices.
âkirishima, cell B-4. whatâs written in there ?â
âIâuh, cell? what do youââ
âahaââ mina shuts her book. sheâs towering over eijiro now, hands on her hips & glare so sharp it melts kiri likeâwell, acid.
âyouâre not really doing anything.â
sero lifts a brow. kaminari gives the stink-eye.
âmatter of factâŠâ mina continues, âyou havenât done anything. compiling evidence. listening in on on their convos. you havenât done anything weâve asked you to.â
âyeah,â sero quips. his phoneâs in his lap now. âmatter of fact, you always had some excuse about why you couldnât.â
âmatter of fact,â denki joins, âyouâre always trying to deny evidence. talking about us âbeing delusionalâ.â
oh, kirishimaâs in trouble now. blood in his jugular. tar in his throat. âIââ
mina canât make up what happens next.
The door opens. Itâs katsukiânot surprisingâtheyâre literally all seated in a circle on the mat in his dorm. plans to hang out & just chill todayâthe usual. kiri is bakugoâs roommate. getting in isnât a fuss.
but youâre right beside bakugo.
and your fingerâs in his belt loop.
mina blinks. you havenât noticed them yet. you look all calm and pretty, lashes low, eyes glued to your phone screen. your fingerâs looped around the belt-hole like youâve done it a thousand times before, andâ
is that katsukiâs hoodie?
âwhat the fuck are you losers doing here?â
kiriâs already scrambling to defend the situationâsomething about she & the others showing up an hour early, he didnât know, donât blast us allâbut minaâs not listening. sheâs wondering if the refractive index of light is so strong it somehow made it look like katsuki gave your hand a light squeeze before tapping your hand off his jeans.
youâre still quiet behind him. hair all cute, jam-pink cheeks, fawn freckled & doe-eyed. kiri and katsuki are going back and forth. seroâs joined in. kaminariâs farted because he thinks no one will notice.
ây/n, is that bakugoâs hoodie?â
you can hear a pin drop. and another fart from kaminari.
âno, itâsââ
âitâs mine.â katsuki steps forward, hands in pockets & posture lazy like he didnât say something scandalous. âgot a problem, pinkie pie?â
âi could never.â
katsuki hums. he tugs you gently by the palm, door clicking shut behind him with the kick of his shin. he trudges toward the group, right hand in his pocket, left in yoursâand he murmurs a quiet sit in your ear before doing a once-over.
âwhatâs all this?â
âevidence.â
âhomework.â
ânot evidence.â
tongue click. âevidence of ?â
âthe refractive index of light.â
âyou and y/n dating.â
ânot you and y/n dating.â
âuh-huh,â katsuki picks up a photograph. he recognizes the scene: youâre tucked in his side, showing him something on your phone while he leans too close to be considered casual. youâre giggling here. cute.
he pockets it. âyou guys are a bunch of fuckinâ idiots. and youââ he turns to kirishima,
âno, no bro listen,â kirishimaâs palm rests on his neck, an apologetic glance in your direction before he answers, âI did try to get them to leave you guys alone. they wouldnât listen!â
âaha! so you were a traitor!â
bakugo glares. mina shrinks.
a muffled giggle pierces the silence. then a snort. & now youâre full on laughingâ
âoh my god,â you sniffle, âyou guys know we were literally gonna tell you, right?â
âtell us when?â sero speaks up, long moved away from kaminari. âit seems kiri here already knew about it.â
bakugo grunts. âwhy do you idiots think youâre here?â
oh.
bakugo takes a seat beside you. seroâs avoiding eye contact. kaminariâs avoiding the cheetos. mina bites her lip. youâre leaning over katsukiâs thigh now, photo evidence flip-book in your hands. youâre pointing out familiar photos while laughing & shaking your head, and bakugoâs looking back with a gaze so soft that mina doesnât know how she didnât see it sooner.
âi think we owe you two an apology.â
katsukiâs got his fingers twisting your knuckle. âyâthink?â
sero, mina, and denki all look towards each other.
âweâre sorry.â
âfor what?â
âfor stalking you guys.â
âand not trusting that youâd tell us.â
âand being idiots.â
katsuki hums, satisfied. but heâs not done yet. he leans back on his palms before gently poking your hip. âshould we forgive âem?â
âmaybe. if they can send some of these photos.â
bakugo nods, turns to mina. âyou heard the missus.â
âgirl, take the whole book. likeâseriously. omg.â
you hug it towards your chest, and mina can tell bakugoâs fighting a smile.
âright. and since you guys know now, you can all leave.â
the three protest. kiri interrupts. âi think itâs for the best. itâs been a long day.â
âthat includes you, shitty hair.â
âhuhâwhat?! this is my room too!â
âdonât care,â katsuki tugs you up with him, grip gentle, palm flat against your back as he steers you towards his bed.
