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college!hanta sero x college!reader

summary: drunk leads to: loweky drunk confessions, which then leads to: guilty morning confrontations... ꕤ｡˚⋆

“sheesh. kaminari said you were drunk but I didn’t realize you were this bad.”

hanta frowned, quickly shutting the bathroom door behind him. his oversized white tee hung loosely on his frame and written in sharpie the shirt read, “I don’t smoke and I get straight As.”

right. you were at your last big bash for the semester. some frat had hosted a white lie party, and without much reluctance the whole group decided to go for a final hoorah.

so there you sat (in a surprisingly clean-ish bathroom!) trying not to puke. with your back pressed up against the cool wall above the vent, and your forehead still slicked with sweat from dancing, you were the complete bundle-pack of shit-faced college girl.

“ ‘m really not.” you grumbled, glaring upwards to see nothing but his smug, grinning expression. “don’t give me that look.”

he put his hands up, playfully sighing as he knelt down to where you sat.

“well, I want to say I told you so…but…” he chuckled, handing you a bottle of water instead. watching as your half lidded eyes rolled at his shot to prove he was right (again, like he always was when you got tipsy) but he just smiled back.

you chugged the cool liquid, body finally being rewarded something other than fizzy drinks and liquor. and it didn’t take long till you were nearly done with the bottle.

“woah there, take a breather. if you drink it all at once it’s just going to make you feel worse.” he chuckled, big hand settling over your grip on the water, with palm wrapping around the back of yours. a gesture that wouldn’t seem so intimate if it weren’t for the fact his hand lingered just a little too long.

you both knew the touch was unnecessary. an excuse just to get in close like one of you always does.

“mm.. you give me water, just to take it away?” you lazily smirked, hand trying to pull the bottle back towards your chest. but he didn’t budge.

instead he playfully scoffed, his hand finally breaking away with the water. cutting you off.

“don’t give me this pout, you know I’m doing it ‘cuz I care, ya dork.”

“oh you do now?”

“what? care?” he frowned a bit, dark eyes watching yours. “cmon, you know I care about you more than anyone.”

that signature stare of his, affectionate….almost.. loving.

you looked away, pretending to find the shower next to you suddenly interesting.

“not the way I do.” you mumbled, hands fidgeting in your lap. “ ‘s not the same.”

his gaze lingered on your drunken-reddened cheeks as you pretended not to notice. eyes still looking at the tiles in the shower, the curtains, the-

“whatever dork, you can tell me more about that once we get you in my car.” grinning, he stood up, hands outreached down for you to grab.

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the drive back did not include confessions from your lips. rather mumbles about the party and how badly your head hurt.

but nothing about your painfully long crush on sero.

he never brought it back up either. whatever you meant in the bathroom he didn’t want to assume, and much for his own sake.

…..because ever since he met you he’d be head over heels.

how could he put it? to start, you were his dream girl. you liked the games he played, grew up into the same nerdy comics, even digged the music he did. and yet you were so beautiful. physically yes, but your soul?… it was the kind of energy that kept him wanting to talk with you for hours.

yeah, he couldn’t afford to lose you because of a stupid crush.

making it weird is the last thing he’d want to do.

so he chose safer than sorry, like always, keeping such thoughts to himself.

this time, they lingered in his head as he drove you both back in his beater car, your playlist on low. but he just hummed to the tune of the songs while you slurred about final exams.

still, sero could already imagine the texts you’d both get in the group chat tomorrow morning. mina would start it all off.

‘heard the lovebirds left early….again…’

uh huh. he already knew how it’d go.

but as he carried you out of the car and you leaned your head into his chest, none of that even mattered.

annnnd, when he finally opened his apartment door, hands maneuvering to keep ahold of you while he unlocked it, he felt like he'd be fine doing this a hundred times over.

you on the other hand, wished you didn't drink so much.

you already knew the bubbly feeling you felt in your chest would morph into a grizzly hangover by morning.

you were so sloshed. so much in fact, that you were surprised your sentences came out coherent (at least from what you could tell.)

the front of your head throbbed so painfully when any bright light came into your view. from when sero grabbed you from the car, till now, you had your eyes squeezed tight, face leaned into his chest.

another excuse for you to be pressed against him, taking in the smell of his crappy cologne that you pretended to hate. listening to the laughs that rumbled from him whenever you groaned about something.

they were all the tiny things that tickled your senses.

that made you feel so lovesick.

"I already regret drinking this much." you whined, hands unwrapping from his neck as he sat you on his bed. "I can already tell 'm gonna get a headache. I think I might have one now."

he shook his head, turning towards his dresser to grab you some clothes.

"You think you have a headache? Or you know?"

he didn't turn around to ask you, and your eyes took that chance to immediately stick to his back.

you were basically drooling over him.

his large shoulder blades would shift when he moved the clothes in his drawer, and it drew even more attention to how perfectly wide his upper back was, and how deliciously it glided down to his toned sides.

damn you wish boys didn't always get to look so snatched.

"you look goooodd." you sang, completely disregarding his question.

he stopped what he was doing for a moment, looking over his shoulder.

"yeah? you think so?" he smirked, eyes glinting.

"mmm I know so." You giggled, bringing his comforter up to your face.

he turned around fully, tossing a large tee and sweats at you before heading for the door.

"I'm going to leave you to change.” he went for the door, but before he left his head peaked out.

“don’t think about me too much.”

and with a wink, he left.

it only took a few minutes for you to be changed and bundled in his covers.

his pajama sweats were cozier than you'd liked to admit, and the tee shirt smelt like his woody laundry detergent. the combination of the two felt like you were wrapped in one of his big, gangly hugs.

you heard a knock on the door before sero came back, now dressed in what you could only assume were clothes he grabbed on his way out. some simple pajama pants that losely clung to his hips, with another one of his sexy shitty band tees.

"alright hot-shot, you all good now? need anything before I head downstairs?"

"aww no fun." you frowned, pouting your bottom lip. "you don't wanna keep me company?"

"it's not about if I want to or not, miss tequila."

"hey. I hate tequila."

"ohhh but you love to drink it." he snickered, heading to go back downstairs.

though before he could say goodnight and close the door, you cut him off as he grabbed the handle.

liquid courage must’ve gotten the best of you.

"hanta, ya know I think you're hot, right?"

he stopped mid-close of the door, body frozen.

"I mean, I guess I do now." smiling, he quirked his head a little. "what's up with you tonight?"

"well I just-" you sat up, loosely tucking strands of hair behind your ear. "do you- do you think I'm pretty?"

even as you said it you knew it was silly. tomorrow you'd be embarrassed and apologize. because it felt so stupid to ask him these high school questions, but deep down you just wanted to hear him say something.

he let out a breathy chuckle.

"i don't know anyone prettier than you."

you sat up slightly, an excited smile on your face.

"reaally? not one person?" you didn't even care that he was probably just saying what you wanted to hear. any friend would compliment you in a position like this.

but that part of you, the part you buried deep down, ached to hear him say something.

he grinned.

"now you're milking it." laughing, he finally shut the door after one last tease.

"go get some sleep, that big brain of yours needs to recharge before finals."

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when you woke up, it didnt take much time for you to remember your fan girl antics.

the embarrassment, as you predicted, creeped in your mind like something you couldn't erase from your memory. the guilt did too, for putting your friend in what was probably such an uncomfortable situation.

it made you want to curl up in a ball and pretend like none of it ever happened.

how could your friendship not feel weird after this? would he pretend like you never admitted to thinking he was hot? or practically begging him to compliment you? ….what the hell were you thinking?

speaking of.

"heyyyy" sero gently called to you as he knocked on the bedroom door. "I've got some of that tea you bought me going on the stove."

"O-okay!” you called, attempting to regain yourself from your embarrassment. “I’ll take some, thank you!"

you outstretched your arms as you sat up, taking in his room now that the morning light filtered through it. all sorts of music groups and movie posters littered his walls, your favorites catching your eyes like they always did. his room even had little trinkets positioned on the shelves, comics and games, the sorts that represented his interests.

in a weird way, his room felt like a second home.

you turned your head to the sound of the door creaking.

"alright, be careful with this it's pretty hot." sero crept in, two mugs in hand. "I used your favorite cup." he snickered, handing you the mug that said 'I'm too hungover for this.'

you groaned, smiling weakly as you took the warm cup from his hands.

"I don't even drink enough for this to be 'my mug'."

"ehhh that's true." He shrugged, taking a seat on the bed next to you. "but when you do, it's pretty funny."

you laughed and took a sip, the tea immediately soothing you with the heat that melted down your throat.

you both drank your teas in silence for a moment, neither delving in any small talk.

but you could still feel the reminders of last night creeping into your head. and unfortunately, you knew you had to address your misbehavior.

"uh, hey, I just wanted to say thank you for everything you did last night." you paused, blowing out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry if I acted a little out of line too."

at your words he grew tense, you could see it in the way his shoulders stiffened. but he gave you a weary smile, tapping his fingers against the mug in his lap.

He was nervous.

you felt horrible.

"listen, if I made things uncomfortable for you last night. I.." you looked down, trying to find the courage to say something. to let him know that you’d understand if he’d wanted distance after this.

but he broke thoughts off.

"well actually, i've got something to say too and i might as well now."

you chest squeezed at the words, finally looking up to meet his gaze.

he looked unsteady. conflicted.

this was definitely where it ends.

"I'm not sure how to say this." he groaned, hand coming to rub his face. "it's gonna sound pretty dumb, and if you never wanna talk to me again after this that's also cool, but….” he sighed, shoulders caving in.

“…I've always had a thing for you."

you caught your breath.

“what?”

"okay listen, I know I probably sound like a total weirdo because you've always seen me as your best friend—and just so you know I do too! it's just..." he gripped the mugs handle tighter, face twisting with guilt.

"I'm sorry I've just never been able to help but see you as more, ya know? I mean you're me but a chick" he laughed, eyes looking away for a moment before mumbling, "and yeah, you're really pretty."

you still didn't answer, too stunned by what you'd just heard.

he began to fidget with where he sat, leg starting to bounce at the knee, kicking up from the ground like maybe he could just expel all the anxiety through that movement.

"please at least say something.” he whined. “I won't be upset. so don't feel ba-"

you stopped listening, hands grabbing the collar of his shirt.

and before he could even react, you kissed him.

you'd never expect yourself to do something like this. but the tightness in your throat from his confession felt so overpowering, so overwhelming.

you felt like you had to show him you felt the same.

sero kissed back, hand gently cupping your face as he leaned into your lips. body finally registering that you were actually kissing him. he wasn't even sure this was real, but hell he wouldn't waste time debating it.

and though he moved slowly, on the inside he was trying his best to contain himself from crashing into you.

you pulled away, cheeks flushed.

"Sorry, that was a little random." you chuckled, leaning into the hand he still had on your face.

"No, no" he shook his head, smiling slightly. "that was probably the best thing that could've happened."

his thumb brushed your cheek, eyes once again giving you that all-too-affectionate look. but this time you stared back, simply soaking in the bliss of the moment.

you bit your lip, hands coming to fidget in your lap.

“so….you do like me then?”

he laughed at your question, dark eyes crinkling.

“you are such a dork.”

you scoffed, hand playfully smacking his shoulder.

“rude! …but is that a yes?”

he laughed again, leaning forward to give you a soft peck on the lips.

“it’s more than a yes.”

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thinking about doing a long story of Hawks x Reader

Reader whose lowkey wanted and escaped the toxic hero program who raised her to be a weapon. But while she’s on the loose hawks is sent to get her and they become lowkey hella enemies and eventually smth

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a new year | bakugo katsuki

“you want a good new year’s resolution?”

that stupid husky voice sent shivers down your spine as his cold hands slid under your shirt.

he knew what he was doing, he could see it.

your body shook with intense desire, and you tried your best to control everything in you from snapping all together, but it was useless.

“I say…” he paused, hands stopping under the fabric of your bra, mouth gently nipping at your ear. “we quit all this nonsense and get together.”

you shut your eyes, head leaning to press against the cool outside wall of the house. the echoes of people counting down the last minute of the year chanting from inside vibrated against you.

it was his idea, after all, to come to this work party together.

“everyone will know, they-“

he cut you off with a growl, hand squeezing your side.

“you think I give a damn what everyone says? they don’t dictate who I want.”

he trailed his lips from your ear, grazing your neck slowly before pulling away to face you directly, lips now centimeters from yours.

“and I know…” his red eyes stared into yours with an answer you could already see.

he wanted you, there was no denying it. the determination in his eyes was the same you’d seen many time before.

and when he wanted something, he did his best to make sure he got it.

“…I know you feel the same way, right?”

the question lingered in the air for a moment, the faint hum of night insects in the background as neighbors partied loudly to final thirty seconds of the present year.

you smirked, not lustful, but genuine. the kind that he’d come to admire.

and maybe it was the shot you’d had inside giving you liquid courage, or maybe the feeling of a fresh start, but you laid your feelings bare.

“you’ve known that for a long time now, Katsuki.”

the second he’d watched your lips say what he’d longed to hear, he smiled, wide.

“so…” he pressed his forehead against yours, hand coming to cup the side of your face.

there was only twenty seconds left.

“..let’s make this new year to no bullshit? to new beginnings?”

a shaky laugh of relief left your body as you rested a hand on his chest.

“you’d really want to do that? I mean- all the publicity, being exclusive, all of it… you know.” you trailed off anxiously and he snorted out a small grunt.

“you’ve never been a damn extra in my life so quit actin’ like it.”

your heart swelled at the words.

then, you both took a few seconds to stand there, foreheads pressed together still as you listened to the cheering of the last ten seconds.

and when it came to the final five, then four, then three-

“happy new years beautiful, here’s to a new one, with you.”

and before you could respond—to tease him at the kernel of softeners in his tone, he leaned in, lips gently pressing against yours like it was something you’d done a million times.

and it was easy, to press into the kiss back, to taste his mouth as fireworks erupted outside as cheers boomed from the house.

it felt like magic.

like the start of a good year.

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— sorry if this is dookie more will come out soon </3

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• how he acts w/ you as a detective on his case !

if you worked as a detective on their cases…. Part 2!

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Part one here .ᐟ (includes kegio, bakugo, and aizawa .ᐟ)

shoto todoroki, Mirio togata, Shinsou Hitoshi .ᐟ

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Shoto Todoroki

was pretty indifferent when you showed up.

you both had a job to do, okay cool.

During meetings you both never talked much, he thought you were pretty, but what of it?

But he started to notice you not simply for your smarts, but your kindness.

He judged people’s characters harshly. If you were an asshole on the inside, he wanted nothing to do with you.

