Content: Alastor x GN!Reader, no use of y/n, size difference mentions, reader is sleepy, fluff
Word count: 2,076
No trigger warnings
The bed creaks slightly as you turn and wiggle on it, trying to get into a comfortable spot. Unfortunately, despite the pure exhaustion from your day of running errands for the hotel and essentially being the gofer, your brain refuses to allow you to slip into sweet unconsciousness. It has now gotten to that lovely part of restlessness where no matter how you lay, no matter how long you stare at your phone to distract yourself, you cannot get comfortable. At this point there is nothing you can think of but to get up and find something to do and hope that something is enough to help your brain calm down. You don’t care if you fall asleep walking down the stairs as long as you get a wink.
You wrap your blanket around yourself before leaving the bed, not willing to part with it. Once up and walking you felt like one of those edited cat memes with those dumb relatable captions. One of the good things from life that still made it down into Hell. Cats look different down here and look slightly terrifying with their shark-like 4-way opening mouths, but they’re cats nonetheless.
Once in the hall, you somehow feel like you’re stomping and floating at the same time. Not awake enough to be fully aware, but aware enough of how your walking is the only noise being made. At least in the part of the hotel you reside in. As you meander around and approach the grand staircase, you hear the faint sounds of piano and sax playing a slow jazzy tune. Right then you were reminded that there would be only one other person awake at this hour. A person a little too chipper for the state you were in, but at least it would be company.
You recalled how when you were alive people would say that sometimes it would be hard to sleep because your brain feels like it’s in danger and having someone there or having a stuffed animal can help. Things that trick your brain into thinking you’re protected. Would you feel safe around this ever smiling demon? Would the same logic even carry over now that you’re a demon? Well, you’re going to find out.
As you wander up the hotel floors the song becomes louder and the air seems to feel thicker. It’s not as if it’s never been ominous to visit Alastor’s room before, after all you never know what you’ll open his door to see him doing. There’s always that little fear at the back of your head telling you that you know better than to walk right into a lion’s den like this. The feeling that just walking into his room is asking for a contract you’ll regret later but can’t refuse in the moment.
Once you reach his door, everything comes to a halt. Your walking, his music, and even time, seemingly. Did he know you were standing here? Just outside his door? Did you make a noise you didn’t hear but he did? That wouldn’t be unusual for you. Maybe he was simply getting ready to play a different record. ‘Perhaps now is the time to interrupt, then.’
You softly knock on his door and almost immediately the door swings open which causes you to jump back a little in surprise. He looms over you, crimson eyes peering down over a practically glowing sharp grin. You stare up at him, a shy smile slowly creeping onto your face. “Why, good evening! To what do I owe the pleasure of such a late visit?” Alastor greets.
You stutter a bit as you answer. “Ah, good evening! I just couldn’t sleep and I thought that, uh, I should come say hi!”
“Well, this is a very nice visit! I don't get many late-night callers these days; make yourself at home!” He opens his door wider and gestures with a grand swish of his arm for you to come inside.
And you do. As you walk in you glance around his room, wondering what he was up to while listening to his music. Some of his furniture was moved closer to the walls and a fire blazed in his fireplace, growing ever bigger as a breeze came in from the forest half of his room. ‘Huh, didn’t know that there was weather in here. Noted and hoping it never rains.’ With the warmth of the fireplace it feels unnecessary to have a blanket on so you placed it on one of the couches that is pushed to the side.
“I didn’t have much to do tonight so I resorted to getting into the swing of dancing to pass the time.” The red head explains as he made his way to an awaiting record player that looked to have seen better days, but from what you heard on your way here, it did it’s job much better than appearance would lead you to believe. “Would you care to join me, my dear?”
“Join you? Oh, I don’t really know how to-”
“I’m sure you’ll pick it right up! It does get so boring singing and dancing by oneself, and you seem like you need something to pass the time, yourself.” He looks over his shoulder at you, record in hand. His usual big grin had become more of a smirk, as if he knew about your tired wondering.
You nod at him, figuring he just wasn’t going to take a ‘no’ or an ‘I’d rather watch you dance and hang out on your couch’. You step over to the record player and pick up the sleeve the demon got the record out of. Judging by the title, it seemed to be a collection of old hits from the 30’s. None of which you were familiar with. There is a respect that comes with older music since more modern music couldn’t exist without it, however older music just tends to be a bit too slow for your liking. Perhaps you’ve been listening to the wrong songs though, since Alastor doesn’t entirely seem to be the type to enjoy slow music either. At least not on boring nights with guests like tonight.
As you set the sleeve back down where you found it, music started playing from the record player. A bit distorted at first but sounding just as clear and blaring as it was earlier once it had a second to do its thing. A much more energetic tune than earlier begins to play, confirming your earlier suspicions. Alastor leads you to the center of the room where it’s the clearest and stands next to you, offering his hand for you to hold. It was when you comply and take his hand in yours you begin to remember the sheer difference in size between you two. His clawed hand easily swallowed yours and at this closer proximity than normal it felt like he was a tower to you being a cottage.
“Now, all we’re gonna start with is moving side to side like this.” He shifts his weight from foot to foot, keeping his hips loose and going with the motion. You stare for a moment before awkwardly (at least it felt awkward) mimicking the action. “Use the same foot I’m using on my count. 1, 2, 3, 4.” He kept count until you got it and were able to keep up. Simple enough. “Now we’re going to do the same, but vertical. Slightly more tricky, try not to tie your legs together, dear. Outside foot goes back.” It was trickier, and you did lose balance in the beginning, but luckily Alastor didn’t entirely seem to mind it. You guess it would be less bothersome to someone who could lift you with their pinky. You think you got it down and it seems that Alastor thought so too when he directs, “Now we’ll combine them. Bring your outside foot back up, there you go, and rock on your outside foot, inside foot, outside foot rocks back, then rock back to the front foot.”
As soon as you got that down Alastor was off, adding an extra tapping step, throwing in a few kicks for himself, even switching the position so you were holding hands in front of each other. Once in front of the other you could swear that Alastor is staring a bit too intensely. It’s like he is attempting to peer further into your being and get a better read on your soul. What is more jarring is you could swear his eyes flicker to your lips and stay there, but your tired brain isn’t able to confirm for sure that’s what you saw. Honestly, you had no idea what was going on. Trying to focus hard on his steps and mimic and predict them was difficult, especially in your half awake brain. Considering he kept going you figured you were somehow keeping up well enough; you haven’t been looking at his face much, trying to watch his feet.
Your focus retreats entirely once you hear him say something, but as you look up at him you are suddenly stumbling right into a twirl and then into the deer demons’ chest; one clawed hand now on your waist and the other moving your hand to his padded shoulder. Your nose suddenly filled with a pine and metallic smell and your face so close to the crimson fabric of his clothes, it took a second before you realized your feet had been dragged for a second before the both of you weren’t moving.
“I did try to tell you I was going to pull you in, my dear.” His radio filtered voice brought you fully back. You find your footing again and look hesitantly up at his ever grinning face. Alastor is leaning over you, face coming closer until his sharp teeth become a little too close. Just inches from your own lips.
“Sorry.” One of your feet tries to go back so you would be able to create a bit of distance so you could see him properly, but his hand on your waist keeps you solid against him. You instead opt to move your hand from his shoulder to his lapel to keep your stability. ‘Did he just freeze for a second?’
The demons’ grin widens impossibly more, eyes flashing with an unknown emotion. “No need to apologize, my sleepy friend. I’ve found your company to be quite pleasant on this eventful night. Perhaps it’s time to bring this evening to an end.” He suggests. The hand that is still holding yours let’s go and lands on top of yours on his lapel. “ You caught onto the steps very quickly. You do enjoy keeping me on my toes.”
“Thank you.” You reply a bit flatly, your vision starting to unfocus as you stare at your joined hands. You both were just dancing so it makes sense, but somehow the warmth was still causing cogs in your mind to stutter. As if you can’t believe this as anything but a dream. “I think it’s time I head back to my room. I think I’m at the point where I could go into a coma for the next few days.”
He chuckled a bit to himself. “I see that. You look like you’re going to collapse as soon as I let go of you. Tell you what, I’ll send you back to your room if you agree to come back for lessons after supper tomorrow night. A time when you should be more awake. I am so curious to see how you fare fully awake.” You nod your head numbly, just wanting to allow sleep to take you. “Splendid! Have a lovely rest, dear.”
