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My new furniture came today and I'm struggling bc WHERE TF AM I SUPPOSED TO PUT ALL MY SHIT??? I FINALLY HAVE DRAWERS UNDER MY BED ON MY NIGHTSTAND BUT I HAVE LESS OF THEM IN MY DRESSER AND I WANTED TO PUT DIFFERENT CRAP IN THERE THIS IS SO STRESSFUL 😭😭😭
Summary: In which Shouto moves to the library to study, but it’s more than the quiet atmosphere keeping him coming back.
Tags: @yamichxn @liviitehe @cyanide9602
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A/N: Ok maybe I lied and this took longer to write than a week, but it's a lot longer than I thought it would be!
While I liked this idea in theory, once I wrote it I wasn't as big a fan as I thought. *sigh* The life of a writer... Always hating what you put out...
I hope you guys like it, it's more in Shouto's POV than the reader's which is different for me. I think it's pretty cute, and that's what matters.
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Shouto needed a change. Studying inside an empty classroom or in his dorm room alone wasn’t productive anymore; more often than not, he’s started spacing out or having to reread entire pages of his notes. It also didn’t necessarily help that his roommate this year caused so much of a ruckus every day - the roommate tended to have loud company over frequently, or he would stumble into the room in the wee hours of the night when Shouto was still studying - that Shouto's normally abundant patience had run out and he didn't want to sour their relationship by confronting him (Also read: he had no more fucks to give and it was getting on his last nerve).
Finding a replacement study space was the best decision he’d ever made.
Izuku took him to one of the school library’s quiet floors, the place he tends to study after class. The floor looked cozy; among the endless rows of library books, there were rows of desks pushed against a wall covered in windows. A wider clearing in the middle of the entire floor had a few larger tables to seat about six to eight students. On the other side of the rows of desks were locked rooms that groups can request to reserve for a few hours.
Izuku couldn’t stand the typical absolute quiet on this floor, so he tended to reserve one of the rooms with a classmate after a long day of classes; the extra privacy was an added bonus. Iida couldn’t make it, so the freckled fellow was grateful to Shouto for tagging along. The duo settled into a room with concrete white walls and a simple table, a large plane of plexiglass the only view into the rest of the library.
Shouto didn’t care about the room almost feeling like a prison; there was enough natural lighting from a double window, it was minimalistic, and he was in the presence of a friend if he needed someone to talk to when he took small breaks. He figured even if Izuku didn’t come with him every day, he could sit at one of the desks in the middle of the room with his earbuds in for a few hours. A completely focused section of the library with no distractions, just what he wanted.
Until some movement caught the corner of his eye through the plexiglass and made him do a double-take.
A girl with hair reaching past her shoulder blades approaches one of the nearby bookshelves, the white sleeves of her shirt folded up to her elbows and a burgundy skirt sitting just above her knees. The outfit alone earned a small glance from him, but what made him stare curiously was her actions. She moved a few heavy tomes aside, revealing a much smaller one hidden behind them. She plucked it from its place, opened up to a bookmarked page, and proceeded to twist the “bookmark” into her hair, making a neat bun near her nape, before walking away.
Shouto couldn’t help gawking at her receding figure. She not only hid a book in a secret hiding spot, but she used her hair stick - or fork, or pin, he was too far to tell exactly what it was - as a bookmark when she was done reading for the day. He’s heard of Fuyumi using everything but an actual bookmark to hold her place, but he’s never actually seen another person with such a habit. It made sense, one would want to pin their long hair out of their face to read - Fuyumi says she keeps her hair on the short side because long hair is a hassle to control - and Shouto acknowledges how clever she is. But then how does she spend the rest of her day with her hair down? Doesn’t it get it in the way the rest of the day? Going outside with the wind kicking around? Eating with her hair all over the place? Catching it on her backpack or her jacket? Maybe he was getting ahead of himself and this was a one-time thing, she just happened to not have a bookmark and the only thing on hand was her accessory and something was better than simply folding the page down.
Shouto realized he’d spent a whole 5 minutes ruminating about this mysterious girl and her hair and her reading habits. He’d just found a new distraction, and he wasn’t mad at it.
After a few hours of homework and studying with Izuku in the locked room, Shouto noticed the girl walking slowly back to the same bookshelf, nose buried in the pages, bun still in place. The boy silently chuckled to himself as she stood completely still for a few beats, he figured she was just finishing up a chapter.
He suddenly stops short and his eyes widen.
In one swift motion, she pulled the stick from her bun and, as if in slow motion, the silky strands were freed, falling past her shoulders as she shook it out. It was more satisfying seeing it all fall down after she meticulously pinned it up. And of course, it just looked pretty.
In doing so, her glance catches him from her periphery. His heart stopped as he quickly turned back to his laptop screen, already holding his breath. He’s not a creep, he told himself as his face heats up, his mind was just bored and his eyes wandered and he just so happened to catch activity happening. Simple. It’s not like he wanted to see her do it again.