He surrounded himself with deeply intuitive, genuinely caring, reflective, growing people (Bakugo has his moments, but he has improved.)

You? You were all that with the bonus factor of being an insanely intelligent, beautiful human.

The first time he came to this conclusion was on his way home from work.

He liked to walk a lot, cut through alleys sometimes to avoid the public.

One evening, after a later-day briefing, he noticed you across the road, you must’ve been walking home too.

A moment later however, he saw you again, calming down a frantic child who’d lost their parents in the crowd.

It was a simple act, which was resolved only minutes after you’d found him, but it told him a lot about you. He liked that.

Your smile was genuine to the boy, and when his parents waved him over you looked relieved, happy to help.

He didn’t say anything about it, but he tucked it into the back of his head along with that feeling of warmth.

Meetings were still plain, although behind his neutral expression, he was hiding surprise.

Okay.. yeah, maybe you were really smart, and it was even more impressive when he knew you weren’t cocky about it.

Confident, but definitely not egotistic, that was another thing he noticed.

Another time after a briefing, your colleague forgot her umbrella on a particularly stormy day. Before Shoto could even say anything, you acted first.

Without even acknowledging her protests, you shoved your umbrella in her hands saying, “I’d hate for you to get sick out there. I’ve got a shorter walk than you, so don’t worry!”

But you didn’t have a short walk. He knew this because he’d passed you on his way home.

You gained nothing from this. Maybe good rapport with a coworker, but that didn't seem like a fair trade, so why were you doing this?

Were you really that nice?

Just like the day you helped that little boy, there was a sudden warmth in his chest when he watched you.

Before you walked out, he stopped you.

“Hey, wait.”

You turned around, eyes focused solely on him, and for some odd reason, it made his heart flutter to capture your gaze fully. You seemed beautiful, inside and out.

“Here, I can keep myself warm, you should at least take mine.” Handing you his far too expensive umbrella, you smiled, so genuine, so real, it felt like a friendly embrace.

“Oh, I can’t take this from you.” You shook your head, politely handing it back. “I would feel guilty knowing you’re gonna walk out in that storm.”

“So would I.” He handed it back again, eyes trailing to your clothes, realizing you didn’t even have a jacket.

“Seriously,” He avoided your gaze, suddenly feeling awkward. “I’d feel terrible if you got sick, at least your friend has a raincoat.”

Even if his delivery was stiff, you understood that it would be weirder to decline at this point. Plus, the other part of you felt a little seen, you were being looked out for and not the one looking for others.

So with a small nod, you said thank you and left.

He told himself next time that if you forgot to give it back it wasn’t a big deal. But he assumed based of your character, you probably wouldn’t, and weirdly enough, he looked forward to your next interaction.

So when the time came, the next meeting ending as everyone walked out, you stopped him at the door.

“Mr. Todoroki-“

“It’s just Shoto.”

“…Shoto, I...” You trailed off, hands frantically rummaging through your bag. “I forgot your umbrella at my place. I’m so sorry, really, I promise to bring it back next time.”

“Oh, it’s no issue.” He lightly smiled. But he didn't want this to be the end of your conversation. For reasons he couldn't explain, he enjoyed talking with you last time, even if it was small, brief.

He wanted more time to talk, he couldn't let it stop here.

So he clenched his hands with nerves, and although his heart raced in his chest, he mustered,

“I’m pretty sure we walk the same way, I could grab it from your house today if that’s okay.”

You squinted your eyes, head tilting in skepticism.

“You know the way I go home?”

“Oh, oh no that’s not-“ He shook his head, hands waving in front of him.

But to his surprise, you laughed.

"I'm just messing with you! I've seen you out there too, but you sure you want to walk with me? I'll talk your ear off." You teased, grin a little too playful for someone who always seemed so reserved in his meetings.

"No it's really fine, I like hearing you talk. It's nice."

You blinked, and before he could even register how painfully honest he just was, you giggled even more.

But it wasn't cruel, it wasn't a laugh at him. It was the flustered, face-reddening type of laugh that made you look so happy he wished he could make it happen more.

Was that what being attracted to someone felt like?

He wasn't entirely sure. Growing up, life never really spared the time for Shoto to explore dating. Feelings were not his forte, it took a lot to bring them out...

usually.

But as you two walked the streets, he never felt more than in that moment, and he wasn't sure why.

Did his feelings come from your smile or your laughter? Maybe it was the way you told stories, he wasn't completely sure, but he loved it.

This raw flow of his emotions was so strong, he never wanted it to end. Even as he waited at your door while you grabbed his umbrella, he was anxious for your return, simply to hear your voice again.

"Thanks for walking with me Shoto, this was nice." You smiled, handing over his umbrella.

But as you headed to the door, he felt his feelings slow down from their high.

"Wait,"

You paused at the sound of his voice, hand on the door handle as you turned your head back to him.

"What is it?"

"On the walk, you said you like that ramen shop we passed. Would you want to go sometime? Maybe after work?"

"Have you ever been there?"

"No, but I'd like to with you."

You grinned wide.

"Then let me take you, as a thanks for using your umbrella."

He smiled, not the same as your toothy, cheek-pinching kind, but the tight-lipped one he knew.

"Deal."

From that day on, you two went for food after your briefings each week.

You weren't sure how, but it snowballed from ramen, to soba, then all sorts of others.

They weren't dates, not until he asked you once what you considered them as.

Between sips of your drink, you asked, "Well, would you want them to be dates?"

"I would like that a lot, but only if you would."

"Well then, dates they are!"

It was hard for you both, neither of you living a very relaxed lifestyle, but you made it work.

Meetings weren't too different, but people definitely noticed how he stared at you, gaze lingering too long for it to be purely platonic.

The only time anything was confirmed, was when you both walked in together....both late...at the same time.

But at this point? Shoto couldn't even care if you both skipped. He had a tough time showing it, but he felt like he was floating when he was with you.

Life brightened with you in it, and he adored how you seemed to do that for anyone around you.

Mirio Togata

Super impressed when he first met you!

Like hello! You're pretty, determined, and smart? What a catch!

Detective only in your early twenties? What a hard worker!

It didn't take long for you two to talk. He introduced himself after the first day, eyes bright as he told you how cool you were.

"Seriously! You're so on top of life! How awesome does it feel to be you?"

Needless to say his personality grew on you. And really, how could it not?

You made sure to come a little early to every briefing, talking to him as much as you could beforehand.

The bubbly personality he had was like a cool tidal-wave on your pit-fire of stress. No matter the chaos of your life, Mirio made you feel like you could handle the world.

When you presented leads, he watched with proud eyes, rooting for you like you were already best friends.

Since day one he was already falling for you, fast.

Talking to you, learning about your interests, it was his favorite thing to do! And he loved when you asked questions back, made him feel like he was building something with you.

He liked how you analyzed everyone, how you'd point out his best attributes. Your compliments were always creative, things many never pointed out, and they always felt amazing to hear.

You made him feel seen! Yeah he was already outgoing, but you saw through all his layers. You were so intuitive, and you bounced back his energy in a way he always dreamed he could find in someone else.

On the worst mornings, where you'd come in absolutely exhausted before everyone else. He'd help you take out your folders, grab you a coffee from the vending machine and let you put your head down for five as he set everything up.

You couldn't tell if he was always this nice, but it felt extra personal one day when he came in with your favorite book.

"I hope you don't mind me giving you this! I found a signed copy, and well- I just couldn't help but think of you!"

Wow, okay this guy was really kind.

You weren't one for letting things like that go, this was something you'd appreciate forever.

Mirio was so easy to enjoy being around, each time you talked it felt reviving, and he loved making you feel that way! Your relaxed smile said it all!

Exchanging personal numbers was the best thing you'd done. With the texting and the random calls, you grew closer fast, but it was good!

Remember that book? Yeah you sure did, because three weeks later you handed him a card.

"A card?"

"It's nothing crazy." You waved it off, trying your best to hide your grin. "Open it when you get home tonight, text me when you do."

And oh man, did he text you.

Tickets to a comedy show?! This guy felt like he was flying!

Usually he was the one doing this stuff, so having the girl he likes doing this for him? Yeah this was like fireworks in his chest.

You, him, and his favorite thing.

This was going to be the best day ever.

You chose something easygoing, a smaller bar near you that hosted professional comedy nights. All you had to do was buy two general admission tickets, it wasn't anything crazy, but thoughtful for sure.

Mirio was already there when you walked in, laughing with the bartender as he sat waiting for you.

And no matter what jokes he'd hear that night, nothing made him smile wider than seeing you.

Was this how it felt to be in a movie? To watch the gorgeous girl walk in? Your eyes sparkled from the bar lights, and your makeup enunciated your best features.

You looked beautiful and did it make him.... nervous? That wasn't common!

He wouldn't let you sit down without a bear hug, arms squeezing you tightly as he thanked you a hundred times.

Finally, when the show did start, he'd stretch an arm behind your seat, his knee bumping yours. And when the crowd laughed, his would rumble against your skin in a way that made you think you could hear it a million more times.

Near the end, he'd whisper in your ear how thankful he was you did this for him, how much he appreciated you.

Your face would grow red and you'd elbow his side, teasing him how it was only to repay him for the book.

But really, you both knew it was more.

By the end, you’d both head outside to the chill air, Mirio demanding you a ride home when you mentioned you'd walked (which you said yes to.)

"That was awesome! Now I gotta find something you like!"

"Mirio! That was the book!"

"Who said I was stopping at the book? I have to keep you around somehow silly!"

That night changed how you two interacted.

Texts were more frequent, calls were longer, and hangouts would happen the second you had the time.

Whether it be a cafe, a show at the bar, or a movie theater (watching a comedy or thriller, of course) it was exciting as long as you had each other.

Briefings didn't change much, because you two had never not sat next to one another.

You two woke up extra early to grab coffee before, both of you usually laughing as you walked in together.

Your coworkers seemed to enjoy watching you brighten.

Yes, your workload was tough, grim even, but Mirio made everything seem a little lighter.

Shinsou Hitoshi

You kinda scared him at first.

This chick walks into his meetings with eyes that look like they can see right through him? Yikeeesss.

No matter how much he'd grown, he was still painfully insecure about his quirk and man did it seem like you could tell from one glance.

Your eyes were piercing... but your smile? Okay yeah, you looked cute.

Sometime's his thoughts would trail to you, how attractive you were when you spoke so smart-talk. Did he understand your theory boards? Hellll no, but hey, you looked good explaining them.

His thoughts were one thing, they stayed in his head. He definitely liked you a little, but he kept his distance, only talking when he needed to and cracking a few jokes here and there.

You on the other hand, you were curious about him.

You ended up learning about his quirk in the briefings, but it never bothered you, in fact, you felt pretty impressed.

He’d heard it once, when you were arguing about leads and he'd walked in a little late.

"...with Histoshi's quirk, I don't see a problem. Guy's got one of the best freaking powers, I say he goes.”

When you caught his eye as he walked in, his cheeks turned pink, face not being able to remain neutral from your compliment.

One of the best? Okay, maybe you didn't hate him. But it still didn't change how standoff-ish he was.

But one night, when he was torturing himself once again with a 3am patrol, he saw you.

He was walking into the convenience store to grab coffee when he caught you already at the station.

"Sheesh, I thought I was the only zombie out here tonight."

You turned at the sound of his voice, tired eyes crinkling from your soft smile.

"Ah, Shinsou, how goes it?" You yawned, hands snapping the lid onto your cup before stepping aside for him.

"Well, I came here for the same reason you did, gotta stay awake."

You hummed in agreement, watching as he meticulously went about his coffee routine.

"But," He started, eyes still focused on stirring cream into this coffee. "I have to be awake, what are you doing up at this hour?"

You sighed, shoulders deflating as you groaned.

"Well, I've noticed I make the best connections at night. When I start them I can't seem to stop, before you know it, it's sunrise."

He snorted.

"That sounds like too much thinking."

"Trust me, it is. Sometimes I like to stare at a wall and do nothing for awhile afterwords."

He chuckled at that, relaxing slightly.

Suddenly, out of concern and his own personal desire to talk to you, he asked to walk you home.

"You sure? It's not far from here, really, I know how to take care of myself."

He shrugged, hand opening the door for you.

"It's slow right now, need to stay awake somehow."

Half truth, half lie.

It was slow, but he was perfectly awake once he had coffee.

Nonetheless, he walked with you, the ten or so minutes granting a small kernel of information about you, eventually leading into topics he never could've guessed.

"Yeah, actually my cousin has a quirk like yours, not the exact same, but pretty close."

Shinsou quirked his head.

"Oh? No way?"

"I'm not lying, she isn't a pro-hero, but she has a license to use it in her field."

"And that is?"

"First responder nurse, she makes witnesses repeat things to her, they tell her things they can't even remember. Helps a lot for leads on suspects and hidden injuries." You chuckled, looking down as you kicked a rock with your boot. "I've always been jealous of her."

He whirled at you, eyes wide like he didn't hear you right.

"Jealous? You're joking?"

"Why wouldn’t I be? It might not be in the traditional sense you think of. But it's an amazing quirk to have, you've got a power that can help thousands."

Too stunned to realize he was at your door, you thanked him and said your goodbyes before heading inside.

And ohhhh that walk back? All he did was replay your words.

Knowing now, with backed up evidence, that you weren't put-off by his quirk changed how he acted with you.

That really was the only thing holding him back from talking with you more. Now that he seemingly didn't have to worry about that? Oh yeah, he felt good.

The next few briefings he'd talk to you about coffee shops he liked, eventually writing a list down for you.

"If you're gonna live off it, you can't keep drinking the 7/11 stuff every night."

"But.... don't you drink it too?"

"Only sometimes, if you're awake at 3am again hit me a text. I get slow around that time, maybe I'll show you a better spot." He winked, a little too playful for 8am in the morning.

Oooo he was so much more confident now.

And he held true to his word, because 3am rolled around and you did text him.

He met you a street down from your place, walking you to what would be the first of many late-night meet-ups.

And when you got there, you both sat down at a small table, empty chairs around you and the smell of coffee beans filling the air.

It was only for about thirty minutes before he had to go patrol and you had to go back to your boards. But you enjoyed talking with him, his rambles entertaining you, not annoying you like he feared.

Suddenly, a one night standalone, turned into two nights each week.

You’d both walk to a coffee place nearby, tired but excited to see one another. Then if you had a briefing the next day, you both look at each other like you had some secret inside joke (everyone else thought you’d slept together, which you’d both had to quickly deny.)