âand didnât ask,â he glances over his shoulder, âall of you, out.â
you fall asleep during the movie, head on his shoulder. instead of waking you, he pulls a blanket over you and whispers happy valentineâs day like a secret meant only for you. â zanka
the movie keeps playing, but you donât. somewhere between the quiet dialogue and the steady warmth at your side, sleep takes you without asking. your head tips gently, landing against zankaâs shoulder.
he freezes, because itâs rare that you let your guard down - even around him. one wrong move and he might break a vulnerable moment.
he glances down at you, breath slowing when he realizes youâre fully out. lashes resting against your cheeks, mouth parted a little, and most important â trust written all over your posture in a way that hits him harder than any fight ever has.
he could wake you. the movieâs still running, the room dim except for the glow of the screen. but instead, he reaches for the blanket draped over the back of the couch, and shifts to pull it around your shoulders. arms wrapped around you to keep you warm and comfortable. when you stir faintly, he stills completely, heart in his throat until your breathing evens out again.
âyeah,â he mutters under his breath, more to himself than anything. âthat figures.â
zankaâs never been good with quiet, soft moments like this. they sneak up on him. but sitting here, with your weight against him and your warmth seeping through the fabric of his clothes, something settles in his chest. something full of raw love.
he watches the movie without really seeing it. his attention keeps drifting back to you, and the way your fingers twitch every now and then. to the small sigh you let out, content, safe.
he leans his head closer, lowering his voice until itâs barely more than breath. âhappy valentineâs day,â he whispers.
the words feel strange and intimate on his tongue - like a confession slipped into the dark. like something heâd never say out loud if you were awake and looking at him. you shift closer, forehead brushing his collarbone, and thatâs enough. his jaw tightens, eyes flicking away as if embarrassed by how much it affects him. he stays like that until the movie ends and the screen goes dark, unwilling to move. unwilling to be the reason this moment stops. because right now, with you asleep against him, this feels like everything.
Enjin: whistles appreciatively and nods his head in approval. When you cover up your tits and walk away, he follows behind you like an oversized puppy begging to see them again, insisting he didn't get a good look the first time, using his best pouty face to convince you.
Zodyl: is surprised but not displeased. Although he can't understand why you're standing so far away. Come closer so that he can really look at those tits in all their glory, maybe with them hanging right in front of his face.
Gris is a thumbs-up kinda guy. They were pretty when he saw them earlier in the day as you got ready for work, and they're still pretty now. In fact, there's never a moment when they're not pretty to him, he still gets all warm and fuzzy inside whenever he sees them.
Tamsy: smirks when you do it, then sits almost cluelessly waiting for your next move. He knows you're trying to rile him up, but won't give you the satisfaction. When you get pissed off, he asks what you wanted to hear. Did you want nice compliments about your tits? All you had to do was ask.
a/n: thank you for giving me ideas for my gachiakuta masterlist girlie, youâre a life saver âŁïž
the maid outfit alone was already his personal hell, but the moment enjin says, ânah, ya gotta commit,â zanka knows heâs cooked. like spiritually. mentally. irreversibly. he squints at him and goes, âcommit to what,â and enjin just smiles. thatâs when the dread sets in.Â
first task: the stupid little maid bow. you demonstrate it. overly exaggerated. cheerful. obnoxious. zanka just stares at you. âiâm not doinâ that.â full stop. arms crossed. jaw tight. except enjin goes, âdo it and iâll stop calling ya cute for the rest of the day.âÂ
pause. long silence. teeth grinding so hard itâs a miracle they donât shatter. then â the tiniest, angriest bow youâve ever seen. barely bends at the waist. looks like heâs dodging an invisible attack. his face is red. he mutters, âhappy now,â like heâs seconds away from committing a crime.Â
zanka inhales. exhales. visibly dissociates. then through clenched teeth, he goes:
âirasshaimase (welcome).â deadpan. lifeless. zero soul. sounds like heâs announcing a funeral.Â
enjin squints. âya gotta add âmasterâ.â zanka loses five years off his lifespan.Â
he straight up refuses. threatens bodily harm. threatens to quit whatever this is. threatens to throw the tray at enjinâs head. but then enjin, absolute menace, goes, âcâmon. ya look kinda hot when yer mad.âÂ
fatal hit.Â
zanka freezes. swallows. stares at the floor like it personally wronged him. then very quietly â so quietly it almost doesnât count â he says, â⊠irasshaimase⊠master.â immediately turns away. will not make eye contact. ears burning. soul leaving his body.Â
you laugh. he glares. âdonât laugh!â he snaps, except it comes out way less threatening than he wants because heâs still in a maid outfit holding a tray like his life depends on it.Â
next humiliation: the heart thing with his hands. absolutely not. no chance. except remlin physically guides his wrists together just to show him, and zanka jerks away like heâs been electrocuted. âdonât touch me,â he growls, mortified. but after a moment⊠he does it himself. sloppy. crooked. looks like heâs strangling an invisible ghost.Â
august asks him to say âmoe moe.âÂ
zanka stares at him.