Izuku stretches his arms over his head. “Yikes, I didn’t notice how late it was. Wanna break for the night and come back tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
~*~
Shouto has come to expect the usual schedule of events: He would settle into the study room with his study partner and unpack as he waits for the girl to come retrieve her book. He would watch as she’d expertly weave the stick in her hair, give a cute little head shake to make sure it was strong enough to hold, and then disappear into the library to read her book. A few hours into his work, he’d wait for her to come back to her book hiding spot. The most satisfying part of his day would be watching her pull the stick out of her hair and letting that cascade of silky hair fall past her shoulders. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of that. On his way out one day, he snuck a peek at what book she was reading and inspected her hair stick. It was a simple enough design, thin and gold colored with a leaf pattern at the very end of it.
Sure, it sounds creepy to an outsider. But he’s not a stalker, he’s just a creature of habit.
Or, that’s what he tried to tell himself whenever he would accidentally meet her eyes and have to turn his head quickly. Which has happened more times than he’d like to admit in a 3 week span.
“What’s IcyHot looking at so intently?” Katsuki’s gruff voice alerts Shouto out of his trance one afternoon as he waits for the mystery girl to appear at the end of the day as usual. “You’ve been looking over there all day.”
Shouto tears his eyes away from the bookshelf, clearing his throat and staring at his screen. “Nothing, I thought I saw something.”
Katsuki and Izuku’s eyes darted to where Shouto was looking to find the girl retrieving her book as usual. A smug look spreads across the blond’s face as he leans back in his chair. “Ohh, I see. You’re watching the pretty girl.”
Shouto clamps his mouth shut, not wanting to give the boy the satisfaction of being right.
“You like her, right?”
“No!” Damnit. “She just happens to be here every day too.” He can’t stop the heat rising to his cheeks.
“Well she’s coming over here, be ready.”
As soon as Shouto’s heart lurches, there’s a soft knock at the door. Shouto glances around to Izuku and then Katsuki, who’s smirking. “Go on, answer it. She’s not looking for us.”
Shouto wants nothing more than to punch his smug face, but he hurries over to the room door to open it. He stiffens up when he sees the girl standing right in front of him.
Up close, she has a slightly rounded face, her black-framed glasses framing cat eyes and long eyelashes. Her mouth was slightly agape for a split second before stiffly closing it to compose herself and stand up straighter. “Um, hi. I hope I’m not bothering you.”
Shouto closes the door behind him. “No, not at all.” He shoves a hand in his pocket to try looking casual while his heart flutters at being close enough to someone he’s been watching from a distance.
“I actually wanted to ask you a favor.” She pushes her glasses up on her face nervously. “Do you mind hiding this somewhere in your study room?” She’s clutching her book to her chest, the dark cover contrasting against her white sweater.
Shouto’s eyes couldn’t help taking a quick glance down; the dark book cover contrasts against her white sweater tucked into her black plaid mini skirt ending just above her knees, the rest of her legs covered by sheer black tights and ending in a pair of black boots with a low heel.
“I usually hide it behind one of the sections of books no one reads,” she continues, pivoting a bit to point, letting Shouto glance down quickly to the black plaid mini skirt, sheer tights, and black heeled boots before she turns back around. “But I figured someone might move it one day. And I just happen to notice that you’re in this room every day at the same time, I can count on it being in the same place…” She tucks a hair behind her ear and Shouto nearly melts at the way her voice trails off sheepishly.
Shouto reaches out to take the book she’s offering to him. “Yeah, I’ll keep it here in the room. It should be locked overnight.”
She clasps her hands in front of her and smiles at him. “Thank you! I’ll come back to get it tomorrow, promise.”
Shouto dazedly smiles back at her. “Sure… See you tomorrow, then.”
She gives him a little bow and walks away from him, letting him get a whiff of her fruity-floral perfume. He stands there a moment to watch her, containing his excitement before collecting himself and ducking back into the room. He realized his palms were sweaty when he sat back down and wanted to study the book cover.
He feels eyes on him, only to meet Katsuki’s shit-eating grin and Izuku’s eager smile.
The blond is the first to break the silence. “Well? What did she want?”
Shouto plays back the conversation in his head. “She gave me her book to keep in the room overnight.” She happens to notice me here… Shouto thinks, Every day… Just like I notice her here every day… “She must think I’m a stalker or something,” he mumbles.
“Oh my god.” Katsuki facepalms. “It means she likes you, you idiot! She just wanted an excuse to talk to you!”
The clueless boy blinks, causing the blonde to groan. “Why else would she come up to you specifically and not Deku?”
Izuku gives his childhood friend a hard look. “I agree with Kacchan, she looked shy to talk to you. Maybe you should do something nice for her and ask her out?”
When the pieces finally click in place, Shouto’s face turns brighter red than his hair at the prospect of the girl possibly being interested in him too.
“IcyHot’s got such a huge crush!” Katsuki guffaws, hitting the table.
~*~
“Thanks for taking care of my book again,” the girl smiles.
