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TODOROKI SHOUTO : MASTERLIST

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shouto writing tag | universal masterlist

MULTI-CHAPTER

ready or knot (est. 24K) : in progress

Todoroki Shouto is so unsettlingly beautiful, you’re certain he has to be an omega. That is, until a chance encounter with a pushy alpha reveals you were incredibly mistaken—and the surprises don’t stop there. Shouto's suddenly mystifying behavior adds another layer of complexity to an already confusing inter-agency investigation. It would be so much easier to figure things out—and suppress your growing feelings—if only Shouto would stop being so strangely attentive to you...

something in the water (39K) : complete

As a future marine biologist, you’ve scored big on your final internship: a summer in the tropics, researching the waters off the coast of a lush, sunny island. But what you thought would be all beach days and piña coladas turns out to be the revelation of a lifetime when you haul in a handsome merprince, and discover not everything in these waters is quite as it seems.

fingerprints (38K) : complete

When you’re outed as pro hero Shouto’s soulmate on national television, there are really only two sensible things for you to do: blame someone else and run.

vested interest (19.5K) : complete

You’d just thought Shouto was absent minded, accidentally leaving behind a jacket or a sweater or his vest. You didn’t realize this was a thing. (In which Todoroki Shouto—despite his quirk—has zero chill, and uses his clothes to ward off other men.)

if i could keep cool (20K) : complete

A villain attacks Shouto Todoroki’s apartment and kidnaps what he apparently believes to be Todoroki’s secret lover. The bad news—for both you and the villain in question—is that you’re just there to clean the place. That’s how it starts.

[smutty one shot follow on: say the word and you know i'll follow]

Deceiving the Duke (30K) : complete

When Camie Utsushimi elopes on the eve of her society debut, scandal threatens to destroy the family’s prospects. It’s up to you, a lady’s maid, to impersonate Camie throughout the Season, long enough that her elder sister can make a match. The only trouble? Lord Shouto Todoroki is also intent on making a match—and that match, quite impossibly, appears to involve you.

in cinders (25K) : complete

You’re just trying to fairy godmother your best friend into a happily ever after. If only the prince would stop hanging around and cooperate. (A Cinderella AU)

when i make you mine (24K) : complete In order to placate your anxious mother, you agree to return to your hometown to participate in a mating run—knowing full well that betas rarely get chased, never mind betas nearly old enough to age out of the practice. You’ve decided to treat it like a vacation, a chance to visit with your childhood friends, the mating run itself a nice relaxing hike. All in all it’s a solid plan—until alpha Todoroki Shouto, your best friend's little brother, steps in and blows it all to pieces.

conspire (13K) : complete

Shouto Todoroki had definitely only asked you out in order to ward off his horde of interested suitors. So why does he keep actually taking you out on suspiciously realistic dates?

subtle (4.5K) : complete

Someone leaves chocolates on your desk. You’re determined to track down the sender, certain it’s a mistake, and Shouto Todoroki makes himself as unhelpful as possible.

demon prince au (various): ongoing

Things seem to going well with the prince of hell you've accidentally taken home. Until a surprise visitor makes an appearance, and Shouto must take action to stake his claim on you.

ONE SHOTS

mr. tokyo beat hottest hero (3.8K)

Shouto finds out he’s hot. He swiftly uses this knowledge against you.

gravity (6.1K)

Shouto is the handsome, Vulcan chief medical officer of the starship UA, and you its intrepid captain. All Shouto wants is for you to stop getting yourself so grievously injured every time you make port, trying to prove yourself worthy of the ship's command — A Star Trek AU

on ice (2.6K)

Your pro hero boyfriend ices you to the counter and has his way with you.

pretty boy (4.1K)

You have strong feelings about Shouto’s scar. Shouto finds them…surprising.

slip (2.5K) - gn!reader

No one knows who the villain Shouto really is, or what he wants with Endeavor. All you know is that you never should have drawn his notice.

just my (blood) type (5.3K)

The real Halloween treat was how sinfully handsome Todoroki Shouto looked in his vampire costume. But that wouldn’t be enough to save him from the petty wrath of one drunk lobster. (In which you suffer deeply, wingwoman a friend, and pick a fight with the hottest boy at UA.)

loads of fun (2.8K) - gn!reader

After moving into your first apartment together, Shouto seems more amorous than ever. You're not sure why—but when he comes home to you doing a load of laundry, more than your clothes are about to get tumbled.

home, safe, yours (2K) - gn!reader

After a rough day, you take care of your pro hero boyfriend.

happy edgings (1K)

Shouto discovers a new concept and quickly sets about mastering it. You either benefit or suffer, depending on how you look at it.

confetti confessions (2.3K)

A slight misunderstanding at Shouto’s birthday party achieves unexpected results. 

in any universe (1.7K) - gn!reader

Shouto is the prince of an alien species that mates for life—which surely has absolutely nothing to do with you, the little human cadet deployed with the treaty party to his planet.

if you let me (2.2K)

Disguised as a eunuch in the imperial palace, a mistake on your part leads to your unmasking before the prince. By rights it should mean your death, but Prince Shouto seems to have another plan in mind...

balm (2.2K) - gn!reader

You help rub down your boyfriend's muscles after a grueling shift. And then, a little more.

damage (1.6K)

When you get hit by a quirk, Shouto gets protective. Idiocy ensues.

peony for your thoughts (2.1K) - gn!reader

Florist AU: You enter Shouto’s flower shop, and leave with a little bit more than you expected.

say the word and you know i’ll follow (3.3K)

While moving in with Shouto, you get caught up reliving the scene of his confession. Quite literally.

[a smutty one shot sequel to if i could keep cool]

DRABBLES + PROMPT FICLETS

a/b/o au (0.5K)

You think Todoroki Shouto is so pretty he has to be an omega. You quickly find out you are very, very wrong.

dragon au drabble series (various lengths)

You accidentally bring home a dragonling one day. He grows up...possessive.

seven minutes in heaven (1K)

Shouto is unfamiliar with a well-known game.

todobakureader domestic fluff (1K)

The sound of muffled arguing in the kitchen wakes you up on Saturday morning.

turn the heat up (0.7K)

On a lazy afternoon, your boyfriend Shouto is up to no good.

priceless (0.8K)

You get weird around all the expensive things in Shouto's apartment. Shouto shows you what's truly priceless to him.

kabedon (1.7K)

Shouto learns what kabedonning is. You benefit.

wrong address (0.6K)

A mistake leads pro hero Shouto to your door. You promptly embarrass yourself.

attention (0.6K)

“You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.”

melt (1K)

“What? Does that feel good?”

drunk shouto (0.7K)

Shouto gets handsy when he's drunk.

pet names (0.3K)

Shouto figures out you like pet names and sets about abusing his newfound power.

marked up (0.7K)

Shouto goes little shit mode. You (and Class A) suffer.

[zubitter]

Shouto is the kind of boyfriend who loves to be pampered, so he is always at your whim when it comes to beauty nights (or really anytime your attention is focused on him). Loves having you do his skincare routine, push his hair back with a headband, and put a matching face mask on him. He prefers the clay or mud kind because it takes longer for you to put it on him, which means he gets to sit there and bask in the fact that you’re doing nothing but dote on him, especially if you coo at him while do you so.

The same applies to you doing his hair; he loves to sit between your legs while y’all have some random tv on in the background, letting you oil and massage his scalp before a bath. In the shower, he bends his head down to let you work the shampoo and conditioner through it, and afterwards, he’s sitting in your shared bathroom with his eyes closed as you blow dry his hair. Wants you to comb product through it with your fingers and decorate him with little ponytails or barrettes or whatever hairstyle you saw on Pinterest and decided to subject him to. I think he gets pouty when his manager won’t let you style his hair for events and has an actual stylist do it. If you’re in the room while he’s being styled, he’s giving you forlorn puppy eyes through the mirror that make you laugh.

I think he just loves both the attention and your appreciation. Shouto is a very dedicated man, and I think having that dedication reciprocated is very important to him, so when you sit on his lap, holding his face in your hands, and spend 20 minutes plucking his eyebrows in just the right way, he’s in absolute heaven. He’s always so lax whenever you pamper him, usually quiet except for the occasional hum as he sits there, lounging backwards, eyes closed, letting you do whatever you want to him. And you can tell he loves it; he soaks it up like a neglected plant on a window sill. He just has this very specific look in his eye when you dote on him, a soft smile on his face, like he’s trying to pay attention to every little thing you do before the moment is over. And after you’re all done with your pampering, he always pulls you in, fingers gentle at your chin, for a very soft kiss that lingers and sticks between your molars like taffy. He pulls away the smallest amount possible to be able to look you in the eyes, fingers still petting along your jaw, and gives you the smallest, most genuine “thank you” you’ve ever heard.

[tojisno1g00ner]

idk why but I see dad!Bakugou with a girl who’s literally as aggressive as he was when he was a kid and after experiencing trying to handle her first–hand, he’ll probably feel so guilty for his parents cuz he knows she’s how he used to be (midoriya can swear by it 🏃‍♀️💨) Mitsuki gonna feel like she’s going through a deja vu or smth watching Bakugou and his daughter arguing nonstop because that’s how little Katsuki and her would used to be 😭😭 His daughter would probably be afraid of Mitsuki since she’s an expert in her ‘type’ after dealing with Bakugou for years and she can literally bring gremlins like her down so easily. Mitsuki tells you all the stories from Bakugou’s childhood and that always gets him begging her to stop cuz he’s just so cringed out by himself 💀 But the two of you also bond over your gremlin babies and you never forget to take down some notes from the expert (Bakugou eavesdrops as well so he can learn some techniques too)

Now with Midoriya, I feel like he’ll have a daughter who really likes to dress up and be pretty and he’s always her personal photographer and adding her pics to his collection of photo albums from when you first gave birth to her. But that does mean that she’s ‘weak’ or anything. No no! I think Midoriya would teach her how to stand up for herself from a very young age because he doesn’t want his daughter to go through what he went through as a child. She’s probably also pretty good friends with Bakugou’s kid (I imagine Bakugou’s girl being a year older or the same age as her) and they’re the duo that NEVER lets anyone walk over them (their parents are so proud of them 💕) And also, I think Midoriya’s kid would aim to be No.1 to be just like her dad and she’s always striving for her goals (girlboss 💯)

With dad!Todoroki, I think he’ll have twin boys who are around the other two’s age as well, perhaps a year younger or the same age and Todoroki would really much want his boys to be friends with his friends’ daughters. Endeavour would 100% spoil them with anything and everything they want. The boys want the toy they saw their friends playing with? He’ll get one for each of them in all the colours available. They want some bedtime stories (to stay up late longer)? Grandpa is going back to 30 years ago and telling them his whole hero career story. He’s probably well aware of the fact that they’re using him but who cares ❤️ They’re being treated like absolute royalty by their grandpa that Todoroki’s always breaking internally like ‘dad…stop you’re ruining my kids 😨’ I also think that you’ll give birth to a girl a few years later when the boys are 3/4 years old and grandpa is shaking and crying at how adorable she is. (Bonus points if one of the kids look like him and he’ll think he’s ready to die peacefully anytime) Endeavour’s photo album is full of his grandkids and whenever he’s on the plane or gets bored, he’ll turn on his phone and look through the pics 😭😭😭 The kids absolutely love their grandpa so much and it’s too cute :((

[tojisno1g00ner]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭…

Husband!Shoto who feeds your big fat obese cat treats for the third time that afternoon and you have to lecture him that the cat is going to die because he keeps feeding it too much again

Husband!Shoto who kisses your wedding ring when he’s at work before keeping it locked in a drawer so that he won’t scratch or burn it while on the job

Husband!Shoto who doesn’t shy away when you admire his scars like he used to and his chest warms up when you kiss all of them and say they are so goddamn cool

Husband!Shoto who fucks your cunt and cum inside of you for the second time and his cock is starting to get a lil sensitive but he doesn’t stop until he sees you sobbing about being overstimulated and belly budging a little from so much of his semen. And it all happened because you saw a baby at the park and told him the two of your baby is going to be so cute

Husband!Shoto who cries a little when he holds your newborn for the first time, feeling her soft skin under his finger as he tells you he’ll die for the two of you any day

Husband!Shoto who asks you whether he looks fabulous after your daughter put your makeup on his face and you’re telling him he’s gorgeous while yelling at your kid to stop playing with your things

Husband!Shoto who tells your child that he’s just massaging mommy’s thighs when she walked in on you two doing the act while you’re slapping your hands over your mouth to not let out any sound when he rolls his hips a little

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[lvmimis]

“Are we third-wheeling?” Katsuki asks suddenly, and you are quickly snapped back to reality, your gaze directed back to the spiky-haired blond menace your friend insists on calling her boyfriend. 

“What are you even talking about?” You stick your tongue out rather immaturely, and look back down at your food but Katsuki’s really not one to be talking, his hands busy with cutting your friend’s steak into pieces for her as she stifles a laugh. 

You give her a questioning look, but from the way her eyes dart to the man at your righthand side, you realize Shoto still has not stopped looking at you, even if you stopped meeting his eyes. His head is propped up by this fist, as though he is watching a particularly interesting movie, a grin on his face.

Okay, Bakugou’s got a point.

You clear your throat, then raise the sole remaining drink menu between the two of you to shield your face. Shoto frowns, and you can hear him huff under his breath as he sits normally finally and returns his attention back to his pasta, and your friend’s laugh is no longer muffled but outright. 

“So we were discussing,” Katsuki starts again, watching his partner take her first bites before he places his hands on the table, “the idea of having you possibly join in on one of the ads for Silver Lining’s place of work, before you got so easily distracted.”

Shoto blinks, slurping on a wad of pasta wound around his fork.

“Why can’t you do it?” he asks, immediately. “We’re not that far apart in rank.”

Your friend snorts, then looks at Katsuki expectantly. “Yeah, why can’t you do it?” 

Katsuki grimaces, then takes a sudden swig of his ale. She rolls her eyes then leans in,

“He’s banned for getting into a fight with the manager.”

You shake your head. “Of course.”

Bakugou rolls his eyes. “In my defense, he was annoying.”

She raises an eyebrow, pointing her fork loosely at him as she leans her chin on her first. “For asking you a simple question, such as, ‘what are you doing on the premises?’”

Bakugou grimaces, and you can immediately tell they’ve had this argument before.

“It was clearly a challenge.”

“It was a simple question.”

“He should know who I am.”

You and your friend roll your eyes at nearly the same time. Shoto’s finger slips under your hand on the table, stroking your palm, to catch your attention and once you look, he’s pointed his fork at your plate.

You give a short nod, and he gives you another two seconds to redact your offer before he reaches for your food too. You considered telling him just to order another entrée, but you’ve learned since in your year of dating, that there’s something he gleans particularly from the idea of eating off of your plate.

After having another bite, he shrugs.

“Sure. I’ll do whatever you want me to do,” he tells Katsuki. He chews then swallows.

“As long as she’s okay with it.” he then adds, looking at you, which makes your face warm.

“What issue would I have?” you start, but you think briefly of just a conversation you had two nights before about modeling or acting contracts he would take, then grimace.

“This is different.”

Shoto smiles, pulling your hand to his mouth, an action that makes Katsuki grimace then oddly competitive.

It’s hard to not feel like you’re third-wheeling when it comes to Shoto and you, because his love really shines through.

[hitoshiyoshi]

devotion | todoroki shouto

synopsis ↬ shouto will do anything for you to join the todoroki bloodline

warnings ↬ BARELY EDITED, arranged marriage, yandere, implied virginity loss, noncon/dubcon? (consent is implied but not said), cheating? (the reader isn't dating but is talking to someone), manipulation, quirk use, dr*gging (aphrodisiac), the reader has a quirk (dual or half-water half-fire), mention of past child abuse, bribery, bride-price (?), you have an ill parent, slow burn with important details in the buildup, mild bakugou slander, orgasm denial, choking, creampie, let me know if I've forgotten something

pairings ↬ yandere!pro-hero!todoroki shouto x f!reader (she/her pronouns used)

word count ↬ 13.4k

Anxious footsteps pace throughout your family's home for the entirety of the day. Nearly every room had been refurbished and decorated with new exquisite objects; vastly different from the usually peaceful and simplistic setting that you were used to. Expensive paintings and unique ornaments are strung along the walls, refining your home while, in the process, making you feel out of place. Various cleaners were brought to help tidy the house while other drastic measures were taken for one 'special' day. Your mother meticulously scrutinized every detail, checking to make sure each nook and cranny was spotless. It took days of countless trial and error for her to feel a sense of security in the newly renovated home. However, while your mother was satisfied with the results, you strongly hated them.

The home you first entered as a newborn and took your first steps into adulthood had been uplifted and changed before your eyes. Of course, your mother wouldn't listen to any of your whining or complaints. Always shutting down your questions or ignoring you when you try to inquire about her strange decisions. By now, you were used to her being dismissive about each of her design choices. When she asked you to assist her in the final preparations, you weren't fazed by her skittish demeanor; she'd been acting like this since the beginning. The whole day was spent cooking and finalizing the decor of your home until your mother could breathe a sigh of relief.

When asking your mother why the preparations were so intricate and time-consuming, as she sliced some vegetables for a stew, she replied:

"The Todoroki Family will be coming over tonight for dinner." She explained her desire to make your home welcoming for them. It had been some years since you had seen the entire family together, specifically the patriarch, Todoroki Enji.

Natsuo and Fuyumi became familiar faces in your family home over the past few months. It was a kind gesture; they would always make sure to stop over and greet your parents after making a brief stop in your town. The eldest brother, Touya, would write you letters despite being detained in Tartarus. After all these years, you had forgotten his face. It wasn't until you saw his arrest on the news a few years ago that you realized how deeply you missed him. Seeing his reappearance made you emotional but after receiving some of his handwritten letters, you felt more at ease although haunted by his actions. Finally, he paid the unfortunate price for his villainous crimes.

The only member of their family you were excited to see was Shoto.

Years have passed since he graduated from U.A. High School and was now working as a pro-hero and sidekick for his father, Endeavor. Patrolling and training seemed to take a toll on his ability to see you. Being an understanding best friend, you decided not to bother him about his busy schedule since it was something he did not have control over. The time he couldn't spend in person was made up with your late-night calls that would continue until the early hours of the morning. Often, you would fall asleep while still on the phone with him and the dulcet sounds of your snoring lulled his tired body to sleep.

He always gave you updates about every detail of his life. From the villains he captured, to some shenanigans with his buddies from high school. Rei, his mother, seemed to adore you the most out of all the family members — besides Shoto, of course. On one of the last moments you spent with him, he invited you to visit his mother at her new apartment after being released from the hospital. Upon seeing you, her whole face brightened as she beamed a smile and embraced you in her arms. Pinching your cheeks and commenting about how much you've grown since she'd last seen you, Rei was ecstatic. It had been many years since you witnessed her smile, and your heart warmed at the loving woman.

Lately, Rei has been scheduling friendly dates with you in an attempt to get to know you better. You felt a bit guilty for not contacting her while she was hospitalized, but she didn't seem to mind. She would always drop subtle hints about Shoto's affections for you; how his eyes would light up whenever she mentioned your name, how he loves to boast about you to others, or when he becomes saddened when thinking about the little time you two have spent together. To anyone, it seemed like she wanted you two to eventually date but you always brushed it off. Thinking it was her being overly friendly or sharing some light banter, you quickly ignored her ideas. The son of the number one hero could have anyone he wanted, why would he settle for you?

After finishing the preparations, your mother waited patiently by the front door. Occasionally checking her wristwatch while fidgeting anxiously, sometimes pacing back and forth throughout the room. There were only a couple minutes left before the time was nine o'clock. As you watched her, you decided to ask her how she was feeling.

"Is everything alright, Mom?" You asked as you sat only a few feet away from her in a nearby chair.

"Yes. I'm just happy to see an old friend again." Yet, as you examined her demeanor, it was quite clear that she was not 'happy'. In fact, she seemed to emit a sense of dread with her strained facial expression. You decided it was best not to question her too much. After wiping her sweaty palms and checking her watch, she ushers you to stand next to her by the door.

Soon, the ringing doorbell brings you out of your thoughts. Your mother exhales a tense sigh before unlocking the door. Your parents' former employer and close friend Endeavor, along with three of his children, greet your mother. She shyly bows and welcomes the family before stepping back to allow them inside. You can't hear some of the words exchanged between her and Enji, a bubbling excitement of seeing Shoto overpowers your senses. You courtly bow to their father who only responds with a few words of acknowledgment. He's dressed surprisingly formal for a friendly meeting, donning a navy blue suit and tie.

Looking back at the preparations, this had to be more than a light-hearted reunion of old friends. As you moved toward his children, your mother announces something to their father.

"Enji, I'd like to discuss something in a separate room." Your mother says, again fidgeting with her sweaty palms.

"Of course." Leading Enji to another room, your mother soon disappears and leaves you with the task of interacting with the siblings.

You try to give Natsuo and Fuyumi casual hugs after they've removed their coats and shoes. Fuyumi peppers your cheeks with sisterly kisses before handing you to Natsuo who eagerly wraps his arms around you and engulfs you in a strong hug. Lifting you off the ground and spinning before placing you on your feet. They soon maneuver to your living room, since they've both practically memorized the layout of your home; knowing the routine of your family like clockwork.

Next, you move to Shoto, failing to see his twitching brows and deadpan expression as he watches his overly affectionate siblings. You give him a big embrace which he eagerly returns. He chuckles to himself as you have to stand on the tips of your toes to hold him properly; he's grown so much since your last visit. "I've missed you so much..." you whisper into his chest. Pulling you tighter and nuzzling his face into the crook of your shoulder, he could feel his warm heart swell with happiness once having you in his arms again — he's missed your hugs.

He pats your head before letting his hand trail down your lower back, "I've missed you too." After whispering in your ear, he pulls you away, wanting to get a look of your beauty after all these years.

Shoto has been your best friend since you two were children. Always training together and even attending the same school for a brief period of time; you two were inseparable. Shortly after Enji became a hero, your parents began working under his agency. In fact, it was his father who proposed the idea of having you two practice with each other, to which your parents happily agreed. Although you're grateful for Enji's suggestion, the pain he caused Shoto was something you could never forgive him.

Vivid memories replay of Shoto being forced to endure brutal training until his poor body couldn't handle the pain anymore. He soon collapsed on the ground, vomiting up whatever bile was left in his stomach. Enji couldn't spare an ounce of compassion for the son he forcibly groomed into a hero, he left the room as if nothing happened. You rushed towards Shoto, cradling the boy in your arms and trying to keep him from going unconscious until aid arrived. Shoto doesn't remember too much from that day, only waking up in your arms after you nursed him back to health; the angel who saved him, what he thinks of you.

Making his cursed life tolerable with your presence. Your existence brought him peace of mind from that day forward. Drunk on a strange blossoming feeling that made his heart ache whenever you were gone. The years had been cruel to him and the sound of your voice could only do so much. Shoto has been thinking about this day, picturing it in his head before he dozes off to sleep.

Your father, one of the first of many sidekicks under his agency, had a fire quirk. One that easily surpassed Endeavor and could compete with Touya's. While your mother had a strong water quirk, although she was not a pro-hero under his agency and instead dealt with the paperwork. After they married, you weren't aware of this, but Enji was strongly encouraged to find someone with a similar quirk to your mother. Inevitably, he settled with Rei, ice that could compliment his fire.

Perhaps it was a competition to him, your father could've exceeded Enji. Having an ice quirk was no match for a water quirk. He must've known that his place as the number two hero could've been taken by your father — or anyone for that matter — and needed to have strong offspring to compete. Although he was overly excited with Shoto's quirk, once learning that you also had a very similar dual quirk, his joy soon dissipated; half-fire and half-water. Enji needed his legacy to live on and he could sense imminent failure for Shoto. Training together allowed him to observe you and mold his son to defeat you in the future, he thought.

Enji's dominant ways became a nuisance and within a few years of training with Shoto, you decided to abandon your hopes of becoming a hero. If it meant witnessing never-ending abuse and torment, you did not want to call yourself a hero. Although you were young, you were aware that no person could think of themselves as a 'hero' while inflicting pain on their family. You couldn't associate yourself with such a bad influence. That was something Shoto admired about you; never tolerating his father and uplifting him when he was weak.

You knew that Enji was trying to rekindle things with his broken family. Yet seeing the two of them act content with each other was shocking to you. Especially after hearing Shoto continuously demean his father on the phone, even on the night before this meeting.

"How is your father doing?" He asks once his arms are completely off of your body.

"Oh, he's been well. His health is improving, he's doing a lot better than before." Although you tried not to show your emotions, it was quite painful for you to talk about your father.

One year ago, your father was left bedridden after a fight with a villain. Ultimately leaving him unable to move and with some injuries that weakened his ability to use his quirk, forcing him into early retirement. Your mother quit her job as a secretary for Enji, claiming that she needed to spend more time at home with your father and take care of him. While you dealt with college, you weren’t able to dedicate time to help him.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to see you often since your father became ill.” Shoto apologizes while hanging his head low in pitiful shame. “I promise I’ll make it up in the future.” You gently caress his arm to reassure him.