silence.
then: âiâm actually killinâ ya.âÂ
he never actually says it, but he does compromise by aggressively tapping the table and muttering something that might be âmoeâ if you squint and believe hard enough. enjin accepts it like itâs the best thing heâs ever witnessed.Â
worst part? once enjin starts genuinely complimenting him â saying the outfit suits him, laughing like itâs fond instead of mocking â zanka stops fighting as hard. still grumpy. still embarrassed. but now when heâs told to carry things or serve drinks, he just sighs and does it.Â
by the end, heâs exhausted, sitting there in full maid getup, apron slightly crooked, glare dulled into a permanent scowl. if you tease him and ask if he had fun, he snaps back, âshut up.â then adds, quieter, â⊠donât tell anyone about this.âÂ
enjin absolutely will tell everyone.
zanka knows this.
and yet, yet, if enjin asks him to do one more stupid bow?
he does it.Â
for those wondering (because i was curious how this meme originated too), this reddit post explained that âin one of the translations, after zanka recovers from his 2nd fight with jabber, zanka says he's just too green, as in he's not experienced enough. but the fandom has run away with that line and now he is a green man.âÂ
the hospital room smells like antiseptic and bad decisions.Â
zanka is sitting on the bed with his arms crossed, bandages peeking out from under his shirt, staring at the wall like it personally betrayed him. youâre standing there with a plastic bag of snacks and a look that says i left you alone for five minutes.Â
he doesnât look at you when he speaks.Â
âi ainât green enough,â he says quietly.Â
you freeze mid-step.Â
â⊠iâm sorry?âÂ
he sighs, shoulders slumping. âthatâs all.âÂ
you slowly set the bag down. very carefully. like youâre dealing with something unpredictable.Â
âzanka,â you say, âare you having a moment or did you eat something weird before i got here.âÂ
he finally looks at you, eyes dull with exhaustion, but still very much serious. painfully so.Â
âi messed up,â he says. âthought i knew better. turns out i didnât.â his fingers curl into the sheets. âiâm not green enough.âÂ
thereâs a beat.Â
then another.Â
and then you snort.Â
like, full-on, canât-hold-it-back snort.Â
his head snaps up. âwhy are ya laughing.âÂ
âiââ you try to stop. you fail. âiâm sorry. i justâ are you calling yourself⊠unripe?âÂ
his scowl is immediate. âthatâs not what i mean.âÂ
âbecause it sounds like youâre saying you need more sunlight for your chlorophyll. do you wanna go photosynthesize about it?âÂ
âiâm saying i lack experience,â he snaps, then pauses. â⊠wait. what did it sound like.âÂ
you grin. evil. âyou, on a hospital bed, sadly announcing youâre not green enough. like a rejected vegetable.âÂ
â⊠donât.âÂ
âlike you tried to get into a salad, but they said no.âÂ
he groans and drops back against the pillows. âi hate you.âÂ
âno you donât.âÂ
â⊠no,â he admits. âi donât.âÂ
the silence that follows is softer now. less sharp around the edges. zanka stares up at the ceiling, jaw tight, like the joke didnât erase what heâs feeling, just made it easier to breathe around it.Â
âi really thought i could handle it,â he says after a while. quieter. honest. âeveryone keeps acting like iâve got it together. like i know what iâm doing.â he lets out a small, bitter laugh. âguess iâm still green.âÂ
you stand up, move closer, and gently flick his forehead.Â
âow! the hell was that for?!âÂ
âfor thinking losing once defines you.âÂ
he blinks at you. âthat wasnât gentle.âÂ
âneither is fighting monsters and human enemies in a trash hellscape, but you still do it.âÂ
he huffs a laugh despite himself, a win on its own.Â
you step closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. your knee bumps his, and he doesnât move away.Â
âyou know green doesnât mean bad, right.âÂ
he hums. unconvinced.Â
âit just means you havenât been doing this forever,â you continue. âmeans youâre still young. learning. trying. dumb enough to care.âÂ
he glances at you. â⊠dumb?âÂ
âaffectionately,â you say. âvery affectionately.âÂ
his mouth twitches despite himself.Â
âeveryone whoâs actually good at something was green once,â you add. âanyone who says otherwise is lying or terrifying.âÂ
zanka exhales, tension leaking out of him little by little. âso iâm not hopeless.âÂ
âabsolutely not.âÂ
â⊠just undercooked.âÂ
âZANKA.âÂ
he laughs then. quiet, breathy, real. the kind that only slips out when heâs too tired to guard it.Â
âguess iâll grow into it,â he says.Â
you nudge his shoulder. âyeah. just⊠maybe donât nearly die for character development next time.âÂ
he smirks. âiâll try not to. for ya.âÂ
but when you reach out and lace your fingers with his, he squeezes back â grounded, warm, very much alive.Â
we have to have a talk, chat, this man is a man among men.