Shouto’s already racing heart squeezes as their fingers just barely brush during the exchange, rubbing the back of his neck. It’s a regular occurrence, but the gesture never fails to fluster him. “N-No problem. I know it’s important to you.” He coughs. “I actually read a little bit of it this time.” He thinks she stiffens up for a moment. “I apologize if I was intruding!” he says quickly.
“N-No, it’s fine!” She clutches the book to her chest tightly with both hands, managing a nervous chuckle. “How far did you get?”
“Just the first three chapters, I didn’t get too far.” Her nervous behavior makes Shouto sweat. Did he cross a line? She must think he’s indecent now if she didn’t before.
“Oh.” She visibly relaxes. “Sorry, I didn’t think you’d look. I thought it looked too…girly for you to be interested.”
“I figured you’re reading it so intensely, it must be good. I was just curious, I’m sorry.” He feels his face heat up in shame again. He keeps glancing at the book, not knowing if he should find some way to take it back from her or not; only adrenaline had let him go through with his plan.
The girl realizes the book feels thicker in her hands, the split created by her bookmark now a small hole. Her fingers reach inside and open up to that page, eyes widening.
She plucks out a thin golden stick with a burgundy flower at the head, a matching chain tassel with a gem at the end hanging off of it. “What’s this?”
The boy’s throat is parched and his heartbeat almost deafens him. “I know how much you like using these sticks to tie up your hair, and you tend to wear reds and burgundy a lot. I wanted to give you a nicer looking one that matches.”
Shouto almost wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole when she stares up at him wordlessly. The girl finally smiles warmly. “It’s really pretty, thank you, I love it!”
The boy lets out a held breath, the cold fear slightly leaving him. “Oh good, I’m glad.”
She hands him the book to hold as she wraps her hair up and places the stick in the bun. Shouto’s chest fills with pride as she turns her head to show him. “How does it look?”
“Stunning,” he blurts out and his eyes immediately widen at his unintentional candor, earning a giggle out of her. He hangs onto the wondrous sound and the way her warm eyes bore into him. “Would you grab dinner with me later?”
She slightly tilts her head at him with a smile, sending more warmth through him. “I’d love to.”
Shouto smiles back, his whole body relaxing and his heart full. “Great! See you later, then.”
The girl reaches both her hands to gently retrieve her book, allowing more contact to linger between them as she shyly keeps their eyes locked. “See you then.”
As she walks away, the burgundy tassel swaying side to side, Shouto leans back against the door for a moment and smiles to himself. He feels lighter now, looking forward to his date. As he turns to go back inside the room, he briefly wonders if he should learn how to use one of those hair sticks; maybe he’ll get the chance to weave his fingers through her silky hair and place it himself. He’ll get the chance to pull it out, eventually.
I allow translations as long as I'm credited as the original writer.
I don't think this was the first time I was asked this, I could start a list of translations. If anyone wants to DM me with permission, I'd love to link your translations somewhere on my blog!
I'm so out of practice writing that I forgot what I usually listen to when I write 😭 I tried putting on my slowed/reverbed kpop playlist and I've gotten so used to watching videos at 1.5x speed that it absolutely kills me... Watching/listening to stuff at normal speed is just too slow for me now. Does anyone else have that kind of problem or am I weird?
*crawls out of my tiny dark hole* So um... how's everyone doin~?
It's been a super crazy 2 years for me (oh geez... that's how long i've been out of it for?). I started writing out a whole post explaining what the hell was going on in my life, but it sounded more like a therapy session and I figured it was too much for updates and I don't want to bore you.
Long story short: I've graduated from PA school, started adulting and working in a trauma hospital in a high-stress specialty where I'm also working overtime, and I haven't had the time or energy to process how I've basically lost most if not all of my meaningful relationships/friendships because I haven't given myself time to properly process/heal/deal with my first breakup with someone who I was also best friends with during all of PA school. And I spend all of my free time sleeping or mindlessly watching meaningless YouTube videos. Or playing Twisted Wonderland. Almost always at the same time.
(I really thought that when I graduated and started working I'd have so much free time and I'd be happier, but I'm just tired all the time and I'm pretty sure my friends hate me lol.)
Anyway, the past 2 weeks I actually didn't have to work overtime for the first time in a WHILE, and I fully realized how capital D Depressed I actually am (and how thin my hair is and how much my scalp hurts and how much weight I've put on and how much my body aches everywhere) and I want to take back my happiness one day at a time. (No really, I broke down and downloaded a habit tracker to remind me to take my vitamins and iron every day and oil my hair every week and get my nails done-)
I really miss getting the smallest ideas for one shots from the randomest things in my daily life. I miss writing and having some kind of purpose. I just miss being happier tbh, someone skip me to the part of my life where I become hotter and more emotionally stable and confident
You're probably gonna get a oneshot out of me sometime this week, an idea popped into my head while I was researching hair sticks to put my hair up without my scalp screaming at the end of the day. After that... I have no idea, we'll see.
