[momodita]

tidbits જ⁀➴ hayato suo.

TAGS / WARNINGS: written for a male reader but can be read as gender neutral, fluff, really lightly suggestive, aged-up to third years, reader is part of furin WC: 500 NOTE: suo save me. they got me in [redacted] fandom. save me suo.

✗ MINORS / AGELESS / BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

“Another?” Suo has the decency to look sympathetic. “There sure are a lot of mosquitos this year.”

“At least they’re leaving you alone,” you grumble, dragging blunted nails over the itchy bump. “Lucky bastard. They’re biting everywhere.”

“Better mosquitos than a person.” Nirei shudders beside you. It’s easy to guess what he’s thinking: the memory of Tomiyama nearly tearing a chunk out of Umemiya’s throat vivid even after all this time. You recall the bandages on his neck after the fact; how long he’d had to wear them to prevent infection. Of course, there hadn’t been a scar when it finally healed, but watching it happen meant Nirei would not be forgetting that moment soon.

“Better mosquitos than Sakura,” you declare, pointing your spoon at the man in question as he shoves a spoonful of omurice in his mouth.

He scowls at you. “The hell are you talking about? I ain’t biting anyone.”

“With teeth like yours I hope not,” you comment dryly. “You’d puncture something important and they’d bleed out in a heartbeat.” Nirei makes a face at the line of ketchup across his own portion, then gives you a flat stare.

“You’ve bitten people before though, right?” he asks. Sakura recoils as you choke up your drink, spraying it back in the glass. Suo calls out to ask for another cup of water.

“H-how did you know that?!” you croak, voice ragged and muffled into your napkin. Nirei frantically thumps a palm against your back, rolling out apology after apology. “Wh-what’re you going around asking?!”

“Nothing weird!” His hands shoot up in surrender. “I just—some of the people I talked to said you had a habit of biting people.”

“In middle school!” you protest, face hot. “And only the people that would try choking me out! Don’t make me sound like some weirdo.”

“So it’s true, then.” Suo slides the water across the table. Grumbling, you take it without meeting his eyes. “Are you embarrassed? How cute.” You throw him a nasty glare. He merely smiles, unfazed.

“I’m not going around biting anyone I please,” you grumble. “I’m not an animal.”

“Coulda fooled me,” Sakura says under his breath. You resist the urge to fling the broccoli off your plate between his eyes. “Well?” he prompts. “Did you win?”

The corner of your mouth lifts. “Do you think I would lose?” Sakura buries a grin into his food. Suo sits quietly as your group finishes eating, hardly touching his cup of tea. Not unusual for him, though you can count on one hand the occasions you’ve actually seen him eat.

“I better be careful when next we spar,” he comments on the way out of Café Pothos, Kotoha’s cheerful voice calling out behind you. Sakura and Nirei are walking ahead, chatting between each other.

You frown, raising an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

Suo’s gaze on you feels oddly calculating. The hairs on your nape stand when his lips curl up.

“Wouldn’t want to risk getting bit.”

[andypantsx3]

wanting to playfully wrestle and get pinned by your boyfriend bakugou but he treats it like the WWE smackdown

[peterokii]

i think shoto does the thing cat do when you hover your hand above their head

[karikarasuno]

shouto has your schedule memorized. accidentally of course, but it's ingrained in his head. for example, you’re always three minutes late. and you’re always carrying an obscene amount of things in your arms. today you’re holding a plastic tote that seems to have cupcakes inside– or maybe they’re muffins– along with a water bottle, a coffee mug, two bags, and your lunch box. he wants to offer to help, but instead he watches you. 

your first stop is always the break room. his eyes follow you until you disappear behind a corner. you’re wearing a dress today that hits right above your knees and boots that stop just below them. he rather enjoys when you wear dresses, only ever wearing them on fridays, when the dress code is more lax and you can incorporate more of your personal style. you wear colors. it is the only source of anything bright or cheerful in the office. 

aside from your office itself. it’s stationed right beside his. music is always trickling out beneath the cracks of the door and the soft smell of chamomile wafts around its four walls. he only recognizes the smell because he had a meeting with you in there to discuss some reports your department was in charge of and he noticed a small diffuser on your bookshelf with a chamomile essential oil beside it.

it’s rare that you’re ever alone together. even rarer that it’s somewhere as intimate as your office. it’s littered with things that are so innately you. that’s how he learned your favorite color is green. and that you have a vast assortment of teas organized in a wooden box on your desk. 

you always offer to make him a cup. he always declines, but the offer alone warms him from the inside. 

“morning , shouto,” you say, popping your head through his open door and smiling. his cheeks warm at the expression. he really never tires of looking at you.

“good morning,” his voice cracks, so he clears it as he sits up in his chair. when you step inside his office, the smell of your perfume hits him. it’s sweet like vanilla, but paired with something deeper, almost earthy. he tries not to close his eyes and relish in it. 

“so i made these vanilla chai muffins last night and cooked about a dozen too many,” you say, hand holding out a muffin on a napkin towards him. “would you like one?” 

he’s not even sure if he likes chai but he takes it anyway. because he likes you. your fingers are warm when they brush his. he wonders what it would be like to hold them. since his have a tendency to run cold –his right side more so than his left. but he imagines how comforting it would be. and then he remembers you’re still standing in front of his desk. expectantly. 

“thank you,” he says, assuming that’s what you’re waiting for.

“You’re welcome,” you respond sweetly, still standing patiently on the other side of his desk. there’s a moment of exchanging stares. heat rises and settles beneath his collar. your eye contact always unsettled him. but because it always felt like you were staring deeper into his soul than anyone he’s ever met. he never knows how to respond to it, other than glancing away.

you laugh, breathless and amused. “i want you to try it.”