Eventually as the weeks went by, you realized that maybe you’d finally broken down his closed off wall. You saw real smirks, genuine laughs, even a few more winks.

He had at least a dozen hidden gem cafes that were open late, and he told himself he’d take you to all of them.

You both unfortunately started to realize, hanging out at night was not functional for either of you.

So at one point, about a month in, he asked you to a proper hangout.

It was 2am, you were both laughing over coffee at another new cafe you’d never been too when he mentioned it.

“No no, I mean like- dinner and a movie. Something where we can go to bed preferably before 11.”

“Are you asking me out?”

He snorted, eyes rolling as he said, “What is that crazy? You too much of a hot-shot for me, detective?”

Yeahhhh he called you detective a lot, and he flirted like it was all he knew how to do.

But hey, it did land a chance with the scary girl from work!

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Shoto Todoroki//Shoto

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If you worked as a detective on their cases // Part Two

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“Woah. You might be worse than me.”

You heard him say it from above you, your body slowly awakening to the sound of his voice.

The first thing you felt was the pinching in your back. Spine so tight it felt like the very middle tugged your neck to your legs.

You groaned, voice scratchy as it rung through your dry throat.

Everything felt like one giant ache of pain and tiredness.

Your body was so stiff, joints creaking as you lifted yourself up from the desk you’d been sleeping against. The sunlight blinded your eyes as it seeped through the window, the warm morning glow lighting the room.

It was all coming to you slowly, head replaying how you managed to pass out last night. You were grading papers and doing case work, too tired to register you were falling asleep before you’d been drooling all over your desk.

“Sorry.” You yawned, gaze dragging up to his. “I forgot you were coming over today.”

Aizawa hummed, arms crossing over his chest with an all too familiar scowl on his face.

“You don’t listen to me, probably should.” He leaned down, hand moving the hair off your drool-stricken cheek. “Did you eat dinner last night?”

You looked away for a second, eyes flickering with guilt.

“….No.”

He huffed, arm reaching to pull you up. His firm cold as he gripped you, the temperature waking you up slightly.

“We’re changing that.”

Begrudgingly, you rose to your feet, knees rigid as he dragged you out of the room.

You hung your head back, groaning as you said. “Where are we going?”

“The kitchen, I guessed you’d be like this.” He grumbled ahead of you, the sound of disapproval still lingering in his voice.

Then, your nose was hit with the delicious scent of…

“Is that….” You sniffed, the smell of sweet syrupy bread filling your nose. “…pancakes?”

But he didn’t need to answer, the view in front of you was enough. As you entered the kitchen, there was a beautiful array of pancakes, eggs, toast and sausage all laid out in styrofoam to-go containers.

“There’s Onigiri too, but I ordered this from that one western style restaurant you like.”

He grabbed a plate, handing it to you before filling a glass of water.

You stood there frozen for a moment.

“You did this all for me?”

"Yes, because I care." He set the glass of water down as you started to fill your plate. "One of us has to." He muttered, still looking at you with a face that said 'you cannot keep doing this.'

"Shota...thank you, this all looks so good."

He watched your smile, his own slightly ghosting his face.

"I better not see you sleeping at your desk again."

You set your now-full plate down to walk over to him. His hands gruffly coming out of his pockets as he prepared for a hug.

"This was really nice." You breathed, face pressing into his chest as you squeezed him. “Seriously, I can’t wait to eat this.”

He held you for a moment, heartbeat pounding against your ear as the scent of his vanilla detergent filled your nose.

“I don’t like seeing you like this, you know.” He pulled back from you, hands coming to cup your face.

His eyes held your gaze, brows pushed in concern as he said, “You cannot run yourself into the ground.” He leaned forward, kissing your forehead softly. “I’m here for a reason, let me take some of the workload. I’ve been doing this teacher/hero dynamic much longer.”

“Okay.” You nodded, giving him a quick peck before sitting down to eat.

It was a better breakfast than you’d had in weeks. It beat your diet of energy drinks and chips by a long shot. The stress had been taking you over longer than you’d realized. But today was Saturday, which meant no teaching and—currently, no missions.

So you recharged exactly how he knew you did. Lots of foods, a walk at the park, a mid-day nap, and a long movie marathon.

By the very end of the night, as you both bundled up in blankets on the couch, you felt much better.

“Hey.”

He took a sip of his tea, head turning towards you before pausing the show on TV.

“What’s up”

You scooched closer, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“I appreciate you, today was really nice.”

He smiled, setting his mug down and pressing his forehead to yours.

“Just start filling me in on your workload. I know it can be overwhelming sometimes.” He sighed, hand coming to squeeze yours. “I just worry about you, that’s all.”

You nodded. “I get it. I’ll fill you in on my schedule more, I don’t mean to shut you out on purpose.” You paused, a teasing smile creeping onto your face.

He noticed the switch right away, catching the taunt before it could even come out of your mouth.

“You’re about to say, ‘but..’’…aren’t you.”

“Butttt…” You jokingly trailed, fingers dancing across his chest. He quirked an eyebrow up at you, face waiting expectantly.

“…ifff it means a full on self-care day and princess treatment from you….maybe I should stress out more often.”

He rolled his eyes, slapping your hand away dramatically.

“You set me up for this. Fine.” He huffed, arms crossing over his chest. “I’ll get you breakfast more often if it means less drool stains on your desk.” He snickered, small chuckle leaving his chest. “I almost feel bad for it.”

“Hey! It was one time!”

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If you worked as a detective on their cases

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Hawks, Aizawa, Bakugo .ᐟ

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Keigo//Hawks

The first time he saw you, he expected a fan girl. Someone who'd come up all giddy asking for an autograph, or maybe say something about him being 'one of your favorites.' Blah blah blah, he could already imagine it.

So when you walked up and kept it...professional? Yeah that did something to him.

Your simple smile, the firm handshake, the nod without even double taking who you were talking to. It was all something he was so unused to he literally froze for a second.

As much as his ego loved the attention and glazing of his character. He actually preferred if he could have a normal conversation or two. He wanted a real connection with someone, he craved it so much it was actually pathetic.

You were just that. A girl his age, beautiful, confident, and way too smart.

You walked around, head high like the heroes around you were nothing but strangers on the street. Seriously, what the hell? Were you real?

Yeah yeah, you're job is being a detective, you worked with heroes a lot. He'd heard of you many times before, how efficient you were, how calculated your moves were. But he never saw it in action until now, and man did he wanna keep it that way.

You were so...relaxed and somehow at the same time running at a million miles per hour. You presented yourself so well, all sorted out, as if you weren't only in your twenties. It left him in awe each time he sat down with you, already prepared to have a lead because you somehow got one after staying up the night before.

He started to take it as a challenge. He was determined to get close with you. He wanted to unravel that hardworking, closed-off facade like it was his number one mission.

It started with the coffee he'd bring in for you. No cream, always steaming hot how you liked it. He knew you needed the energy after you’d once mentioned it was your fuel, saying that the your job 'created an insomniac out of you.'

A small yet kind gesture, which you'd always said thank you for. But he'd use that time before morning briefings with you to squeeze out making whatever chemistry he could.

He started simple, things like, 'Did you always grow up here?' 'How did you move to detective so quickly?' 'Have you ever tried sweeter coffee?'

When he first heard you laugh from a joke of his, he’d never felt more proud. It was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard, and since that day he’d strived to make it happen again as often as he could.

At briefings you’d notice his stares, the way he leaned over when you made a point. When you said something bold and he’d immediately jump in to back you up, agreeing almost too much.

Your coworkers started to catch onto Hawk’s behavior, telling you things like, “bird boy can’t keep still around you.”

Something you brushed off, until one day Hawks actually asked you out to lunch.

It was after the briefing, he came up running to you. Hands fidgeting in front of him, heart racing so fast when you turned around with a smile.

“Hey! I know you’re a busy woman and all… but you said you like sushi yeah? Wanna grab some sometime?”

When you said yes, he didn’t hold back the excitement. Pumping his hands in the hair, wings fluffing out like someone just told him he won a million bucks.

When the time came and you walked through the restaurants doors, he was floored.

Seeing you out of your professional get-up? He didn’t even realize how much that would mess with him until you walked over to his table. Hair down casually, purse slung at your side and wearing clothes that didn’t scream business.

He felt more nervous in that moment than he’d ever felt in his entire life.

But it went well, well enough that you laughed at his corny jokes and shared a few stories of your own.

Eventually, sushi dates ‘get togethers’ became a regular occurrence.

Briefings were clearly different now. Because the dynamic you shared had severely changed, mainly since he had a bad time hiding it.

He’d come in looking all too awake for how early it was. Energized with the kind of spark caffeine simply couldn’t give you. His eyes would light up when they found you sitting there already, unloading your paperwork onto the table.

He’d take the seat next to you and lean in wayyy too close, smile plastered on his face as he asked you how you slept the night before. A question you’d always replied saying, “horrible.” Only for him to mumble how you deserved a break, a sushi break.

“A sushi break?” You laughed, shaking your head softly. “Hawks we go for sushi all the time now. I can’t go more I might get tired of it.”

“Gotcha, I’ll find something else.”

And he did, always taking you somewhere new unless you said different.

Coffee was his bribery, as well as your food of choice. Whatever it was to continue keeping your company around.

And he didn’t mind, because working his way to as simple as best friend status, was a goal he must complete.

Adult!Katsuki Bakugo

Lowkey hated you at first

He did not like the fact you figured things out before him.

You’d walk in and he thought you looked so smug. Dressed all nice, stacks in your hands like you already had a point proven and nothing would oppose that.

It pissed him off more than anything.

Especially when you’d steal his spotlight, making the connection just before he was about to say it.

“Dammit you stole that from me!”

You’d just look at him, confused and a little entertained by his reaction.

That just made him explode even more.

“What’s so funny huh?! Got somethin to tell me extra?!”

Ohhhh he hated how you brushed him off too.

He’d be damn near spewing fire, and you’d just giggle in his face, telling him that he ‘wouldn’t know what to do without extras picking up after him.’

You were so aggravating to him and he couldn’t understand why.

Yeah, everybody annoyed him. But you did…in a way he couldn’t describe.

It was the way you made his chest feel tight, the way he always eyed your glossy lips during briefings, and especially the way you made him stutter. Nobody made him stutter.

Kirishima told him that was called, “liking somebody” but that felt wrong to hear. Because why the hell would he like an extra like you?

You were good lookin, sure. Smart too, he always digged nerdy girls because secretly he was a nerd too. But watching you outsmart him….. was that hot or frustrating? He couldn’t tell, though apart of him liked it. So maybe that was what liking someone was?

He wasn’t one for romantics. If he wanted to get to know you then he’d just ask you.

So he did. One day after you’d been packing your things up in the office after everyone left, he slammed his hands on the table in front of you.

“We’re grabbing food sometime.”

You tilted your head, a small smile ghosting your face.

“So demanding.” You hummed, crossing your arms. “And what if I say no?”

“You’re not sayin no.”

“Well, now that you say that. I think I will.”

“What?!”

Angry wasn’t even the word for it. This guy had some serious behavioral communication issues. When you walked out all you heard was the sound of him screaming like an idiot.

The following week, he acted more… polite- or the best he could muster.

Small, grumbled things like, ‘please’ and ‘thank yous’

Then, at the end of the week, he tried again.

“Will you….please.” He seethed, trying his best to grumble out the manners as if they stung his tongue. “…go out with me sometime.”

This time, you accepted. Patting his shoulder like a proud owner when a dog sits for the first time.

“Wow, so much improvement in one week? I’m so proud of you.”

He moved out of your touch, gaze returning as cold as ever.

But when the time came, he did show up. Politely opening the door for you as you both entered a hole-in-the-wall diner you grew up loving.

He only complained a little about the restaurant, the angry facade slipping away as he asked more questions about you.

At the end of your long chat, he walked you to your car with a simple, but meaningful statement.

“I…liked that. We are- I mean, we should do it again.”

Somehow, you did.

You two became somewhat regulars at the diner, the waitress practically knew your orders by now.

Briefings were still hot-headed. Just because he hung out with you outside of work didn’t mean a single thing.

You make a breakthrough? Oh he was going to whine all about how he was just thinking that.

But after the briefings, when it was just the two of you, he controlled his attitude slightly. Talking to you with more levelheadedness than usual because he’d do anything to keep you there for a few more minutes.

Yes, you pissed the hell out of him. But he kinda liked it.

You definitely enjoyed watching him try for you, and you inherently rewarded him with attention back. Sometimes, even bringing in one of those stupid protein shakes he always chugged.

And although he was still as explosive as ever, he reeled it in if it meant getting a chance with a woman like you.

Shoto//Eraser Head

When you first showed up during the school briefings, he didn’t think much of it.

You were there for crimes possibly related to the school, which was more common after the League of Villains.

You were pretty yeah, but he didn’t really put too much thought into it. You were just another attractive person his age who held a lot of responsibility, welcome to the club.

But slowly over time, you started to stand out.

There’d be hypotheticals that you’d already prevented because you were so ahead. You solved things so strategically you were better than half the heroes he worked with.

It was impressive as hell, hot too, but he’d never admit that.

Apart of him wanted to get to know you better. Learn how someone could be so damn smart while looking good doing it.

The other part? Well, trying to talk to you outside of briefings seemed unprofessional and nerve racking.

You were way more driven than he was. There was no shot in hell you’d care for some lousy teacher who carried a sleeping bag into school.

You probably had one thing in common: being sleep-deprived

But even against all the odds, he really wanted to talk to you.

So bad, he even asked Yamada for advice one day after you’d left.

“That woman…. what do you think of her?”

“Duh! Totally radical! That head of hers gotta be a quirk within itself man!”

“She seems interesting. I want to ask her how she handles her cases.”

“That brainiac ain’t gonna share her secret!“ Yamada paused, studying Aizawa’s face for a moment.

“Wait a minute! You totally dig her don’t you?! Gaww Eraser!-“

“Absolutely not.“ He grumbled back, walking away as he mumbled, “don’t say things like that, this talk is starting to sound inappropriate.”

But Yamada only said back, “Won’t kill ya to ask her to chat after sometime! I’m sure she won’t bite!”

Aizawa slammed the door behind him, but the last words stuck with him.

It was decided, that after the next meeting, he actually would talk to you.

He’d followed you out when you were finished. Finding you at a bench, papers in your hands as you adjusted your folders in your bag.

When you noticed him, eyes analyzing him like another theory on a board, it made his heart flutter. Simply at the idea you studied him with the same precision you did everything else.

That first few seconds he tried to talk were awkward, but a few minutes in you relaxed. Smile growing as he asked you about your work life, how clear it was that he respected your hustle.