I hope this is the start of me coming back here on a regular basis. In case you didn't know, I also have a kpop blog where I write mostly timestamps and shorter oneshots @doyoungiesbunnies. I might start writing Twisted Wonderland stuff, but I don't know where I'd put it... That's all for now. I hope you're all doing well, staying happy and healthy and taking care of yourselves. I'll see you all again soon ❤️
Also! I'm opening for requests... I can't promise I'll get all of them (depends on how many I get), but my idea bank's run dry and I need some inspo, so I'm welcoming all your ideas!
*crawls out of my tiny dark hole* So um... how's everyone doin~?
It's been a super crazy 2 years for me (oh geez... that's how long i've been out of it for?). I started writing out a whole post explaining what the hell was going on in my life, but it sounded more like a therapy session and I figured it was too much for updates and I don't want to bore you.
Long story short: I've graduated from PA school, started adulting and working in a trauma hospital in a high-stress specialty where I'm also working overtime, and I haven't had the time or energy to process how I've basically lost most if not all of my meaningful relationships/friendships because I haven't given myself time to properly process/heal/deal with my first breakup with someone who I was also best friends with during all of PA school. And I spend all of my free time sleeping or mindlessly watching meaningless YouTube videos. Or playing Twisted Wonderland. Almost always at the same time.
(I really thought that when I graduated and started working I'd have so much free time and I'd be happier, but I'm just tired all the time and I'm pretty sure my friends hate me lol.)
Anyway, the past 2 weeks I actually didn't have to work overtime for the first time in a WHILE, and I fully realized how capital D Depressed I actually am (and how thin my hair is and how much my scalp hurts and how much weight I've put on and how much my body aches everywhere) and I want to take back my happiness one day at a time. (No really, I broke down and downloaded a habit tracker to remind me to take my vitamins and iron every day and oil my hair every week and get my nails done-)
I really miss getting the smallest ideas for one shots from the randomest things in my daily life. I miss writing and having some kind of purpose. I just miss being happier tbh, someone skip me to the part of my life where I become hotter and more emotionally stable and confident
You're probably gonna get a oneshot out of me sometime this week, an idea popped into my head while I was researching hair sticks to put my hair up without my scalp screaming at the end of the day. After that... I have no idea, we'll see.
I hope this is the start of me coming back here on a regular basis. In case you didn't know, I also have a kpop blog where I write mostly timestamps and shorter oneshots @doyoungiesbunnies. I might start writing Twisted Wonderland stuff, but I don't know where I'd put it... That's all for now. I hope you're all doing well, staying happy and healthy and taking care of yourselves. I'll see you all again soon ❤️
9:46 pm - Kirishima Eijirou x fem!Reader spice (1,068 words)
“And you were scared to wear a dress before.”
Your face heats up. “I was just scared there wouldn’t be enough of a barrier between us!”
She raises her eyebrow at me.
“I think I found a long enough dress that won’t ride up,” you squeak out. Both of you know it’s a weak excuse.
“Dresses always find a way.”
“Fine, maybe I just don’t care!” you finally admit exasperatedly. “If it happens, it happens!”
Your best friend bites her lip to hold back a knowing smile. “You know you want it.”
You throw your shirt over the camera and she cackles in response. “I just want a reaction out of him!”
“Yeah, he dropped the ball yesterday, you looked hot as hell.”
You stare at yourself in the mirror, the sundress you settled on wearing hits just on your knees. The dress you wore last night that you’d sent to your boyfriend was mid-thigh, and you’d worn knee high socks to look a little more innocent despite posing seductively in a chair. It took almost an hour to find the right outfit and pose to send while your boyfriend was out drinking with his friends, just to tease him.
“You better not be rethinking wearing that dress,” said the digital voice coming from the phone. “You look cute and he’ll definitely think the same, don’t worry.”
You bite your lip and frown. “If he doesn’t say anything today, I’m gonna have to take the reaction from him myself.”
“That’s my girl!”
.~.
“What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?” Kirishima glances at you before gluing his eyes at the road again.
You lean on your entwined hands. “Depends on the day and what’s available. Cookies and cream, cookie dough, rocky road, plain chocolate or vanilla. All the choices if a fatass.”
“Nooo,” he pulls your hand closer to his and presses a kiss on the back of your hand, staring at you softly. “You’re perfect.”
Your heart skips a beat for the nth time today and you fight back a smile. “Eyes back on the road, don’t make us crash.” You can’t get used to his cheesy compliments.
He pulls in front of his house and leads you to his room in the basement. He takes a seat on his bed and watches as you stand at the foot to put your bag down.
“I love ice cream, but sometimes it just doesn’t love me back." You start taking your earrings out. "But I’m 100% willing to hurt myself for the things I love.”
You notice the intensity of his stare on you, easily getting you flustered. You hastily walk over to his mirror to check yourself. “I think I’m just gonna wipe my lipstick off, I practically ate…” Your voice trails off as your boyfriend approaches and slithers his arms around the sensitive part of your waist. “...Ate it all off anyway.”