As he snaps the fingers on his free hand, you could feel the floor disappear under you. Before you could drop, Alastor allows you to essentially float for a second while he lifts your hand he had been covering and kisses the back of it. Next thing you know you fall into inky blackness before feeling the familiar softness of your bed. As sleep begins to over take you, you think back upon those final moments and let them sink in. ‘Oh shit.’ The radio demon just kissed the back of your hand. Not to mention, he also now has one of your blankets. Your eyes snap open, and suddenly you didn’t feel tired anymore. ‘God fucking damn it, Alastor.’
NCT; They See Their S/O With Another Man, Not Realizing It’s Their Relative
Members: Jungwoo, Jaehyun, Taeyong, Yuta, Lucas
Masterlist
Jungwoo:
After a long day of practice, all Jungwoo wanted to do was go back to your shared apartment and cuddle with you. The moment he walked in the front door, though, his gaze immediately fell on you sitting on the couch, another man’s arm around your shoulders as you two watched something on TV. You didn’t even see Jungwoo as he stopped and gaped, wondering to himself if this was a regular thing, another man coming over while he was at work to keep you company.
You looked away from the movie, glancing down the hall when you heard your bedroom door close, raising an eyebrow at the sound. “Didn’t you say your boyfriend was coming home soon?” You nodded at the question, quickly standing up off the couch and walking down the hall.
“Jungwoo?” You knocked on the door before ducking into the bedroom, letting out a soft gasp when you noticed fat tears rolling down your boyfriend’s cheeks. “What’s wrong? Did something happen at practice?” You rushed over to his side, sitting on the bed beside Jungwoo and taking his hand, which only caused his tears to quicken.
“How long?” He asked, sniffling. “I-Is it because I’m not around a lot? I’m trying r-really hard, it’s just tough settling i-into a new group, but I’ll try to be home for you more y/n-“
“What are you talking about?” You gently brushed your thumb over his cheek, wiping away his tears as he glanced over at the door sadly. “Oh, baby no. No, that’s my brother. Remember, I told you he was coming to visit for a few days?” You wrapped your arms around Jungwoo, bringing him into a warm hug.
Despite his emotional state, Jungwoo couldn’t help but let out a watery chuckle when your brother shouted, “Hey y/n! Stop making out in there, we have a movie to finish!”
Jaehyun:
Jaehyun ran down from the main portion of the stage, waving to all the NCTzens as he went. He slowed to a walk as he approached the B-stage, pausing to kneel in front of a couple fans right up at the barrier. Through the sea of green light sticks, he spotted your familiar face and went to wave specifically at you, before he saw the guy standing next to you excitedly jump up and down, grabbing you in a tight hug and pressing an exaggerated kiss to the top of your head.
After witnessing the act of betrayal at his own concert, Jaehyun found himself avoiding looking in your direction, his smile more forced whenever he faced the crowd. Now safely backstage, he scowled as he waited for the staff to escort you back to him, standing stiffly to the side while he tried to plan what he was going to say to you.
“I can’t believe you, this is insane! The Jaehyun?” Jaehyun perked up at the sound of his name coming from another male, quickly rounding the corner to spot you and the guy from earlier talking excitedly. He started to walk up to you, ready for confrontation before the guy with you spotted him and almost squealed before quickly bowing.
“You’re so talented, that concert was amazing! I didn’t believe y/n when she said her boyfriend was performing but here you are!” Jaehyun’s ears started turning red and he looked down as the guy leaned in, joking, “If you ever get sick of my sister, give me a call. I know how to get rid of her easily-“
“B/n!” You laughed and shoved your brother before noticing the shy smile on your boyfriend’s face, his ears and cheeks quickly turning pink. Jaehyun quickly covered his face with his hands to hide his blush and a nervous laugh, feeling guilty for having doubted you so quickly. “Sister?”
“Does she not talk about me? That brat! Y/n I swear-“
Taeyong:
Taeyong laughed a little too hard at a dumb joke from Johnny before Ten complained, “We’re out of drinks.” As leader, he obviously got up to look around the restaurant for their waitress, not wanting to shout across the room and draw attention to them. Unfortunately for him, instead of spotting their waitress, he spotted a familiar hoodie, one that he’d lent to you not even three days before.
“Hey, Tae, y/n is here! Y-“ Taeyong quickly shushed Johnny before he shouted your name, squinting when he realized that you weren’t there alone. He quickly realized that you were with another man and he got up from his seat, walking up to the doorway of the side room to get a better look, trying to figure out who the guy you were with was.
Taeyong watched as you got up from your table and disappeared down the small hallway to the bathrooms, quickly telling the others, “I’m going to confront them.” Despite his friends’ warnings, he quickly followed after you, leaning against the wall outside the bathroom door and waiting for you, ready to confront you about that mystery man you were eating with.
You walked out and jumped slightly when you saw your boyfriend standing right in front of your face, letting out a sigh of relief. “Jesus, Tae, you scared me.” Noticing the intense look on his face, you quickly grew concerned, asking, “What’s wrong, love?”
“I thought you were home for the night, hmm? I was going to bring you food once I left the guys.” Taeyong raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to get caught in a lie and admit everything.
“I was! But my brother texted about wanting to come check out this place and I figured I’d go with him. I haven’t seen him in a while, so I figured it’d be great to catch up with my sibling while you were busy… Why? Is everything okay?”
Taeyong’s hard exterior quickly melted into a very puppy-like attitude as he hugged you tightly, whining slightly in embarrassment when you called him out on his attitude change, trying to defend himself with a half-assed excuse of, “I didn’t recognize him from that far away! I’m sorry, y/n, I won’t assume like that again…”
Yuta:
“What about this one, hyung?” Yuta looked over at Winwin as he pulled on another jacket, nodding enthusiastically before cooing, “You look so cute, Winwinie~.” He pinched the younger boy’s cheek, chuckling when his hand was shoved away before looking around the store for their manager, instead catching sight of something else.
He glared when he spotted you holding up a dress shirt in front of another man, setting his jaw stubbornly and crossing his arms in a pissed off manner. Winwin approached with another question but instead followed the elder’s gaze over, asking, “Is that y/n?” Yuta grumbled a response, grabbing his companion’s arm and dragging him to the checkout, hasty in his attempt to escape the situation.
You walked back into yours and Yuta’s shared apartment, calling out, “I’m home,” while setting down your bags. You walked into the living room to find Yuta sitting on the couch, his arms crossed and a stormy look on his face. You walked over to kiss your boyfriend on the cheek, but he shrugged you off. “What’s wrong?”
“I saw you at the mall.” He turned his glare from the wall to you, sneering slightly as he sassed, “Did your other boyfriend like the shirt you picked for him?”
You sighed as you sat down next to Yuta. “Babe, I was helping my brot-“
“Don’t lie.”
Yuta watched as you got up and walked over to the bookcase, picking up a picture frame before returning to the couch and lightly tossing it onto his lap. You pointed at the picture of your family, showing you and your brother standing next to each other, telling him, “I was helping my brother pick out an outfit for his date tonight. I don’t have another boyfriend, Yuta, just you. Always just you.”
Lucas:
Lucas had been out with Kun, Ten and Hendery when he’d spotted you through the window of a coffee shop, sitting at a table with another guy and laughing animatedly at something your companion said. Despite Kun’s warning of, “Lucas, don’t even think about it,” he quickly entered the coffee shop to confront you.
“Hey, I have to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” You nodded as he got up from his seat and walked away, quickly turning your attention to your phone before the sound of a chair scraping up brought you back to reality. You spotted your boyfriend as he plopped down next to you.
“So crazy running into you here, y/n! Do you need a refill, you look great today babe, so pretty- Who’s that guy you were with?” He grabbed your cup and took a sip, watching you over the lid with a look of confusion and a touch of insecurity. Before you could answer, Lucas was turning to look at the sound of the mystery guy’s voice, sitting up straight in an attempt to seem bigger and more intimidating than his competition.