The talk was warming for the both of you since you equally lacked human companionship. Neither of you prioritized ever finding a partner, so the spark within you each flourished easily after a few chats.

It became part of your routine to make small talk after the briefings with him. Chats usually jumping from one topic to another, with so much to uncover between the both of you that you’d always ended up stuck talking for too long.

One day, you’d cut him off a few minutes into a conversation, giving him your phone number and saying. “Respectfully, I can’t talk all day here. I’ve got a job to do. But if you’d like, text me sometime to grab lunch.”

Then you walked away.

If he didn't know you well enough now, he might've seen this as a sign to leave you alone. But you were efficient with lots to do on your plate, this was just another time you were showing that.

It was so straightforward, so confident, so…..attractively cutthroat?

It was everything he danced around, and damn it was so sexy how you wasted no time.

Since you did the hardest part of exchanging numbers, he sensed it was his turn to make a move by texting you.

Yamada yapped in his ear all week, asking about if he’d asked you out on a date yet.

Aizawa would grumble on about how it was “not a date, just a chance to finally talk.” But it did him no good.

When he’d finally caved into the pressure and texted you, it was a lot smoother than he’d anticipated. You were so damn organized it was like booking a time slot of your day. You replied back with openings you were free, all he had to do was pick.

For lunch, he actually wore proper clothes and cleaned himself up. He tied his hair back and shaved his stubble facial hair because he remembered you mentioning once how you loved observing people’s style. He just hoped the switch up would be a pleasant surprise.

Thankfully, you complimented it. The lunch went well, topics flowing off your tongues and somehow correlating to another.

On his way home, it was silent. He didn’t need the car radio because his thoughts were too loud, too excited from what he just did.

You stunned him, and he never was one for being stunned about romance.

Eventually, lunches became a routine, weekly meals to debrief about your lives and how much you both hated tolerating idiots.

It was obvious throughout the school meetings you two had grown closer. It was the tiny things: how he started sitting next to you, how he made you tea before briefings, how Yamada would watch you two like a lovesick puppy.

He even started tying his hair back when you’d show up, looking in the mirror quickly to make sure he looked somewhat mediocre.

The briefings were still kept cordial, but the second they were over, he’d walk you out with a sleepy smile on his face thinking about how he’d talk to you later.

He definitely liked you, but this time he didn't need Yamada to tell him that.

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• angsty and juicy: knows yours too good to follow down his path

Live good, for me. (Dabi x reader)

So freaking angsty pls read if you want it be sad (neither of them die but you know Dabi’s not a good guy if you know MHA)

Mentions things about the anime, if you’re past like- season 2 or 3 I think you should be fine. It really just talks about the first time Dabi is in the League of Villians

Talks about sex, not in detail. Talks about getting beat up, talks about Dabi’s past. All the juicy things 😔✌️

🖤🍜💫☔️🪽 🖤🍜💫☔️🪽 🖤🍜💫☔️🪽 🖤🍜💫☔️🪽

He was a terrible villain.

One that the country knew as vile, evil, terrifying.

But he was also, your only true friend.

You never intended to get tangled with someone so like him. It happened naturally.

Had you taken another way that night, you might’ve never met him.

It was stupid, to walk somewhere so dangerous. But it was cold, and the rain was seeping through your clothes with a chill harsher than the alleyway itself.

You’d had a small knife clutched as you clung to the side of the alley, trying your best to blend with the shadows.

The rain was hitting your face hard. You wiped your eyes constantly to see through the water, but it felt pointless.

“ouch”

You jumped back, heart drumming through your ears.

Did the wall just talk?

“You blind or somethin?” You heard the shadows call, it was a grizzly voice—like sandpaper on a dry throat, worn out and tired.

“Um. I- I’m sorry I really can’t see through the rain.” Mumbling, you hurried past, eyes glued to the ground.

But a hand pulled your collar back, hauling you to a stop.

“Please- I really don’t want any trouble-“

"Just hold on a minute."

You made a small cry, only to hear a pitying sigh follow.

“Jeez, I ain’t that bad.”

He dropped the back of your collar.

You weren’t sure if it was fear, or idiocy, but you stood still.

“There's a party store from the way you came from. You definitely passed it.”

Slowly turning around, you came face to face with the figure. But the shadows warped everything to a blotchy black outline, one you couldn’t make out much from. But he was tall, seemingly a man, and if he wanted to do anything, you were screwed.

You nodded adamantly.

“o-okay.”

You heard him rustle through something. A coat maybe?

“Sheesh. Stop freakin I’m not gonna kill you I just want food.”

A small wad of paper poked your arm gently.

“You can keep the rest, just get me a cheesy corn dog.”

Still frazzled, you snatched it quickly, nodding your head before running back out the way you came.

The way to the store bought you a chance, a moment for your adrenaline to slow down and your senses to kick in.

Honestly, you could just leave. Run off now, keep the money and don’t come back.

Maybe it was the small guilt inside you for possibly stealing from someone who needed food, or maybe the pure stupidity.

Whatever it was, it kept you going inside, paying for the corn dog, and walking back into the alleyway.

For a second time, you walked down the dark path. The rain now loudly patting against the plastic bag you held.

You heard the movement before you could realize he was in front of you.

“Wow, you came back. I really got lucky then.”

The proximity was invading. You could smell his breath from here, strong of cigarette smoke and something minty.

It made your nose scrunch.

“Uh, yeah so here it is, I bought two just incase-“

“I didn’t give you enough for two?”

The question fell into the rain, both of you not speaking for a second.

Until you jumped at the sound of a loud laugh.

“You’re kidding! Man, maybe you really are an angel!”

His laughter continued as you handed him the bag.

And he was so caught up in his own joy, hands on his knees, that he didn't realize he was alone in the rain.

You reprimanded yourself all throughout the week. Mentally scolding your actions for how easily you could've been kidnapped.

And when Thursday night rolled around, fog creeping through the streets as the moonlight clung to everything shiny, you took the longer way home.

You still clutched the knife in your pocket, hand more prepared to move than last time. But the walk was quiet, the only sounds being your sole footsteps and the electric hum of city lights.

You'd almost relaxed, home was close.

But the pads of your footsteps sounded accompanied now.

You turned swiftly, knife out of your pocket with your bravest face on.

A taller man with dark hair stood, a long trenchcoat covering his body.

Suspicious, sure. But the feature that stood out the most, were the scars. They were all over his body in patches, sewn on like some character in a frankenstein novel

"Easy now," He raised his arms up in defense, a smile covering his face. "you the angel that bought me food last week?"

You heart pounded against your throat, both hands gripping the knife in front of you as you thought through ways to leave.

"I come in peace." He winked, and pulled out a small wallet, sifting out more cash.

"I appreciate the offer, but I don't need it. Thank you."

You hoped the sternness in your voice would give him a hint. But he just hummed, putting the wallet away and remaining still, hands in his pockets.

He eyed you for a moment, gaze dragging slowly up your frame.

"So, I actually was curious-"

You shook your head, hands now shaking nervously. "I don't know you, please, I just want to go home."

He lolled his head back, groaning in frustration.

"Doll, you can put the knife down. I'm not gonna kill my corndog dealer."

You lowered your arms slightly, still holding the knife.

"It was one time."

His gaze dropped to the ground, hand coming up to scratch the back of his head. "Kinda why I'm here, I was curious if you could keep doin' that for me."

You frowned, relaxing somewhat. "You want me to....keep buying you corndogs?"

"Yeah, yeah I'll pay you and whatever, I just....."

"Can't go in there anymore?" You questioned, eyes now narrowed slightly.

"Yeah."

You snorted, a small smile creeping on your face.

"Did you steal too many corndogs or something?"

He lifted his head up, gaze finding yours again with a much more playful look in his eyes.

"If I'm being honest here, this broke boy got a little hungry." He pointed a thumb to himself, a lopsided smile painting his face.

You chuckled nervously, scoffing at the confession.

"Okay. So what's in this for me?"

He frowned and blew out a long, deep sigh.

"Nothin' really. I jus thought you might."

"Why's that?"

His smile returned. "Cause Angel's don't usually charge."

"I bought you an extra because I was scared. How do you know I'm actually nice?"

"Well, for starters you came back with the food.”

"For starters, I'm stupid." You spat, brow pushing together. "And what if you just followed me then, like you did today?"

He grinned, eyes sparkling because deep down he knew you were already saying yes.

"Ohhh, naive and kind are nicer words, don't be so harsh! And you clutch that knife more obvious than anyone in this city, wasn't hard to spot you."

Although that wasn't really a justifiable answer to how he'd found you, you dropped it, tucking that information away for later.

You groaned defeat, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"I get off work every day at 7."

"Yes!" He yelped with joy, fist pumping in the air like he just one the jackpot.

You threw a hand out.

"Not so fast."

He shut the excitement down completely, body jokingly going still.

"You drag me into anything, and I mean anything." You seethed, a finger pointing in his direction. "And I will make sure those corndogs are only a dream of yours."

He nodded quickly, bowing in your direction.

"You got it boss, no trouble for you, sir- I mean ma'am. Yes ma'am!"

Not even you expected it, when you bursted out laughing.

He was a random guy your age, you thought. Probably had a bad situation.

What hurt you to help?

Well, for a long time, not much.

Weeks went by, turning into almost a whole month. You'd get off late from work, body drained and ready for bed. But you'd never go home without remembering to stop at the alleyway.

He was always there when you made it, 7:10pm sharp with a growling stomach. Why he didn't go somewhere else for food before then, you didn't know. But the smile on his face when you came back with corndogs was joy enough to keep off the questions.

You knew he had some money, for cigarettes and the shitty one bedroom apartment he'd mentioned to you once. But it was obvious you were in a much better position than him. So on the roughest days, the kinds where you just needed to see someone smile, you'd buy him extra.

"More? Noooo." He'd laugh, that bright toothed smile lighting his face. "See? I don't call you angel for nothin!"

You never minded the extra time spent in the alleys, passing corndogs and jokes. If anything, it felt good to talk with someone.

It wasn't something you did with many.

He'd asked once, if you had any friends, why you worked so much it seemed like that was your life.

"I don't talk to my friends much." You mumbled, in between bites of a corndog (the one he'd begged you to try.) "My family sucked, I moved here from the US for a job in computer stuff, never really looked back."

He laughed, leaning against the wall, watching you stuff your face with the food you said was 'too gross' only a moment ago.

"Ahhhh, so you're a smart one"

"Not exactly." You shrugged, eyes focused on the ground. "But I signed a contract here for lots of money and time. They knew I was so young when I started, took advantage."

He stiffened, face frowning.

"You sayin you're stuck here?"

"Don't get me wrong, I love Japan. It's great, but the job can be stressful."

He hummed, silence filling the space between you both.

And as he looked up at the sky, eyes watching the stars with conflict, you wondered what he dreamt to be.

“How about this."

You stopped eating, turning to look up at him.

"One of these days, when I'm so powerful even your stupid company is scared," He trailed, gaze falling back to you. "I'll get us both outta here."

You smiled at the endearment, slightly confused by the wording.

"Powerful?"

"Yeah." He mused, eyes flickering over your lips—so quickly, only for a second—like it was an accident you weren't supposed to see. "I wanna be powerful enough that all those big men in suits n' capes get exposed for what they really are."

You tilted your head, biting your lip in uncertainty.

"And what are they?"

You saw his facade drop for a moment, a quick, angry motion flicker across his face.

"Bad, very bad people."

You hummed in false agreement, a sudden sense of pity in your heart as to why he thought that.

"Do you think all of them are bad?"

He shook his head gently, eyes glinting with shame.

"No. But I still want the point across."

Though you couldn’t help but wonder, if he really looked guilty because of what he was saying, or because he knew you were too good-hearted to agree.

You didn’t know for awhile what he meant. It lingered in the back of your mind with all the other questions you had.

Where did he come from? Was he on the run?

What was his real name?

You’d get those answers eventually, all of them coming out slowly like molasses pouring down. Each drop of an answer was small and quick, but just as sweet as the last.

“Y’know, that’s not actually my name.”

You turned quickly, mouth open dramatically.

“Nooo? Really? Your birth name isn’t just- Dabi!?”

He snorted, mouth moving into a smile.

“Yep, no last name or nothin.”

“Ohhh woww, you must be special.”

You both laughed, warm breaths like puffs of smoke in front of you.

Nights like these had become more common, bench talks at the park after corndogs in the alley. It was a good set-up, a sweet way to wind down your night.

You heard him take in a shaky breath before breaking the silence.

"It's Touya."

"Touuuyaa." You repeated his name, stretching the word out on your tongue. "I like it."

He sighed dramatically, shoulder brushing yours.

"As long as you do, gotta live up to Angel's standards over here."

"Hey now, standards require a last name."

He groaned, back sinking into the bench.

"Guess I'm out, that's too classified."

"What? Your dad a famous guy or something?"

He stiffened, palms squeezing tightly before whispering, "Actually, yeah."

The tone he said it with, it held am edge to it, reminded you of the night he'd told you his dream for power.

You took it as a sign to discontinue the topic, mumbling a soft 'sorry' before mentioning something else.

From then on, Touya and you, would eat corndogs and talk at benches for hours. Time slipping by like you found a cheat code, the conversations going all night about the most random things.

Sometimes, you'd get small tidbits of his past. Like how he mentioned he had siblings, or how he used to never have the scars until a certain age.

"They happen from my quirk" He'd once told you, voice softer than usual. "Got some good fire, jus' messes with my skin. I'm a product of genetic flaw."

You'd told him that wasn't true, saying being born that way wasn't something he should look down on.

But he'd only hummed back, eyes distant like someone else had told him otherwise.

It was the vulnerable moments like that, where you started to realize, maybe you enjoyed his presence a little more than a friend would.

But you pushed it down, hoping the dynamic of your new friendship wouldn't be ruined by your irrational feelings. Because no matter what this was, you didn't want to lose it.

Mondays through Friday's, nighttime meetup of 7:10pm. A routine so strictly followed, you'd automatically walked that alley with your guard down a little too low.

It was disturbing when Touya wasn't there. You checked your phone twice to make sure you weren't too early. But there you were, on the dot with corndogs in hand (your treat this time) and no Touya to be seen.

You called his name, only to receive the echo from the dark, empty space.

But then you heard footsteps, and your shoulders relaxed as you saw a figure walk towards you.

"Well, well broke boy is a little late today-"

You heard the hard punch before you felt it. Ears ringing loud as you fell, floor slamming into you like a train.

"what the... fuck?" You rasped, or at least tried to. Blood trickled out of your nose, filling your mouth with the disturbing taste of iron.