“right now?”

“mhm,” you hum with a nod to emphasize your answer. 

“why?” he asks before thinking, but not in offense, purely because he's curious as to why you would want to watch him try something.

“because i want to know if you like it, and it's easier to tell if you’re lying if i see you take your first bite,” you joke, hands adjusting the bags that are still on your shoulder since you’ve yet to stop by your office. 

“oh ok,” he says, the heat below his collar beginning to escape up his neck. he pauses before he takes a bite, the muffin just an inch away from his lips. he feels your eyes on him intently. eager. And his nerves are starting to fester beneath his skin. 

his bite is bigger than he intends to be. nearly eating half of the muffin in one go. he hears you suppress a giggle, your eyes alight with amusement when he glances up at you with a mouth full of the pastry you made. he’s taken aback by how pretty you look at that moment. the sun peeking through his slanted blinds, not fully open, but wide enough to cast you in light that makes you appear quite heavenly. he never knows what to do with his feelings. an infatuation or maybe a crush or maybe something deeper. he didn’t know. not when you looked at him. not when you smiled at him. not when you touched him. 

all he knows is that he wants to keep your eyes on him, your smile directed towards him, and your hands always on him. 

“so?” you prompt, taking an anticipatory step closer to him. that’s when he remembers to chew. the flavor surprises him, sweet but spicy. light and not too sugary. it’s good, delicious even. he wonders how you can be so good at everything. or maybe he simply just likes everything that you do.  

“it’s really good,” he says, once he finally swallows his overindulgent bite. Your smile widens, probably deciding that he’s not lying, before tilting your head in that pretty way you always do and saying “glad you like it.”

he doesn’t get a chance to respond before you're exiting his office, somehow taking the life right out of it and back with you. the sun even dims in your absence. 

10:45 am on the dot and you’re walking past his office. it’s your scheduled tea time. he’s sure he’s the only one in the office that has noticed it. but every day at the same time you walk by with a mug and head for the break room. it’s where you keep your electric kettle. also in the color green.

today, again, you pause by his open door. he drops his pen in surprise. “i’m gonna make some tea.”

he simply stares. you smile again. and his heart stutters. “do you want some?”

“what kind do you have?” the question surprises even him.

“all kinds,” you respond cheekily.

“what’s your favorite?” 

“caffeinated or non-caffeinated?”

“non-caffeinated.”

“i’ll surprise you,” you wink, head tilting again in that way he really appreciates and this time his breathing gets stuck somewhere in his chest. 

When you return this time it’s with two mugs, both with heavy plumes of steam whirling above them. 

“careful,” you say as you set it down before him, “it’s really hot.”

“what is it?” he asks, smelling over the lip instinctively. 

“peppermint,” you answer.

[smallpwbbles]

Some fanart I shoulda done a while ago for @humanityinahandbag and @samthefrank sonic movie fic Making space on A03 which is the second in their "family loading... please wait" series

[chipistrate]

A normal Wachowski brothers afternoon

og under cut

[stardella]

Maria and her little alien brother sketchbook dump from the last few weeks

Minor spoilers for Sonic 3 ig

[homahowi]

He is sleepy

[atanerrum]

exercise in environment with da wolfwood

[alexxuun]

Smoke break buddies!

[kirawrart]

holds hands aggressively;;;; silly boys

[andypantsx3]

andie, i have to be so real my brain was thirsting at the thought of shouto rolling up his sleeves and also wet t-shirt sweeping the hair out his face... he's so handsome!! why is he so handsome!!!

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES NIKU YEEEEEEEEEEES. khskjhdfkjhd just the thought of the wet press of muscle through that shirt has me chewing through the wall. I just know I would need to be revived with like smelling salts if I ever saw him IRL. That is the kind of beauty the human brain was just not built to process!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[pikatsum]

a non-comprehensive list of annoying things Bakugou Katsuki would do to a put-upon live-in partner:

- pushes you back into your seat any time you try to stand up and is WAYYY too smug when he catches and “saves” you from the peril of his own making.

- walks by and steals your phone/book/bag right out of your hands for no reason (attention).

- never ever EVER forgets when you misuse or mispronounce a word, and repeats it ad nauseam.

- “[pet name] likes me better than you”.

- mimics voices CONSTANTLY. your voice. the neighbor’s voice. your annoying coworker’s voice— he’s got a whole repertoire.

- if you wear glasses… godspeed, because he WILL try them on and make comments abt your prescription (hold strong, he’ll need his own pair by 40)

- (correctly) predicts the ending of 9/10 of the TV shows you watch together.

- sometimes whaps you with a dish towel.

- Windexes a surface IMMEDIATELY after you’re done with it. you will have BARELY moved a hot dish from the oven before he’s swooping down on the microscopic crumbs you’ve left behind.

- for the easily-startled crowd… occasionally he’s gonna exploit that. thinks he’s SO FUNNY for the self-created jump-scare, like he doesn’t have a heart condition himself.

- If it reaches self-appointed bedtime (read: a hot 9:30 PM) and you, in a flight of fancy, are NOT in bed? those eyes are tracking every. single. step that you take.

- only once you slide into bed does he mutter something like “that’s what I thought” (be prepared: whacking him with your pillow WILL incite a wrestling match)

[parientou]

[dekusheroacademia]

todobaku moments 107/? - Special one shot: A Piece of Cake

[melonbite]

remedial course besties

[tayatimiko]

Shoto Doodles