He places a kiss on your shoulder before breathing out, “I want your lipstick on my face.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” he flashes a toothy grin.
Your head is spinning at both his duality and his suggestion, so much you barely register his spinning you around and stealing your lips. You pull away just to see if you really left any color on him, wiping the vermillion border. “Wow, either I really have nothing left on my face or this is some good lipstick.”
He looks at himself in the mirror as you rush to your bag for your makeup wipe. “See? I still have some color on it.” You throw the now pink wipe away and put some chapstick on to keep your lips from getting chapped.
“Alright, come here already.” Your boyfriend impatiently pulls you back to sit with him and leans in to kiss you again.
“Babe, at least give the chapstick a few minutes to work!” you protest, pulling your head back.
A wicked grin spreads across Kiri's face as his arms slither around you again slowly. “That’s okay,” he breathes, fanning your cheek, “There are plenty of other places I can kiss.” His teasingly places his lips from your cheek down to your jaw, below your ear to your neck, hitting the sensitive spot that he knows is your weakness. Right when you sigh and grab his hair to continue, he trails his lips down to your chest, peppering more teasing kisses above the collar of your top.
His motions light a fire within you, making you pull his head back up to yours just for you to attack his lips, chapstick long forgotten by both of you. You feel him smirk and hum, his hands massaging your waist to sit you on his lap. “Damn, you drive me crazy,” he murmurs, capturing your bottom lip gently between his teeth.
“Really?” you purr in response, pulling away from him before he can capture your lips again. “Is that what you thought last night?”
Your boyfriend cocks an eyebrow before another knowing smirk spreads across his face. “Ohh, so you sent that photo to me on purpose then.”
“Of course I did,” you roll your eyes, “You didn’t even say anything.”
“Aww, was my baby expecting to catch me off guard?” His hands glide down to your ass to pull you closer. “I don’t think you’re prepared for what I wanted to do to you.” The low gravel of his voice resounds in your ear, sending a shiver through you like a warning signal.
Suddenly, you’re tossed onto your back, Kirishima hovering over you, his eyes dangerously dark as he eyes you up and down. You feel warm, the thrill of being exposed and in danger thrumming through you. “Did you really think you didn’t have any effect on me? You think this luscious body of yours,” his fingers lightly trace down your chest and stomach before grabbing your thigh and hitching your leg around him, “Doesn’t get me riled up?” The hand planted to your legs slides up to grab your ass. “Your knees tucked under you and your dress riding up your thighs?” He places a wet kiss in the center of your chest, following the valley between your mounds. “Your gorgeous boobs on full display?” His lips trail back up to nibble your earlobe as he sighs. “I want to absolutely devour you.”
Heat floods with your racing heart. You know you’re in danger. Exactly how you wanted to be.
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A/N: My life has turned into a fanfic and now I suddenly have so many scenarios flying through my head 🙃
Anon asked: (I lost who actually asked this one, it's been a long time since I got it, I'm sorry!) "Hello! I know your requests are closed but this is just for when you get to it. An imagine for kirishima where s/o gets followed home and calls kiri scared. Lots of fluff please! This recently happened to me and it was really scary."
Word Count: 1,243
Warnings: Mentions of fear, following at night
Tags: @theyenvymarleyyy @yamichxn @liviitehe
A/N: Hi, I have a pounding headache from Memorial Day drinking and I have work early tomorrow morning, but I had to finish this one, so I banged out the end of this to help me feel better :)
Also happy 100th one shot for this blog!! Gosh, my brain conjures up too many scenarios lol. But honestly I couldn't have done it without a lot of your requests! Majority of these one shots have been because you all want to see me write things honestly I have no idea why but ok?? so thanks a bunch to all of you!
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"Are you sure you're okay getting home by yourself?"
"It's pretty dark outside, we should walk you home."
I smiled at my friends' kindness. "It's okay, I'm just 10 minutes up the block."
Asui leans against the door frame, not convinced in the slightest. "I don't think this is safe, Y/N, it's really late."
"I'd blame myself if something happened to you," Ochaco holds my hand.
I wrench my hand away. "No, really, I don't want to put you guys out of your house for me, I'll be fine, really!"
"Text us the SECOND you get home!"
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Well that was a great big lie.
If there's one thing my parents always scared me on growing up is never walking alone. I thought sticking to the well-lit business streets would help keep my nerves down, but the occasional cast of the streetlamps against the dark night wasn't assuring in the least. The lack of civilians at the late hour further cast an air of isolation. I found myself in a brisk walk through the streets, hurried by my fear of danger.
Why did I say no? A little company would've helped so much. Then again, there's no reason a group of thugs wouldn't take a small group of unarmed girls. I've heard that happen before, I couldn't let that happen to my friends.
I take a deep breath and put my hood up. Just 2 more blocks forward, then turn right and go straight to your block. You'll be fine. Any conversation with myself is a welcome distraction from the cold chill running down my spine.