Someone's shoes stopped next to your face.

"Yeah, yeah I see those bags, you got some money. Hand it over."

You tried to move, but your head was pounding, eyesight spinning in spirals.

"I...I can't"

You felt their dirt covered boot press against your forehead.

"Don't make me reach down and look for it."

The whispered words sent a chill down your spine. Gut telling you to run as fast as you possibly could.

You moved your arm, trying to reach the wallet in your jacket's side pocket. But the dizziness you felt, it was excruciating, paralyzing.

Your throat tightened, fear boiling in your body as you were trying not to burst with tears.

But the boot was suddenly off your head, the sound of their body thumping to the ground.

Confused, but still struck with pain. You slowly sat up, weakly planting your arms in the front of you.

Then you saw it.

Beautiful blue flames. So bright, they made your already throbbing head pound even more. But that didn't stop you from watching as they coiled and flickered, dancing dangerously around the man on the floor.

"Start running now, I'll be nice and find you later."

Like a command, the man sprinted away from the voice. So shaken he tripped and tumbled before turning the corner.

The flames disappeared like they connected to a light switch. Immediately bringing you back to the darkness.

You couldn't hear it through the headache, but he must've ran over. Because not a second later, Touya was there, hands cupping your face.

"I was late."

His eyes flickered with worry, scanning the damage that had been done to you.

You grumbled, squeezing your eyes shut from the pain.

"No corndogs on me today. they’re ruined.” You mumbled.

He ran a finger softly down the side of your nose, pressing for any signs of a break.

"Don't worry about the damn corndogs. Let me make sure you're okay."

That night, was the first time you’d ever been punched—hard.

And also the first night you’d ever seen Touya’s apartment.

“It’s nothin much, but I don’t really know where you live.”

You groaned as he kicked the door open, his arm still slinging under your body as he helped you inside.

Your head was pounding and there was no doubt in your mind it was the result of a concussion.

You didn't know how, but he helped you onto his sofa. It was a thin, worn down and broken piece of furniture that smelt like it had been yanked out of a bonfire. But none of it mattered as you laid across it, eyes shut to avoid the ache that came from the light.

His hurried footsteps thudded around as you heard him turn the sink on. Mumbles under his breath about how he should have never been late.

"It's not your fault." You groaned weakly, voice cracking from how quiet you'd said it. You weren't even sure he'd heard it, but your head hurt too much to make any louder sounds.

If he did hear it, he didn't answer, footsteps coming closer to you before placing a warm, damp rag on your nose.

You winced as he wiped the blood off your face, trying to turn away from him. But he grabbed your jaw with one hand, keeping you still.

"I gotta do this, you're a mess."

His fingers felt rough against your skin, pads dry and scratchy as they squeezed.

You breath shook, you shook, adrenaline still pumping through your veins like you could run a mile if you needed to.

"Is- is it bad enough they'll notice at work?"

You heard him scoff, the same kind he always did when you'd said something about work.

"You're not goin in tomorrow, you gotta relax."

He pulled the rag away, and you opened your eyes slowly, bright light blinding your vision.

"I have to go, tomorrow's Friday. They'll think I took it off for a longer weekend."

He stared down at you, stitches pulling back as his lips turned into a scowl.

"You can barley keep your eyes open, you think you could handle a computer screen?" He leaned in closer, thumb moving the hair from your forehead. "If gettin your head knocked out can't tell you to take a damn break, then I will. I'm makin sure you stay home tomorrow."

You fell asleep not much long after that, night too heavy for your eyelids to bear.

And he kept his word, because that next morning, you'd broken your year long routine for the very first time.

You...weren't at work.

As you woke, eyes opening to a ceiling you'd never seen before, your heart dropped.

That was, until everything from last night came rushing back to you, along with your headache.

You whined as you sat up, too tired mentally and physically from last night.

You took in your surroundings. The space around you wasn't pretty. Soda and beer cans laid strewn across the wooden ottoman next to you. A small TV was propped on a cardboard box against the wall, cords messily snaking behind it along with a few movie discs.

You only had to turn your body around once to see the entire place. It was small. A single twin sized bed sat to your right, a small stack of books on the floor next to it. Then to your left, there was a sink, a microwave, and a small fridge that hummed a little too loud for your head. There was only one door other than the exit, and you assumed it must've been the bathroom.

It felt like one of those college dorms your friends back at home posted about. Their smiles wide through the screen, enjoying the taste of young freedom while you sat slaved behind a desk.

You didn't remember calling off work, but when you checked your phone, a professional message had already been sent. Informing your supervisor you’d be gone Friday and Monday.

"Phone counts as a screen, just gonna make your head hurt more.”

You turned around, body moving quicker than you should have.

He clicked the bathroom door shut behind him, footsteps gentle as he walked towards you.

And as much as it hurt to crane your neck, you didn’t want to look away from him.

Because you’d never seen someone so beautiful.

Was it your concussion that made his hair look so good? Still wet from the shower, water droplets dripping onto his burned shoulders. Torso, and other parts of his body you’d never seen sewn together like the rest of him.

Your gaze dropped to the very low strung pajama pants that hung at his hips.

You blurted it before you’d meant to.

“You’re not a screen.”

He stopped, quirking an eyebrow towards you, small smirk on his face.

“How bad did you hit your head?”

Then you realized, embarrassed, red flushing to your cheeks.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, head turned back away from him.

The silence felt awkward as he came over, couch sinking when he sat next to you.

You heard the hesitance in his breathing, could see his body’s stiffness in the corner of your eye.

“So..” He whispered, gaze facing straight forward.

“..the scars really don’t bother you?”

The question hung in the air for a moment, the answer nervously waiting on your lips.

“No,” You closed your eyes, heart squeezing as you said, “I’ve always thought you looked pretty, Touya.”

You heard him chuckle, small and nervous—like a boy who overheard his high school crush talk about him in the hallway.

“Pretty?”

You looked at him, eyes squinting, a combination of your concussion and your teasing.

“Make fun of my compliments, and you’ll never hear them again.”

“Oh please,” He laughed gently, voice softer as he remembered your headache. “you’ll forget you said that by the time you feel better.”

But you never forgot, and he never did either.

That weekend went by in a blur.

90% of it you’d spent sleeping on his couch. He’d offered you the bed the next night, but you lied, saying the couch was too comfortable to leave.

The other 10%, you’d spent doing human things—eating the food he’d brought you, brushing your teeth with the one he came home with, along with the hairbrush and clothes he’d gotten you.

He came back each day with something for you.

It made you ask him the question you’d always wondered.

“Why do you even want me to get you corndogs? You’re clearly not kicked out of every store.”

He smiled, gaze lingering on your lips again before his eyes flickered back to yours.

“Does it sound better if I said that I like those specific corndogs? Or that I like the person who brings them?”

He paused, a chuckle rumbling out of him.

“Don’t worry Angel, I won’t have you answer that.”

You didn’t answer, but the banter didn’t disappear.

When Sunday rolled around, you were ready to go home.

He could tell too, you were antsy, you just wanted to be in your bed.

With a sigh, he grabbed your small bag and walked you down his apartment stairs, each step creaking with strain.

But when you walked outside, eyes still barely open from the light, a car was there—hazards on and waiting.

“You shouldn’t be walking right now. Just tell him your address. I got it, doll.”

You shook your head, guilt suddenly in your chest.

“No, you already spent too much money on me this weekend, you don’t have enough to toss to this guy.”

He put a hand on his jacket, pretending to be hurt.

“Ouch, angel, didn’t even sugarcoat it.”

You crossed your arms as he walked past you, setting your bag into the man’s backseat.

He held the door open for you, jerking his head towards the car.

“I’ve already got him waitin here for you, don’t go wastin his time now.”

And with a scoff, you walked over, heading into the car.

But not before hugging him quickly, mumbling a thank you into his chest.

He didn’t hug back, still too shocked by the gesture when you pulled away.

But as you drove off, head still throbbing.

You wished for the very first time, you could call off work again.

That week went by quicker than you’d expected it to.

Your right eye was black, and your nose was swollen. Coworkers asked you if you were okay, if you needed anyone to talk to. You smiled, told them how you’d almost been robbed, when a hero swept in and saved you.

Which one?! They’d all asked you.

And you just smiled, lie rolling off your tongue like glass.

“I don’t think he’s a pro, I didn’t recognize him.”

It was believable enough, your coworkers gushed over the story. Girls asking if he was young, if he was cute. While the men told you how you’d been so lucky, how thankful you should be.

You were thankful, and you told them he was very cute. But you left it at that that.

Later in the week, one of the times you’d seen Touya (your new meeting spot being the lamppost by your work—not to your knowledge until he was standing out there Tuesday night.) You’d told them what you’d told your coworkers, teasing telling him how he was a ‘hero.’

But when you’d said the word, he swiftly spun at you. Words snapping with attitude you’d never heard.

“Don’t call me that.”

You jumped at the malice, shoulders tightening in surprise.

“Oh, sorry, I thought that was nice.”

“Well, it isn’t.” He quipped, scowl still on his face as he walked beside you.

“But you saved me,” You continued, eyebrows squinted together. “that’s what heroes do, they save-“

“Dammit I said don’t call me that!”

He looked at you again, eyes wide with more anger than you’d ever seen them carry.

“I didn’t save you, you’d already been hit like a punching bag.” He growled, eyes glossy. “Heroes though, they take credit for all that shit don’t they? Tell me, if I was a hero, if I was good, I would’ve just taken you to a healer—a doctor, yeah?” He breathed, chest heaving with rage.

You stiffened, hands clenched at your sides.

But he was right.

Why didn’t he take you?

“I- I don’t know-“

“Because I’m bad!” He yelled, finger pointing at his chest. “I’m a criminal, and I was too focused on thinking about myself to take you somewhere.”

You took a step back, hand resting inside your bag.

“I’m a criminal.” He repeated, words coming out like venom, stinging with each word. “And if you even knew what my father was. What I want to do to him. To all of them. You’d never look at me again.”

“Touya-“

“No.” He seethed, voice cracking with anger. “No, don’t call me that.”

Your heart broke at the way he looked at you. Tears brimming like water pushing against a dam, like they were about to topple down his cheeks.

Eyes so full of rage, so full of hurt.

“I like all of you.” You croaked, eyes tearing up as well.

“You don’t even know me.” He spat, taking a few steps towards you. “You’re just as lonely as me. You needed someone to talk to. I could’ve been anyone.”

“Maybe that’s true, but I don’t care. I like you, Touya. I like all of you. Even parts that others probably wouldn’t.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

He laughed, sharp and cruel.

“Then why are you holding that knife in your purse?”

You froze, lips opening and closing.

He scoffed.

“Piece of advice for you, angel.” He came closer, nose almost touching yours as he whispered, “No one you like should ever make you feel scared.”

Then he pulled away, walking into the night, leaving you standing at the sidewalk.

That was the last time you’d seen him for a month.

The first couple days after that, you hoped he’d reappear. Smirk on his face with a joke about to spew when he saw you.

But he never did.

You checked everywhere, all the places you’d sat together, the corners by your work, even the old alleyway.

But he was in none of those places.

At one point, you’d tried to recall where his apartment was. But the night he’d dragged you there, directions were the last thing you were paying attention to. Then on your way home from his place, you’d tried to rest, keeping your eyes closed from the pain of your head.

You eventually gave up.

Until one day, on your way to work, you’d passed a television board in the city.

“….Attack on UA Freshman: Kidnapping–Ongoing….”

You stopped mid-walk, strangers bumping into you as they walked past.

But there he was, face listed as a suspect.

Dabi.

“One day, I’ll be so powerful…”

“….big suits n capes.”

Oh.

No, you couldn’t let him ruin his life like this.

The next two weeks, you did some digging.

During that time, the world saw All Might face a villain so strong, he basically retired.

The boy that was kidnapped, thankfully was saved, but the suspects were still at large. Now knows as,

The League of Villains.

The name haunted your brain, because it was in no way anything you supported.

But you would do anything to find it, if it meant reaching him. Telling him just once, he didn’t have to do this.

The helpful thing about the internet, is when the media loves something, its fans aren’t scared to say they do too.

The League of Villains gained traction. Comments and posts praising them, some even arguing maybe change needed to happen and this group was the solution.

So you followed the trails, joined the groups that tried to predict where’d they appear next.

Eventually, you’d struck gold.

A metal concert was going on downtown next weekend at a bar.

Apparently, people reported possibly seeing Dabi there a few times.

Most comments brushed it off, saying someone so wanted would never openly go out.

But something in you disagreed.

It was a small bar, and an even smaller group that posted this.

Maybe there was a chance he’d be there.

So when that Saturday rolled around, you took a cab to that side of town.

You probably looked a little silly, walking into the bar with a plastic takeout bag in your hands.

But once you’d noticed him in the corner, eyes half lidded as he took a sip of his beer, all your thoughts flew out your head.

You walked through the people dancing to the live music, pushing through the crowds to get to the end of the bar.

He noticed you, eyes doing a double take as they caught your signature raincoat.

He stood up when you came over, quickly leaving a few dollars on the table and walking towards the back door.

You followed him outside to the back, door connecting to a dark city street. A single light pole on as the rain started to pour lightly.

“Tou-“

He whipped around, finger going to his mouth.

“Don’t call me that.” He whispered, eyes searching for anyone around you. “You can’t say that name in public.”

You clutched the styrofoam box as he nodded his head for you to follow.

Part of you screamed at yourself, the rational side of your brain begging you not to follow a criminal into the dark alley.

But another part of you was saying that you’d already done this before, and this wasn’t a criminal, this was your friend. This was like back then—just another hangout, even if it really wasn’t.

He stopped at a car that looked way too nice for him to afford.

Part of you almost cracked a joke about it, like old times. But you didn’t, because another part of you knew he probably didn’t buy the car.

You both hopped inside, rain now coming down harder as it thudded against the windshield.

He started the car, keeping the lights off as he cranked up the heat.

You lifted up the box, voice causal as you whispered, “So, I brought corndogs.”

You saw his jaw tense as his eyes fell on the container.

“I’m good.”

You frowned, setting it down by your shoes.

He stared at you, eyes cold, closed off.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He stated, voice so monotone it felt robotic.

“I missed you.”

He scoffed, eyes breaking from yours to your lips.

“What did I say about liking people who are bad for you.”

You ignored his question, arms pressing onto the center console to lean closer.

“Have you missed me?”

His eyes went back to yours, flickering quickly with something you couldn’t place.

Then he sighed.

“Think about you every day, hopin you’re doing alright.”