“B/n, this is my boyfriend. Lucas, this is my brother.” Lucas choked on your drink slightly before putting the cup back down, standing up to shake your brother’s hand. He went to greet him properly before a shout outside pulled Lucas’ attention away, quickly realizing he’d run away from his group and letting out a laugh.
“It’s nice to meet you, I have to go though.” Lucas turned to you, quickly kissing your forehead before bolting out the door and leaving in a rush so he didn’t get his ass kicked.
Summary: That afternoon was absolutely perfect. How could it not? Kirishima was with his best friends, and his lover. He walked beside the explosive blonde a bright smile painting his face as the group made their way out the front door. What a perfect afternoon, almost perfect. All of it gone in an instant, torn from them by a villain. A villain holding the Kaminari hostage at the front gate. With his options limited Kirishima did the only thing he knew how to save his friends, but what are the consequences for his actions? Permanent or temporary?
Kirishima stretched out his arms head tipping back against his chair. The final bell had just rung the final echoes reaching the end of the hall. “Hey Kirishima,” he sat up hearing his name called out, it was Denki.
“What’s up Denki?” The redhead asked looking at the boy sitting in front of him. Standing on either side of the electric teens desk were Mina,and Sero his other close friends.
“How about a trip to the mall? Bakugou should join us too,”
“Yea sure thing. I’ll ask him,” Kirishima stood up and walked over to Bakugou who sat two rows to the left of him. “Yo! Bakugou! Wanna go to the mall with us?” He stood in front of Bakugou’s desk as he waited on the answer.
“Mmm, why the fuck not,” Bakugou stood up grabbing his bag. “Lets go,” Kirishima nodded waving to the others. He joined Bakugou’s side as they headed to the front entrance.
“Kirishima catch!” Denki called tossing him his backpack as he and the other two made their way to the front right behind them. Kirishima caught the bag easily.
“Thanks man,” Kirishima raised his fist toward Denki who gave him a fist bump. The small group of teens headed out Sero and Denki playfully jogging ahead.
“Yo slow pokes keep up!” Denki sprinted out the building Sero casually chasing.
“Shut up you Damn asshats!” Bakugou shouted at them grunting some other phrases as he followed them out. Kirishima laughed slipping through the door beside his annoyed boyfriend, quietly taking his hand. Mina slipped by them joining Sero in his pursuit of Denki. Kirishima looked ahead to Denki who was standing at the gate not moving.
“Hey Denki are you ok?!?!” Kirishima stepped ahead of Bakugou slightly concerned when he got no answer. Soon he was stepping in front of Mina and Sero. “Yo Denki!” He paused for a moment confused. Denki turned slowly facing them eyes wide with terror beside him was a man with his hand rested on Denki’s shoulder.
“So this is the great UA high? It isn’t all it's cracked up to be if I can get my hands on a student so easily,” the villain laughed looking at the other students. “What fun, hey kid show me what you’ve got for a quirk,” Denki looked at his friends eyes pleading them to run away. Kirishima analyzed the situation to decide the best course of action to get his friend to safety. He decided maybe talking to the villain would convince him to let Denki go. If he wouldn’t let his friend go he’d at least stall for an adult to help them
“Hey I think we can talk this out. Is there something you want?” Kirishima looked at the villain taking a step toward them.
“Stop right there kid, don’t want your little friend here to get hurt,” Kirishima stopped moving looking at Denki.
“That’s true, I don’t want my friend injured. Any of them. So please tell me is there something you need sir?” His eyes never left Denki’s as he spoke trying to keep everyone calm.
“Shut your trap you little brat. There is nothing you can do that you can do that will get me any results. So I suggest you stay put,” Kirishima could tell his plan to talk wasn’t going as he had thought. The villain was right he was only a kid, he had no power to get the things that the man wanted, and he was running out of time to stall. The Villain was rather impatient and unwilling to wait for the answer he wanted. He stood still looking back at the three behind him. “I think it’s time I get my point across to your dear teachers. No matter how hard they try they can never protect you. Which one of you would like to die first? Maybe all of you will what do you think?” Kirishima could tell they were out of options, especially since they had no idea what this mans quirk was or his true intent.
“Please run,” Denki mouthed to his friends as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Kirishima suddenly understood how dire the situation they were in was becoming. Before he could warn his friends a bright light erupted from Denki aimed straight for them. The young redhead did the only thing he could think of to protect his friends. With his body hardened he stepped in front of the electric current racing toward them. Behind him Bakugou was screaming at for him to get our of the way as Sero and Mina held him back both shaking as they knew what was about to happen. All of them did. Using his body as a rod Kirishima took the full force of Denki’s quirk blocking it from hitting his friends.
“Kirishima!” Bakugou screamed trying to fight off the two holding him back desperate to get to his lover. Between Bakugou’s screams and the electric no one noticed the glass break from a window on the second floor. Suddenly the electric current disappeared completely as if it hadn’t existed in the first place. Sero and Mina let go of Bakugou in the confusion. Bakugou stumbled forward not wasting a second to get to Kirishima.
Kirishima teetered before his legs gave out from under him, his unconscious body falling forward toward the pavement.
Bakugou threw himself at Kirishima landing under him so he wouldn’t land on the pavement. Carefully he rolled himself over pulling Kirishima close to him hands trembling ever so slightly.
“You’ve made a grave mistake harming my students,” a dark voice called out from behind the students. The owner of the voice was none other than Mr. Aizawahome room teacher of class 1-A. “I suggest you leave before you regret coming,” he grabbed the scarf around his neck ready to fight the villain.
“You plan to fight me? What can you do? Are you even a true hero?” Aizawa growled walking past his students shards of glass cracking under his black boots as he stepped. He stopped a moment to kneel beside Kirishima who was cradled in Bakugou’s arms, he could tell that Kirishima was still breathing but each breath was slowly becoming more and more unsteady.
“Not only are you trespassing on school grounds you injured two of my students and proceed to threaten me as well as anyone else who may reside on this campus. That includes my students, I will not let you harm another hair on their bodies, ever. I cannot let you continue with your cruel intent,” Aizawa blinked finally but knew that Denki had no more power in him, only sparks emitted from the boy who was still being held by the villain. “Unhand my student and leave,” he wasn’t taking no for an answer, he again used his quirk on the villain to keep Denki from any more harm, his scarf began floating up away from his neck he grabbed hold of it throwing it toward the Denki grabbing him with ease. “Sero, catch!” Aizawa tossed the unconscious teen back toward his friend using the force to throw himself forward toward the villain. His scarf set Denki free once safely away. Sero ran forward catching Denki with is tape and with the help of Mina brought him carefully to the ground. The black haired teacher twisted in the air using his momentum to smash his heel into the villains jaw. He landed sliding on his feet across the pavement. “It seems your limitation is that you have to touch your victim. Now that my student is safely away I can make you eat dirt,” he threw his scarves at the villain entangling him in them holding him tight. Aizawa took the villain by the back of the head shoving his face to the ground with ease. THe first chance the U.A. teacher got he looked in the direction of his students making sure all five were safe.
“Aizawa!” He looked behind them to see Vlad King and Present Mic running to him.
“The students, two of them are injured they need immediate assistance,” Aizawa got to his feet pointing to his students.
“Kirishima open your eyes damnit,” Bakugou moved red strands out of Kirishima’s face hoping they would open. He looked up to Vlad King who knelt beside him. “Please, he needs help,” Bakugou shifted allowing the home room teacher of class 1-B take Kirishima from him.
“Mic, we need to get the injured to Recovery Girl,” Vlad hoisted up the redhead with ease.
“I’ll take Denki,” Aizawa insisted handing the villain off to Mic. He lifted the electric teen onto his back following Vlad into the building. “Move out of the way!” He shouted along the halls as they ran warning any students that may still be there. Tailing behind him were the other three students involved in the incident. Once they reached the nurses office Aizawa shut the door behind him keeping out the other three. “Recovery Girl, these two need immediate medical care. Eijiro Kirishima more importantly,” he set Denki down on one of the beds as he spoke to the older woman.
“Of course, a bunch of trouble your students are I tell ya, do you happen to know what happened to put these two in this state?” She asked as she began her work on the redhead.
“From what I saw the villain that had Denki was about to manipulate his body and quirk, Kirishima took the full force of Denki’s electricity to save his friends,” Aizawa explained watching Recovery Girl gather supplies she’d need.