There's an uneasiness as I cross another street to the next crosswalk. The sharp anchor slowly dawning in the back of my head is more distinct than the former chill. When I stop at the red crosswalk, I quickly dare a backwards glance. I wish I hadn't.
Behind me, a shadow of a person just a few meters away saunters in my direction.
I snap my head back forward. My heart starts beating faster as my mind cycles through every possible scenario that can happen. Getting hit in the head, shoving a chloroform rag in my face, sticking a needle in my neck, straight up being dragged into the nearest alleyway; flashes of danger hit me, each worse than the last. My body echoes a phantom, numbing chill at each method of assault my mind conjures up.
What do I do? I think of the videos I've seen online about what to do in this kind of situation. "If you think someone is following you, make 3 right turns because that means they've just went in a circle."
Fuck the crosswalk. I quickly turn right, refusing to wait until the light allows pedestrians to cross. My feet carry me faster as the light wanes from the main street. I've escaped the "safety" of the busy street for the even more isolated residential area. Whoever's chasing me won't have anyone to worry about witnessing whatever crime he's about to commit against me now. WHY did I do this?!
I turn my head half around to see if my pursuer is still on my tail, part of me hoping I was wrong, only to see them turning the corner without missing a beat. My heart sinks and I force myself to go faster without breaking into a run, my legs stiffening into an unnaturally brisk pace only folding at my hips. What do I do, what do I do now?!
I turn the next corner, faintly registering the burn in my legs. I have to think of something else, I can't keep running from them forever. I dart my eyes around to find some semblance of a person to help me if I need it, but the street is bare. Everyone's already safe in their homes while I'm out here in potential danger. Another stolen glance behind me proves that the figure is still following me. I'm only slightly relieved to see them just slightly farther away than before.
There's no one around me to help, I'll have to summon my own help.
I whip out my phone and call the first person I know on speed dial.
"Hey babe, how was-"
"Kiri, someone's following me," I breathe out.
It takes him a few heartbeats to respond. "Get somewhere safe and send me your location. Now." I hear him shuffling on the other side. "I'm coming to get you."
"Okay-"
"Stay on the phone with me if you can." I hear the jingle of his keys. "Try to stay calm."
A tinge of warmth quells my cold fear. "I'm trying, I'm just really scared."
"I know, but I'm coming to get you. You'll be safe with me soon."
I take a moment to appreciate the honey sweetness of his voice, picturing being in his arms under a warm bed. It reinvigorates me enough to turn the third corner and walk faster. The main street spread right in front of me. I tell him which street I'm on once I approach the intersection.
"Get inside the convenience store on the corner and wait in the bathroom," he instructs.
The door to the store is right there as I make the final right turn. I duck inside and hurry into the back where the bathroom is, locking myself in and leaning against the wall. I quickly send Kirishima my location and catch my breath for the first time in at least 15 minutes.
"Are you okay, babe?" he asks me through the phone.
"Yeah," I huff out. "I'm just a little wound up, that's all. Just hurry, please." A small part of me refuses to completely calm down until I'm at his house.
"I'm almost there, just at the light."
A few minutes pass of silence through the phone. I shut my eyes as my head spins.
"Alright, I'm in the store, it's me knocking."
Three raps on the door and I'm already standing and shoving the door open. At the first sight of his red hair, I collapse into his arms. "You're here."
His thick arms envelop me just as tightly. "I'm right here, I told you. Let's go home."
The entire way home, Kirishima keeps a hand on me at all times. He firmly keeps his grasp on my waist to the car, holds my hand the whole drive, and leads me with a hand on my back as we get into the house.
I find my way to his familiar bedroom, wrapping myself in his black comforter and curling into a ball. Only when I've settled in this position do I finally feel safe, the phantom anxiety still easing itself from the back of my mind.
Kirishima places a glass of water on his bedside table before getting into the bed with me. "You still scared, babe?"
I immediately nuzzle into his chest and hum in ascent. The woodsy smell of his cologne envelopes me with his strong arms.
"It's okay, you're safe with me here," he coos, placing a kiss on my forehead.
"That was scary," I mutter.
"I was scared too, y'know," he ghosts his nose on my temple, "I thought something was gonna happen to you. What kind of boyfriend am I if I can't protect you?"
My heart melts at his sincerity. I poke my hands out of the blanket and cup his face, staring into his eyes with a smile. "Well, I'm here now. Thank you for being there, Kiri."
He returns the smile and pecks my nose before crushing me in another hug. "Whoever tries to take you away from me should watch their back. I'd go to the ends of the world to find you."
My next one shot will be my 100th one shot on this blog!!!
I've been keeping an excel spreadsheet of all my one shots (i dont count the headcanons and timestamps) and Burn turned out to be my 99th one shot, which means the next one I posted will be #100!