“Don’t worry about that too much. Let’s focus on tonight, okay?”

“I suppose…"

Reaching for his hand, you usher him to your living room where Natsuo and Fuyumi have already made themselves comfortable. Walking in the stiff clothes your mother forced you to wear is proven to be quite difficult. The white garment flows past your thighs and stops at your ankles. You nearly trip in the tight shoes, making Shoto reach out and hold you before you embarrassingly fall. Although you've grown accustomed to joining your parents in certain arrangements, you've never worn clothing like this before as they are usually reserved for more special occasions. Pins and accessories poke your scalp uncomfortably. Your hairstyle makes you nauseous; an old-fashioned style that no one your age is still wearing. Of course, you weren't allowed to complain.

After meeting his siblings in the living room, you sit on the end of the sofa with them. Shoto eyes Natsuo, who is relaxing in a seat dangerously close and adjacent to you. His older brother seems to read his scowl perfectly, moving away to allow Shoto to forcibly sit next to you. Time seems to flow fast as the four of you chat about nonsense and random memories. During the whole conversation, Shoto's firm hand mysteriously finds its way to your lower back again — wrapping tighter once he felt Natsuo coming too close.

Before you could question him, your mother appears with Enji. Puffy, bloodshot eyes and a wet face ruin her perfectly done makeup. As you are about to inquire about her appearance, she begins to speak.

"Sorry for the delay. We've prepared some food for you all to enjoy, follow me." She turns towards the direction of the dining room with Enji trailing behind her. The siblings all raise to their feet and soon accompany your mother to the room.

"May I hold your hand?" Shoto, who is still close to you, inquires while peering down at you with a sharp gaze.

"Sure," Nodding before intertwining your figures with Shoto, you watch as he smirks brightly. Soon stepping in front of you and leading you towards the rest of the group.

The large dining room table is covered with different Japanese dishes, most you've never seen your mother make before. You could recall helping her cook some of them and the endless hours it took before you completed everything. While the family took their seat, with Enji sitting in your father's position at the head of the table, you try to choose a seat next to Fuyumi. Until Shoto courteously pulls out a chair beside him and stares at you with full expectation. Not wanting to deny his chivalrous acts, you thank him and sit.

During dinner, his older siblings gleefully engaged in another conversation about old times. Reminiscing over every detail and their plans for the future. Natsuo landed a job as a nurse practitioner only a few weeks ago while Fuyumi shared stories about her students. Enji and your mother were quiet, only interjecting when necessary. Your mother's plate seemed to stay full as time passed, only picking at the food. This was unlike her usual behavior at dinnertime. Shoto was the same, except happily eating and staying content with your presence beside him. Only a couple times would he speak, and his replies were short. You weren't fazed much, he was the type to only speak when spoken to or if he had a lingering thought in his head.

Before your time comes to an end, your mother excuses herself and travels to the kitchen. Lost in laughter, you and Fuyumi giggle as Natsuo recounts a particularly embarrassing moment from Shoto's childhood; you eagerly listened to the story as it was a rare moment that all the siblings spent time together. Only after you begin to relax do you notice a frown spread across Shoto's lips. You were dismissive. It was only playful teasing between brothers, right?

"I'm sorry for being busy." Shoto suddenly says after he's finished his last bite of food.

"It's fine, you don't have to keep apologizing. Look at the bright side, we're making memories now. We can always make more in the future." The future, he thinks. The only future he can think of is the one that always replays in his lovestruck mind. Smiling to himself, you assume he's already beginning to feel better.

Your mother emerges from the kitchen, placing a large plate of cold soba noodles in the center of the table — right in front of Shoto. Despite being full, he eagerly tries the noodles while the rest of his family waits for him to taste them first. After all, how could he reject his favorite dish? You helped your mother prepare the noodles after Fuyumi insisted on teaching you Shoto's favorite dish. She claimed it would be a nice welcome present for him after he was away for so long.

With every bite, his face lights up the more he consumes it. Soon, his siblings gladly take bites of the noodles as well while Enji and your mother watch.

"What do you think, Shoto? (Y/N) made it all by herself." Your mother announces loud enough to catch his attention and makes sure to enunciate her last sentence.

"W- Well, I was only following Fuyumi's instructions. She deserves all the credit." Trying to act humble didn't seem to work on his persistent sister. You could notice your mother making a face at your words.

"Nonsense!" Fuyumi chirps, catching you off-guard. "You're such a wonderful cook and Shoto loves it too. Right, Shoto?" Her head turns to her younger brother who has finished his plate of your noodles already.

"I do. You did a great job, (Y/N)." He nods along with his sister before softly grinning at you. "It tastes perfect,"

"See? He loves it! You made it the way he likes. Just for Shoto..." Behind her glasses, you could see her eyes darken as she finished speaking. Only for her to innocently smile at you before tasting your noodles and exclaiming more praises. "It's so delicious. Try some more, Natsuo!"

"O- Oh... Thank you, Fuyumi," You turn your head towards her younger brother. "And Shoto..."

As the two siblings initiate a conversation with your mother and Enji, you could notice Shoto begin to shift toward you. He reaches for your chopsticks before collecting some of the noodles between them. He calls your name and raises the food to your lips. As you take a bite, you smile up at Shoto who returns your gesture while watching you eat. Once you've finished chewing, he takes a napkin and dabs the corners of your mouth while gazing down lovingly.

The longer your night continued, the more heads grew tired. After dinner ended, Natsuo helped your mother clean and tidy the kitchen while Enji excused himself. Fuyumi followed him to the front door and urged Shoto to come with her; although, he seemed more agitated that he wouldn't have any alone time with you. The time is nearly eleven o'clock, and soon you start to wonder when they would return home. Enji announces that he is leaving for the night after his chauffeur hands Fuyumi, Shoto, and Natsuo small suitcases.

As the siblings talk, you grow more and more confused. They didn't seem too bothered by the ticking clock and stayed still as if they had no intention of leaving. Shoto's hand moves from your palm to your lower back; you've grown accustomed to his touchy gesture and you decide to ignore it.

"U- Um... Is your father coming back to take you guys home?" You ask but all the siblings, besides Shoto, stare up at you in a confused manner.

"No, we're staying over tonight. Didn't your mother tell you? It was her idea, she kept insisting." Before Natsuo could reveal too much, Shoto interrupts him.

"Natsuo, you-" He glares up at his older brother while you feel his fingers clench around your skin. The clicking of your mother's heels makes him pause his sentence.

"My apologies for the wait. The rooms are ready, right this way." Your mother motions for them to come with her. As she walks up the staircase, she begins to speak again. "There are two extra rooms. Fuyumi, you will take (Y/N)'s room for the night. Natsuo and Shoto can have the other two rooms."

You tried to fathom her directions, but they didn't make any sense. If there are two extra rooms, why would Fuyumi need yours? Couldn't Natsuo and Shoto share while Fuyumi has the other? Perhaps the brothers want their own space, you didn't mind being with Fuyumi anyways. But as your mother reaches the top of the staircase and opens the door to your room, you realize that you are mistaken.

Although your room maintains the same orientation, all of your personal items are missing. The essential products that you use almost every day are nowhere to be found. Most of your decorations have been removed, leaving the walls bare and empty. Any of your medication, skincare, and some other sentimental belongings are gone. Either changed or disappeared. but they were here when you woke up this morning. Almost as if your room was ransacked while you were busy.

Before you could ask, your mother leads Fuyumi into the room. She sets down her suitcase on the ground before making herself comfortable on your bed. Soon, your mother closes your bedroom door before taking Natsuo to his simple guest room next door. The older brother thanks your mother and locks his door as well.

She ushers Shoto to another spare guest room next to Natsuo. When opening the door to Shoto's room, you notice one unmistakable detail — there's only one bed. Logically, this meant you had to share a room with Fuyumi, right? Your mother wouldn't dare allow you to sleep in one bed with any of the brothers... right?

The room is decorated with a few potted plants, dim lamps, and a small desk area. You're reminded of his dorm room when he attended U.A a few years ago. Except, his futon is replaced with a king-size canopy bed. White and gold sheets cover the mattress while a see-through curtain drapes over the frames. Fluffy silk pillows entice your heavy eyelids.

"Shoto, this will be your room. Wait here and get comfortable, alright?" Shoto seems pleased with the scenery. He nods at your mother before entering and closing the door.

Turning away from your mother, you walk towards your room — or Fuyumi's room.

"Where do you think you're going?" Snapping your head around, you see your mother clenching her fists with an unreadable facial expression, but you could tell that she is angry.

"I'm sharing a room with Fuyumi... aren't I?"

"No." Harshly grabbing your wrists, she leads you to your walk-in wardrobe before shutting the door. You're too dazed to process everything, barely noticing where she has taken you until it's too late.

So, you're not sharing a room with Fuyumi. There was no way you were sharing one with Natsuo or Shoto. Perhaps you would sleep on the couch? Or in your parents' room? Although your father always hated letting you see him in such a weakened state. She forcibly removes your clothing and shoes off of your body and hastily throws them in a pile of clothes that covers the whole room. Your mother isn't usually this disorganized, and her disheveled state warns you that something is wrong. The pestering feeling that you've tried to ignore can no longer remain quiet.

"Where will I be sleeping?" You meekly ask as she finally finds the piece of clothing that she has spent the whole time searching for.

"In Shoto's room." She holds up a long cream-colored, sheer négligée to your body and imagines how the clothing would fit before slipping the thin fabric over your head.

As you stare in the mirror, you can't help but gasp. Thanks to your brassier and panties, most of your 'sensitive' areas are covered but your arms and legs are exposed to the unusually cold air. A state of panic ran through your veins. You were expected to sleep in Shoto's room wearing this. A room with only one bed. The worst possible outcomes began to fill your head, it sounded sick and nonsensical. Although he was your dear friend, you knew that your mother would never agree to do something like this.

"Isn't this a bit too revealing to wear around him?" You were met with an unwavering silence that caused your heart to beat faster in your chest. "Mom... you've been acting strange all day. Please just talk to me. This- This doesn't make any sense... Why are you doing this?"

"Why can't you just cooperate for once and stop asking questions?" A scowl forms across her face, slowly getting annoyed. Your lips press together, you want to trust your mother... but you can't.

As you scan her face through the mirror, you realize that she is hiding more than anger behind her emotions. Tears swell in your eyelids but you aren't sure why. Her actions couldn't soothe your never-ending anxiety. She begins working on your hair, removing the pins stuck between your strands before giving you a simplistic style. After finishing, she lightly sprays some sweet-smelling luxury perfume. Your mother seems nearly done with her odd preparations, you unclench your jaw and start to speak.

"I know you're stressed about something, you can tell me. You're not acting like yourself..." You begin to think she will ignore you again when she checks your attire once more. Until she responds.

"I'm fine. We will be fine. Go spend the night with Shoto, please... Just one night." A brief glance at her and she seems to be pleading with you as you hear the strange tone of her voice. "I will talk to you in the morning."

After looking over your clothes one last time, she forces you out of your underwear and into a lace fabric that leaves you even more anxious. Brewing with embarrassment, you realized that your mother wouldn't offer any comforting words to soothe you. Instead, she checks her wristwatch before furrowing her brows and releases a stressed sigh.

"It's time. Now, go to Shoto's room. Don't run off." She turns her back away from you before motioning you towards the exit. You grab a velvety thick robe and throw it over your shoulders before she could see and leave.

Her hands clasp over her mouth as she holds back pained cries. However, she couldn't stop tears from cascading down her cheeks. Praying to whichever God could hear her for forgiveness. Your mother is deeply sorry, she didn't want this to happen. She hopes you'll be more understanding and forgive her in the morning.

As your feet touch the mahogany flooring, you can’t stop the impending feeling of doom that courses through your veins. Sighing heavily, you contemplate dashing to your room to share it with Fuyumi despite your mother’s warning. Yet, you couldn’t dismiss the idea of his sister knowing why your mother seemed tense. The look Fuyumi gives you during dinner replays in your mind. Perhaps the whole family knew and you were the only one left in the dark. Your hand lingers on the doorknob of Shoto’s room, and you quickly suppress the idea of running away.

Unlocking the door, you tiptoe into the bedroom quietly. At first, you don’t notice him — the bed seemed tidy as if it hadn’t been touched. Gazing around the space, you see Shoto sitting at the small desk while scrolling through his phone. He stops and watches your frame enter the door, eyes widening once he takes in the sight of your attire. His clothes are changed now, a loose white t-shirt and long navy pajama pants.

“Please don’t stare… It’s a bit embarrassing,” Once you finally enter the room, you wrap the robe tighter around your clothes.

“Sorry, my apologies.” Shyly looking elsewhere, he refocuses on his phone again.

You quickly move to the end of the canopy bed, drawing back the sheer curtains before sitting on the plush sheets. Shoto is barely visible through the drapes but his phone light illuminates brightly in the dimly lit room. You were thankful for the fleece robe covering your shoulders and arms, the harsh cold air made goosebumps arise on your skin.

"So... How will we sleep?" Breaking the silence in the room, you ask him after a few minutes pass. Shoto shifts in his chair and the white light from his phone suddenly disappears but is replaced by a lamp.

"Are you nervous about sleeping in the same bed? We've been friends for so long, it won't be a problem for me." He says, you can see his head turn towards you through the curtain.

Normally, you wouldn't care too much about staying in the same room together. He was right, you two were close friends. Yet, as you glance down at your clothing and remember the words of your mother, the tension of the meeting is hard to dismiss.

"I guess I don't mind either but I still feel weird about it," Pausing for a few brief seconds, you release a sigh before continuing. "My mother has been acting strange today. Well, not just today... for the past week." As you speak, Shoto rises from the desk. He moves the curtain out of his path before sitting next to you on the bed. You don't notice his movements until a sharp coldness reaches your skin. "I just feel a bit uneasy, sorry..."

"Don't be," His fingers softly caress your arm, an act you always did to comfort him. "She's probably stressed about seeing my father again."

"I hope..." Your mother did mention being 'happy' about The Todoroki Family visiting. You want to believe his reassurance, but your gut feeling tells you otherwise.

The night seems to fly fast as the two of you talk for a while. Shoto seems more eager to initiate a conversation without worrying about the stress of his nosy siblings. He shares some details about his life after graduating from U.A., most of which you already knew. Immediately after becoming a Pro-Hero, he joined his father's agency and accompanies him on patrol. Most of his free time is spent resting at home during the night, usually when you two would call. On the days he didn't have any work, he would typically visit his mother with Fuyumi and Natsuo.

Various topics are brought up and soon the clock reaches midnight. Shoto seems to have some energy in him, and you decide to continue despite your drowsy eyes. He mentions that he's been feeling lonely because of the mountain of work that has been pushed upon him. Your smile and promises to share your time with him are meaningless to him. He knows, one way or another, you will live up to your words.

"Don't you have someone special in your life?" Your ears perk up as you await his response to the question. Shoto's eyes trail off in the distance as he searches for an answer.

"I do..." He mumbles quietly, initially thinking that you haven't heard him until you happily congratulate him.

"Really? Who is it? Is it someone I know?" Throwing questions at him only made Shoto's smile widen across his lips.

"Don't worry. I'll tell you in the morning," Before you could protest, he speaks again. "And you?"

"Oh... I'm not in a relationship right now." Feeling his heart skip a beat at your response, a weight lifts off of his shoulders... briefly. "But, there is someone that I'm talking to." His amiable demeanor seems to shift as he listens, eyes piercing your frame. "What's wrong..?"

"Nothing... Who is it?"

"You know him, it's Bakugou." Of course Shoto knows who he is. They were once classmates and soon began working at his father's agency together.

"I do, we work together on occasion." His fingers nervously tap against his thigh, trying to release whatever pent-up stress is building in his system. "How long have you been talking to him?"

"Only for a couple weeks. He works at Endeavor's agency, right?" Shoto gives you a small nod to answer your question. "Actually, the first time I met him, I stopped by Musutafu to look for you but he said you were on patrol with your father. We talked for a bit... and got to know each other." A warm heat spread across your face as you felt the temperature of the room begin to rise.

"I see..." Shoto uttered yet a sharp pain in his chest made it difficult for him to speak. He made sure to ask your mother beforehand if you had any other suitors, to which she strongly denied. "Have you two..?

"Have we..?" He peers up at you, hoping that you understood his implication. "Oh, we haven't kissed... or done anything else. I mean I've been too busy with college to be in a relationship." You tried to excuse yourself past the embarrassing situation, but Shoto seemed at ease with your responses.

"I understand. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." He apologizes as you move to rest your back against a pillow on the bed's headboard.

"It's fine. I don't usually visit too often, just when I'm passing through..." You go on to tell him about the small dates you would arrange with Bakugou during his breaks.

Making him and the other sidekicks bento boxes for lunch, on the same days when Shoto was away. Practically boasting about the trinkets and presents he gifts you, saying that he was reminded of you when buying them. On days when he was free, Bakugou would invite you over to his apartment to cook with him and show some new recipes he was currently trying to perfect.

As Shoto listens to you gushing over his coworker, a spark of anger consumes his entire spirit. Neither Bakugou nor any of the sidekicks he was acquaintances with mentioned you; listening to you ramble about the time you spent with them had shocked him. How did you even manage to befriend Bakugou?

Although his poor temper gradually improved over the years, he wasn't the easiest to approach. This wasn't right, it didn't make any sense. Shoto thought he had done everything to keep a watchful eye over you despite being so far away, only for you to be right under his nose. His temperamental 'friend' wasn't worthy of you, he should be the one in Bakugou's place.

The slow approach he decided to take wasn't successful, someone captured your heart — the place he comfortably resided for many years — and he wouldn't allow himself to be dethroned.

A flicker of flames in the dim room makes your rambling end, you watch as Shoto stares off in the room with his head looking away.

"Are you okay..?" You inquire while watching some of the flames nearly burn through his clothing.

"No, I'm not." His fists clench together before releasing as his body seems to relax briefly.

"What's wrong?"

"Bakugou isn't the type of person you should be dating." Suddenly, his gaze shifts to you with a serious, deadpan expression.

"What do you mean? If you're talking about his anger, it's not an issue. He's been really kind to me."

"No, no... That's not what I mean." Shoto inhales sharply and closes his eyes for a brief moment. "I'm telling you this because you are my closest friend and I deeply care about you," You watch him intently and prepare for his response. "But I've seen other girls at the office with him. Some old classmates, a few sidekicks. He's always flirting with them. Trust me, he brings a new girl over every week."

His entire statement is nothing but lies. The gullible expression on your face tells him that you believed his dishonesty. There was no reason for him to make up stories, you thought. Bakugou isn't 'close' to any of the other sidekicks, at least to his knowledge, Shoto has been the only one he considered a friend. His classmates have visited their agency, but only for work-related business.

Bakugou never mentioned seeing someone, never said your name, or showed you off. So when Shoto heard his name leave your lips, he was obviously shocked. He didn't care too much, Bakugou would never be considered his 'friend' or 'colleague' anymore — it was time for him to be disposed of.

"But... But if that's true, why didn't Moe or the others say anything?" Your features changed from a look of disbelief to pain and denial in a matter of seconds. Shoto truly felt bad, he really did. Yet, he knows you'll feel better in the morning. Call him sadistic, but watching your heartbreak turned him on. He would replace your sadness and bring never-ending joy.

"Knowing the type of person my father is, it's inevitable that his employees would be the same." Perhaps that wasn't valid for the other sidekicks, excluding Shoto.

He was truly elated seeing you become more and more distraught. This was his intention; play with your emotions, leave you fragile and ready to accept him. He didn't mind having to exploit the evil of his father knowing that you disliked Enji as much as he did. Your lips and eyes began to droop, forming a visible frown. Maybe because it was your first petty heartbreak, that's why it felt so bad. You always told yourself that you could overcome meaningless relationships, but the smiles you shared with everyone seemed to hurt the most. It was nothing but a facade and a waste of your time.

"I feel like an idiot..." A few teardrops escaped your eyes and trickled past your cheeks. God, why are you such a crybaby?

His warm side of his body pulls you in closer and embraces you in a smoldering hug. Shoto wasn't exceptionally affectionate, but he hated seeing you cry — especially over other people. He tried to hush your soft sniffles, you were quite pathetic to become emotional over Bakugou since you two weren't even dating. Unless there was something else you didn't share.

"It's okay... It's okay. You don't need someone like him. He wouldn't have treated you right." Your head nuzzles in the crock of your shoulder as the heat from his body washes over you.

As you begin to stop, he peels away from you before gently placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. The salty liquid coats his tongue as you melt into his touch, assuming it was only platonic affection. Of course, it wasn't. The feeling of your skin against his lips sparked something inside of him that he had been waiting patiently for so long. Wanting to be bold and explore further, Shoto trails his light pecks down to the tip of your nose and hovers over your lips. Once you feel him trying to steal a kiss, you push yourself away.

"Sorry, you must be overwhelmed." He removes his arms from your sides, watching as you nod and accept his apology.

The room soon quiets down and the air begins to fill with warmth. Yet, you begin to miss the feeling of his body against yours. Shoto lifts himself off of the bed and disappears to the desk he was originally seated in. You can hear the tapping of plates and metal and soon Shoto appears by your side of the bed. Pushing the curtain away, he reveals a tray of light food in his hands.

"What are these for?" You ask, but he only offers a vague answer.

"In case you become hungry or thirsty. I'll sit by the desk to give you some privacy." He places the tray on your lap before moving back to the desk.

"Oh, thank you."

Shoto takes his phone out of his pocket and begins scrolling aimlessly again. You can see the white light through the sheer drapes, and for a brief second, you wonder what Shoto is busy doing. His fingers dance across the screen, frantically texting his father that he wants Bakugou to be fired by the morning. Speaking of the hothead, your mind runs across him once more. It's still hard to believe Shoto since Bakugou seemed so genuine. Alas, you've only known him for a short time and it is hard to trust someone fully.

You'll talk to Bakugou when you wake up.

While you think about what tomorrow has to offer, you start to feel a strange need to drink. The room starts to fill with immense heat; although half of your body can handle it, thanks to your fire quirk, the other half becomes unbearable. When did it get so hot? The robe on your shoulders starts to feel uncomfortable on your now sticky skin. You remove the clothing from your body, not caring that Shoto would see your lingerie if he was close. For now, you need to cool down. If only he was beside you...

Your eyes peer down at the tray: one glass of water, a cluster of grapes, one pomegranate sliced in half, and a whole apple.

Reaching for the glass, you bring it to your lips and sip all of the liquid. The cup gives you relief from the heat; inside are a few jagged ice cubes. Taking one in your mouth, you finally begin to relax again. When you finish, you place the glass on the tray and scan the contents again. A wave of hunger urges you to eat something, anything, on the plate. You choose the pomegranate, plucking some seeds from the inside before eating them.

Unbeknownst to you, Shoto's eyes have been on your frame since the moment he heard your body shift on the mattress. Smiling to himself once he sees you consume the food he's gifted you. He places his phone down on the desk and rises from his chair.

Before you could finish the fruit, you sense Shoto's presence near the bed. You look up but it's too late, an icy cold grip on your wrist halts your movements. As you stare up at him visibly confused and dazed, he says in a low hushed tone:

"You stole from me, so it's only fair if I take something from you."

"Take something from me? What do you mean..?" You ask, yet he only responds by leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours.

This time, his hand restrains your neck and coaxes you closer to his body — making it difficult to reject him. The familiar flavor of pomegranate coats your taste buds as you feel his tongue slip inside your parted lips. His teeth nip at your flesh until it becomes swollen and a strange metallic sensation mixes on your tongue.

You feel the tray moving on your lap until it's placed elsewhere in the room. Your hands instinctively move to his shoulders as if trying to keep a predator at bay. Shoto's arms envelop your torso, further deepening the kiss until he feels your nerves relax under him. Grazing his tongue across your lips, he soon kneels on an open space in the mattress.

Submitting to his touches, your hands soon trail down to his chest until a hard, rhythmic pulsing of his heartbeat throbs in your palm. The overjoyed hero's body became restless as he felt your contact with his skin; he'd been waiting for this moment for as long as he could remember. To share a kiss with you, his first and he hoped yours as well.

Separating his body with yours, his arms untangled from your body as he placed light kisses along the underside of your jaw to your neck. Ignoring the light hums and soft noises you made from his actions, Shoto's fingers clawed at your flimsy sleepwear that would surely tear off if he wasn't careful. His head nestled atop your shoulder, breathing in your scent and silently cursing your mother for dousing you in nauseating perfume.

"Shoto..." You mewled out weakly as his face presses further against your skin.

"Sorry," He mumbles in a quiet whisper. "I just couldn't hold back anymore..." Sitting in an empty space beside you on the bed, Shoto is reluctant to remove you from his hold as if he is afraid you will flee.

His fingernails stab sharply into the fabric of your clothing and nearly scrape into your flesh. Then, his breathing becomes rigged as he murmurs a few incoherent words. It takes a few minutes for you to understand; the words slipping out of his mouth are endless apologies. Before you could inquire about what was wrong — you weren't angry with his overly affectionate demeanor, only confused — he raises his head, now quiet as his lips tremble as he tries to form some words in his head.