“Take your other students home to the dorms. I will come by the dorms later with an update,” Aizawa took the hint, she needed to work without any distractions. Including himself, he left the infirmary without any resistance. He wasn’t surprised to find Sero, Mina, and Bakugou waiting outside the room faces ridden with worry.
“Ashido, Sero, and Bakugou we’re going to the dorms. Recovery Girl will come with an update when she has one,” Aizawa didn’t give them a second to protest, carefully he ushered them out of the building following behind them as they walked to the dorms. They stopped a moment at the school entrance so they could gather their bags as well as the ones that belonged to Kirishima and Denki. Their walk to the dorms was quiet his students said nothing hearts filled with sadness as they continued down the streets. As they reached the dorms Aizawa held the door for the three entering seconds after.
Uraraka turned to see her returning classmates and home room teacher. She quickly noticed the sad atmosphere they were emitting. “Welcome back guys,” she greeted them with a smile gaining the attention of the others.
“Give them a little space. They had an unwelcome encounter with a villain,” Aizawa stated simply as he headed to the kitchen. Where he watched the other students rise from their seats on the floor or couches in the large lounge room.
“Oh I see, come join us. We were just about to play a game of cards,” Uraraka offered gently. She rested a hand on Mina rubbing her shoulder.
Mina sniffled wrapping her arms around her friend tears falling instantly. “We were useless. Completely useless,”
Uraraka watched Sero turn his face away as he bit down on his quivering lip trying to hold himself together. Uraraka held her friend rubbing her back, she knew better than to pry while they were in this state.
“Where is Denki, and Kirishima?” Mineta asked stupidly unable to read the current atmosphere.
“Mieta,” Tokoyami hushed him harshly arms folded against his chest.
“Both were injured by the villain,” Sero stated taking a seat on the floor while his fellow classmates watched him with caution. He was surprised that Bakugou wasn’t shouting for them to shut up, they all knew how touchy he was when it came to Kirishima. It had startled the tape wielding teen to see Bakugou sitting on the floor. Hidden on the other side of a couch, he had made sure to face away from everyone. Sero had figured the explosive teen would want to be held up in his room, yet he was there,face hidden from everyone.
“Lets go sit,” Uraraka helped Mina sit on the couch sitting beside her the other girls surrounding them. She looked down at the two boys on the floor, she could tell Sero was holding back tears, and Bakugou, she was unable to read his emotions. She sat quietly consoling her pink haired friend along with the others.
Aizawa watched his students from the kitchen. He was stunned that Bakugou wasn’t hiding in his room, he was actually sitting alongside his classmates listening to them as they spoke kind words to their three friends. The homeroom teacher turned away rummaging through the cabinets and fridge to find food. In the end he was able to find some random ingredients that he used to make homemade Mac n’ cheese for his students. He made sure there was enough for everyone, including the two that were in recovery. “Eat up,” he said to them as he brought each of them a bowl.
“Thank you,” Mina said to him at a whisper taking the bowl from him.
Aizawa nodded returning to the kitchen to watch each of them. He didn’t find it surprising that Bakugou, Sero, and Mina barely touched the food given to them. A gentle knock disrupted the silence they were all in. “Stay put,” Aizawa ordered as he stepped over to the front door looking out to see who was knocking. A second later he opened it and allowed Mic to enter, behind him was Denki and Recovery Girl. He gave Mic a small smile then looked at Denki. “Good to see you on your feet,”
“I don’t want him attending classes for a couple days. So I am thankful it is the weekend. He needs proper rest and minimal activity,” Recovery Girl looked at each student as she spoke.
“And Kirishima?” Everyone’s head turned to the sound of the hoarse voice. Stunned they looked at Bakugou who was on his feet eyes red from crying, up until that point he was completely silent.
“The damage he took from using his body as an electric rod was severe. But thanks to the quick work of your teachers I was able to heal him. He will still need a little healing once he has rested some more,” everyone sighed in relief making Recovery Girl hesitant to finish.
“However,” Aizawa prompted her he too wanted to know the full extent of his students condition.
“However, as I examined him I noticed that his eyes were unresponsive to any test I gave. Though I healed them there is a chance of temporary blindness,”
“How likely is the chance that it's permanent?” Aizawa listened carefully
“Very unlikely, but the chances of temporary blindness are of a higher percentile,” Recovery Girl finished filling them in then looked to Mic. “Shall we head back?” The two said their goodbyes leaving Aizawa with his almost complete class of anxious tudents.
“I’m so sorry,” Denki broke the silence eyes trained on the floor.
“It wasn’t your fault. Don’t blame yourself. I know Eijiro wouldn’t,” Bakugou said sitting on the floor again.
Aizawa handed Denki a bowl. “Eat, and sit. Bakugou has a point, this wasn’t your fault. And you know Kirishima wouldn’t want you blaming yourself,” he stepped away after consoling the electric teen. The room returned to a tense silence. One by one the students fell asleep on the floor or couches. Aizawa sighed gathering blankets and pillows from each of their rooms making sure each teen had one for the night. “A pack of trouble I tell ya,” he spoke to himself cleaning the dishes and kitchen. Though he couldn’t blame them, he too was worried about his injured student.
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Bakugou was the first to rise the next morning, he was confused when he realized he wasn’t in his room, it didn’t take him long to remember what had happened the evening before. Blankly he stared at the wall finding it hard to sit there and wait.
“Bakugou, Recovery Girl came by earlier. Want to see him?” Aizawa saw that Bakugou was already awake which hadn’t surprised him.
“If I can,” Bakugou answered hesitantly getting to his feet.
Aizawa nodded to him. “Give me a sec,” he went back to his room disappearing for a moment.
Bakugou watched his teacher go out of view into his room, then return with a familiar loud mouth blonde. For a second Bakugou almost didn’t recognize his English teacher with his hair down shirtless and in what were obviously Aizawa’s iconic pink sweatpants.
“Lets go,” Aizawa motioned him over. They headed out silent in the beginning but he could tell the silence was beginning to eat at the boy. “Kirishima is strong, he’ll pull through,”
“I know,” was all Bakugou replied. He wasn’t in the mood for talking. All he wanted was to get to the person he loved most in this world. With that he walked the rest of the way to the school in silence entering ahead of Aizawa not stopping for anything. The explosive blonde rushed to the infirmary leaving his teacher in the dust. Quietly he entered one of the private rooms eyes locking on the motionless redhead that lay in the hospital style bed. “Eijiro,” the name slipped through his quivering lips as he sat beside his boyfriend. “You big idiot,” he took his hand pulling it close to his chest and watched as his lovers chest rose and fell to the gentle breath he took.
Aizawa watched from the door, he decided to let them be and return to the dorms. Recovery girl and Vlad King were there if needed. Without a word he left the school returning to the dorms.
Bakugou rested his head on the bed beside Kirishima’s chest holding his hand tight. Casually he dozed into a light sleep. He woke an hour later to the infirmary door opening and the sound of his classmates entering the room. He looked up to see Denki, Sero, and Mina standing at the end of the bed.
“Any change?”
Bakugou shook his head as an answer. “You can stay, I wouldn’t mind the company,” he whispered almost hoping they didn’t hear him. But they had, the trio pulled up chairs beside the bed watching Kirishima all of them dozing into a lazy slumber not long after sitting down. The room was silent aside from the occasional sounds of the machines that were attached to Kirishima. Bakugou held his boyfriends hand as he studied every inch of his body, his arms and torso were covered in bandages reaching to his neck, as well as his eyes. The blonde sighed softly standing up he leaned over the bed kissing Kirishima on the forehead, after making the sweet gesture he returned to his seat scrolling through his phone to help pass the time. A few of the others stopped by to check in but didn’t stay long not wanting to disturb the four already there. Bakugou was intrigued but not surprised when the three idiots didn’t wake to the constant movement of the others.
“Bakugou, he’s stable and by the looks of it should wake up soon,” Recovery Girl told him after giving Kirishima an examination. Bakugou nodded as his reply, he hoped he didn’t have to wait much longer. Without knowing he fell asleep as the sun set the warm light bathing them in beautiful shades of red and yellow.
Kirishima scrunched his face feeling the light on his face unconsciously squeezing the hand that was rested in his.