“I’m not.” You breathed, face coming closer to his. “I worry for you and I hate the way things left off, and-“

He took in a shaky breath, nose almost touching yours.

“None of this was your fault, angel.”

“That doesn’t matter, I want to be there for you.”

You grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly without breaking his gaze.

“Just let me help you.”

And before you could think about anything else, about all the reasons you shouldn’t.

You pressed your lips softly against his.

For a moment he froze against you. But it only took seconds before he kissed back, hand reaching to cup your face.

You leaned into the kiss, body pressing over the console and onto his. He accepted it, arms wrapping around you as he melted into the kiss.

He breath was like cigarettes and mint, just like the first time you’d encountered him.

When you broke the kiss, both of you breathing heavy, he smiled.

“Never thought I’d ever have a chance to kiss you.”

“You always had the chance. I’ve always liked you.” You leaned in again, forehead pressing against his.

But he squeezed his eyes shut, hand coming to the back of your head.

“That’s the problem. You’re too good for me.”

You pulled away slightly, hand coming to cup his face.

“Touya.” You whispered, voice trailing with enticement. “let’s just run away together. You and me. We can find a place that no one will find, soba and corndogs somewhere close by so we don’t go crazy.”

He laughed into your hand, taking it with his and kissing the backs of your knuckles.

“You deserve to live that dream with someone else, someone who isn’t a criminal.”

You hummed, thinking for a moment.

“Maybe. But I can’t choose who I fall for, and it just so happened to be you.”

That was all he needed to smash his lips back into yours.

The kiss was much more passionate this time, like he was pouring his heart into every motion.

You kept up, biting and kissing his lips with just as much energy as he was.

Before you both thought it through, you plugged your address into his phones maps, driving to your apartment.

It was nicer than his, but he wasn’t paying attention to it much as he stumbled in, face still on yours.

You both were wrapped in each other’s arms as you stumbled to your bedroom. Hands touching all over one another as you fell onto the bed.

And from all the banter and flirtatious comments he tossed at you, you were surprised when he was above you naked, but also nervous.

He touched you so careful and gentle, like he was scared to break you. Scared to break the moment he’d so desperately wanted.

And when he’d finally started to make love to you, it was tender and slow. Each moment so much more shaky and soft than you’d ever imagined he’d be.

It was in that moment, under him as he whispered in your ear, that you felt all your morals slip.

You didn’t care what he was or who he followed. You’d help him steer away from that. And if you couldn’t, maybe you’d stay, because it was worth having him. No matter what side he was on.

It was the high of sex talking, you thought.

It would wear off in the morning.

So when you both fell asleep, bundled in each other’s arms with nothing but sheets covering you, you had a smile on your face.

Your heart felt truly full that night, and the last thing you heard before you swept into your dreams, was the soft whisper of his voice against your ear.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Thank you, angel.”

It lulled you into slumber, words comforting and warm like you’d always hoped someone you loved would be.

And the next morning, when the sun perked through your sheets. You called his name, patting the side of your bed only to find nobody next to you.

You jolted, panicked, eyes searching your room only to find a tiny note on your nightstand.

It was rested under your pen, he must’ve used a piece of paper from one of your spiral notebook’s.

I know this is horrible. It’s messed up and cruel.

You’ll be mad, probably hurt too, and I’m sorry this isn’t the first time I’ve done that.

But you need to know right now, you’re too good for this world.

Way too good to be wasting your time with someone like me.

So when I can, one day I’ll make sure your company won’t need you anymore.

And I want you to go somewhere far, far away where you can eat corndogs and soba with someone.

Do it for me, live out that life.

I never knew I could love someone till I loved you.

Yours always,

Touya.

And your fingers trembled as you read it, because you knew. This time you wouldn’t find him. This time, you’d watch through the screens as he turned into someone you didn’t know.

But he kept his word like he always did, and two months later. During the heat of more League of Villian issues, your company released you from your contract. Telling you that they have decided they no longer needed your time.

And you’d always been a good listener, so you did as you were told, heart dragging you to another place you’d always wanted to live. Another country you’d never been to.

And you lived there, a Japanese corner market down the block.

And you’d made friends, gotten a nice job.

But sometimes, you’d get corndogs alone, turn on the news, and sit down for a long time.

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Shota Aizawa X Librarian Reader ! he likes to visit her on night patrol

hey hey I’m back ! Idk what’s up w/ me but I tend to write my stuff better when it’s Aizawa related bahaha.

Anyways, this is NSFW! 18+ read w/ this in mind! :)

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He’d be walking outside—scarf loosely wrapped around his shoulders, wearing his usual night patrol uniform, and saunter right towards your work.

You’d be sitting at the front desk, yawning with a warm cup of tea next to you as you scanned the computer screen.

He’d smile warmly to himself, watching as you rubbed your eyes tiredly. You’d hear the chime as he opened the main doors, the warmth of library blowing away as the nights cold seeped inside. You’d shiver for a moment, wrapping yourself tightly into your sweater, before the doors shut again.

Once you noticed him, you’d give him your warmest smile. Eyes crinkling at the corners, lips still glossy from last sip of tea—all of it, of you, so warm and inviting.

He soaked in the image of you, reminding himself this was the exact reason the library was his favorite place for break.

“Back again so late? Hero work not entertaining enough?” You teased, hand resting against your cheek as you leaned an elbow against the desk.

“Ah you know.” He paused to yawn, and you took a moment to take in his presence. The rain had damped his hair, the longer ends in the front clinging to his face. He’d tried his best to fix it before he walked in, embarrassed that he’d washed it today for you, only for it to be ruined.

“I couldn’t help but be interested in a good mystery tonight. All the rain outside, too enticing.” He grinned back with a knowing smile.

“Are you sure there’s not anything else that’s enticing you to come here?” You laughed softly, leaning back off the desk and into your chair. You tilted your head back, arms stretching over your head purposely.

Aizawa noticed too, watching the way your shirt lifted up. Eyes trailing slowly, from the way your thighs comfortably pressed into the chair, all the way to your breasts in that shirt that clung perfectly around them.

“Okay, maybe I was lying a bit when I said that.” He whispered, dazed from the way your body was positioned. So relaxed and comfortable, throat exposed to the chill, lips parting ever so slightly.

It was like you knew what effect you held on him.

And you used it like torture.

“Oh?” You lifted your head back up, half lidded eyes looking up at him.

Was it on purpose? He thought. Or pure tiredness that made you look so sexy? He couldn’t tell.

“What’s your real reason then, hero? I’m sure I can help you with it.” You hummed, biting your bottom lip gently.

He eyed your mouth, letting out a shaky breath.

"Well I get off early tonight-" He hesitated, nervously pulling out his phone to check the time. "-I was wondering if you could help me figure out a good bar to take someone, that is- if she's interested."

You chuckled a hmm, trying to hide the disappointment in your chest that he was interested in someone else.

But it died down when he continued staring at you, expectantly.

"Oh! You mean-" You pointed at yourself, a wide smile creeping onto your face, and he laughed.

"Yes, I mean you. Unless you think I should ask someone else."

"No no!" You waved excitedly. "I'm free after this, probably will be tired, but free."

You two had been at this for awhile at this point.

It started when he walked into the library a month ago, on a night shift he’d been extremely bored on. Nothing had happened at all since he clocked in, he was waltzing around anywhere to pass the time.

But when the doors opened, and he saw you crouched down to point a kid to the children’s section, his heart flew.

You were beautiful, no doubt. But the most attractive thing about you was the smile you held. The kind so many heroes tried to replicate, the inviting, safe kind.

The warmth practically radiated off of you, and in that moment, he suddenly decided reading would be his new hobby.

So he’d come in whenever shifts were slow, recognizing the pattern of your schedule usually matched his.

The library closed at midnight, he started at 9pm. You were usually one of the girls who closed shop, so he’d come in with whatever questions he could.

They were awkward at first, things like: asking you for good sci-fi books, or how the day was treating you. But it didn’t take long to spark a real conversation between the two of you.

And it also didn’t take long for either of you to catch on that you were interested in each other.

But tonight, he’d finally made a move.

Work was slow, they told him to go home. Stay on call, but expect nothing.

It was the perfect opportunity to ask you out.

And it went well of course, the both of you had already broke the ice a long time ago. And although the food at the bar was mediocre, he’d pay anything to see you laugh again the way you had there.

You both only drank a little. Just enough to feel a buzz and give you both the confidence boost, all while not losing any proper functioning.

And when you mentioned how you could go for some homemade tea afterwords, he didn’t think twice before inviting you over.

That’s how you ended up here.

You caught him for balance, grabbing ahold of his arm, still slightly buzzed from the drinks at the bar.

He chuckled lightly, trying his best to keep that calm and flirtatious composure he always had with you.

But the truth was, he was nervous, so so nervous.

He unlocked the door, hand shaking as he fumbled with the key. Then he made a joke, something to break the silence.

You giggled loudly at it, eyes teary from the simple yet stupid thing he said.

“Shhh.” He smirked, putting a finger up to his lips. “You’re going to wake my neighbors.” He opened the door to his apartment, allowing you to walk in first.

The place was much cleaner than you expected. From your experience, most men weren’t the tidiest.

His home was decent however, a few dishes in the sink, but nothing grossly out of the ordinary.

He slipped his shoes off, and you did the same.

“Your place is so…not dirty…” You chuckled a bit, taking in the shelves of movies he had neatly stacked in the living space.

“Did you expect it to look bad?” He laughed, pulling a chair out and motioning for you to sit at.

“Not exactly, but you beat the average male standard.” You noted, taking the seat at the counter.

He leaned over your seat, arm gripping the back of the chair.

“That’s a good thing, right?” He whispered, face inches from yours.

“As long as your rooms just as clean.” You breathed softly.

His eyes flickered to your lips, then carefully back up to yours.

“What’s in my room that you’ll need to go in there?”

“Well…” you hummed, pressing a finger to your chin. “technically, we can go anywhere. But I think you’ll like your room the most.”

“Ahhh, I see.” He moved his other hand onto your thigh, body now enclosing you fully. He rubbed his thumb gently across the softness of your pants, ever so slightly inching towards the center. “Thanks for clearing that up.”

“Of course.” You whispered, flustered.

“So…” He trailed, hand moving from your thigh, up to the curve of your waist. “would you like tea now? Or after?”

“What does after imply?”

“After implies…” He thought for a moment, debating whether he was pushing his limits. “tea, then sleep here, and breakfast in the morning?”

“Or,” He continued, “I can give you tea now, we keep talking. See where it goes from there.”

“I think my option is pretty clear,” You hummed, a small smile creeping onto your face. “the breakfast just sounds too tempting to pass.”

“That’s what sounds too tempting?” He tilted his head, chuckling to himself. “Let me help fix that, sweetheart.”

He leaned forward, lips softly pressing to yours. You kissed back, the taste of alcohol on your lips from the hour before. His kisses were passionate, but gentle. Like this was something he’d been waiting for, something he finally had and couldn’t screw up.

His hand gently moved up your waist, small moans making their way out of you as he cupped your breast gently, rubbing a thumb across the front of your breast.

He pushed himself into the kiss, inherently tilting your head back. The arm he’d had on the chair moved to the back of your head, gently gliding his fingers into your hair.

He gripped it slightly, pulling your head back more as he bit your lip.

“What’s tempting is you, every single day I walk into that library.” He growled into the kiss, pressing his knee slightly in between your legs. “I can’t get over how good you look all the time, it’s all I can think about.”

You moaned, opening your legs wider, and he smirked, keeping your head pulled back as he slowly kissed down your neck.

“It’s unbelievable.” He kissed your collarbone, softly biting at the skin. “someone like you actually wants to get with me? I must be dreaming.” He sighed blissfully into your shoulder, hand still massaging your breast.

“You’re- you’re pretty sexy for yourself, hero.” You breathed.

He laughed and leaned back, snaking his hand out of your hair. But his eyes stayed looking down, watching your shaken figure like an animal with its next meal.

“I didn’t think you could, but you’re even more beautiful when you look all messy.” He smirked, hand leaving your breast to cup your chin tightly. “I could look at you forever.”

You smiled tiredly, eyes barely open, a soft mark blooming on your neck.

“I look better with clothes off, just so you know.” You teased, hand lifting to rest on his belt. “Does the same go for you?”

He took a sharp breath in, eyes flickering to where your hand lay.

“That’s up for you to decide.”

“Hmmm, maybe you’ll have to help me out then.” You bit your lip playfully, other hand coming to undo his belt. “I have a tough time imagining, I’m more of a visual learner.” You moved quickly, fingers looping through the hooks.

But he put a hand on yours, stopping you.

“Visual learner you say?” He whispered, and bent down, arms scooping under your thighs to grip your ass. “Good. That makes two of us.”

He lifted you up, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, legs wrapping around his torso tightly.

“How about I give you that room tour?” He leaned into your ear, biting the tip of your lobe softly. “I lied, I guess there is a few things I wanna show you in there.”

You let out a quiet moan, leaning forwards to kiss him again.

He kissed back, more hungrily this time. Lips crashing into yours, stubble of his hair irritating you slightly.

“I’ll shave next time.” He groaned as if reading your thoughts, and gripped your ass tighter with one hand.

Before you knew it, he was tossing you onto the bed. The mattress sinking as your back hit the sheets.

He loomed over you, elbows propped at either sides of you face.

“Just to make sure,” He paused, taking the moment to catch his breath. “you want tea later, not now? Yeah? I’m always fine with sitting at the counter and talking instead.”

You smiled at his reassurance, hands gliding up to grab the collars of his shirt.

“The tea can wait, I want you right now.” You pulled his shirt down into you, lips crashing into his once again.

He groaned, hand moving to your pants, undoing the buttons and pulling them down so quickly you gasped.

“Sorry.” He chuckled, cupping a hand on your underwear, fingers pressing slightly to feel your wetness. “Just got excited.”

You moaned loudly at the sudden touch, arching your back slightly as he pressed a finger to your clit.

“Ah.” He hummed, rubbing against your underwear faster. “I guess I’m a vocal learner too.”

You tried to scoff, reacting internally at his teasing, but your body was too distracted by the pleasure. It was all so new to be touched by him like this. All too overwhelming, every little graze or moment causing a sudden pang of sensation.

You reached down, pulling your shirt above your head, taking it off as quick as you could. Only to reveal your lace bra, one that you’d forgotten you were wearing. Coincidentally, and in your favor, that today you had to wash your regular bra.

His breath caught, eyes focused on the way your breasts were wrapped in such scandalous design. The chill of the room causing your nipples to perk softly through the thin fabric.