"This isn't the way I wanted it to happen, I was hoping to court you first." You feel a burning sensation on your cheeks, as you peer up at him you notice some flames blazing from the red burn on his eye. Shoto faces you now, however his stare is cast down to your hands which he soon intertwines with his own. "But... I was too late. Now, you're thinking about him, not me... Is there something wrong with me?"

"W- What..? No, Shoto, I think you should calm down." His grip on your hands doesn't falter, instead tightening. A hot tingle from one of his hands engulfs yours, so painful that you're sure it will leave a scar if he doesn't move. "Y- You're hurting me..."

Upon seeing the flash of heat on your hand, he flinches away and begs for your forgiveness. He soothes your pain with his ice and pulls away once you're calm.

"Am I not worthy?" As you try to remind him of his value and deny his acts of low confidence, he stays unfazed. "Then, why haven't you noticed? Do you not think of me the same way?"

"Noticed... what?"

"My love for you, but I suppose you've never felt the same way." It would be a lie for you to claim that you haven't experienced a romantic attraction to him... somehow, you've forgotten after the years passed. "It's my fault, I should've been more direct." He brings your wounded hand to his lips before kissing at the marks. "I've always felt this way since you saved me. We were made for each other, don't you see? I've been gone for too long, perhaps you've just forgotten, right? Let's make up for all our lost time..."

Before you could fully comprehend his words, Shoto's hands move to your shoulders and knead into your muscles; soothing your strained body in order to get you to relax. As some time passes, you begin to slip away into his touch as your head becomes heavy and fills with fog. He releases a pleasing hum, thinking to himself that the profession of his undying love finally swayed your heart — that was not the case. The more you calmed, the further his hands would dip into untouched territory on your body as you succumbed to his caresses.

His knees cage either side of your body as he hovers above you, pressing firmly into cushioning. His warm breath tickles the hairs of your neck, sprouting goosebumps throughout your skin. He stops his hands over your chest to feel your rapidly beating heart; the rhythm nearly matches his own. Whatever ounce of cowardice or fear leaves his tainted spirit. Shoto is certain that now is a perfect time; everything he'd ever wanted was coming true, and the option to retreat is gone. Unfortunately, you are forced to comply with the same sentiments.

Swiftly maneuvering his hands to the hem of your nightwear, Shoto easily peels the fabric off of your body. Coaxing you upwards, he lifts the garment over your arms and head before neatly discarding it elsewhere in the room. His palms tenderly squish the flesh covered by your bra while you instinctively hold onto his wrists. His eyes lovingly glimmer with a look of pure adoration; Shoto takes his time, slowly basking in the feeling of your body in his hands. Your hold on him loosens with every timid touch he gives you.

He leans forward, pressing another breathtaking kiss to silence any protests, which are now nonexistent. The thought of pushing him away is buried by the sense of desperation that emits from his hold and his kiss. His fingers travel behind your back and play with your brassier before unclasping it. Hooking his fingers over your lace panties, both undergarments soon disappear to an unknown location in the room. As you lay bare and exposed to the fluctuating temperatures of the room, he raises himself off the mattress and positions himself behind you with your back resting on his chest.

Stroking your plush thighs, he chuckles after he hears you gasp when his hands graze too close to your opening. His thumb circles around your clit as his other hand travels to your bust and fits perfectly around one, caressing your pebbled skin and teasing your bud. Shoto rests his head perfectly on your shoulder until your cheeks are pressing closely together. You can't see him — too focused on the movement of his arms — but he intently watches your body writhe. Your legs threaten to close once you feel him stroke your hood.

"You know... I've never done something like this before," He barely breathes out as his voice makes a chill run down your spine. There's something in the tone of his voice that sounds abnormal. "You're doing so well..."

Your fingers dig sharply into Shoto's hands, leaving indents in his skin as his thumb meets your sex at an agonizingly slow pace. He seemed to take pleasure in it as you could hear the echo of his soft laughter directly in one of your ears when you became too frustrated.

"Sho... Sho- Can you... faster, please?" Your slurred speech and submissive behavior would have been embarrassing if you were in the right state of mind, but alas that was not the case.

"Hmm? You want me to move faster..?" Upon hearing your hum of approval, he deepens his press against your clit. Partially lifting your hood and exposing your swollen nub to the air. Smiling against your skin, he says, "You're so perfect, just for me... mine."

His middle finger ghosts around your folds, and your core trembles practically begging for him to enter and offer some relief. An immense heat erupts from your body despite none of your quirks being in use. Although Shoto's body is warm, it provides you comfort. There's a need for you to be next to him, to touch him. Your fire quirk is not active, but you feel like you're burning. A small glance around the room and you see no flames erupting from his left side. Your hands raise from his wrists and slide up his arms to push your body closer against him.

Teasing your unnaturally wet slick, Shoto thanks himself for slipping an aphrodisiac inside of the water. Parting your folds with his index and ring fingers, he sinks his middle inside your warm walls soon groaning as they clench around him. "so wet for me, only me. never for anyone else..." He wishes he could feel you tightening on his cock. Unfortunately, you haven't noticed it stiffening behind you. His finger nudges upwards into a gummy section of your walls, eagerly exploring inside.

He leaves kisses and small nips across your nape. Harshly sucking and sinking his teeth into your skin that your mother would surely question you about in the morning. His fingers pump in and out of you; the rhythm is erratic before he nestles in a region of your walls that you seem to enjoy. Stretching you out as much as his thick fingers can, he reaches deeper inside with each thrust. As he grazes across a sensitive area, your feet bury into the duvet.

Trying to swallow your moans proved to be pointless, expletives and slurred mewls of pleasure begin to echo through the walls; a symphony to Shoto's ears but a nuisance to the others inside. One of his hands trails to your exposed breasts. He sharply exhales at the flesh in his palm, tugging on your sensitive bud. Your eyes screw shut when Shoto's thumb rolls across your sensitive clit again, drawing your body nearer to a release. His hand soon moves from your chest to your throat.

Squeezing lightly against your veins until you start to feel dizzy, he pulls you even closer to him and whispers, "call me yours" "say you'll never leave me" "tell me you love me" "say it" "just say it... please". Shoto starts chanting more demands in your ear, hoping in your disoriented state you would listen — even if it was just for tonight. However, he can't perform miracles and his use of power could only take him so far. He released his hold as your lungs began to fill with air again. His fingers move to tightly gasp your chin.

"Sho- Shoto... I..." You stutter before pausing at a sudden pool of warmth rushing to your lower tummy. You want to answer him truthfully, but the new sensation of pleasure on your bottom half overtakes you — or maybe that is what you try to convince yourself.

Feeling your walls begin to spasm, Shoto senses that you're close. A pool of your wetness begins to leak into the duvet and stain the sheets. As your core pulses and contracts around his fingers, you grasp onto his arms. You try to urge him deeper, getting lost in the sensation before you feel him pull away. His finger slips out easily and his thumb disconnects from your clit, denying your climax. A wave of pleasure washes over you as you spasm in his arms even more aroused than before, but it soon fades with his fingers gone.

"Why couldn't you answer?" He surprisingly asks as if the hand locked on your throat gave you any chance to replay. "Do you dislike me that much? Am I so repulsive?" You always knew his esteem was low after he was burned, but you assumed he overcame it. When you try to deny his insecurities, your words are unintelligible with your rapid breathing. He looks away before responding, "Nevermind."

Shoto raises your body and moves from behind you. His demeanor seems agitated, but no less determined than before. He was certain that he would walk out of the room knowing that you adored him the same way he did. It wasn't in his plan to go this far, yet the restless feeling in his chest wouldn't dissipate. You rested backward on the bed, unable to support yourself after sitting up for so long. He peels his clothing from his body revealing his well-toned and sculpted frame from years of hard work.

He kneels on the bed again but this time between your legs. He leans forward until he's eye-level with your pussy after straightening your waist. The first time he's seen your body so perfect and on display for him. Internally, he congratulates himself for saving your climax until now; a taste is better instead, he thinks.

His lips attach to your inner thighs as he kisses and leaves blue and purple marks against your skin. The pads of his fingers massage your flesh, occasionally making it tremble weakly in his palms. Every sensation that touches your body makes you crave Shoto more, you're certain that it is purely from arousal and not romantic emotions. It was obvious to you what he wanted by now.

His hot breath tingles your heat, smirking when he sees your slit spasm. Disappearing between your thighs, you feel him do kitten licks on your pearl before flattening his tongue and doing a long lap at your folds. Unable to hold back his pure excitement, he collects your essence on his wet muscle, so eager for a taste. A sting of your wetness and his saliva connect before breaking as he pulls away. Swirling his tongue on your clit, Shoto darts across your bud a few times before savoring whatever oozes out of you.

Noises inside the room are nothing but pure filth, you pray that no one can hear. His head peaks up to see your expression of pure ecstasy and bliss. When you lock eyes with him, you notice his chin and lips stained with a clear mixture of your juices. Tangling your fingers in his hair, your hand nudges him deeper towards his entrance to chase after a release as heat travels down below your tummy.

He focuses on your bud; sucking at the sex and repeating once he feels your fingers tug and scratch his scalp. Another thick finger soon enters again making your walls contract. As your back arches off the bed and your toes curl around themselves, heat emits from your body; expletives and moans leave your throat. You no longer cared about his family hearing, it was surely too late now.

His hands press your hips further into the mattress, trying to keep your shifting body still. Soon, a gush of your release leaks onto his tongue as he eagerly catches every drop; unwinding and finishing on Shoto's face. His lips glisten with clear sticky liquid as he helps you ride out your orgasm. While you pant and steadily lose your grip on his hair, he presses further into your mound and licks your slick clean.

Shoto pulls away from your lower half while you watch as he raises himself proudly. Peering down at you and grinning to himself, obviously happy that he could make you orgasm. He repositions his hips between your legs, easily parting your tired and numb thighs. You haven't caught a good look at his length but when you glimpse down, you see it. It's so pretty. Perfectly trimmed half-white and half-red hair and it seemed well-groomed for the occasion. Of course, this was all a planned meeting.

When he notices you staring, a pink blush spreads across his cheeks and ears. Shoto doesn't think it's much but you believe otherwise. Unsure what to do with your hands, you rest them over your heart until they are near to your face and chin. His tip glides over your opening, prodding over your hole gently and holding your waist as he starts to sink in.

His cock buries deep inside your cunt, swallowing him whole inch by inch. Cries of pain ring in Shoto's ears as his girth stretches you apart. Your eyes clench shut for a second and when they reopen his face is only a few inches away from yours. His hands hook under both of your legs, pushing them close to your chest while whispering something about how it will feel better this way. His eyes are filled with lust, twinkling before colliding his lips with yours. A taste of your essence still remains on his tongue. Trying to soothe your cries, he muffles them with his passionate kisses.

Slowly, he finally bottoms out of your warm region; only pulling away from your lips when you tighten around him. Your eyes close once again as you try to find subtle acts to suppress the pain. Shoto doesn't seem to approve of this, though.

"Darling, couples should look in the eye when they make love to each other..." Icy fingers wrap around your chin and forcefully tilt your chin until he is the only thing in your view. His eyes glisten with pure adoration while yours are unreadable. Perhaps it was the opposite — fear or disdain.

You aren't sure. Shoto, however, convinces himself that you have the same affections. The euphoric state of pleasure he's in from being with you clouds his mind. Couples? You want to question him but his hold on your jaw is tight and unwavering. It locks your mouth in place until you can lightly mumble one word...

"Shoto..."

He shushes you and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck as he fills you completely. A deep sensation of pressure along your walls brings you nothing but discomfort. Soon raising his hips, his cock glides out of your slick-covered core as he thrusts gently. Massaging your walls, as his tip rubs along a sensitive spot a small feeling of pleasure comes — lackluster compared to the girth of his cock. It was much bigger than most you've seen or encountered in your life; you haven't seen it, but you're sure it's one of the few things he's inherited from his father.

As you wince in pain, he says, "i'll try and go easy..." It's clear and audible but spoken behind gritted teeth and nearly slurred like he's holding his composure. You needed to be molded perfectly, fitting in his arms like a lost piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Just for him. Just for the first night, at least.

He starts at a gentle, slow pace. Each thrust brings a gradual and deeper feeling of bliss that diminishes your initial discomfort. The grunts and low moans he makes directly in your ear coaxes you into enjoying. For a moment, you forget about your lack of consent to this. You envelop him so perfectly that it's hard for Shoto to hold back as he begins to hasten and deepen his sloppy thrusts inside your pussy. His arms wrap around your body, bringing you closer to him until your chests are pressing directly on each other.

"Squeezin' me so fuckin' tight, princess..." A tone that sounds nothing like the Shoto you know. But then again, he seems so pussy-drunk, you aren't sure anymore.

As his pace becomes more frantic and desperate to release his own essence, you feel a familiar coil in your heart threaten to loosen. Your nails dig and claw at Shoto's back; you miss seeing his elated expression just out of the corner of your eye. You've finally marked him too and claimed him as yours, he thinks. His hips roll against your spot once more, making you moan and utter, "oh- fuck, sho- m' gonna..!"

"Let it out for me, don't hold back" His eyes never leave your face, waiting and watching patiently. "you wanna cum on my cock, don't you?" "jus' mine, only for me..." "you love my cock, you do...'

Nodding and responding with a muffled and pitched hum, "mm..!" You've succumbed to his wishes tonight.

"Say it, you love me..."

"I... I love you, Shoto." Staring up at you with full expectation, there wasn't any possible way for you to avoid him.

Pleased with your response, he returns with newfound vigor. Hungry lust for more is evident with his energetic thrusts; rutting deep and knocking the steel bedframe into the wall. Trailing his hand down to your clit, he massages the swollen bud until your walls flutter around and a warm gush of clear liquid covers his shaft. Panting into his skin, you suck him deeper into your entrance as Shoto savors the feeling and hopes for more.

He doesn't slow down, not even after you've calmed down from your high. Instead gripping your chin and forcing you to stare at him again. His eyes are now glowing differently than before as an eerie smile creeps across his lips. He's so happy to hear you say the words he's been waiting for since the start of the night. You were right before, this isn't the Shoto you know. The one you trained with, the one you spent your entire childhood with. The glimmer in his eyes soon turns dark and lovestruck as if you're the only being of importance.

"You... love me? You do... You do..." He chants more nonsensical words again but you're unable to pay attention with the overstimulation giving you too much pleasure after your high. "You do... Mine. My other half..." His speech nearly matches the rhythm of his thrusts, frantic and needy. Trying to speak does you no good; he can't hear you over his own voice, anyways.

Repeating his words in a sinister fashion as if he's doing some sort of ritual. His giddy voice sounds as if he's excited that you've reciprocated his love, finally. Shoto bites down on your neck until a metallic taste coats his tongue. Grunting loudly before his muscles seize up and his hot breath tickles your neck with his heavy panting. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he paints your walls white and spills his seed deep inside. He stays resting on top of your chest for a couple minutes to make sure nothing leaks out.

"You're always so good to me, (Y/N)... You've always loved me when no one else has." He says through his exhales. "I was a little rough," Finally, he sees the marks and bites scattered across your skin. "I'm sorry, I got desperate but I'm happy you can listen to me now."

As he pulls out, some cum leaks between your folds. He collects it with his finger and pushes it deep inside your heat. Shoto tries showing his finger covered in white essence to you, "look, this means we're united forever... no matter what happens, we'll always be together, won't we? you won't leave me... right?"

Your lack of response makes him brim with anxiety but when he looks at you, he sees how exhausted you are. Your head is tilted to the side as your eyes threaten to close. Soon, your breathing becomes steady and your hold on his body weakens. Shoto moves off of you until he lays to your side, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck as you drift off to sleep.

"I guess it's wearing off... you'll be asleep for a while." He whispers while clinging to your body. "I wanted to talk about the future, our future. But I'll have to wait until the morning..." The soft sounds of your snoring soon echo through the walls. "Good night, my love."

Chirping birds at the crack of dawn. Orange-purple hues paint the sky's blank canvas. Finally, it's morning. You would've seen each of these scenic treasures if you waked up earlier. Instead, as if you didn't have a care in the world, you slept in. Far past the times you usually wake up when dealing with college. Shifting peacefully under the bed's white duvet, your body easily nestled into the soft cushion. You didn't want to wake up, at least not right now. It wasn't until the morning sunshine bled through the curtains and brightened the entire room, you didn't have a choice now.

Your arms felt around the space next to you only to discover that there was nobody there. As you lift your heavy eyelids, you realize that Shoto was missing; only an imprint of his body remained in the sheets. Trying to move only brought severe pains throughout your body: your arms, legs, neck, head, and in between your thighs. You didn't forget the events of the previous night, how could you? Each mark on your body was a reminder of that.

Sitting up in the bed, you tried looking for your phone but it was nowhere to be found. Did you even bring it with you when you stayed in the room with Shoto? You hadn't used it the entire evening. It was left somewhere in your room, but you had not seen it when your mother brought Fuyumi into your room. Perhaps one of them knew its location. You planned on calling Bakugou to ask him about the other 'girls' Shoto said he was messing with but you soon decide to do it later.

A nearby digital clock atop the dresser presents the time; it is nearly eleven in the morning. It was quite unusual for you to sleep so long since you've been waking up early for college. A head-splitting migraine brings you out of your thoughts, compared to last night you finally feel normal again but with pains in your body. Next to the clock is a note and clothing. You walk to the dress and hold the piece of paper to read it closely:

'Please get dressed with these and meet us in the living room.' Written neatly in Shoto's handwriting.

Under the note is a pair of wide-legged pants and a crisply ironed blouse. You get dressed in the clothes provided, not thinking too much about why they are here. You're only grateful that you don't have to wear flimsy lingerie. Before you leave the room, you check yourself in the mirror. You try desperately to cover or conceal any of the bruises left on your body and tidy up your appearance.

When you finally exit, you see Natsuo leaving his room with his belongings, ready to depart. He looks up and sees you, smiling widely before approaching you in a friendly demeanor.

"Good morning, Natsuo." You say, finally acknowledging him. He responds with the same greeting before continuing.

"We missed you during breakfast." Ah, you were sleeping for that long. "Shoto said you were really tired last night when I asked him."

"Yeah... I guess." You try not to do anything awkward but soon your face heats up as your face makes a guilty expression. "So... How did you sleep last night?" He chuckles to himself and seems to turn red.

"I slept fine, but... You and Shoto... Made a little too much noise." As if your morning couldn't get any more embarrassing. Natsuo's eyes shift to exposed marks on your skin.

"I'm so, so sorry..! I didn't mean- We didn't mean to disturb you..!"

"It's fine, really. You two are newlyweds now and it was your first night together, right? You guys really couldn't wait, huh?" Wait... newlyweds? Maybe you misheard, or it was some old-fashioned way of saying you were dating Shoto. You didn't want to think that, but then again, friends don't do things like that and keep the same platonic feels. "It's getting late, everyone is leaving soon." He checks the time on his phone before lifting his things. "The family is waiting for you downstairs. I can walk you to them if you'd like."

You shyly nod, not wanting to seem rude. As you and Natsuo walk down the staircase, you can hear the chatter of people in the living room. You can recognize your mother's voice amongst the sound. Natsuo reveals that Fuyumi is waiting outside, but he thinks it's best if you meet Shoto first. When you reach the end of the stairs, you see your mother, Enji, and Shoto nearby in the living room.

"I have to get going, but I'll see you soon." He smiles brightly at you and waves before heading for the front door.

Turning your head, you see the three of them sitting on the couch. Various papers cover the large coffee table and Enji writes his signature on one of the papers. Shoto is given the pen from him and begins to sign on another free space, just under his father. Other signatures are written on the page. As you approach, your mother notices you and quickly stands. The two men seem alerted by her sudden movements and halt.

Shoto and his father watch as she pulls you out of the room and down the hall, away from everyone.

"Why is Enji here?" You ask your mother, hoping that she doesn't ignore your questions for once. Of course, you're wrong. But this time she reaches out to clasp your hands tightly. You try to move past her and walk back into the living room; something isn't right. She blocks your view.

"Look at me." When you do, you notice her glossy eyes and trembling hands. Her grip is tight but every few seconds it seems to loosen as her lips quiver in a frown. "I'm sorry, I wish I could've told you sooner... I wanted to but your father didn't think it would be a good idea."

"You... You spoke to him? When?" Your father always hated letting you see him in his ill state. He always avoided you, limiting himself to their bedroom and only leaving when you were away. Your mother takes a deep breath and continues.

"That's not important. From now on, you will be living with Shoto and his family..."

"I- I don't understand. Why am I staying with them? I can't... I want to stay with you and Dad." Then, as if the gears in your mind finally start working, you realize. "Is that the reason why you brought them over? You did all this work to the house just to impress them? And then make me live with them?"

You were partially correct. This wasn't to impress the patriarch or any of his older children. This was for the youngest, who demanded everything to be perfect for this day. He chose this design, it was based on the home he prepared for you two to live in. Perhaps Shoto thought it was kind to let you experience your new life for one night rather than to throw you in blind. Remove all of your sentimental value from this measly home until it was unrecognizable, the only thing to conquer next was your parents. The torture from knowing your home was now a reminder of your absence seemed painful enough.

"Yes, it is. Recently, it's been hard for us to manage his medical bills. Nobody here is working, it was getting harder each day and his condition has been worsening for the past few months." If it was money, you could've found a job somewhere. It wouldn't be much but it would have helped.

"But... What does that have to do with me moving?"

"Please, forgive me. Don't be angry, okay? This isn't punishment." She waits for your hesitant nod and speaks again. "Shoto must've heard about your father's illness from someone close. I'm not sure, I've never told anyone. He offered to convince Enji to help financially. They'll cover the hospital bills and transfer your father to a better doctor. Except, for an exchange, your hand in marriage."

The rest of your mother's words seem to fade out of your ears. No, you didn't want to believe it but it all seemed to make sense. She knew, every passing day you spent in this house. She knew, but she never said anything. Instead choosing to ignore you out of fear you would run. She knew last night and chose to keep her mouth shut. That was why she was a hollow shell during dinner last night and her face contorted in disgust and guilt whenever you were alone. You couldn't find any sympathy for her left; at the end of the day, she probably only saw a price tag attached to you.

"You feel betrayed, I know..." She could sense rage emitting off of your body with your silence. Of course, there was no need for this situation to happen. "But I didn't know what to do. I was lost and confused, I only agreed because I thought it was the best thing for our family. You can understand that, right? They aren't bad people, you get along with them well. It's for the best."

"No, I don't understand." You swiftly pull your hands out of your mother's grasp and take a few steps back from the woman. "You could've spoken to me before deciding, but you chose not to. You've already decided that I'm not a member of this family anymore."

You turn your back towards your mother and begin to walk towards the exit. She tries to frantically call your name but you continue.

"I can find the money and I know Dad still has more left from all of his hero work." Your chest tightens before erupting in severe pain, but you decide to ignore it. "I'm not leaving. I'm not signing any papers. I'm not marrying anyone. I'm going outside for some fresh air. When I get back, I need all of them out of our house."

A freezing, numb sensation travels from your feet up to your calves. Your movements are slow before stopping completely, frozen in place. When you look up, you see him. Speaking of the devil. Coming towards you with an agitated expression, nearly freezing your mother who tries to intervene. You try to melt through the ice using your fire but burn part of your clothes. It's too late, anyways.

When you finally free your legs, he stands right in front of you. Your mother flees to a space nearby, too intimidated to confront him.

"Whether you want to come is not up for debate. Your mother has signed on your behalf." He says harshly, an undeniable chill runs up your spine from his presence. "Our family has connections, you do know that. No one will question the validity of your signature. Don't be difficult."

"How do you expect me not to be when you've paid off my own mother?" You say before trying to leave again, nearly slipping on his ice. His hand wraps around your forearm, he uses all of his strength and almost breaks your bone.

"You said it yourself, this isn't your family anymore." Shoto has waited far too long, he won't give up now. "You still love your father, don't you? Of course, you do. Should your dying father suffer because of your selfishness? Or be saved? It's your decision, but this isn't about you."

You look at your mother who silently pleads for you to follow Shoto. Then your mind trails to Enji who is listening to the whole conversation with his eyes shut tight as he wonders how he raised such a brute of a son. His hold softens, allowing you some freedom but you don't move.

"Shoto, you can't force me..." You want to sound firm in your words but they are uttered weakly. "We can find another way, but not like this..."

"I'm not forcing you. As I said this is your decision but if you know what's best, you'll come with me." Shoto's hand is completely removed from your forearm and extends out in a welcoming manner.

You glance around your childhood home that has been uprooted and transformed from top to bottom. You can't recognize it anymore, but there's no need to. This will be the last day you step foot into this house.

Cautiously, your fingers intertwine with Shoto's hand. His lips slyly curl upwards at your foolish decision. In the distance, you hear your mother breathe a sigh of relief.

"That's it, like an obedient daughter..." He turns around and begins instructing your mother about organizing a ceremony in the upcoming weeks. She eagerly runs off to celebrate the news with your father and other family members.