Bakugou stirred when he felt Kirishima move but didn’t fully wake in his own slumber squeezed Kirishima’s hand as his lover had.
Kirishima woke eyes blinking slightly but all he saw was darkness it confused him. He reached his free hand up to rest on his face finding his eyes covered in bandages, he figured that was the cause of why he couldn’t see and tore them off. As the bandages fell onto the bed after being removed Kirishima reached up to touch his face, it was still dark pitch black in fact. It terrified him that he couldn’t see, he didn’t know where he was, who he was with, or if he was even alive. He began to panic pulling his hand out of Bakugou’s he grabbed his chest breathing in an unsteady manner heart rate climbing. The young teen sat up holding his chest in both hands gasping for air as the tears rolled down his cheeks.
Bakugou woke as soon as he felt Kirishima’s hand disappear from his grasp he sat up rubbing his eyes he looked around the room for a second then to where Kirishima lay. He got to his feet the second he saw the redhead sitting up crying in a panicked state. “Hey, hey I’m right here,”
“W-Where I can’t see you,” Bakugou could tell Kirishima was scared and couldn’t blame him.
“Right here,” Bakugou climbed onto the bed straddling Kirishima it was the fastest way he could calm down his boyfriend. Gently he reached out taking Kirishima’s hands and rested them on his face then rested his forehead against his upset lover. “I am right here. It’s all going to be ok, I promise,” he held still as Kirishima ran his hands along Bakugou’s face. Bakugou gently kissed his palms as they slid down to his chin. “Take a deep breath, that’s it,”
Kirishima pushed a little on Bakugou’s forehead not wanting him to move away. Clumsily he wrapped his arms around his boyfriends grabbing the back of his shirt. Slowly he took some calming breaths tears still rolling down his cheeks.
“Hey now none of that,” Bakugou wiped away the tears making sure his tone was sweet. He kissed Kirishima’s cheeks before pulling him into his arms. “You’ve got other guests. Want me to wake them?”
“W-who’s there?”
“The three idiots,” the blonde smiled when Kirishima gave a slight smile. “So how bout it?”
“A-as long as you don’t leave me,”
“Now why would I do that?” Bakugou planted a gentle kiss on his lips. “Here scoot over a little,” he shuffled with Kirishima as they moved a little. Then he slid off his boyfriends lap and sat beside him. “See I’m not going anywhere,” he waited for Kirishima to get comfortable before waking the three idiots. “Oi wake up,” Bakugou called out in his usual hot temper tone, when they didn’t wake up he threw something at each of them. “Get up,”
Denki woke when the box of tissues smacked him in the chest. “Dude what did you do that for?” He sat up rubbing his messy hair. With a large yawn his eyes trained on the bed to see Bakugou and Kirishima sitting up Kirishima’s eyes open. “Hey, hey, hey,” Denki slapped Sero in the chest getting to his feet.
“The fuck?” Sero woke to being slapped not happy that he was. Once he realized why he gently woke Mina.
With her messy pink hair Mina sat up smiling to see Kirishima awake. She joined the others at his side. “Hey you. It's good to see you awake,”
“Yea man you had us seriously worried for a second there. I want you to know I’m sorry,”
“Denki, there is nothing for you to apologize for. I know it wasn’t you who did it, and I was the one who made the decision to be an electric rod,” with little coordination he reached out to try and find his friends hand struggling greatly.
Bakugou reached over and assisted his lover guiding his hand to Denki’s. Sero looked over at him his eyes asking the question everyone was worried about, Bakugou replied with a nod.
“Got it Denki, it's not your fault,”
“Mhm, thank you,” Denki held his friends hand choking back tears.
Mina looked at the floor sighing. “Honestly Kirishima we all felt pretty useless. So thank you for saving us,” her voice quivered as she choked back her own tears.
“Hey now no crying. I know my move was foolish but I also knew that I was the only one that could take the force of Denki’s quirk and be alright. I want you four to promise me you won’t blame yourselves for anything that happened,” he waited a second for answers but didn’t get any.
Bakugou tensed realizing they had all nodded rather than giving him a verbal answer. “We all nodded,”
“I figured,” the redhead laughed softly leaning on his boyfriend.
“I’ll go get Recovery Girl,” Mina stood up shuffling out of the room.
“I guess it's a good idea to call the dorms and let everyone know you’re awake,” Sero got to his feet following Mina out.
“Oh hey before you go do you guys want anything from the cafe?” Denki asked pulling out his phone taking orders. “Bakugou, Kirishima do either of you want anything?”
“I’ll have a breakfast burrito the bacon one,” Bakugou answered him.
“I’m good but thanks,” Kirishima wasn’t in much of an eating mood. He knew it may worry his friends so he had a plan. “I’ll share with Bakugou, he never finishes those burritos,” he laughed softly hoping that answer would satisfy them.
Denki looked at Bakugou, even with that answer he worried. When Bakugou nodded to him he took the small list and left.
“Are you really going to eat my leftovers?”
“Saw right through me, like always,”
Bakugou sighed softly at him kissing his head. “We’ve been dating for a while now of course I’d notice when you’re lying. Promise me you’ll have a couple bites at least?”
Kirishima nodded he could manage to eat a couple bites to keep them from worrying.
Mina re-entered the room with Recovery Girl behind her.
“I see the young man is awake, how are you feeling?”
Kirishima looked in the direction of the voice not quite looking at the healing hero. “I’m alright, a bit sore and well,”
“As you suspected he is blind, hopefully only temporarily,” Bakugou answered for him seeing he was having a hard time coming up with the right words.
Recovery Girl nodded softly before stepping up to the bed. “Let me run some tests and check your other injuries. I need the rest of you out,”
Bakugou slid off the bed but was stopped when Kirishima grabbed his arm with a shaking hand. “Hey, I’m going right outside for only a bit. She needs to make sure you are healing properly, I’d be in the way if I stayed,” truth be told he would rather stay by his side through this but knew Recovery Girl needed the space.
Kirishima hesitantly let him go of his arm with a nod.
“I will be right back,” he kissed the redhead on the nose before he left the room with Mina. As they exited the room they saw the rest of class 1-A was standing outside the room waiting on some answers. Bakugou ran his calloused hand on the back of his neck letting out an irritated sigh. “He’s awake, Recovery Girl is looking at him now,”
“That’s good. Guess Recovery Girl was wrong about the blindness,” Mineta spoke up amongst the silent group.
“I never said that you asshole!” The halls echoed with the sound of his explosive punch hitting the wall next to him. As soon as the echo dissipated Bakugou realized what he had done closing his eyes he looked away from the group. “Sorry, but you were wrong. He is blind,”
Aizawa was stunned by Bakugou’s control and ability to admit he did something he shouldn’t have. Honestly he was rather proud of his student for his actions. “With that said, we can all wait here until Recovery Girl comes to tell us anything,” he leaned on the wall watching each of his students in the various places they decided to place themselves. The pro hero found a spot where he could survey each of the students especially Bakugou and Denki. It didn’t take long for Recovery Girl to exit the room causing heads to turn.
“He is healing well, and his vision will return though I am unsure when. He is asking to go back to the dorms, I’ll grant this request if close eyes are kept on him,”
Bakugou nodded to her knowing very well he had no plans to leave Kirishima’s side. He went into the room, closing the door behind him keeping the others out.
“Bakugou is that you?” Kirishima asked hearing the door shut harshly.
“Of course, let's get you home,” he walked over to the bed seeing he was already unhooked from the machines sitting up feet hanging off the bed. “I’ll carry you on my back, how does that sound?” He smiled softly when Kirishima nodded sheepishly. “Alright hold still,” Bakugou was very careful helping Kirishima onto his back. Once secure he walked out of the small hospital like room unsurprised to find his fellow classmates all still outside the room. “By the way, the class is here,”
“Oh, uh, hey guys,” Kirishima lifted one of his hands to wave nearly smacking Bakugou in the face.
Bakugou moved his face out of the way saying nothing as the class snickered a little. “Lets go,” he grumbled walking away from the others making sure Aizawa was following.
Kirishima made casual conversation with his friends to the best of his ability. It wasn't easy, draining rather but he didn’t say any of that during the walk.