Oh, to be loved by Shouta Aizawa.
A man who the author himself described as âactually kind of doting,â even if heâd rather be caught dead than admit it out loud. A man whose love starts long before he ever names it. Itâs silent, insidious, settling into his bones without permission. He notices first. Always does. Your routines, the way your voice changes when youâre tired, the exact look on your face when youâre pretending youâre fine. His brain clocks it before his heart catches up, files it away as important long before he understands why.
By the time Shouta admits (quietly and begrudgingly) that yes, he likes you, heâs already gone. Already imagining you in his future in ways that feel terrifyingly permanent. When he finally accepts that you chose him, of all people, it rewires something fundamental in his chest. There is no halfway with Shouta. No contingency plans. Youâre it. Endgame. The idea of anyone else simply⊠doesnât compute.
He gives you a softness no one else ever sees. A side of himself that never makes it into hero reports or staff meetings. He knows heâs not easy, knows heâs tired, rough around the edges, emotionally blunt in a way that borders on unfair. And yet you stay. You choose him anyway. What else can he be in response but devastatingly devoted?
He doesnât say I love you loudly. Or often. Sometimes not even at all. But you feel it everywhere.
In the way he texts you reminders to eat, phrased like an afterthought but sent at the exact time you usually forget. In the way he keeps up with the small details of your life. Things you donât even remember telling him. In the way he asks if he can call you on your lunch break, voice low and a little tired, admitting that hearing you puts him at peace.
He knowsâ deep downâ that heâs stupidly in love, and heâs made his peace with it. Especially when you smile at him like that. The excited one. The one that makes something warm and inconvenient bloom in his chest. When you buy him a plant because his apartment is âso sad and empty,â and he pretends to grumble while immediately researching how much sunlight it needs. He cares for it meticulously. Not because he suddenly likes plants, but because you gave it to him.
When you finally agree to move in, his place stops feeling like somewhere he crashes between patrols and starts feeling like a home. Your things quietly appear in drawers. Your shoes by the door. Extra blankets because he knows you get cold. He never comments on it, but he sleeps better once youâre there.
You eventually realize just how closely he pays attention.
Coffee is already brewed when you step out of the shower, breakfast waiting even when you left him asleep in the bed. He shows up at your work with food because he noticed you skipped lunch, and because his class was busy training with All Might, so obviously this was the better use of his time. He walks on the street side of the sidewalk without thinking. Keeps a spare charger in his bag just in case. Adjusts his schedule around yours as naturally as breathing.
Shouta Aizawa loves like gravity.
Itâs never announced, never dramatic, never something you see coming until you realize youâre already held fast. There is no moment where it starts, only the realization that itâs always been there, pulling you back to him no matter how far your days stretch or how crazy the world becomes.
He doesnât demand your attention. He doesnât need to. You just find yourself gravitating toward him, toward the warmth of his presence, the calm in his silence, the way he exists beside you without asking you to be anything other than exactly who you are. His love doesnât rush or overwhelm; it anchors. Keeps you grounded when everything else feels like itâs spinning out of control.
hiii just wanted to say i love the way you write aizawađđ
would you maybe be interested in writing about him again? literally anything
The way this has been sitting in my drafts partially finished for a year and a half... Girl I'm so sorry sjdhjhdhdg
"We should consider getting married for the tax benefits."
You sit up, abandoning your magazine and staring across the couch to where Shota sat on the other end, tapping away at his clunky, old laptop. "I'm sorry?"
"The tax benefits- married couples file jointly which means-"
"No, I know about joint filing," you say, pulling your legs to your chest. "That's how you're proposing to me?"
In the three and a half years you've been together, you don't think you've ever seen Shota look scared. To his credit, it's subtle. Frozen features aside from his eyes widening to saucers. The man was too stunned to speak, it seemed.
"I mean, I know we've always been pretty casual about milestones," you say as you stand, grabbing your wine glass from the coffee table and heading to the kitchen for a much needed refill. "You never really asked me to be your girlfriend," you continue as you pour, "I gradually moved in to your place over a matter of months, but-" you set the wine bottle down just a little heavier than you meant to. "For taxes? You're saying you want to marry me for taxes? I mean, don't I at least deserve a ring?"