It was sickening to watch her demeanor switch in the span of a few seconds.

"You know," Shoto speaks again, returning his full attention to you. "I was beginning to think you forgot about what you said to me last night." His thumb massages gently into the back of your hand. "About how you loved me... That wasn't a lie, or was it?"

Not knowing how to respond verbally, you shake your head. Shoto softly whispers, "good, good" and kisses your hand. Truthfully, you weren't being dishonest. It was in the heat of the moment and if you were asked now, you wouldn't know what to say.

"You did make a promise to me, to spend more time together. In the end, it worked out perfectly for us." Another tightening hold on your hand sends a shock of pain through your arm. Briefly looking into his eyes and seeing him spiral, it's not Shoto anymore. "Now, we'll spend an eternity together. Til' death do us part..."

[lvmimis]

cw: minors dni. smut. best friend's younger brother. pro hero!shoto x female reader. cunnilingus. fellatio. penetration. idk it's short don't expect too much.

Your new friend, Fuyumi never really talks about her brothers.

Not Dabi, once Touya, who’s a sore topic even on a national scale.

Not Natsuo, who she shares a not-yet-estranged but no longer really close relationship with, her gray eyes wistful whenever he comes up in conversation.

And not Shoto, whose easy smile, and uncanny good looks are a bit too distracting for your liking, but whose rare sighting in the flesh, in sharp contrast to the numerous TV interviews and billboards and print tabloids, keeps him out of the forefront of your mind.

(Sometimes.)

The friendship between Fuyumi and you is natural necessity of sorts of older women who no longer can cling to their core childhood friends, be it due to growing distance or growing differences, and find themselves at a similar point in their careers, needing a sympathetic ear to hear their complaints and wishes, lubricated by alcohol and stress. You like her immensely, and she’s the first person that comes to mind whenever you have some good news to share.

Like even today, where you found your way to her apartment right after you were let off from a hard day of work at your company, and had a few extra moments to indulge in her excessive cooking, the glass a few bottles of beer in your bag from the neighborhood convenience store clinking together. You hadn’t made it quite far until you ran into him - 

The youngest brother. Shoto.

“Oh.”

His charm radiates, and you quickly find something else to look at, so that you can pretend that his body is just another fixture near the doorway of your friend’s home. 

“Are you looking for Neechan?”

“Y-yeah.”

Shoto turns on his heels, and you don’t realize exactly when he took your purse from you, but you follow him in. He looked like he was just about to leave just moments ago, but as you both take off your shoes right at the apartment entrance, and he calls out to his sister about having ‘forgotten’ something, you get the feeling he changed his mind.

He seems to always linger when you come around, you think for a moment.

Or perhaps you’re just imagining things, and you dispel the thought.

—

Somehow, Fuyumi’s younger brother is walking you home. 

“I don’t live very far,” you had insisted when he offered to take you back to your place safely. Fuyumi, clearly drunk, waved you off, telling him to take good care of you. He’d smiled a little too wide, but without any teeth, and you’d figured Fuyumi had a point, your head swimming with inebriation just enough for it to seem not that strange that a few city blocks needed the surveillance of a top 3 pro.

“Which makes it even less of a big deal,” he reassures you. You crane your neck to look at him, wondering why suddenly he looks taller, or if you’re slouching more than usual. Tall, with the kind of side profile that you could get distracted in observing. Broad shoulders, a soft voice that you can imagine assertive when needed but sweet otherwise. That scar of his, that makes him even more distinct, more beautiful.

Your face warms and you shake your head. He’s barely an adult to you, just broaching his early 20s while you near your 30s. Fuyumi probably has stories about him wetting the bed that aren’t from that long ago.

His arm snakes around your shoulders, adjusting your winter coat and you tense up even if you keep your pace steady.

“Don’t get cold.”

He stops and adjusts your scarf, and you can’t focus on his eyes, your own gaze staying focused on his chest right in front of you.

Embarrassing. You’re not a schoolgirl anymore, and you hate the way he appears to naturally patronize you, even if it’s not intentional.

Gently pushing his hands away, you thank him, and nod.

“Thank you, Todoroki-san. I got it.”

There’s the ghost of a frown when you use the formality but your boundaries should be firm. He resumes his position by your side as if he’s lucky he even gets the chance.

This too, perhaps, is wishful thinking. You imagine if Fuyumi and you were friends, you would walk Shoto back from school, each of your hands joined with his to make sure he crosses the street properly and he would grin at both of you, not understanding the girlish chatter between his older sisters.

—

“I’m too old for you.”

This statement would have teeth if it weren’t said so quietly it was barely audible and whimpering, and if Shoto wasn’t so close to you that his lips practically brush against yours as he replies.

“That isn’t exactly the same as ‘stop,’” he says and your breath hitches in your throat.

Shoto presses closer still, enough that your thighs tense up around his tapered waist, and you think about how embarrassing it is, that Fuyumi’s baby brother hoisted you on your kitchen counter as if you weighed nothing, and keeps you caged in like this, his hands clenched around the edge as he focuses on you, breathes you in.

“Do you like me at all?” he asks. 

Your chest rises and falls once, as you bite your lip.

“You know the answer to that,” you admit in defeat.

He chuckles to himself and takes your bottom lip gently with his teeth.

—

“A-aren’t we l-like a, a decade apart?” you moan.

Shoto’s head peeks up from his home between your legs, licks a long, torturous stripe up your pussy and swirling his tongue over your clit, then murmurs “Seven” across your sweat moistened pussy, and the frigid cold of his breath against a pussy wet with want and his generous tongue forces you to tremble. You sigh practically helplessly, and he maneuvers you, like a matter of course, so that your hips lift off your bed, and your thighs hook around those same broad shoulders as he kisses you more, then rubs a hand up and down your soft belly.

In a soft reassuring voice, he asks,

“I can make you cum that many times if you want.”

Your insides twist with arousal.

“Stop playing with me,” you whine.

He grins.

“Why not? I’m just a kid after all.”

—

If there’s any guilt about fucking your friend’s baby brother, even that melts away with how precisely, fervently and frequently his cock slides in and out of your cunt in so many positions you get the sense he either read all of your dirty fantasies or has a similar mind to match.

His fingers find a place in every one of your holes, only to be followed quickly by his cock, and both of you find that it’s particularly hard for you to lament if it’s okay for him to want you or if he doesn’t know any girls his age when your mouth is full of penis. You’re mouthy, and he likes that about you, but he loves when your utterings are simplified down to a wanting babble of his name and how good it feels.

“So… so good, Sho… so good… more,” you whine.

“Use your words, baby.”

You’re the little one here. Your back arches against his chest, and when you wriggle from too much stimulation, he shifts, locking your legs underneath his until you have no choice but to take it.

“F-fuck!”

The nudge of his cock against the front wall of your cunt in just the right place at just the right time releases just the right tension, and spreads shocks then aftershocks all around your pussy, and you cum hard as the orgasm rips through you. Your eyes roll back in your head, and you’re thankful he can’t see how stupid you look in this position, fucked dumb and docile by this man you tried very hard to not take seriously.

Fuyumi’s baby brother…

Shoto finishes on your belly to add insult to injury, watching greedily as it spreads, dripping along the sides of your body. You pant loudly, fucked out, desired, and he kisses you hungrily still as if he’s barely satiated.

Monstrous.

“Just take me as seriously as I do you,” he whispers. “I’m good enough for you, I think.”

—

A couple weeks later, Fuyumi will tell you she suspects her baby brother has a crush on you, and joke about how silly it is.

You’ll agree, and adjust your scarf yourself, to hide the hickeys all over your neck from the night before.

[lvmimis]

cw: smut. marking kink. pro hero!shoto x reader. reader has female anatomy.

"hey."

your eyes flutter for a moment, and you let out a staggered sigh as you come back to yourself, centering your thoughts on the sweet sound of his voice. shoto's pulled back gently, leaving a warm kiss that lingers on the side of your cheek in lieu of his face previously nuzzled against yours as he drove himself deep into your pussy. he's still thick inside you, warm and snug, even if some of his body weight no longer presses heavily on your frame. as your eyes refocus back to the man with whom you're locked in a lover's embrace, he gives you an amused smile.

"mm?" is all you can manage, dizzy with partially satiated lust.

he spends just a beat admiring you, lips curled ever so slightly at the edges; then he gently pulls your hands off from where they're rested on his back, sliding his fingers into an interlaced position with yours before raising your wrists above your head.

another kiss goes to your forehead.

"you're scratching. your nails."

your thighs clench almost involuntarily, tight around his midsection.

"oh... am i?"

you blink again, long lashes making his cock twitch a few pulses inside you. he bites his lip involuntarily, harder still when you whisper,

"...i-i thought you liked that."

mirroring his action, you also pull your lower lip between your teeth. shoto gazes low, leaning in a little closer, and pressing kisses to the apples of both your cheeks. his fingers tighten their hold, pressing further down, his body rolling against you.

"photoshoot tomorrow. i'd explain happily but you get embarrassed."

you ponder this for a moment, then buck your hips slowly, almost defiantly.

"what if i changed my mind? maybe i want everyone to know."

he dips low, with a kiss that pulls you in enough that you practically whimper when your lips part.

"you sure?"

you nod, your head tilting for more.

he lets go of your hands, keeping you free to do as you please, giving you that kiss you're itching for and angling his cock to pump out more pleasure from you, regardless of what havoc you may wreak on his body tonight.

after all, he wants nothing more than to be marked by you.

[purplepanthea]

BNHA boys react to their future child coming to the past.

Shoto Todoroki ver

Hope you all enjoy

"You're such an angel, be safe getting home!"

"Thank you so much, Mrs Nakamura, please have a good rest of your day!"

The old lady who ran the sweet shop in Minato ward was always smiling, always happy.

Sahana hadn't been working there very long when she found that out. Not that she was complaining, of course. It actually reminded her of her grandmother. It quickly aided her in feeling at home in the small store when she began volunteering there.

Her parents wanted her to develop a work ethic and not grow up to be a spoiled brat like many of her peers and friends from around the Minato ward area.

She knew she couldn't blame them, but it always confused her how they didn't want her to end up a spoilt brat but allowed her unlimited access to her father's credit card. Whatever, it wasn't like she was complaining.

She supposed her parents' view of spoiling her had already set the monetary bar a lot higher than many others could ever afford. That's just what it was like being the daughter of the Number 2 Hero and the granddaughter of the former Number 1.

She knew her parents couldn't help it, especially her father. He had been raised in generational wealth, so any attempts to spend his money to get his attention were all squandered by that fact. It was why Sahana usually went overboard.

On her way home from the sweet old lady's store, she hopped off the train and headed straight to the everything store a few minutes away from the station. Getting a basket, she piled thing after thing that she didn't even need into it. She didn't even look at what some of it was, not really needing to because she didn't intend to use it.

Yeah, she definitely wouldn't call herself a spoiled brat. Yet sometimes, when her dad was away across the country like he was now, Sahana couldn't help but want to spend a little more of his money. Anything to get him to look at his phone and think about texting her, really.

Okay, so maybe she was making it seem like he was a bad father. He really wasn't! He was just really busy…

If Sahana was being honest, she couldn't truly remember the last time she'd had a conversation with her father when he wasn't exhausted or covered in dirt and scrapes from the latest battle he had fought in. At the same time, she knew he was protecting all of Japan and he worked so hard.

She loved her mother truly; they had spent countless hours when she was younger watching her father on TV after a big fight. Sahana remembered so viscerally the first time she had been allowed to watch along with her mother. It was after an opponent with a mech quirk had tried to disengage traffic downtown, which to this day Sahana still thought was a strange motive, but she supposed nothing destabilised society more than an angry salaryman. Imagine an army of them. Yikes…

She was so intrigued, wondering how her dad had gotten on TV, and then it became a thing. Battle after battle, victory after victory, she'd sit with her mother and watch her father make limited comments to the media about the fight. Her mother would constantly whisper in awe, too: "Your father is so humble, isn't he, Sahana?"

Watching her father be a hero and save people, listening to her own mother's pride, it made her think her father was the coolest person to have ever donned the title of hero. That innocent, childlike wonder, joy, and pride never really died as she got older, but she learned to shove it down the more he wasn't home. The cost of the Number 2 title became clearer and clearer to her as she grew.

Her mother never lost that joy of seeing him on screen after a tough victory, though. Sahana knew her parents inspired each other. She'd heard their love story so many times.

Yes, Sahana was proud. But truthfully? She was also bitter, and the uneasy feeling of bitterness that settled inside her a long time ago drove her crazy.

Sahana was an only child, so for most of her life, it was just her and her mother due to her father's busy schedule. She wasn’t going to lie, every day that she saw his face on screen and not in person… it made it so much easier to resent Pro Hero Shoto more and more as the days and news broadcasts went by.

She could never truly hate her father. The man who taught her how to speak. Who fed her in the middle of the night when she was a newborn. The man who risked his life for the world, and to make the world a safer place for his family.

Sahana knew that she was selfish. She knew that. Dear fuck, she knew. It was just so hard to even talk to him! How do you talk to a pro hero like that?

Over time, the version of her father that had taught her how to laugh became so irreversibly murky with the shining pro he presented himself as on national TV. She feared that soon she wasn't going to see him as "father" at all. The very thought made her sick to her stomach.

What would he say if he knew how many tears she'd shed just wanting, wishing for a normal father? A normal dad. Someone who worked in an office as opposed to risking his life every day.

Lost in her own thoughts, she hadn't even noticed she'd made it to the mega discount store. So she did as she had many times before. She began stocking basket after basket full of expensive clothes, makeup, electronics, and even a robust 1.28 million Yen camera.

Her phone buzzed with the confirmation email as she left the store. Sincerely getting her hopes up that it was her father messaging her, to scold her. Anything! Anything to prove he was still her father…

Nothing.

Feeling a burn behind her eyes, she knew it was best to get out of the view of the general public and slipped into an alley just behind the massive megastore. Her shoulders dropped, her fingers that were gripping the heavy bags so tightly willing the phone in her hand to show a response from the one person she desperately wanted to reach out to. Filled with nothing short of despair, she dropped the costly shopping bags onto the floor in the alley. The tears that had been threatening to spill finally gave way.

Sahana had never felt more alone, nor had she ever felt more pathetic. What did she seriously think a shopping spree on her father's card would do?

Her eyes burned as the tears fell. Hugging her own knees, she just sat there in that alley and cried.

She had no way of knowing that when her tears dried, she would be so far removed from her original time that she may never see the family she loved so dearly and had just cried over, ever again.

[cececherrie]

this took forever oh my god... I think its worth it lowkey..

You're not in the moment whatsoever, Ochaco and the other women of class A sit around you at the table. You're lucky everybody from the class is here.

It's rare, really. Everyone is too busy being hero's along with any possible side work they have.

You just can't seem to shake the heavy feeling in your tummy, every attempt at a love life ends in failure, whenever you think its going well, you're ghosted, or you get that dreadful text of "I don't think we will be good together."

the girls sit around at the table laughing and talking about everything under the sun, their hero work, hobbies, their own lovers, ect.

They've tried to get you in on their conversations but after a few moments of talking you'd space out once the attention was off of you. Staring off into your own world trying to prevent the sadness and irritation from getting worse.

Why would he tell you that tonight? of all the times he could've broken it off he chose tonight? He knew you were excited to see all your friends again. Even though it was nothing more than casual dating you thought it was going well.

As usual.

You're broken out of your thoughts when Ejirou calls to you guys by the end of the table, announcing that shoto will be coming in soon, he was the last one to arrive, being number two is hard and time consuming after all.

He steps into the room and everyone erupts into greetings, he slowly makes his way around, greeting everybody, starting with Tenya and so on.

he finds his seat at the end of the table sitting next to you he waves at you before pulling out his chair and sitting down across from Izuku he greets him and Ochaco, immediately getting wrapped into his own conversation with the two while you swirl your soda in its cup.

watching the fizz multiple in a trance, Shoto taps your shoulder.

You look over to him, your lips slightly parted from him startling you, he gives you a soft smile and you can't help but get lost in his features.

Nice short hair, looks soft to the touch, you always wanna reach out and run your fingers through it, a sharp jawline with a nice face shape, incredibly soft and pink lips, its impossible not to wanna kiss them, not to mention his nose which somehow got sexier cuter.

but having Shoto as your own is just a dream, he's too busy with hero work for a relationship for sure and even then, he wouldn't even like you.

right?

right.

his eyebrows furrow in concern, he breaks your "daydreaming" with a question.

"How have you been?" he glances at his glass as he brings it to his lips you watch his lips part as he takes his first sip.

you blink a few times before looking away.

"Fine, How about you?" you reply, calmly, turning your attention back to your own drink.

"Busy, i have been working on my own hero agency." He responds like its nothing, starting to look at the menu.

"Oh yeah? How many side kicks you got?" you try to sound as interested as possible, its not that you're not interested, of course you are, you just don't have the energy.

"Only a few, I wouldn't want to over do it." He reaches for a piece of bread from the bread basket.

"It's still very new to me." He takes a bite.

You nod and start sipping on your own drink, the first thing that's been in your stomach since you got that text.

soon enough he falls back into his conversations with the others, the food was served and you could hardly eat just picking at it with your fork in your own world, you feel so stupid being so upset but you can't help it.

Everybody else has found there person, why haven't you? It eats away at you constantly, is something wrong with you? Are you just not lucky? Or is it just the universe trying to tell you romance is not for you?

Whatever it is, you feel torn, you feel like giving up, maybe it'll come to you when you least expect it just like all your friends tell you.

once dinner is over you feel tense so you decide to order a drink, something simple not too heavy, just to loosen up at bit. One drink won't hurt, you're getting a uber anyways.

While you did stick to your one drink rule, you gravitated over to the bar area more, making an excuse to follow jirou when she went to order a drink.

not long after just deciding to stay there many of your friends would come up to give you a goodbye, and soon after, you were the only person left in the restaurant.

you finished your drink incredibly slowly, taking even more time now that nobody is with you, you pay for your drink and dinner, slapping a hearty tip on the counter before heading off.

Whipping out your phone to call an uber, you step outside about to open your phone when you're startled by someone appearing next to you.

"Hi." Shoto says innocently, unaware he just scared the shit out of you, giving you a curious expression.

You slowly look up at him, trying to calm your fast beating heart from the scare.

"Hi...What are you still doing here?" You ask calmly, or as calmly as you can, he really did scare you bad.

He smirks, the first time you've ever seen a look like that on his face, you blush a little bit.

"You seemed upset at dinner." He scratches the back of his next, now walking next to you.

you didn't really notice that instead of him following you, you were following him, he'd look at you every so often to see if you were still coming.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay." He adds after a beat of silence.

You give him a half assed giggle and shake your head.

"Im just fine, thank you though." you fiddle with your hands before putting them before your back, not quite sure what to do with them.

He frowns a bit, his brows furrow and he stops walking, looking at you fully.

"I was hoping you would not lie to me." He looks into your eyes intensely, like he's trying to find out what's wrong by looking through you.

"I'm not lying to you."

"You are."

"Am not.."

"I can tell."

"How can you tell?"

"You're visibly upset."

The two of you go back at forth, shooting response after response until you let out a big sigh.

"It's stupid, nothing to worry about." You hold your bag with two hands in front of you, looking into the oncoming the traffic of the late night, avoiding his stare.

"May I take you home?" He asks quietly.

"I'm gonna call a ride, its okay." You give him a smile that doesn't reach your eyes.

He sighs before stepping closer, carefully taking your bag from your hand, you look up at him wide eyed and curious.

"I am taking you home." He says without a beat, he starts to walk towards the parking lot, your bag in hand.

You scoff in amusement, how bold, yet you follow. He opens his passenger door, placing your bag on the floor of the car before motioning you to get it.

"Thank you." A small blush creeps up your cheek as you slink in, he closes the door and rounds to the drivers side.

The car ride is quiet, not much is said, comments on the food and the nice companies of all your friends. It's not awkward, its a comfortable silence.

you check your phone during one of the silent moments, seeing the guy sent another text with a shitty apology.

"Sorry.."

He can't even say it right? The fuck? You've never hit a block button so quick.

you feel a fool letting it infiltrate your mind, the half assed apology further soiling your mood, its almost like Shoto senses it because at a red light you can see from the corner of your eye him staring at you.

He pulls up into a spot closer to the doors of your apartment, you start getting out of the car when notice he is aswell.

"You're coming with?" You question, quirking a eyebrow at him.

"I was going to walk you to your door." He stops in his tracks.

"Do you not want me to?" He tilts his head.

"Nono its fine, I just didn't know." You shake your head with a smile.

he nods and gets out, quickly coming to the passenger door and opening it while your making sure everything is in your bag.

"you didn't have to do that.." You fiddle with the straps of your bag.

He smiles down at you,

"I wanted to." He nods.

heat fills your cheeks again, you walk in front of him trying to avoid his gaze, you can feel his eyes burning into you.

You stop at your door, taking out your keys before stepping in, you turn to him, he looks a little nervous.

"Thank you, you really didn't have to do this but I appreciate it a lot." You smile at him, messing with your hair.

"It's okay, I wanted to."

"Could I have a glass of water please?" He fumbles with a small loose string on his pants pocket.

"Of course." You nod and move to the side, allowing him to come in.

You lead him to the couch, offering him to sit and you'll grab him water, he nods and sits down he seems tense and awkward.

you disappear around the corner, he hears a cabinet door open and a glass on the counter, a few moments later you emerge from the kitchen with a glass of water, carefully handing it to him to not spill.

you sit down next to him, a good distance between the two of you while you sit in silence, he sips on his water, seemingly in no rush to finish his drink quick.

"Do you want to talk about it?" His knee starts to bounce.

You jump a bit, you were in your own world once again.

"what?" You turn your head towards him.

"Whatever is bothering you.." He takes another small sip.

"Oh uh.. It's not a big thing just.. Boy trouble..." You say the last part quieter, embarrassed of the reason for your bad mood.

"what kind of boy trouble?" theres not a hint of judgement in his tone.

That always made it hard to not wanna talk to him, no matter what you have to say, he never judges or he at least here's you out before he does start judging you.

"I'm just never someone's first option, its tiring." You reach for the remote, aching for some background noise.

you lean onto the arm of the couch, his eyes are locked on you, your avoiding eye contact, you're pretty sure he just scooted a little closer.

"Why do you think that?" He looks down at his glass, watching the water swirl.

"I know that." You scoff resting your chin in the palm of your hand.

"Is that so.." he glance over at you.

You look over at him confused, a little irritated too.

"Do you know something." You lean in.

He smiles and looks away, glancing at the TV before looking down and staring at his glass again.

"No I dont believe so." He tries to fight back another smile.

You groan and sink into the couch.

"I just don't see why you think that." He leans back, finally getting comfortable.

"Because every person I ever gone out with never sticks around, im never good enough." You sigh, feel a weight come off your chest.

Maybe talking about does help make it better.

"Have you ever thought they're just not the one for you?" He chuckles.

"Then i think i would be breaking things off."

"Maybe not."

"Why do you think that?" You look over at him.

"Because it seems they just can't handle you." He grins.

"So im a handful?"

"Maybe you are, i wouldn't know."

"Wow thanks.." you roll your eyes.

You sit in silence for a moment after that, just watching the TV.

"You never gave me a chance to." He says quietly, like he didnt want you to hear it but had to say it.

Theres a big pause, you look over a him shocked.

"What?" You squeak out.

"Did you mean that??" You add on quickly.

"Im sorry..." he gets up, putting the glass of water on the table.

"I should go."

You shoot up.

"Waitwait!" How embarrassing, chasing after a man.

He turns from the door to look back at you scrambling towards him.

"Did you really mean that?" You step closer.

He swallows hard.

"Yeah.." his hand falls from the door handle.

"You like me?"

He nods

"More than friends?" You ask in disbelief and shock.

He nods again, both your faces flushed and nervous.

You step closer, hoping up on your tip toes and wrap your arms around his neck slowly, giving him the option to pull away due to your inability to come up with words.

Your face heats up as he looks into your eyes, you pause your lips inches for eachother before closing the remaining gap.

He kisses back instantly, wrapping his arms around you and following your lead, the kiss isnt rushed but its full of heat and desperation.

Like he's been aching for this forever.

your arms slip from around his neck to his face, pulling him closer by his cheeks, he sighs, you feel his arm move and then his keys hit the counter.

your lips trail from his lips to his jaw, down to his neck, he makes no attempt to stop you, even slipping his fingers between your bodies to unbutton a part of his shirt.

an arm wraps around your waist, hoisting you up, you wrap your legs around him, you rest your head on top of his as he starts kissing all over your neck, you giggle and lightly tug on his hair.

"Where is your bedroom?" He mumbles into your neck, refusing to let up on the kisses and nipping.

"end of the hallway.." You point towards it, quickly placing your fingers back in his hair.

He quickly makes his way towards your room, only pausing his kisses to make sure he's not about to walk into anything. He pushes open the door and places you down onto the bed.

He pulls off the pale blue flannel, revealing the plain T-shirt underneath that is clearly too tight, he climbs over you, attaching his lips onto yours and for the first time you hear him moan.