Bakugou noticed how the chatter was tiring Kirishima out so he was sure to walk fast to the dorms. Upon their return Bakugou had aimed to take the redhead to his room but was instead dragged into the lounge room plopping Kirishima down gently on a couch. He then sat himself on the floor between Kirishima’s legs.
Kirishima was happy Bakugou was indulging their friends but knew it was also upsetting him. To hopefully calm him Kirishima began to calmly Pet Bakugou’s spiky head while resting his legs over Bakugou’s shoulders so he knew he was still sitting with him.
“Hey Kirishima, have you had anything to eat today?” Uraraka asked planning to get herself a snack but felt the need to ask him.
“Mm no, none of us who were at the hospital were given the chance to eat. We left before Denki could get the food,” Kirishima shrugged hands still playing with Bakugou’s hair.
“Well Mr. Aizawa made us some mac n’ cheese last night. There’s a leftover bowl he made for you. Let me heat it up for you!” The floating teen spoke in her chipper tone skipping to the kitchen. Kirishima aimed to protest but felt Bakugou touch his leg telling him not to.
“You need to eat,” Bakugou whispered tipping his head back so he could look up at Kirishima. He relaxed when Kirishima nodded to him. “Even if it's just two bites,”
“Ok,” Kirishima closed his eyes leaning back on the couch. Bakugou kept shifting under him signifying he wasn’t very comfortable. “What’s the matter?”
“I need to use the bathroom. But I’m not going to leave you,”
“It’s alright Katsuki, go I will be just fine for a little. Plus everyone is here. I won’t be alone,” Bakugou hesitated for a second even though he was told it was okay he still worried.
“Don’t worry Bakugou, we’ve got him,” Sero assured him taking a seat beside Kirishima. Bakugou nodded getting to his feet.
“I won’t be long, holler if you need me,” He slipped into the bathroom checking over his shoulder as he went.
“How are you feeling?” Sero asked Kirishima calmly sitting next to him.
“I’m not going to lie, exhausted. It has been a little hard to track everyone’s voices and keeping up. Also even though I know where I am being unable to see my surroundings makes me nervous,” he admitted playing with his hands in his lap. Bakugou was his security blanket but he wasn’t going to make him sit there in discomfort. “But it's only temporary, so I just have to adjust for the time being,” he nodded taking a deep breath the relaxation that washed over him didn’t last long. A loud clatter came from the kitchen followed by light cursing.
“Sorry guys I broke a bowl,” Uraraka admitted as she cursed some more. Kirishima took a breath to calm down but it only did so much in his high alert state.
“Guys! Guys!” Denki shouted holding up his hand. “My quirk is back!” Small sparks bounced between two of his fingers.
Kirishima flinched clumsily covering his ears the shouting and the sound of the sparks making him more nervous. He didn’t want to panic, calmly he took deep breaths.
“Hey Kiri are you ok?” Mina asked seeing her friend acting strange. “Denki put your hand down, the sound,” Kamanari did as told, putting his hand down he quit playing with his quirk eyes locked on his friend hoping he didn’t scare him too much. Mina crawled up to Kirishima,carefully she rubbed his leg causing him to flinch. “Hey it's ok. It's just me Mina,” she reassured him quietly. Gently she rested her hand on his chest hoping it would help. Small and gentle were words often used to describe Mina’s demnior and hands, in this case it sent Kirishima into panic. The gentle fingers touching his chest landed unknowingly against the wound he got from Kamanari’s electric quirk. Mina pulled her hand away more worried than before. “Ei?”
Kirishima felt so small sitting on the couch hands trembling as he finally couldn’t hold back the brewing panic in his mind. ‘Katsuki, I need Katsuki. My Katsuki,” the mantra rang in his head as he frantically tried to find his beloved in the darkness. “I-I need Katsuki,” he stammered rising to his unsure feet. Aiming to walk forward he stumbled to the floor, still weak his legs didn’t want to hold his weight. Shakily he returned to his feet taking a few more steps before bumping into the coffee table the normally cheerful boy tumbled backward, falling to the floor at a rapid pace. Sero moved first jumping from the couch reaching out to catch his fiend but was too late, Kirishima hit the floor with a heavy thud. Though he missed his chance to catch his friend he still scrambled over to him to make sure he was alright.
Curled up on the floor Kirihsima covered his hers his body shaking in fear. Sero reached out resting a hand on his friend wanting to calm him down. “Hey Eiji? The redhead boy flinched away from the touch whimpering clearly afraid.
Mina ran over to Kirishima checking on him. “Ei, it me Mina,” she spoke reaching out laying a tender hand on his back. Once she saw him relax slightly under her touch she rested his head in her lap petting his head as the tears began to roll down his cheeks. It scared her to watch her friend go through this not knowing what to do. She looked toward the bathroom hoping Bakugou would hurry.
Bakugou emerged from the bathroom sighing in relief. His wasted no time looking for Kirishima on the couch he left him on. Perplexed when he didn’t see Kirishima, or Sero for that matter. His gaze scanned the room confused he saw Kamanari standing his yellow eyes staring at something with deep concern. That’s when the blonde boy heard the soft whimpers from the floor, accompanied by the soft sounds of what he presumed was Mina’s voice. Unable to understand what she was saying Bakugou decided to look at what was going on. The crimson irises locked onto Sero sitting beside Mina, and Mina was shakily petting something red in her lap. It didn’t take long for Bakugou to realize the red belonged to his lover, who was trembling uncontrollably in the lap of his friend. Quickly he joined Mina on the floor checking every inch of Kirishima. “What happened?” He asked harshly taking Kirishima from her.
“He was starting to panic and tried to leave. He fell trying to get to you,” Mina told him in a quiet tone.
“Eiji, I’m here now. And I won't leave again,” he scooped up the shaking redhead holding him close. “I think that's enough for tonight,” without another word he began walking to Kirishima’s room quietly. The hands that usually made destructive explosions were tenderly wrapped around Kirishima as they quietly made their way up the hall. Bakugou said nothing until they were safely inside Kirishima’s room door shut and locked behind them. “It’s ok, Eiji. Let it all out now,”
Shakily Kirishima grabbed onto Bakugou tightly letting out his terrified cries tears soaking into Bakugou’s shirt.
“I’m right here,” Bakugou whispered tenderly, his hands calmly rubbing Kirishima’s back as his cries filled the room. The two sat on the bed for a solid thirty minutes before Kirishima had finally taken a deep calm breath relaxing. “There you are,” Bakugou pushed back guiding Kirishima’s forehead to rest against his.
“Kiss me,” Kirishima demanded closing the distance between them locking their lips. Bakugou didn’t pull away instead he did as Kirishima asked of him and kissed him gently guiding him to lay on the bed. In his usually feisty manner he bit Kirishima’s lip tugging it back as he sat up.
“Anything else I can do for you Ei?” He asked resting his hand on Kirishim’s hips.
“Will you kiss them?” Kirishima covered his face cheeks turning a shade that matched his wild hair. “My injuries?”
Bakugou chuckled softly. “Of course,” he pulled off Kirishima’s shirt then removed the bandages discarding them to the floor. Quietly he leaned down pecking the scratch just above the hem of Kirishima’s pants, the next was the one on his side, he tailed it up to his shoulder, then back to the one that scared them all. Bakugou caressed the wound letting the redhead know it was next. Kirishima didn’t shy away from the touch he nodded knowing Bakugou was asking him if it was alright to kiss that particular wound.
“Please Katsu,” his voice soft as he assured his beloved boyfriend it was alright. Without further hesitation Bakugou leaned down kissing the wound lovingly
“And lastly,” he whispered kissing Kirishima’s eyes. “Any better?”
Kirishima’s cheeks were still bright red as he nodded tracing his fingers along Bakugou’s face. After a few silent seconds Kirishima was struggling off Bakugou's shirt. “I want to feel your warmth,”
Bakugou obliged tossing his shirt to the floor laying beside Kirishima. Arms wrapped around each other Kirishima nestled his face into Bakugou’s chest falling asleep. “I love you Eijiro, don’t leave me. Ever,”
“I will never leave you Katsuki, I promise. I love you too,” both the teens dozed off into an easy slumber. Kirishima flinched as the early morning light caught his face. Slowly he blinked at the overly bright room, his eyes landed on Bakugou who gently snored beside him. He realized in that very second he was finally able to see. Tears welled up in his eyes as he caressed Bakugou’s face.