I have a request I was going to finish for the next post, but now I want #100 to be something special... I have an idea of what I want to post as my 100th fic, but is there anything SPECIAL that you guys want to see? Something that you think is characteristic of my blog or something you really want to see me try? Send something to my askbox or reply to this post :)
Also I completely missed it by a few months, but happy 2 year anniversary to this blog! Thank you to everyone who's ever put in a request, sent me an ask just to say hi, or just silently read my work. I'm always happy to write for you guys and provide you with some wholesome or angsty content that you're craving or you never knew you were craving 😊
Thanks for being here through my inactiveness, my stressful times in college and (currently) PA school. I know I don't talk much here like other writing blogs do, but my heart is so full because of you all, I appreciate the little interactions. I really hope I'm making you proud. ❤️💜
Summary: You've been going through a personal situation with someone, Bakugou makes a suggestion to help you feel better about it.
Word Count: 1978
Warnings: Broken relationships, burning things, DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME WITHOUT PROPER SAFETY PRECAUTIONS
Tags: @theyenvymarleyyy @yamichxn @liviitehe
A/N: So... I'm back with another story... I've been going through some stuff since winter and this was the best way I could vent some of my feelings out, so just let me have this please. I wrote it in like January and stepped away from it for months so I could edit it without being in that same emotional mindset, so I hope you guys enjoy it still!
"Babe, what are you doing?"
I hear his shuffling footsteps behind me as I'm rolling a small lump of dough in my hands. For a moment, I wince because I already know I'm going to get a lecture and Bakugo likes to get his full 9 hours of sleep like a responsible person. But I don't look at him, instead choosing to concentrate on getting just the right amount of dough into my hands. "I'm baking cookies," I answer simply.
He groans. "It's 4 in the morning, why the HELL are you baking cookies?"
I hesitate placing the balled dough on my kitchen scale for a beat before returning to my rhythm. There are so many ways to answer that question, many of them would worry him. Hell, they worry me. So many answers that would require an unraveling of complex emotions that I'd rather not think about, nor would I prefer to visit right now because I don't feel like crying in the middle of the kitchen at this time of night. But at the same time, the fact that I am making cookies at a nocturnal time is cause for worry.
It means it's getting bad. Again.
I sigh, plopping the neatly rolled up ball onto the baking sheet next to me. "Because I've lost control of my life." That's not a bad way to start, I guess.
Bakugou groans again - I can already see his head thrown back exasperatedly even with my back to him - and he approaches my workstation. His annoyed gaze darts between the bowl of cookie dough, the parchment paper lined kitchen scale, and the baking sheet. He studies me, crimson eyes narrowed in light disappointment. I don't even laugh nervously as I usually would. He sighs and turns to wash his hands. I continue portioning the dough out carefully, Bakugou taking his place next to me and helping me.
We work in silence. I know he's less than enthused about being woken up in the middle of his beauty sleep to do something like baking, but I'm pleased that he doesn't ask questions (yet).
Once the cookies are in the oven baking, we set the timer and Bakugou slides them in the oven before turning to me arms crossed. "So, you wanna tell me what's going on?"
Standing across from him, I needed to hold onto the cool countertop for support. I've been wondering how to tell him for a while. This argument I had with someone else had nothing to do with him, but he's the closest person to me. He deserves to know at least what's going on, I just didn't know how much I should tell him. There was a chance he'd think differently of me, knowing I have some ugly thoughts.
"Come on." His tone softens. "For the past few weeks, you've been more quiet, less talkative, you're spacing out more, you're doing some weird new things," he motions to the dirty dishes on the counter, "And Sundays are your designated going-out days but you've been skipping them. What's going on?"
I look down at the floor. "I've... just had a lot on my mind lately." It's not a complete lie.
"Obviously, it's something you're not telling me. I know you're not being totally honest. Spit it out."
The line about being honest triggers a wave of memories, sending a wave of melancholy chaos so brutal I slide down to the cold floor to stabilize myself, curling up into a ball. A fresh wave of sobs threatens to come out as I cover my mouth.
"W-Oh sh- Babe, I didn't mean to-"
"No, it's fine," I manage out shakily, my voice already higher and cracking. "I needed to tell you sometime and I've been neglecting you, I'm sorry." I motion for him to sit next to me, swallowing the rock in my throat.
I tell him everything. Every detail of my slow burn argument that lasted almost a whole week, starting from inciting events weeks ago to the climactic end last week. All my regrets, my mistakes, my anger, my insults, my self-doubt, my regrets, all the unspoken words I've kept to myself. Everything rushed out of me to the point where I was sobbing and shaking, Bakugou cradling me in his arms. I thought I would've been able to handle it, pushing it down for me to handle and process later, but later never came because I was trying to delay facing them. My fear of showing him the innermost darkest and broken parts of me that I thought would push him away. I realize I'm more of a mess than I thought I was; I let it build up by myself until I became a sobbing mess on the kitchen floor.
Katsuki stays silent, running his warm hands up and down my back and listening to everything I had to say, even if they weren't exactly coherent from the sobs.