You're suddenly hyper aware of the slick gathering between your legs, the heat of his body on yours and the fact that Shoto Todoroki wants you more than anything, you feel like your heart has stopped, everything moved so fast you hardly realized what this means.

He is all yours now.

Your hand slides down to the hem of his shirt where you slip your hand under, feeling the planes of muscle on his torso from all the years of hard hero work and bulking, you whine into his mouth, the moment your lips part more he's deepening it, like hes trying to consume you.

you feel something hard against your thigh, you don't need to think twice to know what it is but god does it feel big.. It has to be the illusion of his pants straining right?

he pulls back, tugging your shirt off revealing your bra, he takes a moment to stare before reaching for the hem of his shirts and pulling his shirt off to.

you admire each other for a minute, he stares at your bra like it personally offended him, he quickly reaches around to fumble with your bra.

You giggle while he struggles to get it off, in the end one of your straps are frayed from him tearing it off you.

He immediately ducks down, sucking one of your perked nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking hard, you groan and tangle a hand in his soft hair, the other runs along his back, grabbing and scratching.

His hands snake down to your pants, tugging on them until they are at your ankles, he quickly finds your clit, rubbing soft circles over the clothed nub.

You gasp, hips twitching up into him, he circles his fingers faster, your back arches and your mouth hangs open, a strained sound falls from your lips.

He pulls back, taking in how you look, panties damp, eyes glassy and pupils blown, small marks littering your chest and neck.

He dips down again, this time, between your legs, impatiently he pulls your panties off, finally taking off your pants completely, he looks between your legs.

Hypnotized by the slick dripping from you he stares, you grab a handful of his hair and whine, tugging him closer, he chuckles and places soft testing kisses to your clit.

Your grip on his hair tightens a bit, he sucks your clit into his mouth hard, you moan and your back arches off the bed.

He groans against you, he quickly falls into a fast pace of suck, licking and swirling your clit, its messy, he moans against you like its him being eaten out.

You tug on the hair on the nap of his neck, trying to get a steady grip to grind on his face, he buries his face between your legs even more, you feel your tummy tighten.

His tongue slips to your entrance, teasing and kissing all over before shoving his tongue inside of you, you gasp at the odd sensation, your hips twitch against his mouth.

He kisses his way back to your clit, flicking it with his tongue and sucking on it, bobbing his head a little bit, his hands move from the sheets to your thighs and pulls your closer.

One hand rests on your tummy and with the new angle its harder to keep pulling his hair, your hands grip the pillow behind you and the sheets, whatever you can grab.

"Im gonna cum.." you nervously warn,

He chuckles against you, making you jolt and moan, he moves his hand from your tummy, bringing it down to tease your entrance you try to wiggle your hips down more.

He pushes it in, immediately curling it and trying to find the spot that makes you tick, when you gasp and twitch against him, he knows he found it.

You can feel him smile against you while he sucks on your clit, he curls it while pumping his finger into you over and over again, each pump makes the knot unbearably tight.

He slips another finger in, picking up his pace. You feel yourself come undone quickly, he groans when he feels you clamp down on his fingers, airy moans fall from your lips as you ride it out on his mouth and fingers.

He revels in it, every part, moving his tongue slowly before sucking your clit hard, teasing you even now. He groans while licking up your essence before relectantly pulling away, coming face to face with you.

You blush when you see his lips and chin are slick with your mess, he either doesnt know or doesnt care, he takes your face in his hands before placing his lips on yours again.

He moans when you slide your tongue over his, you're grabbing at his bulge, trying to remove his belt without looking, you give up breaking the kiss and fumbling with his belt.

"Got it?" He questions,

You're so nervous yet excited that your hands shake, making it hard to unbuckle and pull it from the loops, he laughs lightly when you finally get it off, he sit back to unbutton and remove his own pants and boxers.

Your mouth drops when his cock springs free, hard and leaking, and very big..

"This okay?" He asks nervously, his hands awkwardly on his thighs, like his dick isnt hanging free.

You shut your mouth, pressing your lips tight together.

"Uhm.. yeah." You laugh nervously, nodding before shuffling towards him more.

"Just.." your face flushes in embarrassment. "Big." You state with a shrug, trying to save face.

You take it into your hands, his breath hitches as your soft hands wrap around him, you stare for a moment before stroking your hand up, watching his face twitch lightly in pleasure before dragging it down.

You get closer, pressing your body against his side an arm wraps around you as he shifts to lean against the headboard, you lay your head on his shoulder starting to stroke his cock slowly.

He sighs, a thin sheen of sweat covers his skin, you linger at his tip before continuing downward.

You pick up your pace, feeling more confident, he moans, you line kisses on his neck and shoulder, trying to give yourself more to do instead of staring down at his dick.

His hips start to thrust up into your hand, aching for more. You tighten your hand around him, he groans, holding you closer and letting little sounds slip out while you stroke him and kiss his neck.

"Little faster.." his voice sounds small and whiny.

Heat floods your face and you pick up your pace more, going even faster, hes been reduced to putty in your hand, bucking his hips up and moaning in your ear while weakly holding onto you.

Moans consistently slip from his mouth, you could tell hes close by the constant bucking of his hips, the whines in the back of his throat and the way he pulses in your hand.

He gasps as he spills all over your hand, you slow down your pace, his cock twitches in your hand, his hips still thrusting into it, a low rumbles emits from his throat.

His head rolls to the side, he pants trying to catch his breath, unsure of what to do you lick the mess off of your hand, you're not shocked to find that he tastes good too, you turn to see him watching you, a soft red covers his face.

he groans and sits up, positioning himself between your legs, impatiently running his tip through your slick folds, slowly pushing into you, his mouth parts with a groan, feeling you tighten around him felt like heaven.

He slowly pushes in, careful not to hurt you while still being impatient, he watches your face closely for a sign of pain but just ends up engrossed in the way your face screws up in pleasure the deeper he goes.

you gasp when he bottoms out, filling you completely, he stays still, leaning down to litter you in kisses, letting you adjust to his size still worried he'll hurt you, better safe than sorry right? He thinks as he captures your lips in his for another kiss.

"I've waited a while for you.." He mumbles shyly into the kiss.

Your heart jumps at this, has he really?

"How long?" you pull back, your hair still intertwined with his hair.

His hands awkwardly find your waist, rubbing the smooth skin in circles, staring at where you're connected.

"Around our second year." his face is almost the same shade as the left side of his hair.

You're shocked, he really waited that long? He's had so many chances to say something, was he nervous? Did he think you wouldn't want him? Maybe you have more in common than you initially thought.

You don't really know what to say, you have a lot of questions now, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him down towards you and placing your lips on his, it's softer, less heated this time.

You sigh against him and roll your hips up, you feel his grip tighten on your hips and him angling his hips better, he rolls his hips into you, your mouth drops at the pleasant feeling, he rests his forehead on yours.

you watch him moving in and out of you together, watching it happen makes it feel so much better than you thought but it feels so embarrassing for him to be staring like that, you pull him into your neck, tangling your fingers in his hair.

he moans softly against your skin, the sound goes straight to your core and you can't help but try to grind your hips against him, he groans, but it's no use all it does is mess up his pace, you whimper and lay limp on the bed, holding him close to you.

he moves his head down more, licking around your nipple before sucking it into his mouth again, your back arches up into him, giving him a deeper angle to fuck you and pushing your tits into his mouth more.

The slow roll of his hips over and over brings blinding pleasure, he hits so deep and rubs your soft spot the right way, you tug on the hair on the nape of his neck, his moan in muffled by your tit.

his other hand fumbles and plays with your other nipple, pinching, twisting softly, and rolling. you shudder, feeling cool yet sweat drips down your body, he feels hot against you and inside you, he pulls away every few moments, panting and groaning, trying to get it together to keep his steady pace.

"m' not gonna last.." He groans against you, shoving his face back into you neck.

Smelling your perfume and natural scent while trying to hide the fucked out expression on his face, he huffs as he feels his stomach tighten.

You bite back a moan, you feel him twitching inside you, his hips are stammering trying to stay steady but the pleasure is overwhelming, you feel yourself throbbing the closer you get.

You feel dizzy with each pass of his hips, his uncontrollable moaning and other sounds he makes, paired with the slow but firm thrusts makes you feel like your going to implode.

he gasps and his hips still, you feel a warmth spread through your tummy, his thumb quickly finds your clit, rubbing fast trying to push you over the edge with him, you feel like your brain short circuits from your orgasm rushing through you.

you cum with a sob of his name, your legs quiver and your back arches into him more, little trembles of pleasure wash over you as he helps you ride out both of your orgasms, smiling and chuckle at the way you whine and shake beneath him.

He lays with you for a moment before you break the silence.

"would you uhm.. wanna spend the night?" You ask nervously, playing with the tuffs of hair carressing his cheek.

He places a kiss on your collarbone before pulling back and slowly pulling out.

"yeah, that would be nice." He rubs the back of his neck.

You smile, your cheeks are pink and your hair is a mess for sure but you for once feel confident, wanted, and you feel slightly embarrassed that you had no clue that he has wanted more with you basically since he met you.

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him back down and peppering him face with soft kisses, he smiles and ends it with a peck to your lips.

"Is that the bathroom?" He points to the door at the other side of your bedroom.

You nod and he picks you up, carrying you to the bathroom to clean up.

the clean up process is sweet and passionate, he washes your back carefully, rubbing the soap into your skin while your conditioner sets, not many words are said, you don't have to, both your actions tell it all.

Fluffy towels set out for the both of you, massaging each others scalps when washing the others hair.

every chance he gets he kisses your shoulder, the nape of your neck, your cheek, forehead, anywhere his lips can reach, sleep threatens the both of you as you huddle under the warm water, your arms wrapped around his waist while your head lays on his chest, his arms are tight around your shoulders.

like if he lets you go, you'll never return, you wonder if he felt that way every time you'd part after the rare class A reunions, worried hero work will over take both of you and you wont see each other again.

you wonder if each time you parted he felt like he'd miss his chance to tell you how he felt.

Maybe a pit in his tummy from worry.

you feel silly that the man of your dreams has been chasing after you all this time, you had no idea. He breaks your train of thought when you feel his hands in your hair again, washing the conditioner out.

you give him a sleepy smile, reaching up to wash his out since you're both under the water stream. leaning into each others touches make the both of you even more tired.

he quickly shuts off the water, getting out to wrap a towel around you before wrapping one around him. Once you do that, you go about your bedtime routine the best you can, finding a spare toothbrush for him and getting ready for bed in comfortable silence and soft kisses.

you crash back into bed together, holding each other close, he rubs your back while your hand find its way back into his hair, massaging and scratching his scalp, you giggle softly when you feel his hand slowing and stuttering as he tries to continue rubbing your back, even though your scalp massage is making him fall asleep.

your head lays on his chest, and when he finally falls asleep you listen to the sound of his breathing and his heartbeat, lolling you off quickly.

you wake up the next morning to him gone, you wonder if you were dreaming which is quickly shot down when you see his clothes now folded neatly on your dresser instead of strewn across the floor, the bed is a little neater aswell.

you slip out of bed, opening your bedroom door and walking down the hallway, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you blink a couple times and see Shoto in the kitchen with a simple breakfast made.

you pad over to him quietly, tapping his shoulder making him jump.

"Good morning." you giggle,

He breathes a sigh of relief, turning to you and smiling as he smooths down your bedhead.

"good morning, I made breakfast." he scratches his neck awkwardly.

"I see that, thank you." You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in his chest.

He wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you slightly to the stool of your counter egging you to sit, you do and he hands you a fork, he made pancakes, you take a bite and he visibly sees you light up.

"this is really good!" You compliment, he smiles at your chubby cheeks and starts eating with you.

"I find enjoyment in food, especially sweet food so I'm always trying to improve, I'm glad you like it." Blush creeps up his cheeks from your compliment.

you eat your breakfast together in silence, his free hand rests on your thigh, his skin is cold to the touch and you notice goosebumps covering his arm.

"Aren't you cold?" You giggle.

He's just in his boxers, the mornings are still pretty chilly, you didn't really think he gets cold easily but you can't help but comment.

"Yeah.." He takes another bite.

"I didn't feel like getting dressed yet." He puts down his fork onto his plate, taking his and your own empty plate to the sink.

"The clothes I have are not really comfortable, their just spares I had at my agency." He explains.

You stare at his back, consumed by muscle from all his hard work, too bad you didn't scratch it up more, you think and pout at the realization you had a chance to.

He comes back to you, kissing your cheek.

"I do have to head out though." His cheeks puff out a bit,

you blush when you notice he's pouting.

"I have patrol.." He rubs your shoulder.

You nod and hop off the stool.

"Need anything before you go? I could grab it while you get dressed." You caress your hand over the cold marble counter.

"No, just a kiss before I go maybe.." He smiles, kissing your cheek.

You smile and push him off to your room, your face red from embarrassment, he's so bold now..

he emerges from your room, in his clothes from the night before and his hair smoothed down and as tame as he can get it without being late.

you walk him to your door and give him a kiss goodbye, but before you close the door he grabs your hand.

"Wait- uhm.." He pauses,

you look at him curiously, a small grin creeping up your face as his thumb rubs your hand.

"I really want to see you more often." he confesses nervously, his cheeks are pink and you can tell he's fighting his instinct to look away.

"Could we get to dinner next weekend?"

you try to respond but uncharacteristically he cuts you off.

" if we can't find time maybe I can come back and we can just find some late take out."

"Or you can come over and we make something together?"

"I don't know.."

you laugh in his face, you don't mean to but he's always so confident and stoic, seeing him fumble to ask you on a date and desperate to see you again so soon makes your tummy flutter and your cheeks heat up.

You see his face drop slightly, a little bit of color lost, clearly thinking you were cruelly shooting him down, you step out into the hallway and cup his cheeks.

"we will find time, I promise." You look into his eyes, admiring the vast difference of the grey and blue.

He sighs and smiles.

"Okay." He leans forward and cradles your chin.

Kissing you deeply one last time before he goes to his agency, you watch him walk away until he enters the elevator and go back inside your apartment alone.

You feel a little empty now from the silence of your home but super excited, you head of to get ready for patrol yourself and he's on your mind the entire time.

You'll make time for him.

after all he's spent all this time chasing you.

giving up a shift for him won't hurt.

[jejemmon]

"Rest for now; I'm here for you." TKDB Ghouls/FEM reader

Synopsis: Exams, Duty, Exams,Duty. Over and over again you've been constantly bombarded by academic responsiblities and duties that you have to partake in so that you can find something to break your curse with. To no avail, it never reached into any conclusion at all. At best you could probably say in the nicest way possible that they're… trying their best. thinking about it that way made your head ache. Head slowly hitting the table out of exhaustion. How would your ghoul handle it?

Pairing: TKDB Ghouls/ FEM reader

CONTENT WARNING: Angst, Major Character death (Zenji), Angst with fluff, SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE THOUGHTS in both YOU and the Ghouls!

DISCLAIMER: I am not that familiar with the ghouls in Dionysia, cause they're new! Sure they have a full episode but honestly, aside from the missions we don't really know much about them!

A/n: Hi! This is a short series I made for a friend of mine @cwelestia, they were stressed out when they talked to me about it. So, I was like, why the fuck not? I hope you enjoy! About Elias' part most likely at the last part. I went on full headcanons on it. Also, just a quick heads up, I'll just dump everything here along with Unfinished Dionysia so it'll just be one post! A... one HUGE post. I hope you don't mind :)

DO NOT FEED MY WORK TO AI OR STEAL IT.

Jin Kamurai:

He would notice the shift in your day even before you get burnt out. He often demanded you to go study in his room so that when you need to ask him something related to your material, he can answer you quickly.

No, it's totally not because he wanted to accompany you while doing your own things together…

It started off subtle honestly, the way you were starting to answer him in short sentences instead of your usual long ones. Did it worry him? Yes, he wouldn't lie about that.

You've been studying for God knows how long, heck he never studied that long, thinking it's a waste of time since he can ace the examinations no problem. He understands you need it though. That's why he's currently confiding with Tohma on how to ease you up. The other man simply said "Just keep your presence around Jin" the answer was simple, but he wasn't asking for that specific one.

Knowing Tohma though, he knows that the other knows him well enough to answer vaguely, the only thing the frost king wants is confirmation if it's something he should do. He never needed any advice.

And so, here he was, making his own version of Matcha or whatever drink you see fit to help with digesting such complicated topics in your major subject.

The things he does for you honestly…

"Oi" he calls out, a metal tray in his hand as he places it down near your study table causing you to break out of your focus. You almost glared at him for tresspassing till you smelled the scent of your favorite afternoon snack, topped with your favorite drink that dissipated any stiffness your body had after being rudely interrupted.

You inspected the whole meal, what is this? Did Jin…?

As if reading your mind, he sighs, "I did" he answered, it was so short, you were expecting him to scowl on it , but when you glanced at him, you noticed how his usual nonchalant facade cracked a bit just to show the worry he has on you.

"Thank you" you chuckle, deciding to take a break for now, after all. For the first time a king decided to cook for you instead of using his "servant" for it.

You pulled him by the necktie , planting a soft kiss on his cheek as a thank you for his efforts, causing his eyes to widen gently before relaxing and a faint blush on his cheek. "Do you wanna eat together?" you asked making him nod without question.

You find him rather sweet.

Tohma Ishibashi:

He's been wondering… You were slouching a lot more than usual lately, it's making him worry that you'll one day turn into a shrimp. Tohma wanted to scold you obviously. Walking to your direction while you're almost looking like a zombie.

When he finally reached you. He noticed that you were about to slip causing him to grab you by the shoulders before you fell, only for your head to become limp.

"Honor roll?" he shook you a bit, but you weren't waking up. Tohma's expression went from nonchalant to worried as he scoops you up into his arms, carrying you straight to the clinic.

Of course, in the darkwick clinic, not mortkranken. That house still hates frostheimers.

Nicolas told him that you were alright, just severely exhausted, in which he connected to how Cornelius has been sending you out constantly without fail to dangerous missions that a normal girl like you shouldn't be going for.

He nodded, "How long does she need rest?" he places his hand on the end of the bed, wanting to hold your hand, but not infront of the professor. "Roughly 2 weeks can get her energy back" he answered, a guilty smile etched on his face, the latest mission was in Mortkranken, so Nicholas felt responsible for your state right now.

But Tohma didn't care, his focus shifted back at your resting form. Paler, thinner in form. It made him… slightly annoyed.

"Thank you, professor Nicholas" he looked back at the doctor. "I'm sure you have more pressing matters yes?"

He sounded rude, but who cares? he flashed the other man with a fake smile, Nicholas wasn't dumb, he knows he's being pushed out. He sighs, standing up and placing his pen inside his breast pocket. "I'll come by from time to time" He said, "Tell me the state if you will soon, Tohma?" he added, as Tohma nods without glancing back at him.

He immediately placed his hand on top of yours, rubbing his fingertips on your knuckles. It felt calloused, most likely because of the physicial labour you were placed in from certain missions.

He gently pulls your hand into his lips, giving it a kiss before he leans down, face hovering upon your unconscious state. His hand darts into your cheek as he feels your temperature.

He wanted to warm you. He wished he was there for you anyway possible.

He bumps his forehead against yours in such a gentle manner and yet it woke you up, hand twitching as his hair tickles your skin.

"T- Tohma?" your voice croaked, mostly because of the dryness in your mouth after being in the clinic for a few hours.

And yet, Tohma didn't leave, he simply pulled away for a bit just so you can focus on him. "Hello, Honor roll" he whispered your name so gently that it made your heart thump despite being drowsy. "What happened?" you tried asking but he just gives your hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance.

"You passed out earlier" he answered. "Professor Nicholas said it's due to exhaustion" he watches as you start to process the information he said.

"Do you want anything? you've been blacked out for a few hours" he asked, getting his phone, ready to order. "Something to drink would be nice" you answered, giving him a smile

Even water is okay

Kaito Fuji:

Kaito wouldn't have noticed since he was busy trying to shoot his shot with you against Lucas that one faithful day during Lunch hour. But you were so busy, still studying with your notebook or laptop in hand with whatever lecture modules you had for a class entirely separate from his own.

He knew that he should use you as an example and be as studious as you are, but whenever he tries to study, even with you. His mind drifts away into what the future holds.

Hehe… where he's your husband, with kids or not, it's your call… a good house and-

Then a sudden cough snapped him out of his daze, eyes whipping to you, he noticed you were coughing quite.. hard today. Actually, you've been sniffling and coughing more often to the point he started bring hankerchiefs whenever you're with him.

"Hey are you okay?" Lucas asked, worry etched on his face, but Kaito didn't care, he stood up from his seat, going close to you instead as he gives you the hankerchief, but this time his eyes widened as he noticed the moment you reached out. Your hand had blood in it. You were having a nosebleed!

"Honor Roll?!?!" he screeched, dabbing the hankerchief into your nose, and making you take it. "Use this!" he half screamed half whispered to you. Making you listen to him since you didn't want him screeching into your ear again.

You felt a warm hand grasps your shoulder, guiding you out of your seat, head already laying low after a few minutes of keeping it upright. "I'm taking you to the clinic" You didn't really hear what he was talking about since it was all muffled in your hazed brain.

You shook your head, making Kaito look at you and stop at the side. "I asked Lucas to go tell the professor of your next class that you're going to the clinic" he answered, as if he was reading your mind as to why you're being dragged into anywhere else but the examination hall.

You can't. That quiz has 20% of your grade and you can't just skip it. You shook your head again, tears accumulating in your eyes. Making Kaito frown.

"Honor roll…" he muttered, as he sighs. "I'm sure the professor will understand?" he tried to reassure you, but you still didn't want to just absent on the whim. It's not worth it. "How about I take care of you?"

You lifted your head, looking at him with widened eyes, making him jolt at the sudden eye contact-

"Wait-" he stuttered, his face turning into a beet red tomato. Get it together Kaito! your crush is staring at you with the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen but she is SICK!

Your love after! He mentally abused himself, hitting his subconscious to get it together.

"I know I may not be enough to make you c hange your mind but I can ask Luca-"

"We'll hang out?" you asked, your past dizziness vanishing a bit as you watch him squirm upon your gaze. "It isn't really hanging out though?!" he thought but he couldn't bring himself to say it on your face

"I can take care of you" he soothed, "My gramma used to have these types of stress attacks before " he guides you once more out of the cafeteria.

"I know that you can still catch up with your exam, There is absence slips right?" he rubs your back while making sure you don't stumble and fall making your way to frostheim. "You can use my room for studying too, So that when you take the make up exam you can ace it"

"Kaito" he glanced down as you sneakily intertwine your fingers on his, making his heart jump out of his chest. His cheeks flushed as he stares at you.

"Yes-?" he asked, what were you gonna say? are you going to say he's a good man? he's the perfect husband for you and that you'll let him court you or maybe you'll give him just this one chance to prove his love to you and that you'll live happily ever afte-

"You also have remedial exams."

"Oh"

Lucas Errant:

Lucas was panicking. One moment you were walking with him after a all nighter you just did the night prior, and now you suddenly blacked out while you're both walking in the park, hoping to find Sho's truck to get something to eat.

His gaze on you was a mixture of worry and panic, his arm trying to shake you awake, but you weren't waking up. He shouldn't have suggested an all nighter!

How stupid can he get!?

"Honor roll!" he tried to call out to you louder, causing Sho to notice and rush to both of you. "What happened?" Sho asked, leaning down to check on your vitals. "She passsed out" he answered.

He felt helpless-

just as helpless when he lost his fucking brother-

"Get your shit together Errant" He snapped out the moment he heard Sho's anger come out of his mouth. "She's okay" he continued, urging Lucas to stand up and carry you. "Just go to the side, she's probably tired" he sighs, making Lucas' mouth turn into a thin line.

"Right" he thought to himself, shaking his head. Maybe he overreacted and didn't think straight cause of the all nighters you both pulled, so he immediately went to the side, where theres a bench on the second floor, good ventilation since it was literally outside in the area, with enough sun to at least let you rest properly.

After all… it's been cold lately.

He didn't want to go to the mortkranken with the animosity their captain has with frostheimers and the clinic is temporarily closed so he had to make do with what Sho gave.

A blanket he had in his truck that apparently was for when he does overtime and gets too lazy to go back to Vagastrom, and a pillow as well.

He went and decided to only use the blanket, grabbing a few things that can rehydrate you and get your energy back the moment you wake up. Luckily there was a bench that had a backrest and not just some backless marble, which was the usual.

The moment he had "tucked" you in, he placed your head on his lap. Ready with snacks just in case you wake up and felt hungry.

The wind blew on lucas' face, gently swaying a bit of his hair causing him to take a deep inhale. Maybe a lot of people would ask him why he didn't bring you back to Clementia or his bedroom (heavens no).

But the truth is….

His eyes darted down your face. You've been looking tired lately, in which he thinks you needed a walk in the small park to let your mind unwind. In his sleep deprived haze, he didn't realize that you both needed the rest. Your eyes heavy with eyebags as your breathing was even.

Thank the gods it wasn't anything. That he wasn't going to watch another one of his loved ones die infront of him.