Bakugou groaned opening his eyes to look up at Kirishima sitting above him crying. “What’s the matter Ei?” He sat up worriedly.
“Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” Kirishima looked at him dead in the eyes smiling. “Did you know I love the shade of your eyes. Such a beautiful crimson,”
Bakugou realized in that very second that Kirishima was looking right at him. “Eiji..”
“Shut up and kiss me,”
Bakugou did exactly that pulling him into a tight embrace never wanting to let him go again. He pulled away to look into his lovers eyes hands rested on each other’s cheeks they both let tears of joy slip down their faces
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Kirishima stood at the island counter in the kitchen eating the bowl of Mac n’ cheese that his homeroom teacher had made for him a few nights ago. Bakugou was attached to him chin rested on his shoulder as he stood behind him.
Denki, Sero, and Mina entered the kitchen seeing the two of them. “Oh mornin’,” Denki greeted them
Kirishima looked up from his meal and smiled. “Morning Denki, Sero, and Mina,” he said looking at each of them.
Denki watched him in confusion. He took notice that Kirishima not only greeted all of them he looked at all of them. To test what he was thinking he began to wave his arms wildly while jumping from one foot to another.
Sero erupted into laughter nearly falling to the floor. “What..”
Kirishima laughed with Sero. “Dude what the hell are you doing?” He asked raising his brow.
Denki stopped immediately running to Kirishima embracing him in a hug. “Thank god!”
Sero finally caught on taking Mina’s arm his face lit up in excitement. “Its back Mina! Its back!”
“What are you talking ab..ooohhhh!” She and Sero ran over wrapping their arms around him toppling all of them to the floor.
“You dunces be careful!” Bakugou complained from the bottom of the pile only there to keep Kirishima from taking a hard fall.
Kirishima laughed loudly attracting the attention of the others in the dorm. They all gathered in the doorway to check in on the crazed group.
“What in god's name are you all doing so loud this early in the morning, and on the floor for that matter,” Aizawa mumbled hair messy as he entered the room.
“He can see!” The three idiots stood shouting as loud as they could laughing happily.
The rest of the class entered the room smiles on their faces helping Kirishima and Bakugou to their feet joining in the happy laughter.
Aizawa watched from the doorway a small smile graced his lips as he watched his class laugh in joy. It was something he would never admit he missed over the last couple of days. The gloomy silence was not something he ever wanted to have again
Kirishima looked back at Bakugou giving him a gentle kiss. “I love you, you know that right?”
“I love you too,” Bakugou retorted kissing the redhead happily.
The latte was over-priced and at first, you found it bitter. It sits prettily in a white china cup, a leaf pattern in delicate milky foam among the pale brown. You wrap your fingers around it, enjoying the heat that spreads through your hands.
You take another sip, still bitter, your tongue asking for something else, but only babies ask for hot chocolate or syrup. You take a bigger sip and this time let the warm liquid sit on your tongue for a bit longer. There is a flavor there, once accustomed to the bitterness it steps forth shyly. It is this undertone that is so apparent in the aroma - you can't smell bitterness and so in the warm air of the cafe that lies beneath the ADA, it is just as heady as the smell of baking pastries in the back.
Beside you, a knee almost touches yours beneath the narrow table, the full warmth and weight of a body leaning against your shoulder. After so long without it, you were surprised by the warmth of the body. No longer did it leech your heat but instead give it to you. It was such a luxury when you were used to your breaths being quite invisible and the birds were more active in the sky.
"You smell really nice..."
Your boyfriend's soft voice filled the quiet air and seemed to bring it to life in a way. His nimble fingers combed through your (hair color) hair, his touch bringing you a sense of comfort that no warm coffee could accomplish.
You had wanted to whisper to Tanizaki, tell him the bad news that was nothing other than the gray sky and bitter coffee. The orange-haired male had fallen asleep at your side earlier in the morning leaving you with nothing but his light snores and expensive coffee. But now he was awake, and upon hearing his kind, sleepy words you found that your day seemed a little less bitter.
"It's my new shampoo I think. Strawberries." You answer with a small smile. Tanizaki hummed sweetly in response, the feeling of his warm lips pressing against your shoulder making your heart race. You had been together for so long but he never failed to make your heart throb.
The smile on your lips grew wider as you leaned in for another sip of your beverage. You savored it this time, sipping it as if it were a luxury, but you were sure that your face gave away your true feelings.
“Hmm, something wrong?” Tanizaki asked.
“Nothing, just this coffee…” You mumbled back.
Tanizaki adjusted his position, his back leaning against the plush booth seat beneath both of you. His hazel eyes blinked innocently as he stared at the coffee cup, wrinkling his nose in slight distaste as he stared at the beverage. “Do you want me to order something else?” he asked.
A tiny laugh leaves your lips as your body leans back as well, your frame turning only slightly as you wrapped your arms lovingly around Tanizaki’s waist. “No, I don’t need any more coffee” you answer, not hesitating to turn down the request. “But, I would like something sweet~” you coo.
Tanizaki tilted his head, his orange bangs falling over his forehead as he stared at you questionably only for a rosy pink blush to spread across his cheeks. “O-oh-“ He stuttered knowingly, his hand immediately lowering to sheepishly scratch his cheek as he smiled widely.
With another small giggle, you tilt your head up slightly, placing your hands on Tanizaki’s chest as you leaned in and closed your eyes. Immediately afterward a warm pair of lips met yours. The kiss was soft just as you had expected and it was sweeter than any sort of coffee.
Content: x reader, no use of y/n, fluff, indoor picnic, platonic romance, short read, cozy
No TW
Less than 1,000 words
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Rain pattered softly against your window as you curled up with a good book, enjoying a cozy afternoon indoors. You had just reached an exciting climax in the plot, your position changing from a lazy shrimp-like position to sitting up, slightly wide eyed and taking a closer look at the page as if the words would run away if you didn’t. As the grand exposition came at an all high, a crinkle of static interrupted your focus and a sigh escaped your lips.
“Good afternoon, my dear!” Greeted Alastor’s filtered voice cheerfully. You gave a small smile, bookmarking your page as the Radio Demon manifested in your room.
“Hello Al,” you said fondly with only slight irritation. You patted the couch cushion beside you as an invitation. Alastor took a seat, draping one arm casually along the back of the sofa.
“And how are we enjoying this dreary day?” He inquired, taking your book to peer at the cover curiously.
“It was going well until you interrupted my reading,” you teased. “Now I’ll have to start the chapter all over again!”
Alastors’ smile widened impishly. “Forgive me, darling, but I came with a proposition to make your afternoon much more diverting than literature.”
You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Alright, I’m listening. What did you have in mind?”
Had it been a few months ago, you would have been much more wary of this offer of his. Always intimidating and ominous, he had managed to have a natural repelling aura that kept you away for the longest time since you moved in all that time ago. It all changed one night when you couldn’t sleep. You had been listening to old records you kept in your room and hardly ever used them as you didn’t want to disturb the other people living here. The music was kept low and you hummed along, but it wasn’t low enough, it seemed, as Alastor had recognized the songs and invited himself in. Ever since that small instance you and him had grown quite close.
Setting the book aside, Alastor snapped his fingers. A picnic basket appeared on the coffee table before you, tied with a tartan ribbon. “A picnic in the parlor, my dear! I packed all your favorites.”
Your smile widened as you were touched by his thoughtful gesture, irritation from earlier suddenly evaporated. Alastor didn’t show affection often, so these little acts of care always meant the world. “What a lovely idea! I suppose I can forgive the interruption just this once.”
Together you unpacked delicate finger sandwiches, pastries, fruits, and various small dishes made by the man himself. Human flesh excluded, most likely. Making yourself comfortable on the rug, you sipped some cider and occasionally fed each other bites between chatting amiably. Alastor stayed away from the pastries and sweeter fruits as he only really packed them since he knew you were fond of them. The various dishes stayed on the savory side, a few that had a bit of kick to them, a lot of it probably being foods he made for his mother when he was alive. Every new scent from every plate that was brought out made your mouth water all over again even when you already felt full.