Shota closed his laptop slowly, slipping your fluffy blanket off his legs, and trudged off into the bedroom without a word. Your blood started to bubble, on the verge of boiling, and you took a hefty gulp of wine. When Shota emerged from the bedroom again he had the decency to look apologetic.
And then he puts a little black box on the counter.
Your jaw grinds a little. "What's this?"
Sure enough, when he opens the box there's a ring inside. The perfect ring, actually. You didn't think he'd really paid attention in the past when you made little comments about what you did or didn't like in an engagement ring, what metal, what stone, what shape- but it was all correct.
"I wasn't-" he sighs heavily, running a hand over his face before he folds in on himself and hunches over the counter. "That wasn't the proposal. The proposal was going to be something nice. Something with a nice dinner and a stroll through the botanical gardens, or breakfast in bed on a trip to the countryside. This was supposed to be the conversation to make sure we were on the same page."
You took a deep breath. "Of course we're on the same page. Do you think we'd still be together after all this time if I didn't want to marry you?"
"I didn't want to think, I wanted to know. In your words." He raises up again, taking your left hand in both of his. His thumbs ran over your bare knuckles gently, a sense of hesitancy in his touch.
"Well you definitely weren't thinking, that's for sure," you mumble, trying to ease the tension.
"Clearly I wasn't."
You purse your lips. "The botanical gardens?" You ask.
"You said a few months ago that you always mean to go but never do."
The corners of your mouth lift a little. "Breakfast? In the countryside?"
"You love breakfast foods," he answers. "And those cows with the long hair-"
"Highland cows," you correct.
"Highland cows," he repeats. "You're always showing me videos of them."
Any bubbling, boiling anger has evaporated. Maybe you should have heard him out just a little before jumping to conclusions.
"It's a beautiful ring," you comment.
"It's custom," he tells you. "Do you want to put it on?"
"I don't know..." you sigh, "... I like the sound of that whole garden walk and countryside breakfast stuff."
"How about this," he says, plucking the ring out of the box with one hand while the other cradles your fingers so delicately. "You wear this now, and we'll do those things to celebrate the engagement. And I'll buy you some jewelry to match your new ring to give you then. That sound alright to you?"
You smile and nudge the ring with the appropriate finger, urging him to slide it on.
"You can pay for it with the money we'll save on taxes."
He sighs in that familiar exhausted fondness you've grown used to over the years.
"I'll never live this down, will I?"
You lean in and kiss him firmly. "Til death do we part, my love."
âź Husband!aizawa, fem!reader, fluff, men who yearn, physical affection, lover man
âź synopsis: Aizawa with an affectionate wife
When he's gotten to the point of marriage, nothing will surprise him anymore. He's been in love with you for years, getting used to your little quirks and ways you show affection. + the honorable mention of Hizashi being an affectionate friend in their teens.
So the moment he feels your arms wrapping around him, or you lying on him, he's locked into affectionate husband mode, no matter what he was doing. Grading papers? Eating? Watching TV? None of that matters when he has you.
Affection comes to him so easily when it comes to you; he's just happy to have you there. Peppering your temple with kisses, holding your hand, anything you like, he likes.
In the privacy of your home, he's all over you, cooking dinner together: he stands behind you, rubbing your waist with one hand and helping with ingredients in the other as you discuss the mundane.
Showering together is just about his favorite time of day, getting to take in the steam and the sight of you under the water. The moment you try to start washing his back, he knows you're both done for.
He likes cuddling more as an adult than he did as a teen, somehow, curling up together on the couch, in his sleeping bag, or in bed. He's cuddled you on the bathroom floor, hungover, before.
He likes it when you curl up beside him on the couch and rest your head in his lap. He doesn't quite know why, but the moment you just get comfortable on him, his hand brushes your temple, whispering sweet nothings.
lazy days are like the second coming of your honeymoon, where you're both barely dressed, just spending the limited hours you get to be lazy & comfortable all over you. In any way he can get
whenever he's had a rough patrol, he likes to just lie in the bed beside you and watch you breatheâit might be a little creepy, but it reminds him of the good in the world he's trying desperately to protect.
Calm, small, lingering kisses over your skin. It could be your ankle; if it's within reach of his lips, he will attempt to kiss it.
You're allowed to braid his hair, especially since he keeps it longer than he did as a teenager, but if you & Eri bust out the butterfly clips, he will try to shield himself.