His mind went blank. Died..? Infront of him..?

A small flash of someone's all too familiar face came into his mind, causing his head to ache.

Maybe he's just overthinking things and he's imagining it. He places his hand on yours. Gently giving it a squeeze. He wanted to say sorry for what he did. Suggesting that an all nighter would be great for you.

He was stupid for that, and yet..

Lucas' eyes started to feel heavy as he slowly drifts into sleep with you. Hand resting rather protectively on you. Just in case something happens.

Leo Kurosagi:

You're an idiot.

You're an utter idiot.

It makes him laugh that you think you can try and hide your exhaustion from him when he's clearly facial cleanliness 101??? you think that breakout of acne on your face or that stupid eyebags' going to be hidden with concealer?

It's laughable honestly.

"Honor roll" he called out to you the moment you reached Vagastrom, bringing that fuckton of books you planned to study while he's using your ability to spy on Alan and Tohma once more. "You came in late" he huffs, making you frown.

"I'm sorry-" you tried to apologize but he just pats the side of the couch he's sitting on. Bubblegum popping as he licks the remnants of it sticking on his lips. "Stop it with the apologies and just get here" he continued, as you languidly walk to him. If he didn't know any better, it's like you're imitating Subaru's walk when he's acting like a pick me.

"Are you okay?" was SUPPOSED to be what he was gonna ask, but the moment you sat down, he just draped his arm on your shoulder, pulling you close to him as he looks at the book you're reading. "You look like shit" was the one that came out, the hand using your shoulders as a resting spot forced you to look at him.

His critical eye examined your state, making him scrunch his nose. You look… terrible.

"What the hell Honor roll" he huffs some more, standing up and gripping on your wrist causing your books to fall out of your hand without proper weight distribution against you. "Leo!?" you squeaked when he started pulling you inside his room.

Fuck Alan and Tohma, they can go gyrate with one another, right now he needs to fix his tool before it breaks down.

"You're resting" he said, as if it's finalized without any repercussion from you, but you tried to pull away. Curse his gorilla ghoul strength!

"Leo - no!" You protest. Watching him open his bedroom and lock the door the moment you come inside. "I can't use you properly when you look like you've run out of oil" he rolls his eyes, pushing you down his bed.

You weren't surprised that his bed smells like heaven on earth especially with the paddings being so soft that you had freeze from complaining to him. He removed his jacket, throwing it at his chair before flopping down with you. Grabbing the remote to change his lights into a projection of the stars.

Your eyes widen as you watch the details of each star twinkle upon you… Has Leo ever told you about this?

He glanced at you as he pulls you into his arm, letting your head rest against it. "I use it when I can't sleep" he said, this time, without any judgement in his tone, which is unusual. But with the way he's been manhandling you to sleep, it wasn't.. so bad.

"I didn't know you cared for me that much" you laugh, nuzzling closer, it's a rare opportunity to cuddle with the grumpy influencer. But this made you fail to notice the way his heart started thumping faster and his cheeks slightly turning red at the close proximity.

"Don't fucking flatter yourself" he scoffs, hitting your head with his knuckle making you squeak. "I just didn't want my favorite toy to look like shit," he continued, as the blue luminesce of the sky started relaxing you.

"If you look ugly while I use you, I don't feel like doing it anymore" it was like he's' trying to save face, which made you chuckle gently as you started drifting to sleep.

"Goodnight Leo" you murmur, as you shut your eyes. He stares at you for a bit before pressing his lips on your forehead.

"Sweet dreams, idiot"

Alan Mido:

He's not one to get worried over tired students or classmates. He knows they all have their own thing going on…

So, why does it worry him immensely, when he saw how you've been glued to your books/Laptop for about 3 days now while he was working on some project that he randomly wanted to do. Like trying to find a way to put some privacy alarm in the car he uses to talk to Tohma after one of the first years decided to sneak in it and try to force out their plan of his?

"Honor roll" he called out, making you stop rereading your notes over and over again because none of the lecture slides were sticking in your head and you've been stuck at the same page for hours now. "Yeah?" you asked, a bit worried that he's going to you for… something.

Hopefully, it's not some weird mission again… your grades has been falling behind because of those stupid missions that aren't related to Kyklos or borderline fails because of circumstances that you can't even blame the school, or the ghouls for its fuck up.

Alan on the other hand looked restless. He just ended up staring at you with the same look that screams "I want to tell you something but I don't want to make it sound rude or stress you more"

"Alan" you give him a reassuring smile, "out with it" you urged, as you closed your laptop, hoping that it will ease the gentle giant of a captain.

"You've been studying a lot" he started, scratching the back of his neck. "You don't really good right now, maybe you should rest"

….

That's it? you thought to yourself, as you laugh at the back of your mind. You smile a little bit more, finding him really cute, honestly, how could he be feared that much by other students?

Then it reminded you of how fast he was in beating that ghost up after it almost made you fall to your death.

The thought made you shudder as you shook your head, looking back at him, Alan's right, you should rest. "How about you rest with me?" you asked, making him look at you with a confused expression. "You want to?" he clarified, making you sit down. "I remembered i bought some meatbuns from the cafeteria, and I was hoping to share it with you" Alan watched as you offer him the meatbun, it was cold but he didn't care. Sitting down besides you on the dingy couch just outside his room.

"Thank you" he said, waiting for you to take a bite first before he takes one. "How about you take it easy for today?" he asked again. Glancing back at Alan, he looked genuine with his concern. You know he is.

"Hm, I guess for you cap" you teased, flopping your head on his shoulder making him freeze. "I'll rest, if you rest with me"

Looking down at your cute face. He couldn't help but crack a smile at that.

"Alright, if it makes you rest"

Shohei Haizono:

Sho raises his eyebrow cause he never once saw someone eat his cooking so pitifully that it made him think of grabbing that food box away from you and throw it out just so he can make an even BETTER batch of his food. So you don't eat it like… that.

Like how you ask?

Like a fucking zombie-

"Senpai" he went to you, sitting down on the opposite side while you look like you're about to ascend to heaven… or hell for the matter because of your hunched posture, eyes looking like it's about to close shut for eternity and a skin so pale some people might mistake you for the rumored ghost lady roaming around darkwick.

You hum out of acknowledgement, making him worry more for you. He places his hand on top of yours, stopping you from eating that small portion that you took from your plate making you glance at him.

"How about I spoonfeed you instead?" he asked, worried about your state, but what he didn't realize was how it made your eyes widen and your brain to run 100 miles per hour.

"What?!" you squeaked out causing one of the rice to lodge into the wrong pipe and make you cough and gag on it. Sho's brows furrows out of concern, immediately opening the water bottle you purchased from him and giving it to you to drink.

After taking a large gulps of water, you managed to relax Sho decided to defibrillate your dying heart. "Are you okay?" he asked, using his clean hankerchief to wipe the rice that's hanging on your mouth. "I" your breath hitches, making you turn more beet red. He's so effortlessly flirty sometimes.

So much worse than a certain vice captain of Hotarubi…

"What do you mean by you wanted to spoon feed me?" you asked, trying to blink away the tears that unconsciously accumulated from coughing too hard. "It's just that" he places his hand on his cheek while staring at you. "It's my first time seeing you in a really shitty state senpai"

"You're usually smiling whenever you eat my cooking" his eyes softened at the memories of you moaning in delight after giving a try on his trial meals before he added it to the menu. Your enthusiastic response giving him the motivation he thought he never could have after everything.

This made you blush in contrast to his memory. You thought he was making fun of you so you looked down in shame.

This snapped him out of his blissful reminiscing, and turn his attention towards you with a more serious look, realizing that you might've gotten the wrong understanding of what he meant. "I thought that my food was starting to taste bad because of how you looked miserable eating it"

"It's not that!" you protested, glaring at him with a small huff. "I love your food always Sho! you make me eat too much!" you complained, making him laugh a bit.

"Well, I'm glad I'm keeping my future wife fed and plump yeah?" he answered, making your eyes widen and cheeks turn beet red. But there was Sho, who remained relaxed. Did he not know what he said..?

"Sho- you-" He cuts you off by cutting a small portion of your food once again and bringing it up to your lips.

"I'll help you out in your studies" he adds, smiling "Just make sure you finish my food, yeah?"

Subaru Kagami:

He noticed even before you showed any signs of fatigue, the way you're getting more than your usual tasks both in academics and observation duties. How could he not worry?

So, in his good nature, he paid you a visit, bringing some mochis you might like as well as Haku's teas. He knows its not sufficient as an energy provider, but he would use anything in his disposal to make you get some rest.

The walk to Clementia was quiet, his mind racing with thoughts about the next missions, which regrettably falls under his jurisdiction. He knows Cornelius is going to force you to accompany them when even before they were considered one of the houses that has the best teamwork, second only to Dionysia. The moment he walks closer to the almost pitiful state of a door. Giving it a knock before announcing his arrival.

"Honor roll?" he called out. He waits for a few seconds, no answers. This worries him. You're usually the type to immediately answer and open the door.

Especially for him…

hopefully.

He shook those weird possessive thoughts away and decided to push the door a bit, only for it to open slightly. This alerted him, summoning his artifact. He pushes it further. Seeing that everything else was only illuminated by the lights of the sun from outside. Where are you?

He walked further inside, going immediately to your room, trying to twist the door knob, it didn't budge. Causing him to knock on that door much more harsher than the door from outside. "Honor roll?" he called out once again, much more firmer this time. "It's Subaru" He stated as if it's not obvious by his voice.

"Are you okay there?" he asked, worry laced in his words as he twists the knob again, no answer. Should he break it down? his brows furrowed, thinking if he should just cover the expenses if ever he needed to do such a thing.

He snapped out of his trance when he heard shuffling inside, and a weak voice dinstinctly coming from you. "Coming" you answered, trying to push yourself from the seat you've been rotting at for the past few hours.

You gripped on the door, unlocking it, and opening it just to see Subaru's worried expression, oh what a sight for sore eyes. You forced a smile, despite your brain hazy from overworking.

"Suba…" you tried to call him out only for your vision to suddenly get shrouded with darkness. Subaru immediately catching you, "Honor roll?!" he gripped on you, trying to keep you from falling flat on the floor. You're burning up!"

"Honor roll!!" Subaru's panicked voice was the last thing you heard before your body decided to force itself to shut down.

Subaru's heart almost died when you fell into his arms, body too warm than of a human, he had to grip on you with one arm and place the food aside,scooping you up so he can go inside.

The first thing he noticed was how hot the room is, making him flinch. It's summer yet there was no signs of insulation anywhere, the only opening was the window upstairs, aside from that there's not much to work here. Everything is so… dirty.

He decided to place you on the couch, immediately pushing every ventilation system he open up. Aside from humidity, he noticed that your clothes were all over the place. Papers of what seems to be…. reports? revisioned reports of every mission you were in and a few that were assignments.

Even if he was incredibly curious he avoided the one with reports and went straight into sweeping up everything else. Reading the a few assignments and wondering why you even threw them out in the first place. After cleaning up a bit, he could finally take care of you.

You were still there, motionless, but when you were still breathing and sweating a lot. He had to grab the cleanest bowl he can find and fill it up with water, then grabbing a clean towel just to douse it in there. Sitting on the floor as he gently wipes your body. His hand dabbing at every crevices of your body. Yes, he's worried about accidentally activating his stigma when he's touching you. However, he made sure that the only thing touching you was the towel, and his sleeves.

And even if he did read… anything about you, he can forget about it. What's more important is that your fever subsides, and he'll be damned if he just leaves you to your devices when its clear that you can't even take care of yourself.

He can't blame you though.

Subaru sighs, after fully wiping you down to let the heat of your body get out. He drenched the towel once again, squeezing it till it's not dripping, folding it into a square before placing it on your forehead. "You're the most abused by the insitution than anyone else here" he muttered, his sadness evident in his voice. If there's even anything else he can do.

But only Haku has Darkwick's trust and even then, he only has so little authority to do anything. Or so, that's what he says.

After he was done managing your fever, he went to rummage in the nearby storage, managing to find a fan that he used to help circulate air in the room.

It only took him a few hours to do a deep cleaning, he went to chat Sho about buying take out in case you woke up hungry. Explaining the situation to him and causing the first year to worry.

"Serious? I'll be there asap" he texted, after that, the conversation ended. Subaru dipped the towel into the cold water he made, putting it back on your forehead once again. The last time he checked your fever stabilized, still high but not as high as earlier when he felt your whole body burning.

Deciding that everything was squeaky clean, he decided to go to your study desk to see the reason why you even started an all nighters and based on the information he collected around your room, it was three straight days without sleep since when he went upstairs of your bed, seeing that it was the only thing untouched.

Then he heard a beep of a motor outside, causing his thoughts to stop. He went down to see Sho with the plastic bag filled with the order that he knows you usually eat.

He thanked Sho, grabbing it while rummaging in his pocket for money, only for Sho to stop him. "It's my treat," he answered with a smile. "She's been working hard right?" he asked, looking Behind Subaru to see you resting, peacefully atleast."It was our House's fault that she got tired"

"Really?" Subaru's eyes widened, the papers that were drafts of reports for the duties you've done as their observer was Vagastrom's mission? Sho's expression turned solemn, scratching the back of his neck. "One of them almost killed her" he went straight to the point. Subaru knows that Vagastrom's specialty was more on aggressive anomalies, but were they always forced to handle one of the most dangerous? the one that can actively harm humans?

So why were you dispatched there?

"I see…" was the only words Subaru can muster. "I'm guessing she still hasn't given the final draft for the report?" he asked, causing Sho to shake his head. "She did-" he answered, his hand rubbing on his chin, thinking of what hour did you sent it to him cause Alan sucks at mobile.

"Around 5 am?" his eyes widens at the realization. "Don't tell me she's been up till that?" he asked in disbelief. "Three nights" he corrected. Sure, he should've felt bad cause it wasn't Sho's fault, but still…

He sighs, "I'm sorry" guilt evident on his face making him put both of his hands together. "I know it's not my place to say anything but-"

"No, i get it" Sho cut him off, "I'll submit the paperwork in her behalf" he continued, as he hops into his motor, not wasting time to proof read it if there's any problem. Cause if there were the fault lies on you. "Tell her that, and Subaru?" he placed his helmet on. "Tell her not to do that again, or I'll convince Alan not to take her anymore"

"I got it" he answered, waving goodbye at Sho.

He's a good man, Subaru thought before making his way to you. Realizing the discussion had woken you up, your eyes looking at him groggily.

"Good morning" he greeted, smiling at you. "Suba..?" you called out, trying to move into a sitting position, however doing that gave you a bit of a headache. You didn't even realize the towel falling down your forehead, perfectly being caught By Subaru mid fall. "Relax, you're still sick" Subaru added, placing the warm food down.

You never felt so relaxed in your sleep. You didn't know who was helping you out, but with the way they were taking care of you, treating you like a fragile flower after being in dozens of missions where the other ghouls treated you like a ragdoll. It was a nice change of pace.

You were only awoken when you heard muffled voices. The first voice definitely was from Subaru and the other is…

Sho? You thought to yourself, forcing your eyes to open despite fatigue screaming at you to sleep more. "Was that Sho?" you asked, with the food that you absolutely love eating when you go to his truck, it's also warm. So he probably came by.

"Yes" he confirmed, grabbing the spoon and swirling the hot warm food for it to mix. "Can you drink water first?" he asked, glancing at you.

You pouted, you're not incapacipated enough to not be able to do that. So you grabbed the nearby water bottle and started chugging it down, you didn't even realize you were thristy.

"How did you get here?" you asked, wiping the excess water on your lips. Subaru who was sitting down besides while preparing your food a bit with just a bit of stirring. "I went here because I noticed you've been overworking" he answered, glancing at you.

"But you weren't really working with me though?" you added, confused. If you remember the events, you've been running around. That's it, so how would Subaru observe you all the time if you've been bolting from faculty, class, and such?

"I just -" You noticed a faint blush on Subaru's cheek, or was it your imagination? you're still sick after all. "I always end up observing you sometimes, and I got worried when your eyebags were more evident"

He stopped stirring, blowing on the scoop of food he got before bringing to your mouth, "And you were often out of it" he added, you unconsciously opened your mouth, eating the food he offered and humming in delight. Sho's food is always top tier!

Back to the matter. You gulped down the food, letting it warm your insides up. "You ended up observing me and noticing how i look bad?" you joked causing him to start shooking his head along with his hands. "No of course not!" he said panicking

"No matter what state you're in you're always going to be the most beautiful woman I've laid my eyes upon Honor roll" he said it so fast that it took awhile to register in your head. "So don't accuse me of ever thinking you're less than that" he added, making your eyes widen and stare at him.

…

..

.

"What?" you choked on your own saliva, cheeks burning while Subaru didn't even notice what he just said. Or maybe he knows?

Subaru on the other hand, was so worked up at the thought of ever offending you that he let his mouth just tell you how he feels.

How he TRULY feels.

It took him a few moments to realize what he just said that the spoon dropped on the floor. His brain registering what he said, making his expression turn from angry to horror.

"I-" his cheeks started to burn, "I- let me clean this spoon!" he stood up, grabbing it from the floor before retreating to the sink. "For the mean time! Honor roll pleasegotrysippingthefoodimsureit'snotthathot" he said in such a hastened state. You tried to stop him only for him to dash into your kitchen.

Did he actually meant what he said? your brain was rushing once again only for it to overheat and give you a piercng headache. Fuck.

You flinched, deciding to relax and follow his orders, sipping on the warm soup to ease it up.

You can ask him what he meant… maybe when you're feeling better.

For now, you'll try to get better.

Subaru vigorously cleaned the spoon, mentally hitting himself for even saying such a thing, it sounds like a confession, maybe he can say he lied? no stupid! that's just plain mean!

He sighs as he forces himself to relax, now finishing to clean up a spoon. You know, it shouldn't take 15 minutes to clean a spoon. Subaru hopes you don't think he's avoiding you purposely (he is)

He just needed to unwind. If anything, maybe he should ask you about the events as to why you even overworked in the first place. Sure it's usual for you but it doesn't reach to the point your body forces you to rest.

When he came back. You looked or rather, acted like nothing happened, making him relax and go sit down. "I'm sorry for that" he bowed slightly. "I didn't mean to act like a child"

Yeah. This should work, he can fix his emotions that he feels about you when you feel better. He thought to himself, looking up, you gave him a bright smile, making his heart skip a beat. "It's alright Suba, I'm grateful you came here to take care of me" you added sheepishly, placing the empty cup of soup down. "You're the Captain of Hotarubi, and yet you willingly make time to come visit"

Subaru chuckles to himself dryly, placing his hands on his lap. "Well, doesn't it feel more like Haku is the one leading?" he murmured, but it was loud enough for you to hear. "I don't think so" you countered. "You're in that position because you're capable of being a captain"

"I think that's an impressive feat" you praised him, he glances back at you. Heart soaring at the compliment. "Is… that how you feel about me?" he asked, hoping it wasn't a joke on your part. You couldn't help but blush a bit, after all the missions you've been with Hotarubi ghouls, He was always the one that you trusted the judgement of.

Of course you trusted him.

"Yes" you answered, truthfully, Subaru didn't say anything and you're afraid if you stare at him again you'll get lost at his beauty so you decided to just stare at the tea that was in the plastic.

Hearing a bit of rustling, you glanced at what Subaru was doing, the towel he grabbed earlier, placed inside the Bowl, squeezed and folded again.

He decided to lean down to your level, placing it on your forehead. "Do you want me to wipe you up Honor roll?" he asked, this time you see the gentleness, is this how he was looking at you when you passed out?

"My, my Subaru" you grinned "Who am i to refuse?"

Haku Kusanagi:

He really wants to smoke.

The itch comes back whenever he's feeling stressed out. And he knows himself. He will always take the easiest way out. No matter what happens.

But you weren't like that.

You always do your work in the most honest, all by the book. You were so ridiculously collaborative with everyone even though it's so obvious they're using you. But he guessed he can't really put a fault in honest work.

He was far away from Hotarubi, if anything, he wandered into Frostheim's domain. The past reminding him of the time he found solace in smoking there. Leaning on the cold wall just perfectly hidden was the area where he takes his breaks. Taking out a cigar, he wanted to place one in his mouth till he heard some commotion from the inside causing him to get curious.

The commotion seemed to have been coming just near the balcony, a smash of something fragile and Jin's voice beckoning the other to get out of their sight. When he heard that, he thought about what unfortunate soul got into the Frost prince's bad side again.

Getting curious, he walked nearby the door, seeing you in tears, rushing away. His eyes widens; Instinctively grabbing you by the wrist and making you whip your head back to see him.

"Haku?" you said, voice shaky. He kept his smile, a gentle one that he hoped would help you ease up. "Hey" he answered when you finally relaxed yourself.

Putting two and two together wasn't so hard for Haku, especially after he and Yuri left; the only people Jin trusts was you and Tohma. "You got yelled at?" he asked, making you freeze on the spot and wipe your tears. "Yeah-its complicated"

Ah, so you didn't wanna talk about it. That's quite alright. He noticed that your skin looked more paler than usual, making him flip your arm to compare his tone to yours. He's pale himself so you being more paler makes him worry. Have you been resting?

"Are you okay?" he asked, worried about your situation. If he remembered from his "sources" You were supposed to pick Jin for the important mission of capturing the one that cursed you. Kyklos. Of course, he was there and all, but during the chase he lost contact with you and a few ghouls…

And Rui ended up destroying that one final path left. Leaving you with nothing but despair.

Haku grips on your wrist, his worry evident when you glance at his face but only after a few seconds, his grip loosens up,"Take it easy princess" he says, giving you his signature charming smile. "How about I take you out for today?"

You look away, "I don't feel like it" Haku didn't feel offended by that but he wanted to insist. "It'll help you"

"Help me what?" you glare at him, but he leans to kiss your hand, dissolving any negativity in your heart. Curse his charms and his goodlooks.

"Help you process your emotions" he answered, turning your hand to place it on his cheek. "Don't you wanna rest up with me?" he whispered, making your heart skip a beat.

Haku ended up acquiring a permit to leave the campus. Of course you didn't know how he did it so fast. Considering even General students have to fight tooth and nail to get it, and so much more for ghouls since they were a hazard to public safety.

You rather not think about it, deciding to just put it as… one of Haku's amazing tricks.

Haku tapped his card to ride the expressway, waiting for you on the other side. He was admiring how cute you looked in your uniform. Honestly maybe he should try making you try out other cosplays and what not… like a cute ruqun styled in the best colors that would fit you…

Or maybe nothing at all-

He could hear Zenji's voice in his head berating him for being a perverted lout. His sweat dropped, realizing that he should probably keep his head out of the gutter before you invite him into your bed.

…Hopefully you will someday.

"Where are we going?" you asked, snapping him out of his thoughts as the expressway train comes making a stop. A few darkwick students coming out and ignoring them.

"There's a cat cafe I've been seeing that's trending around tiktok" he answered, opening his phone while you both find a seat before the train leaves. You look at his tiktok with a blank face before glancing at him. He raises his eyebrow, confused why you're looking at him like that.

"Haku" you called out, making him put his phone down. "Yes?"

"Aren't the campus cats enough cats for one day?" you answered making him stare at you with that stupid expression.

"I… never thought about that" he answered sheepishly.

You both ended up in Ikeburo instead. A request that came from you. Since Darkwick is such a dingy old place, there wasn't much trending there. Perhaps you were a bit of a "Leo" yourself when nightfalls, that's where the most populated city in tokyo starts to "come alive"

Your eyes shone, admiring the way that it was crowded, reminding you of the time before you were cursed and your love for going out or rather atleast being able to absorb everything of the outside world that was aside from academics (where you're surrounded by the same tens and thousands of darkwick students) and missions (where you're trying to fend for your life, not being able to admire outside)

You were so invested in looking around, being all too happy to see your favorite stores that you didn't notice Haku's little smile while following you from behind, hands in his jacket. Luckily for him, he acquired enough allowance to spoil you.

You wanted a dress? He'd buy it for you no problem, even if it's expensive. Even if you felt incredibly bad for spending his money and yet he insist.

"Haku…" you frown, watching him buy the red dress you've been eyeing on. "Are you sure?" you asked, tugging his sleeve and giving him that guilty look.

It made his heart twinge; focus, Haku.

"Of course princess" he laughs, as the cashier places the dress in the bag. It was expensive but all for his princess. The way your eyes brightened up got him addicted to seeing that expression every time something caught your pretty self.

"If you say so…" you still hesitated, grabbing the bag that had a pretty famous logo on it, even with allowance or a job, you never dreamt of buying a brand like this. "Let's go?" he asked, looking down, it looked like he wanted to hold hands. You immediately clasps your hand on his the moment he started walking, feeling it twitch on you before wrapping it around yours as well.

You didn't really see Haku's expression, but you did notice his ears turning bright red. "Haku are you okay?" you asked,walking towards his side and yet he looks away, having you fail to see his expression. "I'm fine princess" he answered.

Haku did NOT know why you started holding his hand out of nowhere, he only had it dangling to his side and you came in like thor's hammer, intertwining your fingertips on his. If he even mentioned it, you're gonna notice and he won't have that.