The rain picked up tempo against the windows as you whiled away the afternoon enjoying each others’ company. Eventually the food was finished, yet you lingered close. Even closer when you got back on the couch and basked in the warmth and rare intimacy of the moment.
Alastors’ arm found its way around your waist as you leaned against his side, head resting on his shoulder. His clawed hand came up and idly toyed with strands of your hair, sending shivers of delight down your spine.
You felt contentment here, in the warmth of the fire and of your friend with a full stomach. The woody yet metallic smell coming off of him could keep you here forever if it’d be allowed. You pull back a little to check on him, searching his face for any signs of discomfort as you know he’s not entirely fond of having this much contact with others, You eyes met his crimson, slightly glowy ones that only looked back at you fondly and half-lidded. It seemed genuine as is but him lightly brushing your hair behind your ear sold it further. He felt just about as ok with this as you felt.
“You surprise me, my dear.”
You raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“I never thought I’d find myself in the company of another in this way, Yet here we are. In each others’ arms and quite content.” He leaned in, forehead against yours.
You brought a hand up to cradle his sharp cheek, overjoyed by this development. “Alastor, you know I care for you deeply. I am always here if you’re ever feeling touch starved.”
His ever-present smile simmered into a smirk before so painfully tenderly placing a peck on your forehead. “Thank you very much. If you would like, I could repay you for these small moments in grandeur if we strike a deal.”
Content: Vil x Reader, fluff, spa day, romantic, kisses, pet names (Darling, Kitten, Petal, Dear), no use of y/n
Tw: None
Word count: 1140
You knocked politely on the imposing dorm door, practically vibrating with excitement. Today was a self-care Saturday, as Vil had dubbed your regular bonding sessions of indulgent relaxation. And you were more than ready to soak in his pampering aura.
"Come in darling, I'm just finishing up in here!" Vil called melodically.
Pushing open the door, you were immediately greeted by a heavenly aroma of rose scent wafting through the lavish lounge area. Soft classical music floated through hidden speakers, soothing your soul. But your attention was stolen by Vil emerging from his spacious bathroom, clad in a silky robe with damp hair tousled fetchingly.
How Neige was considered more beautiful than him you couldn’t figure, especially in moments like this. Fuck, the man looked like he was sculpted by the angels themselves. You hated how sometimes the blonde watching his figure so closely meant that you had to give up some simple pleasures, especially in the beginning, but clearly the work works out. If only the french fries and small bags of chips you would sneak didn’t taste so good. If only they didn’t taste better when you sneak them.
"Come here kitten, let me get a look at that lovely face of yours." He cooed, taking your chin gently between his thumb and forefinger to tilt your visage this way and that under scrutinizing eyes.
Vil hummed in approval. "Good, no unsightly blemishes to speak of. Now, have a seat and I'll fetch my supplies."
You giggled, obediently perching on the plush chaise lounge. Moments later Vil reappeared with an armful of ornate bottles and tubs, laying them out ceremoniously on the coffee table before you. His nimble fingers got to work smoothing aromatic creams and serum into your skin, massaging deftly. You melted into his touch with a contented sigh.
Next came a clay mask infused with calming scents, mixed fresh for optimal potency. Vil expertly applied the cool mixture, sculpting it to your features in sweeping strokes. Gingerly tapping your nose, he winked. "All done darling, now just ten minutes for it to work its magic. We'll chat and sip tea, yes?"
Vil set about preparing a luxurious pot of rooibos with honey, chatting idly about the latest campus gossip during the wait. Before long he proclaimed your mask fully cured, carefully peeling it away to reveal radiant skin beneath. You gasped - already you felt rejuvenated on a deep level.
"Simply stunning, as I knew you would be, my petal." Vil praised, cupping your chin affectionately.
A brush of his thumb along your lower lip set your heart skipping, though the moment passed as he began applying rich lotions to lock in moisture. With finishing spritzes of setting mist, you were left the picture of pampered bliss.
"Now for the pièce de résistance!" Vil declared dramatically, rising in a flourish.
He returned promptly with an armful of silky fabrics, laying them out like pieces of a puzzle atop his sumptuous canopy bed. Selecting two options, he held them up for your inspection. "The emerald shall bring out the gorgeous azure of your eyes darling, but the rose quartz may better suit your rosy complexion. Decisions, decisions..."
You considered briefly before gesturing to the rose, touched by his care in selecting colors flattering your features. Vil beamed, gathering the garment to hold against your form appraisingly.
"Exquisite choice as always, now let's get you dressed." He hummed, helping you slip into the floating silk robe and sneaking a delicate kiss on your shoulder. It was light, but you felt it and it caused a slight heat to grow on your cheeks. With nimble fingers he tied the sash, smoothing the fine material over your shoulders. "Gorgeous, simply gorgeous, my petal."
Stepping back, Vil admired his handiwork before setting to styling your hair. Gentle brushes and delicate braids worked your locks into an elaborate updo, stray curls artfully framing your face. Finally, he applied the barest touches of makeup to accentuate your natural beauty - pink balm to plump your lips, wisps of shadow to make your eyes pop.
Spinning you to face the full length mirror with a flourish, Vil gazed proudly over your shoulder at the vision before you both. "My dear, you take my breath away. Come, let's bask in the glow of your allure together, shall we?"
His arm settled around your waist, pulling your back against his robust chest as you admired your reflection. With his chiselled jawline dusted pink and lustrous hair tousled roguishly, Vil was quite the statuesque specimen himself. Turning in his hold, you wrapped your arms around his neck in thanks.
Vil murmured your name affectionately, leaning in to brush featherlight kisses across your forehead, cheeks and nose until you were both breathless with giggles. His arms tightened around your waist, looking deeply into your eyes as if searching for something. Your breath hitched under the intensity of his gaze.
But the moment passed as Vil reclined gracefully against mountains of satin pillows, patting the space beside him invitingly. You readily cuddled into his side with a contented sigh, idly tracing patterns on his chest through the gauzy robe as relaxing melodies washed over you both once more. The blonde at one point delicately holds your cheek and stares into your eyes once more, however he didn’t seem to be looking for something. He seemed to have found it and leaned down while you allowed your eyes to flutter closed and the warmth of his lips met yours for a good minute or so before breaking the contact. You shyly smile at him before hiding your face back in his robe. The heat in your face was sustained by his larger hand tangling its fingers with your own.
You felt his chest rise and slightly hum as he spoke once more, “My petal, your newly found radiance and confidence over time together has seemed to captivate even myself. Might I have the honor of courting you properly?”
If you had given a verbal response, you think you would just end up shouting the answer. So instead, you nod, a big smile creeping onto your face. He lifted the hand he had been holding and placed a kiss on the back of it. You could feel his smile against your now softer skin. “Wonderful, my dear. Now get some beauty rest so you don’t get demoted to potato again.”
Hours passed by like this, basking in each other's company as the sunlight slowly waned outside. Such pampering self-care sessions had become the highlight of your weeks spent amidst the hustle of school. But nestled securely in Vil's capable arms while his digits toyed with your hair, you thought maybe you found something even more soothing than any skincare ritual or carefully crafted ensemble. For here, you felt beautiful inside and out.
| Here you go! X3 I saw this ask and i just HAD to do it lol I hope you enjoy! |
Chuuya
Chuuya loves running his fingers through his s/o’s hair as he holds them tight and breathes in their scent.
Chuuya is secretly a cuddle machine! That (beautiful) boy can cuddle for hours and then just hold his s/o tightly when they fall asleep.
Chuuya just dies when his s/o gives him sweet small kisses on the lips as they wrap their arms around his neck. It’s one of his favorite parts of cuddling x3
Dazai
Dazai will cuddle his s/o at least once a day whether it’s on the couch at the ADA or his own apartment.
Dazai loves to cuddle his s/o while being wrapped up in lots of warm blankets being super close to his s/o.
Dazai will often listen to music while cuddling with his s/o, sharing earbuds as he quietly hums the song tune of his favorite song for them.
Atsushi
No matter how many times Atsushi has cuddled with his s/o he blushes every time
Atsushi loves to have his s/o sit on his lap while they cuddle, it makes him feel protective and it keeps both him and his s/o warm.
Atsushi will purr when his s/o runs their fingers through his hair and holds his hand tightly. It makes him feel special and purrs like a kitten
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