As a husband, he still loves carrying around his wife; he even finds more joy in it than he did as a teen, because there are so many sweet memories just woven into the action, it's like second nature.
gasping for air, you stare at the raider in front of you. he, on the other hand, grins unnaturally wide, almost creepily. sweat glistens along your templeâyou really should have avoided this part of the trashed city.
giggling, the madman jumps up and down in front of you, his dark locks following his fidgety movements.
âthis is so fun, come on, hit me again!â
what the hell is wrong with him?
you frown, tighten your grip on your jinki and run towards him, ready to attack. âfreak,â you spit at him.
he groans in response, bites his lip and giggles again.
âyeah, just like that. don't stop, pretty.â
a few steps away, you toss your jinki aside. his eyes widen, baffled.
âare you giving up already? you're no funââ
the taunt dies on his lips as the jinki snaps back to life, coiling around his legs and yanking him hard to the ground. in a blink, youâre on top of him, wrenching the weapon free and pressing it tight against his throat.
âgame over.â
his confusion twists into an even broader grin, sharp and delighted. you could swear his pink eyes shine brighter than before.
âsorry, ma, but i canât let you go yet,â he drawls, extending his left claw with unmistakable intent.
your eyes widen. reflex sends you stumbling backward, the slash cutting through empty air where you stood a heartbeat ago.
your heel catches on a scrap of metal. your balance pitches forward, and for a split second that stretches unbearably long, you know youâve lost it. a quiet curse slips from your lips as you reach for stability that isnât there.
you fall.
not to the floor.
right into him.
jabbers back hits the ground with a dull thud as you come down hard on top of him. your knees land on either side of his hips, your weight settling squarely onto his lap before your mind can catch up to what just happened.
your jinki slips from your grasp and skids across the ground, clattering to a stop several meters away.
for a heartbeat, everything stills.
you can feel his breath beneath youâhot, unevenâhis chest rising and falling too fast. then he laughs. a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrates straight through you.
âhahâŠâ he murmurs. âfalling for me already?â
you start to push yourself up, panic flaring, until you see it.
his hand lifts.
fuck.
his fingers spread, his claw slides out and your jinki is out of reach. instinct takes over.
before you even have time to think, you grab him, pull his hair hard and tilt his head back. his dark locks slip roughly through your fingers, tight enough to prevent him from moving.
he freezes.
then he lets out a throaty sound, somewhere between laughter and a groan.
âahââ
his grin flickers briefly, becoming sharper, wilder. his eyes light up as if you've flipped a switch.
âoh fuck,â he breathes. âagain...â
âweirdo,â you snarl, without taking your eyes off him. your fingers are still buried in his hair, your grip firm, more a warning than a caress.
for a split second, he just stares at you.
then he laughs.
a bright, honest laugh that doesn't seem to fit the situation at all. his head leans a little further against your grip, as if he wants to increase the pain.
âweirdo?â he repeats, almost delighted. âoh, that's new.â
his shoulders tremble slightly as he makes that deep, satisfied sound again.
his shoulders shake with that low, satisfied sound again.
âmost people scream when they see me,â he says lazily. âor curse. or beg.â
his gaze drags slowly over your face, lingering on your eyes in a way that makes your skin prickle.
you feel it before your mind can process it.
a sudden, hard tension beneath you, clearly out of place and far too present to be a coincidence. your breath hitches subconsciously as you realize what your body is registering.
he shifts beneath you, sitting up just slightly, and his grin turns knowing.Â
âsay that again.â
your stomach flips. âyouâre sick,â you mutter. âcompletely insane.â
âmmh,â he breathes, a soft, broken sound. âyeah. just like that.â
his hips jerk up slightly, just enough to make the pressure beneath you impossible to ignore. your breath hitches as he continues to grind against you, even increasing the pressure, clearly testing how youâll react.
a quiet sound slips from himâa low grunt.
âoh,â he murmurs. âyou feel so good, doll.â
he moves again, more deliberately this time. a stronger, intentional grind that crosses the line on purpose. his gaze never wavers, tracking every twitch, every hitch of your breath. you knit your brows, jaw tightening as you force your expression into something harder, refusing to let him see how flustered you are.
you snap, grabbing him and hauling him closer, forcing his head back. your fingers thread into his hair, grip tight; your knees lock him in place. his breathing turns quick and uneven.
âpathetic,â you sneer, your grip on his hair tightening, almost merciless. despite the venom in your words, your body betrays you, pressing closer as your hips rock forward.
âhahânghâyes, ma,â he moans, his hips jerking up in response.