As you two walk through the crowd, it wasn't a problem since people were polite enough to have two way walks where they stay in one lane going and leaving. Haku's eyes darts back to you, no matter how pretty the scenery is in Ikeburo, the bustling and hustling of each person was white noise for him, all he was hearing was your gasps of excitement, how you almost geek out whenever you find something of your interest.

He saw the expression you gave him, you were having fun.

So much better than seeing the way you cried after being dismissed by Jin. After the Frost prince threw you out like that. Like you were nothing.

It made his heart clench, unsure if it's sadness or contempt for what happened. Was he mad that he was the one that picked up the pieces of your broken heart? You always somewhat favored Jin out of every ghoul in your arsenal. Even if some ghouls would put their lives for you.

… Like him.

He would kill just to see you be better to FEEL better. Just like the time he first met you. He was the first ghoul that found you after all. Of course excluding Taiga cause he did almost kill you off by throwing you out the train.

You honestly didnt't know what's going on with Haku's brain. You've been doing most of the tweaking out, enjoying almost everything.

Everything that you took advantage of before Darkwick encaged you from the world. Being able to binge shop, play arcade games, see anyone else. Maybe Haku's bored cause he gets permits so easily? is that it?

You frowned; glancing at him, and honestly that was such a bad mood cause he was staring at you back. Not even understanding what expression he was making but he looked… content.

On what? watching on the sidelines? He never once dragged you somewhere he liked, it was mostly you, you you, not him.

Worry stirs into your heart, maybe you're just dragging him around, you two were close sure. But friends are always give and take, for example if you did something you like, you do something you like.

But right now, he's just been accomodating all your whims, without any complaints about how you're expensive and all, it almost feels like a…

Like a…

You stop walking, tugging Haku with you. He stops, looking back at you with a confused expression, but easily noticing how you look flustered, hand sweating with his.

"Princess? are you okay?" he asked, going close to you to the point that just a few inches you could wrap your arm around his. Like a boyfr-

"Is this a" you stutter, looking up to him "is this a date?" you finally got it out of your head. Oh god, this would be so embarassing if Haku laughed and told you it's not, I mean WHY would it be? He saw you crying as a good friend he would want to like, you don't fucking know?! be a good friend?

"Forget it" you answered yourself, almost letting his hand go till you felt him hold your hand much more firmer, you look up to him. Eyes wide. You know, you never realized it, but…

Aside from being handsome, he's incredibly easy to see when he's flustered

"Listen" he bought you out of your trance. "I do want to date you princess" he confessed, his thumb rubbing your palm, as if trying to ease you up, but in reality it was giving him comfort to try and confess to you.

"Why else do you think I bought you out here?" he asked, in a confused tone. You glare at him with a little huff. Hitting his side making him fake an "ow"

"Because you're always flirting!" you complained. It's true! If Haku kept flirting with you, obviously how would you take him seriously. "Even when we first met you were like that!"

"Love at first sight?" He got hit again.

You ended up wrapping your arms around his, pulling him close, now you two feel more closer… like how a girlfriend and boyfriend would be.

Haku lets you, he knows that you might not be ready, but that's alright. He can wait. Processing takes time and,

He'll make sure you will have more time.

Zenji Kotodama:

You were walking into Hotarubi's forest, almost getting lost honestly, till you heard the strumming of a guitar (?) and a soft melody of some kind of play. You were sure it was Zenji.

Getting out of that forest, you stumbled upon him getting wet just sitting down floating(?) on the edge of the wooden flooring that you're sure is going to get moldy at one point.

"Zenji!" You called out. Out of every ghoul you've met, Zenji was by far a breath of fresh air. He always worries about you, has your back and often stops Haku from his sexual harasser jokes.

Zenji stopped playing, turning his head to you, giving you such a bright enthusiastic smile "Girl!" He doesn't move from his seat, seeing as you have a umbrella of your own. Perfect

"Why are you out here?" you asked, squatting beside him cause the floor's wet, shielding him from the pouring rain. His eyes gaze into yours, that gentle yet tense stare he gives. You're not sure if he was admiring you or analysing you…

Maybe both?

"I just wanted to feel fresh air my girl!" he answered, chirping at every word that came out of his mouth, placing the guitar down and dipping his feet into the water. Although he can't really feel it nor did the water move around his feet. It did remind him still of the olden days when he was younger, where he and Jiro would compete with one another on who gets to splash higher and getting drenched in the process.

Going home all wet and scolded by the maids, ah the good old times. Zenji's eyes darted back to you. "What brings you here?" he parroted your question back. A grin flashed on your face as if you're about to make the most stupidest joke ever

"i just want to feel fresh air! my Zenji!" you tease him causing both of you to giggle at the stupidity. The way you said "My zenji" made his dead heart thump and honestly? Maybe he would've liked it when he was alive but…

It worries him that you would be another reason as to why he can't rest in peace. He pushed those dark thoughts at the back of his mind. Deciding that since you were here. He didn't want to depart with regrets of ever pushing you away.

Then his attention darts into your face and well, more like, almost everything? You look like a mess… a pretty mess of course! but still. He hovered his hand on your cheek, letting his fingertips go through your face but he didn't care. "My (love) dear have you been resting properly?"

Ah

You were caught.

Zenji noticed the sheepish smile, and the way you tried to deflect the question by going on a tyriad of useless excuses. Making him sigh, oh if only he can give you a pat on the head. "You don't need to lie to me" he calls out, grabbing his instrument once again as he plays the first few notes. "You can always tell me my girl, if something is bothering you.

That was the least he could do.

"I guess some stuff started clashing and I haven't really gotten the best amount of sleep." you answered, the rain almost growing heavy the moment you finished. Sometimes you want to theorize whether it resonates with random people's emotions cause it does fit the bill.

Your thoughts were stopped when you heard Zenji hum, a familiar tune you've heard from past folk lores you've heard him sing. It was… what was that?

"The tale of the bamboo cutter?" you answered a unknowing question, Zenji continued to strum the strings. "I'm surprised you know one of the pieces I created!" he beams at you.

"What do you think of that tale?" he asked, you didn't even realize that Zenji was distracting you, letting you unwind with him even if it's under the rainy skies of Hotarubi. You had a few minutes to think about it. How the girl was the only child of the poor parents, and her beauty being the only factor that most men see in him. She didn't even want to leave earth, and yet she was forced to…

"I think it's unfair" you said, looking at yourself on the lake that was rippling the image of you. "If I were her, I'd want to fight" you added that, causing Zenji to freeze for a few seconds before continuing to strum, music heals the soul, he thought, while he can't heal your physical fatigue, he can help with your mental fatigue. After all…

Music heals the heart.

"Is that so, my friend?" he chuckles, "Even when the princess' wasn't supposed to be there in the first place?" he added, looking at you, and your.. beauty.

Oh how the most prettiest view would never compare to what you have. That even he, a poet cannot describe how he feels.

"She already established a life there! friends! a loving family! people who actually…care" you ranted, and yet when you glance at Zenji, he looked as if he's silently agreeing. "Zenji-"

You frown, "Hey do you feel like her?" you asked, now thinking about it. Zenji's soul has always been weak, if he loses more of himself. Wouldn't he simply vanish, just like Princess Kaguya?

Zenji remained silent as the strums of his strings continued, creating a beautiful melody. "Oh my girl, you have the most observant eyes"

Shouldn't it be you? You thought to yourself, looking at where he's looking, the drops of rain pitter and pattering on the pavement, and the water itself. Maybe that's one of the reasons why you like it here. The constant rain tunes out any overthinking you were having outside of Hotarubi.

The people are nicer than Frostheim, the weather is constant despite it being just rain unlike Jabberwock, The people aren't hostile or under some kind of tyranny unlike Sinostra, you don't fear the forest unlike Obscuary, you don't feel like youre being constantly watched unlike Dionysia, you're not seeing a certain fuckass influencer unlike Vagastrom. And most of all…

Your eyes didn't tear from gazing at him. Zenji, the one that capture your heart. Even if he was a ghost, you still fell for him. Not because of his looks, or his charms as a gentleman. But because he's Zenji.

Your heart soared as your eyes twinkled, that must be it, you loved him, It was as if every fatigue you felt vanished, finally sitting down, not caring if your uniform got drenched, you leaned closer to Zenji.

"Zenji I-"

"Must get going" he interrupted as he stood up. Seeing Haku approaching. "Saburo must be looking for something to eat" he lied, Saburo doesn't eat, but you didn't even see his expression, as if he's cutting you off from his life after healing your soul.

"Take care, my dear" he bid farewell. Not even looking back at you. Not even bothering to see what he was doing was breaking your fucking heart.

The soul he was mending a few minutes ago.

"Princess" Haku called out, jogging towards you with a umbrella in hand. "What are you doing here?" he asked, confused as you stood up, he immediately noticed that your uniform was wet. "You're drenched" he frowns, going closer to you. "Let's share an umbrella" he urged, as you looked down. "But Zenji-" you tried to protest., looking at Haku with tear filled eyes. But you were met with a blank expression.

"Zenji?" he asked, looking confused. "Who?"

Jo Kongoza:

My my…

What do we have here? Jo thought, seeing you faceplanting on the study table in the library. He was hoping to find some new magazines to help obscuary with their "Mid" outfit problem. But it seems like you wanted to help yourself.

Jo sighs, as he grabs the nearest seat, sitting down besides you. His eyes focuses on the magazine that you were looking at, and the way your face was cringing most likely from a nightmare. It made him chuckle.

"No… don't take that outfit it looks stupid.." you mumble to yourself, making his smile grow wider. "Oh how cute"

He deftly tries to pull the magazine off your sleeping face and slip in a small pillow that he usually brings whenever he wants to go off and wander into some random place and sleep there.

Lucky for you!

You settled in on that soft pillow, wrapping your arms around it; burying your face into the softness, making his heart soar at how freakishly adorable you are.

It makes him wanna play with you and do something to make you dream of him.

He goes to check on the magazine you've been skimming. Honestly… Not bad! he hums, reading the articles of how clothing attracts women, what clothing would attract them. Now that makes him think. Do you think he's attractive?

What are these thoughts? he frowned, maybe looking at the magazine was bad cause he's starting to assume how to change for you to like him back. He closed the magazine, deciding to just glance at you. fingertips brushing away the hair covering your sleeping face.

His eyes narrows, have you been sleeping properly? you don't look good…

His actions made you stir up, but he didn't pull away, hand still hovering your cheek as you wake up. "Good morning sunshine" he greets, almost teasing causing you to jolt up right. "Jo!?" you squeak out. He laughs pulling his hand back and placing his chin on his palm. "You were sleeping so soundly" he hummed, "I had to come accomapny you"

"Why are you here?" you asked immediately, feeling embarassed cause how can you just randomly doze off especially when you're in the library! you're so lucky the librarian was kind enough to ignore that stupid rule of not sleeping there.

"Rui was complaining to me on how mid the clothes for your upcoming mission was" he looks down, opening where you dozed off. "You into this?"

The page was in some alt to punk style, making you stare at it blankly. "No--"

"I was looking based on who I was going with" you explained, going closer to him, and pointing at the punk style. "Don't you think Lyca would look really cool in Punk style?"

Jo hummed in acknowledgement, giving you that charming smile he had when you first met him. "Oh that is true! you have your way with fashion cutie"

That nickname really gets your heart pumping.

"A- anyways" you stuttered. grabbing the magazine. "I just wanted to look into it" you look away. "You didn't need to accompany me while I dozed for a bit"

"Oh" he crosses his legs "I want to cutie, after all, Rui asked me and I can't turn it down when I heard you'd be a host too!" he says, "You're pushing yourself too much cutie" his hand goes closer to your face, making you freeze as he swipes his thumb under your eye. "Look at you," he frowns, looking incredibly worried. "You have eyebags, if that gets bigger it'll be harder to hide with a concealer"

You winced. "It's not that bad…" you pout but Jo went through his small bag, grabbing a pocket mirror and letting you see yourself.

Oh.

You definitely do not look peachy.

The way you touch your face like a sad victorian woman who found acne made him laugh and look away. You glare at him, closing the mirror. "What are you laughing at" you whined as he composes himself. "Nothing it's just" he said, voice high pitched cause he's trying his damndest not to laugh.

"Jo!"

You two ended up going back to Clementia cause he managed to urge you to get some rest for today and that he'll take care of the outfits along with yours. "Are you really sure Jo?" you asked, trying to glance at him but you just felt his hands on your shoulder, pushing you more as you walk closer to Clementia.

"Of course cutie!" he exclaimed, he had turned into his female form, pretty hair swaying from the wind. "You have to trust me" he purred into your ear causing you to shudder. "Don't do that!" you huff as you open Clementia's door.

"Do you wanna stay for awhile?" you asked, noticing he was staying on the same spot. He blinks, cheeks turning slightly pink as he twirls his fingers on his hair. "Oh are you inviting me in your bed?" he teased causing you to slam the door. "Nevermind goodnight-"

"Waitt!" he whines, going up the stairs and knocking. "I won't do anything bad please cutie!" he said half laughing at the little antics you both were doing.

You couldn't help but smile behind that door, unlocking and opening it slowly. "Fine" Jo beams, pushing the door slightly and going in. "Wanna have a girl sleep over?"

"A girl's sleepover?" you asked, confused, but Jo just grabbed your wrist. "I noticed you don't have any female friends!" he chirped, pulling both your hands together with his. He looked too excited, you never see Jo like this before.

Or maybe because he's quite one of the newer ghouls you met. Even Elias you met long ago, just… never interacted much.

"I can be a substitute to that" he pulls you more, "I bought enough things for myself, so you don't need to worry about sharing a bed" he added, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. "What if I want you to sleep with me?" you said unconsciously.

"Oh" was the only thing you heard from Jo while he had asked you to sit down on your own couch. "I.. I'll go make some hot chocolate?" he asked, placing his hand on his hips. You nodded, as he made his way out to your kitchen.

"A sleepover? huh.." you murmured to yourself.

Jo's cheeks were beet red while he's making two mugs of swiss miss. He didn't even thought about sleeping in the same bed as you, maybe you were just joking? or out of it? Either way, he probably needs to use a few pillows for a barrier between both of you.

The moment he finishes, you heard him bring the two mugs to the table, the rain started to pour, a really good time for cuddling while drinking hot choco.

…

What were you thinking? you shook your head , slapping both of your cheeks making Jo glance at you. "You okay?" he asked, as you grabbed the warm swiss miss. Drinking it slowly, it warmed up your whole body, making you relax.

After a comfortable silence, Jo spoke up. "You know" he glanced at you. "You should learn how to relax and rely on others" This made you stop using the mug's warmth for your cold hands. "What do you mean?" you asked. Raising your head up to face him. "If I didn't come and push you back to Clementia, would you have been brainstorming about what outfit would best fit each of your friends?" he asked, making you ponder the question.

"Maybe I would probably have to ask someone to help with recreating it." you mutter, not so confident with your plan cause truth be told, you're no master of clothing. So you can't sew. Even if you can, the mission was 2 days away and you had to make like what? four?

"See" Jo chuckles, but it wasn't out to humiliate you. "Rui went to ask me for help, and you know the guy" he places his empty cup down. "He only asks for help when he truly needed it. Maybe he wanted to make sure this mission is a success since you're here"

You gripped on the mug, Rui? him? he…

"Then why did he fail?" you whispered to yourself, feeling your voice wavering even if it's soft already. Jo frowned, realizing he fucked up by mentioning that. "Don't worry" he soothed. "Why don't we clean up? so we can start our little girl's night?" he shifted topic, standing up and opening his bag. "What you truly need right now is good rest!" he chirped.

"Do you want a massage?" he said, putting his hair into a bun. That made you intrigued, as you sat on the bed. "A massage?" you wanted to confirm, Jo who was stretching already. "Yeah, when I was holding your shoulders, it felt stiff" he added placing his hands on your shoulders and giving it a squeeze and making you wince.

You huff, feeling his gaze pierce through your body. "Lay down!" he pushes you on the bed, "Okay okay!" you huff, fixing your position and relaxing.

"Usually Masseurs would pour oil on their client's body but even in this form, I'm a little uncomfortable trying to undress you" Jo bit down to add a teasing remark "Even if i wanted to" as he places his hands on your back, starting his massage from top to bottom. Jo continued to talk but in hushed tone as if he's making some kind of ASMR.

It was oddly working though, your eyes feeling heavy and Jo's incredible massaging skills lulling you to sleep.

After Jo was finished, he wipes his sweat, seeing you all relaxed and asleep made him smile. That was worth doing. He tucks you in, fixing up his stuff that he used during the massage.

As he finishes up, he goes to sit down on the empty side of the bed, removing his bun and switching into pajamas.

"Finally…" he flops on your side, seeing you face him, looking so peaceful made his heart jump a bit. Is this the sight that he wants to see when he grows older? if you ever accept his-

He shook his head, jumping into fantasies like that wouldn't do him go. He leans closer, grabbing the blanket but careful enough not to pull it off you, he leans closer, face hovering on your sleeping form, he leans to kiss your forehead. "Sleep tight cutie" he mutters, placing his hand on top of yours.

Elias Pratt:

Flowers of every kinds are beautiful in their own ways. Elias thought, as he hums a song that's been stuck in his head for quite awhile. Lost in his thoughts, he only snapped out the moment the floor started getting wet after he accidentally overwatered it.

"Oh dear" He sighs, stopping the water hose, not bothered by it; however, overwatering can kill these beautiful flowers. He touches one of the petals, gently swiping his thumb on it. "It would be a shame to have such a beautiful type of flower wilt" he said to himself.

"What's beautiful?" a familiar voice called from behind him, making him glance at you. "Oh, Honor roll, you scared me" He teases, giving you a smile.

"Lies, I know you" you retort back, seeing the mess he made. "Were you distracted when you were watering these flowers?" you asked, touching the stem of the red roses. "They're not supposed to be overwatered" you said in a matter-of-fact tone. Some ghouls would probably take that as offensive if he was anything but patient.

Plus, he finds it cute when you try to educate him. Every insight from people can have valuable information. Even if one thinks of it as useless.

"I fear my head was up in the clouds" he said in his oh so pitiful tone, making you giggle. He stares at you for a second, noticing the little signs of exhaustion, such as your hair looking a bit frizzy, your eyes having eyebags and the way you look like you're anemic.

He observes you quietly, you look a little droopy. Your hands carrying what seems to be a report (a thick one) nestled on the side of your hip. "Going to the faculty room?" he asked, tilting his head. You followed his eyes to where he's staring. "Oh you mean this?" you grabbed the clear folder and showed him only the title. It was the report paper for the mission you were just in. And if he's correct, this mission was finished 5 days ago.

"Have you been up doing this Honor roll?" he asked, lacing his voice with gentleness, he's not mad about you doing all nighters, but you really do look like a mess; and that won't do.

The way you freeze and refuse to look at him confirmed his suspicion, eyes narrowing while he's staring at you. "Well- I haven't been sleeping well for the past few days cause you know…"

Elias does know, he holds your hands gently, causing your hands to freeze. "How about I accompany you to the faculty and Let's go out for today?" he said.

"Oh, you don't need to" you stutter, blushing at how warm his hands are. "I insist, sweet thing" he rubs his thumbs on your palms. "It's the least I could do"

Unfair…

It's unfair when he uses those words against you.

In the end, you two made your way to the faculty room, Professor Dante being the one who accepts the paperwork since Hyde and the others aren't around. The next stop would be Cornelius. Elias told you to stay outside and he'd speak with the short man himself.

Honestly, you're more than willing to stay outside. If he sees you, what stupid mission is he gonna get you entangled with again?

It hasn't even been 10 minutes and Elias emerged with two permits, giving one to you as well. "That was fast" you said, tucking the paper inside the bag you bought. "headmaster cornelius is easy to talk with" he answered rather vaguely, causing you to wonder what he said that made him acquire it in such a short time.

You looked at him as you both walk into the expressway. But it seemed like he wasn't keen on saying anything about it.

When you arrived to the express station, Elias was greeted warmly with a loud meow by the station cat. They seem to like him a lot as he gives them a head pat, rubbing the edges of their ears and cooing at them.

Oh you wish that was you…

What are you saying.

You tap the card, waiting for Elias to finish talking with the kitty as he taps his. "Some of the roads are blocked off" he mentioned, the train getting there immediately. "Apparently there was a huge accident that occurred in Osaka" he lets you go inside first and sat in a circular table. "That's a shame, i was hoping to take our little date out there" he sighs but it didn't have any emotions into it.

Ignoring the fluttering feeling of your heart when he said it was a date, you glanced outside as the loud announcement said that it will be departing. "Where are we going exactly?

"Somewhere" he looks outside. You huffed. "This can be considered as kidnapping you know"

He chuckles, looking back at you with that mischevious glint in his eyes. "You're not a child and I didn't force you willingly , my dear"

Ugh…

that nickname again.

You reached a place that you were unfamliar with, but it seems like it was somewhere with a clear lake and a pretty big hous - actually more like a mansion? An tall brown haired man popped out of the big door, bowing to Elias in a fist-to-hand salute. "Lord Elias" the former murmured his name in reverence.

"Lord Elias?" you thought as Elias brushed off the nickname. "Just Elias is fine" he said as you both were guided inside. "Wait… Lord??"

Did Elias own this place?

As if hearing your confusion, Elias offered his hand as you accept it, he pulls you close to his side. "I'm just a heir to this, nothing more" he answered. The butler was talking about how Darkwick has been helping them with sealing his disappearance… yada yada

but it never occured to you that Elias might be of noble birth? He was playing a Janitor's role for fucks sake so why would it ever occur to you that he was?!

When you both reach the inside, Elias sat down on the tatami mat, urging you to come sit with him. You glared at him as you sit down, a maid placing food that was definitely not something you can buy on the streets, and most likely high quality that you can't afford even if you tried to work for more than 50 years of your life. "You did not tell me about this!"

Elias pokes the mochi with his fork, that isn't how you should eat mochi but sure… "It was irrelevant, I'm sorry my dear" he says , but he's not sorry for one bit.

"Why did you take me here?" you asked, hesitating to eat such… fancy food. But you had to since you don't know how the rules work here, what if Elias is the type to whip someone since their guest didn't like the food cause it wasn't eaten…

You shudder at the thought and deftly grabbed one mochi to eat. Unsurprisingly it taste really good. "I was hoping we can unwind here since Darkwick is a pretty rough place isn't it?" he answered, drinking his tea. Rough? You thought, looking at him.

Rough as in, not really safe and people are noisy as hell even at night ?

You didn't really know what he meant by rough so you just nod while drinking your tea. This taste like the one you would like. Amazing

"I was thinking of going either Ikeburo with you or maybe Osaka" his eyebrows furrowed yet his smile remained. "But I didn't think of anything that would be your fancy"

You place the tea down, looking confused. "So, you took me here?"

"Is this not something you like?" he asked, raising his hand to signal to the butler you saw earlier. The butler immediately went to get what Elias was asking by just a signal. No wonder he's serving the Pratts family… or something.

"I do like it, I'm just confused what we would do in your house" you asked, realizing you sound like some spoiled princess after saying it. It made Elias chuckle. "I admit, this is a pretty boring house"

"House" he says…

"But, I think an underwater place where we can watch either fishes or maybe a built in cinema would do the trick?" he added, making you blink at him like an idiot.

"a WHAT?!"

You were once again, dragged underground, the moment it opened. Your eyes has never been bestowed such a sight before.

There was a big whale that floated against the glass when you were going in. Elias waved the guy that gave him a bunch of chips and cokes again. Was he trying to fatten you up or what?

You sat on the bed, not realizing the implications of it since you're too busy admiring the whole atmosphere and vibe of the place.

"Do you like it here?" he asked, removing his gloves and his uniform vest. You couldn't help but turn yourself away. "It seems nice " you answered.

You suddenly felt Elias pull you by the arm and it took you merely seconds to get pushed down the bed, him without his vest hovering over you. "Elia-?" you squeaked out when he leaned closer, so close that you could feel his breath against yours.

"Then we can use this bed to get you well rested yes?" he muttered.

And that's when you felt woozy, your eyelids growing heavy. Elias pulling your hand up just so he can kiss your knuckles. "Wait…" you said, or did you? you were starting to feel like you're about to inevitably doze off soon.

The last thing you hear is Elias leaning close to you once again, your forehead being kissed and seeing that smile of his one last time.

"Good night, my little flower"

Elias sees you dozed off now. Tucking you in while he goes to do business as usual. His butler mentioned you'll be out cold for around 8 hours, which is the ideal time of rest.

He felt bad that while, he was worried about you, he used going on a date with you as an excuse to come back home since his parents told him that they had to discuss family matters.

And it would do you good if he managed to make you sleep while he deals with it? Hits two birds in one stone.

The butler reappeared right by his side, stoic as always. "Make sure the she's comfortable" and that was the only orders he gave him as the guy bowed and pointed where the meeting would be held.

When you woke up, it almost felt like you had a good sleep… not remembering much, you tried to turn only to feel a heavy pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Trying to blink your way into focus. You only noticed Elias peacefully sleeping right besides you. In his… yukata.