“I didn’t think I could feel luckier tonight.” He mumbled, eyes wide, and he leaned down to softly kiss your stomach.

His lips kissed your smooth skin, teeth grazing—softly biting, at certain points, all while slowly making his way to your breasts. His hand stayed on your underwear, teasing you in slow circular motions. All while his other hand slowly glided under your bra strap, cupping your now bare breast.

You moaned more, the sudden exposure to his rough hand tickling your senses. The calluses on his skin prickling your skin.

It was every little thing, all too sensitive.

It’s like he could almost tell.

With every extra squeeze or motion, he’d make you whimper. And all the ideas of him being quiet for his neighbors earlier, shot out the window.

He pulled the bra downwards, leaving your upper half fully exposed. Nipples perked from the cold air, but your breasts still as lush as he could have ever imagined.

He continued kissing upwards, mouth reaching your breast with the lightest touch. Teeth grazing your nipple, and sucking your flesh ever so softly, just enough to watch you coil in pleasure.

Your moans grew louder, and you tried to bite your lip, tried to restrict the noise. But he knew what you were doing, and in a slow and teasing motion, his hand was past your underwear, a finger slipping inside your folds.

You couldn’t help but be louder at the sudden intrusion. His finger curled only a bit, just how you liked it, not too aggressive but straight to the point. Before you could realize, he slipped another finger inside, motion so simple with the help of your slick insides.

You were a mess, and he wasn’t even down a strip of clothing.

You look down and shakily tried to paw at his belt, nowhere near as good as you had been doing earlier.

He smirked, hands still occupied with your body, when he saw you try to reach at his hips.

“Ah, I’m sorry honey. I was too preoccupied with you.” He leaned his hips closer, giving you reach to undo his pants finally, while he removed his hand at your breast to help.

“You’re so sensitive, to all of it.” He mumbled, eyes still focused on slipping his pants off. He pulled out of them, tossing the clothing to the side, and gently took his hand out from your underwear.

He moved his hands quickly, taking off his shirt and leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

“I’ve gotta know.” He continued, shirtless body leaning down, pressing into yours. “Are you actually this overwhelmed? Or is it all just show.” He whispered, eyes staring at yours with a desire you’d only ever seen on the most flirtatious nights he’d walk into the library.

“It’s… no it’s not show.” You paused, using the small break from his hands to catch your breath. “I’ve…. just been waiting for this moment awhile now, that’s all, just a lot to take in.” You sighed, eyes drifting from his own, then down to his body.

And you realized, pleasantly, just how toned he really was. Beneath all that baggy clothing, there was muscle rippling across his form, the kind that was used everyday in action.

He was like candy to look at, your mouth almost watering as your eyes caught his boxers. His dick was pressed against the material tightly, imprint large enough that you were actually nervous for the size of him.

“That’s good to hear,” He breathed, bringing your attention back to his face. “Because I wanna make sure you’re nice and loud for me when I’ve got your legs on my shoulders.” He closed the gap, lips pressing into yours. Still as hungry as earlier, still as passionate, but this time, there was tenderness to it. He was kissing you longer, slower, still savoring the moment as much as he could.

His hands—now back on your body, trailed teasingly until finally undressing you.

First, he unclipped your sloppily-pushed down bra (with help from you), tossing the material out of the way as quick as possible.

Then, he hooked a finger on the side of you underwear. And teasingly, so teasingly slow, he pulled them all the way down, leaving you full exposed.

He leaned back on his knees for a moment, eyes predatorily scanning your body like he was trying to mentally capture the image that lay in front of him.

The girl he’d been crushing hard over, sprawled in his sheets, goosebumps and tiny hickies covering her plump skin. Hair messy, lips puffy and eyes half lidded with pleasure.

Was it his birthday? Seriously, he thought this was a dream.

You smirked devilishly, purposely sliding your arms above your head and teasingly propping your legs open.

The movements you made, made for him, only made his heart beat thrum even harder, chest so tight he felt like it could burst.

You watched with pleasure as his gaze dragged slowly down your body.

“I’m getting cold over here.” You teased sweetly, and he suddenly stopped his frozen stare, leaning back down.

“Can’t blame me for wanting to look at you.” He smirked, propping himself on one arm as his other glided down your body. “You were right, you look much better with clothes off.”

You whispered a laugh, and he did along with you. The both of you so drunk and delirious off pleasure. Pleasure you both had waited so achingly long for.

It was the kind that was so built up, you weren’t sure one night could release it all.

You both continued to kiss for a little while longer, not wanting to rush the moment you both were so desperately trying to hold onto. But when you started to press your hand against his boxers, rubbing him through the fabric, he groaned and pulled them off.

He was way bigger than you anticipated.

“Wow” You breathed.

He froze, body coming still.

“Is something….wrong?” He questioned, voice sounding slightly hurt by the reaction.

“No.” You shook your head, immediately trying to reassure him. “No, I just….you’re big. Like- really big.”

He let out a small laugh of relief, body relaxing as he realized what you meant.

“I’ll make sure to be careful, sweetheart.” He kissed your neck, hips aligning as he pressed your legs open with his. “But you let me know if anything’s wrong and I’ll stop.”

“Okay” You whispered back.

He kissed your head softly, and with a final look at you, he aligned his hips so the tip of him pressed barley against your entrance.

“Take some breaths for me, there’s no need to be nervous. I’ll take care of you.” He whispered into your neck, pushing his hips slightly into you.

And with that fist thrust, you realized,

he looked big, but he felt even bigger.

You couldn’t help but wince at first, blowing out a shaky breath as he continued to press into you. The width of him stretching you out so much you never knew someone could do this to you.

He groaned as he pushed further, letting a small, quiet moan as he was fully inside.

“Shit.” He groaned, body stiff with restriction. “You feel… amazing.” He pulled out slightly, preparing to gently thrust again. “You doing okay?”

You nodded your head back, hands now gripping his forearms tightly.

He continued for a few minutes at a slower pace, pulling himself out and tenderly pushing back into you. Using your moans of pleasure as guidance to reassure himself he was making you feel good.

And it did feel good for you, your body finally adjusting to the feel of him. The first initial pains slowly turning into a dull, pleasurable ache.

But for him? Oh, this felt even better than what he’d thought was possible.

This was better than any dream he could’ve had, any imaginative idea or comparison.

Having you here, the both of you feeling this good, it seemed impossible in his eyes only days ago. You were too attractive, way too pretty for someone like him. Out of his league was an understatement. He was a baggy-eyed, scruffy man who lived behind his hair.

Seriously, how were you here right now?

“I think…”

He paused at the sound of your voice, stopping mid-thrust, and you continued, “I think you can go faster.”

He nodded, pushing back inside tentatively. Each thrust quickening, his past growing faster. Your moans filled the room, the smell of sex filling the air. His steamy breath warm against your face, cheeks now flushed with pink.

It wasn’t merely the sex itself that felt so good, but who it was with.

You'd been hoping for a night out with him ever since he'd walked in the first time.

You weren't dumb, you knew you'd made him flustered, and it was cute.

But the more you talked to him, the more the tables turned.

Eventually, it was you all flustered and stumbling over your words.

And now, it was safe to say, the banter had truly been more than playful comments. Because all the things he'd ever talked about, he was making sure to do them. Checking them off mentally as if it were a to-do list.

He said once, he was good at making people relax.

And although this wasn't exactly what he meant, he'd still prove that to you tonight.

His thrusts were harder now, hips slamming consistently with each cry you whined out.

You pushed your head back into the pillow, body arching as he plunged back into you.

You weren't sure if it started when he was fingering you, or when he started fucking you, all the bliss mixing together, but he was going to make you cum tonight.

It was building up, the buzzing sensation warm in your stomach. It made your thighs quiver, insides clench.

You were sure he could tell.

"Fuck, you feel so good.” He groaned out a cry, the tightness of you almost too overwhelming to bear.

Your body was throbbing, the build up only growing as he went harder.

“You still wanna…. put m-my legs up?” You whimpered, question coming out barely coherent.

He smiled wide at the suggestion, more than happy you asked.

“Absolutely.” He breathed. “If it’s uncomfortable you just let me know.”

You nodded, and he stood back, pulling you to the side of the bed, scooping a hand under the back of your thigh. He lifted your leg gently as he leaned under it, shoulder hooking under you as you adjusted yourself. Your back curving as he regained his balance before doing the same to your other thigh.

Realigning himself, he pushed back into you in one swift motion.

You both moaned, you much louder than before.

He shut his eyes tightly, inhaling a sharp breath.

He was going to cum soon, but damn he didn’t want this to be over.

It was too unfair, he thought. Maybe if you both weren’t too tired, you could go again?

But he knew you’d both be out after this, so he told himself to enjoy it, and he pushed himself back into you.

"You-“ But he cut you off, hips dragging out and slamming right back in.

“You’re gonna make me-“ You whined out a moan, his body refusing to give you a break to speak.

He continued to let you struggle, a small smirk on his face as he watched you come undone from him.

“c-cum.” You huffed out the final word, falling back into your incoherent noises.

But he’d heard it perfectly clear, and before he let himself go, he would make sure you did too.

So he kept doing what he was, trying his best to keep a consistent pace, hoping not to lose the feeling you were so close to releasing.

And he must’ve done a good job at it. Because you cried out only a few more times before the shakes in your body fizzled out. Your muscles tightening, coiling, and then releasing, gody relaxing into the sheets.

It was perfect timing too, since right after, he pulled out. Cum spilling onto your stomach, dick twitching as he tilted his head back and groaned.

You laid there, breathless and a mess, sticky liquid on your stomach and eyes barely open.

He leaned down, giving you a quick peck on the forehead before whispering, “I’ll go grab a rag.”

And when he came back to you, he still couldn’t accept that you were really here.

You looked unreal, really.

The moonlight seeped through the windows, illuminating your body, shadows caressing your features. Your chest rose and fell with exhaustion, skin glistening from sloppy kisses and juices.

He’d never seen this side of you.

The sides he knew were the ones of you in cute outfits, stacks of books or bins in your hands. The sides that everyone else saw.

He felt a little warmth in his heart knowing you let him see this side too.

You let him clean you in the silence, hands tenderly wiping your thighs and stomach. And you didn’t acknowledge each other, it wasn’t awkard or rude, it was just a moment of sublime for you both.

When he was done, he’d rinse the rag and toss it in the laundry, coming back to lay next to you.

You were practically asleep, already bundled under the covers when he’d walked back to the bed.

In the morning, he’d hope you’d stay for the tea he still owed you. That, along with breakfast—if you wanted.

And although he didn’t quite know dynamic you shared, he knew he wanted to make something out of it. He wanted more than just a hookup.

Because it was obvious, he felt much more than just physical for you.

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Bakugo x Missing! Reader (Part 2)

Notes at the end, here is the part 2 that was requested!

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Here's the link to pt. 1

(I'll look over this in the morning too incase there's any typos)

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"I really did miss you."

You smiled wide, the kind you hadn't done in awhile.

He pulled away, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"I've never heard you be so sweet." You teased.

"Tch." He rolled his eyes, scoffing with pretend annoyance. "I said I'm tryin here. But if you get too mushy with me I'm gonna freeze up. That stuff makes me feel funny."

"I think that feeling is a good thing, silly."

"I dunno." He groaned, brows knitting in confusion. "I feel good but I just don't like….the lack uh..." He trailed, hands spinning as if trying to find the correct term.

"..The lack of control?" You guessed, lopsided smile on your face.

"Yeah, it scares me."

You nodded in agreement, reaching for his hand.

“It’s normal to be scared, you’re taking a risk on something that makes you vulnerable.” You squeezed his hand reassuringly. “I’ll be here with you though. We can figure it out together this time.”

“Yeah.” He nodded in agreement, eyes flickering with worry as he studied your face. “Just scared of losing you again, I guess.” He mumbled the last part softly, a sense of fragility in his voice you’d only heard a number of times.

"Well you won't, I'm not going anywhere."

And you weren't, never again.

"Hey."

Katsuki's gruff voice broke you out of your thoughts. He walked rigidly besides you, hands shoved in his pockets.

You two had decided to take a walk downtown, it was your first 'official' day out in the public. He'd asked you earlier if you wanted him to come with, for—as he said it, 'moral support, or whatever the hell that means.'

You could tell he was trying, in his own, aggressive way, but still trying.

"You still like that cafe? The one you always dragged me to during lunch breaks."

You looked up, realizing where you were now. The cafe was only a few steps away, it's open sign lit as bright as it always had been. It made your heart ache just thinking about it, how often you used to beg him to go.

"As long as they still carry the same pastries and tea they used to, then of course." You grinned, poking his shoulder teasingly. "Dare I say, you even like that one blueberry lemon cookie, don't you?"

He snapped his head towards you, eyes squinting in accusation.

"Did Kirishima tell you this."

"Noooooo." You trailed, giggling as he opened the door to the cafe. The bell chimed softly when you walked in, the fresh aroma greeting you with the smell of baked goods. "Butttt, when he visited me, he may or may have not told me you'd go there and order it all the time."

"What a damn idiot. Always blabbin' his mouth when he's not supposed to." He grumbled, leading you both to the back of the line.

He watched your face light up, eyes scanning the menu excitedly. The way your lips curved when you read off something delicious sounding, or the way you gasped at the new menu items.

It made him feel. But this time he wouldn't let it scare him.

"Hey"

You turned to him, eyes drifting off the menu.

"What's up?" You asked, stepping forward as the line shrank.

"Kirishima, well- he didn't like..." He trailed, scratching the back of his head nervously. "tell you anything else? I'm talkin' like- important stuff."

You paused as you remembered what Kirishima had told you all those months ago.

“I hope he won’t kill me for outing him like this… but pretty sure was like- gonna ask you out or something in highschool."

"You look like he said somethin'" He groaned, probably a little too loud for the people around you. "Ahhhh, dammit! I swear when I see him-"

"No!" You waved your hands in front of him, trying to calm him down before embarrassing the both of you. "No, no. He only told me that."

Thankfully, the line had shortened down just in time for the conversation to be cut short.

He started the order, hoping to help buy you more time between the two pastries you were deciding.

"And what about you, miss? What would you like?"

You turned your focus to the barista, who was patiently waiting.

"Well uh...what do you like better? The raspberry cream danish, or the cinnamon chip pretzel?"

"Oh! Both are delicious, but-"

"Just add both to the order." Bakugo cut the barista off swiftly, earning a harsh elbow to the side from you.

"Ack! I mean- please." He scowled, rubbing his side, glaring at you slightly.

The waitress laughed nervously, adding both to the order as Bakugo pulled out his wallet.