âyouâre so disgusting.â you lean in, lips brushing his ear. âyour enemy degrading you gets you hard, huh?â
he nods helplessly, licking his lips, looking up at you through half lidded eyes with that infuriating grin.
you roll your hips again, drawing a deep moan from his throat. âfuck.â
âif i help you with your little problem,â your free hand wanders to his throat, fingers tightening as you pull him closer by his hair until your breath ghosts over his lips, âwill you let me go, hm?â
giggling, his hand, now without claws, grabs your thigh. âso you do like it after all? seems like i'm not the only freak, ma.âÂ
his other hand grabs your waist, pressing you closer to him, âjust this once,â he grins.
immediately, both of his hands grab your hips and move them in circles. a few curse words leave his mouth.
you use the hand on his throat to pull him closer and crash your lips onto his. his bulge continues to grind against your crotch, desperately seeking friction. âfuck, jabber...â you whimper against his lips.
âfeel good, pretty?â he laughs against your jaw, his nose brushing your cheek as he begins to plant wet kisses from your neck to your collarbone. the feeling of his soft lips on your skin makes you shiver. he nips at the skin on your neck, soothing the area with a warm tongue.
his teeth graze your collarbone, sharp and unforgiving. you gasp, a sound he swallows immediately with another deep kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips like he owns them. your hand on his throat tightens, squeezing harder as his hips buck up, grinding that thick, trapped length against you in frantic little circles.
âfeels even better than my- hah- toxins.â
ângh â shut up,â you gasp against his lips, teeth grazing his bottom lip before you bite down, punctuating the words.
he lets out a broken moan, still grinning, and fuck, and itâs like something inside him sparks. his breathing grows ragged, panting against your mouth and his hips thrust up harder, needier. bulge grinding against your soaked core.
you laugh at him, âclose already? you really are pathetic.â
he lets out a choked laugh, burying his face in the crook of your neck. âthereâs that sweet mouth,â he retorts, sucking at your sensitive skin.
your hand grips his jaw, forcing his mouth open, âthen go on, cum for me freak,â you mumble against his lips before your spit lands on his tongue.
his eyes roll to the back of his head as he swallows up your salvia greedily.Â
âgonna- mhm-,â his hips jerk violently as he cums in his pants, the wet spot instantly spreading and soaking though the fabric. he collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily.
âhahâŠyouâre fucking insane, pretty,â he grins with a flushed face.
bonus: zanka narrows his eyes. âhow the hell did you escape Jabber?â he asks.
u know the classic line âwould u still love me if I was a workâ ZANKA WOULD CALL ON THE CHOKER TO ASK IF U,S/OWE (IDC) WOULD KISS HIM AFTER RUDO SLUNG u know what ON HIM
My friend told me that AND I WAS CRYING AND HAD TO SHARE IT WITH YOU
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a/n:Â OMG YESSSSS THIS IS SO PEAK I HAD TO WRITE ABOUT IT đđđ
it happens so fast that it doesnât even register as humiliation at first â just shock.Â
one second, zanka is mid-running, lovely assistaff in hand, blood choker warm against his throat as he barks at rudo to stop swinging that stupid plunger around like itâs a divine weapon. the next secondâ
schlop.Â
something warm. something wet. something that should NOT be airborne.Â
the world freezes.Â
zanka blinks once. twice. the smell hits.Â
â⊠rudo.âÂ
rudo, panting, eyes wide, looks down at the plunger in his hands. then back at zanka. then back at the plunger.Â
â⊠oh.âÂ
silence. the kind that rings in your ears.Â
zanka slowly raises a hand and touches his cheek. pulls his fingers back. stares.Â
brown.Â
his soul leaves his body.Â
he does not scream. he does not yell. he does not even insult rudo, which is how everyone knows this has permanently damaged him. he just turns around, walks exactly three steps away from the crime scene, and activates the blood choker with the stiff, traumatized movements of a man who has seen the end.Â
the blood choker hums against your throat out of nowhere, warm and urgent, like itâs offended you didnât answer fast enough.Â
âzanâ?âÂ
âdonât say my name like that.âÂ
you blink. â⊠like what.âÂ
âhappy.âÂ
that alone is enough to make you suspicious.Â
âokayâŠ?â you say slowly. âwhat happened.âÂ
thereâs a pause. not a normal pause. the kind where you can hear distant chaos on the other end of the line. boots scraping. someone choking for air. thenâÂ
another wheeze explodes in the background, followed by enjin practically screaming, âIâM SORRYâ I CANâTâ ZANKA YA LOOKED SO CONFIDENT TWO SECONDS AGOââÂ
âSHUT UP,â zanka snaps, mortified.Â
you sit up. âokay, now you HAVE to tell me.âÂ