Your eyes going from his face down to his exposed chest…

Your brain started overheating as you jump out of the bed, stumbling a bit only for the butler to catch you by the waist "Be careful madam" he murmured, as Elias rubs his eyes, sitting up. "Got a nice sleep?" he asked,oh he looks rather pretty drowsy like that.

"Did you drug me?!" you asked, clearly aghast by his action and yet, he didn't show no ounce of regret. But the look does seem convincing.

"I know it'll take awhile for me to urge you to sleep, plus it wasn't a drug" he stands up, touching your hands while you're pressed against… his butler as well. Is the other man not uncomfortable?

"I simply got him to get some food that would induce you to feel drowsy, but that's all" he beams,making you sweat drop.

Next time… you shouldn't trust him even if he's handsome. But either way, you got enough rest to feel energized

[kinarchivist]

Saltwaters Alarm -> AO3

Pairing: Ren Shiranami x Mermaid!F!Obscuary Reader Tags: idiots in love Note: I just really think this dynamic would be hilarious. Masterlist

Imagine you as a mermaid, a non-human anomaly. Your background is somewhat similar to Lyca’s, but possibly more tragic, like being captured and sold as a test subject through an anomaly black market. You eventually gets saved by Darkwick’s ghoul and brought under Darkwick’s protection.

After that, you start living at Darkwick, trying to adjust to human life. Lyca and Rui help you with basic things: routines, social norms, how humans interact, what’s normal and what’s not. You're learning, but you're still very obviously not human.

Your first inter-House mission ends up being with a first-year from Jabberwock because it involves ocean creatures. On paper, your abilities work really well together and make them surprisingly efficient. The problem is Ren. He’s terrified of the ocean. Not just swimming, he hates the smell of salt, the wind coming off the sea, everything about it. Meanwhile, you actually likes the ocean, at least before it was polluted by humans.

There’s also a major issue on your end: a mermaid can’t stay under the sun for too long without a saltwater supply. Something goes wrong during the mission, maybe the aid kit runs out, maybe you’re stuck somewhere for too long, and you start drying out. Ren panics. Despite his trauma and fear, he carries you and jumps straight into the sea before you turn into a literal dry fish.

Afterward, when you’re both completely soaked, you casually point out that he could’ve just thrown you into the water instead of jumping in with you. He gets horribly flustered, realizes how panicked and irrational he was, and immediately scrambles out of the water, red from head to toe.

You like Ren. He slacks off a lot, but he’s kind and reliable when it matters. Based on how Rui and Lyca explain things, you figure that liking someone like this means you’re friends. Ren, meanwhile, insists he doesn’t have friends, despite very clearly having people around him including a first-year ghoul from Sinostra who always hangs around him at the diner where he works.

He’s an odd person, but he teaches you a lot. Games, movies, things humans enjoy for fun. He gets weirdly enthusiastic about showing you all of it and insists you play games with him or watch things together. He also introduces you to snacks. Rui says they’re junk food and you shouldn’t eat too much though. 

He likes instant noodles and is strangely good at making different kinds of soba. He swears blueberry yogurt is good for the stomach after eating cup noodles in the middle of the night. He’s also good with grills, and you always enjoy Jabberwock’s BBQ parties when he’s the one cooking.

What you like most is the contradiction. Ren claims to hate the ocean, but he smells like it. His eyes are deep and calm, the color of the sea, and when the light hits them just right, they remind you of floating on the surface, drifting with the wind, listening to the water move.

You miss your home but Darkwick is strict about where you're allowed to go, so you don't get many chances to visit the ocean anymore. Without really realizing it, you start staying close to Ren instead. He reminds you of the ocean so much (he smells like the ocean) that even his heartbeat feels like the tide against the shore but you keep that to yourself, because you don't think he’d like being compared to something he hates.

Do you like him? Yes, as a friend.

Do you like him more than that? You aren't sure.

You learn about the concept of love through Towa and get confused. It’s not tangible, everyone describes it differently, and there doesn’t seem to be a clear definition. You just know that you want to stay by Ren’s side. Even though he complains about liking solitude and peace, he always keeps you around. He even lets you stay over in his room sometimes, clearly flustered about it.

Eventually, in bluntness, you walk straight up to him in the middle of campus and say you like him. 

Loudly. 

In public. 

With students everywhere.

Ren immediately turns red, panics, and drags you away from the crowd while complaining that you shouldn’t say things like that in public. The tips of his ears are bright red. You find it adorable and kind of wants to tease him more.

He doesn’t really give you an answer. Instead, he tells you that you might be confused and suggests you make more friends first so you don't mistake your feelings for him. You take his advice seriously. You make more friends.

None of them make you feel the way Ren does.

So you show up again and report back, very earnestly, that you followed his advice and no one else feels the same. This happens in a crowded hallway. Again. Ren panics again, covers your mouth, and drags you away.

This time, he can’t really deny it anymore. It’s just that he’s also been slowly falling for you and doesn’t want to take advantage of the fact that you don't fully understand human emotions yet. But yes, he likes you too, and he cares far more than he wants to admit.

That’s how you two become official. No one is surprised. Rui and Haru probably had a bet going on how long it would take you to figure it out.

✦ 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝙰 ✦

[keixqt]

MC X SKY KING

omf fuys i love Them Os much They hold a Special place in my Heart 😢😢 Probably the most interesting chapter I've ever seen! and these two have more chemistry than the Other Freking Ghouls

[kinarchivist]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐓. 𝐏

Someone requested that I write something fluffy for Elias, but I couldn't come up with anything, so I'll just share some of my delulu me think about this man when he's in love.

✧ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐲 ✧

Elias never wears a tie because it's such a hassle in the morning, and he always loses it somewhere after doing laundry. Jo always has to help everyone sort their uniforms and clothes in general, and often finds Elias's tie randomly stuck in the corner of the washing machine.

But every time you nag him about the untidy state of his uniform, he'd just smile and say he doesn't know how to wear his tie properly, which always ends with you helping him.

You get on your tiptoes slightly as he leans down a bit.

Your scent and breath are always so close to him when you help him with such a small gesture, while still murmuring some displeased words at him.

He never really pays attention to your words because he's always so consumed by your gentle touch and the soft scent wrapped around him, and he feels a bit empty when you pull away.

FYI: He KNOWS how to put on a tie. Several ways, actually. Jo taught him quite a few. He just likes to mess with you and genuinely enjoys having you put it on for him.

♡ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 ♡

Elias isn't addicted to sweets. He just needs sugar to stimulate his brain enough to work and get through the day. He never used to eat that many sweets before, only small amounts or whatever happened to be available around the office.

But it became a habit when you started carrying candies around and giving him a piece every day. It slowly grew on him. You even restock the snack bowls and shelves in the office all the time, making sure there was Jo and Mio's favorite coffee, Shion's favorite chocolate, and both sweets and coffee for Elias.

So he gradually got used to having some amount of sugar every day.

At first, he didn't think much of it. It was just another one of your thoughtful little habits, something you did for everyone without expecting anything in return.

But then he started noticing things. The way you'd always leave his favorite sweets where he could easily find them. The way you'd quietly replace the empty candy jar before anyone else even realized it was running low. The way you'd automatically hand him a piece whenever you saw him rubbing his temples after staring at paperwork for too long.

Somehow, without realizing it, he started reaching for those sweets every day. Not because he particularly craved sugar. But because every piece reminded him of you.

On days when you were busy and forgot to hand him one, he'd find himself glancing toward your desk without meaning to. On days when you weren't around, the snacks on the shelf suddenly tasted a little less sweet.

He never mentioned it, of course.

But if anyone ever removed the candy bowl you carefully maintained, Elias would probably be the first one to notice.

Because it was one of the countless little traces of you scattered throughout his day, and he had become far more accustomed to those than he would ever admit.

⋆｡°✩ 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭 ✩°｡⋆

Elias used to be a heavy smoker, but he started cutting down when he found out you didn't like the smell of cigarettes.

Not because he particularly cared about his own health.

Truthfully, he neglected his health far more often than he should. Skipping meals, surviving on coffee, staying up too late, and brushing off any concern directed toward himself had become second nature to him long ago.

But somehow, that attitude never extended to you. The moment it came to your health, he became annoyingly attentive.

He'd remind you to eat on time, quietly place a blanket over your shoulders when you fell asleep at your desk, and immediately notice whenever you looked even slightly unwell.

So when you casually mentioned one day that you disliked the smell of smoke, he remembered.

Quitting wasn't easy. Years of habit couldn't disappear overnight, no matter how much he wanted them to.

So instead, he started cutting down little by little.

He stopped smoking around the office. Then he stopped smoking during breaks if he knew you'd be nearby.

Eventually, he only smoked when you weren't around.

You never noticed the effort at first.

Only that the smell that used to cling faintly to his clothes seemed to disappear more and more over time.

Elias never brought it up.

He never told you how many times he'd reached for a cigarette only to put it back in the pack because he knew you'd wrinkle your nose if you caught the scent later.

Because to him, it wasn't some grand sacrifice. It was simply you.

And somehow, your comfort had become important enough for him to change habits he never thought he'd change for anyone.

୨୧‥ 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 ‥୨୧

The moment you stopped being around to help him put on his tie, Elias stopped wearing one altogether.

Whenever someone asked why, he'd simply shrug and say it was annoying, uncomfortable, or too much hassle to deal with every morning.

Which wasn't entirely a lie.

But it wasn't the real reason either.

The truth was that he missed the routine. The way you'd sigh dramatically every time you saw his crooked uniform. The way you'd scold him while fixing it anyway. The way you'd stand on your tiptoes as he leaned down slightly to make it easier for you.

Most of all, he missed those few quiet moments where your full attention was on him.

So after you were gone, the tie stayed forgotten. Not because he couldn't wear it. Because there was no longer anyone he wanted to wear it for.

⋆⸜ 𝐀𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐚, 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 ⸝⋆

Elias is actually very skilled at magic tricks. Not simple card tricks or cheap party tricks either. Professional level kind of illusions.

The kind that leave people staring in confusion even when they're actively trying to figure out how he did it.

But despite being so talented, he rarely shows it off.

Outside of his performances, he almost never does tricks for anyone.

Most people in the House have only heard rumors about how good he is. You, however, are the exception.

Whenever you have a bad day, somehow he always notices.

One moment you're sitting there, frustrated and exhausted, and the next he casually reaches behind your ear and suddenly a flower appears between his fingers.

Or he'll flick his wrist and somehow produce your favorite candy from thin air.

Sometimes he'll make little trinkets appear. Sometimes small treats.

Sometimes things that shouldn't logically fit inside his sleeves at all.

Every single time, it makes you laugh.

And every single time, he acts as if that was the goal from the beginning.

He doesn't perform those tricks to impress you. He performs them to see you smile.

After all, it's special treatment reserved exclusively for his darling 😉

♡ 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 ♡

Elias loves stealing kisses from you. Warning you beforehand completely defeats the purpose. So he never does.

One moment you're talking, reading, or simply minding your own business, and the next he suddenly presses a kiss against your forehead, your cheek, your temple, or your lips before acting as if nothing happened.

The resulting flustered expression on your face never gets old to him.

Sometimes he'll even hide his smile behind his hand afterward, pretending he has absolutely no idea why you're staring at him.

That being said, he's not particularly fond of public displays of affection.

Holding your hand is fine.

Standing close to you is fine.

Resting a hand on your shoulder or waist is fine.

But... he prefers having you all to himself, away from curious eyes and interruptions.

In private, he's far more affectionate than most people would ever expect.

The playful thief who steals quick kisses throughout the day turns into someone who simply enjoys being close to you.

Forehead pressed against yours.

Arms wrapped around your waist.

Enjoying your company without saying much at all.

Because while Elias enjoys surprising you with stolen kisses, what he loves most is having those quiet moments where the world disappears and it's just the two of you.

ᵔᴗᵔ 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬? 𝐖𝐡𝐨, 𝐦𝐞?

Elias gets surprisingly jealous when you pay too much attention to someone else for too long. Especially if you're praising another performer's skills.

On the surface, he seems completely fine with it. He'll smile, nod along, and even agree with your compliments.

"Yes, they're quite talented."

"That performance was impressive."

"They worked hard for that."

Completely reasonable responses.

Meanwhile, there's an unpleasant bitterness sitting in the back of his throat the entire time.

Not because he thinks you shouldn't admire others. Not because he's insecure. He simply wants all of your attention.

And when all of it is directed somewhere else, he can't help feeling a little dissatisfied.

Of course, Elias isn't the type to throw a tantrum or openly complain. Instead, his possessiveness appears in much subtler ways.

Like casually asking you to help him with his tie when he could easily do it himself.

Like waiting for you to fix his hair before a performance.

Like standing patiently while you adjust his makeup, straighten his collar, and smooth out the wrinkles in his outfit before he steps on stage.

He loves those moments. Because while everyone else can admire him from afar, those small acts of care belong exclusively to you.

You're the one fixing his appearance.

You're the one fussing over him.

You're the one standing close enough to touch him.

And somehow, that always makes the bitter feeling disappear. No matter how much attention you give others, he knows he'll eventually have you all to himself again ^^

 ੈ✩ 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬

Elias only truly falls asleep when you're in his arms. He's never been a good sleeper.

Years of late nights, irregular schedules, and an overactive mind have made proper rest almost impossible for him.

Even when he does sleep, it's light and restless. Even the smallest sound can wake him. The slightest movement can pull him from sleep.

Most nights, he wakes up feeling no more rested than before. But somehow, that changes when you're there.

The moment you're curled up beside him, something inside him settles. He instinctively pulls you closer, wrapping his arms securely around you until there's barely any distance left between the two of you. Not because he's afraid you'll leave. He simply likes feeling you there.

The warmth of your body.

The steady rhythm of your breathing.

The reassuring weight of you against him.

His favorite position is when you rest your head against his chest. He loves being able to feel your presence so clearly.

Sometimes your breath brushes against his collarbone. Sometimes it tickles just enough to stir him from sleep for a brief moment. He'll crack open an eye, glance down at you, and find you still sleeping peacefully in his arms.

Then he'll pull you a little closer. Press a lazy kiss against your hair. And drift back to sleep again.

The man who struggles to rest anywhere else ends up sleeping his deepest when he's holding you. As if your presence alone convinces his body that, for once, it's safe to relax.

✧ 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ✧

Since Elias can't sleep much, he enjoys spending quiet late nights with a drink in hand.

Bonus points if he has company.

Even more bonus points if that company is you.

Those late night hours are some of his favorites. The world is quieter, the office is empty, and there are fewer interruptions demanding his attention.

If you don't drink, he never pressures you to. Instead, he'll prepare tea, soda, or whatever beverage you prefer. He always keeps your favorites in mind.

There will also be snacks. Sweet ones. Savory ones. A mixture of both if you're indecisive. Everything carefully chosen based on your preferences.

He pretends it's nothing special, but somehow your favorite snacks always happen to be available whenever you're around.

If you do drink, however, that's an entirely different story.

To this day, Elias has lost count of how many times you've stubbornly challenged him to a drinking contest. And every single time, the result is exactly the same.

You start the night full of confidence. Convinced that this will finally be the time you win.

A few drinks later, you're insisting you're completely fine.

A few more drinks later, your words start slurring together.

And before long, you're drinking yourself into oblivion while Elias looks exactly the same as when the evening started.

He just quietly watching your increasingly terrible decisions unfold. With that small, amused smile of his, he always takes your glass away before things get worse.

And even if you u insist you're still perfectly capable of winning, he never listens.

The contest ends whether you approve of it or not.

Then he carries you back to your dorm.

And every single time, if you're particularly clingy and needy, wrapping your arms around him and refusing to let go, he'll end up staying the night.

Not because you ask....

Well, maybe a little because you ask.

Mostly because he can't bring himself to leave when you're looking at him like that.

The next morning is always the same though. You wake up with a pounding headache. Complaining that you'll never drink with him ever again. Swearing that this is the last time.

Elias simply hands you water and watches with quiet amusement. Because he already knows exactly what's going to happen.

A few weeks later, you'll challenge him to another drinking contest. And lose all over again.

To you, Elias always seems like the sober one.

The composed one.

The responsible one.

The man who never loses control.

But oh, dear.

What you don't realize is that he's hopelessly intoxicated already.

Not by alcohol though. But...

By you.

By your smile.

By your laughter.

By the way your eyes brighten when you're happy.

He's been drunk on your love for far longer than you've ever been drunk on wine.

♡ 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 ♡

Oh and you know? He got called a con artist for a reason. He's a thief. A very sly one too.

He always steals your sweets as much as he loves stealing kisses from you.

Which means that when a sugary candy is already sitting neatly on your tongue, and you're humming while enjoying the sweetness, he'd randomly appear out of nowhere just to kiss you.

He's shameless, so he doesn't really care if other people are around.

But if he's going to steal your little candy, he prefers it when it's just the two of you.

He'll kiss you out of nowhere, taking the candy you'd been enjoying for himself before calmly pulling away.

And then he just casually walks off afterward, not caring in the slightest about how completely malfunctioning you've become because of it.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦? 𑣲₍ ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

Elias secretly enjoys it when you're mad at him. Not when you're genuinely upset or hurt, of course.

But when you're scolding him? Nagging him? Giving his arm a light smack because he's being annoying again?

Oh, he finds it far more entertaining than he probably should.

Mostly because you're adorable when you're angry.

Your brows knit together.

Your cheeks puff slightly.

Your voice gets sharper as you lecture him about whatever ridiculous thing he's done this time.

And haha... Your words have absolutely zero effect on him.

Not because he isn't listening or anything. He's listening very carefully. He's just too busy admiring you to feel threatened.

Which is exactly why you get even angrier whenever he starts smiling.

"Are you even taking me seriously?"

"I am."

"Then stop smiling!"

Unfortunately, that only makes the smile wider.

You'd swear he's doing it on purpose.

And uhm... He probably is.

Still, the reason he never pushes too far is because he knows exactly how soft hearted you are.

You can never stay mad at him for long.

Not when he gives you that sincere look.

Not when he apologizes so earnestly.

Not when he quietly offers you your favorite snack afterward.

Before long, your anger disappears completely. And there he is again, looking unbearably pleased with himself.

As if he'd known from the beginning that you'd forgive him.

✩°｡⋆ 𝐀 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 (𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠) ⋆｡°✩

He is also very-

Perhaps some things are best left unsaid. A gentleman never reveals all his secrets at once, does he?

I think that's enough for now ^^ You've been exposing me all night long.

I'm still a man of dignity, you know. I can get shy too.

...Though I suspect that only makes you smile more, doesn't it?

You do know that, right, dear?

𝑬. 𝑻. 𝑷. ♡

[sucker4sug]

“he’s gentle… in all aspects”

bf!shoto as your caring and loving boyfriend that is often perceived as the most stereotypical performative person to have ever landed on person like you.

shoto was the typical, ideal boyfriend — caring and empathetic; he’d fall down to your knees and beg for your forgiveness when he’d done something. eyes shined in a way to capture the feeling of such regret and pity for oneself. and every minute of it, you’d enjoy.

you were seen as the ideal couple — no public arguments, as you’d settle every disagreement in private. you had the perfect amount of affection to exhibit in public — subtle hand touching, soft kisses, and admiration. your friends and family were jealous of how he treated you so well, they believed they wouldn’t find anyone as close to shoto.

“how long have you guys been together?” two freshmen approached you and shoto in the open school field. hands were occupied with a camera, while the other with pink hair held a notebook and a pen.

“must be journalists?” you spoke. they both nodded in a swift motion. their excitement was unmatched, grins reached the heavens — both seemed eager to approach you and shoto.

“we’re here to capture the famous campus couple!”

shoto couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. you stared at him, mouth agape as eyes tore his whole being apart. he couldn’t decipher what your eyes could be trying to convey, but he was sure you weren’t being cordial.

“i’m sorry, love.” he reconciled. his eyes slightly watering as he turned back to the freshmen. you could feel their cringing souls pierce through their composed facade.

“is there anything you’d like to know—“

“yes!! how long have you been together?” you were immediately cut off by the pink-haired freshman. sparkling eyes were becoming more and more egregious every second they intently stared.

you paused for a minute — collected some thoughts. no one really knew about the duration of your relationship; it hasn’t been revealed to the public yet. not that it matters or changes anything for people or the both of you.

“since freshman year.”

the freshmen applauded, eyes widened as one scribbled down the year of your relationship’s beginning.

“college?”

“high school.”

“pardon…?”

shoto nodded — you’d get this reaction from your family a lot. every time your friends would ask, they’d still make the same face as the first time they had heard it.

“that’s… a long time. how did you guys maintain it?”

“we built the foundation of our relationship on trust. i believe that’s the most vital part aside from love.” as cheesy as it sounds, it was actually true. your last relationship resided with resentment and distrust which was the cause of its downfall. love was not enough to sustain a ‘healthy’ relationship — the connection wasn’t even there.

“have you done it?”

the freshman’s partner spat his drink. a subtle smug expression was exhibited all over his partner’s face.

“is that necessary?”

“no, i’m just curious.”

“yes,” you swiftly replied before the awkwardness could form between the four of you.

“okay, moving on. what is he like in the relationship?”

“are all the questions for me?” you chuckled softly, and turned to shoto. his expression remained indifferent — typical.

“he’s as gentle and caring as displayed.”

“in bed?”

“…gentler.”

“mnngh… shoto… slo— slowly!” you gripped onto shoto’s back as he thrusts in and out of you — cum flowing out like the tears from your eyes.

“gentler…?” shoto groaned, he leaned closer to your face as he curled his fingers in, hitting the spot you longed to reach on your own. his long fingertips pressed hard against it.

not long after, shoto replaced his fingers with his girthy cock that your wet cunt undeniably swallowed whole. he hurriedly rubs his thumb against your swollen clit, he could win a race with how fast he fucks.

“you used to be..!” you looked around your surroundings — eyes meet the slightly ajar door from across the room. being railed in an empty classroom was not part of your bucket list, was it?

“f—fucckk…” shoto groaned against your ear — his hot breath cascaded your half-naked body as you laid flat on the school desk.

“mmn… can i— cum inside?”

“whaaa— what…”

“pleasee?”

“fuck, oka—“ with no sign of hesitation or mercy, shoto shot his warm cum inside of you as he slowly pulled out. his fluids combined with yours perfectly flowed out from your pussy — giving him a sight he would cherish.

“i love you…”

“stupid.” you mumbled.

i think i read a headcanon once that shoto would love breeding, do y’all agree w that? i kind of see it — somehow :p

© sucker4sug ༉‧₊˚. ⟢

[lilacgaby]

title: mini-you

pairings: husband!katsuki x wife!reader

your daughter was the spitting image of katsuki, you'd known it the second the ultra sound was displayed on the screen.

the minute your daughter was born and you gave her a once over, you knew she'd be her fathers daughter.

she came out the womb with his hair color, his eye color, his nose, and even his eyebrows, she was a mini katsuki for sure.

katsuki though believed otherwise. he saw beauty in the parts of her that resembled you.

her hair texture, her ears, her mouth, and her smile. he knew she looked like a carbon copy of him, he wasn't dense. but his favorite parts of his daughter were the ones that he'd see in you.

she grew up to be like him in more ways than one. for example, she clung to you like a koala. from when she turned one, the word 'mama' was the most recurring word in her vocabulary. she'd fuss when she was laying in your chest and katsuki would come to your side.

he must've inherited his competitive nature too, you thought. and you were right, the second she could she began racing katsuki to your side, crawling, walking, or whining to get her way.

as you held katsuki and katsuki 2.0 at your sides, the two glaring at eachother, only your daughter wasn't joking, you thought about if your next kid would look like you.

you were so deep in thought you didn't notice that katsuki had picked your daughter up from her spot next to you with a sneaky look on his face.

oh well, you had a lot to deal with already, you thought as you eyed your daughter squealing as katsuki threw her around in the air.

a lot to deal with.

[adabird]

Katsuki will always be a protective dad, so when your 7-year-old daughter comes home, beelineing straight to yours and Katsuki's shared bedroom to have 'girl talk'. Which meant he could no longer cuddle you, had resulted in your 7 year old to shove him out of the room before slamming the door on his face. He was completely shaken up. Like huh? What the hell is 'girl talk'? Did he just hear 'boyfriend'? Why is his baby even dating? She's only like 1ft tall, and did I mention that she's still a baby? Goodness, he's basically a girl; he just wants to be involved. Once the door was slammed on his face, he made it a point to smush the side of his head onto the thick wooden door to hear just a speck of the conversation. After about 3 burning hours (12 minutes), the door came swinging open with a 3.83ft tall girl, who had 'Haha f-you dad' written all over her face. Breaking the silence was Katsuki with his remark of 'So you want to talk to dad now, huh?', your daughter, however, responded with 'No, Mom is all I need.' Acompnied by a cocky smirk and eye roll. After she had squeezed through her dad's legs, she left Katsuki with a lost look. Rushing over, he met your eyes. Baby, I'm basically a girl, tell me everything.

How is this man referred to as 'Dynamite'?