"I knew something was wrong when you suddenly stopped going out and never told me anything." He pauses thoughtfully. "It must be hard to deal with mean thoughts since you're the nicest person I've met, but having them every once in a while doesn't suddenly make you a villain or something. They just come from feeling something, it's just human nature." He pulls back to look at me and wipe the tear trails off my face. "I still love you. I'm here for you, I won't leave just because you want to insult someone who hurt you. I think it's pretty hot, actually."
I manage a giggle, another tear falling. "Of course you would think that."
He wipes it away with the pad of his finger and smiles at me. "You're my superhero. I'm sorry you're feeling this way. I'll do anything I can to help you through this, if you'll let me. I know how hard it was to tell me."
I huddle against his chest, sitting between his legs to catch as much warmth as I can by hugging his arm over me. "You know, I didn't want to think about my feelings for so long. I wanted to ignore them as much as I could because I thought they were bad. I thought ignoring them meant being able to move on. I ran away from them until I was baking cookies at 4 am just to distract myself. I just... want to face them and be done with them."
"So burn 'em."
I stop tracing the back of his hand. "What?"
"Burn them. Y'know, like how spies burn important documents that they don't want other people finding."
I stare at him blankly. "What are you trying to say?"
Katsuki sighs. "You're the kind of person who needs to get things off your chest or it'll eat you alive. I know you still have a lot to say that you can't tell me, so just write what you feel. No sugarcoating. Exactly how you want to say them. And then, once it's out of your system," he snaps his fingers and creates a mini explosion for effect, "Burn it. No one else has to know."
The idea sounds perfect. I can be completely honest to myself, no matter how childish or insulting I will probably sound. And maybe some of my anger will be quelled by some form of destruction, I guess.
"You're doing the burning though, since you're so used to it."
.
A week later, Katsuki and I stood outside in our concrete backyard in the dark night. There was no wind to bother the fire or make a sound. I huddle close to him, looking at the inked looseleaf in my hand.
The night I wrote these words, I was angry and vulnerable. Hesitant to start at first, I could stop myself after the first sentence. My thoughts barely echoed in my mind as they were reproduced on paper. The experience was in a limbo between autopilot robotic reproduction and furious out-of-body possession. The only thing I vaguely remember is how rhythmic the words flowed out of me and the red-tinted vision of me screaming them out into an abyss without consequence. I couldn't even recall anything I'd written, despite the same insults dangling behind my tongue for days. I felt lighter, freed, but afraid of what I might've said. I tucked the paper away without reading it for days.
It wasn't until a few hours earlier that I decided to revisit them. The person's voice was furious, almost like they were never allowed to speak before, but now they had free reign. This person was a prisoner standing on their field to be executed and desperate to have their last words heard before they croaked. Honestly, I would've been repulsed, only pitying them for their terrible decisions and upbringing that led them here. But these were mine. I'm the villain who had to take accountability.
I wish I could say I didn't mean them, but I wrote them, my intent is obvious. At least I can say I'm not proud of them. I said what I needed to say, now no one needs to see them. I'm going to let that side of me go.
Katsuki takes the paper from my hand. "Not gonna lie, this would be the first time I've intentionally set fire to something."
I raise an eyebrow. "You're telling me you've never tried to set fire to something before?"
He opens his mouth to object, but then closes it. "Okay, stupid drunk things don't count, I was under the influence." He takes a breath. "You ready?"
I nod, bracing myself.
The bottom of the paper erupts into a single brilliant flame, sending my heart into a frenzy at my instant danger reflex. My body tenses being this close to fire, but I relax as I focus on the bigger, beautiful picture. A weak halo surrounding us and illuminating the pavement, the spotless paper being consumed quickly, the flames ascending up and leaving charr in its place, the gradient of a blue base bleeding into blinding yellow and white outlined by an orange border. I watch as my messily scrawled words disappear like a dark curtain sweeping across it, rendering it useless as only the smell of smoke and ash take its place.
I embrace his free arm. Words wouldn't be enough to describe how grateful I am for him standing by me this entire time, supporting me, being available for me to open up to him, being my safe space, witnessing this with me.
The timeless moment bitterly ends as the last of the paper chars to black, the flame fizzling out into blue until only dark grey smoke remains in the darkness. I follow the trail up into the night sky as if hoping to catch a glimpse of my words flying away.
"You okay babe?" Katsuki whispers, not wanting to disturb the stillness.
I let my body relax. My chest feels strangely lighter but filled with a newfound relief. Is this what spiritual cleansing feels like? The darkness around me is almost dreamlike. "Yeah," I breathe, allowing myself a moment to come back down. "I feel much better."
"And now you understand the joy of setting things on fire." I can hear his smirk.
The punch I want to land on his face turns into a light tap on his arm as I snuggle closer to him. "Thank you for this."
Katsuki plants a kiss on top of my forehead and his arm engulfs around me. "It's the least I can do to help."
As we finally drag ourselves inside, I imagine the paper that's just burned in front of me, the inked words on it already forgotten. I'm satisfied with letting them go, knowing they can't hurt anyone else and I wasn't attached to them enough to be sad.
Whatever I wrote will be a secret even I don't know and what I set free.