silence. then a deep breath. like heâs bracing himself for emotional impact.Â
â⊠rudo threw poop at me.âÂ
you donât laugh. not yet.Â
â⊠what.âÂ
âhe used a plunger as a weapon,â zanka continues, voice painfully controlled. âa vital instrument. i did not know there was residue. there WAS residue.âÂ
another explosion of laughter from enjin, who sounds like heâs genuinely fighting for his life. you hear him hit something â maybe a wall, maybe the ground.Â
âI CANâT FUCKINâ BREATHEââ enjin howls.Â
zanka growls something violent and muffled before continuing, quieter now, âit got on my face.âÂ
thatâs when it hits you.Â
you lose it.Â
full-on. you drop back onto whatever youâre sitting on, laughing so hard you wheeze, clutching your stomach, tears immediately forming. every attempt to breathe just makes it worse because now youâre imagining it. zanka nijiku. prideful. sharp-tongued. terrifying.Â
poop.Â
âyer laughingâŠâ he says, wounded.Â
âIâM SORRYââ you gasp, not sorry at all. âi justâ ENJIN LAUGHING IS MAKING IT WORSEââÂ
enjin, somehow louder, cackles, âHE JUST STOOD THERE. HE DIDNâT EVEN SCREAM. HIS SOUL LEFT HIS BODYââÂ
âENJIN STOPââÂ
youâre crying now. actual tears. âthis is the worst thing thatâs ever happened to you.âÂ
âthis is the worst thing thatâs ever happened to ANYONE," zanka corrects.Â
your laughter slowly dies down into hiccups, chest aching. you wipe your eyes. âokay. okay. iâm calm.âÂ
â⊠are ya,â he says skeptically.Â
â⊠no,â you admit, snorting.Â
another pause. the background noise fades a little, like zankaâs stepped away from the scene of the crime. his voice is closer now. quieter.Â
â⊠hey.âÂ
the shift makes you stop laughing entirely. âyeah?âÂ
â⊠be honest with me.âÂ
your heart does a tiny flip. âabout what?âÂ
hesitation. just a beat too long.Â
â⊠would ya still kiss me,â he asks, voice low and miserable, âknowing rudo flung actual human waste at my face.âÂ
you freeze. then smile so hard it hurts.Â
âzanka.âÂ
â⊠donât say my name like that.âÂ
âyes,â you say, without missing a beat. âobviously.âÂ
even through the choker, you hear the breath he lets out. slow. relieved. like he was genuinely afraid of the answer.Â
â⊠even right now.âÂ
âeven right now.âÂ
â⊠even though i feel contaminated.âÂ
âespecially because you feel contaminated.âÂ
he huffs, half embarrassed, half fond. âyer insane.âÂ
âyouâre the one who got shat on.âÂ
a distant voice screams, âSHE SAID SHEâD STILL KISS YAââÂ
âENJIN.âÂ
âTHATâS TRUE LOVEââÂ
the call cuts abruptly.Â
later, when heâs scrubbed raw and pretending this never happened âÂ
pairings. enjin x fem!reader
content. sfw
language. english
warnings. none
enjin liked to tease.
heâd poke you on the cheek while discussing plans for a mission. pinch you on your side where youâre ticklish. hide your things in places you canât reach, just to get a reaction out of you.
it would get on your nerves, thatâs for sure. and when that happened, all it took was one look for him to stop.
suddenly, his teases would turn into clumsy compliments.
heâd comment on your hairâhow beautifully the new color suited you. then your clothesâhow badass you look in them, as he likes to say. and if he was really trying, heâd sometimes call you ineffable.
it made you wonder how he even knew the word. âdo you even know what that means?â
âsure.â he smirked, confidence and all. âindescribable.â
what enjin liked more, though, was spending time with you.
itâs true.
it wasnât something youâd notice, but heâd purposely go on missions with you even on his day off. at the cafeteria, heâd intentionally match your paceâeven when you ate painfully slow for his liking.
he adorned every single thing about you.
sometimes, it would scare him that his feelings for you would become too much. too much for his heart to handle, too much for you to accept.
but fuckâenjin just couldnât help it.
you were the most wonderful thing in his world.
it was a shame he couldnât tell you. not yet, at the very least. not now, when he needed to sort himself out.
âone day, iâll tell her.â he kept telling himself as he waited for you by the car.
having overheard him, you asked, âtell who what?â
enjin jumped from his once relaxed frame. the poor guy stared at you, wide-eyed and completely at a loss for what to say.
he wondered how long youâd been standing there.
you wondered what stupid thing heâs done this time, fully convinced enjin was just figuring out a way to admit that heâd broken another vase of yours.
that i love you, enjin thought to himself.
then he broke a sheepish smile, âthat i broke your vase⊠again.â
he settled for the lie. only when you rolled your eyes and pinched his ears was he able to breathe again.
enjin showered you with countless apologies as he laughed uncontrollably.
he decided then that loving you, quietly or not, wasnât something he could escape.
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