"Thank you, Katsuki."

He looked down at you, a tiny smile ghosting his face.

"Yeah whatever, they better be good enough for you."

You both walked towards the back door for the outside seating. Eyes catching the pair of you walk past. Painfully obvious that the mumbles around were very clearly about the two of you.

"No way. Isn't that the hero who was kidnapped?"

"Yeah, and I heard he rescued her. Literally a month ago."

"What?!"

You ignored their whispers, a tight lipped smile on your face, chin remaining high.

And although your heart raced, the thumping loudly in your chest. You knew, this would only be the inevitable for your life. A pro-hero came with spotlight, the good and the bad. You'd face whatever came head-on, no matter the lack of privacy.

It made you all the more thankful you spent a little time in the clinic before.

You felt a hand tightly lace yours.

"Don't listen to them." He whispered softly, arm brushing against yours. "they're all just a buncha' wannabes, trying to soak up the drama." He said the last part a little louder, and the couple talking shut their mouths immediately.

You chuckled anxiously, squeezing his hand and following him to the outside seating.

And when he opened the door, your breath hitched.

The sun glowed a morning dew from the rainy night before, golden hues gliding over the chairs and tables. Birds chirped in the distance, cars honking from the rush hour traffic.

It reminded you of your old, regular mornings, just how you remembered them.

He let go of your hand, pulling a chair out for you.

But you stood there, body taking in the present moment. Lungs breathing in the crisp, morning air.

"You alright?"

"Yeah," You let out a long sigh, shoulders losing their tension. "I just missed this."

He stared at back you, eyes flickering with relief, the kind you'd been seeing a lot of lately.

"Yeah well, I'm glad you're here." He broke the stare, walking to take a seat at the other end of the table. "the place doesn't taste the same when you're gone."

You smiled, taking the seat across from him.

"So, you're admitting you eat the cookies?"

He gave you a sneer, leaning forward with his elbows on the table.

"I'm startin' to regret buying you both pastries, seems like sweets bring out a sassy side in you."

You laughed, rolling your eyes playfully.

"The sweets aren't the reason."

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The morning wind pushed your back, the sound of waves crashing onto the shore.

You both had finished eating at the cafe, and with time on your hands, you decided to walk around the beach. A place you'd used to go when work was slow, usually alone. However, this time he'd asked to come with, saying he could use the breeze.

You sighed, kicking a rock off the boardwalk.

"I aspire to be like you sometimes."

"Aspire? The hell does that mean?"

"Well, for starters, you don't beat around the bush- you're straightforward." You chuckled, eyes still focused on the ground. "and more importantly, you don't care what anyone else thinks."

He paused, the silence between you filling the air, your words mixing with the ocean's breeze.

You expected a loud reaction, something brash about why 'extra's opinions don't matter.' But instead, he was silent.

"I care about what you think." He mumbled.

You looked up, stunned by the tenderness. He leaned against the fence, looking out at the water, back turned to you.

"Yeah, but- how does it not bother you? The people, what they say, how they talk about us..." You trailed off, walking up to lean beside him.

He hummed for a moment, debating how to respond.

So much more rational than he used to be, you thought.

He has less compulsion, like he was really trying to think about what he wanted to say.

"It does bother me." He broke, taking a side glance at you. "But you can't let it show, they're looking for the moment you crack. Attentions loud, but it dies down when no one reacts to it."

You could tell he was speaking from expierence, from the past.

"So when do I let myself feel it? I want to be angry, I want to be bothered."

"I'm not sayin you can't let yourself get angry, but..." He clenched the fence, knuckles white. "don't let anyone see that. Don't them wallow in what they see as weakness. When you wanna be angry, you come to me, or someone you else you can rely on."

You smirked, and leaned your side into his, resting your head on his shoulder.

"I'm glad I can rely on you then."

He stiffened for a moment from the touch, but relaxed,

and—as gentle as he could muster, wrapped his arm around you.

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The first two weeks back to your daily routine were unusual.

You still struggled with the idea of work. Your agency told you to take a few more days off from live action, to work in the office for now.

But you struggled even then.

It wasn't that it was hard, but you were too unfocused. The paranoia in your body tingled your senses, and whenever you felt relaxed, you couldn't help but jump at the sense of letting your guard down. You were still so used to the quietness being interrupted by kicks or bangs, and every time you felt nervous you wondered if you ever would reach a normal base-rate agan.

But you pushed through it, drinking less caffeine to help prevent jitters. And each day you worked, you'd reward yourself with a pastry or two. Although, they were usually delivered, because the idea of walking alone downtown still scared you.

Which reminded you..

You could tell that Katsuki wanted to take you out. But the elephant in the room was obvious.

Restaurants, bars, they reminded you too much of the night you were taken.

It was that same environment, surrounded by people and laughter, that you'd been kidnapped.

It bothered you more than you'd admit out loud. But truthfully, you weren't sure how it all went down. The last thing you remembered was declining a drink, telling the man to have a good night, and walking out.

Whatever had happened, the lack of clarity bothered you bad. No matter how much you'd love a date, you couldn't imagine it. The only place you'd been able to muster courage for was the cafe, but that was it.

Katsuki knew this of course, he could tell. It was in the way you stiffened when you'd pass the restaurants downtown, or the way you'd squeeze his hand tightly when someone asked to go for drinks.

They wouldn't understand, you didn't fully either. But whatever association your brain made with the idea of certain dining, it ruined that experience for you.

You just hoped with time it would heal.

But throughout it all, Katsuki was patient with you. He'd been nothing but there for you, just like he said he would.

It was the tinier things, like the way he noticed your anxiety in smaller spaces. He'd park when he felt you breathe too quickly in the car, asking if you wanted to walk for a moment. Or when he'd invite you over for a movie, he'd always leave his door cracked open, enough to show you weren't locked in.

It was those things, that made you realize how much he was trying.

He was there for you like no one else had been, and that made you love him even more for that.

...Whether you'd say that to him though, was another topic.

It was obvious to the both of you, the feelings were definitley there. You could tell he liked you, but neither of you made a move. And although you assumed he was going on your time, you also didn't want to pressure him into something just because he was there for you. His feelings were genuine, but apart of you considered that maybe he felt guilty, and that's why he was spending so much time with you.

So you kept your mouth shut, because, eventually feelings would...hopefully be addressed.

You were lounging on your apartment couch, the wind drifting through the windows. Something you did often now, never taking the breeze for granted.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you pulled it out to see an incoming call from Katuski.

"What's up?" You answered, phone pressed against your ear.

"Work stuff, I'm off tonight at five.." He paused, and you overheard background noise from what you could make was a colleague telling him to get off the phone.

"...Sorry some idiots are on my ass right now." He grumbled, accentuating the word idiots loudly for others to hear. "But anyways, there's a drive-in movie going on tonight at 7. Wanna go?"

"Like as in...?"

"Yeah, yeah I mean as in a date. Get pretty or whatever you girls do." He paused, and softly said, "that's only if you wanna to go."

"Yeah, I mean I would love to." You spit it out before the hesitation beat you. "But, I don't know how I'm gonna be. I'm still so weird with that stuff."

"Not weird." He cut in, voice in a matter-of-fact tone. "Just adjusting. Start being nice with yourself."

"Okay," You smiled into the phone, warmed by the lack of judgement. "Let me know when you're heading to pick me up."

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A drive in movie, this you could do. Maybe.

You reassured yourself as you looked out the window, city lights blurring past you. Katuski cranked the heat for you—because he was never one to get very cold, and tapped the steering wheel to the drums of the music.

You rested your head back, relaxing as much as you could.

Katsuki told you earlier, that any second it felt like too much, he would drive you both back.

But the windows would be cracked, you would be able to feel the outside breeze. And he'd make sure you felt as little restriction as possible.

A test run, you thought. This would be a good time to test your stability. Both of you, seeing a movie in a public setting, but free range to leave whenever you needed while having the privacy of the car.

You could do this.

He grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers through yours, thumb tapping absently to the beat.

"I bought us some chips and candy." He nodded his head towards the back seat. "The kinds you like. And don't worry, drinks are there too." He said it as nonchalantly as he could, trying his best to play it off cool. But he couldn't help but smirk at the excited look on your face when you turned around to see the bags of goodies.

"You should't have!" You gushed, squeezing his hand softly.

"Yeah, yeah, I know I'm the best- Ack! Chick I'm drivin here!" You smacked his arm playfully, and he laughed, dramatically leaning away from your hand.

"I actually bought them because if I didn't, you'd turn me into your personal shish kebab." He scowled, earning a devious smile from you.

"Just hope those snacks satiate my hunger before Katsuki Bakugo is no more." You teased, only to realize you'd both arrived at the theater.

The day had faded, sky turning into a soft blue, and cars parked in the arranged spaces. Katsuki took a spot in the back, view perfect for the large screen in front, it ran through test-runs of others movies before preparing to play.

You sighed, unbuckling yourself and leaning the seat back, and he did the same while turning around to reach the bags of snacks.

"I forgot to even ask, what movie is this again?"

"Uhh.. I forget the name, my mom told me it was good. Said I should take you...." He opened the bags, taking out the things he bought for himself and passing the rest to you. " 'Pretty'.....somethin'. It's got a girl, and a rich guy..." He trailed, mumbling titles to himself.

"Kinda sounds like every movie." You giggled, pulling out a bag of chips and crinkling them open. "Is it old? New?

"if my old hag likes it, it's definitely old."

"Hmmmm," You ignored the jab at his mom, trailing through the romance movies in your head. "is it Japanese?"

He shook his head, saying, "Actually, now that I think of it, pretty sure it's American or somethin Western." He waved it off, opening a protein shake. "All I know is apparently it's good. I was told you'd like it, it's very sappy. Emotional and gushy, all that stuff you like."

You turned, slightly shocked at the confession.

“….what’s the genre?”

“Tch. I said mushy and sappy, romance duh.”

You gawked dramatically.

"What?….” He tilted his head, slightly confused. “It doesn't sound good?"

"No, it sounds great actually. Just surprised you didn't want a crazy action movie or something." You popped a chip into your mouth, humming from the taste of junk food you'd so desperately missed. "You’re all about the ‘crazy-action-packed sci-fi/war’ movies or whatever. This is out of left field.” You mused.

“Well damn, maybe I was tryin to be nice and romantic.” He grumbled, taking a sip from his shake.

romantic.

Your chest fluttered, blushing at the idea of the date being- well, an official date.

“Oh! Katsuki.” You pointed to the screen ahead, the title appearing as crackly audio came inside the car through the cracked windows. “Look! That’s what’s it’s called. I’ve actually heard of this!” You squealed.

“Huh, ‘Pretty Women’ I was close.” He mumbled to himself, ripping a bag of candy open.

And as he watched you, eyes sparkling with joy. He realized, maybe he did save all of you. But it would just take time, lots of it, to help bring every part back.

But to him, it was worth it.

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The movie was almost over.

You both laid comfortably in your seats, stomachs full from carbs as you held hands. The two of you had only spoken briefly between certain scenes, neither wanting to miss any of the movie. Because as surprised as Katsuki was to admit it, it was actually a very good film.

He knew he wasn't the only one either, it was obvious you were enjoying it. Squealing at the cute parts, and throwing in your opinion at parts that made you angry.

You hadn't seemed overwhelmed or nervous, but at times where you were extra quiet, he'd give your hand a tight squeeze.

The night went exactly as he'd hoped it would. You smiling, laughing, enjoying yourself again.

But with only a few minutes left of the movie, he turned to look at you, noticing your eyes were pricked with tears.

"Hey"

You turned to look at him, nose sniffling.

"You alright?" He asked, hand squeezing yours.

"The movie..." You started as tears fell down your cheeks. "it's just so... so sweet." You choked out a small sob of joy, wiping your face with your sweater sleeve. "I'm just so glad to be here right now."

He smiled softly, bringing a hand to your face.

"I won't lie, I kinda liked it." He chuckled, thumb swiping across your cheek. "But the best part about tonight is being here with you."

He leaned in closer, brushing a strand of hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

You stared at him for a moment, eyes filled with hesitation.

But his, his reflected back with nothing but determination.

"I like you" You spat out quickly, shocked. But the words kept coming out like they couldn't be stopped. "I like you, but if you feel guilty, and that's why you've been hanging out with me then please-"

And before you could continue,

he smashed his lips against yours.

You didn't react for a moment, too stunned by who was actually kissing you. But it only took a moment until you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, a hand drifting to his hair.

He groaned softly, both his hands now cupping your face. Lips tender as they kissed you, passionate yes, but not as aggressive as you expected.

And you weren't sure what it was when you kissed him,

maybe it was the way he tasted like the cinnamon candy he'd eaten earlier, mouth still coated in sugar. Or how he breathed into you, sighs of relief flowing out of him as you kissed back.

whatever it was though, it made you feel safe.

Safe in the way you'd never been provided with. The kind someone did because they wanted to, not because they had to.

It was the kind that you wouldn't mind keeping around, for as long as he'd let it.

He pulled away, breaking the kiss while you caught your breath.

"Don't you ever paint yourself as this guilty cause I feel pity for. I don't hangout with you because you remind me of someone in need of saving." He growled, hand grabbing your chin to make you look at him. "I hangout with you because I've had feelings for you for years. I've liked you since that day you walked into that stupid school, and I'll be here for you because I want to!"

He stopped, mouth tightening into a thin line, giving you a moment to feel the weight of his words in the silence.

"and I don't care how many times I'll have to say it, or how clear I need to spell it out....." He whispered, voice wavering. "But I like you dammit. I feel the same way you do, and I'm gonna make sure you know that with every damn day I have with you."

You finally broke, tears streaming down your face.

"I- I'm scared Katuski, I'm so scared, scared of the future, of things going right with us, if I'll ever be able to do hero work again... I'm just..so scared."

He shushed you softly, forehead pressing against yours.

"Remember what you told me when I first saw you again? You told me not to be scared, told me that you weren't going anywhere." He pressed a soft peck to your lips, before saying, "We can figure it all out together, the feelings, the dates, all that sappy shit." He chuckled, breath blowing on your lips. "And I'm tellin you right now, it might take time, but you'll bounce back. Hero work will always be waiting for you, trust me."

You let out a shaky laugh, shoulders caving forward with ease.

"I really am happy to have you." You croaked.

"So am I" He smiled.

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I hope you guys like it :') sorry if it's not as hype as the last. It's a lot simplier/fluffier.

Let me know what you think and if you guys want more Katsuki Bakugo stuff :)

As always, I hope you enjoyed and if anyone wants more lmk.

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